#they are happy in the afterlife now to me

[mari-lair]

Interesting question!

Hanako's lack of communication will absolutely be the main problem with poly (same with kou btw) but because he is so painfully obvious when he is possessive, it won't be a big issue.

Take this scene for example: Nene cheer up Kou after he loses to one of Mitsuba's supernatural arm allies. She is very cheerful and cute! Holding Kou's hand.

Hanako gets jelly by this and inserts himself between the two. He even put his hands on top of theirs.

And this jealousy is instantly killed when Kou and Nene accept his inclusion, Kou even put a hand on top of Hanako's and the ghost isn't bothered by that at all.

The thing about Hanako possessiveness is that while it have started as the typical "Nene is mine, shuush shuush!" feeling with Kou.

It has slowly morphed into "You make me happy so it's alright if you make Nene happy too."

Hanako's smile is genuine after he scared them here, this wasn't a successful "I must separate them!" plan, he just wanted to spook his favorite humans.

The most recent hints of possessiveness I could find felt less like "Don't get near her!!" and more like "don't leave me behind..."

Take his despair when he fantasies of Kou and Nene going to a festival together and having fun.

He is genuinely bothered by the idea of the two getting cozy, but it's less about them having fun together, and more about them having fun without him.

He recovers super quickly when he finds a way to go to a festival with them both after all. Check how he has a tiny blush when Kou is doing well at one of the games.

(Zoom on the blush cause Im insane)

And he clap when Nene tell Kou he is cool instead of trying to downplay what he did or push Nene away from 'the guy nene fond cool'

Even on chap 96 cover (so after his 'i want to be the one to save you. Not kou, me.'), he is still trying to be part of Kou and Nene's high five, not push Kou away.

Speaking of the 'i want to be your savior' panel, during his vent, Hanako pictures Kou with Nene, both framed in the light while he is behind in the shadows: He considers his solution, his 'ideal' scenario, dark and corrupted.

So he does have a desperate sort of possessiveness of Nene/envy of Kou that he isnt proud of.

If a miracle happens and Nene's lifespan increases, he'll become a temporary presence in her life and he wants more than that. Kou already has so much: He can walk her to school, he can grow up with her, he can give her happiness for the rest of his life, but Hanako can't. He is on a timelimit, dead since they met.

He wants to leave a lasting impact, to give meaning to their short relationship and to his empty afterlife, forever haunted by being a killer.

When he thinks too hard about his situation, he becomes restless.

So, while poly would be a very nice "we are a team, we won't leave you behind" reassurance for him. He will need to be convinced that he is a 'forever' to them and that is... very hard to comfort him on.

Hanako is a closed guy though, so he wouldn't go in dept about any of these insecurities.

Nene and Kou would still be somewhat aware of it though, because he is loud about how sad he is by his inability to leave school, only able to sulk and wait while Kou and Nene are out in each others houses or going on dates and having so much fun without him...

Which Nene and Kou would always try to cheer him up by going to any boundary Hanako want! Like the after school beach chapter!

Which does help!

As for Hanako being possessive of Kou... I feel like that would eventually happen (have you seen Hanako?? he is a ball of clingy possessiveness) but it would take some time.

Hanako is a 60s kid, he have a lot of internal homophobia (same with Kou btw but lets only focus on Hanako for now) so when the 'lets date each other!!' idea happened they most definitively pretended that this poly arrangement is two bros sharing Nene cause she like them both and they both like her and trust each other so everyone is happy :D

Hanako will need a mini arc to go 'maybe i can flirt with guys even when i'm not in my girl form.'

And if by some miracle he talks to Kou about his 'I trust you so much and it scares me' issue, (which is unlikely but maybe Nene can push him in the right direction, she is good at making him open up) and they sort thingd out, Hanako will be unbearable.

