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A Guide to Fanfiction Tropes and Genres:

🟪I made this cuz honestly, why not lol. For people who are beginners to the fanfiction universe. For anyone who wants to get a glimpse of what this world is like and the common themes used in this "off-the-wall piece of literature". Could be for research purposes or for curiosity, or maybe you want to start writing stuff but not sure what things you might use. No matter who is reading this, I hope this guide helps you.

--I also made this for myself, as a lil handbook to look at while categorizing the fanfics i collect in my blog.

🟦There are genres/topes/themes which you won't be seeing much or any at all particularly in my blog; but I wanted to add them to the lists anyways because they are widely used in fanfiction. I tried to include the main, most common things used in fanfics. Because in reality, the possibilities in a fanfic are endless.

--Many of these are self explanatory so I didn't add extra info to most of them.

This may be used by other fandoms as well. Since this is a Jungkook based account, he is used for some of the examples. You can replace him with anyone you wish to write/read about.

🟥I added most things myself from the knowledge accumulated through my years of experience in fanfiction consumption. For the things I thought I might have missed, I used multiple websites and a reddit post as a referance, which I will credit their links at the very end.

🟫Shoutout to chatgpt for alphabetizing my lists in the end. It would take me ages to edit this

🟩 If you think there is anything I missed, feel free to contact me, I can always edit this post to add new things.

PS: I chose to omit much of the specificities of explicit content (such as specific kinks). I tried to keep things a bit chill. Most likely the authors will include the details of the explicit events in their explanation section. You will know what they are when you see them.

Genres:

Action

Adventure

Apocalypse/Post-Apocalypse

Comedy/Humor/Parody/Satire

Coming Of Age

Contemporary

Crime

Cyberpunk/Steampunk

Drama

Dystopian/Utopia

Fairy Tale

Family

Fantasy/High Fantasy/Low Fantasy/Urban Fantasy/Isekai

Friendship

Gothic

Historical Fiction/Alternate History/Period Piece

Horror/Slasher

Kid Fic =fanfic that features children in some way. This could vary from the characters having a kid together to someone’s younger sibling/cousin/niece etc.

Mystery/Murder Mystery

Missing Scene/Gap Filler : a fic that is written as a continuation or with additional events added to a canon scene in a show OR a video of the characters of a fandom (e.g. a specific RUN BTS episode where in the end they all go out and get coffee or some behind the scenes stuff the author creates) idk if i explained this well

Paranormal

Philosophical

Poetry

Romance

Sci-Fi/Science Fiction/Space Opera

Slice Of Life

Spiritual

Supernatural

Surreal

Suspense

Songfic: stories which include song lyrics, which may be interposed between sections of the story, or given to a character who sings them.

Thriller/Psychological Thriller

Tragedy

Travel

Urban

Western

Worldbuilding

Genre (Fandom): Based On Tone

Angst/Light Angst :  ”often used in fandom to characterize things which are intended to provoke the feeling of unrest and uncertainty in readers. It generally signifies that the story will be primarily dramatic in nature, rather than comedic or light-hearted, and that characters may suffer mental or physical anguish during the course of the story. ” -fanlore.org

Awkwardness

Case Fic =focus on solving a given mystery or case

Character Development

Crack Fic = “fanworks with a fundamentally ludicrous premise, or otherwise including a plethora of unbelievable, incredible, or just plain silly elements - that is, implying the author/artist must have been on drugs to produce something so bonkers” -fanlore.org

Crossover/Fusion = where multiple fandoms are combined in a way

Curtainfic (Domestic Tranquility, Such As The Characters In A Romantic Pairing "Shopping For Curtains" (Literally Or Figuratively) And Building A Home Together.)

Cute

Dark Fic

DILF/MILF

Domestic

Fix Fic/Fix-It/Deconstruction

Fluff/Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Hurt/Comfort = A character who has been hurt, physically or emotionally, is comforted by another character.

Light-Hearted

Mature

Melancholy

Porn, PWP, Porn Without Plot

Secret Identity

Shipping

Sickfic, Illness, Sick Character

Single Parents

Slow Burn/Slow Romance

Smut

Soft

Sweet

Tension

Character Types:

Aged Up:  a character in a fanwork who's been set to an age notably older than they are (or appear) in the original media.

Aged Down

Alien

Androids, Robots

Angel

Animal Transformation

Anti-Hero

Boss/Employee/Secretary

Canon: the author is trying to stick as close to the canon character as possible.

CEO

Cop

Criminals

Demon

Demigod

Doctor

Dragons

Fairy

Fan!Reader

Gamer

Greek Life/ Frat Boy/ Sorority girl

Gardener

God (Mythical)

Hybrid

Idol!Jk

Idol!Reader

Jock

LGBTQ/LGBTQ Character/LGBTQ Themes

Mafia

Merpeople

Morally Grey/Ambiguous Characters

Mythical Beings & Creatures

Nerd

Noona

Non-Idol

Nurse

Orphans/Orphanage

Out Of Character/OOC

Prince/Princess/King/Queen/Emperor/Empress

Rich Girl/Guy

Shapeshifting

Spies

Stalker

Stripper

Tsundere

Undercover

Unreliable Narrator

Vampire

Villain

Virgin

Werewolf

Witches, Witchcraft

Yandere

Zombies

AU/Alternate Universe:

Afterlife

Aliens AU

Band Of Misfits

Bounty Hunters

College AU

Crime AU

Coffee Shop AU

Destiny/Fate

Dreams/Dreamscape

Dystopian AU

Future AU

Ghosts

Harry Potter AU

Heroes AU

Highschool AU

Historical AU

Hitman AU

Immortality

Magic AU

Marvel/DC AU

Medieval

Medical, Hospital, Doctors AU

Military

Monsters

Mythology

Omegaverse : A setting where humans have a secondary sex (alpha, beta or omega).

Pirates

Pornstar AU

Royalty AU

School AU

Soulmate AU

Spiderman AU

Spy AU

Time Travel

War

Western AU

Witches AU

Zombies

Relationship To One Another:

Bodyguard

Childhood Friends

Childhood Sweethearts

Dating

Divorced

Dorks In Love

Established Relationship

Exes

Exes To Lovers

Enemies To Lovers

Enemies To Friends To Lovers

Fake Relationship/Fake Dating/Pretend Relationship/Pretend Couple

Forced Marriage

Friends To Lovers, Best Friends To Lovers

Friends With Benefits

Frenemies

Fuck Buddies

Hallmark AU

In Which They Are Exes Thrown Back Together By A Chance Visit To Their Hometown (Usually For A Holiday)

Highschool Sweethearts

Idiots to lovers

Long-Distance Relationship

Long-Term Relationship

Marriage

Mutual Pining

Oblivious Pining

Requited Unrequited

Neighbors

Pen Pals

Platonic Relationships/No Romance

Rivals

Roommates

Secret Relationship

Soulmates

Step-Siblings

Unrequited Love/One-Sided Attraction

Best friend’s sibling

Specific Situations:

Accidental Marriage

Adoption

Aftermath

Amnesia

Arranged Marriage

Babysitting

Betrayal

Blind Date

Bonding

Breakup

Cheating

Confession

Desert Island

Disability Fic

Elevatorfic

Eventual Romance

Falling In Love

Fempreg

First Kiss

First Love

First Time

Flashbacks

Forgiveness

Forbidden Love

Grief/Mourning

Hatesex

Healing

Heartbreak

Heartwarming

Holiday, Vacation

Hospital

Idiots In Love

Imprisonment

Injury

Jealousy

Kink

Love At First Sight

Love Confessions, Drunken Confessions

Love Potion/Love Spell

Love Triangle

Marriage Of Convenience

Marriage Proposal

Mates

Make-up sex

Misunderstandings

Mutual Pining

Next Gen/Next Generation

Nightmares

Parenthood

Pining

Plot Twists

Pregnancy

Protectiveness

Pst Lives

Rags To Riches

Rebels

Recovery

Regret

Reincarnation/Resurrection/Rebirth

Rejection

Religion

Rescue

Reunion

Revenge

Revolution

Roadtrip

Snowed In

There is only one bed, Forced Bed Sharing, Sharing A Bed

Teenagers

Teamwork

Time Travel

Training

Trapped

Weddingfic

Based On Text Style Or Elements

First Person POV, Second person POV

Script format

Y/N (your name)

Facetime, video call

Sexting

Social Media AU:

Twitter (X)

Instagram

Messaging App

Warnings,Possibly triggering things or Dark themes:

Abuse

Alcohol

BDSM

Blood

Bullying

Crime

Curses

Death, Character Death/Major Character Death/Minor Character Death

Depression

Drugs

Fights

Gore

Kidnapping

Mental Health Issues

Self-Harm

Stalkers

Substance Abuse

Suicide

Toxic Relationship

Trauma

Violence

Weapons

Yandere

Length:

Drabble: A very short fic, usually said to be around 100 words. But I’ve read plenty of drabbles with 1K-2K words so 100 is not always the case

One-Shot/Two-Shot/etc

Series/Duology/Trilogy/Saga/etc

Long

Short

Short Story

Pairing:

M/F - F/M - M/M - F/F - F/F/M etc.

