okay what if for UF!Grillby, their fem!so comes into the bar with a human guy while it's busy (so he can't come over right away since he's serving food/drinks) but he can see they're sitting at a booth and they look very happy together. she's laughing at a story he's telling and he gets so jealous he finally gets so mad and goes over and gets aggressive or something but it turns out the guy is her cousin she was best friends with when she was a little girl GOD GIMME the Grillby's reaction plz <3
UF!Grillby– Jumping to Conclusions.
He can’t stop staring, though his heated glare isn’t that noticeable thanks to the fog of his glasses.
As soon as you had walked through the door with that human male, smiling so casually and laughing at what was inevitably some stupid joke he must have made, Grillby had felt his flames begin to roil with pricks of jealousy. Unfortunately, his bar was packed, so he couldn’t waltz over there immediately to size up the possible competition for your affections/introduce himself as your significant other, so he was forced to work while his attention constantly wandered over to you. The lithe of your laughter caused him to hear an order wrong. The way you reached out and touched the male’s arm caused him to mix a drink incorrectly–though one sharp glance toward the unfortunate patron was all it took to silence the complaints entirely.
These mistakes were unprecedented. Being this distracted was effecting productivity, and that was entirely unacceptable.
You needed to learn this now, and so did the strange male keeping you company.
After setting down a tray with much more force than necessary–enough to cause all the regulars seated at the bar to jerk and shift backward, fearful of the flamesman’s ire, Grillby crossed the floor toward you with quick, confident strides. Both you and your companion turned toward him before he reached the side of the table, so it was safe to assume that his anger had physically heated his flames. In fact, most of the patrons were starting to feel that it was a bit stuffy in the bar now.
He stopped right beside you, his gaze shifting between you and the male. As he sized up the human, he scoffed, though the sound came out as a mere crackle of flame. You turn that same bright smile you were using on the human toward Grillby, and he bristles with jealousy. "Grillbz! Hey! I was wondering when you were going to have time to come over here,“ you greet, and your companion looks between you and the fire elemental with raised brows.
“Woah, you know the owner?”
“Well, yeah. Actually, he–”
Grillby cuts you off. “She’s… mine.” His voice is a low growl buried beneath the loud crack and pop of fire, and the white-hot line that splits his face as he speaks is sharp and jagged. He rests a fiery hand on your shoulder, staking his claim, and his fingers slide up the side of your neck. You can feel the heat in his touch, toeing the line between pleasant and uncomfortable. His flames never burn you, but their temperature does tend to increase depending on emotions. And right now, he’s both pissed and angry. “I’m her.. mate.”
You usually just referred to him as your fireman, which never failed to get a chuckle out of him. Mate wasn’t a term he tossed around often, and it had you giving him a strange stare.
Your companion is wearing an expression of both surprise and curiosity. "Seriously? This is the monster you’re dating? That’s pretty cool!“ He turns toward the purple flamesman and extends a hand, gives his name.
Grillby refuses to take the hand, but he does slam a palm down on the table instead, leaning in close toward the male’s face. “What… are you to her?” He questions, biting off the words. The crackling distortion has become louder.
"Uh.. I’m her cousin..?”
Grillby pauses, staring at the male’s confused expression before slowly straightening. He looks at you, and you can read the question simply from the tilt of his head. He’s not the most verbal of monsters, after all, so you’ve learned to pick up on his body language. "He’s family, Grillbz,“ you explain, recognizing his jealousy. He always has been on the possessive side of things.
Instantly, you feel the area around you begin to cool. Grillby’s fingers curl into the collar of your shirt, and he looks like he wants to say something.. but instead, his silence is only punctuated by a few crackles of flame. Their purple hue seems brighter now, perhaps a bit lighter around his features, and he suddenly lets his arm drop back to his side.
He doesn’t say anything more about the subject. Instead, he murmurs, ”…gotta get back to work…“ and turns on his heel to continue working as if nothing incredibly awkward had just transpired.
He still double-charges your cousin for his drinks.