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On the most splendid of Valentine's Day, queen Toriel Dreemurr's mind is filled with wonderings of what wonderful display of romance her husband will display. But when Asgore shows that he doesn't even remember that it even IS Valentine's Day, how will Toriel even begin to cope with the disappointment?
Undertale and all related materials are © Toby Fox.
Word Count: 1979
Will you be my Valenmurr?
“Oh my, I love them!”
“Oh Icedrake, it’s beautiful!”
“When we’re older Dogaressa, I’m going to marry you, wan wan!”
“<I can't wait for Miss Arial to see this.>"
Love was in the air in the Underground, and all of the monsters were showing their appreciation for their special someone on the most sainted Valentine’s Day. Everywhere you looked there were cute couples, as all the single people were at home and miserable. Sad but true. And amidst all those couples was Queen Toriel Dreemurr, out for a little shopping before going back to the castle to see her sweet Gorey. Her mind was positively aflame with what the big lug could be planning for their Valentine’s. Perhaps a luncheon in the garden using the snails they had acquired, or maybe a walk through the waterfall? Or maybe, and this was a big maybe, he might trim a few of his prized flowers for a bouquet? Oh, the possibilities were endless as she returned to New Home, where a casually dressed Asgore was reading a book in the living room. “Oh, welcome home Tori” the mountain king smiled warmly.
Toriel giggled girlishly, a faint blush on her face. It always made her burn up whenever he was always so polite and lovey-dovey, which didn’t help that he was also quite a hunk. A mane of golden hair rested around his shoulders, contrasting his snow white fur. A fine goatee hung from his chin that neither of them had the heart to shave. Oh, how many times would she just twizzle it around on her finger, even when he told her to stop it. She just couldn’t help herself, tee hee. Nor could she help sometimes being a little grabby with his strong pectoral muscles that he would always hide behind his pink shirt or royal armour. “Hello to you too my sweet Gorey” Tori smiled warmly, leaving the bucket of snails on the coffee table as she sauntered over to her husband. “Whatcha reading?” she inquired playfully, her hands resting on Asgore’s shoulders.
“Oh, it’s an old book Gerson very kindly lent. It’s all about the monster and human wars of old, very insightful” Asgore explained with a smile.
Toriel grimaced. As insightful as such a time was, it was also a very unpleasant and painful time for monsterkind. “I see, and, have you been reading that all day?” she inquired stiffly.
Asgore looked nonplussed for a brief moment. “Well, golly, I think I must’ve. But you know how it is my sweet Tori, when you really get your nose into a good book” Asgore chuckled, dog-earing his current page and closing the ancient text.
The queen’s arms left him as he got up, his athletic form on par with his petit wife. Dressed as per usual in her purple robes, the youthful Toriel’s eyes seemed a mite dull compared to the usual lustre contained within them. “That is true” Toriel remarked stiffly.
No, he… he couldn’t have forgotten, could he? They’ve always celebrated Valentine’s, he COULD NOT have forgotten it. “Is something wrong Tori? You’re not looking too good” Asgore asked her considerately.
“Asgore… do you know what day it is?” Toriel inquired grimly.
Asgore rubbed his chin, his fingers lightly grooming his proud little goatee. “Hmm, oh, ah, yes, I know what day it is” he realized. Toriel heaved a sigh of relief, thank heavens that he hadn’t forgotten. “It’s the day when you get more snails from the Blook Family farm” Asgore declared gleefully, his finger pointing childishly at the bucket of snails the queen had left on the coffee table.
Toriel’s eye twitched violently, her face wrenched into the most forced smile she could muster. He had COMPLETELY forgotten about Valentine’s Day, and had spent his time reading a book instead. “Yes, absolutely right Gorey. It’s the day I get snails from the Blook farm” she uttered, her tone oozing with sarcasm.
“It’s a mighty fine day too,” Asgore said, his thick pink tongue licking his lips, “as I do so very much adore your snail pie.”
