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Touch Each Other [Narry]

Summary: An Anonymous request on Wattpad - “Can you maybe do a threesome with niall, but Niall and Harry also do stuff with each other. Like the girl is just watching and getting of by herself...”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, threesome!Narry, guyxguy actions, three way, dirty talk, oral (all), hair pulling, semi forceful actions (all consented of course!), very sexual innuendos, just absolutely filthy

Thank you for being so patient with me as I work on writing my new fan fiction. <3

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I found this picture on Pinterest so creds to owner!

“Hello, darling.” Harry greets you as he walks into the dining room where you sit, enjoying your lunch.

“Hey, baby.” You put down your fork and wipe your mouth, “Didn’t know you’d be home early. I would have grabbed you something.”

He smiles and shakes his head, “Ate at the studio with Mitch.” He sits down and looks at you and you instantly start smiling and you nod, “I called him.”

“What did he say?” Harry asks as he steals a few sips of your coffee.

You playfully glare at him and laugh, “He’ll be here for dinner.” Your eyes move up to his and a smirk grows slowly as he hands your coffee back to you, “Perfect,”

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Harry has always had a little crush on Niall, and vice versa.

“What do you want for dinner?” Harry leans over you and kisses your cheek as he lays an arm over your chest.

You close your eyes and hum as you lean your head back onto him, “Hmm.. surprise us.”

“Alright.” Harry kisses below your ear and slowly starts to suck a mark onto your skin, “I can’t wait for dessert.” He leans up and walks away, looking back at you with a smirk as he leaves you a tiny bit flustered.

The doorbell rings and before you can get up, Harry jumps out of the kitchen, “I’ll get it!” He yells quickly before taking a deep breathe, “I can get it, you stay.”

You can’t help but smile at how Harry acts when Niall comes over. He gets all shy and flustered and it’s so cute to you.

Little do they know, tonight is all about them. You’re just here for the show.

“Hey!” You walk over to Niall and he wraps you in his arms, “How was your flight?” You lean back and smile up at him, “Not too bad I hope.”

He smiles and scans his eyes over your face, “Oh it was awful.” He looks at Harry and you can see Niall’s lips turn into a smile, “Felt like I couldn’t get here fast enough.”

You see Harry’s eyes light up and he tries to play it cool, “Oh yeah. I’m sure.” He clears his throat, “I’m just getting dinner started so why don’t you go in and relax, I’m sure you’re exhausted, Ni.”

Niall shrugs and chuckles, “I got a second wind.” He gives Harry a wink and smiles back at you.

You smirk at Harry as you can see the blush on his cheeks grow darker, “I’ll grab us some drinks?” You look between them and Niall sighs, “That would be great, love.”

Niall shrugs off his jacket and walks to the living room as you follow Harry into the kitchen, “Don’t worry I’ll get out of your way in a second.” You tease as you know how Harry is when cooking.

As you’re pouring the dark red liquid into the simple wine glasses, “Would you like one?” You look at Harry who is leaned against the counter staring at you, “Sure, babe.”

You pour his and turn to give it to him. You didn’t realize he was that close until you seen the red wine instantly stain his white tee, “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

You quickly set the glass down and grab paper towels, dabbing it as quick as you can, all while mumbling to yourself.

“Hey, hey.” Harry grabs your hands and leans down to look at you, “It’s fine, babe. Relax.” He chuckles, “Are you nervous or something?”

You couldn’t lie to him, “Kind of. I had something a little different planned for tonight.”

His eyebrow raises and he nods, “Oh did you?”

You nod and look up at him, your eyes move down to the red stain again. Harry shakes his head and slips his shirt off, tossing it onto the counter, “We’ll worry about that later.”

“Whoa, couldn’t wait for me?” Niall asks as he walks into the kitchen, “That’s so unfair, I come all this way..” he starts laughing as he walks over to you and Harry.

“I, um.” You point to the crumbled shirt on the counter, “Harry’s shirt drank his wine.”

They laugh and you sigh, “Okay. Okay.” You put more wine in Harry’s glass and point to it, “I’m not touching it this time.”

He laughs and picks it up, “Get out of my kitchen.”

You roll your eyes and grab your glass with a smile, “Yes sir.” You give him a smirk as you walk out with Niall.

You make your way to the couch and you put on some quiet music, “So, how’s everything?” You sip your wine and listen to Niall speak.

“It’s been so much fun, exhausting, but I love every minute of it.” He sips his wine as his eyes trail up your legs and back to your eyes once he reaches your shorts, “Wouldn’t change a thing about it.”

You nod and you can feel yourself getting wetter, the thought of your plan coming together is exciting to you.

“We’ve missed you.” You say lowly before looking over at him, “A lot.”

He nods and plays with a stand of your hair, “Trust me, I’ve missed you guys. Texting and calling isn’t enough sometimes.”

You agree, “Oh I know. Harry went on the one day about how he wishes you were here more, but he tours too. He gets it. We both do.”

Niall smiles and nods, “It’s tough but that’s what makes these reunions so much more special..” he sips his wine and looks over at you, “And so much more fun.”

You smile and nod, “I will not argue with you on that one.”

“Everything going good in here?” Harry pops out of the kitchen and walks over to you and Niall. He sits down between you guys on the coffee table, “Dinner should be done soon.”

You and Niall both can’t help but look Harry’s naked torso up and down. You both were basically drooling over how hot your lover is just sitting there.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Niall says with a nod, “Got hotter since the last time I saw ya, H. Damn.”

Harry straightens up his posture and you can tell he was caught off guard but loves hearing that, “Mm, yeah. Could say the same thing about you.”

You pressed your fingers over your lips to contain a moan. Them flirting with each other is like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

Your eyes move back and fourth, looking at them as they continue their conversation.

“Y/n was telling me in the kitchen that she has a plan for tonight.” He smirks and bites his lip, “Weren’t ya baby?”

You sigh slowly and smile, “I may have something up my sleeve for tonight, yes.”

Nervousness gone.

“Oh yeah? Wanna tell us?” Niall leans into you and pokes your thigh, “I’m curious to know.”

Your eyes watch his hand as you smile, “We’ll talk about it over dinner.”

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“So your plan, baby. Tell us.” Harry looks at you from across the table and smirks. You bite your lip and tilt your head slightly, “My plan, yes.”

“I can’t wait to hear this.” Niall leans back and watches you as you lick your lips and smile, “I want to sit back and touch myself to the view of you guys doing whatever it is that you want to do.”

They’re both silent for a few minutes before Harry clears his throat, “Well, I’m done with dinner.”

