#i mean— Narry’s already so human

[insomniphic]

Someone probably: OH MY GOSH IT’S CONCEPT DESIGNS OF NARRY AS A PROFESSOR FOR A POKEMON!AU

Me: -fr just slaps a coat on him and change a single detail and calls it good-

‼️THIS AU IS NOT MINE‼️

[strixcattus]

Oh, oh shoot! Gotta hurry up!

So how do we know the Narrator's even a real person on the pacineutral routes?

I mean... "Hey now! You aren't made of money!" They're able to take over occasionally, like when you try to give more money to gyftrot.

"it's so funny, you can't stop, tears run down your face... what, you didn't do that?" They're able to converse with Frisk during the fight with Snowdrake's mum or this... "Look at all these toys! ...They don't interest you at all", being excited at the toys, realizing Frisk feels differently, and then reacting to that...odd?

Their knowledge set can be pretty weird sometimes, like knowing what golden flowers are immediately but having to read about "water sausages", or the fact that the check function is supposed to give advice but the narrator will give the most basic, useless observation if it's a monster.... that they wouldn't know about "he likes to say nyeh nyeh", and with Mettaton, they give an entirety dud option because they just don't know what to do, if you pick burn "this is probably what you'll do if things continue in this manner" (Thanks, Narry!) (They know about froggits for example because that's about the species rather than a single, specific monster)

And then there's the fact that ghosts (and only ghosts) seem able to hear them "this monster doesn't seem to have a sense of humour" (to napstablook)/"oh, i'm real funny"(napstablook responds) (this was already there in the demo)

And then there's the rare first person text when running away "I'm outta here" "Don't slow me down" "I've got better to do" so... apart from the fact that narry actually shows opposite opinions to Frisk sometimes, this is what proves that it's not just Frisk's inner monologue in second person and is fact another person talking directly to them.

So now that's out of the way, what are some of the easiest facts about the narrator we can glean?

They're human (naturally, they talk about pop culture, know what the usda is, and even know about determination (yeah, all the kids could reset. Toriel mentions deja vu for all kids, and Asgore isn't at all surprised to know he killed Frisk multiple times. Also, looking in the files, we can see Cain's save file was never used but... "determination...that power you were trying to stop", that seems more like a dislike for the power than a lack of it. (Which, yes, means they probably could have reset and saved Asriel and themselves when being attacked... but didn't. You'll see why... but well, that's why I call them Cain) moving on

They're a child, around the same age as Frisk and Asriel, hence the excitement for toys and the "butts pie" joke and the neverending impatience.

They're a... ghost? But in the same undead way that Flowey and the almagamates are rather than the type of monster

They're tied to Frisk from near the beginning, much the same way Azzy's essence is tied to his flower (though they don't speak instantly. The first room is silent, but if you meet flowey then backtrack, then you'll get narration)

This is also just part 1, chew on this while I write the rest (or after)

Chewing on this chewing on it. First human?

Well. I'm still approaching Snowdin trying to build up the nerve to kill Papyrus (which is something I probably would have done by accident the first time around had I not been so bad at combat, since I hadn't realised I could win by sparing him, but it's not as though that makes this any easier), so there's time yet.

[stanleyslayer]

on my old posts I like to look back to all the way back to my blue narrator era and think:

"why has he evolved from twink to Twink but tall to blob to hunk and now some genderless thing with a body and wings"

anyways headcannons below if you wanna know more Abt my narry and curator and TK/432

SO anyways time to info dump!!!

My narrator is a fallen angel I like to imagine. With each death he has, he goes closer to his holiness. Though he does not want to really? Considering he already fell once and is fine with his life, he doesn't want to deal with his siblings rattling him about for being the middle child.

Also, quick note, touching water melts him! Or at least the part that is touched, but luckly he is self regenerating. Water kills him!

As for siblings, I headcannon curator and 432/TK are his siblings, with curayor being the oldest and TK/432 being the youngest

they all represent a stage in life kinda? Narrator is death as for the reason with his true name being Mori Momento. Fallen angel is angel of death kinda way.

Curator is life, she makes life, and gives life. Though as life sucks, so does she! Curator does not like narrator and is kinda shitty. like. I mean curator is really strict and serious about their positions, but she is lucky enough to still be an angel !

TK/432 is limbo, or the in-between. They are the in-between of life and death, deciding whether you reincarnate, go to the after life or whatever, really based on your religion there isn't just one place, they decide who goes where

so the system is like this: Curator brings life, narrator sends it to death, and TK/432 decides where it goes

however! of narrator chose to he could bring some people back, thought depends on how important one is ECT

important people stay DEAD

but! as for the parable? it was more or so his punishment to start with, as since being a being who is death and controls death is now a fallen angel, what do you do? so his older sibling curator decides to make the parable along with TK/432 and have narrator stay they're for eternity, but why let him get bored yk? so they choose an already dead human and tell him to bring him back (gets him into more trouble as it was Stanley and he was important and yk...) so now he is stuck in a parable with a guy who has fallen head over heels for narrator

also side facts: narrator is genderless but goes by he/they/it, he is gay (likes. men.), and his form always shifts about sometimes more feminine sometimes more masculine sometimes ambiguous depending on how he feels

Curator is also genderless and a lesbian (likes. women!!), going by she/they/it, and her form mostly stays more feminine looking as she dislikes trying to change her form

TK/432 is genderless as well, and goes by they/it but sometimes a sprinkle of he and a sprinkle of she if they feel bored, they are panromantic but asexual!! they always stay a very gender neutral state but sometimes like to jokingly become the body type of some wild west cowboy that works out 24/7

annnnd yeah hope that was scrumptious!!! if you ever have questions feel free to go into my ask box and ask me stuff, im fine with anything dw, like hell ask me to write a response my narrator would write to something you say I'll do it

[quaelgeist333]

I literally haven't designed my narrator yet and my brain is thinking about a swap au jfc

So some notes

Stanley and nyctis do not switch disabilities, meaning even in the role of narrator stanley is mute and nyctis has his chronic pains.

I'm thinking that in this stanley would be the god of silence and exploration. I think the parable would also have lots of stuff to lay or sit down on as accommodation for narry. Stanley would "speak" with a form of text to speech when not in person near nyctis.

As i've already stated, the narrator's birdness/non humanness is something that was pre godhood, so they would actually still be bird.

[sometimes-sleeby-octopus]

“The World Began Anew” (Stanley and the Narrator Have Feelings Pt. 3)

Warning/Notice: So cheesy, shorter, and it’s a slow burn ahead <3

The world began anew.

Stanley winced slightly. He had been taking a nap after falling asleep to the narrator’s calming whispers. He knew the narrator had his tapes, he knew he didn’t always forget, but he also knew that the narrator didn’t always remember and Stanley wasn’t sure the tapes would either. Should he keep hope? Would not having it hurt less?

His mind quieted once he realized the narrator was not speaking. Perhaps he remembered and skipped his intro! Or maybe Stanley had spaced out for so long that he had already finished. Or maybe-

“I remember.”

