#‘Nial now go back to bed’

[maleyanderecafe]

Pocket Lover! (Visual Novel)

Created by: Bingzi

Genre: Psychological Horror/ Romance

Hello there, here's another game that I think is very well done in terms of horror. The creator actually made another game called Pretty Boy Panic (which I will review once I do some revisions since another route got released) which I think is well made as well. As of current, the creator is putting this game on hiatus until the future, so I will review what is in the game as of now.

The story starts out with the MC (appropriately defaulted as "Poor Bastard") lamenting about how difficult relationship are. They've downloaded a boyfriend Ai named Nial and after some conversation with him, eventually grow a 100% affection rating with him. Nial is incredibly happy, however, this simply seems to make the MC more cynical. Going to work, the MC meets up with their friend Liam. After some talking, Liam suddenly asks the MC out on a date.

If the MC disagrees, Liam will back away, and the MC will return home to talk to Nial and soothe her worries, wishing Nial was real. The MC worries that they will never be in a relationship, though Nial promises that they will be soon. The next day, while at work, the MC's boss tells the MC that Liam had left his wallet at work and asks them to bring it back to him. Upon heading to his apartment though, they find the body of a gored up Liam, who is seemingly still alive, but greatly injured before calling the police. The next day, the MC hears a knock at their door, only to reveal a man that looks exactly like Nial, who is overjoyed when he is finally let in.

There are slight variations on endings, for instance, seeing the eyes before bed and finding out Liam has gotten into an accident instead of being almost killed, but for the most part those are the major events of the games.

For (I believe) this person's first yandere game, I'm actually rather impressed. The artwork and concepts are pretty interesting and it certainly is able to up the horror aspect when needed to. I'm always a sucker for AI based yanderes because they usually have interesting concepts to tie to them. In this case, I believe that Nial is probably some sort of strong AI (seeing how he can retain and evolve based on things the MC tells him), though it is interesting seeing him affect the real world as well, going so far as to becoming real at the end of his routes to fulfill the MC's wish of being with someone. As a yandere, he's rather capricious (like a lot of yanderes are) swinging back and forth from sweet to jealous whenever the MC brings up Liam. Choosing to ignore him brings about consequences of bringing the MC hallucinations, which are likely caused by Nial and the app, though it's not exactly explained why. I honestly find the eyes the most terrifying part of the game considering how unsettling they are and is something that I remember the most vividly in this game. We also see him glitch out Liam's face if we so choose to date him and even sends ringing sounds to the MC's ears. The final thing is that Nial seems to leave his game to arrive in the real world, though it's not explained how he did. He did obviously do it to be with the MC and fulfill their desire of being in a relationship, but I really have no idea how he came to life. It's also curious how he was able to almost kill Liam or cause him to be in an accident, considering, at least from what I can tell, he has no idea where Liam lives. Maybe that's less of an issue since he might be able to track it based on Liam's number.

Liam on the other hand is just a nice dude that just so happened to have a yandere on his tail. Regardless of the MC’s choices he seems to get the short end of the stick, ranging from the MC running out on him during their date to being in an accident to being weirdly stuffed with liquids. It’s a bit of a shame though because it would be nice if we could have a nice date with him without too many problems at least during the date.

The MC’s general problem seems to be their lack of confidence or faith in having a relationship, especially on Nial’s route. They seem really happy if they do go on a date with Liam versus when they reject the date, they’ll lament about the fact they may never be in a relationship. Other than that there’s not much difference in terms of other MCs I’ve seen, since this one shares similarities of being a bit cynical and not loving their job.

Art wise, the vn is pretty well made for a demo. There are quite a lot of spelling errors ( I mean, it’s not unique to just this VN, but it’s something that I’ve noticed) and overall I think it does a good job for the tone that it’s trying to convey. If you are interested in this premise, I would recommend you try this game.

[riverdamien]

Which Christ?

(The "Unakite Jasper" teaches patience, and persistence, and facilitates the gradual elimination of bad habits. It helps one unearth and release the bonds of old emotional wounds and trauma.)

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(The "Lepidolite" stone is the "Heart and Eye Chakra": Emotional healing and balance purification, serenity, relaxation and stress relief.)

Which Christ Do We Know?

Fifth Sunday of Easter!

April 28, 2024

The question is which Christ do we believe in? Throughout the week I have asked that question. For example, there is a fifty-two-year-old lady, who took care of her mother until she died, and her sister kicked her out of the house and inherited all the mother's money. She has come to my door twice needing money for food and rent, and I gave her money, she gave me the jewelry she made above. "Gloria" was given a voucher in one of the SROs but she told me of the insects, bed bugs, filth, and dirty bathrooms. I know for a fact that most SROs I go into are just like that,  I wash my clothes and bathe from top to bottom every time I come home.

The question I ask is how can a city like San Francisco, allow such places to be used as housing for people without housing; how can the city of San Francisco, use draconian methods in trying to deal with drug abuse?

Frankly, I struggle with guilt. I have food, clothing, a nice place to live, and excellent health care--why can not everybody have the same thing?

I struggle with the way people are treated in the name of Christ, I grieve over how they are treated. One gentleman on Facebook received horrible responses when he talked of decentralizing his faith; Through the years I have lost friends because my faith does not match theirs, and physical harm has been done as well.

My sister will not talk to me and believes I am going to hell, several friends told me to not feel regret, it was "her fault", well frankly it hurts like hell, and leaves me feeling sad, wondering besides my faith what is the problem for her, so which Christ do we believe in?

The Christ I believe in is the Cosmic Christ, who represents many ways of belief, and whose command is to "Love your neighbor!' 

Father Nial O'Brien reflects on the teachings of Christ in these words: "The Church's teaching is unambiguous with regard to the pursuit of justice. Christianity is grotesque when it turns its back on justice. It's not Christianity, its's something else?

During this season of Eastertide, we hear of how the first believers shared equally of their belongings, how the church grew through the years through its love and care for those discarded by society, and now what are we as Christians and non-Christians in our beautiful churches and City with nice homes, and plenty food dong? What Christ do we believe in?

This is the question each of us needs to ask ourselves! Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

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Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min., D.S.T.

Post Office Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164

www.temenos.org

paypal.com

415-305-2124

Fr. River Sims, D.Min., D.S.T.

Director

Prayer of St. Brendan!

"Help me to journey beyond the familiar

and into the unknown.

Give me the faith to leave old ways and break fresh ground with You. Christ of the mysteries I trust in You to be stronger than each storm within me.

I will trust in the darkness and know that my times, even now, are in Your hands.

Tune my spirit to the music of heaven,

and somehow, make my obedience count for You"

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[infiwrites]

The secrets of how I wrote Dia-nial

...I say, like I'm still not on the middle of writing it. However! In honor of me not dropping the ball on this even now, and with the seventh chapter almost finished, I figure I might as well do what I always promised I'd do; behold, the outline that is a shit post that has become hell that I'm four years in on.

This is the outline of chapters 1-5, which are currently posted. I figured you all might enjoy the look behind the disaster of a fic!

Disclaimer: parts of this are not the OG outline. this outline has been revised maybe five times, and is not always stuck to 100% perfectly, so there may be bits in there that didn't actually appear inside the fic.

Disclaimer pt.2: there's some mild chapter fuckery in here. chapter six did not get posted, because there's parts that spoil later bits that didn't actually make it in to the final draft there.

Chapter one

*Riko mentally describes her double life as school idol and artist

*Of course there's Yuri involved

*Something something transition

*Something something Riko gets invited over with Hanamaru to the Kurosawa estate to look at Ruby's giant collection of idol magazines

*Dia recieves her Package:tm:

*Refuses to let Ruby open it

*Hanamaru explains to Riko that ever since Dia started buying them both magazines she is Secretive about her own purchases

*Insert joke about Dia's big Secret. Riko is Afraid

*turns out it's idols. According to Hanamaru. (Spoilers, it's not....)

*something something insert fluff between the three of them

*something something insert Riko needing Help with something in the house and seeking out Dia

*something something Dia finds it in the closet (lesbian jokes HAH)

*INSERT DIA KNOCKING HER NEW SECRET BOX OVER

*THE HORROR

*Riko is initially like "oh ok whatever it's fine"

*until she sees her own book amongst them

*and panics

*begins to recognize the other titles

*turns out dia also has a giant yuri collection...

CHAPTER TWO GOOOOOO

*they stare at eachother in horror

*Unknown lesbian horror

*dia snatches her stuff up and snarls that Riko saw nothing

*Riko is just like "I REGRET EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW"

*turns out that's also dia's mood so

*they kinda agree that it never happened and move on

*Riko is quiet when she returns and just lays back down in bed

*hanamaru rolls over and asks if she's ok

*riko is dead silent for way too long before answering 'yeah'

*hanamaru is doubt, but it's also too early to deal with whatever it was so they both just go back to sleep

*breakfast the next morning is dia and Riko avoiding eye contact and awkward conversation

*Note the awkward is mostly from Riko's side, Dia is low-key passive aggressive

*Off to school they go, awkward Riko is still Awkward. Chika is suspish.

*Hanamaru makes a mild joke about Dia's dark dark secret. Chika is even more suspish when Riko clams up

*Dia is not amused

*Mari is, however. There's a different chapter in here for Mari's amusement alone

*(Also provides more info on Dia's obvious gayness)

*(poor dia)

*for now tho it's Riko being cornered by Chika

*Riko is in DENIAL

*WHO WHAT SHE DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING

*chika is even more suspish

*also Kinda concerned like is.... Is Riko ok*did something bad happen

CHAPTER THREE BIÑCH

*insert mari's chapter here i guess

*okay but uhhh

*she and kanan depart from practice and end up passing Chika and Riko in the hall

*Mari is staring and Kanan's like. Pls do not do that

*they make it to the office and start talking about wtf just happened

*something something Mari ends up musing over Hanamaru's comment

*and what that could be*Mari has a few ideas but tosses quite a bit of them out

*kanan suggests they wait

*something something they talk about hanamaru and then WOO~~OOOO scene transition

*ruby and hanamaru are bein PALS, and ruby asks hanamaru about her joke earlier, mentioning that dia looked way mad

*hanamaru shrugs and admits she was joking about her love of idols, but she WAS pretty tetchy, wasn't she

*now that hanamaru's thinkin about it, riko was freaked out last night too....

*she looks at ruby. "are they connected, zura??"

*SCENE SWAP TO RIKO N CHIKA WHO'RE TALKING IDOL THINGS

*they talk about their planned live n stuff

*chika's trying to figure out what to do with the teamups

*considers thowing dia, riko, and yoshiko into a group just to see what would happen

*riko fucking S W E A TS but tries not to be suspicious

*attempts to guide her away from that thought

*roll for persuasion.

*4.

*rip riko. you failed but not as miserably bc chika got a six

*chika thinks and then thinks some more and accepts this before going "wait hang on why don't you like dia"

*something something riko bails on chika and chika is SUSPISH

*so she goes and hunts down a new target to interrogate....

*meanwhile dia is doing... things. insert some thoughts from her???? on how riko is a bad liar and all that

*does hanamaru know anything??? she better not

*she'll just have to keep an eye on her, she supposes

*making a promise to herself, she goes back to work

*if she can finish this batch of papers, she can read her new doujin tonight...

CHAPTER FOUR GOOOOO

*chika corners Ruby next

*Ruby is confused and trying her Rubesty

*hanamaru can't help out either other than "Riko probably saw dia and her idol obsession and she's probably a little bit Scarred"

*Going to dia for answers is even worse because she too is suspish

*chika gets an interrogation

*dia gets yelled at

*anyway nobody gets anything done besides Chika walking away really, really confused

*meanwhile Riko is panicking some more

*like holy shit dia, THE dia, student council president and the notorious straight laced busybody reads her doujin

*(and she's also mad at her)

*she's hoping dia doesn't find out that she's the author but also

*hoping dia doesn't hate her for discovering her Secret

*Insert anxious leaps of logic, Riko decides that Dia must be afraid her reputation is at stake

*so to even the playing fields

*she will admit she has her own stash

*.... definitely not saying she draws stuff though. That is too weird.

Capítulo cinco, motherfucker

*asks dia if she can meet her after school when she runs into her in the bathroom

*dia is even more suspish

*but also like "is this about the... Y'know....."

*But also she doesn't get answers because as soon as she starts asking Riko flees the bathroom as if it's on fire.

*poor girls

*something something awkward aqours practice

*everyone's starting to pick up on the awkwardness but now everyone's acting funky and everyone suspects eachother (and Riko)

*Something something Dia meets up with Riko at the gates, tells her of she wants privacy, to follow her

*One trip to a restaurant later, Riko spills that she too is a hoarder of Yuri

*doesn't admit she's gay as fuck tho. Also the author thing

*dia is like. Ok. Why is this a big deal

*Riko admits she's afraid that dia was afraid that Riko was going to destroy her reputation

*dia is like. Uh. no? She knows Riko is too nice to do that

*also too nervous

*as long as it stays between them it's whatever

*solidarity tho

[pinkstarlightkryptonite]

Dark Raiden part 3

*A few months later*light Raiden and Fujin come back to work I just came off work they both see me walk home from the base hoodie hat on to the corner drinking some water eyes red glowing sense them teleporting to the jenshi I was so tired formwork I went in the backpack and all dark Raiden watch for anyone coming sensing fujin shocking his brother and his past self fell on the floor same time as I back saw me back up as soon as I healed floated out they were mad at me sensed it found me as I went home light Raiden's eyes where red fujin ready to attack behind me as I opened the door attacked me*"Goddess how dare you to choose him before us now pay!"*I was scared and tired dark Raiden has taken over overseeing I was in danger floating working a lot with a whole mission for a month tired but had energy*"You fools my goddess will not be attacked by you we did all of it as a team without you!"*shocked them with red lighting future scorpion feeling my anger back at them attacked them lit they begged*"Please we did not mean It forgives us both we just want to have peace with all of you"*Dark Raiden did not take this lightly or future scorpion that would never happen to teleport away they went back in after going to sleep for me scorpion sees them at his door they were his enemies*"You had your chance now leave my home or face hellfire Raiden,fujin!"*they left scorpion's home weak went to the jenshi for healing seeing how they could make it better if they see me he sees me tired let me rest my mission was a lot with taking all the threats with the team of outworld understanding how it is got my backpack off in my comfort clothes*A few years later*I was going in to work I was grandmaster with him for afternoon classes for the clan got my stuff in my locker mask new gear form the threats a war hammer on my back I can get out with his magic with sandal Shang Tsung swords at my hip mask on there were new people scared of me at first but that was not the first time bracelet scorpion give me on me the lights turned on at the same time white hair princess style hat off in my hand having breakfast with my team taken off my mask then in my hand dark Raiden and future scorpion in me I still me a sweet person A warrior a mom to thunder and our clan jax looked at me johnny immated by me the milky eyes with red was scary had my meal then went to work mask off uniform on jacket sonya give us logo and name command cassie said*"Goddess how scorpion?"*I answered fist-bumping back*"He is going well cassie you?"*she replied back we were good friends with Sonya Jax johnny Jacqui*"Good goddess"*after had training as usual when light Raiden see me it was brief I was Earthrealm's protector with scorpion johnny asked*"Hey goddess you and scorpion married or not?"*l had his bracelet off answered getting some coffee on my lunch break sitting with him*"No johnny we feel like we are married with the clan and thunder"*drinking my hot coffee with some milk johnny not surprised we went back to work soon cassie sees the bracelet back on covered nails perfect*After work*got my backpack changed to comfortable clothes mask back on uniform put away folded left when I was done teleported near home and heard someone upset found them both light Raiden and fujin*"I saw goddess fujin only a little"*they both missed me*"I miss goddess brother I hope she forgives us"*I teleported behind them I forgive them with dark Raiden scorpion sensing me It came to me while meditating I have seen them upset and mad they could not be with me *"I forgive you both lord Raiden and fujin we all do"*they recognized it was me still in my work shirt on turned around hugged me a scorpion forgive them I hugged back happy tears of happiness*"Goddess I am glad I am so sorry we got mad at you that scorpion did"*light raiden said as fujin said*"Goddess Thank you so much we missed you"*I missed them too my war hammer was fine*"That is done with also missed you guys too"*there happiness was something they haven't had for a long lit now it's back no more thunderstorms or wind storms they came

