UTI Warrior

“Did I actually shock you enough to get hurt?” He coughs.

“No, I’m fine I- cough- I flinched on purpose and forgot there were- achoo- mushrooms too- hack.” You wipe his face more and more, using a flask of water to get it off. Thankfully it wasn’t poisonous, just meant to scare off animals. You blow his nose and he looks up at you. “You won’t tell anyone about this, right?” You’re about to tease him again when you look closer at him. Furrowed brows, a slight pout, red nose and cheeks, tears dripping down his cheeks.

…

“That isn’t you considering it, is it?” You realize you took too long to answer. He sniffles like he’s actually crying and you feel something in you stir. Before he can talk you wipe his face to stop him.

“I won’t.. just clean yourself up.”

“Thanks, love.” He manages to get out between rubs.

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Eventually the crew finishes mapping the island and decides to camp outside to enjoy nature, tired of staying on the ship. Your love sleeps next to you, snoozing away while you’re wide awake thinking about his teary eyes. You.. actually thought he looked pretty. You wanted him to cry more. Does it make you a bad girlfriend if your stomach throbbed when you saw him looking up at you like that?

You rub your thighs together, thankful you don’t have a cock to get visibly hard. An advantage.

You look closer at your boyfriend’s face. His eyes are still a teeny red from the irritation of both the spores and tears, you slowly scoot as close as you can to see. This isn’t pervert behavior, you’re his girlfriend, this is perfectly appropriate. Red eyelashes, reddened eyes, if he was crying his cheeks would be red too. You’d kiss his lips red after and make him cry.

“Please, baby..!”

Shanks would beg for you.

His eyes slowly open, your breath kept tickling him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of you so close?” Whispering to not wake the others.

“..i think i’m a bad person.”

“???” Shanks kisses your forehead. “Did you have a nightmare?” You put your head to his, he looks confused but doesn’t stop you.

“Do you think I’m a bad girlfriend?” Now he looks worried.

“Why do you think that, sweetheart? You’re everything to me.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

…

“You’d love me no matter what?” He nods. “Even if I’m strange?” He nods again. “..You’re so sweet. I feel bad for you.” You smooch him, he nuzzles his face against yours. “Would you do anything for me?” Shanks pauses for a moment. “you wouldn’t..?”

“I would..!” He trusts your choices. “I was just caught off guard.”

“Then..” Hesitation makes you pause. “Would you cry for me?” His emotions turn to panic.

“If you’re hurt? Do you-“ You stop him from sitting up.

“I’m not hurt. I mean.. if.. if you..” Shanks has cried in front of you before and you always thought he looked pretty, but you’ve never been so turned on by it before. Not when he would cry over such sad things. However, seeing him cry when he was safe stirred arousal in you. You like seeing him cry. “If I wanted to make you cry, would you cry for me?” You reach a hand out and stroke his cheek, he closes the eye on that side.

“Not the best at crying on command…” He trails off as something clicks in his head. “…oh.” Even in the dark you see his face heat up. “Yes. I would cry for you.” You lean in and press your lips to his in a slow kiss.

“Let’s go to the ship-” He sits up so quickly he almost wakes everyone.

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The sound of making out moves across the ship, Shanks kicking the door to your shared room open and closed so he doesn’t have to let go of you. Once you’re inside you slide off his coat and gently push him down on the bed.

“Wait here.” He’s hesitant but stays. You have an idea on how to make him cry.

You grab rope and fabric from the storage room, hurrying back with it. His eyes lock onto the items and he shifts in place. Shanks isn’t a dom only person but he hasn’t been this much of a sub for you before. To be tied, restricted, it’s exciting.

“I got the fabric so the rope won’t irritate you.” You push him further onto the bed while wrapping the red fabric around the rope then around his torso in a design ending with his arm tied to his own body. This isn’t a wimpy rope, you’ll keep secret that you’re using the ship’s supplies for this. When Shanks tugs to test it he finds it sturdy, as expected he’d need real effort before snapping the fibers. “I forgot to remove your shirt before tying it.”