“Yeah, I do too” Toriel uttered bitterly. Her shoulders sagged bitterly, all good vibes annihilated in an instant. Well, she shouldn’t be too upset; after all, her husband is a king, and they tend to have a lot on their minds. Of course, it was a little bit painful that her husband didn’t have her on his mind enough to remember their favourite day, but, what could she do? “So, yeah, we’ll be having snail pie for dinner tonight” she said despondently.
“Wonderful my sweet Tori” Asgore declared with joyful obliviousness. “I will very much look forward to it” he added with another giddy lick of his lips.
“I’ll make it extra tasty, just for you” Toriel said with a forced smile.
Honestly, Toriel thought Asgore was pulling her leg, and that he was going to spring a surprise on her, but no. He had gone through the usual motions of conducting royal business, watering his prized flowers, reading some more, as well as their usual interactions. But at no point had he at all had he done anything truly romantic… well, romantic beyond the norm of their lovey-dovey googoo ways in any case. It was well past dusk, and still nothing but her alone in the kitchen, making a snail pie. Asgore had a sudden emergency he had to attend to, which was why the pie was cooked a little later than usual. It was cooling down as Asgore came in, his attire obscured by his royal mantle. “Toriel!” he called breathlessly.
“Is there something wrong Asgore?” Toriel questioned in a concerned voice.
“I’ve received word that something unusual has appeared in the ruins. Normally I would go alone, but I need two pairs of hands for this. Please, won’t you come with me?” Asgore asked urgently.
This was definitely serious, if his tone and actions were any indication. “Alright, I’ll put the pie in the fridge and join you” she said.
“No, no, I suspect we will be there a while, so, bring the pie with you” Asgore commanded.
A strange request, but it’s not as if they haven’t pulled an all-nighter before. “Alright Asgore” Toriel nodded, now looking for a hamper to store the pie in. Once she had found it, and the pie and some plates had been stored away, she was rushed off and on her feet by a haggard Asgore.
It was early evening in the monster city, and many restaurants were filled with couples happily enjoying their Valentine’s. It honestly made Toriel feel a little jealous that they got to spend time with their beloved in a romantic setting, rather than doing excavation in the ruins of all places. “So, what exactly is it we’re looking for, Asgore?” Toriel questioned as they entered the elevator in the Core.
“Can’t say, don’t know” Asgore replied curtly. His expression was, odd, to say the least. He seemed really concerned about something, but at the same time, very excited. This was all very odd, but then, Asgore could be quite odd at times.
They talked little for the rest of the journey, heck, Asgore had even given Snowdin the metaphorical cold-shoulder as the two boss monsters breezed past the settlement. And they soon quite quickly had breezed through the area before Snowdin, and swiftly made their way through the ruins, only giving polite greetings to the monsters who made the ruins their home. Their journey didn’t end until they finally made it to their destination: The hollow of Mt Ebott. There was barely any light in the area, and yet for some reason Asgore refused to use fire magic to light the way. “Asgore, why aren’t you using fire magic to light the area?” Toriel questioned suspiciously.
The king didn’t answer her as he silently walked to the middle of the small cave. Staring upwards, he seemed to be waiting on something patiently. Toriel, on the other hand, was now out of patience. “Asgore, what the hell is going on here? I mean really now! You’ve been ignoring me all day, only talking to me when you want something, or if I talk to you first. It doesn’t help that it’s Valentine’s Day of all days for you to be acting like this, especially when you’ve dragged me to this cave and… and….”
The queen’s angry tirade was cut short as light slowly filled the room. It was a beautiful, silvery light that carried a gentle softness to it. Slowly but surely it filled the cavern, illuminating it, and its “occupants”. Toriel gasped loudly, her hands to her mouth as she could finally make out a spider orchestra. The countless arachnids had all been waiting patiently in the dark with their instruments, but for whom? “Gorey, what is…? Oh, Gorey!”
Finally shifting his mantle apart, the proud king was wearing a fine black suit, emblazoned with the Delta Symbol on his right breast. He was grinning from ear to ear as the spiders began to play a gentle tune.
The Music of Romance
“Tori, you didn’t think I’d forget Valentine’s Day, did you?” Asgore chuckled as he held his hand out to his wife.
