#troupe master grimm x reader

[melancholiadaydreams]

Night terror (Troupe Master Grimm/reader)

Ao3

modern au.

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Nightmares.

[f/n] had always been plagued by them.

It was the same—

A man, whom they served and loved wholly, died.

He was tied to a curse to be consumed by his kin to keep the Nightmare’s heart alive. And they knew that.

And they still loved him, continuing to love him long after he died— after his kin died.

They loved him until they died.

They lay in bed beside their lover, Grimm. Their heart racing, staring at his sleeping form.

The dream had become clearer since he came into their life, throwing everything they thought they knew into the air. His existence was a high they thought they would never experience again .

A phantom feeling was all they knew before him.

His love drove them into the waters of bliss, drowning them with the devotion he put into his every action.

The man in their dreams, the one who’d battle that… vessel with the nail, bore the same face, same name, and same behavior as their lover.

His scarlet eyes burned just as bright as they did in their childhood nightmares.

Grimm confessed a long while ago, and they had been living together for almost two years. Every step of the way, he went out of his way to make sure they knew his heart was theirs and theirs alone.

[f/n] hoped, after all this love he had shown them, that it would stop the dreams of curses.

But it didn’t. They still witnessed his flame consumed by his kin.

When he woke to their crying, he would hold them close, not once asking about the terrors they dreamt of, letting them tell him only what they wanted to—whispering sweet nothings and praises of their strength. On nights when the [bug] woke him, when they weren’t so troubled, he would try to coax it out, the secret they held tightly to their chest.

[f/n] knew, looking into those familiar eyes, he wanted to know what brought the tears, what caused them most nights.

Sighing, their hand found its way to his arm, and they closed their eyes.

Sleep was what they needed.

They lay down once more beside their lover.

It was necessary, a long day of work was ahead, and sleep was something they valued greatly.

“Are you alright, darling?” 

[f/n] jumped at his sleepy voice, his scarlet eyes staring at their face, unfocused and tired.

They smile softly, “Yes, my love, I’m going back to sleep,”

His hand slid under their arm, pressing his claw into the small of their back, blinking, “You do not sound alright,” He hesitated. They noticed him examine their face, “Have you been crying?”

Without letting them respond, he sits up, leaning over them with concern, “Was it a night terror? Darling, you know you can wake me,”

Their face was wet, and they sniffled.

They had been crying.

[f/n] laughed lightly, “I didn’t realize I was sorry,”

“Do not apologize for your tears,” he shook his head at them, carefully wiping tears away, “What kind of partner would I be to not care for my lover when they are in need?”

“I’m okay,” They grab his wrists, their eyes softening as they smile at him, “I didn’t realize I was even crying. I’m fine, let's just sleep,”

Grimm studied them, searching for a lie.

Sighing, he presses his forehead against theirs, “I do wish you would tell me what causes your tears,”

They frown, closing their eyes, leaning into him,

“One day, love, I promise,”

“I will hold you to it, dearest,”

The rain against the window was quiet and light; they listened to the beating of their heart.

They loved moments like this, where Grimm’s theatrical nature is calmed, bringing forth a gentle lover.

Their lover pulls away, “You should drink some water,” His voice is just as quiet as the rain, his claws grabbing the glass from the nightstand.

They take it from him, sipping.

He helps them settle into bed once more, brushing his hand against their cheek and rubbing his head against theirs.

Tucking them into his arms, it was clear he was trying to chase the nightmares away.

Eyes closed once more. The pair tries to sleep.

[f/n] couldn’t, though.

Their mind repeating events that never happened. At least not in this life.

Breaking from the circling, they wonder if there are other universes where they love each other just as much as they do here.

If it doesn’t make it in a past life, and it does in this one, are there any others where they end up as happy? Just [f/n] and Grimm, happy until their deaths— happy even beyond death?

“Do you think we would still be together in an alternative universe?” they whisper, shifting to look up at him.

He sighs, opening an eye, “Darling,”

They giggle, “I’m being serious,”

“We must sleep. Can this not wait until the morning?”

They roll their eyes, closing their eyes again.

A moment passes,

“What if… what if we have already gotten married,”

“Please sleep, my love,”

“Okay,” they pause, “I love you,”

“And I you,”

[juniminabloom]

Hey!!! How are you?

I hope I'm not a nuisance by sending another request ^^

Even if it doesn't look like, Hollow Knight is also a hyperfixation of mine ^^

Can I request Troupe Master Grimm, Nightmare King Grimm, The Hollow Knight/Pure Vessel, and Hornet (separately) with a s/o who is a Higher Being?

If I need to specify if s/o is a Higher Being of something, can s/o be the Higher Being of time or something like that?

Thanks!! ^^

A/N: I didn't really know how to make them a certain higher being, so I left it to the reader to decide what they're a higher being of! And thank you so much for requesting! Feel free to request whatever you want, there are no limits! And my requests are ALWAYS open! (I made 7 for each character and kept them simple in case someone asks for a one-shot or something- lol) I hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Troupe Master Grimm, Nightmare King Grimm, The Hollow Knight/Pure Vessel, & Hornet X S/O who is a higher being

Troupe Master Grimm ~~~

He is already a higher being, but you don't know that.

Treats you with so much respect.

Fluffs your pillow before you go to sleep.

Has Brumm perform your favorite song at random times.

Lets you wear his favorite cloak when you have to leave for something (like a simple walk or a meeting) so you'll think of him.

Treats you to fancy dinners every now and then.

Big spoon <3

Nightmare King Grimm ~~~

Is a higher being himself.

Hates when you have to leave. He HATES The Pale King.

Occasionally gives you nightmares. But he's there to comfort you.

Treats you with respect, but not too much. Buddy-buddy style.

Delicate flowers for you every morning!

Gloats to others about your relationship and how lucky he is.

Very clingy big spoon <3

The Hollow Knight/Pure Vessel ~~~

Child of higher beings, so they're used to everything you need to do.

Does not speak, but uses sign language and writes.

They leave love letters for you at random.

They give you delicate flowers and gifts every once in a while.

Never wants you to leave. Misses you while you're gone, and lots of hugs and cuddles when you're back!

Sometimes, they'll sign for you to read to them. Other times, they want you to sing for them (if you sing).

Little spoon, but sometimes they want to be the big spoon <3

Hornet ~~~

Daughter of higher beings, so she's also used to everything you need to do.

Is okay when you leave. Dislikes her father.

Loves taking you on walks.

Once, she let you decorate and design one of her shawls. She only wears it on special occasions.

Likes reading to you.

Sometimes, she'll sing for you. Maybe you'll duet!

Big spoon or little spoon- 50/50 <3

[sig-got-a-gun]

Lightning Strikes First

(Modern AU: Grimm X Reader)

(Chapter One)

It was late evening. Though it may as well have been the middle of the night. The cloud cover was thick and heavy today, sobbing down upon this old city. I adjusted my umbrella on by shoulder as I looked at the canal I walked beside.

This city had been made to resist years of rain. The canals and rivers everywhere helped the water to not flood the streets. Where the water went was unknown. The canals were used as the main city transport, though the trams were much drier.

Personally, I used neither. My job was only a few blocks down the street from the apartment complex I resided in. I usually worked late nights, but I was asked to take the morning shift tomorrow by a coworker. Being the type of bug that dislikes conflict, I said I'd take it.

So, now, I was trekking home in the pouring rain, tired and exhausted. The good news? At least it isn't a thunderstorm.

There are these alleyways all over the city. They are drier than the streets, but tend to be filthy. I usually avoided them, but today I just couldn't handle the rain. So, down one of the alleys I went.

I shook my umbrella off so I could rest my arms and I walked through the humid paths. I new the about path I needed to take, I only hoped that I was right.

