#obey me hanahaki

[weirdlynne]

reposting this hanahaki au that i worked so hard for because we all love to see it again and we all need the soff

EDIT!!!

since you guys likes this so much, have an old doodle of blushy luci with flowers on his head

#obey me #lucifer obey me #fanart #lucifer fanart #artists on tumblr #hanahaki au

[hyperfixat]

day 12 of ai less whumptober: self harm (done via inaction to direct harm) + ambiguous ending!

day 10 and 11 will be posted at a later date (hopefully before the end if the month!!) supporting these posts helps encourage my writing and creating, thanks!

(@ailesswhumptober)

You don’t notice until a thorn pierces your lung.

There’s been an odd pressure building up in your chest for a while now, maybe two months, but you dismiss it easily.  Allergies or lack of exercise could explain it.

You’re in Demonology 102 when it happens.  A sharp pain near your heart.

You gasp sharply and Mammon, sitting next to you, gives you a concerned look.  You take a couple steadying breaths, trying to tune back into the teacher, but it’s hard to ignore that burning hot ache.  

You whimper as your pain tolerance gives and you lean over in your seat, clutching your chest.  Mammon’s kneeling in front of you in an instant, blue eyes frantic.

“Idiot, what happened?”  “Knew something was up.”  “Not gonna die on me, are ya?”

His words feel distant.  The wet on your cheeks is startling.  When did you start crying?

You whine and Mammon’s chest is now in your face, warm and soft, and smelling like him.  Then you’re in the air.

Brisk steps lead you out into the courtyard, through the beautiful flower garden, and into the Demon Lord’s Castle.  Vague voices, mildly familiar, fill the air frantically.

Faces surround you.

Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Mammon’s eyes all bore into your weak figure.

“What happened?” sharp words from Lucifer.

“Should I ready a portal to the human realm, my Lord?”

After the hospital visit, you start coughing up the petals.  Red roses, pale lilies, baby’s breath, and some other beautiful leaves speckled with your blood you can’t identify.

The first time it’s a single rose, a partially bloomed bud, over dinner.  You cough and cough, and you thought you were going to hack up a lung, but a single flower falls from your mouth.

The table had gone quiet, Mammon, Levi, and Asmo had been leading conversations and they’d gone stark pale and quieted down.

All eyes fall to the red rose blossom lying on your plate.  It’s quite a beautiful flower, if not the reason it came to be.

Lucifer said your name, voice uncharacteristically hollow.  You didn’t reply at first and Mammon had shook you to get you to look away from the flower you’d bloomed.

You met Lucifer’s eyes, the same shade as the rose that tore your esophagus up, shellshocked and hollow.

No one had acted quite the same after that.

They’re worried, of course they are.  They’re worried like any good friends should be, but that is just the problem.

-.-

“Come on, you have to get them removed,” Satan urges.  Your heart constricts dangerously, like a vine strangling around it.

You pull your lips into a thin line, pained half smile, and shake your head no.

“I can’t.  Being in love, even if it’s unrequited, it’s so beautiful.  I’d let my body turn into a garden of thorns before I’d get them removed.”  You hug the book you’d been reading tight to your chest and lean against the wall, carefully gauging his reaction.

Satan’s brow pinches, “okay, at least tell me who.”

“Don’t try and place the blame on anyone.”  You chide lightly.

“I just want to help you,” his voice leaks pain and you motion him to come closer.

“Satan,” you smile more genuinely this time.  When he reaches you and kneels to be at your level, you lift a hand up and smooth it through his hair.

“I love you, MC.”  Satan’s voice breaks a little, and when it does your heart shatters.

“I love you, too.”

-.-

Asmodeus halts in the process of dabbing your face, a mix of a frown and a grimace crossing his own.  You tilt your head when he pauses, and he speaks.

“Have you thought about… confessing?  To whom the flowers are for?  Because, doll, if they’re for me, I hope you know I absolutely adore you.”

You watch as he purses his lips, uncharacteristically worried about how you should feel about him.  The heart in your chest pounds heavily and your mouth has gone dry.

“I think…” you want to say which flower blooms for him, but think better of it.  “I love you, Asmodeus.”

His demeanor breaks and a weak smile shines through, “I love you too, my darling MC.”

-.-

Mammon has been avoiding you.  It’s obvious, seeing as before this he clung to you every chance he got.  He’s stopped sneaking into your room at night; stopped linking arms with you on the walk to RAD.

It hurts.

“Mammon, have I done something wrong?  Something to offend you?”

“Huh?!  No, you’re fine…”  He’s such a liar.

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

“I am not!”

You remain silent.  He cracks.

“It’s the flowers.”  Mammon sighs.  “I love you.  I don’t want to have you leave me.”

-.-

Leviathan tries not to make direct eye contact with you when he passes your designated controller.  His fingers brush your hand and he jolts away as if your touch hurts.

You sigh. 

“I’m making you uncomfortable.” 

Levi flinches into his seat, “no! No!  It’s just…”

You make to stand, a clench in your heart.

“I don’t want to assume things, but I… I love you.”

Oh.

“I love you too, Leviathan.”

-.-

Beelzebub and Belphegor approach you together, both mildly apprehensive.

“MC, we couldn’t help but notice,” Beel starts off.

“Linnaea borealis, it’s the twin flower, are they for us?”

“Yes,” you whisper ashamedly. 

“Oh, MC, we love you so much.”

“I wish you hadn’t doubted that.”

-.-

“Just tell us who the final flowers belong to.”

An embarrassed whimper leaves you and you curl tighter into Mammon’s hold.

“No one is gonna be upset, ya know.  We all want you to be okay, you idiot.”

“Yeah,” your voice comes out dry and your lungs hurt with the word.  The roses constrict around your heart.  “There’s no use.  It’s okay, though.  I’ve been selfish enough already.”

“It’s me.”  Lucifer says, standing tall in the doorway.  “I wouldn’t claim so if I were not certain.  It’s me, isn’t it, MC?”

Your eyes flicker down in shame.

“Yes.” 

-.-

The House of Lamentation’s garden has never been more beautiful.  

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[belphegorspillow]

Petals [Obey me x Gn!Mc]

TW: Angsty one-shot, Reader has Hanahaki disease, death, lesson 16 spoilers

Multiple Endings at the bottom! + an Epilogue [I did my best to try make them the same amount]

Mc held onto the sides of their sink as blood and petals cover up the sink and counters.

Mc looked up at the Mirror, grabbing their mouth-wash and cleans out their bloody mouth. They started to wash away all the blood that covered the sink

This has been happening for months. Ever since they started to crush on them. Yet they knew they would never be able to date their crush...

The first time they saw a petal fall was when they told themselves that they would never end up with their crush.

The petals started white and pink before turning red as the thorns started to tear inside of their body dying the innocent petals the colour of their pain.

As time passed more petals came before it started to bring blood along with it. They couldn’t do much about it. All they knew is that their time was limited if they didn’t confess or get a surgery to remove the flowers - along with the memories of them...

Mc would keep it a secret from all of their friends, no way that they could let it slip that they were dying because of something stupid...a dumb crush... 

Each time their crush came up to them, they would feel the burning of the petals that were trying to escape their throat.

Every night Mc would force everyone out to be able to cough up petals that they were trying to hold back for the whole day.

Their friends and their crush would ask what was wrong. They would lie that they were alright. Nothing was wrong. They were okay....

No one needed to know...No one needed to...

“Oi MC!” Mammon yelled as he busted open the door. Mc panicked a bit as they tried to clean up the blood faster before Mammon would find them. As Mammon entered to find Mc’s mouth covered in blood, petals littering the bathroom counter. 

He screamed. “Mc!”

.

.

“They have a disease called Hanahaki disease.” The doctor explained as the brothers stood at the entrance of Mc’s hospital room. They were looking between each other as expecting for someone to know. They could see the fear on Satan. They knew it was something bad.

“It means they have roses growing inside of them, it is slowly going to pierce through their lungs if it isn’t delt with.” The doctor explained as he showed an xray of Mc’s chest, roses were covering their lungs, as if it grew anymore it would kill them.

“Is there any way to prevent this from occurring?” Lucifer had some strain in his voice as he asked the doctor, clearly trying to not let his emotions get the better of him.

“There is a way. If we remove the flowers through surgery. But they will lose all memories of the person who they like and because of how bad they are already...it may not be 100 percent sucessful..”

“Who they like?” Satan soon sighed. “ Hanahaki disease is when a human has...feels for someone and they haven’t told them for a long time... They start to develop the disease... The ways to cure it is to confess to their crush or to get the surgery...”

The group went quiet. So Mc was going to forget someone if they get it removed.

“But, they chose to not get the surgery...” That suddenly got the attention of the group. “What.” Lucifer seemed angry at this. He was. Mc was going to die if they didn’t get this.

“Mc ain’t getting the surgery?!” Mammon was clearly panicked at this news. “Why aint they?! They can die!”

“My henry...They are going to die!!” “Poor Mc! They need the surgery!” “We can’t lose them again..“ “Mc... They have to get the surgery.”

“I don’t want to.” Mc opened up the door as they stared at each of the brothers, violently coughing as  red petals fell to the ground. “I chose that I don’t want the surgery. I don’t want to forget him and I know he won’t feel the same so I don’t want to confess either... So my only choice is this. None of you can change my mind. It’s final.”

The group would look at Mc, as much as they were pained to try and get Mc to reconsider. But they didn’t.

They were going to die... and they had to accept that... So they were going to spend as much time as they could with Mc before they die... they had to...

.

.

As Mc was reaching their final few days, they could barely breath anymore. They decided they would spend it with their crush for their final moments...

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ENDINGS:

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Lucifer

Lucifer was in his study, classical music was playing softly as he was doing his paperwork. A soft knock came at the door where he called them inside.

“Hey Lucifer...” Their soft raspy voice caused Lucifer to look up at them, seeing their normally warm skin turn pale, their eyes having so little light and blood on the edge of their mouth. It hurt Lucifer...It hurt him so much...

“Can we hang out for a bit. You need a break... Let’s take a walk.” Lucifer pushed himself out of his seat. “Mc, you’re too weak to go out and-”

“That’s why you’re coming with me. Now lets go before it gets too dark.” Mc started to head out, with Lucifer sighing softly and going to follow

As the two left and started their walk, Lucifer made sure to have a grip on their side incase they were to start to feel lightheaded.

Mc smiled weakly as the breeze pushes the hair out of their face as the two were walking.

“Thanks for coming with Lucifer...” “Of course Mc. I enjoy spending time with you...” Mc smiled a bit as they felt their heart beat faster before a coughing fit started and Lucifer held them close as he watched the petals and blood fall onto the ground. 

“We should go back-” “There is a park that isn’t too far. Lets go there.” Mc cut him off and smiled as they wiped the blood from their mouth. “It will be fun. Come on.” They held his hand and started to walk ahead a bit as to lead him to the park.

As the two reached the location, up on a hill in the park, Mc sat down on the grass and smiled a bit, patting the spot beside them. Lucifer hesitated before looking at Mc again and sighed, sitting beside them on the ground.

As the two sat in silence, Mc looked at the view and hummed. “I will miss the Devildom...” Lucifer looked at them again and seeing as they were tearing up. “I will miss your brothers, and their shenanigans.... Don’t tell Satan that I told you this, but he is the reason why your hair was dyed entirely gray once.” Mc laughed before coughing violently as they felt their breath disappear. They fell onto the ground as they were coughing violently. 

“And most importantly...I would miss you...” They whispered as their eyes were closing. “because...i love you...” 

Lucifer grabbed onto them, transforming into his demon form as to try and get back to the hospital nearby. He didn’t care if you were against the surgery...you needed it...you can’t die... not now...please... don’t die on him. He loves you too. He can’t...no please...don’t...

Lucifer felt your body go cold, no heartbeat, no pulse...nothing... He sat there, craddling Mc in his arms as tears started to fall.. 

‘Why didn’t you just forget me...‘

Mammon

“Mammon.” Mc grinned a bit as they went into his room, they were holding onto the wall as they were trying to go over to him. “Wanna watch some movies together?”

Mammon looked at Mc, he frowned a bit as he missed their normal, more vibrate personality. He hated seeing how weak they had become...

As Mammon set up the movies, Mc would curl up into his side and look at the screen and hums a bit. They look at Mammon who had his arm around them. They felt their heart start to beat faster before they started to cough intensely.

“Mc-” “I’m fine.” Mc coughed as they wiped the blood and petals from their mouth. “It’s not as painful as before.” They smiled at him tiredly. They moved to sit more comfortably on the couch and tried to relax

Mammon stared at them before starting to tears up.. he rests his head on their shoulder, causing them to get flustered, but it didn’t stop the petals that were clogging up their airway.

“Why don’t you just...get the surgery... Whoever ya forget, it doesn’t matter... I don’t want ya to leave me...”

Mc tears up as they open their mouth about to speak when they started to feel light headed, intense pain coming from their chest as they moved their hand to their chest.

Their lung got ripped... They were dying. Mc started to close their eyes before whispering softly. “I didn’t want to forget you Mammon...I loved you too much...”

Mammon froze at hearing that, he would be flustered and excited that his crush liked him back, yet they didn’t move. He didn’t hear them talk, they went cold...

They were gone. Mammon moved to hold them, staring at their closed eyes. They looked so peaceful...yet they were gone..

Mammon couldn’t see clearly as his teared filled his eyes. He screamed and cried.

Mc was gone.

“Why did ya have to leave me...’

Leviathan

Mc was trying their best to heal Levi as he was storming through the dungeon in the game the two were playing.

