Short Grillby x Reader - Advice Well Used
You’d remember when you first entered the little town of Snowdin after your fall. You especially remembered being so exhausted that you managed to collapse into quickly melting snow, lips so pale, and blue as hypothermia was kicking into your system. The sensation of warm hands, like leaning on a radiator, engulfing your form, your e/c eyes catching a glimpse of what looked to be a man made completely of flames; Well, that was until everything became black upon your eyelids fluttering shut and drowning you in a deep slumber.
You still dreamt of that day, even after many weeks. You’d learnt about the town and its many inhabitants; That including your saviour, who actually ran the bar. Grillby. You weren’t going to lie, his silent gaze every time he glanced your way, you could have sworn they were like magnets, because you were mesmerized by him. Grillby cleared his throat when he noted how you had been staring at him, a wisp of blue covering his cheek area. Was that a blush? “Y/n, are you quite alright? You haven’t touched your food, did Sans vandalize it again?”
He was right. As always. But it was you that vandalized the food, you’d been so lost from gazing upon the fire elemental, you’d lost track of your grip on the loose ketchup bottle! you knew Sans would get you back later if you blamed it on him. You’d only come to realize the time was so late, there was only one customer left, and even then they were just leaving.
Just as you were about to pay the gold for the food that you had not eaten - which you of course felt guilty about - Grillby’s hand reached to cover yours and hold very carefully, “Y/n… Is there anything you wish to tell me, I can maybe help if needs be…”
Now it was your turn to get a powder pink blush to your already rosy cheeks, the heat certainly getting to you, “We-Well uh… You wouldn’t understand… W-Well, not in my way of thinking anyway.” Your response hummed through the bar and you could’ve sworn some of the bottles reflected your voice much like the echo flowers.
Releasing your hand that you’d offered him gold with, he took a lot less than the usual fee and had left a tiny piece of paper in your hand. Saying your goodbyes and thanks to Grillby for his kind hospitality, you slowly fumbled out of the warm and cosy environment and into the chilled crisp snow. Now you had to read that note. And boy were you graced by such a posh looking handwritten style, so delicate for such hands…
‘Y/N, if you ever want to talk and I’m not open, or have just closed, you are more than welcome to use my phone number. I know you’ll use it wisely on your journey. -Grillby’
And you couldn’t help but cuddle the paper close to your chest upon seeing the kiss next to his beautifully crafted signature. You would definitely use it wisely.
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