Stanley looked up at the ceiling, letting the hope seep into him.

“Stanley, I remember!” the Narrator shouted joyfully, laughing in relief, “I remember your dog and my body and our conversations and our past! I remember it all!”

Stanley jumped for joy while crying happily, “You remembered!”

As their laughter and excitement died down into a calm, yet giddy feeling, Stanley and the Narrator (indirectly) looked at each very fondly.

“Oh, I almost forgot about my body, dear boy! Let’s go fetch it so we can look at each other as I keep remembering!”

It was a very quick process with the help of the adventure line. Both Stanley and the Narrator felt at home as the Narrator drifted into his comfortable metal and embraced Stanley once again. The adventure line curled around both of them, and they stayed like for a nice while.

“This is lovely, my dear fellows, but if you would not mind, I’d like to have some more adventures!”

Stanley nodded and cheered, “Let’s go!”

===

“Okay, so we’ve tried finding everything already within the game on purpose, but what if we looked for holes?”

The narrator cringed.

“What do you mean by ‘holes’, Stanley? I pray you don’t mean the infinite kind.”

Stanley cringed along with the narrator, “No, I mean like scrapped rooms and stuff that aren’t part of the endings.”

“Now that’s an adventure I’ll take you up on!”

The adventure line agreed with a chirp.

At first, they were filled with enthusiasm and headed all the way down to Floor 1. They throughly checked windows, doors, corners, and walls for the entire floor using their “specialist skills” according to the narrator: Narry had advanced vision, hearing, and height, Stanley had his sense of touch and temperature, and the Adventure Line had a good sense of smell and infinite flexibility.

By Floor 2, they were already exhausted. Adventure line passed out cold on a desk and Stanley and the Narrator needed to sit down for a second. They (Stanley and Narrator that is; Adventure line was still out cold) continued on slowly after about an hour.

Adventure Line was left with a blanket and a note in case they wanted to join back in when they woke up.

Floor 3 was done slowly as well and by that time, Stanley was yawning and the Narrator’s head began to twitch.

“Narry, are you okay? Can you feel that?” Stanley asked with concern.

The Narrator twitched more intensely and then sighed, “A little. This body feels so heavy and constricting now. Ugh. I think I need a break, dear boy.”

Stanley put a hand on his shoulder.

“No worries. I’ll wait for you. Take your time.”

As Stanley took his hand away and began to sit down, the narrator plonked face first into the floor. The human jolted back up and screamed, “OH MY GOD, NARRY?!”

“I’m here! It’s okay! Leaving the robot didn’t go as smoothly as I thought it would,” the ceiling bashfully spoke.

Stanley sighed in relief and plopped down in a chair. He gave the Narrator (aka the ceiling man) an exhausted, but loving look as if to say, “Never do that again, you lovely dork”.

===

The world began anew in the sense that Stanley passed out for three hours and the Narrator rested. Stanley woke up with a yellow creature snuggling in his lap and the metal version of the Narrator to his left stroking his hair. The Narrator sheepish pulled his hand away as the pair looked in opposite directions. The Adventure Line looked at them with curiosity.

“Anyways,” the Narrator stuttered, “We can try our floor if you’re up for it, dear fellow. No rush.”

In a few minutes, Stanley was up and running and everyone scrambled into the elevator. After the fourth floor, they would feel resolved and, while perhaps not content, accomplished in trying for the time being.

(TO BE CONTINUED <3)

[missytearex]

Hi! So I’m combining my October and November favourites here, as I never made a post for last month! Oops. Anyway, I’ve started making fic boards! I’ll link to those throughout. Here you go!

Larry

Boiling Blood Will Circulate by whoknows | @crazyupsetter (42k)

The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

deleted your number (so i can't call you) by tofiveohfive | @tofiveohfive (9k)

Harry wakes up to a voicemail.

It’s Saturday morning and it’s raining, a barely there drizzle. He sees the notification as soon as he picks up his phone from the bedside table, bleary eyes making it hard to distinguish the words. He’s got a few instagram mentions, a couple unread texts, but what really stands out is the “Missed Call and Voicemail”.

From Louis.

Or the ten hours before Harry comes home to Louis, and the five hours after he does.

Lilo

don't you hear me howling by theamazingpeterparker (13k) - [my board]

Liam turns and looks at him for a while. A scruffy, sleep-warm Louis Tomlinson curled up in a Star Wars blanket, asking what’s for breakfast after a night of running around the upstate forests. Werewolf or not, Liam had almost forgotten what a goddamn menace Louis Tomlinson was.

Louis has seen An American Werewolf in London enough times to know that city living isn't an ideal lifestyle for a new werewolf. He moves back home to find that Liam never left.

i'm never gonna fall (but i'm never hard to catch) by carissima (5k) - [my board]

TFLN: we were supposed to fuck one time, but ended up fucking for 2 years

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” he mutters, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Liam’s boxers and shoving them down past his knees. He’s inordinately pleased to find Liam’s dick is just as nice as he remembers. He curls his hand around him and hums happily as Liam fattens in his grip. “You know that, right? Who cooks breakfast for their one night stand? And then washes up afterwards? I feel like I should send your mum a thank you note or something for raising such a polite young man.”

“God please don’t,” Liam says fervently.

Lirry

the stars look very different today by colourexplosion | @jessimond (5k)

Harry's an alien who blogs about aliens. Liam's a human. Or is he?

an AU

Narry

just a little rush, babe by theamazingpeterparker (10k) - [my board]

“You know everything they say about Dracula? All that stuff I wrote in my paper?” Niall asks as he rips one of the glazed donuts in half. Harry hums. “It’s all bullshit. Real vampires do tomato juice cleanses and do yoga. Fuck.”

Harry's a vampire who's awful at parallel parking, being scary, and being alone. He meets Niall walking home alone one night.

Niam

Building Castles in the Air by el_em_en_oh_pee | @dulosis (10k) - [my board]

Liam is overwhelmed by his bootcamp roommate, who is loud and friendly and so totally up-front about what he wants out of this competition.

"I plan on winning," Niall says, twenty seconds after introducing himself, slinging his duffel bag down on his bed. "Touring. Playing my guitar, you know. Selling albums. Maybe working with Justin Bieber, if I'm lucky."

Lately I've Been Taken In by el_em_en_oh_pee | @dulosis (53k) - [my board]

Niall is the youngest in family of vampire hunters that extends back, generation after generation, for the thousands of years since St. Patrick brought vampires to Ireland to get rid of all the snakes. He's been well-trained in the fine art of slaying practically his whole life, racking up over eighty kills by the time he leaves the motherland to join a boyband.

His new bandmate, Liam, swears up and down that he’s not a vampire. But Niall’s senses never lie.

Nouis

Ask If You Know The Answer by disarm_d | @onedisarmed (4k)

It takes them longer than it should to realize that something is up. Telepathy.

