#genshin hanahaki oneshot

[xiaosonlybeloved]

Of Flowers and Death~ -Hanahaki AU

fem! reader x Zhongli, Zhongli x Guizhong, implied Zhongli x Lumine

warnings:- angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death, graphic descriptions of blood and violence. (lemme know if i missed anything) length-2.8k words a/n:- Mmm yes my favorite oneshot till date. stay till the end for that juicy angst haha (i have been writing for over two hours everything hurts but its worth it) Likes comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, and do check out my childe smau too!

Edit:- there is a sequel now- Regret, Guilt, Anguish

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“Oh..” you murmured in less than a whisper. You were hidden behind a few rocks; you had come to meet Morax, the god of Liyue, but your dearest friend, Guizhong, was already there with him, and it looked like they were having a moment. You couldn’t help but want to listen in, because after all it was Morax who you had loved for most of your life.

You were a foreigner to Liyue; you came from Inazuma. But you weren’t any ordinary Inazuman. You were the third and youngest of the Raiden sisters, who ruled over Inazuma itself. No one other than the archons knew about your existence, because Ei and Makoto kept you a secret, protected. Although not many knew, there had indeed been a few attempts on the lives of the Raiden sisters, and this was what they wanted to protect you from.

After you had a few centuries of battle experience and training under your bag, you were allowed to explore the world. You were not tied down with the duties of ruling Inazuma. Naturally, you attracted the attention of the gods, each one of them remarking on how you inherited all the characteristic features of the Raidens.

Only the heavens above knew how you managed to become the best friend of one of the major gods, and that too Morax. But he was the reason you chose to settle down in Liyue. As time passed, your feelings for Morax, also called Zhongli by his friends, also grew more than platonic.

Now see, you knew Morax was something of a blockhead when it came to feelings. So you didn’t think much when Morax kept sending you mixed signals. You both were immortal gods after all, you had all the time in the world. You continued to hopelessly fool yourself, thinking that just perhaps, there was a chance of him loving you back.

Then came the goddess of Dust, Guizhong. A minor goddess she was, but a wonderful one. It didn’t take her too long to make her way into everyone’s hearts, including yours and Zhongli’s. While you both quickly grew into fast friends, there was just one thing that constantly irked you. Just one. It was the way she quickly grew so incredibly close to Zhongli.’

You knew that Guizhong fancied Zhongli; she confessed it to you yourself. You were forced to merely plaster a fake smile upon your face and laugh her words off.

That brought you to this day: watching Guizhong confess to Zhongli. And the amount of heartbreaking anguish when Zhongli accepted with a smile, pulling her in close, after having remained oblivious to all your advances over the decades…. It was just… You couldn’t handle it. It was too much.

You quietly sneaked away as soon as possible. And then.. And then came the coughs and the bloodstained petals. Being from Inazuma, you knew all about it of course. Hanahaki. Needless to say, you were horrified. Since that day, you somewhat avoided the duo on the pretext of the ongoing Archon War. It was here that you showed your true battle prowess as a Raiden. You alone decimated entire armies of the enemies, leaving not even ashes.

The war went on for months. You lost many allies in fighting to ensure that Makoto and Morax got seats in the Seven. Till sundown you fought without relent, showing that even a beauty can be dangerous. At night, you gave your fallen comrades the proper, respectful  farewell they deserved. By now, only the last few contenders for the heavenly thrones were left. The last opponent for Morax was the ocean god, Osial, in Guyun Stone Forest, and his followers. Recognising the serious threat he posed, you did agree to team up with Morax to eliminate him. The path for Morax to become an archon would then become clear. Through experience, you both knew that you two together were a formidable force. 

The battle was a long and exhausting one. You both started at sunrise, and barely managed to subdue him by sundown, having understood that even with their combined power, they would not be able to kill Osial. You both went back to your makeshift camp, looking forward to just resting for the night. Thank the gods you had very few coughing fits during the battle.

And yet, the moment you stepped past the protected borders, you felt that familiar eerie chill that crept up your spine. The heavy silence that hung ominously, the one that meant something was dreadfully, terribly wrong. And you were right. You took in the scene. The five Yakshas of Liyue were present, and they seemed to be sealing some sort of hexagonal structure, which was suspended above a figure. And the figure…

Was Guizhong.

Any dislike you harboured towards the Goddess of Dust disappeared as you laid your eyes upon the figure that had been turned to stone. The first and utmost thought in your mind was that something was wrong with your second best friend. Evidently Morax had come to the same conclusion. He let out a strangled sound as you both ran towards what remained of Guizhong. As you both gingerly touched her as if she was made of glass instead of stone, you knew. It was clear- Guizhong was no more.

Despite your stormy emotions, it seemed you were capable of only letting out a few tears. Morax seemed to be physically incapable of crying, yet his emotions were plainly displayed on his face for all to see. 

That night, you stayed with Morax, doing your best to comfort him, despite needing comfort yourself. Neither of you had any more tears to shed. 

That night, Morax has emerged as one of the Seven with your help, but you both lost Guizhong along the way.

~◈~

2 millenia had passed since the Archon War, and it left its scars on everyone. However, you could be lying if you said that you didn’t feel relieved that Guizhong was out of the way. You also felt guilty for feeling like that. But it was rather funny, how you managed to survive with your hanahaki for 2000 years, while most died within a few months. You supposed the reason was that Morax, who now completely lived as the mortal Zhongli in the Harbor, was seriously the absolute master at giving out mixed signals. He often unknowingly did things that lovers did, giving you hope. Yet that hope gets squashed a few days later, and the cycle continues. In all honesty, the hanahaki wasn’t really a big problem, more like a chronic disease that you had come to accept as a part of your life.

You knew that while Zhongli had mostly recovered by now, he still irrationally blamed himself for Guizhong’s death. You often told him to move on, yet he never said anything. You could see how opposed he was to the idea though. That’s why it was a surprise when he invited you to his office in the funeral parlor right after you returned from Inazuma. You could see on his face that there was something that pleased him. He first enquired about your travels and stuff, then said, “[name], do you remember how you’ve always told me to move on?” “Oh yes. Have you been thinking about that?” “Indeed. Although Guizhong will always have a special place in my heart, I believe that I am now ready to mingle again. I realised recently… that I have feelings for someone new.” 

You couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement you felt on hearing those words.Was this finally it? “That’s great Zhongli! Who is it?” “Do you know the Traveler, Lumine? It’s her. I met her a while back, when you were out on your travels. I love her so much.” He proceeded to tell you all about Lumine. He was lovestruck and you could see that. With every word he spoke, you felt your heart drop more into your stomach. You were doomed. Utterly doomed.

All this time, you’d just been deluding yourself, lying to yourself. He had never loved you, and he never would. You were struggling to keep your easy smile glued to your face as yet again, you felt something rise up your throat. You politely managed to excuse yourself, your voice coming out all scratchy and raw. Once you walked out of his cabin, you sprinted towards the confines of your home. By the time you locked yourself in, some petals had already escaped and blood was smeared across your palm. 

You were hunched over the sink, which was already full of flowers and blood within a few minutes. It hurt. Everything did, both your body and your broken heart. You knew your impending death was near, because never had your hanahaki been this severe. You couldn’t undergo the surgery because Zhongli was a massive part of your life, and simply forgetting about him would raise a barrage of questions. Plus, you still loved Zhongli too much to forget about him, despite the fact that somewhere deep down, you always knew that he’d never love you back.

~◈~

Your time was very close. The past few days had been spent isolated into the confines of your home, claiming to be exhausted from your latest journey whenever someone came to visit. Funnily enough, today was the day when Zhongli’s former love, and your former best friend, Guizhong, had died. In short, her death anniversary. Seemed it would be yours too.

You usually avoided visiting Guizhong’s memorial and burial site, which was in an isolated cave near Liyue Harbour. However today you thought it was fitting for you to pay your respects to her for the last time. And so, you dragged yourself out in the early morning, before sunrise. You left before anyone could see you, before he could see you.

By the time you are at your destination, your condition has significantly worsened due to the physical strain. It’s all you can do to respectfully place the flowers beside her memorial and lean against the wall. You began to speak to no one in particular in a cracked voice. “Hey Gui…? I hope.. You are at.. Peace… Just know that… I’ve never… hated you.. You’ve always been my.. Best friend.”

“How lucky you were… to be loved by Zhongli.”

Your throat choked up, not because of emotion, but because of another bout of bloody flowers. Not wanting to die there because he would see you, you got yourself out and into another deserted cave just beside. Not the best, but you had no choice. You had merely left a few petals at the entrance of both caves and a faint trail of blood in between.

By now, you had fallen to the ground in searing agony as flower after bloodstained flower forced its way out of your raw throat. You were lying on a bed of the flowers you yourself had coughed out.

How long it had been, you did not know. Perhaps minutes, perhaps hours. You started coughing again, not a moment’s respite. Your life force was almost completely drained. Any moment now.. You would be free.

It was then that you heard a horrified voice ring through the silence. “[Name]!”

~◈~ 

Zhongli was up at sunrise. Despite his new love, his mood was somber- it was Guizhong’s death anniversary. He had every intention to continue visiting her memorial. As usual, he sought you out. There was a rare chance that if you were in the mood, you would accompany him to pay respects to Guizhong. Yet when he knocked at your door several times and received no response, he chose to leave you alone, despite being slightly worried. You usually did respond at the very least, but he was sure you were alright,

He stopped short in front of the cave which housed Guizhong’s memorial. There was a fresh bouquet of Glaze lilies. But who brought them here? Especially since this place was practically unheard of. He took a few quick steps forward and kneeled down to inspect the bouquet. His heart lurched.

Attached to the bouquet was a small note that said, ‘To my dearest best friend, Guizhong.’ There was no name, but he recognised the handwriting well enough. [name] had already been here. Without him? Was there a reason?

His eyes were drawn to something else too. Relatively new footprints in the soil. And blood.

Blood?

His heavy footsteps echoed in the cave as he quickly walked out, following the faint trail of footprints, blood and petals. They were leading him to a nearby cave. His heart rate accelerated as he heard heavy coughing.  And behold the sight that awaited him- an utterly pretty bed of flowers and petals stained in a blood red, and someone coughing while lying on it.

“[Name]!” He cried out, completely horrified.

You curled into yourself even more on hearing his voice. All you wanted was to die in peace, why did he have to make things more difficult? Why did he have to come here? The flowers started choking and constricting your throat on their way up, ever more unrelenting, fueled by the appearance of the one who caused them. It was so hard to breathe… Just a bit more…

You felt yourself being gently lifted into someone’s strong and warm embrace. You weakly met Zhongli’s eyes, which were full of panic. You’d only seen him lose his composure like this once before, his fear more than evident on his face. “[name]- I- What happened? Please, tell me! I- I can’t lose you too!” He exclaimed frantically, feeling your life ebb away second by second, with each cough that released blood and Glaze lilies.

Your throat constricted even more, making it excessively hard to breathe. You just wanted to rest, It was all you could do to force a few broken words from your raw throat.

“...Hana..haki…” That was all Zhongli needed to know to understand. His pupils dilated in fear even more. “Who.. Who is it who made you suffer this way?” Zhongli whispered, unable to take in your completely broken state. You didn’t respond for a few moments, feeling your eyelids shut. You forced them open, not wanting to leave him hanging. “Always.. Loved you.. Always will… Be happy.. For me.. Okay? That is my last wish.” You weakly tried to reach a hand towards Zhongli, who instantly grasped it tightly in hsi, and pressed it against his face, as the realisation hit him like a truck. “What..?” He whispered softly.

Your eyes started to droop again, and you gave in, feeling nothing but qa soft ringing in your ears as your senses dulled. “[name], no, please don’t leave me!” Zhongli cried out in panic, grief and anguish, seeing you slip away from him. You simply let a small smile rest on his face as you whispered, “Just.. sleeping.. Tired.” Unable to accept your fate, he whispered, “Sleep well then, my dearest.”

But you never lived to hear that.

Because then you moved no more.

Was fate trying to mock him with [name] dying in his arms, in front of him, on the same day as Guizhong’s death? You were always there for him, always there with him, until you weren’t. And never in his immortal life was Zhongli able to forgive himself for this, knowing that he was the reason you were dead.

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[lovelyney]

─────────𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒──────

DESC: “Maybe he shouldn’t have hidden his feelings behind harsh words and accusations,” he thought as he stared at your lifeless body.

PAIRINGS: Tighnari x (GN!) Reader

SCENT: angst

WARNINGS: hanahaki, throwing up, blood, tighnari’s a dick, dead dove do not eat.

GOOD ENDING.

FLORIST’S NOTE: here it is! finally. also, autosave feature? bless u, tumblr gods.

FLORIST’S NOTE﹙02﹚: uh Fawn here a few months after this was published </3 i'm super flattered you all like this so much; truthfully, i'm very insecure about my ability to write good angst, so it means so much!!

SONG: Secret Garden ― Empath-P

YOU OBSERVED WITH DEFEATED EYES as Tighnari, yet again, swaddled your hands in gauze. You tried to take out a Withering Zone by yourself, wanting to help clear his schedule. However, despite having a vision of your own, you weren’t very familiar with the process and ended up getting hurt, much to the forest ranger’s dismay. 

Your throat ran dry as you struggled to find the right words to say without upsetting him more. It was clear he was about to snap at any moment, so you chose to stay silent, despite your anxiety eating away at the stillness.

“(NAME) for the last time, stop biting off more than you can chew,” the fox-eared boy berated, his gaze as bitter as the medicine he brews. “What was the point in bothering with something you clearly had no idea how to deal with? were you begging for a death wish?” 

You swallowed thickly, your stomach churning as he awaited your response. “My only intention was to take some of the burdens off your shoulders. . .” You answered feebly.

With an exasperated sigh, he rubbed his temples in frustration. “So you wanted to help me and ended up doing the exact opposite? Yeah, that sounds about right. 

“(NAME) this is what? The fifth time you’ve gotten yourself hurt trying to ‘help?’ Don’t you realize you’re only making things harder for the both of us?” Tighnari crossed his arms against his chest, growing more impatient with you by the minute. “Achons, we’re going to run out of medical supplies if you keep getting into situations like these. Can’t you learn to take a hint?” 

The harsh tone of his voice engulfed you in shame, his words ripping your heart into shreds. “I—I just—” your attempt to defend yourself was met with the burning stare of his multicolored eyes. 

He chastised, “save it, (NAME). You give me the same exact excuse every. single. time. Taking care of you like this again is already a migraine as it is.” With that, he packed the medical supplies into his backpack, not sparing you another glance. 

Tighnari criticizing and reminding you how all you do is pull everyone down had become routine by this point. He never told you directly that burdened everyone, yet he clearly didn’t care about hurting your feelings, so you never understood why he didn’t just give it to you straight.

He never acted so rashly to the other trainees, so it led you to believe that it was personal. That said, you don’t know what you did to make him hate you so much. And to add salt to the wound, you admired Tighnari a lot. Hidden beneath his sarcastic nature, he was diligent and dedicated to his work. You could tell he cared for everyone within the confines of the forest, although you highly doubted that to be your case. 

As you carefully observed him, you not-so-surprisingly developed feelings for him. You find it hard to believe now, but he treated you gently when you first met him. That memory felt so foreign after all he did was suffocate you with his accusations. Since then, you shoveled your feelings into the very back of your mind. 

“Are you even listening, (NAME)?” badgered Tighnari, snapping you out of your depressive reverie. 

Nodding slowly, you chewed the inside of your cheek, feeling your emotions consume you from the inside out. “Y—Yes, of course, Master. . .” 

“Really? Because ever since I got here, you’ve done nothing but stare at the ground helplessly.” He shook his head and sighed in defeat, “whatever. It’s not like you ever heed my advice anyways.

“Collei and I are going to be gone for a few days on an expedition. You are not to leave Gandhara Ville until I return. Do I make myself clear?” he said, his large ears flicking in aggravation.

That immediately grabbed your attention as your eyes shot open. You deflected, “I—I’m sorry?! Tighnari, I get that you’re mad at me and all, but I am not a child! I don’t need supervision!” Your face burned hot with humiliation as tears formed in your eyes. 

Tighnari’s eyes softened briefly at your defeated expression before returning to their normal venomous state. “Then quit giving me a reason to treat you like one, (NAME). Now, I’ll be taking my leave.” Before you could answer, he left your room, leaving you alone in your misery. 

