Can I request a Underfell Grillby with a water spirit/elemental SO?
Anon. Of course you may.
I never thought this day would come. I had to pause and be like "do i... write fanfic? Do people know I DO that on Tumblr dot com?". Then I realized it doesn't matter, because they will. I still don't know why everyone loves my intersex reader one-shot but I'm happy to do more lmao
Sorry that it took me several eternities to see and write this, I never thought I'd have this opportunity. It would be funny, though, if you accidentally sent the ask to me instead of your fav writer lol
Favorable Conditions– Underfell Grillby x Water Spirit/Elemental S/O Oneshot
Warning(s)/General Tags: Description on how a Water Elemental/Spirit Eats, Strangers to Friends, Mutual Pining, I forget how I initially characterized this AU Grillby so sorry if it's inconsistent, maybe OOC Grillby but I like to think not
He was closing the bar per usual and taking the time to stretch. 'Fuck, my back hurts,' he thought, flames crackling brighter.
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From safe kitchen doors, I peak my head out to investigate the noise. The purple-flamed monster turns his head disinterestedly to see the water spirit that's been staying with him aboveground.
And he smiles at me, making my form melt.
"Looking for more work?" He teases, giving a wicked smirk. I point to the kitchen to tell him what's wrong, which garners Grillby's attention. He, also quietly, approaches me and leans close to see what I'm pointing at. He's so close, it kind of distracts me. So close, I can feel him without hurting anyone...
And Grillby realizes the problem. I was not very compatible with his grill and hoped to clean it, but I don't have any gloves that would fit me for this task.
The gloves he usually wears while cleaning his grill wouldn't work either as I usually can't grip larger accessories—
Ugh, he just knew this day would be a pain in the ass.
"The grill isn't going to burn you and it shouldn't be hot anymore. You could probably still wash the grill if you wanted to," he muses, "with you being made of water. You know where I keep the dish soap, and the baking soda is..." He trails off. And blinks at me, owlishly.
"What?" He askes, rather confused by my face.
"...I can't exactly touch dish soap. Tasting it wouldn't hurt, but it would be a hard taste to be rid of, and it can get everywhere—" "You what." He just. Blinks again at me.
Now it's my turn to look at him with confusion.
"Don't you eat with your fire?" I ask. He chuckles at that. "No? And come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen you eat!" He thinks aloud. Then he rushes into the kitchen and grabs something out of the fridge, wincing at the coldness and moving it between his hands. He moves it to the countertop and places some chicken nuggets in a pan under a grill grate, closest to where the fire will be.
Then, there's fire.
I watch, quite dumbfounded at his excitement to make these chicken nuggets, that I leer closer at the flames and the way his body moves. It's enthustic, wanting to bubble with laughter, but that same care is always there. No matter what he makes, who he makes it for, the love of his craft and especially the love of who he might make it for is obviously there.
It can be easily seen that he's not just heating up chicken nuggets as a joke towards some stranger— he seems genuinely excited about our time after working hours. Even if he clearly wants to play it off as a joke to laugh at me.
No, Grillby was much more good-natured than he let on. His willingness to engage with me, despite the cultural oddity of verbal speaking or mixing things up with an elemental that could easily dust him...
Were I not the same elemental who hide in waterfalls and ponds, maybe I would have minded more.
And like that, his chicken nuggets are done. They are in the shape of monsters I don't recognize. Those human stores have them— 'dinosaur nuggets'? Maybe the King's Favorite Human orders them occassionally?
Grillby playfully hums a tune and unceremoniously dumps my snack on one of his personal plates.
He then clears his throat and keeps a straight face.
"So, before you show me how it's done, we have some things to discuss."
Then his face seems more strict, and I remember that this is Grillby.
"Like how you didn't tell me you needed gloves. Were you just avoiding the soap and dirty water this WHOLE time?" He asks, fire crackling much louder than what I'm used to.
Well, I'm going to be honest.
"Most people don't consider how water elementals can taste or eat. The workarounds are fairly convient and it's not too much fuss to quietly find them, anyways," I add, which softens Grillby's features. Actually, he seems... quite regretful. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew what I meant, being a fire elemental himself.
"And you took my offer anyways? You didn't have to do that." He sort of grumbles, absentmindly watching as I grab one of the chicken nuggets he made.
I look at it with a sort of bored gaze. "I wanted to. And for the record, I wouldn't have cared if you never noticed or asked. You're a great company to be around." I bite into chicken nugget, which sort of floats into my head before being magically dissolved into the water that makes up my body.
I catch Grillby staring into my eyes before conjuring an argument.
"But I'd help you anyways. If you were just desperate to leave that pond, I would have helped you find something else!" Grillby seems more frustrated. That's right.