“Yeah, me too.” Niall says quickly after Harry.

You laugh and stand up, “Then come on.” You smile and quickly run out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the bedroom.

Harry and Niall are keeping up with you and when you enter the room, Harry grabs you and pins you to the bed. His lips instantly attach to yours and you make out as Niall stands there watching.

He chews on his lip as undoes his pants, giving his cock more room to grow harder.

You moan against Harry’s lips and lift your hand from Harry’s back to reach out for Niall. Once he’s undressed, you feel his hand in yours and you pull him closer.

Harry’s lips leave yours and find Niall’s.

They moan against each other, finally getting what they’ve been craving since Niall left last time. You but your lip and scoot back so you can start undoing Harry’s pants.

You slide his boxers down to his thighs, letting his cock free. You do the same to Niall and you glance up, watching as their lips are desperate to kiss every inch of skin on their necks.

They both gasp and look down as you start to pump both of their cocks in your hands.

Harry on the right and Niall on the left.

Niall slides his hand up Harry’s torso, teasingly slow. Harry’s eyes move to Niall’s hand and he follows it all the way up until niall gently lays it on the side of his neck, pulling him in so he can crash his lips onto his.

“Fuck. This is so hot.” You whisper and lean in, pressing your lips to Harry’s cock. You slowly lean over to Niall, and press your lips to the head of his cock, too.

“Fuck.” Niall groans into Harry’s mouth. Harry’s grip tights on Niall’s waist, pulling his skin.

You start to slowly bob your head on Niall’s cock, working on taking more of him in your mouth. A hand lays on the back of your head, pushing down slightly.

You take a deep breathe before gagging around him. He lets out a loud moan as he feels himself slip into your throat, “Fuck, y/n, baby.”

You pull your head off, gasping as you look up at them. Harry looks down at you and lays a hand on your cheek, “You are so beautiful.”

You smile and wipe the corner of your mouth off and lick your lips, “Harry.” You whimper, “please.”

Harry leans down, pushing you back as his body hovers closely to yours, “Please what baby?”

Harry leans in, kissing your neck as Niall lays down beside you. His hand travels up and down the side of your body, lightly dragging his finger tips as he does, “Thought about you both so much.”

He leans in, kissing the other side of your neck, “So fucking hot seeing you two together.”

You let out a moan and spread your legs. They each rest their arm around your knee, keeping your legs spread open.

“Did ya think about her pussy?” Harry asks as he bites his lip, a dark and lustful look glazed over his eyes at he looks at Niall.

Niall slides his hand down your thigh and brushes his fingers over your pussy, “I thought about it a lot.”

You gasp and tilt your head back as his fingers slowly circle your clit, “Fuck.” You whimper as his pressure grows harder.

Harry leans down and connects his lips with yours as his hand plays with your boobs, “Feel good?” He whispers against your lips.

You nod, “Y-yes.” Your hands desperately search to grab onto something, “Fuck.” You moan loudly as Niall plunges his fingers into your pussy, curling his fingers repeatedly.

Harry slides his hand up your chest and wraps it around your neck. He leans in and bites gently on your ear lobe, “Cum for him, baby.”

Niall thrusts his fingers faster, hitting that spot with the tip of his fingers each time. Harry pulls you closer as he starts slowly rubbing your clit with his fingers.

You quickly fall apart, clenching Niall’s fingers with the walls of your pulsating cunt, “F-fuck. Yes! Yesyes.” You wiggle your hips and dig your nails into Harry’s shoulder, moaning and whimpering as you come down from your high.

“Good girl.” Harry whispers lowly in your ear, “Tell us what you want.”

You rest your head back and bite your lip at Niall pulls his fingers out of you, “I want..” you sigh and look at Niall, “You guys to touch each other.”

You slowly get up on your knees and move over to Niall. He wraps an arm around your waist and rests his hand on your lower back.

You pull him in to kiss him. Your lips move in sync with his and he moans lowly as you tug the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I want you to fuck each other.” You take his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling gently.

His fingers dig into your skin and you slide your hand down to his cock, “I want to watch you suck his cock.”

Harry moves in behind you, “I just want to feel that pussy first, baby.” Harry pulls your hips back and you move back slightly.

You guys get into a position to where Harry his rubbing the head of his cock onto your pussy, teasing you while you’re on your knees, bent over to suck Niall’s cock.

You swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, moaning lowly as you feel the spit run down over your pussy.

“I want No to suck you off of my cock.” Harry grips your hips as he buries his cock deep into your pussy, “Fuck.”

You moan around Niall’s cock, which causes him to gasp and buck his hips slightly. You gag and he moans louder, “Fuck, gag on my cock, baby.”

Harry slides a hand up your back, tangling it into your hair before he pushes you head down, slowly bobbing it up and down then switching to a slightly fast pace before stopping and letting go.

You pull off and Niall cups your cheeks, “ya alright?”

You smile and nod, biting your lip and furrowing your brows as Harry rams his cock into you, “Fuck, yes. Yes.”

You wrap your hand around Niall’s cock, slowly stroking your hand up and down. You rub your thumb over the tip slowly, smearing the precum around.

You lean, moaning as you lick it off, “Fuck.” You gasp and squeeze Harry’s cock with your walls, “H-Harry. Baby.” You look up at Niall, whining as he brushing hair from your face, “Cum for him, love.”

He slides a hand down to your boobs, playing and pinching each of your nipples as he leans down to kiss you.

You moan loudly and grab onto his arm as you feel yourself cum, “Fuck.” You tilt your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as Harry fucks you through your high.

You’re pretty sure you squirted, but you didn’t care. It felt too good for you to feel anything else but pleasure.

“Fuck, baby.” Harry slaps your ass cheek, “You ready?”

“I am.” You move to the head of the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

Niall and Harry waist no time. Their hands find their way to each others bodies and their lips press together, moving in a slow sexy synched motion.

You spread your legs and bite your lip as you watch Niall pull Harry closer to him closer to press his lips to Harry’s neck.

You grab your boobs with your hands, kneading them slowly, moaning as you watch Niall kiss down Harry’s chest.

“Fuck, Ni.” Harry groans lowly, “Missed you.”

Niall looks up at Harry him with his eyes and leans back slightly, “Did ya?”

Your hand travels down your body slowly, edging yourself with the arrival of your fingers to your clit.

Niall goes back to kissing Harry’s torso as he nods, “So much.” Harry whispers and furrows his brows as Niall kisses right above his cock.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and closes his eyes, waiting for Niall to go on.

Niall presses his lips gently along the length of Harry’s cock, taking him in between his lips when he reaches the tip.