Zarry

baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way by estrella30 (10k)

“Does he have your mark?” his mum asks. Zayn shakes his head. He’d looked at Harry’s wrist explicitly for the edgings of Zayn’s family crest but couldn’t find anything. Not that that means Harry’s not the one; it might need a touch or connection to come to the surface. Zayn’s not sure he wants to find out though. He doesn’t know if he’s strong enough to know for certain.

“Ah, well. It could be coming,” she adds, and Zayn shrugs. She’s silent for another moment, before quietly adding, “You could pick him, you know.” She sounds thoughtful, distant even. Zayn wonders what she’s thinking about, what she’s remembering. “If you want to that is. I know you’ve not been looking for your mate Zayn, but maybe this was what you needed. Maybe you needed your mate to find you.”

or - Zayn is an immortal modern times non evil sexual incubus who is reluctant to find his mate. And then he meets Harry.

Ziall

our names are written with starlight by softzindagi | @softzindagi (7k) - my board

After four years of failed attempts, Niall is still hopelessly single with no match to his soulmark in sight. But just because he can’t find his soulmate, doesn’t mean he can’t find love.

Got fire for a heart, i'm not scared of the dark by geewhizmo | @sleepymouses​ (45k)

“I dunno,” Zayn mutters. “I just think you’re much more in the business of flying than falling, y’know?”

That’s not entirely true, Niall thinks. I’m falling for you, aren’t I?

*

Niall leaves home for the first time and moves to a big city. There, he meets a group of people who will shape the course of the rest of his life. He tries (and fails) not to fall in love with one of them.

Also, they all have superpowers.

Ziam

Heart of Stone, Life of Fire by SoftlyandSwiftly (96k) - [my board]

A war with the city of Banshia and its conquering King threatens all of the Cities on the continent of Kiza. Young Zayn Malik finds himself hopelessly entangled in the web of the war, his future rewritten in the span of a morning as allies and enemies shift. Traded for the promise of an ally, Zayn finds himself among the warrior tribes of the Nakizi people, where he must carve out his own place and take his fate into his own hands.

For All the Stars We Cannot See by iambluehead | @iambluehead​ (30k)

Zayn grins sheepishly, the light hitting his face and making him squint, his fingers curling around the strap of his bag and his other hand rubbing at the back of his neck, a habit of Liam’s own that he recognizes on the other boy. “Yeah,” he finally says. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Yeah,” Liam says, letting out the breath that he’d been holding in his lungs until it burned. “Yeah, see you then.” The door slams shut, and Liam watches him walk up to his front door, wondering what would have happened if in that moment, he would have just leaned forward and— “The boy’s in bloody love with you,” Louis says bluntly, pulling away from the house and slamming around a corner at the speed of light. “You should get over your fear of everything and just kiss him already.”

(This is the high school AU where Liam plays football and is afraid of failure until someone puts Zayn in his life and he learns to be brave. There’s music Liam’s never heard of, eventful rides home from school, and drunken toasts to the stars they can’t see from Wolverhampton.)

Zouis

all the stars were crashing by sarcangel | @sarcathlon (25k)

“We should practice,” Louis says. He’s got a faraway look in his eye that doesn’t bode well for anyone, based on Zayn’s newly-formed knowledge of Louis. “Find a place, set up a schedule, all that.”

“What?” Zayn says, not sure where the conversation is exactly headed anymore.

“You know, in a movie - like, this would be our montage sequence,” Louis says, hands everywhere, gesturing wildly. “There’d be some song playing in the background while we spar and gain strength and -”

(and lick sweat off of each other’s necks, Zayn thinks, and then you knock me to the floor and lay on me and)

“Yeah, that’d be sick,” Zayn says, instead, not knowing if he’s more surprised that anything coherent comes out of his mouth or that he’s actually agreed to Louis’ awful plan.

In A Small Town I Saw You by zouee | @louiswmalik​ (153k)

Zayn nods a few times, judging whether or not he should just fucking spit it out. He should rip off the band-aid, jump into the cold water, throw this earth-sized weight off his shoulders and look Louis in the eye. “You should’ve remembered me.” He feels like saying. “I’m the reason you couldn’t.”

~

Zayn Malik spends the past eighteen months alone - using whoever and whatever he can to take his mind off of the one person he regrets leaving - and it’s not until he finds himself residing in a small town called Hillside when he finally remembers what peace feels like. Louis Tomlinson spends the past eighteen months surrounded by people - he’s coddled, fawned over, and most sickeningly; sympathised with - until he finally breaks away from the suffocation and finds himself face to face with someone who instantly hates him. Cue: endless angst, devastation, pathetic pining and Disney references mixed together in a pot full of misunderstandings and one-sided memories. The end result is ghastly. Proceed with caution.

Gryles

hold this thread by disgruntledkittenface | @disgruntledkittenface​ (26k)

The air is heavy between them as they both watch Nick’s clumsy fingers mend the fabric. It must only take a minute, but it feels like ages. Beads of sweat form on Nick’s forehead and he can’t tell if it’s from the panic of the moment or the way the man seems to be waiting for something. He’s done a bad job of it, but finally the hem is stitched up. Nick loops the end of the thread and can’t stop himself from lightly poking the man’s skin again, next to the dark ink smudged on his hip that Nick is currently dying to ogle in full, just to… see.

The man shudders this time and luckily Nick is still looking down or he would have missed the man’s cock very clearly twitch in his bloody loose trousers.

Fucking hell.

On his way to visit Henry getting ready for his London Fashion Week show, Nick bumps into a (stupidly pretty) model and pulls a loose thread on the sample he’s wearing. Horrified, Nick tries to mend the simple mistake, but it may just unravel into the best thing that ever could have happened to him.

Tomlinshaw

Lost and Found by shiftylinguini | @shiftylinguini​, Writcraft | @writsgrimmyblog​ (31k)

In a year when things are coming to an end for Nick, an unexpected chapter begins at the start of a long, hot summer.

An accidental romance in Malta. Featuring Annie on the decks, Nick and Louis below deck, a handful of bad nautical puns and weather that's far too hot for trackies.

OT5

The Youth Branch of Magical and Fairy Tale Creatures and Beings Anonymous (Volume One) by sunsetmog | @magicalrocketships​ (5k) - [my board]

Sometimes trying to pass for human is hard. Monthly meetings of the Youth Branch of Magical and Fairy Tale Creatures and Beings Anonymous offers them the chance to be themselves, have an agenda, and work on some life goals. Just so long as Zayn can stop asking people to marry him after just one kiss, Harry can turn his Veela powers down, Louis can stop pre-emptively trying to usurp the god of mischief, and Niall can stop turning things into scythes. Liam just wants some orange squash and a biscuit.

steal my heart tonight by ThankYouMerlin | @thankyoumerlin​ (40k)

Niall rips off his ski mask, it was cliche and stupid (and totally Harry’s idea) anyway. “This is my mission.”

“We know,” Liam says, pulling his own mask off. Niall thinks they’re all wrapped a bit too much around Harry’s finger, maybe. “We just like watching you work.”

or,

An OT5 international thieves AU that contains very little actual stealing because I have no idea how to break into vaults in real life and lots of friendship and feelings from five boys in love.