“Asgore…” Toriel uttered weakly, tears forming in her eyes. Her legs compulsively moved her forward on their own, until she was face-to-face with her beloved. Tears of pure joy were running down her face as she shakily took her husband’s hand. “How did you even…?” she gasped, barely able to find the words to express her joy.
Placing his hand to Toriel’s waist, Asgore blushed crimson as the two began a slow waltz as the orchestra continued to play. “Gaster helped me a lot, atually” Asgore admitted sheepishly. “I wanted to do something truly special for today, but after so many Valentine’s Days of the past, I was running out of ideas. He told me that tonight, at this specific time, a full moon would be high in the sky, at the perfect angle for its light to shine through the crevice above into this very cave” he explained, spinning Toriel on the spot.
Gracefully she turned, the two moving as one as they danced in the moonlight. Toriel clung to Asgore so tightly, afraid that if she were to let go, she would float away, and the moment would end. “Asgore…” she whispered happily, tears staining the king’s cape as they danced slowly. “You waited all day just to pull this off, even though you knew I would expecting something earlier in the day?” Toriel uttered, before realizing what she had just said. Oh, oh dear. Asgore wasn’t the one ruining Valentine’s Day, she was. She had spent so much time expecting something from him that she didn’t try to put any effort in herself. “Oh… Asgore, I’m so sorry” Toriel bitterly apologized.
Asgore chuckled as his powerful arms wrapped around his queen. “You have nothing to apologize for. After all, every year I make some grand gesture, so I’m not surprised that you’ve been made to expect something every year” Asgore whispered softly into her ear. “I love you Toriel… Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”
This, here now, was truly the greatest moment ever. Toriel’s heart beat loudly in her chest as her senses were overwhelmed by love. “I love you too, my sweet, wonderful Gorey” Toriel whispered back.
And so the two danced, the shimmering moonlight the backdrop of their love as the orchestra played long into the night, until the last bead of moonlight faded away, and all was darkness again. But… there was no darkness to be found in their hearts, as even without the moonlight to embrace them, the king and queen continued to dance long into the night, the two locked in their eternal embrace. Happy Valentine’s Day.
.:Rated general:.Undertale and all related materials are © Toby Fox.
Word Count: 1979
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.Will you be my Valenmurr?
“Oh my, I love them!”
“Oh Icedrake, it’s beautiful!”
“When we’re older Dogaressa, I’m going to marry you, wan wan!”
“<I can't wait for Miss Arial to see this.>"
Love was in the air in the Underground, and all of the monsters were showing their appreciation for their special someone on the most sainted Valentine’s Day. Everywhere you looked there were cute couples, as all the single people were at home and miserable. Sad but true. And amidst all those couples was Queen Toriel Dreemurr, out for a little shopping before going back to the castle to see her sweet Gorey. Her mind was positively aflame with what the big lug could be planning for their Valentine’s. Perhaps a luncheon in the garden using the snails they had acquired, or maybe a walk through the waterfall? Or maybe, and this was a big maybe, he might trim a few of his prized flowers for a bouquet? Oh, the possibilities were endless as she returned to New Home, where a casually dressed Asgore was reading a book in the living room. “Oh, welcome home Tori” the mountain king smiled warmly.
Toriel giggled girlishly, a faint blush on her face. It always made her burn up whenever he was always so polite and lovey-dovey, which didn’t help that he was also quite a hunk. A mane of golden hair rested around his shoulders, contrasting his snow white fur. A fine goatee hung from his chin that neither of them had the heart to shave. Oh, how many times would she just twizzle it around on her finger, even when he told her to stop it. She just couldn’t help herself, tee hee. Nor could she help sometimes being a little grabby with his strong pectoral muscles that he would always hide behind his pink shirt or royal armour. “Hello to you too my sweet Gorey” Tori smiled warmly, leaving the bucket of snails on the coffee table as she sauntered over to her husband. “Whatcha reading?” she inquired playfully, her hands resting on Asgore’s shoulders.
