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infinitebells · 3 years

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the act (s. moran)

sebastian moran doesn’t know how to love. incessant pressure from his father to “do better” erased any kind of bond he could have formed with him. his platoon was murdered in front of his eyes, and when he woke up the realization that he was dead too wiped away any chance at love.

sebastian moran prides himself on his ability to bed women (and men if he so chooses) at the snap of a finger. taunts and mocks come at the expense of his actions, but why should he care? he’s always been the butt of the joke while working with the moriarty family. it’s not like they’re going out and picking up people left and right. they don’t have the ability to do so. the colonel claims it’s a god given gift, but fred knows better than to buy into the defense mechanism that is moran’s sexual habits.

sebastian moran doesn’t care for anyone. sure, he’ll give his life to keep william alive, but that’s simply out of pure obligation. he’s well aware that his own like is expendable. why should he spend time trying to convince himself otherwise?

sebastian moran is a defensive, brash, sexual man who does not need anyone to stay alive. that is, until he meets you.

•••

when he first sees you, it’s across the street in town. you’re arguing with a vendor, claiming the fruit you’re trying to purchase is much too expensive for the meager salary of a maid working for some self-centered noble. it’s not like the vendor will cave on their price, but you hope they’ll remember the interaction for the next time someone can’t buy any of their produce. you’re two seconds from walking away until a tall (very handsome) man slides next to you, paying for the fruit in full. he offers you a cocky smirk, but you know better than to buy into the fact that some strange man is buying the entirety of your produce just for the hell of it.

meanwhile, the colonel is trying his very hardest to not blush like a maniac. because in reality, the suave act that he puts on for the men and women swooning over him in bars and sleazy alleyways is just that. an act. so when he realizes you’re absolutely nothing like the people he puts the act on for, he’s stumped. he’s intrigued by your soft eyes, the slight downward curve of your lips as you frown at him, and the way your fingers fiddle with the thin gold chain hanging delicately off your neck.

“there’s no need for such a beautiful person to frown and mar their face. i’m simply being polite,” he’s well aware his comment strikes a bone in you, but he’s thoroughly surprised at your remark.

“i’m beautiful regardless of the face i’m making. only some people can truly appreciate such beauty,” you say with confidence, straightening your back and staring up at him (you’re just now made aware of how tall he is). his smirk fades into a childlike grin, and you come to appreciate how he almost looks like a young boy smiling widely in a candy shop. but you know better. the hard lines of his face and the small scar peaking out from beneath his buttoned shirt indicate that the man’s mind is far older than you realized. his dark eyes reflect pure joy at your challenge, but you can still detect the faint traces of panic. you’re confused as to why such a confident looking man would experience panic when talking to you. you won’t know why he’s panicked around you until much later.

“i suppose you’ll have to teach me how to appreciate your beauty then,” he hopes he maintains the same confident tone he spoke with before, but with the way you’re looking at him he’s positive you see right through him.

“you can only see true beauty once you’ve seen it in yourself. i’d suggest dropping the act, it makes it much easier to appreciate yourself if you’re true to who you are,” you finish, turning away from him and walking away. the vendor looks between you and moran, but moran’s eyes focus solely on you. he’s sure that the next time he sees you he’ll fall even farther than he already has.

•••

the second time he sees you, you’re picking up a brand new tailored suit for the nobleman you work for. you’re very clearly tired, the bags under your eyes a dark purple, but sebastian moran is still in awe of your raw beauty. he doesn’t even try to put up his usual front when he walks in line next to you, head turned down.

“if you’re having trouble with such a heavy bag, i could help you carry it,” he tries hard to keep the bubbling feeling of bashfulness out of his voice, but your small giggles prove that you’ve already detected it. when you look up at him, eyes shining with amusement and mouth wide in a breathtaking smile, he thanks every deity in existence for bringing you to him.

“i see you’ve learned to at least drop your act around me. i’m impressed, i didn’t know men like you could learn to do it so quickly,” you admit, turning back to the heavy package in your hands. at that, his face turns down into a confused frown.

“what do you mean men like me?” he’s curious, wanting to know how you see him.

“men who so clearly put up a charming front in order to seduce others when in reality it’s simply a defense mechanism to hide their insecurities,” you say it as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. sebastian on the other hand takes a moment to process your words before scoffing indignantly.

“and what do you think i’m insecure about?” he glares down at you, trying to keep the anger in his voice. it’s difficult for him to do so when you look up at him with pure mischief in your eyes.

“that would probably be a third date kind of conversation. how about we start with date number one tonight at the bar near the vendor we first met at. 8 o’clock sharp,” you say it with ease, and he’s taken aback by your brazen words.

“but i’ve never been on a date,” he blurts out without thinking, looking down as his cheeks flush a pale red. sure, he’s met people at bars, but it never escalated past the one night they shared between sheets. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart beat a little faster at his obvious embarrassment.

“i’m sure you’ll do just fine colonel moran. i look forward to tonight!” you call out, turning left at the intersection. it takes him a second to register that you just said his name, and he never said it to you in the first place, much less his military rank.

“how do you know who i am?” his voice is loud enough to catch the attention of a few noble women who giggle and stare at him. he pays no attention to them. he only watches you as you turn around to smile coyly at him.

“you’re not the only one with connections,” you say before disappearing into the crowd. it’s a simple sentence, but the implication has his head spinning dangerously fast. he’s ecstatic to see you again.

•••

the third time he sees you, it’s not at the bar. it’s in the basement of your nobleman’s house, where he had you locked up five days ago. your clothing is practically ripped to shreds, blood seeping out of angry red cuts on your arms and legs. you almost look more dead than the noble upstairs. the only tell tale sign that you’re still alive is the shallow rise of your chest with every labored breath. you barely stir when he carefully cradles you in his arms, rushing you out of the house and back to the manor.

when louis opens the door to find a frantic moran and a near-dead maid in his arms, he lets him by without a word. he knows better than to question the colonel when he looks as panicked as he did. louis helps him bandage you up without a word, washing away dried blood and cleaning old wounds as moran carefully wraps bandages around the bigger cuts. william, fred, and albert return back to the mansion all together, watching moran in awe.

“colonel, who is this?” william finally speaks up as the two men finish bandaging up your still unconscious form.

“a maid for that dead noble,” his answer is short, curt. he doesn’t speak again as he carries you bridal style out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, letting you rest. he’ll explain everything once you’re awake, but for now, he’s content with watching you sleep. as fred stares quietly from the doorway, he’s well aware that sebastian moran has never cared for anyone in his life. but with you, there’s clearly an exception.

•••

he sees you everyday after that, keeping a silent tally in his head. he’d never admit that to you though, knowing he’d never hear the end of it.

he learned your name the day you woke up, your raspy voice still ringing clearly in his head. the first time he heard your name, he had to stop a blush from spreading across his face. a beautiful name for a beautiful person.

“so colonel, are we ever going to make up that bar date? i was really looking forward to it you know,” your soft voice pulls him out of his head, staring at you from across the couch. you’re wearing his jacket, claiming it was cold in the house since winter was coming. you both knew that was a lie, that william always had measures in place to keep the house warm. yet, neither of you said a word about it.

“you want our first date to be in a bar? why can’t i take you out on a proper date?” his question is genuine, and the exasperated look on his face makes it very evident. but you couldn’t care less.

“yes i would like it to be in a bar. i’m sure that’s where you put your act on the most. it would make sense that that’s where you start to drop it as well,” you say nonchalantly. the sentence is loaded, and he can see the piercing gaze you send his way as you speak. the knot in his throat grows, and for the first time in years, sebastian moran feels nervous. downright anxious.

“no pressure colonel, i can see the cogs in your head spinning wildly. i just want to see who you really are, not the panty dropper the other maids used to fantasize about while working,” you can’t help but giggle at your own words, and the silliness of it all forces a laugh out of moran. you’ve never seen him laugh before, but it’s the most beautiful sight in the world.

•••

the seventh time he sees you, you’re dressed in nicer clothes than usual, a glass of whiskey in your hand as you giggle over another story moran’s told you that night. both of you are breathless, laughing over the story about how one time albert tried sneaking a girl into the manor, but everyone was awake and awkwardly watched as he escorted her into his bedroom. the bar incites lively conversation, patrons bumping into you two as you stand at the wooden countertop.

“i thought albert was a gentleman!” you can’t get the sentence out without giggling once more, leaning forward a bit.

“apparently he’s not as much of a gentleman as we thought he was,” moran responds, a bright smile painting his face. he looks absolutely gorgeous like this, cheeks flushed and smile so wide you could fit a coat hanger in his mouth. once your laughter dies down, both of you sigh, taking sips from your respective drinks. you’re the first one to break the silence, smiling warmly at the colonel.

“i think i could come to like this more accurate version of you colonel,” you say with sincerity. his smile grows impossibly wider at that, a heavier blush accompanying it.

“excuse me mr. moran? i was wondering if maybe you’d like to join me upstairs?” a high pitched, almost whiney voice sounds to the left of you. a woman, probably a few years older than you, bats her eyelashes seductively at the colonel. his blush fades instantly, and his smile turns sharper. you watch as his eyes glaze over with their usual cockiness, turning to face her and whispering what you can only assume are sweet nothings in her ear.

“i think i’ll be taking my leave, i seem to only be interrupting something here,” you say dryly, setting your glass down on the bar and walking away from the pair. you can feel moran’s eyes on you, but it doesn’t matter as you push your way through the crowd. the doors fly open with the force of your push, and it catches the attention of almost everyone in the bar. not that you care. all that matters is getting away from the sight of the shell of sebastian moran and the woman who was so clearly was eye fucking him right in front of you. you don’t realize your hands are shaking until you feel a larger pair envelope your own and they stop trembling. moran’s eyes are wide, trained on you. you’re positive if you look up they’ll simply take your breath away.