Levi had been asking Mc to play the game with them forever, yet they only decided to play it with him today. 

Levi was determined to finish the game. They didn’t have a long time to complete it. He didn’t know how much longer you would be with him... He needed to go through and spend as much time as he could with you.

“Levi...can we have a break? My hands are starting to cramp” Levi paused the game and panicked a bit. “Are you okay?! I-is it something to do with the disease? Are you leaving me?”

Mc grabbed Levi’s hands and looked at him. “Calm down... It’s just that my hands hurt from playing...” Levi nods his head and looks down, mumbling sorry.

“Are you scared?” Levi asked Mc softly. “Scared that you are dying?” Mc looked at their crush and hummed. “A bit... I’m also upset that I can’t spend time with anyone anymore. I will miss playing games with you and binging anime.” They laughed as they thought about it, before they violently started to cough up petals.

“Mc!” Levi went over and grabbed a bottle of water nearby as well as held onto Mc to prevent them from falling and getting hurt if they were going to faint.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Mc smiled weakly as their hand reaches to hold Levi’s. They sighed softly.

“I’m terrified honestly Levi...” Mc told him. “I’m scared... I don’t want to die...”

“Why didn’t you get the surgery.” Levi asked them as he tears up a bit and looked at them. “Whatever normie you would have forgotten didn’t matter! It’s not fair you have to suffer because of them.”

As Mc was going to respond, they started to violently cough. They held onto Levi, who grabbed them. He was panicking. “I-I will get Lucifer!” Levi tried to help them up, but they weakly pulled him down.

“It’s too late Levi...” Mc told him softly as they were coughing. They were tearing up as the pain was getting worse. They knew this was their last moments - Levi knew this too. Neither one wanted this.

“I love you Levi...I love you...” Mc whispered, but even though they confessed, they still died, because of the thorns destroying their lungs.

“Mc...” Levi stared and cries as he held onto their hand.

“Why did you leave me...”

Satan

Mc was sitting with Satan outside in the garden of the House of Lamentation as a small group of kittens were sneaking inside the gardens.

Satan would pet one gently as he looks over at Mc. “How is Ms Paws doing?” He asked as Mc was happily petting the small kitten.

“Ms paws is really cuddly.” They laughed weakly as they hummed a bit. They were trying to hold back the feeling of coughing up the petals.

Satan seemed to take notice and grabbed their hand. “If you hold it in, you could get worse...” He told them. They nod a bit and quickly pass the kitten over to Satan before moving and starting to cough up petals.

He would place down the kittens before going over to rub Mc’s back gently. That didn’t seem to help as Mc was still coughing violently. 

“Let’s go inside... you’re getting worse..” Mc shook their head as they were stopping their coughing fit. 

“It’s fine. I want to be outside... It’s nice...” Mc looked to where the kittens were and frowned. “They left.”

“They went back to their mom..” Satan gestured over to the group of kittens surrounding a cat that was escaping out the garden with the kittens.

Mc smiled a bit and sighed softly. “I really wanted to spend more time with the cute kittens! Now I can’t.” Mc pouted a bit which Satan looked at them.

“You could...If you go and get the surgery...” He suggested. Which Mc huffed and shook their head.

“I can’t. I’m in too bad of a condition to get fixed up now.” “Not true.. You can get it removed and angel magic can-”

“Satan. I said I’m not going to.” Mc said firmly as they look at him. “I am not going to do it. As much as you try.”

Satan frowned and looked at them. “Why not.. You are choosing to keep feelings for some guy than dying...”

“Because... I want to remember him... even if i’m dying.” Mc hummed as they started to cough again, petals and blood fell into the grass. It didn’t seem like their coughing fit was stopping anytime soon.

Satan went over and he grabbed their side, he noticed the light in their eyes was fading. “Mc-”

“I don’t want to forget you..” Mc whispered as they closed their eyes and their body went limp in Satan’s arms.

“You...” Satan was quiet as he stared at their face. He placed them on the ground before slamming his fist into the ground out of anger. He was angry. He hated himself. He was the reason. Why didn’t you just forget him.

“I should have forced you to forget me..”

Asmodeus

Asmodeus was finishing up with the outfit that you were wearing. “There. You look perfect my darling.” He smiled a bit, though it seemed a bit forced.

He hated how the outfit didn’t make you look like you... Your vibrate skin was pale, your bright eyes were duller. Nothing about your appearance made him hopeful you would survive...

“Thank you Asmo. I look really amazing thanks to you.” Mc spun around before wobbling a bit and Asmodeus grabbed onto their arm, leading them to sit on his bed.

“Be careful! I don’t want you getting hurt.” Asmo stared at Mc who smiled before feeling their throat blocking up with petals so they moved quickly to try and get to the bathroom, but were too weak to stand so they started to cough petals all over the ground

Asmodeus hated the sight, but he would deal with it to try and help Mc. He moved them to his bed, not minding that they were coughing blood and petals all over his sheets.

“Thanks Asmo...Sorry you have to deal with it...” Mc apologised as they were going to wipe the blood off of their mouth - which Asmodeus did instead with a napkin.

“It’s okay dear... I want to make sure you’re okay...” Asmo stared at them before tears started to fill his eyes. “Why Mc... Why didn’t you get the surgery!”

He cried as he moved to hug them. Mc looked at him and hugged him back - pushing back the feeling of coughing. “Because I don’t want to lose the person I like...”

“Mc...Who ever it was... they don’t deserve you. You should save yourself and forget them. It doesn’t matter.”

Mc smiled before they were forced to start coughing again. But this time as they were coughing, they couldn’t breath. They were loosing their vision. Their time was up...

“I didn’t want to...lose you Asmo...”

Asmodeus froze as their body went still, they were gone. Asmodeus cries as he held their body close.

“You should have forgotten me. I could have won back your love..”

Beelzebub

Beelzebub was sitting with Mc out on a picnic, which they invited him on. He was worried as they were coughing violently all the way to the picnic location.

“Mc.. Are you sure we shouldn’t go back...” Mc looked at him and shook their head. “No. The flowers here only bloom once every 1000 years. I have to see it with you. And it’s better to have it with a picnic.”

Mc smiled at him weakly as they turned to look at the sunset. They move to lean on Beel a bit before a large amount of petals filled their throat, causing them to cough violently again

Beel moved quickly to be at their side and rub their back. He was worried if he held them, he was going to break them.

Mc finished and looked at him. “Thanks Beel...” Mc smiled weakly. They looked as the sun was moving down, the flowers were going to bloom soon...

“Mc... Why did you choose to not get the surgery...” Mc hummed and looked at Beel before smiling sadly.

“I didn’t want to forget the person I loved. And If I died during the surgery because of how bad I was already, I wouldn’t have remembered him. But if I die this way, I can remember him still..”

Beel looked down. This reminded him of loosing Lilith. He would lose another person who he loves.

Beel moved to hug Mc gently. Mc smiled and held him close. They started to cough violently, causing beel to pull away as they fell on the ground

“Mc!” Beel didn’t know what to do, he looked as they reached to hold his hand.

“Beel...I love you...please be happy...” Mc whispered as they closed their eyes. They’re hold on his hand disappeared and Beel stared at them in silence.

He couldn’t believe it. He was the reason. He is the reason why Mc died. He lost them...because of him

“It’s my fault... It’s my fault you died..“

Belphegor

Belphie had been forcing himself to stay awake. He couldn’t sleep because he knew he was going to lose MC at any point. 

“Belphie. We are going to nap.” Mc told him as they grabbed his arm and gently pulled him towards the attic.

“Mc, we won’t have any time to spend together if we sleep all the time..” Belphie tried to say as he was forcing himself to try and keep his eyes open - he couldn’t sleep. He had to spend time with you..

“Belphie.. Come on...please..” Belphie eventually caved in and went with you to the attic to lay down and relax.

He would hold Mc gently with their back facing him incase they were needed to cough up petal.

He winces as he heared Mc started to cough violently. He moved his hand to rub their back gently and frowned. He thought back to Mc’s face when he killed them.

He hated it. He hated that he killed them once. He hated they were going to die again..

“Get the surgery... Mc please..” Belphie tried to ask them again. “I don’t care that you don’t want to forget them... But you have to...”

“No matter how many times you tell me. I will not. I will not forget him.” Belphie held Mc close and tears up.

“But you are dying because of him. You can’t die...You can’t leave...”

“I’m sorry Belphie. My choice was mad-” Mc started to violently cough as they were struggling to speak. They look over at Belphie. Even if they were dying.

Belphie should know how Mc actually felt.

“Belphie...I love you...” Mc smiled weakly as they moved and hugged him. Before Belphie could do anything else, their grip around him was gone.

He stared at them and held them close to him.

‘Why did I have to kill you twice..‘

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EPILOGUE:

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After Mc’s Death. The brothers were never the same.

Lucifer locked himself away to always work, never finding him relaxing. Because if he did. Mc would come back into his head. He didn’t have time to grieve. He had to work

Mammon was never home. He was always out at places that he never took MC to as to try and not remember them. If he did, he would break down. He was too upset to win at any casino

Levi was more of a shut in than usual. Burying himself in games and animes that he knew you wouldn’t like. Even if he hated the game, he wouldn’t want to be reminded of how many things he wanted to spend time doing with you

Satan was more wrathful than usual. They could hear Satan punching his wall out of anger. He went back to how he was when he was just born from Lucifer. A pure demon of Wrath

Asmodeus was never leaving his room. His appearance was a mess. No posts on social media. Nothing. It was as if he disappeared and died as well when Mc left.

Beel barely ate anything. Whenever he saw his favourite foods, he would think back to MC and the feeling of sickness hit him so he could never eat. He would spend most of his time sitting outside of Mc’s room - not wanting to enter or else it would hurt more

Belphie didn’t know if sleeping or being awake was better. Either one he was faced with thinking or seeing MC again. He hated how no matter what he did he thought back to their pained face of when he killed them and their face when he saw them dead.

The room beside the kitchen that was considered Mc’s room was never touched. It was collecting dust. No one entered it besides when Lucifer went to put sheets over the furniture to prevent more dust from covering everything. No one wanted to go in. It was the last thing that reminded them of you.

The movie marathons. The book binging. The napping. The midnight snacking. The dress up. The chatting about anime. The comforting words.

All of that was gone.

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[leviathanswingman]

Killing Me Softly (with his song): Chapter 1

Pairing: DiaLuci

Words: 5326

Chapters: 1/?

Summary:

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks. Something small seemed to be stuck to his rolled up sleeve. His eyes wandered down towards it and he picked it up with two fingers. Small and white as it was, Lucifer almost mistook it for a stray bit of paper. When he took a closer look, he realized his mistake. It was a white rose petal. Lucifer blinked slowly, almost owlishly. The record he had put on resumed playing, the clicking of the needle setting down again echoing through his mind.

Lucifer develops Hanahaki Disease and is hellbent on keeping it a secret from Diavolo.

Lucifer was sitting at his desk, working relentlessly through a stack of seemingly never ending papers. There were complaints, letters, suggestions, applications and much more filed away, each sorted on a separate pile. The documents were ranging in levels of seriousness, going from confidential to downright stupid. A lot of them were a waste of his time, but they had to be worked through regardless. 

All in all it was a suspiciously calm day at RAD, marked by nothing but paperwork and a lack of sleep on Lucifer’s part. After the last few days, chaotic as they had been, getting to sit at his desk felt like a blessing in disguise. There was still much work he had to catch up on, so in preparation, Lucifer had stocked up on coffee before even heading to his study. The pot was now standing next to him, already half-empty.

He was aware that today would be yet another sleepless night spent bent over his table with a cramped wrist and aching shoulders. Still, it had to be done, and working through the night would give him a head start he’d be unable to reach by working during the daytime when his brothers were up to no good.

As Diavolo's right hand man he couldn't allow himself to deliver anything less than perfect. After all, he had to ensure that nothing was standing in the way of Diavolo’s vision for the Devildom. Irritatingly enough, that included sorting through countless foolish applications in the middle of the night. 

Nothing except for the quiet humming of a cursed record and the frantic scratching of pen on paper filled Lucifer's study as he worked through document after document. He only realized how much time had already passed when the morning light opened its eyes, blinking shily as the first rays started to peek through the curtains. 

Although he was exhausted and overworked, Lucifer knew he had to keep going, knew he had to push himself further. He had started a war on less hours of sleep, so this should be nothing but a small feat. 

Although he was aware of the heaviness of his eyelids and the way his body was practically buzzing with exhaustion, he shoved both aside for later consideration.

Lucifer let out a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose as he started to feel the first pangs of a headache coming in. He paid them no mind and took out another stack of papers, beginning to scan the writing. Although he was reading the words on the page, his brain refused to make sense of the letters. Annoyed, Lucifer tried to blink the blurriness out of his eyes, rubbing them when it did not help. 

He needed sleep, desperately so, but that would mean having to fall behind on even more paperwork.

Diavolo was counting on him, even more so than usual. The Crown Prince of the Devildom was currently on a two-week trip to the neighbouring Kingdom to see its reigning Queen, Rose. For the time being he’d left the Devildom in Lucifer and Barbatos’ capable hands.

Although Lucifer felt honoured to be held in such high regards, the expectations weighed heavily on his shoulders. He finally lost the fight against the exhaustion when his eyelids fell shut and his body decided to follow gravity’s call. With a particularly painful thud his head hit the table and Lucifer felt more awake than ever before.

“Curses,” he mumbled as he rubbed the sore spot where his forehead had just hit the hard desk. He was quite certain that it would leave a considerably sized bump behind. Great, his brothers would most certainly have a field day with that. 

