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Hanahaki Hours 2025

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Welcome to our third year of Hanahaki Hours! Hosted in the month known for its showers bringing flowers; May!

A calendar dedicated to a popular trope, Hanahaki Disease, which came along in 2008, August 9th. It's a fictional disease in which a character coughs up flowers which grow inside them from unrequited love (or other interpretations).

This year will be a bit different from prior as we’ll be using the entire month! There will be one prompt per week in order to grant you sufficient time to plot, write, and post.

How you use the prompts is up to your own creative interpretation! You can use the quotes, flowers, word, or all of them! Have fun with it!

Need inspiration? Don’t feel like researching flowers? Flower symbolism has been premade! Click here for the full list or click here for a master list if you only want one specific flower!(Releasing later)

Open to any fandom, ship, pairing, original work, or otherwise to use!

Tags for Tumblr:

#Hanahaki Hours 2025 #Hanahaki Hours

Tags for Ao3:

Hanahaki Hours 2025 Hanahaki Hours the coffee fandom’s Hanahaki hours

Ao3 Collection:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Flower_Hours

Tag @hanahaki-hours and reblog for others to see too! I will reblog any I’m tagged in!

Please feel free to reach out to @hanahaki-hours and/or @the-coffee-fandom if you have any questions! Especially if you need more information on flowers.

Remember that if the days don't match your schedule, you can do these at any time! Collection stays open and prompts are always available!

Written out prompts below the cut!

Week One:

Quote: “What if we didn’t?”

Flower: Bluebell

Word: Due

Week Two:

Quote: “That was kind of dramatic.”

Flower: Astilbe

Word: Friends

Week Three:

Quote: “Do you remember me?”

Flower: Sunflower

Word: Fatith

Week Four:

Quote: “Are those goldfish?”

Flower: Hollyhock

Word: Tune

Substitutions:

Quote: “That was really hot not gonna lie.”

Quote: “Do it again.”

Flower: Pansy

Flower: Vinca

Word: Sugar

Word: Drive

Previous Calendars:

2023

2024

[the-coffee-fandom]

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Hanahaki Hours

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Calendar by @the-coffee-fandom and inspired and encouraged by @boldlyanxious. Day Eight inspired by and dedicated to @tree-reads.

Welcome back to Hanahaki Hours! Hosted in the month known for its showers bringing flowers: May!

A week dedicated to a popular trope, Hanahaki Disease, which came along August 9th, 2008. It's a fictional disease in which a character coughs up flowers which grow inside them from unrequited love (or other creative interpretation).

How you use the prompts is up to your own creative interpretation! You can use the quotes, flowers, word, or all of them! Do one day, do the entire week, do a poem, a piece of art, drabbles and incorrect quotes, or even just a quick doodle. Have fun with it!

Need inspiration? Don't feel like researching flowers? Flower Symbolism has been premade! Slightly different from last years! Click here for the full list or click here for a master list if you only want one specific flower!

Open to any fandom, ship, pairing, or otherwise to use!

Tags for Tumblr:

#Hanahaki Hours 2024 #Hanahaki Hours

Tags for Ao3:

Hanahaki Hours 2024 Hanahaki Hours

the-coffee-fandom's Hanahaki Hours

Ao3 Collection:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Flower_Hours

Tag @the-coffee-fandom and reblog for others to see too! I will reblog any I'm tagged in!

Please feel free to reach out to @the-coffee-fandom however you'd like if you have any questions! Especially if you need more information on flowers.

Remember that if the days don't match your schedule, you can do these at any time! Collection stays open and prompts are always available!

Written out prompts below the cut!

May 7th:

Quote: "We don't all have happy endings."

Flower: Poppy

Word: Revival

May 8th:

Quote: "I'd like to stay here. With you."

Flower: Daisy

Word: Pastel

May 9th:

Quote: "Don't you think it's time to stop?"

Flower: Forget Me Not

Word: Fade

May 10th:

Quote: "They're my home."

Flower: Sage

Word: Keep

May 11th:

Quote: "If you leave now... that's it, you know."

Flower: Wolf's Bane

Word: Verse

May 12th:

Quote: "It's morning."

Flower: Avens

Word: Ice

May 13th:

Quote: "Cut it."

Flower: Peony

Word: Catch

Substitutes:

Quote 1: "I've never seen anything as beautiful as your eyes."

Quote 2: "I want to hear pretty lies."

Flower 1: Orchid

Flower 2: Narcissus

Word 1: Venom

Word 2: Arrival

Previous Calendars:

2023

[esperinkdraws]

My second and last fic for @the-coffee-fandom’s Hanahaki Hours!

[abyssal-ali]

look at those flowers that look like you

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T

WC: ~2.6k

A/N: Hanahaki AU of my Reputation AU.

Includes prompts for days 8-13 (May 10, 12, and substitute quote 1 are the quotes used, and May 8, 9, 11, & 13 are the flowers used).

Title from snow flower by V of BTS (ft. Peakboy)

I've read a couple hanahaki fics but not many, and this is my first time writing one, so I hope it's okay.

Spoilers for Reputation 'Verse: It's not stated (and I haven't gotten that far in Reputation 'Verse), but Tikki is a Symbiote with Mari, and Plagg is a cat (he's sentient. I'm not saying why bc spoilers, but he can talk and judge Mari's dismal relationship status.)

Todd is Mari's nickname for Jason and he calls her Snow.

Mari is very heavily emotionally repressed from dealing with Hawkmoth (shocker, Jason is the emotionally literate one), so she acts a bit differently here.

