Chameron + Chronic Hanahaki Disease

Inspired by OG post here

here’s a messy hc/fic idea thing laksjdlkas

Ok so like, in this version of the hanahaki disease trope the only people who can see the petals you cough up are the people who KNOW about your crush. It’s not gonna kill you, it’s just really annoying when you’re choking on petals and spitting them up. Also in this version, it’s not just unrequited love, as long as you have a huge crush you dont wanna admit to anyone, the amount of flowers grow the more people know + the more you like the person and wont confess (the more unbearable it is to keep a secret). it will only stop when the one you like KNOWS and they end up seeing the flowers, but they don’t have to like you back, once you confess- the flowers will either rot if they dont return it or fly away if they like you back.

Charlie has this problem, he likes to say how much he doesn’t like Cameron, until one day he didn’t really mean it and a rose petal appeared on his tongue.

Neil was the first to see one of the petals because he noticed charlie was being EXTRA mean to cam one day. neil realized he was bluffing. when neil told charlie, he says “no wonder i’ve been coughing up more of these.”

The next to know is todd because, well, it was the same thing with neil except todd was also coughing up petals. when they both told each other they liked each other, the petals flew away and they became a thing. they’re trying to explain to charlie to just confess while the flowers arent a lot

Charlie doesnt listen. duh

Cameron’s being more insufferable to charlie, by that he means that cameron’s gotten unbearably more attractive. his nagging became endearing to charlie, his face and freckles became overwhelmingly beautiful. cameron’s presence made charlie falter in his insults.

knox, meeks, pitts immediately notice. for an academically upright guy as cameron, he didnt pick up on charlie’s change of demeanor AT ALL

Charlie and Cameron’s room was COVERED in petals and friends think this is getting out of hand. the whole class knows. it’s obvious. and they’re all just telling charlie to just confess. some guys were nice, making sure no one outs Charlie in front of cameron or the teachers. but it’s getting really hard to use the locker rooms and bathroom

Charlie doesnt want to confess, they wont work. Cameron wont like him because they’re so different. but that’s why he really likes cameron. he wont bullshit charlie when he’s being chaotic, he could ground him and tell him when to be better. charlie needs someone like cameron but cameron wont need or want him.

One day charlie gets into an accident, like he tripped and hit his head or something and he gets rushed to the ER.

when he wakes up cameron is there and there are still a shit ton of flowers anywhere. but when he coughed one more time, no petals came out. a few more coughs and huffs. nothing.

huh.

he must’ve gotten over cameron. he got kinda sad, but when he starts talking to cameron he’s so happy. he knows he still likes him.

little did charlie know that moments before that, cameron had been coughing up so many flowers, he’s been coughing flowers for years for charlie. he didnt want to admit it because charlie was out of his league, he was a nerd and charlie was charlie. amazing.

their room was filled with 10 times the amount of flowers than anyone else could imagine. these two have been blindly in love with each other for so long (at least cameron has)

when charlie was rushed to the ER, charlie’s room still getting petals everywhere because of coughing + unconscious charlie , neil complained that he only got into an accident because he slipped on a bunch of petals for cameron and immediately slapped his mouth shut. Cameron found out (stopping charlie from making petals). He suddenly saw all the petals covering all this friends.

Cameron may have been coughing up petals for years but charlie produced as much flowers in the span of months as cameron did in years. He likes cameron THAT much. (also how many people KNEW??)

Neil apologizes but Cameron blurts out he likes charlie too and then suddenly the petals in Neil’s view TRIPLED. “damn it– but hey at least yours are pink and not bright red like charlie’s. can you just.. confess to charlie? please? so this is over with”

so when cameron stayed with charlie, he was still coughing up flowers but this time they were multiplying, his crush– his love for charlie was getting stronger.

charlie wakes up, sees cameron and before he could confess, cameron tells him he likes him.

Suddenly the room was a mix of red and pink petals. charlie was in awe but immediately returns cameron’s confession.

they watched as their petals danced together in a mini tornado in the room before they dissipated.

they liked each other.

Thank god.

Projecting onto Dr Iplier because I can :)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral, They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings: Hanahaki Disease (Coughing/Throwing up flowers/flower petals), Melancholy of unrequited love, Mentions/References/Jokes about Death and Dying in the future, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Angsty Romance, Choose-you-own-ending, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse is a victim of Hanahaki Disease as a result of his crush on a mystery somebody. Will we ever find out who they are? Will they find out about this curious predicament?

Requested by @sensaysstuff  Hi dear! Thank you so much for the wonderful request! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it is. It was my first time dabbling in this trope too so I apologize if I got anything incorrectly. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

It’s been a whole week, a whole week of my own lungs being my arch nemeses. I’m no stranger to being the victim of my body’s flaws and my organs’ short-comings, but man, this is next level brutal. It’s got a sort of punch-to-the gut humorous irony to it because, although it fucking sucks, it’s also the prettiest disease I’ve had to deal with. Hell, I’ve even started collecting the flowers, they look really pretty when you don’t know the context behind their presence on my dining table.