Some time passed, and I began to worry I was lost. The sound of rain above me was distant, and I wondered if I could possibly be going downwards. It was all but pitch black, only dull lights on the walls guided me. I gained the feeling of being watched, and tried to shrug it off, but it only grew stronger. It unnerved me.

My pace quickened, my want to get home growing by the second. I kept my eyes on the ground and moved. My footsteps echoed in the alleyways and I felt as though I were being followed. My fear only grew as I rushed. Soon, I could hear rain ahead of me. The streets!

I readied my umbrella as I ran and within moments I broke into the storm. Out of the alleys I stopped and breathed. The feeling of eyes on the back of my head was still strong, and I worried that I may meet the gaze if I were to turn around.

I planned to keep moving; walk to my apartment; and I began to do so. But, a voice called from the alley. Rough, but not old. It sounded as if smoke had been through the owners lungs a fair few times. It bothered me. The voice repeated it's call, clearly aware I had heard it.

"Hey."

I hesitated, wondering my best course of action. In the end, my morbid curiosity won. I had to see what followed me. I turned back to face the alley, expecting to meet the gaze of some disgruntled bug, likely back from a late night at the bar... But instead I found my sight trailing up the tall, cloaked figure of a slim bug.

They looked upon me with scarlet eyes, bright as a sparking flame. Ironically, they froze me to the spot. Their mask was horned and curved backwards, two black stripes dashed above and below their eyes. Their cloak was soaked.

There was a moment of awkward silence, before the other lifted a thin hand from beneath their cloak and waved. I stood a second, then waved back.

"Hi." I said simply.

The other seemed to laugh a bit, though silently. Their cloak shook slightly as their expression was one of humor.

"Hello." That was the voice. It bothered me that it belonged to this other. It didn't quite seem to fit. But I shrugged it off. "I am very sorry to bother you... But I cannot go into heavy rain." they look out at the street, watching the pouring sky.

I had a feeling I knew what they were asking, but I wasn't sure if I would be able to help them to wherever they need to go.

Almost as if the other were reading my thoughts, they spoke. "My residence is not far from here, only about half a block west."

Well, if it's only that...

"Alright, I'll help, but I am only so tall."

The other laughs again. "I can duck. It's most important my head stays dry."

I shrugged and walked back over, holding the umbrella as far up as I could, and the other ducked, keeping their mask beneath the umbrella.

"This good?"

They nodded, and we walked.

We stayed quiet for the most part; they had a sort of heat radiating from them. I would've asked, but we reached their place within minutes. It looked familiar... I glanced around and realized it was the very complex I lived in. Just a different part of it. I heard the door unlock and looked back at the other, who was entering the building.

"Thank you, my dear..." I twitched at the word. It wasn't flirtatious or gross in tone, but I always associated the word with creepy men.

"It's Y/n." I replied swiftly.

"Ah, well thank you, Y/n. And if we happen to meet again, I am Grimm." He glanced backwards into his apartment, then back at me. "I hope you have a lovely night, Y/n."

"You too, Grimm." I walked off with a wave and he shut his door.

I was deeply aware of how cold the night was now.

[hk-plus-you]

Hello! May I please get some yandere!grimm hcs? Thank you!

Oh... Oh nO

Grimm

Well, getting the attention of a higher being in any context can be a bit of risk, especially romantically. Higher beings can be very temperamental when they want and can hold quite the grudge. But Grimm isn't just any every day higher being, he's (at his core) The Nightmare King. He controls a whole realm that effects every bug in existence. Very powerful, very old, utterly inescapable if you piss him off.

Of course, you didn't anger him. Quite the opposite actually! Isn't that such a good thing?

It's not. It really isn't. I mean, if you happen to return Grimm's feelings and are happy going along with him you'll be okay but if not... There's not saying no to him.

Grimm at least has the common sense that mortals tend to be a little freaked out by higher beings, especially when they so such a strong interest in them. He'll try and play it normally. His troupe give the appearance of normal bugs that are just a little (a lot) weird.

He'll try to woo you in whatever way you prefer. Gifts? Dances? A romantic night out where it's just the two of you? Anything you want, he'll find a way to make it happen on way or another.

And the thing is he knows you. Or at least your fears. He isn't afraid to use these against you if he must. He'd rather not have to rely on manipulation but if he must he will.

It'd just so much easier if you give in you see. He'd really be willing to do anything for you. He can give you the whole world if all you do is love him as much as he loves you. Why wouldn't you when the other option is so much pain and tragedy? Why are you still fighting so hard?

[hollowknightxreader]

Uhh heya!! I just found your blog thanks to a friend of mine and uhh sorta fell in love with it XD You're doin a really awesome thing! Could i possibly request general romantic relationship headcannons with Grimm? And a female reader? Post or pre infection idk dkjfdshusfhsjdfhs whatever you think would work-

A/N: Awwww, hey, that’s really nice, glad to hear you like it :) (Seriously, this made my day, you’ve all been so nice and supportive, it’s amazing)

Relationship Headcanons With Grimm:

First off;

Grimm is the absolute king of ✨dramatic flair✨

No joke, we’ve all seen how this bug makes an entrance, it’s no wonder he would be equally as expressive when it comes to his lover.

If not even more.

(Also c’mon, he’s got major theatre kid vibes)

So, oh, is he a hopeless romantic.

You cannot convince me that this man wouldn’t go to all sorts of heights to serenade his s/o in affection.

From conducting extravagant private showings for his s/o to collecting the most valuable trinkets and bobbles he can get his claws on, once he figures out what his s/o likes, he will be determined to bring you the best of the best.

In fact, it can be overwhelming at times.

By no means would it be on purpose.

Grimm just needs to amp it back from time to time.

But, boy howdy, if you start being the one that’s giving gaudy gifts and planning dates

This man will love you

Seriously

He adores being on the receiving end just as much as he does to be on the giving.

Wrapping that up

I imagine that, as master of an entire troupe, Grimm is quite busy, and as such, has little offtime to relax.

This can be hard in the case of spending quality time with him.

It certainly wouldn’t ease up as the ritual draws closer, either

The closer he gets to his inevitable death, to have his flames eaten by the next troupe master, the more time away from his s/o he has to spend

In the end, a relationship with Grimm would only end in loss.

This very reason makes him hesitant to get attached. 

:(

So he cherishes the time he spends with you!

Right up until the very end!

it’s bittersweet 

Moving away from angst!

He enjoys when his s/o manages to sneak into his office during work, as distracting as it can be, he appreciates their company.

Just don’t do it too often, he’s still got a job to do!

Also shh, he loves it when you sit in his lap while he’s doing paperwork

Even more so if you fall asleep.

Bonus!

While Grimm cannot be away from the troupe’s tent for too long

He thoroughly takes pleasure in sightseeing new places with you once the troupe settles down somewhere

If he weren’t tethered to the nightmare heart, his dream would be to travel the world with you.

[starryoak]

Hollow Knight x Reader Ideas

What I think would be funny would be to read X Reader stories where the Hollow Knight characters are life size... IE; tiny little bugs. Reader x Grimm where a tiny little vampire bug is attempting to romance you. Reader x Quirrel where you can fit the little roly poly in the palm of your hand. Come on, guys. You can’t tell me that doesn’t even appeal to you a little.

[singing-wanderer]

Hello! Is it possible for you to do yandere Grimm?

I’m gonna go with romantic Grimm, if that’s fine! If not, just send in another ask and I’ll get right on it =]

Romantic! Yandere Grimm x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, isolation and manipulation.

