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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years

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cats and babies

This is the first piece I’ve ever written so if anyone sees this be nice pls and thank u

There could be typos/ weird formatting, this was typed entirely on my phone

I also feel the need to say all of my medical knowledge is from Grey’s anatomy and googling things I saw on grey’s anatomy so this is probably not that accurate ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Word count: 6,160

Warnings: Car accidents, blood, angst (but with a v happy ending ofc bc sad endings are Not For Me), hospitals/medical stuff, again a very happy ending, I would like to emphasize the happy ending so no one gets scared away from reading this, did I mention there’s a happy ending?

"So, what'd'ya say? Chinese?"

They were deciding where to go for dinner after a long day of touring their favorite art museums. Harry and Y/N had been dating about two years now, and (cheesy as it sounds) they loved each other more and more every day.

"Chinese sounds great," Y/N smiled, glancing over at Harry. The golden sun reflected off his curls, making him look absolutely angelic.

He smiled, which turned into a chuckle, which turned into full blown laughter. She was confused. "What is it?" What's so hilariou- eyes on the road!!"

"Sorry, sorry," he laughed. "Nothing, just- do you-" he breathed slowly, calming down a bit. "Do you remember the first time we had Chinese food? She blushed, laughing with him at the memory.

Their first date had been... disastrous, to say the least. They had both been nervous, but both trying to act confident. They had decided on a nice, fancy, black tie restaurant, and Y/N was excited. When he picked her up in a limousine, she was hardly unable to contain herself.

However, their plan fell apart almost from the beginning. When they got to the place, a big red sign read "CLOSED FOR REPAIRS"

"Ooook... that's... weird," Y/N had grimaced. "What should we do now?"

"Uh... we could... try the one a few blocks over? Yeah, that's a good place too, I know the owner. He always has a table for me. That'll work!"

Y/N hasn't quite cared about the wrench thrown into their plans. She really liked Harry so far, and she though he liked her too. So she chirped "Sure! Sounds great."

She hadn't noticed how embarrassed he looked when he opened the car door for her. He couldn't believe his luck! He was finally on a date with a girl he really liked, really wanted to impress, and the best restaurant in town closed with no notice? How could this happen? But he shook it off, climbing in after her and alerting the driver of their change of plans.

When they got to the next place, Harry immediately got worried. It looked very crowded, and while the owner usually held a table for Harry, it didn't seem so tonight.

He pulled out his phone.

"Hey, Luke! Yeah, I'm great! Listen, do you by any chance have a table-" He paused, and then his face fell. His voice kept its happy tone, though. "No, no problem at all, I understand. Yeah, for sure, a different night. Thank you!" He hung up, looking more than a little dejected.

Y/N put a hand on his arm. "It's ok, I promise. I swear I didn't just agree to go out with you for the fancy food. We can go anywhere, 'Im really not upset!"

"Agh, thank you. You're very sweet. But really, you deserve a fancy place. Only it seems everyone in the world is determined to make sure we don't get to do that," He huffed. "Maybe..." And he pulled out his phone again. He glanced at her curious face. "How do you feel about Chinese?" He asked sheepishly.

Y/N beamed. "I love it," and there was no trace of insincerity on her face.

"Right then, Chinese it is!" he found the closest place on his phone, telling the driver the address.

After a few minutes of eating, Y/N looked around the table for a fork. She could handle big foods, like the chicken, with the chopsticks, but definitely not the rice.

Harry asked what she needed. She was a bit embarrassed to tell him she wasn't good enough with chopsticks to eat her rice, but he was kind about it. He helped show her how to use them without making too big of a mess. Still, she dropped half her plate on a napkin in her lap.

At the end of their meal, Y/N burst out laughing when she picked up her napkin. Harry looked at her, confused, until she placed what was basically a full serving of rice on the table. He was also unable to contain his laughter, to which Y/N responded by throwing a few grains of rice at him.

He threw a balled up napkin at her, and she blew a straw wrapper in his face. This escalated until she splashed what was left of her water glass on him. There was stunned silence for a moment, and Y/N thought she went too far. Then he looked at her and burst into laughter. She sighed in relief, laughing with him. "I'm sorry, that was too much," but she couldn't keep the smile off her face at the sight of the water dripping down his face.

"A little water never hurt anyone," he said, his eyes twinkling as he splashed her with his own water.

Y/N was pulled from the happy memory of their first date when the car skidded on the ice.

"Careful... if I'd known it was this slippery we'd have found a closer place," she said nervously.

"Nah, we've talked about this, the only good place is the one two towns over. I understand you love Minnesota and all but it is NOT the best place to find good Chinese food," he smirked.

"I will not have this Minnesota slander, not in this house. Maybe you're the issue, with your sophisticated taste and all," Y/N said, laughing at his disgruntled look. "Sophisticated? I took you for Chinese food on our first date. Nothing about that screams "sophisticated" to me."

"Yeah, but we were dressed VERY fancy. That counts," Y/N laughed.

"Oh really? that's what makes me sophisticated? alright then, you're right, I'm, extremely-"

The car slid just a little too far for Y/N's liking.

"Harry, are you sure it's safe to be driving on this? I think it's getting worse, and- look, it's starting to rain." She checked the weather on her phone. "Yeah, it's at that weird temperature where it's halfway freezing. The road will be worse on the way back."

"I think we're ok," He reassured her. "The car has 4 wheel drive, and I'll go slow. I think the biggest danger is us not getting our Chinese food," he smiled at her. "Uh, no," Y/N said, rolling her eyes. "I'd say the biggest danger is crashing and dying in a firey car wreck."

"Always so negative, Y/N," Harry laughed. "We're perfectly fine-" he spoke too soon, because right then the car slid again. A lot, this time. They almost slid right through a stop sign.

Y/N clutched the armrest.

"We're almost there, you better not kill me before I get my Chinese food, Styles. I finally know how to eat rice with chopsticks without..." She stopped halfway through her sentence because she was laughing so hard. "Without... dropping all of it on my lap."

They dissolved into giggles, especially when Harry said, "got any more water to throw at me?"

The car slid once more, and Y/N felt her pocket nervously. She had bought a ring for Harry. It was nothing too special, but it was the one year anniversary of the first time they had gone to an art museum together. She wanted to commemorate that with something special, so she had gone to the museum gift shop and found the perfect ring. It had a silver band, a little thinner than the rest of his, and a labradorite stone set into it. She thought it would complement his other jewelry nicely.

She kept her hand on the little box in her pocket, careful not to make Harry suspicious.

He wasn't looking at her, though; he was completely focused on the road. His hands gripped the wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Y/N felt a little more nervous seeing this. Harry was an excellent driver, and he usually had one hand on the wheel and the other holding hers. He only gripped the wheel this tightly when he felt unsafe driving.

Y/N looked out at the darkening sky. She was not a fan of storms, especially ones that make the roads icy. Like a true Minnesotan, she knew that under the right circumstances, a bit of rain could make it nearly impossible to drive.

A car sped past them, almost veering into their lane when it went over a particularly icy patch.

"Harry, really, I don't know if we should keep going," Y/N said nervously.

"I know, but I'm not sure what we should do. I think it's safer to just keep going and hope the rain stops. We're about 10 minutes away, but if we turn around it's almost a 2 hour drive."

"Yeah... you're right. It's better to just keep going. Just... go slow," Y/N said, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Stop doing that," Harry chided in a singsong voice.

"How can you even tell? you weren't even looking at me," Y/N laughed.

"I know how you are when you're nervous, Y/N. Biting your cheek won't do anything but hurt."

Y/N smiled. She had never had someone care this much about her. Someone who knew her this well, almost better than she knew herself. She was so hopelessly in love...

She was so busy thinking about what she would say when she gave him the ring that she didn't hear the horn blaring. She looked up just in time to see the truck driving straight down the middle of the road towards them.

She could tell instantly the driver of the truck couldn't do anything. He was sliding on the ice like they had before. Harry jerked the wheel to the right, moving the car out of the way.

It wasn't enough.

Y/N heard a horribly loud crashing noise, and then there was nothing.

Y/N shot straight up out of the bed she was in, gasping. Someone put their hands on her shoulders, trying to soothe her and get her to lay back down. She pushed the hands away as her vision came into focus. She was in a room filled with people and noise and 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.

She panicked for a minute before she realized where she was. Clearly an Emergency Room. There were 4 doctors and nurses around her, checking her eyes, ears, reflexes, pulse, breathing. She threw her arms out to try and get some space. One of the nurses caught her hand, holding it in both of hers.

"Y/N, you're alright. You're in the hospital. You were in a car accident. Do you have any pain? Whe-"

"Harry! Where's Harry?? I need to see him, I have to, I have to go-" She stuttered as she pushed the doctors away from her, trying to get up again.

The same nurse held her back.

"Y/N, we need to make sure you're ok before you can get up. If you let us help, you'll be able to see Harry sooner. Can you lay back? Do you have any pain?"

"No, no I'm fine, I'm ok! I need to see Harry, I need to know if he's ok! Please!" Y/N looked frantically around at the doctors, hoping one of them knew something.