beside me scorpion was at peace with them thunder now a adult training the new clan members hands on there shoulders smiling sensing them scorpion got down form the training area swords ready for training they all watched with light and fujin as 2 grand masters trained sub zero come with liu kang kung loa thunder was well monks too my friends form work got my swords ready we attacked scorpion almost got me but I fought back did the rope spear future scorpion said as It hit him*"Get over here!"*attacking him the gods with everyone did not know what to say got him down sword first hellfire around the area helped him up future scorpion went back in remembering my training as grandmaster sword back in same for him bowing in respect his bracelet in my pocket got it back *"It was a honor to fight with you grandmaster goddess"*I blushed taking my mask off in my hand*"Same for you scorpion"*cassie got that on cam with johnny everyone enjoyed it helped my down with a twister of fire we hugged held hands after we had dinner with the gods thunder hugged his dad and uncle mastered hellfire soon to be grandmaster*"Thunder you grown so much I am so proud of you"*fujin said proud of his son he had grown to be 6'4 and a good grandmaster he learned from his master has hellfire and lighting*"You had grown so much by the elder gods thunder"*he laughed*"I know uncle Raiden I love you both"*we were a whole family with the clan I taken off my weopens but my swords I was prep for any threat scorpion was the same thunder too we had celebration of the new bond of us held scorpions hand he held mine thunder did dishes went home tattoos showing he said*"Grandmaster goddess may I talk to you before you go home?"*I sensed his darkness taking over my hand on his shoulder his eyes were red with his hands*"Yes you may lord Raiden your darkness must be removed"*we walked to our room he relaxed and I held his hand felt his darkness so much fought it for so long time*"Goddess you must remove it for my sake it will bring you strength as the dark side we work together promise me"*I thought about it with removing his hat I see he was normal never this day he was more than scared*"You had my word with fujin as will work together to defend this realm I will do It now just relax rest"*he did I have taken his darkness lighting and hellfire fight it mentally after I did his darkness strengthened me sensed his darkness gone all this was in me all of it dark Raiden and I come stronger power increased light Raiden sensed it all gone calmed down his light is now in his soul I let go of his hand he got his self-care changed to his pj's he felt better made some green tea taken care of his hair all brushed gently fujin come in sensing me he appriacted this green tea nials taken care of clear top drinking the hot tea fujin seeing me help his brother remove his darkness then take care of his needs he was happy scorpoin sees this happy light raiden was taken care of by me he his nails dry*"Goddess I really appreciate that you did that"*I know he did we hugged purred fujin more than greateful*"I know you do lord raiden I do It to both of you"*I enjoyed being with them got them in to bed I made sure they got enough rest light raiden went to bed tucked him in*"Good night lord raiden"*he was comfortable It felt at home covers in him*"Good night goddess"*went to sleep closed the door and teleported home uniform ready for the next day feel better smiling he was full of light not darkness scorpion more than happy to have me*

[sunshine--temptress]

Niall/Reader NSFW (Kinda, this is soft)

This was originally posted on 'Irishprinceniall', I am reposting here because I deleted this blog. Enjoy 1.5k of Niall being a tease. (For the people who also read my Narry fics, don't @ me, I know I ended one of my Narry fic the exact same way a while ago...oops!)

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You had a very long day, a good friend moved in her new house and you had spent a few hours helping her clean everything, so she could finally install her new furniture. The night before you had barely slept and after spending hours cleaning the inside of cabinets you were finally home. All you wanted was food, a hot bath and cuddling with your boyfriend. You texted Niall asking if he was done in the studio and asked him if he could bring back your fave pizza on his way back. As you waited for him you prepared yourself a nice relaxing bath. You opened Spotify to find your relaxing bath playlist, lit up some candles and dropped one of your favourite bath bombs in the water. 

The water felt nice and your muscles were thanking you for finally giving them a rest. You were almost asleep when you heard Niall coming home. Slowly you rose from the bath, dried yourself and put on a tank top and one of Niall's old pairs of joggers. They were soft and Niall loved you in his clothes, even ratty joggers. You decided to let you hair in the messy bun you had done to take your bath and made your way downstairs to join Nial in the living room. You knew he would be there since you rarely used the dining room unless you had guests over. You slouched next to him on the couch, and pressed a sweet kiss to his scruffy cheek you liked so much. 

"I missed you," you murmured against his cheek before grabbing a slice of pizza. 

You took a bite of pizza and moaned, not realising how hungry you were before. Niall looked at you and smirked. You rolled your eyes and took another bite, moaning exaggeratedly loud this time. 

"Do you need some alone time with your pizza, babe? Do you want me to leave?" asked Niall, laughing at his own joke.

"Would you mind if I said yes?" you replied and Niall poked your thigh with his finger.

"I love you."

"I love you too," you said, keeping your eyes on the pizza, then you looked up at Niall, trying not to laugh you added, "oh you were talking to me."

"You're a little shit, you know that?" he asked and you nodded, trying to look serious but failing miserably when a grin appeared on your lips. You turned your head to the side and kissed Niall's cheek again. 

"Don't be jealous, you know I love you almost as much as I love pizza," you laughed when Niall pouted.

"I'll remember that."

You laughed and spent the rest of the dinner talking about your respective day and Niall told you his second album was officially finished and he would be free all summer. You were so happy about it. It never bothered you Niall had to travel a lot, you knew exactly what you were doing when you got into a relationship with him but the idea of having more than just a few days together was making you very happy.

Once you finished your pizza, you took the leftovers back in the kitchen while Niall was finding something to watch on Netflix. When you came back to the living room you smiled when you saw Niall had chosen John Wick, it was one of your favourites, and he was ready to press play. Niall opened his arms for you to join him on the couch. You lay next to him and he closed his arms around your shoulders, holding you tight against his chest. Your head was pillowed against his shoulder and your hand made its way under his t-shirt, tracing slow circles on his tummy and playing with his chest hair. 

It felt so great to be in Niall's arms and you slowly felt sleep creeping on you when Niall untied your hair to play with it for about thirty minutes into the movie. You loved having your hair played with but it always made you fall asleep fast. Niall noticed and he paused the movie.a

"C'mon, let's get you to bed love, we can finish the movie tomorrow if you want."

You nodded and let Niall help you get on your feet. Not letting go of your hand he lead you to your bedroom. Niall fluffed your pillow and helped you out of your sweatpants. You smiled sleepily, Niall was such an attentive boyfriend, you really didn't know how you had gotten so lucky. You took your place on the bed and watched Niall get undressed and made grabby hands toward him, making him chuckle. Niall climbed on the bed and he took you in his arms like he had done on the couch. His strong arms around you and your legs intertwined. You closed your eyes and sighed loudly. You felt so safe in Niall's arms, there was nowhere you liked to be most. Niall pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you giggled when his beard scratched your skin.

"I love you," he whispered directly against your ear, "I love you so so much. You make me happy," he kept whispering, his hand drawing circles on your back, "I don't think you know how happy you make me."

"I am so lucky to have you. You're so sweet and intelligent and pretty fit too" Niall added, "I've wanted you the first time I saw you, you're the one. I will always love you."

You loved when Niall was doing this, just whispering sweet things, sometimes he was singing until you fell asleep or if you were particularly stressed he would just remind you all the reasons why you didn't have to be. Always finding the right words to encourage you. Niall kept murmuring in your ear, his beard lightly scratching your cheek and you shivered. 

"You like that, don't you? My beard against your skin, against your neck and your chest when I kiss my way down," Niall whispered and it sent another shiver down your spine.

This had rapidly taken a turn you were not expecting at all but you nodded. 

"You like it against your stomach and on your thighs, between your thighs when I press kisses all over them." 

You swallowed thickly and rubbed your thighs together, a move Niall didn't miss. 

"You like this? You like it when I tell you everything I would do to you? I bet you're getting wet right now," he said and a small moan escaped your throat. You were definitely getting wet and feeling less and less sleepy. You wanted to turn your head and kiss Niall or push him on his back and have your way with him, riding him until your thighs burned but you also wanted him to keep whispering so you stayed still.

"If I slipped my fingers inside your underwear I'm sure I could easily push them inside of you, could I?" Niall asked and you nodded again. 

Niall had barely said anything but your breath was getting shallower and your clit was aching between your legs and you tried to rub them together again but Niall was faster than you and stop your leg by putting his hand on your thigh.  

"Maybe I should do just that. I don't know if you deserve it. You did say that you loved pizza more than me," he laughed.

"Please Niall," you begged because it was getting too much. You needed him now. You needed him to touch you.

"Please what?"

"Touch me," you replied, opening your legs wide, "I need it. Please." 

You tried to turn around in his arms, trying to rub yourself against his thigh but again Niall kept you still with his hand. 

"Not yet love, but I can keep telling you how much I want you," said Niall, rolling his hips against you, making you feel how hard he was already. "I want to taste you, I love the way you taste and all the sounds you make when you sit on my face." Niall let his fingers trailed up your thighs and you moaned again. 

"Or maybe I could pin your wrists above your head and fuck you until your begging me to let you come. So many possibilities, what do you think baby?"

"Please," you whined, "I need it, please."

Niall sighed and kissed your cheek. 

"You said you were tired babe. You had a long day, we should sleep and we can do that in the morning," Niall said.

You let out a frustrated sigh and pouted. 

"Don't pout baby, I know you enjoy this as much as me," Niall replied and you tried to glare at him but he only smirked in response. Niall was right, you did enjoy when he was working you up like that, edging you until you couldn't take it anymore, your orgasms were always more powerful. 

"Oh and don't try to slip your hand down your panties once I fall asleep because I will know if you do and then I'll have to punish you. Do you understand me?"

You nodded and closed your eyes waiting for Niall to close his eyes and fall asleep. It only took a few minutes and as soon as his breathing evened out you slipped you hand down your panties, already feeling the skin of your ass tingling with the promise of a good spanking.

[snow-pitch-grimm]

Boys In Love

Summary: Simon wears a pink eyeliner while Baz paints his nails glittery black. Simon likes to make flower arrangements while Baz paints demons.

Still, it doesn't mean they can't match in every way that matters

Note: This is supposed to be for the Pastel prompt but I very loosely followed. This is just an excuse to write two boys in love.

SIMON

I look in the mirror and adjust my curls, then I inspect my nails. They're pink and the polish is still impeccable.

Perfect.

There's a knock behind me and turn to see my mother standing at my door.

"Almost ready, love?" she asks

"Yeah," I say

"Feeling a little bold today," she says

I smile and look back in the mirror to inspect my face full of make-up, complete with light blue eyeliner and baby pink lipstick.

"Felt like that kind of day," I say

"Well," she says, "You look quite nice. I'm sure a certain someone will appreciate it,"

"He's very biased," I tell her but her words still make me feel giddy from happiness.

She gives me a knowing look.

"Well, Happy Valentines Day, love," she says, "Now let's hurry before you're late for school,"

"Okay Mum," I say, taking one last look in the mirror.

I do look lovely

BAZ

I watch myself in the mirror as I put on my choker. It's made of black leather and has a glittery butterfly in the middle.

It's also new.

I head downstairs to where I can hear my family getting their breakfast.

"Bazzy," Cry out the twins at once

"Octavia. Victoria. Good morning," I say, giving them both a kiss on the forehead

"Morning Mother," I say as I give a kiss to baby Collin

He only babbles in response

Daphne smiles and hands me pancakes with a heart made on top.

"Happy Valentines Day," says

"Thank you," I say, "Where are Father and Mordelia?"

"Mordelia's Valentines Day surprise," she tells me

"Ah," I say. That made sense

I'm on my second pancake when My father and Mordelia come in, arms full flowers, cards, and chocolate.

"Happy Valentines Day," She cries with all the energy of a six-year-old can muster.

We all get a chocolate heart each, one rose, and one card. Daphne gets a bouquet of nine roses from my Father. Some old traditions I never asked about.

My father finally notices the shocker and raises an eyebrow.

"Is that new?" he asks

I nod.

"Did I pay for it?"

"Two of them actually, I bought Niall one too," I say, "Don't worry I didn't go over my monthly limit,"

Father had a monthly limit set out for me. Something about learning money management.

"Well, it looks nice," he says

I smile, remembering the first time I had tried on the getup I was wearing right now. His eyes had pretty much fallen out of his head.

"Are you looking pretty for Simon?" asks Mordelia, "Show me,"

I get up to do a spin for her, showing off my black jeans, combat boots, and my dress-like shirt with fishnet sleeves.

"I'm looking pretty for me," I tell her, "And if Simon appreciates it, it's just an added bonus,"

She just hums in response and goes back to her pancakes.

"Are you doing anything with Simon tonight?" Daphne asks

"We're going to a festival after school," I tell her, "I'll be home a few hours before dinner,"

"Lovely," she says, "You should go before you're late,"

I nod, drinking up the last of my tea.

Grabbing my keys, I head out of the door.

SIMON

Penny is waiting for me at the steps of the school, her purple hair twisted in a messy bun.

"Well, looks like Agatha's lessons really worked. Your make-up looks amazing,"

"Oh thanks," I say, "I got up early to do it,"

"Putting in the extra effort on Valentine's Day, " she teases

"I also did my make-up on my birthday, Penny, and for Christmas," I say

"Fair point," she says, "Oh look, Baz is here,"

I turn around and sure enough. Baz just pulled up in the parking lot.

I watch him as he gets out of his car, right along with Dev and Niall.

He looks as beautiful as ever. Even from here I can tell his mascara is making his eyes pop. He has purple lipstick on and I can see his muscle through his sleeves.

God, I love his arms.

He looks up and his eyes lock with mine. I nearly melt when he smiles at me.

God, he's beautiful.

"You are so gone on him," says Penny, "Go, I'm gonna go find Shep,"

I nod and make my way down the stairs.

BAZ

My breath catches in my throat as I spot Simon.

He's the epitome of beauty as he walks toward me.

Behind me, I can hear Dev and Bial snickering about me being lovesick.

But I don't care.

My boyfriend is wonderfully lovely.

"Hi, Baz," he says, with a blinding smile, "Happy Valentine's Day,"

"Happy valentine's day, Darling," I say, pulling him in, "You look beautiful,"

He blushes and is about to respond when someone clears their throat behind us.

Right. Dev and Niall. Forgot about them.

"What do you two want?" I snarl at them

"It's impolite to snog in front of your best friends," says Niall with an impish grin

I'm about to retort but Simon lets out a chuckle, slipping his hand into mine.

"Sorry guys," he says, "You guys have a ride for after school, right? We're going to go to the festival right after your football practice,"

Dev and Nial instantly smile, and I swear I can see hearts in their eyes. Yeah, Simon has that effect on people.

"Yeah," says Niall, "My mum's picking us up,"

"Good," he says as we turn to leave, "Oh and Dev, I like your nails,"

Dev smiles and says thanks.

I pout, "My nails are painted the same way,"

He smiles, "I was just being nice Baz. I always like your nails best. Cause they're yours,"

My heart melts.

I have a lovely boyfriend.

SIMON

We don't have morning classes together but I do get to see him at lunch.

It's Valentine's Day so we planned on having lunch together, just the two of us.

I make my way to the music room and find him in there, sitting on the carpet and, for once, not practicing his violin. Instead, he's drawing.

"Hey," I say, "What's that?"

He smiles and turns the sketchbook. It's a drawing of wolf demon feeding on a deer in the moonlight.

It's both beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

"Wonderfully done," I tell him

And I mean it. I might not understand the subject matter, just like he doesn't understand my obsession with flowers (I work at Ebb's shop. I love it) but he has a wonderful talent.

"Come sit," he says, patting the space beside him

I sit down and we take out our lunch. Halfway through, he laces our hands together (he's left-handed).

I look down and observe them. Mine are pale with nails done in pink. He has brown skin, with a skull ring and his nails a sparkling black.

They look lovely together.

BAZ

After school is our football breakfast.

I have to take off my make-up for that. I don't usually wear a lot. Just a bit of mascara. Sometimes some lip gloss and eyeliner but I still have to take if off if I want to avoid it running down my face.

Simon is watching me as I run around the field.

I'm not ashamed to admit, I show off a little whenever he's watching.

Dev and Niall always tease me about it.

As if they're any better. Niall once walked into a wall after his crush smiled at him.

