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This is stupid and short cause I’m trypi g with my left hand and nose.

Been seeing a lot about hanahaki disease. A fictional disease which affects people with unrequited love interest.

And it got me thinking about what would an aromantic (or those under the aroace umbrella) person do in this world.

As someone who doesn’t understand love well and it almost feels like it’s always out of reach I want to tell you about my idea of how this would work in this grow of au.

Idea 1

Basically a character who doesn’t know they’re aromantic still dates and cares about the person they do but they aren’t in love (they don’t realise) and their partners keep dying from the disease. They swear they love them and doesn’t understand what’s going on but there’s always that voice in the back of their heads telling them. They become sort of a grim reaper and isolated and is even harassed harshly by their passed partners loved ones. But they don’t understand.

Idea 2

Person is demiromantic and has a long term partner who knows this and is suffering badly till they finally love them.

This splits into 2 possibilities

1# it happens before they die.

2# it happens AFTER they die.

There partner can’t stop loving them and starts to resent there partner for doing this to them.

Idea 3

Person goes crazy over the people who have died because of them. Tattoos there names on them and commits suicide.

All these are fun and I want talks opinions on more ideas.

Here's an idea for a twist on the hanahaki trope: it's non fatal. On top of that, it's not caused by unrequited love, it's caused by any romantic love. It's the universe's way of kicking people in the ass and telling them to just tell the person how they feel already. Whether the other person reciprocates or not, the condition goes away once the feelings are confessed.

It becomes traditional to confess one's love by presenting a bouquet of the flowers you've been hacking up.

Need me some Hanahaki AU fics where the ill person does the smart + sensible thing and actually gets that damn surgery.

Like, sis, is any love that makes you wish you'd rather die than stop having those feelings really love at that point? Hello? Coughing up blood is NOT fun--first hand experience talking. Please get help I'm begging ya'll 😟🙏

Headcanons for DCA ✨Hanahaki Edition✨

Starting off with Reader getting Hanahaki bc I still need to organize my thoughts about the possibility of the DCA getting Hanahaki.

The reader starts off working all the odd jobs around the Pizzaplex not really making contact with the DCA until they get shifted to the daycare as a spare hand as the Pizzaplex was still growing in popularity

Sun immediately takes to the reader when they help out much more than all other assistants and is generally kind and understanding with both them and the children

Eventually you grow closer and one night you propose a sleepover! You'd seen old posters in the backrooms of a moon like character that seemed to be in charge of nap time so naturally you were very curious about what happened to Moon, hoping you'd get the chance to look for him while Sun was charging.

After a very firm absolutely not and a nervous avoidance for an explanation you're shushed out of the daycare that night. Unfortunately he shushed you out without your card to clock out for the day.

Flabbergasted you make your way to the exit before noticing just when the lights turn off and you hear metallic scrapping and faint screeching coming from the daycare

Moving on you meet Moon he teases the Reader and even gets a little what Reader perceives as flirty. Sun too starts the subtle flirting, but you have to squint. They're far more touchy as time goes on.

Moon opens up and so does Sun. Reader opens up about their life. Everything happy for a bit. Until Vanessa starts working as the new security guard

Vanessa and you start off... fine. Sun gets closer to her even saying to you that she can light up a room when she enters. Moon however distances from you and becomes closer to Vanessa. His tendencies for violence get worse.

They slowly quit being so touchy even when you're alone.

There's an incident where he catches you after hours getting something you left.

You catch him and Vanessa talking and laughing with one another. In their own world until you start coughing and he hunts you down. He tells you to leave. now. You grow incredibly angry and leave. He hears you sobbing once you're out of the building. That's when the flowers came.

You fall to your knees only just outside the pizzaplex. Blood and petals? No. No. This couldn't be happening. You pulled fresh petals from your mouth and cry harder.

The next three days you call out from work. Sun is gravely worried. He tries to reach Moon in their shared headspace, but only finding static.

You return pale but smiling that doesn't reach your eyes. You spent three days looking for options including surgery to remove the flowers but forgetting them entirely, injections that would work as weed killer but removing your capacity to love, or just move on.

You would try to move on. After all you're getting paid well but not well enough for complex surgery

Sun and Moon are trying to figure out why you're being so curt.

Until they notice a little leftover blood from your frequent visits to the bathroom on your collar. Barely noticable unless you're looking for it for anyone else.

They decide to give you space upon Suns insistent bellowing of your boundaries and how you would tell your best friend when you were ready somehow pushing through the static between them.

