„So I forced the lift door open and ran away...”
„That still doesn't explain how you ended up here, Niall.” Liam said calmly, the knife still in his hand, though no longer pointing in the blond's direction.
„I went to the only place I thought safe... the main kitchen downstairs.” the Irishman replied, making Payno chuckle. „I then realised that the waiter's lifts there go into every single room in the hotel. Decided to hide here, since noone would come looking.” he looked at the brunette with his big blue eyes. „Do you believe me?”
„I want to believe you, Niall.” Liam
„I thought we agreed we were going for daddy tonight!” a deep male voice said.
„Yeah, that's why I drugged Liam's drink. What's your problem?” another man, with a Westmeath accent, replied.
„What's my problem?! Who's gonna be a father in the band soon?”
„Ooooh... You meant daddy as in father, not Daddy Direction...” the Irishman exclaimed, earning a sigh from the other guy. „Well it's your fault for not being specific. Besides, if I was going to spice up the drinks, why did you put the drug in Louis' mug as well?”
„Cause I was sure, you screwed up.” the deep voiced ma
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Finally, finished this. This is part one of a 1D spin-off to littlegargalite (https://www.deviantart.com/littlegargalite)'s Pteronophobia series.
Obviously, huge credit to LittleGargalite for inspiring me to write this. You're welcome to publish this on your original website, if you feel it's good enough, I would be greatful for mentioning the link to my dA account next to it though.
To all readers - hope you enjoy! No mature content, just some plot and tickling.
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One Infection - part 1
Liam still couldn't believe he was in this predicament. Sure, usually he was the responsible one, the 'daddy' of the group, but it
Louis was roasting a greasy chicken nugget (Naughty Boy) on Twitter when he got a text from Zayn.
hey man, im sorry about naughty boy leaking the song when he was supposed to wait : / hes a dick and i'm thinking about rejoining the band
“HOLY FUCK!” Louis squealed in excitement, waking up Harry.
“What now? Did the marshmallow block you?” Harry asked, a little annoyed that his boyfriend woke him up.
“Where are you getting the marshmallow vibe from? He gives me more of the chicken nugget, burrito and sausage vibe. And Zayn texted me the greatest news I’ve heard in my life!” Louis hands Harry his pho
A/N: So this is something that just kind of splattered onto the page when I was procrastinating writing the sequel to Blond Twink Tied and Tickled. It's set in medieval times as far as servants and laws and things are concerned, but it's modern language because I'm lazy.
Enjoy *plays fanfare on trumpet*:
"What have you done this time, you bellend?"
Louis sighs, but grins all the same as Zayn approaches him across the courtyard with a smirk, shifting uncomfortably in the stocks where he is nearly bent in half. He wriggles his bum on the cold, stone floor, but though the sun is just setting it provides him with enough warmth to stop him from