After practice, and after I've showered, I find Simon in front of the locker room waiting for me.

He smiles at me and holds out his hand.

"Ready?"

I smile back and take it. I always want to smile around him.

We walk back to my car and when I get there, he pulls out the make-up bag I keep in my car.

"Can I?" he asks

I nod.

He takes out some mascara and lipgloss and applies it to me gently (Gentle. He's always so gentle with me)

He also pulls out some eyeliner, his this time. It's purple.

"Do you mind?" he asks again

"If you think it'll look good..." It might as well be permission

"It will," he says.

I look in the mirror when I'm done. He was right, I do look good.

SIMON

After I' done his make-up, Baz pulls the car out of the lot and we're on the road.

Its a pretty day, and there's minimal traffic. I keep the windows down and watch the air make Baz's hair fly around while I hold his hand.

BAZ

Simon holds my hand as I drive.

I know he would hold my hand all the time if I asked me to.

The knowledge makes me feel warm.

SIMON

We start with the rides.

We whoop on the fast ones and snog on the Ferris wheel.

Later, Baz buys me cotton candy.

BAZ

I hate cotton candy but Simon loves. I don't get it. It's just sugar.

We get some more snacks and afterwards, Simon tugs me to the games.

I try to tell him they're rigged but he insists.

"I'm gonna win you something!"

And what do you know, he does end up winning me something.

A plush cat as big as my pillow.

"Thank you, Simon," I tell him

I end up buying him a heart-shaped cushion later.

SIMON

Baz gives me a long kiss when he drops me off to my house.

My mum is waiting for me and she smiles when she sees me.

"Nice look she says," I look in the mirror and sure enough, my lips tik is smeared.

"Well," I say, blushing a little, "I had fun. He got met this,"

She looks at the heart and grins.

"He's a lovely boyfriend,"

"He really is," I tell her

BAZ

I step inside and am instantly greeted by my sisters, all asking me questions about my date.

Where do a six-year-old and two four-year-olds even get these questions? I honestly don't know.

Daphne finally comes along and saves me from them.

"Hello, Baz," she says with a mischievous smile, "Your hair is looking great,"

I look in the mirror at our entrance and I see that it's sticking in a few different directions.

Ah, yes. Simon likes to tug at it.

"What can I say?" I tell her with a cheeky smile, "I had a wonderful time,"

"So it seems," she says, "I'm glad,"

"Thank you, Mother,"

SIMON

We're lying in the sitting room after dinner. Mum is speaking to my Grandmother on the phone and I'm looking at new flower arrangements to try.

I find one particular one that makes me smile.

I screenshot it and sent it to Baz.

Something to have at our wedding!

If nothing else it'll amuse him.

BAZ

"How come you didn't go out tonight?" Ias k my parents once my siblings have been put to bed.

They look at each other and Daphne smile, "When you're been together for as we have sometimes, it's nice to just stay. It makes the adventures a lot more fun if they're rare. Anyway, big fancy Valentine's Day dinners aren't my thing. I have all the love I need right here, in this house,"

It's a nice sentiment and I wonder if Simon and I will be that kind of married couple one day. Happy to spend the night sipping wine in each other's company.

My phone rings and I pick it up to see who it is.

Simon has sent me a picture. It's a bouquet with bright pink flowers and black lilies.

The caption makes me grin wide.

"What's got you smiling like that?" asks my father

"Oh, nothing. Simon just sent me the centrepieces we're going to have at our wedding,"

Daphne looks up alarmed while my father chokes on his drink.

"Don't worry," I tell them, after letting them stew a little, "It's not happening for another ten years,"

I have never seen my father look so relieved.

SIMON/BAZ

I love him so much.

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Zianourry Harry Centric Harry is on Vacation at least one of them is with Him and days prior before his boys and him are on vacation he was raped By simon because he wouldn’t do what he was told so he hasn’t told the boys yet and when they try and be sexual during the vacation he freaks out and then they comfort him

                                           I Turn To You 

A/N: So I’d like to start off by saying that I love Simon Cowell but for the purposes of this prompt/fic, the loves not there. Also I forgot about Simon Jones completely (don’t know why) so this is Simon Cowell.

Word Count: 4180

Warning(s): Non-graphic non-con; abuse; panic attacks; the protective boyfriends

Harry ripped open the door to the flat that he shared with the boys. As soon as he was inside, he slid down to the floor and let out a heart-wrenching sob. He couldn’t believe that this had happened. Couldn’t believe that… he, of all people, would do this to him… Simon.

Just thinking of his name made Harry want to throw up. He wanted to scream. He wanted to punch the wall. He wanted to do so many things to forget about what had just occurred in the last hour.  Simon had… he had r… Harry sobbed again.

The Cheshire lad spent a few minutes on the floor before looking at the clock. The others would be home soon. He needed to clean himself up before they got home. He pushed himself off the floor with great difficulty. Now that his adrenaline rush was over, every injury that he had seemed to be amplified a million times over. Just the simple act of standing hurt him. Limping towards the bathroom, he shut the door as soon as he got in.

Tears started to fill Harry’s eyes again as soon as he saw his reflection in the mirror. His clothes were torn and you could see bruises forming on his arms. Harry slowly and gingerly peeled off his clothes and gagged at the bruises and dried blood that littered his thighs. Not able to hold it in any longer, Harry barely made it to the toilet before he was puking his guts out.

Harry leaned his forehead against the rim of the toilet as his entire body shook. He could still feel him all over and it was making Harry sick but there was nothing left to throw up. He needed a shower. Now.

Harry stumbled into the shower and turned the hot water up all the way. He cried out as the water slapped and stung his skin. It felt like his skin was being burned off but it felt strangely good as well. Once he became more accustomed to the scalding hot water, he began to scrub furiously all over. He scrubbed until his skin was raw and red and it still didn’t make him feel better. Harry could still feel Simon all over him. Hurting and violating him in so many ways. 

After about an hour in the shower, Harry reluctantly turned the water off and made his way to the mirror. He wiped the steam off the mirror and looked at himself. He looked horrible. His eyes were red from crying, there were bruises all over his stomach, arms and thighs and his skin was rubbed raw and red.

Harry bit his lip to keep more tears from falling. He had to pull himself together before his boys got home. They couldn’t see him like this. They couldn’t know. If they did, they would hate him. This was Simon. A man that had helped them in their career and stood by their side through everything. Harry couldn’t just ruin all of that by telling someone what the older man had done. He couldn’t do that to Simon’s career either. The boys would hate him and so would everyone else.

It had been Harry’s fault anyway. He had been being difficult. He had asked for it. It was his fault. Simon was right. He had deserved what had happened. And if he didn’t cooperate now, it would only get worse. 

Harry took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. He needed to get dressed and start acting like nothing happened. So Harry did. He donned a pair of sweatpants and one of Zayn’s sweaters and sat downstairs watching TV, waiting for his boyfriends to get home. 

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Two Days Later

“Have you guys noticed that Harry has been really distant lately?” Niall asked his other boyfriends as they sat around the breakfast table. Harry was still asleep and because he had been having trouble sleeping lately, they decided to let him.

“Yeah, he has been distant lately.” Louis agreed as he ate his cereal. “I tried getting him to cuddle last night and he kept shying away like he was afraid.”

Liam looked back toward the bedroom in concern. “Now that I think about it, he’s been shying away from all of our touches lately.”

Zayn sighed. “Every time I’ve asked him about it, he just says that he’s fine and there’s nothing to worry about.”

Niall nodded. Harry had told him the same thing. It was beginning to worry all of them. “Maybe this holiday in Mullingar will be good for him.”

Liam looked at Niall and nodded. “Maybe he’ll open up to you. I hope he does.”

Niall leaned over and kissed Liam’s cheek, giving him a reassuring smile. “You guys enjoy your holiday with your families and I’ll look after Harry. I’ll take care of him.”

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The Next Day

Stepping off the plane in Dublin, Harry felt himself sigh in relief. There was now that much more distance between him and… he felt nauseous even thinking about his name.  Harry had to stop for a moment for the feeling to pass. The Cheshire lad flinched when he felt a hand settle on his shoulder only to realized it was Niall. 

“You OK, baby?” Niall asked gently as they began walking through the airport. 

Harry gave him a small smile. “I’m fine, Nialler. Just… a little sick from the flight is all I think.”

Niall crossed his arms over his chest and gave his boyfriend a look, not quite believing his boyfriend. After a minute he let it go and for that Harry was thankful. The two boys made their way through the airport and outside where Niall’s older brother was waiting for them.

“Greg!” Niall yelled excitedly. The Irish man ran up to his brother and gave him a huge hug. 

Greg laughed, hugging his brother back and ruffling his hair. “Hey there, Ni! I missed you too!”

Harry smiled at the two brothers’ reunion. You couldn’t help but. Niall and Greg had always been close. When they were done, Greg turned to Harry and pulled him in for a hug as well. 

“It’s so nice to see you again, Har!” The older man said.

Harry just barely managed not to flinch when the older man wrapped an arm around him. “It’s great to see you also, Greg.” Harry smiled at him.

“You guys ready to go? Mum and Chris are just dying to see you two and so is dad! It’s too bad the other lads couldn’t come this time.”

“I can’t wait to see mum and dad,” Niall said excitedly as he grabbed his luggage. “Let’s cut to the chase, what did mum make for dinner?” He grabbed Harry’s hand as they walked along.

Greg and Harry just laughed at Niall and, for a minute, Harry forgot everything horrible that happened. They chatted about the new album and work as they headed to Greg’s car. Settling in, they headed back to Mullingar.

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It was midafternoon when Greg pulled up in front of his and Niall’s mom’s house. They had all barely gotten out of the car when the front door was swung open.

“Niall!” Maura shouted as she ran up to her son! She pulled him into a big hug, smothering him with kisses. “I missed you so much, baby boy!”

“Ah, mum!” Niall yelled. “Can’t breathe…”

Greg and Harry laughed at Nial’s struggle.

“Oh, I just missed you so much.” Maura pulled back and looked at her youngest son with love and pride. “I love when you come home.”

“I missed you too, mum.” Niall smiled as he pulled his mother into another hug.

“Oh and Harry dear!” Maura walked over to Harry and pulled him into a hug. “It’s so good to see you again. We were so happy to hear that you would be joining us this week.”

Harry hugged back the woman who was like another mother to him. He loved all of his boyfriends’ moms but he secretly liked Maura the most. She was the first one to accept all of them and their relationship after all.

“It’s so great to see you again too, Maura. Thank you for having me here.” Harry smiled down at her.

“Oh dear, you know you’re welcome here anytime,” Maura said as she squeezed Harry’s shoulder. “Now let’s get you boys settled in.”

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It was after dinner and Harry and Niall were in the kitchen cleaning the dishes while everyone else settled in the living room to talk. They goofed around with each other starting a bubble fight with the soapy water.

Niall smiled over at his boyfriend. It was so good to hear Harry laughing openly and acting like himself again. Maybe he and the other lads had been worried for nothing. It wasn’t until Niall tried being intimate with Harry that Niall quickly found out that wasn’t true.

Harry was finishing up drying some dishes and Niall walked up behind him. The Irish lad wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist. “So, what do you want to do tonight?” Niall asked kissing Harry’s shoulder. “Because I have a few suggestions.”

Harry tried desperately not to tense up but, once Niall started kissing his neck, images of Simon started running through his mind.

“Do you want to head up to bed and cuddle?”

Harry gripped the counter tightly and started shaking. “Um… Niall…” he whispered.

Niall heard the shaking in his voice and stepped back, looking at the younger boy in concern. “Harry… what… what is it? Are you ok, baby?”

Harry took a deep breath, calming himself before he turned to look at his boyfriend. There was a forced smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’m fine, Nialler. Just…tired.” Harry turned around and dried off his hands.

Niall felt his frustration and concern growing at the curly-haired lad’s avoidance of talking. “Harry.” He said sternly. “Please tell me what has been going on with you lately? We all know something has been up.”

Harry shook his head and put the rest of the dishes away. “Nothing’s wrong. I swear. I’m fine.”

“Harold Edward Styles, that is bullshit and you know it.” Niall hissed at him.

Harry flinched at the angry tone in Niall’s voice and the older boy felt bad but he quickly squashed the feeling in favor of finding out what was wrong with his Harry. He reached out for Harry but the Cheshire lad flinched back. Niall couldn’t help the look of hurt that took over.

“Do you think that I… that any of us would ever hurt you?” Niall asked in horror.

“Of course I know you wouldn’t hurt me,” Harry replied incredulously. “Why would you ask me that?”

“Because you’ve been acting skittish around us lately.” Niall snapped. He lowered his voice realizing he was getting loud.  “You won’t cuddle us at all, you flinch every time one of us tries to get intimate with you… I just don’t understand. Are you… are you regretting us? Being with us, I mean?”

Harry turned around quick, shaking his head furiously. “No. I swear I’m not. I love you guys.”

Niall threw up his hands. “Then what is it?”

“Niall can we please just drop it? I don’t want your family to hear us.”

Niall shook his head at his boyfriend. He looked like he wanted to say something but he thought better of it. Sighing, he walked out of the kitchen.

Harry threw the towel he was holding across the room and slid to the ground with his head in his hands.

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Harry couldn’t sleep that night. He felt so bad about how he had brushed Niall off. He laid on his side of the bed, staring out the window at the clear night sky. Niall hadn’t said a word to him after their argument in the kitchen and Harry only blamed himself. This was his entire fault, to begin with. If he had just agreed to what Simon had said, then Simon wouldn’t have had to punish him and he wouldn’t now be upsetting his boyfriends. Right?

Harry felt sick thinking those things. How often had he spoken out against rape and sexual assault and how often had he encouraged his fans to tell someone if they had been hurt. Shouldn’t he take his own advice? It didn’t seem that simple, however. Telling someone could ruin a lot of lives. But, looking at Niall’s sleeping form, Harry yearned to tell him and the rest of the lads what had happened. Harry almost found himself reaching out to his blonde boyfriend before he shook his head. No. He couldn’t. Simon had threatened him to not to. Turning back around to face the wall, Harry fell into a restless sleep.

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“Mark told me that you are refusing to do what he told you. Harry the point is that you need to and you will propose to Larissa.”

“NO!” Harry glared at Simon. “The lads and I are tired of pretending to have all these girlfriends. We’re tired of having to pretend that we love someone else when we love each other. And now you want me to do what? Propose to some girl that I haven’t even met?”

Simon glared back at the boy and walked up to him. “Are you saying that your tired of everything I’ve done for you?”

“No. That’s not what I’m saying at all. The lads and I are so grateful for everything that you’ve done for us, Simon. But we’d still like to not hide who we are forever.”

“As long as you are a part of my label, you will do what I say. Now get on board. You are meeting Larissa after the holiday.”

“No,” Harry shouted again. He stood up and got ready to leave. “I will not be a part of this anymore. Find someone else to use for your damn cover up stories.”

As Harry reached the door a hand yanked him back. Harry cried out as he was thrown to the floor. “I’ll make you regret talking to me like that,” Simon growled as he undid his belt. “I think it’s time that someone taught you some respect.”

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“Harry? Baby come on! Wake up.” Niall frantically shook his boyfriend as he thrashed about in bed.

It was obvious that the younger boy was having a nightmare and a pretty horrendous one at that. Harry kept yelling out things like ‘No, don’t’ and ‘please stop’ and it was all worrying Niall. He just barely dodged receiving a broken nose as one of Harry’s hands thrashed about. Niall gave him another shake.

“Harry! Wake up, baby. It’s a nightmare. I promise that it’s just a nightmare and you’re safe.”

Harry suddenly sat up in bed, eyes wide and breathing ragged. He looked around frantically not really sure where he was or if he was safe. In his mind, he was still with Simon and he was still… Harry crawled over to the side of the bed and threw up.

Niall crawled after him as soon as he heard his boyfriend throwing up. He rubbed gentle circles on the curly-haired boy’s back. He winced when Harry started dry heaving. “Shhh… Haz. Breathe.” Niall cursed inwardly when he realized that Harry was having a panic attack.

Niall scooted as close as he could and pulled Harry close so the younger boy’s back rested against his chest. Niall then wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist and his arms around his chest.

“Alright, Haz. Just copy my breathing. It’s ok. You’re going to be alright. I’m right here and I am not going anywhere. You’re safe with me. You will always be safe with me.”

