it's my first fic and i'm nervous

Firstly, this fic is for @kaschy , who gave me the idea for this fic in the first place. Secondly, I’m really sorry if this isn’t in character! It’s my first time properly writing both Ymir and Porco, and I’m still learning. And finally, I’m nervous about posting this, purely because I’m not sure if this is even coherent, as its longer that the usually tiny fics I write.. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

The girl who kneels on the podium above him looks defeated, and one could say almost broken. Her dark eyes are glazed over, and her skin is pale. Despite it all though, the girl does not look afraid. She isn’t trembling, nor is she crying. Porco admires her for that.

He doesn’t know why he’s arrived at the chamber so early. He doesn’t know why he’s standing there, hands in his pockets, staring up at the girl.

It seems almost cruel, on his part.

“Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?” The girl suddenly speaks, “Because if you’re wanting some, you’re not getting it. I have someone back there” Her voice trails away as she speaks, and she falls quiet again.

Porco raises an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side as he stares up at her. It’s not every day that he gets to meet someone this blunt, this stand-offish, especially when they’re a devil from that hell island. However, what interests the redhead the most is the mention of the ‘someone back there’

“You know, you’re gonna die here, right? You’re never gonna see that person again,” Porco states bluntly, and instead of the tears he expects from the woman, he recieves a gruff laugh.

“You don’t think I know that? Of course I fucking do,” she replies, “I started all this, so it’s down to me to finish it,”

Her words leave Porco more perplexed than before. Who is this woman? And why is she so calm with being here? Surely she knows her fate?

Confusion settles within Porco, and suddenly, he begins to feel uneasy. Something isn’t quite right here. The whole chain of events leading up to this has been so sudden, and he’s close to getting whiplash from it all. It doesn’t help that the Marley generals haven’t told him anything else but the fact that he’ll gain a power.

“What do you mean by ‘finish it’?” He finally speaks, “Who are you?”

“Ymir. My name is Ymir, and I was the mindless Titan who ate your brother,” she replies bluntly.

The words are stark against the silence of the cavern, and Porco’s legs almost give way. There’s no way this can be true. There’s no way that he is staring up at the sole reason why his brother never returned home.

He expects the anger to erupt within, but it doesn’t come. He turns away, closing his eyes.

“I’m sorry,”

The girls voice has changed once again. It has lost the fight that was present within it before, and now it sounds defeated again. Porco almost feels sorry for her, no, he does feel sorry for her.

He wants to hate her. He wants to hate her for killing his brother, but he can’t. He can’t bring himself to hate her when frankly, it wasn’t even her that did it.

Ignoring her apology, Porco turns to the girl again, wetting his lips before speaking, “Why did you…Why did you let yourself be captured?“He asks.

“I had to repay them. I had to settle my debts…” The girl begins,before lifting her head to look Porco in the eye. “I also.. I had to protect her… If I didn’t go, she would have got caught up in it all,” she murmurs almost desperately, her dark eyes almost black in the torchlight.

“So, She’s the person back there? What’s her name?” Porco asks without thinking. He has no idea why he’s asking, or why he even cares. He shouldn’t even be talking to her. Porco shouldn’t want to hear her story but he does, and he doesn’t know what to do about it.

“Historia,”

Porco doesn’t know what to do with this information, as he stands before the girl, minutes from devouring her and taking back his brothers Jaw. It seems so wrong, too personal.

The chamber doors open then, halting their conversation. Porco knows who it is, and backs away from the podium, his eyes never leaving the girl. She stares back, her eyes lifeless.

Porco knows the drill, he’s seen it been done, countless times before. Now however, he feels a strange emotion pulling at him. He knows that she is the enemy, she is the reason why the first attack on Paradis didn’t go as smoothly all those years ago, but he can’t feel anything but pity for her.

She was an ordinary girl given too big a name to uphold. It was tragic, really.

“If you end up going to that island-”

Just as he feels the needle prick the nape of his neck, she speaks one final time,

“-Please don’t hurt her”

katjatheepicninja  asked:

Hey I plan on posting my first fanfic (its gonna be a mostly loki fic with a little steve) and I'm a little nervous. Your blog is one of my favs and i was wondering if you have any advice for first time writers?