[Character] x [Character],

Jungkook X Original Character/OC : usually OCs are characters with disclosed names and physical features withing the story. (e.g. Jessica, blond hair, brown eyes, etc.) However i have seen many fanfics where the author writes “Jungkook x OC” in the explanations but the character throughout the story is in fact written like a self-insert/YN/reader with little to no physical descriptions.

Jungkook X Reader (Y/N or “_____” )

AFAB- assigned female at birth

Jungkook X gender neutral reader/character

OTHERS:

POV -point of view

POV Alternating, POV Multiple, POV First Person, POV Second Person, POV Third Person, POV Outsider

Completed / Ongoing — a fanfiction series is one of two things, it’s either completed or ongoing

Ending: Happy Ending, Sad Ending, Bittersweet Ending, Ambiguous Ending, etc.

Epilogue :  the final chapter at the end of a story that often serves to reveal the fates of the characters.

🟥Credit:

reddit - very well made, i used this a lot while making this list

fanlore.org

tvtropes.org

wikipedia

-The end

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@owlsinathens DO you know how hard it is to find something you haven’t done yet? You are a multitalent when it comes to tropes and have exeeded all expecations by doing so many beloved tropes it is hard to find something, but I think I found some tropes, even you haven’t done yet: -mpreg -Alpha/Beta/Omega -Harry Potter AU (strictly the work not the author!) -sex pollen -body swap

Give me a fanfiction trope and I’ll grade it:

A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.

B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.

C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.

D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won’t necessarily put me off reading something.

F: Hate it. Will immediately make me nope out of a fic.

"I'm not a sucker for any kind of tropes-"

Saying I love you during either their first time or during a make-up kiss.

Hanahaki disease on twilight vampires

(A chaotic train of thought on how the effects of hanahaki affect that of twilight vampires)

Going through fanfiction tropes in my mind and tossing them around to see what ideas stick, and then I get to hanahaki disease and apply it to twilight vampires.

Like they're already undead and don't have a need to breathe and are immortal, so its not like hanahaki would end them like fire,

But I feel like it'd still hinder them as they go through their everyday life,

Like you technically need to breathe to talk, and I assume they'd need to breathe to capture the scent of wild animals or humans when feeding, so like that'd be a bother. You suddenly cough up a flower petal mid talk to whoever or whilst looking for animals when feeding.

(Couldn't help but imagine a vampire inhaling scents then having the need to sneeze and sneezing flower petals out)

So, like so long as you don't talk or feed or anything that requires the need to take a breath as a vampire, you could maybe? Survive hanahaki, but that means placing yourself as a vampire into a weakened state?

And cures to hanahaki depending might not work, two known cures to the trope are having your feelings reciprocated or the surgery that removes the plant and your feelings. Knowing how indestructible twilight vampires are, I'd assume you wouldn't be able to do surgery on them to get to the plant. So, like the best of luck to hoping your affections are returned? Nothing a vampire's got except time to woo a person. Except expect your attempts to now be inconvenienced with hanahaki. [Mid flirt you start a coughing fit, and the person can only show concern]

Then again, if hanahaki left untreated in a host, that technically is immortal and really won't perish from it how far can this plant disease progress, a version has the plant flowering in the lungs and also taking root there, wrapping around your lungs causing issues, perhaps the roots could grow out from there and tap into the bones of a vampire? Since some plants use bone meal as a sort of fertilizer, I'd assume there could be that jump in logic in having hanahaki take over bones unless the bones are also indestructible as well. If the vampires are in a weakened state tho from a lack of feeding, would that also affect the indestructibility to them? Probably not, but imagine if it did. The plant roots slowly take over, causing even more pain to the already weakened vamp, causing a ton of internal damage, as the vampire tries their best to survive with the feelings for a person.

Then again, I've read fanfiction where they talk about the vampire venom that runs through their system, so maybe that could counter hanahaki disease from truly spreading? And destroying a vampire

Anyways, silly ideas on how vampires could try to deal with hanahaki since they will survive it but will be inconvenienced with it, some kind of skewer with a little hook at the end to try to just pull out flower petals, vines and roots and such. Imagined in a sword swallowing way or having someone else assisting. Once you have a root or vine caught and pulled out, you can just start pulling until you vomit out a large chunk of plant matter.

Waiting on the red string of fate

Tanya Denali x fem!reader

Chapter 2: searching for you and finding flowers in throats

Summary: Learning that your fated chose not to wait for you leaves you in Heartbreak. Can your situation get any worse? Yes, yes it can. How will you deal with the hand dealt to you now? Unknownst to you that Tanya is trying to find you.

A/N: dunno if anyone actually wanted a part 2 or more, but my brain decided to serve up multiple ends to this warnings: angst? ish I guess(if you know hanahaki tropes and don't like what they sometimes serve up? That's its own warning too I guess)

Here's part 2a(Hanahaki route). Read part one here: Part 1

Part 3

Tanya's fated POV:

You thought when you originally planned to find and meet your soulmate, you'd take the time from the gap year to really get to know who the red string tied you to, but with a broken heart from seeing your soulmate kissing someone else you decided to take off back to your home, never giving them a chance to see that you had found them.

The room was dim, darkness consumed it with the light from your laptop being the only thing illuminating the dreary space, opened to a streaming service playing a movie you felt you couldn't sit through. The couple gets together hooray! A happy ending, you thought sarcastically, except romance and happy endings like that are apparently a bunch of baloney...

You couldn't help but feel another pang in your chest as the memories of that night kept returning, her blonde hair tied half up half down in an elaborate hairdo, her in a beautiful dark dress that worked wonderfully in the lights of the nightclub, her pale skin with the stark contrast of the red string on her hand caressing the face of someone else as she kisses them, questions of why? What ifs? Held back on the tip of your tongue,

Did she ever wait for you? Or did she never believe in the concept of "fated matches", something that you were quickly losing hope for.

...so many childhood dreams of finding her when she probably was never looking for you, the thought sent a stabbing pain to your chest.

You clutch the ache in your heart and then you couldn't help but feel a tickle in your throat, you can't help but cough....it's probably nothing.

So here you were...spending your days at home on the couch wallowing in a broken heart, the next couple of days however the tickle in your throat couldn't help but get worse as you started coughing like someone swallowing something and it going down the wrong windpipe. Perhaps you were getting sick? The cold medicine didn't help, and then one afternoon you felt something come up your throat as you cough into your hand a yellow petal. Looking down at it you couldn't help but feel confusion and fear hitting you.

You don't get to ponder long as another coughing fit hits you like a wave, slowly another petal comes into your hand. Uncertainty and despair hit you, what is going on? Deciding to try to get an answer to your question you go to the library nearby, looking under medical textbooks you eventually find after hours of searching and attempts at muffled coughs a stranger in the same section seeing you cough up a petal, pulling out a book and handing it to you before saying he's sorry for your situation and walking off. That book he handed you held the answer.

Hanahaki disease.

Great, first your soulmate didn't wait for you or want you and now you're sick, coughing up plants as a sign that it is infact unrequited love you have in your lungs. The fact that daffodil petals were coming up just signified it all.

