Amphibia x reader one-shots (Open)

A Gardener Wants to Plant, But the King wants to Trap (King Andrais x Reader)

(Request by:  caseykinni)

(Word Count: 2,519 words)

(Warning: Andrais is a bit of a jerk and there are some mildly mature elements)

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The first soft rays of dawn peaked from the sleepy horizon casting the stars and moon to sleep. Through your auburn curtains, the dawn's bright light was liquid gold seeping into the cracks. Your eyes fluttered open as you sat up to greet the new day with vigor. You pushed aside your covers feeling anxiety brew deep within your very soul. You couldn't waste the day in bed, there was so much to do!

You suited up in your faded blue overalls with oversized pockets and your iconic maroon button-up long-sleeve shirt. You rushed to the bathroom to finish getting ready before snatching your sunhat off the hat rack. You made your way toward your greenhouse to check on your babies. Popping open the door, a gust of hot air greeted you. You couldn't help but smile at your botanic garden that filled every square inch of the small greenhouse.

From round juicy crimson tomatoes to wild herbs like thyme stretching out its potter box. You nodded your head in approval as you picked up a wicker basket from the floor. Collecting the ripe fruits, vegetables, and herbs together, you tucked them away in a storage crate for safe keep. You were happily surprised to see your garden had produced a bountiful crop this spring. You needed this win, epically with the rude stuck-ups in your hometown Ribbitsville looking down on you for your humble career choice.

You couldn't help but pick a tasty little tomato snack for yourself. Soon your teeth sunk into the tender flesh of the fruit causing a flurry of juice to gush out. You closed your eyes savoring the sweet tangy taste of the literal fruits of your labor. Another bite after another bite until nothing was left but tomato juice coating your fingers and mouth an orange-red. Licking the juices from your fingertips, you slipped your gloves on to continue harvesting.

The sun rose to the middle of the sky blaring its hot rays down onto the earth. You were feeling it now after spending serval hours pruning, picking, and planting. You sat down under the shade of your greenhouse whilst pulling out a flask full of water. Taking a few sips to quench your thirst, you let your mind wander off to who knows where. Closing your eyes just to enjoy this blissful break from your busy schedule. Birds were singing their heartfelt songs and the buzzing insects zoom by, your peace was soon disturbed by the sound of heavy footsteps.

Your eyes flew open along with you swiping up your garden trowel ready for anything that may or may not attack you. After all with giant bugs and birds threatening to rip either you or your hard work to shreds, it left everyone a little wary. You stumbled to your feet hearing a loud bang come from your front door. You jogged around the side only to be greeted with an unusual sight. It was a newt wearing a quite expensive-looking outfit that looked to cost more than a year's wage.

"Uh, hello there," you greeted awkwardly while removing your gloves. "Can I help you with something bud?" The newt looked you up and down with a look of disgust, her nose curled up with disgust. What did she expect a gardener to dress? In some fancy silk robe made from fancy grub? You were covered head to toe in dirt and fertilizer. You may not smell the best, but to you, it was proof of a hard day's work. You shot her an annoyed look; her expression reminded you too much of your distasteful gated small town.

"Pardon me farmhand, but I'm seeking out the homeowner of this place..." She forced a tight lip smile, but you could see the disgust still lingered in her eyes.