It first happened the night after a stream when I felt surprisingly tired, enough so to doze off to sleep. I did so with a smile even because the stream was so great and I had so much fun talking to my friends and playing with them as we usually do. Except, this time around we had involved alcohol in the fun so you can imagine the antics we were up to.

That being said, when I woke up barely an hour after having gone into lights-out mode with an overwhelming urge to throw up, I wasted no time chucking it up to the consumption of the three beers as I ran to the bathroom. And it’s not so unusual to have certain things that I’m usually tolerant of not land correctly a specific one time just to mess with me. Alcohol is up on that list but no matter how it lands, it’s never before made me chuck a flower out of my mouth.

Yes, a whole ass fucking flower.

Imagine how long I sat there looking at the toilet bowl which now had a flower floating in there like it was nobody’s business. I pinched and pinched at my arms to try and wake myself from whatever kind of fever dream this could’ve been but it was no use. I was as awake as I could be and had been turned into a flower producing machine.

Of course, the first thing I did once my legs unjelly-ed was google this puzzling phenomenon, hoping for something but not sure what. I don’t know what would’ve been a comforting diagnosis for a literal flower clawing its way out of my throat but whatever. At the very least, I found a diagnosis - Hanahaki Disease: an ailment that targets victims of unrequited love, causing them to cough or puke flowers till the object of their affection returns the same feelings. If that doesn’t happen on time, however, the victim is to be suffocated by an overflow of flowers in their lungs.

The thought I remember swimming through my head after rereading the damn explanation for the fiftieth fucking time is simple and straight to the point:

I’m gonna fucking die at the hands of fucking flowers….FLOWERS DON’T EVEN HAVE HANDS

What did I do next, you might be wondering. Don’t, because it’s pathetic. I sent the weirdest text a person could receive to the Amigops group chat.

Me: GUYS I HAVE HANAHAKI DISEASE I’M GONNA DIE

And just my luck, Toast was the only one up at that hour. He did have a logical reaction but still…

T: The fuck did you mix in that beer, man?

I left him on read.

*    *    *    *    * 

Since then, I’ve gotten around to explaining it to my friends and even making it as far as getting them to believe it - even if some (read: Toast) still tease me about it. I’d say that’s headway and a half in comparison to how I thought things would go but the fact still remains - I’m a dead man walking.

“Corpse, why do you have to be so pessimistic?! How do you know the person doesn’t like you back?” Rae has tried comforting me time and time again.

“Cause I have this disease.“ It’s comical how simple the answer is.

“Ok…“ she clears her throat before correcting herself, “How do you know they won’t develop feelings for you in the future?“

“Cause they won’t. I just know, ok? Don’t ask me how.“ It’s gotten increasingly harder to be able to keep my bitterness at bay but I’m managing semi-nicely, thank you very much.

Oh and yeah, we’ve resorted to calling the object of my affection ‘this person’ because I’ve been more than adamant on keeping their identity a secret. There’s no way I’m handing Toast a gas can so he can pour it in the fire that is his teasing. He really doesn’t need any more material, I believe he’s got plenty to work with when you take into consideration my misery and agony.

“Look on the bright side: that bouquet is the most colorful thing in your entire apartment. You may die but the flowers breathe life into the living space. Isn’t that poetic?“ There he goes, without missing a beat. I know he’s not trying to be mean - if anything he attempts to knock as many laughs out of me as possible - so an eyeroll is the farthest he’s gotten on my anger meter.

“I’d say cruel. Or tragic.“ Sykkuno adds. He’s been very timid about the topic, frightened by the end I’ve foreseen and embraced by now.

“Life is one great big tragedy.“ Toast replies with a heavy accent that is inaccurate to whatever part of the world he was trying to accentuate.

“Jeez, what’s with all this melancholy?“

The voice comes from none of the four of us and a quick check of the participants list confirms that there’s a fifth party now present in the call. One I’d like for us to tiptoe around when it comes to the subject - Y/N.

“Toast just finally decided to catch up on some high school reading. He’s currently hung up on Shakespeare.“ Rae jumps in to mend the situation even though she doesn’t know my intention on keeping this a secret from Y/N. For all she knows they’re already aware of my ailment but bless her heart regardless.

The save actually catches me so off-guard with its creativity and humor that it sends me in a fit of laughter. One that transpires into a coughing fit, producing another flower.

“Oh God, Corpse, are you ok? That sounded rough?“ Y/N asks, concern evident in their voice.

I shake my head before I remember they can’t see me and hurry to answer verbally, “Yeah, no worries. I’m no stranger to a little coughing fit.“

“That was anything but little. Might wanna go to the hospital, buddy.“ They reply, causing me to cringe inwardly at both the thought of going to the hospital for this ridiculous and downright degrading disease and also the nickname they casually added at the end.