You notice Vanessa backing off but the flowers kept growing. You cough more and more and grow weaker. Sun finally confronts you after finding complete white carnations in the bathroom soaked in blood and spit at the end of a shift.

ENDING 1 (Good Ending)

You try to say nothing, but he pushes and pushes. Eventually you break down and tell him everything. Sun is furious with Moon for not saying anything about that night.

They reassure you they love you and

BOOM CURED time to fix Moon bc Vanessa put in the virus to make him Bad™ and that's not good!

ENDING 2 (Complicated Ending)

You tell him he apologizes and doesn't know how to respond. you barely above a whisper say "i should have known better than to love a robot that can't feel anything." You run away in shame.

Those words cut deep, but nothing cuts deeper than transforming into Moon mid thoughts allowing him to take over and see what Sun was thinking!!

He runs after you reassures you his little mouse he would always love you and gets super possessive and reassures you he'll take care of you.

You get better! The lights have been off for a while but your cant bring yourself to care right now. Then you care turn on the lights and team up with Sun to destroy the virus that's making Moon scare you a lot and be possessive you've been at the Pizzaplex 3 days and he freaked when you said you wanted to leave.

You defeat the virus together and Sun comes around to loving you through the experience completely killing the disease Yay!

ENDING 3 (ANGSTTTT Ending)

You don't tell them. They get mad and you get mad. You yell until you're sobbing coughing up almost a whole bouquet and the flowers are almost black because you're closer to death.

You pass out. They dont return your feelings they know your condition they say they do it makes you worse. They schedule you the surgery that makes you forget. They wire the money required from the company to you.

You're taken in for emergency surgery. Sun and Moon realize they do have feelings for you! They feel worse. They work out their issues with Vanessa and the virus. While the surgery goes on.

You return to work introducing yourself all over again.

This time they treat you as they should and you fall in love all over again.

Okay I'm done I hope y'all like it! This took me a couple hours to compile I love the angst potential. I might write one on if the DCA gets Hanahaki? Idk yet

SO ANOYONE WANNA TELL ME WHY THERE IS BARELY ANY HANAHAKI FICS FOR THE DCA BOYS?????

Like listen- I'm not the biggest fan of angst. It's not really my cuppa tea, y'know? But I LOVE the hanahaki disease trope in fanfiction. It's the one piece of angst I will always be willing to cry for! But I just realized that there is so little of it for the DCA boys in x reader fics, and I'm just over here like: D:> !?

Like- IT'S SUCH A GOOD TROPE AND HARDLY ANYONE IS TAKING THE OPPERTUNITY TO USE IT IN THE DCA FANDOM!!! All my writing buddies out there- PLEASE write Hanahaki disease fics for DCA x Reader, I don't do fanfiction and I can barely write as is. I will literally kiss you if I find you wrote some.

Sincerely

Your gay little mouse

DCA Hanahaki

Welcome back friends enemies and spectators this time Sun/Moon get Hanahaki

Everything from the last story holds true EXCEPT you have a boyfriend

At first he only sort of bothers Sun, but Moon in their headspace picks up that he doesn't respect you and may be abusive in the future. Moon hates him.

Sun starts to fall for you but you stay with your bf.

One day he decides to introduce you to Moon/ OR Moon decides he needs to meet you and turns off the lights and he scares the shit outta you at first

Then the shameless teasing begins. You guys play hide and seek which Moon always wins.

Your boyfriend picks you up from work every day and Sun freaks him out. He tries to get you to quit and just live off his paycheck.

Moon overhears this on the outside cameras and gets angry until you say you love your job, but you love him more so you'll consider it

Dear GOD the flowers start to grow it acts as a virus in their system. Due to the radiation his internal core gives off his flowers grow thickly.

He can't cough them up, BUT he does go to Parts and Services more often after forgetting a childs name and you imploring them to go down

When he goes he makes you leave, but you peak in once you know he's plugged in. It's Eclipse and he's upset about something while the Engineer/ Mechanic removes the flowers and subsequent damage aka the virus

Confused you walk away unsure of what you saw and scared for their health and whatever Eclipse was.

You return home to a livid boyfriend for being late and he tries to keep you from work. He hits you when you say you won't do it and try to leave anyways. You're knocked out he drops you off at the hospital and leaves you there

You report the abuse and go home after a day has passed and find all his stuff is gone and a letter apologizing but still blaming you. You change the locks and decide to go to work.