Look how clingy he used to be! It would get 10 tines worse.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o wearing their hoodie/clothes

aka: when their tiny s/o drowns in their oversized hoodie and smells like them

Request: CELESTE 😭😭😭 how is your writing so perfect :(( i requested the cute kiss reaction and promptly died (still six feet under) it turned out to be exactly the kind of comfort i needed at the time :( so thank you ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

i have another soft/fluff rq if you’re up for it!! how would ot13 react to their s/o wearing their hoodie/clothes?

as a short girlie representative, i always ADORE these types of imagines, just so soft and cozy in a hoodie that’s way too big but smells like Him, & in your style??? *passes away*

thank you SM for responding to my other rq and for your hard work bringing us WONDERFUL writing (。･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

- 🫧

A/N: OH MY GOD, FIRST OF ALL—COME BACK FROM THE AFTERLIFE, WE NEED YOU HERE 😭😭💛 I’m so happy the cute kiss reaction gave you the comfort you needed!! Let me revive you with another soft/fluffy scenario!!

The Utterly Weak (Melts On Sight) — Joshua, Hoshi, Dokyeom, Seungkwan

Instant cardiac arrest. Gone. Dead. Seeing you wrapped up in their hoodie like a tiny, cozy dumpling is too much for them.

“You— YOU CAN’T JUST—” hand over heart, wheezing.

Expect a dramatic reaction ("Oh no, my heart! This is the cutest thing I've ever seen—"), followed by them immediately tackling you in a hug because they NEED to squish you.

Loves when you steal their hoodies. Will leave them around on purpose just so you take them.

Bonus: Seungkwan will scream and record you. Dokyeom will spin you around. Hoshi will insist you wear it forever. Joshua will be speechless but so soft.

The Secretly OBSESSED (Tries To Stay Cool, Fails) — Jeonghan, Mingyu, Vernon, Dino

Acts like it’s not a big deal, but inside they're combusting.

Jeonghan: He SMIRKS. “Oh, so you’re stealing my hoodie now?” Secretly loves it so much. Purposely ‘forgets’ to take it back.

Mingyu: Trying so hard not to simp too obviously. Failing. “It looks…really good on you.” (He’s blushing.)

Vernon: Blinks. Stares. Mumbles, "That's cute." And that’s it. But he's so soft inside and will probably take pictures when you're not looking.

Dino: Absolutely dying but doesn’t want to be too obvious. “You’re really cute…” If you act shy, he's gone.

The Possessive & Smug (Will NEVER Let You Go) — Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Woozi

Oh, you stole their hoodie? Good. It’s yours now.

Seungcheol: “That’s my hoodie.” smirks. HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S DOING, SEND HELP.

Wonwoo: Doesn’t say much but the way he softly smiles and tugs you into his arms is just rttrxyrxEtsetsHUBJH. Might just buy you more hoodies because he loves seeing you in them.

Woozi: Acts annoyed but is so flustered. “You’re swimming in it.” But he won’t let you take it off. Will pull the hood up over your face just to hide how soft he is.

The Teasing Menace (Won’t Let You Live) — Jun, Minghao

They are having the time of their lives.

Jun: “Oh wow, you must really like me if you’re stealing my clothes.” Purposely tightens the hoodie strings around your face just to see you get flustered.

Minghao: “That’s my hoodie. What do I get in return?” He wants something in exchange. A kiss. Cuddles. Maybe your soul. Smug but soft.

Will tease you mercilessly but also lowkey obsessed. If you take off the hoodie, they’ll put it back on you because ‘it suits you.’

Extra:

EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF THEM. LOVES IT. Even if they act cool about it, they are secretly dying inside.

They will either tease you, melt, or become incredibly possessive. There is no in-between.

Wearing their clothes = automatic death sentence for them.

In conclusion, uou wearing their hoodie = SEVENTEEN ABSOLUTELY LOSING THEIR MINDS.

Which one is your fave reaction?? 👀💛

[im-kiaraaa]

Remember?

[mysonsareturtles]

Just watched Logan for the first time :D (im bawling my eyes out)

[maybebitterxox]

Achilles strokes the face of Patroclus’ corpse. He traces the deep bags under his eyes, stress lines etched into his brow, dried tear tracks streaking down bloody, dusty cheeks.

Achilles now sees every mark this war has left. Every bit of youth and life that was robbed of his philtatos even before he had died. All these things he never noticed when there was still time for him to do something to patch these wounds.