Lilourry

only because you know (that you wanna feel the same) by words_unravel (34k) - [my board]

Liam may be able to catch glimpses of the future, but he never saw this coming.

Shiall

After All, You're My Wonderwall by alienharry | @aceniall (7k)

Guitar Prick: best eagles song, hands down, is peaceful easy feeling. they knew their stuff.

And Niall can't hold in his outrage. He's pissed. The Eagles are his thing, and how dare Shawn think he can message Niall, only nineteen years or so of experience under his belt, and shove his shitty musical concepts and overall terrible taste in Niall's face.

Niall: victim of love is clearly their best song. ya really ought to get your head out of your ass and educate yourself before running your mouth lad.

-

Niall's used to being the center of attention, so when a bright, musical boy with a charming smile starts routinely stealing his spotlight, he decides then and there to do everything in power to put an end to it.

[mistlekissy]

OK so first off I do wanna say this is just a theory!!! And I am aware that I may be bias and it’s just my opinion!!! AND the good thing about this theory, and not to throw any shade to certain stans who have given their opinions, but I love all the members of 1D so I’m not bias in the respect that I have a vendetta against one of them so, here we go sorry if it’s long or all over the place;

Ok so I joined the fandom end of 2012 and it was the day 1D were on Ellen so I already was into narry from day one but anyways I did think something might’ve gone on with them but this isn’t about narry I’m just saying 👀👀👀 but also idk ANYWAYS narry were best friends(and still are you can’t change my mind) regardless, and I do think Louis and Harry drifted apart in middle of the summer 2013 and 1D was split between narry and zouis and Liam in the middle(poor Liam he probably had middle child syndrome lol). Now idk what happened between larry BUT I do think whatever happened is why it was so split(also I don’t think they hated each other they probably were still friends just not as close you know??). Also fun fact 2013 me did think narry was a thing so whenever Liam hung out with them I’d say he was third wheeling 😂😂 but anyways fast forward to end of 2014, Harry suggested the break. I think Zayn liked the idea but I also don’t think he and Harry were best of friends at that point or at least not AS close as previous years so when people say “Zayn was the only one who was on Harry’s side in 1D” I really have to laugh lol Louis and Niall obviously were upset over this. I don’t think Louis and Harry were that close so naturally their friendship kinda got strained for a bit, but Niall I don’t think can stay mad at Harry for too long so they were still good just sometimes I think Niall would slip back into being mad(which is normal human behavior like how many times have you gotten over something but then 2 weeks later are like “uh remember when you did this” lol). But in terms of Narry being “a thing” I do think if it was a thing they did go on a bit of a break but only thing is during FOUR promo they seemed really close so like??? Idk it depends when Harry suggested the break cause I think things changed with narry December 2014 and was weird for a bit until Zayn left. OK so I think at that point Liam was the only one who was 100% on Harry’s side cause 1. I do think he needed a break and knew a break would be healthy for him and them 2. Like Niall, I think Liam can’t stay mad at Harry for too long either so even if there was hesitation he got over it 3. I think like Zayn always said he had a protectiveness over Niall, it was the same with Liam and Harry like I think Liam saw him as a little brother so he just naturally never wanted for Harry to feel alone or like nobody is on his side 3. Liam just liked being the glue and wanted everything to be fine so he never took sides but like in a way he would but in a nice middle type way you know? And omg while in Australia lirry played tennis together and then hours later Niall went to play tennis at the same court with M*llissa 💀 (Maybe Harry was trying to win Niall back? Lol) Also this doesn’t mean the others were mean to Harry or anything I do think things were fine for the most part between them just a bit of tension friends fight it happens!!! The one thing I will say though about narry is I wonder if there was a reason why Niall had more reservations about the break 👀👀 like maybe he was scared that he and Harry would be apart for too long 👀👀👀

Ok moving on to when Zayn left, that’s when things got better and I do think they all pulled together and got closer, even Harry and Louis. Like Niall said it was the closest they had ever been. I’ll start with narry first then I’ll talk about 1D in general but things seemed rocky between narry in 2015 until August 2015. Like some weeks narry was thriving some weeks it wasn’t, so I just wonder what went on?? Like one day in the summer they played golf 20 minutes apart from each other with their own friends but like a week later they were on top of each other again??? It was confusing but again like all friendships they must’ve had their ups and downs and I do think they got so much closer after August 2015 AND they literally had sleepovers and carpooled together during MITAM promo so yeah they were good!! Ok so while I don’t think the divide now was too big I still think it was either narry/lilo or nouis/lirry and I think nouis were still upset over the break regardless so they kinda got closer but not in a they’d cry about it way obviously but idk how to explain I just think they kinda bonded over the similar feelings they had if that makes sense? Also like Liam and Louis were close yeah but Louis was single and Liam had a gf and Niall was free to go to Glastonbury for example or go out to a club at night so that was a factor too. My inner narrie says maybe narry were just trying to make each other jealous 👀👀👀 like “look who I’m hanging out with Harry bet you wish you were Louis right now” “nice try Niall but don’t get too jealous when Liam and I go golfing and I let him win” but in reality I just think maybe they needed some space which is fine and normal even though back then I would STRESS OVER IT! Lol but eventually everything was fine and they all banded together and I think maybe narry talked it out tbh like remember when Harry’s dad visited them on tour? That was when narry started to get closer so maybe his dad told them to get over it and talk it out lol also not narry related but Liam said in an interview a few months ago that he and Louis would fight like brothers and stuff and sometimes it wouldn’t get resolved all the way so I’m like 👀👀👀 cause I wonder if there were any fights between them in 2015 that didn’t get resolved that led to why they didn’t speak for like almost 2 years and needed a break from each other 👀👀👀👀 in all honestly I can write a whole essay on all their dynamics it’s so interesting to me if you want me to do a whole post on that let me know I just don’t wanna bore you or your followers lol

So 2016 I think was just a year of them having a break from each other like I do think they went on break on really really good terms with each other(including Larry) but they also were kinda like “ok like let’s keep in touch but also don’t talk to me for like 10 months” and unfortunately we all know what happened at the end of 2016… and I think as any family would they came together and maybe then they all kinda started talking again(except nouis who obviously were like besties and lowkey I think lirry were also kinda close too privately cause out of nowhere in 2017 they rose publicly and I don’t think that happened all of a sudden lol)

So 2017; lilo weren’t talking, Niall was friends with everyone and narry were in love idc change my mind! Lirry was real listen all those years of saying lirry didn’t hate each other even though everyone thought they did payed off lol and even now I think they’re friends and when Liam said that thing about how he’s giving Harry space it wasn’t meant to be taken as something that deep it was just Liam talking and probably saying that cause Harry was busy with tour and hadn’t replied to his texts in weeks like the true Aquarius he is lol is that all the ships? OH YEAH larry are probably friends just like distant friends that are more like family at this point that will be there for each other no matter what but don’t really talk much

Now I think it’s the same as above except lilo are close again, I feel like Niall doesn’t try as much to keep in contact with everyone all the time but I think it’s more cause he knows they’re his brothers and are there if he needs them so he doesn’t feel the need to always talk also he’s busy and they’re all busy tbh but narry totally talk all the time 😝

Ok so that’s it basically and again I could 100% be wrong or bias about any of this so it’s just my own personal opinion!!!