They're in Paris, Jason is having a kind of gap year from the Bats and Mari moonlights as Noire Chance (I daren't say more lest I spoil RV.)

If you see plot holes...no you don't♡

Enjoy!

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Noire Chance whipped through the cool air, laughter bursting from her lips as she narrowly evaded her pursuer. By using her smaller size and flexibility to her advantage, she sprung off the wall corner and doubled back, using the precious few seconds she had gained to increase the gap between her and Red Hood.

However, Hood had more mass and force behind him, causing him to catch up to her quickly, snagging a gloved hand around her waist and jerking her back to his chest as he swung them up to a taller rooftop.

“Got you, Snow.”

She pouted but didn’t pass up the chance to be trapped by his sturdy body, keeping the resistance to a minimum.

“And I believe that makes it 4:3 escapes this week, in my favour. I would like to collect my winnings in the form of a homemade meal and baking,” said Hood proudly.

She rolled her eyes but acquiesced with minimal grumbling.

They headed off in separate directions for their respective residences, patrolling over for the night.

~~~~~

Marinette had a long hot shower to unwind and relax, planning on taking the weekend off for once. The heat and steam eventually made breathing difficult, so she got out and dried off. Hopefully, she wasn’t coming down with something.

She dressed in her favourite fuzzy onesie and curled into bed with the novel Hood had recommended to her. She was halfway through and it was starting to get good.

The band around her chest eased a little bit as she relaxed and was still. She should probably get checked for asthma or sickness, but she was usually fine. It was probably just another side effect of the trauma that she preferred to ignore.

Dismissing the thought from her mind, Marinette snuggled deeper into the pillows and focused on the book.

~~~~~

“Smells good.”

Marinette whipped around, brandishing a knife threateningly at the intruder. “When will you learn to knock?!”

“When you get a better security system,” shrugged Jason. “This one is so easy to get by, I could do it in my sleep. When it actually requires effort, then I’ll consider it. I gotta keep you on your toes, though.”

“You really don’t.” Marinette gave him the cold shoulder, turning back to stirring the sauce on the stove. “I have a perfectly fine system for enemies, and I can take care of myself just fine.”

“I know you can.” There was a tell-tale crunch as Jason pilfered a handful of grapes from the rack where she was draining them and ate one. “Doesn’t hurt to be extra cautious.”

He had a point, but she wasn’t going to give in yet. They had a variation of this conversation every time he broke in came over.

Plagg wound around Jason’s feet, begging for pets, or more likely, cheese. Jason scooped the cat up and ran his fingers through Plagg’s silky fur.

“Hey, Plagg, Snow thinks you’re a good defence system. But you’re not, are you? Look at you, purring in my arms.”

“That’s because he’s smart enough to know who’s a friend and who’s foe,” Mari defended Plagg.

As they ate, Marinette noticed the familiar tightening around her chest. It felt like she swallowed too large a bite at once and got stuck in her esophagus.

Sipping her wine didn’t help dislodge the lump, and Mari realized that the lump wasn’t physically blocking her airway, though it felt like it.

She continued eating, taking smaller bites than normal just in case.

Jason stared at her. “Why are you eating so slowly? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She glared back at him. “Maybe it just seems slow because you inhaled your portion in five minutes.”

“I did not inhale it! I appreciated the effort that went into making such a delicious meal and savoured it appropriately–by eating it while it was still fresh and hot.”

The band tightened, and Mari was unable to hide the grimace she made that time.

“Okay, something is wrong. What’s up, Marinette.” All teasing had left Jason’s voice and he stared at her, trying to pick out why she was acting so oddly.

“I just feel a bit short of breath. It happens sometimes. I’m fine,” she hiccupped.

“Snow, being short of breath is not a good thing.”

“Could you stop being so overbearing?!” Marinette snapped. Surprise covered Jason’s face. She’d never yelled at him seriously before, but it didn’t sound like their joking debates now.

“Sorry.”

She looked almost as surprised as him that she’d yelled at him. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m just not feeling great, okay? Do you mind cutting tonight short?”

“Yeah, of course. Do you want to go to bed?”

“I’ll just go lie down. Good night, Todd.”

“I hope you feel better soon, Mari. Have a good sleep.”

She nodded and headed to her room.Jason puttered about for a few minutes, clearing the table and washing the remaining dishes, hoping Mari would emerge and tell him what was up. She never got sick, thanks to Tikki. Something was definitely off.

He knocked lightly on her door. The lights were off and he hoped she was asleep, but he didn’t want to leave without one last check.

If he didn’t, who would?

The door swung open and he saw Mari bundled in her blankets. The grey light from the rainy evening provided just enough light for him to see her shaking as if she was cold, or maybe having a nightmare.

He stepped in quietly and promptly stopped when he heard Mari whispering fiercely to herself.

“I am not going to cry. This is not worth crying about. I am not going to cry. I will not cry– dang it!”

Her hand moved, he assumed to wipe the tears away, and he approached her bed slowly.

“Snow, you know I’m always here for you, right?”

She rolled over as quickly as she could, being bundled up so much. “Jason! Why are you still here?!”

“I wanted to be sure you were actually okay before I left.”

She lifted her chin defiantly, the moonlight highlighting a tear trail silver on her cheek.

“Peachy. Thanks for your care, but I’m fine by myself. Don’t you have patrol, anyways?”

“You’re more important, Snow. Do you want to tell me why you’re crying?”

Another tear spilled over.

“No.”

