Fire can be use for more than just heat.
This came from my annoyance at Red in the original post. I mean really? It took years for alien S/O to come clean to Sans in the classic uni; it would take much longer for them to come clean in Red’s horror of a uni! And then I had UF Grillby pop up and go “Fuck Sans, this little one is my Phoenix.” So here you go, Grilby gets to hold Sans’ tab over him and our little Alien S/O gets a better ending.
“Ambassador? Your six o'clock is here.” The human that stood at the door to your office looked nervous. Considering just who your six o'clock was, it was no surprise that she seemed stressed. Even if it was just the older of the two skeleton brothers, Sans could be very intimidating. More so after the two wars that had followed shortly after the monsters had gained their freedom. One against the humans that weakened both sides and the second against the combined Might of the intergalactic council.
The second didn’t last long. There was no way the council was going to allow all that negative magic off the planet. At least here the twisted magic could be contained and slowly de-tangled. After all, the corrupted magic that had been the time loops hadn’t just effected those under the mountain.
“Show them in then go get dinner for yourself. I might be awhile. I’ll call you when I’m done.” She nodded, hurrying from the room for a moment before escorting not one but two Skeleton’s into the office. Once done, she quickly turned around and nearly fled the room; closing the door behind her. You frowned, setting down the document you’d been reading. Of course the Edgelord himself would come with his brother.
“I must admit, I am rather surprised you both actually showed up.” Sans, half a step behind his brother, flinched. He was sweating, fat red droplets appearing on his skull. Good, you were still very sour over how the whole thing had ended. Breaking up with you had hurt but you got over it eventually.
It was the fact that he left you in Grillby’s bar after a very publicly ending it. He had wanted everyone to know he wasn’t connected to you anymore. Basically he had done the equivalent of tossing chum into the sea then shoving you in after the sharks showed up. And he knew it.
“Captain, I’m glad you came. Mother dropped off a few more details for next months state dinner.” You start to lean back for the folder your mother had dropped off hours ago when Papyrus stiffens and glares at you.
“YOU SAID YOU WISHED TO SPEAK WITH SANS!!!” His tone is sharp and he’s uneasy around you. Since the break up the two of you hadn’t spoken the way you had once. After the Barrier was brought down the tension between you two had just gotten worse.
“I actually don’t have anything to say to Sans. He, on the other hand, does.” You nodded to one of the couches in your office. Both skeletons looked at the couch carefully. You were perhaps a little to pleased when Sans paled and stood a little straighter. Grillby just sat there; a picture of poised elegance. He locked eyes with Sans unerringly, leaning forward a little when shorter skeleton started to look at you.
“You do not have the right to call my Phoenix that,” Grillby hissed out low and quiet. Papyrus took half a step forward and materialized a bone in warning. You cleared your throat before this could get any worse.
“I will remind you gentlemen that my office is a no contact zone.” You walk around the front of your desk, seeking out the folder you had originally spoken of. Papyrus shifted to watch you while still standing between the other two monsters. Grillby didn’t speak again and Sans seemed unwilling to try to speak to you again. Once you had the folder you returned to the front of your desk; ignoring the rather intense staring contest in favor of giving Papyrus the folder.
“Mother knows your preference for perfection Captain so she wanted to make sure you had this with time to spare.” You held out the folder while ignoring the very visibly sharp bone Papyrus was holding. He looked at you for a long moment before taking it, frowning at you. Sans and Grillby were still just staring at each other. While it was a tense situation it was no where near the weirdest that had happened in your office.
“You have a week to pay off your tab, Sans.” Sans twitched when Grillby spoke again. It was only due to years of being in the underground that kept him from full on jerking. He finally broke eye contact with the bartender to look at you. You just snorted at him, looking away.
“Did you really think I was going to pay for your meal after what you did? I was a little more focused on keeping all my would be rapists away.” Your words were sharp as you spoke and this time Sans did jerk. Papyrus aimed a glare at his brother and you didn’t eve feel an iota of remorse.
“right. a week…” You waved them both towards the door after that, suddenly just done with all this. The two left, Papyrus starting to rant at his brother once out of your office. You could hear him all the way to the elevator. Even after the door closed behind them.
Two very warm arms wrapped around you from behind after a moment. Grillby nuzzled into your neck, carefully turning up the heat to get you to relax a little. You sighed, leaning back against him for a quiet moment. He gave a pleased hum, holding you tighter.
“Are you going to stop mopping around my office now?” You ask him quietly, teasing.
“I do not mope.” Grillby nipped at your neck in reprimand, pulling you closer. He held you tightly. “I think you do need to pay for such a slander against my character.”
You snorted, turning a little to look at him. His eyes smoldered in a very familiar way. Well, you had already sent off your assistant for dinner. Might as well take a stolen moment for yourselves.
(Hums “Happy Birthday” to herself as she posts this)