You know you didn't even speak to her but the hopeless romantic in you even as a child always told yourself, you'd love her, the piles of letters you'd written growing up with questions and things you planned, things you'd want to share, a sign of your devotion to your unknown and the innocence of a first love that now sat in a little shoebox in your closet.

Reading through the pages of the hanahaki book and then eventually trying to use the library computers to find anything you could do about the flowers growing in your lungs you find 2 possible routes to take to the affliction growing in you.

Looking at the options you have you see the possibility to do the surgical procedure to remove it, which in turn takes away the feelings for your rejected love. Should you do it though? Maybe...maybe there's still hope and she'll come around? That little voice in you thought, the little aspect that still clung to maybe she'll come to find you eventually.

But you couldn't see that happening thinking back to the man she was kissing.

Your other option was to meet the fate of plants growing in your lungs and dying, not something you want to happen.

Yet the deeper you look at the possibility of a medical procedure and accounts of what people go through, the less inclined you feel to it. Hanahaki was somewhat rare in the world of soulmates where some people find their other half and others don't but it does happen with the wayward crush or falling for others, the people who posted potential after effects of the procedure, a percentage seemed OK, yet there were others with side effects, for some? memory lose along side the loss of these feelings, to others? mentioning feeling like they couldn't love or some other negative effects.

You weren't sure if you wanted to risk a potential eternal feeling like you couldn't love or be happy or memory loss entirely,

Spiraling into a loops of fearful what ifs

It didn't seem worth it.

So here you were with this accursed disease, and the inability to do nothing about it but eventually succumb to the end.

Stuck with an unrequited love that'll slowly destroy you.

The reality of the situation was the end to your fate, to your life. It was like those you only have 24 hours to live but for you, you have as long as you can with the plants in your lungs so now what were you gonna do?

Deciding there was still the rest of the gap year and however long you have you decide to travel, see what you've always wanted to see in the letters you wrote to her but never sent. Thinking back then you'd get the chance to travel with her and give the letters to her when you'd gotten to meet her.

Set on now using what little time you had left, you decided to go explore the world.

Perhaps you'll write some letters to her about your travels before you're gone, if she ever comes looking for you which you can't help but hope for but also doubt. Just a final send off series of goodbye letters as you live however long you've got. Not that you'll know if you'll ever get the chance to give these letters to her, you probably won't.

TANYA'S POV :

Tanya didn't know what was going on with her soulmate, it felt like in every time when she got closer to her, her soulmate would suddenly change directions and their thread would be leading in an entirely different location.

Like whoever they were was running at the possibility that she was close by, which is impossible, there's no way they could've known she was looking for them, but this traveling they were doing was starting to bug her, It would be especially difficult when they went to a sunnier part of the country or traveled off to a different continent entirely. What were they doing that made them go off on a world wide adventure?

The whole aspect of this was frustrating.

Was this how Kate felt when she goes out and can't find her fated?

God she misses her sisters, they at first decided to travel with her for a bit but eventually both returned home to Denali after one too many changes in direction.

It's been almost a year since her attempts to find whoever they are, and it feels like she's getting no closer to finding them. She started to feel hopeless and honestly wanted to try and give up, but this is who the fates tied her to and there was no way she'd go without meeting her fated. There was also the horrible sense of something wrong that wouldn't leave her, that drove her to figure out what the issue was. What was happening to her? Or to whoever she was tied to? She just had to know.

Eventually though one day whilst she was out and about she had the strongest sense to go in a different direction, a gut instinct to just turn around and start going in a different direction, and like the fates chose to have mercy on her, her string did infact change towards that direction her gut was telling her to go.

Now she was headed towards some random city, unknown to the situation of her soulmate that lay ahead

Waiting on the red string of fate

Alt ending 3 [chapter 3d]

Tanya Denali x fem!reader

Chapter 3d: Night time strolls to Mother Nature's call

Summary: The woods call to you on your journey, and you fight it for as long as you can, but fate and mother nature's call has other plans as Tanya takes a nightly stroll to find you.

A/N: Welcome back lovely readers who stick around for the angst endings. Here is another serving of sadness cause my brain would not stop on wanting to write this out Bon Appétit and happy readings!

Find the other parts on the:

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Warnings: hanahaki usually has its own set of warnings(choking, coughing up blood and flower petals) character death, angst, kinda graphic but not too graphic descriptions

Her fated POV:

You wanted to just walk off into the forest and become one with nature

The moon was shining on this quiet night as sleep eluded you, tossing and turning in bedding way too warm. You felt weak as the hanahaki got worse. The atmosphere of the hotel room in some small town was muffling. You couldn't sleep. Sitting up, you go towards the window of your room, staring out of it. Looking at the forest facing your window, something within you felt a pull to the forest, a call like a song of a siren telling you to come closer. Part of you has been fighting off the want to answer it, but with you getting weaker, more tired, as the hanahaki got stronger, it was clear that you'd eventually lose your fight.

You try to go back to sleep. The call of the forest will not take you today.

The next few nights the call gets stronger and stronger as you become more exhausted, you've been coughing up more blood and flowers lately and the pull in your chest started to get stronger and felt like it something was gonna burst through your ribcage, eventually one night you couldn't take it anymore and you find yourself leaving your hotel room.

Stepping outside in the cold, you can't help but shiver as the winds howl. You wrap your thin jacket over you more tightly as you start your trek into the woods along a paved path.

Deeper and deeper along the hiking path, you went until something in you took a turn off the path, onto the dirt you walked deep into the forest the pull getting stronger.

You shed your shoes and go bare foot as your feet walk along the ground, feeling the earth beneath your feet.

It's quiet in the forest despite the wind howling, but even that sounds distanced as an eerie silence holds the forest still, and the call gets louder.

You eventually feel like you've been walking for hours. The trees have grown tall, the foliage covering the light, leaving you to wander in the dark with the occasional moon light breaking through. You find yourself eventually stopping at the base of a large tree. You crouch in front of the tree, one hand on it as you suddenly feel the pain in your chest triple. You start to cough. At first, blood comes up in a wet cough, and then the petals start coming and growing and growing. You hunch over on the ground trying to fight it, but you know there was no winning this fight as the flowers started sprouting out of your mouth, growing like vine flowers pouring out of you. You keep choking as they keep growing. A pain in your chest feels as if it's bursting forward, and then you start to stagger. You sit against the tree in a pool of your own blood as you get weaker, and the fight in you goes out. The pain in your chest explodes, knocking your head back against the tree. Looking upwards, the light in your eyes dim as the gentle moonlight shines, breaking through the foliage shining down on you.

Tanya POV

She'd track your string to a small town. It was night by now when she arrived, and she'd assume she'd have a better chance in greeting you in the morning.

So here she was walking by foot into town, your string lead towards a hotel near the outskirts and she assumed you'd be staying there, but then she noticed your string did not lead into the hotel, not at this time of night, it was starting to lead off into the woods. Confusion clouded her face as she started to follow the string. What could you be doing out at this time of night?

She may not feel the cold, but she knew it would probably be cold for you. She slowly followed the hiking trail. Perhaps you had a cabin out here? It could be why you were out here, but then after a while, she notices the string swerve off path, into the unknown. She follows along a little more worried as she then comes across a pair of shoes taken off.

Seeing faint footprint marks, she follows the path and string. Where on earth were you going?

The walk feels endless in this darkness. The eerieness of the woods doesn't bother her, but she can't help but feel something is wrong.

Eventually, she makes it to where you last were, the big tree. The air smells of copper and a floral scent, familiar, but she can't place her mind to it. The copper can only mean blood, but there don't seem to be any flowers around that she can see.

Her foot steps crunch as she slowly makes it around the tree. The smell of blood is stronger here. The first thing she sees when she rounds the tree is a pair of legs, shoeless, just sitting on the ground, she notices the blood first, you seem to be sitting in it, were you injured? too distracted at the finding of a person and blood she looks to scan the rest of you, your clothes are not great for the cold weather outside, the front of your shirt was stained with blood, but there in the middle of your chest as if having been hollowed out and placed within the hole a scattering of flowers coming straight outwards.

What has she come across?

