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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)

[mxrtified777]

HANAHAKI DISEASE/ASPHYXIATION

[the-coffee-fandom]

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𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜

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Calendar drawn and made by @the-coffee-fandom inspired and encouraged by the wonderful @boldlyanxious

Welcome to the first Hanahaki calendar event! Hosted in the month known for its showers bringing flowers; May!

A week dedicated to a popular troupe, Hanahaki Disease, which came along in 2008, August 9th. It is a fictional disease in which a character coughs flowers which grow inside them from unrequited love.

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, the entire week, do a poem, a masterful 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! Just click here to view!

While created with the Maribat fandom in mind, any fandom may use it. But I do hope to see some of my Maribat fans!

Tags for Tumblr:

#Hanahaki Hours 2023 #Hanahaki Hours

Tags for Ao3:

Hanahaki Hours 2023 Hanahaki Hours

Ao3 Collection:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HH2023

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

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.

Written out prompts below the cut!

May 7:

Quote: “Everything is temporary, this was merely one of those things.”

Flower: Hyacinth

Word: Wither

May 8:

Quote: “I never thought I’d be the one to hurt you.”

Flower: Butterfly Weed

Word: Acceptance

May 9:

Quote: “Why do you hate me?”

Flower: Lily

Word: Dose

May 10:

Quote: “You know I’m always right here for you, right?”

Flower: Cyclamen

Word: Excuse

May 11:

Quote: “They don’t love me, they’re not that stupid.”

Flower: Lily of the Valley

Word: Term

May 12:

Quote: “I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyway.”

Flower: Rhododendron

Word: Courage

May 13:

Quote: “Lie to me then.”

Flower: Rose

Word: Cover

Substitutes:

Quote 1: “I’m not going to cry, it isn’t worth crying over.”

Quote 2: “How much of that did you hear?”

Flower 1: Petunia

Flower 2: Begonia

Word 1: Smoke

Word 2: Clear

[esperinkdraws]

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

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

[axiian19-art]

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

[xieliancore]

consumed by guilt

[hes-striker]

Alright, we all want to know about Blitz and his pregnancy.....

But I wanna know if Striker is there for his "ailment" or if he's pregnant again.

Bunny: This took a while to write out…so I hope you enjoy 😊

Striker sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, his hat tipped low over his eyes as he absently toyed with a loose thread on his coat. The sterile scent of the room was sharp in his nose, mingling with the faint smell of antiseptic. The tension in his shoulders was evident, but his expression was calm, almost detached.

The doctor, an older demon with a tired demeanor, entered the room holding a clipboard. His brow furrowed as he looked over the results. He adjusted his glasses, glancing at Striker with a mix of sympathy and professionalism.

Doctor: Mr. Striker, we've got the results back from your tests, and... it's not good news, I’m afraid.

Striker’s smirk didn’t falter, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Striker: Yeah? Well, I reckon it ain’t ever good news in places like this. Go on, doc, lay it on me.

The doctor sighed, setting the clipboard down on the counter before turning to face him fully.

Doctor: Your condition—Infernal Bloom Syndrome—has progressed significantly. The plant growing inside you is a Prickly Pear. Normally, we see blooms that are relatively benign—roses, daisies, things like that. But a cactus... it’s different. The spines are puncturing your lung tissue, and the growth is aggressive.

Striker’s smirk finally wavered, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Striker: A cactus, huh? Figures. Always had a knack for the rough stuff.

Doctor: *ignoring the attempt at humor* It’s serious, Mr. Striker. We can remove it surgically, but... the procedure is complex and risky. Even if we do it successfully, recovery won’t be easy.

Striker leaned back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Striker: Let me guess—this fancy surgery’s gonna cost me more’n I’ve got.

The doctor hesitated, then nodded.

Doctor: The procedure would cost upwards of $300,000. Without insurance or significant financial backing... it’s not something most can afford. And that’s just for the surgery itself. You would need post-op care which would made that estimate closer to $500,000

Striker let out a low whistle, shaking his head.

Striker: Well, ain’t that a kick in the teeth. Guess that means I’m stuck with it.

The doctor frowned, his expression softening.

Doctor: If you leave it untreated, the growth will continue. At its current rate... you’ll have less than a year before your lungs give out completely. The symptoms will worsen—more pain, more coughing up petals, and eventually...

He trailed off, his tone grim.

Striker didn’t flinch, though his jaw tightened slightly.

Striker: I get it, doc. No need to sugarcoat it for me. I’ve been through worse.

Doctor: There are payment plans and financing options we can explore. You don’t have to make a decision right now—

Striker: Don’t bother. *He slid off the table, adjusting his hat as he turned toward the door* I’ve had a good run

The doctor watched him, concern etched across his face.

Doctor: Mr. Striker... if you don’t mind me saying, Infernal Bloom Syndrome is tied to unresolved emotions. If you addressed the feelings causing this, the growth might slow, maybe even stop.

Striker froze for a moment, his back to the doctor.

Striker: Yeah, well... some feelings ain’t meant to be resolved.

Without another word, he strode out of the room, his spurs jingling softly with each step. The receptionist offered him a polite smile on his way out, but Striker didn’t look at her.