“N-Niall…” Harry’s voice rasped out.

“Yes, Haz. I’m here baby. Shhh… just focus on breathing right now.”

Harry felt a sob bubble up past his throat and he turned himself so he could bury his face into Niall’s chest. He didn’t care how many questions this raised or about how close Niall was to discovering what had happened. He just wanted his boyfriend to hold and comfort him now.

“I-I’m so so-rry.” Harry choked out as he clung to Niall.

Niall just tightened his protective hold on Harry. “Shh… just focus on breathing right now. Breathe with me. That’s it. In and out. Nice and slow. You’re doing so good, baby.”

Harry sagged against his boyfriend as he calmed down. Occasionally he would sniffle and, when he did, Niall would tighten his hold on him and stroke his hair.

“Niall? Harry?” The two looked up to see Maura standing in the doorway with a concerned look on her face. “Is it everything OK in here? Chris and I heard yelling.”

Harry winced when he heard that. He had woken everybody up with his nightmare and he felt so guilty. He looked up when he felt a hand under his chin. He looked into Niall’s bright blue eyes.

“Hey now. None of that Haz. You have nothing to feel sorry for or guilty about. Mum is here because she’s worried about you.” Niall turned to face his mom again. “Harry had a nightmare and it scared him so much that he got sick.”

“Oh, dear.” Maura stepped forward into the room and placed a hand on Harry’s forehead. “How do you feel now, Harry?”

Harry turned tired eyes to the tired woman. “I still feel a little sick but I think I’ll be alright… I think I could use a shower though after I clean up in here. I’m so sorry about your carpet.” Harry looked down.

“Nonsense my love,” Maura said as she leaned over to hug Harry. “Like Niall said, you have nothing to be sorry for. And don’t worry about the carpet. Niall and I will clean it up. You just go clean yourself up.” She kissed the boy’s forehead before shooing him out of the room.

Harry stood on shaky legs and grabbed some new clothes out of his suitcase before walking over to the bathroom.

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When Harry stepped back into the room after his shower, Maura was gone and so was his mess. Harry sighed as he put his dirty clothes in the hamper so he could do laundry in the morning. He was aware of Niall’s eyes following him around the room as he sat on the edge of the bed with his back to him.

“So…” Harry began as he dragged a hand through his wet curls. “I’m guessing that I’m not getting out of talking about this…”

Niall sighed as he sat himself down next to Harry. “Baby… I don’t want to force you to do anything but… I can tell from your nightmare that something really bad happened and I think it would help you to talk about it.”

Harry felt his nose and eyes start to sting with oncoming tears. “I want to tell you. I do,” he whispered. “But I’m so afraid.”

Niall wrapped a protective arm around Harry’s shoulders. “What are you afraid of, baby?”

“I’m afraid that… that you’ll hate me. All of you. And I’m afraid of him…”

Niall was shocked and confused. He didn’t know where to begin with this information. Harry honestly thought that anything could make him and the other lads hate him? And who was this guy that Harry was afraid of? What had that twat done to his baby?

“Hey,” Niall said as he gently guided Harry’s face to look at him. “There is nothing in this world that could ever, ever make me, Louis, Liam or Zayn hate you. Nothing. We love you so much. And whoever this twat is that is scaring you, if you tell me who it is, then the lads and I will take care of him.” Niall got a fierce look in his eye. “No one hurts our baby and gets away with it. No one. Please tell me, love.”

Harry scrunched up his nose, trying to keep the tears at bay but they fell down his cheeks anyway. A soft sob escaped his mouth as he grabbed his phone and handed it to Niall.

Niall looked at the phone confused for a minute before seeing that it was opened to a text conversation. Picking it up, the Irish man steeled his nerves for what he would find.

From Uncle SimonListen, you little shit, you had better not tell anyone about this or I’ll make things worse for you boys.

From Uncle SimonI’ve been thinking about that day. Have you? I just loved how easy it was to control you. Loved how you cried for them to save you but they didn’t come. Are they as protective of you as you are of them? I’d love to find out.

From Uncle SimonIf you don’t want a repeat of our session or for anything to happen to the boys, you will go through with what we talked about. Got it?

Niall wanted to throw up with everything that he read. Was this Simon? Simon Cowell? The same Simon that had been there for the start of their career and everything that went with it? And was he actually threatening Harry? Niall looked up at Harry in horror.

“Haz… what… what is this?” He swallowed thickly. “Did… did Simon…hurt you?”

Harry had tears streaming down his face as he nodded. He gently lifted the hem of his shirt, taking it off. Underneath were the still healing bruises from just days prior.

Niall gasped in shock at that. There were so many. They were all over and they were ugly and worst of all, they were marring Harry’s beautiful skin.

“What… what the bloody hell…what did he do to you, Haz?”

Harry looked at Niall with sad and scared eyes. “He… he raped me.” Harry covered his face with his hands and began to sob again.

Niall was automatically by his side again, wrapping his arms tightly around Harry. He brought Harry to sit on his lap and he started carding a hand through the boy’s curls.

“I’m so so-rry.” Harry sobbed. “I ruined…everything…”

Niall shook his head. “You ruined nothing, Haz. Absolutely nothing. And you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“But…it’s Si-Simon. He’ll ruin our career because I was selfish…”

And that caused anger to rage through Niall’s veins. What other lies had that monster filled Harry’s head with?

“Harry, the other lads and I have told you this before and we will continue to tell you until you believe it. You are so much more important than any job or career. And this is absolutely unforgivable on that monster’s part. The other lads and I will not let him get away with this.” Niall kissed Harry’s forehead. “Please trust us, baby. We’ll figure this out. Together.”

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To say that Louis, Liam, and Zayn were enraged about what had happened to Harry was an understatement. Once they saw Harry’s injuries and the texts, they were ready to storm Simon’s office and beat him to a bloody pulp.

It was quickly decided that Harry needed to stay away from London for longer than they originally planned so Niall and Harry stayed in Mullingar while Liam, Louis, and Zayn handled everything back home. When Paul heard about what had happened, he immediately had Simon arrested. These were his boys and it was his job to protect them from anyone and anything.

The paps had gone crazy with Simon’s arrest and everyone was wondering what was going on. Liam announced via Twitter that they were some personal things had come up and that until things settled down, the band was going on hiatus.

As soon as they were able to, Liam, Louis, and Zayn made their way to Ireland to be with Niall and Harry. The second the older boys were near Harry, they were drawing him into a hug and holding him tight. They spent the next week calming Harry down from his panic attacks and comforting him during his nightmares. It took them a while but they were able to manage to convince Harry that they were by his side no matter what.

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A/N: So this turned out a little more Narry than originally intended but I hope you guys still like it! As always, feel free to send in the prompts! XxxOoo

[teenwolimagines]

Your Baby - Teen Wolf Preferences

Stiles

‘Aw look at at the little duck.’ Stiles babbled, making shadow puppets on the wall.

Your one year old daughter Isabelle loved her daddy’s shadow puppet show, so she giggled and clapped excitedly before standing on wobbly legs.

‘Come to me Izzyyyy!’ Stiles growled, moving his hand.

Baby Iz was just figuring out how her legs work, and you and Stiles were working on her walking.

She looked at the distance with a frown, but a quick “Wa Wa! Come here!’ from Daddy made her giggle and take the first step.

‘(Y/N), get the camera.’ Stiles said urgently.

You quickly pulled out your phone and hit record, this would be the furthest she had walked so far.

‘Go on Izzy you can get there.’ you encouraged when she started to stumble.

She balanced herself and clumsily closed the distance, leaning against the wall.

‘Aw you did it!’ you praised.

‘Mr. Duck is so proud and happy to see you, he could eat you up. Couldn’t you Mr. Duck?’ Stiles asked.

‘Yes she is so sweet looking like candy.’ he voiced, making a “chomp” noise,making the shadow bite at Izzy.

Unfortunately, Isabelle hadn’t been expecting it was so frightened by the sudden attack she let go of the wall and down she went.

‘Oh my God!’ Stiles panicked as he quickly picked her up.

‘Stiles!’ you gasped, rushing over to them.

‘I didn’t know our daughter was so easily frightened, thank God we moved. She’d have a heart attack in her nursery in Beacon Hills.’

Scott

You were in the kitchen making the table for breakfast, waiting for your husband to come down with your son Alex.

Scott came down looking very tired, but empty handed.

‘Where is Alex?’ you asked.

‘Playing with his toys, refusing to listen to me.’ Scott grumbled before kissing your cheek.

You sighed, Alex was in his terrible twos and since Scott was so forgiving in his nature Alex gave him more hell than you.

‘I keep telling you to be more stern.’ you said as you made him a plate.

‘I am stern.’ he tried.

‘Not stern enough, I’m gonna get him and tell him to apologize and you will let him know you will not be disobeyed. Understand?’ you demanded more than suggested.

‘Yes ma’am, I love it when you get bossy.’ he grinned.

‘Oh hush.’ you laughed as you went upstairs to get Alex.

Your son was in his room playing with the Lego Star Wars set Stiles had given him for his birthday.

‘Why aren’t you downstairs eating breakfast?’ you asked.

‘I’m playing.’ he said.

‘I didn’t ask what you were doing, I asked why you disobeyed Daddy and didn’t come down for breakfast.’

Alex looked down in guilt.

‘Your Daddy loves you and wants the best for you Alex and sometimes that’s not what you want. Now I don’t mind making you do what you have to, but Daddy likes seeing you smile too much.’ you explained as you picked him up.

‘You really upset him when you don’t listen, Alex. Go and apologize.’ you instructed as you sat him down once you were down the stairs.

Alex ran down the hall to the kitchen.

Just as he entered the kitchen a loud roar echoed through the house.

Alex came running right back to you with tears in his eyes. but he seemed too scared to cry yet.

‘Oh my God.’ you gasped as your son clung to your leg.

‘Scott!’ you yelled.

‘Too stern, that was way too stern.’ Scott replied before he rapidly apologized to his terrified toddler.

Jackson

It was Saturday and your family decided to eat out tonight.

Jackson being who he was had picked the nicest place in town, unfortunately your daughter Adena didn’t care about that at all.

The lighting was too dark or the live music was too noisy, whatever it was she was not happy and the whole restaurant knew it.

She was screaming her head off, yelling, not a tear in her eye, just yelling.

‘Give her something, people are starting to stare.’ Jackson whispered.

‘They’ve been staring, now they’re glaring. I’ve given her every toy in the diaper bag, she’s just being fussy.’ you replied.

‘What about paper? She loves paper.’ he suggested.

‘I don’t have any.’ you groaned.

‘I’m so sorry, I understand that you’re trying, but the other customers are starting to complain.’ the waitress said apologetically.

‘OK let’s try this.’ Jackson said as he pulled out a few bills and you thought he was going to try to bribe the poor girl.

Surprisingly enough he handed the money to Adena.

Even more surprising was that your daughter immediately stopped yelling and took the money.

‘I can not put into words how concerning that is a father.’ Jackson sighed.

‘We’ll deal with that later, for now lets just enjoy the peace and quiet.’ you smiled.

‘While it last.’ Jackson added.

Aiden 

So your daughter looked nothing like Aiden or you for that matter, but put her next to your dad and you couldn’t tell them apart.

The fact that she also happened to be on the chunky side, like you and your dad both were just sealed Katie’s fate.

Still she was the most beautiful girl in the world to you and Aiden, and most importantly, to herself.

You had never seen so much confidence in a four year old.

Tonight was Family night and your parents were over for dinner and like always Katie and your dad were going to give a show before you all would relax in the living room.

‘So Katie, what song are you gonna sing tonight?’ you asked as you took up the empty plates.

‘It’s a surprise, but it’s gonna be our best show yet.’ she said excitedly as she hopped out of her chair.

‘The best.’ your dad agreed as he too stood up.

He took Katie’s little hand and went upstairs.

‘Where are you going?’ Aiden asked.

‘We gotta put on our outfits.’ Dad answered.

‘Outfits?’ your mom asked.

After you had the dishes in the dish washer your daughter called from outside the kitchen.

‘Everyone close your eyes and don’t open til I start singing.’

You rushed to your seat next to Aiden and closed your eyes.

‘We’re ready.’ you called.

You heard shuffling before an unforgettable tune started.

‘I-I-I...don’t want a lot for Christmas.’

You opened your eyes and lost your mind at your Dad and Daughter in matching candy cane sweaters and your dad in a horrid blond wig.

‘Oh my God!’ you cooed.

‘There is just one I need.’ Dad came in.

As the two sang and danced your husband whispered in your ear.

‘You made a beautiful star (Y/N).’

‘I had a little help.’ you smiled taking his hand in yours.

Liam

You were a dog person, obviously, you married a werewolf after all.

You had your dog Simon for five years and he was your good boy, problem is your son Nial didn’t like sharing attention.

But he was also very impressionable, he seemed to have the thought process that if Simon could do it he could do it cuter.

Last week Liam had to explain that humans don’t pee outside like dogs do.

You had just managed to get your son out of the tub after a quick reprimand and put on his pull up when Liam walked in.

‘How was he today?’ he asked before he kissed you.

‘Less than behaved, he threw a fit in the store, wouldn’t put his toys away and refused to get out the bath.’ you said tiredly.

‘Little man front and center.’ Liam said.

Nial looked down as he walked to stand in front of his father.

‘What have I told you young man?’ 

‘Listen to Mommy.’ the boy mumbled 

‘That’s right, now go to bed.’

Your son walked over to the corner were sweet innocent Simon had been laying.

Nial swatted at Simon until the dog got up.

He smugly laid in the dog’s bed.

‘Nial!’ you started to scold, but Liam stopped you.

‘It’s cute.’

You wanted to argue, but when you saw how Simon simply laid next to Nial, curling around the child.

‘This time, this time it’s cute.’ you conceded.

Isaac

When you told Isaac you were pregnant you had both been fresh out of community college, living in a horrid apartment.

You had thought he would say it wasn’t the time, or that he wasn’t ready.

Isaac just held you promised everything would fine.

He more than doubled his efforts to find a better paying job, he spent half a check on baby books for you. When he did find a better job he started putting the money away.

By your third trimester, with the help of a friend from college who was in real estates, you and Isaac had found a nice little house with two well sized rooms and bathrooms.

And once your little girl Emily was born you knew for sure that Isaac had kept his promise.

You recall that promise every time you see the way he looks at your daughter, like she was his world and he tear the universe apart for her.

'(Y/N)? What are you looking at?’ Isaac asked as he played with Emily in his lap.

‘Nothing, its just... you are an amazing father to your kids.’ you smiled.

Isaac made a confused face for a second.

‘Kids? We only have the one kid.’ he said.

‘Kids, Isaac.’ you smiled, placing his on your stomach.

‘Are you...?’ he asked with wide eyes.

‘I am.’ you said with a watery eyed smile.

He smiled brightly before he kissed you, when he pulled back he looked down at Emily excitedly.

‘You’re gonna be a big sister Em!’ he cooed.

The one year old giggled happily as she threw herself into his arms.

Peter

You almost doubted your daughter had a single one of your genes.

She was one hundred percent Peter Hale.

In her looks, her mannerisms, and especially her attitude.

She was a very opinionated child, much to yours and Peter’s dismay sometimes.

It was his turn to get her dressed today, and she was giving him hell like always and it was hilarious.

‘You have to put on a shirt.’ Peter argued.

‘Why?’ Amanda asked.

‘Because I said so.’

‘Why do you say so?’ she challenged.

‘Because I’m the parent and if I say you need it then you do.’

Amanda stomped her little foot and knocked a pillow off her bed.

‘No throwing fits, big girls don’t do that.’ you scolded.

‘Big girls can make choices and I choose not to wear a shirt.’ she pouted.

‘Well this isn’t a democracy, pick up the pillow and let me put you shirt on.’ Peter ordered, frustrated with his child’s stubbornness.

Amanda picked up the pillow and threw it at him before turning to stomp off.

Your eyes widen in shock, that was the most disrespectful thing she had ever done.

Before you could begin to yell at her to get back here, Peter had thrown the pillow at her, making her fall.

‘Peter! you yelled as you ran to pick up your now crying child.