Sun/Moon return to work only to find you not there nor any reports saying you're sick. Suns anxiety is through the roof. He starts to chip away his paint and bend the ends of his sun rays

Moon is angry. That night he tears into several service bots in his room before finally crumbling once the flowers grow too much.

Sun wakes up horrified. You returned! Turns out you were breaking up with your boyfriend at that time. Sun is too happy you're finally single until Moon chimes in that you look... Lost? If not traumatized

You heal with them and for now their Hanahaki stays dormant... Until you start dating again

They take a left turn and are in Parts and Services by choice just in case they fall apart. Fazbear entertainment is just waiting for them to burn out at this point.

You're crazy nervous and you realize you've fallen for them. You tell them everything's fixed.

I genuinely didn't know how to finish this one other than all's well ends well hope you enjoyed

SO ANOYONE WANNA TELL ME WHY THERE IS BARELY ANY HANAHAKI FICS FOR THE DCA BOYS?????

Like listen- I'm not the biggest fan of angst. It's not really my cuppa tea, y'know? But I LOVE the hanahaki disease trope in fanfiction. It's the one piece of angst I will always be willing to cry for! But I just realized that there is so little of it for the DCA boys in x reader fics, and I'm just over here like: D:> !?

Like- IT'S SUCH A GOOD TROPE AND HARDLY ANYONE IS TAKING THE OPPERTUNITY TO USE IT IN THE DCA FANDOM!!! All my writing buddies out there- PLEASE write Hanahaki disease fics for DCA x Reader, I don't do fanfiction and I can barely write as is. I will literally kiss you if I find you wrote some.

Sincerely

Your gay little mouse

I'm back on my bullshit w angst/hurt comfort because I finally finished all the hyper intensive school work I had so I'm writing up some Hanahaki Bowuigi so be on the lookout 👀👀

Hanahaki Bowuigi

Tehe I'm back 💋

HEAR ME OUT OKAY! You might think that oh yeah because Luigi is timid he'd be our poor victim, BUT OH CONTRAIRE LITTLE BISCUIT TIS BOWSER WITH THINE FLEUR DE BLOOD!

Due to Bowsers pride and natural aversion towards soft emotions he doesn't even realize that shit until Kammy or Kamek points it out to him. Kammy is trying to give him advice and Kamek only gives him sass™ further pushing him away from acting.

After a while of being partnered with Luigi out of nowhere and on rare occasions they get used to one another and even cheer for each other even if they aren't on the same team. It's a comfortable friendship and Bowser likes this new side he sees of him.

Eventually they become so comfortable Bowser invites Luigi on vacation with his family to a Cheep Cheep Island he owns. Junior loves him as his playmate instantly. Wendy bonds with him over their mutual love if dresses and encourages her to become a fashion designer and make a gun dress, on accident. Morton and Roy both like him because he can cook and helps them out with their lady issues.

Ludwig doesn't like Weeg for a while because he thinks he's a spy or something and thinks he'll try to break up their family. Iggy is almost in the same boat until he realizes that he wouldn't hurt anyone and poses no real threat it helps that he shows an interest in his inventions.

Larry is on the fence at first because he loves Wendy and Ludwig very much and values their opinion but he eventually decides he likes Weeg after joining in on their food fight. Lemmy is in the same boat as Larry, but quicker because Lu helps him calm down one of his brothers after a prank goes awry.

Seeing all this changes something in Bowser. He becomes more... feral. He becomes more protective of what his instincts consider his mate. He does his best to keep it at bay as to not scare Luigi. The longer this goes on the more he considers the surgery to remove his feelings entirely, he needs to take care of his children and he can still take care of them even if he won't feel love for them anymore.

Kamek and Kammy notice amidst their insistent bickering. They decide to be as subtle as a tank engine to persuade him to finally tell Weej and after much resistance he promises he will because the great king Bowser fears nothing!

Overtime Luigi notices how standoffish and strained Bowser seems now, even if he's more protective and hovering nearby more often than not. For a time he chooses not to say anything until he notices the cough.

Bowser had been holding back for a while before the flowers started to bloom in his chest. What was worse was that they were also growing through his shell. Scarlet Carnations filled both his waking thoughts and resting mind. It would take him hours of furious yanking to finally look normal again. Until he misses one

Luigi immediately asks him who is it. Who is it that couldn't love him? Bowser eventually spills while Luigi breaks down in front of him. Luigi doesn't get a word out before Bowser leaves acting rashly, thinking he made him feel so bad that he didn't feel the same he leaves to go through with the surgery.

