Posts by magee11

Okay. :3

Zayn barely even moved as Liam went to get up, his arm just falling limply from around his fiancée's waist to rest on the bed. Honestly, that was just how tired he was. Normally if Loam got put of bed at anytime before Zayn was up, the dark haired lad would wake up from the lack of another body, particularly Liam, next to him. He needed the younger lad there to cuddle with and had gotten use to ha Ingram Liam in his bed to cuddle up to, so when the brown eyed lad got up and was no longer there, Zayn generally awoke. But, not recently. Which was bad. He should be getting up when the shorter of the two did, especially when he was getting up to go vomit. The Muslim lad felt as if since he'd helped make these babies, he should be there to help Liam when he was dealing with the effects of them. But, he couldn't very well do that if he was asleep. And lately, you couldn't even wake him up anymore. Well...you could, but something so simple as his lover leaving the bed wouldn't even make him stir anymore. His hours at work had increased, but by choice of the model. He was working more so that he'd get paid more, and ultimately would have extra money so that he'd be able to stay at home with Liam a bit longer when the triplets were born. His job did provide him some time, about two weeks, but Zayn wanted at least a month. And with working the extra hours, he planned to get it. But, that also meant less sleep than he'd already been getting, and that was taking an even greater toll on him and his body than before. And with triplets on the way, this wasn't really a good habit to form.

Harry had to muffle a slightly amused chuckle at Niall's second purr, because really, that was just to goddamn adorable. Niall in general was to cute, and then add in the fact that he had a fluffy white tail and ears, and it was just a giant no of adorableness. Honestly, Harry coils fawn over the blonde lad forever if you let him, same with Louis. Both were utterly adorable, but surprisingly could turn sexy at the snap of the fingers. Like Niall had just demonstrated a minute ago, when they'd been cuddling and all of the sudden the blue eyed lad had suggested snogging randomly. As if Harry was complaining, though. He clearly loved to do things like that with both of his boyfriends, the same amount. Not one over the other. Harry felt his lashes brushing agaist Niall's cheeks and smiled, somewhat amazed at the fa t that the Irish boy had yet to touch Louis or himself yet, since normally the hybrid was all over them, his hands running up and down and over both of their bodies. Niall must really want those toys and a collar. He hardly ever had this much motivation for anything else, and the fact that it was over this, something sex and entertainment related, was a bit amusing to Harry.

Zayn sniffles a bit when Liam got back into bed, hardly shifting when his fiancée put his arm back around the younger lad's petite waist. Well, now it was a but bigger, but not by to much. It was a healthy amount, seeing as the younger was pregnant with triplets and should have a considerably bigger stomach than he normally did at this point. Zayn lobed it, when he was conscious anyways. He lobed to whisper and talk and sometimes even sing to Liam's stomach, talking softly to his unborn triplets that he already loved so much. However, he may or may not have subconsciously tightened his grip around Liam, his sleep induced mind pulling him closer to his half clothed body. The older of the two was only wearing boxers, which is what he normally slept in. He had to at least have those on. Zayn's eyes fluttered slightly as he nuzzled his nose sleepy into Liam's hair, in that awkward half awake half asleep stage. His mind knew he didn't want to fully wake up, yet he was in that part of unconsciousness where he could somewhat sense things. Zayn made a soft noise in the back of his throat, breathing out through his nose as his long eyelashes brushed against his own cheeks, his unshaven, scruffy and stubbly cheeks at that.

Harry blinked in surprise up at Niall, raising an eyebrow at the blonde lad. He'd just laughed. Niall almost never laughed, and hadn't for at least a year. Which Harry knew why, but Niall really did have a beautiful laugh. It was soft and it literally may be one of the younger lad's favorite noises. He honestly wished he could hear it more often.

The green eyed lad smiled faintly back up at his boyfriend, just barely showing off his white teeth. But truthfully, that was an accomplishment. Harry didn't smile all that much anymore, just like Niall didn't laugh. But if things kept going on like they were at this moment and in this past hour, he definitely would. He just wouldn't be able to help it if Niall kept on With this sweet to him constantly.

The curly haired lad was once again was cuddling up to the Irish lad as soon as he was lying back in their bed, humming softly. He tucked his face back into the crook of Niall's neck, letting his green eyes close. His long lashes...for a guy anyways, brushed against the blue eyed lad's soft skin.