[mildlymaddy]

Your little lilourry mermaid snippet was SO wonderful and funny, i hope you can find yourself a way forward because i'd absolutely love to read more. I'm particularly curious about Lirry's current standing! How does Liam know Harry? Are mermaids generally just hidden as members of ordinary society and only manifest as mermaids when they're submerged? Or is there an underwater mermaid society and Harry has strayed to land as a result of his curiosity?

Okay so here are my thoughts. Someone else (La, i think) mentioned also featuring Niall as a marine biologist, which I love (especially since it would pave the way for a possible lilo/narry endgame) (she says, as if that story would ever get that long), so at first i thought Liam was probably doing Niall a favour by taking Harry in, because let's face it that's the kind of guy liam is, “you say you found a mythical creature on the beach and he needs a place to crash? Of course you can send him to my tiny apartment in the middle of the city, it's no trouble at all, I’m glad i can help!”, but then i instantly felt like that would turn it into a super substandard take on @moondoggiestyle 's GORGEOUS mermaid verse, so let's steer clear of that (i will probably keep niall as a friend of liam's who's studying to become a marine biologist, though).So then your last sentence made me realize that maybe mermaids have a thing similar to the Amish rumspringa (or rather the popularized view of it), because after the Ariel Incident of 1829 and the following slew of curious teenage mermaids sneaking up on land through various means (often with disastrous results), the mermaid government quickly realized it'd be better to just write up some proper legislation to regulate the entire thing. Now every mermaid gets one chance to go up to the human world for one month before they turn 23, after which point they must choose whether they want to remain on land or go back to the ocean (most actually decide to go back, although some still sigh dreamingly about mozzarella sticks and road trips years later).Anyway, so Harry probably arrived on shore a couple weeks ago. Definitely the very first thing he did was get a tattoo to celebrate (he already had quite a few, mermaids are big on body art) (obviously the mermaid is his favourite, he still thinks it's the cleverest joke anyone has ever come up with). But I still need to figure out how he ends up in Liam’s flat, and what the status of their relationship is.

[usagijimin]

Big Treble-Part Two

Here is part two of my narry pitch perfect au. Here’s part one!!

He wakes up on the floor of Liam's bedroom, a beer can next to his head. He tries to sit up, but very quickly stops when he feels just how hungover he really is.

Jesus. He hasn’t been this hungover in a long time. Not since that one night last year with Deo and Eoghan.

He squeezes his eyes shut and contemplates never moving again. He could live a happy life here on the floor. No classes. No work. Maybe Liam would even bring him food from time to time.

Liam and his loud-ass snoring is the reason he eventually picks himself off the floor.

The floor of the living room is littered with empty cans and bottles. Niall has to walk carefully so he doesn’t wake Ed, who is sleeping on the couch, his arms crossed and his mouth pressed into the cushions. There are a few pizza boxes on the kitchen counter, the cardboard stained by grease, and Niall tosses them in the recycling bin without thinking. It’s the least he could do really.

Louis is leaning against the side of the house when Niall exits, sharing a cigarette with a blonde girl he’s pretty sure he’s seen in one of his classes. Louis gives him a lazy smile, a cloud of smoke escaping his mouth as he opens his mouth to speak. “Don’t forget, we’ve got rehearsal in four hours.”

“You’re joking,” is all Niall says.

“Nope. Never joke about this kind of stuff.”

Niall stops himself from rolling his eyes. He doesn’t want to get on Louis’s bad side. Instead he runs his hand through his hair, smiles, and says “see you later then.”

The first thing he does when he gets home is take some extra-strength Tylenol before immediately falling asleep on his bed. He still feels like shit when he wakes up two hours later. He forces himself into the shower, hoping it’ll make him feel better, more awake at least. But it doesn’t.

He doesn’t decide he wants coffee until he’s walking past Java The Hut on his way to the theater building. It’s his favorite coffee shop. He’s in there most weekday mornings, getting a drink and catching up on his reading last minute before he heads to class. He steps in now, the cafe much emptier than he’s used to, ordering his usual latte but with an extra shot. He scrolls through his phone while he waits, wonders how long Louis will make them rehearse today. It’s then that he hears someone say something.

He looks up, and the barista making his drink smiles at him. Niall recognizes him immediately, even though today his long hair’s tied up in a neat bun and he’s wearing a black shirt with the café’s logo on it.

“I know you,” Harry says.

“Long time no see,” Niall replies, his fingers drumming nervously against his phone “I’ve never seen you here before.”

He doesn’t mean to sound accusatory. It’s just...how is Niall supposed to ignore Harry like he’s supposed to if he just now suddenly starts showing up everywhere.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” Harry retaliates, switching the steam wand on. The milk begins to steam and gurgle, the sound of it especially loud in Niall’s head right now. He winces slightly and shoves his phone in his pocket.

“I don’t usually come here on Saturdays. I’m mostly here weekday mornings.”

“Ah, I’m mostly here on weekends.”

Niall nods, and that could be the end of the conversation. Instead, he finds himself continuing. “I’m only here because Louis is making us rehearse today. I don’t even think he slept last night. He was still doing shots by the time I passed out. I’m beginning to think he’s not human.”

“Sounds like Louis.” Harry’s smile grows wider as he says it. “You better finish this before he sees you. You’re not supposed to have coffee before you sing. It’s bad for your vocal cords.”

Shit. “Thanks for the warning. I appreciate it.”

Harry snaps the lid on and slides it across the counter. He stares at the cup, squints for a minute before he says, “have a nice day Neil.”

“It’s Niall. They never get my fucking name right.”

“Occupational hazard I’m afraid. I’m Harry.”

Niall nods at him, resists the urge to say “I know,” and smiles at him. “See you later.”

Louis has the whole year planned out already, drawn up on the whiteboard at the front of the room. He’d spent a whole half hour going over it. Niall can’t believe he managed to stay awake through it. Regionals. State. Nationals. They’d made it all the way there last year, got close to winning, only to have victory stolen from them once again. This year. This year they’d win.

For now though, there’s the basics. And Niall finds himself a bit frustrated as Louis, Liam, and Ed help the “newbies” learn how to make different sounds and pitches with their mouths. Every time he thinks he’s got it right, Louis tells him it’s wrong. And every time that happens, Liam shoots him an encouraging smile and tells him “you’re doing great, Niall.”

Regardless, by the end of rehearsal he’s made some progress. When he gets home, he only makes it to the couch before he falls asleep for the rest of the evening.