Jason sat on the edge of her bed, pulling her into his arms. “I don’t care if you don’t want my help; I’m giving it to you anyways. I know how lonely it feels to cry alone.”

He held her all night as tears continually rolled down her face silently, dampening her blanket and his shirt, but he didn’t care.

Finally, she fell asleep and he tucked her into the dry half of her bed. His lips brushed her hair before he straightened and left the room.

~~~~~

Marinette stretched and slowly opened her eyes to a sunshiny room. It was nice to wake up peacefully, not from a nightmare. Little specks of dust danced in the warm beams, Plagg was purring on her feet, and–

She bounced a little in shock. Jason was facing her, soundly asleep, his arm slung over her waist, though he was on top of the duvet and she was under it.

Why was Jason sleeping on her bed? He’d never done that before.

How mortifying. Why had she cried on him all night? How uncharacteristic of her.

She should’ve just yelled at him and kicked him out, though both were even more uncharacteristic.

She didn’t even know why she was crying, which was the most frustrating. It’s easy enough to cry and excuse it when you have a reason, but crying for no reason is stupid, she told herself.

At least Jason didn’t say anything about it? If he treated her like she was irrational or weak after this, she was going to send him to the moon without a suit.

She rolled her eyes and reached down to pet Plagg.

Jason opened his eyes and smiled at her.

“Hey, Mari. Sleep well?”

His voice was deeper than usual and a bit rough, sending shivers down her spine.

Mentally slapping herself, she forced a smile and her everyday everything-is-fine voice. “Just fine. How about you? Thanks for staying, by the way.”

“I got a good sleep. Sure wasn’t from knowing this place was secure, so I wonder how that happened,” he teased.

Marinette pushed him off the bed.

“Ouch! Snow! Just for that, I’m not going to make you breakfast like I was planning.”

“Wait, no, I’m sorry!”

~~~~~

Once Jason left after breakfast Marinette headed off to shower and contemplate the meaning of life.

“Tikki, do you have any idea why this is happening?”

“I’m sorry, Marinette, but I do not at the moment.”

Partway through washing her hair, the steam got to her and she started coughing. She stumbled out of the tub to lean over the toilet, feeling something moving the wrong way up her esophagus.

She spat a small orange bud out and stared at it in confusion. A couple coughs later, four more orange-yellow blossoms joined the first.

“Tikki,” she whispered in dawning horror. “I’m coughing up flowers.”

~~~~~

Googling her symptoms was a brilliant idea, and she discovered that she had anywhere from two hours to five years left and she was likely suffering from hanahaki disease, which wasn’t well-recorded and had limited information on, both for causes and treatments/cures.*

The flowers she was coughing up were apparently butterfly weed, a cousin to milkweed, which was toxic to almost all animals except monarch butterflies. Butterfly weed, shockingly enough, attracted butterflies.

She shivered. Butterflies.

That made sense, she’d always made sure butterflies avoided her. Of course she was suffering from a disease for unknown reasons and said disease made her attract one of the things she hated the most in the world.

Possible reasons for contracting hanahaki disease included unrequited romantic feelings, unconfessed romantic feelings, or unknown romantic feelings.

Ugh, why was it always romantic feelings? One of the most conflicting emotions she never wanted to experience and wanted desperately at the same time.

She wanted to be loved completely and all-consumingly by someone who would burn the world for her, who would make her their number one priority.

She had seen the consequences of obsessive love in Hawkmoth. Look what he had done to her in the name of love. Love was dangerous. It hurt the innocent.

It was heart-wrenchingly beautiful.

~~~~~

Marinette sat down straight on her couch, journal cracked open to a fresh page and pen in hand. What I could have hanahaki about: was scrawled across the top line.

Ten minutes later she tossed them onto the floor in frustration.

“How am I supposed to know what I’m feeling?! They’re all jumbled together and I don’t particularly feel inclined to untangle them!”