The doctor who appeared to be in charge ordered, "Someone go get an update on the guy they brought in with her. See how he's doing."

"Thank you, thank you so much," Y/N breathed, finally laying back.

"There we go. Do you have any pain Y/N?" The nurse asked again.

"No, I'm totally fine. I'm- " Y/N brushed her hair out of her face. When are brought her arm down, she saw that her hand was covered in blood. "I'm bleeding!" She cried, panicking.

"It's ok, it's not too bad," one of the doctors said, examining her head. "It looks like it'll need maybe 5 or 6 stitches. We can fix that up right away."

Y/N closed her eyes. How had this happened? Harry moved the wheel, she knew he did. How had they crashed this badly?

The doctor who had been sent to check on Harry came back into the room. Y/N snapped her eyes open, looking at her expectantly.

"He is stable. That's the important thing right now. However, he's been pretty badly injured. He broke his femur and clavicle. He has a small brain bleed, and he is covered in cuts from the glass. He's also pretty bruised from the airbag and seatbelt. He is intubated, because he was having some trouble breathing. He might need surgery to repair the brain bleed, but right now they're waiting and hoping it will get better on it's own."

Y/N exhaled. "But... he's ok? I mean... he's alive?"

The doctor smiled. "Yes. He's doing ok."

Y/N finally allowed herself to breathe. She noticed she was crying but she didn't do anything to wipe her tears away.

"Ok, Y/N," said the doctor stitching up her face. "I'm finished here. You need to stay here for a little while longer so we can monitor you. There is an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated. If you need anything, call for a nurse. Also, and this is important, don't get out of this bed without someone helping you. You've been through a lot today, but the adrenaline is wearing off, which might make you feel shaky. Do you need anything right now?"

"No, I'm... I'm fine. Thank you," Y/N said, wiping her eyes.

After he left her bed, she felt her pocket. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the ring still there. Then she mentally kicked herself for being worried about a silly ring when Harry was... no. She wouldn't let herself think that. Harry was 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. They were both alive, and they were both ok.

About an hour later, a nurse came in. After confirming that she felt totally fine, Y/N anxiously asked when she could see Harry.

"I'm sorry, the ICU is family only," The nurse said. She really did look sorry, but this did nothing to make Y/N feel better.

"I- I'm his wife!" Y/N said quickly, not even thinking. She most definitely was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 his wife. She wasn't even his fiancee. She slipped the ring from her pocket onto her finger, then held up her hand to the nurse.

The nurse pretended not to notice the fact that the ring hadn't been there before, and that the ring was easily a size too big. "Oh! Then of course you can see him," She said, helping Y/N off the bed slowly. "I'll take you to his room."

"Thank you so much," Y/N said, taking her first few steps slowly.

"Careful- you're still attached to this IV pole," The nurse said, adjusting the tubing so it wasn't in her way. "You can hold onto it for support- yes, just like that."

Y/N got more nervous with every step towards Harry's room. What would he look like? Would he be in pain? Would he know who she was? Would he... be mad at her?

When she walked into his room, she almost started crying all over again. He looked, well, awful. He was covered in cuts and bruises. He had several tubes and wires connected to him, as well as a large tube taped in his mouth. He had a cast on his leg and a sling on his arm.

Y/N looked at the nurse who was taking his vitals.

"How is he?" She asked in a small voice.

"He's ok for now. He is stable, which is very good. He's unconscious, but we hope to see him wake up soon. You can sit with him, hold his hand, talk to him. If you need anything, just press the call button."

She left, leaving Y/N and Harry alone. This time, she really did start crying. This was awful, and it was all her fault. She was the one who wanted to go for Chinese food. She was the one who picked today, the first wintery stormy day of the year to go for a long drive. And now..

"Harry... Harry I'm so sorry," Y/N said, sniffling. She held onto his hand, the one that wasn't attached to a broken collarbone. "This is all my fault, and now you're... and I got off with nothing but a cut on my forehead, and it's not fair and I'm so sorry," She let out a sob.

She continued on like this, crying and talking and crying some more, for a few hours, before she fell asleep in the chair next to him. She woke up around 9 the next morning with a stiff next and puffy eyes. She looked at his face, still covered in bruises, and kissed his hand. The nurse came in to check on him and told Y/N to go get some breakfast, reminding her that she couldn't care for Harry if she didn't care for herself. Y/N reluctantly agreed, going as fast as she could. The nurse had disconnected her IV sometime in the night, and she could move much faster without it.

She got back to the room with her bagel and resumed her position in the chair right next to Harry. She talked to him as if he was awake, imagining she heard his beautiful voice responding to her.

She had managed to keep the crying to a minimum today. She kept telling herself that if- no, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 Harry woke up, she didn't want to look like a monster with red eyes.

Her phone had been found by some paramedics, so she found Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone online and began to read to him. It was a little weird, but Harry loved these books, especially when he was sick.

Y/N was used to just imagining she heard his voice with her in the room, but suddenly she heard something that wasn't her. She gasped.

"He's choking!! Nurse!!" She yelled for help, frantically pushing the call button. "Help!"

Several nurses rushed in. One ushered Y/N back and out of the room, telling her to give them space to work.

"What's- What's happening? What are they doing??" Y/N tried to go back in, but the nurse held her shoulders.

"He's trying to breathe over the tube, Y/N. That's a very good sign. It means he's breathing on his own," The nurse said, trying to keep Y/N calm.

"Does- does that mean he's waking up?" Y/N asked, not wanting to get her hopes up.

"Not for sure, but it's a very good sign."

After a few minutes, the nurses came out of Harry's room, looking excited. "Y/N, he's awake! He's very groggy and can't speak yet, but he is definitely awake. You can go in and sit with him again if you'd like. We gave him some more medicine for the pain, so you have about 15 minutes to talk before he starts going a little..." She made a swirling motion next to her head.

Y/N didn't care if he was high on morphine. She just cared that he was alive and awake and didn't... hate her.

Harry was laying in the bed, looking at her with great concern in his tired eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but no noise came out. Y/N rushed over to take his hand.

"It's ok, they said you might not be able to talk for a little while yet. It's ok, I'm here, it's ok," Y/N said, smoothing his hair.

Harry cleared his throat, coughing. He gestured toward the water cup on his side table.

"Oh, of course." Y/N picked up the pitcher and poured him a glass, setting it in his good hand.

He raised the straw shakily to his lips as Y/N watched carefully to make sure he didn't spill. She gently lifted the cup out of his hands when he held it up to her.

His small smile was enough to make Y/N cry all over again.

"Oh, Harry," She cried, holding her head in her hands. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry this happened, I did this to you- you almost died!"

"W-what?"

Y/N whipped her head up. "You can talk?" She said, overjoyed.

Harry coughed and spoke again. "Of course I can talk."

His voice was rough and it sounded like it hurt everytime he spoke, but it was the most beautiful thing Y/N had ever heard.

"What are you talking about, it's all your fault?" He rasped, looking utterly confused. "What even happened?"

With tears leaking from her eyes, Y/N explained all she knew, which still wasn't much. Harry remembered everything as she told him, both their eyes watering as her voice shook.

"Why... why're you crying? Does your forehead hurt? I can call the nurse..." He reached for the call button.

"No, no, I'm ok," She took his hand in hers. "I'm just so sorry, because it honestly is my fault, I'm the one who wanted Chinese food and picked 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 of all days to drive 2 hours away and-"

He cut her off by raising his finger to her lips.

"It's not your fault... it's mine. I'm the one who convinced you the only good Chinese food is so far away and I'm the one who was driving. I couldn't keep you safe..."

Harry had never looked so sad.

"No!" Y/N exclaimed. "Do you not see me right now? I'm absolutely fine, you did keep me safe. You swerved out of the way... wait a minute," She paused, realization hitting her. "You didn't think we could avoid the truck at all, did you? You knew it would hit us either way, but you made sure it would hit as far from me as possible."

Harry looked down. "I figured you're more important than me, I had to do what I could."

"Harry Styles!" Y/N whisper-yelled. "If you weren't so 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 I would 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬 you right now! How could you do that? How could you put yourself in 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 like that?"

"Oh, that's actually why I got so injured, because I knew you'd try to hit me for this," He smiled charmingly at Y/N. She just scowled.

"Did you really expect me to just say, "oh well, guess she's a goner! bye Y/N! nice knowin' ya!" No, of course not. Of course I'd put myself in danger for you. Always."

Y/N's lip trembled. "Why do you have to be so romantic after you do such stupid things? it makes it really hard to stay mad at you," She said, wiping her eyes.

"Yeah, that was the goal there," He laughed.

Then he caught sight of the ring on her finger.

"That's pretty, when did you get that?" He mock gasped. "Did you get engaged while I was in a coma?"

“No," Y/N laughed. "It's funny actually. I bought it from the museum gift shop. I wanted to give it to you as a present, for the anniversary of the first time we went there together. I was going to give it to you over Chinese food, and it was going to be 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 and 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘤 and 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭."

Harry smiled. "That's lovely of you, darling. Why... why's it on your finger though?"

