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niall-ate-mynamee · 4 months

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It really is the best song ever 💚

#niall horan #one direction #harry styles #liam payne #zayn malik #louis tomlinson #zianourry #best song ever #music

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eturnul · 3 months

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ok so.

trying to broadcast for rp partners again because all my partners ghost 😃

i’m 25.

i will only rp on discord, user: fxhx

i only rp m/m, no oc’s ever

ships i enjoy: zarry, lirry, zourry, zirry, and zianourry and i usually prefer to play top zayn or bottom/switch liam

as for plots, i am open to a lot and it can be open for discussion. obviously enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, angsty shit, slow fucking burns, abo dynamics, open to a lot. open to doubles, but not a requirement.

no’s: domestic violence, eating disorders, terminal illness, feminization, a sub who is too subby or mindless in a way that leaves the plot wanting, one line replies, mpreg (like i caaaaan, but it’s not my fav and i would prefer not to)

3rd person replies only, smut WILL be happening

i like to start w text starters and continue until it makes sense to transition into paragraphs.

looking for someone that knows how to communicate when they’re bored or not enjoying the rp so that we can fix something or just start fresh as opposed to someone who just stops replying. 🫶🏼

you can message me on here or add me on discord and answer the following:

1. what time is it for you rn?

2. preferred ships?

3. preferred character?

4. top/bottom/switch?

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franticapologies · 1 year

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looking for one direction rp partners!!

it has gotten to that time again where i am looking for more people to rp with! i am not too picky length wise, but prefer to keep it between 2-10 sentences per reply.

i only rp with people over 18!!

some things i LOVE:

BDSM

kinks

soft domestic

still in the band au

age regression

disability aus

some things i don’t love:

incest

rape play

sexual age play

water sports

self harm

suicide

i typically play harry and/or niall, and i will only play the submissive role. i am down for almost any of the ships within 1d! no oc’s please!!

message me on here or discord hazza.my.boo#7379 if you’re interested!!

#one direction rp #larry roleplay #rp #one direction roleplay #zianourry #roleplay #larry stylinson roleplay #au #1d roleplay #1d rp

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1dpromptwriting · 1 year

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Soooo I was wondering - is Tumblr still a thing??

I see the notifications from time to time of someone liking my writing but how many of you are still there?

It‘s been five years since I‘ve last posted on here, since I‘ve written anything. Life has been super hectic but also super amazing to me and I never left our fandom. I just had so much stuff going on that I usually only read stories instead of writing but guess what? I started writing again.

Looking through my To-Do list made me so excited so I just wanted to check in if anyone would even be interested in me posting stuff again?

Karin Xx

#zianourry #writing #one direction #larry #ziam #narry #prompt #lirry #niam #zarry #nouis #1dfanfic #zouis #lilo #ziall #harry centric #louis centric #lourry #1dfanfiction #niall centric

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sweetsubharry · 4 months

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hi do you have any ot5 harry-centric fics? xx

I have two you might like love! Unfortunately a lot of the ones I was following got discontinued so these are the only complete ones! These are very ot5 centric in a romantic way but if you mean friendship ot5 with a larry base lmk and I can give you more ;)

It takes a village by Karin1232

“Hey Harry, are you okay?” Mitch, Harry’s bassist asked as he looked at the younger boy who was holding onto the microphone stand with both of his hands, not really doing anything.

“Harry?”, Clare questioned as well as she walked over from where she was standing behind her piano. She quickly noticed that Harry was breathing quite fast even though he didn’t do anything else than standing here. His eyes were glazed over, fixed on the floor in front of him.

Clare gently placed her hand on Harry’s shoulder startling him slightly but pulling him out of his trance nevertheless.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said as he snapped out of his thoughts. “I just zoned out for a minute.”

the one where Harry is on his solo tour. He is depressed so One Direction teams up to make him feel better again.

Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker by Karin1232

“It’s set then,” Nate told them, looking everyone in the eyes before continuing, “If you work hard and give 100 percent every single time it won’t even be that much!”