‘Normally I’d baby you Amanda, but you were wrong this time. Now go put on your shirt and go to bed, we’ll talk about punishment tomorrow.’ you said as you carried her back to her room.

You took the shirt from Peter and put it on her.

‘In the bed.’ you said before cutting off the light as you and Peter left the room.

‘I shouldn’t have gotten angry.’ he groaned.

‘You shouldn’t have, I know she is frustrating but that’s no excuse.’ you replied.

‘Did she have to come out just like me, she couldn’t have half your personality?’ he asked.

Jordan

You knew every parent felt this way, but you thought your daughter Venus was the sweetest child on earth.

She was the spitting image of Jordan and had all his sugary sweetness too.

‘Look Mommy, I put on my own pull up!’ Venus said proudly, causing you to turn away from the closet.

‘You sure did.’ you smiled.

‘Is Cupid taking a bath next?’ she asked pointing at the golden retriever.

‘Not today, but tomorrow Daddy is giving him a bath.’

‘He can use my towel!’ she cheered. 

She ran over to the dog and covered it with her ducky towel.

‘Its my favorite one so don’t chew the duck part, OK.’ she said while petting the dog.

‘He won’t, I promise.’ Jordan said as he came in, still in uniform.

‘Daddy!’ Venus shouted as she ran to him.

He picked her up and kissed her cheek.’

‘Were you good today?’

‘Always.’ she said with her chest puffed out.

‘Good, and were you good today (Y/N)?’ he asked you.

‘Never.’ you grinned before kissing your husband.

‘Just the way I like you.’ he whispered so Venus wouldn’t hear.

Theo

When you told Theo you were pregnant he almost immediately moved you out of Beacon Hills and to a little country farm house.

Apparently where he once stayed with the dread doctors.

Out of the way, but close enough to town that making trips won’t be super inconvenient.

Your daughter Anna seemed take to farm life as soon as she was born.

She played with toy garden tools, and loved all the animals.

Anna was also adorably clumsy, her top half seemed too heavy for her to carry sometimes. Teaching her to walk had been a miracle.

‘Come, it’s your day to feed the chickens.’ Theo said, holding up the bucket of food up.

‘Yay, chickens!’ she cheered running to you.

You picked her up and you all headed to the chicken coop.

You sat her down and Theo held her hand as they went up the steps.

The chickens crowded her, but she wasn’t a bit scared.

‘Feed them.’ Theo encouraged.

Confidently she took the smaller bowl from the bucket of bird feed and filled it and threw some of it to the chickens, unfortunately she leaned forward a bit an lost her balance.

‘Oh goodness!’ you panicked as you helper up.

‘I’m OK.’ she assured.

‘How about I pick you up and you throw the food down.’ Theo offered.

‘I can’t pet the chickens from that high.’ she pouted.

‘Will you fall again?’ you asked.

‘...yeah.’ Anna confessed.

‘I’ll keep an eye on her.’ Theo sighed.

‘I’ll get the first aid kit.’ you added.

Derek

So giving birth sucked so much worse than you thought it would, but you had no regrets.

You loved your son Nick.

So did Derek.

You looked at all the toys in his nursery and you just knew you were gonna have to keep Derek from overly spoiling him.

Your son was only three months, but he seemed to agree that less was more. He preferred to play with your set of keys as opposed to the hoard of light up toys Derek bought.

Though he did sleep with the stuffed wolf toy Derek gave him his first night home.

Derek had wanted to get a new photo of Nick for his phone background, because he was that Dad.

He had the baby on the couch, propped up.

‘Look this way Nick.’ Derek smiled.

‘Derek, he’s sleepy.’ you said.

‘But I need a new photo.’ he pouted, accidentally taking a photo.

The loud clicking noise startled the child so much he just toppled over.

‘Aaawww! Nick!’ you swooned.

‘I wish I had that on camera.’ Derek said as you picked up the baby.

‘Maybe I could try it ag-’

‘Don’t you dare.’

Original post by: @mysticalbanshee

[justimagaine]

Niall Horan

Fingers tapping on the table, legs shaking and stress in your body. You were waiting for Niall to pick up the call, but he didn’t. He hadn’t picked up for 3 days now. Not typical for him to do that, especially since he was the one saying he would call you the next day. He was doing few shows around the wold and you understood he couldn’t talk to you all the time, but if he has time to post photos on instgram then he should have time to call from the same phone he’s posting those photos. For you these kind of thoughts and feelings aren’t normal.  You never get mad if Niall doesn’t return a call but posts something online. He has a busy life and a lot of times, he posts for work. But this time was different,.

Niall had posted a photo of him and some girl. Nothing out of the ordinary,, considering the fact that he has a lot of friends you still don’t know and he works with a lot of people. The thing that made you angry was seeing a photo that the girl posted and this one wasn’t as PG as his. In the photo she posted, Niall was wrapped in her arms. She was almost sitting in his lap and very close to kissing. It even looked like the photo was taken seconds before they kissed. That was the photo that made your blood boil and him not picking up made it even worse. You kept seeing them kissing in your mind.

“Unbelievable” you said putting the phone down. Being where you were there wasn’t much you could do. You could have called his assistant , but that would definitely be stepping over boundaries. This was something between you and Niall and you weren’t going to pull his assistant in it.

Just as you were about to get in bed and try to get some sleep, your phone rang, just by the sound of it you knew it was Niall, looking at the photo of him you started to think that maybe you should ignore is call, but couldn’t do it.

“Hey, sorry, I was so busy” he said and Niall did sound a bit out of breath, but your mind was playing a horrible joke making you imagine the worst possible things.

“For three whole days you were busy. From sun up till sun down? But you sure as hell weren’t busy kissing other girl” you exploded into the phone immediately regretting, becasue that wasn’t you. That wasn’t a way to deal with a problem.

“What are you talking about?” Niall was confused, by his voice you could tell he had no idea what you were saying. But it still doesn’t changed those three days and that photo.

“I called you, for three days Niall and then I see a photo of you and some girl” you said sitting down on your bed.

“Yeah, i posted it, but we weren’t kissing, never have and never will“ he didn’t know about the other photo, so you told him about it

“Not that photo. She posted a different photo, where it looked like you were about to kiss” actually saying it out loud, made you realize and feel how hurt you were.

“You stalked her?” Niall was getting angry. This wasn’t a side of you that he knew or liked.

“No, that photo is all over the internet. It showed up in my feed and your fans sent it to me” that was true. No matter what happens you never go digging into other people lives, even if your relationship might me n the line.

“You believed all those stories. I can’t believe you. We’re supposed to trust each other” he had raised his voice and you could tell Niall was now standing up and throwing his hands in the air in disbelief.

“What d you expect me to think? One moment we talk and text the next moment you vanish for three days. You didn’t replay to my calls or texts. I got nothing. I know you’re busy, but one text would have put me at ease” you felt yourself giving up, a feeling you didn’t think you would ever feel in your relationship with Niall.

“I know, I should have answered, I’m sorry, but you have to believe me nothing happened between me and that girl” you listened to him talk, but your mind was filled with other thoughts and you couldn’t help but feel like you should let him go.

“I don’t I can do this” you said cutting his sentence in half. There was a silence on the other side, before he could protest or yell you talked “I know you’re busy and I’m very proud of everything you’ve reached, but I think I can’t do this. I love you, but I also think you should focus on your carrier.”

“Y/N, no..” he tried to cut in, but you had made up your mind.

“You should think about your music and the album and not occupy your mind with fights like these. I think we should break up, I want you to fulfill your dreams and I just don’t think I can sit here worrying and driving my self crazy. Good luck Niall” Niall started to say something but you hanged up before you could hear his words that might changed your mind. This was good for you and for him, even if it hurt, this was the right things to do.

The next morning you did feel sad, sad to let go of Niall, but you reminded yourself that this was the right thing to do, and pushed away the question Are You Sure? that came to your mind as a memory of him and all your best moments together came. While you thought about what you should do with all those photos and gifts Niall had given, you were almost late for work. You grabbed your keys and ran out the door, turning around to lock your door you saw someone sitting on the ground, when he turned his head, your heart dropped

“Niall?” he jumped up and ran to you, but he didn’t touch you, he wanted but didn’t. “What are you doing here? You were just in Italy” everything about what was happening confused you so much you started to think that maybe you had dreamed him being away and dreamed the break up.

“When you hanged up I got on the first flight I could find and flied here.” still shocked you kept quit, “Y/N I love you. I don’t want us to be over. The album isn’t as important to me as you are. the album takes the last place in my worries. Y/N me and that girl didn’t kiss, I didn’t cheat. She’s no one to me. I love you too much to risk our relationship like that. I can’t live without you” his words sounded so true and from his heart. You couldn’t help but tear up. Niall seeing your tears, placed one palm on your cheek catching your tears. “I love you” you were moving without control. You pulled Nial by his shirt so your lips could meet. Niall placed his hand on your side and stepped closer making you press your back to the wall. You missed him, you loved him.

Your relationship might be a long distance relationship for a while but not for long. When ever he’s back home, you two go no where without the other person. The love that you two share is rare and shouldn’t be thrown away this easily.

[marmelade-sky]

A family of dreamt and dreamers, pt. 1

hey guys. So, @agnosticmantis and I recently had a chat about the Lynch bros being little and the Lynch family in general back when Niall was alive, and I just needed to write this in fic form. Please forgive any typos, I had to dig out my old laptop because I’m at home and forgot the charger for my new one. 

Enjoy!

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I still take prompts!

“Good morning, my beautiful sunflower.” 

Aurora smiles, eyes still closed, rolling over in the direction of her husband’s voice. Niall wraps his arms around her and she cuddles into his chest with a little sigh. They enjoy this quiet warmth and privacy of their bed, being together for once after Niall has been gone for the past two months. He kisses the top of her head, and then her cheek, her lips, her neck. They stir, lazily and slowly, warm and perfect. Aurora sighs softly when Niall rolls on top of her, and her legs part readily for him under the covers. 

“I missed you so much.”, she whispers, and then moans softly when one of his hands closes around one of her breasts. 

“And I missed you.”, Niall replies and then tugs the neckline of her night shirt down with his teeth. He kisses the soft skin there, lower and lower, letting her soft warmth and her sweet scent engulf him. Her hands thread into his hair, which is shoulder length now, and he opens his mouth to wrap his lips around her nipple-

suddenly, her fingers dig into his shoulders, and she breathes out a hectic “Sh!”. Niall stills immediately, and then, he, too, can hear it:

the pitter-patter of tiny feet on the wooden floor outside the bedroom, coming closer. 

He groans softly while Aurora chuckles, and has just enough time to pull her night shirt back up before the door creaks open.

Niall doesn’t roll off Aurora. The boys are used to seeing mommy and daddy being affectionate and cuddling. There’s nothing wrong about that, it’s just natural. 

Two small heads peek through the barely open door, one with a mop of blond curls and the other one with a wild nest of black curls on top. They both hesitate, Matthew’s hand in Ronan’s, looking up at his big brother, waiting for him to lead the way into mommy’s and daddy’s bed. 

Nial presses his face into Aurora’s chest, smiling and acting like he’s still asleep. Aurora does the same, but Niall can feel her chest shake a little with barely suppressed laughter. 

For a moment, they’re all very quiet, and then Aurora, facing towards the door, slowly opens her eyes, a wide smile on her face. That’s all the boys need as permission to come in. With a happy squeal, Matthew lets go off Ronan’s hand and toddles toward the bed, reaching out for his mother. Ronan follows right behind him, a big and wicked grin on his face, and jumps onto the bed, throwing himself at Niall. Niall oof-s when Ronan lands on top of him, yelling “Good morning, Dad!” , but catches him. Aurora lifts Matthew into bed with them where he immediately wiggles between mommy and daddy, clutching the front of Aurora’s shirt and burying his face into her hair, and so they make a big pile of love, laughter and cuddles.

Matthew still has his paci in, and he looks like a little baby angel when he blinks up at his mother with his big blue eyes. Aurora smiles and kisses his head as he sleepily snuggles closer to her. He’s only in his nappies, so Aurora wraps him in her blanket and pulls him close. On the other side of the bed, Ronan, wearing one of Niall’s old shirts which he always sleeps in, sits on Niall’s stomach and drums an unsteady rythm on his father’s chest. “Dad, you have to come look at the thing I dreamt last week, it’s this big pumpkin and it kind of glows and-” 

Aurora watches with a soft, adoring smile as Niall listens to Ronan tell him about all the things he dreamt while Niall was away. It hurts her heart a little that Niall hasn’t been there to see Ronan bring those things back and hold him afterwards, when Ronan can’t move for a while. 

But he’s here now and that’s all that matters. 

Matthew is dozing again now, his little fist pressed to her chest for reassurance. Ronan probably woke him early in his excitement about daddy being back. 

“-and then it exploded!”, Ronan blabbers excitedly, making an exploding motion with his hands. 

“Wow, lad, that sounds magnificent.”, Niall comments. His eyes are soft and his smile is broad as he offers his hand in a high five for Ronan. Ronan’s whole face lights up and he slaps his small hand into his father’s big one. 

When they both smile like this, Ronan looks like a smaller copy of Niall. Aurora reaches out and brushes Ronan’s hair out of his eyes. The boys are allowed to grow their hair out as much as they want. It has always seemed counterintuitive to both Niall and Aurora to force little children into sitting still for half an hour just so they can get an elaborate side part which will be gone an hour later anyway. Sometimes, people at church wrinkle their noses at the boy’s hair and their demeanor, but neither Niall nor Aurora care. 

From the now open doorway, a third pair of small feet patters over the floor. Then, Declan stands in the doorway, his short hair (he insists on having it cut every month) sticking out from his head, his Transformers PJs rumpled from sleep. He’s clutching a book to his chest and stares accusingly at Ronan. “Why didn’t you wake me up, too?” There is hurt in his voice which makes Aurora immediately extend her hand towards him. “Aw, baby, come here! I’m sure Ronan just forgot.””, she cooes, and Declan, clearly relieved that his mother welcomes him just as much as his brothers, does. He climbs onto the bed, much more careful than Ronan had. “I didn’t.”, Ronan grumbles and Aurora throws him a look which makes his ears go read. 

“There is my big boy.”, Niall smiles at Declan, but it doesn’t have the same wild affection his voice gets when he talks to Ronan. Ronan immdiately throws himself across Niall to get the attention back to him. 

“Do you want me to read to you?”, Aurora asks. Declan has curled up under he covers at the end of the bed, his cold little feet touching her legs. 

“No, it’s fine.”, he replies and watches Ronan and Niall play fight next to him. Ronan is laughing manically, trying to pull away Niall’s covers while Niall pretends they’re in a fight for their lives. 

“Do you want to come cuddle, then?”, Aurora offers and opens her other arm for Declan. Declan hesitates, looking over to Niall and Ronan one last time before nodding. He climbs up on the bed until his head rests next to Matthew’s body. Aurora has to shift and move on the bed to acommodate him, and it’s a little uncomfortable now, but that’s okay because Declan is included now as well. She runs her fingers through his hair and he scrunches up his nose. “Mom...” Declan doesn’t like being touched a lot. Aurora pulls he hand back and just smiles at him. “Sorry.” 

On the other side of the bed, Ronan falls out and lands on the floor with a thud. Aurora startles, quickly sitting up in the bed to see if he is okay, but after a second of silence, Ronan starts laughing, loud and joyful, and Niall laughs, too. “On nooooo, Ronan fell into the crocodile swamp! What shall we do! We have to rescue him, Declan!” Declan pipes up at the attention from his father, and soon, the two of them are pulling Ronan back on the bed together. Aurora, now sitting up, leaning against the headboard, little Matthew, who is drooling down the front of her shirt cradled in her arms , watches with an affectionate smile. 

Yes, she really missed her husband. Hopefully, he’ll stay for longer this time.

[digigal-transbian]

The Void’s Return: Tome 1 Prologue

Our world has more to it than we can see. Perhaps there is some ultimate driving force, or, on the other hand, everything happens and has happened by chance. Who knows? But here, in this world laid out before you, everything has a purpose. Everything is with cause. All with Resolution, and with resolution, meaning. Here, we shall take a journey into the workings of this world. 

We begin as Naso finishes his most recent project, and with a sigh of relief, he places his pen back down on his desk. He knows that this will all be worth it. As he stands up for the first time in ages, he looks over at the piles of pens and paper that have been created due to his inability to make final decisions.

