*slaps* HYPNOCRAFTED!!

Oh, she's at it agai-

*YEET*

Two things!

One: HYPNOCRAFTED!!!! I blame sixth_bright_shiner for getting me addicted to this ship.

Two: Sorry the upload took so long!! I had like, zero romantic motivation :/

Also personalities just got yeeted out the window with this one-

Warnings are blood and vomit, this is hanahaki!

Setting is... Hermitcraft? Ish? WHATEVER-

WC: ~940

Enjoy!

xB felt a small smile come to his face as he looked at the picture. It was him and Hypno, both with smiles upon their lips, looking happier than xB had felt in a while. Ever since Hypno had left in Season Five, things just hadn't been the same with xB. 

Mainly because he was deathly sick.

Not deathly just yet, no. 

But soon-to-be.

Hanahaki. It wasn't a foreign concept to the Hermits. Caused by unrequited love. Cured in two ways: if the love did become requited, or if the victim took a potion that killed their emotions.

And what did it do?

Vomit.

You would vomit up blood, petals, and thorns.

xB would know.

He would know because he's crouched over a bucket right now, vomiting his blood mixed with dandelion petals.

And there's nothing he can do about it.

Because Hypno is gone.

There have been many things in Hypno's life that he's regretted.

Most were something small.

A screw-up in a project.

Dooming your lover was so much more than a screw-up.

Watching xB hurts his soul.

Trapped as a soundless spectator.

The violent coughs pierce him, hurting more than any sword ever has.

The blood feels like his own, making him dizzy and ill.

The dandelion petals sting like bees, a flower once loved, now wished dead.

xB was going to die.

And there's nothing he can do about it.

Because xB is universes away.

 xB decides to leave Season Six. 

A part of him wonders if, somehow, he'll stumble across Hypno.

He can only wish.

Want.

Hope.

Need.

Not all needs are fulfilled. 

The former Hermit sometimes wonders if the potion is the best idea.

He refuses to admit it, though.

Killing off his emotions would be a last resort.

A final option.

Although xB knows it'll never happen.

He'd die for Hypno.

And he will.

Perish in vain it is.

How have I survived this long? xB wondered, rubbing his sore throat. It's been a while since I got sick.

Maybe the healing potions have been delaying it.

And because I haven't seen Hypno in a while.

Maybe I'm losing feelings!

The small constrict in xB's chest as he thought of a certain pair of golden eyes proved otherwise.

The eyes that he could never get out of his head.

<Xisumavoid> Hey, xB, we're starting Season Seven soon, interested in coming back?

xB blinked at the message. The flowers growing on his neck would give him away immediately. Once he was back with the Hermits, everyone would know what was going on.

Maybe that's for the better.

If I go...

At least I'll be able to die in a place I've always loved.

<xBCrafted> Sure!

And that was that.

It was almost over for xB.

And he was fine with that.

All he could think as the darkness and blood overtook him was,

It's almost done.

I'm almost done.

This is the end.

And that's okay.

xB sat up, darkness, tears, pain, and doubts blurring his vision.

It'll all be okay.

I hope.

When Hypno receives the message, he immediately agrees to come back.

He knows what's happening with xB.

He knows that it's his own fault.

And he knows how he really feels about xB.

Why is he sick if the love isn't unrequited?

Because hanahaki is just as confusing as love itself.

Please come back to Hermitcraft, xB.

Or else...

I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself.

If you're gone.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to, Hermitcraft Season Seven, go!" Xisuma exclaimed, then dashes off the island. There's a beat of silence and confusion followed by nervous laughter, before Xisuma called out "Go!"

xB hesitated as the rest of the Hermits departed from the spawn island. He checked his communicator, looking for compass rose directions.

It wasn't until he put down the holographic device that he noticed a pair of observant golden eyes.

He and Hypno were alone on the island.

Immediately, petals started building up like lava in a volcano, the thorns in a tornado that tore him apart from the inside-out.

"xB," Hypno said slowly, not really helping the other's case.

God why is he so prett-

STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!

Pain flares up, a fire in his veins. His vision tints red and he has no choice but to kneel down and throw up before he, probably, internally combusts.

The world becomes a blur of colors, namely red and yellow, like watercolors. Watercolors, poured all over the canvas of his vision, melting together into a dysfunctional puddle.

Why am I like this?

A lovesick idiot.

The darkness is a monster, a demon, a claw of agony just waiting-

I'm going to die.

All he can feel are petals, he's floating on a cloud of petals, except the cloud is gone and he's falling, falling to his death because it's over.

The warmth and cold collide, fighting like adversaries.

It's all cold and he's cold and everything is frigid, dangerous ice that slices at him.

And then there's warmth.

It melts away all the ice and he's pulled back to reality,

Right into Hypno's arms.

"xB!" Hypno yelled, his voice drenched in panic. "Stay with me!"

I wish I could.

But it's too blurry for-

xB's thoughts are silenced as warmth fills his veins when Hypno connects their lips.

For the first time in a while, xB is free from the petals.

The thorns.

The pain.

The burden.

It was over, but not in the way xB had expected.

Shimmering teal and striking gold meet.

And xB can't resist kissing him again.

I think I still am lovesick.

But better than before.

Personalities went out the window. I warned you.

-Storm