“Hey, what flower was it this time, Corpse?“ Toast teases, causing me to grit my teeth and bringing himself up on the annoyance scale.

“I told you they don’t change.“ I all but groan, burying my face in my hands.

“Ah, so you’re stuck coughing up orchids till doomsday come.“ He assesses casually as though he isn’t referring to my literal doomsday but ok.

“Wait, do you even like orchids?“ Sykkuno asks, a small but meaningful attempt at lightening up the situation.

“This kind, yeah. They’re a nice shade of blue, they’re pretty.“ I reply with a shrug, looking at the flower now prepped up on my desk as though it’s a suspect in some criminal case I’m trying to crack - my own murder, that is.

“Wait, wait, wait. Back up, all of you.“ Y/N, rightfully confused, interjects, “Corpse, you’re coughing up flowers?! The fuck kind of idiot do you guys take me as?“

Before I can jump to our defense, Rae beelines right to the point, “Look up Hanahaki disease, we’re really not making fun of you or anything. If anything we’re trying to figure out how to save Corpse’s life.“

Y/N’s end stays quiet for a bit, the silence only interrupted by the clicking of the keys of their keyboard until they finally speak, “Oh shit, this really is real….” For a moment their voice fades again as they mumble the words they read to themself, “It says here that he could get surgery and have it removed.”

“Yeah, this mule of a man simply cannot let go of whoever this person is, even to save his own life.“ Rae complains in her typical motherly way. Bless her heart once more, I know I’m frustrating the hell out of her by being so determined to avoid the surgical solution but I simply can’t let go of this feeling. Sure, it’s torture and inevitable demise but it’s made me more human in this life than anything ever has. It’s the first and only time I’ve felt so strongly for another person that it almost seems right for it to have this kind of consequences just as a small fucked-up reminder that I’m not allowed to love or be loved romantically. Well, fuck that rule, I’ll love till doomsday come, to phrase it in a Toast-y way.

“I love this person too much, ok?“ I reply defensively like I’ve done all the previous times they’ve confronted me on the topic.

“Who are they?“ Y/N doesn’t beat around the bush too much, “I’ll kick their ass into loving you.“

Goddamn that’s sad

Despite that thought, I manage to chuckle, “That I cannot tell you.”

“Ok, fine. Allow me to use my detective skills then.“ They clear their throat and snap their fingers before following that up with: “What kind of flower are you coughing up?“

“Dendrobium Orchids.“ I reply with a playful eyeroll, throwing my hands behind my head to get comfortable in my chair, knowing full well this investigation isn’t going anywhere. The flowers have no meaning, I specifically read that. They can come in all kinds, shapes, sizes and colors. “Blue, if that helps.“

“Whose favorite flower is that?“ Rae ponders semi-aloud.

“It doesn’t have a correlation with the object of my affection. Don’t look into a dead end.“ I sigh, suddenly feeling heavy-chested.

“It doesn’t matter if the flowers are randomized. Yours is repetitive and of a specific kind and color.“ She corrects me, clearly having done her own research on the disease.

“So we really need to find this orchid lover and get them to love you.“ Toast sums up like he’s come to the solution of a problem after hours or days of looking for it.

“Yes! It directly points to the person who your heart longs for!“ Rae, finally having someone in her corner, is obviously excited whereas I’m terrified. 

What if they’re right?

Suddenly Y/N, who’s been eerily quiet for the past three minutes, speaks up, “Blue dendrobium orchids are my favorite flowers…“

Fuck, they’re right.

The silence that overcomes the call is deafening to the point that it forces me to remove my headset just to escape it but it follows me into the quiet of my recording room too.

So, to escape it properly I choose to teleport myself back to a time when this was all so much simpler. For example, that stream. The stream that occurred moments before this disaster took over my life.

And I specifically remember the moment I provoked it. The moment when I was still struggling to pull myself together after a joke Y/N had cracked. The moment the forbidden thought passed through my head: 

God, I’m so fucking in love with them

I did this to myself, I know that by now. I just had to go and fall for someone I can’t have. Someone already taken. Someone who wouldn’t see me as anything more than a friend even if they weren’t already in a relationship.

At least I’ll die knowing that a small part of them remains in me - quite literally, their favorite flowers will continue growing in my lungs. I’ll make sure to use that last breath to say their name.

A/N: Choose your own ending, lovelies! Feel free to submit anything you come up with to me, I’d be delighted to read your follow-ups to this fic <3

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HC: Hanahaki Disease [Brothers]

Just so you all know, I’m still only in the second season in the actual game, but I’ve been ITCHING to write something Obey Me! -related. So here’s my first attempt in writing Obey Me! -headcanons.

Side characters vers.

Warnings: Angst, illness, death.. Also some spoilers about the first season.

