#hanhaki

[sicklyworm]

Kavehathim modern Hanhaki Au BUT it's major character death because it takes place in America and the medical professionals refuse to take Kaveh seriously because he isn't insured.

[mishadventuresofcastiel-blog]

Two headcanons for my "Just a Little Complicated" AU.

1. Shiro does have the Hanahaki for Keith, but it's still in the early stages. Just flowers and the occasional blood. He's told Keith he has the Hanahaki already, just not who it's for, and it's driving him bonkers because he's slowly dying and is too scared to tell Keith "hey I'm in love with you".

2. Keith's full Korean name is Park Kyungjae, but he hates it and thinks its a mouthful to say. So, he uses Keith instead of Kyungjae, despite how strange "Park Keith" or "Keith Park" sounds. Only Shiro knows about his full name (other than his college administrators and deans and professors, you get the gist). Shiro likes saying Keith's Korean name to calm him down when he's upset or going full-blown pissy rage fight mode, and Keith has to admit that it's endearing to hear from someone like Shiro.

3. Keith has glasses! He doesn't wear them very often because he has contacts, but he'll wear them at home. They're black glasses, wide-rimmed at the top and thin wire at the bottom of the lenses. Y'all know what I mean.

4. Keith is mixed Mexican and Korean. Krolia is Mexican (her maiden name being Krolia Rosa Hernandez) and because of that his skin tone is slightly darker than the average Korean, but the Korean shows more than the Spanish. He's fluent in both languages, Spanish and Korean, because he spoke Korean to his father and Spanish with his mother.

5. Shiro has no idea what the word 'sleep' means, and there are several nights when he FaceTimes with Keith until one of them falls asleep. "Sleep who, bitch?"

6. Keith likes BTS. His bias is Jimin.

7. Shiro listens to a lot of different things, from EDM to J-Pop and everything in between. He kinda chuckles when there's English lyrics in a J-Pop song, because sometimes the words have nothing to do with the song. Japanglish!

[mothmanglue]

Hanahaki Disease

Hanahaki Disease An illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings will disappear along with the petals.

It felt like choking, a suffocating feeling in your lungs like drowning while being able to breathe at the same time. Inhaling felt like wishing death upon yourself feeding oxygen to something that was trying to steal it from you; exhaling came with the risk of coughing up petals and if you are so unlucky as to get roses, blood. It was tragically beautiful.

The corpses of those who died from it caused quite an uproar in gruesome and morbid art, people willingly letting themselves fall in love with someone they knew would never love them back in hopes of dying beautiful. A few people who contracted the disease would write on their will if they would like pictures of their corpse or if they’d rather people leave it.

It was horrifically glorified despite the death risk, no one really cared about who you were or how much pain you were in, they only cared about the story, or about how you’d look when you’d die. No one cared about the many suicides of people who felt like they couldn’t go on when they realized they had the sickness and knew they had no chance. And even then people would call their stories “Romeo and Juliet.” saying it was a good sob story to hear about. It was better to not tell people about it they only cared about trivial things, not about how much pain you were in emotionally and physically.

Emotionally the whole thing was a rollercoaster no matter how it was dealt with or not dealt with. You could keep the flowers in, in desperate hope your love would reciprocate before you suffocated with the flowers of unrequited love; but it rarely happened, so many people would die finding themselves having less time than they thought they had and would be dead on the floor flowers sprouting from their mouth feeding off the dead tissue like fertilizer. Or there was surgery, letting some doctor cut you open and kill the flowers and your feelings towards your love; but it was expensive rarely could the average person pay for it, rarely did people want it. Finding their love towards the person too strong to give up and they’d die too. Finally there was the unspoken third option, kill yourself before the flowers killed you but no one thought this was a good option unless you were able to make it look good.

The whole ordeal felt poetic dying from the seed of love. Dying from something that couldn’t be stopped as easily as people hoped. Love wasn’t an easy ailment, it would stick with you till you died which for some people meant they would be killed by love. Feeling yourself suffocate, unable to breathe, unable to feel your body as it slowly goes numb and taken away from you by a beautiful parasite that doesn’t care about who you are, or what you have in life it was a punishment wanting to take you down for feeling the most basic of human emotions. It was almost as if God had decided “This is your punishment, this is what you get for feeling love.” Which was hard for a lot of people no one wanted to think their child could die from a crush they got on the kid in class B, no one wanted to believe they could die from an affair they were having on their assistant.

The amount of people taken was frightening, children and teenagers wiped out by the plenty all ages all sexes all races and all sexualities. The amount of death made many a person scared to fall in love in fear of feeling the blooms of it quite literally in their lungs. Some of the deaths were just inspired by the disease, people swallowing plant seeds without thinking and choking, people trying to eat plants of all types, terrified parents killing their children in fear of them dying too early from Hanahaki.

Fear and beauty the two side effects no one saw coming from this horrific outbreak. The covens of people who’d worship the disease for being a tragic beauty no one saw plausible and the terrified groups of people scared that one day they will fall in love and die.

Hanahaki Disease, born from unrequited love where flowers sprout from an innocent hope and cause you to suffocate on the seed of love that blooms into flowers in your lungs causing you to cough up petals till the love is requited or removed and your life will live on in fear, or you die and your body is on sale for all to see and you get no sympathy beyond a few fake tears.