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The mythical creatures preferences are too good !

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One Direction as Mythical Creatures:

Zayn Malik as an Elf (Tolkien)

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  “I just don’t understand how this is all possible,” You say, staring at the beauty of the man before you, though you know now that he’s not really a man, but an elf. His long, dark hair is braided back to reveal the points of his ears, which apparently is dead giveaway for his kind. He’s so similar to a human and yet so different, better even. Looking at him hurt, only because you know that you’ll never find anything as lovely as him ever again. He chuckles at your confusion and glances at you from over his shoulder, “Believe me, it is. Enough rest, we must get back to Rivendell before night fall,” He orders, crouching down beside the waterside to fill his tiny canteen, not for him, but for you. He knows that you’ll be thirsty on the journey. He plans to escort you, a human, back to his homeland in order to properly cater to your wounds. They’re minor really, just a few gashes and possibly a sprain from falling, but he insisted. He felt some sort of undeniable pull towards you, a pull that he’s only heard about in stories of his great Aunt Arwen who was also drawn to a human, a great King. It was strange, but he followed his heart and helped you. Had he not come to your rescue, you’re not sure what state you’d be in at the moment. You stumble a bit as you try to stand, wincing when you put weight on your foot, letting you know that it’s a lot worse than you originally thought. Zayn notices and offers you his arm, which you shyly take ahold of. “Thank you,” You mutter quietly, looking down at your feet so as not to trip and bring him down with you. In response, he nods courteously and smiles at you, his perfect pink lips stretching over his pearly white teeth. “Amin saesa,” He says, speaking a language that you’ve never heard of before, a beautiful one that sounds like a melody rather than words. You stare at him in awe, still confused as to what he just said, but not really caring because he looked and sounded pretty while saying it. After awhile of walking in silence, you decide to spark some sort of conversation with him, hoping to find something in common with the elf that you’re strangely attracted to. “What language was that you were speaking earlier? Elf language?” You ask, tripping over a rock and grabbing onto his shirt in fear of falling. Even though he’s clearly got you, it’s just instinct, and you slowly unleash your death grip on his nice elven outfit. “It’s Elvish, the language of our people. It’s very hard for humans to learn,” He informs with a smirk, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You can’t help but scoff, feeling like you could easily learn to speak it. It didn’t sound so hard, kind of like French, which of course you failed in school but that’s beside the point. “Teach me, we’ve got time,” You order, earning  yourself yet another breathtaking smile from this lovely elven boy as he continues to lead you to Rivendell, the Elven Land.

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One Direction as Mythical Creatures:

Niall Horan as a Fairy

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  You love this meadow, the bright colored flowers and sweet smell of nature that overcomes you every time you sit here. It’s as if you’re the only person in the world, completely isolated from the rest of humanity. In this place, you can finally be alone and at one with yourself. Taking out your notepad, you begin to sketch a few blooming flowers, listening to the sound of birds and trickling water from the creek. You’re at peace. As you start to shade your drawing, something rustles the flowers, startling you a bit. Assuming it must be some sort of insect, you shake it off, only to feel something whiz by your head and blow your hair into your face. You gasp and flail your hands around you, frantically swatting at whatever is pestering you. Suddenly you hear the sound of laughing, which frightens the living daylights out of you. You’re alone in this woods, you’re always alone in this woods, nobody else knows where this meadow is. “Hello?” You call out, setting your sketchbook and pencil down in the grass beside you. Your eyes dart from left to right as you rise to your feet, slightly terrified that something is going to jump out and bite you. Glancing down at your arm you notice something strange: glitter. There’s glitter in the grass, on the flowers, and also in your hair. Whirling back around to the rock you were sitting on, your mouth drops open upon what you now see perched in your spot. It’s a small and dainty creature, one that could literally fit in the palm of your hand. His blonde hair is decorated with a beautiful flower crown and his wings sparkle in the light of the sun. He’s holding your sketches, observing every minor detail and scrutinizing your choice of subject matter. You think at first that you must be dreaming, but are convinced otherwise when the tiny young man looks up at you, his bright blue eyes vibrant and excited. “These are quite good,” He says, smiling and gesturing to your drawings. You stutter and stammer, unsure as to what you’re supposed to say to this thing. He laughs heartily, sensing that you’re a bit confused and clears his throat, “You’ll have to excuse me, I’m not used to interacting with humans. My name’s Niall, I’m what your kind calls a ‘fairy’, and I think your drawings are lovely. I always watch you draw when you come out here, I hope that’s alright.” He’s very polite, which surprises you. A fairy? They really exist? You nod your thanks and seat yourself in the grass beside him, listening as he carries on about how much he loves your art.