“why’d you leave so suddenly?” his voice is steady, but you know better. you were always terrible at reading people up until you met sebastian moran.

“i’d rather not be abandoned in a bar while you went off with some woman, so i figured i’d save myself the trouble and just leave,” you keep your voice even, eyes still on the ground. that is until his fingers lift your chin up to meet his face, and you come face to face with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. it should be illegal the way he’s looking at you.

“i was telling her i was on a date with you, and that she should think twice before coming up to a man who’s clearly with someone else,” he says softly, fingers still on your chin. embarrassment washes over you as you tug your hands out of his grasp and bury your face in them. he chuckles from in front of you, and before you process what’s going on, your world is tilted sideways. the yelp that escapes you is completely involuntary, and when you open your eyes you realize you’re in sebastian moran’s arms, and he’s carrying you back towards the manor.

“why are you carrying me?” your hands wring together, desperately trying to calm yourself down before you pass out from sheer shock and humiliation.

“i heard jealousy makes people do irrational things, so i figured i’d just take you home before you could do any damage,” he speaks with confidence, but it’s not an act this time. and the teasing smirk he shoots you is genuine. so you bury your head in his chest, hands fisting his jacket.

“i’m not jealous,” you speak boldly, but it sounds muffled in his jacket.

“sure you aren’t princess, sure you aren’t,” his laughs are deep, and you whine in protest, the alcohol warming your senses.

“shut up,” you grumble, and you’re only met with more laughs.

“make me sweetheart,” his voice is right next to your ear now, breath tickling you. so you do.

the seventh time he sees you, you kiss him for the first time. you grab him by surprise, hands removing themselves from his jacket to hold his face close to yours as you push your lips onto his. your eyes are squeezed shut, and your face burns with shame as you pull away. it takes all of your self control to not kiss him again with the way he’s gazing down at you, eyes wide, lips slightly swollen from the force of your kiss, and face painted a pretty pink. you bury your face back into his chest, hands finding purchase in his jacket once again.

“keep walking,” your voice is quiet, almost scared to break the silence. moran doesn’t trust his voice at the moment, so he quietly walks back to the manor, grip on your body tightening marginally. the only thing that runs through his head is how soft your lips were against his, and how warm your hands were on his face. he prays to every god that he’ll have the chance to kiss you again.

•••

the fifteenth time he sees you, he’s beyond annoyed. you had deftly avoided him since kissing him, but now he had your cornered in your own room.

“are we just going to ignore the fact that you kissed me the other day and then completely ignored me for an entire week?” his voice is stern, commanding. any other day you’d be fighting a blush at how sexy he sounds like that, but now you’re beyond terrified.

“well that was the plan,” you hope your sarcasm is well received. judging by the way sebastian’s eyes harden and he crosses his arms across his chest, it is most definitely not well received.

“if that was the plan i would’ve appreciated a heads up you know,” his voice is somehow deeper than before.

“well i was kind of drunk so i wasn’t thinking you know,” you stumble over your words, fingers finding your thin golden chain and tugging harshly at it to fight the anxiety bubbling up in your stomach.

“so it was a mistake then?” he’s closer to you now, inches away from your trembling body. you don’t know how to answer the question, not knowing if even you knew the answer. sebastian takes your silence as your answer, turning to walk back out of the room. in an ungodly moment of clarity, your only solution is to scream a rushed ‘wait!’ and promptly jump onto his back, your arms wrapping around his neck as your ankles hook around his waist. your head is tucked into the crook of his neck, and he just about falls over at the force of you flinging yourself onto him.

“what in god’s name are you doing?” his voice is loud in your ear, and despite his attempts to tug you off of him, you stay wrapped around him.

“getting you to stay!” your line of logic is borderline at best, but that doesn’t matter now.

“what? why?” his hands grip each of your ankles tightly, intending to pry them apart and pull you off of him.

“because it wasn’t a mistake!” you’re consciously aware of the fact that you’re practically yelling in his ear, but it does the trick as his hands stop tugging on your legs. both of you are silent, save for the heavy breaths falling from your mouths.

“get off of me,” he speaks lowly, practically growling. it’s a tone you’ve never heard, and it sends shudders up your spine. you don’t waste a second, nimbly detaching yourself from him and falling to your feet just behind him. you’re positive he’ll walk out and not look back, so when his hands grab your face and he kisses you harshly, you all but pass out on the spot. your hands easily find purchase in his hair, tugging lightly at the roots as he backs you into the wall behind you and pressing his body into yours. his tongue claims every inch of your mouth, hands moving from your face to hold your hips tightly. when he pulls away, both of you gasping for breath, you catch a glimpse of that same soft smile he gave you outside of the bar.

“i thought you were mad at me,” you blurt out, consciously aware of how your hands are still tightly wound in his hair. you’re scared if you let go you may float up and away from him. he laughs lightly, staring down at your wide eyes and mouth slightly agape.

“i couldn’t stay mad at you if i tried,” he confesses, forehead resting against yours. it’s calming, comforting.

“why’s that?” you’re still breathless as you stare at him.

“because i don’t think anyone has ever looked through the front i put up and proceed to call me out on it the first time we met,” his answer is blunt, straight forward. you suddenly remember how panicked he seemed when you two first met. the puzzle pieces click together nicely.

•••

the forty seventh time he sees you, sebastian wakes up to see you peering down at him in bed. he’s hyper aware of the fact that he’s only in boxers.

“rise and shine sunshine!” you’re smiling widely, and the sudden shock of waking up to your face jolts him awake.

“jesus christ why would you do that,” he groans out, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palm.

“because you have to do chores today. louis is already annoyed at you, and i’d rather not wake up one day to find you dead because you never did what he asked you,” you say, hands on your hips. he comes to realize how beautiful you look while you stand next to his bed.

“how about you just come join me in bed all day,” he says, reaching out and grabbing your arms. you yelp with the force of being pulled forward and tripping over the end of the bed. you bounce onto the bed, strong arms wrapping tightly around your smaller form. your face grows increasingly warm, hands unconsciously pressed against the firm planes of his chest and head tucked under his chin. you look down on instinct, heart practically jumping out of your chest.

“sebastian! you’re not wearing clothes!” your voice is high and strained. your hands push against his chest, but he keeps you against him, rolling over so that he’s hovering above you with both of your hands intertwined above your head. when you look up, he’s grinning down at you, but it’s completely genuine.

“i have on underwear though. does that count?” he’s teasing, you’re very aware of that.

“that is probably the thinnest piece of clothing you could possibly have on right now. can you please pu-” you’re cut off by his lips on yours. it’s not like his usual kisses that tease you and only rile you up. it’s soft, passionate. he squeezes your hands ever so slightly as he feels you kiss back. everything about it is perfect in spite of his lack of clothes. when he pulls back, your eyes are gleaming in the sunlight pouring through the window, and you have the faintest hint of a smile on your face.

“how about instead, we get you out of all these unnecessary clothes instead,” he offers wiggling his eyebrows at you. neither of you can stop the laughs that follow his words, your eyes crinkling as you’re overcome with a fit of giggles. in the midst of your laughs, you don’t see how sebastian moran stares down at you. you don’t see how his heart beats inexpicably faster. you don’t see how he blushes madly. you don’t see how he’s fallen in love with you.

but it’s okay. because he can’t see the way you’ve fallen for him too.

•••

sebastian moran doesn’t know how to love. his past all but erased any chance for him to form a deep and meaningful connection with anyone. and he’s lived that way for the majority of his adulthood. that is, until the eighty third time he sees you.

he’s woken up to see you trembling in bed beside him, and he knows it’s not from the cold. your shared body heat keeps both of you comfortably warm.

“love? what’s wrong?” it’s still dark outside, probably well into the night. that doesn’t matter as he turns your shaking body to face his, and he sees the gleam of your tears reflecting the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. he immediately pulls your body impossibly closer to his, smoothing a hand over your hair as you sob quietly into his chest. he waits until you’re calmed down before leaning back to look at your face. his thumb rubs over fresh tears, lips brushing against your forehead as your cries quiet down to occasional sniffles.

“i had a nightmare about the man i used to work for,” you admit, hands trembling between you two. it’s not the first time you’ve had one of these nightmares, but the last time it had happened was weeks ago.

“do you want to talk about it?” his voice is soft, gentle. you’ve come to love how sweet he is, how careful he is of you.

“no. can you just hold me for now?” your eyes are still shining with unshed tears, but he nods and pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and one around your back. he pushes your head onto his chest, your ear lining up just above his heart. he’s found that hearing his heartbeat helps you calm down after the more severe nightmares. he sighs in relief when he feels your breaths come out more evenly, your stiff body relaxing significantly in his arms.

“feel better princess?” you nod at his question, pulling your head back to shoot him a watery smile.

“thank you sebastian,” your voice still shakes slightly, but it’s considerably better than it was before.

he tried to seduce men and women in bars until he met you. he never cared for anyone until he met you. sebastian moran didn’t know how to love someone until he met you. and now that he’s met you, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to live without you. so when he murmurs those three words that he hasn’t said since he was a young child, he feels tears prick the back of his eyes. because if he can make you smile the way you are right now, tears spilling onto your cheeks and a rushed ‘i love you too’ falling from your lips just so that you can kiss him as hard as you can, he’ll gladly tell you he loves you every hour of every day for the rest of his life.

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #sebastian moran #this is so self indulgent #please enjoy

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daggerandrose · 3 years

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Happy 28th! I’m making this the night before and crossing my fingers that Louis drops something today (a single, a doc, or even a selfie would be a blessing and I would lose my shit). In any case that he doesn’t... have some fics to read!

