Gorge De Fleur - Flower Throat

Suggestion - FRENCHSASS said, "/Lila x Chloe pleaseeeeeeeee. I need more gay shit in my life"

Ship - Lila x Chloe

AU -  Hanahaki

A/N - I've decided to split this oneshot into three to four, maybe even five, chapters to A) Get it out quicker and B) To see if this is what the requester meant ♥️

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Chloe scrolled desperately through search results of 'spitting up orange flowers'. She's never heard of that happening, and it seems pretty damn serious.

It hurt to break, move her eyes, and to even exist. It all hurt. Inhaling was a death wish that she had to commit.

As she skimmed article titles, her eyes got hooked on one word. 'Hanahaki'.

'The fuck?' She thought.

Chloe clicked on the article, quickly absorbing the information.

Hanahaki Disease, an illness that sprouts from one sided love. Flowers begin to grow in your lungs, taking away your ability to easily breathe. This illness will only progressively grow worse and you only have around four days to live.

The color of the flowers describe the person you've fallen in love with.

There are two ways to get rid of this illness.

        • Confessing yo your crush
        • Surgery

If your crush doesn't like you back, you'll continue to suffer and need surgery. If they do, the flowers with die down and you'll be able to breath.

If you get surgery, your feelings for your crush will fade with the blossoms.

It's up to you how you want to end your suffering.

"Shit," Chloe whispered.

How could she tell her dad she needed surgery? Come out as a lesbian? Hell no! Her father was openly homophobic at home and coming out to him would only make their relationship worse.

She could lie and say it was from Adrien....

No, that just didn't feel right.

For the longest time, Chloe obsessed over Adrien—but it was completely fake. She was outed to Adrien, which was the reason he was always so cool with her being overly 'obsessed' with him. He was the only person who really heard her out. She didn't want to betray him.

Plus, the flowers didn't represent Adrien at all. He hated orange.

She'd have to confess.

Chloe coughed a couple times, her train of thought being interrupted.

Her throat burned and scratched and her eyes watered uncontrollably—some water dripping down her cheeks slightly.

"I have to tell her. Got dammit."

Then, another thought hit her. She'd have to go to school while coughing up flowers.

"Shit!" She cursed.

Everything seemed to be falling down around her—her world crumbling.

More water streamed down her face.

She looked at her mirror, seeing the mascara-filled wires flowing down her cheeks.