#the dreemurrs laze in the sun all the time

[thatabitcryptic]

i'd like to think that the Dreemurrs are based of chimeras so we should start giving them lion (COUGH cat COUGH) and snake traits

First thing I thought of was asgore in the throne room basking in the sunlight coming through the barrier :o)

[yougainedlove]

Asgore x Reader

You’ve watched the man working in his yard through your living room blinds for nearly three months, and you don’t even know his name.

Well, maybe that’s a little unfair. Even though he seems like a very gentle person, you’re still not quite used to the presence of monsters yet. Or, at least, you weren’t until you started watching this one. Although he wears a pretty casual outfit (a pink button-up with yellow flowers on it and a pair of jeans), there’s something regal about him that you just can’t put your finger on. His hair and beard are blonde, not very long… always look soft, though. His eyes are blue, the kind of light, watery, baby blue that makes it look almost like he’s always about to cry. Judging from his quiet, reserved nature, you can’t help but guess that an observation like that isn’t completely inaccurate. Despite his normal-looking appearance – for a monster, anyway – there just seems to be a subtle elegance to everything he does. The way he carries himself is just so… refined.

You don’t even think he knows that you’re watching him. It looks like he mostly keeps to himself, and there have only been a few visitors in the time he’s been here. In fact, you’re pretty sure that he doesn’t really interact with any of his other neighbors.

That’s going to change today! … As soon as you find where you put your courage. What excuse can you give? He’s a fairly attractive man; you’ve been putting this off for the sole reason that you don’t want to screw it up if you get flustered by his good looks.

Today is the day, though. Without thinking too hard about it, without giving yourself a chance to chicken out, you open up your door and walk out onto your lawn.

He doesn’t notice you at first. He seems to be busy putting some new plants in the ground, right next to a patch of golden flowers. A faint tune is hummed out from his throat, in a low tone. You can’t tell if that’s the pitch of his voice, or if he’s just trying to be quiet out of respect for anyone who happens to be outside. You watch him for a moment, since his back is to you (is that a fluffy little tail waving along to his humming? Oh, great, now he’s a hundred times cuter), then you stroll down the path and pretend to check your mail. Nothing new, which isn’t exactly a surprise. You hum under your breath as you head back toward your house, your heart beating in your throat. How badly could you possibly mess this up? It’s not like as soon as he turns around you’re going to gasp breathlessly about how gorgeous he is.

Halfway back to your door, you slowly drift toward the short whitewashed fence that separates your yards. Your hands are shaking. This is probably one of the bravest things you’ve ever done – talking to someone you think is attractive and nice without getting completely worked up. “Ah – um – h-hey! Good m – morning!”

His humming stops abruptly, twisting the top half of his body back so he can look at you. Oh. Would you look at those eyes? Those are the sweetest eyes you’ve ever seen, full of compassion and kindness. When he sees you, a gentle smile accompanying an almost relieved look passes over his face. “Oh! Howdy!” You think maybe that’s the end of it and you failed to capture his attention, but a couple seconds later he goes to push himself up. As much as you want to get to know him better, you hope you didn’t interrupt him. He walks over to the fence, dusting his paws together in a clear attempt to brush some of the dirt off of them. The closer he gets, the more you realize that he is so much bigger than you in every sense of the word. He’s over a foot taller than you, with a stocky build that, fortunately, makes him look more rounded and approachable than intimidating. While his voice is every bit as deep and rich as you’d expect, he’s very soft-spoken. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

“Ah… I…” Boy, you didn’t think this through very well, did you? You’re struck speechless, on the spot, by his good looks, his pleasant demeanor, and the absolutely adorable way he speaks. You blink a few times, then clear your throat. “Ahem, um… y-yeah! It’s so sunny today… can – can you believe just yesterday it was pouring for almost two hours?” Well, at least that’s not a terrible start. Small talk is probably best for now so that you have less chance of tripping over your words.

He chuckles, giving a passing glance back toward his garden. “At least the rain is good for making things grow! I didn’t even have to water my flowers yesterday, thanks to the rain.”

Thankfully, his easygoing nature is keeping you pretty calm. “Oh! Speaking of… your garden is just lovely. You haven’t been here very long, and already your yard looks better than mine!”

