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5 ways to love a catboy, and the 1 time the feelings are mutual (catboy! grim x gn! reader)

unfortunately the work is now gone but it was so beautiful I cried Summary: In which Reader reads about how to take care of cats and it drives Grim crazy. CHENYAXREADERXHUMAN!GRIM FIC AHHHHHHH IT’S 3.7 K WORDS I HATE I HATE THIS IT ALL STARTED FROM THAT@twstpasta FIC ABOUT HUMAN! GRIM X READER X CHENYA AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Warning: Licking, biting, claws, jealousy gender neutral reader

The rain prattled on the windows of Ramshackle, making the air grow colder. You shivered, rubbing your hands together for some semblance of warmth. You sighed, retrieving the book brought from Sam from the side table. ‘How to take care of cats’. It’s a book you brought to teach yourself how to better care for your roommate. It was meant to teach you something new, but now- you glanced at your half-beastman companion, who was busy snoozing on your lap, clawed hands warped around your waist as his face faced your body- there seemed no point in reading the book. You’re great friends as is, and besides e IS a half-beastman, so wouldn’t it be a little offensive if he caught you reading this? But, well, you mused, hands fiddling with the softcover of the book, thumbs pressing against the edging of the book, knowing something new never caused you any harm, right?

With a reassuring nod, you opened the first page, taking a look at the Table of Contents.

Basics

Routine care

Grooming

Handling

Breeding

Training

Emergency first aid

Traveling with your pet

Communicating with your cat

That’s plenty. Your eyes skimmed over chapter 5, flushing lightly, before reading the next chapters. Chapter 9 caught your attention. “Communicating with your cat, huh?” You muttered, your hand going down to pet his head.

=== Sleeping: Cats typically sleep up to 16 hours a day. Since they are the most vulnerable while sleeping, the place your cat chooses to snooze must be a secure and trusted location. There is no greater loving compliment than a cat picking your lap as their favorite sleep spot. “Henchmen…” He interrupted your thoughts, mumbling. “Put that book down and sleep with me. ‘S cold.”

You know it’s his feline instincts, telling him to cuddle and collect as much warmth as possible but it’s still rather embarrassing, cuddling with another human. “U-uh, aren’t you pretty happy sleeping in my lap?” You replied instead, dodging his question with ease.

“No, I don’t like it at all! I- I just do it cuz it’s warm, is all!” He countered, even if his hands clawed your hips tighter. You winced. You should warn him about caging you in. Later, though. “B-but it ain’t enough, s-so…”

He turned to face you, turning a soft shade of red. “D-don’t get the wrong idea, though. I-it’s not like I like sleeping with you. After all, you’re my henchmen, a-and you’re just warm, t-that’s all.”

His tendency to blatantly lie has always been amusing to you. Still, you shook your head at this failed attempt. “Sure, Grim.”

“It’s true! S-so…” He pouted, releasing his hold from your waist and reaching out towards you. “Y-you can- uh- you know- uh-”

You stifled a giggle, nodding in agreement. You don’t miss the way his eyes immediately light up as he dragged you down the couch, leaving you little to no time to throw the book to the side table.

He hummed in bliss, a happy grin etching on his face as he nuzzled into your chest, arms once again finding home on your waist. “‘Yer so warm, henchmen…”

“I’m glad I became your personal heater.” You replied, encircling his waist in kind.

You’ll have to look at that chapter some other time.

===

Bunting: Bunting is when your cat rubs their cheeks on you or an object, head-butts you with their forehead, or rubs their head on you. It’s a way for your cat to leave their scent on you, marking its territory. Cats do this when they love something or someone. They may practice bunting on other pets or their favorite humans. You giggled, imagining yourself rubbing your head against Grim.

Well, it’s worth a try, right?

First, obtain the target.

“Grim?” You called, walking around Ramshackle. The rain has passed, leaving a nasty gap on the ceiling of Ramshackle and of course, leaving you and Grim to fix it.

“Oi, henchmen, help me!” Speaking of the devil, he’s come calling from the kitchen.

“Coming~” You crooned, walking to the kitchen.