After a few minutes of silence, Collei wandered in, her gaze saddening as she regarded your trembling figure. “Oh, (NAME). . .” She lamented and sat next to you, gingerly wrapping her arms around you. “I’m—I’m sorry. . . I don’t know why he’s been treating you so horribly lately; he’s usually never like this. . .” Muttered the girl as she rubbed circles on your back. “I’ll talk to him, o-okay? Please don’t cry. . .” 

Withdrawing from your friend’s hold, you rubbed away your tears with a forced smile in hopes of comforting her. “Don’t worry about me, Collei. I’ll—I’ll be alright,” you soothed, your weakened voice revealing the truth behind your words. 

Tighnari peeked his head over the opening, swallowing thickly when he noticed your tear-stained cheeks. “Collei, come with me, would you? I need to have a word with you.” He dictated, averting his regard away from you.

The girl perked up, “y—yes, Master!” She stood up and turned to you, carefully bringing your head to her chest once more. “I’ll figure something out, okay? D—Don’t worry,” she assured before bidding you goodbye and following Tighnari out. 

After the two left your line of sight, your throat and chest tightened. Scrambling into the bathroom, you stumbled over, suddenly coughing violently. You wiped the sweat from your temple, sighing in relief when it ceased. “What caused that I wonder?” You questioned and fluttered open your eyes. While staring downward at what appeared to be lotus petals, you suddenly felt overwhelming dizzy. Had it gotten that bad?

Your hands clutched your chest as bile burned your esophagus. You weakly shoved yourself up and flushed the toilet. You knew that hanahaki was life-threatening if not treated immediately. However, confessing seemed impossible given the circumstances of your relationship and who you’re in love with. Your other option was to have it surgically removed, but that also meant removing your capability to feel emotions. Nevertheless, you wanted to be a forest ranger like Tighnari and help people, so you’d much rather die of the flower that bloomed in your chest than be an empty husk and not feel anything. 

Laying on your bed, you watched Tighnari and Collei converse—probably about your probation if you were to be completely honest. You let out a meek laugh and closed your eyes, allowing your body and mind some well-deserved rest.

“Maybe if this disease takes me, I won’t burden him anymore. . .”

The following morning was horrible. Following your wake-up, you had to race to the bathroom to throw up again; your lungs and chest burned from how fierce the fits were. Making matters worse, you got far from enough sleep because of the feeling of lotuses climbing your throat.

“(NAME)? It’s Collei! I just wanted to check on you before Master and I head out!”

Your eyes flew open at your friend’s voice. Shit. She wouldn’t take this well at all. Quickly flushing the toilet, you grabbed a towel and patted your face dry, hoping your tiredness wasn’t evident. 

“(NAME)? Are—are you alright?” She worried and walked into your bedroom. Her expression dimmed upon taking in your condition. “You look so tired! Did you not get enough sleep?” Fuck.

You compelled a weak smile, “I—I’m fine! Don’t worry about me, I’m just a little—” Your sentence stopped midway as you covered your mouth, hacking up more bloodied petals. Your hanahaki did not seem to appreciate you lying about your feelings for the sake of others. 

Collei paled immensely, her hand going to mimic your own. “(NAME). . . You—you’re. . .” Tears welled in her rose-colored eyes as she watched you recover. “We have to tell—”

“NO!” you interjected sharply. Sighing, you let out a quiet apology. “I—I’m sorry. . . I didn’t mean to yell like that. I just. . . please don’t tell Tighnari.” You muttered, voice enfeebled from your lack of sleep.

“B—But, (NAME). . . If y-you don’t get help. . .” 

“I know. But I don’t think I can take any more of his disdains. especially when he’s—” You, or rather the hanahaki, cut you off as more petals emerged from your throat and onto your shaking hands.  

Seeing the connection, her eyes softened. She lamented, “oh, (NAME). . . You like him, don’t you?” Her arms circled around you, “please, I—I don’t want to lose you. I promise I’ll talk him into apologizing! You don’t deserve this. . .”

Shaking your head, you gently patted the girl’s hair, her heartfelt words shattering your heart furthermore. “Collei, I—I’m not sure I can promise anything at this rate. . .” You imparted. “I’m not sure if Tighnari is someone you can reason with, as well. . .” 

“Collei? It’s time to go,” Tighnari announced from outside. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. . .

The green-haired girl pulled away from you, looking at your (COLOR) eyes with her own pleading ones. “Everything will be alright, okay? I promise. . .” She sniffled.

You nodded despite your views contradicting hers. Watching her leave, your gaze, hopeless and cold, flickered to Tighnari. You couldn’t help but wonder what occupied his mind; has he even thought of you and how you felt once? Probably not. 

The fox-eared ranger caught a glimpse of your eyes and shivered; that’s right, shivered. The way they looked so dull put a pit in his stomach, and he couldn’t tell why at the time. He looked at his student curiously, “what were you two talking about?”

Collei sighed, “i-it was nothing, Master. . .” 

The realization that you didn’t have much time left dawned on you as you gazed in the mirror. Your once bright and lively eyes were now dulled and impassive, almost as if you’d already gotten the surgery. You heeded Tighnari’s words, staying locked inside your hut and not bothering anybody. After all, that’s what he wanted, right?

Your condition worsened faster than you initially hoped. Every day and night, you retched at least five blood-covered lotuses, leaving you more weakened than the last. You couldn’t even estimate how much blood you had lost by now. With each passing second, your life slipped from your fingers like grains of sand. It seemed to tease you with the thought of death, never actually finishing you off—until now. In most cases, people have at least a few weeks to make the choice; you, unfortunately, did not with how fast your feelings developed. 

Reaching up, you wiped the blood from your lips, leaving a metallic taste in your mouth. Normally you would be grossed out by it, but it was almost comforting by now because it signaled you didn’t have to endure this pain much longer.

You staggered to your desk and pulled out a few things: an envelope, a piece of paper, and a quill. Your fingers trembled as you dipped the feather in ink and scrawled the name ‘Tighnari’ on the envelope. He’d admonish you for the handwriting, but when you’re on death’s doorstep, you can’t really expect perfect writing, can you?

With an unstable breath, you began composing the letter with all the energy you could gather.

“Dear, Master Tighnari. . .”

Tighnari took a deep breath as the faint outline of Gandhara Ville came into his field of vision. Ever since had and Collei finished the expedition, this dreadful feeling like something horrible happened stuck to him like a leech. And no matter what he did, it continued to suck the energy out of him. In retrospect, he’s had this feeling since he left. Worse part about it? He couldn’t figure out why; it’s like he could sense an anomaly but couldn’t see it. 

Collei quickly picked on her teacher’s anxiety and flashed a smile, hoping to comfort him. “M—Master, I’m sure everything will be fine! You know how nice (NAME) is! I’m—I’m sure they’ll forgive you! they’re normally so sweet no matter the circumstances!” She encouraged, though, deep within her mind, she was scared herself. She knew how much his words impacted you.

Tighnari dragged out a sigh, his fingers going through his dark hair. “That’s. . . That’s the problem, Collei. I. . . I treated them so fucking awful, and all they did was sit there and take it they didn’t dare speak up,” he seethed, wincing as he recalled the look in your eyes before they departed. “Archons, who knows if they’ll find it in their heart to even forgive me? I treated them like a toddler when I really meant to protect them. God, my delivery was fucking horrid, wasn’t it? I really messed this up.” He looked at Collei with defeated eyes, “That’s what you were talking to them about, wasn’t it? How vile I treated them. That’s why they were crying the other day.”  

The trainee harshly bit her lip, knowing that’s exactly what happened. She knew that he treated you like a weed in a garden full of lotuses when in reality, you were the flowers themself. And now, with your hanahaki, Celestia knows how much pain you must be in—both physically and emotionally. 

Only then did she remember that you had gotten hanahaki the day they left, and her heart sank. She swallowed hard, feeling her heart weigh heavy in her chest as it pounded against her ribcage. “Um, M—Master Tighnari. . .” she quavered.

He glanced her way, the pit in his stomach swallowing him whole when he regarded how horrified she appeared to be.  “Hm? What’s the matter, Collei?” Inquired the boy, his ears flickering in nervous anticipation. Oh god, did something actually happen to you? 

“I—I normally wouldn’t ask of you something like this, but please, when we get back, g-go check on them? They’re. . . they’re not well. . . ” She uttered aside, her voice wobbling as if she was on the brink of tears.

Her words confirmed Tighnari’s initial thoughts; there was something wrong. “Collei. . . what happened?” he spoke curtly. Hearing no answer, his chest tightened, and he could hear his breathing pick up. “Collei. Tell me now. I need to know if they’re in danger.” His voice rattled as he communicated, his anxiety clawing at his every thought. 

Collei’s shoulders shook with small sobs, “(NAME). . . They—they have Hanahaki. They didn’t want me to tell you because t-they hic knew you’d yell at them in some sort of way. . . A-and they’ve had it for a few days now and—”

“—Collei, I need you to be honest with me. Does (NAME) have romantic feelings for me?”

Glancing up at her teacher with a pitiful expression, she wiped her eyes with her sleeves. “Yes, Master, t—they do. . . I believe they have for a while,” she sniveled.

“Fuck.” He muttered and sprinted towards the ville, leaving poor Collei behind. However, at that time, I don’t think she minded; she recognized that he needed to find you as soon as possible—to save you. 

Pushing past everyone in the village, he shoved himself inside your hut. “(N-NAME)?! Are—are you here? We—we need to talk!” He called out, his voice breaking from breathing so heavily. “(NAME). . .?”

……

“Shit, shit! (NAME), where—where did you go now. . .” fretted Tighnari, his mind racing with every outcome possible. His eyes caught onto a wax-sealed envelope that sat neatly on your dresser. He picked it up and felt an overwhelming sense of dread wash over him as he stared at it. “It’s addressed to me. . .”

“ Dear Master Tighnari, 

As much as it hurts to me say this, but by the time you’ve finished reading this, I’ll have passed away. I don’t quite know what to put in this letter. . . Even as I’m writing this, my mind is blanking. I feel like there’s so much I have to say, but unfortunately, I don’t have much time before this disease takes its final toll on me.

I’m sure Collei’s told you by now of my hanahaki. I don’t blame her; the poor girl looked like she would pass out when she found me puking flowers. I know what you’re thinking, “(NAME), you lummox. So you’d rather just sit and watch yourself die than confess?” Well, Tighnari, would YOU confess to someone who’s admitted you’re nothing but a thorn in their side? If you haven’t figured it out by now, it’s you who I’m in love with. Have been for a while now. 

I must apologize for plaguing both you and everyone in Gandhara Ville. That was never my intention; I only wanted to repay the kindness everyone gave me, no matter if it cost my life or not. But, unfortunately, as you said, I ended up doing the entire opposite. And for that, I sincerely apologize. I wish I could take it all back. 

I hope you know that despite everything, I don’t harbor any negative feelings toward you. And maybe, in a different reality, things wouldn’t have turned out like this. 

Did you know that I’ve admired you from day one? And I’ll continue to do so in the afterlife. You’re genuinely incredible in my eyes; you’re diligent and passionate, everything I wished I was. You’re incredibly dedicated to the forest, which is admirable. And I supposed that’s why I fell so incredibly hard for you. Maybe you knew I loved you; maybe you didn’t. It’s all meaningless now that I lay on my deathbed made out of my own flowers. It’s strangely comforting, even though I’ve lived far from a fulfilling life. 

I honestly didn’t think my feelings had gotten this bad; I thought I had successfully pushed them away for the greater good. But, with how fast the hanahaki materialized, it seems I unestimated myself. That proves just how much I truly adored you. Never doubt your capabilities, alright? You’re truly unique, Tighnari.

This is where we part, my dear fox friend. My strength is running out, and so is the ink. Once more, I’m truly sorry for all the pain I’ve caused; I hope you can find it in you to forgive me. Please take care of Collei for me? Tell her I’m sorry I couldn’t make it; Celestia knows I tried to push through for her.

I love you, Tighnari. My love will continue to bloom for you in the form of lotus flowers. So, whenever you see one, I hope you think of me and how much I admired you. (: 

Yours Truly, (NAME). ”

The words blurred together as tears muddied Tighnari’s vision. Every written word cut deeper and deeper, but he forced himself to read it all. At first, he thought it was staged or a joke of some sort, and a part of him wished it was, but he could recognize your handwriting from a mile away. “No, no. . . this cannot be happening. . . They can’t be—” he thought to himself as he pocketed the note. He seethed, “FUCK! Where could they have gone?!” He pulled his hair stressfully as he wracked his brain for answers.

“My love will continue to bloom for you in the form of lotus flowers.”

His eyes snapped open when it clicked—the river not too far from here was known for the lotuses that bloomed in it. You couldn’t have gone far either, not in your condition, at least. 

Tighnari hurriedly sped out of the ville, ignoring everyone’s worried stares. “Please don’t be too late please be alive.” He prayed silently. He halted and surveyed the familiar spot, spotting a figure lying near the river’s shallows. he uttered, “(N—NAME). . .?”

Stumbling over, his pretty eyes drowned in tears the second he laid eyes on you. You were sprawled out, bloodied flowers sticking to your lifeless body. Blood smeared on your lips and fingers, and thank the Archons, your eyes were closed, or else Tighnari would’ve gone into cardiac arrest from crying so hard.

He collapsed at your side, cradling your face in his hands; the warmth of his palms contrasted with the chill of your skin. Shaking his head in denial, he thumbed at your face hoping to find some kind of reaction that proved you were still alive. “No, no, NO! Come on, (NAME)! W—wake up! You c-can’t. . .” He hiccuped. 

Tighnari gathered you in his arms, concealing his face in the crook of your neck to hide how hard he sobbed. “I. . . I’m so sorry, flower. T—This is all my fault. . . I-If I would’ve just told you how I felt instead of being a moron, then none of this would’ve happened—you wouldn’t have. . .” A sob strangled his throat and cut off his words.

“I—I thought I was protecting you from yourself. . . B-but I somehow did the exact opposite. I was the cause of your pain, and because of how shitty I treated you, you feared telling me how you felt. I. . . I’m so sorry, (NAME). Y-you didn’t deserve to go through so much pain alone.”   

“Master, I heard—o-oh my god.” 

Collei’s eyes rounded in horror, her figure starting to tremble as the situation settled in her head. “(N-NAME). . .” she croaked and dropped next to Tighnari, her hands shakily finding yours. Like her mentor, she was quick to shake her head in denial. “N—no. . . They can’t be. . . How—how did it—” bewailed the girl as her hand squeezed your fragile one. She turned to Tighnari, who looked to be on the verge of passing out from crying so hard. “M—Master, they’re. . . they’re not, r-right? They can’t be. . .”

The ranger shakily pulled out the letter and handed it to her, watching as the girl sobbed harder at its contents. “T—They found comfort in their death because of how much pain they were in. . .” He murmured weakly. As he pressed a kiss to your hair, he noticed that your fingers grasped something.  

Tighnari gingerly grabbed your hand and unraveled your fingers from what you held. A singular clean lotus. He smiled, weak and faint, plucking the lotus from your grip and tucking it in his hair—a memento of your love for him and his love for you. 

“My love for you will continue to blossom in life and in death. . . N—no matter where you are, you will be the first and last my heart is occupied with. There’s no room left for anyone else, flower. . . There never was in the beginning.

“I will look at each and every flower and think of how selfless and caring you were. Your love and dedication will continue to burn bright in Gandhara Ville. I will make sure of it. . .” 

#|✿| — 𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍’𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 #✿| — 𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐒 #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #genshinxreader #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #tighnari x y/n #tighnari oneshot #angst #genshin angst #tighnari angst #hanahaki disease

[donutsupremacy]

Withered Roses

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Summary

"Oh, how you'd secretly swoon over your own boss. It's hard to serve drinks to your customers when Diluc is always nearby during your shifts, unfortunately for you— It only took one look at Diluc smiling ever so slightly at Jean with a faint rosy hue to his cheeks, and that sent a flurry of pain inside of you... Physical pain."

Warnings/Spoilers

Written during 4.0

Au!Hanahaki disease

GN!Reader

Reader isn't traveller

Reader has a Hydro vision

Mild jealousy (Reader's side)

A hint of Jeanluc (Jean/Diluc)

Mentions of alcohol

Mentions of Dottore

Mentions of surgery

Reader dies

Angst

I SAY WE NO COMFORT AND 0% FLUFF TODAY

A/N: I have both an important exam in just a few weeks AND my finals about 2 months after that. So i'll have to hold off on writing oneshots/updating the SMAU. That means I can't participate in Kinktober— BUT I wrote a special Oneshot/Imagine type of thing for it, it'll be scheduled on Oct 1st!