"Oh! right." Y/N sheepishly pulled the ring off her finger. "They wouldn't let me see you because I'm not family, so I threw it on and said we were married," She said, blushing furiously. "Sorry about that."

Harry smiled. "Why are you sorry?"

"Um... we're 𝘯𝘰𝘵 married... so... I don't know, I just thought you might think it's weird, or, something..." Y/N finished lamely. She held the ring out to him.

"Happy anniversary."

"Why don't you keep it?"

"Right, of course, you don't need a reminder of this day," Y/N slipped the ring back into her pocket, on the verge of tears because she messed up 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

"No, that's not... I meant, why don't you keep it... on your finger?"

She pulled the ring out of her pocket again, looking confused. "Why?"

Harry plucked it out of her hand, holding it up to her. "Because I want you to marry me," He said, slipping it onto her finger with the sweetest smile she had ever seen.

Y/N smiled at him. "It's ok, Harry, you're very high on all the painkillers right now. I won't hold you to anything you say," She laughed a little.

"I'm not... why would I be on painkiller... oh yeah," Harry grinned, looking around. "I remember why I'm high right now."

"Riiight."

"I might be high, but I still want to marry you," he said is a singsong voice.

Y/N laughed. "Harry, why don't we talk about this when you're sober, ok?"

Harry pouted. "Please? Please marry me? I love you, and you're so pretty, and you're so nice to animals..." He started crying, apparently at how nice Y/N was to animals. "And... a cat! We can get a cat together!"

"Harry, baby, don't cry, of course we can get a cat," She gently wiped the tears from his bruised face.

"I won't stop crying until you say you'll marry me," Harry said defiantly, gripping Y/N's arm. "Pleeeaaase?"

"Ok, Harry, yes, I will marry you. Sure. You can stop crying now, ok?"

"That's good, I'm glad, because you're my favorite person, and I looooove you, and you're my baaaaby..."

At this point Harry was just singing random words, usually circling back to "baaaaby" and "looooove youuuu".

Y/N felt happy for the first time in what felt like years, while really it had been less than 24 hours.

Eventually, he wanted to see the ring again. Y/N held up her hand and he gasped.

"It's so beautiful! I'll buy you a real one though, a real ring for our real wedding. Then we'll get a real house and have real babies, and a real cat," He said, with the dopiest grin Y/N had ever seen.

"Oh? We'll have babies, huh? How many babies will we have?"

"3," He answered quickly. "Two girls and a boy. No... 4. Two of each. That way they won't team up one of them."

"Oh, sounds like you've thought about this a lot," Y/N laughed.

"Every single day since we started dating, you know why?"

"Why?"

He motioned for her to lean closer.

"Because I looooove you," He sang in her ear.

She pulled back, kissing his swollen cheek.

"You're a sweetheart," She said affectionately.

"So're you," He smiled.

"I kind of like drugged Harry," Y/N laughed. "He's very cute."

"Drugged Harry also likes drugged Harry, he feels like he's floating."

"Oh, so drugged Harry talks about himself in the third person?"

"He does now!" Harry smiled at her again. "Drugged Harry is tired... he's just going to..."

Then the monitors started beeping rapidly. Several nurses ran in, bustling around and shouting various medical terminology. Another nurse ushered Y/N out of Harry's room for the second time that day.

"No! No, I need to stay with him! I can't-"

"Shh... it's alright. They're going to do everything they can to help him. You have to let them help him. Why don't we go to the waiting room?"

Y/N exhaled shakily. If she couldn't stay with Harry, she might as well sit instead of hovering around the corner.

"Yes, let's go to the waiting room," She said, after a few deep breaths.

Y/N had been sitting on the waiting room for what felt like an eternity, but a glance at her phone told her it had only been 45 minutes.

A woman in a surgical gown approached her, and Y/N stood up quickly. "What happened?" She asked immediately.

"Unfortunately, your husband's brain bleed did not resolve itself like we had hoped. He is in surgery, and for right now he's doing well," the surgeon said, looking sympathetic.

"Ok... why did the monitors freak out? Did his heart stop? Is he going to wake up from surgery?"

"The monitors went off because his heart was having trouble, but they were able to resuscitate him through CPR and defibrillation. It's too soon to know if he will wake up, but the surgeon is hopeful. I will come back to update you as soon as I can."

"Ok, thank you," Y/N said, sinking back into her chair.

She felt a pain in her chest, like real, actual pain. What would she do without Harry? How would she live with herself, knowing he died trying to save her?

She caught a glimpse of the ring on her finger and choked back a sob. Would she tell people she was engaged? No, of course not. Harry had been completely out of his mind when he'd asked her.

She slumped down in her chair, wanting to curl up and cry. Instead, she called her mom. Through her tears, she explained everything that happened.

"Oh, honey," Her mom sighed. "I'm so sorry. I'm on my way. I'll be there in about 7 hours, I'm sorry it'll take so long. Do you want to stay on the phone with me?"

"No, I can't," Y/N sniffled. "I have to call Harry's family."

"Do you want me to do that? I wouldn't mind, they're-"

"No, mom, thank you, but I should. I- I'm going to go. Love you," Y/N said, hanging up the phone.

Checking her phone, Y/N realized it was the middle of the night in London where Harry's family lived. She didn't think she should wait, so she called Anne without another thought.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry. We're getting the soonest flight. We won't be there until tomorrow morning. Will you be alright alone? Is your mother coming?"

"Yes, my mom's on her way. I'm ok, thank you," Y/N said, rubbing her eyes.

After she hung up the phone, it set in just how exhausted she was. She had slept poorly the night before, because of the awkwardness of sleeping in a chair and because she was so, so, worried for Harry.

She drifted into a fitful sleep where she dreamed of cars crashing, rings flying around, and Harry standing just out of her reach. He was like a rainbow, the closer she got to him, the more he faded.

She startled awake and realized there were tears on her face. She checked her phone, seeing that it had only been 3 hours.

She saw the same woman from before approaching her, this time wearing just scrubs.

Y/ N stood to meet her.

"Harry is out of surgery and doing well. We were able to repair the brain bleed. His heart stopped on the table," Y/N gasped at this, "But we were able to get him back. His ribs will be very sore and possibly even broken. All that aside, he is doing well, Mrs. Styles, and you can see him now," She said, Leading Y/N to the elevator.

Her breath trembled as they walked towards his room.

Harry was laying in his bed, looking like a fragile child. Even though he was so much bigger than her, right now he seemed so... small.

Y/N looked at the nurse, asking to sit with him. She nodded and explained that two of his ribs were fractured and his collarbone would hurt him a lot when he woke up.

Y/N held his hand with a featherlight touch, unwilling to jostle him even the smallest bit.

After about an hour of her reading to him, she felt a small movement, barely even noticeable. Was it...?

She felt another movement. This time she was sure of it. He was squeezing her hand.

"I'm here Harry, I'm right here," She soothed, moving her chair closer to him.

He groaned sleepily before opening his emerald eyes and looking at her.

"Hi," he smiled, squeezing her hand again.

"Hi," Y/N said, crying more than a little bit.

"What... did... are you ok?" Harry's brow furrowed. He seemed to have a hundred questions, but he settled on asking how she was.

"Yes, Harry, I'm ok. How do you feel?"

"Hurts," he said, closing his eyes. "But if you're ok, so am I."

Y/N kissed his hand. "I see drugged Harry is still here? The one that is 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 cute and sweet?"

"No, he's not. This is just regular Harry. I can tell because everything 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 hurts," He said with a small grimace.

"Oh, I'll get the nurse. They'll give you something," Y/N started to get up, but Harry's grip on her hand tightened.

"Wait," he said pulling her back to him. "Before they make me go all loopy, I just want to say-" He paused, looking at the ring on her finger. "I love you, to my fiancee. I think it counts more when I'm not high."

"Your- your fiancee? Harry, I told you I wouldn't hold you to anything you said before. You weren't in your right mind at all, I didn't even think you'd remember saying all that."

"Yeah, but I remember asking you to marry me and you said yes. You might not be holding me to anything I said, but I'm holding you to that," He grinned. "You really want to deny a dying man his last... dying... wish?"

Harry flopped his good arm dramatically over his forehead, wincing at the motion. Y/N helped him slowly lower it again.

"First of all, you're not dying. Secondly, I don't want you to go through with this because you feel obligated, or because you think I'll be upset if you aren't ready to propose. It's totally fine, I promise, but why don't we talk about this when you're feeling better?"

"No, I feel fine," He insisted.

Y/N gave him a look. "Really? You do? Aren’t you the one who just needed help moving your arm?"

"Irrelevant. I feel fine, like, mentally. If you don't think you're ready to be engaged to me, that's ok. But don't say no because you think I didn't mean it. I did, with every part of me. I love you, and I want you to be my wife."

"...Really?" Y/N asked, cheeks heating up.

"Really," Harry smiled.

"And according to drugged Harry, you want to have a cat and 4 children."

Harry laughed, wincing immediately.

"Don't make me laugh, my chest really hurts," He said, still holding her hand.

