You walk around and you find him in the most random places either reading a book or playing some handheld gaming console.
On your gaming chair, the closet, the windowsill, under the bed, atop of a microwave,
inside of a blender— wait what???/ref/j
and then VERY out of nowhere he’d get bored and crawl up to you and just settle on your lap with zero words.
maybe rant to you about something minor that’s annoying him, or maybe he starts annoying YOU cuz he’s smug like that.
Then you two watch something to pass the night, maybe you binge some edgy anime, or something more classic like a 90’s/80’s movie or a show.
Just the mental image of doing mundane daily things but adding Flowey next to you for witty commentary or companionship is so cute to me
P.S. Flowey is my second favorite after you-know-who and I just LOVE his interactions with the player.
Happily Ever After
The Prologue (pt. 2)
“Never trust a flower... That's one of the constants of this world.”
Standing near you was none other than Flowey, your perpetual rival, an innocent smile on his face.
But you didn't want to see anyone else right now, much less him.
“Go away, A-Flowey,” you said, turning away.
“Aren't you happy to see me? How rude. The way you are treating your best friend, tsk-tsk-tsk,” he replied, shaking his head, “Where are your manners, superhuman? Where have your signature kindness, patience and politeness gone? And where is 'please'?”
“What do you want?” you mumbled. You were clearly in a bad mood, and his snarky remarks made it even worse.
“Me? I don't need anything. You just looked so miserable that even I took pity and came to keep you company, oh poor you.”
So far, you're doing just great. You thought sarcastically in turn.
“I know I'm not the one you'd prefer to be around right now, but as you might have noticed, your beloved smiley trashbag abandoned you, so you'll have to put up with me for now,” he continued, “And should you complain? After all, who better than me can understand your situation?”
His facial features softened a little as he said that.
You raised an interested eyebrow, wondering what he meant.
“The idea that those you thought were your family have left you is terrifying, isn't it?” Flowey said, glancing at the river, a faraway look on his face.
“The world exists perfectly without you, and you can't do anything about it, stuck in a cold, soulless vessel you're so sick of,” he said the last part with a distinct bitterness, his voice becoming a pitch higher, “It doesn't matter what you do, you're always destined to be a loser, and end up in the empty Underground alone, even the one you care about the most ultimately leaves you.”
He paused for a moment, then turned to you, staring straight into your soul. Your face was reflected in his bottomless, coal-black eyes.
“Sounds familiar, hm? You and me, we are the same.”
Oh, so that's what he was getting at. This again.
“I've told you a million times, Flowey, we're not the same,” you objected harshly.
Flowey's face changed abruptly. Was he... offended at you?
“Yes? And why is that? Name at least one difference,” he said, crossing his leaves like arms.
A piece of cake.
“Well, at least I've never killed anyone, unlike some flowers I know,” you said, feeling a little better remembering that you still have some kind of advantage over the antagonist of the story. You still have some kind of conscience.
Despite everything, despite all your growing boredom, you still had a heart to not hurt a single soul in the Underground.
You still haven't hit rock bottom.
“…Yet”
“What?” you didn't understand him.
“I'm saying that you haven't killed anybody yet just because you aren't bored enough of this world. That's all. Make no mistake, it's only a matter of time.” his smile widened a little.
“No way, don't put your issues on me,” you denied.
There's no way you can cross that line under any circumstances. You're not like that.
“If I decided once that I would not harm anyone, I won't back down,” you finished with a somewhat proud intonation, picking up your "determined" facade again, “I will always only save, not destroy.”
Flowey looked at you with a 'really?' expression, and then... let out a chuckle.
Then a couple more.
And more.
And then he laughed in your face.
“HAHAHAHA! You're all the same. You have this insatiable hunger for more, an overblown ego and determination without any measure. Humans, in a word.”
You're the one to talk.
“Do you really consider yourself a 'monsters savior'? 'The arbiter of fate'? HAHAHA! What a joke! Oh! Let me guess, you probably imagine yourself in your pathetic dreams as some mysterious and beautiful otherworldly spirit. Or that angel from the prediction, painting yourself wings that you've never had. Or even some kind of deity who 'saves' everyone,” he made one of his scary faces, “No. The best thing you can do is save them from yourself.”