• Lucifer had the hardest time figuring out what he felt towards you was love. Love was a rather foreign concept to him, he hadn’t spared much thought to such a tricky emotion before.
• But there you were, bringing him coffee when he was working, keeping him company whenever he yearned for it, listening to his troubles and complaints, making a visible change with his brothers.. How could he not become intrigued?
• When he started coughing up amaryllis petals, he was taken by surprise; but he wasn’t clueless. He wasn’t sure what the petals signified, but he was going to do some research on it.
• He did his best to hide his condition; he wasn’t one to display any signs of weakness or vulnerability. Not in front of his brothers, not in front of his boss and especially not in front of you.
• But it started to become increasingly difficult to hide it once the coughing fits became more frequent, the petals grew in size and some blood started to spill out of his lungs.
• One day he was having tea and conversing with Lord Diavolo and Barbatos when a coughing fit caught him by surprise. He tried to get up and make a run for it, but ended up coughing up bloodied flower petals in front of his boss and his boss’ butler..
• Diavolo and Barbatos exchanged worried glances before Diavolo cleared his throat.
• “Oh.. I’m sorry my Lord, where are my manners..” Lucifer quickly apologized and started to clean up the petals with a napkin, utterly embarrassed.
• “Please, just sit down. Babratos can clean it up.” Diavolo smiled slightly at his friends and nodded to the butler. Without saying a word, Barbatos began to clean up Lucifer’s mess. Lucifer had no choice but to sit back down.
• “So.. It seems like our Luci is in love, eh?” Diavolo tried to lighten up the mood with a laugh, but no one laughed with him. Clearing his throat again, his expression turned serious now, “It’s about MC, right?”
• “… Yes, my Lord.” Lucifer admitted with a burdened sigh. He really did not feel comfortable discussing this with his boss.
• “I see..” Diavolo nodded and fumbled for words, “I suspect you have something called Hanahaki Disease..” Diavolo trailed off, unable to finish the explanation to Lucifer who was looking up at him curiously. When Barbatos saw Diavolo didn’t have it in himself to explain it to Lucifer, he bit the bullet and finished Diavolo’s story for Lucifer.
• Lucifer was quiet for a long while. So his feelings for MC were unrequited? But why..? After all the attention MC had given him, they didn’t even like him back? Lucifer felt like his pride had been mortally wounded from the information.
• “How do I get rid of it? You mentioned something about a surgery if I’m not mistaken? Where do I get it?” Lucifer asked, his voice cold.
• “Don’t you want to fight for them, Lucifer? I’ve never seen you feel like this towards anyone else.. Are you just willing to throw it away like that?” Diavolo asked almost nervously.
• “What’s the point? If MC doesn’t love me now, there’s no guarantee they ever will. Furthermore, this illness is keeping me from work.” Lucifer explained, his whole body tense. Diavolo and Barbatos yet again exchanged meaningful looks. They both understood that those words were coming from a place of hurt rather than anger.
• “Well, if you’re sure that’s what you want.. I can take care of it.” Babratos assured Lucifer. Lucifer just nodded before quickly getting up.
• “I.. I have a few things to take care of. I need to be alone, if you would please excuse me, My Lord?” Lucifer requested from Diavolo who granted Lucifer his leave.
• Lucifer returned to the House of Lamentation, still slightly unsure whether he really wanted surgery, but he also knew him falling ill would be an inconvenience to everyone around.
• In the end, he did undergo surgery, his feelings for MC now gone. Although the petals were no longer a problem, the surgery did little to make Lucifer feel better about the whole ordeal, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth about love and opening up his heart to anyone ever again.

