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Flowers for Valentine's Day | Monster Boyfriend

Five hundred years ago, the Fae realm and the Mortal realm joined together. The portals were brought down and for once in thousands of years, a truce was made. With a Mortal queen and Fae king, the two built a kingdom together, in the cusps of the realms, extending through the realms and making a city that only grew with time.

That's where you lived.

It was a nice change from your life in the country, and you relished your time in the whimsical city, the proof that Mortal and Fae finally came together.

But with its pros, it had its cons. Specifically Valentine's Day.

While it was just a day to give your partner flowers, chocolates, or other gifts in the Mortal realm, to the Fae realm, it was one of the most important days to a Fae's love life. It was easier to find the person they were meant to be with, Fae or not, and it was the one time gifts were allowed without being a token of allowing them to snatch you up and whisk you away. Though, they were trying to get rid of the concept, since there was no need with the portals open.

Always the natural-born tricksters at heart though, falling for a Fae without gaining their love in return held a massive consequence, and it was only curable by finding someone to love you, or earning their love. It was the cruelest way to end unrequited love for them.

That's why their 'Fated Day' was so important to them.

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You pushed the still warm bread into the display case, huffing out a breath as you lifted an arm to wipe off the sweat that formed from being inside the hot building.

The front door's bell rang as the door opened and you glanced over to see your new patron, a small smile gracing your lips when you saw who it was.

Noam. A Fae who was around your age, only a year older, who one day decided that he was going to come in every Wednesday and buy two pastries before staying for three hours. Though, while half an hour was spent eating the pastries, the other two and a half hours were spent talking to you.

You couldn't say you didn't enjoy it, you clearly did, it's why it kept happening. You'd even go as far as to call him a friend, but you never told him that, too nervous to do it when you could've read the room wrong and he just needed to talk to someone. But then again, if he needed to talk to someone, why did he let you do most of the talking?

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts when you saw him give you a small wave, giving him one in return. "The usual, Noam?"

He smiled as he approached the counter and nodded, his hair bouncing slightly in his bun. Your smile widened at the sight and you ignored the way your heart skipped as you pulled out two pastries; one chocolate cream filled, the second one drizzled with raspberry icing.

Wrapping them up and slipping them into a bag, you pushed it over and took his card from his hand, wringing everything up for him. "How are you today?"

"Hot," you responded with a small chuckle. "Better now that my favorite customer is here though."

You watched him flush as you handed back his card and tossed out the receipt, knowing that he'd never take it if offered.

Your eyes followed him as he walked to the table closest to the counter, opened the bag as he pulled out the raspberry one and started to eat. "You getting ready for your Fated Day?"

He nodded, flush darkening as he turned to look at you, saying between bites, "Mhm, and I think I know who I'm going to find that day..."

For some reason, your stomach twisted, and your smile faltered slightly. "Really? Who do you think it is?"

Noam's smile turned soft, dreamy as he placed the pastry down and started to speak, "I'm thinking it's a Fae that goes to the bookshop I work at...they're just...they're so nice and I hope I'm not taking things the wrong way, but I'll figure that out in a week."

You felt a sudden burn in your chest, like your lungs were being stabbed, but you pushed it back when you heard him ask you, "Do you have any plans for the day?"

You shook your head. "...Nah, I normally just eat cake and watch bad movies. It's become a tradition of mine."

He nodded, his smile widening at you, but instead of it normally making you feel lighter, you felt much much heavier at the sight of it. The pain worsened and you tore your eyes away from him, nervously biting at your lip. You were growing concerned...what the hell was wrong with you?

But instead of saying anything about it, even though everything inside of you is screaming to tell at least Noam or to text your boss, you don't, all you do is look down at the counter and rasp your knuckles against it, saying, "I'm sure you'll snatch them up, Noam, I don't doubt it for one bit."

You couldn't see him, but you could tell he was beaming at your compliment when he hummed happily, responding after a moment. "Thank you! I'm sure you'll be able to find someone too. Who knows, it might even be a Fae."

For some reason, you hoped it was.

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It seemed to be the moment after Noam left that you sunk down to the floor, back against the brick wall as you grasped for the trash can with tightly shut eyes, gasping in breaths that pained you with each one. But when the trash can was seated between your legs, you coughed harshly, feeling the burn rise up to your throat as something definitely left your mouth, however you couldn't ponder over it when you started to cough again, the second one hurting worse than the first.

It took a while for the pain to lower in your chest for you to open your eyes, but you did and you were met with crumpled up receipts and droplets of blood staining the white paper, dark pink flower petals also covered with drops of blood. Your pained breath hitched and your eyes widened. You couldn't believe it.