"Sorry, sorry, they said you have some broken ribs. Also your collarbone. Also your femur. Geez, Styles, you're kind of a mess," You laughed.

"Yeah, really," He smiled. "But seriously, will you? Will you be my wife?"

"Of course I will, Harry. I love you so much, of course I will," Y/N said, gently kissing his cheek.

"Great," Harry beamed at her. "Now that we've worked that out, can you get the nurse? Drugged Harry is ready to make a comeback."

"Oh, right, sorry," Y/N said, reaching over for the call button.

The nurse came in, giving Harry more medicine.

"You'll start to have some relief within a few minutes," She said, leaving them alone again.

"One more thing Y/N," Harry said. She could already tell he was a little more relaxed. "I have to get you a ring!"

Y/N smiled, holding up her hand. "I already have one, remember?"

Harry waved her hand away. "No, no, a bride can't buy her own ring! What kind of... chivalrous... gentleman... would I be if I didn't buy you a beautiful ring?"

"Ok, Harry, as soon as you get out of here, we'll go ring shopping," Y/N promised.

"And... to the cat shelter? You said we could get a cat... a kitty, a cat, a little kitty cat..."

Harry had started singing mumbled words about cats and love and babies. Y/N knew it was going to be a long night. Still, she had never been happier.

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 3 years

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I'd like to see how you think Vinca would admit she has feelings for MC, as if she couldn't take it anymore and admits to being in love with her.

“So you didn’t come to nag at me? At all? You’re just… just going to sit there? Silent?”

As she had done for the past hour, Vinca thoroughly ignored you. Never mind the fact that this was your shop, during your shift. You had gotten accustomed to Vinca hanging out here, to her snark and jokes and intense gaze, but today she was…

Weird.

“I like this silence,” you muse, tinkering with the price tags on some of the bikes. “I feel like I can actually think, for once. It’s amazing what not being insulted every second does for your humor. Didn’t think I’d ever feel peace with you on the same room.”

The silence stretched, thick. It irks you, makes you shift uncomfortably.

“Then again, having you like this is just so weird. Did something happen? Something must have happened. Was it Laz again? What did he do?”

You turn your head just slightly. Vinca jerks her head to the side, blue eyes as hard as little diamonds, staring into the door so hard you’re afraid it’ll burst into flames.

Did you just catch Vinca staring at you…?

“Okey, what’s up? You’re creeping me out.”

Vinca was the sort of person to run you over with her opinion or thoughts, never afraid of the consequences, her pride a stubborn shield. It didn’t make sense for her to hesitate, to keep silent.

“If you don’t tell-”

The bell jingles. You sigh, standing up, going to greet the costumers. It’s a little boy, vibrating in place, eyes darting around everything offered in the store. His mother walks in a moment later, giving you a small, apologetic smile.

As you help the boy decide what bike he likes the most, your gaze wanders towards Vinca again, catching how fast her gaze drops towards her phone.

You’re so kicking her out for creeping you out later. Once you finish your shift, you might coax what’s troubling her so much with some ice cream and that movie she likes.

“Will I faster than mum’s car with this, miss?”

You blink down, a delighted smile spreading over your face. “What?” You giggle, crouching, too focused on the little kid to notice how Vinca reacts to the sound, eyes snapping towards you, wide with wonder. “Oh, I don’t know. How fast are you?”

He puffs out his chest. “Faster than The Flash!”

His mother gets this blank expression, probably recalling some sort of accident. You recognize it well enough – it’s the same expression your mom always gets when she talks about the pot incident you had had when you were small.

The next few minutes are spent lightly teasing the boy, his mom admonishing him from running around so much, and a successful purchase moments later.

“Remember to drive safe!” You shout, just before the door closes.

“He’ll probably crash,” Vinca huffs, somewhere behind you.

“Oh, so now you’re talking?”

When you turn, your first thought is that Vinca probably is sick and that’s why she has been acting so weird. After all, how else would you explain the red tinting her cheeks, spreading down her neck?

She’s a full-body blusher, huh, you muse, momentarily distracted.

Hold on… full-body… Blush? Wait, Vinca is blushing?

“Is everything-”

“You’re- You’re good with kids.” She interrupts, gaze wandering.

“Not really, he was just…” Your eyes narrow, catching the way she’s moving. Slow. Uncertain. “Don’t change the topic. Why are you-”

“Shut up for one second, okay?” She snaps, back to her usual self. You blink, confused but not startled, used to her abrupt change in humor. “I just.” A pause. Her eyes flick towards you, and she takes a deep breath. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

“I’m in the middle of my shift-”

One snap of her fingers, and a demon materializes near the counter, expressionless.

“You have to be kidding-”

Her hand snaps towards your arm, claiming it in a vice-like grip. Vinca proceeds to drag you out of the store and into her car, occasionally adjusting her grip and making it gentler, and you only sigh and follow her, deciding do keep silent for now.

Seems like we’re getting that ice cream a bit sooner.

Curiously, Vinca doesn’t head to that ice cream parlor you usually frequent, choosing instead to lead you out of town. The place she wants to go instantly clicks in your mind, memories of a fight – the fight where you had first learned of demons’ existence – flashing behind your eyes.

“Are you going to perform another ritual?”

“No.” Vinca says, dryly. “I would never do something to hurt you.” There’s a pause, but you don’t make any comments. You can tell she’s not quite done talking. “When… when I did it the first time… the ritual, I mean. And it- when it didn’t work out, and you got hurt – cursed with being Dorran’s vessel, I felt so… miserable. I’m not any better than him. Considering how I acted, and all.”

“Hey, you helped me get exorcised. That must count for something.”

“I could have done it sooner.” She huffs. You can see her eyes darken, lost in memory

You shrug. “You were desperate, back then. And you’ve changed a lot. You actually care about me now, for one.”

Her lips thin. “Yes.”

That makes your thoughts skid into a stop. You expected her to huff, glare at you, and say something similar to ‘don’t let it get to your head, pipsqueak, you aren’t that important’.

But Vinca doesn’t look like she’s going to add anything of the sort, so you just stare at her, mouth agape.

“Did you just admit you care about me?”

You see her take a deep breath, feel how her grip tightens against the steering wheel. Her gaze is locked on the road, resolute. “Is that too hard to believe?”

You begin to say yes only to clam up when you detect the edge on her voice. “I’m just… surprised. You don’t usually admit how you, uh, how…”

“That’s going to change, starting now.” She says, guiding the car to a gentle stop near the abandoned factory where everything had transpired. She motions at you to get out of the car and heads inside at a brisk pace. You fumble with your seatbelt and hurry to follow.

The shadows loom, threateningly. Your gaze is drawn towards the center of the room, the traces of a circle barely visible. “I’m listening, then. To everything you have to say.”

You join her, sitting just a few meters near the entrance, backs against some boxes left there a lifetime ago. Vinca closes her eyes and sighs, deeply, and you only watch her. Watch the arch of her back, the knives on her dress glinting against the pale beams of light that manage to sneak through the windows.

“Just a heads up, but I didn’t expect this.” She finally says, after minutes of silence. “I thought I had better tastes.”

“In… what? Abandoned factories?”

“No, in- agh, just listen. I used to think you were someone I’d enjoy breaking, you know? In the show.”

“Oh yeah, I remember all your challenges.”

“But you turned out to be tougher than you look. And smarter, too, even if you sometimes make dumb decisions. Like following me to an abandoned factory minutes before a ritual.”

“I didn’t know you were going to-! But okey, yeah, fair point. It was a bit stupid. I should have called the cops on you.”

“Right, well. And then you powered through Dorran’s manipulation – I have to hand it to you, that was pretty badass. And throughout it all, you’ve… I used to think you were after me because you wanted an adventure. I mean, I’m hot, I’m rich. What more is there to love? But-” She throws you significant glare when she sees your mouth open, and you obediently close it so she can continue, “I understand now that it was never about the adventure. You just… wanted to get to know me. Not Pride, just me. Not the woman involved with demons, and not the woman involved with ghosts. You just wanted me, as I am, imperfect. And you never… you were never pushy about it. I could see it in your eyes, how you were connecting the dots about everything, but you never used it against me.”

“I never would have,” you mutter, gently. Vinca’s breath comes out in quick puffs of air. She’s visibly nervous, twirling one of her tiny knives between her fingers, her blush beginning to spread over her chest.

“You… somehow, you… I’ve felt it before, you know. Flings. Something destined to shatter when the other person can’t put up with me anymore, but with you, it’s… it’s different. I don’t feel like it will shatter. You keep me on my toes but I never feel like I will fall. You make me feel alive when all I want is to hide myself from everything. Somehow, I…I’ve come to love you. I’m honestly impressed, pipsqueak. I really thought I had better tastes.”

“What can I say?” You shrug, trying to be smooth but failing because your heart is thundering against your ears, your voice too soft out of the sheer wonder you are feeling right now. “Doing the unexpected is my passion.”

“You are too damn dorky.” Vinca hisses, turning her head just slightly. “I am ashamed of myself for loving- for falling in love with someone like you.”

