A/N: I want to take a little bit of time to focus on different ships in this story, so what I'll do is every now and then write a chapter solely on the other ships beside Frans. Which better to start it off than chasriel (well flowey and chara technically).

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Watching as her sister left with her new husband, Chara could only feel a slight pang in her heart. She was undoubtedly happy for her, but at the same time she longed for what Frisk had. She wanted to be loved, but after all the years of abuse and turmoil she wondered if she would ever truly be worthy of love. After all, who would want someone so broken and beat down? Her eyes flicked down towards her feet in quiet sadness.

She would not vocalize her thoughts on such a happy day, and secretly she felt guilty for even managing to make the day so bittersweet. First with the mini break down at Papyrus' home and now such depressing thoughts when she should be focusing on her sister's happiness..

Not even realizing what was happening, she squeaked as the little plant still attached around her neck nuzzled underneath her chin, tickling her in the process. She let out a giggling laugh, all the while trying to get the little flower to stop with the playful torture. When he could no longer feel the sadness radiating off of her, Flowey stopped his tickling and proceeded to tease her about how soft and squishy she was. She ended up pouting and giving him the silent treatment which only frazzled his nerves and made him try anything he could to get back on her good side.

Finding the teasing a bit boring, she gave in and gave him a little thump on his flowery head, "Aw, quit your whining. I'm not mad at ya."

He crossed his leaves in a pout of his own, "Chara, don't be so mean!"

She giggled at his cute reaction and pet his petals gently. He blushed at her laugh and covered his embarrassment with a non too subtle cough. They both looked up at the goat parents who had come by their sides. The two of them smiled warmly and grabbed her hands, one on each side.

"Come now, my child, let us show you to your room. Although we do hope you don't mind staying in a boys room. The other is still under renovations so you'll have to share. I'm terribly sorry, dear." The goat mother replied.

Chara shook her head and smiled at the thoughtfulness of her actions, "Don't worry. I don't mind if he doesn't."

Flowey rolled his eyes but gave a slightly embarrassed acknowledgement. He hadn't been one much for company, but ever since the day he had regained his sense of morality he had been growing less hostile and more open to companionship. The little flower frowned and fell silent thinking on his actions. He hated being stuck in this body, but without a proper soul, he was forced to remain nothing more than a mere weed.

He only stopped his train of thought when he noticed they were now in his old room and their parents were already gone. Chara had immediately began snooping about his room much to his chagrin. She looked around at the little trophies lining a shelf upon the wall and she smiled softly, "Seems like you were quite ambitious, huh?"

Flowey nodded, "Yes, I...was. Before the change."

Chara heard the sadness in his tone and decided not to press any further since she knew all too well about bad memories. She poked around his nightstand, looking for something, but that something was a mystery to the plant. Nothing of much importance was inside other than a few drawings and a couple of macaroni necklaces. She giggled softly at the sight but figured he must have undergone his change as a child. The thought filled her with dread.

"Hey...Flowey?"

He perked up at her attention, "Yeah, Chara?"

"Will you.. tell me what happened?" She asked as she cupped his stem carefully and brought it out in front of her.

Stiffening, the flower merely sighed, "It really is a long story. I don't think it's a good idea anyway.."

Chara's face fell in disappointment, but she could understand where he was coming from. She only hoped that one day he might be willing to open up more to her. Setting him down inside of a pot on the nightstand, she climbed into his bed which was a bit too short for her, since it was still a child's bed. Curling up into a ball, she wriggled under the sheets trying to get comfortable before settling down for the night. Flowey watched her in amusement, seeing as how her legs had been dangling over the end of his old bed. She looked so cute trying to fit in the space.

Wait, cute?

He blushed and looked away from the silly human. He listened for any sound she made and when he heard her sigh, he couldn't help but look back over to the bed. Chara was lying wide awake, her eyes blank and empty. She was very quiet after that, her gaze focused on the wall across the room.

"You should probably get some sleep. Mom and Dad are sure to wake you up early." He mumbled.

She absently nodded and closed her eyes without another thought. Her mind was working overdrive, but she forced herself to remain calm and collected. The situation was a bit weird considering she had only recently been adopted into a family of monsters. The media painted such an ugly image of monsters, but they were nothing like she had expected, they were so much more loving and considerate than she ever dared hope for. With a small smile, she whispered a goodnight to her flower companion. Her mind barely registered a goodnight being reciprocated before she fell into a deep sleep.