Enough was enough. At this point even he had to admit temporary defeat.

Lucifer put down his pen and stood up slowly. Even though he was fairly used to being overworked, he felt worse for wear. There was a tickling in the back of his throat and a heaviness to his chest that were promising the onset of a cold, something he most certainly didn’t have the time for. Despite his state of denial, Lucifer's head was buzzing with what had finally turned into a full blown headache. Additionally, he had grown overtly aware of the soreness of his throat and the shortness of his breath. 

Lucifer crossed the room to open a window. Wasn’t fresh air supposed to cure all ailments?

To no surprise, the warm morning breeze did little to lift his spirits. When a shiver ran through his body Lucifer’s throat cramped up and the urge to cough became too strong to withstand. Quickly, he lifted his elbow so he could cough into its crook. 

This was not the time to get sick. He still had two stacks of paperwork to go through, several new announcements to prepare for and a couple of Mammon's most recent messes to deal with. Temporarily returning his credit card had been an obvious lapse in judgement. 

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks.

Something small seemed to be stuck to his rolled up sleeve. His eyes wandered down towards it and he picked it up with two fingers. Small and white as it was, Lucifer almost mistook it for a stray bit of paper. When he took a closer look, he realized his mistake.

It was a white rose petal.

Lucifer blinked slowly, almost owlishly. The record he had put on resumed playing, the clicking of the needle setting down again echoing through his mind. A minute passed. 

 Lucifer felt as if he was running through all stages of grief at once. This little petal, no matter how small and insignificant it looked at a first glance, had turned his world upside down in the span of mere seconds.

This was complicating things. 

Outwardly, he still looked calm and unbothered. After all, he had perfected his poker face aeons ago. He knew better than to let it slip, even in the privacy of his own home. The walls had ears and even his brothers’ loyalties were wandering at best when they thought they could benefit from a situation. 

With two fingers, he turned over the small flower petal he'd evidently just coughed up and took his time to inspect it thoroughly.

Realistically, he knew what this had to mean. The Devildom was home to various strange and inexplicable diseases, yet none came even remotely close to resembling this one. It was quite rare to find yourself coughing up flower petals after all. Lucifer knew with an impending sense of certainty that this had to be the first telltale sign of the Hanahaki Disease. It was a rare illness, often romanticised in literature, but in reality quite ruthless when it ran its course. 

A sudden wave of anger ran from the sole of his feet up to his spine. Lucifer allowed his frustration to take over and in the blink of an eye, he swept the stacks of paper, bottles of ink and his mug off the table. The mug shattered upon impact, spilling coffee everywhere. It had been a gift from Diavolo. Lucifer found himself staring at it for a moment, his chest heaving from the effort before he knelt down, all that hot white anger gone in the blink of an eye. With shaking fingers, he began to pick up the mug’s broken remains. Just as he set the last broken piece aside, there was an unexpected sound that caught his attention. Quickly, he lifted his head.

There were steps outside the door, the movement quiet and careful, almost imperceptible if it weren’t for the rustling of fabric someone clearly tried to suppress. There was no knock to be heard, yet the door was pushed open regardless. A blond head of hair came into view as Satan stuck his head around the corner and watched Lucifer with an intrigued look on his face. Most likely, the promise of witnessing his brother in an enraged state of mind had lured him in. His eyes trailed over the mess on the ground and he let out a low whistle.

“I think you dropped something there,” he said casually before nodding towards the mess that was Lucifer's study. Lucifer felt his patience thinning by the second. 

“Satan,” he began slowly, each word carefully chosen. “If you believe that now is the time to test my patience, then you're terribly mistaken. You have three seconds, and if you still choose to continue standing there after, I swear to everything unholy.” He lifted his pointer in a threatening motion. “One.”

Satan crossed his arms. “And what will happen then?”

“Two.”

“Well clearly, you don't plan on making your threats reality. You're all bark no bite, how embarrassing.”

For a moment, Lucifer paused. Satan took another step into the room.

“Three.” Without hesitation, he chucked the heaviest Devildom encyclopaedia he could find at Satan's head. Satan managed to dodge just in time, letting out a surprised shout as he retreated three steps. The book hit the door and fell to the ground face-first.

“And they say I'm the one with the anger issues,“ he mumbled. He threw his big brother one last dirty look before booking it. Before he knew it, the door fell shut with a big slam.

Now that he was all by himself again, Lucifer let himself sink down into his chair. 

For the first time in a long time he had to admit that he was in over his head.

“So how are things faring, is everything alright? Your brothers aren't causing you too much grief, right?“ Diavolo's cheery voice sounded through the speaker of Lucifer's phone, deep and familiar.

“Are you eating right and getting enough sleep? Your voice sounds different than usual, you're not coming down with a cold now, are you?“ he continued. 

Diavolo's stream of sentences was neither uncommon nor strange. Lucifer sighed deeply. He had no issues keeping up with Diavolo's ramblings, after all he'd had years upon years to learn how to decipher them best, how to discern between what was important and what was mere smalltalk.

“Diavolo-“

“Hold that thought. You've been overworking yourself again, that's it, isn't it? That sounds very much like a thing you would do.“ For a moment Diavolo’s voice took on a softer tone. “Consider your own health and capabilities please. Nobody wishes to see you falter.”

Lucifer snorted. “Need I remind you that you were the one who let his work pile up in the first place, leaving me to clean up the mess you created? I will not allow myself to waste even a single second when we're this far behind on work,” he replied, massaging his temple with his free hand. “Barbatos and I carry all responsibilities while you're gone. The results I deliver shall be nothing less than perfection. Although your concern honours me, it is entirely misplaced. I can handle this just fine. There is no need to concern yourself with my capabilities.“

For a split second Lucifer's thoughts wandered and he found himself thinking about his ailment. The fact itself that he, Lucifer, had caught that wretched disease was akin to a spit in the face.

It was a widely known fact that Lucifer held an unwavering devotion to Diavolo. However, how deep this devotion truly ran was a secret he'd been hiding quite well for years now. Inappropriate feelings would only introduce unnecessary conflict to their relationship.

Just like that, Lucifer had vowed to never act upon these feelings. Carefully, he had held Diavolo at an arm's length only to get utterly betrayed by his own body and mind for it.

All of a sudden, Diavolo laughed heartily and Lucifer barely had the time to remove the phone from his ear to reduce the risk of suffering from eternal hearing loss.

There was a tickle in the back of his throat and he tried to clear it without drawing too much attention, hoping it'd be enough to force back the insolent little petal.

“If you overwork yourself, you'll get sick. I most certainly wouldn’t hesitate to tattle on you and send Yuuta or one of your brothers after you.” For a moment, he seemed to ponder over his own words. “Like a babysitter! I'd pay a fair amount of Grimm to see such a rare sight!” Diavolo exclaimed, once again lost in boisterous laughter.

“Cease this madness. I hardly need a babysitter.”

“An attendant, then?”

A rare smile ghosted over Lucifer's lips before he caught himself. He pinched the DDD between his chin and shoulder as he began working on a complaint one of the teachers had submitted about Asmodeus and that wretched sorcerer misusing empty classrooms for both illicit and explicit activities. He wasn't even surprised anymore, this was fairly typical for his often promiscuous brother. When it came to his siblings, he was by now fairly desensitised to their shenanigans. The sorcerer was nothing but an added bonus. An unwanted and particularly annoying one, but a bonus nonetheless. 

“Is there anything else you might need from me?” Lucifer asked. Originally he had called to give a report on the happenings in the Devildom, but somehow he had been lured into multiple nonsensical discussions with Diavolo instead.

“Oh not really, I actually just wanted to hear your voice, Lucifer. It sounds even more charming through the speaker, than it does in real life, if I may say so myself.” Diavolo answered nonchalantly.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort. Before he could reply, a wave of nausea ran through his body. He could feel a petal forcing its way up his throat. When he slapped his hand over his mouth and breathed out through his nose, his DDD dropped to the ground with a loud thud. The petals came out quickly and quite aggressively at that. Lucifer opened his fist just to be faced with 5 petals. It was sickening to watch how quickly the illness progressed. With a low growl he crushed the petals in his fist.

“Lucifer? What happened?” he could make out Diavolo's muted voice coming from the ongoing phone call.

Lucifer cursed inwardly. Angrily, he wiped his mouth and picked up the phone again.

It took him a moment to clear his throat with as much dignity as he could muster. “I have told you before, Diavolo, you needn't shower me with praise like that. It caught me by surprise.”

“If I remember correctly you told me that I shouldn't praise you excessively in public. You never said anything about me not praising you during our time off. After all, you are our brilliant morning star. I just couldn’t help it.” Diavolo replied smoothly. Lucifer wondered how he wasn’t embarrassed by any of the sugary words that had just left his lips.   

“I don't remember having become yours,” he pushed back. 

The vines infesting his lungs shifted slowly, a slithering sensation akin to a snake approaching its prey. Lucifer's chest swelled with nothing but want. He took the feeling right by the throat and crushed it.

On the other end of the call, he could hear Diavolo shuffling around.

“Are you certain that everything's alright? Somehow, you're acting differently today. If there's anything bothering you, just say the word. You know I'd go above and beyond for you,�� Diavolo said. “You are my dearest friend and we've known each other for an eternity and longer,” he then added and Lucifer shuddered. “Allow me to look after you when it is needed.” 

Lucifer did not know how such an offer could ever be acceptable. “I would appreciate it if we could switch topics now-,” he cleared his throat before he sighed. “Where were we?”

The broad smile on Diavolo's face was almost audible.

They kept talking until Lucifer had to get ready for a meeting at RAD.

“I shall see you soon then!” Diavolo exclaimed as Lucifer was standing in front of the mirror, busy straightening and adjusting his uniform.

“Of course. Certainly I can count on you not getting yourself in trouble while you're away? There are only a few days left and I fear I might start getting wrinkles if I have to deal with even more childish shenanigans.”

This got a chuckle out of Diavolo. “Don't fret. You would still be blindingly stunning even with wrinkles, there's nothing to worry about.” For a moment, Lucifer remained silent as he forced his heart to remain calm. “Ah, I can already imagine the expression you must be carrying right now. What I would give to be able to see it in person again. I can't wait to return home to you!” He sighed deeply. “But now, I shall take my leave and return to my duties for that to happen. Farewell, Lucifer!”

For a moment Lucifer found himself staring at the black screen of his DDD. 

“What did he-?” The vines in his chest shifted once again and pulled him harshly to his knees, leaving him coughing and choking. A whole white rose fell to the ground with a wet splat. It was covered in blood and spit.

Lucifer stared at the bloody petals.

Diavolo must have meant that he couldn't wait to return to both Barbatos and him, to the Demon King's castle, to his home. 

Lucifer shook his head as he picked up the offending flower. What an insult it was to both his devotion and his professionalism. Hanahaki Disease was for utter fools who went out of their way to fall in love with people that were way out of their league and unable to return those feelings, thus causing severe bodily harm. Lucifer had always considered them nothing more than idiotic fatalities. Now, he begrudgingly had to face his own arrogance and admit that he wasn't any better than those fools.

Despite everything, he was in love with Diavolo. Perhaps, that was even an understatement, regardless of whether he was willing to admit it or not. Lucifer had sworn his loyalty to him, had carried his devotion on his chest like a badge of honour ever since. 

The thought of a life in which they were of equal standing, one where Lucifer would have the right to entertain carnal and romantic thoughts about Diavolo made him laugh out loud. It was a cold and harsh thing. The sound echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls.

Swiftly, Lucifer picked himself up again. He straightened the folds of his uniform and collected his thoughts. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. He was Lucifer the Morning Star, the Avatar of Pride, feared in all three realms alike. 

He threw one last detached look at the blood-covered white rose. An image he had assumed long forgotten already forced its way past his memories before he could stop it. Lucifer, cowering on the ground, the remnants of his wings lying before him, so purely white yet still utterly wrecked, dipped in red where he had ripped them from the space between his shoulder blades and rib cage, not quite ready to grow into something else entirely just yet. His eyes, bloodshot as they were, were set on the ground, on that infertile, deadly soil. Then, a hand came into view. When he reached out and their palms connected, he felt a shock running through his body. Diavolo's hand had been sturdy and warm even back then. 

He allowed himself a moment to collect himself, allowed himself a moment to let the most superficial part of his frustration simmer down before he made his way towards the door.

He stopped dead in his tracks. There was a rustling sound, like fabric in motion. Out of the corner of his eye, he heard hushed whispers and saw shadows dashing away from the door. Whoever it was, it was clear that they'd been watching him for a while. This was a fact he wouldn't let slide easily. 

“Hold it right there or you shall be punished extensively,” Lucifer said slowly, his voice eerily calm. How much had they seen? 

The sound of feet tapping stopped, so whoever had been eavesdropping seemed to have given up on trying to run away. “Reveal yourselves,” he demanded. 

“We weren’t eavesdropping, I swear!” came a voice from the door. It was pearly like a wind chime, high in its tone and sweet with the way an apology laid on the tip of its tongue. 

“Do you really think this is the time to be lying?” whispered a hushed voice back, just to get shushed by the other.

Lucifer growled. After a moment of silence, footsteps were heard and then, Asmodeus and Yuuta moved back into frame, looking fairly sorry. This was hardly a surprise. Lucifer had recognized Asmo’s voice straight away.

He stepped forward and grabbed both of them by their collars, one in each hand, yanking them back into the room and slamming the door shut behind them with his foot.