His arms are outstretched, holding a piece of wood to the top of the ceiling as he struggles to coordinate his magic to nail the wood in place, standing atop the counter. A peak of skin can be seen, deftly outlining his stomach.

…Oh.

“Henchmen, are ya gonna help?” His annoyed voice snapped you out of your reverie, and you shook your head.

Do not ogle your roommate, you damn nitwit.

“Right, right.” You scurried to his side, holding the wood in place as he finally nails the wood in place.

“Thanks for helping me, Grim.” You replied at his work, patting his head.

“Ngh!” He shied away from your touch, nervously gulping. “Don’t do that!”

Huh?

“I thought you liked it?” You asked, confused.

Wasn’t he asking for some yesterday?

“N-no, course not! What gave you that idea?!” He argued, embarrassment beginning to cover his features.

Ah, he’s just being shy. You snickered, the paragraph you read popping into your head. Hmm, maybe…

You stepped closer to Grim and without warning, rubbed your face against his cheek. You quickly stepped back, gauging for his reaction. It was immediate, quickly screeching as he cupped the side of his cheek you brushed against.

“W-WHA-” He quickly backed away and in your horror-

Crash! === Purring: The most obvious and common way cats show their happiness and love is through purring. Cats seem to have a special little motor inside them that gets started when they are relaxed and enjoying something. You’ll often hear this rumbling, vibrating noise while you are petting your cat. “I’m sorry…” You apologized, the catboy giving you a hateful glare.

“No! I ain’t taking that!” He grumbled, crossing his arms. You could only look down in shame.

After the unfortunate fall of the countertop, you quickly hauled him back onto the couch, frantically apologizing as you do.

“Do- do ya know what that even means?!” He bristled, going red at the thought. “S-stupid-”

“I’m sorry….” You repeated, standing up to get some towels. “Here, let me help.”

“Hmph. I guess you can do that for me, henchmen.” He grumbled, muttering a few more things under his breath as he slouched on the couch sideways.

You reap what you sow, you supposed. There was major bruising on his elbows, so you took care of that first. With care, you began compressing the bruises in cold cloth, lifting his legs so they slid over your thighs.

“Stupid henchmen, what do they think they’re doing, acting like that- do they even know what it means… stupid stupid stupid stupid…” He continued mumbling, knowing full well you could hear him.

Ahahaha…

Curiosity got the best of you, didn’t it?

“I can hear you.” You replied, rinsing the cloth with cold water, bending down.

“Good, you’re supposed to.” He shot back with ease, giving you a quick gaze. “Dummy, you don’t know what it means, right?”

You quickly eyed your book on the bookshelf. “No, absolutely not.”

Sorry, Grim. I’m a liar.

“I-it means ‘yer mar- mar-” He goes red in embarrassment, shaking his head. “Nevermind, ‘yer gonna be too dumb ‘ta understand, anyways!”

You shake your head, giving the bruises one last compression before finishing.

So cute.

“Done.” You finished, pushing the washbasin away. During his fall, a sharp piece of wood scratched him, leaving you to tend to his forehead. You reach for the first aid kit by your side, taking a bandage and some ointment.

“Close your eyes, okay?” Grim nodded, doing as told with his hands, crossing his legs. Carefully, you drip a few drops onto his forehead.

He winced. “It hurts!” He whined.

“It’s supposed to. Careful now, I’m going to wipe it.” You answered, wiping away the excess ointment with tissue. You blew lightly on the ointment, making his ears droop down.

Finally, you placed the bandaid on his forehead, pressing lightly so it sticks. You say nothing, opting to stare at your companion.

His short, black hair, combined with the fiery blues of his fire certainly makes him stand out. It makes your job finding him around campus a lot easier, so there’s nothing for you to complain about.

“Are ya done?” Grim asked, eyes still closed.

“No.” You lied. After quietly putting away the ointment, you continued staring.

His cheeks. You wonder…

Are they soft? Your hands go to grasp them, but something in your brain hitched. “Grim, I’m going to massage you, okay?“

“Fgna, why?” An understandable question.

“Cuz…” You fondle the flesh, making him squirm. “I want to.” You leaned into him, chest meeting chest as your elbows propped up against the couch. Your legs are beginning to hurt from the position, but it doesn’t quite matter.