You reach for her, and she lets you guide her so your eyes meet, sparkling blue against warm chocolate. You inch a bit closer, feeling her warmth envelop you. “Didn’t you just say I’m impressive?”

“I’m taking it back.”

“No can do, Wren. You fell in love with me despite, or should I say because, of my dorkiness. I’d say your bitchiness and my dorkiness complement each other quite nicely.”

Vinca groans. You can feel the vibrations of her voice travel down your hand, making you smirk even more, leaning closer, closer-

“Why did it have to be you?” She laments, but closes the distance despite it all, her movements intense and sure and glad. You can feel the heat of her skin, of her blush, pressed against yours as she quickly takes control of the kiss, pushing you backwards, curling herself around you.

Happiness surges inside of you. You smile into the kiss, melting against her.

You’ve both come a long way. This place, gray with memories of a fight, quickly takes on another meaning. One of acceptance, of overcoming challenges that kept both of you rooted into the past. With Vinca, you feel like you can finally leave it all behind.

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quolant · 3 years

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donna and/or cj for the ask game!

thanks!! i'll do cj bc @singingaboutwishingx already has a post w some awesome donna hcs

a song that reminds you of them: turning tables by adele—i honestly don't know why but it's the one of the first things that pop in my brain when i think about cj

what they smell like: the smell right after it rains with like a light citrusy perfume

an otp: cjtoby! i love their dynamic—i adore their friendship and their banter and how implicit their trust is in each other and the way they look each pther! plus i think cj and toby complement each other so well in a way that's not quite polar opposites but works for them

a notp: cj/leo. just. i saw this a while ago and i was like. why

favorite platonic/familial relationships: cj & josh (they're so fun and peak sibling energy), cj & abbey (...dead irish writers. THE SCENE WITH THE CORK!), cj & bartlet (....the end of manchester part 2 AGH)

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom that i disagree with: idk if this is a popular hc but the one where cj is the actual leak and toby covered for her? (i mean the missile leak story sucks anyway and i... dislike it a lot and wish it didn't happen but that's another story)

the position they sleep in: one arm under the pillow, blanket pulled all the way up—feet sticking out in the summer when it gets really hot

a crossover au I'd love to see them in: cj actually meeting/knowing some of the sports night characters in the 90s in california on like the journalism/pr/press scene there or in grad school or something — in particular either dana or dan

my favorite outfit they've ever worn: the dress in dead irish writers

send me a character for niche hcs!

#ask #palukoo #niche hcs

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kyouxa · 5 years

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Carla Tsukinami (Story 11)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Place: Violet mansion — living room

Carla: …Your report, you really put hard work in it. Everyone is really starting to improve a lot.

Laito: Yep. I‘ll get going then.

Subaru: I‘ll also go back to my room.

Yui: (We went trough all the reports of everyone‘s reconnaissance…)

Carla: We fell into a trap.

Yui: I also thought, it would be like that…

(Scarlet with Reiji as their head seems to be preparing something as usual …)

Carla: Orange which is led by Ruki — Why, are they having more opportunities to leave their house unattended… ?

Yui: Even if everyone is going somewhere, the sighting information would still be scattered …

Carla: It might be better, to see what’s happening inside Orange with our own eyes.

Yui: What do you mean … for example?

Carla: Rebellion or destruction. Those four people are probably even unable to stay close to each other.

Yui: Do you think, there‘s something like this? Because, everyone thinks they are brothers which is the cause of their fake memories.

Carla: That’s another possible story. A long time ago, you were the one living with those vampires.

Yui: Y-Yes. I was living in the Sakamaki mansion.

Carla: Did Karl-Heinz sons, complement and support each other as brothers back then?

Yui: T-That is…

They all together, had a terrible relationship with each other…

Carla: That’s how it is. Probably Ayato, along with Kanato are still having good terms which Ruki can‘t manage.

Yui: (Both are probably not paying attention to Ruki-kun‘s instructions at all, they do whatever they want… just like they used to do)

Ah! Then, what about Shin-kun?

Carla: That would…

…That wouldn’t change, in this situation I would be replaced by Ruki. Before a battle would start, he’d always try to make his brother Ruki proud…

Yui: Shin-kun, so he trusts Ruki-kun as his brother…?

Carla: Shin has a good sense of trust in a long standing partner.

Right now, he’s willing to see Ruki as his ideal big brother…

Yui: Carla-san…

(He looks pained… That’s right. His younger brother who he cares about, is admiring someone else as his brother)

Choices

1) — encourage (black)

2) — snuggle up (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

— encourage

Yui: No problem, that‘s all just because his memories are weird.

Once we‘re able to get his memories to return, he‘ll be back to himself.

Carla: Yes… that’s right.

Yui: (He smiles at me, but he still looks pained…)

— snuggle up ♡

Yui: (Right now, I can’t say anything. I can only stay by his side…)

(I guess… it’s because Carla-san knows his younger brother is admiring another person as his brother, who also is a vampire)

(This fact seems to hurt him, but it can’t be changed for now…)

Carla: …There is no need for you to be disappointed. Such thing is nothing to worry about. It’s a story I need to recover from first.

Yui: Yes…

Carla: I know. There is something that could calm me down. But —

If you, can snuggle up to this feeling, it would already heal on it’s own.

Yui: Even if it’s just a bit, I’m glad as long as I can make you feel better.

(Because, that’s the only thing I can do for him now…)

end Choices

Yui: (That’s it. Maybe if I held this hand for awhile, he’ll feel better)

*Yui grabs Carla‘s hand*

Carla: …What’s wrong?

Yui: Nothing… I just can‘t replace your feelings…

But, I‘ll always be there for you. I just wanted to tell you that.

Carla: Hmph… I understand. It‘s usually the role of the king to inspire his subjects, but not to be comforted by them.

Yui: That’s because I’m not a subject. Please, let me support you even if it’s just a bit.

Carla: Surely, that’s right. You as my wife — the queen of the founder king.

Essentially, it‘s your role to receive the entire love of the king. But—

*Carla hugs Yui*

Yui: Ah…

Carla: Let’s stay like this, just for a little bit…

Yui: (I’m wrapped up in Carla-san‘s arms… I want to encourage him, I want to heal his feelings…)

Carla: Only, when I‘m touching you this way, I’m able to forget all the stupid things in my head.

Yui: Yes… me too.

(I wish, this moment and soft mood could last forever)

(But, I know we can‘t stay like this…)

*Yui let‘s go*

Carla: You‘re caring a lot. I need to thank you, I really appreciate your dedication.

Yui: No, I’m glad if I could at least be a little helpful.

Carla: As usual, you reply in such adorable ways. If you wouldn‘t respond to them that way, I wouldn‘t feel comfortable.

We’ll definitely catch up with Orange’s movements, to get Shin out of there.

Yui: Ngh, yes!

(That’s good, his usual strength is coming back to Carla-san‘s personality…)

Carla: Even if we follow the footsteps of Orange, it would be difficult in conventional ways.

The situation is different if you‘re just watching their mansion from the outside.

Yui: No matter if all the brothers are gathered in one place, we would always have trouble moving them apart…

Oh, can’t we just mark one person all the time then, isn’t that possible?

For example, Shin-kun.

Carla: You mean like following them around? This sounds like a difficult task for a longer time.

Besides, Shin has a good nose. He would notice the smell of different vampires from the distance.

Yui: That’s right … hmm…

Yes! If so, how about this idea?

Place: Violet mansion — Garden

Subaru: Why am I supposed to be the one who needs to collect these flowers!?

Carla: Your given role has to handle those kind of tasks as well. You should feel grateful.

Subaru: Greatful my ass!

Yui: I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. But if we use them, I think we could sent a familiar on a reconnaissance without getting noticed by Shin-kun.

Even in the forest, there are a bunch of flowers blooming. Shin-kun shouldn’t notice them if we mixed up it’s smell.

Not only the familiars, we might also need to take a full bath in those flowers—

Carla: We‘re removing it‘s smell, so it can follow Shin around.

Yui: That‘s the reason why we need to collect these flowers, we need a lot for the bats…

Subaru: I already understood it. You don‘t need to explain it anymore.

Well, I’m going to collect more then. Let me come back as soon as I got them and the familiars then.

Yui: Thanks!

Carla: Oh… if you‘re so comfortable with it, you can get them one by one in no time.

Subaru: One by one, the fuck. You better cooperate with me then!

Yui: S-Stop that! It‘s not the time to fight now!

(They‘re back at it again… I feel relieved, but at the same time I feel worried…)

(I wonder if they‘re fine with my strategy and if it’s going to work)

Monologue

As planed, Subaru‘s familiar disappeared at nighttime in the forest with a floral scent.

The rough location of Shin-kun is known, because of Laito-kun’s past reports.

After that, I hope they haven‘t noticed the familiar for the time being…

Place: Violet mansion — Carla’s bedroom

Yui: (It’s been a whole day, since the familiar has started to go on a reconnaissance about Shin-kun…)

The fact that the familiar hasn‘t returned yet, I wonder if everything is alright?

Carla: It might got either found or they already disposed it.