“Oh, it’s an old book Gerson very kindly lent. It’s all about the monster and human wars of old, very insightful” Asgore explained with a smile.
Toriel grimaced. As insightful as such a time was, it was also a very unpleasant and painful time for monsterkind. “I see, and, have you been reading that all day?” she inquired stiffly.
Asgore looked nonplussed for a brief moment. “Well, golly, I think I must’ve. But you know how it is my sweet Tori, when you really get your nose into a good book” Asgore chuckled, dog-earing his current page and closing the ancient text.
The queen’s arms left him as he got up, his athletic form on par with his petit wife. Dressed as per usual in her purple robes, the youthful Toriel’s eyes seemed a mite dull compared to the usual lustre contained within them. “That is true” Toriel remarked stiffly.
No, he… he couldn’t have forgotten, could he? They’ve always celebrated Valentine’s, he COULD NOT have forgotten it. “Is something wrong Tori? You’re not looking too good” Asgore asked her considerately.
“Asgore… do you know what day it is?” Toriel inquired grimly.
Asgore rubbed his chin, his fingers lightly grooming his proud little goatee. “Hmm, oh, ah, yes, I know what day it is” he realized. Toriel heaved a sigh of relief, thank heavens that he hadn’t forgotten. “It’s the day when you get more snails from the Blook Family farm” Asgore declared gleefully, his finger pointing childishly at the bucket of snails the queen had left on the coffee table.
Toriel’s eye twitched violently, her face wrenched into the most forced smile she could muster. He had COMPLETELY forgotten about Valentine’s Day, and had spent his time reading a book instead. “Yes, absolutely right Gorey. It’s the day I get snails from the Blook farm” she uttered, her tone oozing with sarcasm.
“It’s a mighty fine day too,” Asgore said, his thick pink tongue licking his lips, “as I do so very much adore your snail pie.”
“Yeah, I do too” Toriel uttered bitterly. Her shoulders sagged bitterly, all good vibes annihilated in an instant. Well, she shouldn’t be too upset; after all, her husband is a king, and they tend to have a lot on their minds. Of course, it was a little bit painful that her husband didn’t have her on his mind enough to remember their favourite day, but, what could she do? “So, yeah, we’ll be having snail pie for dinner tonight” she said despondently.
“Wonderful my sweet Tori” Asgore declared with joyful obliviousness. “I will very much look forward to it” he added with another giddy lick of his lips.
“I’ll make it extra tasty, just for you” Toriel said with a forced smile.
Honestly, Toriel thought Asgore was pulling her leg, and that he was going to spring a surprise on her, but no. He had gone through the usual motions of conducting royal business, watering his prized flowers, reading some more, as well as their usual interactions. But at no point had he at all had he done anything truly romantic… well, romantic beyond the norm of their lovey-dovey googoo ways in any case. It was well past dusk, and still nothing but her alone in the kitchen, making a snail pie. Asgore had a sudden emergency he had to attend to, which was why the pie was cooked a little later than usual. It was cooling down as Asgore came in, his attire obscured by his royal mantle. “Toriel!” he called breathlessly.
“Is there something wrong Asgore?” Toriel questioned in a concerned voice.
“I’ve received word that something unusual has appeared in the ruins. Normally I would go alone, but I need two pairs of hands for this. Please, won’t you come with me?” Asgore asked urgently.
This was definitely serious, if his tone and actions were any indication. “Alright, I’ll put the pie in the fridge and join you” she said.
“No, no, I suspect we will be there a while, so, bring the pie with you” Asgore commanded.
A strange request, but it’s not as if they haven’t pulled an all-nighter before. “Alright Asgore” Toriel nodded, now looking for a hamper to store the pie in. Once she had found it, and the pie and some plates had been stored away, she was rushed off and on her feet by a haggard Asgore.
It was early evening in the monster city, and many restaurants were filled with couples happily enjoying their Valentine’s. It honestly made Toriel feel a little jealous that they got to spend time with their beloved in a romantic setting, rather than doing excavation in the ruins of all places. “So, what exactly is it we’re looking for, Asgore?” Toriel questioned as they entered the elevator in the Core.