No offense to the Jeanluc shippers I wholeheartedly find this ship okay I just don't feel like using Kaeya or Donna Jean seems like a better choice

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Your heartbreak begins here

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"Here is your order, sir." You hummed, placing a glass of wine in front of them.

The man slurred, already drunk after a few drinks with damp stains seen on the surface of his clothes, he certainly has a low tolerance. He thanked you regardless, before grabbing his glass and downing half of it in a single gulp.

You only nodded in acknowledgement as you cleaned the table, placing the empty wine glasses on your tray before walking away, leaving the drunken man alone.

The tavern was surprisingly calm tonight, unlike most nights where you'd hear a multitude of glasses clinking against eachother, followed by loud chattering and hearty laughter over glasses of alcohol. And that's why you loved working at Angel's Share, even if it can be a handful sometimes.

And the best part?; You always had your shift with Master Diluc.

"2 Apple Ciders for the couple upstairs." The red haired male hummed as you approached, his normally cold red eyes gazing up into yours, and you could catch a hint of softness in them. "The gentleman certainly ordered quite a lot..."

You chuckled at how annoyed he sounded upon seeing several empty glasses on the tray you held, sliding it towards Diluc with a sympathetic, yet, amused expression.

"It beats having that young bard over and repeatedly asking you for a discount, no? Though, I must admit— the tavern gets too quiet and calm without him, almost too quiet." You joked with a cough, taking the tray of freshly made apple cider.

"It's a shame that I have to agree with you... But so as long as you're here— I wouldn't mind spending time with you on a more placid night in the tavern." A rare sight to see your normally reclusive and stoic boss with a small smile, let alone chuckling softly.

You can't resist smiling at the sound of his laughter and his smile, your cheeks tinted a rosy hue at his words— only to look away with a quiet and awkward cough, flustered as you subtly fanned your warm face.

"Y-Yes... I-I enjoy your company when it's quiet here..." You laughed nervously as you didn't know how to respond, rubbing the back of your neck as you turned around, walking towards the stairs while balancing the tray in hand.

Diluc's bright red eyes stalked you as you made your way up the stairs, the corner of his lips tugging down at your reaction that he wasn't expecting— Was that flirt a little too far? Did he start off too strong?

On the second floor, you greeted the couple as you served their drinks, receiving a polite thanks from them. You gave them a quick bow and walked towards a nearby table, the customers had left, leaving their empty wine glass behind.

While you began cleaning the table, you hear the sound of the tavern's door creak open— and her voice.

"Master Diluc, I'm sorry to have interrupted you... I understand that you have your own duties to attend to, but was Lisa here this morning?"

You immediately peeked over the railing, spotting the familiar acting grandmaster speaking to your boss, standing under the light that made her natural beauty glow as bright as the sun.

You suppressed a sigh, but let out another quiet cough, pretending to be busy by cleaning the table as you could faintly hear their conversation from above.

"Yes, Charles mentioned that she had stopped by for a quick glass of wine... You seem troubled, is there a situation regarding the Knights of Favonious?" Diluc asked, you could hear that familiar sarcastic tone dripping from his words whenever he talked about the Knights of Favonious.

"As you have suspected, yes there is and I need to find Lisa for her assistance. You don't happen to know where she is at the moment do you? I can't seem to find her anywhere." Jean asked, brushing aside his tone as she sounded desperate.

You stole a peek, the first thing you saw was a sigh from Diluc before giving her a soft look. You blocked out their voice as you tried to suppress another cough, it was gradually getting louder now that Jean was here.

"I don't have any information regarding Lisa's location, but if you'd like... I can spare some time and join you to search for her." Diluc offered, the corner of his lips quirking upwards ever so slightly— almost a little amused.

Jean, looked around the near empty tavern, before leaning in towards him, her lips close to his ears as she whispered something to him with a calm smile.

Whatever she said was not calm at all, as you witnessed a faint red hue appearing on Diluc's cheeks as his eyes widened in surprise.

Cough!

"Hm?... Oh, good evening, [Last Name]." Jean greeted with a smile as her gentle grey-blue eyes gazed into yours, a calm smile plastered on her face. "I figured it's your shift tonight since Diluc is on duty as well— working hard as usual?"

'So gentle... so strong... so pretty...' That was the first thing you thought of when you first saw Jean, and that opinion stayed the same for many years; A kind, gentle and hardworking soul.

"Ah... h-hey... Yeah, but not exactly... it's rather calm tonight." You awkwardly waved, giving her a lopsided grin as your eyes dart between the blonde and the redhead. Your lungs felt constricted whenever you saw the two together, whether it was for official business or a simple chat.

You knew the two had some sort of history together— but you didn't want to prod your boss over something so trivial and personal.

Cough!

Your lungs. It's feeling a little constricted again. There's something soft and small sliding up your throat.

Cough! Cough!

You turned away, choking out coughs and grunts as you hunched over slightly, the familiar silky petal that travelled up your throat, brushing ever so slightly against the walls.

"[Name]...? [N-Name], are you alright!?" Diluc asked, he leaned over the counter and gazed up at you, visible worry in his normally cold and stoic red eyes. You stole a glance at him and Jean, noticing their worried looks as you cupped your mouth, waving a hand dismissively at them while you turned away and coughed as hard as you could.

The petal falls. Soaked in drops of your own blood and saliva.

The sight alone makes you want to throw up, the blood seeping into the crevices of your palm.

You looked around, having attracted a little too much attention from your customers as well. You couldn't just throw it away, someone would see the petal and freak out!

You decided to stuff it into your pocket for the time being, discreetly wiping away the drops of blood on your lips and hiding your now blood stained hands into your pocket, hoping no one had noticed.

"I-I apologise for the interruption, everyone." You spoke calmly, turning to face the customers as you bowed apologetically. "Please, there's no need to pay attention to me— carry on."

You hummed as you placed the last cup on the tray, balancing it as you walked towards the stairs, hearing faint whispers from your confused customers.

"[Name], I can hear from your voice alone that you aren't fine. That wasn't a simple cough, you seem to be sick..." Jean spoke softly, placing a hand on your shoulder as she gazed at you with concern.

You glanced at Diluc as he walks around the counter, holding a small cup of what seems to be warm tea. "I've noticed your coughing has become a little more frequent than yesterday... I was preparing this cup of tea for you a few minutes ago, please take a rest."

"Thank you, Diluc..." You let out a shaky and quiet sigh, having to wipe away the blood off your hands in your pocket before placing the tray down. You took the cup of tea, the warmth of the porcelain glass against the skin of your palms, gently blowing it and taking a sip—

COUGH!

You feel the warm liquid spilling out of your lips, forcing what you felt was another petal back down inside your throat. The tea stained your clothes, quickly setting the cup down as you hunched over, coughing out the petal that brushed against the walls of your throat.

So soft... yet, so uncomfortably painful.

"[N-Name]!" Diluc immediately patted your back, not too harshly but not gentle either. You only coughed more as a result, quickly swatting his arm away as you began panicking.

"[Name], a-are you choking!?" The blonde asked, trying to place a hand over your shoulder to check for any signs of choking. You immediately jerked away, the petal was abnormally bigger, you could feel it slowly sliding up your throat.

No. This wasn't a petal. It was bigger— it was starting to clog your airways.

Out of desperation, you ran towards the door. "S-Sorry!" You managed to choke out, using your shoulder to tackle it open and flee into the night, ignoring Diluc's voice calling out for your name, the sound of his boots clicking against the stone pavements close behind you.

You could see Diluc running after you from the corner of your eyes, forcing you to use your Hydro vision to escape, briefly dissolving your body into water as you slid away once you turned the corner. Diluc turns the corner as well, but paused upon seeing you disappear.

He skids into a stop, his expression held visible worry and confusion. You managed to escape, slinking away from him and to a nearby corner. The streets of Mondstadt City were empty, barely anyone in sight, save for the guards currently on patrol.

You reverted your body back to normal— it was a huge mistake. You collapsed to your knees, hunched over as you used up your strength to cough out the blood soaked flower, falling onto the concrete pavement beneath you, your fluids dripping from the petals.

A yellow hyacinth.

You weren't some floral expert, maybe you could ask about it to the young girl that runs the flower booth near the front gates of Mondstadt City...

After running so much, using up your Hydro vision and turning yourself into a body of literal water, the fatigue washed over you like a giant wave. You remained on your knees, dug into the concrete pavement that scratched and left marks on the skin of your knees.

You clutched your stomach with one hand as the other held the flower, your breathing shallow and your heart barely beating. It was hard to breathe.

"What the— H-Hey! Are you alright!?"

You flinched, immediately getting up onto your legs, but soon collapsing once more from the lack of strength. "Woah there! You shouldn't move so much if you don't have the energy or strength to do so!" You hear footsteps running to your side, a hand on your shoulder and the other on the elbow of your arm. "...I-Is that?..."

"...Yes..." You sighed quietly, turning your head to look at who was next to you.

Your eyes widened, immediately pulling your arm and shoulder back from the Fatui. "Wh-What are you doing!?" You hissed— Though, you don't have any serious business against the Fatui, Diluc has certainly influenced you quite well.

The man was taken aback by your sudden hostility, he quickly shook his hands and raised up his arms in defense. "I'm not dangerous, I swear!" He stammered out, backing away as your Hydro vision starts to glow. Only to be cut off by your coughing fit.

You fell to your knees again, digging into the concrete pavement, leaving a minor scratch wound. You clutched your stomach with one arm and the other cupping your mouth, hunching over as you felt the incoming flower slowly sliding up your throat with every cough. Yet, the more you breathed, it slinks down ever so slightly, causing you to cough more in an attempt to get it out.

The Fatui, unsure what to really do but noticing your suffering, quickly went to your side and landed a hit on your back. It wasn't painful thankfully, it surprisingly helped as the impact caused the flower to thrust up higher into your throat.

Eventually, you managed to throw up another fully bloom flower, covered in more blood than the last one.

You were weak. Numb even. You struggled to even support yourself as you laid on the ground and on the side of your body, coughing in a hoarse tone, your throat dry and burning.

The Fatui slowly picks up the flower, examining it underneath his mask while you remained breathing heavily on the ground. The blood dribbles down his glove and into the ground in front of you, your eyes trailing up his figure to see what he was doing with a blurry vision.

"A hopeless romantic, I see?" The man chuckled quietly with an amused grin, the mask he wore hiding the devilish glint in his eyes. You wiped the blood off your lips as you tried to pick yourself back up, scowling at his words.

"Don't give me that face. I can tell you're suffering." The fatui sighs, kneeling to your level as he held the bloodstained flower up. "I take it your love interest has yet to discover your feelings towards them? You have some spirit in you if you can keep on fighting until this stage— most would've just either tried to get their partners to reciprocate their feelings or get surgery immediately."

The metallic stench of your blood invaded your nostils, causing you to groan in disgust, shoving his hand away. "I-I don't... need your advice... if that's what you're... trying to do!" You hissed, rubbing your throat as you wheezed in between your words. You were feeling a little light-headed from the blood loss.

"I'm only suggesting it; If you can't bear the pain of your love interest turning you down— You can just get surgery, that way... you won't have to experience in the first place!" The Fatui hums, extending his free hand out to you. "You'll only suffer more until the last stage. You still have so much to live for in your life, do you want to throw it all away because of your feelings for someone, who you don't even know if they returned?"

You immediately slapped his hand away, finally getting up onto your legs, wobbling as you leaned onto the wall for support. "I didn't know the Fatui were an expert at gaslighting." You spat out, slowly sliding yourself across the wall, dragging your weak legs as you walked away.

"You'll simply judge a single man's words just by the organisation's reputation?" He snorted, watching your pathetic attempts at leaving. "So, you'd rather continue on to suffer and eventually die because you're too afraid of hearing the rejection? You'd allow the one person you desire the most— watch you die?"

You turned your head to glare at the man and stopped moving, irritated by his persistence. But at the same time... you're afraid to admit that he had a point.

"...I see i've struck a nerve." The Fatui snickered, walking over to you and looping an arm around your shoulder, ignoring the disgusted stare at his hand now on your shoulder. "You either confess now, or you can get surgery to remove the disease. Another way is; you can die."

How blunt. Yet, it's the truth.

You weren't confident about your boss' feelings for you. Sure, he may smile at you from time to time, but you're not the only one he smiles at. He's a stoic man who rarely shows interest in others or displays any sort of affection. He rarely even shows his actual feelings.

The more you thought about Diluc, the more your heart began to ache, questioning if he found you as more than just a co-worker. More than an employee. If he just found you as... just a friend.

If you weren't so head over heels for him, being his friend would've been enough. But no, you would freeze to death on Dragonspine just for him, if he could just say those 3 words of affection towards you. You'd do anything for him.

"...Have you heard of a doctor in Snezhnaya?"

"Who?"

You rose a brow at the Fatui, who can't help but snort at the way you immediately answered without even trying to think about who it was. "A famous doctor in Snezhnaya. He's a generous notorious for treating thousands of diseases, in fact— he's done quite a lot of surgeries regarding this particular one."

The Fatui then extended his hand out to you, the mask continuing to disguise the deceptive glint in his eyes, only showing you a kind smile. "You could continue to perish over time... Or you can trust this one lone Fatui, travel to Snezhnaya with him and get treated by the doctor..."

"I promise, I won't do anything to you. I don't even have a Vision I can use to fight back against you." He added, patting his clothes while holding his arms up in defense. If he were to even throw a punch at you, you could easily retaliate and use your Hydro Vision to counterattack.

However, with your current condition, you're not sure if you can even walk without having to rely on someone for support.

As you feel the air tense, your throat slowly restricting with your own feelings, you had no choice but to look at him in the eyes. Holding your throat, you can barely utter out another word.

He chuckles, already understanding your decision as you took his hand. His grin widens

"Very well... let's go see 'The Doctor'."

[Timeskip]

Diluc was frantic. Panicking even.

It's been weeks since you last disappeared without a trace. He's been searching every corner in Teyvat for you, neglecting his duties, the vague letter you wrote barely calmed his nerves. It almost felt like you didn't write it yourself, it looked rushed, as if you were escaping from someone while writing it.

Or, at least that's what he assumes... He recognised how different your handwriting was on the 2nd day you went missing.

You told him everything. Your feelings, your disease and your decision to get rid of it permanently, along with your love for him. He didn't want that. He wanted to find you, to hold you in his arms, bury his face into the back of your neck as he begs you to confess your feelings to him right at his face. To hear those 3 words of love he had been craving to hear everyday.

So he had been having some of his other employees take over both of your shifts, spending most of his time looking everywhere for you, even travelling to Liyue and Sumeru just to look for you. He even went as far as to begging Jean to send out some knights in search of you. Of course, she obliged— knowing just how much the both of you meant to eachother.

Not a single strand of your hair was found.

There he was in his office, running his hand into his red hair, disheveled and frantic about your sudden disappearance, standing next to a bookshelf that had a small pile of letters from you. Despite receiving your letters once per day, you never hinted your location once, only reassuring him that you were fine. All he could do was pray to the archons above that you were fine.

"Master Diluc?... Someone has sent a package for you. However, the package does not show the sender's information." Adeline's words startled him, he cleared his throat, fixing his attire as best as he could before speaking in his usual stoic tone.

"Thank you, Adeline... just leave it on my table." He murmured, keeping his eyes glued to the most recent letter you sent. Like most of the letters you sent, it was short and had little to no description of where you were.

The maid lets out a quiet sigh, placing the small box down on his table wordlessly, bowing before exiting the room.

"...I'm sorry, Master Diluc." Was the last thing she whispered, before closing the door, knwoing he would need privacy after taking a look at what would be in the box.

The Pyro vision wielder opened his mouth to question her words, but refrained as he could hear her sympathetic tone. He grits his teeth, seeing the tape on the package's sealing cut into a neat line. She had likely saw what was inside.

He stares at the packaging, there were no stamps or notes... It was anonymous. Of course, he was obviously weary and hesitant, it could be a trap for him. Or some sort of prank.

Yet, the thought of the package possibly coming from you made him a bundle of nerves.

Desperate to at least know you're still safe and sound, he hesitantly walks over to it, opening it slowly.

