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Florist (Vyn x Reader)

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Reads 9,239
Votes 363
Parts 19
Time 15m

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hanahaki tw
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Your heart doesn't feel alive, even though it clearly beats, but towards Vyn and your sweet garden, flowers seem to bloom and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach tearing you apart.
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Inspired by the song, I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry.
Probably a whole lot of OOC(out of character)

Yall I wrote this the night(well, actually day) b4 a final exam at 5AM, my brain wanted a obsessive mc, so that's what happened.All Rights Reserved

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Unspoken Melodies and Wilted Flowers by RionevA

Zhiyu never knew when his love for Wyen began-perhaps it had always been there, quietly blooming like a flower in the shade. It was soft, delicate, and filled with warmth, growing with every shared laugh, every late-night conversation, every moment where Wyen's presence made the world a little brighter. But love, as magical as it seemed, could also be cruel. Zhiyu realized this the moment Wyen excitedly introduced his girlfriend. Time seemed to stop. The words felt distant, muffled, as if he were underwater. His heart clenched so painfully that he wondered if it had shattered entirely. But he smiled. He smiled so naturally, so flawlessly, as if the ache in his chest didn't exist. "Congratulations," he said, his voice unwavering, though his whole world was collapsing around him. From a distance, Yangxie watched. His gaze was fixed on Zhiyu-not on his lips that curved into a perfect smile, but on his eyes. Eyes that held a storm, a sadness too deep to be hidden, even behind the most practiced mask. That night, Zhiyu curled into himself in the darkness of his room, the suffocating pain finally breaking free. Silent tears turned into quiet sobs, and then into gasping cries as he clutched his chest. His body trembled as he choked on something-something that wasn't just sorrow. Cough. Cough. Again and again, until his throat burned. And then- A petal. Soft, delicate, tinged with crimson. Zhiyu stared at it, his breath hitching. A gerbera petal. His favorite flower. Wyen's favorite flower. His hands shook as more petals followed, slipping past his lips like the love he could never confess. It hurt-it hurt so much. But no matter how much he bled, how many petals he coughed up, he knew one thing for certain: Wyen would never love him back.

Why...(Hanahaki disease/Izuocha) by Addicted_to_Insomnia

WARNING: IT'S A VERY SHITTY FANFIC READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This is a Izuocha hanahaki disease fanfiction. This is my first fanfiction book/story that I made, so if it's bad then I'll understand why you stopped reading it. Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi Picture does not belong to me I just edited it and all the art in this book.

A Bullet With Butterfly Wings by thecarnival_isover

You were dying in the most beautiful way, suffocated by the blooms that sprouted in your lungs, and it was all his fault... The fault of the man who would never return your feelings. Maybe it was time to give up on Jotaro Kujo? He would never love you anyway... (Original on Ao3)

Glass and Thorns [Miraculous] by chats_lady

"You made flowers grow in my lungs and, although they are beautiful, I cannot breathe." ~ ❄️ Chat Noir's heart is turning into glass. A glass heart starts to form when one confesses their love, and is rejected. The only way to cure a glass heart is for the victim to move on. If the victim does not move on, they will suffer for eternity as their heart slowly turns to glass and prevents them from feeling love at all. The victim would be cold and alone forever. 🌸 Marinette suffers from Hanahaki Disease. Hanahaki Disease spreads by not confessing your true love. Victims will cough up petals while thorns choke their heart. The only cure is when the beloved returns their feelings, and if they don't return the love, the victim will die. Can the two find a way to cure themselves before it's too late? [Mostly MariChat Fanfiction, but includes all ships!] - INFO - Finished! Art on cover belongs to me! Follow my instagram for art related to the story (Link in Bio) Editor: @Bp2kGb [Thank You!!] - RANKS - #1 - Roses (5/20/20) #1 - MiraculousLadybug (6/3/20) #1 - Cherry Blossom (7/19/20)

Write 'n Roll ~ Solangelo Hanahaki by KingTired

When Will woke up that morning, he didn't guess that the day would change his life. I guess you never realize that something's a big moment until long after the fact, that's always been true. You don't typically wake up and know "today I'm going to meet the love of my life." Though, that's just how it works, sometimes. Note: This is a Hanahaki fic so. Research that, don't like, don't read. Tw: Puking, mentions of medication, mentions of anxiety, panic attack description in chapter 21 Cover Art Credit: Cindersart on Tumblr

I felt the winds you felt then (so does that count as your embrace) (Xiaoven) by Celestialstar3

Where the flower blooms, it wilts when not watered. And where love blooms, it takes you with it when not reciprocated. . . . It all started when Xiao received a call from an unknown number in the middle of the night, surrounded by the bloody petals that came from his very own heart. "You're dead, you're dead, but why can I hear you?" *** A Xiaoven angst fic. Completed on AO3. Updates here every week.