Flowey had a little more difficulty falling asleep. He couldn't stop thinking about his adopted sister. The little human was a complex mystery to him. She was so cool and collected one moment then an absolute wreck the next. He felt something stirring inside of him at the sight of her. For some reason he hated the sight of her tears, and her smile lit up something inside him. He wasn't sure if he liked it. His mind slowly drifted into sleep.

Flowey awoke to the sound of sniffles and soft whimpering. He blinked slowly, still coming out of his sleepy state, and looked around in confusion before remembering he was sharing a room with Chara. He looked over to see her wriggling around in the sheets with tears running down her cheeks. Eyes widening, he hobbled with the pot as close to the edge as he could, "Chara? Chara! Wake up!"

She didn't respond but he kept trying. Seeing as that wasn't working, he extended a vine to the pillow that was luckily enough in a close enough range. Grabbing onto it, he pulled himself onto the pillow and began to wipe away her tears with his little leaves, "Chara! Wake up! It's just a nightmare, wake up.."

Red eyes snapped open to meet little beady black ones staring back at her. Her body trembled in fear and wracked with quiet sobs. "F-Flowey?"

He nodded and wiped as much of her tears as he could, "I'm here."

Nothing more was said, but the plant was brought into a tight embrace. He flushed realizing he was so close to her chest, but he hugged back as best as he could. Silently offering her as much support and comfort as his little body could manage. His nonexistent heart was breaking at the little whimpers that passed her lips.

"It's okay, Chara. I'm here.." he whispered over and over. Before long, her sobs died and her eyes closed in weary exhaustion. He too fell fast asleep in her warm embrace, nestled closely to her bosom.

Morning came faster than expected for the tiny monster and fragile human. Toriel was trying to gently shake her newest child awake, although she couldn't help but smile at the sight before her eyes. The two were still in the same position as they were that night, but they looked so calm that it was almost a shame to wake them from their peaceful slumber. At the gentle prodding, Flowey woke up and turned to his mother with bleary eyes. At first he didn't recognize just who was touching them so familiarly, so he let out a loud hiss and let his face fall into his signature terrifying smile. His mother backed away in shock before lightly bopping him on the head, "Young man, you had better behave!"

Flowey rubbed the top of his head but turned his gaze up towards his mother. The look on her face was one of hurt and anger. He quickly apologized and explained the situation from last night hoping she would understand. Fortunately, she did understand and she left to make some tea for their obviously distraught daughter. Flowey let out a sigh of relief and turned his attention back to waking up the slumbering human.

He tried poking her, shaking her and even tickling her sides. He only received a grumble and angry shifting from the prodding and shaking, but when he tickled her, he found himself squished between her breasts as she rolled onto her side. His face fully flushed, his brain immediately shut down and in an embarrassed state he did the only thing he could think of..

He bit the top of one of her mounds. A shriek shattered the silence in the room and he found himself chucked across the room as an angry Chara sat up in the bed. She wasn't as fortunate either since the bed was still made for a child, the quick movement caused her to fall off the bed in an ungraceful heap.

"Ow.." they both groaned.

Chara sat up and rubbed the knot already forming on her head. Flowey groaned and tried to prop himself up with a vine but failed miserably. Chara cast a glare his way, "Did you just.. bite me?"

He sent a seething glance back,"Well you weren't waking up any other way!"

"That doesn't mean you can use me as a chew toy!"

"Well I wouldn't have if you hadn't squashed me in your boobs!"

Blushing darkly, her eyes narrowed and she said the first thing to come to mind, "BITE ME!"

"ALREADY DID!"

"THAT'S IT!" She screeched in embarrassment. He got her there.

"AAH!!"

Toriel walked into the room to find the two wrestling one another, Flowey with his surprisingly strong vines, and Chara using her strength to her advantage.

The Queen's eye twitched in annoyance, "Both of you stop that this instant!"

"But mom!"

"She started it!"

Everyone in the room went deadly silent. Chara realized her mistake and she looked away in confusion, "I- uh.. forget that-"

Toriel walked over and pulled her into a tender hug, "It's okay, my child. You may call me whatever you wish. I will not force you to call me that though."

