#flowey x reader

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“I feel like a rat…”

“Shh Just eat the darn thing.”

He gave a fond eye-roll at your comment and sunk his teeth into the cheese piece you cut for him, and you proceeded to eat yours contently.

‘Contently’ neverminding your eyebags ‘cause it's two in the freaking morning.

I mean hey, It’s not like you going “I crave cheese” and Flowey going “hah?” After staying up all night listening to indie music and procrastinating your work is unusual for either of you, Flowey’s gotten used to your antics and even found himself reluctantly joining.

Doesn’t mean he won’t scold you about dragging both of you’s sleep schedules to the mud once again tomorrow though.

“Aren’t you supposed to eat these with bread or somethin’?” Flowey held up the cheese in his vine as emphasis, another vine supporting his head on the table.

“Not necessarily, even if I was, Don’t you like doing things untraditionally sometimes?” You reasoned casually, eating another small cheese bit.

“It’s kinda bland by itself, dont’cha think?” He finished his cheese,

“But I like it bland...” 

“that’s why you’re not the chef in this household.” Flowey smirked mockingly, you pouted at him as he licked the remaining cheese crumbs off his vine like a darn housecat.

If it weren’t for his attitude you would’ve ended up getting cuteness aggression towards him every time he breathed. 

“Well I’m sor-ry for not hoarding every cookbook I could find! I have better things to do…also maybe I prefer a certain flower’s cooking over everyone elses~” you batted your eyelashes cutely at him.

He scoffed and looked away in his usual tsundere manner.

“Just finish your hazardly snack so we can go back to sleep already.”

“Gladly.”

Munch munch…

“…want sum more?”

“I’m good.” He mumbled while rubbing his eye.

“Kayy…” You packed up the rest of the cheese and got up, putting it back in the fridge.

Glancing back behind you, you realized how cute he looked all sleepy and hovered over the counter, his roots lazily dangling off the stool. 

You smiled to yourself and snuck next to him again.

Before he could register it, you planted a soft kiss on his fuzzy cheek and said “Thanks for always looking out for me.”

As you walked away to wash your hands, you left him perked up, dazed, and a little annoyedly flustered.

Nope, nope, nope. Oh, he WOULD NOT even start to ponder about whatever he was thinking. Right now, he had more pressing issues at hand, he thought as he got lost in his lust again, coming so hard he could barely hold a loud moan they would have surely heard if he didn’t bite down on his leaf… now it had a hole! Great! Dumb idiot. A couple of minutes later, the human also came, panting wildly, body covered in beads of sweat. To him, it was an incredible sight. They looked like a painting, a beautiful deity sprawled on a bed, nude and covered in pearls and gems, with hair messy and wet. Oh, just like one of those paintings! The ones they saw when the human took Flowey to a museum to teach him about human culture. When he saw those paintings, he was taken aback, as those were too explicit for him, especially since his family really valued modesty. Today he understood the appeal. Then he vanished, not wanting to face the implications of whatever had driven him to do such a FILTHY act. Not aware of the smiling human who maybe, for a second, glanced at him.

But now, now he wished he would just turn to dust. To go back underground and ROT there for all eternity. Anything but to see the scene in front of him. He appeared at their home at night, perhaps wanting to see the human pleasuring themselves as he had done for a couple of weeks. He just wanted to have some company. But this was never what he wanted to see. His human, riding that smiley trashbag’s tiny, blue cock. He was moving his own hips up sporadically as the human rode him hard, with all they could, their face strained. Sans had one hand on their hips, the other covering his face. “Stars… Oh, babe—, that’s it, babe. That’s it.” His low voice rumbled as the human closed their eyes, not even daring to open them. “I’m gonna… take it babe, oh fu—” Sans’ whole body spasmed as he came, a dopey smile plastered on his face as he straightened himself to hug the human and squish his face in their chest. Flowey hid behind the wall, not wanting to see anymore. His whole body was trembling, but not with the usual sensation it was getting used to. He knew, oh boy, he knew very well that eventually he would see this if he continued with his little hobby. You IDIOT, YOU BIG, STUPID— There it was. Something… strange… A tear was trailing down his cheek, sliding from him petals. Another tear… another tear… And they wouldn’t stop coming. It wouldn’t stop, IT WOULDN’T STOP! WHY WOULDN’T THE TEARS STOP? He quickly disappeared into the ground, and after some minutes he was near the entrance to the underground. It made no sense, no sense at all! Thorny vines grabbed the grass and pulled it from the ground as he screamed with all his might, crying violently. It hurt. He felt so… lonely… Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing was logical anymore, and that unsettled him more than anything. He was acting irrationally towards a well-known fact: that the human was already someone else’s. Then again, it shouldn’t have such an effect on him. He took a deep breath and composed himself before he went home. It was better to sleep it off.