“O-oh… s-sure, just don’t hurt me.” He responded, slowly removing his hands and opening his eyes. Bright blue eyes. They’re quite adorable, you soon realized as your fingers began to caress his cheeks.

It’s soft.

“Henchmen…I don’t think this is a massage.” He piped up, frowning.

You giggled. “Yeah, it’s not. I just wanted to see if your cheeks were soft or not.” That being said, your hands went to his hair, actually massaging him. You pushed down your thumbs on his hair, eliciting a surprised purr from the cat. He quickly muffled his mouth, eyes open wide.

“Oh, do you like-”

“I don’t like that- you’re wrong! You’re definitely hearing things! Y-you- mmph-” His words are interrupted when another purr is ripped out of his mouth. You didn’t commentate, focusing on massaging his skull as best as possible. Your body began shaking from his purrs, the urge to laugh growing every second.

“Ngah- no, not there- here!” He grumbled from below, placing your hands right where he wanted them and you complied, letting his hands guide you.

== Playing: Kittens play out of pure enjoyment and their most favorite playmate is typically a trusted and loved companion. Some cats may actually control the interaction by moving just out of reach so you are forced to come to them and start playing. “Kay, Ace, you’re it.” You said to the Heartslabyul boy, patting his shoulders. “No cheating, okay? Or we’ll beat you up.”

“Yeah, it ain’t fair if ‘yer stalking’ us,” Epel added, crossing his arms. “Fine…” Ace grumbled, going against a tree. “One, two, three…” The 5 of you (Sebek, Deuce, Jack, Epel, and Grim) quickly split up, finding your own hiding spots.

“Henchmen!” Grim pointed towards a closed-lidded box, fit for 2 people. “Let’s hide there!”

You nodded in agreement, the two of you quickly sliding in and closing the lid. You both faced each other, limbs crossing over one another. Because of how tall Grim is (170 cm), you had to duck under him to fit.

“Your ears.” You warned the cat. He nodded, turning them off.

The two of you wait in silence, but as the minutes ticked by, you grew worried. Normally, Ace would already find you by this point, but he hasn’t. Besides, it’s getting hot, and you’re beginning to sweat. The other problem is…

You blushed hard, knowing Grim wouldn’t see you either way. There’s a chest in front of you, and you’re not exactly sure what to do with it. Curse him and his inability to properly close his clothes! It’s making it way harder for you to think, argh! His head lied on your back, and you can feel every movement of his hair-!

He moved forward slightly, pressing your face against his chest. “Men… Henchmen!”

“Hah?! What?!” You hissed in surprise, forgetting about the volume of your voice. “Move back!”

“Can’t. Also, shush.” His hand cupped your face, and you struggled to not blush even further.

“Why not?!” He didn’t reply, leaving you to frown.

Why are you even having this problem in the first place, anyway?! If it was any other guy, you would be so-

Your breath hitched in realization.

You can’t possibly be catching feelings for your friend, right? Your catboy?

No.

No way.

No fuck-

“[Name].”

“H-hah?!”

“Didn’t you hear me? Geez.” Grim grumbled, releasing your face from his hand. “Are you deaf?”

“Found you- oho~?” The door opened, and you quickly ran out, stumbling along the way, not caring if you lost because there’s a bigger issue at hand.

D… do you like your roommate? Like… like your companion?

Oh god.

You might.

Oh.

OH FUCK-

== Scratching: Scratching leaves both scented and visual marks of ownership to a cat. Pay attention to where your cat scratches the most. The areas most important to a cat are often associated with the owner.

Licking: Cats spend an enormous amount of time self-grooming and friendly cats also groom each other. Cats that groom their favorite people, by licking their skin or hair or even nibbling or sucking on their clothing, indicate great affection. “Hench-men!” Grim grumbled, growling for the third time. Yet, your head’s still in the clouds, blissfully unaware of his calls. What the hell’s gotten in you?!