@katjatheepicninja The best advice I can give is to do your best, but remember, you will not please everyone and that is okay. They have their wants, you have yours. Write for you and enjoy it, do not force it and be brave, the first is the hardest. Sometimes the first few may not get a lot of reviews, but brave on, people will start to read it and you will get fans. There is something out there for everyone. 

I am going to put this on the page so others can add to it. 

Good Luck 

Title: Like The Stars That Shined
Author: butliamwhy
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Where: ao3
Word Count: 12k
Status: Complete
Summary: “Louis has stars in his eyes. Harry has known it since they were kids. They have their own tree, their own café booth, and so many years to fall in love. Perhaps a lifetime.”

Edit by: @jimmytfallon

FML (Tadashi X Reader)

This story is based on the following FML submission: 

Today, I called this girl I’ve had a crush on for 2 years to confess my love to her. However, as she picked up the phone, I got so nervous that I froze and couldn’t say a word. I was standing there, breathing heavily for 20 seconds. She got so freaked out that she threatened to call the police. FML.

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            Tadashi sits on the edge of his bed, clutching his phone and chewing nervously at the inside of his thumb. The anxiety-filled man was currently fighting with the angel and the devil on his shoulder, trying to gather up the courage to call Y/N. She is a beautiful young woman, about to begin her first year at SFIT. The two had met when they were both in high school, Y/N being a wide-eyed freshman and Tadashi a confident junior. They quickly became best friends, but Tadashi wished for more than friendship from Y/N. This led the tall man to his current predicament: should he call and confess his love for Y/N, or should he continue his silence?

            Hiro groans and rolls his eyes at his mess of a brother. “Would you just call her already?! You’ve been staring at your phone for a solid twenty minutes, Tadashi.”

            “What if I freak her out? What if she doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t want to ruin our friendship over this, Hiro. She probably doesn’t like me. Yeah, no, I can’t do this,” the older boy pulls off his hat and runs his fingers through his matted down hair.

            “You can and you will call her, ‘cause I am sick and tired of you always talking about ‘Y/N this’ and ‘Y/N that’ and moping around every time a different boy gets up the nerve to ask her out on a date and she says yes,” The younger Hamada crosses his arms over his chest, “Now, do you need me to call her for you or are you going to grow up and do it yourself?”

            Tadashi huffs, firmly placing his hat back on his head. He pulls up your contact in his phone, and hits the call button next to your number. He nods confidently as the phone wrings, sure he’s got this one in the bag. He’s sure that 1000%, without a doubt, you’re going to say that you felt the same way and had been waiting for him to finally make his move. Hell yeah. I AM the man. His confidence crashes when he hears you pick up the line.

            “Hey, Tadashi, What’s up?” He can hear your smile on the other end, but feels as if he’s suddenly frozen. “Are you alright Tadashi?” His nerves have taken control, and all he’s doing is breathing.

            Heavily.

            Into the phone.

            “Tadashi, is that you?”

            Breathing, breathing, breathing.

            “Okay, well, whoever the fuck you are, you’re really freaking me out.” There’s no answer, just breathing. “If you don’t knock it off, I’m calling the fucking cops, asshole.” Much to your relief, the person who called you hangs up and the line goes dead.

            “What was that all about?” your roommate, Honey Lemon, steps out of the kitchen and slides into her spot on the couch next to you. She hands you a mug of hot chocolate and takes a sip of her own, looking curiously at you. You were still shaking after the terrifying phone call, so you did something very out of character for you.

            You burst into tears.

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            “Wow,” Hiro says, slack-jawed and staring at the train wreck he was apparently related to. “You know, I don’t think that could have gone much worse. Yep, I’m pretty sure that was definitely the worst possible outcome for that phone call.” He spins his desk chair away from his computer to look at Tadashi. The older boy is now leaning against his bed, long legs sprawled out in front of him, hat off once again and fingers tangling their way through his now unruly hair.

            “I would appreciate it if you would stop talking,” Tadashi seethes. Groaning, he rakes his fingers down his face. “God, how did I fuck that up so bad? I froze up and now she thinks I’m a psychopathic loser. She’ll never want to talk to me again.” Tadashi covers his face with his hands and sighs.