Luigi tells Mario and Peach, they're married, of course the kids overhear and they know where to go and they go quickly to stop the surgery after Bowsers already been put under.

Bowser wakes up in his bed and he can still feel and Luigi yells at him about his actions and how they would have effected everyone especially the kids. Luigi finally gets to the part where it would affect him. He says he would miss him and heartbroken. He confesses his feelings for him and shows his own flowers to Bowser, they had only just started and thus begins the rest of their lives together. ❤️

Background stuffs

Bowser coerced the doctors into doing the surgery that quickly that's how he could do it so fast.

They have raging... Smut after also the older kids are happy ab this they had bets going

Kammy and Kamek are basically Bowsers parents in this.

Luigi becomes king along side Bowser and the koopas are pretty pleased with the change of treatment going forward. Everything's good ❤️

Hanahaki Disease: illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.

angst art meme request. youre welcome

Hanahaki Disease

Hanahaki Disease: Deadly, High chance that the one you love doesn’t love you back, The favorite flowers of the person you love will grow in your lungs to slowly suffocate you, You will cough the petals of the flower growing in your lungs up with blood (The flower will slowly over the time span start to become a full flower), will get worse if not treated in the time range of 1 and half a month

Symbolizes: Keeping your feelings pent up and letting them slowly suffocate you from the inside as you make no sound

3/5 way: Surgically removed-will cause losing feelings for the loved person-can cause forgetting the loved person-can cause losing the ability to fall in love or love in general, The loved person loves you as well-The person you fell in love with loves you as well-will make the Disease disappear in an instant, The Disease will kill you by suffocating you and making you cough up petals with blood

Requirements: To get the Disease you need to love someone with a high chance for you to think the person doesn’t love you back-if you think that consciously or not

Time left: If you get the Disease then you will have about 1 and half a month left to live, the condition will worsen over that time span until you heal it or die from it

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- Xelah

A question for Remnant's Scholars

If one were to have a Flower themes Semblance, would inducing a faux hanahaki disease on your enemies be possible? (Sorry I just got very interested in Hanahaki disease right now for some reason.)

Hanahaki Team VAGB Ver.

If my characters were going through Hanahaki disease these would the flowers they would cough up.

Valentine - Apple and Cherry Blossoms

Alister - Rosa "Eden" and Plumeria Flowers

Gabriel - Madona Lilies and Rosemary Flowers

Bryer - Sweet Briar flowers and Hycanthus flowers

The weeping cherry blossom

Eddie Alette x GN Reader Hanahaki AU

[ Eddie belongs to @xoxoalette ]

CW- Angst, Mentions of blood, gore, death, and insinuation of murder. And slightly ooc Eddie :3 word count- 1607

This was absurd. And this was getting out of hand.

Eddie Alette tried to regulate his breathing, focusing on the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. To calm his traitorous heart that seemed to have a mind of its own around you. Surely, you weren’t so ignorant right? Surely, you must hear the persistent crunch of his jaw clenching and unclenching. How had you not noticed the crease between his brows that he bore like the first cracks on his fine statuesque face?

The lecture today seemed to stretch. The professor’s voice was nothing but a distant echo buried under the tidal wave of your cloying presence beside him. The cold late winter breeze hurtled in through a window nearby and kissed your skin, making the dusting of pink on your cheeks more prominent and Eddie felt the firm jolt of something deep within his chest settle its roots.

A choke…a cough…and a loud desperate swallow of air, made him sit up straighter in alarm and swear under his breath. Clutching a hand to his mouth, he resisted the urge to hurl when he tasted the vanilla and oranges on the flirty breeze that had sifted through your locks and attacked his senses.

He could feel it coming. It fluttered in his throat like dread, bile and the sickening sweetness that enveloped each pore on his body, slowly smothering him with every gulp of air he heaved.

Unable to take it anymore, he hurriedly rose from his seat.The legs of the chair scraped roughly on the ground, before it hit the floor with a loud clatter. He had to escape now or else everyone would know. Even worse, you would know, and he simply wouldn't have it.

Your eyes and several others’ snapped towards the silver haired man who was frantically shoving his belongings in his backpack as if possessed.

“Mr.Alette, any problems?” the professor inquired brusquely.

“Yes” he spat, mismatched eyes flitting to yours and holding them captive as he conveyed a multitude of things he hated about you, through his withering glare alone. 

