#gren twau

[therealjuiceboxbird]

I had a generational vision okay goodnight might delete by the morning we’ll see

[lustrum-art]

(Best) friends with benefits

[rabisun]

but i saw your fic requests and. you think there could be one on t4t grendel x reader?? blinks at you with my pretty eyelashes.

- 🥭 anon. i love mangos..

a/n: (they wanted both to be ftm) ILY 🥭 ANON THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME WRITE THISSS I LOVE GREN SM so um i forgot to ask if u wanted like hcs or a full story so here's a getting together story ig 😭 also ive never had a mango

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For all its fame, the Trip Trap only has four usual occupants. One, Holly, the owner-slash-bartender. Two, Grendel, her best friend and most valuable customer. Three, The Woodsman, a known alcoholic who frequents the bar. And four, you, who's somewhat new to Fabletown, and yet more well known than Woody.

Perhaps it was because of your charisma that rivaled that of Prince Charming himself. Or, your illustrious voice that leaves anybody who hears it hanging on your every word. More than likely though, it was your genuine effort to get to know and care for everyone around you.

For Gren, it was all those, and more.

From the confident way you carry yourself, to the way you "accidentally" get oh-so close whenever you interact with him, to the petnames you called him, to the distinct cologne you wore, Gren just couldn't get enough.

That's the reason why he is sitting at Holly's bar after closing, planning to make his move on you.

"You know, I think he might be more into you than you are into him." Holly looks away, like she knows something Gren doesn't.

"Yeah, no fuckin' chance." Gren's answer is immediate. "A good-lookin' guy like him? I'd be lucky if he's even into dudes." Dudes who used to be girls, he doesn't say aloud. Even though Holly knows. She's the only one who knows. He scratches at his thigh.

She reads his mind. "Don't think about it too hard. It's not your strong suit." Gren huffs a laugh. "Buuut, I guess there's only one way to know for sure. Just come right out and ask." Damn Holly has the audacity to smirk.

Gren sighs. This plan is stupid. But he doesn't have a better one.

So he'll try anyway.

The following night, Gren actually makes an effort to comb and polish that mane of his before heading to the bar. Shocker.

After peeking through the window, Gren has to force himself into the Trip Trap's door. There's a stranger seated next to you, and you're deeply engaged in the conversation. Judging by the fact that Gren has never seen this guy, he must be a Mundie. All Fables know each other. And, no Fable is dumb enough to hang around this bar at 10 o'clock at night. They know who owns it. And more importantly, they fear her friends.

Speaking of, Holly seems to have disappeared. Probably hiding in the back somewhere. Gren makes his way in slowly, eyeing his competition. Neither you nor your company pay him any mind.

Or so he thinks.

The visitor is handsome, by Mundie standards. And he seems to know it. Something doesn't sit right with Gren, seeing you talk to another man the way you talk to him.

Leaning in closer. Batting your eyelids. Playing with your hair. Resting your hand on his. Like you could truly be into this douche.

Could you be? Gren's chest stirs.

Oh. Jealousy. Feels like shit.

There's no missing the half-smirk that shows up on your face when you glance back towards Gren.

Do you already know?

Did Holly tell you? Is that why she's hiding?

She's as good as dead.

Taking a deep breath and mustering up all his courage, Gren makes his way over to you.

"Havin' fun over here, huh?" He speaks firmly, his voice steadier than he feels.

"What's it to you?" The man throws over his shoulder, eyes glued to yours.

You let out a laugh, no, a fucking giggle, as you whisper, "Aww, maybe he's jealous."

"Well, he can piss off." The man leans in closer to you. Too close. "He isn't the guy I'm trying to fuck tonight."

That's got to be too much for you.

It's definitely too much for Gren.

Before you can blink, Gren's bent the Mundie over the counter, twisting his arm behind his back.

He tries to push Gren off, but he's too strong. This isn't the first time that you've noticed his physique. Nonetheless, you stop to admire it. Not too muscly but clearly enough to hold his own. Or to manhandle someone. You almost fail at pushing that thought away.

The Mundie starts apologizing and begging for mercy. Grendel grants it to him with a warning.

"Don't you ever show your face here again, unless you want this," He squeezes the arm tighter. The man yelps. "To be snapped clean off. Am I understood?"

His sharp tone does something strange to you. Your thighs instinctively press together.

Of course, the Mundie cries in agreement, so Gren lets him go. He runs away, sniffling. Poor bastard.

In complete astonishment at himself, Gren walks up to you, who's risen from his chair. His hands are up, like he wants to check you for scars. Or like he wants to show that he isn't a threat. "So, you're uh, you're okay?"

You scoff. "Okay? Babe are you fucking kidding me?"

Shit. Shit. Panic. "It- I'm sorry, I just wanted to help..." Gren stumbles over his words as you inch closer. "I thought- I hated seeing you wit- he was-"

"Gren." If either of you moved any closer, you'd be...

"Huh? Yes?" His eyes can't decide between your lips and your eyes.

"Come here." It's barely audible. It didn't need to be. Your incessant hands grabbing at him said more than enough.

And finally, finally, your lips meet.

The kiss was well worth all the teasing, Gren now realizes it for what it was.

Possibly getting ahead of himself, Gren pushes you against the counter, his body pushing against yours, and that's when he notices, and that's when you notice, an absence of something.

Both surprised, you pull away, still staying close.

"You don't, are you-"

"Yeah. You too?"

"Yeah." And Gren's never been happier. You really are perfe-

"You're perfect." You voice his thoughts. God. He dives back in. You make a cute sound.

Maybe you did like him more. Maybe Holly was right, he thinks.

As if on cue, she walks out of the back with slow applause.