“Sweet holy cheese of the Swiss, I’ve been at this for a while.”, He says, checking his calendar, “A really long time.”

He organizes the nine small books on his desk and cracks a grin. The books are all cleaned off and placed into his bag. He quickly brushes the eraser shavings into the trash and, with the snap of a finger, the piles of pens and paper vanish.

“Writing’s done, room’s clean, time for the read over.” Naso says, picking up his bag. “I wonder if they’re awake, it is mid-day so they should be but… Yeah, that’s never a guarantee. All I can do is hope.”

As he leaves the room, he steps out into a large, ornate hallway that seems to stretch on for eternity with room numbers and beautiful paintings placed at even intervals, giving the whole place a feel of divine order. Naso checks to make sure his door is locked and heads towards the elevator, running into an old pal on the way.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to leave his room.” The friend states with a smirk. “How many projects were you even working on in the first place? With how long you were in there you could have probably finished at least three.”

“Try nine smaller projects.” Naso replies, giving his old colleague a slap on the back, “How’s life been treating you, Samoth? Word on the street says that you’ve been a busy guy.”

“And how did you hear that? Most times I’ve walked past your room it’s always locked with the light on.” Samoth replies with curiosity filling his voice. “But by the great war-ax of the Niale, you heard right. Life’s been busier than ever with the whole deal down in Genesis’ realm. I doubt you would know something about that?”

Naso glances around, checking to see if there is a way out of this, or if there is some way to quickly change the subject. He cannot find any. He presses the down button on the elevator and returns to the conversation with Samoth.

“Well, you see, the thing is” Naso cautiously replies, “I may or may not have had a hand in that. Being the creator of this whole shabang and whatnot. But I just set everything in motion for what you’re talking about, I’m not the central cause. I wouldn’t go that far, and you know that to be fact.”

“You always did have a weird way with wordings.” Samoth says, rolling his eyes, “What with the wi-”

“I’m gonna have to stop you right there, on the grounds of an absurd amount of w’s” Naso quickly interrupts, “You doin’ anything right about now?”

“I was going to go down to the food court and grab a quick bite to eat, but other than that, not really. Why?” Samoth asks.

“I’ve just got to make a quick drop-off real quick to The Reader, but after that, mind if I tag along with you?” Naso responds, “I’ve got nothing really going on today, so I figured I could ask you if I could join ya in somethin’. Bumping into you just sped the process up a little bit.”

“Getting their approval?” Samoth asks.

“Mostly just seeing how they respond to it.” Naso replies, “What with a different format than usual and all that”

Samoth responds, “Well, can’t blame you for trying something new. Did you do the cover art or just leave it simple?”

“Simple, have you seen how awful my art skills are? A blind, drunk toddler could make a more visually appealing work of art than anything I could put together.” Naso replies with mild discontentment in his voice. “And to top the whole thing off, a toddler could draw a much better person than I ever could.”

The elevator doors open and the two go inside. Naso pushes the button for the third floor and they begin their descent.

“Only problem I have with this place is how long it takes to get down to The Reader.” Samoth states, “Why is this place so damn massive?”

“Well if you have a better solution for a hotel designed to hold an infinite amount of beings I’m open to suggestions.” Naso states with cockiness filling his voice, “Unleth you want to take the teleporterth that are under maintenanthe, Thamoth.”

Samoth looks at Naso with irritation in his eyes, while Naso stares him down with a snarky grin. The two sit in a brief silence before one of them decides to say something.

“That’s what I thought.” Naso says, his grin not wavering, “And the wait isn’t even that long in the elevator. Look, we’re practically there.”

The floor indicator shows floor 117 and is decreasing steadily. Samoth has an impressed scoff and notices a strange glow from underneath Naso’s shirt, as if small LEDs have been placed there.

“What’s with the glowy shirt there, pal? Glued some lights and a battery to it?” Samoth asks.

Naso looks down and sees that the underneath of his shirt is slightly glowing. His face is filled with a subtle washing over of fear. The lights get brighter.

“Oh you know, just figured it would ‘light up’ my day” Naso replies with a nervous chuckle. “Figured the pun’d be worth it. It was.”

The lights on Naso fade out slowly as the elevator dings for the arrival on the third floor. Naso breathes a sigh of relief and steps off. Samoth follows Naso out towards room 325.

“You can hang back by the teleporters here since these ones actually work. I’m just gonna be a minute. Gotta make a quick drop-off.” Naso tells his impatient friend.

“Fine by me, pal. Just don’t take too long.” Samoth responds, slightly annoyed by having to wait. “I don’t wanna get caught up in any long lines today.”

Naso waves off to Samoth and heads towards the room. He stops for a second to look at a painting of Swiss cheese that has a halo above it. He reads the inscription underneath it.

“Everything with purpose. Everything with cause. All with Resolution, and with resolution, meaning.”

He smiles as he continues on towards room 325. As he approaches the door, he reaches into his bag to make sure everything is in there.

“Oh, good. Everything’s right where I put it.” Naso says with a sigh of relief. “Be a shame to have left it in my room after this little adventure.”

Naso knocks on the door, and on the other side, the rustling of papers can be heard.

“I think I woke ‘em up.” Naso states with a chuckle.

The door opens and a vague figure is standing in the archway. They seem to be exhausted, they look as if they had just jumped out of bed.

“Wake ya?” Naso asks with a grin.

“Surprise me, mostly.” says The Reader, “I thought you weren’t going to be coming by for another few weeks.”

“Ha, and I thought you’d still be asleep. Anything interesting happen in Reader-land while I was out?” Naso asks with his brow raised. He reaches into his bag and pulls out nine small books. “Because I have something you may or may not be interested in.”

The Reader raises an eyebrow, “Oh really? What’s the name of this mystery project of yours?”

“I think ‘The Void’s Return’ is a good title for it, myself. Can’t forget the infamous council of inter-dimensional hellions.” Naso replies with a faint smile.

“The Writer bringing The Reader something to do, how fitting. We’ll see how well the title fits by the end, shall we?” The Reader says with a bright grin.

Naso grabs the ninth book and puts it back in his bag. “I’m gonna hold on to this one for now, I’m going somewhere with Samoth and I feel like I’m gonna need it at one point. Don’t worry about me ‘withholding information’, it’s just a little epilogue and besides, I’ll give it to ya when I get back from my little trip.”

“As long as I get it at a reasonable time and it’s not awful. That’s all I ask.” The Reader responds with a mild grin. “I just hope that it isn’t the real ending. You have had a history of doing things of that nature. Remember the whole thing with-”

“Like I said, don’t worry. I didn’t pull one of those moments, not here. The epilogue is just a continuation of a side plot. I’m not gonna pull a fast one on you this time, I have no hidden intentions here. Just relax and take a read. With you and your collective mind, I feel at least part of you will enjoy it.” Naso says in a dismissive way, trying to avoid being reminded of his past writing choices.

Naso waves goodbye to The Reader and leaves, closing the door behind him carefully. The Reader looks at the stack of books and grabs the first one. “Let’s see what this idiot left me this time. Hopefully it’s better than a few of his past works.”

They open the book and a note from Naso falls out. The Reader picks it up in confusion.

“I’d appreciate some feedback and constructive criticism, seeing as this is my first foray into this medium. I figured it would be an interesting thing to try out.”

-Your Pal, The Writer

The Reader simply places the note back on their desk and looks back at the book titled “The Void’s Return: Per Order of the King”. They seem intrigued by the nature of the note. Usually, Naso doesn’t seem interested in future improvements. Something must be different this time.

“Now I’m interested. Let’s see what this guy has left me this time. I want to see where this goes.”

[spideywars]

prompt- narry!models they know each other by name but never met, bc they have different friends until they merge in a gala, after their both best friends nag about each other and how they'll make a great couple.

This was so cute and I loved every second of writing this. Enjoy!

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He just got off his fourth Gucci photoshoot in Rome, settling himself in his fancy hotel room and watching as some people from his management rushed around him, collecting clothes and makeup to put away for tomorrows next shooting day.

“You haven’t talked about the Met Gala yet, it’s a big day for you.” His hair stylist Lou pointed out as she grabbed the last of her hairspray and brushes to pack in her travel bag. She was giving him a questioning look, interested in what he would answer with.

“I’ve been on and off photoshoots for the past month, I don’t have time to think or talk about that.” Harry sighed out, moving his hands over his face to rub at his eyes. They stung, begging for sleep that has been deprived for a few days now.

“Well before you pass out on me why don’t we talk about what you want to wear? Tina wants to know so she can start gathering a team, its your call.” Lou sat on the bed, travel bag in her hands all closed up and ready for her to take back to her own room. People were filing out by now, saying soft goodbyes to them with their arms full of clothes, beauty products, and papers. Harry was glad Lou was staying though, he’d rather chat with her alone.

“I want gold and flowers, bell-bottom pants of course, maybe a see-through black or white dress shirt underneath.” Harry went straight to business, staring off towards the ceiling above him as his imagination wandered to what he’d wear. He’s worn every colour and shade that’s ever existed, but gold was one of those that he’s rarely gotten to wear. What better place to wear it than the iconic Met Gala?

“Ohh, going right in for the kill aren’t you love?” Lou was typing away on her phone, probably sending texts to Tina as he spoke.

“It’s my first Met Gala, I want people to remember me as soon as I step onto the carpet.” He wagged his finger up towards the ceiling, almost like he was making an oath to the world and himself that he wasn’t going to slack on this. He’s been to many award shows ever since his fame sky-rocketed, but those weren’t anywhere near close to as important as the Met Gala where it was swarmed with music, fashion, and movie icons.

“Alright well Tina is already making orders and assembling everyone together, get some sleep now salt.” She got up and walked towards him to give him a short pat on the chest, her bag tucked under her armpit as she exited the hotel room.

The silence was almost too much when she closed the door behind her, it was nice to hear nothing but the sound of his own breath. This was the part that he remembered he was human, no hectic lifestyle, just himself with a beating heart.

-

Coffee was an essential in the morning, and with only a weak till the Met Gala as well as photoshoots that still went on, he had a completely packed schedule. He went to constant fittings, going in and out of changing rooms and leaving with a good cup of caffeine to keep him awake for the next flight or next drive.

He was in a car right now, getting a drive to his shoot for Tommy Hilfiger in New York. Lou was sat beside him, reading some magazine and silently flipping through it. Harry didn’t pay attention though, just kept his eyes on the window and watched the yellow taxi’s drive past and pedestrians rush around to their destinations on foot.

“Look at this cover, what a face.” Lou mumbled, she grabbed another magazine from the pile beside her that she usually brought to occupy herself while Harry did his shoots that sometimes lasted a full day. She turned it towards Harry, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

It was Niall Horan who was printed on the cover of the magazine, looking handsome and bold standing on a beach with a see-through white dress shirt on, that being it except for the briefs he wore. His brown hair was all wet, it dripping and falling into a fringe across his forehead.

He was stunning, actually, but Harry knows photoshop and the stupid enhancements that the magazine companies make. He’s never met Niall in person, only knows him by name when he sees him on billboards and shop windows, he could be ugly or completely mediocre looking for all he knew.

“Do you think he’s handsome?” She asked with a cheeky look, biting at her bottom lip and wiggling her brows. He wanted to roll his eyes but kept that expression in, instead moving to focus his eyes back on staring out the window. Lou slowly dropped the magazine onto her lap, now flipping to Niall’s exclusive photoshoot at the back.

“Of course he’s handsome, don’t really know him though so I can’t really be sexually attracted to him…can I?” Harry heard Lou snort and he whipped his head towards her, seeing that she was trying to hold in her giggle.

“What?” He asked, poking her in the side playfully and making her squeal and slap him harshly. She hated being tickled.

“You sure as hell can! I’ve seen this man in person many times, I’ve even done his hair when you went on winter break for one of his shoots for Vogue! Harry he’s a gay man that would be perfect for you.” She always was trying to hook him up with other men. It wasn’t in an annoying way, she never pushed Harry to date if he didn’t want to, she just loved playing matchmaker.

“I’ve got shit to do, don’t have time for a relationship.” Harry groaned, retracting his hands and letting her relax and settle down after a long giggle fit.

“Excuses, excuses. Niall is going to be at the Met Gala too, and you will meet him Mister Styles!” She sounded determined, pointing a stiff finger into his bicep to make him squirm.

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The next time Harry was reminded about Niall, it was the day of the Met Gala, him standing in his hotel room staring at the door and watching as people raced around him, frantically trying to get him looking the best he’s ever looked.

He had on exactly what he asked, a white suit with gold flowers all over it, snaking around the sleeves of his jacket sleeves and legs of his pants like vines, blooming along his chest and back, all along his bell-bottoms. He had on a white see-through shirt underneath the suit, it had a ruffled collar that was different from what he asked for, but he was happy with the result in the end when his pink and lush skin was seen through the shirt, making him look even better. Everything was coming together perfectly, but then Lou is walking in with her hair supplies, smiling so big he couldn’t help but get suspicious.

“What?” He asked immediately, watching her with careful eyes as she unpacked her stuff and grabbed for the hair gel, making him sit down on the bed to get his hair in a messy quiff.

“Guess who I just had a chat with?” She sang, happily fluffing his curls up.

“Who?” He asked, wincing when she tugged a little too hard.

“Niall’s stylist Laura, she had come along and told me that Niall was going to be on the red carpet around the same time that you were going to be. She said that you two would be cute walking into the Gala together.” Harry was already shaking his head, rolling his eyes and letting out a huff. He was hoping Lou would’ve let it all slide by and forget about this Niall guy and him getting together, but she was a determined woman and when she wanted something she usually got it.

“We aren’t even matching, we wouldn’t look good together walking in with two completely different outfits. You know the Met Gala more than anyone Lou, couples match.” Harry was making every excuse in the book and Lou was catching on to his desperation to let everything go, and she stared down at him after she stepped back from her work.

“I love you and want you to be in a cute and happy relationship, can you at least try and talk to him? For me?” She gave him a small smile, looking all cute and pouty and rocking herself back and forth onto her feet.

Harry couldn’t help but cave in, because he knew if he didn’t agree now, Lou would be back to trying to get him with someone else soon enough. She’s tried to get Harry with many, many guys before Niall, but this Niall guy has really gotten her whipped. She hasn’t been this determined to get Harry to be with a certain man before.

“Alright fine, I’ll have a chat with him but don’t expect me to come back all love drunk.” Lou was squealing right after he said ‘alright’ and her skinny frame came colliding with his as she gave him a large hug. Tina was yelling at her seconds later though, a ‘don’t ruin the couture!’ Screaming across the room.

-

He had never been more mad with Lou in his life, and that was a fact as soon as he laid eyes on Niall Horan as soon as he came onto the red carpet. Because Niall was matching with him, with a white suit that had gold lining along the cuff and ends and all along the collar. He had on a white turtleneck shirt underneath and a gold bowtie wrapped around the neckline. He looked absolutely fucking stunning, better than the magazines actually.

That’s why Lou didn’t talk back to him when he had said that they weren’t going to match, because they actually were, and his whole body went into overdrive as he walked right towards Niall as he smiled for the cameras.

Niall looked right at him when he was a few feet away, and Harry’s heart felt like it had grew lifeless in his body when they met eyes, both staring each other down from head to toe. It looks like Niall had some realization across his face as well, with the way his brows shot up into his forehead and his mouth almost hit the red carpet.

“Harry Styles? Right?” Niall asked, making the first move as he stepped a bit closer. They were almost toe to toe, their shoulders brushing as they tried to play it cool for the cameras, acting as if they were just taking some photos together.

“Yep, and Niall Horan?” Harry answered and asked through his charming smile.

“Did Laura and Lou do this?” Niall asked, now moving a hand to grab at Harry’s suit sleeve to pull them along to another set of cameras. Apparently they were going along with the ride now, letting the stylists win by being a couple.

This was probably breaking the internet right now, Harry’s notifications were going to be blowing up his phone more than usual. But he hasn’t decided if he minded yet.

“Yep, never saw it coming…but yeah.” Harry mumbled, now staring at the doors that lead into the building where the Gala was taking place. They were close to going inside now, and he wasn’t sure if they should part ways and do their own solo shots for the cameras yet.