As always, please leave a kudos/comment on these as I know they fuel writers. Enjoy!

Love, Ever After, 20.7k, by @jacaranda-bloom

One would assume that the charismatic omega in charge of the local matchmaking service would have found a mate and settled down ages ago. His clients, in fact, are always a bit surprised when they come to learn that Louis is still single. But Louis doesn’t mind, not really. His standards are just high; he is happy holding out for his alpha, his soulmate, and chooses to not waste his time with anyone else, despite what his friends might think.

That is, until his best mate from uni drags him out of bed far too early on a Saturday morning after a night of drinking to go to a farmers market, of all places. It’s there that he proceeds to make an utter fool of himself in front of the hottest alpha he has ever laid eyes on. There’s truly no coming back from that, is there?

OR The one where omega Louis makes love matches, alpha Harry makes cheese, and meddling friends might finally make their dreams of finding their soulmate come true.

Like air to the fire I need you to breathe, 4.6k, by CuckooTrooke

"Your nest is very beautiful" Louis says in awe, feeling his chest bubble with love as he watches Harry preen at the compliment.

"You like it?" Harry asks shyly, picking up a lonely sock from the center of his nest and replaces it on the side of his nest. He looks at it thoughtfully until shaking his head at himself, picking up the sock again. Louis watches him at this important task, how the placement of the smallest things in his nest is so important.

"Of course I like it. It's very pretty" Louis praises. Louis was going to do this right. He was going to praise every little effort Harry had made and will still make with his nest, tell him how cozy and well put together it is. And practical, on top of everything. Despite of being situated in Louis’ closet. But it had so many blankets, duvets and pillows that Louis will happily make Harry fall apart in that nest when he goes into heat.

Well. He’ll try.

The thing is, Louis is sort of terrified.

Harry is in preheat and Louis is nervous about his upcoming heat, fearing that he might not be able to fulfill his mate's needs. Lucky for him, Harry knows hot to push the right buttons to get him relaxed.

But If This Ends, 107k, by @absoloutenonsense

Harry’s life as a vampire is routine. He spends his years moving around from place to place, learning as much as he can, and falling in love whenever the universe sees fit. When he tries to move his casual relationship with Louis to something more, it all gets turned on its head. As they navigate confusing thoughts and complex emotions, Harry finds himself torn between the love he feels for Louis and everything he thought he knew.

Counterculture, 6k, by @sadaveniren

It all culminated to this: Harry in the middle of a crowded basement, music blasting from the live show on the far side, shirtless amongst alphas and omegas who all weren’t covering their scents. He took a deep breath of the heavy air and he felt alive.

across city skyline (and straight through my heart), 76.4k, by @halosboat

Louis Tomlinson meets Hollywood Heartthrob, Harry Styles when he walks into Louis' little bakery one day.

Immediately, Louis is charmed by him and Louis thinks Harry might feel the same way, given the fact that Harry has visited the bakery everyday since he'd come to town.

Until one day, Harry walks in with a boyfriend under his arm and a smile on his face.

The one where Louis owns a small bakery that's well known in his town and Harry Styles is an actor who comes to town to film a new movie. Louis is endeared by him, but that doesn’t seem to matter since Harry Styles is already taken.

When The Wolf Comes Out (like a bullet in the dark), 9.8k, by @londonfoginacup

"So Dad was a..." Harry rolls the word around on his tongue, trying it out. "A werewolf?"

"In a sense, you could say that," Anne says. "It's certainly a more correct term than that vampire myth." She looks to Nick. "Grimshaw. Would you please explain exactly what the Madness entails?"

Nick nods. Harry has never been on the receiving end of his business face before, and finds he's more than a little intimidated. “Right, well the first thing you need to know is that, except with freak mutations, the madness only actively infects one individual at a time. Since your grandfather’s death, your father has been dealing with it. Now that he’s gone, it’s presumably moved to you.”

Too Young To Know, 35.4k, by @2tiedships2

Louis blinked awake and quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. This was the second morning in a row he had woken up after dreaming about Harry.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Eric asked as he held Louis tighter in his arms. Louis liked being the little spoon, except for when he’d rather be holding someone else. Which were the past two days.

Or the one where Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

This Ain’t Red Wine, 9k, by LetTheMusicMoveYou

It’s not until he gets a whiff of the contents of his glass that Louis realizes his grave mistake.

That’s not red wine.

It’s blood.

It’s probably not the most rational, but his first thought is what people are going to think when they discover his body. On the list of stupidest ways for a human to die, accidentally turning up to a Vampire party has to be pretty high up there.

(Or the one where Human Louis accidentally finds himself at a Vampire only party which actually turns out to maybe not be the worst thing).

don’t want no other shade of blue, 43.2k, by @louisisworthit

“I know you’re putting on an act,” says Harry after a moment, and Louis scowls when he realises the prince is actually amused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Louis.

“All I’ve heard over the past couple of years are rumours of Prince Louis’ kindness, and generosity, and oh, he’s so handsome I can barely pour his tea without shaking!” says Harry, putting on a silly, high-pitched voice for the last bit. Louis’ scowl deepens. “I would already know if you were just another selfish, bratty omega prince. You can’t fool me, darling, but I admire your efforts.”

“As you said,” Louis grits out, “those are only rumours. I assure you, I’m a terrible person.”

no good unless it’s real, 17k, by @fackinglouis

“Here,” Harry says, pulling a strap off his shoulder so he can dig his phone out of his bag. “We can get each other’s numbers.” Louis shakes his head. “I have the practice’s number already,” he tells him. “And my number is definitely on file somewhere.”

Harry pauses, smile quirking a bit as he stares at Louis. The sun is still in his eyes, though, with his sunglasses pushed up onto his head still, so Louis credits his funny face to that.

“I’m trying to give you my number, Louis,” Harry explains around a breathy laugh.

“Oh,” Louis blinks, processing that. He scratches his temple, moves a piece of longer fringe back behind his ear, and then nods. “Okay.”

Or: Louis is a very busy farmer who’s just trying to make it to his next nap and Harry’s the new hot vet that’s determined to infiltrate every area of his life.

shameless self-promo: take my hand, wreck my plans, 38.1k by me!

Louis meets the man in the center of the room, feeling every eye on him.

“Mr. H,” he whispers.

The man smiles brightly and laughs as if he can’t believe his eyes. “It’s you,” he says breathlessly. “I didn’t think I would see you again.”

“Nor I you, especially under these circumstances.”

“Even so,” Mr H says, his eyes bouncing from Louis’ eyes to his lips. “Will you do me a great honor and join me in leading the first … um…”

“Dance?”

Mr. H laughs and nods. “Yes, that’s the one.”

Louis bites his lips and doesn’t hesitate before whispering, “Yes.”

Mr. H beams and reaches for Louis’ hand. Sparks fly at the touch and a zing of excitement shoots through Louis’ body. His face heats up as he’s afraid his scent would give away his feelings towards the other man.

#mine #fic rec #28th appreciation

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lonelier-version-of-you · 2 years

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Well. The Christmas kiss was Kylie and Louis. The two proposals was a clever misdirect - Ange proposed to Josh, then Josh proposed to Ange. I’d be lying, dear audience, if I told you I was not a little bit disappointed. I think I convinced myself that the kiss was going to be Henrik and Russ. For a brief moment, when they were talking in the AAU staff room, I really thought it would be.

However! We still got some lovely Henruss content tonight. The way they were looking at each other was the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen. And Russ’s “What took you so long?” was just... awww. So sweet.

And here’s the big news, folks. THERE IS A METRO ARTICLE CONFIRMING HENRIK’S FEELINGS FOR RUSS ARE DEFINITELY, 100%, ROMANTIC. It’s the “How will Holby City end after Christmas episode?” article, if any of you want to go have a look.

I mean, we all knew. But it’s nice to have undeniable, official confirmation that Henrik is bi and in love with Russ. There is nothing the bi Henrik deniers can say to this one. Nothing. (Additionally, the director of this episode liked a tweet I made where I said I was glad Holby are letting Henrik settle down and find love before the end, and the official Holby account liked another tweet where I called their interactions tonight “very sweet and very romantic”.)

So it’s happening, folks. Henrik is bi and he’s getting a boyfriend and there’s nothing homophobes can do about it.

I keep thinking about how Henrik smiled at Russ after that “what took you so long” line. The actual cutest thing ever. I am so glad Henrik’s found someone who makes him so happy. Someone he feels safe around and can be himself with. He deserves it.

Meanwhile, Ollie’s gone. I’m gonna miss him. I didn’t like a lot of the writing surrounding his return (the whole idea that he could totally be a surgeon again if he wanted to?? I would’ve much rather had him realising he can’t be a surgeon again and that’s fine, maybe he can go into some other medical job someday (I think he’d make a great GP, his diagnostic skills are excellent), but what he needs to focus on for now is being a good father), but he’s one of my favourite characters so it’s just been nice to see him back. And James Anderson has given some truly brilliant performances.

I predicted he’d video call Zosia, but I still thought it was incredibly sweet when he did. Gah. I’m just so happy Zollie are reuniting, I’ve shipped them for four years.

And as one character leaves, another one returns. Nicky, my beloved!! I have missed her so much, she was such a great character, and I’d accepted the thought that we’d never see her again after the cancellation but HERE SHE IS. Thank goodness for that. She’s definitely going to throw a spanner in the works with Louis and Kylie, though. Too bad the Holby writers probably haven’t heard of polyamory (I mean, they’ve only just realised bi people exist, ffs).

Although the way they talked about it in the spoilers really implied her return was gonna be post-credits. Dammit, now I look really silly for telling people to watch until then.

Eli and Amelia broke my heart tonight. They are a lovely couple and they deserve so much better than this.