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One Direction as Mythical Creatures:

Louis Tomlinson as a Dragon

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   ”Come on, keep up!” He says, his hand held tight around your own as he continues to drag you through the woods. You’re confused about many things, but you’re too out of breath to even attempt forming a sentence at the given time. Back at the cabin, Louis made an astounding confession to you, but it was so far fetched that you could only laugh and tell him that he must have had a bit too much to drink. Eager to prove you wrong, he forced you out into the woods in the middle of the night, completely disregarding the fact that there could be bears out there. He lets go of your hand and looks around him, taking in his surroundings before smiling at you. “Alright, this is good enough,” He breathes, barely winded from that marathon you two just ran. Holding up his hands, he looks at you with a serious expression, ”Now I want you to take a few steps back, okay? Don’t approach me, I’ll come to you.” You gape at him, wondering why on earth he insists on carrying this on as long as he has. Maybe he’s daft, maybe he’s brought you out here to kill you. You have no idea why, but you reluctantly do as you’re told. What you see next has you questioning your own sanity. He closes his eyes, seeming to concentrate very hard on each and every breath he’s taking. Smoke begins to curl out of his mouth and nostrils, making it hard to see as Louis slowly begins to double over. A sudden burst of heat causes you to back up even further, raising your hand to shield your eyes from the light and smoke. Suddenly kneeling before you is a large black creature, sporting scales and claws that could crush you in one swift movement. ”L-Louis?” You whisper, prompting something large and orange to slowly open, glowing brightly in the otherwise pitch black night. It takes you a beat to realize that it’s an eye; a reptilian eye; Louis’ eyeHe blinks

"Told you I was a dragon," The voice echoes through your mind and you gasp, slapping your mouth with your hands. In response, he lifts his giant head, and you swear you can see the faint hint of Louis’ smirk on it’s lips.

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One Direction as Mythical Creatures:

Liam Payne as a Werewolf

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  “You shouldn’t have come,” Liam growls, stopping dead in his tracks on the trail and whirling around to face you. The forest that you’ve followed him into is dark and eerie, the thick fog distorting your vision and making it hard to see him though he’s only a few feet away. There’s an intense hatred in his eyes that causes you to flinch as if he’s slapped you, confused as to why he’s so hostile. You’re speechless, unable to form words under his penetrating and terrifying gaze, completely frozen in fear. In mere seconds, he’s standing before you, towering over your tiny frame with a scowl on his full lips. “Get out of here,” He says, his voice harsh and intimidating, “Get out before it’s too late.” When you don’t budge, he grows even more frustrated and frantic, desperate to get you away from him as soon as possible. He reaches out and grabs ahold of your arm, his grip excruciatingly tight and rough, too tight to be considered human as he starts to drag you away. Crying out in protest, you beg for him to let you go. It’s as if he doesn’t even hear you, too focused on getting you out of there, though you can’t imagine why. You don’t know what’s so awful about him that you can’t see. Suddenly the pain increases, almost as if you’re being stabbed, causing you to shriek louder. This time, he notices, letting go immediately and allowing you to crumble to the forest floor, tears in your eyes as you clutch your arm. He backs away slowly, raising his eyes to the sky as the moon peeks out from behind a cloud. Almost instantaneously he falls on all fours, animal like sounds leaving his lips as he curses at the moon. He growls, he yelps and he snarls, as his body contorts every which way. A black sort of hairy creature begins to rip it’s way out of his skin, a sight that you can’t bring yourself to believe even though you’re looking right at it. Throwing his head back, he lets out an ear-splitting howl as the rest of his body transforms. Where Liam once stood, now stands a large, black wolf. Your eyes meet and you know it’s him, you can feel him within the beast. You don’t move, only stare, trying to grasp how this is even possible. 