She finally glances at your face to see the eyes devoid of life, looking up at the moon that shines down on you casting a glow on your pale gaunt face, as if to caress your spirit off into the night for the final voyage you embark upon.

Your mouth was stuffed with flowers that were growing out of it and trailing downwards like wisteria flowers hanging from branches, the flowers a variety of daffodils, heliotropes, yellow tulips and more. The blood dripping down these cascading flowers.

The scene haunting if to describe it like a painting, there sitting in blood soaked earth with her back against a tree a woman, the woods behind her dark and cold as the only moonlight shines down to reveal her. Dressed in clothing that would not keep her warm in her dark surroundings, from her chest burst forth flowers and more coming from her mouth. The gaunt face looking away into the moonlight devoid of life. A scene feeling like it comes out of something paranormal, like she was called forth back to nature.

Tanya wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. Here she was looking for her soulmate, and here she instead finds a corpse. But then she suddenly has a thought as she looks down at her hand and follows the string that sits exactly on the other woman's hand...

She's not sure how to process this. Her soulmate is sitting in front of her...her soulmate, who now that she realizes it, isn't breathing. She rushes forward and pulls the woman towards her. Holding her in her arms, she presses her ears to her chest, even with flowers in the way she couldn't hear anything, no heartbeat, no breathing

....Nothing

She looked down at you in her arms, looking to the flowers that burst forth from your chest perhaps if she...if she pulled them out perhaps there was some chance to save you, perhaps if she tried to change you? But she knew that it was a hopeless cause. You were already gone by the time she found you, she didn't even know how long you were out here, the vampire venom wouldn't work....

She pulled you closer to her, hugging you, whispering apologies into your ear, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was too late, that I didn't find you sooner"

She didn't even know your name as she held you close. You had died out here from hanahaki alone, nobody with you, just you and the emptiness of the forest around you.

She couldn't help but wonder who did you fall in love with that hurt you, who did this to you, wanting to tear apart whoever took you away from her. The venom pooled in her eyes. There was no catharsis for her, her tears for you would not fall as she held onto you, wishing that you'd come back to her.

She's not sure how much time passed there as she held you. The sun eventually rises, and with it, her with you. She carried your body in her arms home, planning your funeral arrangements.

She eventually did find out your identity, going back to the hotel she assumed you had come from.

With it, she took your belongings, finding a camera with pictures of places you'd been, clothing, a list of places you'd been to and had planned on going, and then she found your letters.

Neatly placed in a shoe box were letters addressed to her.

She wasn't sure where she should start. Perhaps the most recent letter would shed some light on what was going on.

Reading through it she got a sense of your adventures, you wrote to her about your travels and how you always wanted to see this place with her, this left her confused, if you wanted to see it with her, why didn't you? Why didn't you find her? Why did you have to go and fall in love and leave her here? Why did you have to leave her alone in this world devoid of you before she knew you?!She accidentally crumples the paper slightly at her slow spiral of questions, moving to try and undo the creases she moves on to the second most recent and then the next, until she finds one of you talking about how you planned the journey.

"Dear soulmate,

I plan to go on an adventure, using all of the places I'd ever written down in the letters before, places I wanted to go with you.

I don't know how much time I have left cause I've learnt I have hanahaki.

Before you think anything, I'm not getting that surgery to remove it, besides the negative effects, I don't want to lose the memory of you, even though I saw you once and it was with someone else I don't want to forget you or mess up my emotions and potentially meet you again in the future broken and unable to love.

I know you probably wouldn't want to go with me on my grand adventure before the great beyond.

You have your own life, you have him and I don't want to wreck whatever relationship you have by being selfish and taking you away from him, if you're happy I'm happy, you chose your path and I just have to accept that.

I don't blame you for the hanahaki, I chose to love you even though I didnt know you and made a vow that I always would love you no matter what, even if you don't love me back like that. But even if I did know this would happen, I'd still choose to have loved you more than not at all.

It's really just my own fault, I guess, but I don't blame you for this, and you better not blame yourself. You have someone, and sometimes that kind of love is special.

So in some sense I guess I set you free from having to worry about me, live your best life and maybe I'll see you in the next life and we can be together then.

Love your soulmate"

And there written was your name.

How you ended every letter

It hurt to read this one. You had accepted the hanahaki would kill you, and you had thrown away the chance to save yourself cause you believe she was with someone. You had mistaken one of her one night stands as something more, looking at the date of the letter it was clear this was around the time when she started to feel the sense of wrongness, that night you saw her, all these feelings must've been through the bond...you didn't know she was looking for you, that she didn't do anything with that guy.

You didn't know she was trying to find you whilst you were on your great adventure that she should've been with you on, that you should've been together on from the start. That you never should've had hanahaki for cause she did love you...

You'll never know how long she's been waiting for you...

You'll never know how much she loves you

Her heart hurt at the fact that she was the cause of your hanahaki. She was your demise. Her sisters tried to comfort her, but when the person she wanted in her arms was you, there was nothing she could do. She didn't come out of her room for a while.

Eventually, the funeral happened, and she came out for it, for you.

You were buried near her home, and she would come out to see you a lot. Going out to your grave to chat with you.

One day eventually where you were buried, a flower garden started to grow, right above your grave, the same flowers that she found coming out from you that night in the woods. They never wilted and never died, an eternal garden, a remainder of what was left of you, painful to look at as she will always remember that night she first met you, and the night she could not save you.

Hanahaki had heard nature's call that night, with fate in hand, they took the life and sent her along, leaving a lone soulmate pained, in exchange with pity for the lone soulmate, nature gave her an immortal garden for the life of her love, something to always remember her.

A/N: don't know why, but my brain went to the annihilation movie when thinking of the flowers coming from her chest

Waiting on the red string of fate

Alt ending 4 (chapter 3e)

Tanya Denali x fem!reader

Chapter 3e: Found you in Flowerbeds

Summary: You were drinking, but Tanya finds you else where in the night.

A/N: it's been a bit. Hope life's been treating you well, dear readers. I struggled a bit to write out this one 3e, but here it is. Consider reading the warnings for this one if you haven't already.

Bon Appétit, happy readings of another serving of angst.

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Warnings: This chapter I should warn that though I didn't write any scenes of what happened to MC, you can draw assumptions that it falls under non-con murder death aspects. And if the idea of implied stuff like that upsets you, please do not read.

There's also the usual warnings of ANGST(you should expect it at this point), hanahaki that has its own set of warnings(choking on flowers, blood, etc), and character death.

Her fated POV

You were in a bar or nightclub or whatever in a city too big and lively to care, sitting at the bar you nurse your drink, one of many you've had this night. You're not sure you're happy with the amount you've been drinking since your travels started, but you discovered for some reason it felt like the alcohol fought off the flowers if just for a bit, as it took your mind off the pain of your heart, clearing the airway, but once the intoxicated effects wore off the plants would be back.

You were currently tipsy, and you were free from the pain that your heart had of thinking of your blonde soulmate with someone else somewhere off in the world.

Occasionally you'd chat your heart aches away with the bartender, but today it seemed people came up to you to chat, some creepy but thank god that they eventually went away, you did end up chatting with a blonde stranger equally as intoxicated as you, she was wonderful company, you wish you could fall in love with someone else, to move on, but the flowers were a clear indication that it wasn't possible.

Eventually, you had to head back, calling it a night and heading towards the door. This bar was within an alleyway, and your hotel was near one direction. Too intoxicated and unaware of the eyes on you.

You shouldn't have walked alone.

Tanya's POV

Following the string to a massive city, Tanya felt she was close. Something didn't feel right earlier in the night when she still had a couple of miles until she reached the city limits, the sense of wrong growing, causing her to quicken her pace. Something deeply unsettling sent a chill through her bones, screaming at her senses.

Once in the city, she walked on following the string. Moving past towering skyscrapers and office buildings, moving past hotels and back alleys with few people who traverse the nights passing by without a second glance, until she notices your string trailing down a dark alley. Following after it, she sees it enter a bar. Perhaps you were still there? she fixes up her appearance before going in, hoping to make the best impression she can when she meets you. Eyes scanning the surroundings when she enters and then back to looking at the string that connects to you, she walks through, but to no avail as the string heads back out the door. Her heart falls a little bit at that. She missed you, who knows how long since you'd been here. She quickly leaves and runs after the string. Perhaps you were nearby.