The world shifted, the sun, moon, and stars in the sky skipping fast before zooming out, displaying two figures having a picnic. This was exactly a year ago, and once again they were in the same spot, with the sun shining softly upon them, not as bright and heavy as the previous year. A nice blanket between them and the grass, over it a speaker playing music, and plates with slices of half-eaten homemade apple crumble pie next to a little basket. The human was sitting, legs crossed, as they swayed side to side while singing along to the music playing from the speaker. Flowey stood still, just watching them, entranced by the way they swayed, by the way their voice melted with the song. Although the lyrics didn’t really make sense to him and although the singer was not so talented, he could finally comprehend what the human had told him before and concluded this: instead of rationalizing feelings of love and burying them with the excuse of them not being possible, he embraced them and accepted that, to put it simply, they were unexplainable, and that was the beauty of them. The flower felt a tug in his chest as he watched them sway, sing, take bites of the pie, and invite him to enjoy the music together. He blushed deeply as he got closer, slowly. Gently grabbing one of their hands with his leaf. Feeling the soft skin, enjoying their human warmth. He was in too deep now. “But when we kiss, we speak as one.” The human sung, eyes closed, unaware of their admirer watching as if he was witnessing the birth of Venus live and in front of him. He realized he needed nothing else, and the song mixed with his own impulses beckoned him, reason or logic be damned. “With a single breath, this world is gone.” He got closer and kissed them softly, tangling his vines around them. It felt like the first gasp of air after years of drowning in a thick, goopy tar lake. Like finally sitting next to a fire after almost freezing to death, melting the ice in his body, which turned into a warmth that spread through his body, a warm bath of emotions and urges finally heard. They returned the kiss, and both melted until it was indistinguishable where one ended and the other started. He placed them on the blanket and slowly undressed their shivering body, trying to hold back the animalistic urge to ravage and claim.

In a way, he started to gloat deep inside his heart. A wound was closing inside, which used to be fueled by feelings he couldn’t name previously, caused by a scene as painful as nothing had ever been before. His human with Sans, limbs tangled, doing what he was just about to do to them. Oh, boy, he was about to clean their precious body from any filthy residues left by the skeleton. The skeleton who constantly bad-mouthed him, who constantly one-upped him. He wondered how it would feel for him to have the monster he hated take away the person he loved the most. But seeing the tears staining the eyes of his most beloved, any thoughts about the skeleton faded away as he quickly wiped them, asking if everything was alright. “I’m engaged.” Words laced with sadness, disappointment. Words tied with chains, chained to a post and behind bars. They weren’t filled with genuine disgust or a true feeling of stopping out of love, which was completely absent. They were filled with guilt and a sense of loyalty. Oh, his dear, lovely human. So good, so loyal, so nice. Maybe it was that goodness that made him so attracted to them, longing for their affection as much as water and sunlight. Yes, that was the perfect nourishment for the small remnants of his SOUL. So, he kissed them again, kissed so deeply, so lovingly, so passionately. That day, the next week, until the human gave in, giving him their body, although not their heart. If this is all he could get for now, so be it, as a drop of water in the desert was better than drying in the drought.

Oh, well, that thought made it bearable for a month or two. Then, it started to consume him. While the sex soothed his pride and his urges, not being able to completely be with the person he loved the most melted his senses and organs, forming a disgusting, acidic goop that drowned him after every sneaky time they met in their special place, near the entrance of the underground, away from everyone, to give in to each other’s feelings and impulses. The moans filled the usually calm nights. He didn’t care if anyone heard them or caught them. It came to a point where he kind of wished for it, as long as it meant being able to say they were his for a brief moment. And while his vines retracted from inside their wet, warm, and abused pussy after orgasming, he held them lovingly.

“I need an answer. Just- just- Please, fuck- Tell me.” He realized his pride had been left long ago. This neediness… this desperation. This is something he had only felt in his youth, although in a much more innocent way and in another context. The ravaging, drowning desperation that consumed his mind completely. It was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it at least meant he was feeling something, something that made him whole, but a curse because it was so painful. For a second he even entertained the idea that this was purgatory. This was the punishment he deserved for all the timelines where he destroyed every monster in the underground. Perhaps he got some good feelings back only for them to increase the pain. A pain that increased every time so many times. A pain he had never felt before. One that made his head dizzy, and he just wanted to beg, to beg until he got it. Beg and kiss their feet until they tell him the one thing he wants to know the most. His human, his everything, who breathed life into the soul seedlings inside him and formed an almost complete soul— Eh, or so Alphys said. “Not quite yet.” A tear rolled down their eyes, begging to be held. And he soothed them in the best way he could, kissing them and continuing their secret, forbidden rendezvous, away from whatever consequences tomorrow would bring, not caring if those same consequences bit them or not. The lack of morality and decency was nauseating, but it also was a show of true love between two beings who wanted nothing more than each other. It was awful yet so needed.

