#Gaster x Grillby

[mint-chocolate-rooibos]

cooking

[tatilove12]

"D A N C E"

AND IM DONE, FINALLY

I really wanted to have this ready before the last chapter was posted, but oh well, it's not like my plans usually happen how I want them to.

Castle of Oblivion (by our dear @jekkiefan) is truly something amazing, and half the reason I actually started writing for these two, so of course I had to thank her for her amazing work somehow.

[pigpo100]

HELP I TAGGED THE WRONG PERSON LAST TIME AND DELETED FHE POST OUT OF EMBARRASSMENT 😭😭😭 (I don’t think they’re on tumblr much so it’s probably fine fnajjxjjsjdjskjs)

Anyways there are inspired off of @hheisa ‘s drawings 🥲

I will now going to run into a brick wall at very high speeds

[hheisa]

Take Gaster x Grillby content

Void creature x silent guy content

(I'm still figuring out how to draw gaster)

[countthelions]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: W. D. Gaster/Grillby Characters: W. D. Gaster, Grillby (Undertale), Fuku Fire (Undertale), Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale) Additional Tags: Human AU, Divorced Grillster, Parent Trap AU, got a few pieces of symbolism floating around can you find them all?, dialogue is meant to be a bit flowy like you're not sure who is saying it, a sketchy sort of piece of writing - soft but a bit brittle - as I climb over my writing slump, No Name Changes, we're just having some fun, don't think too hard about it all Summary:

Parent trap au, Fuku and Sans are with Grillby while Papyrus is with Gaster. The twins Papyrus and Sans meet each other at a summer camp and once they get over the shock of being a twin, devise a plan to get their parents back together because their dads are clearly unhappy. They meet up with Fuku and with her help as a teenager with ~knowledge~ on who their parents were when they were together, the twins swap families and the parent trapping begins.

[neoghoulxo]

Grillby: Gaster! My face is on fire!

Gaster: Grillby! Are you ok?!

Grillby: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly.

Gaster: But your face is on fire.

Grillby: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.

[adorablemew]

Rock it on!

First art attack of 2021! this character belongs to story--story on Art Fight!

[strawberrylind]

back 2 my roots 😔✌️

[swapfellsanssnake]

Hey this amino needs some active people trust me no messages on there so lonely plz join!!

http://aminoapps.com/c/mafiatale

This is me!! mafia Grillby (fem) plz come and rp with me I do 18+ or not rp and fav ship grillby x gaster both mafia

http://aminoapps.com/p/ne69cg

[carnation-damnation]

the discord server has already seen these (and made fun of grillby >:() but

hee hee hoo hoo, boys

[metamatronic]

HEADCANON ACCEPTED OH MY GOD

“he already calls me lesser dad so it’s basically official”

“gaster, this is the kind of thing you consult me on first”

[tatilove12]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: W. D. Gaster/Grillby Characters: W. D. Gaster, Grillby (Undertale), Grillby Regular(s) (Undertale), Muffet (Undertale) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Coffee Shops, Good W. D. Gaster, Scientist W. D. Gaster, Parent W. D. Gaster, Selectively Mute Grillby (Undertale), Good Friend Grillby (Undertale), Demiromantic Grillby, it's not shown much but he is, and also a hopeless romantic, Grillby-centric, Muffet is a good friend, but probably OOC, I did my best, baking as a love language, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff Series: Part 2 of Dark coffee and Bright stars Summary:

Gaster had became a constant in his life faster than many of his oldest regulars. The scientist will come every morning around 7:30, order a black coffee and leave, no additions and definitely no small talk, always in some kind of auto-imposed rush. it was nice to be able to say hi, but nothing else was allowed, and even there were days where he was actually lucky to receive a response to his greeting. However, around 9:30 in the evening he would show up again, less frenetic and looking more close to be a zombie than a monster made of magic, take a seat in the counter and order the same things, a cupcake and black coffee. And they will talk until no one remained inside but them, and then a little more. . . . . In which Grillby is scared to ask Gaster out

[toffie-tux]

Confound

Confound

con·foundkənˈfound/

verb

1.cause surprise or confusion in (someone), especially by acting against their expectations.

(A Gaster/Grillby centric ficlet. As always, if you have any suggestions or critique, let me know! Drabble under ‘read more’. Warning for NSFW allusions, I suppose?)

                                                            Confounding.

His presence was one that simultaneously invoked total frustration and interest. There was no sign of the other having a mental deficiency that would cause his near silence. When needled into one of his brief responses, he displayed no verbal inconsistencies; or rather, if he did, he did not speak enough for them to be evident. His quiet nature was one of choice.