Chara gave a soft smile and hugged her gently, "S-Sorry. That was an honest mistake, but I'll think about it.."

Toriel nodded as she pulled back, "Alright, dear. Now come, the both of you. Breakfast is ready." With that the goat monster left the room.

Flowey was a bit shocked, "So.. uh.."

"Shut it, weed. I'm still pissed about earlier." She huffed but still let him wrap his vine around her wrist.

"Whatever. Let's just go eat."

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The pair ate in relative silence for most of the meal. They were still a bit heated from their earlier argument, but it was slowly fading. Chara couldn't believe the smorgasbord of food laid out in front of them. The queen had clearly outdone herself and at Chara's questioning, she nervously rubbed the back of her head and explained that she hadn't known what the human had liked. Chara had set to work eating a big helping of pancakes and waffles, even managing to down a cup or two of some orange juice. Flowey nibbled on a smaller pancake, since his body couldn't hold much food.

Chara found herself questioning where the food he ate went. When she asked, he merely sputtered in shock. "If you ever ask me that again, you'll definitely be showered in little white 'friendliness' pellets, you hear me?"

Chara laughed but let the question drop. As they finished their meal, Flowey hopped back onto her wrist. At Chara's inquisitive nature, Flowey begrudgingly gave in to giving her a tour of Underground since she was still new to the place.

He sat on her shoulder and guided her throughout the Underground giving her small bits of information here and there. She was fascinated by the abundance of the monsters and how many different types there were. Flowey helped her navigate through the puzzles and Chara couldn't help but be amazed at the vastness of the underground. When they finally reached Snowdin, Chara perked up. She had been here yesterday, and this was by far her favorite area. The snow falling gently from the sky, the wind howling from the lack of trees, and the happy monsters littering the streets made her smile. It was cold true, but this little town held a certain charm she couldn't quite escape from.

Chara's eyes lit up and she hurried out into the snow, kicking her feet and howling in joy. She dove into the snow, making the flower squeak and tumble face first into the vast expanse of snow. She hadn't felt this free in a long time, it was nice to forget about her problems even if it was only temporary. She picked up the cursing flower and giggled happily at his grumpy face.

They sat in the snow for a while talking and making snow angels or in Flowey's case, just a flower shaped hole. The biting cold nipping at her exposed face caused her to flush and pull her green hoodie closer to her face. Looking over to the little plant, she noticed him shivering slightly, so she picked him up and placed him in the only space she had available, her shirt where he could peek out above her zipper. She thanked the fact that they were in Snowdin since her blush would just be attributed to the cold.

Flowey was silent for a while before he managed to ask the question he spent hours thinking on, "Chara, what was your nightmare about?"

Naturally she stiffened and avoided his gaze, "Flowey, you seem like a nice monster, but you don't want to know what all I've done.."

The flower was silent for a few moments before he hesitantly spoke up, "...I've done some pretty horrible things too... I won't think any less of you."

She stayed stock still, barely even breathing. Weighing her options in her mind she figured she didn't have that much to lose. He was a monster, granted she wasn't super familiar with him, but she felt safe with him. Like someone cared about her.

She let out a long sigh, the smoke from her breath circling his little face. He waited patiently for her response and was surprised when she actually opened up a bit.

"I won't go into full details, at least not yet. I don't like talking about these things, nor do I think this is something you will share. Cause if you do I will hurt you." She bluffed, but hoped he would buy it. When she realized he was waiting for her to continue she started once more, "You know how Frisk ended up down here about ten years ago."

He nodded.

"Frisk was with my family and I that day, but she fell down the hole. Let's just say that my father was none too happy about it. I dreamed about him last night and the things he used to do to me." She finished as vaguely as possible.

Flowey was visibly shaking but she assumed the little guy was cold. She stood carefully and made her way back through the rest of the Underground, deciding that going home was the best option. The plant wasn't speaking to her anymore despite the futile attempts she made.

It only got worse when they got home, for when she placed him into his pot he burrowed underneath the soil, refusing to come up. Tears threatened to fall, but she held them back. He probably was just tired from the journey and having to put up with her antics. Without any company to entertain her, she decided to grab one of the books from their parents' bookcase and settled into the recliner. She stayed by the warm fire, reading about monster history.