You pinch your nipple with your other hand, moaning quietly as you watch Niall bob his head on Harry’s cock.

Harry’s head falls to the side as he moans, “Fuck.”

You press your fingers to your clit, circling at a slow, teasing pace, you really didn’t want to cum until they did, but you knew once Harry was done with Niall, you were going to fail achieving that goal.

Harry eventually pulls away and brings him back up to kiss him. You let out a moan, if it must have been loud because it caught their attention.

Their eyes flick over to you and they both turn their heads, “isn’t she fuckin sexy?” Harry leans down, rubbing the calf of your stretched out right leg.

“Sure is, H. M’actually kinda jealous of you.” Niall admits, “You get to touch her everyday.”

Harry smirks and runs a hand up Niall’s stomach. You watch as Niall starts stroking Harry’s cock again, keeping his eyes locked on his hand.

“Once I’m done with you, you can have all the time you want with her.” Harry whispers before leaning in to nip his ear and kiss down his neck.

Harry leans back and pulls himself away from Niall, moving up to sit next to you. He leans back and bites his lip, nodding at his cock as he looks at Niall.

Niall has always been a slut for Harry’s cock.

Just like you.

When ever you and Niall give Harry blowjobs together, it’s practically like you’re worshiping his cock.

You glance over at Harry, fingers still circling your clit, “Hi.”

He looks back at you and leans in to peck your lips, “Hi.”

You look at Niall and pull him up to you. You lean in to close the space, pressing your lips to his. His hand lays on your thigh, so close to your pussy.

You grab his hand and push it there. He leans back and glances over at Harry and Harry leans in and kisses him, “Change of plans.” He mumbles in between kisses.

You fought to keep your eyes open as Niall’s fingers curled inside of you.

You wanted to watch them do anything.

“F-fuck.” You gasp and arch your back against the headboard, “N-Ni-“ Is all you can get out before you watch Harry’s fingers slide onto your clit.

He presses hard and circles it quickly, “You like that?”

You nod quickly, moaning as you lean over and wrap your hand around his cock, “Yesyes.” You gasp and open your eyes, looking over at Harry.

He is stroking Niall’s cock, watching as his fingers move in and out of you, “Fuck, you’re so wet.” Harry looks up at you and pulls you into him by the back of the neck with his left hand.

You moan as your lips crash onto his and his fingers tangle tightly in your hair. He groans lowly as you speed up the pace of your hand.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans against your lips, “I need you again.” He reaches down and grabs Niall’s hand, pulling him around to you.

Harry’s hands grip your waist and you bite your lip as you straddle him. He looks into your eyes at he reaches out and pulls Niall closer to him.

You reach down to steady his cock while continues to look at him.

Your lips part as the head of his cock slips inside of you, instantly stretching you out. You tilt your head back slightly and push your self down more, “Fuck.”

Harry spits into his fingers and takes Niall’s cock into his hand. He slides his fingers up and down, sliding his spit around his cock.

“Niall.” You whine out and look over at him, “Let Harry suck your cock.”

He groans at your words, nodding as he moves up towards Harry.

You slide all the way down into Harry, causing Harry to look at you and dig his fingers into your hips, “Fuck, baby.” You moan and dig your nails into the sparrows tattooed on his chest.

He groans lowly, “C’mon, baby.. ya gotta move.”

Niall grabs his chin gently and turns his head towards him as you slowly start to move up and down his cock.

You open your eyes and watch as Harry’s lips part and Niall slips his cock in between them. Harry’s eyes roll back and flutter closed, moans muffled by Niall’s cock.

“Fuck, baby. Yes.” You moan quietly as you place your hands on his shoulders, “Oh fuck.”

You clench around him and drag your nails downward as you moan loudly.

As you slowly bounce through your high, you milk Harry of his.

His cock twitches as it’s shoved deep inside of you. Niall gasps as Harry moans around him, “Fuck.” He holds Harry’s head down on his cock as he groans.

Harry takes Niall’s cum and tilts his head back, swallowing as he smirks. He looks at you and pulls you in and he presses his lips to yours, instantly slipping his tongue in.

You moan quietly at the taste of niall still lingering on his tongue. He smirks against your lips and leans back, “Yeah?”

You bite your lip and nod, “Yeah.”

He nods and kisses your forehead, “As I said.” He moves to get off the bed and leans down to pecks your lips before standing up.

He smiles at you before looking at Niall, “Once I was done, you could have all the time with her.”

A smile appears on your lips quickly and you look up at Niall.

Harry winks at him before making his way to the chair, “Have fun.”

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laspocelliere · 8 months

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Day Three: Painting

(Free day, randomly sourced prompt.)

Ishgard was stifling.

Estinien moved through its streets like a ghost, aware of his recovering body and mind, but unfettered by both at last. The city’s streets were clean and bright in a way that he wasn’t certain he remembered before, during the war; something had changed in the stones themselves, something that allowed them to reflect sunlight properly for the first time in two thousand years.

Light, he mused to himself, keeping his head bowed as he moved through the misty underbelly of the Brume, that had come in a form that none of them could ever have predicted. Light that would most certainly move on from their city, but leave her undeniable traces nevertheless.

Around him, the city moved forwards. Lips that had once whispered illicit secrets and tidings of war now found new scandal in the development of the new government, the disillusionment of the church, the endless stretch ahead them to rebuild after the war, and the Warrior of Light.

Especially the Warrior of Light.

The former Azure Dragoon’s own words, by comparison, had gone dry once more after using up so many in his revelation after awakening in the infirmary. His mind, however, was sharp as ever, and he had been turning the events and life of the former Fortemp’s ward fervently around in his mind for several moons. She’d arrived in storm and snow with those companions of hers in tow, and had faced war and bloodshed with a steely eyed determination he’d never seen the equal of. Not even in his own reflection, as he sought revenge in dragonfire and violence for what had been done to his family.

And that, he supposed, was where the difference lay. His motives had lain steeped in rage, revenge, and retribution. Hers, meanwhile…hers, he’d yet to suss out. She moved through the world like a slash of colour or a bolt of light, irrevocably changing lives as she went and yet with narry a single word to be spoken on her own wants, or needs, during the entire affair.

It was perhaps that he was thinking on her at all that he found himself, suddenly and without warning, confronted with her face.

Or, at least, a rough approximation of her face. Peering out from a portraiture’s stall, the Warrior of Light’s eyes burned, fixed and unblinking, from a dozen different versions of her profile. Each painting was carefully brushed upon decorative wooden panels, porcelain icons, or delicate bronze pendants. The portraits depicted something close to her true appearance – enough to be unsettling – but nowhere close to capturing her true face.