                              And, what a distasteful choice that was.

One of many actually. It was certainly one of the worst, perhaps second only to the act of abandoning his admirable position in the King’s Army. Had he not witnessed the shocking depth of the elemental’s gift in magic, he wouldn’t have believed the simple, old, plain bartender was capable of anything past shaking a cocktail tin. The diligence behind every motion, the cutting ribbons of fire, the remarkable control over something so oft considered as ‘wild’ was astounding. The few papers regarding a 'Mr. Grillby’ and his former rank did not give proper weight to his underlying abilities. Oh, it definitely hinted somewhat, but otherwise, the talent was hidden, buried underneath layer upon layer of stubborn muteness and impassive features.

Little seemed to impact the other. This he could not decide if it was intentional or not. Internal ire suggested the former. When not in direct contact with the elemental, he’d noted the creature crack a wry grin in response to an associate’s simple joke. Not only was the man capable of smiling, he simply didn’t around Doctor Gaster. It was a gesture to spite him, surely. No monster could be that incapable of emoting. Select few stimuli could strike a blatant shift in demeanor. Pain, particularly in the form of water, and…Certain touches did the task.

Really, to risk his career over such an irritating participant was laughable. Had he been told he’d permit an “arrangement” to form between he and the overgrown matchstick a few months prior, he would have offered a few tests to tell exactly what sort of neurological damage the soul was so obviously plagued with.

Ivory fingertips reached out then. The dancing roll of flames that made the individual’s form never wavered. What he lacked in forthright character, Grillby made up for in other aspects. To watch the spectacle of reds and faded yellows and fierce oranges burn was a private favorite of his. The heat was pleasant too, a delightful contrast to the cutting cold of Snowdin. Strange how something that looked so unrestrained managed to be so very mild in this moment. Bony digits trailed down the other’s chest, touch light as the monster slept on. Breaths were slow, measured. How this soul could fall asleep so quickly after was almost unnerving. Understandable, yes. Unnerving still. Though his position as a local server was a disappointment to the crown itself, at least it had the single benefit of letting Grillby maintain his physique. It wasn’t quite impressive as his combative spellcasting, but the precision behind his flair bartending was praiseworthy.

The regulars over in Hotland would agree to such a sentiment.

Fingers idly press into the firm flesh of fire, the pressure remaining soft. Yet another wonder; how did he exist? How was he touchable? What exact components assembled the monster’s core to where he could have a solid body but the light tangibility of hair come the flames crowning his head? The oddity of all was near maddening. Questions were never an issue. To question something was the very basis to learning.  

Having no answers, or worse, be granted answers with little, useless information was what drove one inevitably insane.

Titian skin was further explored. Lines of definition were drawn with tired fervor. Shades may have varied in vivacity, indicating the folds and shifts of his form, but there were no clear edges. Why would there be? Grillby consisted of fire, not compact components. There was nothing distinct about the man anywhere. The only possible, clear feature was his mouth, when the elemental would actually open it, and his eyes. The latter of which was a far better gauge of his emotions. The slant of a gaze was a sign of discomfort, or in select few cases, lust. A squint was an obvious show of agitation. On rare occasions, he’d managed to elicit such a terse glance. If neither cast down or thin with distaste, his eyes remained wide, unmoved.

Now THAT was a look he held too often.

Regardless of the material mentioned, he handled it with aggravating stoicism. Honestly, he’d presume brain damage if it wasn’t for, well, the lack of a brain. Curious caresses trailed upward. Knuckles brushed along the curve of his throat. Again. The warmth radiating from the fellow was just that: warmth. It did not burn to touch him in the slightest.

Questions, questions—

“...................you’re poking me.”

Gaster’s hand jerked back, eyesockets widening as his gaze fell on the monster’s features. His eyes, a sharp white that contrasted the ginger of his face, were open. With the lack of glasses, his ogling was made even more blatant. A touch of confusion colors his expression, the dregs of sleep since disappearing in lieu of quiet alertness. There’s no tension. Not even in the slightest. How his touch, as lax as it was, awoke the other so quick was beyond him. Considering how heavy the torch seemed to sleep, he would have thought it’d taken borderline strangulation to rouse him; truly, how many evenings had been spent trying to regain lost covers from the elemental? Simple.

                                  Too many.

A deep breath rattled through the skeleton’s teeth. The lights of his own eyes rolled as he replied, tone hushed.

“I was not poking you. Go back to sleep.”