The worst part is that Achilles hadn’t seen the peacefulness resting on his face now in years. Death suited him better than what he had followed Achilles in to, than the fate Achilles had brought upon them both, all for nothing.

[fionnaskyborn]

And a heartfelt

HAPPY FIFTEENTH ANNIVERSARY TO THE GREATEST GAME OF ALL TIME: HALO 3: ODST!!!!!!!!

(Video originally posted by u/TechZen on Reddit four years ago, you can check it out here.)

[masked-and-doomed]

My mom said "she doesn't know what's wrong with me" like okay thanks that's cool I don't plan to ever visit your grave and I am not praying for you

[our-inspire-verse]

Ok ok. I had a cow. I'll have another cow after the break *cut to commercial*

[robinsnest2111]

Bro I'm so pleased that you love this silly little au I thought of it makes my heart so full and I've been happy stimming from all your responses like I'm so touched also that little idea you had about sick Nikki is sending me dude, like how can I not make it canon to the au now! ( Also to clarify they can get sick in purgatory, they just can't die from illness) Thank you so much for being so kind to me and entertaining my silly idea🥺. <3 I have a few more things figured out about the lore if your still willing to read.

When all is forgiven between them, Nikki notices that Mick's hair would always get in the way of his eyes, so he starts braiding Mick's hair for him(he sometimes weaves flowers into them)

The first night Nikki is dead, obviously him and Mick aren't on the best of grounds but when nighttime rolls around and they both crawl into their own beds in their own rooms in the middle of the night Mick hears his door creak open, he freezes and fears for the worst, that somehow some skinwalker has come into their home only to feel a pare of very familiar strong arms wrap around his waist and a familiar face to be pressed into the side of his neck. Nikki had crawled his way into Mick's bed, unsure and unstable in his new reality and in the safety of his bandmates bed, Nikki cries himself to sleep, thinking that Mick was uncontious and unaware of him. The next morning Mick wakes up alone.

When all the Motley guys show up and they all start living in the house Mick almost never gets to shower in hot water anymore as some people (read: Vince) use all the hot water and when he complains Vince is just like well if you wanna take a steamy shower why don't you jump in with me one day.

Tommy becomes the resident cook because out of all of the guys he's the one that can make something that's the most edible.

Nikki and Mick make out infront of the barn once before the others show up and when little fucker walks out and sees them Mick instantly stops kissing Nikki and when he's like, hey wtf? Mick is just like, I can't she's watching, cause he thinks she's gonna come seek revenge from him when he's vunrable 😂

so sorry, you can totally tell me if I should stop or if I'm being annoying, hope you have a great night!

ahhhhh I'm always so happy to receive your asks <33333 and I'm so glad you like my idea so much, I feel so honoured you're including it into canon 😭 💕

the hair braiding omg!!!! so sweet <333

and I can totally picture Nikki's first night on the farm aughhhh and the next morning he'll just act like nothing happened but Mick knows lmao

brb gonna be thinking about Vince/Mick shower sharing for the foreseeable future 😳👉👈

I totally support moderately competent cook Tommy 💪

LITTLE FUCKER YESSS always keeping Mick on his toes xD

Once again I cannot wait to read this <333333

[cinaminrolll]

FUCKING OFFSCREENED?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? THE DISREPECT??

[surrender-souls]

good god when the books are gorgeously and profusely illustrated...

[imonlyheretofollowyou]

Hey! That’s totally not true!

Also? You can do whatever you want, forever.

reflection.

it might take a lot of work, but if you stay patient and put that work in you’ll love yourself a little bit more! i got some stuff, and while im not at the standard i want to be at yet, i’m more hopeful i’ll get there now. that’s trans joy there

[eldritch-queern-magicat]

Feeling under the weather, probably caught the flu or something. Fucking nausea, but at least I have ginger candy. It helps plus it's not even overly sweet. I don't think I realized how grateful I'd be for some kind of candy when I got the bag, but here we are. I just remember seeing it and thinking it looked interesting. I like it, ginger is yummy.

-Cora 🫚😺

[uraveragelonelysapphic]

Lavender

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Nature had always been your life. How fitting that it could now cause your death.