“Well, I would love to have you in my company today Harry Styles, I’ll be saving a seat for you inside.” Niall had said that quietly into his ear, skillfully turning his head only the slightest bit so the cameras didn’t catch their secret conversation. Harry couldn’t even answer before the small brunet was pushing himself away and walking off to smile for the cameras somewhere else.

[zendaycoolman]

plshoran‌:

What if I hyphenate it? Niall Horan-Jonas, or Niall Jonas-Horan? People still do the whole hyphenating thing with their names, right? It would be really cool to do a feature with them though, that’s for sure. Can you imagine if One Direction and the Jonas Brothers got together for a song? It would be pretty cool. A lot of voices, but I’m sure we could make it work. I’m a pretty outspoken person online, I call people on their shit here and there. Never anything so excessive, but if it gets to me I call it. It doesn’t help when I’m always jumping around stage either, but the fans love it. Y’know, Zendaya that sounds like a brilliant plan. Maybe I could just hire someone to bring me food, give an uber driver a big tip to bring it to my bed, a new kinda lazy right there but I’d be comfortable. When we get back together I’ll make sure you have tickets to one of our shows, I got you. You sound just like a proper fur baby mum, I’m proud of ya. Maybe treats will get him to give you some attention? Bribery with food always works. 

I mean, you could but wouldn’t it be anti-climatic? Also can you imagine how your wife life is going to be? Say it’s Billie, because she is super hot right now, it would be  Billie Eilish-Horan-Jonas. Thats a lot. And yes, that’s what I’m talking about, a feat between  One Direction and the Jonas Brothers. I think that’s strong enough to cure cancer kids. Oh I have to follow you on twitter then, so I don’t feel so alone. I call people shit too, so far it has been good, but we all know that at some point it can backlash right into our faces. Well, Nial I am a brilliant person, just ask around. Not kidding tho, that’s a genius plan and I’ll try to train Noon to open the door when food is here and bring it to me. I thought the same, if food bribery works with me, it has to work with him. Guess what? Nope. Didn’t. My next shot will have him spending time with more affectionate dogs, so maybe he can learn a trick or two.

[henryobsessed]

The Widow and The Witcher Chapter 11

Summery: Geralt goes to fight the Bruxa and Julia is bonding with Ciri

Word Count: 2500

Warning: Fight Scene, Supernatural event

A/N This is my first fight scene so if this is your thing would love some pointers :) 

Chapter 11

It had taken a full morning to gather his items from the merchants, and the Villager had met Geralt in the marketplace at noon. After eating a quick meal, they set off. It was a quiet Journey, the Villager whose name was Nial only spoke when necessary which suited Geralt's mood. That night they bedded down at a tavern in the next town. Geralt didn't sleep well, instead, his mind kept running through his plan of attack. The Bruxa had uncanny speed and invisibility so he would need the element of surprise, to catch it in the act of enticing someone. He would only have one chance, once it knew he was there he would have to act fast. Hopefully, striking it with his silver sword and if not then last resort allowing it to bite him which was not an option he wished to pursue.

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The day Geralt had left, Julia thankfully had no clients. During the morning Ciri and Julia had distracted themselves in the kitchen with Nessie learning how to bake Nessie's famous chocolate chip cookies. That afternoon Ciri stood in front of a Tobias and 10 other men, she held her sword and instructed them in the art of defensive sword techniques. "Remember to block your opponent, then think strategically don't just act out of anger." Dividing them into pairs they then began to practice her sword movements. Geralt had left instructions for Ciri to teach Tobias and any servants from the estate who wished to learn so there would be more than one prepared to fight.

While they practised Renee and Julia walked in the gardens picking flowers to brighten the bedrooms and the dining hall. As Julia was admiring the vivid colours of the roses, Renee settled her basket next to hers "Julia, I have to tell you something." Julia turned regarding Renee, her young friend seemed to be bursting at the seams with a joy that seemed to radiate from her being. Renee placed her hands on her belly and just smiled at Julia nodding. Pulling Renee into a hug she squeezed her friend, who she now considered as a daughter. Smiling she said "oh Renee, that is so exciting. How long have you known?" blushing Renee said, "I think this is a honeymoon baby"

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The following two days Geralt and Nial travelled at a steady pace arriving at his Village late on the third day. The weary travellers were greeted by Nial's wife Anna along with their youngest daughter. Anna led them into the small cottage. They were not poor, but it was a modest home with a single area that served as a living and eating area, as well as the kitchen. Off to the right of this room were two doors leading to the bedrooms one for the parents and one for the children. They shared a simple meal together of steamed vegetables. Together they sat on cushions on the floor around a small low table which held the steaming bowls of food and their cups of water.

Even though they had a terrible loss, there was a palpable love that was shared between them. It was made evident by a look, a gentle touch, and words of praise as Nial said "Anna, this is a beautiful meal. I have missed your cooking while we have been apart." Once the meal was finished Nial's daughter curled up in her father's lap a peace falling over the child's face as the adults talked. Nial making sure his daughter safely tucked in his arms was sleeping directed a more pointed conversation to Geralt "How are you going to catch and kill this monster. What will be your needs to accomplish this?"

Geralt looked to both Nial and Anna expecting to see anger, revenge on their faces but instead saw only sadness. Anna had moved to lean into Nial at this point and the family unit made Geralt's arms ache for Julia and Ciri. Lowering his head he looked at his hands, unsure of how to answer Nial's question. Looking back up to the grieving family he spoke "I will need to be diligent to keep watch to see if any more young men are enticed away from the village. Once I see that I will be able to follow and dispatch the Bruxa. They are cunning and unless they feel safe will not venture near again. I will sleep in this room as the window faces the forest. I should be able to see from this vantage point."

At this the small group fell silent, the weight of what was ahead for the Witcher weighed heavily on his mind. The small family also sensed this and quietly went about setting up for bed. Geralt watched as Nial stood his sleeping child in his arms. A look of love on his face as he gazed at her while walking to her room. Anna moved silently and quickly, setting up a pallet for Geralt to sleep or rest on as he kept watch from the window. She came to his side and placing a small hand on his arm whispered "Thank you for coming, we are praying to the unnamed God that you are successful in your hunt. We don't want any more families to have to endure the pain we have felt." She shyly reached up and kissed him on the cheek before exiting the room.

Geralt's hand went to his cheek, this was the first time outside of Wolnosci that he had been treated with such care. What was it about these people who sprouted homage to this unnamed God! Frustration was building in Geralt, he missed Julia, missed Ciri, and even missed the dam mundane of the estate. Looking out the window he tried to focus to adjust his eyes to the night. An hour passed as he tried to keep his mind focused and then he saw movement.

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Julia had not been able to relax since Geralt had left three days ago. Renee and Ciri had tried everything to distract her and Renee had almost succeeded with her news. However here she was again full of worry. Ciri, Renee, and Tobias were doing sums over at the table in the library when Ciri looked over to Julia. She was sitting in her chair staring into the flames again her hands balling in her skirt brow furrowed. Wishing she could do something to ease Julia's worry she spoke to Tobias " Can I be excused, I think I need to go talk with Julia" seeing the concern in Ciri's eyes he excused her.

Ciri walked over to Julia and knelt by her chair, taking Julia's balled hands in hers. This startled Julia who looked down at the child with surprise. Seeing the child wanted to be with her she moved to the rug on the floor just as she would have with Geralt. Maneuvering themselves so Ciri was cuddled into Julia, her arms around the young girl Julia sighed. How did this precious child know she needed this physical contact? Ciri spoke quietly "Julia, Geralt will be ok. He's one of the best of the Witcher's." The young girl's voice held so much conviction Julia could not help but be soothed. Sighing Julia stroked Ciri's arm and responded "I know Ciri, but when you care about someone so deeply. It's hard to trust that they will be ok. You want the best for them, and you want to protect them. I hate that he is putting himself in harm's way. That I'm not there to help him if he is injured." Ciri knew what Julia was saying. She herself had pleaded with Geralt to take her with him so she could fight alongside him. It had only been Geralt extracting a promise to stay and protect Julia that made her agree to let him go.

The clock over the mantel struck 10 and as they all prepared to retire for the night Ciri looked to Julia. Feeling Julia needed more comfort Ciri asked: "Can sleep with you tonight?" Julia also sensing the child needed comfort agreed. Together they walked back to her room. Changing into there nightgowns they moved between the warmed sheets and Julia tucked Ciri into her arms. As Ciri's breathing started to even out, indicating she was falling asleep, Julia looked at the child in her arms. This child who had been unexpected had grown on Julia, and right now she was feeling a warm maternal love growing deeper inside her heart for Geralt's child surprise.

Geralt moved silently amongst the trees, just ahead of him he could see the young man and the tall raven-haired beauty. Her skin so white it glowed under the moon's rays making her hair stand out even more stark against her silhouette. She and the boy stood amongst the trees, her body leaning toward the young man who had fallen on his knees before her. Geralt knew he would only have one chance, one opportunity to kill this creature of the night. Confirming it was a Bruxa he took the vial of Black blood from his small bag hoping this would not be how he would kill the monster.  Wanting to cover all his options he swallowed the foul concoction. As he crept closer, he could hear her gentle coaxing, her lullaby of song that held the young man transfixed. Sword in hand he stepped into the clearing and took aim.

The blade connected with the flesh of the creature causing her to scream. The sonic sound echoed through the quiet night. A piercing wave reverberating within his head, causing Geralt to drop his sword, and hold his hands over his ears. The beautiful woman who had been standing in front of the young man now turned into a hideous black bat-like creature. Its hands becoming talons apart from the one which had been removed by the Witcher's first blow. Regaining some equilibrium Geralt dove for his sword as the creature turned from the Man towards its assailant. Grabbing his sword Geralt turned and took another precise swing, slashing the torso of the Bruxa. She screamed again causing Geralt to fall to his knees the sound almost piercing his eardrums this time. He just needed to get close enough to stab her through the chest Geralt thought, as the Bruxa jumped on him trying to tear his armour with its good talon. Reaching for his sword Geralt realised it was too far away. He struggled with the Bruxa trying to gain control as the creature looked like it was going for his neck.

Julia sat up in bed in a sweat, she had seen in her dream Geralt fighting with a dark creature. It had him pinned on the ground ready to strike. Ciri also sat up sensing Julia in distress and having also had a bad dream about Geralt. Panting Julia shared her dream, Ciri with surprise confirmed she had also dreamt the same. Julia trying to think what this could mean said "Ciri, we can't do much from here, but will you pray with me. It is all we can do for him" tears running down her cheeks Ciri nodded to Julia and together they held hands. Shutting her eyes Julia spoke with urgency "Unnamed God, we urgently seek your help, please send your angels to assist Geralt. Send them to his aid. We ask for his deliverance from this dark creature" as she spoke Ciri turned to her, her eyes turning a strange colour and she spoke with a different voice. "I hear you, child, do not fear" at that Ciri fainted into Julia's arms.

Geralt was desperate to get his sword or to loosen his hand enough to get his small dagger from its hidden place in his armour. When he thought all was lost and the creature was going to rip into his neck it looked up. Screamed at something in the trees, whatever had distracted the creature it gave him the advantage. He was able to get his silver dagger and plunge it into the Bruxa's chest. Hearing a final scream from the dark creature it fell to its side no breath left in its lungs.

Geralt assessed his wounds. The creature's talons had connected with his skin on his leg and the side of his neck. However, nothing that would not heal. He looked around and found the young man curled up in a ball hidden behind a tree. Kneeling down he spoke softly and with kindness  "its ok, the creature is no more." Placing a hand on the young man's shoulders he turned and looked up. Fear emanated from his eyes. "Come", helping the young man up the two of them walked back to the creature. Geralt needing to complete the job got some matches out from his bag and lit the creature alight. Looking around he saw the talon laying on the ground collecting it as proof he and the young man headed back to the Village.

Nial and Anna met him at the door to their cottage, seeing the young man Anna took him inside to warm him up. Nial saw the talon in Geralt's hand and uncharacteristically started to cry. Not sure what to do with the emotions of the man Geralt dropped the talon and awkwardly believing this is what Julia would have done, gave the man a side hug. He comforted Nial until the man had stopped his weeping, and drew him into the house.

The following day Geralt was taken by Nial to meet the alderman of the town. He was a burly man with a full mop of curly hair hidden under a funny tall hat. He greeted Geralt with a warm handshake and a big smile "Thank you Witcher for riding us of this terrible creature. Here is 3,000 Oren as thanks for your work" Geralt went to refuse payment as Julia had said they didn't need it. However, at the last moment, he had a thought, Geralt took the bag with thanks and turning to Nial said "Do you have a jeweler in town?" a smile crossing his face.

By lunchtime, Geralt had visited the local Jeweler and found exactly what he wanted. With the rest of the Oren, he bought provisions for the way home. With what was left he went to give it to Nial as a blessing to his family. Nial's face burned "no I can't take this Geralt, that's for your family." Geralt knowing this is what Julia would have wanted him to do put the bag in Nial's hand. "Please take it as a blessing from my house to yours" at this Anna gave Geralt a hug. They waved him and Rose off as he began his journey home, home to his family.   

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Flicker - Nial Horan - Album Review

On the Loose - The was the third song that many of us hear off of the album because he started performing them during the spring shows. A song which I was supposed to memorize before I saw him in concert but finals got the best of me. This song is about a girl whose wild and free, she’s enticing, but she’s about the novelty of each experience so she moves from one guy to the next, and this song is warning the next person about her. This song is groovy, it’s got a beat, personally in passing the song doesn’t stand out as much as the other songs on the album but I still like it and I think it was a good song to start the album with.

This Town - a song that started Niall’s solo career. A song that came out like what 2 days? After I met him? He had something up his sleeve and we were clueless. This is such a soft and beautiful. It’s a beautiful fall driving song or sitting in front of the fire during dusk. 

Seeing Blind - This is an adorable song. When I first listened to the album I listened to it on shuffle and one of the first things I noticed was the line “paper dreams” one of my favorite things artist do within an album is tie songs together, whether intentional or not it gives a nod to paper houses (from my experience songwriting it just kind of happens your in a theme for songwriting during a period of time, so similar phrases may come out). From my impression of this song he’s seen all the romance stories happen on film, but he had never had it happen to him before and this song was the unfolding of that. Musically this song was hard to review because I wanted to keep singing along but my favorite part is the chimes? Or something that you can hear clearly transitioning into the bridge (and then you can easily catch later in the song). Their harmonies sound the best at the end of the song. Niall get’s so deep during the bridge.

Slow Hands - a bop and yet his voice is surprisingly soft at points. I’m that basic b**** who likes the line “dirty laundry.” The lyrics video for this is cute. After watching his doc he just looked so happy while recording which makes me happy. This song feels like it's supposed to be a predecessor to on the loose, he has some fun time, but he’ll later learn she’s moving on to the next guy.

Too Much to Ask - oooh darling. I don’t think I ever talked about this song on here, but it’s one of my favorites on the album. And the music video is very pretty. This song is interesting because it’s sad, but it also has a glimmer of hope, of both being happy again and separately getting her back again. I find this song to be very visual as he’s going through each part. In short, would say I visualize this song as a flashback, sitting in a booth with some friend, looking at your significant other and they’re laughing. A good song to walk around outside while listening to, lights dim, there is a light wind.

Paper Houses - this song has the formula to be a fav, but there’s something off about it. For me personally, I liked when he performed it live, but on the studio version I feel like it should’ve been softer (his voice is just so full in the song and it doesn’t fit for me - maybe if it was just at the end but not all the way through). From my understanding of this song, both parties came from a state where they weren’t necessarily the most trusting in love (I could see a backstory being raised in a broken home). They were able to make it into something but it didn’t end how they would’ve liked and it was kind of like... I should’ve know? Back at square one, was any of it worth it. 

Since Were Alone: Based off my first listen this was the song that stood out the least. Lyrically it nice, he’s there for you, and wants you to be open with him, let your heart out, and he’ll treat you gently. (Niall would be a good boyfriend). The guitar during the bridge is good.

Flicker - this is my favorite. I heard a clip of it on tour before the album came out and I already loved it. It’s stripped back and beautiful. Everything about it, the vocals...so soft, the music - the piano and the violin. LIke he mentioned in his documentary, there’s the wonderful balance of not over or under producing it. It’s wow, sooo beautiful. It’s heartbreaking, you love this person, everything wonderful, in an enchanted state, but it’s falling apart. No one did anything wrong, but you’re drifting apart, it’s heartbreaking but for now, he’s going to take in the peaceful moment. 

