Hey I tried to request this last month but was too late, and I don’t think this is nsfw at all so maybe some Shirou Emiya and a reader who has Hanahaki syndrome for him? I’d be interested in both human or servant version, so pick whichever
Not NSFW at all! This is a fun request, thank you for resending it in! I’m going to do a combination of human and servant.\
Warnings: Diseases, Coughing up Flowers, Implied Blood, Implied Body Horror, Implied Canon Typical Violence, Mentions of Unrequited Love
The yellow petals only show up in the middle of the night. You wake up and they’re on the edge of your pillow, drool surrounding them. You’re not an idiot. You can feel the way your breathing has gotten harder but you ignore it. There’s no way that you’re into him. Never.
Your thoughts don’t stop the yellow flowers and eventually you look them up. Black-eyed Susans. You snort and watch only from a distance, ignoring the tickles in your throat and vowing not to talk to him. It doesn’t stop the petals from getting worse, even when you’ve never had a conversation with Shirou Emiya.
It’s a different story when a man in red breaks into your house in the middle of the night. He’s unlike anyone you’ve ever seen and it doesn’t take you long to realize that something crazy is going on. He doesn’t introduce himself, grabbing you and jumping out of the window. Your apartment building goes up in flames and you want to scream until the world listens to you for once.
Encouragement. Motivation. Justice. That’s what your flowers represent. It’s only as you watch Shirou and Archer fight that you begin to understand what they mean. Why these are the flowers to represent your love. You can’t contain your coughing, Rin wrapping an arm around your shoulders as your lungs burn. Petals scatter across the floor and it’s poetic, in a fucked up way. You gasp and look both, two pairs of identical eyes staring back at you. You don’t know what to say when you’re breathing gets easier and neither do they.