Asmodeus stumbled rather gracefully before quickly turning around. Although there was no harm done, Yuuta still caught him by the waist, making the demon giggle. “Why thank you, darling,” he murmured. 

With crossed arms and furrowed brows Lucifer considered them. After all, his brother and housemate posed no threat to the Devildom, perhaps only to Lucifer's own state of mind. 

“You insolent brats. Pray tell, what business do you two have to be intruding on mine? Asmodeus, have I not taught you better? And Yuuta, although I am aware you haven't had the privilege to spend your youth around the proper crowd, that doesn't excuse such invasive behaviours. Certainly, those pesky sorcerers haven't taught you to intrude on the privacy of others.”

Yuuta tilted his head. “Actually, they have,” he replied calmly. “On more than one occasion.” 

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment as he took a deep breath. “I will choose to ignore that statement. Did the two of you perhaps wish to get punished? I can surely think of at least a hundred torture methods to suit your tastes,“ he threatened, his voice low. “Unless you make haste and explain what you think you were doing.”

Without any hesitation Asmo moved closer to Lucifer and got up in his face, disregarding the casual invasion of privacy. He put one finger against his own lips and batted his lashes. 

“Oh my darling older brother! Admit to it, you would rather punish someone else entirely.” “And who, pray tell, would that be?”

Asmo’s facial expression dropped, all pretence gone, and his voice took on a more sombre tone, suddenly so quiet it was almost imperceptible. He lowered his hand and carefully put it on his brother's shoulder.

“The person who is responsible.” Asmodeus took in a shuddery breath. “We really didn't mean to spy, we were just passing by.” His dainty hand pulled into a fist. “Lucifer, we saw everything. It's Hanahaki, isn't it? I never thought you would catch it, but…. it's not too late just yet, isn't it?”

When he received no answer, only Lucifer's tight lipped stare, he let out a breath of air and his behaviour changed at the drop of a hat. Perhaps he knew that if there was one thing Lucifer refused to accept, then that would be pity. 

“Oh, how sad,“ he sighed as he waved his hand dramatically and turned back around to Yuuta, wrapping his arms around him tightly, quietly muttering into his shoulder. “I don't know what to do, won't you cheer me up, my handsome prince?“ Asmodeus hid his face in the human's shoulder, the tears threatening to spill betraying his little act. 

Yuuta patted his back reassuringly. “It will be alright, Asmo, but now really isn't the time to-“

It was too little too late. Lucifer had already grabbed his brother by the collar, yanking him away from the human and shoving him roughly against the door.

Asmo yelped in surprise. “Hey! Not my beautiful face!“

“Cease your babbling and open your ears this once. This is none of your business Asmodeus,“ Lucifer whispered in his ear.

Yuuta had already gotten used to the unnecessary violence he often stumbled upon in the Devildom, so he raised an eyebrow at the oldest brother. He gathered himself before letting out a deep groan, running his hand over his face in exasperation.

“Why do you have to be like that?” he groaned. “Let go of him.”

“Perhaps you've forgotten that he is a demon. This hardly hurts him. I don't want to hear a single word from you, Yuuta. You aren't off the hook either.”

He then dropped Asmodeus and fixed the two of them with a glare. ”I'm letting you off scot-free this time. But believe me, you do not want to disrespect me like that again. I already have my mind set on several punishments for you two in case I see a repeat of tonight's actions.”

For a moment, they all were quiet. 

Lucifer raised one eyebrow. “So? Are you at a loss for words? I'm waiting.”

Finally, Asmo looked up. There was an unmistakable look of concern tainting his delicate features. His big eyes were shiny with the threat of tears. 

“I am sorry, but please listen to what I have to say. You don't even have to answer, please just listen.”

It was quiet except for the continuous ticking of a clock.

Yuuta felt the urgent need to dig a hole and just throw himself into it, or maybe morph into the wall and disappear completely. 

“Very well. I'm only allowing this because you are my brother, Asmodeus. Do not disappoint me.”

“Lucifer I know you don't like to share your feelings with us, but please think about yourself for once!” He grabbed his brother's hands and pulled them close to his chest. Lucifer stiffened upon the touch, but still allowed it. “Talk to Lord Diavolo when he returns. I couldn't bear seeing you-” he swallowed deeply. “I couldn't bear seeing you die because you're too proud to open up and take a chance. I know the way love works best, if you ignore it it will turn around on you. Lord Diavolo surely wouldn't mind! It's clear to see how enamoured he is with you, his eyes have never strayed, not even once! The only demon he ever looks at is you. Suitors keep their distance from you because they see you as already spoken for.”

Lucifer did not ask how Asmodeus could be so certain about who was the source of his newfound ailment. He had an inkling he wouldn't like the answer waiting for him. 

Asmo let go of Lucifer's hands and wrapped his hand around Yuuta’s arm instead. When Lucifer remained quiet, he only sighed. “Please consider it. Please say you will.”

“I do not make it a habit to promise things I have no power over. Now leave before I change my mind.”

Asmo pulled Yuuta closer to his side. “We’ll be off then,” he mumbled with a small voice. 

With that, the two of them dashed out of the room, leaving Lucifer to his own devices again. Asmodeus looked over his shoulder before the door fell shut, his lips pressed tightly together. 

For a moment, foolish as it was, Lucifer entertained the thought of Diavolo returning his feelings. He was quick to remind himself to snap out of it.

It was true that he was aware of how focused Lord Diavolo was on him, but it was nothing more than the sort of interest a child would have for their newest favourite toy. Ever since the day Lucifer had fallen, Diavolo had paid much more attention to him than to anybody else.

Still, it was different from what Asmodeus was trying to convince him of. The devotion Lucifer felt towards Diavolo wasn't one to be received in return.

To think that Asmodeus had been daring enough to call him out on it. Lucifer furrowed his eyebrows. How preposterous that his brother assumed Diavolo would ever devote himself to him so deeply. 

Suddenly, he found himself reminded of the demon prince's intense eyes, his broad build and rich, tan skin. In the Devildom’s mellow darkness, he always shone the brightest. 

For a moment he entertained an experimental string of thoughts, caught himself thinking of what it would be like to have Diavolo's strong hands on his shoulders, his waist, his neck, those luscious lips pressed upon his own in kind. 

His body was quick to reprimand him as he was interrupted by the feeling of several petals forcing their way up his windpipe. Quickly, Lucifer grabbed the nearest trash can and coughed them out, the petals and his feelings along with them. There went his dignity.

As he stared at the petals, a laugh escaped his lips.

The great Lucifer, reduced to nothing but unwarranted feelings.

As soon as he was done, he picked up his tired bones, getting up to check himself in the mirror. The demon staring back at him was a familiar sight.

Miraculously, his uniform still looked pristine, no fold out of place. However his face was telling a different story. The bags under his eyes were pronounced and although the look in his eyes was as cold as usual, if one were to look closely enough it would be easy to see the emptiness hiding in plain sight.

Lucifer clicked his tongue. Anger was a hot thing, rising up in his chest and boiling over like a kettle filled with too much water. It was a sensation he was closely acquainted with. Before he could stop himself, his fist rushed forward, breaking through the smooth surface of the mirror. Hot blood was running down his knuckles onto the shards on the ground. The silence was interrupted by the quiet sound of his blood dripping onto the pristine tiles.

Lucifer felt sufficiently punished. Was he not a fool for overstepping his bounds, attempting to push his misplaced and disruptive feelings onto Diavolo?

Lucifer checked the time. A speck of blood had found its way onto his wristwatch. He wiped it off without comment.  

Quietly, he bandaged his hand. As soon as he was done he grabbed his DDD and checked the time again. As Diavolo's right hand man and current representative, he had no business arriving late.

Asmodeus still held onto Yuuta's arm as they walked down the hallway. They hadn't said much since they'd escaped from Lucifer's room. They were both sufficiently shaken. 

“So,” Yuuta started, glancing at Asmo as he broke the silence. “You were right after all. When you first told me something was wrong I thought you were full of shit. I mean it's Lucifer we're talking about here. His face always looks the same to me. That man has two expressions: mildly disappointed, which I’d say is his default, and angry. I really didn't think anything was wrong. But for him to catch Hanahaki...”

Asmo threw him an unhappy look, worrying his lip. “He's always been like this. His devotion to Lord Diavolo might as well be his downfall. He's so dedicated he sees himself as nothing but a tool. I think he believes that's what it takes to be respected. Back in the Celestial Realm, he was just the same.”

Yuuta allowed Asmo to hold onto his arm even more tightly. “So it's like that. Honestly, I can't say I'm all that surprised.”

Although his hands were shaking, Asmo’s grip was almost painful. “Why can't he just accept that there's nothing wrong with being completely enamoured with someone? Love is supposed to be something beautiful. Of course, it comes with its own kind of pain, but it shouldn't come with death.”

Yuuta ran his hand through his hair and sighed. 

“There's gotta be something we can do.”

“He's not gonna like it if we meddle.”

“He’ll have to suit himself then.”

Chapter 2

#my writing #obey me #dialuci #hanahaki disease #angst #angst with a happy ending #diavolo #lucifer #diavolo x lucifer #lucifer x diavolo #MC is my OC #but he's just there ig #chapter fic #this is a rewrite!! if you've read this before no you haven't!!

[mukou-san]

HANAHAKI! Barbatos X GN!Reader

Character Count: 4,797 (892 words)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My dearest Y/N,

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

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

-Sincerely,

Barbatos."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry, everyone."

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

The End.

#obey me barbatos #obey me! #obey me angst #barbatos x reader #om! barbatos #barbatos x mc #writeblr #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #angst #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer

[ask-lily-curo]

Enough Rotting For Two, Killing Me, Keeping Me High

Words: 0.9k Started: July 18, 2023 Finished: July 18, 2023 Summary: A vague hanahaki AU story I made for my OCs but I didn't mention anything specific so you can insert any ship you want here. A/N: I completely forgot to post this but here it is. Got hit with the Writing Spirit and wrote this in like an hour or two in a haze. Title from My Love is Sick by Madds Buckley, something that fueled the idea Even More.

Flowers are beautiful. I could watch you smile as you stare in adoration at one you hold between your gentle fingers as I stare adoringly at you forever. I would put as many flowers in your hair if it put a smile on your face.

Flowers are beautiful. I hold the one you gifted me, I know you took 3 hours to find one I’d like. I would’ve taken anything you give me. I can feel the care you put into the thought and the love you transferred through the plant. I take it all in like the flower takes in the sunlight, knowing I’d die without it.

Flowers are beautiful. I feel bad for tainting their beautiful image with me. My blood covers the petals in my hand, my love rotting inside me, punishing me for coveting something so beautiful. I smile painfully, the flowers still remind me of your smile. Even now, even alone, your joy is still infectious, the memory of you filling my brain like the petals fill my lungs, both filled to the brim with my love for you. 

Flowers are beautiful. Though not as beautiful as your laughter. The laughter I try to keep up with despite my love for you stuck in my throat. We lay in a flower field together underneath the moonlight. You point out the stars that twinkle among the night sky, the same way yours does when you eat something delicious or when you find something you like. A firefly comes near you, like a moth to a flame, and lands on the flower I put in your hair. You smile and point it out to me. I tell you one of the stars came to say hello and you laugh. I’d make all the stars come to you if you wanted but you’d still shine brighter than all of them with your bright smile and eyes that light up the sky. I cough and tell you it’s late, hiding the red liquid that attempts to taint this beautiful moment.

Flowers are beautiful. The ones that come out of me are filled with the love I have for you. It hurts, but you gave me these petals. I’d rather keep it than have you removed, even if they are tainted with my blood, withering in my hand because of it. I’d rather die drowning in your love than die without it. You fill my body with love and petals. Beautiful petals that feel more like thorns in my throat, but I’d rather they kill me than even graze you. You draw me in like a moth to a flame, or a bug to a flower. Your bright expression and your sweet smell, the one that I do my best to keep alive rather than taint, choke me gently.

Flowers are beautiful. The ones inside me grow and grow like an untreated infection. It leaves me sick, but I stare at them with a pained smile. It’s wrong to love someone so wonderful like you, but I continue to keep you as close to me as possible, close enough that I can enjoy your presence but far enough you aren’t ruined. You stay inside me all the time, rotting me for my sins. My love is sick, I am aware, painfully aware, but it reminds me of you so much, and that makes it bearable. You are the cause and my cure but you are there. If you weren’t, I would’ve died sooner, withering away like these flowers covered in blood.

Flowers are beautiful. I put one in your hair, hoping it’d also put a smile on your face. I allow myself to touch you, to taint you, just to wipe away your tears. You hold me close, allowing me to taint you, you’re as warm as the sun. You don’t wither away from my blood nor do you bleed from my touch.

You tell me I’m beautiful. As beautiful as the flower you gave me, even more actually, you say. If I’m a flower that brings you a smile, you’re my sunshine, the one that keeps me alive. You tell me how you watched me smile at that flower you gave me, studying my smile as I held it close to me. You tell me all the things I wanted to tell you, but instead speaking these through flowers, you told me while in your arms. Your words make my chest feel lighter and my lungs free up, breathing you in.

You’re beautiful, my love. You laugh with tears as you quietly scold me, making sure I tell you when I’m bleeding. You looked so beautiful, I forgot. I forgot you weren’t as fragile as those petals you gave me, and you loved me back unlike those petals. You would do anything to keep me close, you say. We laugh and promise to allow ourselves to bleed a bit on each other when we need to, that way we can bleed out the poison instead of letting it kill us slowly.