You can feel your ears burning.
“Shut up,” you said through gritted teeth and threw another stone as far as you could into the river.
“Oh, look who's mad!” Flowey exclaimed, pressing the leaves to his face in a mocking movement, “I knew you had it in you after all. I wonder… are you always kind in your world? Do you always forgive your enemies like you do it there?”
Do you?...
“Who am I kidding? I bet that as soon as this performance ends, you become your real self. You're so bold and cocky just because you're an "anomaly," as that bag of bones calls the likes like us. If that weren't the case, you wouldn't even last five minutes here, and your "friends" wouldn't seem so "nice" to you anymore. By the way, your favorite trash can would be one of the first in the ranks of those who want to destroy you.”
“That's not true!” you objected fervently, “He cares about me!”
“Seriously? Then why did he leave you? And why hasn't he ever tried to save you from the threats here, if he "cares"? Like when you were fighting with a Gyftrot, and that idiot was just standing a couple of meters away from you, doing nothing.”
Why are you still listening?
“You think he's "good," but how can you be so sure about that? You think you know him well, but what do you REALLY know about him?” Flowey kept pushing, “Do you know what his dreams are? What he is silent about? Do you know what he says when you're not around?”
Stop.
“Not really sure if you're interested in all this, though. You don't really love him either, do you? You're only with him when you need something. Even when you're "comforting" him, "saving", or whatever, you do it only when you're in the right mood.”
STOP IT!
“And I'm not even talking about today's episode. It was so touching that I almost cried,” Flowey pretended to wipe away a tear, “I have to admit, you were very clever at telling him something about the "room you were locked in after everyone left". Yup. Just forgot to mention that you can get out of there at any time.”
“H-hey, you could give me at least a little personal space!” you exclaimed, your cheeks were burning and heart was pounding. It's hard to tell if it's from embarrassment or shame.
“Personal space?” he asked innocently, “What personal space? I doubt that your fellas from your world think the same. Like…”
“You're just a coward hiding behind your vessel and "saving" your "friends" from a safe distance. If you were really here and went all the way from the beginning to the very end, following your "be good" philosophy, I’d recognize your merits. But now? Pfft,” Flowey finished his tirade.
“I'm "hiding behind my vessel" just because I can't help it,” you remarked bitterly, “I just can't come here. I’d give anything for such an opportunity.”
“Anything?” Flowey asked, intrigued, “Then I think we could cooperate. What if I tell you that I can bring you here?”
You felt your heart beat faster.
Bring you here? Sounds like a dream to you. You would finally be able to see Underground in all its glory, do all the things you never dared to even think about. You could have a family, the meaning of life. You could, you could...
Your head was spinning from dozens of scenarios of a new, happy life that loomed right in front of your nose.
You could finally be with Sans. For real.
“Not for free, of course,” Flowey continued, seeing the poorly concealed excitement on your face, “You're just giving me a piece of your soul. Not even the whole soul, just a little fragment. A good offer, isn't it? Deal?” he handed you one of his leaves.
On the other hand, it's probably another pitfall of his.
Suddenly, you remembered the words Flowey said earlier today:
It doesn't matter what you do, you're always destined to be a loser
It may be a trap, but if there's one thing you understood, it's that despite all his bad intentions, Flowey's plans always backfired on him, and it turned out good. So it would be alright. It'll all work out. In the end it's all nice.
“Deal” you said, holding out your hand.
Unexpectedly, a sharp pain pierced through you and you lost consciousness.
The first time I met him, he looked at me as if he's seeing someone else. I get that a lot. I use to see other fallen children as my own. A replacement for what I have lost. As cruel as that may seem, it's the only way I keep myself stable in this lonely little home.
He didn't look fearful the first time he saw me, unlike the other children that's fallen down.
Maybe it's because he's much older than the rest of them?
...Or is it something else?
I guided him to the ruins, thought him how to solve the puzzles. He was very enthusiastic about it. Everytime his eyes sparkle and he hops from his place out of the sheer excitement of solving a puzzle made me chuckle fondly.