• Mammon had been desperately falling for you since day one, and that really wasn’t a surprise to anyone with working eyes or ears.
• The last people to know this were you.. and Mammon himself. Well, maybe you had had an idea of Mammon’s feelings, but were refusing to acknowledge them because..
• You had a boyfriend back in the human world. A boyfriend you were loyal to, and no surprise exchange year and being surrounded by hot demons was an excuse to stray from your loyalty.
• Mammon knew about your boyfriend, you had shown him pictures of him and told him so many stories about him. So he was well aware that you were taken.
• So when he finally realized what he felt for you was more than friendship, he chose to keep those emotions to himself. No matter how greedy he usually was, this time he decided to let it go. He just wanted you to be happy, that’s all.
• But holding all his love in was more painful and difficult than he thought it would be. It was constantly pouring from the cracks of his words, spilling from the way he looked at you, as if a stormy sea was welling up inside his heart.
• Eventually all of his love seemingly manifested as small white petals of forget-me-nots.
• Those petals Mammon kept coughing up terrified him. What was the meaning of them? Had some witch hexed him? He went through every witch he had made a pact or a deal with but none of them seemingly knew what he was talking about.
• That was until one of the witches told him that while she wasn’t responsible for the symptoms, she knew what was going on with him.
• Mammon practically begged the witch to tell him and cure him of the haunting petals. The witch shook her head as she explained what Hanahaki disease was and what the treatment options were. She could not offer any help to Mammon.
• Mammon nearly teared up after hearing the news. His undying love for MC was behind his sickness? And the only way to cure it was either making MC fall for him or undergoing a surgery?
• Mammon knew choosing the surgery would be for the best.. That way he wouldn’t hurt anymore, and you wouldn’t get hurt if you never knew.. But at the same time, he didn’t want to forget his love for you. He had only figured them out, but in his heart it felt like he had loved you for forever. Like loving you was an essential part of his being.
• He left the witch’s place with a heavy heart, contemplating his next move. Demons can’t die from something like this.. Right?
• As weeks went by, his symptoms grew worse. It got to the point he barely had the energy to get up from his bed, let alone plan any money making schemes. Yet he refused to give in.
• He honestly thought he was going to die from the disease, until one night, you stormed into his room, tears streaming down your face.
• Even though he was weak, Mammon gathered all his strenght to sit up and catch you into his open arms.
• You told Mammon how your boyfriend had dumped you over text. He had said that the distance was too much for him and that he had found someone else already.
• Mammon felt conflicted; both sad for you but also happy and slightly hopeful.. He just held you in his arms, whispering encouraging words and sweet nothings into your ear, running his hand through your hair until you fell asleep.
• After that night, slowly but surely, his symptoms started to lessen. The coughing fits became less frequent and the petals seemed to diminish in size..
• Until they stopped completely. It took Mammon a good while to realize that that meant. Actually, he only realized it one day when you had taken the initiative and had kissed him.
• Mammon was so beyond happy. He had never before in his life felt so lucky.

• Leviathan had never thought he would find someone so understanding, kind, thoughtful and perfect as you. You were always willing to listen to his ramblings, you never once shamed him and his shut-in ways, you shared his joy in his nerdy hobbies.. So even if you were a normie in his eyes, you were hisnormie.
• When he started to cough up yellow hyacinth petals, he already knew. Of course he knew. This was such a popular anime trope! He has seen this film behore and he did not like the ending.
• Of course you wouldn’t return his affections. And that’s alright. He was just a yucky otaku, and you had your choice of demons, humans and angels. For him, having you in his life was enough.
• That’s what he kept telling himself, hoping that the symptoms would just disappear with time, but they only got worse.
• Leviathan began to distance himself from you as much as he could even if it pained him. He didn’t want to suffer or die; but he didn’t want to forget his love for you either. So he tried to hide away and hoped he’ll get over it.
• Of course you noticed what he was doing; not inviting you over to his room anymore, keeping his texts short or ignoring them altogether, avoiding your gaze whenever you ran into each other..
• But every time you attempted to bring up the topic with him, he would blush, stammer an apology and run away.
• This greately upset you. You just wanted your best friend back. So you persisted, making it your mission to find out the reason for his weird behavior.
• So one day you appeared behind his door completely out of the blue, uninvited. You were just about to open the door when you heard something alarming coming from the other side. You heard Leviathan pretty much coughing his lungs out.
• You quickly swung the door open and ran to your poor friend, who was sitting in his bathtub while hugging his legs close to his body, coughing up yellow petals and blood.
• Levi was absolutely horrified when he realized you had found him in the middle of one of his coughing fits. He tried to get up, blushing furiously, but fell back on his butt with a squeak.
• You demanded to know what was going on.. And Levi had no choice but to admit to everything. With a shaky voice and avoidant eyes, he revealed the illness’ name and meaning to you, preparing himself mentally for a harsh rejection.
• Instead he was met with silence. Normally he’s used to silence, but this silence seemed so loud and obnoxious.. Levi gathered all his courage to meet your eyes, just wanting you to finish him already.
• After your eyes met, you finally spoke: “But Levi.. If that illness only takes place with unrequited love.. Why are you sick?” you questioned queitly.
• “H-Huh? What do you m-mean?!” Levi gasped, his amber eyes wide with utter surprise.
• “Levi.. I love you too. Didn’t you know?” You confessed, your cheeks turning into a wonderful shade of red.
• “WHAAAT?! But-” Levi began to yell before he felt it. His lungs were free, no longer like a bed of flowers. Before he could speak again, you took his face into your hands gently.
• “Levi.. Did you reject yourself?” You laughed, clearly humored by Levi’s animated reactions, “Did you convince yourself I couldn’t possibly like a yucky otaku like you so you developed the symptoms?”
• “I…” Levi didn’t know what to say. Of course that was what he had thought! Why would you ever.. But wait, you just did..!
• !!!!
• “I love you, silly. Just accept it already.” You giggled as you rested your forehead against his, a soft look in your eyes.
• “I.. I love you too, my Henry..” Levi mumbles barely audibly, avoiding your curious gaze.