"Bravo! Bravo! Encore!"

The two of you continued attacking each other's faces for a second, before reluctantly pulling away to acknowledge her. A single string tying you to each other. That, and your limbs wrapped indistinguishably.

"Holly," you draw out her name. "Go back into hiding, we're kind of occupied."

So she did know. Hm.

"Yeah, well, it's my bar, and I'm not cleaning up any spills other than drinks, so I suggest you two get a room."

And you two do just that.

a/n: TYSM FOR READING i hope this was okayy me and the 2 other grendel fans against the world😭😭 i refused to sleep until i finished this augh i hope i touched on the ftm enough ummmm ok goodnight :3

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Gren x GN!Reader NSFW Headcanons

Your comments are delicious >:)

I may have made Grenny boy a little too ooc, my bad

🌙 He's the type to act like a sleeze but he's a pretty caring guy. He doesn't show his emotions on his sleeve at all, and you might not even think he's flirting with you at first, but he is. Gren grew up with tough love in an even tougher environment, but he tries his best. He does have a heart, after all mama's boy, Beowulf didn't extinguish that shit centuries ago.

🌙 However, when he's had a few drinks, he's very forward about what he wants. He's a big fan of leaning against the bar and openly flirting with you like that. He tries to be a gentleman sometimes if he's feeling like it, offering to buy you a few drinks here and there while he butchers pick-up lines like crazy.

🌙 He's the type to be a sloppy kisser. It doesn't matter if he's sober or drunk, things get a little messy. He's a man starved for attention, and you're the kind soul that's gonna give it to him. He's very physical with his kisses, almost always turning it into a makeout session where his hands travel all across your body, eventually leading him right to your sex where he loves to tease.

🌙 He loves making out in the elevator on your way to either of your apartments. Just the build-up alone is enough to get this man rock hard. He's very eager to let you know that is, too, grinding against your backside while his hands trace down your torso as you try to unlock the door.

🌙 He has such a filthy mouth. I hope you like degration and dirty talk, because this man is dishing it out. He says it all in this deep and gravelly voice that sends little electrical pulses right into your sex that it makes your head spin. He even tops some it off with a sickly sweet little pet name to hook you in.

🌙 Loves rough sex. If the headboard ain't knocking, he's not going fast enough. He may be one thin as fuck guy, but under that glamour is a big hulking beast with a firey sex drive.

🌙 He's done it with numerous other fables, even before having to flee the Homelands. He's seen it all, though trolls tend to rank higher on his list. He loves the idea of both of you dropping your glamours for the night and fucking like wild animals, but the fragility of the bed, as well as the rest of the apartment, often stops you both.

🌙 Please be careful of his bad arm. The scar is very much still there and there are often times where it gives out under the weight he puts on it to fuck you senseless. He loves nothing more than for you to massage it afterwards and leave tender little kisses on it. Try not to dig your nails in too much on that one side.

🌙 One of his favorite things to do is to partially drop his glamour enough for that tongue to come out. He loves lapping and licking at your sex with that big, long, wet tongue of his. He makes eye contact the entire time, and if you even think about looking away, he barely grazes his teeth over your sensitive skin to really get your attention.

🌙 He's very much a dom. He doesn't dislike the idea of being submissive with you, he just doesn't feel comfortable yet. The last time someone dominated him, it ended with him dead in some Danish swamp, so...

🌙 He loves deepthroating you. He loves nothing more than to knot his fingers in your hair and face-fuck you until he cums right down your throat. Just the noises alone are enough to get him in the mood. He loves to drag you up by your hair and shoulders and then kiss you, loving how he tastes in your mouth.

🌙 He's not ashamed to lose control, just a little ashamed of the mess that comes with it. He loves the power, but feels guilty about the dents he leaves in the walls from making the headboard bang against it so much. It's lead him to come up with some interesting ideas on how and where to fuck you.

🌙 One of those thoughts being in a crowded bar. He wants nothing more than to take you in some secluded little corner and make it look like you're just sitting in his lap or something when really he's just slipping his dick in you and you both have to play it cool.

🌙 Or fucking in the back of the Trip Trap when Holly is busy up front. The stock room is dark and tight and he loves the feeling of being so close and cramped with you that he has to pin you to the wall and all. Being so close leaves so little to the imagination when it's pressed right up against you.

🌙 He loves to sext, especially when you're at work and he's not. He always turns up the heat to the point he sends you a picture of what he's doing, but it's very obvious what the out-of-focus thing is at the bottom of the picture.

🌙 But if you sext him while he's out? Prepare that ass because you're not gonna get any sleep all night long. Teasing him while he's out is a very dangerous game, and Gren subscribes to the term of: Play stupid game win stupid prizes, and you're definitely gonna get fucked stupid.

🌙 He takes all of the complaints from neighbors with a stupid and very cocky grin on his face. Even when you're ducking your head down to hide your embarrassment, he's proud as hell. He's teasing you about it later.

🌙 Definitely the type to smoke a cigarette after sex. He always offers you one, too. If you're not a smoker and you're not too keen on cigarette smoke staining your walls and smelling up your sheets, he takes it outside. Whether it's a small patio you have, the fire escape or just fully opening a window, he's smoking a cigarette. And he will walk out fully nude with his dick out and all, he has no shame.

[pinstripepalace]

toxic on and off again boyfriends who do nothing but bitch and argue

[grcndel]

hi since TWAU 2 was just announced:

please remember that grendel is canonically gay in the material his TWAU iteration is based off of and that holly is his canonical mother figure as stated in the TWAU comics.  let’s not pull this bullshit again, i’m fucking tired.

[wolfmanritch]

i fucking hate him (i love him so much)

[slasherflick]

a little thing of gren i was proud of