Another hacking cough started and a small cluster of butterfly weed stained red came up. With a tired sigh, she wiped her mouth and picked up the journal and pen.

~~~~~

“‘Feeling better?’ No, I’m coughing up literal bloody flowers because I’m too emotionally repressed to know why!” she hissed at her phone in response to Jason’s text.

“Have a diagnosis. I’ll be fine in a couple days,” she replied.

Jason showed up at her door the next night.

She opened it and was promptly greeted with a bouquet of flowers. “You knocked,” she said, stunned by the bouquet.

Jason shrugged. “Didn’t want to drop the vase.”

“Thank you…but what is this for?”

He shrugged again. “Just because. You know that book I was reading about flowers? It just made me think of you and so I got them. I bet Tikki will love them.”

“Probably. Thanks, Todd.” She placed the vase on the coffee table, identifying the blossoms as yellow and white lilies, pink and red roses, and smaller filler buds with pink lilies-of-the-valley and baby’s breath. She remembered what most of them meant from one of Jason’s rants–

The now-familiar urge to cough up a branch of flowers overtook her and she headed swiftly to the bathroom to do so in peace.

“You okay, Mari? Seriously? ‘Cause that sounds…bad,” called Jason.

“Yep, just some stuff. It sounds worse than it is,” she called back.

She swung the door open and raised a brow at him standing right outside.

“I’m fine; drop it.”

He eyed her but gave in and bowed after her, following her to the couch, where she’d been watching a Chinese drama.

Halfway through an episode, he shifted to see her better. “Do you have hanahaki?”

Her head whipped around to look at him. “What?”

“Do you have hanahaki?” he repeated. “You’re coughing up bloody something, which looks like flowers, you’re being more standoffish than usual, and you’re emotionally traumatized, which would make sense why you caught it.”

“Ugh, can I have no secrets from you?!” she threw her hands up in exasperation. “Fine, I have hanahaki! I’m working on processing my emotions or whatever so I can know why I have it, okay? I’m taking care of it.”

“You know a faster way to resolve it?”

“What?”

With that tone of voice, he was either teasing or going to say something she wasn’t going to like.

“Acknowledging your feelings and confessing them.”

Oh, it was both. Yay.

“Right, well, I don’t know what I’m feeling, never mind for who.” She leaned menacingly into his personal space.

He kissed the tip of her nose. She sat back an inch and blinked.

“What was that for?”

He sometimes did it when they hadn’t seen each other in a while, one of their old traditions that he still kept. She returned it only when he was sick, injured, or feeling sad.

“Just because. And now you’re not in my face and I won’t go cross-eyed anymore,” he grinned. “Look, you hang out with how many people you could have feelings for?”

“...”

“I’m your only friend that you regularly hang out with, Snow.”

“So…I have feelings for you?”

“Do you?” he asked softly. “What comes to mind when you think about me?”

“Safe, fun, affection…”

She paused, then vaulted over the back of the sofa and ran to her room. “Tikki, do I like Jason?!”

“I think you view him as more than a friend.”

“I like Jason?

“I like Jason.

“I love Jason?

“I love Jason. How- That is literally so obvious…I love Jason.”

Marinette shuffled out of her room a few minutes later, facing him sheepishly. “It has come to my attention that I have romantic feelings for you.”

He smiled, the happiest one she’d seen on him in ages. “I have romantic feelings for you, too.”

“I was starting to get the idea,” she laughed, nodding at the vase a couple feet away.

"Finally."

Jason’s hands cupped her face. “Is your nose glowing a side effect of hanahaki or something?”

“Not as far as I know…” She pulled her phone out and stared at the screen. Her nose was faintly glowing.

“It’s not just the sunlight, right?”

Jason shook his head. “Is–I think it’s a soulmate mark.”**

“What?”

Tiny gold freckles dotted her nose and forehead, the largest one being on the tip of her nose, where he usually kissed her.

“We’re soulmates?”

Marinette looked at Jason in shock.

“I have a soulmate?” he muttered.

“I’m so glad it’s you!” Mari launched herself into his arms, squeezing as tightly as she could. “I secretly imagined you as my soulmate when we were younger, you know.”

“I did too!”

They laughed together, overflowing with joy at the revelations of the afternoon.

Link to inspo pic of bouquet Jason gifts Mari:

https://i1.wp.com/the-little-flowershop.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/RED-ROSE-PINK-LILY-FLOWER-BOUQUET-THE-LITTLE-FLOWER-SHOP-FLORIST-LONDON-UK-DELIVERY-e1554746538624.jpg?fit=822%2C1056&ssl=1

*Hanahaki Disease isn't very common in this world because it's caused by unacknowledged romantic feelings (unacknowledged by the owner of said feelings). It doesn't show up very often, as most people come to realize they have feelings for another person before the hanahaki sets in (too badly). However, as Marinette is very much in *suppress* and *act fine* mode, she has no idea what she feels about Jason, etc.

Jason, my poor boy, has been trying to drop hints to Marinette that he sees her as more than a friend/vigilante partner for a while now, but Mari is heavily in *denial* and *don't get your hopes up about someone liking you*. The book about flowers Jason was reading was about the symbolism/flower language. Yes, he told Mari all about it and she ignored all the random flowers he'd previously given her.

**Soulmate bonds are rare (1.5% population), and show up as gold marks where the soulmates touch skin-to-skin the most. Mari and Jason aren't super touchy, and are usually mostly covered up, so it's taken a while for their bond to show up.

Maribat Taglist (open): @the-coffee-fandom, @questioning-blob-of-fog, @jennifer-rose123

[the-coffee-fandom]

Imagine if I wrote this

Prompt #6 - HANAHAKI DISEASE

Imagine having Hanahaki disease with your dead lover- WHY HAVE I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS.

Imagine the flowers that dig their roots deep intro your lungs are your lovers favourite — the ones you placed on their grave not even a week prior

Imagine knowing you need to put grief aside and ‘get over it’ before you join them and slowly suffocate to death

Imagine crying every time you cough up flower, not because it hurts, but because it reminds you so much of them

Imagine knowing that they can never free you by loving you back because their never coming back

Imagine the guilt as you try to force yourself to forget someone whose last wish was to make sure that they were never forgotten

