Flowey, Do You Remember Love? #1

With Undyne and Alphys' wedding on the horizon, Flowey realizes something he had been completely ignorant about: Frisk is in love with him. This is totally a fact. Armed with this knowledge, Flowey embarks on a personal journey to become the best boyfriend material Frisk could ever ask for. Now if he could only stop being a gigantic jerk all the time.

Ao3 link, just in case:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6969736/chapters/15888049

[Flowey, Do You Remember Love?]
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Chapter 1: Why Would I?

It took quite some time, before Frisk's hard work and determination paid off. Endless treks back into the bowels of Mt. Ebott, internal compass guiding them towards the Ruins. And there he was, waiting amidst a bed of golden flowers. Similar, yet nothing like those other plants. He continued to shoulder the burden of knowledge all by his lonesome, feigning a mix of annoyance and exasperation whenever the little tapping of shoes got within earshot. Still, they continued to visit, week after week, just as the comfortably dark pit of misery would swallow them up. After a while, he found himself at the very least appreciative of the way their stubbornness matched his own.

It took months, before Flowey was willing to move from his self-appointed exile.

And by the looks of it, teaching him proper manners would take several years.

Frisk clasped their hands with excitement, opening up the almost shockingly gaudy letter. Flowey peeked aside from the magazine he was looking at, only to feel a very familiar sense of disgust, with a side order of dread. The multitude of anime avatars with over-sized weapons made the senders fairly clear and just about every time Frisk received a letter of this caliber, he was looking forward to something monumentally embarrassing.

He still had nightmares about that 'convention' they dragged him off to.

Still, curiosity was definitely an emotion he wasn't lacking. Hampered in motion by his accursed stationary prison once again, he extended his stem as much as possible, trying to sneak a better peek. Frisk noticed him out of the corner of their eye and pushed the envelope closer, so he wouldn't have to struggle.

A bit of parchment slid out from its container, although it look surprisingly worn. A cursory look immediately revealed it was handwritten, probably by both monsters. It was easy to separate Undyne's hasty scribbles and several minor tears, from Alphys' meticulous calligraphy. The actual point of the message quickly made Frisk's eyes go wide and Flowey's droop:

'Listen up, punk!
Undyne and I have been together for some time now. Lots of laughs, smiles and beautiful months have passed.
So we thought it's 'bout time we took it to the next level!
We're proud to announce that we're getting [a single word was attempted several times here]
MARRIED!! ALPHYS AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED!!
And, since you've been such an enduring and faithful friend to us both.
You get to operate the flower cannon ;3
(Undyne means be our bridesmaid.)
(THEY KNOW)
In any case, we hope you can make it.
'Cause I'll drag you here if you forget!
Please, feel free to visit us anytime.
And maybe you'll get a sneak peak at yur dress, too!

Thank you for being a part of our lives.

With love,
Undyne & Alphys
Alphys/Undyne'

Frisk gasped loudly, overwhelmed by the joyful news. Flowey felt the same way, though unlike the giggling, excited Frisk, he was busy retching. This development surely promised months and months of disgustingly sweet meetings and a wedding he couldn't imagine ending any other way, than legendarily infamous. He read through the whole thing once again, still making mock-repulsed noises almost constantly.

The human shot him a glare, eyes hidden under their rapidly growing hair. Gone was the dorky cut, the 'unkempt cavehuman' was in right now. Instead of a loud reprimand, they merely raised their hand and pulled at Flowey's closest petal, like the ear of a petulant child.

"Ow, ow, let go!" he whined.

He got his wish as Frisk only pulled for another second, before letting go. Flowey puffed his cheeks in his grumpiness, still feeling the dull ache from their little disciplinary action. Their smile quickly returned though, the more they looked at the invitation. Frisk reached into the drawer and leaned back, now armed with a thumbtack. They attached the invitation to the billboard over their desk, squeaking with happiness.

"Oh come on, stop gushing!" he grumbled. "Why are you so excited, anyway?"

Frisk frowned and put their hands on their waist, giving Flowey their best look of absolute disbelief. He just tilted his head, raising a brow with incredulity. A show of hands followed the staredown, as Frisk positioned their fingers in the shape of a heart, pointing it towards Flowey.