Harry's smile only grew a bit more at Niall's words, to the point where the dimples that haven't shown in the past months, appeared on his cheeks. "I love you too," He mumbled softly, his voice quiet. He knew Niall do have to go to work soon, the job he absolutely despised, but knew was required soon. So, he was making use of the time he had with the blonde until he left.

Zany stirred slightly as Liam pressed his face into the crook of his neck, his neck tipping back slightly subconsciously so that Liam would have more room. They had such a routine and were so adapted to it, that he could literally do it in his sleep like he was. They always cuddled, and did it in a certain way, that Zayn was unbelievably use to it. Liam always spooned into Zayn, his face tucked into his neck, unless it was one of the few times that Zayn was cuddling into Liam, and in those cases, Zayn would cuddle into Liam's side and rest his head on his chest since he couldn't rest it on his stomach anymore. You know, considering the fact that Liam had a baby bump twelve months big with triplets. They had to be very careful now that Liam was getting bigger and actually starting to show that he was pregnant. If someone were to glance at the brown eyed lad, now he was at the point were he actually looked pregnant and not just pudgy, that person could easily tell now. Zayn sniffled again, still holding his fiancée tight against his lengthier body. The Muslim lad was about six or so inches taller than the younger lad, a sizable height difference that still wasn't just as big as Niall's and Harry's. it was clearly noticeable, however.

Zayn, since at this point in time, had no longer been in a deep sleep and instead had transferred into a lighter stage of sleep when Liam got up and from all the shifting, blinked open his eyes as his fiancée was shivering against him and pulling the blankets up higher around the pair. He frowned sleepily, but was letting out a content noise just seconds later when he felt Liam breathing softly on his neck. The older lad always enjoyed that feeling, because just like hearing the younger lad's heartbeat, it assured him the brown eyed lad was okay. Zayn tilted his head down so he could kiss his lover's forehead, bringing a hand up to gently play with the pregnant lad's soft, short hair. "Are you cold, beautiful? Because I can get another blanket for us or something," He offered groggily, still hardly even half awake. And his voice was thick and slow, rough like his morning voice always was. But, he wasn't going to be fully awake for awhile now. Zayn had never been a morning person, so it constantly took the golden brown eyed boy longer to actually get up and functioning. For now though, he closed his eyes again, just breathing in Liam and focusing all his attention on staying awake and not falling back asleep.

Zayn's nose crinkled in surprise as Liam kissed him, his mind to slow at this moment since he'd only just woken up to process kissing back or pulling away. So instead, he just blinked at his fiancée once he had stopped and pecked his cheek, smiling lightly. "You know, you probably shouldn't kiss me since I have morning breath," He mumbled after a few seconds of a paused silence, burying his face into the younger lad's neck. It honestly wasn't bad, Zayn just always worried over little things like that. Plus, he was hardly coordinated enough to even breathe when he first woke up, let alone kiss Liam back properly. And that was part of the reason why they'd never had morning sex. The older lad pressed a gentle kiss to the brown eyed lad's neck, exhaustion nearly bringing him down and making him sink slowly back into sleep. That was evident from the bags that were almost constantly under his eyes now. But of course, he didn't. Liam was up, and that meant Zayn would be up. Even though Liam refused to wake him up on purpose, if Zayn somehow woke up by himself because Liam was doing something, he'd be up for the day, no matter if it was four in the morning. He always tried to be up if Liam was, seeing as he didn't want the younger lad to feel lonely or as if Zayn was ignoring him or didn't care. "But, good morning," He murmured into Liam's skin, slipping his arm back around the shorter lad's slim waist that was slowly thickening out due to the triplets.

"Well, that's good," Zayn mumbled softly, not quite able to hold a full conversation at this point. He was hardly succeeding in staying awake, so really, anything more than that as of now shouldn't really be expected of him. But, it was Liam, so he'd try to stay awake for him and talk and such. He always tried to make and keep his fiance happy, and he apparently was told he was doing a good job of it. He fluttered his eyes open and glanced up at Liam from his position that he was currently in, his golden brown eyes a bit darker like they were a majority of the time in the mornings. "And, that's natural as well, baby. You're expected to be growing, you have our three babies in you," He spoke, smiling lightly and humming contently when he felt Liam's hand finding a place to settle in his messy, dark hair. He liked to have his hair played with, but of course only by Liam. He grinned, sleepily and crooked, but still all the same, at what Liam said last with the nickname. "And I love you too, Libear," He added softly, keeping up the something of a tradition that the engaged couple had started many years ago.