With some effort, he broke eye contact and looked towards the lecturer who grew impatient, the longer this interruption lasted, “I’m feeling woozy. Suffocated” he muttered and you rolled your eyes at the barely concealed jab at your expense.

“Alright you're excused” the old professor waved a hand dismissing Eddie and jumped back where he had left off. 

Yet your attention was stolen. Your gaze never broke its silent vigil of the man whom you were partnered with for an assignment. The man who never hid his distaste with your general presence.

The man who intrigued yet irritated you to no ends. 

‘Would it kill him to smile sometimes?’ you mused, lips pursed as you watched him leave.

Little did you know, if Eddie ever let that first bloom of a loving smile touch his lips, he would not be the only one dying that day.

* * *

Weeks. It had been weeks since that unfateful day, when you were partnered with him by the professor for the assignment. He had hemmed and hawed but still somehow managed to tolerate your presence just fine until that evening.

If he could pinpoint the exact second where it all went downhill, he would sell his soul to go back in time and end this right then and there. 

End you.

It would be easier wouldn't it? Perhaps it would be better than lying in a mess of his own blood. Congealed with sakura petals that clung to his bare chest, a pathetic evidence of his love for you.

Love. The term tasted bitter on his tongue, and it disgusted him to feel his chest ache each time you were around. What was it about you that made him want to cherish yet obliterate every memory he held of you?

It was a hard thing for Eddie to come to terms with the first time it happened. His mismatched eyes had squinted and burned holes into the X-ray his doctor had handed him after running all the necessary tests.

“You’re dying Mr.Alette” he had stated bluntly, “It's a rare condition, not incurable but still painful” the wizened man had looked at Eddie with such pity that he wanted to do nothing but to hunt you down and show you, just how much he loved you at that moment.

The thought had tickled his fancy and taken up his imagination on several occasions between slow hours at work. More so than he liked to admit. Would you scream, cry or silently take the pain he would inflict on you? 

Would you then understand the way his lungs burned each time the flowery blooms surged up his throat and took an ounce of his life with them? Will you sympathize with the way his heart contracted within its cage and begged to be held by you?

Will you…would you…then love him back?

Eddie sank further into his bed, his snowy lashes fluttered gently as he stared absently at the ceiling of his room, haunted by these incessant questions rattling in his mind.

Autumn had fallen for the cold caress of winter and winter soon melted for the new blush of spring, yet the raging war between his mind and heart never seemed to find its victor.

On some days he hated you. With a vile pettiness for not loving him back. And on others he loved you so passionately that he happily wanted to wilt away as the tree of your love bloomed and spread its branches within his chest. 

* * *

Summer was soon approaching and Eddie was at his limits. The episodes had increased tenfold making him weaker than ever.

So as he sat crouching beside the tub in his bathroom, body trembling with the amount of blood and petals he had hurled, a bitter laugh escaped him. The cruel reality of his feelings surged like wild tears to his glinting eyes and threatened to choke him with the beautiful pain again.

He bit back a sigh and rested his head on the cold tiled wall. The air sneaked in from underneath the door and cooled the beads of sweat rolling down his head and chest. 

With a shaky grip on his phone, and a finality about him Eddie dialed a number.

* * *

Warm sunlight filtered through the gaps between the shades lining the window of the hospital room. Eddie’s hair was splayed upon the pillow like a silver halo. Beautiful eyes blinked slowly as they adjusted to the brightness in the room.

He could hear the faint murmur of a conversation between his sister and the doctor as they discussed when he was to be discharged.

His body was spry. He felt lighter than ever, yet something weighed heavy on his subconscious mind. That gnawing feeling of forgetting something important, made it difficult for him to rest well. 

He knew that he was sick. Remembered that he had undergone surgery. But there seemed to be a gaping hole in his memories surrounding his illness.

 No matter the amount of times he pestered Diva about his memory loss, she would evasively change the subject. Or would parrot the doctor and tell him that this was normal and he was experiencing the side effects of his treatment.

He didn't notice the way she quietly slid a polaroid into her purse, safely tucking it away from his sight. For Diva simply didn't have the heart to tell him about the way they had to pry the picture from his fingers, as he was rushed into surgery.

About how she had found him, unconscious on his bathroom floor. The way he had desperately tried to remember you. Or the fact that his last call to you had gone straight to voicemail.

She had half a mind to find a secluded corner and burn that little picture to smoke. To wipe away the evening that had almost made her lose her brother. Later, Maybe when she had less pressing matters to attend to.

