This is a love story between A dragon hybrid(you) and Grillby, wich you are a Pyromaniac and can't seem to stay away from Grillby.
How will Grillby react to all of your advances?
And how will he be able to control your urge to set everything on fire...
Grillby was just done preparing the food for (y/n) when a oh to familiar smell hit him.
He dashed toards the table clouse to the kitchen, a patch of fire covered half the table, the little dragon washing the flames dance so close to her it was scary.
Grillby took a fire extinguisher and put the flames out, hearing a yelp of surprise.
"Th-that's c-cold"(y/n) said chattering her teeth together The Grillby picked up the smol dragon and gave it a look over, burns covered it's tail and it's front left paw.
"We are taking you to Alphys" cleaning the mess, Grillby gave the dragon food and checked the time.
11:58 pm, 'No way Alphys would open her lab at this hour' with a sigh he cleaned up whatever was left and was preparing to go to bed.
He was going to grab (y/n) with his gloved hand, when she stepped back, not allowing Grillby to take her to the couch to sleep.
"What's wrong, not sleepy yet?"He asked but received shake of the little one's head.
"I'm cold, can you pick me up with your warm hand?"
Grillby gave a internal smile not having to worry about him being a fire elemental with (y/n).
He picked her up with his fiery hand and she stared at him, washing how the flames in his head danced.
"That's cute, but your steel in trouble "
Grillby POV:
She gave me a grunt and coddled on my hand she gave me one last look and said "I'm am no mere lizard"Then closed her eyes sleeping on my hand.
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I lay the sleeping dragon on the couch.
I go to the monster-web and search the word dragon.
'Dragon a mythical creature, thought to have lived millions of years before monster kind existed' I stop reading and check the time '12:10 am'. Turning of the computer I go to my bed and rest up for tomorrow, having one last thought lingering 'what did she mean no mear lizard, why not say dragon?"