He seems to struggle to form words, which made me worry a lot.
His eyes were very unique. I've never seen such a beautiful (e/c) before. I've never seen anyone with that shade of eye color, wether it'd be monsters or the fallen children.
He's such a happy youth.
But I know better.
I know better that behind those joyful eyes were hidden grief and sorrow... loneliness and longing.
I've hidden those myself.
It made me feel more connected with him than most of the fallen children.
Knowing that he long's for something too.
When his eyes met mine, I knew he saw all I was hiding. All the pain, all the regrets, the fears... The loneliness.
When I held his hand to guide him on another puzzle that seems to dangerous for him, I heard him humming.
It was such a soft and gentle melody. It was filled with love.
I think he didn't realize he was humming, because he looked at me with questioning eyes as I stopped to embrace the melody in my soul.
We both spent time together and got close instantly.
Until he asked to leave...
It pained me.
Knowing that another one wants to leave as well.
We fought.
Like the other children, we fought.
The fight felt like eternity as begin to hesitate to attack him.
I don't want him to get hurt. I don't want him to die. Please.
You'll be safe here.
You'll be safe...
You'll be...
...
It hurts...
But...
For his sake...
I'll put everything aside-
" Tori!"
My eyes widened as I look back.
It was a simple smile and a wave...
Yet his eyes...
It came like waves.
All the emotions held at once.
It came crashing to my soul.
He looked so broken....
Like a tiny prick of a needle would be able to shatter him to pieces....
NSFW
Relationships: Flowey/Reader, Sans/Reader
Characters: Flowey, Sans, Reader
Tags: Cheating, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Songfic, One Shot, Prequel, Mutual Pining, Guilt, Reader-Insert, ntr, very brief mention of nswf acts for the plot, Jealousy, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Desperation, Flowey-centric, Yandere Flowey, Cuckolding
Summary:
It's forbidden, it's immoral, but it's necessary.
Flowey asks the question that's been brewing inside him for a long while.
Prequel to Lost Love, New Hatred.
Based on Talk About the Weather by Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry.
I'm gonna have to cut this fic up to upload it here, but you can read it in one go in AO3.
Pt. 1 (You're here) / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3
Read under the cut or on AO3
Splashing on the grass, the rain poured down harshly over two darkened silhouettes. The sunset lightly shining through the heavy clouds. Reds, oranges, and pinks softly framed a human and a flower who stood tall, enlarging his stem to loom over them, his leaves grabbing their shoulders. Despite the heavy rain, if one were to hear closely, they would notice faint sobbing, obviously coming from the human whose chest heaved. They were dripping wet, completely soaked under the rain, and their tears meshed with the raindrops as they fell from their eyes directly to the ground. They looked down at their feet, watching the symphony of drops splashing with their vision blurred. The question Flowey just asked was swirling around their head, oppressing both mind and heart. An answer they didn’t know if they were ready to reply to, but that had been avoided too many times at this point.
His insistence was endearing, truly. He had been overeager to please them however and whenever he could. This type of warmth, they had never felt before, not even with Sans and his particular ways. They remembered those far-away days of lazing around on a couch, eating snacks, and embracing each other while watching movies. Watching him study and work hard, squeezing their hand softly as they passed in their shared home. Days together, kissing, laughing, slowly being sparser until he spent more time in the lab than alongside them. Flowey was their only company those days when her fiancé was too busy and everyone else was too. Eternal was the tick-tacking of the clock as they waited on the couch for someone who wouldn’t return. Only he, even with his soullessness, understood the desperation and loneliness they felt in the cold living room, lying on an empty sofa, so he always made sure to be there.
Even now, soaking wet, being asked a question that would alter the course of their lives and relationships, they tried to feel something for the memories made by them and their fiancé but only felt a faint whisper of what once was a great love, admired by many.
His expectant face was looking down at them, desperation and tears which broke their already fragile, confused heart. It was wrong, and the guilt ran through their veins to every organ and system. Grabbing, suffocating, squeezing, and burning every single cell in their body. Anxiety, fear, yet… yet they were addicted to the love in his gaze, the truly primal way he begged for them. The longing he and only he felt. For a being that was supposed to have no emotions, how did he end up like this?