“Sure,” Niall scoffed, laughing.

“Niall,” Liam scolded his band mate, sounding a little bit like a father, making Niall roll his eyes.

“I mean it. This is ridiculous,” the blond boy argued. “Look at this,” he said, holding up the paper to prove his point. “We have like one free day every three weeks. I just don’t think that this will help any of us or Harry for the matter!”

OR the one where Harry has suffered from depression, One Direction is about to go on tour again and even though everyone is around he is still slipping through the cracks again

TRIGGER WARNING: Depression, Self-Harm, throwing up (Bulimia)

#ask lots #lottie fic rec #larry stylinson fanfiction #larry stylinson #harry #louis #ot5 #one direction #zianourry #fanfic #fic rec

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zianourryisforever · 1 year

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Caring for Zayn: 1D Fanfiction

(remember, in no way is this supposed to represent the boys. This is merely fanfiction and basically has nothing to do with them)

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Zayn couldn't remember the last time he felt so ill. Maybe it was when he forgot to take a coat outside when it was raining in western London, or when Johnny, the new guy on his management team, yelled at him for an hour because his voice wasn't 'up to date'.

Zayn buried his head in his pillow in the single hotel room they shared (no other room was available and they wouldn't want it any other way anyway). He felt Harry rise from his side of the bed, his lips kissing the side of Zayn's head before sighing and going towards the kitchen. He opened his eyes just wide enough to watch Harry make tea and turn on the bright lights. He groaned and through the white duvet over his head.

In true Zayn fashion, he used his arms to get up, stretching like a seal before he collapsed back down. Weird, it wasn't like his arms to be this weak. His head lolled to the other side, watching as Niall scrolled through what he believed to be social media.

"Nialler?" Niall hummed, a sign that he'd heard Zayn. "Can you get me a glass of water?" And suddenly, it hurt to look at Niall again; Zayn covered his face with his tattooed covered hand, whimpering softly as needles started to prick his brain.

Thankfully (or perhaps unthankfully), Niall didn't hear him and went to the kitchen, talking rather loudly to Harry. Zayn hissed and covered his ears as Louis, who until that moment was drowsily trying to start his day, lost his temper with Niall. Zayn's protectiveness flared up, but only for a moment. Niall didn't seem to be bothered; it was too much effort to try and yell at Louis anyway.

"Here you go, darling," the Irish boy put a glass of water next to Zayn's bedside table. His voice was still incredibly loud and Zayn couldn't help but turn from the noise. "Zayn?" A pair of cold hands, too cold hands, grabbed Zayn's bare shoulders and turned him up, sending Zayn into a near faint. The lights were too bright, the lights were too bright.

"You're too hot," Niall commented, a frown upon his soft face. Zayn, even though he felt absolutely shitty, felt a smirk growing on his face.

"Really, love?" Zayn tilted his chin up, letting his lips brush gently against Niall's. Niall rolled his eyes and kissed him lovingly before standing up, letting his fingers turn through Zayn's long hair. Zayn arched his back, sending a snicker through Louis.

"Shut up, Tommo,"

"You're so cute," Louis replied, jumping on the taller boy, thinking that the noise of discomfort was just his sudden weight against the leaner boy. "And damn, Niall's right," something akin to concern crossed his eyes before it disappeared. Louis looked up and Zayn, being the curious lad he was, looked up to what could've caught his attention so quickly.

Suddenly, Zayn felt a flutter go through his chest as Liam walked through the door, shirtless, covered in sweat, (he scrunched his nose up at the awful smell) and with a small towel wrapped against his shoulders. Liam frowned as he looked at the disgruntled and sleepy looks of Zayn and Louis and the almost opposite cheery looks of Niall and Harry.

Liam came and sat on the edge of Louis and his bed, watching as Louis lost interest and started pecking Zayn all over his annoyed face. "You do know that we have to be in the studio in ten minutes, right?" He started to wipe himself down and pulled Louis off of Zayn, kissing the eldest's soft jawline.