"...!?—"

His red eyes widened, muscles tensing as his blood ran cold. He nearly tore the packaging apart, almost hunching over and throwing up his breakfast, the amount of overwhelming emotions were already tearing him apart, chunk by chunk.

Fear, anxiety, pain; That was what he saw all at once upon seeing a bloody yellow hyacinth... and a masterless vision inside.

The more he stares at the dried blood stains on the flower's petal and the box's interior, along with the familiar design of the vision— underneath both of it was a neatly folded paper, stained in dried blood as well.

Heavy and ragged breathing filled the room, endless thoughts of you flooded his mind. He picks up the vision first— cold. That's how the vision felt. A cold, empty husk.

The flower, it was dried slightly, close to wilting. The petals were losing their colour and curled slightly.

He places the glower down next to the box as he slowly reaches for the note underneath, brushing his gloved fingers against it before picking it up with hesitation.

Dear Diluc,

By the time you have received this letter, I have likely finished my surgery and have begun my recovery. I apologise for my lengthy absence, I didn't mean to leave my duties abruptly... But I had to act quickly, I didn't want to risk our friendship either. I know i'm nothing but an employee to you... but I hold you in high regards; as a good friend to me. I wish we could be something more.

But I see that this is the best solution for the both of us; I didn't want to trouble you or leave you the guilt for not reciprocating my feelings. I know there is someone out there that deserves to be your significant other. Not me. I would like us to remain friends at the very least.

May the wind reunite us once more.

He felt his heart swell at your letter, regret washing over him like a large wave that held him back for not reaching out to you sooner. For being a coward. His fingers clutched the paper, eyes rereading every single word you had written. All the love you wanted to shower him with, all the love he wanted from you.

And then— he sees it.

P.s. Thank you for the new test subject, Ragnvindr.

It was like a stab through the heart, recognising that handwriting. He recognised it. And he felt like shredding the letter into pieces.

His legs gave out, collapsing into his knees as he drops the paper underneath him, not only stained with dried blood that was likely for you. But now joined by his tears of pain and despair.

He chokes out his cries, clutching his chest as he stares at the letter underneath him, his tears continuing to fall thoughts and whispered filled his head, sending him into a spiralling madness as he lets out a frustrated scream.

With you gone, the only way the two of you could once again reunite; Were his tears soaking into the sheet of paper, mixed into the dried bloodstains that belonged to you. Your death was his regret, and his pain was yours.

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Yellow Hyacinth

-Only has one meaning; Jealousy.

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[swdm360]

Hanahaki Disease Aftermath - WIP

"... Cough..."

"Need a napkin?"

"Yes, please."

Hanahaki disease.

What an awful disease it was, targeting vulnerable hopeless romantics and one-sided love. Only giving the option to die with their undying affection or forget their affections for survival through surgery.

Now, there are many different after effects for each person when undergoing through surgery.

One will forget any memories they made with their love just to remove all sorts of feelings—these often than not ruins sex-drive and romantic interest along with the fact that patients now struggle to express romantic feelings as they would've been, the other removes any feelings whatsoever relating to loving something romantically—this can only happen when the infected person chooses to do the surgery early on in the process.

The one final one is when the infected person does the surgery very late which is that they can remove their memories by tweaking with the memory side of the brain alongside the emotional side which often than not leads to comas and deaths during an operation.

Most patients in comas often don't wake up or will wake up very very late with no memories of who they are whatsoever.

However because most infected patients are lovesick, they rather die than forget their love.

This was not the case for you, for which you took the surgery as soon as you showed symptoms of the first ever petal. Fortunately keeping you memories of both you and your ex-love...your bestfriend.

They notice that you had changed how you acted around them; more relaxed and calm. At ease and laid back and so very free from any burdens. You no longer looked like you could die any second —an exaggeration considering you hadn't gone far into the process—but you had eyebags and skin as pale as snow and eyes red and coughing every so often, how could they not exaggerate?

You told them about your situation, where you had experienced the disease but quickly had surgery—effectively saving your life but ruining any chances of starting any. Later on, you find that they develop feelings for you way too late. Despite them knowing that you had done the surgery... Your awareness increased, making it easier to sense whether someone liked you or not.... So it was unfortunate to break it for them...

➡ Kazuha

He was a sweet boy and that was one of the reasons you fell for him hard. He had these dimples whenever he smiles and his eyes so soft it squeezed your heart. His fingers were ever so gentle whenever he handled you, be it helping you out, tying your hair or hanging out with you, he was oh so gentle.

He would hold your hand and caress your hair, sometimes lending his clothes just for you. Oh, you would blush and fiddle with your fingers as you felt giddy... When he smiled at a girl called Lumine and started chatting with her happily, your stomach dropped.

That was when the first cough began.

Your coughing fit increased gradually throughout the week and it had not crossed your mind at the time that something was wrong.

How could there be?

It was just a simple coughing fit right? Well, after 3 months of having these coughing fit (2 consisted of blood) the first petal came along with excruciating pain.

You had seen these in the news, the symptoms and the warnings.

You knew what to do and did not hesitate, you loved him but wasn't to the point where you'd sacrifice yourself. When you exited that building, the heavy weight on your shoulders lifted. It felt so nice not having pain everyday.

"Hey MC, Lumine wanted to ask if she could hang out with us this weekend, do you mind?" He asked sheepishly, as if nervous to see what you had to say.

Normally, he'd see you stare at him a couple of seconds and frown...but today you raised your brow and smiled, eyes half-lidded as you agreed.

"Yeah, sure why not? I haven't talked to her in ages anyways."

He blinked, not that there was anything bad with the way you responded but... You were acting unusual from before.

Again, not like there was anything wrong with that. For some reason, his gut feeling told him something was wrong.

(I'm not done yet but here's a sneak peak. This is my first time uploading one of these oneshots since I found I can never finish a fanfictions but here we have it)

#hanahaki disease #hanahaki #kaedahara kazuha #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #genshin impact angst #genshin impact #oneshot #fluff? ha not really #wip #first time posting

[intriq]

Masterpost

All uploaded oneshots will be put here.

Most recent...

Scabious…

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DC:

reacting to you viewing them as a older sibling/role model

your the ex they want back

dumbass [in denial] - jason todd

Just a Boy... - jason todd

Do I Deserve this? - AK!Jason Todd

Daffodil - Hanahaki Series: Jason Todd

Red Carnation - Hanahaki Series: Talia Al Ghul

Columbine - Hanahaki Series: Kate Kane

Spindle Tree - Hanahaki Series: Conner Kent

Magnolia - Hanahaki Series: Poison Ivy

Mourning Bride - Hanahaki Series: Selina Kyle/Catwoman

Scabious - Hanahaki Series: Dick Grayson

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ATSV:

focus on me - miles morales

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Genshin Impact:

Dandelion Seed - Kaeya

Starfall - Zhongli

Fool's Gold - Zhongli

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Criminal Minds:

French Marigold - Aaron Hotchner; request

Cheer up - Aaron Hotcher

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Little Moon [au of DC] universe:

Band-aids

Part 1

Reactions to your death

Letters of Grief series:

Bruce

Dick

Damian

Cassandra

Barbara

Jason

Tim

Steph

Duke

Alfred

...

Part 2

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#oneshot #gender neutral reader #gn reader #angst #dc universe #jason todd #bruce wayne #babs #barbara gordon #dick grayson #genshin impact oneshots #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact imagines #across the spider verse #miles morales #atsv #spiderverse #cassandra cain #kaeya x reader angst #kaeya alberich #kaeya #genshin kaeya #kaeya x reader #zhongli #zhongli angst #zhongli x you angst #babs gordon #damian wayne

[watchtheworld-burn]

YANDERE MALE OC

Yandere! Male x Male! reader

Genre: Romance

Pronouns: He/Him

Status: Oneshot

Warning: Curse word[s], attempt of murder, isolation, blood. yandere behavior

Author's note: @iconicfonutd this is for you /j

HANAHAKI DISEASE

You are M/N Pro. Yes, 'Pro'. Pro is short for something, but it's more cool to call you M/N Pro. And yes Pro is your last name. You don't have a middle name since your parent's couldn't change it legally yet. 

Jeal Miles. He was your crush and your best friend. His last name is Miles, not Jeal. Just saying. He also likes Drawing, (though, he says he sucks. But I think he was just being humble.) sleeping late, stalking you online, dogs, and genshin impact. 

Your parents and his parents were best friends so whenever they would gossip, You and Jeal play inside your room. Or in his room. You remember that when his mom planned to go abroad you cried your eyes out, your mom also cried her eyes out. She felt sad for you two so she decided to cancel the plan. 

She didn't mind, She wanted to always be by your mom's side. 

You and Jeal were like siblings. You guys fought a lot, but it wasn't that serious. It was just harmless fights. You guys were so close, it's like you guys were glued to each other but when you were 15 years old you started to distance yourself from him. 

Guess what? You were gay. You didn't know how Jeal would feel if he knew you were gay, and to make it worse you had a crush on him. Whenever he talks about girls, you feel jealous. You were always a jealous person. 

You wanted your feelings for him to be gone. You just wanted to be friends with him like the good old days. Why did you have to like him? You idiot! Why did he have to be so… loveable? You sighed and laid down on your bed.

You decided to look at social media. You need to stop thinking about him, fantasizing about someone will make your feelings grow. You opened instagram. You checked your celebrity crush instagram. The next thing you know you were on Jeal's instagram with a lovesick smile on your face. 

You heard a knock on your window. It was Jeal and he brought some food. You sighed and opened your window. "What do you want, Jeal?" You asked him while he was lying on your bed. "I just wanted to spend time with my friend, is that so bad?" He said with a smirk. You threw your monokuma plush at his face. 

"You're such a bad liar, Jeal." You rolled your eyes at him. "Besides, why'd you bring food?" You asked him again. "For you." He said with a smile and handed you some fries. You really wanted to eat them but you couldn't, don't worry you have lots of fries in your fridge. 

You sighed and took it. Jeal smiled. You then stood up making him confused. "H-hey, where are you going?" He asked, worriedly. He hoped that you wouldn't throw away the food he bought for you. You opened the door and closed it. You walked down the stairs and saw Sally, your cousin. 

You walked towards her and handed her the fries. She thanked you and devoured the fries. You walked up the stairs and went inside your room. You saw Jeal who looked pale as a ghost with his jaws down the floor. "What?" You were really confused. "Why'd you give her the food I bought for you?" He said, like he was upset. 

"Because I didn't want it." You harshly said, which made Jeal's heart shatter. "Bull. You like fries." He reasoned, then he immediately thought of something. "You don't like me anymore, right?" He cried and hugged your torso. You tried to make him stop hugging you but he gripped on your torso for dear life.

When you finally make him let go of you, you two laid down on your bed. "What do you want?" You repeated what you said earlier. "I want advice." He answered. "Advice for what?" You turned your head to look at him. "I like this girl. Her name is Malissa. And I want to be close to her." He said. 

Your heart shattered. Right, he likes girls not guys. You tried to not look upset and give him the advice he wants. "Try striking a conversation with her. Start off with an introduction, then start talking about 3 topics. For example, First start off with anime, Second friends, third sports. Try talking to her with those 3 topics at the same time. Then try to see which topic she likes more." You said. 

"Ohh, Thanks!" He said and hugged you. He looked at his watch and saw it was 2:30 pm. "Oh, I gotta go. See ya!" He then opened your window and ran to your house. You sat up and you closed your eyes for a second. You then felt like you wanted to cough. You ran to the bathroom and went to the sink. 

You coughed but you saw blood and some flowers? What the heck? Why are you coughing up flowers? What are you, a flower fairy? You sighed and laid down on your bed again. You opened your laptop and started researching. You opened google chrome and searched "What does it mean if I cough up flowers?" and pressed enter. 

"That's a symptom of a fictional illness called HanaHaki Disease. Its name comes from two Japanese words. “Hana” means “flower” and “hakimasu” means “to throw up.” Put them together and they describe HanaHaki Disease pretty well. The fictional HanaHaki Disease is common in stories from eastern Asia." That's what you saw when you searched it. You then searched what a Hanahaki Disease is. 

"A character catches HanaHaki Disease when they experience unrequited love. That means they have a crush on a person who doesn't like them back." That's what you saw. 

"Ouch. Well at least I don't have my hopes up." You said to yourself. Despite knowing that Jeal doesn't love you it still hurts. Then again knowing the truth early is better than knowing it sooner or later. 

'Should I tell mom?' You thought. 'Nah, I'll probably be a burden to her.' You answered yourself. Maybe you should just sleep. That's how you always calm yourself. So you slept. 

A few hours later you woke up with a non-stop knocking on your door. You woke up, pissed off. You stood up and opened the door, to see Jeal with a smile. “One knock can be enough, you know?” You told him. “I knew you were asleep. Tired eyes, messy hair, [if you’re bald, ignore this.] and that infamous glare.” He pointed out. 

“What do you want?” You asked. “I wanna go to the amusement park with you.” He said with a smile. “There will be Malissa, right?” You said and he nodded, You rolled your eyes. You then coughed and you covered your mouth to see flowers and blood. “What is that?” He asked and before he saw it you ran to the bathroom. 

You coughed up more flowers. ‘Crap.’ You thought and when you were done coughing you washed your hands. You then walked out of the bathroom.  “Are you okay?” He asked you. You looked at him, “I’m not that fragile, you know.” You remarked. 

He looked at you with worry on his face. He took his phone, he was about to cancel plans with her but he was stopped by you. “Don’t you dare cancel plans with her, Jeal. You shouldn’t throw away your shot with her.” You told him. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want you being even more sick.” He said. “Are you doubting me? Anyways, get out, I have to change.” You said.  “Nah, I’ll just turn around.” He said and turned around. You sighed and stripped off your clothes. You then took some clothes in your closet and wore the best one. 

“You can turn now.” You said and he turned around. “C’mon, let’s go.” You said and took his hand. You two walked down stairs and your mother saw you two. She smiled, “Have fun, you two!” She said. “We will mom!” You replied. You took your keys for your motorcycle. “Aren’t you 16?” Jeal said.

“Who cares. C’mon sit.” You said and patted the seat behind you. “Just hold on my shirt, okay?” You said. “Yeah, sure.” he said, little did you know he was blushing the whole ride. You guys finally arrived at the amusement park. You waited for Jeal to get down and you took your keys and placed it in your pocket. 

“Malissa!” He yelled her name and ran to her. You then started to cough, thankfully you brought some tissue’s and some plastic bags. You sighed and walked behind them. While they were talking you noticed that he was hugging her arm. Geez, he loves to cling to people.

You sighed and then started fantasizing about your other crushes. “Hey, you wanna ride inside that ferris wheel?” Jeal asked her and she nodded, leaving you alone. You sighed and walked around the amusement park all by yourself. You then saw one of those rigged games they have. You tried it out anyway. “How much for this?” You asked. When the guy saw you he blushed, my you were so handsome. 

“It’s $20, but for you, my love. It’ll be $10.” He said with a smirk. “Thanks.” You thanked him with a smile and paid him. So basically you have to shoot the alien and you have 3 tries to shoot it. You tried to hit the alien but by luck you hit it after 2 tries. “Wow! You have a good aim. Here, claim your prize!” He said and handed you a plushie. 

“No, thanks.” You said. “I just wanna play the games, because I’m bored.” You explained. “Oh, I know what to play. Let’s go?” He asked and lent you his hand. You smiled and coughed. “My prince, are you okay?” He asked you. “Yeah, I’m fine. Please ignore that.” You lied and he nodded. 

He took your arm and hugged it. You blushed but shrugged it off, while you guys were like that a lot of people mistaken you two for being a couple. When Jeal and Malissa were done riding the ferris wheel he saw you with a guy. You two looked so happy together. That isn’t fair. 

Why did you look so happy with a random guy and not him? “Jeal?” And Jeal went back to reality. “Oh, um, Wanna try something else?” He asked and she nodded, the whole day he felt unhappy. 

Time skip

After a few months your hanahaki disease got worse. You coughed more flowers than usual. SInce you can’t tell your mom about it, you went to the hospital for a check up. You opened the door to see your doctor sitting there, waiting for you. 

“So, what’s your problem dear?” He asked you. “I coughed up flowers and I searched what it was on google and it said that I have hanahaki disease. And I wanna know how to get rid of it.” You answered his question. He opened a drawer and he flipped some pages. “Oh, yes, here it is. It says here that you need to get a surgery. However, you'll lose all your memories about this person. Well, Will  you take it?” He asked you. 