There's no way you should have that curse. It only came with unrequited love...right? And you weren't in love, you were just- wait.

Your heart started to pound as you started to cough again, tears welling in your eyes at the pain that ripped through you when you coughed up some more petals.

You didn't know if it was the pain or the idea that you were unknowingly in love that made you unable to wrap your mind around most of your thoughts. The only thing that got past the barrier and pain was the realization of two things. One: you were in love with a Fae. And not just any Fae. Noam. And two: you were going to die. You didn't know anyone who ever saw you as more than platonic or familial who you couldn't force love on, and Noam is going after someone else. He wasn't into you.

You were terrified, arms cradling the trash can as tears ran down the sides of your face. You had no idea what to do and after everything you've been through, no matter what you dreamt of doing, you were on borrowed time.

All because you had to fall in love with a cute smile that belonged to a cute Fae.

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Everything hurt. Your throat was probably bleeding with the amount of blood that came up with every cough you let out, and every time you tried to move you wanted to die.

You were never good with pain, and you were shocked you weren't passed out yet from it all, but you couldn't really focus on it when you were terrified of a person walking in and seeing you huddled over a trashcan. Though, the thought that kept lingering in your mind, saying that you were on borrowed time over and over practically stopped your heart.

Your heart dropped when you heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing, too out of it to truly tell which door it was until Amiel walked out of the back room and saw you. "Holy shit..."

He dropped to his knees when he got closer to you and reached out to touch your arm, only to have you jerking away from his touch. That, however, let him glance into the trash can and his eyes widened. "...Oh shit...shit shit shit shit shit, alright, ok, uh- let me call an ambulance-"

Your raspy voice stopped him, your head shaking slowly, "...Don't...it won't help..."

You knew it. And you knew he knew it, but it still didn't stop a worried look from appearing on his face. "...Then at least let me call Han' and ask if her and her girlfriend could cover...she should be able to if I tell her the situation."

A small lift of your hand let him pull out his phone and call Han', your face pushing itself into the trash can again as you start to cough again, your already sore eyes burning with the tears that poured from them.

"Hey- ...yea yea, I'm at work, look, I need you and Lucia to come in...why?...uh, they're...they're currently coughing up blood and flower petals, Han'." There was a small scream, your eyes catching him pulling his phone away from his ear as you spit out a leftover petal, watching as blood came with it. "...I didn't ask and now isn't the time too...I just need you two to come in so I can bring them to their apartment. It's already pretty bad..."

You winced when you heard him say that, but you knew it was true. The harder it hit you, the more in love you were or something like that. You didn't even know you felt like that for Noam until today, but that was almost worse.

You droned out Amiel until he tried to help you stand, a whimper leaving you as you almost fell the moment you got half a foot off the ground. Your fingers painfully dug into the metal of the trashcan and a pained yelp left you when you were suddenly picked up by you co-worker, a concerned smile on his face. "...Your car or mine?"

"...Mine," you rasped out, shakily and slowly moving your hand to tug out the keys, but his hand was faster at that moment and he quickly moved your hand to tug them out of your apron pocket.

He helped you out of the building and with a bit of a struggle, which added to the guilt that you already felt at being so helpless, he got you into your car, rounding it and getting into the driver's seat. Taking a deep breath, he started the car, and you leaned back to the trashcan, wanting to keep your car as clean as you can, but the pain of having to move so much forcing you to stay in that position. It was the only thing that elevated the tiniest bit of pain.

Amiel pulled out of the small lot in the back of the building quickly, driving down the road towards your apartment. He was over with some of your other coworkers at times, so you didn't need to worry about forcing your voice to work to give him your address.

You coughed, once this time, and only a single petal left your mouth, it still hurt just as much as the others did, the only thing that was better was the length of it. You used the best of your abilities to take a deep breath, but you weren't able to pull in much before you were forced to exhale, so you settled on short, quick breaths.

"...Can you speak?...I mean, you can, but can you speak anymore?" Amiel asked you, eyes quickly moving from the road to glance at you.

"...Yea..." you responded, coughing after it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him flinch.

"Can you tell me who caused this?...If it's not too personal. Which, it probably is, but you know..." Amiel drifted off and you sniffled, your throat searing hot with pain.

"...Noam," you said, not explaining anymore. You knew he knew who Noam was, which was all he needed to hear for him to tighten his grip on the steering wheel.

"Shit," he said, which didn't help your case, but it expressed your thoughts about it. "...I know it was a Fae, but...gods, I didn't expect him."

