#sort of fluffy

[zinderellaonfire]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rammstein Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Richard Kruspe/Till Lindemann Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Waxing, Body Hair Summary:

Till tracks his every movement like he’s doing something new and wondrous instead of a routine he’s done hundreds of times before.

[queerchester-from-beacon-hills]

Prompt from this list. : i was shrunk to 4 inches tall by a witch and now i kinda live in your kitchen without you knowing au "As per Laura’s instructions, Derek had gone out to meet with a witch who could potentially be their Emissary. Except. Except she was not exactly magnanimous when Derek had turned down her advances. Which Derek still blamed on Laura. So now, he was four inches tall. And separated from his Pack. And stuck in an apartment that smelled of overly horny young adult, and curly fries, and fox, and werewolf, and the overpowering smell of cinnamon/lightning/rain/pine/apple. And he's naked because apparently, clothes don’t shrink with you when you’re hit with a shrinking spell. Who fucking knew? Not Derek."

[crestie-queen]

Stilinski to Hale or the one in which Stiles and Derek get married. Characters: Derek, Stiles, Lydia, Laura, Peter M...

A sterek wedding

Derek, Stiles, Lydia, Peter, Laura

Brief mentions of Scott, Allison, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Melissa, John,

[miryamwinchester]

[team-narry-or-die]

Frustration

Harry was exhausted as he headed to another interview with Niall. All day long, they’d been doing interviews to promote the movie, and someone had decided it was a good idea to split them up into groups. So Liam, Louis, and Zayn (the taken ones) had been put in one group while Niall and Harry (the single ones) were the second group. Of course everyone around them knew that Niall and Harry weren’t really single but actually dating each other, but obviously their management would never let them come out about their relationship. They were worried it would hurt the band’s image and deplete their fanbase. Harry didn’t really understand why because from what he’d seen on tumblr, a lot of the fans supported his relationship with Niall, which apparently wasn’t so secret after all.

It wasn’t that Harry minded having to do separate interviews with just his boyfriend, but he hadn’t seen him in a week. He had gone whole a week without touching or kissing his irresistible boyfriend, and it was driving beginning to drive him crazy. Every few minutes he found himself staring at Niall’s pretty pink lips just picturing them wrapped around the head of his dick. When he wasn’t mesmerized by Niall’s lips, it was his hands. His rough, calloused hands that felt so delightful on his skin. Needless to say, he was hard, and painfully so.

To make matters worse, Niall was angry with him. At first, Harry had thought he was just being paranoid, but now he was absolutely positive that he had done something to piss his boyfriend off. But he had no idea what it could be. He had texted/talked to Niall on the phone constantly. He hadn’t gone out with any suspicious-looking girls on “dates.” He had been nothing but attentive to Niall as soon as he arrived in London. He was completely perplexed. First, he had made a joke about Niall walking past girls’ schools. He hadn’t meant anything by the comment, but Niall had gone off on him. Harry just shrugged it off at first. He had made Niall sound like kind of a pervert. But then he got mad at Harry for whistling loudly (again, he may have been acting a little immature) and hadn’t laughed at any of Harry’s jokes like he usually did.

But even that Harry blamed on Niall just being tired since he’d been partying at V Fest all week. It became fully apparent to Harry, however, that Niall was mad at him when he had walked off during their break without saying a word to him. It didn’t matter if Niall was having the worst day ever. He would never ignore Harry unless he was upset with him. Harry had sat there confused for a minute before getting up to go to the bathroom. When he came back, Niall was sitting in the chair next to his, tapping his fingers on his leg impatiently. Harry sat down and reached for Niall’s hand, but Niall just yanked it away, mumbling “not here, Harry.” Harry winced. That hurt. He felt tears begin to form behind his eyes but willed them back, refusing to cry in public. Of course that was the moment the next interviewer walked in.