“Will it be painful?” You asked. “Nope, you won’t feel any pain.” He said. You took a minute to make up your mind. “Sure, I’ll take it.” You said. He was basically your only friend but he was also making you die, but you need to live. I’m sure it will be okay, Jeal will probably forget about you sooner or later, right?

After a few weeks. You felt so free, sure you forgot about Jeal but hey you don’t have to die anymore! While you were walking around the street you felt someone hug you from behind. You flinched. What the hell? “I miss you so much. Because of you I had to break up with Malissa. It was okay though, She never liked me in the first place anyway.” He said.

“Sir? I think you've mistaken me for someone else.” You said. The guy stopped hugging you. “M/N, are you okay?” He asked you. “Yes, I am. But sir are you okay? I think you need to find the person you were looking for.” You said. “You’re M/N pro, right?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Don’t you remember me? Your pal! Jeal Miles!” He exclaimed but it didn’t ring any bells. “No.. No, you’re joking, right?” He said, he was about to cry. But you shook your head. He stayed quiet and then he suddenly took your hand, he was leading you somewhere. “SIr! Please let go of my hand!” You exclaimed. 

You two then arrived at his house. He then tried to make you remember but it was all in vain. “Sir, I need to go.” You said and stood up. You walked to the door but a knife hit you. “AH-” You groaned in pain. “You are not leaving, until you remember me.” He said with a glare. 

“You are CRAZY!” You yelled and ran to his room to escape but he chased you with a knife in his hand. After a while his house looked like a mess. You couldn’t escape. You fell down on your knees, you were so tired and so confused. “C’mon, M/N. It isn’t that hard to submit yourself to me.” He said and hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek. 

“You know, I used to love you ever since we were 10. I tried to stop having a crush on you, and I succeeded. But now I love you even more than before.” He said and you couldn’t say anything. Then you felt a tear running down your cheek. 

“And legend says that they were together forever.” The caretaker said to the children in the orphanage. “Mister, I have a question!” A child said. “What is it, Emma?” He said. “Is it based on a true story?” She asked. “Yes it is also don’t worry about the hanahaki disease anymore. The doctors found another way for it to disappear forever.” He told them. “Yay!!” All the children exclaimed.

“C’mon children, we have to go!” He said and carried one of the children to the dining hall. But there were 2 children who chatted before they went to the dining hall. “You know, I feel bad for M/N. He doesn’t deserve it.” One of them said, “It’s okay, Jeal is taking care of him. I’m sure he wouldn’t hurt him besides maybe M/N likes him back again!” One of the children reassured them. 

#yandere character #fanfic #yandere x you #male reader #yandere x reader #lgbtq #gay #yandere #yandere boy #yandere x male reader #male y/n #x male reader #male reader insert #yandere oc x reader #oc x you

[melgbi]

Genshin Childe/Zhongli Fanfic Rec

A list of my fav childe/zhongli fics as I have read many and wanted to share. Fics with a heart (❤) are my all time favs. The list itself is in no particular order and except for two fics all of them are complete.

I’ve included trigger warnings in bold below the title, please read the tags before reading the fic.

❤ basket of knives | Oneshot (1/1) | Rated Teen (Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

TW: Depression, Self-Harm, Suicide Attempt

“I just want to be loved,” Childe says to himself, to whoever is listening. “Is that too much to ask?”

They are on the roof once more, this time Childe’s foot touches the edge of the building as he daydreams of something that cannot be. The sky is blank and cloudy and perhaps Lumine fears it’ll all end when he takes a step.

“Not at all,” she says. It’s still the truth.

Contrary to popular belief, Childe hates his family but loves them all the same.

the sister | Multi-Chapter (6/6)  | Rated Teen (Humour)

TW: None

The tragic and unexpected death of Zhongli-xiansheng of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor occurred to the sorrow of many and the deep skepticism of a few.

time flies like an arrow | Oneshot (1/1) | Rated Teen (AU Modern, Reincarnation)

TW: None

He’s tired, tired of the unbreakable loop of watching his loved ones pass on, tired of getting attached only for the connection to be violently ripped away from him. He wonders if the real victors during the Archon War were those who perished, who died long before their godhood turned into a curse that chained them to the land that they were fighting for.

But that is not a problem for Childe to worry about. That is Zhongli’s burden to bear, delivered to him in a pretty package years ago in the form of a gnosis.

His very first contract.

(Zhongli and Childe, across many lifetimes)

A Sight for Sore Eyes | Multi-Chapter (36/?) | Rated Mature (Canon Divergent, Slow Burn, Humour)

TW: Graphic Violence

Childe's purpose in Liyue was to play the part of the fool in Signora's plans, all the while ensuring she didn't completely fuck it up.

Given her idea to "test the people of Liyue" was to release a sealed god on them and call it a day, for whatever reason believing this was an entirely reasonable benchmark to test independence on, Childe had a lot of preparations to do to keep the entire thing from collapsing in on itself like his mental stability in the abyss. Fortunately, there seemed to be enough pieces on the board for Childe to maybe possibly hopefully swing this in a way where everything worked out.

Now, if only they would stop leaving jobs like this to the blind guy.

❤ Lungs full of Roses | Multi-Chapter (9/?) | Rated Mature (Hanahaki, Angst, Humour)

TW: Graphic Violence

Childe had always assumed that he would die young. He had accepted that a long time ago, ever since he accepted the mantle of a Fatui Harbinger. However, he always thought that he would die in a glorious fight, his body broken but spirit relishing the strong opponent that had bested him. He was okay with that type of death.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Fate had decided to add one last insult to injury, because, here Childe was, dying because he had fallen in love with the ex-Geo Archon. The same Archon who seemed to have discarded him like an old toy ever since the Osial Incident.

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In which divine beings are cruel and a cursed Childe starts preparing for his inevitable death because no Archon could ever love a mortal.

...Right?

(NOTE: The tags promise a happy ending but it updates slow and sporadically so be prepared for the angst)

if i choose not to see it, it does not exist | Oneshot (1/1) | Rated Teen (Humour)

TW: None

Zhongli might as well have just straight up told Childe. He absolutely refuses to think too hard about it.

or

Tartaglia's accidental guide to why Zhongli is most definitely a hundred percent not Rex Lapis. There is nothing suspicious to see here.

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[honeynclove]

I just want you to know that every time I write you a new ask, the chorus of Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me starts playing in my head

Anyway, you mentioned Hanahaki disease and I LOVE those kinds of AUs! What's your favorite fic with it that you can think of?

dw king I love answering your asks!!!

Ngl the moment you asked for my favorite all the amazing hanahaki fics I’ve read have left my mind and I can’t remember their titles for the life of me 😭😭😭

random but this is plaguing me but this question instantly reminded me of a silly fic I read in my genshin phase where albedo, tighnari, and dottore were studying hanahaki and doing research on it?? idk 🤷 loved it tho

As for twst hanahaki stuff that I’ve read recently that I liked:

siljade multi chapter fic that only has two chapters and hasn’t been updated in like a year, but idk I LOVEDDD IT I was eating it up and diasomnia are all doctors idk I was eating this up id sell my kidney to the author

rookvil oneshot where vil has a garden of flowers from the corpses of hanahaki havers. IDK I liked the concept a lot 👍

twst x reader oneshot series where hanahaki is a common illness idk I liked these they were fun :D

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[himeryu]

REQUEST GUIDELINES

Note: this is so hard to read oh my god please just skip to the very end of the post i promise ill fix this soon

I will only be writing Genshin Impact because it’s the only media where I could find inspiration to write.

WILL NOT WRITE

anything I am not comfortable with, which includes nsfw, incest, really really dark concepts (abuse, rape, etc.). tropes that I don’t really like that much (like major character death but depending on the request I might write it!). character x character ships. traveler (lumine or aether) as reader.

WILL WRITE italic are my favorite to write^^

[1] genres such as angst, fluff, hurt/comfort + more!

[2] any genshin character but most preferably Diluc, Childe, Ayato, Thoma, Ayaka, Eula. But feel free to request your faves!

[3] AUs such as Self Aware AU, Imposter AU, Royalty AU, Cult AU, Yandere AU (depends), Hanahaki AU, Modern AU, Idol AU, Domestic Au.

[4] tropes such as Enemies to Lovers, Unrequited Love, Childhood friends to Lovers, Academic Rivals to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Arranged Marriage or Marriage of Convenience

[5] types of readers such as God!Reader, Adeptus!Reader, Fatui!Reader + many more!

[6] endings such as happy endings, sad endings or bittersweet endings!

[6] personal scenarios just make sure to have the main point of the scenario said, but I might change up the scenario a bit.

HOW TO REQUEST? (1)

Make sure to specify the character, reader’s gender, genre, AU, and the trope! And also wether if you want it bulleted, oneshot, short drabble, headcanons or a combination. example:

(1) I would like to request a Diluc x GN!Reader angst oneshot w/ enemies to lovers. headcanons please :D

(2) Can you do an Academic Rivals oneshot with Eula?????

If you did not specify in some requirements such as the AU or how it’s written, I’ll just assume its Canon Au and do whatever I want with how it’s written hehe.

Same thing with reader’s gender, I’ll just write Gender neutral.

Also a warning, I would most likely change up some things to cater my tastes so if you aren’t comfortable with that feel free to tell me!

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just give me the character, genre and trope then let my imagination run wild LMFAO.

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[7s3ven]

Hey there, I just wanted to know if you're gonna post more genshin oneshots or something because lemme tell you, that zhongli hanahaki one was just stunning. But if you arent gonna, then its absolutely alright too, I just wanted to know!

Hi hi! I stopped playing Genshin, but I’ll still write for the franchise. If you want a specific character, you can request one! Bc rn, I have no idea what character to write for 😭.

[xiaosonlybeloved]

Hi! Saw your requests were open and I wanted to ask for Heizou and the Hanahaki prompt, please? 🙏🏼 you try your best to hide it from him but being the genius detective he is, he figures it out. I’d love to see how you write it!

Melancholy -Heizou

featuring:- Shikanoin Heizou, fem!reader, brief mentions of Kujou Sara tags:- Hanahaki AU, angst, hurt/no comfort, brief mentions of blood a/n:- im so so sorry anon for writing this so late! But here you go, and i hope you like it :) thank u for requesting! (i think it would kill me to actually write fluff for once)(also if i made a taglist, would you guys sign up?) wc:- 2.5k

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‘He knew.’ You realised with a sinking heart as his firm eyes searched yours for answers, a hint of disbelief and concern in them. He’d figured it out.

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Everything started out small. It always does.

For you, it started the very day you two met, little by little. You’d needed someone to help you find and retrieve some books from your treasured collection that had gone missing, and good old Detective Heizou was the one assigned to help you.

He didn’t take long to draw you in. The charisma and confidence in his voice, the intelligence and wit sparkling in his eyes with a hint of mischief, the amusement dancing subtly across his face. Everything about him pulled you deeper in. Not to mention, you were incredibly impressed at how efficient he was at his job, despite his carefree, playful attitude- within 24 hours, each and every one of the missing books had been neatly stacked in a pile along with an apology letter from the thief, and Heizou had returned them to you, with that charmingly cocky grin of his. You’d thanked him profusely then, and he’d waved it off as just helping out a bit. He even refused to take payment, insisting that if you really wanted, you could repay him with a nice lunch or dinner.

Since then, your ‘friendship’ with Heizou only grew.with time.The next time you met, it was an accidental encounter in the streets of Inazuma, and then you’d repaid him with that promised lunch. After that, you two just seemed to bump into each other more often, or perhaps you both just noticed each other both. More than a year passed, and you two were fast friends.

Just friends.

You didn’t know when those pesky feelings started to develop, but they did, taking root in your heart like a bug. And your poor heart cracked a bit more everytime Heizou called you his best friend with a grin, or when he casually flirted with random people, your emotions covered with an airy smile that betrayed none of what you felt, unfortunately for you. If only he knew…

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“[Y/NNNN]!” Heizou called over to you with a grin as you stood talking to the owner of one of the flower shops in Inazuma, running over as if to give you some great news. Your heart jumped a bit to see him again, even if it had only been less than a day since you last saw him. “What is it now, ‘Zou?” you chuckled. “Which uncrackable case have you cracked now?” He stopped right in front of you, breathless. “Guess what? Kujou Sara confessed to me! Can you believe it? The high and mighty, proud general Sara?” He was laughing. 

You raised an eyebrow, trying to mask your surprise and disappointment. She got there first, huh? “Well? What did you say?” “I said yes, of course. Now boom, we’re dating.” Heizou replied easily.

You took in a deep breath, feeling like a hundred knives had been stabbed into you. But you needed to hide it, because Heizou was still looking at you expectantly, awaiting your response.

You’d always be his best friend. Not his lover.

This cold truth seemed to sink into your heart, as you controlled your facial expressions, making an excited smile that probably seemed very fake to the sharp eyes of someone like Heizou. You quickly followed it up. “Dang, I never thought I’d live to see the day when you actually dated someone! Man alive, am I surprised.” Heizou laughed again, his eyes crinkling, driving the wedge deeper into your heart. “Never thought I would too.” Then looking at his phone, he apparently remembered something as he quickly said, “Oh darn, I totally forgot I had to meet up with a client right now. See ya around, [Y/N]!”

You smiled sadly as he ran away, your heartbreak now visible on your face. You return your attention to the store owner who looks at you curiously. “Sorry, Ma’am, but I won’t be needing the flowers anymore. Could you please cancel my order?” The lady looked at you in sympathy as she nodded, probably having figured out who you were planning to confess to.

Back at home, you suddenly doubled over in a coughing fit, your lungs hurting.

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You’d stayed holed up at home for the next few days. Believe it or not, it actually wasn’t because of your broken heart. You’d fallen ill, and it greatly annoyed you. You kept coughing your throat out, and it wasn’t stopping. You did go about your normal routine for the first few days after Heizou told you, but then it got bad and you started staying home. Your friends often visited you, keeping you company. With their presence, you did seem to get a bit better.

So why was it that Heizou coming over out of concern for you always made you cough more?

One evening, he’d come over like always, with some medicines this time for bad coughs. Looking at his worried face at your deteriorating health, you wondered just how cruel it was for him to be always looking out for you, never knowing what you felt for him or what being with him did to you. 

Unfortunately, it was in front of him that your illness grew worse- you started coughing out blood, him panicked and trying to help you. 

Once you were temporarily better, he was insistent on staying the night with you to make sure that you didn’t get worse, but you made him leave reluctantly to get some rest. Immediately, you seemed to breathe a bit easier, even though your throat felt like there were vines practically growing in it. With that came an inkling suspicion of why you weren’t getting better. But it couldn’t be that, right? 

Then, a week later, you coughed out your first petal, confirming your worst fears.

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Purple hyacinths were known to mean sorrow, longing, etc. 'How fitting.' You thought bitterly as you ruminated upon your less-than-ideal situation. You’d known for a while now that you held strong feelings for Heizou, but you never thought it would actually develop into Hanahaki. Damn it… What do you do now? You had to at least confess to Heizou for a chance at surviving, no matter how slim. But that would be very hard to do, considering he’s literally dating. That thought brought a bitter taste in your mouth. The other option would be to get the surgery, but it would mean removing Heizou from your life for good, but you weren’t quite keen on doing that. If not… You’d die.

No. You would most certainly not allow yourself to die for a failed love. Sure, you really loved him, but there was no point in throwing away your life for someone. 

As you were thinking about this, there came a series of soft but strong knocks at your door. With a sigh, you dragged yourself down the stairs to see the visitor, noting that the knocks didn’t sound like Heizou’s or anyone else. 

When you see the person at your doorstep, your eyes light up after a long while. “Kokomi!” You exclaim as you run to hug your old friend. You’d been forced to part with her after you shifted from Watatsumi Island to Narukami Island, but you’d regularly kept in touch. Kokomi frowned as you led her into your home. “You’re ill, aren’t you?” “Yes indeed, Doctor Kokomi.” You tried to joke. Kokomi narrowed her eyes at you. “You smell of blood. What sickness do you have? I can heal you.”

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of whether to tell her or not. Not because you don’t trust her- she’s probably your most trusted confidante apart from Heizou, but because you’re a bit afraid of her reaction. With a sigh, you say, “Hanahaki.”