It’s not even a week later when he sees Harry again. He’s tucked himself in one of the ancient fat armchairs located in one of the back rooms, a notebook and a book spread across his lap. Harry plops down across from him without any warning, a smile already on his face. “Hey there, Niall.” He’s wearing flannel this time, and his hair is loose again, curling a little at the ends. He looks so effortlessly cool.

Niall suddenly feels a bit restless, a bit at a loss for words. Even simple words. Especially when Harry’s knee is suddenly knocking against his own. “Hey,” he finally replies.

“Hope I’m not interrupting something too important. What are you working on?”

“Some Ancient Greek.” He props his book up so that Harry can get a good look at the cover.

Harry reaches for the book and let’s out a whistle. “Impressive. You’re a classics major then?”

Niall nods, pulling the book back into his lap.

“Figured you’d be a music major.”

“Are you a music major?”

Harry grins at that. “English actually.”

“You seem like the type,” Niall hums, glancing over Harry’s outfit again as if to prove his point.

“Hey, you have no right to judge. You’re a Classics major.”

They settle into silence for a few minutes as Harry fishes a book out of his backpack and Niall takes a couple sips of his latte.

“How did your first rehearsal go?”

“Went alright I think. I’m so new to the Acapella thing. It’s harder than I thought it would be.”

Harry nods, his mouth set in a sympathetic frown. “It gets easier after the first few weeks. Especially when they give you more parts to sing.”

Liam’s warning is still in his head. Niall can’t help hearing it now, especially when discussing his group. He makes his tone sound as light and playful as possible when he says, “I’m not supposed to fraternize with the enemy, you know.”

Harry quirks an eyebrow. “Do you consider this fraternizing?”

Niall swallows. “I...um...don’t know. Liam just said Louis’d have my neck if he ever saw us...like interacting.”

“He’s already in your head,” Harry serious expression dissolving as he lets out a loud laugh. “I’m not some cartoon villain who’s out to steal your secrets.” He tweaks an invisible moustache with a goofy smile. “We’re just talking, being friendly. Don’t think Louis will have your head for that.”

Niall supposes he’s right. Or chooses to believe so anyway as he relaxes back into his chair and Harry starts reading, his brows furrowed as he concentrates.

[nellygwyn]

HEY BABE ok i am Depressed As Shit(TM) can u share more of ur book PS still happily-floored at the sheer bi power-couple thing u n George got goin on. pls say hi 2 him n giv him a fistbump frm me bc i am too shy to talk 2 Actual Humans thank

ME @ GEORGE: HEY BABE, LOOK, WE'RE A BI POWER COUPLE *fistbumps you but it's actually a smooch* So, I'm sorry this took a while!!!! And I'm sorry you've been feeling shitty. I shall attempt to remedy it with an extract. N.B. This definitely isn't perfect. You know it's a work in progress. I need to flesh it out. Context before I post the extract: Charles II liked The Rover by Aphra Behn so much that he arranged a private showing of it at Whitehall. We don't know much about the private showing, like when it exactly happened or who was there but I've interpreted it this way. Hope you enjoy the bare bones of this! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~And there she was. The King's puttana, who had until now been deliberately elusive in the most infuriatingly desirable way, was letting her gaze rest on Aphra for the first time since the evening at Newmarket. The soft rise and fall of Hortense's lips were emphasised by her rogue paint and a slight, all-knowing smirk. Her gown was blue and flecked with gold and jewels, pearls framed her bosom, her dark hair hung loose with garden flowers and her eyes, almost too dark to admire in the candlelight, offset the velvet damask of her blushed cheeks. But the eyes kept firm on Aphra who stood sheepishly in her own blue gown in the stage wing, just barely visible to the audience. Hortense reached out for the King's hand. He was smiling broadly and waiting in anticipation for the play to begin. Aphra supposed he would be comfortable anywhere so long as a play was on the menu, but in the familiar surroundings of Whitehall, he seemed almost comfortable enough to join in. He was distracted briefly by his goddess and softly kissed her bare shoulder. Aphra was, not for the first time, lost for any words. Some of the players were jittering in the opposite wing and Aphra could hear Miss Marshall having one last argument over lines with other members of the company and in all honesty, Aphra knew she should be advising, coaching, praising. It was HER play after all and this private performance was a great honour. It should be the only thing that mattered tonight....but every move Hortense made was almost teasing, a reminiscence of their kiss. It tantalised. "I would've thought a seasoned libertine like yourself would've had the gall to speak to a whore" It was Rochester. He gently rested his head on Aphra's shoulder, his periwig curls smelling of bergamot and tobacco, his fingers stroking her arm. "What would you do, Johnny?" Aphra leaned into him, suddenly feeling just a little bit safer, a little bit clearer, in an embrace with her oldest friend. "What would you do if the King's whore dangled herself in front of you one moment, but kept chaste and uninterested in your company the next? She teases me after weeks of fighting shy of me" Rochester sucked his teeth and cracked a smile. "Well, you know me, Astrea. It's always ripe for a seduction. King's whore or not, that's what she wants. The better question is, do you have it in you? You know what Sedley said, that cunny is worth more than he and I combined." Rochester was right, of course; he knew women well enough. This was how Hortense asked for a seduction. She played coy and she played brazen in equal measure. But did Aphra have it in her? The courage to pull the King's favourite from under him? His Majesty's daughter, Anne, had tried it and failed. "He'd never forgive me, Johnny. The King, I mean. I'd be a sluice rat forevermore. "Oh, he would. Eventually." Rochester clearly spoke from experience. "Besides, do you plan on telling him?" "No but....I'm a saint in his eyes. A libertine, to be sure, but I write and spark wit and wonder. I can do a narry wrong. He'd kick me out into the Cheapside slurry on my arse from the disbelief." A hush suddenly came over the audience and then the trumpets began. The first scene was taking off and the room broke into applause as Florinda and Hellena took to their places. Aphra glanced at Hortense, who was already whispering divinities in His Majesty's ear. "You said it yourself, Astrea" Rochester whispered "There is no sinner like a young saint."

[narrymusings]

1: Honestly I do not know what to think about Briana's hacked account, if it was real: how badly Briana, the frustration she felt when she could not do anything, and if it was not real: how badly for her by deceiving us like that. I mean....

2:if I were the hacker, I would take the necessary information and reveal it, so they did to the celebrities, reveal intimate photos, but Briana's account was a little weird, because if you realize they did not reveal "information" or Conversations..

3:or something, if they uploaded photos but nothing that was very relevant to make Briana look bad, because honestly who would hack Briana's account?(I think it's very obvious)maybe they did not find anything and they just decided to play a little...

4:But I still disagree in making fun of Briana,the Larries I do not know what happens to them,admitted that at the beginning when I discovered Larry, I made fun of Briana, I did not laugh,I made fun of, it's different,but now I see things differently

And 5: Sorry if you do not agree but it's my opinion, and I still think your account is great.For you, is that I have a great obsession for Narry hahaha 💙💚

Okay but here’s the thing: it’s real. The hack was real. Just like the others.

Why would Briana hack her own account? For what purpose? There is literally no logical reason for her to “hack” her own account. Nothing came from it. 