            “So what are you gonna do about it?” Hiro says, wheeling his chair over to his moping older brother.

            “Nothing. I told you, she’ll never want to talk to me again.”

            “Y’know, for someone who’s so smart, you’re really stupid sometimes. She obviously likes you: she gets all blushy and nervous and weird around you, just like you do when you’re around her. It’s gross,” Hiro sticks a finger in his mouth and pretends to gag. “But anyways, you should go talk to her before she gets a restraining order against you or something.”

            Tadashi flushes at the thought of you being nervous around him. Could you really be into a total nerd like Tadashi? He rises from his slouch on the floor, picking up his phone and keys from the bedside table. He ruffles Hiro’s hair, grabs his bike helmet, and quickly and stealthily rushes down the stairs, successfully avoiding any and all questions from Aunt Cass about where he was going this late at night. It was only 10:00, but that was practically midnight to his aunt. He knew he could make it to your apartment by 10:30 if he hustled, so without further hesitation he jumped on his scooter and left his home behind.

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            Honey Lemon opens the door to find a breathless Hamada brother on the other side instead of the pizza delivery guy she was expecting. Tadashi can faintly hear (Your favorite Disney movie) playing from inside the apartment.

            “Hey,” he says, awkwardly waving at the blonde girl, who does not seem particularly happy with him, judging by the piercing glare she’s sending his way.

            “What the hell was that?” She says in a harsh whisper. She steps outside of the apartment and closes the door until it is almost shut so you won’t be able to hear the conversation. Her eyes were alight with a fury he had never encountered from the normally bubbly girl.

            “I freaked out, okay? I was calling to ask Y/N if she wanted to go out with me, but I freaked out and blew it. I had to come talk to her in person because I screwed everything up. Does she hate me now?” Tadashi rubs the back of his neck nervously.

            “I have no idea, it took me a solid ten minutes to get the story out of her because she was crying so hard. Crying, Tadashi. Y/N. She literally never cries,” Honey Lemon speaks quietly, not wanting you to overhear the conversation.

            Tadashi has never felt like more of an asshole in his entire life, and pleads with Honey Lemon to let him talk to you. Sighing, She steps away from the door and allows the boy to enter.

            He slips off his shoes and steps lightly into the clean apartment, which smells faintly like vanilla and has white Christmas lights and photographs on the walls. He lightly runs his fingers over a large, framed picture of the two of you that was taken at your high school graduation in the spring. You were wearing a (your school color) robe and his San Fransokyo Ninjas hat, while he wore a light blue shirt, grey cardigan, and your graduation cap on his head. You were both laughing in the photo, arms happily wrapped around each other. He had a copy of the same photo sitting on his desk at home. Smiling at the photograph, he walked into the living room.

            You’re too enraptured by the movie to pay attention to who had walked into the room. You turn, expecting to see Honey Lemon holding a box full of carb-loaded-love, but instead find the man you’ve been in love with since you moved to San Fransokyo. Now, four years later, with him leaning against the wall in your apartment, you were startled to say the least, judging by the ice cream carton that had slipped out of your hand and was now all over your blanket. Noticing the stream of melted vanilla snaking its way from the carton seems to shake you from your stupor. You see Tadashi leave the room and come back moments later with a wad of paper towels, dropping to his knees in front of you and wiping the gooey mess off your blanket. Sitting back on his heels, he looks up at you.

            “Hey,” he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

            “Hey,” you repeat, your guard still up after the night’s strange events.

            “So, um, I want to apologize for scaring you out earlier. The truth is, I was, uh, I was calling to tell you that I really, really, like you, but instead I froze up and freaked you out. Jesus, Y/N, it’s just–damn, you make me so nervous–” Tadashi’s nervous tirade is cut short by your soft lips pressing against his cheek. A blush blossoms across his cheek and reddens his ears.

            “You are the biggest dork I’ve ever met, Tadashi,” you murmur, taking his hand. “I think I’m in love with you.”

            “Y/N, I want to kiss you.”

            “Well, what’s stopping you?”