Your string led out of the city. This didn't make sense to her. As she walked farther and farther where woods started to form around her as she followed your string down the highway road. Eventually, your string stopped and turned into the woods. She looks over seeing fresh tire tracks, having recently pulled over who knows how long ago. We're you left behind? Perhaps you called a cab? Why are you going into the woods at this time of night? Perhaps you were going camping or had a cabin along the way? More questions were raised as she walked through the forest. The air had some parts floral notes whilst there were hints of...a coppery scent? It was very faint. Perhaps a hunter caught something.

As she walked further in, the road to you felt endless at this point of night. She hoped you were okay, that you chose something warm for this cold night.

It had been a long while of walking, and she can't help but speed up just a bit, her impatience to finally meet you mixed along with the worry for why you were out here.

She eventually sees a head of her your string stopping around the bend of a tree, finally is all she can think, readjusting her outfit whilst she walks, you hadn't made any sounds of movement and she was too focused on the moment.

Rounding the bend as her eyes follow her soulmate string, she stops. If she needed to breathe, she would feel like all the air had been stolen from her. As she looks, all she can see is her string leading directly into the earth.

She stands in front of a plot of earth to where her string leads her. Freshly disturbed dirt having been dug up from what it looks to be very recently, and out from the dirt came flowers where the coppery scent she noted earlier permeated the air.

Why did her string lead her to this flower bed...

Her string led directly into the dirt...

Her soulmate string led directly into this...

Tanya quickly rushes forward after a second to process this

Dropping to her knees, she digs with her hands, trying to dig away the clumps of dirt where your string led to.

Her whispers of no on repeat like a broken record, this can't be, please don't let it be is all she can think, hoping to whatever divine being is out there that it's not what she thinks it is.

Digging and digging until eventually her hands hit something squishy and not softened loose dirt texture, quickly working to unearth what she find, she finds a face with closed eyes, where the flowers had come up from where your mouth was.

She works to dig away all the dirt, slowly uncovering you.

She eventually removes enough that she's able to pull your upper torso to her in a sitting position.

Your clothing was disheveled, dirt caked your clothes and face, and trails of blood lead down your head. Trails also came down your chin where the flowers grew from.

Your arms show remnants of bruise from some altercation as your body goes through rigor mortis. Your scent strong, but there's some other scent, another persons all around you, someone hurt you, someone killed you and left you here hoping to hide what they had done.

It's subtle hidden beneath the floral and copper tones of the hanahaki.....

You have hanahaki....had.....

Had hanahaki...

Her heart hurts at the thought of you in the past tense, no more you around, the chance slipping through her fingers as she never had the chance to know you...

She goes back to the hanahaki to try and focus something else other than the fact that you are no more. Who could you have loved? Who did you love who didn't return your affections? How could they not? Despite the circumstance of finding your corpse, she still thought you were beautiful...

The thought that you loved someone else felt like a stab in her heart. She'll never get to hear that story or know you...

who are you? truly? Your name unknown to her, you were unknown to her, yet her lifeless heart couldn't help but break as it felt like a void has opened within it. You were gone, no goodbyes, no nothing.

Was the wrongness that screamed at her earlier in the night, you? Was the bond or the fates trying to get her to rush to you to save you?

She gently cradles you in her arms,

She didn't expect it to end like this

She expected to hug you, feeling your warmth perhaps in the comfort of what you both could have called home.

But now she holds you half buried in dirt, your body long gone cold.

Pain rips through her as she lets out anguished cries. She holds you for the rest of the night, tearless cries of pain, the only sound that can be heard in the silence of the forest.

As the day comes around, she takes you home.

She never did learn your name, no missing posters for you in that city, no identification, no wallet, all she could really call you was her soulmate.

Written on a gravestone not far from where you could've shared a home had she been quick enough. Had she looked for you earlier, she might've found you and saved you from this fate. She might actually have a name to utter when thinking of you. She might've shown you love so that the fate of hanahaki wouldn't have taken you.

She visits you often, often staring at the flowers that grew from the hanahaki, never seeming to go, a garden above your grave.

She did hunt down those of which who took you from her. The raging inferno of anger and vengeance called to her first and foremost, they took her soulmate, they took her soulmate.

she tore them apart for what they did. No mercy was shown for those who created this hole in her being, for she was now a soulmate without her other half.

The fates had tried to intervene in warnings, but they could not step in to save you from other variables, leaving a lone soulmate behind.

Waiting on the red string of fate

Alt ending 5(chapter 3f)

Tanya Denali x fem!reader

Chapter 3f: Beautiful strangers, drunk conversations, and back alleys

Summary: A drunk conversation with a beautiful stranger, how will this end?

A/N: Welcome back to another serving of angst(if you've kept up with this series, I gotta ask, are you ok?) This is gonna be a sad one.

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Warnings:Angst, hanahaki has its own set of warnings(choking on flowers, blood, etc) character death, idk if alcohol needs a warning or not

Tanya's soulmate pov:

Sitting on a stool in some bar in a random city of over a million people, you couldn't help but feel lonely, like a speck of dust in this universe that feels infinite.

You had been drinking, you found that drinking warded off the flowers for a bit, intoxication loosened the airways, and you could breathe a little easier. Sometimes, you'd only drink a little. Sometimes, you'd just get to the point of being tipsy.

Tonight, though? Tonight, you were drunk.

Nursing the drink in your hand, this is the 3rd night you'd returned to this bar, already having chatted away your woes with the bartender on the 1st night. You remembered not wanting to drink too much, but the hanahaki felt worse as the whispers in your mind clawed at your thoughts, bringing in more pain to the whispered thoughts that you were unwanted.

Tonight? Tonight, you just drink. You drink to drink away the pain, is what you thought.

That is until a beautiful stranger sits besides you and flashes you a dazzling smile, though intoxicated the part of your mind that was partially sober gave a lopsided smile back, your drunk mind uncertain what to do. Fuck, you've been so hung up on a soulmate you didn't have any idea how to.....flirt, this is going to be embarrassing.

She introduces herself, and you could only smile at that, your head too buzzed and too distracted by the way her lips moved when she talked, she probably said her name and you didn't even hear it. She was really stunning, it's all your mind can focus on.

Suddenly realizing she was talking to you, you break out of your dazed look, asking her to repeat what she said.

She laughs, and the sound is enchanting,

Smooth like silk, you want to hear it again.

She points to your glass and asks why you're drinking so much, and the question can't help but damper your spirits. You don't notice her subtle shift at your sad look, your mind going back to the thought of your soulmate.

You only really tell her it's cause of heartbreak and see her look uncertain after you say that, she probably wanted to ask you out or something and that put a road block in her way, who would want someone going through heartbreak? Your mind wanted to spiral.

She does ask if you wanted talk about it, and some part of you feels like you'd want to bare your soul to this stranger, to let her see your pain, let her see the damage and see if she stayed.

You wouldn't tell her all of it though, some part of you wanted to keep it private, like a secret.

You tell her your soulmate didn't want you.

Her face looks confused at that and you elaborate, telling her about your gap year and your search for her, how you did find her but she looked to be with someone else. That you've waited for so long and that your heart felt like it was ripped out of you the second you saw her with someone else, the kiss, the pain you felt from having your rose tinted glasses smacked off your face. And then you tell her that despite all that you still want her to be happy, that some part of you still loved her.

You don't look at the stranger, choosing to look down, you don't want her pity, you don't see the look she gives you.

You feel a cold hand touch your hand clenched in a fist on the bar counter, you look up at her to see her sad eyes on you, "perhaps it wasn't what it seemed?" She says her voice ever soft with care. You can't help but shake your head at that,

"Even if it wasn't, I don't know if I can get rid of this sense of hopelessness that's grown within me"

She looks disheartened at that, and you can't help but feel bad for making her feel sad. Some part within your drunken mind calls for you to comfort her,

"Don't be sad, it's really just my own issue at least you still have your soulmate" you say gesturing to her hand with her own string attached.

She looks like she wants to cry at that and you panic, why is she sad???

