RanPoe Oneshots! (And drabbles) (Discontinued)

Hanahaki

Lavender- Love, devotion

Purple hyacinth- I am sorry, forgive me, sorrow

Cherry Blossom- False Hope

Striped Carnation- No, I wish I could be with you.

Forget-Me-Not- True love, memories

Freesia- Innocence, trust

Bluebell- Humility

Daffodil- Regard, unrequited love, you're the only one

Bittersweet- Truth

Basil- Hatred

Thornapple- I dreamed of thee

//summary- Poe gets Hanahaki disease when Ranpo defeats him, and spends six years trying to write a book that will beak Ranpo. After that encounter, he realizes his love. Will he confess? Will Ranpo find out? Or will he die? Read this to find out! Also, the flowers listed above are the one's Poe coughs up, not in that order. I bolded the meaning I wanted to empathize.//

//prepare for angst!//

Hanahaki disease. A disease that stemmed from one sided love, a disease that had Poe clutched in its thorny roots. It had originated six years ago. When Ranpo had first beat him, after Ranpo left, he could feel something clogging his throat, and then he had erupted in coughs.

Blood was dripping in his mouth, he could feel the roots tightening. He had brought his hand to his mouth, catching a bloody bluebell. Humility. Horror had painted itself onto Poe's face, his hands shook. Tears pooled in his eyes. Even Karl had backed away, squeaking nervously. He had then fallen onto his knees, tears and blood mixing together.

The next flower was a basil. Hatred. He had then dedicated the next six years into beating Ranpo. Joining the the Guild was a last resort, even though he showed loyalty to the organization. By then, he was coughing up lavenders. Devotion. Right after Ranpo had beaten him... he had begun coughing up daffodils. Unrequited love... Sometimes Edgar wondered how it had come to this.

Then Ranpo had invited Poe to the party. He had accepted hesitantly, what's the worst that could happen? He would die soon anyways. He had went, Karl perched on his shoulder as always. Right before he left, he had coughed up a cherry blossom. False hope. He tossed the flower down, walking towards the Agency, dragging his feet.

He had actually had a good time, even though he had no idea how to socialize. The day after, he had begun coughing up thornapples. I dreamed of thee. And then, a week later, he had coughed up a bittersweet. Truth. He had come to term with his emotions. He loved Ranpo. There was no denying it.

Their friendship progressed, with Edgar's frequent visits to the Agency and Ranpo's frequent visits to Edgar's apartment. Forget-me-nots were the next flowers to be coughed up. Memories. He hoped Ranpo remembered him after he was gone. He had begun writing little notes as the disease worsened, the roots tightening their grip on him.

They were conversing a week after Poe had coughed up Freesia. Trust. And then a striped carnation. I wish I could be with you. And then Ranpo had found out. After an offhand comment at the Agency. "I'm not trying to be a Kunikida, but I want someone fitting for me. Just as good. Poe-kun, you'll help me, right? You're my best friend!" The rest of the Agency were listening, despite their act of working.

They hadn't expected tears to gather in Poe's eyes, loud hacking coughs echoing throughout the building. Even Fukuwaza was drawn out of the office from the intensity of the coughs. They stared in horror as blood dripped from the author's mouth, purple petals fluttering to the ground, covered in blood. Karl had hid with Ranpo, as a few weeks ago, Edgar had given Karl to the detective.

Ranpo had questioned why, but Edgar only stared with equal sadness and heartbreak. Ranpo had stopped questioning him once he saw the tears pooling in Edgar's eyes.

Now, the purple hyacinth revealed itself, dropping to the floor, landing in the pool of blood and tears. And then, all the flowers he had coughed out before Came rushing back, bluebells, basils, lavenders, daffodils, cherry blossoms, apple thorns, bittersweets, forget me nots, freesias, carnations, and a single hyacinth. The author had collapsed, head lolling to the side, tears in his eyes. It didn't take a sharp mind to know who Edgar loved.

Ranpo took a step forwards, ignoring the chaos of the Agency. He had cupped Poe's cheek, kissing his soft lips. Poe had froze, before relaxing. He could feel the roots withering, dying. Ranpo backed away, clasping Poe's hands with his own, tears shining in his eyes. "I'm so sorry I was blind... I love you." And the roots disappeared completely.

Poe would wake up with nightmares, even weeks later. Occasionally he would still cough up blood, but Ranpo was there for him. A year had passed, and the two were married. The agency had never completely forgotten, but they were happy for the couple.

I'm sorry. For loving you.

That was a note Ranpo had found, and had deduced it was from when Poe was still coughing up flowers. And his heart cracked again, he kept looking throughout the apartment, finding more and more notes similar to the first. His heart cracked. Poe was out, shopping for more clothes. When Poe had returned, he was shocked to be greeted by s testy eyed Ranpo.

His eyes flicked to the bouquet of red roses in his hand. Poe had dropped the clothes, hugging  Ranpo tightly.

"I love you."