Tonight really showed what an incredible character Eli is. One of the best autistic characters I’ve seen in ages. Davood Ghadami plays him BRILLIANTLY.

And Lucy Briggs-Owen is incredible as Amelia, too.

I can’t say much else about that storyline, or I’ll probably start crying.

Kylie gave off major Chantelle Lane vibes tonight, didn’t she? Like, she really reminded me of Chantelle in her first episode, but mostly I didn’t notice it too much after that until tonight.

Josh and Ange are an adorable couple and they deserve the world. Enough said.

And I am very worried about Jac now. Holby, please don’t hurt her. I’m glad you’re giving Henrik a happy ending and all, but please don’t forget that Jac deserves one too.

All in all, that was a pretty great episode, a satisfying final Holby Christmas (and even as someone who believes the show dug its own grave by putting out nonsense like the Cameron storyline, I’m still a little sad to think this is their final Christmas). I just can’t wait to see how things continue in January.

#Holby City #Henrik Hanssen #Russell Faber #Henruss #Holby City spoilers

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youngcreature28 · 2 years

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It kills me that you're not around - part 2

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Harry wakes up with a jolt, looking around the room blearily for the cause of his sleep disturbance. He takes notice of his alarm clock, displaying that the time is 3:48 am and groans tiredly.

He listens out for a minute before laying back down after not hearing anything.

He’s just starting to fall asleep again, a miracle in itself when he notices the quiet whimpers coming from the baby monitor. He squints at the screen, noticing that it’s Charlie’s monitor making the noise.

Harry rubs his eyes in exhaustion before dragging himself out of bed.

He scratches absently at his stomach as he walks into Charlie’s starlit room. He doesn't bother turning the ceiling light on, knowing it would only make him more upset.

Harry notices that Charlie is hiding under his covers and frowns softly at the sad sight.

“It’s okay Charlie bear, daddy’s here now."

Charlie whimpers again in response but Harry can see two tiny arms reach out from beneath the duvet.

Harry lifts the duvet back, climbs over the safety railing and slides under the covers. Charlie immediately latches on, making soft sounds of distress, not yet crying.

Harry combs his fingers through his curls and feels Charlie relax into his arms. “What happened my love, did you have another bad dream, baby?”

Harry feels Charlie shake his head negatively and ponders what else could have happened. “Do you want to tell daddy what happened or do you just want daddy to hold you?”

“Los’ Twig” Charles mumbles into Harry's chest, fists tightening on Harry's sleep shirt. “Oh no love” Harry exclaims softly, trying to sound understanding of his son’s distress.

“Can daddy help Charlie find Twig, or do you want a cuddle first?”

Charlie’s head snaps up so fast that Harry almost gets whiplash for him.

His eyes are wide and pleading as he nods furiously.

“Pwease dada."

Harry gets out of the bed with Charlie in his arms and begins to softly call out to the stuffed giraffe, not loud enough to wake Mia.

“Twig, where are you? Charlie’s been looking for you buddy." Harry searches in Charlie’s bedding, knowing the teddy had to be in the room because Charlie can’t fall asleep without it.

“Twiiiggg” he calls again as he looks around the floor. “Come on silly boy, where did you run off to?” Charlie giggles tiredly at Harry’s antics and calls out for Twig. “Twig, come back."

Harry suddenly drops to a squat dramatically causing Charlie to laugh harder. He shushes the boy softly before reaching his free arm underneath the bed.

Harry exclaims in triumph as he feels something soft touch his hand. Harry pulls out the giraffe, gasping dramatically in shock. “There he is Charlie, I guess he was playing hide and seek with you buddy."

Charlie gasps in shock, reaching out for his friend. “Twig mornin pway."

“That’s right buddy, we play in the daytime, not at bedtime. Maybe you and Twig could play hide and seek in the morning?”

Charlie nods in agreement, snuggling into Twig, already beginning to fall asleep again.

Ah, to have the ability to fall asleep immediately no matter the time or situation, Harry wishes he still could do that.

But he’s alone now.

His bed is cold and empty.

And sleeping without the love of his life, after 9 years of sharing a bed changes things and it truly did fuck up his sleep schedule.

So fuck you, Louis Tomlinson. He hasn’t been able to fall straight to sleep or even have a full, energising night’s sleep since their final night together.

Shaking his head to get rid of that thought process, knowing it only brings pain and tears, Harry focuses his attention back on Charlie.

Charlie’s eyes are fluttering closed, almost fully asleep as he relaxes.

Thankfully he doesn’t need a change or Harry would be screwed.

Charlie had gotten his light sleeping, whilst Mia had gotten Louis’ deep sleeping.

“Fanks dada, wuv ya." Harry’s heart fills with love for his boy, still not believing that he was this lucky to have raised two loving, brilliant children.

“I love you too baby, more than you could ever know. I’ll always keep you safe."

Harry stands again, knees aching as they crack from squatting down too long. Harry makes his way over to Charlie’s bed and places the now sleeping boy back in.

He tucks the duvet around the boy and his teddy, so he won’t fall out of bed again.

Harry gently moves his curls off his forehead before kissing his head. Harry makes his way over to Mia’s room to make sure they hadn’t woken her up with their adventure.

He peeks in chuckling when he sees that she is now laying at the end of the bed, spread like a starfish. Harry gently picks her up before tucking her back into bed, checking her diaper briefly.

“I love you baby” Harry kisses her forehead and sees her blow a kiss back in her sleep, filling Harry’s heart further. He couldn’t love his kids more than he does, they are his everything, he doesn’t know how he would have survived without them in his life.

Probably wouldn’t have.

Harry finally climbs back into his now cold bed, checking the time again. 4:26 am.

Harry scrubs his face in exhaustion, knowing he probably wouldn’t be getting to sleep anytime soon. Harry knows he can’t keep surviving on 2 to 6 hours of sleep a night, but he doesn’t have much of a choice at the moment.

He’s doing the best he can without him there.

He lays back down, closing his eyes, hoping to get a few more hours of shut eye before the twins wake him up. Maybe one day things would be different for them, better even.

Ha, good luck with that, you know you'll never truly be happy without him, he thinks bitterly before trying to fall asleep.

* * * * * * * *

Harry wakes up to the beautiful sound of his children’s laughter. He just wishes he wasn’t hearing it so early as they jump on his mattress, trying to wake him from his slumber.

Harry really hates being right sometimes.

Yes, he eventually got back to sleep, but not until around 6:00 am and it’s now 7:40 am.

A total of 4 hours of sleep, so he’s going to need all the extra energy he can get.

“Daddy up, up, up” they cheer together, still jumping around his prone body.

“Shhh, daddy’s sleeping."

“Nooooo, takin” Charlie protests.

“I’m talking in my sleep” Harry corrected, face tucked in his pillow to cover his smirk.

Mia laughs cheekily before launching herself onto his stomach. Harry groans dramatically in pain, although it does sting. “You’ve killed me, Mia, I can never make pancakes again."

Charlie gasps in shock, crawling up Harry’s legs to get to his face. He begins to shake Harry’s head with his tiny hands barely covering half of his defined cheeks.

“Daddy ‘wake."

Harry plays dead, tongue out to the side for a few more seconds, but not long enough that Charlie gets scared for real.

Harry moves fast, arms wrapping around both of his kids and bringing them closer.

He rolls over so they are beneath him before pretending to devour their bellies. “Grrrrr, num num num, my favourite snack” the twins laugh hysterically, pushing Harry’s face away, tiny hands barely able to move his head.

“I gotcha now” Harry declares, laughing with them before moving away as they pant in exhaustion.

“Dada Wie” Mia teases, a devious look on her face.

“Excuse me, little miss, I am a perfect angel who has never done anything wrong in his life. Daddy never lies, I just pretend sometimes."

Mia narrows her eyes, not quite understanding what Harry was saying but knowing enough to know that Harry is full of shit.

“Uh huh, sure daddy."

Clutching his chest in mock horror Harry picks her up and tosses her away gently, making sure she lands safely on the bed. “How dare you, daddy’s gonna get you for that."

Mia hides behind her brother, laughing hysterically at their silly game. She loves sassing Harry and acting cheeky when they talk.

“Nooooo, ‘tect me Lee."

Puffing his chest bravely, Charlie stands in front of his sister blocking Harry’s view. “I hewe now."

“Oh no I can’t defeat two kiddos, what am I supposed to do now?” They giggle evilly, sticking their tongues out at him.

Harry holds a straight face for all of 10 seconds before he’s laughing too. They calm down as Harry pulls them in for a cuddle.

“Okay, my loves, what’s for breakfast today?”

Breakfast is the meal that he usually allows whatever breakfast food they want, lunch and dinner are usually more nutritious meals (although Harry still loves his takeaway meals).

“Bac’n” Mia cheers, reaching out for Harry, fists opening and closing. Harry places her on his hip, smoothing her wild bed hair down.

“Pa’cake” Charlie grins toothily, picking Twig up off the bed and allowing Harry to pick him up as well.

“Pancakes and bacon it is, although I’m gonna have to steal some just for that little attitude of yours” Amelia claps her hand in excitement, placing a wet kiss of gratitude on Harry’s cheek, giggling as his stubble tickles her.

“I share wif daddy."

“Thank you, love, you’re so sweet."

Harry walks downstairs, placing the twins on the couch before setting up the younger kids’ channel.

Harry watches as they become engrossed in Charlie and Lola, Charlie’s current favourite show because he shares a name with Lola’s brother.

Harry walks into the kitchen and begins preparing breakfast, also making a smoothie and coffee for himself, knowing he would need the energy today after his lack of sleep.

* * * * * * * *

“Daddy, cucu’ber want choccy mik” the stuffed dinosaur or better known as cucumber in question is held between Mia’s outstretched hands.