Zayn relaxed into Liam's touch, content for the moment to have his fiancée playing with his hair and cuddling close. He knew that Liam liked his hair the most like this, as Liam has said many times over, but he couldn't keep it like this all the time. Sure, it was soft and such like this, but it was also flat and messy. For modeling, he had to keep his hair up in a neat quiff, unless they wanted him to have it styled down. But even then, when it was styled down, it was still completely different than how his natural hair was. Falling in his eyes and out of place, the black locks settling however they want. Zayn, despite himself being a full grown twenty something year old man, still had to resist the urge to pout as Liam mentioned that he should probably get up and let Loki out. They could easily continue cuddling before they'd gotten the puppy back, and still could if they wanted. But the huskey was just that, a puppy. And he'd pee in the house if he wasn't let out. But, Zayn was glad he'd gotten the dog back from his parent's house for Liam. Now the lad wasn't completely alone whenever Zayn wasn't home, which was a majority of the time. And Loki was just Liam's dog, he deserved to have him. "Okay," He muttered, rolling over and burying his face into a pillow. Going back to sleep sounded tempting, but Liam was up, so Zayn would eventually get up too.

Zayn sighed, sitting up a few moments after Liam and the dog had left the room and headed downstairs. The blankets pooled in his lap, his bare torso now exposed to the air as he stretched his arms above his head. A soft groan passed his lips, his muscles tensing and wavering before he relaxed again. He rolled his shoulders, attempting to loosen up the stress knots that had formed with time, cracking his neck as he did so. He had so many knots and tense spots on his body, some from stress and some from not sleeping well, and when he did, sleeping wrong. He got up after a bit, pondering pulling on a pair of sweats over his boxers, which he did after a moment of hesitation. He hung them low on his hips, walking into their bathroom to pee. A minute later when he was done, he was brushing his teeth, rinsing his mouth out and his toothbrush off after brushing his teeth. He glanced in the mirror, running a hand through his his morning messy and slightly flat raven colored hair. The model ruffled the locks and chewed his lower lip, flicking the lights off to both his bathroom and their bedroom before walking down the hall, still foggy and slow with sleep. He padded with bare feet down the stairs, immediately going into the kitchen. He was making breakfast for the two, just like he always did almost every day of the week. Liam was pregnant and needed to eat actual meals that at least had some nutrition to them.

Zayn shot Liam a sleepy grin, the scruff he'd been growing out shadowing the sharp edges and curves of his face clearly. When he did take the mug, he just held it in his hands, letting it warm his skin for a moment until it felt like it was soaking into his bones. And he definitely didn't mind the feeling. It was nice and warming, certainly welcome to the Muslim model. He took a sip, his lashes brushing over his high cheek bones as he looked at his fiancée over the rim of his mug, letting out a happy hum. This was his favourite tea, and Liam always made the best cuppa. It made Zayn feel warm and content, always managed to wake him up a bit. Like it was doing now. He set the cup aside however a moment later on the counter, running his hand through his soft, raven black hair that was messy and unstyled because he'd just woken up and didn't feel like doing anything to it yet. Plus, Liam liked it best like this, which was a benefit of course. The older lad walked over to the younger lad, grinning affectionately at him even though exhaustion still weighed down his body heavily. It would for the next hour until he woke up more, and even then it wouldn't fully go away. Zayn was always tired, and it was only going to get worse when the triplets came. But, that wasn't either of the lads fault. They couldn't help it. Zayn was sleep deprived, his job obviously taking tolls on his body.

Zayn shook his head, realizing he hadn't answered the younger lad. See? This was the effect of not getting enough sleep. The older lad nodded in answer, rubbing his eyes as if he could get the dark circles under them to go away just by doing that. "Yeah, Babe, I was going to. I was just thinking a bit and....didn't answer," He mumbled quietly, his head tilting to the side for a moment as he felt Liam rubbing at his shoulder. That felt good for the time being, but he knew he should probably obey Liam's wishes, seeing as they were rather simple after all. And Zayn normally complied to them anyways, seeing that they were also his children and they needed to know who Zayn was and what his voice sounded like so that they'd have some idea as to what one of their fathers sounded like. The older lad knelt down on his knees infront of Liam, gently pushing the lad's shirt up and over his baby bump that surprisingly enough contained three babies. He hummed softly, brushing his nose over the taut skin and dropping a kiss to the developingly hard bump. It wasn't fat, and so it wasn't going to be squishy. And it wasn't. "Good morning, Darlings. How's your morning been so far?" He murmured softly, his still morning rough tone gentle for the triplets.