"Why?" Zayn moaned, going underneath the covers. He had forgotten that today was the first practise session in London. "Can we not?" He wanted, no needed, more sleep.

"It's only going to be for four hours," Niall pointed out, picking up Zayn's untouched glass of water. He held the glass up to his lips and instead of Zayn just taking the glass from Niall, he began to sip eagerly. Niall, after a moment's shock, sat down and supported Zayn's head as he drank nearly the entire glass. "Honestly, you're too hot,"

Harry perked up, having come back from changing into his plain white t-shirt and blue jeans. "Woah, Niall. Don't you think it's a little too early for that now?" Even though he was the youngest, Harry enjoyed teasing Niall about things like that.

"It's not like that, Hazza," Zayn could almost see the pout on Niall's face. "He really is rather warm," Liam gently got Louis off him, ignoring his grumbles as he reached across and put his hands against Zayn's neck.

"Oh my God, guys he's burning up!"

Zayn got up, his protesting muscles aching. "Oh, don't go all 'Daddy Direction' on me Payno," his hands locked tightly against each other around Liam's neck as he hauled himself up. Niall supported his back as Louis picked Harry to curl up against.

"You look awful, dear," Harry's deep voice rumbled, his fingers absentmindedly twirling in Louis' hair. "We can always do it tomorrow,"

"I promise I'll be careful," Zayn said, standing up and stretching. His breath shortened as he realised all eyes were on him. He kissed Harry's head softly before wandering into the bathroom, not knowing where this day was going to lead him.

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The new guy, Johnny, took Zayn by the hand, his voice cheerful but his grip anything but. He waved to the other boys and announced that he'd just be taking Zayn away to fix his makeup. Harry joked with the others that Zayn was just perfect without makeup. Zayn disagreed immensely. He was ugly and nothing to anyone. Except for maybe the boys. But he bet that they didn't think he was a good boyfriend; they probably were with him because it'd be awkward if they weren't.

"What the fuck, Malik," of course, you could never tell if the management people were going to be nice to Zayn or not. "I told you that you needed to add those high notes in there!" He let him go roughly and Zayn stared as his wrist turned red.

"My throat hurts," Zayn mumbled, coughing harshly. It was worse than this morning. His chest was killing him. "Please, just let me take a little break," he needed a nap. A nap with his boys. Even though they didn't love him, Zayn loved them so much.

"No," Johnny snarled, his nails biting into Zayn's wrist. His other hand slammed against Zayn's bottom lip, making him cry out. "If you say a fucking word, then you'll regret it," Zayn knew he was referencing the boys, so he nodded quickly. He bit his lip, wincing as he felt flushed and bruised skin. "You're useless, boy. Remember that,"

Zayn walked around the corner back to his boys. Without looking at him, Harry looped his arm around the small of his back. Louis came closer, his morning attitude apparently gone and tried to kiss Zayn, his hands wrapping sneakily against Harry's waist. Zayn ducked his head, wincing in pain as Louis' lips barely grazed his. Instead of the hot kiss Louis was expecting, Louis ended up kissing the top of his head, a small sound of confusion escaping his lips as he stared at his boyfriend. Zayn kept his head down as the conversations stopped. Damn it, he should've just let Louis kiss him. Then all this unnecessary attention wouldn't be on him.

"What's wrong, babe?" Louis asked, trying to catch Zayn's eye. Harry put a soft but forceful grip on his chin, forcing him to look up. Louis' happy and confused expression immediately disappeared. He snarled, taking Zayn into his arms. Niall's hands were on his face as they tried to calm down.

"Is it really that bad?" Louis' grip tightened on Zayn's waist almost painfully before Liam brought him to the couch, making him sit on his lap as he checked out his face. Zayn adverted his eyes as Liam brought in Zayn for a hug.

"What happened?" Niall asked, the only one who seemed to be acting pretty normal. Liam looked like a lost puppy, Louis was angrily seething against the wall and Harry . . . The youngest One Direction member looked like he was about to cry.

Zayn opened his mouth, ready to spill anything and everything that Johnny had said and done, but instead coughed. Hard.