You could see it in the way her eyes fell. “Who is it? Heizou?” She asked, immediately understanding. You sighed in affirmation. “Can you heal me?” This time, it was Kokomi who was hesitant as she responded, “... I do know how to conduct the surgery, but there’s no other way out unless you confess and he accepts.” You grimaced. “Can you please keep this a secret from Heizou for now? I’m still thinking on what to do.” She nodded, looking resigned, but said, ”Alright, but you need to decide fast. To me, it looks like your illness is already quite severe. There is a certain stage beyond which the surgery cannot be conducted and the only option is to confess or die.” You nodded. “Thank you so much, Kokomi.” A while later, after you two had caught up with other topics, she left to go to the hotel she was staying at, giving you her address and telling her to come see you immediately if anything happened, along with some medicines for delaying the growth of the hanahaki.

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While you were chatting with Kokomi, Heizou was flipping through books on diseases and illnesses. Needless to say, he was worried sick on seeing that it had been weeks and your condition had only grown worse. 

On a different note, he had just broken up with Kujou Sara that morning. Things just weren’t working out, and he wasn’t interested anyways- he just wanted to try things out. So now, he had more time to find something to cure you. 

He groaned as he went through the list of symptoms. He had a feeling that he knew what was wrong with her, but he was too afraid to admit it. ‘Heavy persistent coughs that slowly deteriorate to frequent bloody coughs, along with a feeling of being unable to breathe. In the last stage, which is almost certainly fatal during the later phase, the victim coughs out flower petals symbolic of their situation, along with blood. When the flower petals change into full blooms, the surgery cannot be conducted anymore, and the disease becomes fatal.’

His heart sank- his worst fear had been confirmed. You had hanahaki. He hadn’t yet seen you cough out flower petals though- so there was still time. He’d talk to you about it today, unsure of whether you knew about Hanahaki or not. 

He also wondered who it was who was dumb enough to not accept or return your feelings. He would, in a jiffy.

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You sigh a little, enjoying the cool breeze hitting your face after so long. You were going over to pay Kokomi a visit, taking this as an excuse to get out of your house, which had started to feel cramped and stuffy. But of course, your moment of pleasure just had to be interrupted by another bout of flowery coughs as you hurried into some street corner to ensure that no one sees it. As you hurriedly stuff the purple flower petals with red, bloody edges into a bag you were carrying, a voice calls out to you that made dread settle in your heart.

Heizou stands there, staring directly at you and the bloody purple petals in your hands. 

‘He knew.’ You realised with a sinking heart as his firm eyes searched yours for answers, a hint of disbelief and concern in them. He’d figured it out.

“You didn’t tell me it had gotten this bad.” Heizou said quietly, stepping closer to you. “I didn’t want you to know.” You murmured a response, looking down at your feet to avoid his stare, his eyes still looking at you in disbelief. “Why? Why, [Y/N], why? Who is this person?” 

You gulp under his stare as you debate whether to tell him or not. Yes, you knew he was dating Sara but still… You were on your way to Kokomi’s anyways. The opportunity had presented itself, you should take it. 

“It’s you, Heizou. You’re the one I love.” you whisper as you look up to meet his gaze.

You wish you hadn’t. Then you wouldn’t have seen the way the disbelief in his eyes changed into shock, surprise, and denial.

It was clear as day to you- Heizou didn’t return your feelings, you were dumb for thinking you had a chance.

You ran past him straight to Kokomi’s, wanting to escape. On the way, you could feel another round of flowers coming up your throat, but you held them down till you reached your destination.

Meanwhile Heizou stood still, shocked at what had transpired, a hand outstretched in the direction you had ran.

It was him.

As his brain finally processed things, he was still in disbelief and shock. He had been smart enough to figure out that you had hanahaki, but much too dumb to realise who it was directed towards. It was then that he forced his body to run, to search for you.

Late into the night, he still had no idea where you went, as he stood in the desolate streets of Inazuma, hands clenched.

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More than a year had passed since then, and he had no clue of your whereabouts, or if you were even alive or dead. Everytime he thought of you, regret and guilt filled him as he cursed himself out.. If only he’d told her his feelings instead of hiding them like an idiot. If only he’d run after her immediately. If only he’d figured out your feelings faster. If only, if only…

He was in Watatsumi Island for a new case, although his efficiency at work had decreased over the last year. He thought he might as well take some time off for himself, give himself some time to recuperate quietly. 

But it seemed fate had other plans for him, as his eyes fell upon a figure in the woods of Watatsumi Island, one more than familiar to him.

His heart jumped into his throat as the figure straightened, then turned to look at him. “...[Y/N]?” He ran towards you to engulf you in a hug, but stopped short on seeing the expression on your face. There was curiosity, but not an inkling of recognition.

Ah. So that’s why he didn’t see you anymore. You’d taken the surgery and moved out.

“Oh, do I know you? May I help you? I see you are new here.” You said with a kind, polite smile, the one that you usually reserved for strangers.

His heart and fists clenched as he realised that you had no idea who he was anymore. As he realised that once again, he was too late.

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[blisschi]

• Ocean of Feelings •

Pairing: Kaeya x Hanahaki! GN! Reader

Warnings: Modern AU, +3k words, Angst, Major Character Death, toxic relationship, blood, choking •

Notes: I hope Kaeya isn't too ooc. //HELP AFTER READING IT AGAIN BEFORE POSTING I SUDDENLY DON'T LIKE IT--

What does it feel like?

 

 "Kaeya!"

 

The sound of shoes innocently reflecting off the asphalt surface.  His little hand is lightly clamped on your wrist, pulling you into unknown for you regions.

"Kaeya ..! Where are we going?"  You asked, looking at the back of your friend's head.  Even though you couldn't see his face, you knew there was a big smile on it.  Kaeya was extremely excited to show you one of the places his father showed him recently.

 The boy stopped suddenly, causing you to crash into his back.  "O-ow--"

 "We are supposed to take our shoes off here."  He said, letting go of your hand to kneel down and neatly untie the laces of his shoes.

 You looked around to see that you almost made it to one of the nearby beaches. You've always loved the water, the sea.. the ocean.  - But there was something about it that made you feel a little uneasy.

 Although it is beautiful, you have never dared to see it with your own two eyes.

Though, why should it be surprising?  You were just a child.

 "I.. don't know if it's the best idea.. Mom is probably worried--"

 "Hurry! It gets cold here when it's late."  Kaeya set his boots aside to take off yours. "It's really uncomfortable when sand gets between your toes."

 You sighed softly, looking down at the top of his head.

 Kaeya knew how much you were drawn to the ocean.  Anyway, he was the one who showed you stories and pictures that looked amazing in the eyes of a child. - In your eyes.

 "Alright!-"

 "Kaeya! I'm scared.. I want to go home.." Tears appeared in your eyes and your lower lip trembled slightly - trying to hold back crying.  The boy got up from the ground and looked at your frightened expressions.  Why?  Why were you afraid of something you have long wanted to see?

 "[Y / N]. My dad always tells me to not be afraid because I have others! I have him, Diluc.. and you!"  His little hands gently cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the single tears that have fallen from your eyes.  "I have you. You have me. We protect each other."

 A loud sigh left your mouth once more.  - This time you tried to calm down. True, Kaeya has always been the one to get you a seat in the playground.. or the one to ask for two scoops of ice cream when you were afraid to speak up.

 When he's with you, everything will be fine.

You smiled slightly and nodded, bending to pick up your shoes.  Bravely holding them in one of your hands, you looked out to the sea.

 Kaeya took your hand lightly, once more and pulled you towards the shore - stopping only a meter from the water's edge.

 "Water here is cold, even though the sun shines on it all day long."  He said, turning his head towards you.  One step was enough for his feet to sink into the water.  "I wonder how it is here in winter.. Must be freezing! Do you think water is frozen during Christmas?"

 As the boy continued, your gaze was focused on the horizon.  You haven't seen the other side of the land.  - As if it didn't exist at all.

 "Huge.." You whispered, drawing your friend's attention to you.  "Incredibly.. huge... Just as it was described in the book!"

 There were sparks of excitement and admiration in your eyes.  This is the first time you've seen something this big.  Kaeya laughed softly and pulled you towards him - that's how your feet met the water too.

 "Cold!"  You screamed, instinctively pushing the boy away, hard enough that Kaeya fell into the water.  "Kaeya!"

 You were afraid if something happened to him. In an instant, your eyes seemed to tear up again, but instead of, as you though, Kaeya's cries - all you heard was a sincere laugh.

 "I told you it's cold! Haha!"

 Your cheeks flushed as you realized the boy was okay.  "I-I didn't expect it to be tha-- Aah!!"

 Instantly, Kaeya grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.  The cool waves gently wrapped around your bodies. All you wanted to do at this point was to yell at him and say that your parents would be very unhappy, but when you heard his childish laugh again - You couldn't help, but start laughing as well.

 "I will take you here every month, [Y / N]!"

 

 It is a promise then.

 "Till we see the frost?? I can't believe that all of this water is going to be frozen.."

 

 Please, keep it.

 

 It feels like someone stuffed me full of flower petals that float around my lungs all day.  It feels like I'm choking on my own feeling, like I'm drowning in my own desire.

 

 "Haah.. Looks like water didn't freeze this year as well.."

 Severe, not many years have passed. You and Kaeya attend to the same school together. both of you always stay close to each other.

 "Diluc told me that ocean never gets frozen."  Kaeya looked at you and with one hand took the backpack off his back while throwing it on the sand carelessly.

 "Kaeya! You shouldn't go into the water!"  You called out to the boy as he started walking towards the shore. "It's cold!"

 Kaeya smiled slightly as he dipped his feet into the water.

 "I was prepared for something cooler."

 

 I've been sick since we were kids, yet the mind of a child is too innocent.. to understand what truly love means.

 

 The following years passed too quickly.  Before you knew it, two of you had to go to the high school.  Fate yet, wanted high school to the the place that separate you.

 You tried to spend as much time as possible with him.  You devoted all your afternoons, evenings, weekends, and all your free time to him.  Sometimes you felt like the male was distancing yourself from you. He met new people, new interests... it was all beyond your reach.

 Were it not for your promise from years ago, you would have thought Kaeya had lost interest in you long ago.

 Snowflakes fell and covered the beach like a blanket, a white curtain.

 "Do you remember when we though that.. the water in the sea can actually get frozen?"  You laughed as you tried to start any sort of conversation with him.  Kaeya looked at the horizon for a moment, then his gaze returned to the phone screen.  "Now as I think about it.. it was quite silly.."

 Kaeya tucked the phone into his back pocket and grabbed your hand snugly.

 "But we did have fun back then, remember?~" He laughed and pulled you towards the water.  Despite your screams of protest that it is cold, that you will be sick - the boy threw you into the water without hesitation.

 "Hhn - Kaeya !! D-do you think it's funny?!"  You screamed, and the only response you got was a quiet chuckle.  Although you fell into the water only with your legs, your body was covered with chills, making you immediately run away from the shore.

 "Aw.. Come on. Can't handle the cold?"  He joked as he walked over to your shaky form.  In one move he took off his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders.  "Here. Didn't know you were such a warm-blood."

 You rolled your eyes, turning your head away from him.  Does he also push his other friends into the water?  Should you feel special that he was offering you a coat?  It's nothing.. Every time you meet, every moment - is spent by him on the phone.  Who is he chatting with?

 "Kaeya.. I--" You broke off mid-sentence, a strangled cough escaped your throat.  Your lungs hurt.

 "Hah? Did you get sick already? So fragile."  He sighed and wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you away from the sea.

 

 Maybe if I noticed earlier, my heart wouldn't shatter like a glass.  My lungs wouldn't bloom like a flower fields we used to visit during those careless childhood years.

 

 It's been months since Kaeya hasn't shown up.  Of course, your contact wasn't completely broken.  You kept writing with each other online and sometimes even went out together.  Visiting the seaside has become something forgotten to him.. although maybe it was you, that did not know how to let go of the past.

 It was almost winter.  The atmosphere was getting colder day by day, but the fall didn't quite seem to go away just yet.

 You put one hand over your mouth to hide your choking cough.  A simple disease - the average person would think.  Hanahaki disease was not popular enough, hardly anyone suffered from it.  You found out that you were a victim of thus disease a few months ago when flower petals first came out of your mouth.  Blue like ocean.

 So you looked for a solution.  The first thing you did was do an internet search - but the things you found broke your heart even more.

 So she has to love me?  You knew your childhood friend was quite happy with his current life. He has found his significant other, he has friends, and his studies are going well.  Who are you to destroy it all?

 In some moment you started to think that maybe it's be better to never be friends with him, at all.

 I don't even want to love anymore.. - You used to say to yourself every time more petals got stuck in your throat, taking away your air supply.  The second option would be surgery to remove the flowers, but then you would forget about Kaey and everything you had in common.  You would forget about a feeling, a promise, the sea. You would rather not live than live without it.

 So you accepted your death, but you tried to delay it as much as possible and spend this time with the male.  Of course, Kaeya knew nothing.

 You learned that there was a special type of tea that numbs the pain and reduces coughing - without hesitating, you decided to get it.  No matter how much time you have left.  Kaeya can't find out.

 You took your phone out of your pocket and looked at the message on the screen.

 [Y / N], I won't be on the beach today.  My girl wanted me to come over, but don't worry.  Let's hang out tomorrow.

 You stared at the display for a moment, reading the words he had written over and over again.  The only thing that stopped you was the tear drop that suddenly hit the screen.

 

 It hurt.

 

 Your hand clenched into a fist, and your knees buckled under your own weight.  Covering your face, you allowed yourself a moment of weakness and, crying, regretfully shouted out to the waves, believing that they would give you an answer.  - "Why did the world made me experience heart break this way?!"

 

 Maybe if I noticed earlier, I'd have time.. to stop myself from loving you.

 

 The next day, as promised - Kaeya met you in the nearby cafe. You associated this place with the best days of childhood, when it was enough to stay under a cozy blanket to feel safe.  Safe - this is how you could describe this place.

 You could smell coffee and various cakes in the air.  You'll miss their taste.

 "E-ekhn--" A muffled cough left your throat once again.  Kaeya glanced at you surreptitiously and raised one eyebrow upward.

 "You've been having coughing fits recently, you're okay?"

 Your only response was a quick nod of your head.

 "I'm okay! It's just a cough."  You laughed and covered your mouth with a hand, the other one reaching into your bag.  "You know that I get sick very easily.."

 Perhaps Kaeya could feel the lie in your voice, but it didn't cross his mind that you might suffer of love.  It took you a moment to dig a small packet of tea out of your bag.  Herb - as you liked to call it.

 "Hm? Didn't know you're into herbs.~" Kaeya teased you and, placing his elbow on the table, he leaned on hid palm.

 "Excuse me? Can I take your order?"  The sweet voice of the waitress interrupted the conversation you had just begun.  You thanked her in your heart, because you don't know how would you be able to explain to Kaeya keeping tea bags with you wherever you go.

 "Two cappuccino-"

 "No. I'll take just a glass of water.. if it's possible."

 Kaeya sneaked a glance at you, but didn't comment on your choice. You were always a little unpredictable, even as a kid, so he just chose to ignore it.

 The rest of the meeting passed fairly calmly.  The drink was a relief, Kaeya finwlly reminded you of the boy from the old days, and for a moment you thought that maybe you would have a chance to return to normal after all.

 Until his phone rang.  A girl who seemed to be immensely furious that her boyfriend was seeing someone else.

 

 I hope you never feel the way I do.

 CRASH

 "Why aren't you working?!"  Your desperate voice filled the room.  Your body in the center, flower petals around you.  "Why?!"

 Tea has long ceased to bring you comfort.  It has long lost the taste that helped you satisfy your emotions.

 Your heart ached, your lungs burned.  Your throat stung, but nothing compared to the feeling that was eating you up inside.

 Heavy sobs escaped from your mouth, your tears ran down your red with anger and sadness cheeks.

 "A-am I going to die unwanted?"  You asked without counting on an answer. after all, you already knew it.

 

 What does it feel like?

 

 You've been visiting clubs pretty often lately.  Kaeya was only able to exchange text messages with you because of hid relationship, sometimes both of you made short phone calls, but that's it.

 You had to find a way to help you deal with the pain - so in addition to trying the herbs constantly, believing that they would eventually start working again. You helped yourself with alcohol.

 The coughing attacks seemed to tire you more and more.  You didn't try to hide it anymore, there was no one from whom.  There was no point in trying at all.

 

 It feels like I'm drowning.