(•–•) (•–•) (•–•) 

A/N: Hey Guys! So that was the first fic I’ve ever published: I hope you liked it! I would love to take any sort of request or idea you’ve got (although, I am a kinda slow writer)! Thanks for reading!

So I wanted to write a solangelo Fae au and now I am enjoy my first story on tumble which is probably not going to be a oneshot so here I go my solangelo Fae AU titled

Ethereal

His face turned upwards towards the sky staring at the azure sky which was speckled with scarlet, rose, and orange. Light fell between the branches above him softly hitting the green grass below him. He loved this time of day and being able to watch the different colors slowly shrink and disappear under the nest of trees on the edge of the clearing.The world was silent around him as the sun continued to descend below the trees.

Smiling he grabbed the ball he had been playing with bouncing on to the grass below him watching the ball rise up in to the sky emulating the setting sun. Night was falling and the wind blew through the forest rustling the branches of the nearby trees. The leaves on a nearby bush shook startling the boy in to dropping the ball as a small squirrel rushed through the bush and up a tree. He watched the squirrel shimmy up the tree shaking his head at himself for being startled by such a simple thing before hurrying after his ball which was rolling away. 

Leaves ghosted over his cheeks and branches grabbed at his clothing as he moved further away from the clearing slowly disappearing in to the forest. The ball continued to roll away from the grass as the young child continued to trudge after it occasionally tripping over tree roots and rocks along the way. The boy was deep in the forest when the ball rolled in to a small patch of shadows obscuring it from his sight.

Teeth clamped down on his lips as the boy stifled a cry of frustration. He refused to loose that toy no matter what. It was his favorite. It was special. With determination only a child could hold he marched up to the shadows and disappeared along with his beloved toy. 

As he walked through the shadows he was aware of the strange shift in the silence of the world around him. Instead if the usual serene and light feeling of comfortable silence it was heavy and sad and almost terrifying. Nothing moved around him as light crept through the treeline only to dissipate long before the beams could touch the ground. The silence weighs on him and his knees and hands begin to shake with the effort to remain upright and he continued to trudge on.

The little light that filtered through the treetops abruptly disintegrated and the child was left a single golden blip in the darkness. With the absence of light came the absence of silence as whispers soon filled the air. Words of darkness and shadows reached his ears and strangled cries and insane giggles echoed through the stale air. The golden child stood frozen in the middle of the shadows refusing to even turn his head before he felt something. It curled around his unclothed leg and claws scraped down his shin all the way to his ankles. The feeling of blood oozing its way down his legs snapped him out of his stupor and he ran.

He ran and ran as shadows slinked by his sides and wrapped around his body. He ran as claws reached out ripping at his clothes and skin. He ran as the echoes of the voices grew louder and louder.

And then he stopped.

He stopped and slid on to the ground clutching the sides of his head and covering his ears. He was going to die here he knee it. He was going to die and for the first time he was scared. He was scared in the forest he had played in for as long as he could remember and he was scared of what death could mean.

He didn’t want to die.

He could feel it, his body growing colder, colder, colder as he sat there eyes closed ears covered and breathing sporadic. He could feel his heart as it slowed in his chest. His limbs and body were going numb, and his vision was fading in and out. He can’t move. He can’t move. He can’t move. He was going to die.

Then it was silent once more. His body was warm and he could move again. He could feel the hot salty tears running down his cheeks as he placed his hands over his eyes and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Then he saw light through his fingers and he slowly raised his head upwards. In front of his face were lights, small, beautiful, bright tinkling lights of all colors drifted in front of his face and in every color he could think of. 

His eyes follow the lights around the shadows till they stop on a little boy who sits on the floor of the shadows back turned to him. He spots ebony hair and ivory skin from where he sits Cautiously he stands up walking towards the figure kneeling down beside him. 

“Hello,” the boy jumps up, startled briefly staring at the golden haired boy before him then lowering his gaze down towards the ground. “I was wondering if you might have been the one who saved me and made those lights”. The boy makes no movement to saying anything simply giving a small nod towards the questions. A smile of relief and happiness blooms across the child’s face. “Thank so so so so so much for saving me my names Will whats your”. The boy looks up at Will who gasp taking a step away from the boy. The boys eyes are a shining sterling silver and his pupils are a dark black color. Fear flashes across the silver eyed boys fae and he lowers his gaze, stands up and begins to walk away. 