Warnings: angst (with a happy ending!), mentions of vomiting and blood.

a/n: Hello hello! This is perhaps definitely ass, but I really wanted to write for these two because I'm hopelessly in love with them both. Please enjoy!

Hanahaki Disease 花吐��病 (Japanese) is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings, or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

The natural world had always brought you peace. The softness of the grass under your feet, the gentle breeze blowing against your skin, the tender feeling of a flower blooming by your hand. You were a green witch, after all.

That was what had driven your family away. You had been 12 when you first sprouted a lily from your hand. You were more curious than scared; you had always sensed there was something that separated you from the rest of your family. Something about the earth’s treasures had always called to you. 

But even at your young age, you knew who you were living with. Sharing your abilities was a recipe for disaster; a sure fire way to have you outcast from your family.

So you did your best to keep your powers a secret, honing them in private, away from the watchful eye of your parents.

When you were 20, the inevitable happened. You were meant to be collecting berries for dinner when you had spotted a Willow Tree. It was worse for wear; you could feel it pleading for help as you approached it with a soft smile.

“It’s alright,” you soothed the tree as you gently placed your palms against the soil where its roots rested, “You’ll be alright.”

You closed your eyes, focusing on strengthening the roots as green magic pulsed out from your hands, through the soil, and into the tree itself, which began to heal instantly.

The snapping of a twig broke you out from your trance, turning your head to see your mother fleeing the scene. Your heart dropped as you quickly stood, moving to follow her.

She was too fast. By the time you had returned to your cabin, everyone and everything was gone. Your entire family had left you.

You fell to your knees in the middle of what was once your home, tears rolling down your face as you stared at the ground. Numb, broken, grieving.

You don’t know how long you stayed in that spot. You didn’t eat, you didn’t sleep, you just sat, staring, longing.

It wasn’t until a cold hand lifted your chin that you realized you weren’t alone anymore.

“Hello, darling,” a voice said softly, and you locked eyes with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen. Her brown eyes were intoxicating, drawing you in. You tilted your head at her in confusion and intrigue. Who was she? What was she doing here?

“You’ve been sat here for a week, darling. No food, no water, no sleep. You’ll kill yourself if you keep up like this,” she said as she looked at you curiously.

Your eyes widened in realization. Death. 

She shook her head at you gently, sensing your fear. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not taking you. It’s not your time,” she said, stroking your hair gently. 

“Thank you, Lady Death,” you stuttered out, in awe of her soft nature, directly contrasting the connotation of her very existence.

She smiled at you in response. “You can call me Rio, sweet girl.” 

There was a moment where you two merely looked at one another before she looked away, taking on a rather stern expression. “But I feel the need to tell you, sitting here and mourning your abandonment will only hurt you. It’s not your time. So don’t let it be. Get up, you’re coming with me.”

You stumble away from her in confusion. “I thought you weren’t taking me?”

She shook her head. “I’m not taking you to the afterlife. I am, however, taking you in. You’ll be staying with Agatha and I.”

You knew that name. You had read about it during your private studies.

“Agatha? Like…’The Witch Killer’ Agatha? That Agatha?” you asked cautiously.

Rio cackled, extending her hand to you.

You took it.

And so began the years you spent with Death and her lover, Agatha Harkness. The two women were vastly different to their reputations that had preceded them. Sure, they both had a fierceness to them. They had to, in order to survive their daily lives filled with corpses and taking souls.

But, with each other, they held such a softness. Rio often came back from a long day exhausted and drained. Death didn’t tend to be a fan favorite, and people made it evident, shouting at her and berating her as she escorted the souls of their loved ones to the afterlife. But Agatha greeted her at the door each evening with a hug, simply holding her for minutes on end, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as Rio visibly relaxed into her hold.

And Rio returned the favor, treating Agatha with a love full of tenderness and warmth. Comforting her after each nightmare, preventing her from overworking herself, giving her soft apology kisses after any arguments.

Before long, you knew almost everything about the pair. You learned about Agatha and her son, and his loss which nearly tore Agatha and Rio apart. How Agatha was only a ‘Witch Killer’ to keep Nicky alive as long as she could. How Rio held such anguish and guilt at having to take Nicky’s soul. How Agatha once held it against her but now loved her as fiercely as ever.