"Breath, babe," and Louis was at his side at once, holding his hands as he talked like he would with Harry when he had an asthma attack. "It's okay, just breath in and out," Zayn's breathing slowly matched with Louis' as the eldest slowly sat down next to Liam. "What happened, Zayn?"

Zayn suddenly gained some of his self-control back; he couldn't tell them. Not now. "Can't tell you," he replied with pleading eyes, facing Louis as he buried his head in Liam's broad shoulder. Louis' eyes turned stern as Zayn heard the door close with an audible click. Damn it, Harry.

"C'mon, Malik," Harry said, calmly kneeling down in front of them. Even though Zayn couldn't see his face, which he imagined had tears running down it and those beautiful green eyes blinking with something nearly akin to love, he did feel Harry's large hands running up and now his spine.

"Johnny hit me," he mumbled, so soft that only Liam would hear. He yelped as his hands dug into his hips but they quickly loosened as Niall hit them. "He said that I was -" he stopped, not daring to get Johnny in trouble.

"What, darling?" Niall asked, sitting on Liam's other side and running a few fingers through his long hair. Liam's hands trailed upwards to his neck, where they touched the tattooed words engraved on his collarbone. Harry's hands were still running up and down his back and Zayn found it rather hard not to melt right then and there.

"I was useless," Zayn whispered fearfully. He was the residential 'bad boy' of the group, but even he was scared shitless of Johnny's tall frame (taller than Harry) and burly body. (more muscles than Liam.)

"I want you to listen to me very carefully, Zayn," Harry said roughly, hopping over the couch so that he could look Zayn dead in the eye. "You are the most beautiful, talented, extraordinary person in the world and nothing will ever change that," Niall nodded along, taking Zayn's hand in his.

"Darling, don't listen to whatever that man fucking said," Zayn raised his eyebrows as Niall swore; it wasn't like him to unless the situation was extremely serious. Louis didn't say anything, but judging by the murderous gleam in his eyes, he bet that Johnny would get a solid talking to soon.

"We'll get him fired, Zayn," Liam promised, kissing his eyebrow gently. "But for now, we'll cuddle," Harry's eyes lit up from the promise and he to the corner, the pile of pillows obviously there for the occasion. With some gentle prodding from Niall, Louis got up too, helping pull out the couch as Zayn stood up supported by Liam's chest.

Zayn snickered as Harry and Louis stood back, admiring their makeshift cuddle spot. Liam gently shoved Zayn against the onslaught of pillows and collapsed gently on top of him, rolling them over so that he was sitting up and Zayn was leaning casually against his chest. Niall was on the left, sitting against both of them and tilting his head back, enjoying it Zayn massaged his hand and Liam kissed him lightly. Louis took the right, sitting in the same position Liam was and opened his arms up for Harry to fall into. Zayn let his other hand start twirling around in Harry's hair, making him gasp in delight.

But suddenly, the boys' moment was ruined by a simple observation. "What the fuck is on your wrist," Louis snarled, grabbing his hand as Zayn hissed. "Did he hurt you?" After seeing the pain and plain truth in Zayn's eyes, Louis got up, knocking Harry's head over in the process. Zayn chilled; if Louis didn't even apologise to their youngest boyfriend, then you knew something was up.

"I'll be back," he promised, seething as he slammed the door behind him. Harry and Zayn exchanged glances, unsure whether to be worried for Johnny, Louis, or both.

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"He's gone," Louis said, satisfied. Zayn watched with wide eyes as he sat down, wisely choosing not to say a word. Liam reached over and kissed him gently as Harry made himself comfortable on Louis' lap. Louis grabbed Zayn's wrist carefully, wrapping it in gauze. Zayn resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Thank you, love," he said instead, stealing him momentarily from Liam and kissing him passionately. He immediately pulled away as he started to cough again, hiding his face in his arms.