“Cucumber wants chocolate milk huh?” “Uh huh,” Mia nods enthusiastically, her head bobbing up and down adorably.

“Has cucumber been a good boy?” Harry questions, deciding to go along with her amusing antics. “Duh daddy” Harry raises his eyebrow at her sass and she quickly backtracks with a cheeky grin.

“Yes daddy, cucu’ber good."

Harry hides his grin, not wanting to make her feel like he is laughing at her. “Well if he's been a good boy, I suppose if he were to bring his breakfast plate in he could give a glass of chocolate milk” Mia’s eyes light up as she runs back to clear the table.

Harry shakes his head and chuckles softly, god he loves that kid and her sassy antics.

“Charlie bear, if you want chocolate milk, please bring your plate to daddy” Harry calls out to the toddler playing hide and seek in the living room.

He listens out for a gasp of excitement before beginning to make two small glasses of chocolate milk.

Once the milk is made, Harry begins loading the dishwasher. Charlie and Mia come in together, holding a plastic plate, fork and sippy cup each.

Harry takes the dishes, praising them for their help. “Thank you for your big help, daddy’s made your chocolate milk. I’ll give it to you in a second, okay?”

Amelia begins to pout at having to wait, brow furrowed in distaste.

“Now daddy." She stomps her socked foot against the hardwood floor, crossing her arms in front of her. Her pout deepens, but Harry knows better than to give in to her attitude.

Harry makes sure to stay calm, even with as little energy as he has. “Amelia, please wait for daddy to finish loading the dishes. I’ve got my hands full and I can’t give you your drink until I’ve put the dishes down” he explains to the toddler.

She still doesn’t look pleased, her little hands now on her hips moodily, but she doesn’t argue further.

Harry sighs in relief at the beginning of a temper tantrum not turning into something more, knowing that Amelia can and will hold a grudge for days, she definitely gets that from him.

Something that his mum is constantly reassuring him about when he questions Amelia’s behaviour.

He knows it’s normal for toddlers to go through stages but he hopes she outgrows this one soon.

Harry swiftly turns on the dishwasher before washing his hands. He grabs the two sippy cups before handing the yellow one to Charlie and the red one to Mia, knowing they would fight over the colour if he let them choose.

“How do you both feel about going to aunt Gemma’s house for a play and lunch?” Gemma had texted him before breakfast, asking if he and the twins wanted to come over today, with Michal being away for work.

Mia jumps up and down in excitement and Harry can’t be more grateful that they are still young enough to need a lid on their drinks.

“Livvy?” Charlie asks. “Yeah, Olivia will be there too, Charlie bear. Maybe she’ll even let you both play with her if you’re gentle."

The twins nodded in agreement, already knowing how to handle the cat. They adore Olivia, and his mum’s cats and ask about them every day.

Harry’s not ready to be a single father and has pets to raise on top of it all.

Maybe one day in the future he’ll get them a pet of their own, but for now, this will have to do.

Fuck he still misses Clifford and Bruce every day.

* * * * * * * *

Harry is driving to Gemma’s house, the twins in the back babbling to each other about something that Harry can not understand without paying full attention, they’re still working on their vocabulary, them being only 2 years old.

Harry knows that they speak better than most toddlers, but most of the time it’s still a jumble of sounds and broken words that only Harry can begin to understand as their father.

Most people who talk to them need Harry to translate their speech.

He sings along to the ending of juice by his favourite female artist, Lizzo.

Harry makes a plan to text her later, he hasn’t been able to see her in a couple of months. She’s one of the few people who know about the twins and she loves spoiling them.

Harry received a package from her two weeks ago, containing a whole bunch of presents. Harry had sent her a rough copy of his album and she had wanted to do something to show her love in return.

Harry listens as the radio plays a couple of ads before the next song begins. It ends up being vaguely familiar and he can’t help but groan in annoyance, he’s not in the mood to deal with the memories the voice brings back.

Harry reaches out to change the station but Amelia shouts in protest. “No daddy, wisen pwease.” It’s one of her favourites of Louis’ and Harry knows he can’t deny her. “Sorry baby, you can listen."

He listens as they begin to sing along to the best of their abilities. As much as he didn’t want to listen, Harry can’t help but smile as he sees them in the mirror, dancing and having the time of their lives.

Fuck he loves them.

“I miss you when I least expect it I miss the way you feel on my lips And I don't know when I'll see you again I miss you when I least expect it

So when are you coming home Home When are you coming home Home”

As long as he has a say in the matter, you will never see him again, Louis.

Harry thinks he’s heard this one a couple of times. It’s from Louis’ second album that had been released recently. Amelia already knows most of the words (or she technically thinks she’s singing the words, but most sound like mumbles) to his songs.

As much as he hates it, Harry can’t help but love the song. Everything Louis creates is beautiful and their breakup doesn’t change that. He’s talented and Harry can appreciate good music without being ignorant.

He allows Louis' soft, raspy voice to wash over him.

“Feelings were fleeting but now I'm surrounded Visions of you shaved into the side of my head And as I sleep on the other side of the country I wonder how it feels to be safe in the palm of your hand

And I just want to go home Home I just want to go home Home”

As often as he is forced to listen to Louis’ songs for his kid’s sake, Harry tries not to pay attention and overthink the lyrics. It never actually works and he spends days trying to dissect every detail of the songs. Whether they’re about him, if Louis has moved on or it’s Louis’ way of saying ‘fuck you’ once more.

Because in songs like this, they’re about Louis wanting his love to come back to him, about how he misses them. If it was about Harry, then why is he making it out like Harry had left him?

Louis had made his decision, if he was really so miserable without Harry, he would have crawled back to Harry and begged to be taken back. But, nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

“I don't take spoonfuls of romanticism in my tea But this is not a love song It's my truth I have to speak Oh, you are so important to me And I won't let you go I won't let you go”

Harry snorts quietly at that, rolling his eyes. ‘You’re so important to me’ and ‘I won't let you go’ as if those words weren't spoken to him everyday, only to be broken in the end. Speak whatever truth you need to Louis, Harry thinks, just make sure it is actually the truth before announcing it to the world.

“'Cause wherever you are is home Home Wherever you are is home Home I miss you when I least expect it I miss the way you feel on my lips And I don't know when I'll see you again So won't you please come home Home Won't you please come home home”

Harry lets out a relieved sigh when the song ends, being careful to not let his bitterness show and influence Amelia’s love of Louis. Despite it all, Harry still knows Louis deserves all of the love and hype he gets, should be getting more if he’s honest. He would never want to take this away from Amelia, not when she is able to connect with and love her father without even knowing him.

After a few more songs, thankfully none from him, the band or the solo members, they arrive in front of Gemma’s place.

Harry decided to carry the twins to the door, not wanting them to wander off trying to find Olivia outside when she’s more of an inside cat.

Harry doesn’t bother knocking, knowing that gem is probably waiting in the backyard for them.

He decides to call out anyway.

“We’re here Gemma, you outside?”

The sound of the back door opening causes the twins to try and wiggle out of his arms.

They’re quickly placed on the ground before Harry drops them.

“Hey guys” Gemma finally appears, arms open for a hug. Harry doesn’t hesitate to snuggle into her arms, he’s always been huge on touch and affection and his family have always embraced it.

Harry feels two small arms wrap around him as the kids join in on the hug. Harry and Gemma share a look, sending a knowing look to the other.

Before the twins know what has hit them, they have them lifted and squished between them.

Harry laughs as they giggle brightly, his favourite sound in the world. They stay cuddled for a minute longer before the twins get impatient and want to get down again.

A blur rushes past and Charlie is already toddling after as fast as his unsteady legs can take him.

“Remember to be gentle and ask permission before you touch Olivia, please Charlie” Harry hears a brief noise of agreement in return.

While this was occurring, Mia started rambling about her day to a patient looking Gemma. She always looks interested and inviting, and Amelia thrives on the attention.

All positive attention, really.

Harry doesn’t interrupt, allowing them to have a moment together.

Before long, Mia’s running off after Charlie and Olivia and Gemma is focusing back on Harry.

“Do you want a cuppa?” Harry nods in appreciation and they walk towards the kitchen.

Gemma sets out making them both a cup of tea while Harry pours the twins a glass of organic, freshly squeezed orange juice.

Gemma had already set out a late lunch for them. There was an array of triangle cut sandwiches and some chopped fruit and biscuits.

Harry makes Charlie a plate of two ham and cheese sandwich slices, some banana, strawberries, apples and mango with a hard boiled egg and a chocolate shortbread biscuit for after lunch.

For Amelia, he grabbed two chicken salad sandwiches, some banana, strawberries, mango and oranges with a hard boiled egg and a jammie dodger.

After finishing making the tea, Gemma makes her plate while Harry makes his own.

Eventually, the twins wander in, hungry for lunch. Harry washes their hands from petting Olivia before grabbing their plates to take outside.

They had all decided to head outside to eat lunch and then play in the area Gemma had set up just for them last year.

When Amelia reviews her plate, her green eyes crinkle in excitement.

“Jame doge bes’."

Jammie Dodgers are her favourite biscuits and she would eat them all day if she could.

Charlie loves anything chocolate, but his favourite was surprisingly sour food. He loves lemon and green apples so much that he will eat a lemon as is.

Sometimes Harry will buy sour candy for him, but he has yet to give him anything too extreme or hard. When he’s older he definitely will, but right now, Charlie’s satisfied with the candy he does buy occasionally.

Harry glances around his family with a smile as they eat their lunch. Today has been good, no crying or tantrums so far and the weather is surprisingly warm for England.

The weather had started overcast but the sun had started to come out. Harry’s now glad that he had thought to put sunscreen on anyway.