Imagine realising that the flowers you used to buy them that would bring them such joy are the ones causing you such great pain

Imagine friends and family of the lover who you loved dearly’s hearts breaking when they can’t figure out why you suddenly want nothing to do with them

This idea has so much potential!

[dizzybevvie]

You're the sunflower/I think your love would be too much

[dseval]

The warm up that feels like it took too long to be a warm up... So, I decided to rush through the limbs. Which is why it looks ass.

Anyway. It's... Hanahaki, like, flowers in the ribcage if you can't tell (It looks like organs instead ahaha...) I am firm believer of any ship Murder is in, it should be unrequited on Murder's side. Like, it just tickles my brain in a certain way...

Murder/Dust Sans by Ask-Dusttale

[myriadparacosm]

Feel like I'm writing the most shameful porn when it's just James F. Potter kissing Regulus' wrist like a starved believer.

[tennessoui]

emerging from a fugue state just in time for wip wednesday

Vokara Che sits down across the desk from him with a pinched expression on her face. “I was under the impression that Master Kenobi called for this appointment, Master Skywalker.”

He did. Or, more precisely, his healing portal account did. Which Anakin accessed and then used to type out a missive in his master’s voice requesting to meet as soon as possible.

“Right, well,” Anakin says, shifting in his seat. “Something came up.”

Che does not look impressed. “Be that as it may,” she says delicately, “I am unable to discuss a patient’s medical history with a third party if the third party is neither present at the time nor has given me direct permission to do so.”

Anakin stares, feeling the first flickerings of real, dangerous fury well up in his gut. “But,” he says carefully. “He’s still sick. He, uh. Told me about it. And then we found a solution. To the problem.”

“The problem,” Che repeats, tilting her head and looking at Anakin as if she’s intent on studying him. 

“The hanahaki,” he spits. It’s a disgusting word. It’s one of the worst words he’s ever learned, and he can’t believe she’s making him say it. He can’t believe she’s being so—so cold when he’s telling her that Obi-Wan is still ill, that Obi-Wan is still dying, that Obi-Wan needs to be here to see her and he’s not. “Look,” he adds, leaning forward in his chair, “a few months ago a series of files were uploaded accidentally to my healing portal, but they were notes from one of Obi-Wan’s appointments. They were your notes from Obi-Wan’s visit. I know you know I know.”

Vokara Che looks at him and then looks down at the datapaad in front of her, lips thinned and lekku twitching. “I must apologize then,” she says, swiping through the files in front of her until she finds something that she lingers on. Her fingers dance across the screen of the datapaad, then it goes dark. “For the breach in ethicacy that you and Master Kenobi both experienced because of the Halls of Healing. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Master Skywalker. All files that were incorrectly uploaded have been deleted from your healing portal.”

Anakin looks at her and bites his cheek hard enough to bleed so that he doesn’t start screaming instead.

[ohowboring]

hanahaki

Red. A bleeding, bold red.

A striking wreckage of petals and thorns fill the bathroom sink as I retch the words I left unsaid.

It’s worse than I thought. It’s progressing too fast, this disease that has planted its seed in my lungs. For far too long, I pushed away my suspicions, the anxiety that I may have contracted this deadly malady and that it has taken me as its next victim. I ignored the signs, I hid the symptoms, I rejected the idea that I could ever be afflicted with an ailment such as this.

But denial isn’t enough to make me immune. 

The moment I met you, the seed found its home in the lobes of my lungs, a pathogen laying dormant and waiting for its trigger. At the sound of your laughter, it germinated, spreading its roots into my bronchi. In every detail that I unearthed about you, it followed the lines of my capillaries. With every sweet word, my immune system weakened. I stood no chance.

It crept through my veins and infected the vessels of my heart, with its stem wrapping around the pumping muscles like a snake around its prey. 

And even when you began to pull away, this affliction only built up to take more space in my throat. Every empty promise filled my airways with only the scent of roses. With every display of proof that you and I will never be anything more, breathing became difficult as petals choked me from the inside. The look in your eye as you said goodbye led to shards of pain from thorns tearing through tissue.

As you left, I felt a shredding scratch as the vines crept up my trachea. The aroma of what was meant to be beautiful overwhelmed my senses and I finally realized that I reached the final stage of my illness’ progression. There is no convalescence for me. No medicine nor surgery can save me from a disease this far gone. There is no cure for falling in love with you.

Red. A bleeding, bold red.

A striking wreckage of what has been and what could have been filled the bathroom sink one last time.

-kj (@ohowboring)

[hanahaki-hours]

❁ Hanahaki Hours ❁

Welcome to a hanahaki multifandom event! Here's a rundown of the event:

What is hanahaki?

Hanahaki is a fictional disease in which a character coughs up flowers which grow inside them, usually the lungs, due to unrequited love but other interpretations have been explored.

When is this?

Hanahaki Hours takes place every year during May.

What is it?

What used to be a prompt every day for a week is now one prompt every week in order to allow sufficient time for people to write! There are 3 prompts every day: a quote, a flower, and a word. You can use as many or as little of those as you please. There are also substitutions provided for your convenience if none of the days prompts fulfill your desires. You can submit fanart, fanfics, blurbs, incorrect quotes, ideas, original works, and whatever else to fulfill prompts.

Who can participate?

Anyone! This event isn't tied to any certain fandom, ship, or place. Feel free to make any content whether original work or other fandoms. The only prohibitions are use of AI.

What platforms am I available on?

Ao3

What tags should we use? Previous years we've used: #hanahaki hours #hanahaki hours 2025 #hh2025 Ao3 uses the hanahaki hours tag but you'll also find the-coffee-fandom's Hanahaki Hours tag

Ao3 Collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Flower_Hours

Current Calendar:

2025

Previous Calendars:

2023

2024

[the-coffee-fandom]

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Hanahaki Hours 2024 Calendar