Flowers are beautiful. They’re infectious and full of love. They’re like your smile. The one you give me after every kiss and the one I see when I catch you staring at me. My love, no longer caught in my throat, now pours out of me, like a never ending stream of praise, no longer tainted by petals. My sunshine, you make me feel like I’m a beautiful flower rather than a poisonous threat, and it fills me with joy.

May our love continue to heal each other, like a gentle flower, swaying in the loving breeze.

#my writing #gentle flower #hanahaki #gonna tag random fandoms for exposure and also because I know people will have some fun with the dynamic I've written #obey me #obey me! #genshin impact #my hero academia #jujutsu kaisen #haikyuu #nimona #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

[k0k0-library]

They love me... they love me not...

Levi’s last words were “I love you”. MC never got to say it back.(hanahaki desease)

The House of Lamentation was quiet, unusually quiet that morning. You couldn't hear either the secondborn making a money-centered charade or the seventh snoring in the background. Yet, what could be heard was a very particular, soft sound of petals hitting the ground; and it was a tiled floor...

Leviathan felt many things during his enourmous life span, as admiration, sometimes even obsession, were very much present in his life. Nothing, and by Gods I say, nothing could have prepared him enough for the things he was feeling right at this moment for a certain someone. They were in his mind, in his dreams, in his soul and thoughts; their voice echoing silently in his head while he tried to concentrate during games.

His life was full as it was and he had sworn that Ruri-Chan was the only one he would feel something strong about... because he was scared, scared that this was going to happen. Leviathan sat down on the ground, slowly, trying to calm his breathing.

cough

cough

"Not now, please-" He coughed a third time as he put his hand over his mouth. Small Hydrangea petals making their way out of his lungs. The feeling was tingling, his throat was burning from the dried nectar and his mind rushed to the worst-case scenario. "What if..."

And with that, the room went quiet; Leviathan stopped coughing for now. He got up and went downstairs, only to find a couple of his brothers bored to death as there was nothing on the tv that they could watch. He sighed, and tried to look in the kitchen, only to find some chicken out for defrosting on the counter and a note addressed to the sixth 'Please don't eat it raw, Beel. I'm making rotisserie chicken tonight, xoxo'

It was their writing, and their pretty little hands touched it, wrote it; right not he didn't even care it wasn't meant for him because that little note was making his brain fuzzy and his breathing hard. "Would they ever write me a note... a love letter...? Am I even important... why am I not..?!" He was angry with both himself and the situation at hand.

cough

cough

With each agonizing cough, his heart burns and his throat gets sore. He knows that the little timeglass that was started with the first petal he coughed 2 weeks ago was neer an end. 2 weeks was, for almost everyone that knows about hanahaki a miracle. Usually people die after a maximum of 7 days if the feelings are not reciprocated.... But he was a demon. And it seems that this had doubled the timespan for his suffering-

cough

cough

Leviathans' mind started to haze more and he felt dizzy. He wanted to go back to his room and just text them to come quick. Going on a quest to find'em was both risky and physically hard for him at the moment. And so, he climbed the stairs grasping the railing for support more than ever.

His legs were wobbly and his heart beat faster. cough cough A few more steps and he would be there. cough cough His hand is on the handle and-

thud

He falls to the ground. Leviathan tried to scream for help, but he could barely breathe anymore. Petals... petals everywhere and now even a handful of blooms. He started to cry, his tears running down his cheeks as a desperate cry for help was muffled by the flowers. His eyelids were getting heavier with each breath that he tried to take. And soon, almost closing his eyes, he heard their voice one more time.

"Levi...!?"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date #swd #leviathan #levi #leviathan obey me #levi obey me #levi x mc #leviathan x mc #obey me imagines #obey me prompts #angst #happy ending #hanahaki desease #love life #crushes #unspoken love #mutual pinning

[iwannawritelots]

Pride’s Price to Pay

Originally written October 2021

Masterlist

Genre: angst

Ship(s): Lucifer X MC

(genderless MC)

(requested)

Trigger/content warnings: blood

Headcanons/notes from the author: reading it over, the ending is like, super abrupt. I might rewrite this but tbh I’ve been tempted to write hanahaki fics for the babes having them recently… ANYWAYS besides the abrupt ending I think it holds up okay. No before-the-cut paragraph since it goes straight into the blood.

Brief Blurb: MC ends up with hanahaki due to Lucifer seemingly not loving them.

You hadn't given the sudden cough much thought until you were leaned over the sink, blood splattered against the porcelain. This itself was already weird, but then you realized something strange was sitting in a crook of your mouth. Slowly, you used your tongue to force it to your lips, then spat once again. In the bloody sink laid a small cherry blossom petal, which itself was coated with blood. You stared at it in bewilderment, and it seemed to return your gaze. For a moment you thought maybe you had somehow inhaled one of the petals Asmo put in his baths, but those were rose petals, weren't they?

You decided to ignore it for now. It was probably just an odd occurrence, which happened a lot since you came to the Devildom. Making your way back to bed, you opened up your D.D.D. to check if Lucifer had responded to your texts... but no, he hadn't. It had been like this for a week. You coughed as you got into bed, just swallowing the blood that rose into your mouth. Hopefully when you woke up, it would be gone.

;

Three more days had passed, and the situation had only gotten worse. Lucifer blatantly ignored you, even when you tried to speak to him. The most you could get him to respond with were small annoyed grunts or one word responses. It hurt to just watch him walk away, and every time he did, you began to cough up petals.

This time, however, Asmodeus saw you run to the bathroom in a coughing fit. He quickly followed and gasped when he saw petals in the sink. "_____! Who is it?" he demanded, coming to your side and rubbing your back. You spat out a few petals, then furrowed your eyebrows at him. "Who is it? Tell me."

"The fuck are you talking about, Asmo?" you grumbled, wiping your mouth.

"You have Hanahaki." Asmodeus' eyes welled up. "Who are you in love with?"

Face heating up, you told him, "I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm going to bed."

He grabbed your arm. "No! You're coming with me." You allowed him to pull you to Satan's room, where he sat you in a corner before searching through the books. "I can't believe you didn't tell anyone you have Hanahaki, _____."

"What does that even mean?"

"It's a disease of unrequited love." Asmodeus traced the spines of the books on a medical shelf, then pulled out a worn hardback book. "It should be in this book."

"How do you know?"

He froze for a moment, then shook his head. "Not important right now. Just read this." He handed you the book, opened to a pair of pages about Hanahaki. You read for a while, managing to not get distracted by Asmo's panicked pacing around the room.

"Well, this does explain a lot..." you muttered, putting the book down in your lap. "It doesn't change anything though."

"We need to get you better, which means..." Asmo ran his fingers through his hair, stressed. "You need to tell me who it is."

Suddenly feeling rather ridiculous, you muttered, "Lucifer."

"Lucifer? How could you even perceive him as not requiting your love?" Asmo rubbed his temples and wiggled his nose. "You're going to make my skin age. I don't even know what to do with you." Not sure what he was going on about, you stared at him. He facepalmed and kneeled down in front of you. "You need to tell him how you feel."

Sighing, you told him, "I'm pretty sure he hates me. He's been ignoring me..."

"Okay, you are both stupid." Asmo dramatically put the back of his hand on his forehead, then leaned away. "I can't take this! Just cooperate, would you?"

"Okay, okay..."

;

The next morning, you were coughing so much you woke up everyone else in the House of Lamentation. You couldn't even make it to the restroom, instead expelling blood and flower petals all over your bed. Six of the demon brothers were all hurrying into your room, pajamas on and eyes tired. "Yo, _____, are you okay?" asked Mammon, yawning into his hand. "You woke everyone up, even Belphie..."

You were about to respond, but the fact that Lucifer wasn't even bothering to check on you made your heart twist. A violent coughing fit began once again, and tears rolled down your cheeks as you began to panic about his lack of presence. "L-Luci..."

Asmo produced a scowl, then shoved through his brothers and left the room. You felt much lonelier as soon as he was out of sight, since he was the only one aware of what was happening to you. The other brothers came to your side, all causing commotion in their worry and confusion. If you weren't focused on breathing through the coughing fit, you would have appreciated their concern.

Just as your coughs were getting worse and petals were caught in your throat, Lucifer was pushed into the room by Asmo, who had shifted into his demon form in order to gather more strength. "I don't care what your problem is, Lucifer! Stop ignoring _____!"

You weakly reached at Lucifer, spluttering blood and petals. The avatar of pride seemed horrified, slowly walking towards you and shaking. "_____, what happened?"

Despite searing pain in your throat, you grabbed Lucifer's hands and yanked him closer. He took his hands away and ran his hands along your cheeks, cupping them and crying. "I-I..." you wheezed and coughed into your lap. "I... I-I love you, Lucifer..."

"Darling, I love you too, but we need to get you medical attention."

A sudden tranquility washed over you once he said that. The coughing began to lessen as you burrowed into his stomach, exhausted. "I-I love you..."

"I love you too..." he cooed, rubbing his thumbs over your tears. "I love you so much, I'm so sorry I ignored you..." He kissed your head and hugged you close. "Let's get you some help, okay?"

"Okay..."

#darlingqueue #lucifer x mc #mc x lucifer #lucifer #luci #mc #gn mc #gender neutral mc #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! #obey me #omomtrta #omswd #om! #om #hanahaki #fanfiction #fanfic #darlingficsbycinna #iwannawritelots

[leviussykinner]

Too late

Genre:Angst just angst

Pairing:Solomon x Mc

Tw: Hanahaki deceased,mention of blood

Hanahaki deceased is not something that happened so much it rarely even happened to anyone but you were unlucky enough to have it

You just wanted to stay in Devildom peacefully but hanahaki deceased just need to come in your way of happiness,you can't believe something like this need to happened to you

Solomon is a human just like you and his white soft hair is just so attracting your hand to slowly touch it and he smile mischievously as always but what he says to you last night is just sad....nobody understand him he feel peace when he's with you even though you thought of him as suspicious man but now what he said just break the high wall in your heart.....but you know that he probably have someone he love truly before since he was immortal,But you still can't help falling in love with him....even you knew it's not going to end very well....he always seems so suspicious but nice he didn't do anything to harm you nor anyone.

On that day you start coughing blood but you feel like something is in your throat and you cough it out, Bloody petal of flower....you know right away that you have fallen in love with him....a one sided love,You have only three choice either confess to him Have a surgery or died....,you didn't want to loose your first love you couldn't stop coughing in your room quietly since you don't want the brother to worried about you so you keep it silent for few week but the more you kept it quite the more you feel like dying you couldn't bring yourself to confess to him...you would die rather than losing your love towards him your first ever love...but you're getting used to pretending so you can continue living 'normal' life you just need to pretend that everything was fine and everything will be okay

The more you pretend the more you cough, but now a whole entire flower would come out that you always need to excuse yourself to the WC but this time you can't stop anymore you have been trying to swallow it back and it just hurt your throat more and more,you can barely even talk now...

There's a party at Diavolo castle today, Everyone was invited there even Solomon...,After you saw him your heart start to hurt more and more,You ran away and everyone was worried since you seems so down these day they all try to follow you but you walk into the garden no one was there.....you lock every door that leads to the garden

You look at your reflection in the lake and wonder

Ah....since when did i make this pale looking face...

You start to cough more flower you lay down on the floor next to the lake but this time you hardly breathe right now so you knew that this is the final moments of yours but Solomon came barging in and hold you into his arm,You felt warm and didn't want this moment to end,you try to tell him that you love him but you can't talk anymore your throat just hurt it's probably wounded by those thorns,You try to open your mouth while thinking

If i were to die can i atleast say it out?

"i- lo- ve- y- ou- i al- w-ays- d- do...s-so-l"

Ah he has never thought of the day you return his feeling he has loved you ever since he saw you even though he never thought he would fell in love again....he kept crying and begging you not to leave him and and try as many spell as he could but finally...he says he love you to but you didn't respond....you were gone.....the body he's holding onto right now is soulless nothing...but a human body with no more the happy human who always beside him even though he act so suspicious....but then....

"ah this must be why i didn't feel well in my throat have you been feeling like this all the time?...."

Solomon start to cough out a bloody petals... I guess you weren't the only one now....

#obey me mc hanahaki #obey me solomon #obey me angst #obey me #hanahaki #hanahaki disease

[twerkformammon1]

Flowers From The Vine

Levi x GN!MC

Summary: MC has hanahaki disease. 

Author’s Note: I think this was the first (and only so far) angst I’ve ever written!

It started off as an itchy throat. 

You ignored it, thinking you had gotten the flu - but after a week of coughing you started getting worried. It never seemed to go away. Lucifer made hundreds of teas for you, trying to soothe your throat; and Satan read many books on human anatomy, hoping to figure out the cause. The boys became increasingly worried, scared that maybe you had eaten something poisonous to humans.

You were alone in your room when you noticed the first petal. Your coughing had increased and you were coughing up blood - or so you thought. Lowering your hand from your mouth, you looked at your palm. A bright red petal stared back at you. 

“What the hell,” you muttered. Did you eat a flower by accident? Furrowing your brows in confusion, you immediately threw the petal away. You should’ve told Lucifer, but you kept this secret to yourself.

Instead, you sought comfort from Levi - your best friend. It had been 6 months since your first arrival to Devildom, and after you gained Levi’s trust you spent nearly every night binging anime and playing video games with him. Lucifer had to set a bedtime for you because of it, much to your dismay. 

