Prompts
Series Metadata
Listing Series
-
Love Me in the Night by Diaryofanarcissisticgayman for niallincolor
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
20 Apr 2015
Tags
Summary
It was doomed from the start really. They knew that better than anyone. That didn’t stop them though, didn’t stop this unbreakable bond from forming. It didn’t stop them from falling in love from the first time they met. And it didn’t stop the blade that ended everything.
Series
- Part 1 of Prompts
-
Tags
Summary
In Harry’s defense it was really hot today. It was hot, and he had a black car with black leather seats because he thought it looked cool when he bought it. It wasn’t cool during summer though. It was blistering hot, so when he drove to work he did everything he could to keep himself from dying of heatstroke. That included rolling down all the windows, and the stupid bloody sunroof.
That might not have been a problem if he hadn’t parked under a tree in a vain attempt to keep the temperature down, or if he had remembered that he had done it when he rolled his windows back up. But he did, and he hadn’t, and that combination led to his downfall and this whole stupid situation.
Series
- Part 2 of Prompts
-
Write Your Name on My Skin to Tell Me That You Love Me by Diaryofanarcissisticgayman
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
21 May 2015
Tags
Summary
“I don’t think I like your attitude.” Niall harrumphs, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. “It’s not as nice as your face.”
“Complain all you want. It’s not going to change my mind.” the brunet with the nice face, though he prefers to call himself Harry, replies casually, leaning onto his elbows and smiling playfully at Niall. “Not only is it a horrid idea, it’s actually illegal.”
Series
- Part 3 of Prompts
-
Tags
Summary
Harry doesn’t even understand it at first, some word hissed out so quietly that he can barely hear it, followed by a round of giggles. He looks around, but he can’t pinpoint the location of the disturbance, and goes back to scanning over his notes, trying to decipher his own chicken-scratch handwriting that he’d hurried out to keep up with the professor’s rapid speech.
The second time it happens, just a few moments later, he can hear that it’s a word rather than just a ‘pssst!’. He still can’t understand it though, and whoever is saying it must be hidden behind a bookcase, because he once again can’t find them. It goes on this way for another three occurrences until it’s finally loud enough that Harry can make out the word ‘Penis!’
Series
- Part 4 of Prompts
-
Tags
Summary
“Hiya!” comes a slow, deep drawl behind Niall, making him nearly leap out of his skin in surprise.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Niall yelps, whipping around to find the source of the voice.
“Oh, you’re Irish.” says a thoroughly amused looking demigod. He’s probably not actually a demigod, but Niall isn’t sure that actual humans look like that without makeup and Photoshop. He’s never seen a guy as gorgeous as this long haired brunet with sparkling green eyes and a mouth that can only be described as obscene, who’s leaning on the fence. “That explains the rude language.”
“You scaring the living daylights out of me explains the language.” Niall huffs. “Something I can help you with mate? ‘M kinda busy if ya hadn’t noticed.”
“I um- I’m your neighbor.” the brunet stammers, obviously taken aback with Niall’s attitude. “Harry Styles.”
“Niall Horan.” he returns. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. Just stressed, y’know? Gotta figure out how to get all this inside by myself, and preferably before sunset, because I don’t know if any of my lightbulbs work, and I’d rather not find out while I’m trying to navigate a mattress upstairs by myself.”
“I could help you.” Harry offers.
Series
- Part 5 of Prompts
-
Tags
Summary
He rips the door open with the angriest look he can muster while covered in beer, ready to behead someone, but all that comes out is a strangled “Uh- Wha?”
It’s his neighbor. Well- Technically he lives four flats down, but Niall thinks that’s definitely close enough to call a neighbor. Niall doesn’t know almost anything about him, except that he’s really bloody gorgeous. Gorgeous, with long brown hair, and lips so pink and plump that Niall wouldn’t be surprised if they were as fake as one of the Kardashians’, and pretty much naked, revealing a multitude of tattoos that Niall hadn’t guessed were there. And yeah, Niall has had pretty much this exact fantasy before, except he wasn’t covered in beer, and the other bloke didn’t look bloody terrified.
“I need your help.” Hot-neighbor-guy rushes out, his voice teetering on the edge of full blown panic as he stammers “I- I know that- That we don’t really- Really know each other- but-”
“Mate, slow down.” Niall sighs. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s in my shower!” the lad squawks.
Series
- Part 6 of Prompts
-
All Tongues, the Voice of Souls, Give Thee that Due by Diaryofanarcissisticgayman
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
19 Jul 2015
Tags
Summary
“You know full well that you were staring at one of the Forbidden Ones!” Louis hisses.
“The Forbid- Christ Tommo, he’s an English teacher, not Voldemort.” Niall scoffs.
“I get that you’re new here, but there’s a way things work Horan.” Louis says haughtily. “Teachers of math and sciences don’t fraternize with the language department drones. They just don’t.”
Series
- Part 7 of Prompts
-
Bluer than Sapphires, Brighter than Diamonds by Diaryofanarcissisticgayman
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
20 Jul 2015
Tags
Summary
His mother had begged him not to take the job, said that it was too dangerous. She had awful fantasies of him being riddled with bullets, dead at the hands of some nameless thief who would escape into the night with a million pounds in jewels and Niall’s life. Maura had far too active of an imagination if you asked Niall.
The reality of Niall’s job was far less interesting (and thankfully far less violent) than his mother’s irrational flights of fancy. The fact of the matter was that working as a security guard at a jewelry store was boring. Mind-numbingly so in fact, especially for a nineteen year old. Niall spent most of his day sat on a stool with no back in the corner of the store, watching little old ladies come and go, fussing over broaches and the occasional set of pearls.
Series
- Part 8 of Prompts
-
Tags
Summary
“I- I uh- I’ve never done this before.” the lad admits. Harry has heard the line a thousand times before. Nobody ever wants to admit that they have except his regulars, but the trepidation in the guy’s tone makes him wonder if this time it’s true. He certainly sounds nervous enough. “Over the phone I mean. Not- I’ve done it before. I just- Yeah.”
“Don’t worry Baby.” Harry croons, letting his persona slip into place. “I’ll take care of you.”
“O-Okay.” the lad breathes out, his voice dropping a bit and Harry knows he has him hooked. That was easy, especially for a newbie. “Okay, yeah.”
“What do you like Baby?” Harry asks, flipping over on his bed and pulling up his wish-list on Amazon to take a look through it. There’s a few things on there that he’s close to being able to afford, and a pair of boots catches his eye. He won’t even have to keep the guy going for long. Ten minutes at most.
“What do you mean?” the guy asks, and Harry has to suppress a groan at the innocence in the Irish lilt. Yeah, it probably really is this guy’s first time.
Series
- Part 9 of Prompts