Day 1: Poppy

Day 2: Daisy

Day 3: Forget Me Not

Day 4: Sage

Day 5: Wolf's Bane

Day 6: Avens

Day 7: Peony

Substitute 1: Orchid

Substitute 2: Narcissus

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Wrote something for @the-coffee-fandom's Hanahaki Hours!

Prompt: "We don't all have happy endings."

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Love is Blind (I'm sorry I took you for granted)

... guess you got to finishing the other prompt @the-coffee-fandom from last year's hanahaki week? This girl :D

Prompt - May 9th: "Don't you think it's time to stop?"

Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha

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AO3

Tim glanced at his watch once again, fighting a huff as he finally decided to look at it for the thirtieth time in that hour. 

14:00.

“She’s late.” Tim mumbled, feeling like a complete idiot as he could feel various eyes watching him, eyeing him as he sat by himself at the waiting area right outside the cinema they had agreed to meet at. 

It wouldn't have bothered him, but considering that he had been sitting there for the past four hours��it was starting to get to him. He fumbled with the handles of the gift bag that rested between his fingers.

He decided to take out his phone, the phone buzzing as he did so, his frustration growing when he saw it was just a text from Steph who had asked how the date was going so far. 

He switched back to his previous chat, noticing that Marinette hadn’t texted him back anything in the past two hours. No update, no reply…no apology…nothing.

And yes, it would’ve been one thing if she had been caught in an akuma attack…but she wasn’t and he knew she wasn’t.

After all, the akuma app he had created to notify him of any akuma appearance in Paris hadn’t gone off in two days.

And if it was just her being late due to traffic…well, she usually would tell him when she was five minutes away…

But he knew where she was. She had mentioned it several times before when they had called each other throughout the month and he had hoped she wouldn’t go to it. Or if she did, to at least let him know even though he would be bothered by her decision. 

But it’s been hours and nothing. Not a single thing from-

“Tim!” A voice called out to him, Tim having to mentally calm himself down before he dared to look up, not even bothering to fix the disappointment on his face. “There you are!” She managed to say in one breath, plopping herself right next to him. 

Tim watched as she took a while to semi-catch her breath. Beads of sweat dripped down her face, only then Tim realizing the sloppy outfit she had put on for today. Sure, it wasn’t her usual white top and pink pants but he knew Mari. 

And Mari would’ve never let herself walk out the way she did for a date. 

She would’ve never let herself walk out her house with a messy low bun, an unironed and untucked collared shirt and wrinkled skirt. She wouldn’t have allowed herself to wear mismatching earrings nor take a clutch purse with her. 

A clutch purse was her worst nightmare as she always forgot where she would place it down, even when it came to her own room. 

And to top everything off, Marinette knew better than to let herself walk around with smudged lip gloss.“I’m so sorry! I didn’t think Adrien’s competition would take so long! Nor did I think I would have to remake his banner for the competition this morning! 

I should’ve let you know I was going to be late this morning or during half-time.

But oh how I wished you were there! You should’ve seen the way Adrien-”

“Do you hear yourself?” Tim cut her off, prompting Marinette to shut up. 

She never heard him speak to her that way. He never spoke to her so coldly before. So…annoyed…

She turned to look at Tim, wondering why he was looking at her so angrily.  

She fought herself from frowning.

“I- what did you say?”

“Just, stop.” Tim got up, hating the churning of his stomach, hating the scream that lodged his throat. A scream he wanted to let out so badly at that very moment. “You really aren’t hearing yourself, are you?”

“I-I don’t understand what you-”

“Marinette. You’re late.”

“And I’m trying to explain why-”

“By three whole hours Marinette. Three. And you didn’t at least try to let me know-”

“Tim, I didn’t expect for it to last two whole extra hours. And like I said, I even had to help them make a new banner for the competition this morning. And it’s not like this is the first time I mentioned this.” Marinette defended herself. “I talked to you about this before, remember? I mentioned I was going to support Adrien with the rest of the class at his-”

“We agreed to see each other today Marinette!” Tim finally screamed out, not noticing that this caused heads to turn towards the two. “We had a date that we agreed on a month prior because you badly wanted us to come here together.” Tim reminded her. “You told me you’ve always wanted to go to Claude Monet’s garden and I thought that was a wonderful idea since I’ve never been there either.

We agreed to clear our schedules- hell, you even promised me you weren’t going to make any other plans for today to make sure-”

“But I had to go and support him! The rest of the class-”

“Who cares about the class? Who cares if you didn’t go? 

You could’ve gone to see him once you got home. You could’ve seen him when you got back to school on Monday after break.” Tim took a breath to calm himself down. He was sounding like a broken record and he hated it. “You could’ve called him…explain that you already had plans with someone…

With me.” Tim continued when Mari didn’t speak. “I cleared up my entire week to come and see you and spend time with you. I flew here to see you Mari. Just you.” He looked at the gift in his hand, the handle unraveling with the amount of twisting he had done to it while he waited. “I thought you would be just as excited as I was since we haven’t seen each other in some time…

But…

Was I expecting too much of you?” Tim tried his best to stop his voice from cracking, but decided to just let it go. 

He was tired of all of this. ”Maybe I am, I don’t know.” He stopped himself from draggin a hand down his face or running it through his hair. “Am I asking for too mu-”

“Tim, are you okay?” Marinette dared to ask, causing something in Tim to boil.

“I-” Tim sighed, “I know I live far- I mean.” He let out another long sigh. “I live across an entire ocean and I get it, okay?

Long distance relationships are hard and it’s my first serious relationship in years. Like, literal years…

I’m trying my best to be a good boyfriend to you.” Tim admitted, finally giving in to running his hand through his hair, attempting to calm himself down before he did anything he would later regret.