You knocked twice on his door before letting yourself into his room. He was in his gaming chair with his headphones on, completely unaware of your presence. Creeping slowly behind him, you decided to pull a prank and scare him - fingers crossed he wouldn’t be too mad. You reached your hands out, ready to grab his shoulders, but the itch in your throat became unbearable. Hunching over, you cough in your hand - petals coming out in clumps. Levi wouldn’t have noticed had you not grabbed the back of his chair trying to stabilize yourself. 

“Whoa, MC! Are you okay?” He gets up and places a hand on your shoulder. Your body felt on fire. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” But you kept coughing, flowers leaping from your mouth. Your hands wrapped around your throat as you gasped for air, but all that got sucked in was more petals. Rushing out of his room you ran down the hall before you finally collapsed on your hands and knees. Your vision blurred as you heaved out flowers and blood, and you passed out from the lack of oxygen. 

***

“MC! MC! Please wake up!” 

That voice sounded familiar. Your eyes blinked open to find 6 brothers staring you down. Looking around you noticed you were in your bed, and Levi was the only one missing.

“MC! Why didn’t you tell us?” Mammon cried. 

“Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on.” You tried to sit up, but pain struck your chest.

“Don’t get up. You’re lucky Levi followed you, or else you wouldn’t be here right now,” instructed Lucifer.  “MC, you have hanahaki disease.”

“I don’t follow.” 

“You’re suffering from unrequited love.” Tears swell your eyes. A quiet ‘oh’ leaves your lips, along with remnants of petals. 

“What do I do?” You look around, pleading for someone to help you but their faces tell it all. There’s no hope for you. “Where’s Levi?”

“He’s right outside. I don’t think you should see him -”

“I want to talk to him...alone. Please.” Lucifer nods, and ushers all of his brothers out of your room.

“MC?” Levi quietly enters, standing as far away as possible.

“Hey, Levi.” You send him a small smile - it’s short lived as your chest rumbles, you try with all your might to hold the cough in but fail. Flowers adorn your body - it’s almost beautiful. 

“I’m the one who diagnosed you, just in case you were wondering.”

“Did you see it in an anime?”

“Yeah it’s called I’m coughing up flower petals because I’m in love with my crush but they don’t love me back.” 

“How did it end?”

“They fell in love with each other. And they lived happily ever after.” Levi gained some confidence and took a step closer. He sat on the bed and held your hand delicately in between his. “I just don’t understand how you could fall in love with a yucky otaku like me.”

“But I did. I do love you.” You sat up, coughing violently.

“MC, you’re my best friend…”

“Levi...please.”

“I can’t just fall in love with someone like it’s nothing.” Tears fill the brim of his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you, but I need time.”

“I don’t have time,” you pleaded. “Please Levi, I can’t do this anymore.”

He let go of your hand. You reached out to grab him, but a jolt of pain ran from your chest to your mouth. Your insides felt like they were being torn apart. Levi turned his back to you, he couldn’t watch what he had done. Your body jolted violently and then seized up, a vine sprouting from within your throat. Bright red flowers covered your lifeless body. 

“I’m so sorry, MC.”

#obey me #obey me x mc #obey me levi #obey me levi x mc #obey me leviathan #hanahaki

[justalonelybitch]

She is that lovable. Would be hard not to

Hanahaki anon

Ikr, she literally just came out of nowhere and said 'im your favourite now' the only typa disrespect I'll accept is from Huh Yunjin.

#hanahaki anon #she can tell me to do whatever she wants and I will obey

[mncxbe]

I suddenly thought of something really angsty.. imagine Aku with hanahaki disease..? He's definitely not the type who'll propose to their crush unless they know that their crush likes them back..

Yes omg. Sorry it took so long to write anon but it's finally done. Hope you like it♡♡

°☆○

Bloom for me

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst♤/ happy ending cuz he's been through enough already

The wind rustled the trees in the park; the new leaves stood out tender and yellow against grey clouds. With each day that passed, autumn crept deeper into the heart of the city. Days were shorter, nights grew longer and a tinge of putrid leaves lingered in the air, mixing with the smoky smell of exhaust fumes.

As he walked down the main alley of the park, which was lined with withering cherry trees, Akutagawa couldn't help but marvel at the irony of faith: as the trees in Yokohama slowly wilted, a flower bloomed inside his lungs.

Playing it off as a mere cold, he had managed to hide his disease for the last two months but the sharp pain in his chest grew stronger by the day. Sometimes he'd wake up in the middle of the night and cough up a bunch of rosy petals, cursing under his breath and hoping that Gin wouldn't wake up and come check up on him. He would then gather the petals in the palm of his shaky hand and throw them out of the window, watching them fade away in the night.

Akutagawa managed to keep the symptoms of his illness under control, to ignore the pain; but it all got worse once he started seeing you again.

You...

He never once blamed you for his disease. The fact that a flower was blooming inside his lungs was soley his fault, the result of his deluded hopes and dreams. Of his feelings. And he was going to live and die with it.

That's what he believed until he saw you sitting on a wooden bench beneath the cherry trees; legs crossed as you slowly turned the pages of a paper bound volume; Murakami's "Norwegian wood"

For a moment he was transfixed. His cold gaze watched as the wind gently combed through your hair. You bit your lip and narrowed your eyes- probably in attempt to make sense of a sentence in the book- and his heart sank. Beautiful, you were so beautiful...

Still, the mafioso planned to walk away before you had a chance to spot him. Turning on his heels, he took a few steps back in the direction he came from before a violent coughing fit took over him. The sheer amount of pain he was in caused him to lean forward, pressing a hand to his aching chest as he panted hard.

"Akutagawa?" sounded your voice from behind and he cursed himself for being so reckless. Of course he'd feel worse around you.

"Oh God are you ok?" you asked again, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. You were close, so, so close.

Akutagawa clasped a hand over his mouth in attempt to keep the blossoms from spilling out but to no avail; a few roseate buds rolled past his parted lips and onto the leaf covered pavement.

Without wasting a second you hooked a hand under his arm and guided him to the closest bench, lightly patting his back until the coughing stopped.

The two of you spent a few minutes in silence before you finally gathered the courage to speak up.

"Are you alright?" you asked softly and he nodded.

"Yea. I am now. Thanks." he replied, barely able to contain his embrassment. How could he be so stupid? He should've walked away the moment he spotted you. Now you had discovered his shameful secret.

"Hey Akutagawa" you spoke again in the same gentle voice as you undid the lid of a thermos and handed it to him. "Have some tea. It may help."

He obeyed, taking the flask from your hands and bringing it to his lips; the liquid was warm and sweet, aiding his burning throat. The man took another sip before returning your thermos and mumbling a "Thanks Y/N."

"You're welcome"

"Well... I should go now. I need to catch my train" he said eventually as he watched you from the corner of his eyes.

"Oh sure. Want me to walk you to the station?"

He shook his head dismissively and forced a smile "No, there's no need. You can go back to your book"

"Alright then. Have a great day"

Akutagawa slowly rose from the bench, trying his best to ignore the burning sensation in his chest as he bid you farewell.

"Oh by the way..." you added, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

"Yes?"

"Your secret is safe with me"

You spoke the last words so gently, flashing him that smile he so adored and oh, he swore his heart was going to melt. Instead he simply nodded, returning the smile before making his way to the train station.

That night he slept better than he did in ages. Sleep was deep and for the first time in ages he wasn't haunted by dreams or symptoms of his disease.

When he woke up the next morning, golden rays dappling inside his bedroom like mist, there were no more petals, no more blossoms. And he could breathe freely again.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd angst #akutagawa angst #akutagawa x reader #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x you

[kimaixun]

[The Last Wish] [SKZ Han JiSung x SKZ Lee MinHo]

The Sequel

‼️Breaking News! JYP Entertainment announces the passing of our beloved F/N M/N‼️

A week after M/N’s passing and a small funeral ceremony, only dedicated for close family and friends, the news was finally disclosed. Everyone was shocked and dismayed. Some even speculated that M/N had committed suicide because of the break up he had went through and Han JiSung was put under the bus.

SKZ went into hiatus immediately mainly because of two reasons. M/N was their closest friend, family member and they needed to mourn indefinitely to where their heart would take them. M/N was with them since the start and there was no way he could be forgotten in any way. To SKZ, M/N was their advisor, the parent of the group, a significant being who had always been there for them.

It was a day after the funeral ceremony when Chan had told Lee Know to meet him at the late’s M/N studio. Lee Know obeyed and went over to the studio. When he entered, Chan was sitting on the chair, staring onto the computer’s blank screen, tears streaming down his tears albeit the emotionless expression. Lee Know closed the doors behind him and went over to the leader. He was about to invite himself onto the chair next to the leader only to have the leader standing up and punching him across his face. 

Lee Know stumbled to the floor at the forceful blow, immensely taken aback. Chan had his fist clenched tightly still even after the punch; his breathing was heavy as he finally let out a cry. Lee Know knew that he deserved the punch. The only possible reason could be maybe Chan knew something. 

“He told me not to punch you or hurt you but, i can’t help it!” Chan yelled in frustration, falling onto the couch and he cried harder. 

Lee Know gathered himself before cautiously taking a seat beside the leader. He wraps an arm over his shoulder, comforting the older. It took a while for the leader to calm down and once he did, he mutely gave the dancer a black book. The two spent the next five minutes staring from the book to each other than back to the book. 

“I knew what had happened. I knew you and JiSung are in a relationship prior to their breakup. M/N told me everything. First of all, I’m sorry i punched you because i am very sure you know why and now, i happen to break one of M/N’s promise.” Chan sighed, “I can’t help it. If JiSung was here, i would punch him too, honestly.” 

A light chuckle left Chan’s lips as he finally calmed down, “the day M/N told you to bring JiSung to the training room was supposed to be the day M/N propose to JiSung. M/N saw you guys kissing, that was why he did not appear in the training room. He told me that he did not realise that 6 hours pass by just like that as he locked himself in this very studio. M/N was punished with the hanahaki and he did not deserve it. For two months, M/N suffered with the disease. The doctors told us there was no hope left unless JiSung would fall back in love with him or have a surgery to get it removed with the consequence of not being able to feel anything. He chose not to do anything with JiSung anymore because he saw how happy he looked with you.”

Chan got up to take a black velvet ring box, “before he collapsed the other day, he gave me this. He said you would need it when it’s time for you to propose to JiSung.” Lee Know took the ring box, opening to see a shiny diamond ring with JiSung’s name engraved on it. “Please tell Lee Know to take care of JiSung, make him happy. That was M/N’s last words to me before he was wheeled into the emergency room. So, it’s all in your hand now. The book is for you and JiSung. I hope you could fulfil M/N’s last wish.”

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Han JiSung found himself in the tub, filled with white petals as tears stream down his cheeks. He had been unwell ever since M/N’s passing and discovering about the Hanahaki disease he know had was just an unfortunate bonus. Han JiSung could not stop thinking of his late ex boyfriend. Everything seems to have crash down on him.

“Sungie~, are you okay in there?”

JiSung panicked upon the voice, he cleared his throat, croaking out a reply as he gathered all the petals, throwing them into the toilet bowl, “I….I’ll be out in a minute.” He felt the regret as he flushed down the system. He washed his face before going out of the washroom, meeting Lee Know. He screened the latter’s face, seeing a forming bruise on his left cheek. “Your face…. What happened?”

“Nothing much. Are you okay? It’s almost two weeks you’ve been throwing up and coughing. I think we should see the doctors.” Lee Know said.

JiSung shook his head subtly before making his way over to their bed. He could see a black book on it. Curiosity had him. JiSung picked up the book, turning to the dancer, “what is this?”

“This belonged to M/N. We should read them together.”

JiSung could feel the ache in him as he plopped down on the bed, the book on his lap. His hands trembled as tears, once again made their way down his cheeks. Lee Know sat next to him, putting an arm around his shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze as he opens the book.

‘As I laid eyes on you, the world stopped. You stood there, grinning as Chan introduced me to all of you but, out of all of you guys, only you, Han JiSung caught my eyes.’

‘I joined in the practice today because I was suppose to help Chan after the practice on song writings but, he had something to do urgently. So instead, I stayed back with you in the training room and we had our first ball dance after we joked about High School Musical. It was euphoria as I felt my heart sparks into fireworks when I held your hand.’

‘I realise I started to like you. I like the way you smile, I like the way you are passionate about your career, I like the way you persevere in everything and there is so more to it that I swear I can write a 10 series book about it. I think I might just love you.’

‘You had a breakdown from the recent dance practice. It keeps getting harder and you were exhausted. You begged to be held and I held you in my arms, assuring you softly.’

‘I finally decided that I am in love with you and today just happened that I confessed to you. You accepted my confession and I cannot describe how happy I am. I love you, to eternity and beyond.’

JiSung sniffled as Lee Know gave him a cup of tea. They had decided to take a pause from reading the black book once owned by M/N. Lee Know could feel the tremble from the rapper as he sat next to him.

“Let’s stop for the night and continue tomorrow. Let’s get you to bed, you need the rest please.” Lee Know told the rapper as he placed the black book onto the nightstand, pulling JiSung to bed.

JiSung followed the latter as they tugged themselves under the covers. The rapper shifted closer to the dancer until his back met his chest. He felt Lee Know’s arm around his waist , giving him a tight comforting hug. JiSung sinks into his hold, letting a sob soft out. He felt the itch on his throat as he cries but, he knew he couldn’t cough. He shouldn’t cough because, a petal might just be out.

The next morning, JiSung forced himself out of bed, taking a warm shower and got ready. Lee Know was still fast asleep beside him and he doubt any of the member would be awake too. He grabbed his belongings and the black book on the night stand before tiptoeing out of the room. A sigh of relieve left his lips seeing no one in the living room. The rapper exited the dorm and made his way towards late M/N’s studio. He felt the tears accumulate in his eyes as he entered the studio.