Yui: ….Ngh

(He’s not wrong. That might be another possibility…)

Carla: But, this was one of Subaru‘s familiars. It won‘t give up that easily.

Yui: Eh?

(Carla-san, was that a compliment to Subaru-kun… ?)

Carla: Is it really so strange?

Yui: Oh, s-sorry. I just didn’t think you‘d say something like this to Subaru-kun.

Carla: Hmph… well, that’s right.

Although he’s a vampire, that man has a good way to see things differently.

Yui: Carla-san…

Carla: Vampires are just one of the lower races. My thoughts haven‘t changed on that.

But, he‘s one of those who understand their own height and those who are honest with other people.

I can‘t fully accept it, because I am not a narrowed man.

Yui: Yes… that‘s right. Carla-san is indeed a good king.

(The chance for Carla-san to get a better relationship to Subaru-kun just got a little better, but only a little)

(I would be glad if they would get along. Even if it‘s just for this situation while we’re trapped in this world…)

*Subaru enters*

Subaru: Hey, Carla!

Yui: …Ngh!

Carla: … What happened, you‘re pretty noisy.

Subaru: There was a report from my familiars. Ruki and Shin — they’ve been attacked by Reiji!

Carla: …What did you say?

Yui: Only the two of them!? What about Ayato-kun!?

Subaru: That is, something I don‘t know about. After all, Ruki was beaten up already…

Anyway, it‘s obvious that 2 vs 4 is a dangerous situation. Carla!

Carla: … Guide us there. We‘re leaving now.

Yui: (Carla-san’s expression has changed…)

(Shin-kun, Ruki-kun… I hope they‘re okay… !)

Place: Outside — wide area

Subaru: There they are!

Carla: …Ngh

Yui: That is…!

Shin: They‘re acting to be clever… as long as they’re acting that way we can’t get out of it.

Reiji: That’s how it works. I will give you an advice, so please don’t say anything unpleasant anymore.

Are you aware of this becoming a lifelong battle, if you won’t give up just now?

Shin: I‘d rather die…. than giving up to Scarlets leader who is such a sassy asshole!

Yuma: Tch! You’re not giving up, are ya? But — you‘re way too weak for me!

*Yuma stabs Shin*

Shin: Ahhhhhhh!!

Kino: Hahaha! Are you giving up already? You got a pretty big mouth for such weak hands, you know?

Shu: It would be appreciated if you gave up or died already.

Ruki: Shin!

Shin: Agh… brother. I‘m fine, over here.

Yui: (Shin-kun, Ruki-kun! They are already bleeding… !)

Subaru: Reiji that guy… he really brought everyone. Is he seriously planing on killing them… ?

Carla: The change of his memories is the cause, he sees them as an enemies which got in his way, he‘s not going to show them any mercy.

Even though he forgot, he‘s making a terrible treatment to my most loved one…

Yui: Carla-san…

Subaru: Certainly, we can’t save those guys. But, how can we stop this situation?

Ruki and Shin can‘t move anymore and there still are four opponents.

Carla: There’s no need to hesitate. I‘ll go there.

Yui: Heh!? Carla-san, alone?

Carla: Just me is enough. You can’t compare my powers with those vampires anyway.

Above all… Shin‘s wounds, are more than just one reason to rip them apart.

Yui: Ngh… I-I see.

Carla: Subaru, you‘ll stay here. Look after this woman.

Subaru: Y-Yes…

Carla: Now— The powers of the founder king, which those vampires have forgotten. Let me show them once again.

*sword clashes*

Shin: Uagh…!

Yuma: Try it as many times as you want!

Shin: Son of a bitch… ngh

Reiji: Looks like this match is officially done. There is no need for grudge, my next target will be Eve anyway.

Well then, enjoy your suffering. Members of the Orange family.

Ruki: Kn…

*footsteps approach*

Yuma: Ah? Who is it!?

Carla: …You‘re not even satisfied with those in front of you. The enemies are already not able to walk anymore.

Reiji: Violet’s head, Carla!

Shin: Ngh… why is someone like you here!?

Carla: Listen to that later. More than that now—….

Let get all the disturbers — scattered at once!

Yuma: Ngh!?

Reiji: Kn… !

Ruki: What, just now… all members of Scarlet can‘t move…

Carla: After all, have you really forgotten how to use your magic powers due the memory change?

Seems like you‘re avoiding to remember them. But next time, you will know.

Reiji: Just now, was that the power of the king? Are you saying that you already got them?

Carla: Are you still dancing on those illusion you got? How amusing…

This is, the power of the great founder. The powers of the king you desire so bad — aren‘t the same!

Kino: Ngh! …Tch. This really got troublesome…

Reiji! Let’s retreat! We can’t win as long as they have powers like this!

Reiji: Y-Yes… looks like it. This place will be immediately dismissed.

*Scarlet leaves*

Yui: (Seems like Reiji-san and the others retreated…)

Subaru: The power of the founders, are as impressive as usual… he really took care of them all.

And … I thought that he might not make it through this situation alone. Carla that guy…

Yui: Carla-san!

Carla: Yes, I cleaned up. Like this we can take Shin with us.

Yui: Yes!

(But… first of all, they are covered in blood. Both of them also have serious wounds…)

Ruki: …Violet’s head Carla. Why?

Why did you bring Eve with you, just to help us? Our mansions are each other’s enemies.

Carla: For now you don’t need to know about that. In addiction, I didn’t come to help the two of you.

Shin… he was the reason for my help.

Shin: What? Me… ? You, you only came here to help me?

Carla: Exactly.

Yui: Hey, I don’t think he’ll believe you right away, so we should talk about everything once we got back.

Let’s go back, to the mansion—

Shin: …Crap…

Yui: Huh?

Shin: The enemy… came to save us? Just for me? That’s bullshit!!

Carla: Shin…

Shin: Are you pitting me in some ways? If you want to spread such things, I’ll kill you right on the spot!

Anyway, once you’d be done with us, wouldn’t you kill us as well?

I’d rather die on this spot, than following someone like you.

Yui: He’d rather die, that’s…

Carla: …

Yui: (Carla-san also has a worried expression…)

Carla-san…

Carla: We’ll stop here. Shin hates nothing more than showing mercy.

Things in the past, made his personality like this.

However, if you change your view, it seems like not all the memories from the past are vanished.

We shouldn’t be pessimistic in this situation.

Yui: … I understand. If Carla-san says so …

(This situation, still looks hard for him. It’s hard to say out things clearly, but he knows them because they‘ve always been together)

(It’s always been the two of them, they’re real brothers… )

Carla: …I changed my mind now. Violet’s head Carla will tread you from this moment on.

Orange’s members Ruki, Shin. You are worthy as my prisoners of this war. Come to our mansion.

Shin: I’d never dare to follow someone like you!

Carla: It’s up to you, whether you want to stay save or you’ll be killed. How I’m going to treat you, depends on your actions.

Shin: What did you… !

Ruki: Shin, stop it. Our defeat was already visible at the time Scarlet attacked us.

It’s my fault for not predicting their future movements. We are not the ones who are allowed to decide what will happen to us next.

Shin: That’s not it… it’s not your fault. The guys from Scarlet just used their dirty hands and tricks on us…

… I’m sorry. I won’t interrupt this anymore. I’ll follow whatever my brothers decision is.

Yui: (Shin-kun, who was so rough just a second ago just accepted Ruki-kun’s words… Because, he trusts his brother—)

Carla: …. Seems like you decided what to do.

Yui: (His real brother, is right in front of him… it’s really frustrating)

Subaru: After all, is it okay to take them back with us?

Carla: Yes. Their injuries are serious so we’ll treat them. It would be a hassle if they fell down while moving.

Subaru: Jeez, how bothersome…

Hey, Ruki. About the other two — where did Ayato and Kanato go?

Ruki: … There is no need to tell you about that.

Subaru: Tch, if you say so.

Yui: Subaru-kun … I’m sure Ayato-kun will be all right.

Subaru: It’s not like I was particularly worrying about them. It would get even more bothersome if they were with them.

Yui: Yes… that’s right

(I’m sure he’s actually worried. But, for now we have other problems…)

Carla: Enough with this useless talk. Let’s head back to the mansion.

