It Didn't Take Sunday Long To Notice Your Admiring Gaze. You Were New. A New Assistant That His Sister

It didn't take Sunday long to notice your admiring gaze. You were new. A new assistant that his sister picked out herself. Apparently you both have been friends for a long time which worries Sunday.

Because honestly, he at first thought you only befriended Robin to get close to the Family. However, after meeting you, well, he discovered you were quite harmless. A little dumb even, no offense.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he said smoothly in attempt to tease you with his knowing grin.

It was one of those rare days when he would be working at his desk and you would be with him in his office.

It was also when he would notice your ogling gaze on him the most too.

And when he turns to look at you to gauge your reaction the moment those words leave his mouth, he doesn't see your flustered expression, your lips quivering in embarrassment, or your eyes averting away from his own.

Instead, he hears a click and a flash of light.

Did you just-?

He blinks momentarily as his face morphed into one of bewilderment. In turn, you brought your phone down and gave him a questioning look, "what? Something wrong? You said I could take your picture."

"I, well, i-"

He couldn't stop his cheeks from flushing into a dark red as his wings went to cover them. He coughed, "It was just an expression-"

*click*

"So cute," you muttered as you ogled your new photos of Sunday himself.

All the while, the halovian before you could only hide behind his wings and the stacks of paperwork as you continued to take "cute" pictures of him to your hearts content.

"Hey! Maybe you should take pictures of me too? Since I catch you checking me out sometimes."

YOU NOTICED THAT?!

Sunday decided that you were a dangerous foe right then and there. Bad for his heart, and bad for his reddening cheeks too.

𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐧𝐝. .

. . now he's truly all alone in this world.

// tws ; slight cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au 

a/n: part two to dear. my darling !!

sorry it took so long, i have finals soon so ive been busy studying

aventurine stood at the doorway in utter shock.

you lied on the wooden tiled flooring of your apartment, blood smeared across your lips.

your apartment reeked of rotten flowers and, when he looked down, marigolds were splayed everywhere. single flowers, a few petals, clumps of them--they were all covered in splotches of dried burgundy blood.

aventurine snapped back to his senses. you were laying there, completely still, and he was just standing?

he took a sharp inhale and rushed forward. kneeling down by your side, he immediately placed a hand on your neck to feel your pulse. maybe he was just overreacting, right? he always seemed to do that when it came to you. maybe you were laying there completely unresponsive, but you couldn't be dead or anything! maybe you just fell asleep or fainted or-

he felt no pulse.

your skin was frigid, cold to the very touch. your lips and fingertips were blue, body and face bruised. splotches of black and blue covered you, and your glassy eyes looked forward, never blinking.

aventurine felt his heart drop.

you were dead.

he sobbed and sobbed for hours next to your body, hugging it tight. why was he so fucking stupid? if he had just talked to you or paid more attention or hadn't agreed to break up and had said he wanted to talk things through first maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't be lying here dead, surrounded by the pungent scent of rotting marigolds.

aventurine broke out into a coughing fit. gently lowering your body to the ground, he brought one hand up to cover his mouth.

his coughing ceased.

he lowered his hand.

in the middle of his palm laid one bright yellow petal.

(no supe como traducir esto a inglés, sorry xD)

bust... or maybe i'll take it all!

THE AVEN + HANAHAKI THING YESSS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG BECAUSE LIKE. I know it's always super angsty when it's the reader that gets hanahaki but rine having it. imagine pushing your s/o away because you don't think you can do a relationship rn just to get hit by the stupid idiot in love disease. damn sucks to be you man

(tbh hanahaki as fun as the angst is I love aventurine so much and usually just alter hanahaki to be like less deadly because a) I DONT WANT TO BE SAD and b) the whole guilt of "I developed hanahaki because of you now love me or I WILL die" feels strange to me)(but also yum angst and the consequences of pushing someone away) ((sorry I talk a lot teehee okay bye))

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. .

. . too bad he wasn't your darling anymore.

// tws ; slight cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au 

a/n: finally wrote the aventurine exes hanahaki au lol ,, had no idea how to finish this but i might make a part 2 !! :3

ever since you had started dating aventurine, you felt like you were a burden to him in some way. but you were never sure if you were actually a burden to him, or if that was your mind playing tricks on you.

but last week had just solidified your beliefs.

you both had fought over something petty--you couldn't be bothered to remember what it was--and harsh words had been thrown around in the process.

words that cut deep into you, practically making you bleed out.

and after that?

aventurine had ignored you for the rest of the entire week. he hadn't even glanced in your direction. it was fine if he needed some space to think, but he didn't even tell you, he just started fucking ignoring you.

your efforts to talk to him had just been met by blank uninterested violet eyes.

everything that happened in the last week had all led up to yesterday.

you stood in front of his door, swallowing your nerves. why were you so nervous?

after everything that happened, everything you felt, everything he said, you didn't think you could handle a relationship at that point.

so, when aventurine answered the door, his blonde hair unruly and lavender eyes tired, you took a deep breath and finally said the words you had been so scared of saying.

"i want to break up."

--

now, you were rethinking your decision.

on one hand, it felt like a large weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

on the other hand, breaking up with him had left you in your current predicament: crouched on the cold tiled floor of your apartment, hurling up bright yellow marigolds. you coughed them up, unwillingly watching as they hit your newly polished floor. they hit the ground ungracefully, clumped together with a disgusting mixture of mucus and blood. you gagged on the flowers as the sickly sweet smell of the marigolds hit you, making you feel lightheaded and sick to your stomach.

you didn't think you would get the disease again after aventurine asked you out.

you had it once, albeit briefly. it was before you had even talked to aventurine, too scared to do so. maybe it had been your shyness, or maybe you were just scared of rejection. you weren't too sure which, but it had caused you to cough out a few lemon yellow petals.

but, as quickly as the disease had started, it had ended. aventurine talked to you and started getting close to you, and your hanahaki had eventually diminished into nothing. after that, you thought it would never start again.

but you guessed you were wrong, since the disease decided to plague you.

marigold petals--slick with mucus--fell out your mouth as you coughed your lungs out. they fell almost gracefully onto the small flower pile.

you took fast and shaky breaths, collapsing. you were too exhausted to move, the hanahaki sucking all the life out of you.

--

it had been a week now, and the disease had just gotten worse. at this rate, it would only take a month or two until you suffocated on the fucking marigolds.

you could talk to aventurine, but he would probably just ignore you again.

you could get the surgery, but you would rather die than forget aventurine. you still loved him.

at this point, you couldn't do anything but hope that the disease would just somehow go away.

--

aventurine was growing increasingly worried as the days passed.

he hadn't seen you at all after you had broken up. sure, that was normal, but his gut told him something was wrong.

horrible thoughts of what could've happened to you plagued his mind, and he couldn't take it anymore.

he grabbed his keys, his coat, and headed towards your apartment.

maybe it was an invasion of privacy, but even your friends felt as if something were terribly wrong. he'd just check on you once, and never speak to you again. you'd be okay with that, right?

--

aventurine had knocked about a dozen times by now, but had received no answer.

he swallowed. he still had a spare key to your apartment, but what if you didn't want him to come in? what if you were just busy? what if he was breaching your privacy?

he took a shaky inhale.

fuck it.

--

he stepped inside your apartment, and was hit by the extremely potent smell of marigolds.

he glanced around, and froze at what he saw.