I found Grillby with the rain was pouring outside this store. Being so new to the surface, we were both caught off guard when the rain could just. Appear anywhere? So he had no umbrella but the guy inside kind of pissed him off, so he wasn't going to buy an umbrella. He planned on waiting, until I gave him my umbrella.
I only ever carried one because Waterfall had them aplenty and the taste of cave ceiling condensate gets repetitive and repulsive with time. Lucky for Grillby, I kept it out of habit and saw the perfect opportunity to leave it with someone who would actually need it now.
Grillby (very reluctant and suspiciously) took the umbrella, checked it for holes or intentional slashes. Keeping an eye on me for any sudden or lethal movements.
When he determined that the umbrella was actually perfectly fine, he took the umbrella with more poise.
"Thanks," he muttered, and tested how well it kept off rain. Then walked with it, marveling at the shelter it provided, before he turned around. "If you don't plan on keeping it, I wouldn't mind having it," he (sort of) joked, which you calms waved off. "Keep it," you insisted. Then you walked off, continuing past the building for the one you actually came for.
Grillby could never forget how odd and kind the interaction was. This was the surface, huh?
Not a bad place to open shop, if a monster like YOU was here, too.
And when you ran into each other again, living at this new pond on the surface, you found yourself in a bit of situation.
Winter was approaching, which means you'd be trapped under the ice. And bear in mind, your pond was small and empty of fish. But if you left, you would probably have to go back underground and how would you work? What if another elemental took your pond?
Well, you were just going to have to figure something out.
On your way to work, you came by your bus stop. We'll, who would uave known? A familiar elemental showed his face, umbrella on hand in case of emergency.
Both of you talked, he joked, you laughed. It was a nice moment on a mundane day, between two unsuspecting elementals that crossed paths again. You told him your struggles for winter, he offered a job. You know, as thanks for valuing his time.
At first, you rejected. Didn't know the guy, who he really was, but he held the offer out in case you needed it.
You talked some more the following days. You got his number and met at all sorts of places. When you came to his bar, well... it was better than a pond. He laid his offer out.
That wasn't very long ago, but the time you've known him has certainly been something.
Back to your current situation, Grillby was more than sure he wanted to make out with you right here, right now. It didn't matter that the shop only just closed, or that you were both friends, or that he swore that it'd be a miracle if anything happened between you. His fear of water was there, yes, but there had to be some magic that allowed him to kiss you. To hold you. To craddle your face as you looked up to him with those watery eyes.
And it wasn't fair. It's not fair that he has to yearn like this when you were so close, so impossible close that he wanted to just lean in and risk it anyways. But even if he truly believed you felt just as strongly about him (which he doesn't), he would be at risk of hurting you, too. And he didn't pummel a few customers for making fun of you, because he didn't care.
Gods, if he could have one wish...
"I was in a bad spot, but I still choose to take your offer. So far, I still think you'll be one hell fo a roommate." You give him a little bit of a winning smile and he's reeling back to reality.
Right, of course. He nods.
"Just don't think you have to do everything yourself. We're roommates for a reason," he complains, which you blissfully tune out as you eat the rest of your nuggets.
'Roommates', you say? That's what you both agreed to. And as long as he's near you, maybe 'roommate' will be good enough for now.
“Why did you bring kernels to the movie theater again?” You quirk a brow as you both settle into your seats.
“Because, why pay for cheap food at high price when I can make it myself?” Fellby grins, popping a unpopped popcorn kernel into his flaming mouth from a bag he snuck in.
You make a face at him as you hear a pop come from his mouth. He chuckles as he chews.
“We’re the only ones who came to see this movie, the noise won’t bother anyone.” He says throwing another into his mouth.
Pop.
You roll your eyes and face the big screen, ignoring his devilish grin.
Pop.
“What’s the matter? Want a taste?” He teases, shaking the kernel bag in front of your face.
“It’s not even buttered.”
Pop.
You sigh, shaking your head as you grumble.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry, cmere.” Fellby says, taking your chin in his warm purple hand and turning your face towards him.
His warm silky lips meet yours and your annoyance is momentary forgotten before you feel a pop in your mouth.
He pulls away laughing as you glare at him, chewing on the newly popped popcorn now in your mouth.
If these are still open, can I get a trick or treat with Fellby?
"Trick or treat!" you call.
Fellby opens the door with a smirk. "Happy Halloween," he says. "Do you want your trick or your treat first?"
"Trick?" You're not entirely certain.
"The trick," Fellby says, "is that I don't have any candy for you."
You feign disappointment. "Aw, man! That's all I came here for. Don't you have any kind of sweet treat for me?"
Fellby's smirk widens. "Come here and let me show you." He holds out a hand to you. When you take it, he pulls you close and bends you over for a truly spectacular kiss.
"What did you think?" he asks when he finally lets you up.
You struggle to catch your breath for a moment. Then you beam and say, "Got any more of those?"
"One per customer." He winks at you and closes the door.