“And you are! You-” Marinette tried to calm him down but found herself at a loss of thoughts. 

She couldn’t think of a single thing, memories and daydreams of Adrien flooding her head as she tried to think of any memory of Tim by her side. 

“I text you everyday-” Tim cut her off.  “I do video calls, set up future dates whenever you want to do something together, send you things I bought while I thought of you and yet- am I doing something wrong? If I am, just tell-”

“Tim, you’re not doing anything wrong!” Marinette shouted. “You’ve been- it’s just- I need to be there for my friends too.” She ended up saying, biting her tongue when she realized what she had just finished saying. “They need my help and I just can’t say no. I have to-” She stopped when she saw Tim stand up and stand in front of her.

“Marinette, just…just stop.”

“What?”

“Stop making excuses Marinette and just tell it to me straight. Because I’m done hearing all of this.” Tim sternly said, hating the twisting in his chest, hating that he was doing this to her. He hated that he was going to be the reason behind Mari’s soon-to-be heartbreak. “Don’t you think it’s time to stop? To stop all these excuses?”

“You think I’m doing this because I want to?” Marinette couldn’t believe this. 

Did he really think she’s doing this on purpose? Did he really think she wasn’t being serious when it came to keeping a promise to her friends? In being there for them whenever they needed her?

Did he want her to look like a bad friend? “They needed my help, they needed my support and I gave it to them. More so, I had promised Adrien I would-”

“Marinette. We can’t keep doing this.” Tim pointed out, hoping he was doing the right thing. “We can’t keep going if all you’re thinking is about pleasing your friends and wooing Adrien-”

“I’m not wooing him!” Marinette screeched, getting up. “I’m with you, Tim! You’re the one I li-”

“Do you?” Tim questioned her. “Do you actually like me? Or were you just lying to yourself until it became true? Because let me tell you one thing Marinette, I like you. And I always have since the day I first met you at the gala your parents catered for.” He could feel his heart shatter when he saw her surprised at his words.

Was I nothing to you? 

“Tim, I-”

““I like you.” Tim said again, hearing the doubt this time. “Even when you had told me of all your plans you had to try and get Adrien’s attention. 

Even when you started to doubt your feelings towards him.

Even when you kept going to his competitions like today’s. 

When you decided to move on from him. 

When you developed a crush on Luka.

When you dated Luka.” Tim could feel his chest ache with each sentence he finished. “You were in love with someone else and I still loved you and now that I have the chance to be with you…I wonder if waiting all this time was worth it.”

“Tim.” Marinette softly said, feeling tears prick the corners of her eyes.

No. I didn’t mean for things to go this way. I didn’t mean to hurt him! 

Marinette pushed down the lump growing in her throat. “Don’t say things you don’t-” 

“Our schedules barely line up and then when it does, there’s always something else preventing us from getting together.” He cut her off. “An akuma, a family matter, a friend matter…something always comes up and usually…it’s you apologizing to me for not making it or being late…

And that… that makes me feel that loving you was a waste of my time.” Tim confessed, watching Marinette grow silent, tears sliding down her face.

Tim hated that she wasn’t saying anything. He hated that she just stood there. 

Why was she crying when he was the one who was hurting? “Or was I wrong? 

If I was wrong, then tell me.” He begged her. “Tell me I was wrong Mari.”

“I’m sorry.” Was all Marinette mustered to say, wiping away her tears. “I didn’t know you felt-“

“That’s not answering my question, Marinette.” Tim quietly said, looking down at the bag in his hand. “But I’ll take that as an answer to my question.” He placed it next to her. “I guess this will be my final gift to you.” Tim softly spoke, feeling an old pain grow in his lungs. 

Of course it had to come back like this. “I’ll be heading back to Gotham tonight.”

“Tim. Tim, wait!” Marinette called out, getting up and grabbing hold of his wrist only to be flung back, Marinette finding herself sitting back down. “Tim, I-“

“Don’t.” Tim told her, feeling pressure starting to form in his chest. “Don’t say anything…because we both know they’ll just be empty statements…

And I suggest you drop it here.” Tim glanced at the circle that had formed around them, noticing a few having their phones out and recording them. 

How did he not notice them earlier?

Then again, they had raised their voices at each other at some point. “We’ve already made a scene, let’s not continue to make it any bigger than what it should be, okay?” 

Marinette watched as he walked away, the crowd parting for him, his back disappearing from her line of sight. 

When the crowd realized that this was the end of the feud, they started to disperse, a few lingering to see what Marinette would do next. 

Hating the staring and gazes directed her way, she picked up the gift bag he left behind and ran. 

She held in her second round of tears as she ran all the way back home, ready to burst when her father asked her how her date went the moment she stepped into the bakery. 

She somehow managed to avoid the conversation when a customer asked her father a question, using the distraction to get away. 

She scurried to her room, shutting and locking her bedroom hatch. She slumped on top of it, taking in the silence of the room as she sat there. 

Taking in the silence and the stillness around her, feeling the tears run down her face.

Why didn’t she stop him from leaving?

Why did she hesitate?

What was wrong with her?

Why couldn’t she say that she liked him? 

Because you don’t…you never did…

After what seemed like an hour of questioning herself and getting no answers, Marinette finally acknowledged the crinkled pink bag beside her. 

What did he bring her for today’s date? 

A new sketchbook? Some rare fabric? A new hair accessory? Jewelry?

She opened the gift up, tearing up at the sight of the small bouquet in the dome glass. A small bouquet of forget-me-nots stood in the middle, the tiny flowers starting to wither as she stared at them. 

She had only told him once that they were her favorite flowers and that was when they had first met. 

He still remembered…he remembered everything about her…

And yet I casted him aside…like the idiot I am…

She had to apologize. She had to tell him!

She reached for her phone and tried to call, but was sent quickly to voicemail. 