You glanced over at him with a half-lidded look, which he thankfully caught. "Not that it's a bad thing! I mean- shit, I don't know how to speak. Look...I'm sorry you're going through this, and I wish I could say everything is going to be fine..."

You made a weak noise, shaking your head slowly, as if saying you understood. You knew nothing was going to be fine. That's why the curse was made. It only accepted miracles and with Fated Day coming up...

You weren't keeping your hopes up. Miracles didn't exist in your life. And you had a very good feeling it was going to stay that way.

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When Amiel pulled up to the street of your apartment complex, you were alright enough to get out, but once he decided that you were moving too slowly for his liking and for his growing worry, he picked you up again. He locked your car and got onto the sidewalk to get you into your apartment building. "You fine if I stay for a bit?"

You only nodded, head falling onto his arm as you struggled to keep your eyes open, the pain finally trying to make your consciousness slip away. But he tapped your arm gently, forcing you to blink your eyes open. "Let's get some pain pills and some water in you before you pass out on me, alright?"

You nodded again, hoping that it'll do a little in soothing the pain. At least in the rest of your body if not your throat.

As he got your front door unlocked, another feat won with you still in his arms, he walked you inside, kicking the door shut when the both of you got far enough inside. With a tap to his arm, he carefully set you down, your steps more confident, almost a little faster as you walked to your couch, rasping out, "...Pills are in the bathroom cabinet...big blue bottle..."

You saw him nod in the corner of your eyes and he didn't start moving, not until he said, "You're speaking a little more...that's good..."

Amiel didn't let you respond as he quickly made his way down your hall and into the bathroom. You sat down, sinking into the cushions of the couch with a small groan, clearing your throat and wincing at the pain that shot through you.

You looked down at the trash can that you stole from the bakery, staring at the amount of petals that rested on top of the little sheets of paper. It was supposed to start out small...a petal or two...maybe a scratch in your throat. That's what you read anyway.

Instead, you got hit with the final stage of the curse...and you knew full well you'd be lucky if you lasted a week. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side at that point in time.

You coughed, spitting out the blood that surfaced, almost surprised there wasn't a petal with it. Amiel came out of the hallway a second later and you stuck your hand out, palm up, waiting for the pills. "I was going to get water..."

"...Give me the pills...I can take them dry and I'll drink the water later..." You cleared your throat, wincing again but breathing out whenever he handed you the pills. You pulled your hand back to your body and knocked down both of the pills in your hand, trying to ignore the burn that you felt whenever you swallowed them.

Leaning against the back of the couch, you wrapped your arm around the trash can, cradling it as you curled up against the arm of the couch as he came back in with a water bottle. Amiel opened it for you and set it on the side table beside you, hand grazing your shoulder before he walked to sit beside you.

It was silent between the two of you for a while, your vocal cords begging not to be used and him obviously not wanting to bring up what's going to happen. But to you, it was impossible not to bring up. It was only thing anyone could talk about with you anymore.

No more bakery talk, about what the next group hang out will be before inevitably on getting junk food and going to the Mall to waste a few hours before going to the movies. No updates about anyone's family, no matter how miniscule.

You thought about your own family, how they'd react whenever they hear about the news after the curse eventually took you. Another wave of tears pricked at your eyes, yet this wave wasn't from pain, rather just your plain ole feelings.

And in the midst of feeling the worst pain in your life, thinking about how your family will react when they find out the only member of the most recent generation died because they happened to fall in love, you thought about how Noam would react. You hoped that, despite not caring if other people find out, he'll never find out.

You did wonder if he'd be upset though...or if he'd just take it as a tragedy and move on with his life. You didn't know which one would hurt you more. Noam deserved to be happy, and you knew that, whether it was with you or with the Fae he talked about earlier in the day. It wasn't his fault you were slowly dying because of your body becoming a sudden greenhouse. It was only yours. You got close. You let your walls down and you fell for him. All he ever did was talk to you.

You didn't even know you were crying until you coughed after a sob ripped through you, raspy but loud, and all the more painful. You saw Amiel watching you in the corner of your eye, worry covering his face before you shoved your head into the trashcan and coughed out what looked to be a small flower bud, petals littering around the spot.

You grimaced at the sight, lifting your head slowly only to jerk away whenever you felt a hand on your back. "Just me, don't worry..."

If it was any other time, you would've scoffed and pushed his arm away while trying to fight the smile that came with it before you inevitably let yourself be comforted. But right now wasn't like any other time. It was worse. And you both knew that.

