Fic: drabble meme fills (3); X Factor 2010 RPS, Harry Potter
Title: spend a lazy sunday in my arms
Fandom: X Factor 2010 RPS
Pairing: Liam Payne/Niall Horan/Zayn Malik
Rating: R
Word Count: ~470
Disclaimer: Didn't happen in the real world.
Notes: Written for misprinting's prompt on the drabble meme: I am intrigued by the idea of Liam/Niall/Zayn but am not sure I can ship it. So I think you should convince me :P Title taken from Elevator Love Letter by Stars.
Zayn wonders why it took them so long to figure it out, really. Niall draws them together like a magnet. Zayn imagines himself and Liam as bits of broken satellites orbiting the planet Niall Horan, because that’s how they seem to work. When he’s there they all fit together - not seamlessly, but it’s more than enough to makes it worth the effort.
.
They still have disagreements of course, like which flavour condoms are better and the precise way to make Liam come in his trousers and which part of Zayn’s neck is the most sensitive. But when they work it’s so right that every other petty thing just doesn’t matter.
Sunday morning finds them on Zayn’s double bed. The light from behind the blinds cuts them into golden-and-shadow stripes, warming their hair and skin. Zayn traces patterns of freckles on Niall’s thigh. Liam’s hair is tickling his hand and Zayn is struck by the sheer fucking perfection of everything in front of him.
Niall groans from where he is sunk against the pillows. “Zay, get over here, I’m feeling fucking left out.”
“How is that possible with Liam’s mouth on your cock?” Nevertheless, Zayn slides up to nibble at Niall’s ear.
Niall groans again; he’s flush, a pretty red that Zayn tastes before Niall grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him into a sloppy kiss.
“I don’t like having nothing to do,” Niall murmurs by way of explanation.
“All you need to do is come, babes,” Zayn whispers, hot against Niall’s lips, and Niall does just that, hips snapping up as he exhales a couple of broken syllables, bits of both their names.
Zayn allows himself a few moments to just study Niall as he recovers. He’s splayed out, limbs in all directions, skin milky and dusted with freckles in the oddest places. As he watches, Liam wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and presses a kiss to Niall’s hipbone. Liam looks as blissed out as Niall as he crawls up on Niall’s other side and stretches out.
“This was one of my better ideas,” Niall muses from between them, one hand playing with Liam hair and the other spread over Zayn’s back. “Up there with pizza burgers, and signing up for the X Factor.”
“Your pizza burgers are fucking vile,” Zayn points out lethargically. “And it was my idea.”
“Was not. I was the one that suggested that Liam needed double the sex to chill him out.”
“I was the one that suggested we just bypass friends-with-benefits and go straight for threesome.”
“Doesn’t even matter.” Liam rests his head on Niall’s shoulder and reaches across his belly to streak sticky fingers down Zayn’s arm, a silly grin on his face. “Like, at all.”
And if there’s one thing that they can all agree on, it’s that.
Title: there's no way that i can lose (you)
Fandom: X Factor 2010 RPS
Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson/Zayn Malik
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~500
Disclaimer: Didn't happen in the real world.
Notes: Written for suzie_shooter's prompt on the drabble meme: something with Harry being jealous of Louis' flirting with Zayn? could be fluff or a threesome I'm easy :D Title taken from Hurting by Friendly Fires.
Harry finds Louis draped over Zayn’s lap one Friday afternoon. They’re on the couch with the telly on but neither of them is watching it. Zayn’s got identical little wings of colour high on his cheekbones and he’s laughing at what Louis says. His hand is low on Louis’ back. Harry watches from the doorway, a hot flair of jealousy and something a little like want curling in the pit of his stomach, before he slips away without saying anything.
.
It’s not like Harry’s angry at them, exactly. It’s more that he feels like he’s being unfairly excluded. Like he could make them even better but wasn’t given the chance.
(Also, a tiny but persistent voice in the back of his mind keeps whispering you’re not good enough and they don’t want you and no matter how hard he tries to reason his way out of it, it won’t go away.)
.
Zayn makes Louis happy. Happy like Harry makes him, but lately Louis seems to be going to Zayn more, and that hurts, more than Harry likes to admit.
.
After two weeks of Harry moping and trying to hide it, Louis corners him in the kitchen, snatches the crisp packet out of his hands and demands an answer. When Harry grudgingly mentions Zayn, Louis’ eyes widen and he laughs.
“I’ve been trying to ease Zayn into the idea of us all going at it,” he says, like that’s obviously the first thing Harry should have thought of. “The three of us. We’d make a hot threesome, yeah? He just needs to get used to the idea is all. He’ll come around.” And he slings an arm around Harry’s neck, kissing the skin under his ear, all easy smiles and relief in his eyes.
Harry wonders why he ever doubted Louis.
.
Harry is there when Louis proposes the idea to Zayn. Zayn stands in front of them looking a little thunderstruck while Louis reels off a list of benefits and advantages of them all having mad sex together. When he’s finished, Louis adds, “As long as you’re okay with it, of course,” as an afterthought, because how could Zayn ever turn them down?