“Hi love. If you’re somewhere up there watching me, I miss you, a lot.” JiSung mumbled to himself as he sat on the roller chair. He finally opened to where he last stop reading and continued.

Lee Know woke up in panic, feeling the empty space next to him. He jolted out of bed, running out the room, searching everywhere around the dorm but, failed to find none other than Han JiSung. He barged into the leader’s room, waking the latter up in the process. Lee Know became even more panic-stricken. He jumbled on his words, trying to croak out that JiSung was missing. Thankfully, The leader understood and got out of bed, waking the rest of the guys.

Lee Know ran as fast as his feet could bring just to everywhere he could think of JiSung could have gone. His mind went out of the line showing him pictures he didn’t wish to see. He was worried. Anything could happen to his lover and only god would know what. JiSung could be out there doing something deadly and even be dead by now. Lee Know stopped for a second, shaking his thoughts away. He took a deep breath in and calm himself down before making his way to that one place that happens to pop up in his mind.

The cemetery.

Lee Know thanked the world for showing him where JiSung was. He could finally breath as he walks over silently from behind to where the rapper was. The rapper sat cross legged in front of M/N’s tomb, the book still in his hand. Lee Know felt something wrong. He wasn’t facing the rapper but he just knew something was not right. As he nears the rapper, he could hear the soft sobs from the latter.

“Sungie~” Lee Know called out. JiSung jolted in shock as he turned to the voice and Lee Know gasped. JiSung had white petals all over him and a stream of blood ran down the corner of his lips.

Hanahaki

“I….I can explain.” JiSung stuttered.

“No,” Lee Know replied sternly, “there is nothing for you to explain. You’re coming with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Hyung, M/N had Hanahaki disease because of me. For two months, he suffered so let it be, let me be the one suffering this time. I deserve it.” JiSung cried.

“And then what? It’ll be my turn to suffer?” Lee Know yelled, out of the worrisome, “so one day you will pass on just like how M/N did and leave me alone? I love you JiSung and you know that. Trash around, hit me, curse at me all you want but, I’m taking you to the hospital. We’re getting the surgery.” The dancer swept JiSung off the ground and begin walking away from the tomb. JiSung trashed around like kid, hitting Lee Know wherever he could reach for. Lee Know felt his heart break hearing the cries grew softer and softer until JiSung finally gave in, lifelessly hanging on Lee Know’s shoulder.

It was pure silence as JiSung laid on the hospital bed and Lee Know sat right beside him. They had settled down in the hospital after registering for the Hanahaki removal surgery, only waiting for their turn to be called on.

“Sungie~, listen.” Lee Know sighed, “I’m sorry I’m forcing you to this but, please, I just need the best for you. I can’t afford to let you suffer with the hanahaki the way M/N did and I made a promise. I love you, Sungie but, please. This is your only chance to stay alive.”

“What’s the point of staying alive anymore? Hyung, I will lose the capability to love someone after the removal and do you really think you could make me love you?”

Without hesitation, the dancer answered, “yes and I swear to eternity and beyond that I will love you and I will make you fall for me one way or another.”

“Really?” JiSung’s eyes softened as he felt the sincere words from the dancer. Lee Know nodded and grabbed the rapper’s hand.

“M/N’s last wish is for me to take care of you and make sure you’ll be happy and I will make that happen. Han JiSung, I am going to propose to you to be my forever and always.” Lee Know opens the black velvet ring box, “this was the ring M/N wanted to give you. I assume you have read the book finish so you know what was supposedly going to happen. Even though it is not M/N who is proposing to you, I want you to think that it is. I will take care and love you for the rest of my life and M/N will be watching over us, always.” The dancer slips the ring into JiSung’s finger.

“To eternity and beyond of his last wish?” The rapper asked, tears streaming down his face.

“To eternity and beyond of his last wish.” Lee Know affirmed and hugged the other.

The sequel of Hanahaki is up, finally! Dedicated to my dearest reader. Here’s for you.

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Killing Me Softly (with his song): Chapter 2

Pairing: DiaLuci

Words: 4833

Chapters: 2/? Chapter 1 ao3

In the blink of an eye, the day Lucifer had been dreading had arrived. Today Diavolo was to return to the Devildom and his duties as their crown prince. His work trip had finally ended with all things concerning Queen Rose wrapped up. 

On one hand, Lucifer was glad to be relieved of the additional workload that came with being Diavolo's replacement, but on the other, he suspected having Diavolo near him when he was ill and destined to get much worse would inevitably have its toll on both his body and mind.  

In the deepest hours of the night, Lucifer had pondered over his plan of action and had made his decision. He would have to mislead Diavolo and would have to play pretend even with his health on the line. The thought itself had left him hanging over the toilet bowl, quite the unseemly mess. While wiping his mouth Lucifer had speculated if there would be any ounce of dignity left in his body once the illness had run its course. Still, he was unable to stop his thoughts from drifting to those captivating eyes, to that deep voice, to his boisterous laughter that was enough to unearth all, down to the scent of leather and honey he could smell whenever he leaned in too close and their shoulders brushed ever so slightly.

Of course, Lucifer had the illusion of free will. Realistically speaking, there were three choices he could make.

Lucifer could confess his feelings and bear the consequences, leading him straight to choice number 2.

He could let the illness run its course and wait for his certain death.

He could go to the doctor and get the surgery, which would remove the flowers and inevitably his feelings along with it.

In the end, numbers one and three were choices he simply couldn’t make. Not with Diavolo and the way they were. Cutting out his feelings would bear unforeseeable results. At this point, all that they were and all that Lucifer felt for him were far too intertwined to untangle without causing further harm. Because of this, he had swiftly decided against getting the surgery. 

After all, Lucifer had learned to contain his emotions years ago and knew how to let them simmer on a low flame to avoid having them overflow. He would simply have to continue doing so.

Lucifer checked his reflection in the mirror which had been replaced after last night's incident. Unsurprisingly enough, his looks reflected his physical state. His skin was too pale to be healthy, robbed of its usual shine. The shadows under his eyes were deep-set and purple.

Earlier today, Asmo had offered him concealer, his face sullen as he tried to slip the product into his brother's hand without anybody noticing. Naturally, Lucifer had pinched his wrist for it. These days, he found himself to be irritable to a fault.

With a sigh, he fixed his hair and straightened his collar before making his way to the agreed-upon meeting spot. There was no use pondering over his inevitable demise. 

He arrived 5 minutes too early. After all, being on time was a quality of utmost importance. Sadly, it was a quality that most of his brothers lacked. 

Lucifer felt worse for wear. After the night he'd spent getting closely acquainted with the inside of his toilet bowl, his head was pounding in an unsteady rhythm and his throat felt raw.

There had already been multiple full flowers. Although he bathed thoroughly he found himself unable to get rid of the sickly stench of the flowers. By now the scent seemed to be permanently stuck in his nose.

Slowly, he let his gaze wander over RAD’s gardens as he checked his cuff links. When he looked up again, he suddenly heard the sound of quick, heavy booted footsteps inching closer.

“Lucifer!!” 

There was no need for him to turn around to know who had been calling out to him. This person's presence was unmistakably overwhelming, his aura imposing.

It was Diavolo. His hair was tousled from the wind, his cheeks lively with joy. 

In the blink of an eye, Lucifer found himself held prisoner in a bone-crushing embrace.

“Diavolo!” he said, all air pushed out of his lungs from the force of impact, enough for a petal to ghost past his lips and land on Diavolo's shoulder.

The attention had him feeling quite restless. Normally, he'd growl and grumble, pretending to simply endure Diavolo's natural clinginess, when in truth, he wouldn't mind it if it weren't for the weight their positions brought with them. It felt good, and that, he couldn't have.

Lucifer didn't quite know what to do with his hands, so he settled on patting Diavolo's broad back reassuringly.

“There, there. What would your subjects think, seeing how unseemly you're acting right now?”  he mumbled, the slightest hint of a smile on his face. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Barbatos nodding at him, the corners of his mouth pulled up ever so slightly. It was a knowing smile and suddenly, Lucifer felt himself laid bare. Of course, he would know. There was no hiding from Barbatos. Reluctantly, he returned the greeting. 

Diavolo was still holding onto him. “I just missed you so much! I feel like I haven't seen you in decades!”

A sigh escaped Lucifer's lips. “Stop exaggerating. You were gone for two weeks.”

All of a sudden, Diavolo nuzzled his face against Lucifer's neck. Most certainly it wasn't on purpose, but his soft hair tickled against Lucifer's skin and he tensed up a little more nonetheless.

“It was two weeks and four whole days! There's so much I have to tell you about. The trip was quite riveting and Queen Rose has been nothing but cordial. She even brought out a few photos from last year's visit. Both Barbatos and you were so-”

Lucifer opened his mouth as Barbatos cleared his throat. “Young Master. Although I hate to interrupt, there are more serious issues to discuss. Surely, you didn't only spend your trip reminiscing. May I remind you we have a celebration to prepare for? Once everything has been discussed properly, you shall be free to do whoever you please.”

Lucifer swallowed down another petal and glowered at Barbatos. “Excuse me?”

Diavolo finally released Lucifer, brushing off nonexistent specks of dust off his shoulders with a smile on his lips. Lucifer gently pushed his hand off.

“Don't you mean whatever? You said whoever,” Diavolo said, tilting his head. “Barbatos, are you perchance tired?”

“Did I now? I must apologize, it seems I misspoke.”

Despite his words, it was very apparent that he had, in fact, not confused his words. It was unclear why Barbatos chose to meddle. Lucifer felt ever so inclined to call him out on it, but with Diavolo close by that was hardly an option.

“My Lord, if I may?” Barbatos suddenly pointed at Lord Diavolo's shoulder. “Something seems to be stuck to your uniform, let me remove it for you.”

With a quick motion, Barbatos snatched the petal off Lord Diavolo's uniform, holding it against the light. “How curious. As far as I am aware, there are no white rose bushes in the royal gardens. How could it have gotten here, I wonder?”

Lucifer froze in place and was left staring at the small petal held between Barbatos' slender fingers. He hadn't even noticed.

“Perhaps Queen Rose has been tending to a new variety of roses,” he suggested, his jaw tense and shoulders stiff. 

“I believe she would have shown me if that was the case,” Diavolo wondered. “She carries much pride for her gardens after all.”

Diavolo and Barbatos' voices were beginning to merge with the sound of the wind and the chirping of birds as Lucifer's ears filled with static that only grew louder and louder in his ears. Although he could see their lips move, his brain refused to process what they were saying. His breath caught in his throat. 

When Barbatos dropped the petal in Diavolo's cupped hands, something shifted in him. He could make out two single words coming out of Diavolo's mouth, spoken with unbridled admiration.

“... quite beautiful.”

A stabbing pain emerged from Lucifer's lungs which quickly grew in intensity.

It was almost comical how he was considered one of the most feared demons in all three realms, yet all it took was a misplaced compliment to force him down to his knees. 

Thankful that the other two demons were still distracted, Lucifer grabbed the opportunity by the throat.

He pulled out his DDD and checked his messages, furrowed his eyebrows in play-pretend confusion before tutting his teeth. “Allow me to excuse myself,” he said quickly. There wasn't much time left until the first cough would inevitably follow. “I will be right back.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Diavolo lift his head and for a moment, their eyes met. “Lucifer, is everything alright?” he asked, his voice worried. 

He nodded his head. “Naturally. Something just came up. It seems like I will have to return to the House of Lamentation for a short while.”

Those cursed golden eyes were fixated on him, so tempting in the Devildom's low lighting. His lungs were aching, yet he couldn't refuse to return the intense look.

“Oh, of course. Take your time. There is no need for haste. Do send word once the issue has been resolved.”

Lucifer nodded once and with quick steps, he removed himself from the scene, leaving Barbatos and Diavolo behind. He managed to round the last corner when his body finally gave up on him. His knees buckled and he had to hold onto RAD’s outer wall for support, struggling to keep himself upright. As he tried to take another step, his lungs constricted and he began to cough violently. When he attempted to keep going, he felt himself sway. It was a strange thing to realize that one was about to collapse. Holding onto the old stone wall did little to support his buckling knees.

Lucifer awoke to the soft clacking of something being placed on the ground. As he opened his eyes, green ones were staring back at him from the backdrop of his personal chambers.

Barbatos . 

Lucifer felt disoriented, but before he could request an explanation, the sharp pain in his lungs returned without mercy. Promptly, he started to cough again but before he was able to hack up more flowers, a bucket was pushed into his hands. It was hard to breathe and the stream of flowers didn't seem to stop. The copper taste of blood filled his mouth and the flowers he spat out were covered in it.

Heaving, he stared at the mess. In between the spit-covered flowers and petals were multiple stems armed with thick thorns.

“That's certainly a new one,” he rasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

For once, Lucifer was faltering. He had told himself he could do this, had convinced himself that he possessed enough restraint to live this lie and accept it as his new reality. Year after year, he had convinced himself all over again that he saw Diavolo as nothing but his superior, that perhaps he would come to accept the title of friend if he felt daring enough. And it would have to end there. 

What a liar he was. Diavolo’s word was the law. He was their prince, destined to become king.

There was nothing Lucifer could do. Throughout the years, he had grown fond of their companionship. Despite his protests, he liked being needed. A part of him hoped Diavolo would always need him. Now the time had come, and with it, his punishment for overstepping his bounds. His feelings on the subject didn’t matter. They simply couldn't matter.