You didn't push his arm away, your crying only got heavier and you found yourself closer to Amiel. At least, close enough to have his hand on the other side of your back. Any closer and you'd have to readjust your hold on the trash can, and you really didn't want to do that. It was too much of an inconvenience on your weak, pain-filled body.

You did, however, let yourself enjoy the comfort of another person's touch, and slowly but surely, you were able to pass out.

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Days passed, your condition only getting worse, yet you were able to live on your own again...though that was only because you got used to the pain. The others made sure to visit, helping you around your apartment and making sure you get enough liquid inside of you, since eating was out of the question unless you wanted to kill your throat some more.

As the routine formed, you got used to hearing a knock on the door, usually being able to tell who was there simply by how they knocked. Hana was a loud knocker and she only did it twice, her girlfriend was the opposite and thankfully did it five times. Amiel knocked to the tone of a song both of you knew, though, he usually came in before you had time to open the door.

So when you heard a normal three time knock on your door, you looked at your front door in slight confusion. Maybe it's a delivery and they'll go away soon. You never ordered anything though, so it couldn't have been.

Your brows furrow as you stood up, trying to ignore the way your now very over-sized shirt hung from you as you answered the door, your sunken eyes widening when they see who's at the door.

Noam's eyes had the same reaction, his eyes trailing down your sickly looking figure with nothing but concern in his expression. "...How'd you know where I live...?"

He shook his head when you spoke, snapping him out of whatever thoughts he was lost in before giving you a shy smile. "Amiel told me. I know it's not Wednesday but I wanted to grab some bread and you weren't there..."

You felt a cough starting to surface and with quick steps, you were able to maneuver away from the door towards your trash can, freshly emptied, even if it still smelled strongly of metal. You could hardly hear him step inside over your hacking, pain ripping through you like no other.

The only thing besides pain that you felt was your embarrassment for being seen like this by him. You became much more aware of how you must've looked. Your clothes hung from you, almost boxing out your previously healthy figure. Your eyes were sunken from lack of sleep, you were hunched over and you dragged your feet when you walked. You looked like death, and you wish you pass it off as an off day.

A gentle hand patting your back drew you from your thoughts, spitting out a couple of petals before turning your head to look over at him. He was worried because of you. Because you were an idiot and fell in love when he could never feel the same.

You wanted him to leave. But the urge to let him stay overpowered it and you motioned towards the couch, moving the blanket closer to you when you sat down, watching as he sat beside you. "...I know answering me will probably hurt, so you don't have to if you don't want to...but how long has this been going on?"

Hesitating for a moment, you decided to tell him. As long as he didn't know the rest, you'd be alright. "...Wednesday..."

"Oh...oh...so you were just suffering the entire time I was there...?"

"...Didn't have to cough until you left..." You responded, voice weak and quiet. You didn't look at him, too ashamed to deserve the right. You didn't want him to remember you like this. "...Why're you here...?"

Noam's breath hitched and he rested a hand on your arm, and unlike anyone else's touch, you didn't feel any pain with it. If anything, it helped soothe it. You leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut in slight relief.

"I wanted to come check on you...I brought something cold with me, I know it won't mean anything in the long run, but whatever takes the pain away, right?" You felt a tug on your heart and you nodded, barely able to hold back the whine that wanted to leave you when he moved his hand from your arm to reach in his satchel and pull out an aloe drink. He gave it a small shake when he noticed that your eyes were open again and offered you a small smile as he opened it for you. "It isn't much but-"

You cut him off by taking the bottle from his hand. "...Thanks."

You had to admit, it did soothe your throat, even when you nursed it after you accidentally chugged half the bottle. Noam stayed with you too, watching tv and commenting on things when you couldn't, eyes flittering over to you to watch your reaction to them. He winced every time you coughed and he smiled when you let out an airy laugh at one of his comments.

After a couple of hours though, you ended up throwing the blanket over the both of you, silently and subtly chasing his touch whenever you could. You knew he was interested in someone else, but if you ignored each and every cough, the way your voice sounded and the pain that wracked your body, you could believe that maybe...just maybe he felt the same way. That he was taking care of you because you got sick. And even if it was only for one day, and that everything would go back to normal and he would never see you alive again...you held onto that feeling.

Because even though you fell in love with the wrong person, even though it's causing you the amount of pain that you felt at that moment, and even though it was going to kill you...it still felt like a dream. It felt like it was fate.

You didn't want to believe that it wasn't.

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Noam took your routine and turned it upside down, taking the duty away from your friends to take care of you, even though you told him that he didn't have to. He only answered with that he was off work and wanted to help, so you weren't getting away from him.