“Thanks for the food Gem." “Fanks Aun Gem” Amelia smiles, jam smeared around her mouth. Charlie hops down with the help of Harry and wraps his arms around Gemma’s stomach in thanks, preferring actions over words. Gemma picks him up onto her lap, not minding the sticky hands touching her shirt.

“I’m glad you all liked it."

Harry wipes Mia’s face and hands while Gemma does the same to Charlie. Mia squirms and tries to escape, hating when Harry cleans her face.

“Pway daddy?” Harry glances up at Charlie’s voice and pretends to ponder the question. “Hmm I don’t know Gem, what do you think? Should we let them play now?”

A finger to her lips, Gemma tries not to break character as Charlie pleads with puppy dog eyes.

“I guess I could be persuaded to let them play, I might even have a surprise in the sandpit” Mia gasps in excitement, clapping her hands together.

“Pwease aun Gem” Charlie joins in until Gemma finally caves. “Okay then, go and see."

They toddle over to the sandpit, holding hands so Charlie doesn’t trip. Gemma had already taken the roof off for them in preparation.

Harry hears two loud gasps and looks over, a smile gracing his face as he sees the surprise.

It turns out that Gemma had somehow turned the sand light blue. The twins immediately climb in and start building their creations.

“Don’t forget to say thank you to aunt Gemma."

They glance over and call out a big thank you. “You’re welcome kiddos, I’m glad you like it."

Gemma turns to Harry and smiles. “Thanks for that Gem, they’re going to be talking about that to everyone they meet” Harry is thankful that his whole family has been supportive and a major help during the past few years.

They adore the twins and love to spoil them rotten.

“How are you doing Harry? What have you been up to?” Harry ponders the question, they see each other once or twice a week and text or call every day so there’s not much new with him that she wouldn’t already know.

“Well, as you know I’m just finishing up the final touches of my new album so I’ve started to do more promoting online lately."

Gemma nods. “Yeah, I saw that, the fans seem excited." Harry grins. “They have been waiting for this and I’m glad it’s almost ready for them, I hope they love it as much as I do. To be honest, I think that they’ll be happy no matter what now that I’ve put medicine and Anna officially on there."

Gemma gives him a knowing look, the fans had taken to asking her to tell her brother to release an official audio of the unreleased songs.

“How have the kids been? I know Charlie’s been feeling better recently and he’s become more outgoing. He never would have run off with Olivia without you there a couple of months ago."

“He’s become more confident and he’s able to be away from me more now, as long as he has Twig or Mia there with him. His therapist has been amazing throughout this. Amelia is still her usual clumsy self and falls almost every day, but she’s gotten good at her dance classes and she’s surprisingly balanced and almost graceful when she’s dancing."

“I’ll have to come to watch them again soon” Gemma suggests, causing Harry to agree. “They’d love that, they have their first concert coming up soon, so I’m nervous about how they are going to handle dancing in front of a large crowd."

Harry shakes his head to change the subject, trying not to think about the anxiety he feels. “Enough about me, how are you and Michal?”

The mention of her boyfriend brings a grin to Gemma’s face. “We’re doing really well, I don’t know if we’re telling people yet but we’ve started talking about trying for kids” she smiles sheepishly, a nervous yet happy look in her eyes. Her brother's reaction means everything to her, she wants his honest opinion about it even if they’re not married.

Harry’s eyes widen, a bright grin exploding on his face. “Gem” he whispers softly, his eyes full with happy tears. “I’m so happy for you, love. You’ll make the best mum."

Gemma’s eyes fill with emotional tears as she chuckles wetly. “Thank you, Harry, I love you” Gemma wipes her eyes. “Now stop crying, you're making me cry. Do you think it will matter that I’m not married yet and already planning kids?."

Harry laughs and wipes his own eyes. Fuck he’s emotional at the moment.

“I can’t help it. I’m so excited to be an uncle. I love you so much” Harry takes a calming breath. “No, I don’t think you should dedicate everything you do around marriage, it’s fine if you want kids before marriage or if you never want to get married at all."

Gemma releases a sigh of relief. “Thank you for being so understanding, H” Harry grabs her hand and squeezes reassuringly. “If there’s anything I can do, don’t hesitate to call."

They chat for a while longer and Harry is thinking about putting the kids down for a nap before they become crabby and tired. Before long Mia comes over and pulls at Harry’s arm, trying to get his attention.

“Daddy, needa wee."

She’s doing her little dance, legs squeezing together in desperation. “Let’s go my love” Harry’s quick to react, knowing that the toddler's bladder can be unpredictable and she could have an accident at any moment. Harry picks her up and leads her to the downstairs toilet.

They make it just in time.

She’s been getting better at telling him when she needs to, instead of telling him as she’s going or is too far gone and doesn’t make it in time.

He’s going to keep the nappies on anyway, they’re still not quite ready to be completely potty trained.

Amelia yawns loudly, resting her head on the crook of Harry’s neck, deciding for Harry about his plans for their nap.

Harry lifts her onto the sink to wash her hands. “How are you, today love?” He begins to dust the sand off into the sink, knowing it’s now nap time, he doesn’t want her to sleep in sand.

She turns around and hugs his neck again. “Good daddy. Wove you” Harry presses a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you too baby. You’re my favourite girl in the whole wide world."

Amelia grins toothily. “Bes’ daddy in wowld."

Harry places her legs around his stomach and sways them back and forth, dancing gently together.

He sings ‘adore you’ into her hair, knowing that it’s her favourite song.

When the song is over, Harry glances in the mirror and notices that she’s fallen asleep in his arms.

He stays there, swaying back and forth, soaking in the time he gets to spend with her. A day will come when she doesn’t want to be carried and Harry tries to cherish every moment she does.

Eventually, his arms become tired and he brings her to the spare room that Gemma had set up for when the twins come over.

He places her on the bed and shushes her, keeping a hand on her chest when she stirs. She settles back down and falls into a deeper sleep.

Harry makes his way back outside and sees Gemma and Charlie playing pirates together.

“Hi, baby” Charlie looks up and grins at him.

“Hi daddy, missed you."

“I missed you too bubba, but I’ll bet Gemma’s fun spending time with her adorable nephew."

Harry places a hand on Gemma's shoulder and whispers in her ear. “I’m going to warm up some milk, Mia’s already down."

“Let me know when you're done and I’ll bring him inside."

Harry grabs Twig off the outdoor table and goes to prepare a bottle of warm milk, something that he rarely needs to do anymore.

Today Charlie’s going to be hyped up from playing and won’t want to go down for a nap, but Harry knows that he always falls asleep with a bottle now that Harry no longer breastfeeds them.

He calls them in when the bottle is warm and reaches down to cradle Charlie.

“Thanks for dusting him off,” Gemma nods with a smile and makes her way to the toilet herself.

“Hi baby, have you had a good day?”

Charlie nods in Harry’s arms, gripping Twig in one hand and Harry in the other. “Uh huh. Mia?” Harry adores the love the twins have for each other, always looking out for the other.

“Mia fell asleep, but you’ll see her again soon” Charlie doesn’t reply, mouth opening for the bottle impatiently, making small sounds of annoyance when Harry doesn’t immediately give him what he wants. Harry finally presses the bottle's nipple into Charlie’s mouth and he makes a happy, content sound at the taste.

Harry reclines on the lounge and gazes into Charlie’s eyes as he feeds. Charlie smiles around the nipple as Harry pulls a funny face.

Moments like these are his favourite. The quiet one on one time where they can be happy. He misses the closeness breastfeeding the twins had brought to their relationships. He doesn't miss the soreness or tiny teeth biting his nipples or the cracked, dry skin they left him with. Still, if he ever got the opportunity, he would breastfeed his baby every time.

Harry kisses Charlie's forehead as his eyes begin to stay closed longer with each blink. “I love you."

Charlie mumbles around the bottle and Harry knows he’s trying to repeat the sentiment.

The bottle is empty as Charlie finally falls asleep in Harry’s warm arms. Harry places the bottle beside him and gently rocks Charlie in his sleep, a small burp escaping as he does.

Harry stands as Gemma walks back in. “I’m going to put him down, then we can talk more."

“I’ll make us some more tea."

Charlie is placed in the bed next to Mia and they immediately gravitate toward each other.

They cling together and Charlie makes a happy noise in his sleep as Mia hugs him.

Phone in hand, Harry snaps a few photos of the adorable sight before heading back out. He had taken way too many photos and videos today, since in the sandpit, since while holding a sleeping Mia and since whole feeding Charlie.

Harry has thousands of photos, wanting to preserve the memories and be able to look back fondly when they’re grown up.

Gemma leaves the tea in the kitchen to cool and meets Harry in the lounge room. They settle next to each other and begin where they left off outside.

* * * * * * * *

A loud ringing fills the air and Harry reaches for his phone in this pocket, briefly pausing to talk to Gemma about heading to the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back,” she nods in acknowledgment and Harry already knows she’ll keep an ear out for the twins while he’s gone.

In the kitchen, Harry looks at his display screen and sees a number he doesn’t recognise. He grabs his glass of water before bringing the phone to his ear and answering the phone.

The phone has been ringing for a while and Harry knows he just made it before it went to voicemail.

“Hello?” Harry knows that only people of importance hold this number, so he answers even with it being an unknown number.

“Hi there, this is Sasha Balandin from BMG records, how are you today?” The tiny voice answers.

A sharp gasp gets stuck in his throat, dread filling every inch of his body. “Fine” his voice comes out in a croak causing him to clear his throat and try again. “I’m fine thank you, what can I do for you?”

“Is this Harry Styles speaking?”

“This is he." There’s no point in denying it, they know who he is, it’s just a formal way of greeting him. They wouldn’t be calling unless they knew it was his number.

