Forbidden Flame (Mafiatale Grillby x Reader)

Chapter 9- Unhappy Visitors

(~Your POV + Time Skip 3 Days~)

The bar is near closing for the night. I didn't want Grillby to take the whole shift alone. He usually sends me upstairs to sleep before it gets too late and I normally comply. There is something different about tonight though. I want to be by his side. I spend most of my time talking with Sans to pass the time. As I do so, I keep a close eye on my soulmate working.

'Finally, we'll be able to go to sleep soon.'

Grillby soon walks past us, joking, "For how much he comes here, you would think I could charge him extra for his seat." "So what you're saying is that I get a family discount?" Sans says casually with a wink. Grillby begins wiping down the bar while shaking his head.

'He hasn't stopped working for hours.'

I step towards him with a smile. My hand traces from one of his shoulders to the other as I nuzzle my face into his arm. "You overwork yourself." I whisper for only him to hear. Grillby freezes completely, giving me enough time to gently grab the rag from his hand. He doesn't react. Instead, he appears to be stuck in place. I take a few steps back.

'Did I break him?'

It wasn't until seconds after that he turned to me, flustered, "Y/N! Give that back pleAse-" Playfulness sparks through my soul. I hold it behind me and out of his reach. "You've done enough! All the customers have been served and it's almost closing time. Talk with me and Sans for once." I tell him firmly. Sans has the smuggest look on his face as he states, "I like this one." "Y/N, this isn't a game. Please return it!" Grillby continues to pursue after the rag. Every time he tries reaching back to grab it, I dodge further back and away from him. Grillby continues persistently and I don't give in. I continue to take steps backwards while I giggle playfully.

"Hey Doll, you're running out of-" Sans' warning comes a second too late. My back slams into the wall. Grillby's figure towers over me with his hand placed beside my head. A short squeak leaves my throat from surprise. Grillby reaches out his other hand in front of me, "Towel, please." My heart feels like it's running a marathon. Grillby literally has me pinned to a wall right now and he doesn't even acknowledge it. All that's on his mind is the freaking rag.

'Why is he so close?!'

I can only look into his firm gaze for so long. My cheeks begin to burn up, no doubt turning bright red. My soul is probably lodged in my throat at this point. I can't get around him. What's worse is I'm so totally helpless for this man. I slide down the wall and to the floor with a long whine. Sans bursts into loud laughter. Grillby's eyes widen and his face burns a dark blue. We're both embarrassed. "Way to go, Grillbz. Ya managed to overstimulate the human past the ability of functioning." Sans congratulates him further with a slow clap. Grillby's flames flicker more rapidly as he turns to Sans, shouting, "I didn't mean to!"

I stay in my place on the floor. At least I'm hidden behind the bar. This spares me from the embarrassment of everyone seeing my condition. Only Grillby is on this side of the bar so he's the only one able to see me. While I'm still trying to process everything in my head, the front door slams open. It grabs Grillby's attention. I see his body become tense.

'What is going on up there?'

I try to stand but am immediately stopped by my soul turning blue. I'm pushed back down to the floor. "Wh-.." I look to Grillby in confusion. His hands are hidden from everyone else's sight except me. They're burning with a bright cyan glow. I assumed it was Sans' magic but it was actually Grillby's doing. He wants me to stay down here for a reason.