“Oh, hold on-“ You rip the cloth clean off. “you could also do that.” His dick twitches in his pants, it’s uncomfortable. “Can you..” You press the tip of your finger against the bulge, drawing a small grunt from his throat.

“Can I what?” His breath hitches from the look in your eyes.

“Fuck, take them off. Please.” The digit runs across his clothed length. Shanks leans back, spreading his legs. Maybe if shows how desperate he is, you’ll touch him more. It isn’t going to work.

“You’re so desperate and I haven’t even touched you properly.” You’re only motivated to go further, press hard where his tip is so he clenches his fist and jerks his hips up with a gasp. Your other hand slides up his body, running along his abs, gripping his chest, massaging his neck; you tap his Adam's apple as it bobs with a gulp. “Poor, poor Captain.” You grip the sides of his throat, your other palm brushing over his crotch and holding him down by his inner thigh when they try to meet the pressure. “My poor honey.” His head is spinning, he’s had fleeting thoughts of you doing things like this to him but having it actually happen is a whole different feeling, especially when he was asleep not too long ago. Going from dead asleep to dommed by his girlfriend almost feels like he’s dreaming, but to you it still isn’t enough. He isn’t crying yet.

A kiss lands on his Adam's apple, lightly nibbling it and kissing the stubble on his jaw before sucking hickeys all along his neck and collarbone; all the while groping and fondling his muscular body. Your hands leave with a parting squeeze. There’s a whine of protest.

“Be patient.” You pull down your captain’s pants and free his erection, there’s pre-cum already at the tip. You look up at his flushed face and he smiles. You wipe it off to slide your fingertip along the thick vein underside his shaft up to the top, palming the sensitive head and feeling the pre-cum slick your palm. His breath gets heavy and the moment you know he’s about to cum you snatch the pleasure away along with your hands. He’s about to try chasing again, say something, complain,

when your hand comes up and slaps his dick.

Not harsh, not mean, but enough for a shudder to course through his body. There’s a small pout but it isn’t crying.

“You’re so cute, I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

“Sweetie please.” You smack the underside of his dick again. “Ah!” His eyes get shiny and the rope strains lightly.

Again, again, you stroke and palm and jerk and slap yet every time he’s about to cum it all stops. Until his face down his neck is red the same as his erection, straining as he whimpers from desperation.

“(Y/n)~” You lean down and kiss the tip of Shanks’s dick to watch it twitch desperately before kissing his lips. “Gods.” This is way more than he expected and he groans as you squeeze it roughly. “Please!” His eyes are wet with tears, that’s what you were waiting for.

You undress enough to free your pussy, opening up your labia with your other hand to finger yourself while he watches helplessly. Another torture for your lover to be unable to touch or taste you, but he’s been so good. You’ll let him have something. So your fingers pop from your pussy and into his mouth to let him suck on your arousal desperately. Now it’s time for more fun.

You position yourself above his dick, watching his eyes widen as he pants heavily again. As a last tease you rub your entrance along the glans teasingly,

“Honey, I-“ then slam down all at once. His head falls back and he screams. His dick is pulsing inside of you and you still. “Nnnmm~!” Tears run down his cheeks, it’s all so much and he wants to cum. “Sweetheart..”

“My lovely Shanks, such a crybaby for me.” You kiss his now wet cheek, squeezing around him so he leans his head forward onto your shoulder; his stubble tickles your skin. You need to get off too, swiping across your clit with your finger, pushing him back to watch tears drip down his face. “You want me to move?” He hiccups, nodding. Your other hand comes up to pinch his nipple as you raise your hips slowly, then slam back down. He gasps like the air was knocked out of him and you repeat it. Up, and down. Slow but hard movements. You speed up and his legs jolt, eyes rolling back as he cums inside you suddenly from being edged for so long.