So we’re gonna stick with Ghost summoning the troop, and just say that you’re a bug that’s in Dirtmouth when it happens. Be it for a short while or living there, you’re there and you’ve piqued the troupe master’s interest. He watched you wander between the edge of the town and his tent, eyes delighted once you mustered up the courage to enter. One of the only bugs that had ever done that, besides the child of God and Void. To see someone finally step in, to look him in his eyes and accept a dance, well; it was enthralling.

Of course, you might not know that he means he wants to fight you until you’re being pelted by fire, but still. Finally, someone who might actually struggle against him. Although the void creature had died a few times to his hand, it was nothing compared to this. You had something to lose. You had a life to lose. And as much as he was tempted to whisk that flame away and create a nightmare of it, he saw to it you had mercy. The being watched your chest heave with exertion, a meager attempt to catch lost breath. A chuckle shook his chest, almost seem to purr as he closed the distance between the two of you. You could feel the hot air leaving his mouth, ghosting over your mask and shaking you to the core. Though your stance reminded solid, you were fearful. Fearful but determined. Oh, he was intrigued.

“My dear, I know I’ve shocked you with our…dance, but I do hope you return. I haven’t had a waltz like that in quite a long time. My tent shall always remain open to you, as my bedroom.” With a wink, the bat spun and vanished in fire. By Wyrm, what was it with that circus freak and fire? Was it a fetish or?? Shushing your mind, you rushed out and collapsed on the dirt a good distance from the haunted fuckery that was in that tent. Your muscles ached from the fight, and you had to admit: you felt the same. It had been a bit since you had been holed up in Dirtmouth, contemplating venturing down despite the old man’s warnings. There was an entire kingdom down there awaiting you, you just had to go! Everyday you refused yourself, your hand would flinch with the craving of violence or entertainment. Not much passed through this town excluding the dusty wind. (Maybe that’s where the towns name came from?)

A day or two after your fight, Elder Bug stopped coming out of his house. This had actually brought you some worry. Sure he was the only thing keeping you from going down but he still was sweet. Kindest person you had met honestly. Then the letters and dreams- no nightmares- had started. Deep red and flashing pink envelopes would slip into your home, the contents being truly disturbing. Tales of how Grimm had dreamed of you, how he had imagine your life together, and what he was willing to do to make it work. It was terrifying to read, the detailed descriptions he had given of the ways he’d torment all your friends until they’d leave you. Until they’d leave you with him. And how he’d take such good care of you, you’d never be lonely with him around because he’d never leave you alone. You tempted to burn them only to find they turned the fire pink before fading. Almost like a beacon to show him where your home was, despite you knowing deep down that info was already too familiar to him.

It felt like there was no other choice, that this was the only way. Stepping into that dreaded tent again, you felt your spine tingle with anxiety and your stomach weigh heavy in your own body. You almost felt like throwing up. Brumm nodded in solemn greeting, seemingly knowing the situation. Had Grimm done this to others? Had some other bug lived through the hell you’re going through? Knowing this a possibility, it made your blood feel electric. If someone else got through this so could you. “My dear, you’ve returned! How I’ve missed you. I’m assuming you received my letters? All written with love.” His pink eyes squinted towards the end, you could feel his smirk from this side of the room. Fucking theater kid. Of course he was cocky, these were his stomping grounds. It was uneven turf you were playing. The bat already had a fighting advantage, why not give him background knowledge of the terrain too? Even though you were pissed, your vision remained clear enough to notice there was no crowd this time. The stage lights shone onto empty seats, but you felt watched. Even the spirits have it out for you, hm.

“Are you worried by the lack of audience? Not to worry, it’s nothing about your performance. You performed more than exemplary, my love. As a matter of fact, too exemplary. I couldn’t let just any common filth watch you.” Annoyance ate at your nerves and clenched them. If he viewed his own people as common filth, then what the hell did he think of you? Some mystical being or average bug? The troupe leader probably thought of you as entertainment. That sums it perfectly up. The obsession with performance, with dancing. That had to be it. Well, if he wanted a show, he’d get one. You’d been in contact recently with some obsessive charm keeper, collected a couple of nasty things to use against him. Not to mention the recent refining of your skills. There was a pattern with his attacks, something that became obvious after examination. All of them were theatrical and were either dependent on horribly tracking your movement or just hoping to hit you. Weak once discovered, deadly if you fight mindlessly.

This dance went a little more smoothly, a little more feisty. Watching him suffer, after what he put you through, made you feel exhilarated. The edges of his now tattered cloak traced the ground, and he appeared weakened. Despite this however, that same damned smile came rushing back up. Your arms hung loosely by your side; tired. You were so tired. “Wonderful, wonderful! The way my blood rushes…not even the most frightful of nightmares compares to this!” Darkness grazed the corners of your eyes, so inviting. Maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with him after this. Maybe you’d wake up and he’d be gone, and you’d be alone again. “Oh? Resting so early are we? I mind not, I’ll take good care of you,” His voice lowered, “rest easy. I’ll be awaiting you in your dreams.”

Oddly enough, you slept great. Not even a vision or hint at that demonic presence of Grimm. Just memories of your home, places of peace. That lake you had visited, that shop with rain pelting the windows endlessly. It almost pained you to wake up, atop soft, red velvet pillows. You groaned, eyes blearily blinking and trying to shut again. But your mind screamed at you to get up, as your environment was completely different. Coaxing your upper half up you cased the room. This has got to be some sort of sick joke. That same demented red, that accursed flame, the Grimm Troupe Leader hanging from the ceiling and watching you. You stared back, finally realizing why he was so desperate for a second dance.

It was a trap. An endurance test. The freak probably wasn’t even hurt towards the end, not once did he truly stagger. He was wearing you down, waiting until you couldn’t feel your limbs from exhaustion and then pushing you further. A hand traced your face, thumb brushing across it.

“You’re finally home. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you, watching how you move. To see you in the motions of life is the most moving gift of all.”

[melancholiadaydreams]

Wistful (Troupe Master Grimm/reader)

Ao3

angst.

...

It was dusk, the stars were just barely shining, although [f/n] couldn't see, fog and clouds thickly blanketed the small desolate town of Dirtmouth.

The flame was lit by some little vessel, and their troupe headed the call, as per usual. It was not the [bug] 's first time, nor would it be their last. 

The sounds from the tents were distant, [f/n] stood meters away, lost within their thoughts.

It had not been long ago.

When their troupe master pulled them aside. 

They were surprised to hear the delicate confessions of a god, to truly see those scarlet eyes weighing heavy with the burden of the nightmare heart and the unfortunate responsibilities on his shoulders.  

[f/n] found it even more surprising to find themself, that part they kept underneath their shell, returned those feelings. 

They kept it private. Behind closed doors, it was the only way to preserve their images. Outside, his was the Troupe Master Grimm, and they were a simple performer in said troupe. His servant, so to speak. 

It was temporary. Their relationship with him. It stung at first. Maybe it still did, but [f/n] wouldn't acknowledge that.

For they were all too aware he would leave.

And they would continue on, serving his kin. They would be loyal, catering to his every whim, just as they were to him.

Closing their eyes, their hand grasps at the mask they wear, claws press against it with gentleness they would never allow for themself.

They would continue to serve, for they are tied to this cursed troupe. The deal they had made for fear of death, they would perform. Forever. 

Until the nightmare heart is—

[f/n] grits their teeth, pushing those feelings into the bottle they will remain until the end.

It mattered not.  

There would be no happy end. No end to the cycle of agony they signed their soul away for.

They were used to that. Hiding away their feelings.

As a child, they would hide in their room, trying to block out the screaming and crying.

The wardrobe in the corner of their room was safe. It was thick and heavy, the clothes hung helped to block out the noise. They would sit in there, clothes piled on top of them as they closed the doors with only a crack so they could breathe.

It was demanded to hold those emotions away from those around them… and they let the emotional coward stay in the wardrobe. Perhaps it was a trauma response— to separate their feelings from their body, keeping it hidden in a safe space.