Immediately, Estinien understood two things about the peddler’s sales pitch: First, this man intended to sell the likeness of the Warrior of Light as a Saint for a new age, in the same way Aymeric was already being hailed as a new definition of what it meant to be the Azure Dragoon.

Second, she would be absolutely livid if she knew of their existence.

“Interested?” The merchant’s smile was bright, if a little naive, and peering out from cheeks roughened red and raw from the relentless winter winds. A recent arrival to the city, then, trying to scrape together mostly-honest gil by taking advantage of the changing signs of the times.

Rather than reply immediately, Estinien took a moment longer to look at the various versions of the Warrior’s face, each one not managing to fully capture exactly her likeness. Once by one, the renderings missed the elusive way her emotions played across her eyes if you knew how to look, or the particular tilt of her chin when she was unsatisfied with the way a conversation was turning, all of which composed features that no one who met her could ever seem to decide were attractive or not.

He saw nothing of the woman he knew in this soft, Madonna-like figure portrayed before him.

For one brief, foolish moment, Estinien considered purchasing one, if only to give to the only person who would have benefitted from seeing her face again once she inevitably left.

Instead, he levelled his gaze at the merchant. “You would blaspheme this blatantly, then? By turning her likeness into holy mockery?”

“Not mockery, ser!” The man’s face was earnest, even as it betrayed a flicker of doubt. “She is a Saint, as surely as Halone is righteous. She came in from the wilderness and brought Nidhogg low, granting us new peace and everlasting serenity in a new age under the heavens!”

Something like his old bitterness and resentment, newly cooled and all the more unfamiliar for it, rose painfully in Estinien’s throat. His hands itched for his lance, and his muscles burned with restrained anger at his friend’s likeness – for friend, surely, was now what she had become against all odds – being used in a way that would cause her so much upset. Few who knew her name actually knew her, and few still knew the sort of resentment and rage that she carried so very close to her chest. It was a particular flavour of self loathing that Estinien was all too familiar with, and left him wanting to tear down this man’s vulgar likenesses of her with his bare hands.

Instead, he made a low sound of disdain in the back of his throat, crossing his arms as he regarded the peddler. “Shall I fetch her, then?” He asked, danger lacing through his words. “Bring her here, and tell her that you’re using her face for your own gain? Let you tell her how you’re defacing the Fury herself by trying to raise the Warrior of Light higher in the people’s regard, and upset the Church even further by your arrogance?”

The man’s eyes widened, and Estinien took no pleasure from it. “Or shall I tell her myself?” He continued. “That you’ve defaced her likeness so blatantly that her name will be twisted further beyond her control, and you’ve left her to explain herself when these reach the masses, when she had never been involved in, nor agreed to, your sordid business to begin with?”

The man began to speak, but Estinien was already gone. His irritation with himself had only grown, even as he spoke, and it was all adding to the claustrophobic sensation that had already been growing in him about Ishgard and its new state of being. The Warrior of Light was always going to move on – that much was a given – but he was starting to understand for himself exactly why. Who would want to shoulder a mantle like that one she’d taken on?

And where could one go, to escape it and still manage to sleep at night?

Snow began softly falling on Ishgard as the once-famed dragoon made his way back to his quarters. It was an uncomfortable place, not in luxury or amenities, but only for it being somewhere between the barracks he’d grown used to and the infirmary he’d been so recently released from. There was no place left for him here in Ishgard, it seemed, particularly if this was the type of fanatical hope that some of its people were going to cling to.

She wasn’t a holy icon to be traded cheaply for gil and notoriety. She was a woman – a deeply damaged woman – simply trying to turn her skills towards good, wherever she could. And the public took that and twisted it into something disgraceful and mocking. She was a legend, yes, but she was also…she was also a friend. An unexpected one, but a friend nevertheless, and one that Estinien knew would now be intrinsically tied into his life in more ways than one, wherever she might roam.

Wherever they both might roam. War and historical events in unprecedented times were wearying, Estinien thought to himself as he walked.

He wanted humanity.

He wanted rest.

He wanted so many things that he was increasingly realising were impossible to find here in his homeland.

Mind turning these thoughts over and over, Estinien slipped back into the shadows, facing forwards towards the clean, unblemished landscape beyond the city.

A landscape that, perhaps, released and unsteady in himself and his purpose, it was finally time to set out into once more.

It’s what she would do, after all.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #Estinien #Estinien POV #heavensward #heavensward spoilers #heavensward patches #heavensward patches spoilers #I don't talk enough about how Estinien and Thorne are best friends #and this was a fun prompt to explore that a bit #there's also the barest hint of my beloved wolmeric ship #if you squint #Estinien's the only person in the world who knows about them

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avatar-anna · 2 years

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Are you taking a requests? If so can I replace one with single dad h and y/n maybe a cute bonding moment between Harry and one of the girls and then y/n and the other girl then meet up for dinner together and then head home and watch movies together till the girls fall asleep?

not quite what you asked for but something a little different to change it up!

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yourinstagram: Vi is all smiles because dad let her have dessert before dinner

harrystylesfan4: BAHAHA HARRY'S A PUSHOVER LMAO

harrystylesfan6: can you blame him? look at that face🤏🏼🤏🏼🤏🏼

harrystylesfan2: she's so cute, but i feel like this is disrespectful to the styles family. like she should respect their privacy

harrystylesfan7: harry literally liked the post??

harrystylesfan1: i know ppl are always looking for reasons to hate on Y/n 🙄🙄

harrystyles: don't act like i'm the only one who can’t resist her charm

harrystylesfan4: so vianna runs the house basically

yourinstagram: pretty much 😂

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yourinstagram: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYA!! lots of x’s and o’s to this absolute GODDESS of a human being. you are so strong and so beautiful and so intelligent, just like your mama. can’t wait to see you grow and live and love. xxx

annetwist: happy birthday darling❤️

gemmastyles: happy birthday kaya!!

harrystyles: happy birthday to my baby. kissies xx

harrystylesfan10: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP😭😭😭

harrystylesfan3: they’re such a cute little family but still being respectful to h’s first wife🥹🥹

niallhoran: happy birthday kay kay!

onedirectionfan5: NARRY

harryfan6: niall really is THE uncle to all the one direction kids

kaykaystyles: thank you, Y/n. best photographer ever:))

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hsupdates: harry via instagram stories tonight!

harrystylesfan4: aww so cute!!!

harrystylesfan7: i love dadrry so much 🥹🥹

harrystylesfan11: i know i bet him and vianna and Y/n made it together 🥹

harrystylesfan8: oh to be harry's daughter *sigh*

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kaykaystyles: kinda gross but cute i guess

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#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles fake instagram #fake text #single dad!harry

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connorconsumestrousers · 1 year

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funne gays dancing one shot bc why not !! (I wrote this a few weeks ago and I have two other ones if y'all are interested!!)