* * *

The summer break seemed like it would go on forever. Diva sighed as she rolled around in her bed, finding a comfortable position until she finally settled on her stomach. She continued flipping through her photo albums, occasionally pausing to coo and marvel at some silly or goofy pictures that caught her attention. The loud whirr of the lawn mower alerted her of Eddie’s presence outside in the garden.

Her brother had gone back to his normal, strict routine and jobs. He had taken more of them to fill the dent left behind by his surgery on his bank account. 

She hummed under her breath, until her fingers paused and her eyes found a polaroid with the bottom corner singed. A small smile tugged at her pouty lips as she thumbed along the edge of the photo.

It was a picture of Eddie. His eyes shone with amusement and a rare sweet grin adorned his lips as he looked upon your sleeping form on the table, seated next to him. 

You had come over for your assignment. And halfway through the evening, ended up dozing, clutching the ends of Eddie’s hoodie in your grasp, like a vice. Although stoic around you most times, Diva had caught her brother, watching you softly as you curled up in sleep, unaware.

She wasn't able to resist then, when she had sneakily captured the moment on her camera. And she wasn't able to entirely burn the picture, knowing that even though his memories of you were now gone, Eddie had still loved you. Loved you enough to throw his life away.

HANAHAKI! Barbatos X GN!Reader

Character Count: 4,797 (892 words)

Content Warning: Obvious angst, mentions of blood, slight implications of self-harm (depends on how you view it really, though), & death.

Prologue: He couldn't believe it. He was in disbelief as he realised what had happened. He coughed up a petal. He had caught the hanahaki disease.

Barbatos had been infatuated with you ever since you arrived and had been yearning to get closer to you, but due to his position as the royal butler and your busy schedule with school along with the demon brothers constantly at your side, it made it quite difficult for him.

As for you, you had been interested in Barbatos as well and also wished to be close to him but you just never had the time. All you could do was observe each other from afar.

The first to get Hanahaki was Barbatos. As he was doing his usual duties, he suddenly coughed, when he looked into his hand, he was shocked to find a petal. But he immediately brushed it off as he was arranging a flower bouquet for one of the vases around the castle.

As time went on, his feelings for you got stronger, and so did the Hanahaki. Once Barbatos realised that the petals came from him, he knew he had it. He knew that he would have to confess his feelings for you, but he feared that you would not reciprocate it, or get the surgery but he refused to lose these precious feelings.

You were the first person in his entirety of living that he had caught feelings for, and he truly believed that you were the one. And so, he hid his disease from everyone.

He hid it so well that nobody could tell a thing, but it was obvious that Barbatos was getting more tired and drained every day. Diavolo notices this one day and he points it out, Barbatos brushes it off but Diavolo orders him to have the rest of the day off so he could recover.

As Barbatos rested in his room, he started to violently cough up bloodied flowers. He knew that this would be the end, and he decides to write a letter to you using his remaining energy. The letter reads:

"My dearest Y/N,

I'm truly sorry you find out this way. I've had feelings for you ever since we met, I never confessed as I had feared that you might not reciprocate. I could have used my powers to tell yes, but I knew that it would be overstepping your boundaries and so I didn't pry any further.

I am truly sorry again for not confessing. I wish we had spent more time together, I love you so much, Y/N. I hope you find someone lovely and amazing, who would love you as much as I do. Please take care of yourself and I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me...

-Sincerely,

Barbatos."

And as he finishes the letter, he coughs up his last bloodied flower and slouches over his desk as flowers bloom in his lungs and throat, completely taking over his respiratory system.

Diavolo finds his body the next day and is in absolute shambles. Word eventually reaches everyone and it causes distraught and disbelief to everyone. You took it the hardest out of all of them. When they handed you the letter, you couldn't even bring yourself to open it as it reminded you of Barbados.

"Barbatos could've easily avoided this! He could've used his powers to shift into a different timeline!!! So why?!?!? Why didn't he?!?" You exclaimed in between sobs.

As you grieved, you lashed out at everyone who tried to comfort you, completely shutting them out and ruining your relationships. You had completely shut yourself off from everyone in your room and every time you went out, you would only look more sad and tired. All everyone could do was watch as you destroyed yourself.

As you cried yourself to sleep once more, you started to cough uncontrollably, as you looked into your hands, you find several bloodied petals and you knew you had caught it too. You knew how to stop this but you didn't want to lose your feelings for Barbatos.

You didn't want the surgery, it made your heart ache every time you thought of it. So it was only a matter of time. So this made you decide to turn your life around.