Zayn nodded at Liam's statement, gently brushing his thumb over the stretched surface of his fiancée's stomach. He couldn't feel them move yet, clearly, but neither could Liam. Liam would be able to feel the three of them moving around in his stomach in about a month, and Zayn anywhere from three weeks to a month and a half after that. But, back to what Liam had said, the model was very very tired. Constantly, even if in one night he got nine of hours of sleep he'd still be tired because his body was use to getting only two or three hours, four if he was lucky, so when he did get a lot of sleep on a rare occasion, his system would just want more of it to make up for the lost time. He honestly didn't know why he slept so little. Yes, his schedule was a large part as a reason to that, but even with his crazy work hours he still was always left with at least six hours to sleep. He knew that wasn't healthy, and he was beginning to think maybe he was a bit of an insomniac. He shoud probably make an appointment or something soon before the Triplets came, because it would only get worse with three babies in the house all at once. And that would not be good at all, for Zayn to get even less sleep than he was getting at the moment.

So, I'm pretty terrible at starting threads off, as I never know what to post. x3 Could you?

Zayn let out a soft hum, resting his forehead gently against Liam's baby bump as he felt his fiancée's fingers tangled into his hair. He wasn't like Harry were he'd practically purr and go pliant if you so much as tugged at his hair, but he certainly enjoyed the sensation. The older of the two slowly rose to his feet, drawing up to his full height just seconds after, letting Liam's shirt that was of course, actually Zayn's fall down to once again cover his pregnant belly. He smiled at the younger lad, bumping their noses lightly together before he gave him a peck to the lips. "I love you too, Libear," He mumbled quietly, using one of the many nicknames he used for the shorter lad. Libear was just one of the many, just like how Liam had many little pet names for Zayn in return. "And yeah, we've given each other a lot, but that's what people in relationships do. I'm just glad that I found you again, and now get to experience this part of my life, and clearly the rest of it, with you," He finished, tangling their hands together and bringing Liam's hand up to his mouth to press a kiss to the cool material of his engagement ring.

Thanks. :3 And is Harry just going to have like ears and a tail or what?

Louis sighed as he pushed open the back door, finally down with his shift at work. He'd been there eight hours straight, and that was to much time, in his opinion anyways, to be dealing with drunks and breaking up fights. Louis wasn't really stellar at that either, just look at his short and almost petite figure. The blue eyed lad was not made to be wedging his body between two much taller, broader men to stop their fists flying at each other. So really, he had no clue why he continued to work at the bar, but at the same time, he also kind of did. However, that was something to delve into later, considering that something a little further down the alley had caught his attention. Now, Louis wasn't a very cautious person, and that could be considered one of his downfalls, but that's what made him who he was. He was often loud, outspoken, and generally easy going. Some described him as sassy, but even if he may be so, he refused to use that word in relation to himself. And that was what led him to feel no need to be careful as the last light from the closing door behind him cast down the alley a ways, landing on what he made out as the hunched figure of a person. He didn't wince as the door finally did settle shut behind him and sent him into almost complete darkness except for the street lights, pulling his phone out of his hoodie pocket to shine the phone screen light and illuminate his way as he walked lightly down the alley. This was the normal way he took home for the past three years, and he'd never once encountered anything similar to this. He was curious.

Alright.

Louis was startled, but more or less surprised when he saw and heard the slightly hunched figure shift and clumsily scamper away, attempting to hide behind some cardboard. Well, it (he couldn't yet identify a gender) wasn't doing a very good job for two reasons. One being that Louis was only about four feet away from the person at this point, his eyes starting to adjust to the darkness. Two, being the person wasn't being very quite at all.he was bumping into stuff and knocking things over, speaking in an almost slurred voice. That wasn't the only peculiar thing about his speech though. His voice, and yes he was able to identify the person as a male by now, was low and gravely, cracking a certain points. He had the voice of someone in their twenties, but the way he was talking was that of a child no more than three years of age. Louis crinkled his eyebrows, tilting his to the side like he so often did when confused. Someone who'd had a bit to much to drink maybe? That didn't really justify the speech, however. None the less, Louis turned the screen on the lad, finding that yes in deed, he was certainly older than he sounded. By a lot. He had the looks of someone Louis' age, possibly a bit younger, but he looked dirty and a bit scared, but mostly indignant. "Ya' alright, mate?" Louis asked, Doncaster accent thick but carrying little precaution and not much heed to his earlier words. Louis had yet to notice the tail, or the ears on this hybrid.