As he stepped into the crimson twilight of Sloth, he pulled his hat lower over his eyes, his smirk returning—but it was colder now, forced.

He mounted his horse, spurred it into motion, and disappeared into the haze of the city, the weight of his fate heavy on his shoulders.

——————

Blitzø sat on the examination table, swinging his legs impatiently, trying to distract himself by counting the tiles on the ceiling. Stolas sat nearby, tinged with unease.

The obgyn, a short demon with thick glasses and a clipboard, adjusted her gloves before addressing them. Her expression was calm but tinged with concern.

Doctor: Well, Mr. Blitzø, I’ve gone over your results, and... unfortunately, you’re not pregnant.

Blitzø froze mid-swing, his legs going still as his eyes darted toward the doctor.

Blitzø: Not even a little egg? A tiny speck of somethin'?

The doctor shook her head gently.

Doctor: No, I’m afraid not. We also conducted a deeper examination, and... there’s something you need to know.

Stolas leaned forward, his crimson eyes narrowing in concern.

Stolas: What is it?

The doctor sighed, adjusting her glasses again as she looked at Blitzø.

Doctor: Your reproductive system has significant damage. There’s a lot of scar tissue, likely from old injuries. The environment inside your womb has become... inhospitable. I’m sorry, but it’s unlikely you’ll be able to carry a child, even with assistance.

Blitzø’s jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists on his lap.

Blitzø: *gruffly* Tch. Guess that’s just my luck, huh? Can’t even do that right.

Stolas reached out, placing a gentle hand on Blitzø’s shoulder.

Stolas: Blitzø, it’s not your fault. This isn’t something you could control.

Blitzø shrugged off the comforting hand, his face set in a grimace.

Blitzø: Yeah, well, doesn’t make it suck any less.

The doctor cleared her throat softly, giving them both a moment before continuing.

Doctor: There is more. *he holds a separate file with Stolas’s name* We have your test results. Unfortunately you cannot carry an egg either.

Stolas: What?!

Doctor: It seems you still have the means to create an egg internal, such as, well different type of eggs, but they are of low quality and quantity. We could extract them and try IVF treatment but with your narrow frame, I wouldn’t recommend you carrying an egg to term, especially with a hybrid creature. You both still have the ability to site children but not carry a child.

The room was heavy with silence after the doctor’s words. Blitzø and Stolas both stared at her, the weight of the news settling over them like a thick fog. Blitzø leaned back against the examination table, rubbing a hand over his face as he let out a low, bitter laugh.

Blitzø: Hah. So what you’re saying is, we’re two broken bastards who can’t even make a kid together? That’s just perfect.

Stolas: *softly, trying to keep his composure* Blitzø... please.

Blitzø waved him off, sliding down from the table with a rough scrape of his boots.

Blitzø: No, no, it’s fine, Stolas. Real damn poetic, isn’t it? The universe just loves screwin’ me over.

The doctor cleared her throat again, trying to break the tension.

Doctor: I understand this is difficult news to hear, but there are still options if you both wish to have a child. Surrogacy is a possibility. We could extract viable eggs and—

Blitzø: interrupting Yeah, yeah, I get it. Test tubes and magic. Sounds real heartwarming.

Stolas stood, his tall frame casting a shadow over Blitzø as he approached him slowly.

Stolas: Blitzø, I know this isn’t what we wanted to hear, but... this doesn’t mean we can’t have the family we talked about. It just means we’ll have to do it differently.

Blitzø looked up at him, his expression a mix of frustration and sadness.

Blitzø: Differently? Stolas, I can’t even... I can’t even do this. I thought maybe for once I’d be good enough—good enough to give you something real. But now? *he gestured vaguely at the doctor, the room, himself* Now I’m just another screw-up who can’t follow through.

Stolas’s eyes softened as he cupped Blitzø’s face in his hands.

Stolas: This doesn’t change how I feel about you. I love you for you, not for what you can or can’t give me.

Blitzø hesitated, his bravado faltering as he looked into Stolas’s eyes.

Doctor: *gently interjecting* You both have a strong bond. If you choose to pursue other options, I’m confident you’ll find a way to make it work. I can refer you to a specialist if you’d like to discuss surrogacy further.

Blitzø: *sighing* Yeah, sure. Whatever. Send us the info.

Stolas turned to the doctor, nodding politely despite the heavy weight on his shoulders.

Stolas: Thank you, Doctor. We’ll take some time to think about it.

The doctor gave a small smile, leaving them alone in the room to process the news. Blitzø slumped back against the table, his usual energy drained.

Blitzø: *quietly* I just wanted to prove I could be better for you, y’know? That I could make this... us... something that actually works.

Stolas placed a hand on Blitzø’s shoulder, his voice firm yet gentle.

Stolas: You already have, Blitzø. You’ve given me love and a family I never thought I’d have. And we’ll figure this out. Together.

Blitzø glanced at him, his lips quirking up in a half-smile, though his eyes were still shadowed with doubt.

Blitzø: Together, huh? Guess I’ll hold you to that.

[sunshinerosefromthedead]

DDLC AU WHERE SOMEONE DIES OF HANAHAKIS? LIKE INSTEAD OF HANGING HERSELF YOU WALK INTO A ROOM OF PETALS AND BLOOD??????