"No, no, wait, don't be sad, I'm sorry I-

Can I hug-"

When you opened you arms in a gesture to ask if you can hug her

You find before you even finish your question she's already in your arms, holding you tight. Her head in the crook of your neck, you slowly lower your arms to wrap around her, returning her embrace.

Her skin was cold and felt nice against the flush of your skin that was warmed from the alcohol alongside the sudden shyness at the situation.

You feel her shake in your arms and assume she's crying, you hold her, whispering reassurances.

Feeling awkward just standing at the bar you ask if she'd rather sit at a booth along one of the walls, you find her dragging you there almost forgetting your drink.

Sitting in the booth, she moves to hug you again, part of you let's her cause you couldn't help but feel like you needed to comfort her. There's not really anything spoken between the two of you, and you feel like you could just sit in the silence and be at peace, but part of your mind can't help but fill the void and ramble about whatever comes to mind, you talk about your trip and other things.

And eventually you find her joining you in conversation interjecting to add her own thoughts. Conversation with her feels easy, it's nice and you can't help but smile. Part of you can't help but wonder what ifs, what if you didn't have hanahaki, what if you found this person before you found your soulmate and didn't have the rude awakening to find out you were the only one that was waiting. You can't help but be torn at the thought. Your heart still tender from being ripped out of you, and you're still aware of the feelings for your soulmate even if she doesn't return your affections that you can't help but feel bad. Perhaps time could heal your broken heart and you could find something with the pretty stranger beside you.

The whispers in your drunken mind can't help but claw back at the idea, thinking over and over this is a betrayal.

Trying to shake away the thoughts you notice the time, knowing you should get back to your hotel room to sleep off the alcohol and hoping the hangover won't hurt you too bad in the morning. You tell her you should head out.

The mysterious stranger offers to walk you to where you're staying and comforted by the thought of such kindness you accept, perhaps you hoped for something more, but then some nagging voice in the back of your mind starts to repeat the same song, saying this is a betrayal to your soulmate.

The shadow of thoughts started flooding in saying your soulmate could never want you, the whispers of your mind start to take over sending signals to start another coughing, you can feel it coming excusing yourself saying you'd like to use the restroom before you leave.

She nods saying she'll stay and wait for you by the bar.

You make a dash for the restroom, tumbling into people in your drunken stupor as you go into the hallway where it's supposedly leads, stumbling you feel the flowers coming quicker as you burst through a door that leads you to a different alleyway on the otherside of the bar. The flowers are coming up quick as you rush forwards towards the garbage can that was in view.

Flowers and blood come up like vomit as you cough and cough.

Suddenly you feel cold hands at the back of your throat as you're grabbed and pulled back into a pair of arms.

Tanya's pov:

Tanya couldn't believe her luck in finding you. When she decided to follow her gut instinct and redirected the course to this big city where your string had been headed, she tried to discreetly speed over here.

It was dark out now, the stars unseen from the light pollution of the city. She kept on walking past people out partying or getting drunk, strangers not taking a second glance trying to get to their own places.

Finding your string leading down a dimly lit alleyway, she follows along, finding it lead into a bar.

She fixes her outfit, prepared to look her best now that she's going to finally meet you. Opening the door, the place was slightly busy, some people within the establishment turn to stare at her, but her eyes were only on her string. Following it to a figure sitting hunched over on a stool at the bar. She goes up and sits beside you. Flashing you a smile that dazzles you. Your awkward lopsided smile is charming.

She introduces herself, saying she's been waiting a long while for you. Tanya can't help but notice the alcohol on your breath and the kind of dazed look in your eye,

She can see you were not sober enough to realize she was your soulmate nor were you listening. Smelling the alcohol on your breath.

So she decided to chat asking

"What is a sweet little thing like you doing drinking so much?"

You continue to look at her, and then as if realizing she was talking to you she sees you break out of your dazed asking her to repeat her question. Adorable is all she can think as she laughs.

Pointing at your glass Tanya repeats her question. She sees the change in your emotions, concerned at the pained sadness that flashes through your face.

The answer not at all what she expected

"Heartbreak" is all you say to her.

Tanya freezes at that, heartbreak? Confused and uncertain. Did you just get out of a relationship? She's not sure how to proceed. Perhaps you'd want to talk about it? So she asks.

Hearing you say that she didn't want you made her confused, what do you mean? She was right here, and she did want you!

She sees you look at her confusion and then you tell her your story.

When she finds out that you'd been waiting and then set out to find her, she felt like her heartwarmed, only to still realizing that when you had found her, she had been kissing a one night stand and you had mistaken it for a lover or partner.

She can't help but feel your pain through the soulmate bond at the recounting of the events. Then she hears that despite all of your pain that you still wanted her to be happy, even if you were mistaken, even if you had to distance yourself and it caused you pain.

Everything in her wanted to tell you that she did want you. But you still hadn't realized you were soulmates, and she's not certain if you were sober enough to take the news. Her still heart hurt at the thought, wanting to comfort you.

Her best bet at this was to try and change your mind. You hadn't looked at her when you recounted the story, your hand's in a death grip on the bar top. She moves to cover it with her own, and when you look into her eyes she can't help but try, "perhaps it's not what it seemed?"

Her voice sad and trying to convey that she was right here! she wanted you!

But when you described the hopelessness she couldn't help but internally cry for you.

Some expression on her face must've sent concern through you as you try to brush aside your own pain to comfort her

Telling her not to be sad, that your problems are yours and that she still has her own soulmate. Part of her wanted to cry. You were her soulmate and you were suffering. Every part of her was in anguish.

She looks down, she hurt you with a one night stand, it wasnt her intention but she hurt you all the same and she can't help but feel bad, cause now you were staying away and suffering cause of her.

She hears the panic in your voice as you try to stop the sadness in her. You make to open your arms and before you're even done asking she rushes to hug you. Glomping onto you. She places her head in the crook of your neck, your scent comforting to her as she realizes the hurt you both have.

When she feels you hug her back, she can't help but think this was her home.

You were slightly warm against her cool skin.

She shakes, if she could cry she would. She hugs you tight trying to convey she's here! You pat her on the back whispering reassurances, saying it was going to be ok.

After a while you ask if she'd prefer to sit at a booth and she all but drags you over, cuddling in close. Now that she's found you she won't let you go. She basks in the silence and comfort that is you. After a while you break the silence talking about anything and nothing at all, and she can't help but smile at your rambles, joining in with her own thoughts.

Eventually though your face gives a conflicted emotion, she's not sure why. But then you notice the time and say that you should be heading back to where you're staying.

It was getting late for humans.

Not wanting to leave you, she offers to walk you back to where you stay and you can't help but smile. But suddenly something crosses at your expression and you say you have to use the restroom. She let's you leave, deciding to wait at the bar for you instead of following.

She waits for you, 5 minutes pass, then 10, then after the 15 minute mark she worries somewhat. She makes to go towards you, following the signage to the washroom but seeing your string lead to a different door. The scent of blood suddenly hits her nose without even having to open the door, a sense of dread takes over as she speeds through, bursting the door open she frantically looks around, and then her amber eyes land on you, being held in the arms of a stranger. You complexion deathly pale as the vampire that's draining you doesn't take notice too busy feeding off you.

Panicked Tanya can only rush forward, but with the movement, the vampire takes notice, hissing, and they fling your body, hitting the brick wall. She cries. "No!"and moves to kill the newborn.

Rushing to rip off their head and limbs, she curses them for hurting her soulmate. When the threat is eliminated she moves to you, gently cradling your form.

She then notices the flowers in your mouth.

What little blood that drips down your chin. She listens for your heartbeat, it's slow, too slow, the wound from the vampire attack drained you, and what little blood is left is pooling out of you.

She panics, not sure if the vampire venom will be enough to save you. Your heart is already weak, and she's not even thinking of the hanahaki at this point. Her mind scattered, she just found you, she just found you this can't be it.

She brushes some strands of hair out of your face and your eyes barely open, unfocused as you look at her. She can see the light fading from you. She cries a cry without tears. "Hey I'm here, it's me, I'm your soulmate please....please don't leave me" As she gives you a kiss to your forehead, then your nose then your lips, she tells you that she loves you, whilst she presses your foreheads together.