A voice they knew all too well called their name.

Their hand falls from their mask, blinking away any emotion they held in their eyes.

"Master Grimm," their voice was soft, keeping their tone level— detached from the bubbling feelings beneath their shell.

He stood tall, dwarfing them by his height.

A small part of them that hid behind the doors of their room found it attractive.

"Is something troubling you," Grimm's voice was calm as he would speak to any of his other performers.

If they allowed themself to be delusional for a moment, they would hear the underlying concern.

Their delusion almost broke their act.

They opened their mouth before closing it. They were outside those doors they confined those emotions in.

Shaking their head, they decide not to speak.

Their master, only outwardly so, didn't believe them.

"I care for every member of my troupe," their name was spoken in a softer tone than the rest of his sentence. He cleared his throat, "You may always come to me about any concerns you may have,"

"I am alright," they pause, their stomach churning at the lies they must always speak, "I was lost in thought, do not mind me, I will return,"

"A penny for your thoughts?" 

"It would seem your kin will ascend to take your place soon," 

"Will that be an issue?"

Obviously, he meant nothing by the question. 

They knew he meant no malice. His gentleness while in their room alone proved he would never harm them, never be angered.

…but they would never change. [f/n] would still step into that younger them. The one who would sleep in their closet, too afraid of everyone and every thought. The one who joined the troupe, forcing that scared child into that closet, locking it away. The [f/n] who stood devout to him, no unnecessary feelings they would allow themself.

"Of course not—" they spit out with speed, almost reeling at the possibility of offending him, "It was an observation, nothing more, nothing less,"

They look up, meeting his eyes, blinking at the genuine curiosity in those scarlet eyes they love so much.

They frown, "I will serve him, just as I have served you, my master,"

"I certainly hope not," his voice was low, leaning down to whisper to them.

They inhale sharply, "—just as I served you within the eyes of others," they corrected quietly,"

He nodded, standing straight once more, chuckling, "I was merely teasing,"

"Of course," [f/n] exhaled, their eyes drawing back to the small, run-down town.

…

"We must stop," Grimm spoke upon closing their door, "My time is near,"

[f/n] 's hands clutched the mask in their claws, looking at him from their spot on the bed,

"What?" 

They watched him flinch at their quiet, vulnerable voice.

He raised his hand, gesturing to the two of them, 

"We must…" he sighed, "I do not think this relationship should continue,"

"You… you're breaking up with me?" they asked, unable to stop the tremble of their voice, "Grimm—"

His scarlet eyes stopped them from continuing.

The warmth they felt with him dissipated.

They had never felt colder.

Never felt so… alone.

"I…" they had half a mind to set the mask aside before they broke it.

Eyes burned. They blinked, rolling their eyes. 

He always managed to render them speechless.

The emotions belonged in the old wardrobe. They should have never let them out.

"My apologies," He whispered from his place by the door. 

They noted through dulled senses he didn't take a step closer to them.

He would give in to his own emotions if he did. They were sure of it.

"I do not want you to leave,"

Even though they tried to shove those unnecessary feelings down, they sniffled, choking back their tears,

"I cannot handle you leaving me alone," they whisper. 

It would seem the wardrobe could hold that part of them any longer.

"You will not be alone," he assures them, "My darl—" he clears his throat, "My loyal performer,"

"I may not be physically," they pause, " Master, " they take pleasure in his flinch.

Their claw digs into their chest, glaring at him, "But I will be alone here. For you have my heart,"

His sigh was shaky.

It was harder to break it off with them knowing he would be gone within the week— his flame consumed by his kin, as per the ritual.

"You have my soul," Grimm finally meets their eyes, tensing at the yearning, teary expression, "Should that not be enough?"

"Master," their voice broke, "It is," They hesitated, 

"I can't have you— all of you… even though I do so desperately want it," they spoke their one want.

"Unfortunately, with our circumstances, it is not possible for you to have all of my soul,"

Tears poured from their eyes, a sob erupting from them.

He stood over them, pulling their head into his chest, "I truly wish it was different—"

"I know you do!" they cry out, "And that's what makes it so fucking hard,"

Scarlet eyes looked out the window of the 'tent', his claws tracing patterns into their shell,

"I'm sorry ," He was; he did not ask for this. He did not ask to break their heart, "I'm  so sorry, my beloved, "

,,,

Baring their mask with vertical black lines over their eyes, they walk silently out of their room.

Practice was in full swing, they heard the loud instruments as they neared the large tent.

They slipped into the tent, moving towards Divine, 

"My apologies," they were late. 

Hopefully, the troupe master wasn't too upset. Not that he would be, it was more likely their fellow members that would be mad.

She waved them off, telling them it was alright.

With softened eyes, [f/n] watched his kin spread his wings, singing along to his songs. Performing just as extraordinary— if not more incredible.

They may be swayed by maternal love, though. [f/n] truly loved him as if he was their own… what he would have wanted.

The current Grimm, he was older, growing up in the image of their lover.

Divine gave them knowing eyes, knowing where their thoughts lay, and she motioned them to adhere to their role.

Nodding, they quietly assisted their troupe practice. Wherever one needed them, they were there. Mind shut off, and no thoughts outside of their peers.

It wasn't until their door was locked and they were alone that they would allow emotions to seep out. 

Their mask is set aside, they face away from it. Unable to look at it without the image of him .

Oh, how his kin grew up, a brilliant scarlet flame. 

Heart weighed heavy at the pride he would feel.

Grimm tucked his kin into his arm, cooing softly at the sleeping baby.

"He will grow up strong, undoubtedly," [f/n] whispered, leaning into his side, watching the small one's face, "You will be proud,"

"He is my own," He nodded, "I will be proud of him, no matter who he becomes,"

"We all will,"

Pulling a hand away from his kin, he settles his claw on their waist, "Promise me you will raise him,"

Tears pricked at their eyes, nodding, "Of course," they gently ran their thumb over his kin's cheek, "I will treasure him until I die,"

They felt the phantom of his embrace as they curled in their bed.

Sometimes— it would become unbearable to sleep in that bed. They would slip into the wardrobe, one door cracked just a bit open, just as they would when they were nothing but a child.

The pain they felt as they remembered his stories of performances from before they joined kept them tied to reality. The feelings they once felt when it was just the two behind closed doors hurt to think about. 

[f/n] would tell the young troupe master stories of his father about the remarkable bug he was.

He was their lover's kin, not that the toupe master would know.

While in their room, when the young bug would cry to them, they would tell him of the gentle person his father was.

The part of them they hid away would see him still. 

As they held his kin, they imagined he would be standing there with that soft look.

He was gone now.

And they are still here.

[melancholiadaydreams]

Songs and Love (Troupe Master Grimm/reader)

Ao3

modern au, fluff.

...

A yawn escapes the [bug] as they stretch.

It had been an exhausting day at work. Between annoying coworkers, mainly a bug named Zote, and irritating customers, they just wanted to slip into bed and fall asleep with their beloved.

[f/n] presses the elevator button, bobbing their head to the song playing from their earbuds.

They couldn't help but let their mind wander to their lover, Grimm.

He was a busy man, a theater director of sorts— although he also acted in the performances he would put on.

A smile forms on the bug's face, 'he was truly a star,'

They shift awkwardly into the elevator, it was crowded today, but that was fine.

The day was long, the people irritating, but it all dissipated while they lay in his arm.

And knowing him, today was one of the days he would be home, working away on the latest script, writing notes on how to improve the acts further.

"I'm home!" [f/n] called out, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind them.

Frowning at the darkness and lack of response, it seemed he had not yet made it home.

"Oh well," they sigh, slipping their coat off and hanging it up.