"Stanley, I don't understand why I need to do this-"

/shh, here look I'll teach you./

"well,, okay. but only this once."

Stanley grabbed his hand, which made him flinch. Stanley saw this, and it made his heart hurt. but he continued. he hummed lightly to get a beat to dance to, because it's very.. very difficult to dance in silence. /one, two, three, four/ he placed a hand on the other's waist, which did not go unnoticed. he could see the other's face slowly turn red. but he just smiled lightly. Stanley lead Narrator a few steps at a time, making sure he had the proper footing and all.

after a while, Narrator was getting a hang of it. he was actually getting into it! Stanley laughed lightly, actually really happy the other enjoyed dancing. maybe,, enjoyed it too much. he tripped on his own shoe, lucky for him, Stanley kind of saw this coming. he caught Narry, though he was a bit heavier than Stanley had intended. so he was kind of off put, and was bent a bit closer than he thought was comfortable.

but.. he couldn't move. this moment felt like it was going in slow motion. like in the movies, in those romantic scenes. he stared into the other's eyes, which he did in return.

Narrator's face flushed longer and longer as he was held there. his heart sunk,, or something like that. he wasn't sure. but being this close was definitely different. but not necessarily in a.. bad way. he felt like melting there, right on the spot. but he didn't know why.

Stanley blinked and pulled the other back on his own two feet. Narrator let go of Stanley's hand and shoved his hands in his pockets. without a word, he walked to the corner of the room and pulled his knees up to his chest and pulled the collar of his trenchcoat over his head. he wanted to be secluded. hide from whatever feelings he was feeling.

Stanley watched this, and felt bad. he didn't want narrator to feel uncomfortable with him. especially not now. with all this progress. he clenched his fists and exhaled, then walked over to the other. he sat next to him, nudging him softly. narrator grunted lowly and turned away slightly. Stanley frowned and put an arm around narrator's shoulders. attempting to make him feel better, but inevitablely making it worse.

/I wonder why he's acting like this,,/

Narrator loosened his grip on his collar and inhaled deeply, then exhaled. Stanley was a bit startled as the other finally raised his head again. but he kept his hand up, shielding his face from Stanley. "You have to forget what happened a moment ago." he grumbled. Stanley blinked at him for a moment, before narrator grabbed his collar and shook him gently. "you have to promise to forget!! forget!! forget what happened a few minutes ago!! promise me!!" he begged. Stanley just stared into his eyes, then smiled softly and nodded his head. /yep. forgotten. what happened a few minutes ago?/ narrator tried to keep a straight face but just started to crack up. "nothing. nothing happened a few minutes ago."

narrator let go of Stanley's collar, then stood up, brushing himself off. "come on, what else did you want me to try?"

#the stanley parable #stannator #the narrator #writing #gay #THEY DANCE !!#dancing #HAPPY GUYS !! FUNNE GUYS !!#tspud narrator #tspud #tspud stanley

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bugtoast · 2 years

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TSP WRITING PROMPTS BASED OFF THE ENDINGS!!

these are prompts of fics i'd like to see, or fics that I haven't seen be done yet (or both)

Sick of this gag ending

Stanley and Narry both agree that they're sick of this gag, and narry ends up playing his song for stanley like usual, but stanley ends up falling asleep to the song

Whiteboard ending

Stanley finds the whiteboard from the whiteboard ending, picks it and the marker up, and ends up sitting in the middle of the blue office (or even in his office) doodling on it

Press conference ending

Stanley has a panic attack during the press conference and runs off stage. hurt/comfort ensues

confusion ending

but it actually goes the way its meant to go in the game. aka:

Fifth restart

Narrator forgets about previous resets

Stanley attempts to play the story, but is stopped somehow

Unable to go anywhere or do anything

Game restarts on its own

Sixth restart

Find the line again

Find an identical replica of the office that has begun to deteriorate

Attempt to make up a new story there

Narrator restarts the game

Seventh restart

There is no longer an office, just black space

Wander into blackness

Find a book store

Get bored and leave

Narrator restarts game

Eighth restart

Narrator is gone

Stanley dies after a long time

this one has a lot of angst potential >:]

Serious ending

basically, what would the serious ending have looked like if it was in ultra deluxe? what if you could bring the bucket?

Art ending

Stanley has now met the essence of divine art. what now?

Bucketless

What if the bucket was replaced by another item?

Secret disco

what if Stanley and Narry acknowledge the secret disco, and decide to have a small party just for the hell of it?

MINECRAFT ENDING!!!!

Stanley and Narry end up stuck in minecraft after that one time, so now they're forced to forever play minecraft together. antics ensue!!

Bucket destroyed ending

what if the bucket destroyer actually did destroy the bucket? what would happen next?

Elevator ending

what if the elevator that goes nowhere... went somewhere? where would it go? what if it went to where the narrator was?

Escape pod ending

what if Stanley and Narry actually used the escape pod? where would they end up? why would they be escaping?

Flushed away ending /j

NOOO STANLEY DON'T GET FLUSHED DOWN THE TOILET AND END UP REINACTING THE PLOT TO THE HIT STOP-MOTION MOVIE 'FLUSHED AWAY' NOOOOOOOOO

Backrooms ending

someone get on this already, I wanna see what would happen if the goofs got themselves stuck in the spooky /lh

SCP ending

THIS TOO!! this would be really fun

Countdown ending

what if Stanley actually can deactivate the bomb? what would happen then?

Freedom ending

what would happen after the freedom ending if the game didn't immediately reset? what would stanley end up doing? would the narrator still be around?

New new content

what if ALL the new new content was added to ultra deluxe? where would the hole be? what about the jim button?

Aperature ending

...TSP but it goes into the portal plotline. what happens? and most importantly; do Chell and Stanley meet and become besties?

"Set stanley free" ending

Stanley is set free from the parable. how?

Memory zone... WITH A TWIST

they don't find the steam reviews and it ends up being a really fluffy domestic situation :]

That one cut ending (i think it was called the warzone ending?)

y'know the one, the one that you get to read about in the museum ending; where the game becomes a fps and the fps game wages war on the Narrator. I wanna see how that happens.

how'd this happen??

suddenly Marriella is the protagonist??? WHAT???

wait... where'd the right door go?