• For all of his long life, the main emotion Satan has ever felt was wrath. Anger. Just bubbling below the surface, ready to take over at any given moment. Such is the life of the Avatar of Wrath. He absolutely resented it, and that only made him so much more angry.
• But something in his world shifted when you walked into his angry and miserable life. Slowly but surely, Satan began to see a change in his behavior and feelings. It took him a while to realize what had happened, and when he did, he was already too deep in to back down anymore.
• For the first time in forever, his wrath was replaced by infatuation. Was this what it felt like to be Asmodeus? Probably not quite. While he wanted you, YEARNED for you, his love for you was also much more pure and sweet.
• Satan honestly thought he was doing a great job at courting you, doing everything a gentleman should. He honestly thought you might feel the same way about him, until one fateful evening..
• You two were just reading together in silence when your D.D.D. pinged. Instinctively Satan glanced at the lit up screen when he saw something that made his blood boil.
• It was a message from Lucifer. Thanking you for your lovely time at the date and asking if he can take you to another date next weekend.
• Furiously, Satan whipped to look at your face as you picked up your phone and read the message yourself. But his anger subsided when he saw how soft and gentle the smile on your face was. You looked so lovestruck, so blissful.. Satan just couldn’t unleash his blazing anger after witnessing how angelic you had just looked.
• So he did his best to cover up his anger and return to his book.. Until he had to excuse himself, making a run for it to the bathroom.
• He threw up rose petals into the toilet, a horrified expression forming on his face. What was the meaning of this?!
• After you had left his room, Satan began his quest to research the weird symptoms. When he figured out the cause of the petals, he found himself grow angrier and angrier yet again.
• He was angry at you for choosing Luficer over him. He was angry at Lucifer for taking you away from him. But even more than that, he was angry at himself for having been so foolish and careless, for allowing himself to fall for a human like that.
• Although in a way all this was weirdly romantic, it was as if Satan was actually a part of a romance novel.. Although he didn’t like where the story was heading.
• It was only a matter of time before it all blew up, knowing Satan. While Satan was mostly able to keep the anger to himself, the worse the symptoms grew, the more furious he got.
• One day Satan had witnessed you and Lucifer exchange a good night kiss before you went to your room and he just lost his mind. He secretly followed Lucifer to his room before absolutely blowing up at him. He kept shouting, yelling and breaking things in his unleashed fury, refusing to calm down before the familiar feeling of suffocating creeped in.
• His emerald eyes widened in shock as he tried to make his way out of the room.. But he could barely make it a few steps before he began to violently cough up the petals, alerting Lucifer, all his previous disdain disappearing.
• Satan knelt down to the ground, coughing and scraping at his throat. Lucifer knelt down next to him, holding onto Satan so he wouldn’t fall over.
• When that particularly awful coughing fit ended, Lucifer demanded to know what was going on. Satan refused to tell at first, but Lucifer kept insisting until he had to give in and regrettably reveal his innermost feelings to Lucifer.
• Lucifer listened, his expression unreadable, just nodding along.
• “Satan.. I didn’t know you felt that way towards MC,” Lucifer spoke up after Satan had finished his rant, “if I had know, I wouldn’t have approached MC. But I love them too, Satan. What do you want me to do?”
• Satan thought about it for a moment. It was a battle between his heart and his brain: “At first I wanted to hate you both. Then I wanted you to leave them. But then I realized how much that would hurt MC.. I don’t want to see them heartbroken. And even if you leave them, it doesn’t guarantee that they will run into my arms next, or ever even..” Satan smiled sadly, “But Luficer.. I’m so scared.” He finally admitted, his voice breaking.
• “What are you scared of?” Luficer questioned, his hand on Satan’s shoulder, reassuring.
• “What if I never feel this way again? What if this was the only time I could feel some emotion other than wrath? I don’t want to go back to the time before I knew love..” Satan explained with a small voice. And even though Lucifer could be quite heartless and sadistic at times, he still felt for his brother.
• Whether you undergo the surgery or not is your own choice. I won’t force you to take it. I can’t promise you anything either.“ Lucier sigh, mulling over the issue in his head before a thought popped into his head. It was a thought that normally would’ve disgusted him, one he would’ve been completely against.. But this time it seemed more plausible than ever before, "Hey Satan, how do you feel about.. Sharing MC?”