She tried again but kept getting sent to voicemail.

She tried once again when she noticed that the flowers had gotten worse, the tips of the petals slowly rotting away, one of them having already fallen to the base. 

Suddenly, the petals started to fall one by one until one last one remained. A sole white petal stayed on the lone wilted stem of the bouquet. 

The rest were now at the base of the dome, curled up into themselves and dried up. 

She tried calling him again for the entire week, only to be told the number was no longer in service. She tried emailing him but never got a response back. 

She kept trying, even if she knew he was never going to answer.

It wasn’t until a month later that Marinette found out why he wasn’t answering her back. 

“Marinette. Isn’t that…isn’t that Tim?” Sabine asked her one morning as they ate breakfast, Marinette tuning around to look at the television. The spoon in her hand dropped onto the counter. 

“-announced his ward, Timothy Drake, making a full recovery from his unexpected emergency surgery he had just a week and a half ago.”

A short video of Tim waving to the press while sitting on a wheel was shown on the screen. He waved to the press as he was taken from the hospital entrance to his car.

His skin was as pale as a sheet and his eyes were deathly sunken in.

What happened to him?

“The young CEO was rumored to have been on the brink of death after he collapsed in the middle of his speech during last month’s charity gala.” 

A video of Tim suddenly collapsing to the floor and coughing something up was displayed followed by other Wayne members rushing to his side and taking him away. 

Why? How? Why didn’t he tell her that he was sick? Yes, he didn’t always tell her everything about his life, but this! How did he hide something serious like this from her?

“Mr.Wayne announced that while the teen hadn’t always been in the best of health, his health did turn for the worst a month ago, stating the symptoms came out of nowhere. 

According to Mr.Wayne, not much was known about the illness, Mr.Drake’s case was the second case to ever be recorded and hence the long recovery period of the young CEO. 

The very first case was recorded a few years back, where a man by the name of Artym Sidorkin was the very first person to be affected by said illness.

Due to new surfacing of the illness, there was a lot of testing and clinical trials involved -the surgery the young teen underwent- being one of them. Luckily, the surgery saved the teen’s life, letting-”

Marinette drowned out the rest of the news anchor’s story, quickly getting up to retrieve her phone from her room to see if she could reach Tim when a knock was heard at the door.

“Now I wonder who that might be.” Sabine asked, going to open only to be met with Bruce himself standing at the door. “Oh my! You must be-”

“Hello, Mlle Cheng.” Bruce greeted, Marinette noticing him putting on a strained smile. 

She couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under his eyes and the poorly applied makeup attempting to hide his eye bags. “My name is Bruce Wayne, and I apologize for taking so long to meet you and for meeting this way. I wish we had met early when our children were still dating.” Bruce missed the way Marinette flinched at those last words.

“When they were still dating? Are you- Marinette…why didn’t you tell me you weren’t with-”

“M.Wayne!” She diverted. “How is Tim? I haven’t been-”

“About Tim.” Bruce started, closing the door behind him. He looked at Sabine and then at Marinette. “How should I say this?” He sighed. “It would be best if you stopped trying to contact him.”

“M.Wayne.” Sabine spoke up. “While I understand that the kids might not be together anymore, that does not you should stop my daughter from-”

“A side effect from the surgery he went under caused him to have amnesia.” Bruce interjected, not failing to notice Sabine’s gasp and marinette’s pale face. “At the moment, he does not recall what happened these past three years, maybe five.”

“Are you sure?” Marinette asked, flinching when Bruce frowned. “I-I’m- I didn’t mean- how do you know he does not recall the past two years? What-”

“After waking up from his surgery, he asked for his girlfriend.”

“He asked for Mari-”

“He asked for Steph.” Marinette froze.

Steph? As in, Stephanie? “That’s correct.” Oh, she said that out loud. “He dated Steph on and off roughly three years ago and if that’s the last person he remembers dating, then-”

“He doesn’t remember me whatsoever.” Marinette concluded, feeling herself go numb. 

I didn’t get to apologize…I didn’t get to say thank-

“But that’s not the reason why I don’t want you to contact him, Marinette.” Bruce placed a hand over her shoulder. “Marinette, I have no doubt in my mind that Tim enjoyed the time he spent with you while the two of you dated.” Bruce started, but Marinette knew that look in his eyes. 

A look filled with wistfulness, of nostalgia…tinted with apologies…

An apology for what he was about to say that may hurt her… 

So, Marinette braced herself. But she knew better than to think she would be able to handle it. “But seeing him ask for Steph, seeing him talk to her like that on the phone for hours…

I haven’t seen him smile like that in years.

Laughter that felt like it came from the bottom of his stomach…

Marinette…” Bruce felt the girl shake under his hand. “He looked happier than he ever did compared to the past year he spent his time with you.”

Marinette let out a sob when she finally understood what Bruce wanted from her. Was this really how it was going to end?

Was this her fate for trampling over Tim’s feelings?

But I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean to!

But she knew what was done was done and there was no turning back.

She let out another sob followed by a wail and then tears. 

She didn’t know when Bruce left, nor when her mother held her tightly in her arms but she did know one thing.

She was never going to find a love like that again…ever…

And it was her own fault for not cherishing it in the first place…

[axii-xix]

Flowering Heart

When the feelings become a part of you, and then all of you. Petals unfurling, exposing everything within for the world to see.

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i finally finished this im so tired

idk how to write those short poetic summaries that people write for their art but i did my best

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i'm pretty sure giving hanahaki to someone with flower allergies has been discussed before.

but have we considered; someone with flower allergies being the first to realize that someone else has hanahaki because they keep getting set off while around them????