Stanley goes through the right so many times that the Narrator just ends up deleting that entire part of the map.

third door real??

"When Stanley came upon a set of two doors... wait, hold on- Stanley, why are there three doors here? I didn't put that door there."

aka: there's a third door now!! where does it lead?

Stanley Parable; in search of coworkers

Stanley finds his coworkers! but the narrator is gone... now what? does everything go back to normal now?

Stanley and Narrator watch Rick and Morty ending

"he turned himself into a pickle, stanley! funniest shit I've ever seen."

Make up your own original ending!

I'm curious to see what the community can do if they end up making their own endings!

as I think of more prompts, i'll add onto this post!

#the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp #tspud #writeblr #writing prompts #long post #fanfic ideas #all caps cw #death mention #ok to reblog #ask to tag

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timeloop-liz · 2 years

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Found out @spaceistheplacearts Director can be hurt if ya get the core so i uhhh went off the rocks sorry. Im an angst machine. I saw you said you made this au for something “sweet” and im sorry ill try for “sweet” next time… whatever that is

Narry getting upset at the Directir for something and starts wrecking another room. Because he knows it upsets him. Maybe he was pushed over the edge but once he enters the room to stop Narry again he gets hit with something. Like maybe he wasnt really paying attention to where he showed up and Narry wasnt aiming for him it was just by chance.

Theres a crash and a splat distinct sound. Narry freezes in place as he sees what hes just done. Panic fills him as he rushes to the Directors side. Apologies spilling out of him as he kneels down next to his more than usual blob forum. He doesnt know what to do. What can he do. The Director has a shard of glass sticking out of him for goodness sake. Maybe he knows where to start. But the Director is trying to pull back. Move away. Hes clesrly having trouble keeping his form in check. He limbs arent as solid as he would have so they cant even lift him up more like noodles than anything.

Slowly Narry approaches again. Softly whispering reassuring words to the Director. Hoping to calm him down. The more he moves the worse his core is getting. They need to get that glass out. Finally determined on what to do he gently holds the Directors form. He can feel it trembling in what he assumes fear and pain. Grasping the glass he shifted it slightly resulting in the Directors form tensing up and a small strangled sound escaping. Tears prick his eyes but he knows he has to do it. He counts to three then swiftly removes the fragment from the Director.

A bit of slime is sticking to the end of the shard and it probably cut the inside of Narrys hand but thats not what hes worried about. The Director is trembling horribly. In what Narry can only assume is the closes he can get to crying. He pulls him close, holding him as gently as he can whole tears fall down his face. He didnt want to hurt the Director. Well he did but not like this. Never like this.

All of a sudden theres a SLAM!! As a door opens up and in storms another being. It startles Narry so bad he drops the Director who lands with another sickening splat. She quickly moves to gently scoop the Director up. Narry goes to interject when hes forcefully pushed back. “Dont you DARE touch him! I knew he was being to soft on you. I warned him and looks whats happened!” Shocked from her words hes unable to form any of his own. She quickly turns and leaves Narry alone in the room he made a mess of. Just before she exits she turns “and dont your dare think of going anywhere!” Them shes gone.

What did she mean? She warned him? Its not like he wanted this. But she was right. He did hurt the Director. This was all his fault. He was being a stupid child and now the Director is hurt. The Director was always saying how everything he did was for Narry. All of this was to help him in the end. That he just wanted Narry to be happy. And look what he does. He goes out of his way to hurt the Director by smashing a room. A room made for him. To help him. God hes spiralling. This time theres no one to stop it. No Director to step in and comfort him. Because he hurt him. The thoughts wont stop. He just slumped down against the wall and cried.

Oooooo what fun aye. What good angst liz have brought. I warned yall i was gonna do angst here. Its your fault for not listening. Will i finish this!!! Probably not lmao.

Heres what was planned, like a little guide on what i was thinking:

But the Director is gonna be ok i swear!! His core just needs to recover. Hes gonna go back to work too soon and its gonna show. He text is clearly slower. Typing is harder with noodles. He probably wouldnt trust Narry to be in the same room as him when hes so injured. But maybe he does. And Narry can see how hard it is for the Director to move around. How hard it is for him to communicate. Narry feels horrible. He suggests that maybe he should leave. He doesn’t deserve to be here. Hes so sorry and what not. But the Director doesnt really want him to leave. He knows it wasnt on purpose after all. But hes still scared around him because he has seen what he CAN do. Basically their relationship takes a big boi hit but its gonna survive.

#the stanley parable #tsp #liz writes #swap!au #angst

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troolyart · 1 year

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Entity AU pt 1.

[How long?] Stanley asked. The Narrator looks at him through those damned yellow lenses, the green of his eyes being hidden by more than just the lights in the Zending that they currently are enjoying.

"What do you mean, how long? You really must expound more, Stanley. You can't just ask one simple question if you want a straight answer. How else will I know what you're talking about?"

Stanley just sighs and flops down onto the cool carpet, letting the lights illuminate his face as he stares up at the ceiling. His hands start to move while his face remains eerily blank. [How long have I been here? How many resets has it been, Narrator?]

The lights that have been bouncing around in the dome pause for a split second, almost imperceptible, before they continue as they were. Stanley can hear his companion let out a sigh and mumble to himself, most likely checking through his script for the answer.

"Ah, here it is," the Narrator muses as he fixes his glasses to be higher up on his nose. "It's been around six hundred and thirteen resets at this point. Although some of those weren't even my doing, I'll have you know."

There's a shuffling to his left before a small thump sounds next to his head and a warm, soft hand lands on top of his forehead.

"Stanley, I can tell something is bothering you. Why else would you ask me this out of the blue? You can tell me anything, honestly you can."

Stanley finds it in himself to sign again. [How long were you trapped here...before you changed?]

The hand atop his forehead jolts a bit before it calms down, a thumb creasing the worry lines Stanley's accrued over the years to try and smooth them out some. The office worker's eyes meet his Narrator's, green pools that appear haunted despite the colorful atmosphere. Stanley can't blame him for that; all of the years he's told him about, trapped with nothing but his own voice until the Parable decided to take pity on him must have been hell.

The hand leaves his head and the Narrator sighs heavily, his voice still present as a groan in the air that leaves him, as if he cannot be silent in any way. "Ohhh, I don't know, Stanley. It could have been years or three days outside of this place, but inside it...it felt like a millennium."

The Narrator turns his head to look at the man next to him, and Stanley does the same. "What brought this on?"

He can't help but flinch ever so slightly as he finally sits back up, knees drawing close to his chest. Stanley can't look at him when he asks this. Hell, signing might be difficult given that his hands are starting to shake.

