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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:

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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

[dizzybevvie]

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

[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.

[mxrtified777]

HANAHAKI DISEASE/ASPHYXIATION

[ruleroftheimps]

Oh, I just got another Radiostatic Hanahaki idea- Sort of? Silly fluff to make up for the last idea, ig.

Basically, Vox are Alastor are dating, and Vox starts coughing up flowers, but it’s not because of Hanahaki, just part of his curse in Hell, and he starts freaking out until Alastor finds out and then just sits him down and has a very heartfelt discussion (Read: lectures Vox for an hour plus) about how he is in fact in love with his STUPID picture box lol.

[xieliancore]

consumed by guilt

[the-coffee-fandom]

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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."

[sunshinerosefromthedead]

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

[littleplantfreak]

@sugurouge sweet of you to give me your list <3 I can make it work for you 🫡

[anjuschiffer]

Even with Time Traveling, the Fates Will Still Laugh at Your Face

Do I have WIPs to work on? Yes. Did I see Coffee was hosting another Hanahaki Hour and decide to write for it? Absolutely. Do I know self control? No I do not, so here is Day 1 for Hanahaki Hours 2024: "We don't all have happy endings"/Poppy/Revival as requested by @the-coffee-fandom

Enjoy :D

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Thank you Veggie and Coffee for beat-ing this fic!

Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha

AO3

To think he would actually find his younger self the minute he stepped out of Fluff’s portal.

Before he could even explain his presence, Robin started to attack him, about to call Batman for backup only to end up muttering a “Second chance”. 

He held in a smirk as he heard Robin yell a “what the fuck” when he realized Jason was now in behind him instead of getting elbowed in the groin.

“Robin.” Jason said sternly, tipped off at the fact that he just addressed his younger self.

When Robin held his guard up, Jason couldn't help but be both pleased and hurt. Pleased because that means Robin didn’t let his guard down around anyone, even those who knew Robin. Hurt because, damn. Did he really look unfriendly in a fucking rabbit themed outfit? 

Well, not completely rabbit themed. The slightly plunging v neck of a sweater didn’t exactly sell rabbit theme. “Listen, I’m not going to hurt you. I just…I want to chat.”

Oh god, did he really say that right now?

“You say you’re not going to hurt me, but how can I trust you?” Robin asked, a batarang pointed towards him. “I don’t know you.”

“Because I’m you. From the future.”

“You could be lying for all I know.” 

“Then ask me something only you would know.”

“How about you tell me something only I would know then. It should be easy for you if you’re from the so-called future.” Robin countered, Jason noticing a smirk threatening to form.

Oh, was that how it was going to be?

“Remember that gala you went with Bruce last month in Paris because he didn’t want you patrolling Gotham without him?”

“Yeah? What about it?” Robin wasn’t going to like this.  

“You met a girl over there. What was her name again? Wasn’t it Marinette or something like that?” Jason held in a snort as he saw his younger self stiffen at the sound of Marinette’s name, noticing how his cheeks and the tips of his ears burnt pink.

Damn. Was he this obvious about his crush on her? No wonder Bruce and Alfred liked teasing him about her. Oh. Is that why Dick kept calling him Rosy Cheeks at one point?

“Wh-what about her?”

“Oh nothing…just that you have a crush-”

“She’s just a friend!” Robin shrieked out, throwing the batarang towards Jason who dodged it with ease. “A very good friend at that!”

“Yeah,” Jason found himself agreeing, smiling at the thought. “Mari really is a good friend of ours, isn’t she?”

Robin blinked a few times to make sure he was indeed seeing a soft smile on the man who said was his future self. It looked just like the type of smile Bruce would have whenever he remembered a nice memory or after spending a full day at an amusement park with him. 

Robin watched as the man sat down on the roof, patting the place next to him. Robin sat next to him, only then really realizing how big his future self was. He was taller than Bruce and Bruce was tall. Like, tall tall. But what really took the cake was how muscular he looked. He bet his future self could easily throw criminals around like sacks of rice!

“So you really are an older version of me from the future, huh.” Robin asked his older self.

But because he was so close to him, his older self’s choice in clothing caught his attention.

Robin looked at his older self from top to bottom. “What’s with the outfit choice? A shirt like your- wait. It’s not a jacket? I thought it was a jacket.” Robin found himself trying to open up his older self’s ‘jacket,” only then realizing it was a sweater with a plunging v neckline. “Is this an actual part of our vigilante outfit? A plunging v neck? Seriously?” He asked in disgust only to wrinkle up his nose. “Holy shit, did Dick’s Discowling outfit  influence us? Oh god, it did, didn’t it?”

