Young love? (Grillby x Reader)

Chapter 6

Loud screams was heard, jolting you to your feet and into the direction of one of children's room. Grillby was not far from you and took to the opportunity to head to the his daughters room, while you took the sons room.

As you entered, the young flame boy was under his blanket. Almost immediately after you sat on the bed, he climbed on top of you and was holding on to you for dear life.

Softly patting his head, little flame-like tears were beginning to form around his eyes. The poor kid looked tired, which was understandable. They've been having nightmares for the past four days.

Grillby walked in with his daughter shivering quite scarily, already crying. With a groan, you held the little boy in your arms, he wrapped his little hands and his legs around you. Heading towards Grillby room, you knew you had to stop them from being scared, this meant watching them sleep to make sure there wasn't really any danger.

Grillby laid down, his daughter not letting go a single bit. You tried removing the boy away from you, but his crying became a louder every time you tried. Reasoning would be useless, the kid is so stubborn, it's annoyingly surprising.

"It's alright (Y/N), you can sleep here. He won't be letting go anytime soon, so just sleep."

You nodded and laid down on his bed, a loud groan coming from you as the bed was silky soft. Closing your eyes, you heard the crackles of fire coming from all three of them.  Grillby held your hand and patted it a bit, but didn't let go. Too tired to tell him to fuck off from your beauty sleep, you drifted away with the boy snoring quietly into your ear.

The next morning, you woke up to Grillby spooning you and the children sleeping together on the edge of the bed. You didn't realize the spooning part, quietly snugging yourself to whatever was keeping you warm. That's when Grillby moved you closer to him, his breath hitting onto your neck, hitting a very inappropriate sweet spot. You moaned, too loudly. The breathing stopped and you started to feel very uncomfortable. You turned yourself over, facing Grillbys chest and snuggling him with your face buried into his shirtless chest.

Then, you opened your eyes and was confused as to why you were facing something so orange and warm. The shock of realization hit you so hard, you immediately stood straight, causing a dizzy trance to begin.

"You're awake, didn't mean to scare you." His voice was always so deep and felt so warm.

"I didn't realize, I'm sorry."

If you could blush, you were blushing now.

You could feel the mess that you were now and because of it, you groaned and laid back down.

Grillby moved a piece of hair away from your eyes and watched you.

"Could you stop, thanks." You grumbled, covering your face.

"What am I doing exactly?" He chuckled, intently staring at you in amusement.

"That boy thing, you know! It's so distracting, you're like... sending signals?" Unbelievable that you were telling your boss this, but he wasn't your boss anymore. He was becoming something else.

"And what does that mean?"

"It means that you like me Gribs, like you like me, like me!"

"And If I do 'like you, like you'?"

The thought never really came up, what if he liked you? That would justify his hand-holding, distance staring and his talks with you about relationships.

"No, Grillby. You don't tell me that, no."

"Why not?"

"Because not so long ago you told me my entire life was a whole grudge and now you tell me this?" You didn't expect to have this conversation so soon.

"I thought we were pass that, (Y/N)."

"Well I'm not! Goddamit Grillby, this is so unfair!"

He didn't say anymore after that. He already told you he has took a romantic interest in you, but you're in denial. He didn't understand women.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just not so good at this relationship stuff. I won't even know what the fuck to do."

"Language and understandable."

He turned himself away from you, pretending to go back to sleep.

The last things he heard was a sigh and a small grumble about making breakfast. After that, you were gone and he was left alone with his thoughts.