The laugh he gives you next is different from that little one he gave about the rain. This laugh is big and booming, and it seems to fit him better. It just sounds so… happy. It’s like music, and you can’t help but laugh along as he answers. “Well, thank you! There’s nothing wrong with your yard, though! I just happen to be a bit of a… gardening enthusiast.”

“It shows how much you love it.” This is nice, right? It’s actually not as hard to relax around him as you thought it might be. Despite his imposing size and stature, he’s such a sweetheart. “I, um, I just kind of… wanted to, you know, come over and introduce myself. It just hit me earlier that, ah, well… we’ve been living next to each other for a few months, and I never actually came over to say hello! So, uh… hello!” Okay, you have to cringe at yourself for that. Regardless, you press on, reaching your hand over the fence for him to shake if he’d like. “My name’s (Y/N) (L/N)! It’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh – oh, golly, well, it’s nice to meet you, too! That’s so nice of you; no one else has really introduced themselves, either, so it’s not like you’re alone.” His paw grips around your fingers, giving your hand a hearty but careful shake. “My name is Asgore Dreemurr.”

A wide smile forms on your face, a direct result of the warm feeling that spreads through you when he shakes your hand. His fur is so much softer than you thought it would be… which was pretty soft to begin with, honestly. It feels great against your skin, and you do your best to return the gesture. “It’ll be nice to know at least one of my neighbors. Sorry to say, I’ve just been kind of nervous because, well… I haven’t quite been used to the whole, um, monster thing yet. B-But it’s nothing bad about any of you or anything! It’s just… you know, takes time to get used to.” You feel like saying that might have been more information than you should have divulged. After all, this is getting a bit personal with someone you just met, isn’t it? “So… it’ll just be really great to… actually get to know someone I live next to.”

Asgore nods politely, not seeming at all bothered by your anxiety regarding the situation. That’s a good sign; it’s almost like he understands why you were nervous, even with the terrible way you expressed your feelings. Gosh, could he get any better? “Oh, don’t worry. That’s better than some of the things I’ve seen! And, heh, I would like to thank you… I don’t really know anyone around here. It makes me feel a little more at ease to know that there’s one person who doesn’t mind me being here!”

“Oh, my God, of course not! I mean… you… you deserve to be here if this is where you want to live, you know?” The smile on your face only grows, although you can feel the heat rush to your face. Have people really been mean to him over just living here…? Like… over just existing and daring to be in the same general area as they are? “Some humans are just… you know.”

His head shakes, a smile of his own still there. “Believe me, it is not just humans who are… you know.”

Regardless of whether or not he’s just teasing you, a snort is your first reply to that. Well, well, well! Nobody warned you about his sense of humor. “Um… a-anyway, Mr. Dreemurr, it really was nice to meet you. But! You probably, uh, wanna get back to gardening, so I’m just gonna head back in, I guess…”

“O-Oh, no, wait–!” Even though he’s let your hand slip from his grasp, clearly his voice doesn’t agree with just letting you walk off. “I mean, well… actually, I… I was just about to take a short break. Too much sun is… bad for the skin, isn’t it?” If you weren’t a wishful thinker, you’d swear you saw the smallest hint of pink beneath the fur on his cheeks. Surely he couldn’t be blushing, could he? “… So, I – I suppose what I’m asking is… ah… would you like to come over and… have a cup of tea with me?”

While the request startles you a bit, you can’t say it’s unwelcome. Getting to know someone so handsome and charming over tea? It actually sounds like a great way to spend the afternoon. In any case, it certainly beats the hours of lazing around watching TV or reading that you had planned for today. Your smile falls for half a second due to your surprise, then comes back bigger than ever. “That sounds wonderful! Oh, oh – tell you what, I’ve got a couple leftover cupcakes from a party I made them for yesterday. How about I bring them over too? That way we can have tea and a little snack!”

That idea seems to absolutely delight him. In fact, your response seems to be a better one than he expected. “O-Oh, that would be lovely! I’ll head inside and put the kettle on… the door’s unlocked, so just come on in whenever you’re ready, alright?”

“Yeah, it’s a date!” The words tumble out before you can stop them, but you’re not sure that either of you care.