“Can’t say, don’t know” Asgore replied curtly. His expression was, odd, to say the least. He seemed really concerned about something, but at the same time, very excited. This was all very odd, but then, Asgore could be quite odd at times.
They talked little for the rest of the journey, heck, Asgore had even given Snowdin the metaphorical cold-shoulder as the two boss monsters breezed past the settlement. And they soon quite quickly had breezed through the area before Snowdin, and swiftly made their way through the ruins, only giving polite greetings to the monsters who made the ruins their home. Their journey didn’t end until they finally made it to their destination: The hollow of Mt Ebott. There was barely any light in the area, and yet for some reason Asgore refused to use fire magic to light the way. “Asgore, why aren’t you using fire magic to light the area?” Toriel questioned suspiciously.
The king didn’t answer her as he silently walked to the middle of the small cave. Staring upwards, he seemed to be waiting on something patiently. Toriel, on the other hand, was now out of patience. “Asgore, what the hell is going on here? I mean really now! You’ve been ignoring me all day, only talking to me when you want something, or if I talk to you first. It doesn’t help that it’s Valentine’s Day of all days for you to be acting like this, especially when you’ve dragged me to this cave and… and….”
The queen’s angry tirade was cut short as light slowly filled the room. It was a beautiful, silvery light that carried a gentle softness to it. Slowly but surely it filled the cavern, illuminating it, and its “occupants”. Toriel gasped loudly, her hands to her mouth as she could finally make out a spider orchestra. The countless arachnids had all been waiting patiently in the dark with their instruments, but for whom? “Gorey, what is…? Oh, Gorey!”
Finally shifting his mantle apart, the proud king was wearing a fine black suit, emblazoned with the Delta Symbol on his right breast. He was grinning from ear to ear as the spiders began to play a gentle tune.
The Music of Romance
“Tori, you didn’t think I’d forget Valentine’s Day, did you?” Asgore chuckled as he held his hand out to his wife.
“Asgore…” Toriel uttered weakly, tears forming in her eyes. Her legs compulsively moved her forward on their own, until she was face-to-face with her beloved. Tears of pure joy were running down her face as she shakily took her husband’s hand. “How did you even…?” she gasped, barely able to find the words to express her joy.
Placing his hand to Toriel’s waist, Asgore blushed crimson as the two began a slow waltz as the orchestra continued to play. “Gaster helped me a lot, atually” Asgore admitted sheepishly. “I wanted to do something truly special for today, but after so many Valentine’s Days of the past, I was running out of ideas. He told me that tonight, at this specific time, a full moon would be high in the sky, at the perfect angle for its light to shine through the crevice above into this very cave” he explained, spinning Toriel on the spot.
Gracefully she turned, the two moving as one as they danced in the moonlight. Toriel clung to Asgore so tightly, afraid that if she were to let go, she would float away, and the moment would end. “Asgore…” she whispered happily, tears staining the king’s cape as they danced slowly. “You waited all day just to pull this off, even though you knew I would expecting something earlier in the day?” Toriel uttered, before realizing what she had just said. Oh, oh dear. Asgore wasn’t the one ruining Valentine’s Day, she was. She had spent so much time expecting something from him that she didn’t try to put any effort in herself. “Oh… Asgore, I’m so sorry” Toriel bitterly apologized.
Asgore chuckled as his powerful arms wrapped around his queen. “You have nothing to apologize for. After all, every year I make some grand gesture, so I’m not surprised that you’ve been made to expect something every year” Asgore whispered softly into her ear. “I love you Toriel… Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”
This, here now, was truly the greatest moment ever. Toriel’s heart beat loudly in her chest as her senses were overwhelmed by love. “I love you too, my sweet, wonderful Gorey” Toriel whispered back.
And so the two danced, the shimmering moonlight the backdrop of their love as the orchestra played long into the night, until the last bead of moonlight faded away, and all was darkness again. But… there was no darkness to be found in their hearts, as even without the moonlight to embrace them, the king and queen continued to dance long into the night, the two locked in their eternal embrace. Happy Valentine’s Day.
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