A cup of coffee would suffice until he arrived.

With a shake of their head, they hang their keys and put their bag away, making their way into the kitchen.

By habit, they grab two mugs while preparing the coffee maker.

"A hopeless romantic all my life," they sang quietly along with the music in their ears. "Surrounded by couples all the time,"

They lean against the counter, swaying their head to beat, "I guess I should take it as a sign,"

This song, much like other romantic tunes, reminded them of him. This one in particular always drew their thoughts to when they first met.

The night was quiet. The rain poured over their form as they tapped their foot to the beat.

They sang into the rain, not minding how their clothes were soaked nor how they may fall ill from the chill.

"Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real—" they continued, whisked away by the idea of someone who lives only in their fantasy,

The rain stops, pulling them from their daydreams.

Their head tilted up, meeting a pair of scarlet eyes looking down at them curiously, 

"You have a wonderful voice," He spoke, his voice deep and a tad rough.

"Oh my!" They yelped, pulling their arms to their chest defensively.

He chuckles, leaning slightly, "Apologies, dear, I did not mean to frighten you,"

It was almost love at first sight for them.

If it had been in daylight, and had he not towered over their spot on the bench.

Their body was tense, their eyes staring up at him, unable to move. He appeared to bare a mask, horns that curved backward, with a black stripe above and below each eye.

He noticed, clearing his throat nervously, "I do not wish to disturb you." he looked them over, "Your voice, it is rather pleasant to the ears," 

Their body did not relax, causing his nerves to rise, "My name is Grimm," He introduced himself as if it would calm them.

[f/n] nodded, blinking at him.

Heat radiated from him, and they realized how cold the night was.

"[f/n]," they spoke their name. 

He seemed harmless. Albeit his height and appearance were a tad scary.

The beep of the coffee maker pulled them from their mind, and they grabbed the pot and poured their cup.

They froze, about to pour the second cup.

Shaking their head, they placed the bot back. He wasn't home yet— it would be cold by the time he arrived… probably.

The bug settled onto the couch, curling into the side, staring out the window.

It was raining, as it often did. The city was often referred to as the City of Tears for a reason.

Closing their eyes, they sipped the hot beverage with a sigh.

Even if he weren't home now, he would be before too long, and finally, they could rest in his embrace.

Good things come to those who wait.

Tugging the earbuds from their ears, they connect their phone to their speakers, smiling as the music flows through the apartment.

They pull the blanket folded beside them, covering their body.

The rain and music lulled them into their thoughts once more.

"I'm home, beloved," his voice called from the entrance, the door closing just as quietly as he opened it.

[f/n] 's eyes closed, lost within the lyrics.

"Darling?"

 They jumped at his voice, looking toward him, 

"I've brought dinner," He raised a plastic bag, their favorite restaurant's logo on the bag.

[f/n] perked up, pushing the blanket off of them, standing, "Oh, my Grimm, you shouldn't have," a smile on their lips as they pulled him down by his shirt's collar, kissing him gently, "I appreciate it, my dear,"

His eyes were soft, nodding, "I'm sorry I'm late. I hope I did not upset you,"

They shook their head, taking the bag from his hand, "It's alright, you are home now. That is all that matters to me,"

He pulls his cloak off, moving to hang it up, "How was your day, darling?"

They sighed, shaking their head, opening the first takeout box, "I want to commit murder,"

"That one pesky coworker again?"

"I just don't get how someone that useless can be so arrogant," they melt into his embrace as Grimm wraps his arms around them, "I do not understand how he still has a job here— I mean, Tiso was fired for snapping at a customer!"

He listened to them, watching them grab the plastic forks from the bag.

"Here," they held a fork up to him, "—I just…" they groaned, "He might be the reason I walk out. I cannot handle his bs anymore,"

"You deserve better," He agrees. And he means it. Grimm wants nothing but the best for his lover.

They nod, taking a bite of their food, "I… don't know what I want to pursue. This job pays well— rather, I get a load of tips— and I can't just leave without a plan,"

He wants to interject, to say he could pay for everything and buy them everything they want. But he doesn't; instead, he agrees, unwrapping himself from them to eat.

Grimm knows the need to have a place. To not work, it would eat away at him as well. 

"I would offer you a spot within my troupe." He trails off, taking a bite of his food.

[f/n] shrugged, "I know. I… do not feel comfortable with singing in front of that many people,"

"I understand, dearest," 

Although the pair may disagree regarding their voice, he wouldn't force them into anything they were uncomfortable with.

He loved his performances. They knew that.

Big theatrical works, his starring roles. He was made for the silver screens, so to speak.

They would support him, no matter the endeavor. 

"I'm sorry," [f/n] tilted their head, "I haven't asked you how your day was,"

He sighed, "It went well,"

"that doesn't sound like it,"

"Our show is on Friday, yet for some reason, my troupe can't focus on their acts—" Another heavy sigh leaves him, "The choreography needs adjustments, as some issues have been brought to my attention,"

Reaching out, they rub his arm, nodding, "oh dear," they pause, "If it puts your mind at ease, I'm sure everything will come together before the shows,"

"It always does," he speaks after a moment, "I don't believe that I have heard this song,"

They hummed, remembering that their music was still on, "Oh… um, it Golden Hour by… Jvke,"

He nodded, humming in response.

"I can turn it off if you would like,"

Shaking his head, he speaks, "No, it's alright. You like this song, do you not?"

"I do," they smile, leaning against him, "Do you have any work you must finish before bed?"

"Nothing that cannot wait until the morning," 

[f/n] continued eating, the pair listening to the quiet music playing.

"I don't need no light to see you," [f/n] sang along, "Shine,~" 

Grimm's free hand curled around their waist, listening to them,

"It's your golden hour,~" their voice was breathy, looking up into his scarlet eyes, 

"I love you, darling," He whispered, matching their volume, bumping his head against theirs, "You have such a stunning voice,"

Giggling, they close their eyes, "I love you too, Grimm,"

The rain outside, pouring against their apartment, the music, Grimm holding onto them as they ate their favorite food from their favorite restaurant— the hectic day they had long melted away as they enjoyed their lover's presence. 

…

[f/n] threw the bag of wrappers and plastic utensils into the trash, listening to Grimm pour them both a glass of wine, humming along.

"I think I'll take my leftovers for lunch tomorrow," They  say to him, placing the box into the fridge,

He nods, holding their glass out, "Some wine to calm your nerves?"

"As if I would deny," they wink at him, "Oh, my favorite song is coming up,"

Their hands join together, moving back to the living room once more,

"Perhaps it is time to mix more music in this playlist," Grimm teases them, "Especially if you know when what song is coming up,"

"Please," they roll their eyes, "You listen to the same songs on repeat for months at a time,"

He huffs in mock irritation, a smile on his face, and sipped his wine,

In slow sips, the pair remain standing in the middle of the room, waiting for the next song.

Once the one playing drew to its end, [f/n] took their glasses, placed them on the coffee table,

"How about a performance for just our eyes,"

"You know I could never deny a request like that," His hand returned to their waist.

[f/n] placed their hand against his cheek, a small smile dancing on their face, "My feet are aching," they sang quietly, "And your back is pretty tired,"

His gaze was soft, staring into their eyes, "Your voice is lovely, my dear,"

They giggled, "Thank you, love,"

They closed their eyes, tilting their head to his, "The papers say it's doomsday,"

"The button has been pressed," Grimm joined them, keeping his singing to a whisper, content on listening to them, "We're gonna nuke each other up, boys,"

They gasped lightly as he pulled them closer to them, his claws firmly against the small of their back, 

"Grimm," they gave an airy laugh, their hand trailing down his back, "I can't sing when you look at me like that,"

"I cannot help it. You are simply extraordinary,"

Whining, [f/n] turned their head away from him, their face red, "Please,"

He chuckled, his grip on their back tightened, "Oh dear," his voice was low and teasing, "Don't you know better than to look away from me,"

They rolled their eyes, their smile still present on their face, "Don't look at me like that—"

Grimm leaned down, burying his face into their shoulder, causing them to squeak,

"Grimm!" 