"For the love of... it's just a wedding!" he argued.

They pushed the heart closer.

"It'll be nothing, but crying and sappy music!"

The heart approached even closer, its creator grunting.

"I bet we won't even get any cake!"

Frisk's finger-heart quickly overtook is entire vision.

"Okay, okay, fine." he groaned. "The power of heart compels me..."

Frisk put out their tongue, already knowing this little trick of his. Flowey was a very sore loser and would only pretend like he gave up, while learning absolutely nothing from the ordeal. Worst of all, he always looked so smugly confident of himself when he did it, too. There was a hidden agenda for this sudden change of heart, Frisk would have bet on that.

"Can I have some sweets now?" he asked, trying his best to look cutesy, with the big eyes and wide, vacant smile. "Please?"

A couple tense moments had to pass, during which the fate of snacks was still up in the air. Flowey added a bonus of fluttering eyelashes, which finally made Frisk's resolve crumbled. They giggled and reached up into a box, carefully labeled 'I'VE BEEN A GOOD FLOWER'. Grabbing onto a lollipop, they pulled it out and carefully unwrapped the treat. Before the flower could have voiced his complaint about the upcoming unnecessary action, Frisk stuck the sweet into his mouth.

A shade of red flushed through Flowey's cheeks, but the artificial blueberry flavor quickly subdued their annoyance.

"My child, can you please come down for a minute?" Toriel's voice made both of them flinch.

Rather than make her wait, Frisk quickly closed the box and left the room. Flowey happily munched on the lollipop, trying his best to hold in his strange plant-saliva. It was odd to have this many bodily functions as a simple flower, but he wasn't about to complain; not so long as he had enough sweets to keep him company.

The upcoming wedding didn't really bother him much. While the jury was out and would likely be forever out on Alphys, he really didn't have any significant issues with Undyne. He might have lacked the emotion to feel for their situation, but they did seem to be nice to each other and were definitely very close-knit. Their marriage would probably be similar, just with official backing, which was just an unnecessary hassle anyway.

Hell, if living together in harmony really needed any paperwork, he could very well have married Frisk by now.

The thought made him chuckle so hard, he had to use his leaves to grab the lollipop for a moment, otherwise he would have spat it out. It was no use, he just kept snickering to the thought of Frisk stumbling around in a long bridal gown. Perhaps he'd draw this later on, it would surely embarrass them enough to get a few more laughs out of it. He continued enjoying the yummy sweet, already grinning to himself at the prospect of this devilish plan.

Glancing up at the billboard, his eyes casually ran through all the different drawings. There was one depicting the first time Frisk brought him out of the Underground. Another where they almost had to take him back right away, as he voiced a number of complaints and was quickly getting on everybody's nerves. The next few showed all kinds of different pass-times together, from gardening (which, as Flowey explained, was more like learning survival skills), all the way to things such a wall-climbing (which he relentlessly cheated at, whenever he could).

There were so many drawings and photos scattered about, almost all of them featuring the two side-by-side.

"So many memories together..." he mused, taking a bite out of the slowly softening sweet.

A creeping feeling started pricking at the back of his mind, the more he looked at the photos and next to them, the ominous wedding invitation. Biting into the chewy gum filling, he felt his plant-throat tighten a little. He thought about just the past few minutes, as well as all the time they've spent together: him usually being a moody little jerk, and Frisk just taking it all in stride.

More often than not, they easily laughed along with him, even if they were the butt of a given joke. And in the end, every time they argued or he did something wrong, the human would always soften up by the minute and spoil him rotten anyway.

"Naive, but lovable idiot." he chuckled and shrugged, only to freeze up. "Oh. Oooh!!"

Flowey barely even noticed as he bit down on the lollipop's stick and was crunching the plastic with reckless abandon. Their eyes ran wide and their mouth dried up, the more their brain entertained a possibility he felt like he'd been purposely ignoring. It was hard to tell, though there was a very real chance he was correct. He cursed himself for not realizing the obvious fact much-much sooner.

"It all makes sense now..." he muttered, still not noticing the shredded stick. The conclusion was staggering and he needed a moment to just digest the big news:

Frisk was in love with him.

//Obviously.//