“Wanna talk about the weather?” They chuckled, and the world spun around both of them.
That same question echoed in the void of their memories. Flashes of the time spent together melting and fusing and circling around, turning into a white light at the end of a tunnel that shined through. The same scenery, the mountain near the entrance of the underworld.
“Wanna talk about the weather?” A voice echoed. The human’s silhouette was illuminated by the warm sunlight, casting shadows that covered their eyes as they looked down at him with a tilted head, strands of hair hanging around their face.
“Wow, what an interesting and daring question! Golly! You must be a master of conversation, ain’t cha?” The flower rolled his eyes before turning his back… stem, to them. The August midday sun shone brightly, not one cloud in sight. They met a month ago, after Frisk had introduced both of them, and soon, they became sort of his caretaker. It wasn’t too bad, seeing as Sans became more occupied day after day while they worked from home. It was nice, but it could get a bit lonely, so this new friend was warmly welcomed. For many, especially Sans, he was callous and dangerous, as he had no SOUL to make him understand empathy or love. They didn’t care, regardless. The flower seemed defeated and somewhat guilty, lost. So, they stood by him, tried to understand him, and they soon realized he could feel fear, anger, and anxiety, so surely, he would also be able to feel positive feelings. It made sense in their head, although Dr. Alphys said it was too far-fetched. Despite that, they persisted.
“Would you rather have me shut up?” They grinned softly. “Unless you want me to bury you here.” Flowey quickly replied. “Whatever you say, your majesty.” The human let their body fall on the blanket, watching the cloud pass as the flower also looked at the sky with a different expression, a neutral one, a calm one. They always found Flowey amusing, as he was almost like a cat in many ways. Acting like he hated them, though he always came back, always relented, and accepted their various attempts to get close.
Flowey x player reader where the reader keeps trying to help him and be friends with him but is also rlly mentally unstable BUt STILL TRIES HARD 🦶👽🦶
ALSO PLATONIC OFC WHAT WRONG WITH YOu 😦😦😦😦😦😦
YES EVEN AFTER WHAT HE DID I FEEL BAD FOR HIM SHUT UP OR ILL KICK YOUR TEETH IN 👺👺👺👺👺 /hj
Reader trying very hard to become Flowey's friend
❝ Oh my gosh the way you wrote it is so chaotic and I love it. Also don't worry you won't have to kick my teeth, cuz I also feel bad for him. #FloweyFanClub I will get that pin from fangamer one day😤
Uh also I'm sorry if this is kinda bad, I had a lot more ideas for this but I didn't know how to convey them into words. Sorry, it's midnight and I'm sorta tired. I'll edit this like in the morning. ❞
• Flowey can't seem to understand it. Why are you being so nice to him? It doesn't make sense that you talk to him, you know what he did and he knows what you did. There's no point in trying to become friends if you can still reset and kill everyone.
• But even so, you just won't leave him alone will you?
• You kept bothering him, talking to him about some nonsense. Always looking to back to see him following you.
• And now, you see him again, standing before him in his Omega Flowey form. He kills you once, twice, three, four, countless times. But you're still there, you refuse to die. Your determination keeps you going. And as you finally defeat him, you have the choice
Spare or Kill
• Surprising to him, you chose spare.
"But... Why?" He asks
"Well... I don't have have an actual answer." You rub the back of your neck awkwardly "But I know that you're not actually *that bad*. Hey, you've killed me. A lot. But I know that you can also be good. Sooo, I guess what I mean is-
"Would you like to be my friend?"
• "Tch..." He scoffs "God, you really are an idiot aren't you?"
• In the next reset, Flowey seemed different. He didn't kill you as much, and slowly with each reset he was slightly nicer to you. Of course, he still wasn't exactly your friend, but he's getting somewhere.
Hmm, I've had this idea of an older Flowey that has a soul but is like still Flowey, that ends up with this human lass that many people call soulless due to her lack of emotions around strangers and the fact that her soul is white. What I picture Flowey looking like is that he's large, his body/stem is very tree trunk like, he has a mobile pot that Alphys made him, and his face ended up looking like an older Asriel. Sorry if this is a bit much, thought it could be a cool concept to work with.