 

 Knock knock

 

 Kaeya knocked on your door, his eyes focused on the doorknob in front of him.  When you didn't answer, he thought you were offended by what had happened in the past weeks.

 However, Kaeya is here to sort it all out.

 "[Y / N]? I know I've been a jerk."  He started, sighing.  "I didn't really notice when the relationship between me and my girlfriend got toxic and tense."

 No answer.

 "We broke up yesterday, can you believe? She wanted me to delete your number."  Kaeya pulled the handle and to his surprise, the door was open. 

"[Y / N]?"

The male went inside and carefully searched all rooms. The house was empty.  The adrenaline hit him suddenly, forcing him to act instinctively.

 Someone kidnapped you?  Where are you?  Where could you go?

 Why?

 Kaeya searched most of the places he thought he might find you.  There is only one left - your favorite.

 It was almost the end of winter. The moon had just risen, saying goodbye to another day.  Kaeya ran towards the beach as if his life depended on it.

His feet met the sand and he saw.  - you.  Your person on one of the benches, near the shore.  Head turned towards the water.

 "[Y / N]!"

 Your eyes widened.

 "Kaeya ..?"

 Don't let him see me like this..

 Blood stained your clothes, hands and mouth.  You turned your head towards him, the breath in his throat stopped when he saw your state.

 Dry tears on your cheeks, reddened eyes.  Why?

 Kaeya wasted no time taking you to the hospital.  No matter what you were sick with - you immediately needed a specialists.

He took you there despite your screams and crying, despite the words that you want to stay in the place that was extremely important to you.  Kaeya thought it was just gibberish, caused by illness.

 Doctors decided on an operation - extraction of flowers.  However, your case was so serious that they were not sure if you'd survive.

 Kaeya stared straight ahead in front of the surgery room.  When one of the doctors opened the door, the male immediately looked up to see his emotionless gaze.

 

 It feels like I'm drowning..

"Sir.. The operation was a success since we managed to extract the flowers, however.." The man took a deep breath.  "..patient died on the operating table."

 Kaeya's lips twitched, but his expression did not change.  His head suddenly lost all thoughts, and all that remains in his memory are the words he wanted to say to you today.

 

I think that's you I'd like to be with.

 

 Like I'm sinking in the ocean of hurtful feelings.

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[sidemari]

Sorry if I’m doing this wrong- it’s my first time using tumblr and I’ve never requested anything </3 Anyways, could I reques a Venti x reader, where reader has hanahaki? Ou! Also with a bad ending please :} please and thank you!

"I was here all the time only you didn't see"

Pairing: Venti x GN!Reader

Warnings: None, it's angst.

Author's notes: Hey Mei, I hope you enjoy this text! Ty for the patience and also for the rq! I loved writing this. Could you or a pure soul give me feedback on my asks, pretty please? 💕

Picture by @Saasaamee on Pinterest.

Your grave looked really beautiful.

Cecilias were spread right above the earth, giving the place a hurtful melancholy.

The heart of the bard now ached like many years ago, when he lost a good old friend.

"Rest in peace, my muse"

His memories brought him back to the warm day you confessed to him.

You looked so beautiful.

So beautiful he could write many ballads and poems about you and your beauty.

But he didn't love you.

His heart didn't belong to you, even though your heart belonged to him.

He never felt anything else than admiration for you.

The lack of reciprocity started killing you.

They called it the Hanahaki Disease.

What a beautiful name for such a cruel path the ones affected by it should cross.

You hide it from him until your condition got worse.

You were able to hide it until the very ending of your life.

All the times you saw Venti running through Monstad carefreely, angst formed in the pit of your stomach because you knew he wouldn't be yours.

All the times he performed his songs to the Monstadians made your emotions became a wreck.

"The number of petals is growing with every day" You mumbled weakly after a coughing fit one day.

You knew what would happen.

You'd eventually die.

And you were willing to do so.

Venti wouldn't start loving you so you could be free of that mortal disease.

And you were completely against the idea of loosing all your memories and feelings only to continue with your meaningless life.

That was it.

Your life was completely meaningless without his love.

You didn't care if you loose your life if that meant you'd prove him how badly you wanted him by your side.

You couldn't care less about keep going with your life.

3 months.

3 months had passed after your confession.

The petals you coughed every single became actual flowers.

It was happening fast.

Perhaps the velocity the Hanahaki disease killed you was proportional the devotion you had towards your loved one?

You didn't know. And you didn't want to know so.

The flowers you coughed for the first time looked beautiful.

Cecilias.

They were his favorite flower.

They were the proof of your love towards him.

You were happy with the flower your disease had chosen.

The white petals you once coughed could be from any flower out there but now you were sure they were indeed Cecilias.

"(Name), you should choose the surgery so you can stay alive before it's too late. I don't want to loose you, you're so precious to me" One friend of yours told you the first time they saw you coughing the pretty white flower.

You were ashamed.

Someone had discovered your secret.

You should have been more careful.

How could you let someone visit you while you were suffering from the Hanahaki Disease?

"If I choose the surgery I will forget about you. I will forget about who I truly am. I will forget about him" The salty tears couldn't stop streaming down your pretty face. "I can't do that. I will loose my essence if I do so"

Your friend was completely destroyed inside by your words.

But they weren't so broken like you.

You were feeling way worse than them.

How could the mind of a person who chose die for love be any calm?

5 months.

The pretty flowers became little bouquets of Cecilias.

You couldn't save your life anymore.

The surgery to take off the plant roots from your organism wouldn't work at that point.

The only two options you had now were:

Gaining his love.

Or dying.

One day you were at Stormterror's Lair, enjoying the peaceful yet sorrowful atmosphere.

Another bouquet left your throat and mouth.

Dear archons, it hurted.

It hurted like pure hell.

It hurted you physically but even more emotionally.

You knew you couldn't fight against your fate any longer.

That same day Venti saw your suffering for the first time.

He was the one who made you like that.

And he felt completely guilty about it.

He felt sick to his stomach the moment you told him you hadn't chosen the surgery.

He even tried to seek anything more from the admiration he felt towards you.

But the feeling didn't hit him.

He was completely unable to love you like the way you did with him.

He couldn't save you from your destiny.

7 months.

The bouquets got bigger.

And your pain got worse.

The day you saw Venti playing his lyre at the central plaza of the City of Freedom was the day you knew you'd be gone.

No escape.

His green eyes glowed with pure happiness as he hugged some people of his nation while your tears made your eyes burn and the need to cough became too hurtful to you hold it, even in public.

Blood.

Blood stained the bouquet of Cecilias.

Your end was near.

You just wanted to farewell him.

He saw you even with the crowd that suffocated him.

He saw you even though your frame was distant from him.

Running towards you, he took your almost lifeless body to the place where you both first met.

Starsnatch Cliff, the place where the Cecilias grow.

"I love you, (Name). Please, don't leave me"

"Venti, I know it's not true. Instead, I would be cured from this suffering. You don't love me and there's nothing wrong about that"

You caressed his cheek.

"I don't want to loose you! Please, stay with me a little longer!" He screamed when your body collapsed against the ground, but his voice sounded low.

Why did his voice sound so quiet?

You blinked slowly continually while Venti tried to bring your energies back.

"And it's no use looking for me in other timbres or other laughs. I was here all the time only you didn't see" His heart skipped a beat with your line.

"(Name), please. Listen to me! Stay with me, I will find a cure somehow"

"I love you, Venti. And I will always do"

Your grave looked really beautiful.

Cecilias were spread right above the earth, giving the place a hurtful melancholy.

The heart of the bard now ached like many years ago, when he lost a good old friend.

"Rest in peace, my muse"

He whispered, before leaving the place your grave was at.

The stunning location you both once met, long years ago, had became extremely dreary as you rested from your suffering.

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[hpalways]

Broken Petals || Kazuha

Note: This is a hanahaki disease Kazuha oneshot! So heads up, angst is waiting hehe

Some days, he could hear it, crawling right out of him. Other days, it would be serene as the rippling waters below him. It usually altered between the two, distorting his reality for a few while the wind tickled his ears and the trees warned him of the inevitable. He was connected with the outside world, allowing them to guide him on all aspects of his life, because he longed for freedom. But this one very thing, he shrunk away from their touch, too stubborn to rescind the very thing that kept him going.

His eyes trailed to the [h/c] locks that furled with the breeze, to the gentle smile that was locked on your lips as you pulled at the wagon through the fields. Being the small townsperson you were, you worked in the fields of Inazuma daily until you had nothing left to lose. It was a difficult life, but most had no other choice, shouldering burdens to carry a family back home. Your mother sick and your brother too young, you were the one to take care of everyone. 

But deep inside, he sensed something more from you. It was a longing of freedom, just as he did. Each time he approached you, he could hear relief in your breath -- relief from the harsh labor that always came to haunt. 

"Do you need help?" he asked quietly, extending a hand to the handle of the wagon you lugged. 

You shook your head, gratefully smiling nonetheless. "You know it's always going to be a no. Besides, I'm almost done anyway. Instead, why don't you tell me a poem like you do sometimes? That, in itself, helps me a lot."

Pondering for a second, he watched your figure for a silent moment, red hues drinking you in. That was what he always loved about you. You were so selfless, so graceful, and so beautiful. You didn't need to be a noble to show off such attributes to everyone -- you didn't need to wear silky robes to become the person everyone looked up to. Nothing you did was ever taken for granted, because you lived your life with a smile, despite never being able to achieve your true dream. 

In the dark shed, he realized how tight spaced it was. Cheeks glowing warmly to be in close proximity to you, he stayed on the side to see you shoving the large wagon back. He dug his heels into the cool dirt when you turned to him, wiping sweat off your forehead happily. "No poem today? Aw, that's too bad." Stepping up to the samurai, you pat his cheek in a friendly manner. "Your presence was enough, so that's okay. Oh... I shouldn't dirty you in my hands. I'm sorry about that." Just as you were retracting your hand, he instinctively latched his fingers onto your arm to stop you. [e/c] irises widened momentarily, bewilderment coloring your features. 

There was nothing romantic about this -- not at all rosy like the poems he made up with his thoughts on you. He let out a sigh and released your arm. "My apologies," he whispered, stalking right out of the shed before you could utter a word. "I need to get going now."

His trek back to his home was a quick one, with stealthy footsteps from all his training as a samurai. The sun was setting warmly, casting shades of orange and pinks across the skies in an ombre fashion. 

Though each step was quick, the heavier it got as it went on. 

He thought about the Vision Hunt Decree and how he would have to escape from Inazuma soon. No matter what, he couldn't stay here, not when all his aspirations were kept in his vision. After what his dear friend went through to fight against the Decree, Kazuha could never sit back and allow the officials to rob of him. 

If he were to leave Inazuma, then there was one thing he wanted to do, to wrap things up and cut clean ties.

Arriving at his home, he walked into the cold building. Just before he could go in deeper, an unfathomable pain spread through his torso. Releasing a gasp, he crumbled to the floor, clenching his stomach and curling up into a ball. Salty tears clung to the corner of his eyes, blurring his vision and setting the world on fire. He was burning along it, fireworks going off internally, trickling red, red, and more red, that soon grew black. 

His nails curled into the wood planked floors while he whimpered, the agony becoming unbearable. Getting into a fitful cough, every sound he let out wrenched at his soul, tearing it into pieces. They took their time, shoving an arm down his esophagus and cackling in joy at his suffering. 

One last cough stopped the pain. Something flew out of his mouth, daintily spinning in the air like a lone ballerina. It was a petal, coated in thick blood at the edges.

Another one. 

Numbly staring at the sight, he thought that it looked beautiful. It was almost as beautiful as you, a soft texture to its surface, yet stronger around the edges. It was almost as beautiful as you, but nothing could ever match your beauty. 

He was going to endure this. For you.

The next day, he decided he had to rip the band-aid off. Time was less on his side by the day and soon he would have to leave. 

Fortunately, today you had a day off, so you invited Kazuha out to stroll around the paths of Inazuma. Of course, he agreed to it, knowing that this was the opportunity he was waiting. 

The two of you aimlessly wandered within the stretching paths, taking in the purple petals that sat prettily among branches and listening to the song of noisy birds. How stunning it was today, causing the corners of your mouth to lift up in sheer excitement. Your eyes lapped it up like a curious child running through the fields during free time, observing every little thing that failed to be inspected as a farmer. Staring at you, his heart squeezed. There was nothing more he wanted than to be by your side. 

"The Vision Hunt Decree is growing stronger by the day," you suddenly brought up, sorrow taking over your usual face. "You're leaving, aren't you, Kazuha? I know how precious that vision is to you."

But you're just as precious to me, he wished to say. "Indeed," he said instead, glancing up to the wispy clouds. "I am being called to leave. I don't believe it will be too hard to sneak out of here."

Your eyes watered and you opened your arms to wrap him into a hug. Skin brushed silk and your fingers clenched tightly to his back, trembling in sadness. Your head leaned into his shoulder, breathing him in. He let out a breath in surprise, heart pounding at your warmth, your skin, your touch. "I will miss you so much. I will miss your poems and your comforting voice and the time we spent fooling around like nobodies."

That was when he came to a realization. He was selfish for holding onto you, for even thinking that you would come with him when so many responsibilities held you down. Your situation and his were different, leading you two onto separate routes, never to be met again. 

He didn't want to let you go. It was driving him insane. It was driving him so insane a hand plunge into his chest. 

"Sometimes I yearn for more than what I have... more than what I deserve," he muttered, pulling away from you and putting a gap to the distance from the light of his life. 

"I do too," you agreed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. "Come visit me when the Decree is over, okay? Promise me."

How could he give you false hope like that? Even if the Decree were to be lifted, how could he ever dare face you again after such heartbreak? He knew you didn't love him the way he did you, but he chose to stay ignorant about it. And now... because he came to terms with it, it stung like hell just to be by your side. "I promise," he lied, the words slipping from his lips like slippery honey running down. Too sticky to hold on. And too sweet to ever be true. 

"I love you, Kazuha," you murmured, planting a kiss on light colored locks, the action erupting goosebumps all over his body.

Those were the words he dreamt of hearing from you. He cried because of those dreams, but he cried even more because the meaning behind them were not the kind he sought. 

Soon enough, you left, your back turned on him and growing smaller in the distance. He watched you without ever taking his eyes off of you, feeling the same pain burst into his system. He continued to keep his eyes on you when he crashed onto the ground, wheezing in raspy breath. A waterfall of tears slid down his cheeks, combining into one at the bottom of his chin, his features contorted from torment. 

He would endure this for you. Always. 

A kick to the gut sent him reeling and he doubled over, hugging himself as he coughed, over and over again. A petal flew out... and then another...

A flurry of petals escaped his mouth, sprinkling the sky of petals. This was more than what he would normally get. 

Coughing turned into hacking, succumbing him into the earth. He was being suffocated, suffocated by a love that was never his to begin with. With one last cough -- a clean petal rested on the side of his cheek, representing you. Fluttering his eyes shut, he decided that he would endure this, even death, for you. 

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[officialscaramouche]

Hanahaki — a gift for @ambers-glider

Pairing: Scaramouche x Gn!Reader

Summary: Scaramouche caught a love sickness that could only be cured by mutual love.

AN: please read @ambers-glider ‘s part one and two before reading this so that it makes sense :)

Warnings: language

Word count: 1,691

Scaramouche felt bad for you. It was by pure coincidence that he saw you when you caught sight of Victor and his girlfriend. He saw the way your face dropped when she clung to his arm and he sympathized for you. But it was your fault anyway. Everyone knew Victor had a girlfriend, but since you were always cooped up in your office I guess it couldn’t be helped.

Noticing the way your personality had changed, Scaramouche actually kind of liked it. You weren’t annoyingly upbeat and overly friendly like before, so he found himself visiting your office more. He enjoyed the silence the two of you shared, even if he wasn’t always welcomed.

Childe would unfortunately come in every now and then to check in on you especially after finding out that Scaramouche often hung out in your office. And when he did, the two of you would talk briefly about mindless things. Scaramouche didn’t understand why it mattered to talk about stupid things like the weather, or what you were having for lunch.

Scaramouche walked into your room a little more forcefully than normal. At first he didn’t say anything, especially after you told him you wanted to be alone. But after sitting on the couch there for a while, reading the book he brought to work, he broke the silence. “What are your plans for today?” He asked casually, not taking his eyes off his book.

You looked at him incredulously. Was he seriously trying to have small talk with you? “...Nothing. After work, I have to do laundry.”