Harry pulled away a moment after Louis, except he pecked Niall's lips a final time before he actually did so. The youngest gently ran his hands up the small expanse of The hybrid's flat stomach, his hands dipping down along with the curve of his body to brush lightly up and down his waist and sides. The green eyed lad thought for a moment, chewing his lower lip in the way that he did as he glanced up to Louis. "I don't know, darling," He hummed, but there was definitely more to come. "It's always fun to make him wait. Get him as riled up as possible, but then not let him have the release he wants until we find it fit," He murmured in a low voice, his eyes dropping back down to scan over his Irish boyfriend beneath him. Niall normally enjoyed that as well, for whatever f*cked up reason. Actually liked orgasm denial, and Harry was thinking it was just some off handish result of his need to be dominated and his pain kink. Having that pleasure and on the edge feeling of being so close to it and needing to come, but not being able to do so until he had permission from both of his other boyfriends. That was definitely a dominant and submissive thing, Niall clearly the most submissive of the three with Louis close behind.

Louis blinked in sympathy as he heard the lad whimpering out abou the bright ligh of his phone screen, but that didn't make him turn it off. It wasn't like he was shining it directly in the lad's face anyways, not like that was the most pressing issue as of the time being. He watched this person who he of course didn't know the name of, his blue eyes following the movement of him until his eyes landed on his curls and there was...oh. Cat ears. This of course came as a shock to Louis, but not as big of one as you'd think. Hybrids weren't some mythical creature told in story books, they were actually a real living species. They were just very very expensive, and illegal in many places because of the gentic alterations that had to be done o the person to get the animal qualities. England being one of the places were it was illegal to breed or sell hybrids, but not to own one. And yes he said sell, and an implication that they were expensive. They could be bought, which was rather sad, but the states that didn't outlaw the selling and buying of hybrids saw it simply as they weren't human anymore, so it wasn't human or even animal cruelty. But the hybrids couldn't help it. It was involuntarily that they were selecte to keep the species from becoming endangered, and Louis never really understood how any of this was considered moral and legal. He sighed as the lad he'd now identified as a hybrid shot between his legs, carefully side stepping him. That would explain his speech. Hybrids generally were not educated well, and were honestly treated more like animals than human even though they were a mix of both. Louis jumped in surprise, having been lost in his thoughts until the loud crash of the curly haired lad banging his head against a trash can echoed throughout the alley. "You okay, love?" He asked, gently squatting down so he was more level with the hybrid. He knew at this point he was pretty much talking to a person with the mental capacity of a toddler, and he was just hoping he didn't spoke this lad anymore than he may of already had. He was already probably somewhat scared, seeing as he was alone in an alleyway. Was he lost? Or had the hybrid run away? Louis was once again curious.

Louis let a little forms pull at the corner of his small but plump lips, noticing the blood on this hybrid's fingers as he pulled them away from his skull. Well, that wasn't very good at all, now was it? How was the lad suppose to deal with a cut and give it the proper treatment it needed to not get infected when he was clearly lost or at least a ways away from home in the dingy back parts of buildings and diners and bars? It wouldn't heal at all. Not to mention he looked dirty with matted curls and dirt streaks along his face and neck, probably other places too. The hybrid look helpless an clueless, maybe even a bit oblivious to the world. He was after all, equally amounts of human that he was animal, but here he was in the back alley chasing rats. The lad's refusal to acknowledge Louis beyond a glance or few words was so cat like, the hybrid stubborn in not wanting to talk to him. Or he really just didn't know how. The Doncaster lad didn't know if at this point he should just leave or try an continue whatever he was attempting at this point. Once he thought about it though, he really couldn't leave. That'd be like leaving a defenseless kitten with a broken leg on the side of the road. That was the equivalent of this. So, he tried a different approach. Louis stayed squatted on the ground and pocketed his phone so that they were both almost in total darkness, but spoke once more softly. "Do you have a name?" He asked, wondering and gentle.