This is a really fun concept, but i wasn’t sure if you wanted it romantic or platonic, so I hope it turned out how you were hoping. If not, fell free to ask me to write some more!
The two of you would probably end up meeting at Alphys’s lab, while Flowey is getting his pot upgraded, and you’re getting your soul checked up
At the beginning, things would be... weird between the two of you
I feel like Flowey would purposely try to get you mad or annoyed, just to see if you can feel emotions
After meeting like this a few more times, he finally gets a reaction, and the two of you end up trying to become friends despite the odd start
At first, the two of you try to bond doing regular people™ things, but decide that it’s just not working
Eventually you bond over some of your interests, and the relationship sprouts from there
The more and more you spend time with him, the more chaotic things will get
He’ll chase you around in public with his mobile pot while you calmly walk away from him
Now that Flowey has a soul, he’s a lot better at feeling emotions, but not at expressing them
Whenever he’s bored or wants something, he’ll go up to you and bother you until you ask him if he needs something
Sometimes you don’t ask him, just to try to make him do it himself
Flowey probably has some abandonment issues after all of the genocide runs, so be prepared for his near constant checking in to make sure you’re not dead
Overall, the relationship between you is... complicated
Not awful, but definitely a sight to see when the two of you go into public
It’s not every day that people see a giant flower with a goat monster’s face driving around in a planter paired with a human that seems to have no emotions
Flowey who likes you YES YOU because of your flaws that feel real to him
Flowey who likes you because he never feels like he has to perform around you and vice versa because you both understand how exhausting it is to perform your entire personality when you haven’t had the chance to even develop one.
Flowey who loves you because all he wanted was to love someone, someone by his side who makes him feel less alone and worth living for.
Flowey who loves you because you’ll never forget him or abandon him because you accept his soullessness and embrace his flaws just as much as he embraces yours.
Flowey who loves you because neither of you are healthy and you’re both attached to the hip but that’s okay because you get to go through it together.
Flowey who loves you even if you’re not good at taking care of yourself, he’ll stubbornly help you because it makes him feel like he has a purpose again.
Flowey who loves you even after he thought he lost the capacity to feel that a long time ago and is scared to try again.
Disclaimer: not proofread, english isn’t my first language, Author chan wrote half of this at 1 am, Author-chan has a savior/hero complex and it seeps very clearly into writing x readers 💔
The lights were off when you came back home tonight.
Switching the corridor lights on, you went to the bedroom, and heard shuffling in…the closet?
Opening the closet, Your gaze immediately locked onto the sniffling flower bundled up in a bunch of your clothes. His thorned vines spread around him defensively.
“go. AWAY.” he lashed out, baring his fangs at you through panicked breath.
You worriedly look down at him while taking in the situation, before kneeling down to his height, extending your hand to him, to which he hisses at.
You whisper soft and concerned words of reassurance to him as you slowly reach out to hold a tendril, looping it around your finger.
Not pulling back, he meets you with a reluctant, fearful look. You assumed he was either having flashbacks or he woke up from a nightmare.
It’s been a while since he had nights like these, and he was doing okay for the most part. But it seems like he’s been running away from some re-emerging emotions and fears and just now it began catching up to his brain.
Breathe, you whispered, feeling his tendril tightening and looping around your hand and up your wrist desperately.
Taking it as a sign, you scooted closer inside the closet and extended your other hand, letting his thorned vines hold it tightly. You didn't mind the scraping at all.
His panicked breath had cut off his first few attempts at breathing deeply, but he eventually figured it out as your hold on him tightened. When his breathing went back to a somewhat healthy pace, He faced downwards, his petals drooping around his sweating face in shame.
His thorns retracted.
With your hand still wrapped by his coils, you gently reached to stroke his head while asking if he was okay.
He crawled closer and shook his head, resting it against your chest with a heavy exhale.
he’s done it again, You’ll have to stay by his side and coddle him, like a pathetic wild animal. And he knows you’ll refuse to leave, because you care so much about him for some gosh darn reason he still cannot fully grasp. In his perspective, all he does is make things harder for you.
