Long Story Short (Short Stories & Thoughts)

Shove It Down Your Throat (Lirry)

Title: Shove It Down Your Throat {Supernatural AU}
Pairings: Liam/Harry
Rating: PG-13 (I think?) {Mainly for swearing, though there are some sexual references and violence}
Word Count: 4,855
Summary: Liam’s already suffered through life with other people’s dreams, beliefs, and ideas shoved down his throat. Now, there’ll be a few more things to add to the list that just might be worse.
{Alternatively: Supernatural AU in which Harry, Liam, and Niall discover that demons are real. Luckily, they have two hunters to save them… maybe.}
Disclaimer: In this one shot, the way that things work is the way things work in Supernatural, the TV show. So... yeah, none of that is mine, obviously, and I'm sure you all know the same deal for 1D, themselves.
Author’s Note: I’m sorry the title sounds so dirty and there’s a reference to it later… It's not nearly as dirty though. If you're looking for smut, even blowjobs or something, this isn't the place. Not quite, sorry. I like the one shot though, I really do.
Also, sorry for the gif, but it'sthe only demon edit I could find of Liam... Yup, enjoy!
Also, this turned out a lot longer than I planned so... whoops.

 

Now it’s not like Liam wants to go to college and earn a degree for something he’s not even interested in, but he doesn’t really have a choice.

With his parents shoving law school down his throat, urging for him to become a lawyer and get that bloody degree, he can barely breathe. Really, he’s never been able to breathe, not even in fucking primary school, but he’s used to it by now.

Liam always thanks the Lord, at least he’s got Harry… and Niall, though mostly Harry. Liam thinks that he would have offed himself or something equally as dramatic long before now if it weren’t for that curly-haired idiot of a roommate.

Though studying law by his own free will and choice, Harry’s always there for Liam, understands that he hates law more than anything, even if he’s decent at it.

At least someone is actually listening to what Liam wants, for once.

Today, Liam is coming back from his Civil Procedure II class, trying to beat away the headache forming from the past hour lecture he suffered through. Unfortunately, it’s not working as much as he’d like.

Liam already knows that he doesn’t have another class until tomorrow though, so thank goodness for that. He can take his time getting back to his dorm, and though he’s sure that Niall’s probably over there, raising hell like usual, it’s better than class.

He decides to cut around the back of the building he’s in, to get over to the left wing. It’s not really a genius shortcut, but there aren’t many people that go that way, so he doesn’t have to risk worsening his headache by being in a sea of chatting students.

Liam’s relieved to find that the path is deserted, not another soul in sight. He sighs and rubs his temples as he walks, trying to calm down and purely will away the pain.

He’s unsuccessful, but surprised when he looks back up and sees an unfamiliar shape hurdling towards him like a dive-bombing bird.

Only it’s not a bird.

This looks like an inky black cloud, made of rolling, black smoke. It’s not like it’s got a face or anything, but somehow, Liam still gets the idea that it’s malevolent, evil even.

On pure instinct, Liam turns and begins running in the other direction, not caring that he’s probably going to look like an idiot if he gets back onto the main side of campus.

He only manages to run for about ten seconds before his feet are knocked out from under him, sending him sprawling on the ground, wincing in pain at hitting the hot pavement and feeling his skin scrape off his forearms.