As if you heard her you give her a weak smile, and a barely whispered, "i love you too" Her heart breaking at it.

As you give your last breath in her arms.

When your heart stops she can't help but scream. She doesn't care who hears her. You were gone.

She holds you tight to her.

Why? Why did it have to be like this.

She just got you, you were right there...

And now you were gone.

Fate gave them a chance but when monsters lurk around corners out of their control, fate can do nothing and so a soulmate is left alone in this world after just finding her other half

Sorry for the emotional damage

Waiting on the red string of fate

Alt ending 6 (ending 3g)

Tanya Denali x fem!reader

Ending 3g: Surgeries and Surprises

Summary: You grew weaker as the hanahaki grew stronger as time went on, deciding on doing something you discarded as an option at first you go through with it. How will this turn out?

A/N: Hello! welcome back to another angsty serving of fanfiction. It's been a bit since the last angst ending(life's gotten busy on my end), but here it be. This lovely idea was brought to mind when @kaptainsappho brought the thought of MC potentially removing the hanahaki with the surgery...The angst in my brain took it and ran with the what if, this is what came of it

This should be the last ending unless something comes along.

I'll be opening Requests/asks if you, too, have a thought to throw in the pot of angst endings or idk just Tanya Denali thoughts :3

Anyways, Bon Appétit and happy readings!

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Warnings: Angst, Hanahaki has its own set of warnings(choking on flowers, blood, etc)

This was the 7th city of your list of places you'd like to travel to, it was beautiful here.

What brought down the enjoyment was that the hanahaki was getting worse, every couple of hours your mind would wander, and you'd find yourself hunched over coughing, expelling a bunch of flowers wherever you were.

It was tiring. You lay in your hotel room looking out at a beautiful view of the ocean. The sun was shining and the weather nice. You should be enjoying it, but you felt too weak to do anything.

'Was this the end?' You thought.

You were tired, so tired, part of you didn't want to die. You wanted to live. This disease was taking everything from you.

You wanted to live, to see the world, to do what you wanted, but it was all slipping away. Your life was slipping through your fingers cause you had these feelings...

You didn't want to think about it, but you've thought of the procedure. It's been revolving around your mind a lot.

You could live, you could stop the horrible coughing fits and the pitying looks of strangers when they notice you cough up flowers, you can stop the weird side eyes you get from strangers who think what is wrong with you coughing up flowers and blood, thinking it's some weird habit to eat flowers. It could all just stop, and you could live another day....

But at the sacrifice of the innocent love you've had for her for so long, was the risk worth it?

Part of you has had these feelings for as long as you first learned what a soulmate was. The romantic within you was a lot of what you were. Who were you without it? Who are you now? Heartbroken and soulmateless, but you're still you... right?

You contemplate the surgery, the coughing will stop, the chance that it'll mess up your ability to love or your emotions....the chance that it'll erase that painful night...

Would it be so bad to just...forget?

The hope in your mind spoke a different thought, what if she'll come looking for you? What if she's looking for you now?

She could still want you? Can you still have your happy ending? Would you want your happy ending?

Even knowing that she didn't wait....there's nothing wrong with it, but some smaller part whispers that it was a betrayal.

The smaller part starts to grow in size as the darker thoughts take over, she doesn't want you, She never wanted you, she's happier without you, you're broken.

You cover your head with your pillow and scream, wishing the thoughts would stop, but they wouldn't.

The final thought was a nail in the proverbial coffin

She won't and never will look for you.

You don't realize it until you feel the dampness of the fabric, but you cried into your pillow

She's not looking for you,

you could still live,

she doesn't love you

She doesn't love you

She doesn't....

The thoughts were like a storm in your head, and you were lost at sea...

You hadn't wanted to take the procedure, but suffering till you died was not something you wanted... you wanted to live....and if she wasn't looking for you and she probably never will

Maybe you should just take the chance?

See who comes out on the other side when you're not lovestruck over the thought of a soulmate. When you're not heartbroken.....

So you go to a computer to research, looking up places that can do the medical procedure.

On the first flight home, you book a consultation and go through with it. The days leading up to the operation have you scared...what if she does come looking for you? She's not, your mind replies, but what if? There's no going back. The procedure is already paid for...

Parts of you are at war with each other on what to do. Some small part doesn't want to give up, but the part of you that wants to live fights on. Uncertain of how the procedure will even go, you take out a piece of paper, perhaps the last time you will find yourself writing to her...

When you finish writing, you put the final letter in the box and tuck the box away to the side.

Perhaps if she ever comes to find you, you'll be able to give it to her.

The day of the operation, you change into a hospital gown, wheeled into the operating room.

They place a mask on you, as the anesthesia takes your mind whilst the anesthesiologist tells you to count down from ten

10

9

8...

7..

6-

And the darkness takes you.

You do eventually awaken feeling fine, though unaware why you were there. Told you had to get surgery for something, after a couple of days to heal, you were set about on your life none the wiser to the reality of what you did.

Days later-

Tanya had finally found where your string led to, after having trusted her gut to go this way, something telling her to hurry along. Eventually, that call to hurry faded after a while. But she was close, she could feel it. When she finally arrived, she walked up to the doorstep and rang the bell.

Anticipation came off her in waves. There was no other way to say she was excited to finally, FINALLY meet you.

Opening the door showed you, a stranger, stunning at that. You were beautiful in her eyes. There was no denying it. She stood there stunned for a bit as you stole her breath away before she remembered she didn't need to breathe. Then her mind caught up to her remembering people didn’t like random people staring at them. She looked down at your hand and saw your strings connected. It was you! It was really you! She couldn't help but let the joy on her face show as she smiled at you.

You open the door to see someone standing there, you're not sure who she is, she stares at you for a good second like a computer program freezing until she breaks out of it and then she's smiling at you like she won something, you really don't feel anything but confusion as you look at her.

What does she want? Who was she?

You really weren't looking to be social today. You think back to your bed you just wanted to nap in.

Her voice breaks you out of your daydreaming thoughts

"Hello, I'm Tanya, I believe we're soulmates," she says with a smile.

Oh....she was your soulmate? ...you weren't sure what you were supposed to do with this information. You weren't sure how you....felt?

This is supposed to be exciting, right? Your other half? Something that's impossible for others, it seems...flattering you guess. All you could really do is give an awkward smile. What were you supposed to do? You felt like you couldn't emulate the emotions on your soulmates face. You were content before, you think? You'd just gotten out of the hospital after being sick with something. Now, here's a soulmate you're not sure how you feel about. It's like all emotions come to a blank when you look at her. You don't...feel anything when you look at her.

She looks on but then looks concerned at you. "Are you... not ecstatic to meet?"

Tanya had looked to your face to try and see how you were feeling at this revelation, hoping you were as ecstatic as she was, but all you gave her was a blank look. Perhaps you were shocked? The awkward smile to you looking at her felt....off... she would think you'd be more excited about this,

Asking you why you don't feel more....joy? At finally meeting. You look uncomfortable at the question, and that hurts. Did you not want her? Her mind starts to panic a little bit. Why? Why? You're soulmates... unless you were already with someone? Tanya isn't sure how she'd feel if her fated were with someone else... the simmering of jealousy made her feel conflicted. She tried to listen in to hear anyone else living in your home, but she could hear nothing. Some part of her settles just a bit, but still, the uncertainty is there. Why were you not as excited to meet her as she was you?

You move to ask if she would like to come in, not sure how to deal with this whole situation but not wanting it to happen on your doorstep. You make your way into your home.

Tanya can't help but take a breath, the scent of you intensifies as she walks inwards. This was your home. The walls decorated with pictures, the space cozy and lived in, were these little touches of things around yours?

Looking at the imagery, there were no consistent reoccurring figures. They all seemed friendly but not romantic, she calms at this. There was no one else.

You make your way over to the sofa and sit. Tanya sitting on the other end of the couch

The silence awkward. There was no way to break it.

You make to talk, introducing yourself. You owe her that at least telling her your name. She tests it out, saying your name. She then smiles again and tells you it's a cute name and it suits you.