Zayn just nods like he’s been waiting for this forever. “I am so okay with it,” he says, “you have no idea.”
But Harry thinks he does.
.
Friday afternoons don’t worry Harry anymore. Usually he finds himself curled up on the couch with Zayn, Louis splayed out across both of them and hogging the remote, watching bad telly or not watching it at all. Sometimes there’s creative and enthusiastic sex; sometimes Liam or Niall walk in on them and complain loudly. Sometimes they just sprawl there, wrapped up in each other, until the sun glows hot and low in the sky and the sitcom reruns turn into decent programmes.
And when Louis makes a particularly smug comment about engineering the whole thing, Harry and Zayn tag-team him in pillow fights and kisses until he shuts up.
Title: we have everything we need
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James Potter/Lily Potter
Rating: G
Word Count: ~340
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; I'm just playing.
Notes: Written for paperpipes' prompt on the drabble meme: I'd love something to do with James/Lily Potter and their last quiet,
intimate moment with baby Harry, before Voldemort turns up and ruins everything. Title taken from Rise by Samantha James.
Even with the heavy threat of Tom Riddle - James refused to call him Voldemort in his own mind - James couldn’t think of a time he had ever been happier.
Harry was sitting on the grass in the back garden of their cottage. In the unseasonably thick heat of July the sun was too much, so Lily had set him down in the shade of a copper beech, on the softest grass just outside of the dripline. As James watched, Harry ripped two mighty handfuls from the ground and waved his fists around, gurgling triumphantly.
“He takes after you,” Lily remarked. She sat midway between James and Harry, charming together a daisy chain, grass stains on her skirt. “Easily pleased and forever expecting praise for simple tasks.”
“Too bad he got my hair as well,” James said.
“It was your pride and joy at school.” Lily’s smile was quirked to one side, amused. James was blown away for what felt like the second time in under an hour by just how beautiful she was, now more than ever.
“That was before I grew a sense of personal tidiness. He’ll have hell with it when he’s older.”
Harry tipped himself forward and crawled over to Lily. She picked him up and draped the daisy chain over his hair like a crown.
“He has my eyes, though,” she said. She lifted Harry and blew a raspberry on each of his cheeks. “My eyes and your hair. Poor boy. At least he’s loved.”
“He is that.” James pulled them both into a hug. “More than anyone in the whole word and he knows it. Look at his smug little face!”
“Why do I always get the smug ones, I wonder?” Lily asked, laughter in her voice and her eyes.
“We just know we’ve got something to be smug about,” James said, and kissed both of them.
He can’t touch us, James thought. Not now. Not here. And in the warm garden, the sound of his son’s laughter ringing in his ears, James dared to believe that were true.
Fin
Fandom: X Factor 2010 RPS
Pairing: Liam Payne/Niall Horan/Zayn Malik
Rating: R
Word Count: ~470
Disclaimer: Didn't happen in the real world.
Notes: Written for misprinting's prompt on the drabble meme: I am intrigued by the idea of Liam/Niall/Zayn but am not sure I can ship it. So I think you should convince me :P Title taken from Elevator Love Letter by Stars.
Zayn wonders why it took them so long to figure it out, really. Niall draws them together like a magnet. Zayn imagines himself and Liam as bits of broken satellites orbiting the planet Niall Horan, because that’s how they seem to work. When he’s there they all fit together - not seamlessly, but it’s more than enough to makes it worth the effort.
.
They still have disagreements of course, like which flavour condoms are better and the precise way to make Liam come in his trousers and which part of Zayn’s neck is the most sensitive. But when they work it’s so right that every other petty thing just doesn’t matter.
Sunday morning finds them on Zayn’s double bed. The light from behind the blinds cuts them into golden-and-shadow stripes, warming their hair and skin. Zayn traces patterns of freckles on Niall’s thigh. Liam’s hair is tickling his hand and Zayn is struck by the sheer fucking perfection of everything in front of him.
Niall groans from where he is sunk against the pillows. “Zay, get over here, I’m feeling fucking left out.”
“How is that possible with Liam’s mouth on your cock?” Nevertheless, Zayn slides up to nibble at Niall’s ear.
Niall groans again; he’s flush, a pretty red that Zayn tastes before Niall grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him into a sloppy kiss.
“I don’t like having nothing to do,” Niall murmurs by way of explanation.
“All you need to do is come, babes,” Zayn whispers, hot against Niall’s lips, and Niall does just that, hips snapping up as he exhales a couple of broken syllables, bits of both their names.
Zayn allows himself a few moments to just study Niall as he recovers. He’s splayed out, limbs in all directions, skin milky and dusted with freckles in the oddest places. As he watches, Liam wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and presses a kiss to Niall’s hipbone. Liam looks as blissed out as Niall as he crawls up on Niall’s other side and stretches out.
“This was one of my better ideas,” Niall muses from between them, one hand playing with Liam hair and the other spread over Zayn’s back. “Up there with pizza burgers, and signing up for the X Factor.”
“Your pizza burgers are fucking vile,” Zayn points out lethargically. “And it was my idea.”
“Was not. I was the one that suggested that Liam needed double the sex to chill him out.”