You’re smiling more and your cheeks are redder now. You constantly bite your lip, but you act like you don’t. Huh??? “[Name].” A gruff voice called, and you instantly looked up. Hah?!?!? You don’t reply when he’s calling you, but when Jack calls, you respond immediately?! What’s going on?! - “..I think, Grim…” Ace gave Grim his most serious face, fingers pressed up against his lips. “[Name] has a crush on Jack.” “No way.” Epel and Sebek stood up, looking furious. Sebek’s gritting his teeth and Epel’s crushing the apple he’s holding so much that it’s about to crumble under his strength. “Why are you both so mad?” Deuce questioned obliviously. “Because, idiot-” Ace snorted, punching Deuce’s arm. “They both have crushes on him. Even Grim notices, right, Grim?” No reply. “…Grim- yo.” Ace warned, arms raised. “Chill.” “Henchmen likes… Jack?” His eyes slit, fists clenched as he stared straight into Ace’s eyes, mouth set to an angry scowl. “…That so?” “We’re-” Sebek and Epel stood up, along with Grim, three of them sporting looks that could kill. “-gonna head out. Be back in a while.” … “Ace, you’re a dumbass.” Deuce sighed in disappointment.

“How am I the dumbass?!” - “I see… Jack…” You nodded, holding out a hand. “So you like Sebek AND Epel?”

“D-don’t say it like that! And, uh… You like…” Jack scratched his neck. “Grim?”

“S-seems like it…” You stuttered, fingers pressing against each other. “Ehem- well then, that’s great! Because they both like-AGH!”

Your words are soon replaced with screams as someone took you into their arms. Closing your eyes, you feel yourself being roughly handled into the grass. They must’ve leaped out of the window because you and Jack were chilling in a classroom.

“Wha- hey, what the hell-”

“Henchmen.” Your eyes quickly flung open, and you flushed bright red. There, above you, with a knee pressed down between your legs as his hands pinned yours, is Grim. His hair was down, so you can’t gauge his emotions, but it’s something bad.

“G-Grim?” He doesn’t reply, opting to lean closer to your face. You closed your eyes out of instinct, but then he started to trail down, nose bumping against your neck.

What… is this…

You could only squirm as he sniffed you round, mostly around your face.

“You smell.”

WHAT.

Your eyes snapped open, offended. “Y-you could’ve just told me I smell-”

“Like him. I don’t like it.” Finally, he flipped his hair, and you can clearly see his expression.

…shit, he’s mad.

Blue flashing eyes met yours, and he smirked, sharp fangs were clearly seen glinting in the sunlight.

“I’m gonna make sure…” He leaned in closer, and you can feel his breath take a sharp inhale on your skin. You closed your eyes again, mortified. “Ya won’t smell like that. Ever.”

And before you could blink-

He wrapped his arms around you, leaving deep imprints of his claws on your sides as they dug into your skin. You winced, a pained expression crossing over your face.

“Hey, that hurts-”

“Oh, does it? Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it that hard.” Grim replied, straddling you, sitting up on your hips as his hands (now claws) feast on your hands again, pinning them high above your head. There’s no way he’s sorry.

Yet, despite his tone…

You… kinda… like this?

AM I TURNING INTO A MASOCHIST?????

As you pondered over the possibility, Grim already went and pulled your collar apart, enough to show your collarbone. Without any warning, he opened his mouth, toothy fangs peeking out as he dove in, teeth coming into contact and plunging into your skin.

You gasped in surprise, hands not able to retaliate as the heat began swelling throughout your body. After a few seconds, his fangs released your collarbone, softly licking the skin to get rid of the blood.

“…Heh.” He stood up and left, like nothing happened, leaving you to gape at the accident, clutching your neck.

D..did he just…

GIVE ME A HICKEY???

WHAT THE FUCK?????

(Somewhere else, Jack has been successfully and conquered and now obtained 2 boyfriends.) ==

Hunting and Gifting Prey: Cats are adorable but they’re still tiny carnivores who have hunting instincts. Cats may catch everything from toys to mice and they often share their bounty with those they love. Cats who present you with a catch deserve praise. They wouldn’t bring these special gifts if they didn’t love you.

For the rest of the week and day, you avoided your companion as much as you could. Well, you still had the same classes, but in those cases, you simply minimized talking to him, and well, he did too, so it’s not like it was hard.