“C-Cant!” Shanks’s fully crying now with rough hiccups and tears pouring from his trembling body. You aren’t quite finished, though; so you continue to ride your boyfriend through his orgasm. His head goes blank and he cries. “I can’t do this, doll- AH!” You squeeze.

“One more time for me, crybaby.” You tilt his chin up and kiss over his scarred eye, then watch the liquid stream down his eyes while you ride him. Reddened brown eyes, wet flushed cheeks, messy crimson hair, sobbing every time his dick bottoms out. You’re close from just watching it. You lean back to hit your g-spot better, moaning when he whines. “One more time, I want you twitching and spasming in me so I can cum.” Your free hand shoves your digits inside his mouth to play with his tongue while the other swipes along your nub. His eyes roll back and he gags while sucking on them. Shanks’s body can’t refuse that, can’t refuse you, he feels the way it builds up for you despite his strong orgasm. Your boyfriend’s thick dick pulses, it only takes one more squeeze before he lets out a strangled groan and warm cum coats inside you once again, finally letting the knot in your stomach snap. The throbbing of his cock, the way your walls milk with each one, you two are linked and you’re taking everything from his shuddering sobbing body.

Finally, you stop. He falls back against the headboard, drooling with tears running down his reddened tan cheeks. “So good for me, Shanks.” You kiss one, though he can’t speak right now. The ridges of his softening dick are a little overstimulating as you pull out, the liquid of both of your arousals dripping onto his now limp dick. You take the chance to make more hickeys onto his torso. “Open.” He opens his mouth instinctively and you shove your tongue into his mouth and down his throat while he takes it. Only a small noise of pleasure comes from him. Shanks loves you.

You untie him and the redhead flops onto his back, trying to get his bearings while you wipe him clean. He shivers when you carefully clean his dick. You’ll take care of him.

“You don’t want a bath?” You ask since he seems to have made his comfort on the mattress.

“Want to cuddle.” He mumbles. That settles that. You wipe yourself as clean as you can and lay next to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his body as he gets comfy on your chest.

“You did so well, crybaby.” You feel a nibble on your nipple. “Hey!”

“Don’t yell, I’m just a crybaby.” He jokes, sucking lightly with a pop before sighing in relief.

“You’re so silly.” You run your hands through his hair. He did so well for the first time either of you have done something like this. To make him cry for your pleasure, maybe you really aren’t a bad girlfriend for that; at least he didn’t look like he was all that suffering. You can’t say anything else, though, because he’s already asleep. You woke him up in the middle of the night to do this and he’s out of energy, plus girlfriend pillow. You stroke his red hair, playing with it lightly before yawning yourself. The ship is rocking, the waves a lullaby, the warmth of your satisfied lover on you.

You fall asleep.

He hears a knock at the door.

“Captain? Shanks?” The redhead freezes from your voice. How embarrassing for him that you saw him run like a coward when he’s this aged, no wonder you don’t care. “I–I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I actually do care if you cough up blood and it isn’t pleasant for me to cough up blood either. I didn’t want to stress you out and—I wanted to know how bad you were doing.”

“You don’t have to make up reasons to cheer me up, I just didn’t want you to see the gore. Real gross to see me hacking up a flower.”

…

“It was worrying, but I.. have it too.” Shanks’s heart drops.

“What?”

“I have Hanahaki disease too.” You don’t want him to be alone in this.

“You need the surgery. Does Hongo know?” This is what gets him to open the door. Worry for you.

“I’m not having it, and Hongo knows.”

“What do you mean you’re ‘not having it’ you’re gonna die without it-”

“What about you? You don’t look like you want it, you’re not even getting meds from our doctor like I am.” You feel bad for fussing but if you can guilt him into getting it, lose memories of him in exchange for his life, then you’ll get it. There’s no point in keeping his memory if he dies when you have the opportunity to do something.

