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hazzabeeforlou · 4 years

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Thanks Jinny @haztobegood for the tag ily <3

Fandoms: 1D (so far...)

Tropes: ???? Idk? I’ve written various ones but probably the overarching theme is pining-idiot-friends-to-lovers?? Maybe? IDK someone tell me

Number of fics: 14

Fic I spent the most time on: Probably Promise in the Sky, but The Garden is coming on a close second :/

Fic I spent the least time on: Okay we’re going NOT drabbles here, so REINDEER GAMES! My Christmas fic baby! My poor under appreciated piece of GENIUS the only purely sugar sweet fluffy candy sweetness thing I’ve ever written HARRY IS RUDOLPH THE RED NOSED REINDEER (but also a shapeshifter don’t worry) LOUIS PINES FOR HIM THEY SAVE CHRISTMAS honestly this thing happened as an ‘I am bored in rehearsal’ idea and got cranked out in maybe? A week? Two?

Longest fic: Promise in the Sky 99k

Shortest fic: We’re Having a Baby My Baby and Me

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks: Nothing very remarkable, I’m not widely popular LOL, I will say the comments on PITS and Flawless have meant the most to me and I’ve read many and cried <3

Total word count: 251,235 (I published my first story in June of 2018)

Favorite fic I wrote: This is a terribly unfair question I love all my children. I cried the most writing PITS, but also maybe Flawless? (It’s my most popular fic still to date!) I fucking LOVE The Garden but I have a feeling like only 3 other people will rip...

Fic I want to rewrite/expand: Nope, unless you count going through PITS and fixing all the fucking spelling errors I’ve caught now that I’ve edited a changed name version!

Share a bit of a WIP or story I’m planning: From The Garden part 2:

For half a moment Louis is prepared to protest, but Harry is touching him, their palms flush, and he needs the contact like a drug now, though he’s just remembered its potency.

“Okay,” he says, making no move to follow through. They watch each other for a time, until Harry’s enthusiastic smile leaves his face, replaced by uncomfortable knowledge.

“Here, let me help you, Lou,” he blurts at last, seeming to shake off the horrors of observation. Louis lets him peel the shirt from his torso and undo his jeans, deriving just a little satisfaction from Harry’s obvious guilt upon seeing each new scar.

Naked at last, Louis takes in a deep breath, a challenge.

Harry touches the mangled mark of an exploded bullet beneath his left shoulder, fingertips in place of words. Tenderly he traces the outline of pink skin, pallor coming to his face.

“It’s so close to your heart…”

Unable to look anymore at the proximity between their bare bodies, Louis closes his eyes. They have both seen each other before, of course, multiple times. Countless times. But in Louis’ mind the clay and blood seem caked to him still, and he half doubts that Harry can’t see it coating his skin, dried and tacky and smelling of rot and death, and now more than ever he wishes to be untainted, to have this boy see him how he used to be, undamaged and whole.

I’ll tag @metal-eye @halosboat @evilovesyou @phd-mama @reminiscingintherain @indiaalphawhiskey and anyone else who hasn’t done this yet (I know it’s been going around!!)

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