He never asked about the curse either, which you appreciated greatly. If he ever found out, it wasn't going to be through you...and you planned to keep it that way.

And though his touch made you feel better, you still continued to get worse, getting to the point where he practically lived with you because you could hardly push down liquids without the pain relief. You didn't speak either, your throat hurting too much to even think of doing it, and you were usually lying on your couch, the pain taking you away sometimes before bringing you back after only thirty minutes.

You weren't going to last much longer...especially now that the day was the oh-so-dreadful Fated Day. You were alone in your apartment, Noam going off to work and to hopefully get the Fae that he was pining after. Though you hoped that he'd be happy no matter what, you wished that Fae never existed with how hard you were coughing, more flower buds coming up than petals, stems prodding at you from the inside and blood mixing with the light pink of the flowers.

If you lasted the day, you'd be very lucky.

There was a singular knock on the door, then the sound of the knob turning and the door opening. You slowly glanced back at the door, seeing Noam walk in, one of the bookshop bags in his hand. He shut the door and set the bag down beside the couch before moving beside you and placing his hands on your arm and leg, his brows furrowing when he took you in. He had tears in his eyes, his head falling on your shoulder before he moved his hand to grab yours. "...I'm sorry."

Your own brows furrowed, your foot tapping against the floor to get his attention again before you gave him a look that practically asked him what he meant. "...Amiel told me...about why you have this. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."

If your heart could drop any further, it'd be on the floor, your own tears filling your eyes. "I...I went to the bakery after I tried to...well...be Fated, I guess. The Fae wasn't it...they had a partner...and so when I got there...I was telling Amiel and he mentioned you...and...then it fell into place..."

He was crying, holding your hand with both of his as he got your shirt wet with his tears. You could only silently cry along, the pain only subsiding for a little, but not enough for you to feel any better. Not after learning this. Not after knowing that you're going to die.

Noam let out a sob, his usually beautiful purple monotone, cloudy with tears. He moved to kneel in front of you, pushing the trash can away slightly as he wrapped his arms around you. Despite crying, he still gave you a small smile, though it quickly turned sad when he started talking again, "It was you. It was always you and I-...I was too stubborn to realize it...and now...now I can't even live with my realization because I'm too late...I'm sorry, dove...this is all my fault..."

You wanted to disagree, but you could only cry, shaking your head. "Yes, it is! ...I should've realized! ...I should've known the signs...and instead I'm the reason you're like this! ...I'm the reason you're close to..."

He drifts off, breaking out into another sob as he shoved his head in your waist, grip on you tightening. "I can't even confess normally...I've failed you in every single way...and the worst part is that I can't even say that I love you after today..."

You tensed under his touch, those three words repeating themselves over and over in your mind. He looked up at you, tears streaming down his face, the face you fell hard and fast for. The face that used to flush whenever you used to compliment him or praise him...the face that used to beam at you...that used to huff a laugh out whenever he wanted to hide the fact that he liked the bad jokes you made. That face was full of guilt and regret and sadness. It hurt you more than the flowers did. "...S-So...if I can't say it anymore after today...I'm going to say it so many times today...so much that you're never gonna forget it...ok?"

After a moment, you nodded, watching him as he stayed in front of you, holding you tightly. "...I love you...I love you...I love you."

"...I love you too," you said, watching as his eyes widen before you realized what happened and yours widened as well. Cautiously clearing your throat, you were shocked at the lack of pain.

You moved Noam's hands, pressing against different parts of your body, only to feel nothing but your touch, your skin no longer as sensitive as it was. A cough bubbled in your chest and you quickly moved to the trashcan, but when you coughed, it didn't hurt...and nothing came up.

You took in a deep breath, then another, then another, your chest puffing out each time you breathed more than you could have in the past few days, your eyes snapping back down to Noam. "...I think...I think I'm ok..."

"Really? ...Can you breathe? ...No more pain?"

"...I feel...normal? ...How I felt last week...before everything happened..." Noam's mood switched when you confirmed that you felt 'normal', tears still running down his cheeks, but with the grin on his face, you could assume they were now happy tears.

He lifted himself and grabbed your face with his hands, his lips pressing against your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, the corners of your eyes, over and over in no particular order, a laugh blooming from your chest. His grin only seemed to grow at the sound, his eyes finding yours right before his lips press against yours.

You were sure the metallic taste on your lips wasn't that pleasant, but he didn't seem to care. Then again, neither did you.

Not when you were suddenly back to normal and kissing the Fae that you loved.

You had a lot more credit to give to love now...sometimes it comes right when you need it.

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Part two

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