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Hanahaki Disease [Macaque]

YALL HOW AM I JUST FINDING OUT ABOUT THIS.

[CW: Blood]

OKAY SO BASIC RUNDOWN: Hanahaki disease is a fictional sickness where someone begins coughing up flower petals because they've fallen for another. It blocks up the airways, the victim coughs up blood and is fatal if they do not profess to their love on time

Plot: You've fallen hard for Macaque and catch the fictional disease hanahaki and almost die to preserve your secret until Macaque convinces you to tell him who your crush is [angst and fluff]

OKAY, ON TO THE FIC.
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Macaque. How would you describe him?

Well, goody two shoes would describe him as an emotionless monster who is just an enemy and nuisance to the world. Sun Wukong made him like that though, so middle fingers in the air for him.

You though? You would describe him as a great- no, amazing friend! How you two even got to know each other is unknown, but all that matters is that the both of you hated the Monkey King equally.

Days you weren't working, you would be training with Macaque or hanging out with him and making fun of people on the streets. Macaque agreed to train you since you had potential in you to fight. A lot of potential.

It was a rough process, but you did get the hang of it eventually and you were able to knock Macaque down once during training. He was stunned for a moment, at a loss for words, you were too. But he got up with a smirk, "Nice job, moonie! You managed to knock me down! You're gettin' the hang of this!" He ruffled your hair.

"Holy shit, I'll be able to best you!" You snark, pointing your spear at Macaque. "I wouldn't go that far" He retorted. "Sure thing, weirdo, whatever you say" You smirked, twirling the spear around in your hand. He let out a faint chuckle, "Who knew pretty people could make handsome men fall for them?" He turned his back to you and left the dojo.

You felt heat rise to your face, your limbs going all sluggish. That's the moment you caught feelings for Macaque.

Every time you were around the simian, you couldn't help but feel a bit flustered, you knew how to hide your emotions damn well, but when he would talk to you in his smooth and cocky tone- it took every ounce in you to not lose your composure.

After a few months of knowing him, your feelings grew- tremendously. And he started acting more flirty around you, obviously, you told yourself he was just joking around, trying to get a reaction out of you.

It wasn't until one day you felt sick during training. He took notice of your pale face and lolling eyes. "Hey, moonie, you doing okay?" He asked as he paused mid-sparring. You looked up at him, your arms shaking as you dropped your spear. "It's probably something I ate" You sat down on the hard floor, planting your hand on your forehead and closing your eyes to try and cope with the headache you had.

"Maybe we shouldn't train today" He suggested, placing his weapon down as he approached you. "No, I'm good, just a headache" You picked up your spear, digging the end into the ground to help support you. You tried standing up, but your legs gave out, Macaque caught you before you could fall down and hurt yourself. The spear clattered on the floor. "Woah-ho. 'Kay, how about you take the day off?"

He brushed your hair aside from your face, revealing your pale skin. "Sure thing, macaroni" You chuckled weakly. He just let out a breathy laugh, "Only assholes like you can crack jokes even when they're sick" He remarked sarcastically. He opened a portal before him to your apartment.

He walked over to your couch, gently setting you down into the cushions. You were to weak to even look him in the eye. What the hell happened? You were as bright as the sun this morning, how did you suddenly end up being so weak you couldn't even wiggle your fingers. "You probably caught something, you got medicine 'round here?" He started rummaging through your cabinets.