"Why don't we go home and watch old movies?" Niall asked, looking down at the boys. Harry looked ready to complain, obviously not wanting to get comfortable for the third time. "Then, we can really take care of Zayn,"

Zayn wasn't sure in what way Niall was talking about, but he did know that he couldn't wait to find out

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f0restmen4ce · 8 months

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Orange Peels

a One Direction OT5/Zianourry oneshot

Summary: They knew each other better than they knew themselves. He could tell who was who just by the touch of his fingertips on theirs; by the heat of their breaths on his exposed cool skin.

The five of them, untouchable.

there’s not enough OT5/Zianourry fics so i wrote one instead of studying for my positive psych exam.

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That we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.

It was hard to pinpoint exactly when they became one instead of five. The transition between strangers to friends to lovers were so blurred that he supposed they just faded into it. It was familiar, like something they’ve done so many times before.

Niall can remember the first time they had properly met, back in the X Factor competition. It was almost tangible - all the hopes and dreams and passion from each and every contestant waiting for their turn backstage - and Niall could feel his own dreams thrumming in his chest and surging through his veins like he was made of fantasy.

He listened attentively to the contestants, hearing the way they poured their all into the songs they sang as if that was all they ever were and he started biting his nails. And when he got through, his heart soared higher than any bird or plane, completely blinded by the stage lights. For a little while, he thought ‘it can't possibly get any better than this.’

But he was wrong and he couldn’t have been happier about it. When the five were told yes at the judge’s house, Niall felt as if he were flying, head up high in the clouds and his feet nowhere close to the ground. Like all he had to do was stretch his arms and his fingertips will scrape against the surface of a star but this time there were four other hands, all reaching for the same star, the same dream. Faintly, he had registered several pairs of hands grabbing for his shirt and hair and the boys, the ones he met not so long ago, were yelling in his ear and when he looked at them all, he knew they were going to be alright.

Within days, they had each other memorized like their own palm lines, talking and spilling and giggling and laughing like they’ve known each other their whole lives, and Niall was certain he had never had anything like it before. There were almost no lines to cross, nothing was too much or too little. Secrets were uttered out in the dead of night from blanket-covered lips, fears and dreams mumbled during all-nighters under the cover of a quiet movie and its’ sharp contrasting lights. It was only them and he loved them.

Niall supposed they should’ve crashed back down at some point - stop being so clingy and touchy and affectionate so openly when they were in a competition and start acting more like the boys from school - but they never did. Every performance was a thrill and he was holding onto the sun like it was a balloon on a string - beaming, singing, loving every second of everything. When they weren't rehearsing or performing, all five would be in their shared bedroom, on the large bed that they made simply by pushing and throwing all the blankets, pillows, and mattresses in the middle of their floor.

It was a mess but it was their mess and it was warm and cosy and they were Niall's home away from home. Clothes were strewn around the room and just like that, they begun sharing. They did try to clean up a bit whenever a camera is about to film their room but it always returned to the comfortable chaos that it was when nighttime hit anyway.

There wasn’t really a time where Niall could say his feelings for them deepened or when their touches and words started to have double meanings. He fell so fast that all he had to do was blink and he was drowning in the depths of Louis’ eyes, the warmth of Liam’s hold, the crackling passion of Harry’s love, and suffocating himself in the safety that Zayn exuded. Their love curled around him like a blanket during Christmas, feeling as though he had been given a hot cup of chocolate as the snowflakes drifted past their windows, with each sip warming his insides. It was like everything had changed but nothing did at the same time.

And he knew he wasn’t the only one because Harry had trouble dragging his eyes off of them whenever they had interviews, and Zayn let his touches linger longer than he used to, and Louis would sit back and smile at them contently whenever he thought no one was looking, and Liam would touch them like they were all made of glass. It was as easy and natural as breathing, and trying to fight against it would be as hard as swimming against a current so what else were they supposed to do but fall right in?

They knew each other better than they knew themselves. He could tell who was who just by the touch of his fingertips on theirs; by the heat of their breaths on his exposed cool skin.