“Hi Harry, I’m calling to let you know that everything is finally ready, later than originally planned with the band's contract switching over to us we had to reevaluate and change a lot."

She takes a moment to breathe and Harry hopes she isn’t about to say what he thinks she is, but when has he ever been that lucky? “We can now thankfully tell you that the planned reunion is all set to go ahead once the details and any requests have been sorted."

The glass slips and shatters.

And with it Harry’s heart.

#one direction #harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry #larry stylinson #larry fic #my post #my fic #niall horan #gemma styles #part 2 #it kills me that you're not around #louis x harry #harry x louis #1D

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welcome-to-afterlife · 3 years

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do you still write? if so please write something for ell🥺👉🏻👈🏻 maybe a confession or something just really fluffy, i want flustered ell

Hey, im gonna try something different here- a letter. I’m so sorry because I’m pretty sure this isn’t fluffy, but I can’t pull myself to write normally! I tried my best to keep it happy as possible, but the shutdown just makes everything 10x harder. **Note: ik the manager is from the Otherworld, but I’m writing this for the people that want to hear from Ell one last time (and u all live in the human world lol).

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Many Years Later: A Letter From Ell

Dear Manager,

Ahhh, I’m not sure what to say. There’s so much that I want to tell you, but I don’t think there’s enough space on this paper. Well, I’ll start with what I can-- we miss you. I’m not sure how long it's been in the human world, but several years have passed here in the 14th Department. Many of us have grown closer to achieving our goals, but no one has made it to the other side yet. To be honest, none of us are sure what to expect. Nyang Lead Manager won’t tell us whether we’ll be reincarnated or send back to our original life, but Housemaster Sei gave me a few hints (so I think we’ll be sent to our original lives)!

Sometimes, I think about what I’m going to do after I fill up my kaleidoscope. It’s a little silly, but I think about the next we meet. Although Quincy says I’ll always be small and childish, I imagine myself as a strong and handsome angel that will sweep you off your feet. You’ll be so impressed and maybe your heart will flutter just as fast as mine did when you used to walk into my room. But that is your type, right Manager? I’m not too sure since I never got to ask you about it-- it’s one of the things I regret. Although everyone yells at me for hogging you during your time at the 14th Department, I always felt like it wasn’t enough. There were so many questions I didn’t ask, stories I didn’t hear, and words that I never said. But my biggest regret is that I never told you how I truly felt about you.

Oh no, this is getting too sad isn’t it? I think so since I’m sneezing a lot (sorry if my writing looks messy, my eyes are watering from all the sneezing and it’s getting harder to see). Anyway, let’s go back to all the positive things because there a lot of them. First, I’m no longer that small boy that you remember. My hair is a little longer and I think I’ve actually grown an inch. I was super surprised because I didn’t think I would grow after I’m dead, but I guess I was wrong the whole time! Noah also says that I’ve matured and have grown more confident as the Class Leader. I don’t think that’s true, but I really appreciate his kind words! Also, the 14th Department has been doing a great job at purifying souls thanks to everything you’ve taught us! We aren’t the worst department anymore (that’s the 10th Department now) and people respect us a little more.

As for the others, not a lot has changed. Nyang Lead Manager is still demanding, but we’ve learned a secret: give him a platter of assorted ancient fish and he’ll stop yelling at you! While it doesn’t always work, Mori claims it has a 98% success rate-- so I always buy his fish. Ghilley laughs at me because he thinks Mori is tricking me, but Licht has been helping me make these fish platters to keep the Nyang Lead Manager happy. Sometimes Jamie decorates our plates with cute little tangerine and strawberry slices. While the combination is a little weird, it looks like something from a fancy restaurant!

I think Housemaster Sei is a little stressed since he acts sort of like a manager now. He seems to pick on Louis and Cyrille for having the lowest purification rates, but it always ends with Ethan and Sian making fun of them (and then insulting each other). Then June jumps in the prove his manliness, which inspires Ataichi to challenge Kirr to a battle to see the better warrior. Kati ends up biting random people while Verine crawls under his table for protection. It doesn’t stop until Housemaster Sei threatens everyone with eternal punishment, but I enjoy the lively energy.

But things aren’t always smooth. Whenever we have problems, I always ask Youssef. He always tells me that I’m doing great on my own, but I think he’s just saying that because he’s nice. He’s so smart and I really appreciate his advice. But do you want to know the truth, Manager? I don’t admire him the way that I used to before. I think it’s because I miss you more and it's all I can think about when I go to him for help. I wish I could ask you instead, but I can’t. I miss all the times where you had the answers for me with a big smile on your face because it made me super happy too. It gave me hope that I could be the Class Leader that you always wanted me to be.

Sorry Manager, but I think I’m going to have to end it here. I’m running out of space on this paper and Nyang Lead Manager is only letting me use one paper. But I’d like to say one last thing: wherever you are, just know that I’ll be watching from afar. As your guardian angel, I promise I won’t let harm get in your way. So live the rest of year days with the brightest smile on your face because that will make me happy too. Lastly please wait for me, so that one day I tell you in person just how much I love you.

With lots of love,

Ell

#afterl!fe #afterlife #afterl1fe #afterl!fe ell #after l!fe #afterlife game #afterlife ell #afterl!fe headcanons

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indiaalphawhiskey · 4 years

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Hii how are you doing? 🤗 and how is my son Marcel? 🤓can we maybe get a snippet please? 🙏💖💖💖

Sparkly Heart, you truly, truly spoil me. 🥰And yes, of course, you can absolutely get a snippet! I hope you enjoy!

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“Did you...” he asked, a small flash of hurt coming through behind his glasses. “Did you actually laugh at me?”

“Mm-mm,” Louis protested behind his palm, shaking his head ‘no’ vehemently for good measure. So the little giggle that slipped out then was extra unfortunate.

“Oh my God,” Marcel whispered quietly, his cheeks going from that perpetual tender rosiness to a near-crimson burn. “God, you’re such –” He shook his head in disbelief, shooting up off the table, a hurried tangle of panicked limbs. “Such a massive fucking twat.”

“Styles,” Louis tried to soothe, still unable to hide his chuckle as he jumped up off the bed and lunged to grab at Marcel’s wrist. “Marcel, c’mon—”

“Let go, Louis,” Marcel said seriously, wrestling his wrist out of Louis’ grip.

“No, please, c’mon,” Louis pleaded gently, still holding onto him, yanking a little harder, hoping for him to turn around. “I’m sorry I laughed. I was just surprised!”

“Surprised about what?” Marcel scoffed bitterly. “That the giant loser fan fiction nerd can’t get anyone to sleep with him?”

“What?” Louis asked, genuinely startled, his head recoiling on his neck. “Okay, no. Uh-uh. Absolutely none of that,” he scolded sharply, finally managing to pull Marcel’s arm enough so he was at least angled towards him, even if Marcel kept his eyes on the wall to the right. “First of all, look around you,” Louis gestured between the two of them. “We’re authors of fantasy novels on a three-month long book tour – no one in this room is exactly the lead singer of The Eagles.”

And Marcel could purse those lips all he wanted, but Louis so saw the way the corner of his mouth twitched upward at that.

“And second,” he plowed on insistently, happy to feel Marcel’s wrist relaxing in his. “Don’t think I don’t see the way those groupies shamelessly try to flirt their way into your corduroys.”

Marcel gawked at him. “They absolutely do not. There are no grou—”

“‘Mister Styles,’” Louis pitched his voice a little lower, giving it a slow-rolling American accent just like that young, blonde Troye Sivan wannabe from the Birmingham leg. “‘Your love scenes are so sensual,’” he teased, batting his eyelashes ridiculously. “‘What are the things you do to…’” He paused for effect, putting on his most lascivious expression as he said, “‘...Get in the mood?’” He leveled Marcel with an unimpressed stare. “That is a direct quote. The secondhand embarrassment burned it into my brain.”

“I hate you,” Marcel said, trying to fight his smile. “Besides, that doesn’t prove anything. Maybe it’s a fame thi—”

Louis made a sound like a game show buzzer.

“Ehhh! Wrong,” he said pointedly, crossing his arms over his chest. “As adorable as your confidence in your ‘fame’ is, Nerdy Jagger, you and I are D-List at best. It probably goes –“ He made a ranking motion with his hand. “George Lucas, George R.R. Martin, Elijah Wood because yes –” Louis said, narrowing his eyes at Marcel’s skepticism. “Lord of the Rings will always be relevant,” he continued, his hand now by his shins. “All three of Khaleesi’s dragons, and right here,” he motioned just below his ankles. “Is us.”

When Louis looked up, the green of Marcel’s eyes were dancing with mirth.

“You’re ridiculous,” he said, shaking his head, and it made Louis’ guilt ebb just a little.

He smirked and straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Face it, Styles. There’s a list a mile long of people who’d kill to pop,” he popped the word, just to be silly, and then poked twice at Marcel’s chest. “That. Cherry.”

Marcel made a retching sound at Louis’ crude choice of words, but he let Louis wrap his fingers around his wrist again anyway. Louis led them back to the edge of the bed, threw himself back and bounced on the mattress, and then patted the space beside him.

“So, let’s try this again –” he said, looking up at Marcel and chuckling softly. “Why on Earth,” he said, pausing to grin. “Is someone like you,” he emphasized, loving the way it made Marcel have to bite back a tiny pleased smile. “Still a virgin, hm?”

#rival authors au #rival authors snippet #iaw anonymous #iaw ask #sparkly heart anon #OLNF

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merakiui · 4 years

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Day Team Slumber Party

(I wrote this on a whim based off of Ethan saying he’ll get nightmares if there’s too much on his mind and if he forces himself to rest, and June suggesting that everyone should sleep together to solve the problem. lol There’s no point in this, but I want to think it’s an enjoyable read. Now I’ll get back to working on everyone’s requests!)