The two were made for each other, and though they welcomed you with a similar softness to that which they showed each other, you chalked it up to them taking pity on a girl who was abandoned by her family. You knew they could never love you like they loved each other.

But that didn’t stop you from falling for them. It happened subconsciously; you never meant for it to happen. But when your heart panged in longing at seeing Agatha and Rio curled up in each other’s arms in the living room, you knew it had happened. It panged even further as you looked down, noticing a red carnation that had bloomed in your palm against your will.

You were determined to ignore it. Surely you could enjoy their presence without focusing on the way your stomach flipped when Rio smiled at you, or how your heart seemed to triple in size whenever Agatha would stroke your hair in affectionate greeting. But what you had to do became evident one morning.

“We’re headed out for a bit, doll,” Agatha said as you sat at the table eating the breakfast she had made for you.

You nodded. “Okay! Don’t stay out too late, I’m making your favorite for dinner, Ags.”

She beamed at you, making butterflies flare up in your stomach so violently they made you uneasy. “You’re a gem. Isn’t she just?” She turned to Rio, squeezing her hand gently.

“Oh, yeah, she’s the sweetest,” Rio replied, winking at you as you feel your heart beat faster.

The two bid you a final farewell before leaving for the day. As soon as they left, you began to feel an uncomfortable itch in your throat. You furrowed your brows, attempting to clear your throat to ease the discomfort, but to no avail. Eventually you began coughing. It was a cough that made you feel sick, made you feel like something was really wrong.

And when you coughed into your palm and saw the petals of daffodils, your suspicions were confirmed.

You had heard of Hanahaki disease but had always believed it to be a myth. Your heart dropped at the realization that your love for these women was going to kill you.

You had to leave.

So you did. You packed up that day and left, traveling solo for centuries as you studied the disease you suffered from. 

Luckily, it impacted witches differently than humans. As your lifespan tended to be a lot longer, the disease was longer lasting; escalating at a slower pace before killing you altogether.

For the first hundred years, it had mostly been a consistent burning in your throat and coughing up various flower petals. Miserable, but bearable nonetheless.

After those hundred years, it began to escalate at a quicker pace as the flowers bloomed quicker and sharper. After 200 years of this disease, you were weaker than ever before. Coughing constantly, a never ending sensation of your insides burning, vomiting flower petals and blood.

Yes, there was the option of surgery, but you couldn’t bring yourself to allow that option to become a reality. You didn’t want to forget the love you held for Rio and Agatha. They had shown you kindness and softness like none other. You would die before you let yourself remove the memory of them from your very soul.

And you were getting close. You knew your time was running out.

And so, after another long day of slowly dying, you stared up at the sky, longing for your loves, even though you knew it could never be.

It was then that you felt yourself being sucked into the ground beneath you, and you let out a yelp at the shock.

Before you knew it, you were clawing your way out of the ground, now in a completely unfamiliar place. You were on a path in a strange, dystopian-looking forest. You could feel the magic buzzing around you as you pulled yourself up from the ground.

“Who is that?”

“I thought we already got a green witch?”

You heard a gasp and looked up to meet a pair of blue eyes you had longed for night after night for the past 200 years.

“Agatha,” you said quietly, tears welling in your eyes before you could stop them.

A familiar voice said your name and you shuddered at the sound.

“Rio.”

The two women stared at you and you stared back, unsure of what to say.

“So, are you gonna introduce us to the new girl, or…” a witch in a pink dress asked and you broke your intense stare-down to introduce yourself by name to the coven of witches. 

“I’m a green witch,” you explained.

“We’ve already got one,” a teenage boy said, pointing at Rio awkwardly.

You knew well and good that Rio wasn’t here as a green witch, she was here on work business, but you didn’t want to blow what seemed to be a cover, and you also didn’t have a damn clue where you were, so you played along.

“Well, you know summoning spells, you never know how many you’re gonna get…” you tried cautiously, still feeling the gaze of your former housemates burning into the side of your head.

“Y/N, a word?” Agatha finally asked, and you gulp before nodding and following her and Rio to a secluded part of the forest.

