Quick Amangela hanahaki (spelling?????) au i wrote on the bus a while ago:
Amanda sits on the cubicle floor, dabbing at her lips with a flimsy paper towel. It comes away crimson-stained. She groans, leaning her head back against the cubicle wall - hygiene is not her biggest concern at the moment.
Beside her, the sides of the toilet bowl are smeared with dark red and fragments of thistles. She let's out a small sob, drawing her hand to her mouth immediately and wretching in pain. The jolt in her throat from the sob stung, scratched and scored by the thorns.
Amanda takes a moment to collect herself, gently but shakily wiping stray tears from her cheeks. She stands up and brushes a pale pink petal into the toilet before flushing it away along with the blood.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Later
"Hey, Mandy?"
Amanda's heart leaps; her chest aches and her throat stings.
She swings around to face the voice.
"Yeah?" She smiles, "What's up, Ange?"
Angela freezes, then pulls Amanda's face closer to her as she closes the distance between them.
Amanda feels the thistles clawing at her throat.
"The fuck is all this?" Angela whispers, inspecting the corners of her friend's lips, "it looks like blood, Jesus Christ..."
She pulls away. "Are you okay?"
"yeah I'm fine, I'll...I'll be back in a minute, 'kay?"
Amanda rushes back to the bathroom, the one designated for crying. Nobody would disturb her there.
She knows. She knows that the only way to get better is to tell Angela. But she can't, of course. It wouldn't matter anyway. Angela would just laugh, she'd think she was joking. And she'd never like her back, never in a million-
"Hey, Amanda? Can I come in?" Angela questions from outside the door, "I'm worried about you, like really worried. You aren't telling me shit."
Amanda crawls the few feet to the door, unlocking it to quickly return to the sink where she furiously scrubbed at her lips, tears streaming.
"Fuck!" Angela shuts and locks the door, "Mandy, stop! Amanda!"
Angela's eyes are wide as she pulls Amanda's hand away from her face, leaving the tap running. She pulls her into a tight hug, afraid of letting her go.
"what's going on with you?"
Amanda sighs into Angela's hair, holding her as close as she could.
"I've been meaning to tell you something...for a while,"
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Imagine that after becoming a member of the student council, every time Mc came back from the human world they bring flowers. My Mc is a college student so my headcanon is that Mc went back and forth very often.
Sunflowers for Diavolo because he finds hilarious that they are flowers that follow the sun, mallows for Beel so that if he is hungry he can enjoy the sweetness of the petals, canary bellflowers for Mammon because they remind him of gold coins, fragrant carnations for Asmo…
So when Mc is not there and there are no flowers from the human world, the demons become a little melancholic since they have become accustomed to that display of love from their human.
Mammon: *sigh*
Levi: *sigh*
Lucifer: What is wrong with you?
Asmo: I waaaant floooowers!
Lucifer: *sighing* We already have flowers...
Belphie: *lying on the table* Not those flowers...
Lucifer: *massaging his temples* You have to stop, you're putting Diavolo in trouble *pointing at the prince*
Diavolo: *clearly depressed while sighing* I want to see the flowers...
Lucifer: …
Barbatos: *smiling* I think we have a new problem.
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