 A middle-aged blonde woman sat down across from them, smiling politely as she introduced herself. Niall scooted closer to Harry, confusing the younger boy. Hadn’t he been angry with Harry for trying to touch him a minute ago? Harry was bored for most of the interview. He sat back, allowing Niall to do most of the talking while he contemplated what he could have done to upset the blonde. He kept glancing at Niall every so often to make it look like he was participating somewhat. So far Niall seemed to be acting pretty civil towards him, and he was starting to feel a bit better.

 The interviewer then asked them if they ever argued with the other boys. Niall said it’d been a while since they’d had one, so Harry cut him off playfully.

 “No it hasn’t,” Harry exclaimed.

 “Shut up, you idiot,” Niall said. Harry wasn’t sure if he was being playful back or if he really wanted Harry to shut up, so he just said nothing.

 Just then the interviewer began asking Niall about V Fest. “I kinda get the feeling that actually you’re the ladies man,” she said, motioning to Niall. Harry’s ears perked up. What had happened at V Fest?

 “What was he doing?” Harry asked.

 “He was just talking to lots of different ladies,” she chucked. Harry turned to Niall, offering him a fist bump, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that the words hurt him. Niall just laughed it off. Harry carried on with the rest of the interview as if nothing was wrong, but he didn’t really pay a lot of attention to any more questions.

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As soon as the interview was over, Niall walked off again with another word to Harry, which quite frankly, made Harry extremely angry. After all, he wasn't the one who'd been flirting with a bunch of girls all week.

Harry followed Niall out to the car that was waiting to take them back to the hotel they were spending the night in. Niall was staring aimlessly out the window when Harry slid in next to him, deciding it was probably best to just leave the older boy alone. He sifted through his mind, wondering what he could have possibly done to make Niall so upset.

"So, how was your week off?" Niall snapped at him suddenly, breaking Harry out of his trance.

"What?" Harry asked, astonished. Was Niall seriously inferring that he'd been the one to do something wrong? "It was fine. I mean I wasn't out hitting on loads of girls but -"

"Fuck you, Harry," Niall spat. "I wasn't hitting on those girls. You're the one who - "

"Oh, really?" It was Harry's turn to cut Niall off. "Then you expect me to believe they're all 'just friends?'" Niall glared at him before turning back to the window. Harry assumed this mean they were done talking for now. Apparently he was wrong.

"How come you never told me about you and Ed?" Niall asked softly. Harry gaped at his boyfriend, who looked genuinely hurt.

"What are you talking about?" Harry shrugged. "There's nothing to tell." He and Ed hadn't been together in ages. That had all stopped once Harry began actively pursuing Niall. 

"So you two didn't used to fuck all the time?" Niall asked. Harry sighed.

"That was before - I haven't," Harry paused. "Look, before you and I got together, I was so frustrated. I just wanted you. Ed was the only person who knew about my feelings for you, and one night, it just sort of happened. Then it kept happening, but I was only with him because I thought I couldn't have you." Harry reached for Niall's hand. "It was never anything serious, okay? And it's over now. I swear." Niall didn't pull his hand away, which Harry took as a good sign, but he refused to look at the younger man. Finally, Niall spoke.

"So you don't have feelings for him?" he questioned. 

"No," Harry promised. "He's my best friend, but that's it. I swear."

"And you guys haven't, you know, since - "

"Of course not," Harry assured his boyfriend. "I would never do that to you. Nothing happened with Ed this week. Nothing has happened with Ed at all since we've been together." 

Niall offered Harry a small smile. "Okay," he said finally. "I'm sorry. I just -"

"It's okay," Harry said before kissing Niall gently, making sure to put as much passion into the kiss as possible. "I love you," he whispered as he pulled away.

"I love you too," Niall replied. "So much. I promise not to doubt you again." 

Harry smiled, taking Niall's hand in his own as they rode back to the hotel in comfortable silence. 

  This was gonna be smutty but I got lazy towards the end. Sorry. Anyway, I hope you like it, and if you want me to like do a part two with make up sex or something, I will.