"Love," he whispers back, an echo of their whiny tone, "You are so dramatic,~"

They wiggle in his hold, laughing, "Grimm, if anyone is dramatic— it's you,"

He sighs, shaking his head against them, "You wound me so beloved,"

They hummed, their fingers tapping against his back in rhythm to the song on their speaker.

"I love you regardless of your drama, my king,"

"And I love you," 

They closed their eyes, rubbing their head against his horn, "And here it is, our final night alive," they continued, not mentioning the clear purring from their beloved, "And as the Earth burns to the ground,"

"Oh, boy, it's you that I lie with," his voice muffled from their shirt, joining them once more in the song, swaying them to the music.

"As the atom bomb locks in,"

"Oh, boy, it's you I watch TV with,"

A night with their lover, even if spent singing about the end of the world, was a dream come true to them,

"As the world, as the world caves in,"

If they had the choice, they would gladly live like this each and every day until they perished.

[juniminabloom]

If this sounds weird you don't have to do it o-o but I read the yandere nkg headcanons and just- ..can I request some more of that with either Grimm or nkg, maybe nsfw? (You don't have to include the NSFW if you don't want to. If you do: edging, overstimulation. And definitely marking. He strikes me as that)

I meant to also ask this in the previous headcanons request but I forgot (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) who's your favorite hollow knight character and what are you playing the game on? O.O

A/N: It’s not weird at all! I really love yandere content and I’m happy to write this! And I’m also super glad you liked my other yandere headcanons for NKG too! And feel free to request anything else! There are no limits and my requests are ALWAYS open! And for your questions, my favorite HK character is Grimm (preferably Troupe Master) and I play the game on Xbox! I hope you enjoy it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yandere! Troupe Master Grimm & Nightmare King Grimm Headcanons (+NSFW)

Troupe Master Grimm ~~~

Possessive, but not too possessive, unlike his other half.

During shows, he’ll announce how much he loves you and he’ll shower you with compliments, including how attractive you’re looking at the moment.

When you’re in a conversation with someone he doesn’t like, 85% of the time he’ll grab your arm and whisk you away.

Watches you sleep (sometimes).

Wouldn’t want to kill, but will severely injure for you.

Will keep you in bear hugs for as long as he can.

~NSFW WARNING~

(I have already made NSFW ABCs for him, if you want the link to that then I can send it to you via private chat, this goes for every other reader as well)

When in bed, he’ll use his cloak to tie you up so you cannot leave and so he can enjoy your helpless pleas. He’ll really just cuddle with you.

Marks everywhere. You’re his, remember?

When he hugs you from behind, sometimes he’ll try to slip a hand up your shirt.

Sometimes when you’re changing, he’ll hang on the ceiling to watch.

Sit on his lap with caution.

Nightmare King Grimm ~~~

(I already made yandere headcanons for him, a link is here, so I’ll just put NSFW headcanons here.)

~NSFW WARNING~

Keeps the “tango” going for as long as he wants. Tired? Suck it up. He gets what he wants.

When he wants you, he’ll get you. No is not an answer.

Leaves more marks than his other half would.

Sweet kisses all over your neck, and passionate kisses to the face.

He hides scarlet-red lingeries in your clothes sometimes.

When sleeping, you’ll sometimes feel a hand on your chest or crotch area. Warm.

Has the same NSFW traits as his other half too.

[juniminabloom]

Hey! I saw you in my tags with Follow My Lead and firstly might I say IT IS SO SWEET AND CUTE I LOVE IT!!

And secondly. If requests are open, can I see what your dating head canons for Grimm are?

A/N: Oh my goodness, it’s been like over a month since my announcement that I would write for Hollow Knight, AND THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST!! THANK YOU!! And feel free to request whatever else you want! There are no limits. My requests are ALWAYS open too! <3 (This may contain slight foreshadowing for Follow My Lead.) Enjoy!!

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(Troupe Master) Grimm- General Dating Headcanons

This man

There’s so much I could list about him

First of all, he is a very protective bug. Whether it’s from any attackers or a crowd making you uncomfortable, he is there and will have your back and put himself in front of the danger.

With that, he is also a bug that can get pretty jealous; especially at Brumm. He’s a sweet bug, and he’s your best friend here, and Grimm doesn’t like that too much. Brumm and Grimm have an… odd relationship. Whenever Grimm catches you with Brumm, he’ll try his best to steal your attention and have you all to himself.

He has a list of nicknames for you, including dear, honey, hun, darling, lovely, and in more “romantic” themes, My Queen.  

He loves to walk with you in the City of Tears. After all, it’s where you first met.

Even with his tough and flamboyant exterior, he’s just like a little child in your arms, and he’s so sweet and affectionate towards you. He’ll shower you with compliments all day long, and will never, ever try to hurt you.

If it’s one of those days where you’re in a state of dysphoria, he’ll tell you about all the wonderful memories you two have made and how much he enjoys them, and will give you reassuring words to help get you in the right state of mind.

 When Grimm is performing, he has a specially reserved front-row seat just for you. Only his lover deserves the best view.

This man drinks (alcohol). He likes it more if you drink with him. Whatever drink you want, he’ll get. And if you don’t drink, then he’ll tell you to play pretend- like you’re at a tea party.

He LOVES to dance with you. Usually, a waltz where the two of you gracefully slide across the floor, but sometimes, he likes something more fun, like a samba.

He’s not much of a singer, but can sing.

And lastly, his love language is more of compliments and gifts, but he adores it when you hold him. He does love holding you too.  

<3                                                 

[juniminabloom]

Follow My Lead: Troupe Master Grimm x Human Reader- Part 6

A/N: Chapter 6 is rolling in! I’m super happy with how it came out, and I hope you guys enjoy it! And as I remembered, here you go @keegansakura​! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

     Brumm continued to gawk at you, the color underneath his mask turning redder by the second. Grimm was enraged, his face growing redder too, but with fury.

     “GET OUT!”

     Brumm scurried away.

     Grimm stepped over and crouched, rubbing his hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright?” He asked. “Does it still hurt?” “No Grimm, I’m fine. But what was that outburst you had?” You chuckled. “Well, to put it simply, Brumm and I aren’t on the best terms, but he does his job and gets rewarded for it.”

     He paused. “But I can feel that something happened when he saw you.”

     “Grimm, it’s alright. There’s no need to worry, he’s probably just shocked that a human is in this world, I’m sure he’s never seen a human before.” You smiled. He nodded and picked you up from your spot on the floor. He placed you down on the bed and tugged on the covers to put them over you. Once he did, he got under them too and cuddled close. “I’m quite tired, Y/N. I want you to rest here too.”

     You obliged.

     But unbeknownst to you two, Brumm had never left the area- he was outside the tent eavesdropping. ‘What is Master doing with the human?’ He thought. ‘Is he helping them out or… or is there something more?’

     He scampered to his own little tent and began writing in a journal:

     I saw a human in Hallownest today! It was very pretty. I don’t know how they got here, but Master seems to like them. He got mad when I began to stare- furious, even. He yelled at me to leave, but I listened in to their conversation, and the human was right. I have never seen a human (until them). But then I heard Grimm say something like, ‘I’m tired and you should rest with me.’ There was no sound after that.            The human just won’t leave my mind though. Something about them is just better and different than any bug I’ve seen down here. I’m quite fond of the feeling.

