Erik x Reader (One shots/ Scenarios)

Hanahaki Disease! Reader

Request by: Balance376

Everyone should know what this is so I won't explain, but if you don't just ask and I or someone else will explain hehe

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   Erik watches me intensely from his spot on the organ piano. His fingers move swiftly across the keys without even needing to look. It's amazing seeing a master at work. My eyes focus on his hands while I sing his song. He has been making me practice this song for weeks now, it is tiring and recently I feel like I have been going nowhere with it. My throat has been killing me, but he still makes me sing. I fear this song is killing me. I fear the man in front of me is killing me. 

   His song is enchanting and brilliant but I do not want to sing it anymore. These words of love he forces me to bring into the air is painful. Erik's ballad is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard and yet one of the most horrible. We both sympathize with the words deeply, but differently. I know this song he wrote was based on his feelings for Christine Daaé, his muse, while my feelings lie with him instead. How funny that I sing my deepest feelings to him while he daydreams of another person. How cruel that this happens to be my fate.

   The lyrics twist up inside me and become caught in my throat. Searing pain races throughout my chest as I try to hold back the coughing fit that is inevitable. The weeping vines twist around inside my body, the thorns pierce me in places I didn't know I could even feel in. The garden of my heart spreads until I can't handle it anymore.

   In intense pain, my coughs racked my body. I bend over with my hands hiding my mouth. I can't let Erik see. I can't let Erik know. 

   He shouldn't know his blindness is literally killing me. 

   A few petals cough up into my hands, I quickly hide them in my fists so he doesn't see them. At least it was only petals this time. 

   He jolts up from his seat with worry, he rests his gentle hand upon my back. He rubs soothingly to try and help, "Are you sick? You should've told me if you have a cold. You shouldn't work so hard while not feeling well. I don't want your throat to be damaged."

   Too late for that, I think to myself. 

   Once I am able to control my coughs I awkwardly back away. His touch doesn't help, it only leaves me yearning for more. More of what is impossible to have. He notices my tension and backs away too. I force a smile to try and relieve this situation, "Yes, I'm sick unfortunately. I should go."

   "Come back when you feel better, we will practice more then."

   I ignore what he says and just quickly grab my things and leave his lair. My heart twinges in pain as I stand at his door. What if I can't come back? I know there isn't much time left, my final moments with him can't be so rushed. 

   I turn to face him, his hand stays on the door as he pauses letting me out. There are so many things I want to say to him, but none of them are right. He is happy with his Christine, it would be wrong to show my view. Tears well up in my eyes as I say sincerely, "You mean everything to me." 

   I turn away again and walk off. When I hear the door shut it takes everything in me to not fall to the ground and cry. My despair makes me weak, but so does the burning sensation in my lungs. With every breath I feel the petals flutter. With every word I feel the thorns dig deeper. With every note I take in less and less air. I'm not sure how much more I can take.

   It is possible to get surgery to remove the infestation of vegetation, but how could I? The drawbacks are more painful than the symptoms. Losing my sense of love is less than desirable. The warmth and joy of being in love with Erik is something I can't give up. It is too beautiful, too one of a kind. Love will kill me, that is fine. 

   I make my way slowly through the twists and turns of this underground world. Every step away from Erik is the more I think of him. I love him so badly it hurts.

   My steps slow down more and more as the pain in my lungs worsen. The more it hurts makes me think even more of Erik. This never-ending circle will be my demise. 

   Walking has become too much work, I sit down beside the water to try and catch my breath. My hand clutches the cloth at my chest as I take in slow and ragged breaths. Flowers consume my lungs, I can feel them crawling up to my throat. I collapse onto my side as I violently cough. Petals and flowers come up along with blood. My eyes blur with tears as I watch the water dance with floating flowers. 

   I thought I had a little more time. 

   In my panic my body makes me throw up, more and more plant life appears as I do. Every retch  is more painful than the last. It is almost impossible to breathe from all the vomit and the flowers taking over. After a minute I am able to stop throwing up, now I can just lie on my side while struggling to breathe. My breathing only comes out as wheezing. 

   I grasp my neck as I feel myself lose consciousness. My vision fades in and out as I watch my flowers of despair float back to where Erik lives. Ah Erik...I love you so much.

   My eyes close as I take my last breath ever. I love you.