With every new song, their excitement grew and grew, and there’s so much that it just wants to burst out of Niall’s skin so he goes and touches Harry - grinning so hard that Niall was almost scared his face would split and he’d lose his dimples - just to share his feeling, to give him at least a little piece of his joy, to tell him I’m so happy and excited and I must tell you because it’s so important to me and I love you but Harry was already there. And so was Louis, and Liam, and Zayn.

All of them, so close and so happy, singing and laughing into each other’s mouths. Someone’s playing a sort of instrument that can barely be distinguished in the loud chaos of music but it’s there and Niall feels it buzzing in the air. The five of them, getting a taste of immortality, even if it was just for those few minutes.

The five of them, untouchable.

It was like being in the middle of a thunderstorm, air crackling and spitting with electricity as lightning struck the ground around them, each strike close enough to make his hair stand on end. Like being stranded in the middle of the ocean, lacking a life jacket and the knowledge on how to swim, only holding onto each other to keep each other afloat. And he knew, running deep and wholly through every bone and fibre in his being, that even if they didn’t get put in a group during the X Factor – if they never got to experience all the wonderful and tragic things they’ve experienced together in the past four years – they would’ve found their way to each other eventually.

Niall didn’t think he would believe in soulmates. Every time he’s heard of it, it sounded like a fairytale that was too good to be true; a person who just knows you and loves you and finds you whenever they can, wherever they can. But as he looked over at his four boys, pure adoration scribbled messily all over his face, Niall would think it was ridiculous of him to not believe it. How could he not when the proof was right there?

Infinity times infinity times infinity times infinity. Let there be light, let there be light, let me be right.

#one direction #harry styles #niall horan #zayn malik #louis tomlinson #liam payne #ot5 #zianourry #writing #x factor #1d #takes place in 2014

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harryohlarry · 11 months

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I’m looking to larry mpreg roleplay. no triggers so suicide is not a problem. message me on ig if you’re interested. harryohlarry is my insta.

#one direction #harry styles #louis tomlinson #niall horan #liam payne #larry mpreg #niall mpreg #rbb #zianourry mpreg #larry roleplay #roleplay #fanfic #fanfiction #larry fanfiction

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ao3feed-ziall · 8 months

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Orange Peels

Orange Peels https://ift.tt/wDyYvRu by LimeJuice14 They knew each other better than they knew themselves. He could tell who was who just by the touch of his fingertips on theirs; by the heat of their breaths on his exposed skin. The five of them, untouchable. Words: 1205, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of a small fruit basket Fandoms: One Direction (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne Relationships: Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Harry Styles, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik, Niall Horan/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne/Harry Styles, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles Additional Tags: Fluff, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Metaphors, X Factor Era (One Direction), OT5-centric (One Direction), OT5, Niall Horan-centric, zianourry - Freeform, also takes place in 2014, No Smut, One Shot, Overuse of the word ‘and’, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, i used the comma a lot, Not Canon Compliant, Boys In Love, Not Beta Read via AO3 works tagged 'Niall Horan/Zayn Malik' https://ift.tt/YfjiqbG September 06, 2023 at 10:44AM

#zayn malik #niall horan #Ziall #Horlik #One Direction #1D #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

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niall-ate-mynamee · 7 months

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note: well…here’s a little one shot for Nialler’s birthday (let’s pretend i didn’t post this 3 days after, yeah? ;))

hope you enjoy! <3

i haven’t proof read this, so any mistakes, please let me know!

It was Niall’s 30th birthday. He was alone. Sure, he had plenty of friends he could’ve invited over and drank until he passed out, but he wanted to be alone. He was missing his boys today. His boys.

Louis, the idiot, the prankster, his partner in crime. Oh, how he missed the laughs they had on and off camera. Louis was the one who could make him laugh in the midst of a breakdown.

Liam, “daddy direction” as everyone called him. His best friend. The man who had a heart of gold, but had demons he had been fighting and overcame. Liam would hold him tight when things got too much.

Harry, his younger-older brother. The man who Niall knew would always be loved by millions around the world and could be on tour every single day for the rest of his life and still have sold out shows. The man who would stay up all night when Niall couldn’t sleep.