WHY DID HE BITE MY NECK

WHY DID HE BITE MY NECK?!

The question circled in your head over and over as you met up with Ace and Deuce, who gave you a worried glance upon your arrival.

“Hey, [Name]…” Deuce called hesitantly.

“Hey…” You replied, slumping against the table.

“…Out of curiosity, did Grim do anything-” You snapped up, glaring at Ace and grabbing his shoulders.

“YOU. What did you do?” You grumbled, making a shiver go down his spine.

“N-nothing…?”

“Bullshit.”

“I. Might have. Initiated. Something.” He stuttered, word by word as he looked away.

“You think? Take a look-” You shed your collar apart, showing them his bite. “Look at this shit! He fucking bit me! And I liked it-”

“YOU LIKED IT?!” Deuce gasped, blushing red.

“I DON’T KNOW I JUST-” You bonged your head against the table, shoulders still seen. “I dunno what the fuck’s going on anymore…”

“… GREAT SEVEN-” Ace slammed the library table, standing up, then rapidly sitting down. “OHMYFUCKINGSEVEN-”

“THIS IS A LIBRARY, KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!”

The three of you gulped, keeping quiet at the glare of the librarian. “…So, what?” You whispered, quickly fixing your shirt.

“I think… Grim has a crush on you, and he was jealous because he thought you like Jack.” Ace explained slowly, massaging his temple. “But that’s okay, because you have a crush on Grim, so it all works out in the end.”

“…oh…” You and Deuce nodded simultaneously, taking in the information-

Wait. Did he just say-

“GRIM HAS A FUCKING WHAT-”

“GET OUT!!!!” - Grim has a crush on me Grim has a crush on me Grim has a crush on me Grim has a crush on me Grim has a crush on me-

You walked in a circle, barely caring that you missed a class.

OH. FUCK.

You always knew the relationship you had with Grim was different than the ones you had with others, but you never knew how to describe it. Well, guess fucking what, now you do!

AND IT’S CALLED-

“A… crush..” You stuttered, a giddy grin going on your face. “A crush!” Small, little laughs began escaping your lips as you laughed nonsensically, scaring the few passersby.

But now, what do you do?

“…I got it.” - “Grim-”

“[Name]-” The two of you met in Ramshackle, both pairs of hands hiding behind each other as you gave each other an awkward grin, laughing slightly.

“You go first,” Grim said, giving you the go. You nodded, took a deep breath, and with a shaky exhale, began:

“S- sorry for surprising you like that. I, uh, heard from Ace t-that he said that I liked Jack, w-which isn’t true at all, s-so-” You lost your cool, closing your eyes tight and handing him his gift. “I- I read that cats like giving people things, s-so maybe this-”

The tuna can was left forgotten, clattering as you’re pushed to the ground. Dazed, your hands crept up to stabilize yourself by holding the hips above you. You’re surprised, and the surprise turned into a small yelp as a pair of hungry lips captivated yours, quick to silence you as a pair of hands keep you caged and a tail wrapped around your waist, keeping you from escaping.

“Damn you,” Grim growled lightly as he pulled away, gasping.“Beating me to the punch.”

“S-so, you-”

“I like you too, damn it!” He grumbled, sitting on your hips, a dark fuchsia overtaking his features. “Can’t believe my henchmen said it before me!”

You can’t help but laugh giddily, pushing him off you and sitting up, pressing him into a tight hug. “I’m too cool, sorry, Grim.” “Hey-!” He let this one go, hugging you back and snuggling into your neck.

“…uh, does this mean we’re, uh…” You gulped nervously. “A… thing…?Now?”

“I… I guess so- I don’t know!” Grim flushed red, hugging you tighter. In a softer voice, he whispered into your ear: “A-as long as I’m with you, I don’t really care what we are. As long as we’re together.”

“…Aww, Grim-!” You let a few tear streaks fall down your cheek. “You dumbass!!!”

“I’m the dumbass?! When you- oi!” He quickly wiped your tears away, a fond smile painted on his lips. “…stupid.”

“I love you.” You whispered, leaning in.

“…me too.” He whispered back, and your lips met for the second, the third, and many more times it will in the future.

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