Hamilton Oneshots!

Flowers {Anthony x Hanahaki! Reader}

I've had this idea since like I started this book. we can never get enough of anthony tho XD

pairing; anthony ramos x hanahaki! reader

time; modern

warnings; some blood

type of oneshot; mostly fluff but some sad

requested?; nope

for those of you clueless beans, the hanahaki disease is a fictional disease in which a person throws up flower petals when in a one-sided love. if they get surgery, they will never love that person again, and the petals will go away. if they don't and the person never loves them back, the petals will grow into flowers, eventually killing the person. however, if the person's love gets returned, the petals will disappear... christ that was a long paragraph lets just get on with this

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Your POV

I had seen the Hanahaki disease in my teen years... a lot. I was always watching my friends fall in and out of love, helping them live through the many flower petals. I vowed myself then to never fall in love.

Of course, life had other plans. I joined the wonderful cast of Hamilton: An American Musical. I met the even more wonderful Anthony Ramos... and fell in love with him.

Anthony... where was I to even begin about him? His talent was beyond indescribable. He could sing, he loved dancing around and being funny. He had the best personality and just to top it off, he looked amazing. So very unlike my 'brother', Groffsauce, I was straight.

Groff wasn't my actual brother, of course. We had just known each other for a long, long time. We've been best friends since the day we met. And he was the only one that knew about my crush... and the petals (besides my other close friend, Thayne).

The petals... the bane of my existence. I don't know how I did it, but I convinced myself Anthony didn't love me. But how could he? Him and Jazzy were like two peas in a pod. Almost always together, they made each other laugh and smile. Just the thought of it makes me want to throw up my lily petals. I swear though every now and again I see a lily rather than a petal... it's quite scary some days. But I'd rather live with the petals until I die than lose the feeling of loving Anthony. Stupid on my part, I know.

My lily petals were always quite random; I never knew when they would show up. Luckily, they never did during shows, and it was only during my few free times when they actually did. Like right now.

Currently, I was stuck in a bathroom, coughing up semi-bloody white petals. Thayne was knelt next to me, rubbing my back calmly.

"This sucks..." I muttered, spitting out a lily petal. There was a tingly feeling in the back of my throat as 'That Would Be Enough' faintly was heard.

"I know, (N/N). I'm sure you'll get through it," Thayne responded.

"I hope--" I was cut of by the tingly feeling shooting up, causing me to gag and hunch over the toilet bowl. A bloody lily dropped into the toilet, and I could taste the copper of the blood.

Thayne sighed and hugged me from behind. "You'll get better one day, (N/N)."

He handed me a tissue he had brought with him and I wiped my mouth, grabbing my water bottle by my feet and standing up. Thayne stood up as I uncapped my water, trying to rid of the nasty copper taste.