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One Direction as Mythical Creatures:

Harry Styles as a Dark Angel

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  “It’s too late for me,” He says, his tone so withdrawn and discouraged that it doesn’t even sound like him. He sits on the edge of the stage, his glorious white wings hidden behind his back as you inch closer to him, completely mesmerized by his beauty. In all your life, you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything as lovely as him, it’s almost as if he’s not even real. He’s simple, dressed clad in a plain white t-shirt and dark jeans, but so complex in his soul that you find him hard to follow. He bows his head solemnly, placing both of his hands together like he’s praying. He begins to rub them together slowly, igniting flames in his palms and allowing you to see his face illuminated by the fire. He looks tortured, worn down and damaged but still so beautiful. He furrows his brows and stares at his hands, pain overcoming his originally impassive expression. You’re amazed, the way the fire leaves no mark on him, this magical creature that you’ve come to care for. He lifts his gaze to you, his once light green eyes now cold and black. There’s no light in him anymore, only darkness, “It’s reached my soul.” Suddenly his back arches and he screams out in anguish, a loud cracking noise filling the air as his wings start to change. You cover your ears and sink to the ground, absolutely horrified and yet intrigued, unable to look away from him. His hair flies wildly around him as he lifts his arms, spreading his wings that are twice as large as the ones he possessed before. He has transformed: where there was white, there is now black. His dark and brooding eyes flash as he smirks at you, appearing to be a completely different creature. His heavenly exterior is gone. The feeling of safety fades as he stares you down, causing fear to course through your veins.

"Do you believe in Hell?"

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You Tweet a Picture from Cochella.

Harry:

@(Y/T/N): “So a bandana is acceptable then?” Cochella 2k14 with this Hippie! x

Liam:

@(Y/T/N): Drunk in love with @Real_Liam_Payne :)

Louis:

@(Y/T/N): Bastille absolutely killed it! Couldn’t get this one to stop singing in my ear! xo

Niall:

@(Y/T/N): Didn’t I dress him well for his first time at Cochella? :)

Zayn:

@(Y/T/N): Great day with great music and great people :) @zaynmalik

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Anonymous :

I'm sure you have a huge list, but if ever need new ideas, here are a few: You guys go backpacking together What Broadway show you see together First night home with your new baby You're a YouTuber "You and I" themed preference There's a fire at your home

I’ll add all of these, thank you! Honestly lately I’ve been skipping around so, we’ll see! x

I’ve got some cool updates coming up! x

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Anonymous :

hiii can you please do one where you have a severe heart attack?? thank u :) x

I’ll add it! x

Anonymous :

Why isn't there going to be a part three?

Because there’s really no more to the story, and I have other preferences to do! x

Anonymous :

Can you please post a master list of all of your prefs??

Anonymous :