• It was another night partying it up with Asmodeus at the club. Yet another night watching him grind his hips against many succubi and incubi, watching him flirt away and exchange sultry glances with the other partygoers. But none of those touches, words or looks were directed at you.
• The sight of his roaming hands of some stranger’s hips was enough to make you feel sick. You ran towards the bathrooms, tears welling in your eyes and you found it difficult to breathe.
• However, when you tried to throw up, only small petals of daisies came out. Panicked, you kept coughing them up, clawing at your throat.
• When it finally ended, you just laid down in the bathroom stall, unable to move in your frightened state. You kept mulling over your predicament, unable to find the answers you needed.
• When you finally gathered yourself together and left the bathrooms, you realized Asmo had already left. Probably with someone. Anxiety washed over you as you imagined was he was up to at this very moment..
• You didn’t want to go back to the House of Lamentation, so you texted Solomon if you could stay over at Purgatory Hall. Lucky for you, he replied almost immediately and accepted your offer graciously.
• While you were talking with the sorcerer, you decided to ask him about your symptoms. Maybe it was related to magic? Maybe you were cursed or hexed? Maybe he could fix it?
• The sorcerer shot you a forlorn smile: “This is about Asmo, isn’t it?” he asked, surprisingly serious.
• “Huh?” You questioned, completely lost.
• “I’m afraid you have something called Hanahaki disease. It’s a disease that appears with unrequited love. I’ve seen how you look at Asmo.. You love him, don’t you?” Solomon shook his head apologetically.
• His words made your heart break ever so slightly. Obviously you had had a feeling that Asmo doesn’t return your feelings, but hearing it just like that from Solomon stung.
• Solomon lays down your options; either you have a surgery performed on you which causes you to forget about your feelings towards Asmodeus, you get him to love you back or you die.
• You straight up refused the surgery; you didn’t want to forget. You loved love, being in love and you loved Asmo. There was no way you could give it all up, as stupid as it sounds.
• So you clung to the delusional hope that maybe, just maybe, Asmo would learn to love you too if you tried hard enough.
• The next two months were torture. Your symptoms kept getting worse and you spent all your free time trying to impress Asmodeus. You kept telling yourself that if you become prettier, funnier, sexier and more compliant, Asmodeus would notice what’s right in front of him.
• Nothing changed, however. He still kept flirting with others, kept bringing demons back to his room, kept partying and kept treating you like a friend.
• Solomom tried to force you to confess to Asmo, but you knew it wouldn’t change a thing, so you just decided to save yourself from the embarrassment.
• One fateful evening, you were about to leave to Restaurant Six with the brothers when the all so familiar feeling hit you again. But this time, you couldn’t even make it to the bathroom before throwing up blood-stained petals. The world in front of you turned black momentarily as you hit the ground, feeling dizzy.
• Que horrified shrieks and shouts from the brothers; Lucifer started to dial to Diavolo and Asmo was holding your weak form as Levi spoke up. He explained the disease to the rest of the brothers and one by one, realization dawned on their faces as they offered you sympathetic smiles.
• Satan started to dial a doctor. Maybe the surgery could still be performed..
• Asmodeus was the last one to understand what was going on, surprisingly. But when he did, his eyes widened as tears started to stream down his face and he held you tighter.
• “MC.. Don’t die on me! You can’t leave me! I… I’ll learn to love you if you just stay with me! I’m sure I can! I’ll stop sleeping around, I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ll ever have.. Just let me prove it to you!” Asmo cried, his body shaking.
• You couldn’t help but smile sadly, “B-But you don’t love me now, d-do you..? Silly A-Asmo, you can’t force l-love… And t-that’s okay.. T-thank you for letting me love you..” You laughed breathlessly before coughing up even more flowers. You could barely breathe.
• Those were your last words before everything fell quiet. You were no longer in pain or suffocating, but you were also gone. Just like that, it was all over.
• After your death in his arms, Asmodeus went through a couple different phases; times when he completely abstained from flings, staying in his room instead of partying, just sleeping days away. Other times he would go out and party wilder than even before, sleep with even more demons than before and drink till he forgets you, your death, his name and his sorrow.