“Oh God no squirt.” Jason replied, revolted by Robin’s conclusion. “This outfit is just…temporary. My usual outfit looks way better than this one. And for your information, we’re waaay cooler than Dick.” Jason answered with a smile, Robin’s eyes lighting up upon hearing this. “But you should cut down on the cursing. Pretty sure Bruce already warned you about it, am I right?” Robin grumbled at those words, Jason hearing a ‘so does Alfred’ somewhere in those grumbles. 

Damn. 

He really was an unfiltered child, wasn’t he? Then again, this was around the same time he was still getting used to living with Bruce and being Robin. Getting used to being just that- a kid. 

“So, I know you can’t talk too much about the future because of paradoxes and stuff but-“ Jason watched as his younger self thought about his next words. He looked around as if to make sure no one was listening over them. Or maybe he was hesitating due to the matter of his next sentence. “Are we okay? Are we, you know, happy? What about everyone else?”

“I changed my mind. I was still fucked up as-“

“Why are you allowed to curse and I’m not? You’re practically me! Scratch that, you are me!”

Should he let his younger self know he’s technically not this timeline’s Jason? Should he tell him that he was the original Jason and that his younger self is a completely different Jason from a different point in time?

Jason internally sighed.

What kind of question was he asking himself?

“Not exactly.” Jason ended up answering, looking out towards the city skyline, wondering where Bruce was at the moment. Would he recognize him like this? “And to answer your question: we don’t all have happy endings.”

He watched his younger self become serious and if he paid attention, he could see the way his lower lip quivered a bit before calming down. 

“Is that why you’re here? Are you here to warn me about something bad that’s going to happen later on in the future?”

“Nope.” Jason threw his hands in the air. “ You said it yourself. It would create a time paradox if I did.”

“You talking to me-  shouldn't that have already made one?”

“Nope.”

“How can you be so sure? There are many theories that suggest that even talking with an alternate version of yourself can create paradoxes. Sure, talking might not seem like much, but some scientists agree that even walking past your past self will alternate a future ever- 

Oh, that’s how you know…this isn’t your first time, is it?” Robin gasped, surprising Jason at how fast he managed to piece things together. 

He was a perceptive little shit, wasn’t he? “We can time travel? How many times did we time travel? Did WE invent the tech to do so? Can we do it freely or is there like, a limit to-”

“Wayne Enterprises has yet to make a tool that would allow us to time travel.” Jason cut Robin off. “That being said, there are people who can time travel at free will.” 

Some are even villains he wanted to add but decided to keep it to himself. 

“And we’re one of them?”

“Villains? No. Able to time travel freely? Not exactly by choice.”

“Is it related to our vigilante work?”

“Nope.”

“No?” Robin frowned, furrowing his brows as he thought. “So, personal?”

“And you’ll never guess why.” Jason internally smirked as he watched Robin think of an answer.

“For fun?”

“Because of a girl.” Jason laughed as his younger self wrinkled up his nose and started to gag. 

“Eww, a girl? We time traveled because of a girl?”

“Remember how I said not everyone has a happy ending? I was traveling to stop something from happening to her…”

“Oh…then she must be someone very important to us then.” Robin concluded, Jason watching as Robin stared off into the distance. “How bad is it? Is she dying? 

Is it our fault?” Oh all the things Robin had to say, did he have to say something that hit too close to the truth? “It is, isn’t it?”

“No.” Jason managed to croak out, feeling a lump form in his throat before it went away. He rubbed his eyes a bit to get rid of the stinging in his eyes. “It wasn’t our fault. It wasn’t her fault either. But it was destined to happen anyways.”

“Was that the case in every timeline you went to?”

“They all ended up that way.” 

“So there’s nothing we can do to help her?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

“I see.” The two sat there in silence until what sounded like a toaster timer rang, Robin watching as his older self took out a pocket watch and sighed. 

“Seems like my time is up.” Jason said as he tried to get, feeling a tug on his wrist.

“What else can you tell me about the future?” Robin asked, but Jason knew all too well that look. 

Don’t go.

“I can’t say much else lad, but I’ll just tell you one more thing.” He ruffled Robin’s hair. “Don’t act so tough, okay? Bruce, Alfred and Dick are there for a reason. Say what’s on your mind, okay?” 

