#niarah

ah hey thank you!!! so i didn’t know if you wanted poetry by remus or about remus but i gave you the latter because that’s what was flowing tonight.

his story is one of torment and woe,and though he navigates with seeming ease,the moon wishes it did not pain him so.

upon his life, his name cast a shadow,remus, the brother without a reprise;his story is one of torment and woe.

fate casted perhaps the most brutal blow,when it etched, into his soul, the disease,the moon wishes it did not pain him so.

far too much for a boy to undergo,his so-strange symptoms - oh, how children tease -his story is one of torment and woe.

the pain remained close, a resolute foe;while it is constant in growing degrees,the moon wishes it did not pain him so.

even with a wife and baby in tow,a tragic fate gave him one final squeeze,his story is one of torment and woe,the moon wishes it did not pain him so.

also enjoy a terrible limerick too lmfao

I love Niarah so much ugh. also i hope photography niall is good enough cause that's what i went with

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"Sarah! Get up! You're gonna be late!"

Sarah grumbles under her blankets, pulling a pillow over her face, "I don't wanna go anyway, Liz."

Liz pulled the blanket back to uncover Sarah and reminded her, "No, but you want the money." 

Sarah opened her eyes at that and sighed. She had signed up to be a subject in one of the intro photo classes because it paid per session and, well, she was a broke college kid. 

"I do want the money. Can't I just sell my kidney, though? I don't need that, right?" 

Liz threw a skirt and sweater combo at Sarah from the closet, silencing her. "Wear that with your one scarf you got me at the place and pick a pair of flats, any of them will work." 

"Thank. What would I do without you?"

-

"You must be Sarah?"

A blonde boy extended his hand toward her, holding a 35mm camera in the other. Sarah takes the hand and nods, just a bit stunned at how attractive this boy was.

" 'm Niall, good to meet you. I was thinking we could start inside with the basic head shots or whatever and then go outside and mess around a bit," the boy explained hastily. 

Sarah raised her eyebrows at the last comment. When Niall noticed he flushed, and stuttered out a, "I mean, we can go and experiment with lighting and angles. For the assignment. Pictures." He held up the old camera for emphasis.

Sarah nodded, "Right. Sure." 

-

The sky had been a clear blue all day, a few scattered white clouds covering the sun, providing a cool shade for students laying around the quad; the second Sarah and Niall stepped outside there was a thunderous roar in the distance. 

"Uhh, let's try to get as much done as we can?" 

Sarah just nodded and followed Niall around campus stopping wherever Niall deemed fit. That didn't last long. It quickly went from a soft drizzle to a downpour, stranding Sarah and Niall in front of one of the academic buildings. 

"My apartment is just across the road there," he said, nodding his head toward a tall building across the way. "We can get dry, maybe have a couple pints?" 

There's another flush on his face when he looks shyly at Sarah. 

"Sounds great."

**

THERE’S SO MUCH NIARAH TONIGHT AND I’M NOT EVEN SORRY.

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Sarah flips the pancake currently cooking on the stove just as Niall peaks his head around the bedroom door looking haggard and sleepy, but smiling.  He trots out into the kitchen wearing a loose pair of sweatpants, arms winding around Sarah’s waist from behind as she pulls the pancake off the skillet and onto the paper plate already stacked with golden rounds.  She laughs at the way Niall wordlessly squeezes her middle, saying thank you with a brush of his lips against the side of her neck.

"You’re the best," he croaks, voice low and gravely in a way that really makes Sarah want to drag her husband right back into the bedroom.  Instead, she settles for watching Niall transfer more than half of the pancakes onto his own plate and drown them in syrup.

"Remember, it’s your turn for dishes," she tells him as he pads into the living room and falls into the weathered love seat.  She hears him let out a sad groan before she fixes her own pancakes and meets him in front of the TV where Niall’s already watching cartoons.  

"I love you so much," Niall tries to say around a mouthful of breakfast.  Sarah rolls her eyes.