“Hey guys…what’s up?” you asked with an awkward smile, trying to ease the tension.

Rio narrowed her eyes at you, crossing her arms. “What’s up is that you up and left 200 years ago without so much as a word to either of us. Care to explain?”

You tried to look to Agatha for support, but she wouldn’t meet your eyes. Your stomach turned at the thought that you had upset these women you loved so deeply.

You took a deep breath, staring at the ground. ���I had some business to attend to. I didn’t want either of you to get wrapped up in it.”

“Was your business ‘killing yourself?’ You look rough,” Rio said, a teasing smirk hiding her worry.

“Thanks,” you rolled your eyes, some tension releasing from your shoulders at the knowledge that Rio wasn’t angry enough to ignore you.

“You left without so much as saying goodbye,” Agatha said quietly. She sounded so hurt, and you couldn’t believe you had brought this on the pair, but you knew they deserved to love each other in peace, not be burdened at being the cause of your death.

“Ags, I’m really sorry, I should’ve said goodbye, I just-“ you were cut off as a violent coughing fit shook you, causing both women to raise their eyebrows at you.

You turned away from them as you coughed a plumeria flower out of your throat. You quickly slipped the flower into your pocket and wiped a bit of blood from the corner of your mouth before turning to face the two witches again.

The eyes on you were soft and concerned, but you shook your head at them, shutting down their questions before they even asked. “I’m fine, just a cough.”

Rio opened her mouth to protest when a witch sporting orange streaks in her hair interrupted.

“I’m sorry to get in the middle of whatever this reunion is, but I think it’s time for our next trial.”

You furrowed your brows. “Trial?” You began to realize that you had no idea where you actually were.

“Duh, we are on the Witches Road, after all!” The teenage boy exclaimed, leaving you even more confused.

The road isn’t real. You knew all about the song that Agatha had used to lure her victims in. 

“Wait, but-“ you stopped yourself from questioning any further when you saw Rio subtly shake her head at you, a silent plea to not reveal the truth of the road to the group.

You nodded in understanding, deciding to save your questions for later. “Alright, where’s the next trial?”

You looked up to see the group staring at something behind you. Agatha and Rio were particularly fascinated by it.

You turned around and your stomach dropped. You saw a cottage. It’s covered in vines and moss, making it appear worn down. But you thought it was beautiful. Perhaps that’s because it was yours. And Agatha’s. and Rio’s.

You looked at the path leading to the cottage. It was covered in flowers. You took a deep breath.

You just got here and already you were being given a trial.

As you and the rest of the coven approached the cottage, you couldn’t help but turn to the women you desire the most for comfort. 

Rio had an arm wrapped around Agatha’s waist, her thumb gently stroking the witch’s hip bone. Agatha looked up at her, smiling in gratitude, and Rio pressed a soft kiss to Agatha’s forehead.

Your stomach churned at the sight, and you felt bile rising in your throat. You painfully swallowed it back down, cringing at the effect it had on your throat, already raw from the thorns slowly tearing it to shreds.

“You good?” The witch in the pink dress asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah. Let’s just get this over with.”

The inside of the cottage looked just like you thought it would.

Home.

The same furniture, same pillows and blankets, same decor on the walls.

Your eyes filled with tears as you remembered all the time you had spent here with the women you loved more than anything.

“Doll,” a gentle voice said, and you turned to see Agatha looking at you softly. She approached you slowly, holding a hand out for you, but you took a step back.

“I’m fine,” you said, brushing your face and continuing to move through the house.

“This is new,” you heard Rio’s voice from the room resembling your bedroom. 

You entered and were greeted with a tapestry on your wall. It showed 5 flowers. Below the woven flowers was a message:

The words she never spoke will slowly begin to choke. For if they never cared, a life cannot be spared.

“It’s my life,” you breathed out, staring in horror at the plants on the tapestry.

Rio nodded, running her fingers along the tapestry as she identified the plants.

“Lily. Rebirth,” she began.

“The birth of your powers, the birth of you as a witch,” Agatha identified.

“Willow Tree. Loss.”

“The loss of your kin. Being abandoned by those you called family,” Agatha continued.