He manages a shaky [Can't] before turning away. The hand is back, this time on his shoulder, pulling as if begging him to turn back around. It's still warm. Alive. Real.

"Stanley, please...talk to me? You're starting to frighten me a bit. What's troubling you so— good god, your hands are trembling. Stanley??"

Stanley buries his head into his knees and projects his thoughts to his companion, something he hasn't done in a long time given how much he prefers to sign in person.

"How long do I have until I forget who I am, Narry? Until I don't remember I'm human?"

It's quiet in the dome. Too quiet for how much his Narrator likes to talk. The last time it was so quiet was when Narrator became upset with him and left him alone for an hour or two. Probably the worst two hours he can recall. Oh god, why isn't he saying anything? Did I say something wrong? Is he upset about what I asked? His thoughts start to spiral and he can't even hope to know if he shut off that link to him and the Narrator.

Suddenly, the warmth on his shoulder moves to encompass him, pressing into his back, his sides, everywhere arms can reach. Soft hair tickles the side of his neck and a shiver runs through him as warm breath hits his skin. The Narrators voice comes to him soft but firm, as firm as the arms around him, directly into his ear.

"I wouldn't let that happen, Stanley. Ever. Not to you."

Stanley can't remember the last time he cried outside of the Parable. He's cried plenty inside it, though, usually after the discovery of a new ending that brings the both of them nothing but grief. He's crying now. Stanley is certain that the Narrator can feel the tears falling from his face onto the man's hands. One of those hands cradles his face and tries to pull it out of the nook his knees have made. He obliges and looks back into thoes green eyes, now also beginning to tear up.

"I will not let you forget, Stanley."

The office worker pulls away a little bit, takes the Narrators hands in his, and leans forward to touch foreheads with the man. His thoughts stop their spiralling enough to try and get his thoughts across. "But what if that doesn't work? If I'm too far gone, then—"

"Then I will remind you as often as you need me to," he interjects. "As often as I think I should, even if you're completely fine. Your name is Stanley. You're human. You are real."

A small smile starts to creep along Stanley's face as he takes in those words. "I'm real. My name is Stanley. My name is Stanley and my coworkers are missing."

The Narrator let's out a chuckle at his thought, the sound reverberating in Stanley's head as their foreheads still touch. It's so real. He's real. His Narrator.

"Ah yes, your coworkers are still missing aren't they? And yet here we are dillydallying in this room. Oh well, they can wait can't they?"

Stanley let's out a chortle at that with his companion following suit. God, this felt right. All that worrying about what could happen to him while the whole time he has his Narrator to look out for him. And he'll do the same for his friend. No...friend didn't quite fit their relationship.

He's so close. Not even inches apart, the Narrator is basically in his lap at this point. His lips are right there...he could just...

So he does.

Stanley's always been an impulsive protagonist, always diving headfirst, logic be damned. The kiss is nearly the same, but it becomes more thought out when his Narrator leans into it. Where he should place his hands becomes almost second nature, when to take a moment to breathe through his nose so their lips can press against each other for just another moment.

Stanley pulls back first, the Narrator lingers in his space, eyes half-lidded. The lights in the Zending have all gone pink, which does nothing to hide the blush they both are sporting. Both men smile before Stanley brings his hands back up.

[Thank you, Narry. For reminding me how real I am. And for the kiss.]

The older man grins mischievously. "Oh don't thank me just yet, dear boy. I'm going to be reminding you so much you'll get sick of me after a while."

Stanley quirks and eyebrow before pecking his cheek. [Will that also include kisses every time? Because I might not get sick of that.]

"You'll just have to see won't you," he says as he starts to get up off of Stanley's lap in order to stand. Once up right, he holds out a hand for Stanley to grab. "Ready to reset, darling?"

Stanley takes ahold of his hand and gladly let's himself get pulled along like always. [Ready.]

#tspud #tspud narrator #the stanley parable #narrator tsp #tsp #tspud stanley #tsp narrator #EntityAU #tspud entity au #TSP Entity AU #idk which tag looks better honestly #but yeah! part one!#the comic of their first meeting will take a while to make...#stanley x narrator #you can tell i wrote fanfiction #might post to ao3 who knows #are you still reading???#why???

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zanniscaramouche · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking about nothing but narry since receiving an ask from @nonsensly about my favourite fics containing the two youngest directioners. Considering the very first fic I wrote in this fandom was a narry fic I knew I had to put together something to share with everyone! I’m sure I’ve left out hundreds of fics I’ve loved over the years, but here’s what I could throw together with the little amount of time I have.

💚 consider this by peerpressure // @horansheroes - 82k

Harry has not read the rule book of parenting, but he’s pretty sure it has a paragraph dedicated to not flirting with strippers. Not even if they’re very hot and also very charming. In which Harry is a single father to five year old Hugo and Niall is a stripper who makes it very hard for Harry to remember his priorities.

zannithinks: MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE FIC! Not just Narry, but in the one direction fandom as a whole. I love love love this story with the passion of a thousand suns. A sweet, heartwarming and absolutely charming story so nuanced with the mundane struggles of reality.

💚 i forget where we were by torielle - 70k

"You,” he says thickly, swallowing. “You don’t - you don’t remember.” “Not the last three years,” Harry tells him simply. “Sorry. What was your name?” “Niall,” he mutters, face suddenly dark. “I’m Niall, I’m Liam’s assistant." Harry wakes up to find he has retrograde amnesia and a perfect life - seemingly.

zannithinks: absolutely heartbreaking with a string of hope through it all

💚 the tale of the sun by peerpressure // @horansheroes - 53k

A modern royal AU in which Crown Prince Harry unexpectedly sets eyes on the sun.

zannithinks: This author has several other fics on this list not by accident, and several more to check out on their ao3! This one is perfect for royal au (and rwrb) lovers!

💚 take a look at the stars in your head by pallomharry - 35k

Niall fills all the blanks in his life, he strengthens him as a person, and most importantly, he completes him. He can’t imagine a life without him, and it all makes sense, that in one way or another, they will always find each other. Because they’re soulmates, after all.

Harry wakes up in several parallel universes and in each of them they all come back to one thing; Niall.

zannithinks: I haven’t read this one yet, but this author has several fics on my tbr and I can’t wait to sink into them. A first glance at the starting lines and this looks wonderfully written and intriguing.

💚 run away with my heart by storhan - 28k

Niall’s a con artist who was only after Harry’s money, but he left with something much more valuable: his heart.

zannithinks: I couldn’t take the suspense in this one! I was pacing the floors, sweating, literally pulling my hair out. Talk about a wild ride.