Larries, however, despise Briana for simply existing. They’re always trying to dig up dirt on her. They’re the ones stalking her, they’re the ones harassing her, they’re the ones constantly trying to figure out new ways to sully her name and drag her through the mud. Not to mention, they’re the ones with a history of hacking people close to the boys in an attempt to find something for their ship -- and then coming up empty-handed. They hacked Jay looking for evidence of Larry, and instead got evidence of Elounor. Is it really that hard to draw the conclusion that Larries hacked Briana’s account too? Larries love to claim that they don’t care about her -- but they’re the only ones that care enough to try and ruin her. Too bad they didn’t find anything.

Which brings me to my next point, because you said: “if I were the hacker, I would take the necessary information and reveal it, so they did to the celebrities, reveal intimate photos, but Briana's account was a little weird, because if you realize they did not reveal "information" or Conversations.. or something, if they uploaded photos but nothing that was very relevant to make Briana look bad” -- which answers your question that immediately follows. Larries. Larries attacked her account, found nothing damning or controversial -- nothing they could use to their advantage, so then they turned around and claimed that she did to herself for, what, “attention”..? I’m sorry, but you’ll never convince me that IF something had been found, Larries would have definitely taken credit for that. Unfortunately for them, they found nothing and so they claimed they had nothing to do with it in an attempt to make them look like victims.

They literally stalked her so extensively that they figured out where she was staying, apparently, in the UK when she took Freddie to see Jay. So- Is it really that unfathomable that they would also hack her account? Certainly not to me.

What comes down to is this: Larries are desperate. Freddie is going to be a whole year old in only 16 days. Their made-up theory that “”babygate”” is even a thing is no closer to ending than it was 18/19 months ago when Louis confirmed that he was going to be a father. They’re desperate -- and they’re at the point where they’ll do anything to make themselves and their theories seem valid, including but not limited to: creating a rumour they don’t even believe that Briana slept with her step-father, wishing death upon an 11-month-old baby and his entire family, and hacking Briana’s account and then feigning innocence when they don’t find anything to back up their theories of “”babygate”” and/or who Briana is as a human being being.

Anyway, in regards to treating Briana differently now: I’m glad. I’m glad that you’ve changed your tune. It already makes your a better person than most others. I’m also glad that you like my account -- so thank you very much!

Narry! 💙💚

[sometimes-sleeby-octopus]

And the World Began Anew (Stanley and the Narrator Pt. 6)

WARNING: Slow burn/Cheesy, weird reality stuff, possession of Stanley (I swear it’s not like THAT it’s just weirdly fluffy), the Adventure Line being, pardon me, but a lovely little shit <3

There really wasn’t anything but grass, trees, and sky for miles. It was pretty, but the three were very tired after walking for a while. The Narrator, who was very out of it, was twitching again and Stanley looked white and sleepy. The Adventure Line whimpered and nudged the indigo robot, gesturing to Stanley.

“Oh goodness, Stanley, you look ghastly! Why didn’t you say anything?”

As the Narrator helped him over to a tree, Stanley said with a small chuckle, “You’re gonna laugh, Narry, but I honestly just spaced out.”

The Narrator huffed and handed the man a granola bar and some water, trying not to twitch too much .

“Here. Please take them and say if you need a break next time.”

“Okay, Narry. Thank you.”

Once Stanley took the items, the Narrator twitched a bit more with a groan. This was not lost on Stanley. He took a sip of water.

“Narry, why don’t you shake yourself out?”

The narrator grimaced.

“It’s complicated. I can take up any amount of space but it’s difficult to anchor myself with things out here. It would be overwhelming and not pleasant for all parties involved since they’re all so weird interconnected. That’s the only thing I miss about our building. It was spacious and constant and disconnected from life. Besides you of course, but humans are a weird exception.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“They can connect and disconnect at will from anything. And their connections are not very strong at that. Oddly spacious…Don’t ask me how I know that.”

“I won’t.”

Stanley finished the granola bar before looking back over at the narrator, who was still twitching.

“However, I will ask, what if you anchored yourself to me?”

The omnipotent being laughed before twitching again.

“Quite frankly, I don’t know if you could handle it. Or if I could handle it.”

There was no punchline in either phrase, but he was ever curious. It would be embarrassingly intimate but it could also be intriguing and relaxing. The human could see right through him and grinned mischievously.

“If we don’t like it, we can stop. Just gotta say the word.”

The narrator twitched once more and shyly huffed.

“Alright. You know the drill for the first part, but just…be ready, I suppose.”

The metal of the robotic figure became lifeless as the Narrator drifted into Stanley. The human’s head began to buzz and the omnipotent began to pull away.

“Give it a minute,” Stanley whispered, feeling the buzz in his voice as well, “I’m okay.”

The narrator drifted in again, the buzz growing louder and more violent unlike something clicked and it slowly faded away. Stanley’s limbs felt lighter and he could see things. Strangely pretty things, like the Narrator flowing through his skin.

“You’re beautiful, Narry. Kinda like the ocean.”

The being turned a shade of pink and bubbled a little.

“Are you still okay, dear boy?”

“Mmmhmm. Do you feel better?”

“…yes.”

The Narrator settled into Stanley skin and the human giggled.

“That tickles.”

The being became pink, orange, and yellow simultaneously from Stanley’s perspective. It was certainly a sight to see and feel. In fact, Stanley could vaguely feel what the Narrator was feeling, alike to his own emotional range, but still different.

“Should kiss already,” Adventure line grumbled. Stanley yelped.

“That’s literally the weirdest thing happening right now, what the heeeeeell.”

“Idiot.”

“No, you.”

“No, you!”

The narrator rolled his eyes and pulled Stanley away from the adventure line from the inside. Stanley shivered.

“Scratch that, this was the weirdest part.”

The narrator cackled at that and snuggled further into Stanley as an apology. The human blushed at that. He was suddenly very sleepy and noticed that the sky was a little darker, so he closed his eyes.

He could still see Narry, bright yellow and pink. As pretty as his narrator was, it made it hard to sleep.

As if his thoughts could be (or likely were) read, the narrator turned into a soothe forest green and deep blue. Stanley smiled at that and hoped the narrator could feel the affection in his head.

The being did.

===

Stanley was lightly shaken and poked awake by the robotic version of the narrator and the adventure line. The orange sun had started to rise, and for once in a long time, the world began anew in natural fashion.

The three watched as the sun turned yellow and the sky grew lighter and bluer.

“I’ll never grow weary of the sun,” the Narrator sighed contently. Stanley nodded in agreement.

“Kissss” the adventure line whispered.

“JESUS CHRIST, I can still understand you???”

[mildlymaddy]

Tagged by @akai-coat (thank you <3) to ramble on about five current wips. So I guess I have to choose five.

Mind you I mean if we only talk about things I’m semi-actively working on, there’s probably less than that.

