Hey, can I get a Green from Deltarune/reader oneshot? The reader is a lightner monster that works a dead-end corporate job for the town's taxes or something. Where they found out Asgore is about to lose his shop over not paying his bills, and I went to go slip him some cash so he could get his shit together. But after they rushed inside, they get sucked in by the dark fountain and sent to the dark world of the Flower Kingdom. Then they immediately get swept up by Flowery and made into a servant, which they actually enjoy more than their old job. While chasing around Aqua and Orange, the reader meets Green and ends up delivering food for them. And they end up in love. :3
The job at town hall had never been what you dreamed of. It was stable, which everyone around you insisted was important, but stability didn’t make the endless stacks of paperwork feel any lighter. Every day brought another set of forms to complete, another angry resident at the front desk, and another pile of rent notices and overdue bills that needed to be delivered. You had become good at pretending that everything was fine, smiling politely while your brain screamed from the noise, the expectations, and the constant pressure to act as if everything here weren't a nightmare.
You've spent years learning how to make yourself smaller, quieter, and easier to understand. You learned when to laugh, when to make eye contact, and when to ignore the discomfort of scratchy clothes or overwhelming sounds. Everyone thought you were incredibly composed, but they never saw how much effort it took just to get through a normal day.
The one place that always made things easier was the Flower-King. It was a small shop you passed through constantly. You'd become a regular window shopper there. You never really had the money to buy anything nice, but there was something comforting about the place. The flowers, the quirky decorations, and the warmth of the store, along with the owner himself, were always inviting, despite how often you wasted his time without ever buying anything. When you did make a purchase, it was usually his cheapest flowers.
But for once you were grateful to be the unfortunate monster responsible for delivering all the unpleasant paperwork. Because right now you were the only person with access to Asgore’s pile of payment notices. You hated looking at them because every time you saw the state of the shop, you could tell he was struggling. He was trying his best, but trying your best didn’t stop overdue bills from piling up. So when you found out that Asgore was about to lose his shop because he had fallen behind on payments, you couldn’t just sit there and watch.
Maybe it was irresponsible. Maybe you should have just gone with your first thought and burned every paper in that room to ash. Maybe you should have waited and asked Mayor Carol to handle it, you were pretty sure she was friends with Asgore. But you knew what it felt like to be drowning while everyone expected you to simply keep functioning. So, you gathered some of your savings, rushed over to the Flower-King, and decided you would purchase a few plants you knew would inevitably wilt just like you and quietly slip him enough money to get some breathing room in the process. You weren’t expecting anything in return, you just wanted this place to have a chance.
Unfortunately, the universe had a habit of turning every simple plan you make into a disaster, and this time was no different. The moment you stepped into the shop, pausing to greet Asgore’s kid, who was busy playing with the trash cans again, before slipping inside, something felt wrong. The familiar warmth of the Flower King vanished beneath something darker and darker. Before you could even process what was happening, darkness engulfed everything around you. The next thing you knew, you were falling.
When you woke up, the building you knew was gone. The dull peeling wallpaper was replaced with towering cliffs, impossible architecture, and a castle that looked like something straight out of a dream. You barely had time to panic before a man, Flowery, you learned, had found you and immediately decided that you belonged there.
Somehow, you became a butler for the Flower Kingdom. At first, you assumed it was temporary. You thought you would find a way back to your dull desk at town hall, and pretend none of this had happened. Then you experienced actually working in the castle, and for the first time in years, you were given tasks that actually matched your strengths. organizing things, remembering schedules, helping people, and keeping track of details that others overlooked.
Nobody looked at you strangely when you wanted routines, and no one complained when you fixated on tiny issues that weren't even problems. It was actually appreciated by everyone. However, you were still clumsy. You tripped over carpets, dropped trays, and walked into doors that had been in the same place for months. Despite becoming responsible for keeping the castle running smoothly, you were also the person third most likely to create the messes themselves. Flowery found this incredibly endearing. So did Aqua, though she expressed it by constantly dragging you into their chaos.
Chasing after those two little troublemakers became a regular part of your duties. You would be carrying anything through the halls, desperately trying not to drop anything, only for Aqua to appear out of nowhere and turn the entire castle into a game of "terrorize the butler." Somehow, every chase ended with you discovering another part of this darkworld you had never seen before. That's how you met Green. They were in a spot quietly away from everyone else, calm and patient while the rest of the bouquet seemed to run on pure chaos.
They noticed you struggling to grab plates. Flowery, wanting them for his “hangout” with the king who you've still yet to even see, immediately moved to help you before you could drop everything. Green communicated through sign language, their movements gentle and expressive. They were quiet, but not distant. There was a kindness in the way they paid attention, waiting for you to finish processing instead of rushing you. They never made you feel strange for needing a moment.
You started finding excuses to deliver food to them. At first, you told yourself it was because they appreciated it. Then you realized you were memorizing their favorite meals, adjusting your schedule so you could stop by, and becoming embarrassingly happy whenever you saw them. Green noticed, of course, they weren't blind. And the Floridians had a reputation for being loud gossips.
You were the type of person who would panic over a tiny mistake. You cried during emotional movies because you felt everything too strongly, and Green was the person who quietly handed you tissues while looking completely unsurprised. They were also much bigger than most people realized. Green spent so much time hunched over the counter meal prepping that when they finally stood at their full height, you were reminded that your partner was actually incredibly imposing.
The first time they casually lifted you to move you out of the way of something dangerous, you stared at them in complete amazement. You definitely did not complain when they used that strength to hold you against the wall.
Orange was not nearly as impressed. When they realized you and Green were becoming close, they immediately challenged you in the most dramatic way possible, questioning whether you were tough enough to date someone like Green, despite everyone knowing you were one of the kindest people in the dark worlds. Blue, meanwhile, became your biggest wingman, primarily because he was trying to make Green forget about the money he owed them, which somehow transformed into Blue giving you endless relationship advice you never asked for. Unfortunately, Yellow’s flirting advice was not nearly as useful.
You tried. You really did. You approached Green with confidence, prepared compliments, and attempted to be charming. Instead, you ended up looking like the world’s most nervous disaster. Green listened politely, then signed that you were a very smooth talker while clearly trying not to laugh.
Eventually, you tried poetry during a picnic, thinking it would be romantic. You sat together in a peaceful meadow, surrounded by flowers, and nervously read the poem you had written. Green listened attentively, their expression softening more and more as you continued. You could see a slight blush forming, and you thought maybe you had finally succeeded. Then Green gently tapped your shoulder and held up a sign reminding you that the food was getting cold. You immediately buried your face in embarrassment.
Green loved you anyway. They loved how you cared too much, how you became fascinated by tiny details that everyone else ignored. They loved that, underneath all the years of masking and pretending, there was someone wonderfully genuine who just wanted people to be okay.
One evening, after everything had settled down, Green approached you and carefully signed that they would trouble you. Being troubled by them was the easiest thing in the world. You would have have courted them with far more grace if you had known how, but unfortunately, you were apparently doomed to be a clumsy mess who fell in love while carrying a dinner tray. Green smiled.
Later, when you were curled up together beneath the seven suns, you admitted that you were scared. For the first time in years you were not a tired dead end worker pretending to be okay, you were a beloved butler, a cherished friend, and the short, unassuming partner of the calmest, kindest person you had ever met. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You were scared because, for the first time in a long time, you were happy. You did not want this dream to end.