“I can’t. I need to-”

“What about after?”

“...I.. still..” Even after all of this he’s still not convinced.

“Who is it?” For a moment you have hope it could be you, but it’s shut down like many times before.

“They’ve died already.” It isn’t you. It’s another person that he’s so adamant about. “I don’t want to forget them when they have no more chances to leave their mark.” ‘I can’t tell him. It isn’t me. He would’ve told me if it was me.’

“You can write it down! I just, you can’t- I don’t want you to die like this!” There’s a head shake in response.

‘It hurts hearing him say this with another person in his heart.’ “You know it isn’t the same, (Y/n).”

“Captain!” He shuts the door on you. “Shanks!”

‘I can hold it, I accepted the chance of death long ago.’

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Like Shanks had expected, you told Hongo. You know by now that Hongo has the medicine to prolong Shanks’s life, and keeping the option open might help the captain choose the surgery. Only the doctor knows, though. The crew would be in disarray if they found out he was going to die, choosing to die; along with enemies finding his eventual death a chance. They could go after him for his weakness, or prepare for him to die so as soon as he does they can raid his allies. It’s the reason why Roger had kept his wife and child secret instead of bringing them, an imminent death only means trouble for anyone close to people like him; and now like Shanks. He has to take the medicine anyway, knowing you have someone that’s not him that you would die painfully for rather than just forget them is making him worse quicker than he hoped; even if still much longer than usual. How could he ever convince you to have the surgery when he’s refusing the same as you. Though the idea that you would have it in exchange for him having it is… tempting.

“I would be able to do your surgery even if it progressed after years, I have the skill and could gain more information by that time.” The doctor once again tries to convince his captain while refilling the prescription.

“You could also do the surgery on (Y/n) quick enough it would be like nothing happened.” There’s a dark part of him that wants you to get the surgery so that your memories of this person you love is gone. ‘As if that would give me a chance, or the right to one.’

“They’re grown the same as you, I can’t force the surgery; not mentioning the success rate dropping from a nonconsensual surgery.” The more the person accepts a flower removal the less difficult it will be, as the plant is based on emotion. Gripping onto the memories, it grips harder into your body; let them go and it’ll loosen. The redhead sighs.

“I want them to live more than anything. Memories of someone who doesn’t love (Y/n) while being alive to do so isn’t worth keeping.” His statement causes the doctor to stare at the redhead with shock. Shanks would want someone he cares about to live but he wouldn’t go this far, especially when the Emperor’s captain had chosen something similar. “I mean—well he’s needed on the crew, right?” Hongo is still suspicious, and a little disappointed in his captain for being so aggressive, but chooses not to answer; instead going back to his work.

Once he’s done with the medicine, Shanks leaves quickly.

‘I can’t be saying that. Nothing like that.’ How terrible to say something so selfish outloud, much more to a crewmate who was making a good point. It makes much more sense for Shanks to have it considering he has much more responsibility, yet he has the audacity to insult your choice.

While he’s lamenting, the doctor thinks something else.

‘I need to tell Beckman about this, he’s known Captain for longer.’ Patient confidentiality doesn’t fully matter in this.

(Your POV)

It isn’t you. It isn’t you and it’s someone he loves enough that he’s willing to do something as drastic as die for just the memory of them, despite how many things he’s abandoned for the greater good. It isn’t even 100% sure that he could make it for years, he’s going to get sicker and sicker with time, and you like him! The third reason may not matter as the others but you still love him. To the point there’s enough envy for you to want to forget that dead person just so he doesn’t love someone else. How horrible of you when you’re supposed to be his crewmate and close friend. You should be comforting him but instead you’re here insulting the apparent love of his life that died too soon.

“You’re coughing an awful lot, (Y/n).” Beckman suddenly mentions as you write which supplies to stock once docked. “Doesn’t seem like it’s getting any better, even with the medicine Hongo’s been giving you.”