You apologized to everyone, went out more, and opened up more, but you've never told anyone that you caught the Hanahaki disease as well.

To everyone, it seemed that you were finally over it, and you even opened the letter Barbatos left you.

But it was all a facade, you would constantly excuse yourself to cough up more bloodied flowers and would constantly be in agony every night.

One day, as the hanahaki got worse, you decided to skip class to rest in your room, Lucifer let this slide as he could visibly see how sickly you look.

You knew that this would be your last day as well and as you cough up flowers on your bed, you decided to send a mass text to everyone, saying:

"I'm sorry, everyone."

And as you send off the mass text, you cough up your last flower and you whisper. "I'm coming, my love." You close your eyes as you lay on your bed, letting the Hanahaki take over your lungs and throat.

The End.

Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.

For the angsty art meme- @emily-emile requested Blecky with 🌹 - Hanahaki disease

Thanks for being patient! This was a lot of fun to do!

AAH-

Hanahaki disease? PLEASE? RAGGYRIBBON??

i drew a thing

I drew a thing and I'm actually pretty proud of it woah

I made it. I couldn't wait for anyone so here. Roach isn't in it yet. Only mentioned Ghost once.

Fanfic idea (Hanahaki AU)

The title:

"In flowers, we thrive, growing a garden of hope amid life's challenges."

SoapGhostRoach endgame, with a GhostRoach start.

Angst with a happy ending.

∆ Rough outline:

Soap falls in love with Ghost during the Las Alamos mission, but knows it's unrequited because Ghost is already dating and engaged to Roach.

(Later on) Worse for Soap, he realized he fell in love with Roach as well.

∆ The AU:

Flowers represent the feelings for the person or their personality. If in love with more than 1 person, another flower type adds to the existing one. Even if they fall in love with another and don't get rejected, the sickness will not go away, and the flowers will stay the same. Although it noticeably prolongs victims' lives.

The sickness itself is rare but still common enough that people know the ins and outs of it. Symptoms and reason for these specific flowers are known. If rejected face to face, the person dies after a week, with beautiful flowers growing out of their body and on the soil (after they get buried). The flowers will continue to grow, until the person who rejected the patient forgets them. Huge respect is paid to those specific graves. Relatives leave a spider lily.

Newly affected leave an orchid on the altar to honor their deceased siblings. The graves of people who had it are located in a separate graveyard with an altar in the middle which is looked over by gardeners to ensure the long life of the orchids left and maintenance of the graves.

∆ Stages:

1 Stage: Petals, no blood. Lasts 1 month.

2 Stage: Petals, blood. Last 3 months

3 Stage: Groups of petals with occasional buds of flowers (closed), blood. Last 5 months

4 Stage: Buds both closed and blooming. Lasts 7 months. Problems with iron levels.

5 Stage: Flowers start to grow in and on the person. Most people ask to be unalived as living in these conditions is hell. Dead in 2 weeks upon reaching this stage.

∆ The military has strict rules about soldiers who have it:

1. The document about the affected are classified to everyone but their commander. In the document there's a date of the beginning, flower type and the love interest.

2. Soldiers are suggested to not confess their feelings so as to not waste valuable resources in the event of rejection.

3. Soldiers who still want to confess have to notify the commander. The commander will then assign a suicide mission to the person in case they get rejected. If not, the mission is off.

4. The sickness comes with an option to retire with an honor. If not, the soldier is honorably discharged on the 4th stage.

∆ Flowers:

Ghost - Purple lilac (symbolizes first love among other things)

Roach - Bird of Paradise (Symbolizes joyfulness and magnificence. It can also be used to indicate freedom and uniqueness)

What should I add, what should I change?

Why?

Why?

The question has been repeated in my mind countless times, still been asked over and over again even after he knows why. Denials can do that to you.

Is this it?

Is this how he will go? By hopeless love to someone that so unreachable.

There is only one way to find out, as roots, branches, and flowers stuffing his lung, making his breath shorter every minute passes, taking his life force at the same pace.

~*~

Just an old fic of mine that I decide to post here with the additional moodboard :)

Could I request Blue Exorcist Lucifer x female reader angst and fluff fic? Please and thank you! And I hope you have a great weekend!