It was silent once more, this time a bit more awkward than it usually was. He shut his book and hummed, standing to stare at you from the other side of your desk. “Would you like to join me at Third Round Knockout?”

You leaned back in your chair to look up at him closely. What was his deal? What point does he want to make with bothering you for lunch? At least he asked you now, after getting over your sickness, rather than before when you would’ve jumped at the idea. You couldn’t deny your curiosity, however. “Are you paying?”

Scaramouche scowled. “I guess I am.”

It was weird sitting at an intimately small table with your boss. But it also had been a while since anyone had taken you out. Scaramouche didn’t eat out much, but it was your favorite restaurant. He asked for your opinion on some foods, but once the waiter took your orders, it was challenging to find something to talk about. You stared out a window until he finally broke the silence. “It’s good that you’re feeling better,” he said plainly.

“Thanks, I guess,” you responded curtly.

The both of you decided that instead of forcing conversation, you’d just sit in uncomfortable silence. After a while, Scaramouche coughed awkwardly into a fist and excused himself from the table. On the way there, the itch in his throat began to grow itchier and itchier until he slammed the bathroom door open and hung his head over the sink, his fingers grasping desperately at the edges. He scratched at his throat as he continued to hack, tears beginning to well in his eyes as he struggled to find relief in his coughs. Finally, whatever was caught in his throat came up and he spat it into the sink, the purple petal coated in his saliva falling helplessly before him. “You’ve gotta be fucking with me— ackh!” His cough grew more and more persistent as petals came spilling from his lips. He slapped his hands onto his cheeks and screamed. “What the fuck!!”

His shout was heard by the entire restaurant. People looked around nervously, some of them at you remembering that he was with you. You laughed in embarrassment, tentatively walking to the bathrooms to make sure he was okay.

A couple of men scrambled out of the restroom as you approached, making side comments about Scaramouche. “What the hell is his problem?” One of them mutters.

You knock before entering, announcing yourself as you push the door open. “Sir, it’s me, are you okay?”

He stared at himself in the mirror, hunched over the sink, with spit dribbling down his chin. “Get out.” He spits, a couple of weak coughs puffing out of his cheeks.

“Oh,” you breathe, noticing the sink full of petals. “Oh, sir I’m sorry,” you walk over to him and begin washing the petals down the sink. “We need to get you looked at quickly!”

“No!” He shoved you away, hating to admit that his heart was pounding when your hands held his shoulders. “I don’t want to be fucking operated on!”

“It’s okay!” You reassure, pulling him up from the sink. “The reason why...I was so upset about Victor is because he made me fall in love with him. To get over someone else…” Scaramouche closed his eyes to focus on curving the coughs. ...And to listen to your voice. “I know I’m not the best to look at, but I can try to help.”

Scaramouche couldn’t help but to smile at your innocence. How were you going to help? You were the problem! “...You’re right you’re not attractive at all.” You furrowed your brows and put your hands to your hips. He laughed at your expression. “Fine. You can try to help me.”

He was setting himself up for failure, he knew that. But seeing you try so hard to figure out the type of person he liked was amusing to him. One day you were doting, cooking for him and making sure he drank water. But then the next you were neglectful, thinking that maybe he didn’t like someone who doted on him. You tried being clingy, you tried playing hard to get. You tried cleaning his house, you tried making it filthy. Nothing seemed to be working since he coughed up more and more petals everyday, but as he lay there feeling the life drain out of him with every cough, he seemed to feel pretty happy in his final days.

Soon enough, he was too weak to even open his eyes. You tucked the blanket snugly around him and exchanged the cool towel on his forehead. “Please let me tell Childe,” you whispered.

He scowled, amazingly mustering enough energy to do so, and coughed. “No,” he said weakly. “I don’t want— ackh— anyone to cut me open.”

“I’ll cut you open myself!” You joked, pulling at the shirt he wore.

“I’d let you,” he smiled. He figured that if he was to die today, he might as well tell you how he felt. “You’re so dumb, [Y/N]. But that’s what I like about you. You work so hard no matter what you’re doing. Whether it’s paperwork or watching over me...you give it your all.” You blinked at him, trying to process his words. “Maybe if I had been a little nicer to you...I wouldn’t be lying here dying. Maybe we’d actually have been in love.”

“What are you saying?” You ask dumbfoundedly, your hands shaking where they lay on the bed.

“These stupid petals, [Y/N], they’re for you.”

It took you a moment to understand what he was saying so clearly as day. The man you had nearly died for, now lay dying for you. You spent almost two months suffering because he had not cared about you and now he spent these last two months suffering. But you suffered alone. This time, Scaramouche was suffering with you right by his side.

“I...I don’t know what to say.” You said finally.

Scaramouche turned over to lay on his side, facing his back toward you. “That’s alright. You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to let you know, that way I would die without regret.”

“No, sir, you don’t understand.” You swallowed the lump in your throat to muster up the courage.

Scaramouche began to feel relief as he lay there. These are my last few minutes, he thought to himself. His body grew too weak to cough. At least, he figured, he’d die without coughing his lungs out.

You fiddle with your fingers and hyped yourself up to admit why you were sick in the first place. “Scaramouche...the reason I was sick...was because I loved you.”

Scaramouche was too weak to cough. So he should’ve been too weak to sit up. He sat up with such vigor, turning to look at you. He had been laying in bed for four days now, unable to sit up. Yet here he was, looking at you. The itch in his throat ceased. He didn’t stop coughing because he was weak. He stopped coughing because you returned his feelings.

Soon, the pink in his lips began to reappear. The color in his cheeks flushed, and his body aches seemingly disappeared. He tentatively reached forward, afraid that he had died and gone to celestia. This was a dream, this wasn’t real.

He cupped your cheek and caressed the skin there with his thumb. You held the hand on your face and leaned into the contact. All these months you had been suppressing your love for Scaramouche.

You didn’t want to be sick again. You forced your love onto Victor and latched on intensely so as to move on. But you didn’t know that while you were loving Victor, Scaramouche had been loving you. Watching you laugh and cling to Victor made him jealous. Jealous and possessive. When you recovered he wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. He wanted to learn more about you, talk to you, see the smile you used to give Victor. He wanted to see that smile and he wanted to make you his.

“You love me?” He asked barely over a whisper.

“I don't know why, but yes,” you joked with a laugh, a bright smile spread across your lips.

Scaramouche smiled too, albeit very little, but still a smile. The harbinger, and now your new boyfriend, promised himself that he’d protect that smile. Especially from Victor. “Good. You’re all mine.”

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[sungie]

blue icarus: kaeya alberich x gn!reader

a/n: i love kaeya, so i think it's time i wrote something for him

warnings: hanahaki au, angst, some suggestive banter, mentions of blood, imminent death, kaeya is depressed af

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“What a coincidence,” Kaeya drawls, “I never liked roses, myself.” He allows the pad of his finger to trail the goblet’s rim, watching darkly as drops of dandelion wine fractal into rouge lines across that small expanse of skin. “Not a romantic, hm?”

He glances up to catch the tail-end of your embarrassed shrug, only to watch you lean your head back and laugh. It isn’t fair—not at all—how irritatingly oblivious you act around him. And what irks him the most: your audacity to do it on purpose. He makes a mental note to never flag you down in the tavern again, don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, almost as if ingraining the words into his mind might revoke the string of mistakes that led to his own undoing.

Kaeya prides himself on his detachment. Satisfaction glows like cold embers when he covers all this frigid emptiness over with a low laugh that comes straight from his gut, or a sinister smirk that others view as a suave charisma that matches up with the image of a perfect son-in-law. Years of treachery tell him over and over again: love means nothing, at least, not in the grand scheme of things.

And, oh. The roses. “They grow around the winery,” you explain. “Or, at least, that’s what Diluc says. I see them in vases everywhere, and the whole place smells like…” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to grasp the right word, “like perfume? No.”

An unwanted memory melts softly against his tongue. He savors it for a moment, then grimaces and swallows the bitterness whole: afternoons of golden sun and crimson tickling against his face … all those years of laughter he thought would never, ever disappear. He knows the scent you speak of, although your explanation feels quite mistaken. Dawn Winery smells of oak, and weathered-years of history, and that nostalgic hint of grape that ages darkly in cellars far from the light.

Kaeya chuckles. “It seems the esteemed fragrance of Dawn Winery fails to impress the tastes of Master Diluc’s beloved. How pitiful … that head of his must run awfully small. Say, does your lover care to please you?”

He deserves the scathing look thrown his way, from both the sarcasm and casual innuendo laced between his words. Sure, it may seem like he crafts his words to wound you, but they only nestle hollowly between his own ribs, thorning their way deep into his chest.

“He’s not my lover,” you admit, quietly.

Before, those words might have just thawed the little flame of hope he snuffed away. But he knows better, now. The words that leave your lips rarely ever ring true. “Ah, my apologies. Your fling.”

“That’s even worse.” You take a contemplative sip from your glass. “And going back to what you were saying, it’s not that I hate roses. They just feel stifling.”

Kaeya thrums his fingers against his goblet. “Stifling? How so?” He doesn’t care too much about your reasoning behind it. But he supposes it might help him understand.

“Well, maybe it’s different since the ones he gives me are wild-roses.” A faint smile flickers across your face, and it bathes your facade in such blinding happiness that he looks away. “I do like wild-roses. He’s sweet, you know. I never thought he would be.”

So you never really hated the roses. Just hated what people thought they stood for. His jaw tenses as his throat cracks, and when he swallows, blood oozes metallic and warm. It horrifies him to notice the relief he feels at the morbid lubricant staining his insides melancholy, melancholy, melancholy.

Of course, Diluc possesses the capability to act sweet. Kaeya senses the hint of that bitter memory in his mouth and despite himself, he grasps at it further. The edges unravel in crimson smoke, and he follows one as it leads him to a Diluc laughing and wrestling him to the ground, a Diluc with a goading smirk on his face as he flaunts his vision high above his head; a Diluc who likes to tease and run around like he holds all the time in the world. He wasn’t just sweet. He captured life in his very palms, like the fireflies Kaeya settled with catching in hopes of sharing that glee of youth.

“You know what they say about sweet guys.” Kaeya hopes you don’t hear the scratch in his voice. What would he say, if you did? What would he do with your pity? What would Diluc do, when you blabbed all about it to him?

“That’s rich,” you laugh, “coming from Mondstadt’s resident fuckboy.”

Kaeya smirks. His chest heaves painfully. “Oh, ho. Keeping tabs on me? Let’s hear it, then. What’s my body count?” The words burn on his tongue. As much as people expect him to, he doesn’t want sex. He never has. What does that make him, then? He doesn’t know.

“Kaeya,” you sigh.

He raises an eyebrow. “Come on, I’ve lost track. You’d be doing me an awful favor.”

“I hate talking to you when you’re like this.”

“Like what?”

“Drunk.”

If anything, this hasn’t been enough. “Is there something so undesirable about a man who can’t hold his alcohol?”

Your patience wears away faster than he expects. “Yes, actually. And I wouldn’t worry about it. The number’s in the hundreds either way.” From how the judgment in your voice fades, Kaeya knows you don’t mean it. He watches your face contort, and if he waits just a second, he knows an apology would fall from your mouth. But he doesn’t want that. He hates anything even resembling pity.

“Past your bedtime, (Y/N)?”

The look you shoot him with could kill. “Apparently.” You slam a few coins of Mora down on the table, quickly sweeping your things into your arms. “You’re awful.”

Kaeya can’t help the cruel laugh that escapes his lips. He draws it out for as long as he can, relishing in how it echoes through the faint ambience of the tavern. “Oh, really. So it truly is past your bedtime, hm? I’ll say; does that apply to Master Diluc, as well?”

Your mouth parts. And then your face closes off to him completely. He knows you like to keep the record of your past lovers secret, and for one, slight moment, he regrets the words he spat out. Don’t think about it, don’t think, don’t think.

“Fine,” you whisper. “I’m going home to fuck your friend. So no, that doesn’t apply to him. Only you, Kaeya.”

“Pity,” Kaeya grins, widely. The lies come so easily. “It’s always been a fantasy of mine to take part in a threesome. Well, don’t let me keep you. Once you toss him aside, I’d love to hear all about your plans to ensnare your next innocent target.”

“Don’t feel jealous when I decide to hit up your father.”

Kaeya’s grin turns devilish. “Oh? I never knew you were into dead men. Kinky.”

The door slams. The pit in Kaeya’s stomach hollows, and he feels the heat drop from his face. Shit. Not now. Kaeya doesn’t watch your blurred figure as you storm past the windows. In fact, he seems oblivious to the fact you left in the first place. Instead he leans back and crosses his leg, musing trails of information around in his mind.

He bets on a few weeks before you bore of Diluc. Normally your flings last a few nights, or even a week, but he can tell your affections for Diluc run slightly deeper. Until then, Diluc will clock out from the tavern early … making there be no more Darknight escapades for a while. At least, not unless something extremely informative happens to reach those ears of his. Kaeya makes a mental note to snuff any trace of rumor about the Abyss immediately. He should ambush those stingy Treasure Hoarders at dawn to see if he can sweet-talk any information out of them.

Kaeya walks the path from the tavern to Dawn Winery often, and even if you happen to make a wrong turn, the route feels distinguishable enough. That settles it, then. He slips the pocket-watch from his corset to glance at the time. Two o’clock. From the three hour window from two to five, he can guarantee no one important will guard the archives. He remembers vaguely suggesting to Lisa that she should offer the night shifts to you, under pretense of gaining extra time with Jean. So for a couple weeks, Kaeya has three hours to get his hands on any important information without arousing suspicion.

He snaps the gloves further up his fingers. Everything always goes perfectly to plan. Except … except maybe not this. His hand unconsciously presses against his ribs, and he inhales sharply to wince at the tumultuous growth tearing at his insides. It makes him more cynical, he thinks. More lifeless than he already feels. He needs to work fast.

He spares a glance at the dandelion wine he pretended to drink all evening. From far away, or at least, from your spot on the table, it seems perfectly brewed. All dark, and red, and fragrant. With his hand covering the rim, the blood washing from his mouth and fermenting the drink to impotence could never be distinguished.

With no one left to care, or no one sober enough to remember, Kaeya doesn’t stifle the cough that wracks through his chest. The thorns scratch their nails anywhere they can reach; he feels the tender scabs break apart until suddenly the petals blossom up his throat, and he gags. The taste forces an unwanted fragrance into his mouth. Blue rose petals stain purple as they fall from his lips to flutter into open palms.

Kaeya laughs, bitterly. He half expects the Tsaritsa to arrive amid fever dream to grant him another cryo vision. Love and loss … pathetic. He swears he’ll stab a dagger into her before she forces life onto another person who so desperately wants to rest.

And he did so well. He put everything into place: dropping hints about Diluc that catered right to your interests, bringing you to the tavern the night he knew Diluc was in, and even specifically mentioning how much the Ragnvindr irritated him. And because you love a challenge, and even more, love seeing him frustrated, you swallowed the bait without a moment’s hesitation.

Kaeya can’t fathom how he managed to fuck such a good thing up. Did he latch onto you because he knew he could never, ever love you like you wanted? Is that what made you seem so safe? Kaeya changes his mind; he hates roses. He hates what they mean to people, hates what they mean to him, hates how they grow in his lungs and warp their way up his throat.

Flora, the little girl in Mondstadt who sells dandelion seeds and calla lilies, tells him blue roses have no meaning. Lisa believes differently; she says, with a sad smile, that blue roses mean the unattainable. Kaeya watches as she slowly stitches blue roses onto a beautiful garment meant for Jean. He stopped talking to Lisa, a while ago. It feels too painful to know that she awaits the same fate as him. It feels too painful to know that he’s the reason she cried when she pleaded for him to use his charm on you. Do anything to stay alive, please stay alive, don’t leave us, she begged. You’re my best friend.

Kaeya doesn’t know how he arrives back home. The roots scratching through his lungs make everything delirious and hazy. Meet the Treasure-Hoarders, he thinks. Set that alarm for an hour. He blinks at the clock beside his bed. Did he set it already? He can’t tell.

The uncomfortable thought stirring through his mind isn’t just paranoia, then. He knows, now, as he opens his mouth and feels the rose-bud growing past his tonsils that he only has a few days, at most. With a heavy heart, Kaeya turns over in bed. He’s been operating on stolen time for a while now.

Retribution, huh. Kaeya sighs. What a fool. Everything catches up to him, in the end.

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