Different AUs

Hanahaki AU

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Alluka is nothing if not an avid planner. She studies, and she learns, and she makes plan after plan for situation after situation. Most don't get used, replaced for better suited spur-of-the-moment ideas, but she still makes them. The only one she ever expects to use is with the disease.

Like with agents, she get obsessed when she's young. Her mother keeps pressed flowers hanging around her room, brilliant red and orange chrysanthemums that look almost like fire. She talks about how hard it was until she confessed sometimes. Alluka listens with rapt attention, and dreams of loving someone enough that flowers bloom in her lungs.

She never realizes how painful it is.

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Alluka falls in love easily. She learns, when she coughs up red and white carnations at the age of 5, staring at the video of a famous singer. She confesses through a letter, handwritten and nearly illegible, and gets a response in kind, one that makes the flowers bubble and bloom. They disappear after that, but she keeps two intertwined red and white, preserved in plastic of some sort. She keeps up a steady pen pal-ship with the singer until she's ten, when the man suddenly stops responding. She wonders what happened.

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Her next flowers are from Kasandra. Bright orange and black Hyacinths that sprout like weeds under her skin, and she had no trouble admitting her feelings. Kasandra laughs and hurts her, and Alluka's love fades to admaration. A pair of dried Hyacinths stay placed on her desk, though.

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Alluka's plan always involves three steps.

1.Wait and see.

She waits, and most of the time it goes away on it's own. She has jars filled with petals from various coworkers, agents, and people on her desk, suspended in the same plastic like thing that contains Kasandra's flowers.

2.Confess.

She only does this after the first fully formed flower is coughed up, and usually is given the rejection she needs to move on.

3.Remove.

This becomes the option in two scenarios. One, is that she is unable to confess for some reason, whether it be fear or embarrassment. Two, is if she does confess, gets rejected, but the feelings don't go away. She knows getting the surgery removes all feelings related to the person, but, she decides, nothing is going to stop her from becoming an agent. Not even love.

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She glides through her early years in a haze of constant petals. She realizes, at some point, it's probably why her pain tolerance is so high. She lived constantly with the feeling of choking on her own emotions, and now? It's not much different.

As the years pass by, her table is now full of flowers. Each a different kind and from different people.

She keeps each one on her desk, perfectly preserved, and she grins when her friends wonder why she always smells like flowers.

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Her roses grow thorns, at some point. She is coughing one up, and blood comes with it, speckled and bitter. She feels the metallic taste in the back of her throat, feels more flowers on the way, and she laughs.