“ You’ve...got cold hands.”

“Funny. I didn’t hear any complaints earlier. Moving past the obvious question as to how you can even register such a sensation, I dare say I might have to save future testing for this late hour. After all, a reply that’s more than three words? You’re rather chatty tonight, Grillby.”

Though it is different in sound, the sigh that leaves Grillby is unmistakable. He does not respond any further. At least, not in any verbal sense. Instead, he shifts to his side, fixing Gaster with a look all the while, and brings a hand up to the other’s. Heated fingertips entwine with ones of bone. Clasped hands are brought to rest on the covers between the two. There’s an odd feeling of intimacy right then. The physicality of it felt close, personal. Pointed silence aside, there’s no other indication of the elemental being displeased. Perhaps there was a vague notion of the monster being annoying, what with the nonexistent response, but there was no genuine annoyance in his own stare. Settling down, the Royal Scientist permitted the hold, letting idle inquiries fester as the other dozed off once more.

…..Confounding. Grillby was absolutely, positively, and alluringly confounding.

[silverstory11]

Gaster: I say Mr. Bartender, why would you risk making these custom drinks for me when you are unable to come into contact with water? Are you not afraid of hurting yourself?

Grillby: …I like the expression you make whenever you drink the beverages I serve you, Professor Gaster. When you smile, I’ll know that they are to your liking. And…  Some people are worth the risk.

Gotta love some gentlemen-ly romance eyy? I’m still working on the amv, just finished a couple frames. Wanted to doodle something other than chara, asriel and flowey for a while haha. Be good and good day.

[iron-hide-fanfics]

Baby, don't hurt leave me. (Classic Grillster)

It was a cold day in Snowdin. Grillby was just locking up shop. The elemental trudged his way towards his home just outside of town, melting the snow around him. It had been a rough day for him. Several members of the royal guard (The dog ones mostly) had gotten drunk and started yet another fight, resulting in his bar nearly being destroyed once again. Naturally, seeing as he couldn't talk, Grillby couldn't say anything in the matter. He simply waited for everyone to leave before closing early so he could clean. Grillby knew that the fighting wasn't intentional and that the royal guard would appoligize the next day and pay for the damage, of course. But, deep in his soul, Grillby knew they didn't really mean it. It was only a matter of days before they ordered booze and beer again.

As the elemental walked into his home, he noticed a familiar lab coat hanging on a hanger besides the door and a slight humming sound from the kitchen. His soul beat hard against his chest. It had been weeks, months even, since that coat had found it's way there. Not even bothering to take of his boots and coat, Grillby ran to the kitchen, almost not daring to hope. Sure enough, a tall skeleton stood with his back to the kitchen doorway, stiring something in a pot over the stove.

The humming paused and the skeleton turne around. Grillby's soul froze. The skeletons right eye was bandaged while the left had a large crack underneath it. They stared at each other for a moment before the skeleton smiled. "Well, it seems like my blue attack has gotten ahold of you? Or are you just that surprised to see me." he asked.

Grillby ran to the skeleton and hugged him tightly.

The skeleton chuckled. "Come now, Grillby. I wasn't gone for that long. You said you'd be fine without me for a couple months while I worked on the core."

Grillby pulled away. 'You never wrote. You never called. Everyone said you were busy and needed to be left alone.' he signed. 'I was starting to wonder if you were ever coming back. Then I heard about an accident and that core project was pose poined until everyone was healed. I heard that souls were dusted. Gaster, I didn't know if you were ok. If you were hurt. Or if you were one of the dusted. ' Molted tears started flowing from Grillby's eyes.

The skeleton froze in shock. He took of his mits, revealing that his hands were also bandaged, and placed his hands on the crying fire elements cheeks. "Grillby, you know I would never dust on you. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you I was alright sooner." he said. Gaster then used his magic to lift Grillby's glasses off his face and placed them on the counter before wiping away Grillby's tears. "Come now, there's no need to cry. I'm fine."

Grillby shook his head. 'But you are injured.' he replied, pointing to Gasters injuries.

"A minor set back. The King has rather greatly insisted that I stay home these next few weeks. I tried to tell him that I would just need a few days of thorough rest, but you know how soft yet stubborn he is." the skeleton mumbled.

'I am glad he is.' Grillby signed, 'Baby, don't leave me.'

Gaster smiled, weakly but trully, at the love of his life. "I don't plan on leaving until you tire of me. Maybe even after."

'I love you.'

"I love you too."

[tsunderester]

(I love drawing Gaster and Grillby’s baby.) - Mun Devil