     He closed the journal and laid on his own smaller, less luxurious bed. But sleep wouldn’t visit him that night. That human would keep him awake.

~~~

     Small beams of light began to shine through the roof of the tent, waking you up. Grimm was still asleep though, his arms around your waist like you were a stuffed animal. “Grimm?” You whispered. No response. Just soft snores. “Grimm, are you gonna wake up?” “Mmm… not yet…” And he held you closer, preventing you from leaving. You giggled, and rested your eyes once again.

     Soon enough, the familiar jingle of an accordion broke the silence. “Master!” Brumm shouted, outside the tent. “It’s time to practice! We have a performance tomorrow night!” Grimm stirred and sat up with the same glare he had yesterday. “Yes Brumm, I’m up.” He shouted back. “Let me get ready then. Leave me at once!”

     He allowed you to wait outside of the tent if you wanted, but with one condition. “Do not talk to Brumm”. It sounded ridiculous; he seemed like a nice guy! 

     But you didn’t want to anger him, especially after the outburst he had with your first ‘meeting.’

     So, you waited outside and looked around: bright red lights casted an eerie glow, and the place didn’t look as nice as the City of Tears, but it had some sort of home-ish aura.

     And not long later, you heard small footsteps and Brumm was standing in front of you.

     “O-oh, hello! You’re t-that human, right?” He spoke. “I just wanted to say hello, Master ushered me out when I was s-staring- I’m sorry for staring too!”

     He was so cute!

     “Aww! It’s alright, and hi! I’m Y/N. But I hate to break it to you, Grimm doesn’t want me talking to you- he says you guys aren’t on the best terms. I’m sorry, and I wish I could talk longer!”

     “Oh…” He pressed his fingers together. “Well, we’re outside his tent. He might hear us. Here, come into mine. I want to get to know you!”

     Hmm, the rule was ridiculous anyway.

     “Okay! Lead the way, Brumm!”

     He held his hand out to you, and you playfully took it. From real first impressions, he acted so sweet and cute! Once you held it, he started pulling you in the direction of where his tent must be.

     He pulled up a little stool and motioned for you to sit, then flopped onto the bed and sat with his legs criss-crossed. “How did you end up here?”

     “It’s hard to explain. I just, well, woke up here. I thought it was a dream but Grimm said it was all real.” “So you knew Master when you first arrived?” “Sort of? I mean I sat down on a bench maybe after hours of walking, and he showed up like five minutes later.”  “How was he?” “Really nice! He took me to one of his shows and we grew closer for weeks after that. But it seems like you want to know more about my relationship with Grimm than myself-” “Oh! I’m sorry. I don’t really know what to ask now that I know why you’re here.” “Awh! That’s okay. But I think Grimm should be finished now, so I’ll be on- “Y/N!”

Grimm stormed through the tent flaps, his eyes glowing with rage. You had done the very thing he told you not to- you talked with Brumm. “Grimm!” “Master!”

     He grabbed your wrist forcefully and dragged you away. “Grimm, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please let go!” You shouted. But he didn’t. ~~~

     “What were you thinking!?” “He seemed nice! Your rule was ridiculous! Why won’t you let me talk to him!?”

     “I don’t want to lose you, okay!?”

     He was breathing heavily with tears at the corners of his eyes. He just stood there, waiting for a response. “I don’t want to lose you… I saw the way he looked at you.”

     He wiped his tears away and brought you into a hug. “Please…” “Grimm, you aren’t gonna lose me.” “Unexpected things happen.” ... “Can I please at least be friends? You’re the only one I love.”

     He thought about it for a moment, then smiled. “Alright, I’m the only one you love, right?”

     “I just said that!”

     And he kissed you, grinning as he did.

[juniminabloom]

Follow My Lead: Troupe Master Grimm x Human Reader

A/N: Introducing my 2nd story! This story will have 10 parts (With part 10 being split up into two different endings) and will be shorter because I am working on a second story at the same time, and so I don’t overwork myself again. My apologies! I hope you all enjoy it! Now, LET THE SHOW BEGIN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

     Even though the bench is made of iron, it still provides a sense of comfort and relaxation.

     Though it may just be the exhaustion talking. You’ve found yourself stuck in what looks to be a kingdom, and it doesn’t seem to be thriving. Husks of not humans, but bugs litter the area, covered in globs of orange goop. Ones that are alive, however, seem to stop at nothing to attack you. This bench is really the first time you’ve relaxed.

     It all just seems like a dystopian dream. It doesn’t seem to be real. You were only sleeping, and before you knew it, you were here. Here in this kingdom that must’ve fallen into ruins, into shambles, into shame.

     And it is all real. Every last bit.

     Constant rain falls delicately onto the surrounding structures. The peace and quiet of the place almost sends you to sleep. While your eyelids start to hang low, and your body slowly droops, you can feel your back get warmer. And warmer, And warmer,

*FLASH*

     A scarlet red flame bursts from the ground, climbing higher ever so slightly. But in a moment, they die down. A bug stands in its place. Very tall, with scalding scarlet eyes and moderately sized black horns. The bug dons a deep gray and red cloak.

     It doesn’t say anything. Silence hangs in the air as you two take in each other's features. Finally, it speaks. “How peculiar,” The bug begins. “For a human to appear in this desecrated land.” From the voice, you can tell it’s a male. His voice is silky smooth. “I am Troupe Master Grimm, simply Grimm will do. What brings you here, small human?” “I don’t exactly know,” You said. “I fell asleep and woke up here. Am I dreaming?” “I can assure you that this is not a dream.” He replied. “I know that I am real, that you are real, and that this world is real.”

You sat in silence. How would you get home? Home wasn’t the best, but it’d be better there than here in this dangerous kingdom. “I don’t believe I caught your name.” “Y/N. While I’m stuck here, what is there to do? These bugs around here try to kill me and it’s lonely. No one I know is here.” “I said before I was a troupe master. I have a show this evening. Care to come and watch?”

You accepted. “As long as nothing tries to kill me.” “I can assure you, dear, the audience is not infected. You will be safe.” “Then I look forward to seeing the show.” “I’ll be on my way. Goodbye for now, Y/N, I will see you later tonight.” And he was gone in a flash.

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     You never moved from the bench. The fear of these infectious bugs keeps you chained to the seat. Another reason not to move was the beauty of this tearful place. The rain never stopped; it only fell with grace. But you snapped out of your thoughts- you forgot to ask Grimm where the show was.

     “Shoot!” You exclaimed. Now you’d be on this bench for all time. Annoyed, you closed your eyes and let yourself rest. ~~~

     You woke up to a warm feeling with something poking your face. It was Grimm. “Sh- uh- you! What are you doing?” You shot back into the bench wide-eyed, and Grimm took his hand back. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I wasn’t quite sure how to wake you. You looked like you were sleeping peacefully. I apologize.”

     “Oh, yeah, it’s alright.” You replied. “Is there anything you need?”

     “My show is about to start. Are you ready?”

     You nodded your head, and he extended a cloaked elbow to you. As soon as you took it, strong winds blew across your face and you found yourself in what must be where his show is. He directed you to a front-row seat. Once you sat down, the same flame from before sent him away to center stage.

[juniminabloom]

Follow My Lead: Troupe Master Grimm x Human Reader- Part 5

A/N: Finally got the 5th chapter out! Had a bit of writer’s block for this story, but those requests really helped me out! I really appreciate all the requests you two have sent me, thank you so much!! And I do remember, @keegansakura, I’ll be tagging you from now on! Thank you for the support and requests too <3 I hope you all enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

     “I- I feel a strange connection to you, I feel- what was it…- love. Towards you. I love you.”

     The blush on his face grows even deeper, and he shrouds his face in his cloak. He looks like he is shaking. Tiny tears prick at the corners of his eyes- he looked scared. Scared of? You didn’t know.