When The Ink Flows by Samayra_Sahi

Lately she's been overthinking. . . and she wants to write. Cuz writing is the best remedy for this. This platform happens to be the best place for her 'fantasies' to let flow... through her ink...🌷 'When the Ink Flows' is a journal with entries that brings forth my imaginations for you to feel... If you know, you know! 😉 ***Note: Here each entry is a stand-alone. Some entries may have its continued parts in later entries*** So read all the entries... Well, not always her fantasies are just fantasies but realities...you never know!🤭 If you do read my journals, do comment.. comments are intrseting to read obviously 😁 Also give an upvote! It's totally free!!🌻🫰

Blue Strings - Will You Fall In Love, With Time? by Annieven04

(under editing, interested ones may reach out to me) In the symphony of love, their melodies intertwined, yet fate's chorus whispered no promise of forever. In a journey where hearts yearned but souls wandered apart, they discovered that true love sometimes meant embracing the courage to release, for the sake of finding happiness in the echoes of what could have been. ... SNEAK A PEAK Never have I ever thought that one day, I'll wake up to hear these words from a person I love the most, romantically. I pushed him back, I held him by his shoulders and pinned to the wall. I know I wrongfully confined him, but how dare he? 'You dare question my love for you?" I raised my voice. He is surprised, he widened his little eyes, those I would love to stare at all day or may be he is shocked as well. HAHA!! I Find it annoyingly funny how easily he quoted 'Thank god, You didn't love me too deep in the ocean', "Oh darling, wait till you drown inside and ask for my help when you can't swim to the shore" I retorted and defended my love.

Eternal Curse : 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞 | unedited by __hwang__

Eternal Curse Series Hanahaki, a delicate affliction woven from the threads of unrequited love, where the heart becomes a garden of sorrow. Petals bloom within the chest, each blossom a silent testament to yearning, vibrant and haunting. With every breath, a whisper of longing unfurls, choking the spirit as beauty and pain entwine. In a world touched by the mysterious affliction of hanahaki, where unrequited love manifests as blooming flowers in the heart, Adam found himself ensnared by his feelings for his best friend, Gina. Their laughter echoed through their days, a beautiful melody that masked the longing brewing within him. As weeks passed, Adam felt the first stirrings of petals forming in his throat, each blossom a silent plea for her love. He watched Gina, radiant and blissfully unaware, her joy amplifying the ache in his heart. The more he tried to hide his feelings, the more the flowers choked him, vibrant yet suffocating. One afternoon, in a quiet field, Adam knelt among wildflowers, tears streaming down his cheeks as petals began to fall from his lips. "Why can't you see me?" he whispered, the weight of his love pressing down on him. Just then, a shadow fell across him. He looked up to see Gina standing there, eyes wide with concern. "Adam, are you okay?" In that moment, he knew he had to decide: reveal his feelings and risk losing their friendship forever, or suffer in silence as the petals continued to bloom.

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Unspoken Melodies and Wilted Flowers

Zhiyu never knew when his love for Wyen began-perhaps it had always been there, quietly blooming like a flower in the shade. It was soft, delicate, and filled with warmth, growing with every shared laugh, every late-night conversation, every moment where Wyen's presence made the world a little brighter. But love, as magical as it seemed, could also be cruel. Zhiyu realized this the moment Wyen excitedly introduced his girlfriend. Time seemed to stop. The words felt distant, muffled, as if he were underwater. His heart clenched so painfully that he wondered if it had shattered entirely. But he smiled. He smiled so naturally, so flawlessly, as if the ache in his chest didn't exist. "Congratulations," he said, his voice unwavering, though his whole world was collapsing around him. From a distance, Yangxie watched. His gaze was fixed on Zhiyu-not on his lips that curved into a perfect smile, but on his eyes. Eyes that held a storm, a sadness too deep to be hidden, even behind the most practiced mask. That night, Zhiyu curled into himself in the darkness of his room, the suffocating pain finally breaking free. Silent tears turned into quiet sobs, and then into gasping cries as he clutched his chest. His body trembled as he choked on something-something that wasn't just sorrow. Cough. Cough. Again and again, until his throat burned. And then- A petal. Soft, delicate, tinged with crimson. Zhiyu stared at it, his breath hitching. A gerbera petal. His favorite flower. Wyen's favorite flower. His hands shook as more petals followed, slipping past his lips like the love he could never confess. It hurt-it hurt so much. But no matter how much he bled, how many petals he coughed up, he knew one thing for certain: Wyen would never love him back.