“Red Carnations. Deep, affectionate love.”

Agatha went silent at this, her brows furrowing.

“Daffodil. Unrequited love.”

Rio and Agatha were visibly shaken by this point. What hadn’t you told them? You were in love? With who?

Rio snapped her head to look at you upon seeing the last flower.

“Plumeria,” she said grimly.

Agatha’s eyes were wide. “What does that mean?” 

Rio only continued to look at you.

“Rio, what does that mean???”

Her question was answered as you began to cough violently again, the sheer force of it bringing you to your knees.

Agatha rushed over to you in a panic. She looked at the rest of the coven in terror. “What’s happening to her?” she cried as you began to choke.

“The words she never spoke will slowly begin to choke,” the teenager said.

“Hanahaki disease,” the witch in pink breathed out.

“What the hell is that?” Agatha was crying now, watching as petals and thorns made their way out of your mouth covered in blood.

“A disease that affects someone facing unrequited love,” Rio said in realization.

As she put the pieces together she knelt in front of you in an instant, anger coursing through her.

“You left because of this,” she said, her voice low, “You thought we didn’t love you, so you left?” she asked incredulously.

“Didn’t want—you to—-see me die,” you gasped out, fighting for air as you began to cough up more and more blood.

“You’re not dying, Y/N. I won’t take you,” Rio choked out, her sorrow getting the best of her. 

“Better this way,” you managed, and Agatha choked out a sob.

“It’s not, doll, we love you, we love you,” she cried helplessly.

The whole coven stood in shock. The two women they feared the most were in the most pain they had seen since they began to walk the road.

Both women hold you tight, desperately trying to convince you of their love.

Rio grabbed your face to look at her. “There’s a reason I took you in that day, mi vida,” she whispered as tears fell down her face, “I felt pulled to you. I knew you would be special to me. Aggie and I love you so much, please believe me.”

She leaned in and pressed her lips to yours, ignoring the blood and petals and thorns and focusing on you. Just you.

When she pulled away you gasped, finally able to gather air into your lungs.

Relief was visible throughout the entire coven. They had only just met you, but seeing how your existence being threatened had brought absolute devastation to two of the most intimidating women on earth had shaken them.

As you began to breathe again, you sagged against Agatha.

“You’re okay, doll, you’re okay now,” she assured you as she gently ran a hand through your hair.

The door to the cottage slammed open, and the rest of the coven took it as their cue to leave, giving you three a moment to recover.

As you laid against Agatha, you looked at Rio with tired eyes. “Sorry for getting blood on you,” you rasped, causing the woman to roll her eyes at you.

“You’re such an idiot, you know that?” She scolded before taking both of your hands in hers. “I. Love. You.”

Tears filled your eyes at her earnest confession. “I’m so sorry I ran,” you began, your body shaking, “I saw the love you had for each other, and how much you had healed each other, and I couldn’t hurt that. I didn’t want you to see me die. It wouldn’t have been your fault,” you said brokenly.

Agatha shushed you, kissing the top of your head. “You shouldn’t have run. It would’ve saved us all 200 years of agony,” she said, and you hang your head in guilt.

But then you felt a cold hand lifting your chin. And suddenly you were 20 years old again, looking into the eyes of Lady Death herself. 

But this time, instead of looking at you with curiosity, she looked at you with something much stronger. She looked at you with love.

“But we’ve got you back now,” she said, smiling tearfully at you, “so we’re taking you in. Is that okay?”

Your body wracked with sobs as you nodded, and both women were holding you in an instant. Your back was against Agatha’s front as her arms wrapped around your waist. Rio straddled you, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulled you close.

And out of the cracked wooden floor of that cottage, something bloomed.

Lavender. Healing. Love.

[thinkinonsense]

WORK SONG❀

old!logan howlett x young fem!reader

cw: fluff, some angst/sadness, a line or two that could be nsfw

wc: 500+

a/n: this idea has haunted me for days now. also, we need more old logan fics!! 2029 logan is so hot and no one wants to talk about it.

part two here

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Logan didn't understand why you stayed with him. He can't give you the life you deserve and it kills him because he knows you won't leave for your own good. There were times when Charles would even tell you to run, it broke your heart to see them both suffering.