💚 the beautiful ones by orphan account - 27k

Harry pulls away sharply, chest rising and falling, eyes searching Niall’s face, almost as if he's expecting him to curse him out. “Is this okay?” He asks so quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

And no. It’s not, but it feels okay, and that's more than enough to get Niall to duck back in to continue kissing him before he can change his mind.

It's 1984 and Harry Styles wants Niall Horan to help him write his new album

zannithinks: yet to read this one, but it’s summary alludes to something right up my alley and I have a suspicion it’s gonna be a keeper.

💚 from way up there by andfollowthesun // @andfollowthesun - 18k

Harry’s thirty-one now, and he’d like to think that he’s a little more street-smart on what it takes to make a relationship work. More than just texting each other, or great sex, or the fact that Niall will guffaw at all of Harry’s jokes, even the really, really shitty ones.

(Harry and Niall and eventually, a lavender farm.)

zannithinks: oh! my heart! this is a little squeeze and tug on the heartstrings that gently soothes the soul.

💚 hold me closer by peerpressure // @horansheroes - 15k

"D’you wanna join us?” He whispers in Niall’s ear. Niall pulls his head back in surprise. Harry stays frozen, close, and smiles at him - a kind, small smile and Niall realises that Harry is serious. He flicks his gaze to Emily, who smiles at him, too. Niall takes her in, properly. Her cleavage, the hint of round, soft breasts underneath her top. Her hips and her thighs, hidden under her jeans. He moves his gaze to Harry’s hand on his wrist where his thumb rubs soothingly on Niall’s skin. Alright.

zannithink: talk about a 180 from the fic above this. This fic is gritty, smoking hot, and packs an emotional punch you don’t see coming until you’re already bruising. The narration in this, the characters... wow. Definitely a gem.

💚 controlling the curve by cordensangels131 - 12k

Harry Styles is baseball's hottest phenom, signed first in the draft and ready to light up the big leagues. The team, however, decides he needs a little seasonsing first and sends him down to play for their Tripple A team in Florida.

Niall Horan is a minor league catcher, a player’s player, bouncing around from team to team, trying to hang on for a few more years. Now he's charged with preparing Harry for his big league debut by teaching him control on the field.

Their dislike is mutual and instantaneous. Harry thinks he knows all he needs to know about baseball and Niall thinks Harry is a spoiled pretty boy who doesn’t respect the game or his teammates.

zannithinks: smoking hot and immersive in the world of baseball, this fic is clearly well researched with a side of spice.

💚 a little tenderness by @disgruntledkittenface - 10k

"Listen, my alpha and I broke up and it turns out that all of our friends were really his friends and I need someone to help me through–”

“No,” Harry practically shouts, the word bursting out of him unbidden. He cringes when he sees the shock on Niall’s face, his pale skin flushing lightly. “I’m sorry, but my answer has to be no. I don’t help omegas through heats. I’m really sorry, Liam knows that, so I don’t know why he would give you the idea–”

“It’s not heat, Harry,” Niall interrupts. “It’s depri.”

“Oh. Fuck."

zannithinks: this left me in a pile of goo! the softness of it all :0

💚 out of the woods by countthestars // @moondoggiestyle - 9k

"Hi,” the boy says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the counter, body language open in invitation. Niall half expects him to tip his chin up and bare his throat, but instead his smile grows wider, pulling crookedly at his mouth.

zannithinks: I reread this often! Like WOW talk about writing talent and GOALS. Immersive doesn’t even begin to explain just how this fic wraps you up in such a detailed world. I could easily read 100k more of these characters.

💚 make a mess of me by anonymous - 3k (nourry 3some)

Harry wants to be full to the brim. First he manages by himself, but then Niall and Louis help him out.

zannithinks: we all need that one outrageously absurd and smoking hot fic we keep in our back pocket as a dirty secret. Read the tags and suspend disbelief for this one!

💚 slow hands by hellolovers13 // @hellolovers13 - 3k (nourry 3some)

"Wait. So when you say you’re genderfluid, that means sometimes you’re a girl, right?” “Uh, yeah.” “So when I asked what you’d do if you were a girl and you said ‘Niall’. Does that apply now?”

zannithinks: woo! The temperature raises several degrees with this one. An interesting dynamic and nuanced characters wrapped up in fun smut.

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fourth-act · 7 months

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I needed some comfort today ^^

I feel like it’s been weeks since the tenth, so much has happened so fast. Some amazing (mostly referring to the result of day nine’s art), though some difficult, and some really painful. It’s only been two days, but real time always doesn’t line up with my perception (at least I can piss off Jim lol /silly /lh). Either way, today I had enough energy and time to draw, so I went all out and drew a comfort piece, combining day 11 and 12. For a bit I was debating combing Post-Parable AU with Zending as an exploration of Leo’s specific trauma with that ending (he has a lot, more than most Narrys I’d say), but the past has proven that vent art doesn’t really happen for me, especially since I use art as more of an escapism thing than personal processing. So we’ve just got some good old fashioned plotless (but lore filled) fluff. Idk if I’ll do this, but I may do a note filled explanation image like I did for the day three Jim image, but who knows, maybe if I’m really tired on another free draw day. Either way it’s late now, as it usually has been for these posts, so I’ll end this rant here ^^ /gen

Day 11 (Fanon): Post-Parable AU

Day 12 (Fanon): Quality Time

PS: I don’t think I have anything else to say but it feels weird not having a PS :( /nsrs /lh

#paratober #paratober2023 #the stanley parable #tspud #the narrator tsp #stanley tsp #tsp au #Shinya is trans and Leo feels weird about having a constant body he can’t change easily #this is really early on in them being normal humans #and since they’re mortal now Leo’s worried about every little scrape or bruise Shinya gets #and Shinya’s clumsy #he gets so many bandages (from Leo ofc) (the man doesn’t know what’s going on he thinks googling symptoms works as diagnosis)#and Leo’s not used to having to shave he doesn’t know how #he nicked himself and got really scared cuz blood is the scariest possible thing to him (stupid /aff)#so he’s not fully shaven and put a bandaid on his face even though it wasn’t bleeding at all #sorry about the rant I thought a lot about this au while drawing this #this is the first time genuinely thinking of a post parable au in a happy way for them :)#<— evil evil man /lh #tsp fanart #fourth doodles #digital art

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“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!”

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“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”.

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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)

#tsp #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #the stanley parable #stanarrator #stanley x narrator #narrator x Stanley #fanfiction #romance #I’m having so much fun #I love that I’ve made this

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