Some part of you feels like you should feel...something, but you feel nothing... NOTHING. Here, your soulmate, who you see as pretty just stated as a fact, is flirting with you. But there's no uptick in the rhythm of your heart. You feel no joy, no flustered feelings. You give her a raised eyebrow alongside a confused look and say, "Uh... thanks?"

Tanya looks surprised for a second before confused. This was not the reaction she was expecting... no one ever really reacted like... how you did, not often at least, sometimes it's one in a million. Most people fell for her charms, yet here you were unaffected. She wasn't sure how to feel. Trying to make conversation to dispel the awkward tension, she asks what you've been up to recently.

You look over at her and contemplate telling her you really don't remember much. You knew you had photos on your phone of travels, and you remember seeing sights. But you're not really certain why you went on such trips to some places.

You decide to be honest, though. This was your soulmate. Even though you didn't really feel anything, perhaps keeping a friendly platonic friendship would ease this awkwardness.

You tell her that you recently went on a couple of trips, telling her you're not sure why. Perhaps it was just the spontaneity of it. You show her some pictures you took. She smiles at that. Telling you she had tried to find you but that the direction of the string was constantly changing until it stopped. You hear this but aren't sure what you feel. It's like there's a block on your emotions, perhaps not a block but a hole where some aspect of emotions must've sat, but now they're gone. You look at her and only say, "Oh, ok," and move on.

Tanya couldn't help but find that reaction weird. Something was wrong. This wasn't how it was supposed to go...

You tell her that you recently woke up in the hospital. Apparently, you had to do some sort of procedure. She looks concerned at that, asking if you're alright. You are, and a small part of you warms at her concern. Telling her you don't think it was anything big, but you don't really remember it. You do tell her you're tired, though, and that you'd been planning to nap before she arrived. She looks hesitant but nods and says she should probably go.

Tanya doesn't want to leave, but it's like there's no pull on you to her. She's entirely in your orbit, but it's like you feel no pull to her. It's confusing and kind of upsetting. The soulmate bond should want you to be around her, but here you are acting a polite acquaintance. It's not making sense, and it's starting to worry her.

In a moment of remembrance you move to get up, telling her you'd be right back you walk into your room and into your closet, pulling out from the closet a box labeled soulmate, you weren't sure when you had the time to do all these extra letters but you'd give them to her anyways.

She was finally here, so it was the perfect chance.

You walk out with a shoe box in your arms. Looking over at her, you bring it out and offer it to her. Tanya can see that the shoebox is old, in a childish scrawl on the top, it says to my soulmate. Her heart can't help but soar. You must feel something for her if this is something for her that you've held onto for years, no?

You tell her when you were younger you used to write letters to her. You're not sure how many times or when, but there seem to be quite a few letters. You say, handing the box over to her. She accepts it excited to see what you wrote, but then realizing again that she has to leave. She looks at you as you stand awkwardly and asks if she can hug you, you let her. For her, the hug is comfortable. Your scent is lovely, homey. She feels as if she's finally home. Whilst on the other end, you feel nothing. It's just a hug, but emotionally, you feel nothing towards it.

Despite not wanting to end the hug, Tanya does so. She looks to you and hopes to see something on your face when she says she'll be back to visit. You only blink and go OK. Perhaps you weren't an emotional person? Taking the box she makes to leave you, as you walk her to the door. Afterwards, she lingers until she hears your heart rate change, indicating you were asleep.

Tanya sped off to read the gift of these letters you had left her, unsure which one to start with. Eventually, she settles on the newest looking one. What she gets was not what she expected, though. The scent of dried blood stained the paper a bit. But the contents were worse.

"Dear soulmate,

I don't know if you'll ever come for me. If you'll ever see these words. The hanahaki is getting worse, and I don't know how long I'll live. My throat hurts from the damage of the petals and leaves, and sometimes it hurts to breathe.

I know that I promised you way back when as a child that I'd always love you, and I mean it, I always will. But I don't think you'll be waiting for me since that one time I saw you at the nightclub. You're probably happy living your own life. You wouldn't spare a thought for me. You're happy with him.

And I know it might be selfish of me to get the surgery to rid the hanahaki, but I want to live. I don't want to die.

If I live there's a chance you can see me and not a tombstone if you ever do come looking for me.

I've booked the time for the procedure to be done soon, I doubt you'll find me before it. I doubt that the stars will align or the fates will bring you to me.

I fear...I fear the loss of my emotions for you. The memories of you, though bad. I wanted to hold on, I wanted to stick around, but with the hanahaki, I don't think I'll stick around long enough. I'm tired of fighting. It hurts. I'm sorry, but know I'll always love you, and if you find me and I dont, I'm sure I can fall in love with you all over again.

I'm sorry I decided to go through with this, my love, my soulmate.

But I want to live."

There signed at the bottom your name. The paper was stained with small splatters as if you had a fit before you sealed it.

Tanya's mind couldn't help reeling at the info. You....you had hanahaki, you love her...

had loved her...

Knowing of hanahaki, she knew mortals tended to try and rid them. She had seen people lose the spark of who they once were with their procedures. Did the side effect do this to you? Was this why...was this why you acted like so? The love you had for her taken with the hanahaki?

Her mind couldn't help but go over everything. Of course she would come for you. How could you ever deny it? But who was this other you spoke of? There was no one else. There was only ever you, she's waited a millenia for you. She goes through previous letters written before this one, seeing letters you wrote on your trip attached with some photos. She couldn't help but smile at the care you had before. Her unbeating heart swelling and breaking, knowing the procedure changed you...

Finally, she gets to the letter. The night that you mentioned. She felt distraught that the cause of all this was because you had mistaken one of her flings as something more. It was her fault... the hanahaki was her fault. You suffered because of her.

You lost a part of you because of her...

You saved your own life believing she wouldn't come.

She couldn't help but regret. If she was only a little faster if she only listened to that feeling that told her to hurry up, perhaps she could've made it in time.

Perhaps if she came earlier and found you earlier, she could've made you see that she loved you and it could've all gone away. If only she was a little faster She could've stopped the procedure from happening, she could've still seen you as you, when the spark was still in you, when you still...when you still loved her. Her heartaches at the thought. You loved her, but now that love is gone.

Because of a stupid fling, because she was too late in finding you, too late to stopping you and trying to get you to see that she did love you, that she had waited for you...

You got rid of what was killing you, and with it, it took something that could not be replaced...

The thought hurt her chest. It ached at the reality of the situation.

She decided to try to stick around. After traveling home to pick some things up, she returned back to where you were. Deciding to rent a place for a bit. She wanted to know you. Some little part hoped that perhaps she could get you to love her, that you could fall for her again. So she visited you often, she got to know your schedule and what you do in your day to day life. Every time she visited, she hoped for some spark within your eyes, but it was always a neutral expression. It always hurt her a little more when her hopes were dashed. Every time she came around, you would treat her cordially. It was enough at first, but in her heart, she knew she wanted so much more with you. Something she knew you couldn't give her because of that stupid hanahaki. So with every time she visited and every time it felt like you held her at arms length, it broke her a little more. She often daydreamed that maybe something could be done. But there was nothing, and the life you two could've had together was just that, an unobtainable dream.

Her heart hurt at these thoughts, that you could never be with her how she wanted it to be, her chest hurt as her throat tickled not from the need to feed but something else as she then coughed and coughed like she was trying to wretch up human food she accidentally ate. Then, after a bit bringing her hand to her mouth, she coughed up a single daffodil petal

And there was only one glider 👀

The way people are trying to belittle this scene and say how it’s not romantic by saying “oh but- but... there was only one glider, of course they’ll have to hold onto each other” are so ridiculously petty. Yeah, red crackle shippers know that there was only one glider. But we like it because it’s fricken adorable. The fact that they even have a scene like that in the first place is crazy and adorable. Carmen doesn’t have a scene like that with anyone else, so it makes it unique and in our eyes, romantic in a sense, since it’s a scene and moment only they share together. Holding onto each other, looking into each other’s eyes. Being so close, closer than before. It’s special.

So yeah. People gotta stop being petty and stop trying to belittle scenes.

my new favorite fic trope is “will-they-won’t-they-fuck”.

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thats funny

Ooo, love this trope.

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