Robin watched as Jason brushed himself off and opened a portal. “And that goes for Mari too, okay?”

Jason waited for Robin’s response, feeling the portal wane behind him. Robin lowered his gaze.

“Alright.” Robin promised, lifting his head back up. “I’ll try to be more honest with her too.”

“And don’t go on solo missions on your own, alright. Because, trust me, getting revived doesn’t look as easy as in video games, okay?”

“Revived? What does- hey! What- wait!” Robin’s voice stopped Jason from going further into the portal. “Why did you really come here?”

Jason looked at his younger self one last time.

Should he tell him the truth? 

It’s not like he will see him again.

“I just wanted to see if Bruce was right about me being a little piece of shit.” Jason said with a grin, not waiting for Robin’s response.

Stepping out of the portal, Jason’s foot made contact with his living room floor. 

“Counter clockwise.” Jason muttered, but the minute the transformation dropped, he was overcomed by a migraine, Jason having to walk to the nearest chair only to collapse to end up on the floor. 

He cradled his head as the migraine worsened, Jason pushing himself off the floor, shutting his eyes to stop the room from spinning around him. 

Once the symptoms cooled down, he was hit by another and this time, it wasn’t from the side effects of time traveling.

This time, it was from his fucking chronic illness.

Immediately, Jason felt his throat swelling up and locked itself, Jason quickly picking himself up and rushing himself to the nearest trash bin. He sat himself beside it, hacking whatever was clogging his throat. 

Four minutes passed and nothing, Jason knowing he had to get this out fast, the edges of his vision blurring. He watched as tiny orbs started to appear in his vision, which was not a good sign.

He made a fist and placed it between his ribcage and navel, making sure his thumb was outside his fist. With his other hand, he jabbed his fist into his upper abdominal area, attempting to dislodge whatever was suffocating him. 

He did this several times until he felt something loosen up, feeling bile rise up his throat. Jason listened as a heavy load hit the bottom of the can with a thud, Jason coughing up saliva as his vision started to clear up, only then seeing the culprit of his almost second death.

Bloody poppy petals. 

Jason wiped off the saliva that dripped from the corner of his mouth, heading to the bathroom to rinse out the bile taste from his mouth.

As he brushed his teeth, a petal accompanied the foamed up toothpaste, Jason staring at the blasted thing. He walked away from the bathroom, deciding it was just best to sleep it off. 

Yeah, this should all be behind him by tonight.

That’s when his phone went off.

“Jason! I’ve been trying to-”

“If this is about the wedding. I’m not go-”

“You can’t just not come to my wedding Jason! You’re my best friend! I can’t -”

“Mari.” Jason stopped her, feeling something start to form in his throat. Oh. It was happening again. “I…I can’t go. I know what this wedding means to you, but I can’t-”

“If this is about having to watch over Gotham again-“ he heard her let out a heavy sigh. “-you can’t keep making excuses to not-”

“Marinette. I don’t think you understand. It’s not that I can’t make it because of my job as a vigilante but be-” Jason let out a cough only for it to get worse when he tried to suppress it. 

“Jason? Hey, are you alright? Jason? Jason? Oh god. Jason, are you-”

Jason hung up and focused on the situation on hand, coughing as he searched his room for an all familiar red container. 

Jason continued to cough as his eyes finally landed on a white cross logo and quickly flung the container open and yanked out a fluorescent white vial. He quickly attached it to a needle and stabbed himself with it, feeling the swelling of his throat subside.

He closed his eyes as he felt his body slowly return to its regular rhythm. He dared to open them when he was no longer heaving for air. 

“Jason, listen to me. This is the last serum we were able to successfully make. Last one. And once you use this one…your body will get used to it just as quickly as its previous versions…

Jason, we can’t keep making stronger dosages…they’re going to kill you just as fast as your illness already is.

Jason…you’re suffering far too much for something that can easily be removed with-”

Leslie’s words rang in his mind as dragged himself into bed, the adrenaline in his system starting to wear off, his body catching up on the soreness his vomiting had left behind. He groaned with each breath he took, his diaphragm reminding him the severity of it all. 

Not like it was anything new.

If he had been able to survive all these symptoms for the past decade, what’s another one? Oh right…he doesn’t have that time…

His condition had turned for the worse ever since he started wielding Miraculi to help Mari take down Hawkmoth….