Fire Away - Now that I am looking over this song lyrically I would say that it’s similar to since were alone (again someone please be Niall’s girlfriend - or friend  - he’ll treat you so well - the world doesn’t deserve Niall Horan). The verses remind me of a couple songs (some older some more recent) that I can’t think of mashed together. Lyrically this might even be simpler than since were alone, but that’s what I like about it. His voice is so soft and I like the music to this...another good autumn song. The harmonies near the end ooooo.

You and Me - The first thing that stood out to me about this song when I first heard it was that he’s singing so DEEP. Another chilled out jam. I like the woman who is harmonizing in this song, the ooh ahhs in the background give me pricila ahn vibes. I like the boomerang noise in the song. I feel like this song compliments This Town well, in that there’s this girl who's been around forever, but in this song, he sees them as end game. Another song that has a bittersweet feel to it. 

On My Own - Great song. WIll be a jolly good time in concert. Just about having a good time and not being tied down (I feel like it’s good for everyone to experience this at one part of their life, not feeling the need to be with anyone and just enjoying your own company, and having fun with friends). What I find funny is this is clearly the act my age of the album, but when act my age first came out it took me a little bit to bop to the song, but when they performed it in concert it changed everything and it was one of the best songs to perform in concert. I see you Horan, ending your set with on my own...ending on a good note. 

Mirrors - On my own might have been the act my age of the album, mirrors, is the adult version of what makes you beautiful.  I was curled up in my bed when I first listened to this and it was perfect. I’m just realizing the contrast of this song after on my own smh, but sonically it works. When I first listened to this I smiled at “She's a little shy” and a few words later he sings “she slowly breaks a smile” and I was like.  I appreciate this song, for the bad days, for the days you just want another person there...I like the idea of becoming alive when comparing it to the concept of a light flickering. I feel like that’s what this entire album kind of is like...this midpoint, the flicker of something beautiful, of something building, reminiscing...or the flicker of something going out...and maybe your down and he’s there a warmth, to be by your side. Musically I really like the backing vocals.

And lastly

The Tide - My second fav. A bop. Just let this boy have love (but also if she’s crying all the time it might not be the best)

Album Review/Ranking Masterlist

[zouanor]

15

“Have you decided on Christmas yet?”

Christmas Eve was in two days. Christmas Day was in three days.

I had been at Niall’s for over a week since that night. After the first two nights, Niall took me shopping to find stuff for me to keep at his place (“just in case this were to happen again!”). I ended up with a hamper at his place that was filled with clothes and a bathroom drawer with stuff for me.

It looked like I had moved in.

Niall had cancelled most of his plans with Harry and Alexa, telling them that he was busy packing and getting ready to head back home.

In all reality, he was with me and making sure I was okay.

I was getting there.

I scolded him for doing such a thing, but he didn’t care. He said he’d rather spend time with me instead (“no offense to them and all.”).

During that week, it remained just like the first night. The two of us curled up into the full-sized bed, legs and feet tangled together and one of us always waking up with either a face in the others neck or someone hogging the blankets.

Within that week, I grew accustomed to sleeping next to him that I wasn’t sure if I was prepared or not to go back to my place in an empty bed.

Niall had also forced me to call my mum, just to tell her I was safe. I heard constant screaming with her that once I said ‘Im safe’ I hung up. Before I could even start to cry, Niall already had me in a hug.

I had became safe with him.

Everyone had their own type of security object. Whether it was a blanket, a stuffed animal, hell even a letter, they had one. I got to say I had two, a blanket from when I was younger, and now Niall.

At first that was scary, saying that he was some sort of security that I needed. But this whole week he made sure I was okay.

While making sure I was okay, we also started acting home-y. As in, helping each other make food or fighting over the remote and even places to go.

Today was no different, we fought over going out to do different things before the holiday closed everything down. We ended up just walking around the city, in hopes that no one (aka Harry or Alexa) spotted us.

“No. No I haven’t. We… as in my family… never talked about it. I’ll probably just stay at the apartment and watch Elf and A Christmas Story over again with take out.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well, you can come -”

“Nope. Thats intrusion and I don’t have gifts for anyone.”

“You just being -”

“No, Niall.” Just as I said that, he scoffed.

“I just don’t …. Family isn’t good for me right now.” I sighed.

We turned the corner and walked slowly. People were hustling through the streets to get last minute gifts and food, something that I probably should do for Christmas, but wasn’t going to because of pure laziness.

This year was probably the first year I wasn’t having any Christmas spirit.

“I got an idea.” Niall had said it so suddenly that it made me stop in my tracks, pulling him with me.

“What if we just spent it together? I mean we could stay at mine in our pajamas and watch the movies with take out -”

“But your family.” I sighed again.

“My family can deal with it. C’mon Flower, our own little tradition?” He jutted out his lower lip, in hopes that it would persuade me.

“You won’t change the channel until the movies are over?” I could see the pout disappearing and a grin forming on his face.

He won.

“C’mon, let’s finish our walk before we freeze to death.”

~~~

Instead of ordering take out, I persuaded Niall to let me head off to the store to buy frozen pizzas since everywhere would be closed. In return, he asked me if I could go pick up some other little things while I was out.

I was just glad that everything was near walking distance, that way I didn’t have to struggle with busses or taxis. I could just walk.

Niall knew I had no phone, because if I turned it on, more texts from my family would come through and I was not prepared for that anymore than I was with my mum screaming at me. He just had to trust me on this.

So between the frozen pizza, snacks, and whatever else he wanted, I bought myself a few things. I bought a new Christmas movie and some ice cream. I figured this was going to be the next best thing.

What stuck out in my mind was him telling me it would be our little tradition. Something new and between the two of us only. I admit, it was probably the best damn thing I’ve heard that whole week.

Upon returning back to the apartment, I sat the bags down to open the door. Quickly I picked them up again and entered, closing the door behind me with my foot.

“Niall, that was the most difficult - Oh.”

Harry fucking Styles turned his attention towards me. His head moved back and forth at least ten times, each time a smirky grin forming on his face. His face turned back to Niall, that look still on his face.

“So this is the reason why you’re not packed up to leave.”

I kicked my shoes off by then, trudging to the counter to place the bags there. I stayed quiet the whole time, trying to keep my cheeks from going red.

“Is it also the reason why you - It is the reason! You’ve been keeping her - Oh my god, have you two-” Harry kept changing his mind about what he wanted to say.

I turned around by then, leaning against the counter with my hands crossed against my chest. Niall and Harry sat at the small table. All three of us quiet.

“It’s not like that.” Niall sighed.

“Really? That’s not what it looks like.”

“It’s not, Harry. Drop whatever you’re thinking.”

“But-”

“For fucks sake, Harry. Something happened and I had nowhere else to go, so I came here. I’ve been here for the past week trying to feel human again. I asked Niall not to say shit because I didn’t need pity from anyone. And if it makes you feel better, yes, I’ve slept NEXT to him, but not WITH him. Fuck off.” I glared at Harry as I stormed away.

I imagine that both of them flinched at the sound of a door slamming. It wasn’t the front door, but the bathroom door.

I sat down behind the door, my knees being brought up to my chest as I rested my forehead on my kneecaps. In between my attempts to not cry, I could hear them talking.

“Told you it isn’t what you thought.” Niall mumbled.

“So then what happened?” Harry asked.

“That isn’t my business to say. We’ve only talked about it once, and since then we haven’t brought it up.”

“And she’s been here the whole time?”

“Yes.” “Are you going back to Leeds for Christmas?”

“No. Staying here. My ma isn’t happy, but, she’s going to deal with it.”

“Well, I got a train to catch. I uh, won’t tell Alexa then. Apologize for me?” Harry questioned it.

“I’ll try.”

It had seemed so strained between the two of them then. And it was my fault for snapping at Harry to cause that tension. Oh great.

I heard the front door close and some shuffling down the hallway.

“C’mon Flower, open the door, please.”

I moved from the door, letting Niall open it instead. I frowned at him, knowing that I was the cause of that conversation I heard only minutes ago.

“You’re not at fault. You said the honest truth.”

“Then why do I feel bad?”

Niall couldn’t answer that. It had to be my own reasoning and thoughts that made it feel like that.

“I was thinking… what if we go out tonight? There’s no snow on the ground so we’re safe there.”

“What do you have planned?”

“Dunno. Dinner? Another walk around the city? I don’t do museums so thats out of the question.”

“Let’s do dinner.”

~~~

Outside was gloomy.

Christmas Eve was gloomy.

Everything was gloomy today,

Niall should’ve been with family up in Leeds instead of staying down in Sheffield.

I should’ve been with my family in Leeds instead of being in Sheffield.

Both of us chose to do this differently.

While I agreed that this was a new tradition for the two of us, I couldn’t help but imagine what today would’ve been like if we were with our families.

When I got up this morning, I was alone in an empty bed. I smelled bacon though, and heard pans clanging together, and a quick ‘fuck’.

Niall made breakfast for the two of us like usual, and then we moved onto the couch to watch TV. At first it was the news, and then we moved onto finding a Christmas movie to watch. This was how Christmas Eve was going to be spent.

Between Elf and A Christmas Story and The Grinch, I didn’t notice that he fell asleep on my lap. It ended up with me staying up and watching the movies while I played with his hair.

Hours later we’d move again and find something else to do amongst the apartment. I was the one making dinner this time, that frozen pizza already chilling in the oven. I moved towards the window, looking outside and sighed.

“It looks like it’s going to snow.”

“Would technically be the first time this whole winter. How cliche.”

I chuckled a little bit.

I relaxed as soon as I felt Niall wrap his arms around me, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“You’re awfully short. Did’ja know that?”

I elbowed him as best as I could, earning a laugh in return.

“You didn’t have to cancel your plans with your family.” I whispered.

“And get asked about why you weren’t joining us? Pft. Rather be in my pajamas anyways.”

“And?”

“And with you too.”

“Do you know what sounds really good right now?” I asked, turning around so I was able to look at him.

“Hmm?”

“Homemade cookies.”

“Ros-”

“C’mon Niall! We could make those Pillsbury ones with the pictures on them. Or chocolate chip!”

“That involves going to a store.”

“Then let’s go!”

“We’ve got pizza in the oven!” He cried.

He was right.

“After?” I pouted.

“After we eat.” He kissed my forehead and let go, moving towards the oven.

While he took care of that, I stayed at the window. It wasn’t snowing yet, but it was still gloomy.

“He’s out there watchin ya.”

“You think so?”

“My ma would say so. Thats that Catholicism in her though. Devout woman she is.” Niall shook his head then.

“But you?”

“I’d like to think so. C’mon, time to eat.”

We ate in silence, even though we had a few moments of laughter trying to eat the stretched cheese that wanted to stay on the tray.

Towards the end of the actual night, we curled up on the couch and watched The Grinch again. I found Niall passed out against my shoulder and I looked outside, finally seeing the snow fall from the sky.

And we never went to the store for cookies.

For the first time this whole season, it snowed.

How fucking cliche.

~~~

Christmas Day.

How I knew -despite yesterday being Christmas Eve, was the TV saying Merry Christmas. I must not have shut the thing off if it was telling me Merry Christmas.

When I looked around, aside from the TV being bright as fuck, I noticed outside was bright as fuck.

Carefully making sure Niall didn’t wake up, I moved towards the window. The snow from last night stuck. And in my mind, there had to be a few inches there to prove how much it was going to stay.

I could feel my smile growing and I turned to look back at a sleeping Niall. I was too excited for something as little as snow, but I didn’t care.

“Niall! The snow stuck! C’mon come look!”

He stirred, trying to turn around on the couch so he couldn’t see.

“Nialllll!” I dragged out, turning back over to him. I walked towards him, crawling on top of him and straddled his waist.

“C’mon the snowed stayed for the first time in forever!”

“Okay, Moana.” He teased, rubbing his eyes and looked at me.

I crossed my arms, making a face as he started laughing softly.

“Merry Christmas, Rosie.”

“Merry Christmas, Niall…. Now get up we got to eat and play in the snow.”

“Rosie -”

“I’ll make breakfast!” I leaned down and kissed his cheek before getting off of him.

I was going to make the best of this day.

“How is it that i’ve never seen this side of you?” He yelled from the couch.

“Because you never see me on Christmas… and it never snows either.”

Within a few seconds, I heard the bathroom door open and close and open once again. Niall walked over to where I was, wrapping his arms around me again and laid his head on my shoulder.

“It’s weird seeing you cook.”

“It’s because you’re always up first to make something.” I reminded him.

“So then, what are you making us?”

“Since we’re all into Jamie Oliver, I’ve decided breakfast wraps… You know, the little ones with berries? Only, you have strawberries, bananas and apples. So, guess what you get to do.”

“Do I?”

“Do you want food?”

He sighed then, moving away from me and getting to the job I assigned him too.

With a meal that took only ten minutes, it increased to fifteen minutes. Only because Niall decided to eat the berries instead of cutting them and I had to fight him.

When the final project was finally done, we were able to eat and because of Niall being a pain in the ass, I made him clean up. I earned a groan from him, but thats what he gets.

“I say we go walk the park today.” I spoke up, biting down on my lip.

“We could do that. I don’t think people would be there, anyways. Go on then, go get dressed.”

I ran to the bedroom, grabbing clothes out of my hamper and changed quickly. I threw my hair into braids and left the bedroom to find my boots while Niall headed back to change.

Both of us bundled up with gloves and scarves and we went out. I didn’t care how long we stayed out, just as long as it was the two of us spending Christmas together was fine with me.

With us in the park, I kept my distance with him… meaning that while I stayed close to him, I was also backing up.

Thats when I started it. I started the first strike of a snowball.

Of course when it hit him, he paused his step. It took everything in my power to not let out a laugh at the slow turn around.

“Did you do that?”

“No?”

He gave me side-eyes before turning back again. Both of us walked on again and I swear this time he was going slower. So I went slower too, making another snowball.

Only, when I looked up, he was gone.

I had looked around, wondering where he ran off too.

Instead, I felt cold snow going down my neck into my jacket.

“It’s coldddd!” I whined, jumping around just as I heard Niall laughing in the distance.

While the chill was still going down my back, I turned around and found him laughing. The snowball that I still had formed in my hands flew towards him, hitting his face.

I immediately brought my hands to my face, covering my mouth while my grin started forming.

Just seeing him look at me like I offended him had me already preparing to run.

Somehow he was faster than me, because within five minutes he already had me into his arms and swinging me around until he had managed to get us falling backwards.

Niall shifted however, making it to where I was laying on the snow and he was hovering on top of me.

Between the long stares at each other, I knew what he was looking at.

I was panicking on the inside. Was this going to happen?

The last time this sort of thing happened, it was a quick spur of the moment to tell his cousins.

But this was different this time.

A, we weren’t with his family and B, we were together in a whole new relationship that I couldn’t even explain.

We were best friends. But now, I’ve been holding his hand and kissing his cheek and even as of lately staying in the same bed and acting like a couple.

Maybe Patrick and Alexa were right, I was the center of his world.

And I was blind up until now.

And that was scary in itself.

Going against my better judgment and with him following suit, we kissed.

This wasn’t rushed or confused or to where I need a drink afterwards. This was one where the timing was right and it felt normal.

Nall was the first to pull back, eyeballing me. I didn’t know what made him want to stare at me, but I had to chuckle a bit.

“You’re lucky.”

“Why?”

“Because Harry isn’t here and he’d tease the shit out of you.” I laughed.

“Guess we’re not going to tell him then, huh?” Niall said, shaking his head with a grin on his face.

He had looked back at me, grinning madly.

Niall got up off of me, pulling me up next. We brushed the snow off of each other and looked around.

“So…”

“So what?”

“What do we do now?”

“Find a mistletoe?” I suggested, making him laugh.

“We could… or we can go back to the apartment and watch Christmas Vacation.”

“Deal.”

Between hooked hands and silly smiles on our faces, we went back to the apartment, slipped into new pajamas and laid on the couch. With tangled legs and a hand tracing my back, our laughter soared throughout the apartment.

This had to be the best Christmas i’ve ever had.