Even Zayn, his brother from another mother. The man who protected Niall, no matter the circumstance or consequences. Who showed his love every single day. He would sit silently when Niall would rant and rave about the difficulties he experienced.

Niall missed them. Beyond anything. He knew they were all living their best lives and he was forever proud of everything they achieved. He’d follow their journeys. Their music was indescribable. He had all their albums, listened to them every single day. He’d watch back old interviews and One Direction videos just to feel closer to them.

But, all he ever wanted, was to see them again, hang out with them again, have a massive party, just the five of them. Was that too much to ask?

He was turning 30 now, and the only gift he wanted was them. Don’t get him wrong, the gifts, cards, texts and countless messages he’s received already from friends, family and fans are so amazing and he feels so cared about…but, there’s only four messages he’s yet to receive and if his heart is cracking every hour that passes with nothing, well, nobody has to know.

It’s nearing 5pm, the time his friends had asked him to be ready for because they have some surprise planned for him before they take him out for the night. Niall found it quite pathetic really, how a now-30 year old man was alone in his home moping about the past, but you’ll have to forgive Niall, because he’s never exactly been “normal”. He was always the odd one out.

When he was changed and ready, about to open up a beer to celebrate on his own before he would spend the rest of his day surrounded by people, there was a knock on the door. He bit back a groan, quickly taking a gulp from the bottle, while walking towards the door.

There was a second knock, and Niall rolled his eyes. Sometimes, his friends were so impatient. They knew he was in, and knew he was expecting them, so there was no need to knock more than once, dammit!

“I’ve told you before, if you keep knocking, I won’t-“ He froze as he opened the door, nearly dropping his beer, thinking he was going crazy, because there, standing right on his doorstep, grinning cheekily and arms full of gifts, and alcohol, were the only four people he wanted to see.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NIALLER!” They cheered, holding up various gifts wrapped neatly, cards with his name on, Louis of course had enough beer for them all to spend the entire next 12 hours drinking, and every single one of them had eyes sparkling with joy and love.

“Wh-what?” Is all he could choke out.

It was Liam who explained, “You didn’t think we’d ever forget your birthday, did’ya, Ni? Your mum had said you were celebrating alone this year, and we couldn’t have that, could we, boys?” Liam threw a wink to Niall as the boys nodded, “Thought we’d drop by and make sure you had some company. After all, you only turn 30 once!”

Niall was shocked. He couldn’t believe his boys were really here and standing just merely inches away from him. He could feel the tears gathering in his eyes and he thanked the gods his house was protected from any public passer-by’s.

“We love you, Neil, and we miss you…can we have the honour of celebrating your birthday with you?” It was Louis this time, and Niall choked on a sob before nodding frantically and launching himself on them and bringing them all into a group hug.

He could hear their laughter as their arms wrapped around him and held up tight. His nose was hit with all their scents and he breathed them in, making sure it was real and he hadn’t just gotten so drunk that he was hallucinating.

“You idiots…I miss and love you so much,” He whispered, not letting go. He felt a pair of arms under his thighs and he jumped slightly, wrapping his legs around whoever’s waist and feeling them carry him back into his house.

By the smell alone, he could tell it was Liam he was clinging onto, and he started to blush. It’s been over 8 years since he last was carried around by any of the boys like this, but he didn’t care in that moment, because he had his boys again and he’d be damned if he was letting them go now.

When they made it to the lounge, he lifted his head from where it was buried in Liam’s neck, and looked around. Louis was putting all the beers on the table (the one Niall had already was amongst the bunch and for a moment, he wondered how it got there because he didn’t remember putting it down or even letting go), Harry was placing all the gifts they had brought in a neat pile in the corner of the room, Zayn was putting multiple games (board and video), DVDs and CDs he had with him in separate piles on the other table and Liam still had a hold of Niall.

“What did ya wanna do first, Nialler? We’ve got films, music, games? Or we can give you your presents? The choice is all yours!” He heard Zayn ask, and Niall finally let go of Liam to look around at them all. He grinned and wiped at his eyes, making sure to take it all in and laughed, truly laughed, head thrown back and eyes sparkling with so much love and joy.