“I was the one that suggested we just bypass friends-with-benefits and go straight for threesome.”
“Doesn’t even matter.” Liam rests his head on Niall’s shoulder and reaches across his belly to streak sticky fingers down Zayn’s arm, a silly grin on his face. “Like, at all.”
And if there’s one thing that they can all agree on, it’s that.
Title: there's no way that i can lose (you)
Fandom: X Factor 2010 RPS
Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson/Zayn Malik
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~500
Disclaimer: Didn't happen in the real world.
Notes: Written for suzie_shooter's prompt on the drabble meme: something with Harry being jealous of Louis' flirting with Zayn? could be fluff or a threesome I'm easy :D Title taken from Hurting by Friendly Fires.
Harry finds Louis draped over Zayn’s lap one Friday afternoon. They’re on the couch with the telly on but neither of them is watching it. Zayn’s got identical little wings of colour high on his cheekbones and he’s laughing at what Louis says. His hand is low on Louis’ back. Harry watches from the doorway, a hot flair of jealousy and something a little like want curling in the pit of his stomach, before he slips away without saying anything.
.
It’s not like Harry’s angry at them, exactly. It’s more that he feels like he’s being unfairly excluded. Like he could make them even better but wasn’t given the chance.
(Also, a tiny but persistent voice in the back of his mind keeps whispering you’re not good enough and they don’t want you and no matter how hard he tries to reason his way out of it, it won’t go away.)
.
Zayn makes Louis happy. Happy like Harry makes him, but lately Louis seems to be going to Zayn more, and that hurts, more than Harry likes to admit.
.
After two weeks of Harry moping and trying to hide it, Louis corners him in the kitchen, snatches the crisp packet out of his hands and demands an answer. When Harry grudgingly mentions Zayn, Louis’ eyes widen and he laughs.
“I’ve been trying to ease Zayn into the idea of us all going at it,” he says, like that’s obviously the first thing Harry should have thought of. “The three of us. We’d make a hot threesome, yeah? He just needs to get used to the idea is all. He’ll come around.” And he slings an arm around Harry’s neck, kissing the skin under his ear, all easy smiles and relief in his eyes.
Harry wonders why he ever doubted Louis.
.
Harry is there when Louis proposes the idea to Zayn. Zayn stands in front of them looking a little thunderstruck while Louis reels off a list of benefits and advantages of them all having mad sex together. When he’s finished, Louis adds, “As long as you’re okay with it, of course,” as an afterthought, because how could Zayn ever turn them down?
Zayn just nods like he’s been waiting for this forever. “I am so okay with it,” he says, “you have no idea.”
But Harry thinks he does.
.
Friday afternoons don’t worry Harry anymore. Usually he finds himself curled up on the couch with Zayn, Louis splayed out across both of them and hogging the remote, watching bad telly or not watching it at all. Sometimes there’s creative and enthusiastic sex; sometimes Liam or Niall walk in on them and complain loudly. Sometimes they just sprawl there, wrapped up in each other, until the sun glows hot and low in the sky and the sitcom reruns turn into decent programmes.
And when Louis makes a particularly smug comment about engineering the whole thing, Harry and Zayn tag-team him in pillow fights and kisses until he shuts up.
Title: we have everything we need
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James Potter/Lily Potter
Rating: G
Word Count: ~340
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; I'm just playing.
Notes: Written for paperpipes' prompt on the drabble meme: I'd love something to do with James/Lily Potter and their last quiet,
intimate moment with baby Harry, before Voldemort turns up and ruins everything. Title taken from Rise by Samantha James.
Even with the heavy threat of Tom Riddle - James refused to call him Voldemort in his own mind - James couldn’t think of a time he had ever been happier.
Harry was sitting on the grass in the back garden of their cottage. In the unseasonably thick heat of July the sun was too much, so Lily had set him down in the shade of a copper beech, on the softest grass just outside of the dripline. As James watched, Harry ripped two mighty handfuls from the ground and waved his fists around, gurgling triumphantly.
“He takes after you,” Lily remarked. She sat midway between James and Harry, charming together a daisy chain, grass stains on her skirt. “Easily pleased and forever expecting praise for simple tasks.”
“Too bad he got my hair as well,” James said.
“It was your pride and joy at school.” Lily’s smile was quirked to one side, amused. James was blown away for what felt like the second time in under an hour by just how beautiful she was, now more than ever.
“That was before I grew a sense of personal tidiness. He’ll have hell with it when he’s older.”
Harry tipped himself forward and crawled over to Lily. She picked him up and draped the daisy chain over his hair like a crown.
“He has my eyes, though,” she said. She lifted Harry and blew a raspberry on each of his cheeks. “My eyes and your hair. Poor boy. At least he’s loved.”
“He is that.” James pulled them both into a hug. “More than anyone in the whole word and he knows it. Look at his smug little face!”
“Why do I always get the smug ones, I wonder?” Lily asked, laughter in her voice and her eyes.
“We just know we’ve got something to be smug about,” James said, and kissed both of them.
He can’t touch us, James thought. Not now. Not here. And in the warm garden, the sound of his son’s laughter ringing in his ears, James dared to believe that were true.
Fin