“‘M sorry..” you heard him murmur, his vines slipping away from your arms to wrap around your torso instead.
You gently shushed him and moved your hand behind his stem and the other behind his head, stroking his pretty golden petals.
“I-I didn't mean to…I wasn't…” his form trembled slightly. His ruby eyes peering at your wrist, which had thorn cuts that were reddening more and more by the second. Looking like a feral cat had clawed at you earlier.
“I hurt you…”
It's fine, you brushed off. It’s just a few scratches.
“No it is NOT f#%king fine…!”
He retreated back from the hug to hold your bruised wrist, wrapping his now-smooth vines around it. A neon green glow emitted from it as he healed you with a bitter and ashamed expression.
“I thought it would stop already ... .but I just keep getting worse again each time…”
Flowey’s voice wavered, tears forming in his eyes as his vines retreated from your now-healed arm.
“You’ll get sick of me EVENTUALLY,” He looked up at you with a weak scowl.
“There’s no reason for you to STILL be here, I’ll NEVER get better! Stop wasting your time..!”
You two have done this many times before. He relapses. You calm him down. He feels like crap for making you “deal” with him, tries to push you away, and you keep coming back. even with no idea how to make him feel better other than holding him. Because words fail you each time.
He’s just really afraid of disappointing you. Of disappointing everyone else after everything. He doesn’t have to say it for you to understand, you’ve seen it time after time.
But you just wish he could realize that he doesn’t have to force himself to act like someone he isn’t anymore. Or to pretend that he’s doing better mentally just to put your mind at ease.
You cup the side of his face with your hand, his tears being swept aside by your thumb in a delicate motion as his eye fluttered closed, the other one still looking up at you defeatedly.
In all honesty. You were never “bothered” by him during times like these per se.
Sure, it was dishearteningly painful to watch. But that’s a natural reaction to seeing someone you love so much…feel so much grief and go through it without asking for help.
What you REALLY felt whenever he eventually accepted your gestures, told you his worries, cried in front of you, clung to your wrists, was…
“…I can’t understand you.” He broke the silence as he gave in and leaned into your hand’s touch, the exhaustion of his afterpanic setting in.
You move your other hand to hold the other side of his face, gently tilting his face back up to look at you.
Did you finally find your words?
After telling him to listen up clearly, you remind him of the fact that caring about someone isn’t just give or take. It’s more complex than that. People could still go through dark times and still come out with a stronger bond than ever.
When he vents to you, He doesn’t make you feel bothered, he makes you feel trusted.
Trusting you with his thoughts, secrets, fears…things he would never tell anybody else.
And, as cliche as it sounds you add, it makes you feel loved, needed, and appreciated…
His brows furrowed. He was touched by your words, but…
“..That’s a TERRIBLE excuse…! you’re basically saying that you only feel needed when someone else needs something from you. You idiot…”
You poke his forehead as you emphasize the fact that he’s always looking out for you as well, making sure you eat properly, helping you organize, being angry on your behalf when you can’t stand up for yourself…the effort imbalance his mind made up was nonexistent as far as you can tell.
“Tch…” his vines looped around your wrists again as your thumbs stroked his somewhat fuzzy face.
As you called his name softly. He looks up at you again.
You’ll never get tired of him, you reassured. even when things get bad for him again over and over. Because your motivation isn’t him becoming perfect, it’s the feelings you have for him and the moments of temporary safety.
and as long as he’s trying, you’ll always accept him as he is now. Flowey. The flower with a dark sense of humor. The one who laughs at you for tripping before helping you. The one who broods by your side. The one who chose to let go of violent curiosity for the sake of everyone else.
And as you kiss his forehead, his expression becomes blank. your words sinking in.
He’s had words of reassurance of all kinds offered to him countless times before. This shouldn’t feel novel at all.
And yet…this was the first time someone who truly knew him accepted him as he is now. Never bringing up the old, sweet, and perfect Asriel, just the flawed Flowey.
He felt an odd weight lifting from his metaphorical shoulders. It was his turn to be speechless this time around.
Vines coiled around your torso once again as he buried his face in your shoulder, exhaling shakily. You hug him back, resting your head against his own.