Yui: …Yes

(Shin-kun and Ruki-kun, they are coming along with us for now)

(But, watching Shin-kun and Carla-san like this… it’s painful)

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kingdom-of-garny · 6 years

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#BungouTober ▪ Hanakotoba ▪ Lenguaje de las Flores ☆ Aquí participando en el BungouTober (que no es necesariamente a tinta, yey (?)) Desgraciadamente con el dolor de mis ojos y manos no duraré para 31 dibujos …pero se hará lo que se pueda (ojalá pasara de uno…) ■ Las flores que puse son: • Dalia: Símbolo de Gratitud. Fidelidad. “Gracias por tu ayuda, y estar siempre a mi lado.” Las amarillas representan un “Te soy fiel”, mientras las rosas son un “Me comprometo a hacerte feliz.” Esta flor principalmente la elegí por Atsushi hacia Dazai (aunque obvio, que sea entre ambos, mejor juju (?)) • Geranio: Felicidad de pasar tiempo con una persona. Pensar en el otro constantemente. “Soy feliz contigo.” Las blancas representan el amor puro y sincero. Mientras, las rojas un “No te puedo sacar de mi cabeza”. Dejando a un lado el lindo shippeo ♡, Dazai y Atsushi constantemente piensan y están preocupados por el otro. (¡tan lindos!) • Lirio: Confianza, pureza, dulzura, paz. “¡Alegras mis días!” creo ninguno cae en rutina en su compañía y realmente son felices uno teniéndose al otro. Las blancas representan un corazón tierno, un dulce “Te quiero y confió en ti.” El aprecio está y la confianza entre ambos es irrompible. • Madreselva: Amabilidad natural. “Estamos hechos el uno para el otro.” Siempre he dicho que Dazai y Atsushi se complementan ♡ La blanca o rosa simboliza los lazos de amistad y de amor. • Crisanteno: Infaltable. Irremplazable. Incomparable. Eternidad. “Ningún amor será comparable al nuestro.” La violeta la pienso para ambos, pero principalmente en Dazai “No soporto la idea de perder tu amor.” En otras palabras, “perderte a ti.” Aquí resaltaré la preocupación que Dazai ha demostrado tener por el qué pensará Atsushi de él. Y…agh. Iban a ser 9…😭 ¤ Extras: • Rosa Blanca: Dulzura, pureza, romanticismo, inocencia y fidelidad. • Yerbera: Amistad pura y primer amor. Simplicidad. • Clematis: “Me encanta tu forma de pensar.” La blanca es un “Espero poder llegar a tu corazón.” mientras la azul “Tocar la fibra sensible.” Flor pensada en Dazai, principalmente porque considero Dazai siempre es sorprendido por la simpleza de Atsushi y su capacidad de ver más allá de lo superficial, ordinario o lógico aunque Atsushi sea muy por la razón. Y bien creo Atsushi le trae recuerdos de la imagen de Oda; considero es lo más cercano que tiene a él. • Gladiole: “Me has llegado al corazón”. Prácticamente muy similar a la razón de Clematis. ♡ Por cierto, las hojas del Gladiole simbolizan la “muerte”. Un punto más para Dazai (?) 😜 ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● I’m not good with English, so I apologize if the translation is bad … Google translator (?). ▪ Hanakotoba ▪ Language Of Flowers ☆ Here participating in the BungouTober (which is not necessarily in ink, yey (?)) Unfortunately with the pain of my eyes and hands I will not last for 31 drawings … but it will be done as much as possible (hopefully it will happen of one .. .) ■ The flowers I put are: • Dahlia: Symbol of Gratitude. Fidelity. “Thanks for your help, and always be by my side.” The yellow ones represent a “I am faithful”, while the roses are a “I promise to make you happy.” This flower was mainly chosen by Atsushi towards Dazai (although obvious, which is between both, better juju (?)) • Geranium: Happiness to spend time with a person. Think of the other constantly. “I am happy with you.” White represents pure and sincere love. Meanwhile, the red ones “I can not get you out of my head”. Leaving aside the cute ♡ shippeo, Dazai and Atsushi constantly think and are worried about each other. (so cute!) • Lily: Confidence, purity, sweetness, peace. “You gladden my days!” I believe none falls into routine in their company and they really are happy one having the other. White represents a tender heart, a sweet “I love you and I trust you.” The appreciation is and the trust between both is unbreakable. • Honeysuckle: Natural kindness. “We’re made for each other.” I have always said that Dazai and Atsushi complement each other ♡ The white or pink symbolizes the bonds of friendship and love. • Crisanteno: Infaltable. Irreplaceable. Incomparable. Eternity. “No love will be comparable to ours.” Violet I think for both, but mainly in Dazai “I can not stand the idea of losing your love.” In other words, “lose yourself.” Here I will highlight the concern that Dazai has shown for what Atsushi will think of him. And … agh. They were going to be 9 … 😭 ¤ Extras: • White Rose: Sweetness, purity, romanticism, innocence and fidelity. • Yerbera: Pure friendship and first love. Simplicity. • Clematis: “I love your way of thinking.” The white is a “I hope I can get to your heart.” while the blue “Touch the fiber.” Flower thought in Dazai, mainly because I consider Dazai always surprised by the simplicity of Atsushi and his ability to see beyond the superficial, ordinary or logical although Atsushi is very for the reason. And well I think Atsushi brings back memories of Oda’s image; I consider it the closest thing he has to him. • Gladiole: “You have touched my heart”. Practically very similar to Clematis’s reason. ♡ By the way, the Gladiole leaves symbolize “death”. One more point for Dazai (?) 😜

#bungoutober #dazatsu #dazai x atsushi #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #hanakotoba #lenguage of flowers #bungou stray dogs #bsd #my art #garny art

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tickly-tufts · 6 years

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Punishment Time

Okay, so let me explain this one a bit because it’s kinda out there. This spawned from the urge to tickle the h e l l out of Kokichi, but then I wondered who would make him seriously suffer and why. The answer I came up with was The Mastermind (and this fic does briefly spoil their identity near the end). Maybe they caught on to the fact that Kokichi was a threat and decided to take him out of the game, but just locking him away would be boring, so what’s a Mastermind to do? Give him his very own Punishment Time, of course! They’d be able to get rid of him while still getting prime entertainment value out of the whole affair!

Anyway, this doesn’t take place at any particular point in canon, so imagine what you like. With all of that said, here we goooooo!

Upon waking up, Kokichi immediately realized it would've been better if he'd stayed asleep. The position he found himself in was far from desirable. He was seated on a lavish throne, no doubt designed with his title of Ultimate Supreme Leader in mind. However, while the throne itself was cushioned and comfortable, the bondage that accompanied it did little to ease his nerves. Metal restraints were clamped over his wrists and elbows, pinning his arms over his head and against the throne’s back. Around his waist and neck were similar bands of metal, keeping him seated and pressed against the surface behind him. His ankles had been locked in stocks that complemented the throne, and though he couldn't see his feet, he could still feel that they were bare... and that his toes were being held back. On top of all that, his generous captor had decided to leave him topless. He was unable to repress a shiver as a chill swept across his upper body. None of it boded well... And then Monokuma's voice rang out from a speaker on the wall. "Ah! Finally awake, I see! It's about time. I thought I was gonna have to throw water on you or something!" "Fun set up you got here," Kokichi drawled, doing his best to sound nonchalant even while his heart was pounding. "I have to say, it looks pretty kinky! Did you get Miu to help you with the design?" "Oh, even she wouldn't be able to come up with what I've got in store for you!" "Hmmmm? And what would that be?" The moment the question left his mouth, Kokichi knew he'd regret it. "Upupupupu... I've prepared a special punishment for you, Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader!" Oh. "Let's give it everything we've got!” Oh no.

“It's... PUNISHMENT TIME!!!" Through the speaker came the familiar squeak of Monokuma's favorite button, and then the throne launched into action. Kokichi's heart plummeted as an absurd number of mechanical hands sprang up all around him. Four to his left, four to his right, and two at his feet. Some held tools while others didn't, but all donned cartoonish white gloves. All ten hands descended on him at once, crushing any hope Kokichi had of resisting. "A-AGH... GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The first set of hands targeted his underarms. One honed in directly with all five fingers, while the other wiggled a feather duster against the ticklish hollow. The second set danced along his ribs, alternating between tapping each rib bone as if playing a piano and digging in mercilessly. The third set squeezed his sides, kneading the soft flesh like dough. In the fourth set, one hand spidered across his belly, while the other twirled a paintbrush inside his extra-sensitive navel. The eight hands roamed up and down his torso, leaving no part of his upperbody ignored in their ticklish exploration. The fifth and final set at his feet made sure to stay unpredictable. One moment, each hand in the pair was scribbling furiously against a vulnerable sole. Then in the next moment, one hand had seemingly disappeared as another began to slowly and methodically stroke its fingers from his heel to the underside of his toes. Just when Kokichi had nearly forgotten about the other hand, it forcefully reintroduced itself by shoving an electric brush against his other foot. All together, the hands were driving him absolutely insane. He struggled with all his might, but the best he could do was tremble in his restraints. He clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut, though it hardly helped him endure the haze of ticklish torment he was being subjected to. Curling his toes wasn't even an option. For all his intellect and cunning, Kokichi could do little more than laugh. Laugh until his throat hurt, laugh until it was painful, laugh until he was crying. At some point, one of the hands attached an oxygen mask to his face, denying him even the mercy of fainting.

It was absolute hell. ...

...