“For fucks sake! Just be honest, or I’m going for good. You dumb, fucking human, I’m done playing this game. I’m done not having you for myself every day. It’s gonna consume me. If it was gonna be like this, I’d rather not feel anything again.” He choked, eyes wide open, trembling and heaving. Looking for any sign of the response he needed inside their bloodshot eyes. Could it hurt? Leaving it all behind? After the last shred of hope for recapturing a past glory had died. “Do you really even care about me?” he became undone. The once mighty, evil Flowey melted and became a pathetic, whimpering mess. A crybaby, like he had always been. They just smiled and melted in his embrace, letting the rain wash away the last shreds of the past. “I left him a month ago.” Tomorrow the sun would shine down upon a new future, together, and they would embrace any challenges ahead.

So they went home.

A vibration echoed through a dark, cold laboratory. In a desk, only a single monster worked alone, illuminated by the faint light of a lamp, a dark shadow covering his eye sockets, and he looked through a microscope. The sound of the rain outside was muffled by the concrete of the building. Short, bony hands grabbed the phone and looked at the screen. A text was displayed: Saturday, 7:03 pm over an image of him and his partner hugging in the spring of his second year on the surface, when they just got together. Two years later, it was the end of spring, the end of the spring of his fourth year on the surface. Oh, how he cherished that picture of both of them. Although he couldn’t always be there, and he knew it was putting up a barrier between them, he couldn’t find how to destroy it. And he waited… He waited… But no text came. No call. Nothing. It was a notification from some random app, and it cruelly brought him back to reality. He was never sure if he had a stomach or not, but right now, he felt acid rising from it, burning its way directly to his throat. The world started spinning around him. The last two years replayed inside his head like a scratched record, echoing and making him fall deeper, drown deeper. An emptiness like never before sank in his stomach like a stray anchor falling deeper ‘til it found the seabed. He felt a coldness like never before, knowing he would have to make amends with his new life, searching through his brain for something to say, and he could only muster familiar words: “I can change…”

The same sky, now behind a window. The sunlight entered a small living room with a record player in the middle. “That guy is screeching! He can’t carry a tune, for fuck’s sake!” Flowey snarled as he saw the human dancing in front of a vinyl record player. They were completely entranced, hands in the air as they mumbled along before they stopped, turned towards him, and grabbed his leaves with their hands, softly making him sway along. “I don’t like perfection. I think there’s more merit in singing with passion than singing perfectly.” They closed their eyes as Flowey tried to pull his leaves away. Well, in truth, he wasn’t putting up much resistance, but he couldn’t help it. “Ah, yeah? Is that also why the lyrics are shit?” Flowey scoffed, crossed two stems and leaves as if they were arms, and elongated himself to stand over her. “Let’s see, human. Think. “Gonna play forever. Watch TV at home.” Does that make any sense to you? What is so special about it?” The flower squinted and grimaced before tapping the human’s forehead with his leaf. They stopped dancing and imitated his stance, humming loudly and thinking while pacing around the room. “Yes, it makes no sense.” “That’s so du- What? So you agree?” His mouth gaped, and he tilted his head, petals flopping. “I mean, I never said it made sense.” Flowey stared, dumbfounded, moving one of his leaves in a circular motion, gesturing the human to elaborate. “It doesn’t have to, though. Things like these, I feel, are more for you to feel them and resonate with them for reasons beyond any perceived meaning. Some things just are, and that’s fine. In fact, the best part is when you get to try to make sense of them.” They stopped in front of him, grabbing his leaves. “Maybe those lyrics refer to the day-to-day, the mundane. I like the mundane, especially along with good company.” They smiled softly, swaying with him. “Or maybe that song doesn't mean anything, and I’m just making stuff up.” For the human, it was a new feeling. It was exciting. It made their heart flare. After all, they weren’t usually able to have such discussions about the things they liked, nor the chance to explain why. Sans would always brush them off or say, “That sounds cool, hon.” Before continuing with his research or watching a movie, laying in the sofa at home. Topics like these didn’t interest him, while they were full of so many opinions and considerations ready to be explained. They knew it wasn’t done out of uncaringness, because it was clear Sans cared deeply, but that was just how he was. “Yeah, that’s the most logical response you’ve given me today. Idiotic human.” But he kept considering their response, and he would do so for weeks. The way they would humor his rants, humor his critiques. It made him see them as something more than just a character in a play. His experience with the resets and his lack of soul made him see everyone in the underground as dolls to be played with. Thus, he played with them, without caring about what he destroyed.

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.