“..It just takes a while to really work. That’s all.” He taps his pen on the clipboard while you rummage around.

“Hm. Crazy how our captain seems to be the same, that he showed symptoms after you, and how you avoided him for quite a while afterwards. You went through a period of stopping the avoidance but this morning you offered your help instead of talking with him. A strange pattern, isn’t it? For two who supposedly have a contagious illness they gave each other to not be together, or the way our doctor only gives you medicine without bothering to quarantine nor give you a mask to wear.” He’s observant. “The medicine doesn’t look or smell like the type Hongo’s given before to lessen contagions, nor do the components used make much sense for the wanted effect. Why do you even bother hiding your handkerchief if the discharge isn’t contagious, anyway?” Too observant! Did he sneak into the medical office to check the medicine!? “Just some things I want to point out. Of course someone is entitled to their privacy, so you don’t have to show signs of guilt or shock or anything.” He pats you on the back. “Don’t even bother answering. Just keep being as flowery and optimistic about this illness as usual.” You’re cooked.

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(Hongo’s POV)

Hongo needs to talk to Beckman while the others are docked but he hasn’t seen the man anywhere. At this point he’ll just go back to his office and study this horrible disease killing two of his friends, hoping some sort of revelation will come. He opens the door and turns on the light.

“You’re pretty stressed about a simple illness, hm Doctor?” Jumpscare. “Even looks like one of your books has been opened again and again, you’ll sweat the color off of the page completely at this point. Some pretty flowers on it, too.” Maybe he didn’t even have to tell him. Hongo sighs.

“When’d you figure it out?”

“I wasn’t quite sure until recently, but a strong reaction to the word ‘flowery’ is pretty telling.”

“Who’s reaction?” He closes the book grimly, not seeing the cogs in the first mate’s head quickly click.

“Don’t tell me that idiot has it too.”

“So it was (Y/n) who gave it away.” Hongo looks so.. tired.

“I suspected he had it too but I wasn’t as sure, he’s got too much experience hiding things.” Beckman rubs the bridge of his nose. “Or maybe I was just hoping he didn’t.”

“This makes it easier, I need your opinion since one of them might like the other.”

“(Y/n) already gave it away.”

“..?” Hongo turns to his crewmate and Beckman stares at him.

…

The first mate turns around and almost storms out of the room.

“At least explain it to me first!” He manages to pull Benn back.

“He told me he was done with his crush and he developed a sickness because of it. Why would I bother waiting?” Hongo continues to pull until the first mate pauses. “Shanks showed signs of favor towards (Y/n) for a while, eventually getting strong enough for me to point it out, but he told me he was getting over it.” Just like Beckman has been with Shanks for a long time, Shanks has also gotten used to the way Beckman analyzes things. The blonde sighs again.

“It turned out for the better in the end.” A huge weight feels like it’s been lifted off his shoulders, he might even float at this rate.

“It would be better if neither of them loved each other.”

“Well we’re past that point.”

“We need to tell the both of them before they end up causing too much damage to their bodies. Gods know how bad his has gotten by this time.” Despite the insults, he cares for Shanks too much. Every minute the redhead spends in pain is agonizing. He’s already failed to prevent pain too many times.

“It’ll be better for me to prepare first, the flower doesn’t come out easily even once dead.” That finally stops the first mate completely.

“Alright.”

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(Your POV)

Of course both Hongo AND Beckman want to talk to you. You can’t believe you were so easily read, even if it’s Beckman. You step into the medical office.

Shanks is there.

The door locks behind you.

no.

“Don’t bother trying to break it down, by the way, I asked Lucky to block it.” The first mate is trusted enough to get his orders followed if it’s serious… and has to do with their less-than-careful-about-his-wellbeing captain. Said captain panics, looking between you and them.

“You probably both know why you’re here.” Hongo gives an apologetic expression, but then a determined one. “I’ll have you say it first, Captain.”