Will jumps up rushing after the boy and grabbing his arm. The boy tenses yanking his arm away and turning towards Will. His eyes are angry and the corners of his mouth are turned down in a scowl and past his lips Will spots small teeth and several large canines. His eyes travel down wards and his notices the boys nails which are long and sharp reminding him of a large dogs trimmed claws. 

Will gulps audibly steeling his nerves and grabbing his arm again.”Please can you show me the way out, please I don’t want to get hurt again”. The boy opens his mouth and before closing it and ripping his arm away from Will’s grasp. He slowly trudges in to the shadows disappearing along with the lights. Will hangs his head as tears already begin to build in his eyes. 

A light drifts up towards him landing right above his nose. Suddenly the boy is standing there again gesturing for Will to follow after him. A smile lights up his features as he rubs the tears away and rushes after the boy and the lights. 

The walk through the shadows is silent and gradually Will begins to see small beams of silver moonlight falling from above. He begins to see silhouettes of plants and he can once again hear the rustling of the leaves in the night wind. He emerges once more in the clearing he was playing in before. He lets out a sigh of relief at the familiar sight. Turning his head to his side he goes to thank the boy only to find the boy nowhere insight and in his place the red ball. 

“WILL” a woman’s voice calls in to the night. “WILL WILL WHERE ARE YOU.” He stares at the ball before calling out to answer the voice. “I’m here mom in the clearing.” A woman with brown hair and brown eyes burst through the trees. Her face melts in to a smile of relief and tears spring in to her eyes as she rushes over scooping up her boy and squeezing him tight. 

“William Anthony Solace I was so worried about you. Where did you go when you didn’t come in I thought something happened to you and when I though that I think I might have died but I came back to look for you and I didn’t know what to do when I couldn’t find you and and don’t you ever worry me like that again I might actually die if you do it again.”

Will smiles squeezing his mother just as tight as she is him. “I know mom I just ran after my toy and lost track of time trying to find it, I’m sorry.” The mother sniffles letting her son drop on to the ground as she nods her head in understanding. “Okay your still grounded for three days for giving your poor dying mother a heart attack.” Will lets out a small giggle at his mothers words before sighing upon realizing what a grounding would mean for him. 

The mother looks down at her son’s pouting face and smiles as she kneels down to embrace him. “Don’t worry munchkin it will be over before you know it. Now why don’t you get your stuff so we can go back home.” Will nods reaching down and grabbing his ball. 

When his fingers brush the surface of the ball a warmth travels through his body. A soft and shy voice no more than a whisper fills his head. “My name… is Nico and I’m glad your okay Will.” A large grin spreads across Will’s face as he happily grabs his mother’s hand and the walk past the trees to his home. 

Well that’s it for the first chapter. Oh god I hope it was good I’ve never posted on Tumblr before so I hope whoever happens to read this enjoys it. God I’m so nervous to post this. Well here I go

Save that Child

A year ago on 16/7/2015, I was taking a break in my workspace and decided to check out a new trailer on You Tube. It was the AOT live action version trailer. I was intrigued by the plot and found out there’s an anime version of it. I took a chance and the rest is history. A year later, here I am. Writing shitty self-indulging levihan fanfics. I don’t know guys. This is a mistake. lol.

Tumblr prompt from @prosotankutu : Levihan- Hanji saves a baby.

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1 Year Ago

Year 840

The Fall of Wall Maria

It was a beautiful day. A good day for an expedition beyond the walls. Everybody was in a high spirit as they crossed the gates, only a few titans spotted along the way to the checkpoint. And then it rained. Hanji didn’t expect her day to take a turn to the south. In the morning, she was excited to leave the walls and meet those pesky titans. Now, she only wanted everything to end. They returned with their heads hanging low and more dead bodies to throw to the pile. To add more to their despair, Commander Shadis just had a breakdown in the full view of the folks in Shinganshina. Crying and wailing to a heartbroken mother, what a day. It was supposed to be beautiful.