1. is obviously puppy/kitten lilo, in which Louis wakes up as a kitten, and Liam wakes up as a puppy, and basically they wreck havoc in Niall’s hotel room. I wrote a good chunk of it yesterday, and there’s still quite a bit to write, but I’m feeling way more confident now than I did two days ago. The puppy/kitten part is easy. It’s getting them to kiss once they’re back to human beings that’s probably going to take me the longest (even though I already know how I want it to happen).

They thought it was a prank, which Louis couldn’t begrudge them for. It would have been an awesome prank. He was a bit sad that he would never be able to do it now that it had actually happened. It just wouldn’t be as funny the second time around.

“I'll give them until tonight,” Terry, their new chief of security, said. “Then I'm calling the cops and putting their asses on the line.”

Louis hissed at him, safely sat in the hollow of Niall’s elbow. Terry took a step back, startled, and Niall started petting Louis between the ears to calm him. Two birds with one stone, Louis thought smugly, closing his eyes with pleasure and tickling Niall’s arm with his tail in a friendly way.

“I'm sure they'll be back,” Harry said from his spot on the floor of Niall’s hotel room. He'd been throwing a balled up sock for Liam to catch for the past ten minutes and Liam still hadn't tired of fetching it, his thoughts an uninterrupted stream of This is so fun Harry’s so nice Louis you should play too this is so fun!!

Louis stared at Harry intimidatingly, willing him to stop throwing that stupid sock, but Harry didn't seem to care. Louis was definitely going to throw up a furball in Harry’s ridiculous golden boots later on. As soon as he could figure out how furballs actually worked, at least.

  2. I’m also still working on the 3rd installment in the Another Man lourry verse, which is basically porn with feelings, in which Louis goes to Harry’s place a 3rd time and Harry more or less throws himself at him because he’s not about being subtle in this verse. The only problem I have is that almost all of it is written in my head but there’s barely anything on paper, so every time I trick myself into thinking it’s nearly done but it’s actually barely started.

“I didn’t get any cake,” Harry mumbles against Louis’s cheek, and Louis can feel his lips stretching into a smile as he adds, “Was kinda counting on me being the dessert, to be honest.”

“Oh, did you?” Louis teases, his heartbeat picking up so fast it gives him motion sickness.

“Yeah,” Harry whispers, before trailing his lips back to Louis’s mouth, one hand slowly fisting around Louis’s sweatshirt.

  3. I’ve also started a silly Narry fic about Niall helping Harry bond with his guitar, because what this verse really needs is some Narry, obviously. Probably need people to shout things at me to get me inspired, or for Niall to post more pics of himself gently cradling Ruby’s body.

When Harry shows up on his doorstep with a guitar case slung on his shoulder and a carry-on bag at his feet, Niall doesn’t ask questions. He didn’t know Harry was coming, hasn’t really heard about him in five months, but he’s not about to willingly jinx his luck.

“I’m putting together a proper band,” Harry tells him excitedly fifteen minutes later, both of them sitting on Niall’s patio, a glass of beer in hand. “And I wanna play too, at least on some songs. I want to really be a part of it, you know?”

“Singing lead is a pretty big part of the band, mate,” Niall says, even though he understands what Harry means. He always loved playing guitar during their concerts. It wasn’t about having something to do with his hands as much as feeling like he was an actual part of the cogs and gears.

“I’m still pretty bad, though,” Harry says, nervously twisting his bottom lip between thumb and forefinger. “I’m looking for a way to be more… you know when you look at really good guitarists and it feels like the guitar’s just part of their body? They don’t even need to look at their fingers or anything, and they get the sickest notes out, like the guitar’s… alive. That’s what I’d like to be like.”

Harry’s leaning forward, eyes shining with eagerness, and Niall feels himself getting a little hot under the collar, despite his better judgement. It’s just… been a long time since Harry’s looked at him like this. “Got your ambitions up, Hazza,” he says, clearing his throat when the words come out strangled.

Harry nods, then shakes his head, looking upset. “Yes, I know. But that’s why I want to get a better understanding of it all, y’know?”

Niall isn’t sure he knows. All he can think of is that thirty minutes before Harry rang on his door, he was lying naked on his couch with Ruby in his lap, just liking the way the cool wood felt against his cock. He hadn’t wanked or anything, he’d actually gotten a melody out that he was rather proud of, but he wonders what Harry would say if Niall told him the best way to bond with your guitar is to get stark naked.

He’d probably be thrilled, actually.

(actually I’ve got to thank you for this one because what I had was too short for a snippet so I just spent 15mn working on it!)

4. Then because I love angst I’ve got a little angsty no-happy-ending lilo, about how Louis’s dealing with his solo career and Liam’s happy family life. I started it on a day where I was feeling really bad, so I’m not sure I’ll ever finish it, but I’d like to.

“Want one?” Louis says, extending the packet out to him. He blows out a cloud of smoke, and Liam tries his best not to inhale. The key is in never slipping.

“Nah, I've quit,” he says. Louis throws him a weird sideways look, and Liam feels compelled to explain, “With the baby and all, I thought…”

“Right,” Louis says, staring straight ahead at the sweeping view over L.A.. “Guess it's different when you've got him all the time.” He takes a long drag on his cigarette, like a punctuation, and Liam wants to reach out, but doesn't quite know if he should.

He never used to second-guess himself when it comes to Louis. Maybe the hiatus changed things in more ways than one.

5. And, well, I still haven’t given up hope on ever finishing Take These Chances. I owe it to Lilo, really. I can’t leave them cold turkey when they were just about to finally shag. Honestly for this one I’d just like for someone to sit with me one afternoon and gently whack me over the head until I’m done writing it. I sometimes fear that’s the only way I’ll get it done. And yet, I’m so close to having the next chapter finished, it’s infuriating.

It would all have been perfect, if it wasn’t for the fact Louis’s thoughts could barely stray from wondering about what Liam was doing, turning everything else to white noise. Which was stupid, because Liam was obviously doing exactly the same thing as him, one door away.

Which made the fact he somehow missed Liam’s sly entrance into his dressing room all the more ironic. Louis sprung up from his chair the second he spotted him talking pleasantly with his mum. “Everybody out!” Louis shouted, drawing everyone’s gaze towards him. “I’ve got a score to settle with Payno here,” he added in lieu of an explanation, standing in the middle of the room with his hands shoved in his pockets, rocking on his feet.

People rolled their eyes and started filing out of the dressing room, Louis herding them out with his arms outstretched, until there was no one left but Liam. Louis closed and locked the door, then took a deep breath. Moment of truth, then. He guessed it was a good sign Liam had stayed in the room, at least.

He turned around to find himself nose to nose with Liam. “Well hello there,” he said, trying for casual but his voice not quite matching the tone. It had been a long, frustrating day.

“I’m going to kiss you, alright?” Liam said, not bothering with small-talk, bracketing Louis’s shoulders with his arms, eyes fixed on Louis’s lips.

And there you go! Feel free to yell at me any time about any of these WIPs. I’ll be grateful, seriously.

Tagging @ferryboatpeak, @saysthemagpie, @queerlyalex and @1000-directions. :)