He was in his final stages…

Damn…he’s only in his late twenties…

“Jason.” Fluff spoke up, Sass right next to her. “How are you feeling? Should we get Marinette to come and heal-”

“We promised to keep this a secret Fluff.” Sass reminded her, flying up to Jason, placing a paw on his forehead before quickly retracting it. He turned to Fluff with a worried face. “His life force is fading Fluff. Jason, we need to let Marinette-”

“No.” Jason retorted. “She’s busy…making sure everything is perfect…for the wedding…”

“Jason, we can’t let you di-”

“I just need to sleep it off…all that time traveling…made me tired…” Jason let out a weak laugh. 

All that sneaking around and bribing the Kwami’s…all that time traveling and for what? 

He couldn’t get the ending he wanted. 

No matter what decision he made on his end or what event he changed to get his past self to reconnect with Marinette…

It was all for not…

It didn’t help to find out that it was his stubbornness as a kid that caused him to develop a rare condition where one would spit out filaments of blood in the shape of flower petals. 

And not just in one timeline, oh no…in every. single. one…

A condition with no treatment besides a risky surgery to remove blood vessels that grew over the heart and greatly resemble plant roots. A surgery where the most common side effect was memory lost. More specifically the loss of memories of the person you loved most…

“-not good Sass. We need to get Marinette, and now!”

“Jason…hang on just a bit longer, okay? We’re going to get Mari, okay?”

“Hmm,” was all Jason was able to say as he felt the soreness in his body become tiredness, feeling his eyelids grow heavy. Maybe…maybe he should just rest his eyes for a bit…

Yeah… for just a bit…

Maybe he wouldn’t feel this tired if he had just listened to the Kwami in the first place. They had already warned him that it was impossible to change the fates already written in the stars…

That he wasn’t destined to be with Marinette…

And now he knew he didn’t…

He saw the fate that awaited her in all the timelines where he thought he succeeded in being with her: death.

Death caused a tragic accident, a power struggle over the Miraculous or from the same illness that was killing him now…

Maybe that’s why he was okay with his fate now.

He couldn’t bear to think of causing Marinette any harm when all she had ever been to him was kind.

Feeling himself drift further into slumber, Jason thought of his younger self, glad to be able to see his younger self before returning home.

At least he was able to take one more thing off his bucket list before he had to return Fluff and Sass back…

Fluff…Sass… he forgot to thank them for going with his selfish decisions…

He should’ve apologized for taking advantage of their own love for Marinette.

Marinette…

He found himself smiling as he remembered what she looked like in her wedding dress she picked out just a few weeks ago.

At least she will be happy after he’s gone.

Jason!

Oh. Someone was calling him. 

Jason! 

Jason tried to open his eyes, but his tiredness wouldn’t let him. They’ll probably stick around. Or if it’s Dick, he usually would. 

He’ll just see him in the morning.

With that, Jason let his mind go quiet, the beating of his heart slowly drifting into the silence that succumbed to him.

-

“Jason!” Marinette screamed, stepping out of Kaalki’s portal, rushing to Jason’s pale body. “Jason, wake up!” 

One minute she was panicking over Jason’s sudden coughing followed by him hanging up. The next, Fluff and Sass flew right up to her, holding in tears as they gave her the news of Jason’s condition.

He was dying.

She quickly ordered Kaalki to open a portal, needing to see it for herself.

She saw him just a few weeks ago.

He was fine! He was up and about, healthy as a horse!

He helped her choose her dress, the bridesmaid’s dresses, his suit for the wedding! He was standing on his two feet perfectly fine…why, how was he on the verge of death?

Marinette didn’t expect to see him passed out on his bed, his face as pale as a ghost. 

“Jason?” She had called out and when she didn’t get a response, didn’t see the rising and sinking of his chest, she became worried.

It wasn’t until she got closer to him and tried to wake him up that she knew he was leaving her. His soul was fading fast.

“Jason!” She yelled, trying to shake him awake, trying to ignore the way he felt cold to the touch. “Jason, you need…you need to wake up!”

She decided to look for a pulse. “Jason, don’t go! I still need you!” She found nothing. 

Who was going to remind her to take a breather? Who was going to be there at 3 am, helping her calm down after a nightmare from her heroine days? Who was going to tell her that everything was going to be alright? “Jason.”

He was gone.

Her best friend…

Marinette let out a wail, collapsing to her knees as she began to cry her heart out.