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anonymous asked:

Holsom please!! Platonic or romantic

This is really short, but I’ll probably turn this into a full size fic! Also working on a Charmer fic to post onto ao3. I’m excited. 

Send me prompts!


Holster was actually nervous. He’s been nervous tons of times in his life, he even gets nervous during TV episodes sometimes. But Ransom has never made him nervous before. Ransom was comfortable and all instinct. Even the first time Ransom went into coral reef mode, Holster had been calm because he’d felt with things like this from his sister. He knew Ransom like the back of his hand.

They had met at Niagara Falls a handful of times already.

It’s never been a date. There’s never been pressure there’s just always been friendly, bro time that he’d accept graciously because he missed Ransom. Now that they’re dating, there’s pressure.

And he’s only got 15 minutes left in the car to work it out.

Being so close, feelings were all mixed together. Holster couldn’t establish platonic feelings and romantic feelings until he was leaning in to kiss Ransom for the first time. Ransom kissed back and the rest was history.

Except they never got to go on a real first date. It was always hanging out in their room, watching Netflix or sometimes cuddling on the green couch that almost resulted in a pie ban every time.

Niagara Falls is a cheesy first date, and Holster is all about cheesy romance. He wants it to be the best date he could possibly give, setting up for a great week.

He pulls into the visitor center and checks his phone. Ransom should be there in a few minutes so Holster turns up his music and tries to relax. He starts jamming out a bit, but jumps at a knock at his window. Ransom’s grinning at him.

Ransom looks amazing like he always does. He looks so happy and Holster smiles back to and they walk to the dock together.

They have casual talk about their summers, and hold hands in casual silence as the boat leaves. They’re closer to the side of the boat, and Holster looks to the front and sees a couple getting married.

“We could get married like that, like Jim and Pam,” Ransom says, looking out at the water. Holster whips his head around quicker than he ever has.

“What?”

“I’m just kidding Holster, trying to get you to relax,” Ransom smiles and looks back at him. Holster leans into him, shifting into the rail too.

“Well I guess it worked Justin.”

“Ooo first names Adam?”

“We gotta start sometime if we’re gonna get married.”

fin~

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So I was playing around with some writing ideas and I came up with this. It’s the first time I’ve ever written an a/b/o style fic and I really want to know what you all think before I’d ever post it haha. 

I’m kind of nervous about it but it would be a mini series type thing, I’ll post a sneak peak under the cut and that way you guys can tell me if it’s something you’d want to read. Please give me feedback on this one, like I said it’s the first time I’ve written this style of fic…

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The Case of the Sinister Wardrobe - Chapter 1 - bagofcats - Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]
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Ahhhh!! I did it! I posted the first chapter of my fic! I’m so nervous! 

Thank you so, so much to everyone in this lovely fandom. This wouldn’t even be a thing without your encouragement and support, you guys have given me the confidence to write fic, which I never thought I’d ever do. Thank you!

anyway enjoy 

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Blood sticks, sweat drips

Chapter 1/? of Willingly Damned

(Read it on AO3.    Check out the picspam I made.)

Modern AU where Bellamy is part of an underground fight ring, and Clarke is just trying to stay out of trouble.

The air weighs heavily, sticky with the heat of too many bodies crowded together. Clarke can barely hear herself think over the noise. The crowd thrums with excitement, hopped up on alcohol and adrenaline: a dangerous combination.

Clarke grips Raven’s fingers, her hand clammy with sweat as her best friend guides her through the tangle of sweaty bodies. The press of bodies around her is almost suffocating and she barely manages to stay upright, jostled from all sides. She spots a girl from her psychology class dressed in a low-cut black romper. Raven pulls her forward and Clarke loses sight of the girl in the sea of college students crammed together in the damp, stale basement.

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Live a little (Why don't you?)

Summary: As the son of the British Ambassador, Zayn’s life is very dull. Uneventful routines and boring political gatherings are all he knows. That is, until he meets Niall.

Pairing: Ziall

W/C:6,000+

A/N: This is dedicated to niallhoranisasecretfurby for encouraging me to write this. This is my first Ziall fic (gulp).

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