     “Grimm, I think I feel the same way.” You smile and comfort him, placing your hand on his cheek and gently stroking it. He calms down a bit, “You do..?” “I do. I don’t think I can help it.” “Oh, Y/N!” He sweeps you off your feet into a beautiful, big bear hug. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, squeezing you tighter. “I’ve fallen so hard for you.. I can’t believe it. I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same, no other bug, (or human in that matter) has ever made me feel such a way,” He whispers. “I wouldn’t know.”

     He backs up, and holds your hands, staring deeply into your eyes. His cheeks flash pink again, and he asks, “May I..? You nod.

     He drops your hands and places his on your jawline, bringing you into a passionate kiss. Rough, sweet, and mesmerizing. He makes it last for at least a minute before pulling away, both of your faces a red-hot mess. His eyes twinkle with love and amazement, once again meeting your gaze.

     “That was-”      “That was magnificent.”

     He buries his face again into your neck, rubbing against it. Little touch-starved baby. You wrap your arms around him for a gentle hug. After a few seconds, you slowly move him to a bench close by. He practically melts into you, like a sleepy kitten. And that’s exactly what he does- he falls asleep.      You stroke his horns while he rests his head on your chest, his arms around your torso, and the rain seemed to fall a bit slower. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so much love and joy.

     While Grimm was sleeping, you let yourself sleep too, the two of you cuddling for hours. ~~~

     You woke up with a pain in your neck, and Grimm now resting his head on your lap. He looked so precious, so peaceful, but you were tired of sitting on the bench: you wanted to go for a walk.

     Gently, you laid Grimms body down on the bench, and quietly walked away to not wake him.

     The place looked the same as ever, dreary and wet, but you now felt different about it. It didn’t feel so much like a mystery, no, that’s been solved- it almost felt like some heaven. And Grimm was the angel, you the poor sinner. He saw it the other way around.

     You felt a dash of warmth behind you, and two arms slithering their way around your waist. “Why did you leave? I had woken up, and you weren’t there. I was worried, why? “Oh Grimm, I was tired. So I went on a walk, but I didn’t wake you since you looked so peaceful. I’m sorry.” “Then next time, wake me. I wouldn’t be mad. And I have a question to ask.” “What is it?”

     “Would you move in? I wouldn’t stand for you spending any more nights- or days- in this place. We’re both sopping wet. Would you? We’d be closer as well…” He mumbled the last part.

     “YES! Uh, yes! I’d love to. I don’t want to be out here anymore, but I’d still love to walk and talk.”

     “Then hold on!”

     He took your hands and in the blink of an eye, you were in some sort of tent. It looked like a bedroom, and not entirely as tent-like as you would think. It looked more like an observatory, but with no windows. There was a bed with fine silk sheets, big enough for two people. “A king needs his beauty sleep.” He laughed.      Suddenly, you heard the flap of a tent opening, and the small jingle of an accordion. You heard a voice call out: “Hello? Master, are you in there?”

     Grimm quickly placed a hand over your mouth and ushered you to hide next to the bed. “Yes Brumm, what do you want?” He replied with a groan.

     Footsteps approached the area with the jingling accordion getting louder. You could see the figure now: He had a large, fluffy red ring around his neck, and a mask like the Grimmkin in the crowd. There were also small horns atop his head, and his arms were striped with a grey-ish beige and black. The accordion was really something that looked like a maggot. He did look like a sweet fellow, and Grimm didn’t seem to look at him the same.

     You tried to get a better look at him, but you hit your shoulder on the side of the bed, making you yelp. You quickly put your hand over your mouth, hoping they didn’t hear- but it was too late. Brumm was gazing over at you, and Grimm was glaring at Brumm. He blushed. “Oh my goodness…”

[juniminabloom]

Follow My Lead: Troupe Master Grimm x Human Reader- Part 4

A/N: This is a shorter chapter, but I promise the 5th one will be longer! 5th is currently in the works too. Anyways, enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

     That statue had been your resting place for the day. You had grown bored of the same bench and sitting there; it felt nice to finally go somewhere new. Though you were still cautious of the area around, you had begun to loosen up a bit. Began to be more comfortable.

     No longer did you feel trapped. No longer did you feel chained.

     You had finally felt free.

     Sitting up, you held your hands out in front of you to catch the rain. Once a drop fell in your palm, it quietly slipped down your fingers. Sure, your whole body was drenched, but this rain felt different. It felt better, to put it simply.

     Laughing with joy, more droplets fell into your palm and slipped out again; it felt wonderful. So you stood up with your hands above your head, catching the rain quicker and letting it run down your arms or plop on your head. It’s been too long since you’ve felt this way.

     And you spun, just like a girl in a music box. The giggles and rain were the melody. And you sang along with it;

     “There’s lots of pretty people here,      Sharing sotries and passing letters and      There’s lots of questions answered and-” ~~~

You didn’t notice Grimm had come. He stood there, watching, focusing on your silly movements and your wonderful voice. What was this song? He didn’t know, he didn’t care. You were so captivating.

Why had he come? He had come to confess. ~~~

     “People that dance and compute that      No one is better than-      you!”

And you ended with a final pose; Right at Grimm.

“...Grimm? What are you doing here? Did you hear everything..?” “I did. You sound lovely. I’ve come to ask you something, if you have time..?” He had a little bit of pink along his face and his voice was a bit shaky.

“I have nothing but time. What do you need?”

“I… *ahem*, I-”

[juniminabloom]

Follow My Lead: Troupe Master Grimm x Human Reader- Part 3

A/N: Now here is where I start to get into the swing of things! Chapters now on will be longer. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

     It’s been two weeks since his show. The two of you spent a lot of time together after that. He seemed to like you more and more every day, taking you to his shows and teaching you the history of this place, which you found out is called “Hollownest”.

     You liked him more and more every day too. You can’t shake the feeling from when he took your hand. You’d forgotten what that felt like.

     It’s like he unlocked something again, opening up the doors to a whole new world.

     And the idea of being more than friends didn’t seem so bad. You smiled. ~~~

     Grimm, on the other hand, was very confused. During these weeks with you, yes, he has liked you more. You were such an interesting creature, so sweet and appreciative, but he felt something no bug (or human) has made him feel before. A certain fondness for you, like a string had tied the two of you together.

     He didn’t want word to spread, not at all, and he was confused on what to do. He only sat and pondered, keeping his mind on you. He longed to be in your presence again. He wanted to have you in the room right now, where it would fill with laughter and joy. But he just couldn’t. He didn’t want you to figure it out. He didn’t know what to do.

     He became frustrated. Thrashing around in his tent with you and only you corrupting his thoughts, shouting angrily to- “STOP!”

     And he fell to the floor breathless. So tired, ever so tired, but wide awake. He needed to figure this out.

     Tomorrow, he will. ~~~

     You had been traveling around and exploring the city. Fortunately, no bugs had attacked you. There were none around. 

     On your walk, you stopped at a large, beautiful statue. There was a tall figure in the middle, and three smaller ones surrounding it. You wondered if it must be the king in the middle, his servants around.

     A sudden red gleam in the reflection distracted you. Turning around, it was Grimm. He looked confused.

     “Y/N? I’ve been wanting to know more about humans. I saw a couple on the streets today and I was curious; do you humans express certain affection to some people, like us bugs?”

     “Oh, we do!” You replied. “We call it love. When two or more people like each other so much, they might advance and become involved in a romantic relationship.” You ended with a wink. “Just like us, thank you Y/N.”

     “Of course!”

~~~

     He returned to his tent after speaking with you. He knew what he felt.

“Love.” 

     It was simple, he was in love with you. But he was worried you didn’t like him back.

Did you?