• Beelzebub was just perfect. He wasn’t only handsome, strong and cute, but also extremely kind, sweet, affectionate and protective. He was perfect boyfriend material! So it was no surprise when you realized you had fallen for the Avatar of Glutton.
• And you really thought you stood a chance by the way he treated you. He was always nice to you, found excuses to hang out with you, offered you hugs and cuddles and even shared his precious food with you! Aren’t those all positive signs?
• Or so you thought before one day as you were cuddling on the couch, watching a movie together, Beel sighed happily and exclaimed: “You’re like a sibling to me. You’ve really become part of the family, you know?”
• Those words sent you head spiraling and your throat welled up. You shot up from the couch and ran off, leaving the astounded demon behind.
• You made it to your room, locked the door and fell to the ground before coughing up some Zinnia petals. Horrified, you stared at the petals on the floor. Did those just come out of your lungs?! Had you eaten something weird?!
• Little did you know, this would become a recurring occurrence. Every time Beel tried to be nice to you, the suffocating feeling would return and you had to make a run for it. And knowing Beel, he was nice often.
• You almost wished he was meaner to you. Maybe then you would hurt less.
• In an attempt to avoid Beelzebub, you found yourself taking asylum in Leviathan’s room. Leviathan was chill to be around with; he didn’t bother you, you didn’t bother him; you just watched anime together or you watched him play his games. Not many unnecessary words were exchanged as Levi seemed to sense your sullen mood.
• One time when you were watching anime, you saw it. Some anime character throwing up petals in a similar fashion to you. The revelation made you tense up.
• You quickly forced Levi to explain everything he knew about this phenomena, almost frantic. Poor Levi shared his knowledge, not fully understanding your passionate reaction to such a common trope.
• From Levi, you learnt you had only a few choices; suffer and risk dying, try and make Beel love you back or undergo a surgery.
• After much contemplation, you formed a plan; you would confess your feelings to Beelzebub. There was a big chance this would backfire on you, but you were almost certain Beel would let you down easy and respect you for letting him know.
• From that, there were two ways it could go; either Beelzebub returns your affections or he doesn’t and you go and have that darned surgery.
• Confessing your feelings to your crush is never easy, especially after they’ve called you their sibling, but you somehow managed to do it.
• Beelzebub was taken aback by your confession, having not expected it. You watched as his cheeks turned pink, waiting for his answer anxiously.
• “MC, I… I don’t know what I feel… I always saw you as part of the family, but now… I’m not sure whether my feelings for you are platonic or not. I know I care about you a lot, I just don’t…” Beel struggled with his words, a lost look in his eyes.
• “I don’t have much time, Beel, I either need you to be sure about your feelings to me or I have to undergo this surgery that will remove my romantic feelings for you.. If I don’t, I’ll die..” You sigh, your heart was aching but you knew this was the only way.
• “No!” Beelzebub suddenly shouted, surprising you, “I mean.. I don’t want you to.. Die.. And well.. I don’t want you to forget about me, either..” Beel mumbled, looking at the ground.
• Beel, look, it’s alright if you don’t love me. I understand. But if you don’t, just tell me so I can cure myself.“ You try to explain it to him one more time.
• "But.. I do love you, MC! A lot! It’s just difficult for me to differentiate these feelings.. But I think.. I think I love you.” He finally admits, taking your hands into his large hands. He’s warm.
• And while you were suspicious of his words, you decided to wait for a few days to test it out.
• Much to your surprise, you never once coughed up flower petals again. He really did love you back, even if he sometimes struggled to show how deep his feelings exactly ran.

• Belphegor didn’t know how you did it. How you had managed to forgive him, become friends with him and eventually find your way into his heart. Your very presence made him feel genuinely happy and hopeful for the first time since Lilith’s death. And he cherished those emotions you made him feel.
• Honestly, it took him a while to notice that anything was wrong. He kept coughing up anemone petals in his sleep, waking up with random petals on his pillow. At first he thought someone was bring him flowers, pranking him or that he was simply dreaming it.
• Only when he started to cough them up while he was awake did he get alarmed. He didn’t fully understand what was going on, but he had a bad feeling about it.
• Belphegor ignored it at first, too lazy to do anything about it, hoping it would just go away.
• But the problem persisted and got worse. The coughing fits were becoming so frequent and violent he would wake up from them in pain. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide it from everyone.
• The answer came to him in his dream; in this dream, Belphegor was in a large library in the human world as an old tome caught his attention. As if transfixed, he walked up to the book and opened it, the words “Hanahaki” and “Disease” catching his attention.
• Belphegor read the chapter on Hanahaki disease as the realization dawned on him. He was in love with you but you did not reciprocate his feelings and this could be fatal.
• Knowing you didn’t love him hurt, but he also felt like he deserved this heartbreak after everything he had put you through. Maybe this is his chance to prove himself and to cleanse himself. Maybe this was his catharsis.
• So when he woke up, he decided to do nothing about it. Maybe if you saw all the pain he went through for you, you would actually forgive him and maybe even learn to love him. Or at the very least, maybe Belphegor could finally forgive himself.
• But it didn’t go like that. Belphegor’s illness kept getting worse but his guilt remained the same.
• Around that time, Beelzebub started to realize something was wrong with his twin and decided to confront him.
• Belphegor, not wanting to lie to his dear twin brother, admitted to everything. Beelzebub, understandingly, was horrified, and told Belphie to accept the surgery.
• At first Belphie refused but stopped in his tracks when he saw Beel breaking down. Beel was shaking and crying, holding onto Belphie’s shoulders with a strong, desperate grip.
• “Belphie.. Please.. I know you love MC, but.. I can’t bare to lose you.. I already lost Lilith.. Losing you.. I don’t know how I could go on..” Beel kept hiccuping, his low voice trembling.
• Seeing Beelzebub like that made Belphie reconsider his choice. He had a long discussion about it with Beelzebub before he decided to undergo the surgery. Just for his twin.
• After the surgery, Beel was happy again. Belphegor.. Didn’t feel much anything at all. Life was back to being bleak and dull; nothing seemed to interest him anymore. He still treated you the same, but his actions were lacking certain warmth that was there before whether you noticed it or not. At least Beel was happy, he kept telling himself.

A/N:Hello if you made it this far! Please let me know which one was your favorite or the saddest one in your opinion :) I hope you liked my post and that the brothers weren’t completely ooc.