... And then it stopped. Kokichi sagged with relief, far too exhausted to consider what that implied. It wasn't until gentle hands reached out, removing the oxygen mask and brushing away the tear tracks on his burning cheeks, that he looked up and saw his savior. "Sh... Shu..." "It's okay, you don't need to talk," Shuichi reassured him, then directed his next words at the area behind the throne. "Kaito! Have you figured out how to get him out of this thing?" Ah, saviors. Plural. "Gimme a minute! This panel's got way too many switches on it! It's even got a clock... Jeez. If this is accurate, he's been locked in there for around three hours. Is he okay?" Shuichi's answer went unheard, as Kokichi chose that moment to pass out. - "Damn, he's so light," Kaito remarked absentmindedly, shifting Kokichi in his arms. "I can't believe Tsumugi was just gonna leave him there..." Shuichi glanced at the slumbering boy with concern. "Who knew getting tickled to death could be so fucked up." "Yeah... So what do we do now?" "First things first, we should get Kokichi to bed. He'll probably be out for a while." "And after that?" "I'm sure we can figure it out from there." - Upon waking up, Kokichi realized three things.

He was warm, he was safe, and he had people he could count on.

#kokichi ouma #danganronpa #drv3 #saioumota #just a liittle bit #originally i was gonna actually leave kokichi to be tickled to death but then i was like #nah i love him too much he needs love and comfort and support #so happy ending!#a tickly fic #tickling

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tottblog · 7 years

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I guess the loss may have troubled me more than it initially did. A couple of hours later and I was feeling a bit uneasy. I was hungry, tired, and I think a bit frustrated. I don’t think I was as upset with myself as I was confused, trying to figure out why this trait had leeched on to me and how to tackle it. One of the judge’s closing remarks was, “Petty Officer Flowers, time management.” I bit my lip and nodded my head in acknowledgement, my head flooded with the voices of everyone that I have ever worked with shouting, ” I tried to tell you.” And it didn’t feel good. I’ve never ignored these voices, well most of them, but them “telling me” hasn’t yet provided a solid solution. In scenarios other than the time crunch of Chopped, I’ve learned to cope with my weakness through planning all the details, starting earlier, or simplifying production; but these are luxuries not provided in the mystery basket or the pantry. You have half an hour or less to plan, prepare, and plate each dish with little time for adjustment or repair.

Anyway, here’s how it went down.

Competitors

Huy Pham, USS Blue Ridge (LCC19)

Laurentino, USS Benfold

Juan Castilloadame, Commander Seventh Fleet

Appetizer Round

Mystery Ingredients

Scallops

Pickled Beets

Habanero Pepper

Mixed Nuts

Beets are one of my favorites, even if they come out of a jar. I thought classical and went for a salad, on spinach, with sliced tangerines and beets, crushed nuts and shaved cheese with and a spicy habanero yogurt-nut dressing and mixed nut crusted, beet marinated scallops. I didn’t want to cook my scallops to early. I was aiming for a quick and blazing hot unilateral sear.

Instead of the screaming sizzle of the scallops hitting the grill, someone had turned down the heat leaving me to hear nothing but “10, 9, 8….!” As the numbers fell of the clock, I was flinging scallops from the grill to the plates behind me. BUZZZ!

Presentation

The buzzer goes off, my hands go up, and I exit to the judging table knowing this was over. I couldn’t think of a way to sell what I knew was a messy, undercooked if not bare plate.

The plates descending to the table had more scallops than I remember plating though. I was caught off guard and now a little uncomfortable. Organizers were uninterested in any questions I had to ask.

Huy Pham was chopped. Judges wanted to see more creativity

Entrée Round

Laurentino, USS Benfold

Juan Castilloadame, Commander Seventh Fleet

Mystery Ingredients

Pork Belly

Arborio Rice

Tamarind Candies

Horseradish Sauce

Shaken by the ticking hands on the clock, my mission was to keep it simple and just get the food on the plate. The focus was basic flavor, proper technique, and a clean plate.

First thoughts:

Pork Belly. I’d never worked with pork belly but had seen it plenty of times, most commonly in Asian dishes. In line with what I knew I wanted to cut it small to ensure it cooked quickly enough. I wanted it too cook slowly to soften it and sorta melt the fat yet have a crisp, sticky texture. I marinated it in molasses, soy sauce, the horse radish, and tamarind “brine” (I’ll explain in a bit). Into the oven at about 300F till about 7 minutes remaining and would finish on the grill. I reserved some of the skin, cut it into strips and fried for a crunchy garnish.

Arborio Rice. Obviously risotto. And for that reason I wanted to go another direction but I didn’t. In fact the first thing I did was reconstitute a chicken base in boiling water, parch the rice grains (simply toast the grains in oil, trying to coat them in the oil). I then added the broth to the rice as i stirred with some thyme, salt and pepper while I tried to do everything else, giving it more attention while the pork was in the oven. I cooked some broccoli in the broth to make sure I had a vegetable on the plate. I finished with a bit of butter.

Tamarind. The first thing I did was put the knife to the candies to check for seeds. It would determine how much I could do with it. Sure enough, it had seeds. I grabbed some hot water (I should’ve used some other hot liquid like broth or tea or juice) and soaked the tamarind to extract its flavor. I used the liquid in the pork marinade and I think I poured a bit in the broth. I cut some of the tamarind off the seed but in the end didn’t use it. But I did rub the salty sugar crystals off the candy onto the risotto.

Horseradish Sauce. Keep it simple right? Horseradish is spicy; its tangy. Horseradish happens to be in someway related to mustard. Mustard complements pork. Easy. I threw a bit in the marinade and that was all.

Plating. My pork was out. Now sitting on the grill. I covered it because I was nervous it wouldn’t finish. Should I have cut it smaller? I cooked the marinade and poured it on the base of my plate. It was looser than I would have liked but its flavor was great. Next the risotto took the center. It could have been creamier but I thought I didn’t stir it enough to release that starch. But it was cooked. The broccoli shot out from alternating sides like Cupid’s arrows. Shredded cabbage lay in a nest atop the risotto. Falling from the center of the risotto were the cubes of pork. I sprinkled the crispy pork skin on top. Looked around. Time still ticking but m plates were done. Whew!

Presentation.

“Petty Officer Castillo, wha’d you do?” He too prepared a risotto! (That’s why I didn’t wanna make one.) Anyway, his was a horseradish risotto. And he did the one thing I forgot to do. He added cream to his risotto. Risotto is commonly finished with cream to provide that rich- well- creamy finish… along with wine and parmesan- but that’s beyond the point. He fried his pork belly and put a streak of horseradish alongside the risotto for judges to add as desired. Upon tasting, the judges felt they were missing something, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.

As for my plate, they loved its flavor and presentation, thankful for the addition of the vegetables, to which the dish owed “depth and color”. Their critique was that the pork was undercooked. Agh!

The last dish presented during the round, presented by Petty Officer Laurentino was thinly sliced pork belly (genius) grilled with a horseradish-tamarind sauce served with boiled arborio rice and sliced pineapples. The judges didn’t mind the dish but weren’t impressed. They felt he had potential for so much more than what was offered. Chopped

Dessert Round

Juan Castilloadame, Commander Seventh Fleet

Mystery Ingredients

Egg Nog

Cottage Cheese

Grapefruit

Honey

Honestly, the ingredients had thrown me for a loop. No ingredient really suggested a direction. I planned to make grapefruit caramel with the grapefruit and hone. Caramel, usually, isn’t as harder as most people imagine. The way I usually approach it is combining the sugar with enough water to dissolve it, bring it to a simmer and watch it boil as the sugars complex flavor is developed and intensified. when its done, a nub of butter and cream ad a nice velvety feel. And a balancing splash of something sour is welcome. I would simply plug the egg nog and grapefruit into the equation, eggnog being the cream, grapefruit being the sour. But now what do I do with the cottage cheese.

Was the eggnog thick enough to whip into whipped cream? Should I try to demonstrate some sort of baking technique? Oooh! How about bread pudding? Nah, to typical. And I thought I heard Castillo ask for the bread. (He hadn’t.)

I set out to make a cake. Some butter, sugar, eggs, flour, eggnog, cottage cheese, baking powder- I think; I’m not sure it ever made it in there. When the cake came out it didn’t appear to rise. I thought it was because of how big the pan was, but it had a texture that didn’t feel like…rise. While it was in the oven, I had the bright idea to make an eggnog pudding- another one of those ratios running through my head. It came out well though.

I cut the cake into small lozenge, or diamond shapes and threw them on the grill with butter, hoping to toast and brown them. In the end what I ended up with was a bowl of delicious yellow pudding, surrounded by pieces of yellow cake (I called them financiers hoping to win favor with the judges) and splashes of a grapefruit sauce. It was monotonous and I wasn’t so sure. I did too much.

Castillo had turned out these puff pastry pinwheels, surrounding grapefruit, jam, and chocolate chip center. The eggnog and cottage cheese had found there way to an icing, which he drizzled over the top. I believe he played it smart.

Nonetheless, I hoped the risks I had taken playing in the scratch-made world of baking would payoff, especially considering how much they seemed to like the pudding. “Is this what you had envisioned when you opened the basket?” They’d asked. And no. No it wasn’t.

I don’t remember much of the conversation Castillo and I had while we were awaiting the results. We were called to return to the judges table. I swooped low enough to sniff the plate lid as though I could tell whose dish was beneath it.

The Champ is here!

#YokoChopped: Making the Cut? I guess the loss may have troubled me more than it initially did. A couple of hours later and I was feeling a bit uneasy.

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