“Say what first?” You ask and the redhead begins to sweat. “Did you lie about how much time you have!?”

“Uh- Well-”

“Captain.” Beckman states.

“You see-”

“Shanks.” He talks firmer, as if the Captain has to admit it first or this won’t work. Like he’d still end up hiding it if you confessed. That kind of hurts.

“Beckmannnn.” Shanks resorts to puppy eyes on his first mate. “Benny?” The sparkles are bounced off of his dark aura.

“Shanks. If you don’t say it, I will, and I will do it in much more detail.” Your captain freezes with despair and you awkwardly shift around. At this point the flower is going to progress faster from your love’s confession of lying, much more if it turned out to be for his love’s sake.

“(Y/n).” You go back to attention at his voice. “I.. so..” He lets out an awkward chuckle. “So erm.. I lied about who it is.”

“Who is it?” You’re getting depressed.

“I need to say this with you aware that there’s absolutely no obligation for you. This is my own problem.”

“I–okay.” He gives one last attempt to convince the first mate with panic eyes but the dark aura grabs the droplets and crushes them. Shanks looks back at you. He’s trapped. He doubts he could even pretend to collapse.

“It’s.. you.”

“My fault?” You misunderstand.

“You! It’s you! I’m in lov- I like you.” He blurts out. “And it isn’t your fault in the least, alright? I failed as your friend and captain that…” Words trail off in your mind.

It’s you.

You’re the one he’s in love with so much he’s so sick with the Hanahaki disease.

You should feel so much guilt but you’re starting to get really happy and-

Stab

Swirl

Shiver

Something inside of you is squirming, drying, losing vitality, spontaneously drying out and curling inside of you with the pressure it’s been putting onto your body suddenly being relieved in a painful way.

“Hongo!” Beckman yells and the doctor grabs what’s needed.

This would be easier if you didn’t let it progress so much, the flower doesn’t necessarily want to do this, but the way the nutrients flood out and the sharp pain from the stem and roots curling up and cutting into the honeycomb of your organs is harming you. Pierced tissue is unplugged and spontaneously healed, developed blooming buds cut you with their previously soft petals with every breath. Drying out and cutting, healing and making more lacerations as it dies.

“We need to pull it out before it cracks into multiple pieces!” Your mouth is forced open by an instrument and forceps forced into your throat; at the very least the serum keeping your throat open is still there. If this flower isn’t pulled out in time, along with the smaller branches, it’ll break into pieces and you’ll need open surgery anyway.

The metal grabs onto the flower stem and starts to pull, slowly and surely, it hurts but the expertise of the doctor keeps it steady and away from breaking apart. Your eyes glance onto the big flower coming out of you, one by one the petals are curling and drying, the stem and vine has lost its brighter green. Your eyes trail to the side to see Shanks pale and worried, but held by the first mate.

Finally the last of it comes out, and the rest of the little buds are pulled out with a few hacks shaking them out enough to be extracted. The blood is gently sucked out while your lungs heal. It feels both weird and nice the way the plant just injected the nutrients back into you. It would be even nicer if it just came out fully its own, though. Well, yours would eventually, but it’d take a lot more time and pain.

The instrument is gently pulled out and you cough a little more before calming down. Your breath is rough. You look at Shanks.

“I.. love you.. too.”

“That’s what happens when the love is reciprocated!?” The redhead shouts. “W-Wait you love me too.” His eyes sparkle, then darken. “You shouldn’t.” He was going to explain more but plants don’t have the concept of patience.

He clutches his chest, breathing roughly. Hongo starts the same as he did to you but pauses.

“It’s.. so much more developed. It won’t come out without a risk of breaking.” Shanks starts to choke. It’s trying to force itself out now, likely because there isn’t enough space inside of his lungs. “I can wait for it to shrink, but-” Shanks twitches. “-the other flowers are interfering. They shrink first.” He’s choking and using armament haki doesn’t work for open wounds; especially when it’s weak from his constant usage. You pull the tool out.