Of course <3 and thanks! You too :3

The flower shop

Hanahaki AU

Reader works at a flower shop

Warnings: Slight angst to fluff

It was a small flower shop you worked at. Quaint, as most would describe it. But it had a homely feel to it. Sunlight shone through the windows during day time, casting its honey glow on the plants inside, shinning off the glow of the dewdrops resting on the leaves. The serenity of the afternoon was yours to enjoy, as it had been a rather slow day today. After one of your regulars came by, buying his daily bouquet of flowers for his wife, there hadn’t been anyone else quite yet.

Just as you were lulled into a state of calm, a man entered. He was almost rather peculiar. He dressed as if he belonged in a somehow more pompous version of a marching band, or perhaps a dictator. A tuft of his blonde hair stuck out, almost like a shark fin. It was almost cute.

He looked over at me and our eyes locked, and for a moment your breathe was caught in your throat. However then, the moment ended, and he went back to perusing through the selection. A while passed until he came over to the counter, empty handed. You peered over at him curiously, wondering what he could possibly want from you.

“Do you have any red crocosmia?” He questioned, his tone was gentle yet it still had commanding undertones to it.

You responded to him, telling him you didn’t have any, but that you could get some imported in and could call him once they were here if he were to give you his name and number. And that’s how you ended up with his contact info, for work of course.

Once he came in to pick them up, he kept coming back almost every day, and you began to look forward to his visits. He was pleasant to talk too and he took interest in the things you liked and asked about them, never forgetting anything you told him. Soon enough, he asked you to get to know each other more at a coffee place which soon became a regular meet up spot for the two of you.

You liked him, loved him even, and you were going to tell him. Today. As you made your way over to your regular meet up spot, you saw something that you wished you never would have seen. It was your coworker with Lucifer. She was sitting where you sat and her hands were resting on top of his, giving them a little squeeze.

You felt your heart break into pieces as you turned and left. You were so stupid. You had only spent time with him yourself, never with someone else. You hadn’t even asked if he was taken or liked someone else. God you felt stupid. What if he only spent time with you to get with her. As you ran away you felt your airways constrict and block up as you seemingly choke on air. And that was the day you coughed up your first petal, red and layered with blood a similar shade on top. Red crocosmia.

The following few days, you take sick leaves from work, trying to figure out the cause and reason for your sudden ailment, which only seemed to get worse everytime you thought of the blonde. Finally you went to the doctor, only to hear the news, that you were dying. Your ailment, Hanahaki, could only be cured by confessing to the person you love, and having them return your feelings. Or, having a surgery done to remove your feelings entirely.

You had six months to ponder your decision, as you tried to desperately avoid the boy you were so in love with. Why on earth had you ever decided to work here, why on earth did you even take this job? You’d go in the back room, or to the bathroom when you saw Lucifer approaching the store, only leaving when he was gone.

Two months. That was how long you’d been avoiding this man so far. You would’ve made it longer, had he not come on Valentine’s Day. You were swamped with customers and there was no escape as he walked up to you. Taking your hand in his and asking if you could talk. You would have refused if your coworker hadn’t shown up and shoved you away. Now there really was no escape at all.

“Why are you been cutting me out?” Lucifer asked, something like hurt or desperation in his tone, perhaps a mix of both. He seemed almost more frail since you had last seen him, though he was just as beautiful as ever. You really did love him. You were going to die anyways, so what’s the harm in telling him really? So maybe spurred by your impending death, or maybe by the cutesie couples all around you, you let it all out.

“Because I love you. Because I love you so much that I’m dying for it. And there’s nothing I can do to make you love me back.” With that you got it all off your chest. And with that, your lungs constrict as you painfully reminded yourself of him and your coworker, who was probably just being a good girlfriend by letting him talk to you. Why did you even-

Your thoughts were cut off as his lips were pressed to yours. Your lungs seemed a thousand times lighter as you got lost in the sensation of his lips against your own.

“I love you. Only you” He said, as he pulled away from you. Before you could panic at the fact that your coworker was standing right there and you had just kissed her boyfriend, Lucifer explained everything.

“The only reason I was spending time with her, was to make a plan to ask you out. I wanted her input since you both seemed to be friends.”

Your face was stained red now, embarrassed at the misunderstanding. You nearly died because of your assumptions, and he really didn’t deserve to be ghosted. As you opened your mouth to apologize to him, for everything, he cut you off.

“I was hoping, since it’s Valentine’s Day, that you would like to spend the rest of the day with me?” He asked gently, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. Adorable. Looking over to your coworker, who gave you a thumbs up, you agreed. A day with Lucifer, what more could you possibly want?

Maybe working at the flower shop, and meeting him, wasn’t such a bad idea after all.