Suddenly, he felt a careful hand touching his shoulder, snapping him out of his train of thought.

Lucifer opened his eyes again and was met with Barbatos fixing him with a serious expression as he took the bucket out of his white-knuckled hands. 

With a low growl, Lucifer let himself fall back in the pillows, his hand pushing stray strands of hair out of his eyes. His forehead felt clammy. “So it's you,” he settled on. 

“It is,” Barbatos said quietly. “You should consider yourself lucky. What would you have done if Lord Diavolo had found you in such a compromising situation? Most certainly he would've been beside himself. I believe he would have never left your side again after an incident of that calibre.”

Lucifer scoffed. “Lucky? Is that really something I can be considered?” A moment of silence passed. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone clipped. “I assume there is no need to explain my ailment to you? After all, you’ve been aware of it since the moment you laid eyes on me today.” He sighed and covered his eyes with his forearm. It was hard to tell whether he was embarrassed or simply exhausted. Perhaps it was a little bit of both. “Spare me the humiliation and just come out with it.”

Barbatos folded his hands together and tilted his head to one side. “Of course. Excuse my impertinence. As you are aware, I am not one to give orders. Feel free to consider this as nothing but a mere suggestion on my part.” He moved one step closer to the bed and began to fluff up a pillow near Lucifer's head. While he busied himself, his long strand of hair falling into his face, he continued. “I believe you should confess your feelings. This situation might be easier resolved than you currently assume.”

A dry laugh escaped Lucifer's lips as he pushed himself into a sitting position. “Am I hearing right? Perhaps I've been spending too much time around my idiotic brothers, or did you truly suggest what I believe you did? Barbatos, don't take me for a fool. I am aware that my feelings are uncalled for, but it is not within my power to change them. Even less so should I burden Diavolo with their weight.”

Barbatos ran one hand along the pillow, indenting its middle to create a proper shape. “Are they truly well hidden if it only took me mere moments to figure them out?” he asked, his tone nonchalant. “Perhaps it will help you to vocalize them.”

“What use is there in confessing that I love him?” For a moment he halted as his eyes widened and the realization hit him. Without thinking, he had said the unthinkable. He had said those three pesky words he'd been dancing around for years. The words had left his lips far too easily.

Next to him, Barbatos simply sighed. “Acceptance may as well be your first step towards the goal. Allow me to say that you two are terribly hopeless,” he stated. “We are all well aware of your stubbornness, but I implore you to let that sensation rest. Your pride shouldn't be reason enough to keep the Young Master waiting for much longer. I've been observing the two of you for ages and it exhausts me to see how oblivious you are.”

“What is there to feel distressed about? My choices should hardly-” Lucifer started, but was shushed by Barbatos who had lifted a finger to his own lips.

“Judging by your appearance and the state you're in, I would assume you have a month left. However, if I survey the symptoms you have already presented, I believe there is far less time left. The proximity to the Young Master is quite the fast-acting poison for your ailment. Do you really plan on sacrificing everything you hold dear just to keep your dignity? Perhaps you should reconsider.” When Lucifer did not reply Barbatos smoothed over his uniform and turned towards the door. 

“I have said my part and shall make an excuse so you can rest. Please consider my thoughts and make the proper decision. I will be taking my leave now.” With a court bow, Barbatos exited the room, leaving Lucifer to his conflicting thoughts.

Without Barbatos’ presence, he was free to force his thoughts to abandon the topic at hand, to stop thinking about how he had admitted his feelings so freely, and to stray back to work. It was a welcome distraction. Quietly, Lucifer lifted himself off the mattress, his arms feeling much weaker than he was comfortable with. They were in the middle of planning a celebration for the royals of all surrounding Kingdoms. It had been at Queen Rose’s suggestion and Diavolo had sounded quite taken with the idea when he'd told Lucifer about it through the phone. It would act as a peace offering of sorts after many years of war and fights over territory. 

The celebration was set to take place in five days.

Lucifer could already see himself up to his neck in preparations since everything had to be planned on extremely short notice. He would have to balance the stress of all that contained, all the paperwork, the invitations and preliminary meetings with suppliers and organizers that seemed overdue before anything even started. When would he have the time to confess his feelings when everyone was counting on him to hold the Kingdom together in the palm of his hands? 

Additionally, the situation would only get worse the moment Diavolo caught wind of his sickness. Perhaps Diavolo wasn't suspicious yet, but it would be foolish to expect it to stay that way. Due to their busy schedules, Lucifer might manage to slip past him at just the right time, but the truth was that it was getting harder for him to hold everything together. It was realistic to assume that Diavolo would find out sooner or later.

With a sigh, Lucifer laid back down again, if only for a moment. Fatigue was pulling at his bones, trying to lure him into a restless slumber.

The few hours of sleep he managed to get were unsatisfactory. He found himself stuck in a drowsy state; not asleep yet not quite awake either. Not even the darkness of slumber was kind enough to let him forget what he didn't want to consider. Whenever he closed his eyes he saw Diavolo’s face and found himself haunted by his voice when he wasn't even remotely close. His dreams brought up titillating images he would never dare to entertain while he was awake. It took him several minutes to will his body back into obedience, away from the daunting state he had found himself in. 

Were Lucifer anybody but himself, he would have considered renouncing his position as Diavolo's right-hand man. It would've been the right thing to do, considering their closeness that so clearly interfered with his professionalism. Still, he had made a promise, and his loyalty was a thing of permanence. Foolishly, he had chosen death over an act of treachery.

His conviction did little to lessen his suffering. Irritatingly enough, his body was longing to be close to the one demon it couldn't have. There was one thing he knew for certain. Despite Barbatos’ suggestions, Diavolo would never return his feelings. It was a thing of impossibility. Lucifer's heart hurt and his lungs ached at the thought, yet he wouldn't allow himself to slip further into foolish delusions. The rational part of his brain was scoffing at his internal conflict. After all, he had always been quite the realist. He knew the hand he had been dealt and knew which cards he had to play to ensure a win. 

Of course, it was undeniable that Diavolo had developed a certain fondness for Lucifer, but in the grand scheme of things, that didn't mean anything. The only thing he knew for certain was that he was running out of time. Realistically, he gave himself less than a week. It was a fitting punishment for someone who did not deserve to experience love, not after everything that went wrong. Not when his little sister died for it. How could he have the right to experience it so carelessly?

All of a sudden, his DDD rang loud and clear, pulling him out of his thoughts. He rubbed his ribcage, right where his lungs were sitting, tangled up in roots and thorns. From now on, he should keep Diavolo-related thoughts to a minimum, he was aware of that. He threw a quick look at the caller ID and picked up the phone. “Yes?”

“Heya Lucifer, guess who? It’s your darling little brother, the one and only Asmodeus on the line of course!” Asmo’s melodious voice rang through the speakers.

A sigh left Lucifer's lips as he rubbed his temples in annoyance. “You are aware that I can see your caller ID, right? I do have your contact saved,” he grumbled. “What is it you need?”

“Aww Lucifer! You flatter me!” Asmo chirped, his chipper voice only amplifying Lucifer's ever-growing headache.

“If you consider something like that flattery you might need to reevaluate your standards. So, what do you want? You know I'm busy with preparations, there's still too much to do. I'm not in the mood for your games, so no dawdling unless you want to get punished thoroughly and rigidly,” he said in a brash manner, his brows furrowed.

“Yeah, yeah! No need to get so worked up, I can almost hear you glaring through the speakers! All that frowning will get you wrinkles, you know?” Asmo began to babble. “That really isn't something you want, like ever. Oh, oh! I recently tried out this amazing gushing hell snake oil that-”

“Asmodeus,” Lucifer stated coldly. “Out with it.”

“Live a little! I just wanted to check in on you, see how you're doing!” 

“Why? You saw me this morning.”

“Because you see… there's a lot that can happen between morning and noon and-”

“Asmodeus,” he growled. “Spare me your theatrics and state your business.” Lucifer continued, a threatening aura starting to seep from his pores. He most certainly did not have the patience for any more shenanigans today. Asmodeus was really testing him with the way he was avoiding stating the reason for his call.

For a moment there came nothing but silence from the other end of the phone, followed by an audible intake of breath and hushed whispers. “So... The thing is...” Asmo started, his voice suddenly nervous. “I just missed you, that's it! Bye-bye Lucifer, talk to you later!!”

Click.

Asmodeus had hung up on him.

For a moment, Lucifer simply stared at the red symbol signaling the end of the call. His fingers tightened around his DDD. “Oh? Well, that just takes the cake. I will teach him his place, that little-”

Suddenly, a voice called his name. “Lucifer.” 

It was that voice again. Realization dawned upon him. It all made sense now. The nonsensical call and all the stalling. All of it had been a setup. There was a reason Asmo had been dawdling around like that.

Someone must've asked him to act as a distraction. And that specific someone, someone Asmodeus wouldn't be able to refuse, was now standing right behind him. Lucifer wasn't even surprised Asmo had agreed to this. His brother knew about his illness and had grand delusions about the way Diavolo felt for Lucifer. 

He pocketed his DDD and turned around. “Diavolo, what a surprise. Is there anything you need from me for you to come visit me unannounced?“ he asked casually. His calm tone of voice didn't betray the anger that was still boiling inside of him. Diavolo's plan had worked out perfectly.

An unfortunate side effect of his Hanahaki was that he had become much less attentive. He hadn't even noticed the door opening and closing when Diavolo entered the room. 

“Lucifer. It's been a while since I've seen you this worked up. Is something the matter?“ Diavolo asked cordially. There was a confusing smile on his face as he crossed the room and wrapped his warm hand around Lucifer's arm.

For a moment Lucifer cursed himself for having abandoned his coat, but it had simply been too hot. Despite the warm air in the room, he found himself shivering under Diavolo's touch, right where it sat against the naked skin of his arm, courtesy of the rolled-up sleeves of his dress shirt.

“Maybe that's because I haven't seen you around all that much lately,” Diavolo mumbled, letting his hand slide further down until he could run his thumbs over the bone of  Lucifer's wrist. “I have been gone for weeks, and suddenly, it seems like you are planning to avoid being in my presence. Did I act out of bounds?”

Lucifer shook under the unexpectedly kind touch. He did not know what had prompted Diavolo to act so unseemly. He was used to violence and harshness, but soft touches like these were completely strange to him. 

Diavolo’s fingers, wrapped around his wrist, felt warm and alive. His heart was begging to beat faster, almost as if it were testing out its newfound boundaries.

Want was a livid thing filling up his chest, pulling down further past his stomach down to the tip of his toes.

He realized he'd been silent for too long. 

“Why would that be your first assumption?” he answered back. 

“Making up excuses doesn't sound like you. I know you'd never lie to me, which would explain your reluctance to give me a straight answer and why Barbatos has suddenly excused you for the day. You're avoiding me for a reason, are you not?” Diavolo asked calmly, the expression on his face unreadable. When his hand gripped Lucifer's, lingering on top like a protective shell, Lucifer forced himself to look at him.

For once, he wished his eyes could express what his mouth refused to say. He had always been the oldest and had always carried responsibilities too big for his beaten body. As always, he couldn't allow himself to take a stand. Wearing his heart on his sleeve was a luxury he couldn't afford. His brothers, perhaps. He'd made sure of that. But him? Never. His stance towards his private sentiments had to remain a heartless one. 

When he continued to stand his ground against Diavolo’s intense gaze, he felt an electric shock running through him. He had made his decision and there was no going back.

This was the first time in ages that he was allowing Diavolo to linger this close. Excuses wouldn't suffice to keep the demon prince away when he was already suspicious. 

As soon as it had started, the moment was ruined when Lucifer grabbed Diavolo's other arm in a tight grip.

“I cannot give you the answer you are searching for. Leave before it's too late. You shouldn't be here,” he forced out, his heavy breath suppressed as he did his best to control his breathing until Diavolo finally left the room. “I cannot fathom what brought you here unannounced. I don't need your pity and I don't want your concern.”

“You wish that I leave before it's too late,” he repeated. “Before it's too late for what?” Diavolo worried his lip when he took note of the other's unusual expression. Lucifer looked strangely conflicted, his shoulders taut as the string of a bow. “Before it's too late for what? Lucifer, I won't understand unless you tell me!”

Lucifer opened his mouth, but before he could continue to deflect he suddenly gripped Diavolo’s arm even tighter. His other hand freed itself from Diavolo's grip and shot up to his mouth, attempting to contain what he'd been fighting against for the duration of their conversation. 

A sea of bloody petals, thorns, and stems forced themselves out of his mouth, past his hand. He lowered his head, his eyes open wide and set on the ground. It felt like time had come to a stop while he struggled to breathe, bubbles of blood and petals breaking past the tight hold of his hand. 

“Lucifer!” Diavolo's voice sounded distant. There it was, again, calling out his name. Always calling out for him. Lucifer tightened his hand around Diavolo's arm in reply. 

Quickly, Diavolo lowered Lucifer to the ground and pulled him against his chest. When his breathing didn't ease, he opened the first buttons of his dress shirt and pressed one hand against his abdomen. “Come on, breathe with me.” 

Lucifer was wheezing and choking, but still, he let himself be held, allowing himself to follow the pattern of Diavolo's breathing he could feel against his back.

With one big cough, a full white rose with a stem and thorns forced itself out of Lucifer's mouth, followed by a sea of blood. As he gasped for air, Diavolo lowered his forehead against the back of his neck. 

“Who is it?” he asked after a beat of silence. “Lucifer, please tell me. I implore you. Who has caused this?”

The Devildom Prince received no reply. Lucifer had fallen unconscious.

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