Are you going to be a part three

No part three! x

Scenario #74: The Boys Don't Approve of You (Part II)
Harry: "So it's Eleanor and Sophie?" You ask Harry, doing your best to get their names right so as not to start off on the wrong foot with them. You want so badly for them to like you, God knows you could use some friends who know what it's like to date an international superstar. Harry chuckles and wraps his arm around your waist, leading you down a long hallway inside of the venue. "Sophia, but you were close," He smiles, planting a light kiss on your temple when you sigh in defeat, assuring you that there's no reason to be nervous. The sudden sound laughter and conversation echoes through the corridor, letting you know that you're almost there. He slips his hand from your waist and laces his fingers with your own, giving you a sense of security like no other. "Completely wiped out, for a split second I thought she was a goner!" Liam says as you appear in the doorway, earning himself a light smack from the pretty brunette that's perched on his lap. He crinkles his nose at her and she rolls her eyes, glancing over at the others with a smile tugging at her full lips. "El's actually quite good at surfing, I was impressed," Louis comments, looking to the strikingly beautiful girl underneath his arm with a proud expression, who you assume is Eleanor. She smiles in response, reaching up to tuck a curl behind her ear. Harry clears his throat in a courteous attempt to get their attention. Eleanor is the first to notice you, lifting her eyes and instantly perking up. "Oh, look! She's here!" She exclaims, slipping out from under her boyfriend's arm and rising to her feet in one swift, delicate movement, "It's so nice to finally meet you, (Y/N)!" She places a comforting hand on your arm, doing her best to make you feel at ease since she was once in your shoes and remembers all too well how terrifying this is. Liam scoffs, a look of disdain on his face that wasn't there until you entered the room. "Liam, stop," You hear the other girl whisper, who through the process of elimination you have decided is Sophia. "She shouldn't even be here," He gripes quietly, but not quiet enough. You're taken aback by that, looking to Harry with questioning in your wide eyes but he's not even looking at you. He's too busy sneering at his rude band mate, who doesn't seem to care whether or not you hear what he has to say. Louis sighs, shaking his head at his brazen actions. Irritated with her boyfriend, Sophia hops off his lap and makes her way over to you, a bright and friendly smile that matches Eleanor's. "Ignore him," She says, immediately opening up her arms and enclosing you in a tight hug, "It's always fun to have another girl around here." You laugh in spite of the fact that you want to cry, bewildered by the fact that Liam is being so blatantly offensive to you. You haven't done anything to anger him that you know of, but there's no mistaking that he has some sort of problem with you, though you can't imagine why.
Liam: You yawn as you press the button to the elevator, eager to get home and go to sleep. It's been a long day for you, it's not easy to entertain and cook for five young men, especially when they're your boyfriend's best friends that you want to impress. In your heart you feel like it went well, hoping that you didn't say anything weird or offensive to any of them. They devoured your dinner, which means that they must have at least enjoyed your cooking. Right as the elevator doors open, a sudden realization washes over you: you left your cell phone on Liam's bedside table. Normally you could do without it, but you're expecting a phone call early in the morning from your boss about an upcoming meeting and you can't afford to miss it. Slapping your palm to your forehead for being so forgetful, you slowly begin your trek back down the hallway to his flat. You lift your hand to knock, but pause when you can hear the boys talking. Liam sounds angry, and you can't help but be curious as to why. Leaning in closer, you rest your ear against the door in hopes to hear them a bit better. "She's kind of annoying," You hear someone say, most likely Niall, causing your mouth to hang open in shock. He thinks you're annoying? What could you possibly have done that was annoying? "Sorry man, but I'm with him on this one. Her laugh is obnoxious," Another says, the high voice indicating that it was Louis. Your hand automatically covers your mouth as your heart sinks in your chest, his words hitting you right where it hurts: your insecurities. You hate your laugh so much, always have. Even when Liam tells you that he loves it, you can't help but think that it's atrocious. The fact that Louis thinks so too makes you feel even worse. Your bottom lip starts to quiver involuntarily, your self-confidence completely shattered. Forget your phone, you just want to go home. You tried so hard to impress them, so damn hard and it just wasn't good enough. You don't stick around to listen anymore, turning on your heel and dashing back to the elevator, too hurt to even bother looking back.
Louis: "Are you sure you're alright?" You ask, reaching across the table to place your hand on top of his. Louis' been relatively quiet the entire night, but when you asked about it, he just said that he was a bit tired. You two have finally decided to unveil your relationship to the public, so you're left wondering if maybe that's what bothering him, that he wasn't quite ready. It's too late now, the two of you hopped out of the car into a sea of paparazzi, his hand clasped firmly around your own. He waved at the cameras and you simply followed close behind, praying that none of those pictures came out horrible. He looks up at you from across the table, and plasters a fake smile on his face, doing his best to fool you into thinking he's fine. "Yeah, babe, I'm good," He lies through his teeth, earning himself a disapproving look from you. You know him way too well at this point to believe for even one second that he's okay. He can tell from your expression that you're not buying it and with a heavy sigh, he drops the façade. "Okay, maybe not," He complies, shaking his head and leaning forward in his seat. You do the same, determined to try and make him feel better. It's a special night for the both of you, and you hate to see him so down. He continues, filling you in on what's going on in his pretty little head, "It's