Logan always commented that you needed to be with someone your age, someone without so much baggage, someone not as dangerous as him. Yet, you stuck around through everything; taking care of Charles and Logan after he's had a rough day.

Truth be told, you were content with your life. Logan made you happy and made you feel important. He provided what he could but you knew he was hurting. His life was far more complicated than you imagined but you were determined to ease it for him.

There were nights when you would wait for him to come home from work. He hated it when you would do that; mumbling into your neck about how you should be resting.

"Couldn't sleep without you, Lo..." You would yawn, wrapping your arms around his sore body.

"Let's get you to bed, princess." He says, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

The only time he could completely relax was in the early morning hours when your sleeping body rested on top of his; as close together as humanly possible. He felt so full of love when you looked at him. Logan felt selfish by keeping you isolated here but god, does he adore you.

On the rare occasion, Logan gets a day off, you make a whole day of it. The two of you would stay in bed all morning. When you would get up to check on Charles, you would slip on one of Logan's shirts from the night before. By noon there would be a cherry pie in the oven and a bottle of scotch on the table. You pull out his favorite cigars while he keeps you glued to his lap. He didn't need anything other than you.

Sometimes Logan would joke that your kisses give him toothaches because you're too sweet for him. You would blush and playfully slap his chest.

At dinner, he would stare at you from across the table while you talked with Charles. If Logan didn't know better, he would've sworn he dreamt you up; some figment of his imagination.

You took care of him any way that you could; kissing his bloody knuckles before wrapping them up, washing his hair when he was too tired to move. He would come home a mess some days yet you never questioned what caused it. When Laura entered your life, you didn't need an explanation. She would be cared for the same as Charles and Logan. You didn't care what he had done as long as he returned home at night.

Logan knew he didn't have much time left. He was falling apart in ways he would never let you see. The more he thought about dying, the less he cared what the afterlife had in store for him because you were his heaven.

No grave would hold him down. Logan was sure to crawl home to you.

[hopelesslonelyghost]

has anyone seen those tiktoks where it goes “if i die don’t look for me i’ll come to you?” and it’s like a cat or a puppy….

yall know where this is going …..

:)

what if you spoke about that with your boys. just randomly one afternoon when all five of you are chilling in the living room watching a movie and you’re just like, “if i die i’ll come back as a cat” and they all just whip their heads towards you and you’re like “what?”

the only one who bites the bullet is simon, who snorts and asks, “wha’ type o’ cat would you be, love?” and price is lowkey highkey glaring at him because why the fuck is he encouraging this?

you just shrug, “i think maybe a black cat. i’ve always had a soft spot for them.” and that was the end of the conversation because the movie got to the good part and you shushed everyone.

what if you died on a mission. ambushed and shot dead in front of your squad. just like that, you’re gone.

what if one day a couple of months later when your boys are visiting your grave they’re all sat on the grass when all of a sudden a black kitty comes meowing up to kyle and immediately jumps in his lap and begins to purr and knead at his jeans.

what if all of them just freeze because they remembered that conversation you all had years ago about you coming back as a cat. a black cat.

what if kyle picks the kitten up, staring at it with tears in his eyes and just holds the tiny feline up to his face and whispers, “you really came back.”

what if they take the kitty home, bathe her and cuddle her until she falls asleep.

what if they all cry themselves to sleep that night because they just miss you so much but you really kept your word because even in the afterlife you’re right there in the form of a rambunctious kitten that loves to sun gaze just like you did. that loves to sit on their laps just like you did. that loves to nap at all hours of the day just like you did. that loves to sometimes spend time alone just like you did. that loves to leave wet kisses on their cheeks just like you did. that is just as clumsy just like you were.

what if one day they all come home to their fur baby staring at a framed picture they have of you. smiling and trying to cover your face from the camera. they remember you weren’t fast enough, and that flick of you is now one of their most precious memories.

what if the little void looks back at the boys and chirps a soft greeting. happy to see them back and running over to them and rubbing themselves against their feet, welcoming them back home.

WHAT IFFFFFFFFF