He promised to be there! He said he’d be there! He pro-

Marinette began to cough, wondering if maybe her throat was sore from all the crying, irritated from all the scream. It wasn’t until she realized that this coughing felt off. 

Something was stuck in her throat.

Marinette continued to cough until she decided to take matters into her own hands. 

Reaching for a trash bin nearby, she forced herself to gag, when she felt bile rise to her mouth, disgusted by its sour taste. 

She let herself catch her breath and when she did, she was embarrassed at knowing she was choking on her own spit. Really? Spit? Wait…what was that swimming in her saliva?

Curious, Marinette reached for it, watching as her saliva dripped off of it as she brought it closer to herself. Without a doubt, Marinette knew what it was…but how was it possible?

How did she cough up a poppy petal? 

And…what did it mean?

-

Fluff and Sass looked at the poppy petal in horror, looking at each other, wondering what they should do.

At who they should be angry at.

Because this wasn’t fair. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

Not in this timeline.

One of them had to be happy. Just one.

For Kwami’s sake, they lived through all of the other timelines, watching as their favorite humans died for the sake of the other’s happiness! Jason sacrificed his own for Mari’s just moments ago!

So why her? Why does Marinette have to suffer too?

Wasn’t taking Jason enough? 

But they knew nothing could be changed.

If it was the will of the Fates, then so be it…

If all they could do was just support her, then so be it. 

They’ll make sure to protect and love Mari as much as Jason did. 

It was all they could do to honor his death… even if it was done in vain.

[vanillajello]

One sided (maybe) Torisai hanahaki fic idea that i may or may not use depending on my motivation:

Toritsuka has feelings for Saiki and since saiki sort of finds out instantly Toritsuka doesn't confess (this version is where the person has to confess to get rid of the flowers) and saiki sort of half turns him down but not really so Toritsuka continues having feelings for saiki.

Time goes on and he starts feeling pain in his lungs and he doesn't know why. It starts getting harder to breathe. He starts to cough up Petals and leaves and he has no idea what's going on, saiki finds out instantly again but he doesn't really know either so they do research and find out its hanahaki!!!

They find out that it might end up killing Toritsuka but even if Toritsuka confesses it won't really work and Toritsuka can't really get rid of his feelings, we get fun saiki angst of "everythings always my fault it's it's fault I don't like him and now he's gonna DIE"

They find out that Toritsuka can get surgery to remove the flowers!!! But he'll lose all feelings of romance and memories of the person he was in love with :((( And there's still a chance of the flowers growing back.

Toritsuka doesn't want to lose his memories of Saiki but Saiki wants Toritsuka to live, ensue sad but cute at the same time "Why do you care for someone like me???" Sort of stuff anyways toritsuka gets surgery and forgets about saiki and by extension the psychickers (sort of)

Toritsuka back at school, no memories of saiki, lost all attraction for girls, people are confused because "Holy shit the perv is being a perv???" And saikis sort of like "I'm the worst, Toritsukas not even Toritsuka anymore" and now that Toritsuka doesn't remember saiki he has no friends and is sort of lonely :( Toritsuka also knows he got the surgery for Hanahaki, he just has no idea who the person he fell for was

Anyways from here the plot goes two way option 1 is where Toritsuka slowly ends up becoming friends with the psychickers again, he bonds with everyone and they all get close again, saiki ends up being his best friend and he's happy, even if he's not in love anymore option 2 is slow burn where Toritsuka starts to get feelings for saiki again and the flowers start growing back. Over the period of time seperated with toritsuka saiki falls in love with him and is now kind of sad that he didn't find out earlier, he blocks out his feelings of Toritsuka as sort of self-punishment for what he did, thinking it's all his fault (it's not obviously) and ignores Toritsukas slowly growing feelings for him until Toritsuka starts coughing up flowers again, Toritsuka takes this as meaning saiki not loving him back and he's starting on planning to get the surgery again but then saiki confesses to him in fear of Toritsuka getting hurt again yadayadayada Torisai happy ending:)

[tennessoui]

omg that last "let me go, anakin" would have haunted anakin for the rest of his life if obiwan *actually* died from his hanahaki 😭😭 i love that nothing's really accomplished between the two of them even after all that long n heartfelt conversation for force's sake they are both so ridiculous it's amazing

after obi-wan miraculously survives his hanahaki disease and recovers a fair amount there are soooo many things he’s not allowed to say anymore. he can’t even say “let’s go, anakin” it’s too close and that’s the thing anakin is sensitive about