just something that Harry said before I left. I didn't want to say anything to you because I didn't think it was necessary, but it's just bothering me." You raise your eyebrows in confusion, wondering what on earth Harry of all people could have said to upset him considering he's one of the sweetest people you've ever met. You motion for him to continue, and he grimaces before pressing his lips into a thin line. "He said that him and the boys don't think that you're good for my image," He adds reluctantly, "Which makes no fucking sense to me at all. You're just fine, you're perfect. In fact, I'm quite sure you'll improve my image," He rambles on, ultimately bringing a small smile to your face in spite of the fact that you were basically insulted by his friends. For some odd reason, you're not even upset by what they said. Though their opinion matters, the only one you really care about is Louis'. You brush it off, and advise him to do the same. It's not worth the stress.
Niall: "Hi boys!" You say, walking into the studio with a bright smile on your face. Today's been a great day for you, and you can't think of a better way to finish it off than by visiting your boyfriend while he's working on his new album. You love coming in and listening, fascinated by the way they can piece a song together in such a short period of time. You're confused by the silence in the room and the way each of the boys are starting at you, especially Liam. You start to get that feeling like you've just walked into a room where you were the hot topic, and you instantly become paranoid that is exactly what has just happened. "Did I miss something?" You ask timidly, setting your purse down on the couch beside Harry. Liam snatches the magazine from the curly haired boy's grasp, causing him to flinch from the sudden movement. "You made the front page," Liam growls, holding up the magazine, "once again." Your eyes widen at the picture of yourself, clearly drunk as a skunk and hanging on to one of your best guy friends for support as you make your way out to the cab. It was a friend's birthday party and you had one too many shots that night. The headline reads "Niall Horan's Shady Lady", yet another rumor about you cheating on him. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," You groan, throwing your head back in aggression, starting to get real sick of this. You're not even the famous one, they shouldn't be taking pictures of you anyways. Liam throws the magazine back at Harry, who recoils, not expecting it. "Do you even give a flying fuck about how your actions reflect on us?" Liam says, his voice rising slightly as the vein in his neck starts to protrude. You're completely taken aback by this, is he seriously angry with you? And more importantly, is he seriously scolding you like you're a child? You're speechless, unable to form words for the time being. "No, you don't," He continues, pointing a finger in your face, which really grinds your gears, "As long as you get to ride on the coattails of your famous boyfriend, right?" His words are like a slap in the face, maybe even worse. Tears start to well up in your eyes as he hovers over you, quite intimidating and frightening considering you've never even seen Liam angry before. "That's enough," Niall says, finally stepping forward and shoving Liam away. He wraps a protective arm around you and grabs your purse all in one quick movement, desperate to get you out of there as soon as possible. "Come on, let's go," He says, ushering you out the door and into the crowd of screaming girls, who start chanting his name and begging for pictures and autographs. He doesn't even give them a passing glance, opening to car door for you and hopping in soon after. He's clearly angry and you don't say a word, waiting for him to calm down before you do. The worst part about this whole situation is that you're left wondering if Liam is right: are you damaging the band's image?
Zayn: You feel the mattress dip beside you, pulling you out of a deep and much needed sleep. Your eyes flutter open, surprised to see Zayn slipping back into bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest, kissing your temple and breathing in the scent of your hair. His grip on you is tight, almost like he's afraid of losing you, which is just plain strange at the given time. "I love you," He whispers, kissing your head again, "I love you so much." You're not sure if he knows that you're awake, so you open your eyes and lift your head to look at him. It's dark but the moonlight allows you to see the sadness and the worry painted on his face that wasn't there when you both went to sleep. You rest your hand on his cheek, a gesture that usually comforts him when he's like this. Your touch brings him relief, like breathing air after being underwater. He sighs and bites his lip, letting you know that there's definitely something on his mind. "What's wrong?" You ask, stroking his cheek and doing your best to soothe him. He shakes his head and pulls you in closer, if that's even possible. "I just want you to know something, alright?" He says, placing his own hand on top of yours, lacing your fingers together. You're all ears, letting him know that through your silence. He leans forward and pecks the tip of your nose, "You mean the absolute world to me, (Y/N)," He marvels, his tone so sincere that it causes your heart to ache, "Honestly, I don't know what I would do without you. You're everything, you really are, and I love you so much. You're beautiful, you're sweet, you're funny and you're mine." His lips graze yours, the scruff of his stubble tickling you and making you quietly giggle, "I don't care what anybody says about you or us, I'm never going to give you up. They don't know that you're it, you're the one and God, I just love you so much." You laugh breathlessly, shocked and surprised by all of this. It seems to have come out of nowhere. You always knew that he felt this way, but he never actually came right out and said all of it, and never this intensely. You don't think you've ever felt more love for another human being than you do in this very moment. You want nothing more than to freeze time and stay here forever, wrapped in his arms with his words still hanging in the air.
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Anonymous :

OMG. You are so beautiful! Aww. ♡♡ Love you lots. :-)

AW, thank you so much pretty, that’s so sweet! Love you too! :) x