“I love you.” You state, then put your lips onto his. Shanks’s eyes widen, his cheeks flushing a bit. Before the others can point out this really isn’t the time, you act.

Ssuuucckkkkkk

You’re inhaling. If the main flower is still soft enough then you could suck it out. That way the pressure won’t be put on individual petals that would just rip off while leaving their large base intact. Hongo decides not to mention he has an instrument for that he was about to use.

Suuuuuucckkkkkkkk

You continue, taking breaths in the middle until-

-it pops out.

Shanks heaves from the new breath of air.

“I can take it from here..” Hongo gently pushes you to the side before putting the tool back in. “This is going to hurt, Captain.” He gently plucks petals from the bloom, they curl and have no space to go so they cut into the captain’s gums with each tug. This is time limited, short breaths to not inhale the petals again will eventually make him pass out. The flower is squeezed, gently, carefully, this needs to not trigger a chain reaction. It’s finally small enough to leave his mouth, the dried bloom tugged out, then it’s time to navigate. Swirls, shapes, dried out in place that needs to be carefully pulled out in different movements until the main is out.

He lets the remaining flowers come off on their own, he had to unfortunately. It took time to remove the bloomed buds but they’re finally out. All fully developed and the main one several times larger than the opening of both his throat and mouth. His mouth is completely cut both inside and out, even the sides are swollen and one of his lips is lacerated. His jaw dislocated slightly.

The tool is finally pulled out and Shanks’s jaw is put back into place, lips sanitized and treated, everything bandaged and compressed perfectly via the expertise of an unrealistically skilled doctor and due to Shanks’s unrealistically strong flesh. Still, the complete bottom of his face is basically mummy bandaged, his jaw held in place by more. He looks a bit silly but that doesn’t matter right now.

“You didn’t have enough haki to protect yourself all the way. Were you using it this entire time? Was this your method of stalling your death? You need that during battle!” You yell and he looks away. Hongo looks over the extracted flowers.

“They’re incredibly large, and very developed. Captain, how long were you holding this in?” They grow stronger from 3 reasons. Time, amount of love, and how unrequited the love is. How much you think the love is unrequited, anyway.

“it just made more sense for you not to love me.” He manages to speak very carefully. You sit next to him and gently hug him. Beckman drags Hongo out of the office to give you two alone time, you can yell if something goes wrong. “it’s a bad idea, (y/n). you’re going to regret this.”

“I wish I could kiss you right now.” You settle with smooching over his bandages. He blushes a little.

“you’re going to fall out of love eventually." Kiss. “i have too many reasons for you to leave.” Kiss. “i’m bad for you.” Kiss. “stop.” He’s getting redder. “i’m trying to be serious..” Kiss.

“I love you a lot, okay? I’m going to learn more about you and I’m going to keep loving you. If I learn anything stressful, or anything worrying, I’m not going to leave, I'm going to stay with you and help you through it. Do you know how many times my heart broke seeing you go home with someone? How many times I wished that you would suddenly come to me and say you never wanted to be with anyone else other than me? Half of the development of my flower was from me thinking that you loved someone else! I was even thinking stuff like hoping you got the surgery so I could have a chance with you! Isn’t that horrible of me?”

“i was thinking the same thing.” Kiss. “okay.” He “kisses” you this time. You can tell he’s still unsure but he has hope. He accepts it.

He coughs.

“Hongo!?” The doctor comes back and removes the bandage. The captain coughs out a good amount of thorns.

“I shouldn’t be surprised you were still having doubts.” The doctor mumbles. If the person itself doesn’t accept it there will be a few thorns left. The bandages are put back on.

“sorry.” You both end up turning and kissing each other.

No one actually says how the flower gets out, and i always figured if it was big enough it wouldn’t be able to be just be absored or anything so I came up with having to pull it out. Congratulations it’s a beautiful withered flower 👶🌸