“You lads better have got me the most expensive gifts you could find, after all, I’m your favourite Irishman ever!” He joked, and everyone burst into laughter.

“Nah, I prefer Bobby Horan!” Harry smirked, earning himself a playful glare before being attacked by Niall and the two “babies” of their group ended up on the ground, and the laughter was even louder.

Five boys who grew into men back together. Their hearts beating as one, once again. Niall wouldn’t change anything for the world, because even though they’ve moved on from their past, and are all doing their own things, they’re family. No matter what life throws at them, they’ve always got four brothers ready to catch them.

Niall spent his 30th birthday with the people who meant more to him than he could ever describe. Niall would never celebrate another birthday alone ever again. He had his boys there for him, and he’d forever be grateful.

Maybe one day in the future, they’d make music together again, maybe they won’t, but either way, Niall had four brothers who he’ll forever love and cherish.

note: Happy birthday, Nialler <3

sorry it took me slightly longer to post, writers block has hit me hard lately!

i hope you guys enjoyed this, anyways! it’s slightly different to what/how i usually write, so let me know what you think! :)

i’ll be working on some prompts over the next few weeks, so there’ll be more coming very soon!

#niall horan #one direction #harry styles #zayn malik #liam payne #louis tomlinson #niall centric #niallerrr #zianourry #narry #nouis #niam #ziall #happy birthday niall!!#niall james horan #one direction one shot #one shot #happy 30th birthday nialler

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eturnul · 6 months

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omegle is dead 😩

rip but on the real, if ur down to rp pls dm, reblog this, like this, all the things

i only do 1d and mostly mxm but can sometimes be persuaded into fxm or fxf

#1d rp #ziam #ziam rp #zarry #zarry rp #zirry rp #zirry #zourry #zourry rp #zianourry #zianourry rp #lilo #lilo rp #zouis #zouis rp #lirry #lirry rp #one direction rp #1d roleplay

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ao3feed-larry · 10 months

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Harry Centric One-Shots

by Ghost_Girl666D

One shots for the one direction boys! (Mostly Harry) A lot of different things, punishments, spanking, smut, all the way to sickfics and fluff, the works. A bunch of relationships in here! Enjoy.

Behind closed doors what happens when one direction and a particularly disobedient Harry don’t follow the directions.

Words: 8883, Chapters: 2/9, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Harry Styles, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles, Liam Payne/Harry Styles, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan & Zayn Malik & Liam Payne & Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan & Liam Payne & Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Enemas, Punishment, Spanking, Icy-Hot, icyhot, Paddling, Dom/sub, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Embarrassment, Louis Tomlinson Calls Harry Styles Pet Names, Louis Tomlinson Loves Harry Styles, Bottom Harry Styles, Hurt Harry Styles, Established Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Top Louis Tomlinson, Dom Louis Tomlinson, Sub Harry Styles, Dom Louis Tomlinson/Sub Harry Styles, Group punishment, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Caring Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne & Louis Tomlinson Friendship, Strict Liam Payne, rectal thermometer, Anal thermometer, Doctor Louis Tomlinson, Doctor/Patient, Anal Probing, BDSM, Light BDSM, Bondage, Light Bondage, Ice Play, light watersports, occassional dom/sub, One Direction One Shot, OT5 Friendship (One Direction), Post-Zayn One Direction, zianourry - Freeform

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/UCMWnGQ

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #Harry Centric One-Shots #<p>by <a rel= href="/user

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ao3feed-zarry · 10 months

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Harry Centric One-Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yhS76UX

by Ghost_Girl666D

One shots for the one direction boys! (Mostly Harry) A lot of different things, punishments, spanking, smut, all the way to sickfics and fluff, the works. A bunch of relationships in here! Enjoy.

Behind closed doors what happens when one direction and a particularly disobedient Harry don’t follow the directions.

Words: 3593, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yhS76UX

#zarry #fanfic #one direction

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narrie · 1 year

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