It’s Louis who complains about the not-so-perfect sleep he had the other night. His fellow teammates look at him, and it’s June who asks for an elaboration. Ethan wishes he wouldn’t, and Theo can only force a small smile while he takes extreme interest in his chopsticks.

“What could be giving you trouble, my brother?” June practically shouts, slamming his drink on the table. “Are you suffering from any nightmares? Is it a vengeful spirit? Tell me and I’ll make sure no one gives you trouble! We’re brothers for a reason!”

Louis, having been given an opportunity, feigns a forlorn expression, holding a gloved hand over his chest. “Your overwhelming kindness is but a mere balm to soothe my pain! Surely you understand the horrid imperfections an improper sleep brings.” He sighs, wiping a faux tear from the corner of his eye. “If this continues any longer, my beautiful skin shall be tarnished! The mirrors may crack if I walk past, and I simply cannot let that happen.”

“Ah.” It slips from Theo without his meaning to, and he figures a small explanation won’t hurt. “Louis, I’m sure you’ll sleep better if you stop worrying.”

“Worry? ‘Tis a silly implication, my handsome Theo! Alas, what shall I do if I’m not as beautiful as the sun? Which, if you haven’t noticed, must shine brighter than everything else!”

“Well, you are the sun, aren’t you?” He means it as a joke, but he knows better than to assume Louis will laugh.

June grins. “I agree with brother Theo! It is just as he says. We must fix this problem of yours so that you can continue to shine as bright as the afternoon sun. That’s what our team represents, isn’t it, my brothers?!”

Ethan rolls his heterochromatic eyes. Though these types of shenanigans are a common happening within the Day Team, it doesn’t do anything to dispel his annoyed state. “We really shouldn’t be enabling such a narcissistic fool. Don’t you have anything better to do than to weep about something so insignificant?”

“How can you say that, brother Ethan? A good rest leads to a healthy mindset!”

“And a lovely lifestyle,” Louis adds, posing dramatically before the three Reapers.

“Why don’t you drink something that’s bound to make you fall asleep? Chamomile is known to treat insomnia, so I could brew you a cup if you’d like.”

“A perfect prince such as myself would never fall victim to that disease you call insomnia!”

It was worth a shot, Theo thinks, deflating. I’m afraid there’s no getting through to him.

“I doubt you’d know what a disease is,” Ethan says, crossing his arms. “You’re quite the disease yourself.”

“Your words wound my already fractured heart!” Louis slumps against the table, woefully sighing. “How cruel of you.”

“Insults won’t fix anything either. Maybe you’re reading too much into this. Everyone’s had their fair share of sleepless nights. You’re no different, Louis. The problem might lie in the fact that you’ve been sleeping in an uncomfortable position, or you’ve had too many heavy thoughts. Whatever it may be, I’m sure you’ll be able to overcome it in no time,” Theo says, shifting so he’s slightly in between Ethan and Louis. “You just need to fix your sleeping habits.”

“That’s it!” June jumps up from his seat. “The answer to your problem is simple! We’ll spend a night together!”

“Excuse me?” Ethan raises a brow.

“Um...” Theo trails on his words. “I don’t think that’s—”

“A marvelous idea! Truly spectacular, my dear June.” Louis applauds him, all traces of sadness gone from his face. “Please tell me more.”

“I’ve heard about it from the manager. They used to participate in a tradition where their closest friends came together for an evening of fun! Something called a slumber party.”

“That sounds too noisy. I’m not going to lose sleep because someone can’t seem to turn away from his own reflection at night.”

“Ethan’s got a point. Aren’t parties a bit too exciting for a time when we should be asleep? Won’t the manager be upset if we’re too tired to work the following day?”

“Nonsense! The manager should join us! They’ll get a chance to see the flawless Prince Louis in his silken night clothes. ‘Tis a sight to behold. Manager may go blind from how perfect I am, even in the late hours of the night.”

“If the manager’s going to be there...” Theo’s cheeks redden at the prospect of spending time with the manager outside of work hours. “I guess it wouldn’t be all that bad.”

“Brothers!” June gathers everyone’s attention, which isn’t a difficult task because he’s practically got the entire cafeteria watching him. “Have you forgotten about brother Louis? We must help him get a good night’s sleep! Therefore we’ll try this slumber party the manager mentioned, and it’ll restore his well-being!”

“I’m declining, so don’t ask again.”

“I’d rather sleep by myself, if I’m being honest.”

“A little company never hurt anyone.”

“We have to stick together in times like these. When one of us falls, the others should be there to help him up! That’s why we’re brothers!”

There’s not much of an argument here, and it’s not like either of them will give up—or listen to logic for that matter. Besides, a slumber party—whatever that may entail—can’t be entirely bad, right? Theo’s willing to give it a try if it means hanging out with June more, but Ethan refuses to even accept the idea. He thinks it’s a waste of time that’ll only make the issue worse. And he can’t be blamed for his thoughts, no matter how cold they may be.

If only any of them knew the true purpose of a slumber party.

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“All right! Everything has been prepared. The futons are laid out, tea has been brewed, and we’re dressed appropriately. Let us commence our first slumber party, brothers!” June laughs energetically, pumping a fist in the air.

“Sure.” Theo already regrets agreeing. The manager is absent, and somehow Ethan’s managed to join. “I’m glad everyone’s here.”

Ethan scoffs under his breath. “What’s the point in trying to sleep alone now? I’ll just hear you from outside my door.”

“What are we supposed to do, though? I’m a little confused.”

“Good question! Allow me to enlighten you.” Louis is holding a rose between his fingers as he speaks, twirling it as though it were a lock of hair. “You are to sleep wonderfully with the deepest of dreams! Naturally, that shouldn’t be a problem for us. After all, it’s called a slumber party for a reason. With this, I’ll finally be able to catch up on all of that precious beauty rest I missed.”

“Oh. We’re just supposed to sleep, then?”

“Precisely.”

Theo turns to June for confirmation, who says, “We’ll do all sorts of things to tire ourselves out so that we can sleep without fail!”

“That sounds fun, but I’m already tired. I’ll just finish my tea before heading to bed.”

Ethan nods, agreeing with Theo’s easy escape method. “I suppose I’ll do the same.”

“That’s hardly enjoyable,” Louis states, admiring the flower’s vibrant petals while letting out his signature laugh. “Doesn’t this color match Ethan’s charming hair? Perhaps he was born amongst the rose bushes to have gained such a blessed hue!”

“You talk too much.”

“And you hardly talk at all! We should enjoy this night to its fullest potential. I propose we admire my beauty for the rest of the evening! My face will surely lull you to sleep, as will my splendid voice. Consider yourselves lucky! I’ll sing a lullaby for you, my sleepless friends.”

Louis makes a motion to begin singing, and he’s promptly cut off when a pillow is thrown at him, hitting him square in the face. On the other end is Ethan, whose brow lowers in a fierce glare. The perfect prince is shocked, mouth slightly agape at the audacity of his fellow teammate.

“My face!” he exclaims, bolting upright to get to the nearest reflective surface.

June lets out another laugh, grabbing the pillow and testing its softness. “Excellent aim, brother Ethan! This seems like a worthwhile game. Catch, brother Theo!”

Theo has just enough time to set his teacup down before the pillow makes contact with his chest. “Junee, I wasn’t ready!” There’s a hint of a smile on his features. “Louis, your face is fine. This pillow couldn’t hurt even a vengeful spirit.”

“How can you be so sure? Check the material! Anything could be a hazard to my endless perfection.”

June stands up to drag Louis back, an arm slung around him. “Fear not, brother! You’re glowing!”

“If you say so, then it must be true. You have an eye for perfection, June!” He swoops down to grab another pillow, eyeing it with a hint of mild distrust. “This should tire us out thoroughly!”

The three Reapers toss pillows back and forth with the objective of hitting one another. Catching seems to be thrown out the window in favor of playing such a childish game. Every now and then, a pillow grazes Ethan, and despite his grumbling he ends up returning the throw, whacking June in the side. So begins a worthless contest of agility, strength, and endurance between Reapers who are far too giddy to continue this strange version of a pillow fight.

“Isn’t this great?!” June asks when the constant barrage of pillows has slowed down. “I’m proud to spend this night with my brothers!”

He tackles all three of them at once, which results in a pile of Day Reapers landing on the plush surfaces of their futons. Louis crows about his face once more, while Ethan sighs, more so bothered by the sudden act of affection than the actual fall itself. And Theo is just glad to have tried something new, despite the arbitrary implications of the events that led up to this moment. Nevertheless, it’s oddly fun. He’s never experienced this sort of glee before, and he’s certain the others haven’t either. For once, they’re closer than they’ve ever been, and that’s not just because they’re still on the ground in a tangle of limbs.

“This is like a new type of training! Let’s do it once more!” June is the first to get up, already gathering his own arsenal of pillows.

In the beginning, Ethan wanted to ignore them and simply sleep like any normal person. Now he just wants to get the others to settle down. Against his better judgement, he reaches for a pillow.

Theo chuckles, sensing where this’ll lead. Thankfully, he managed to clean everything earlier, so dust and germs won’t hold him back. “Junee, let’s do this together.”

“Nothing can stand in our way, brother!”

“I’ll be unable to forgive either of you if you leave so much as a dent on my fragile appearance! Have mercy on those who are good-looking.”

“Stop whining and get a pillow. This battle won’t be in their favor.”

There’s an air of pride to Ethan, and rightfully so, as he’s ready to put a swift end to their antics. Just for tonight he’ll team up with the self-loving prince. He must be extra tired if he’s willing to side with him and take part in such a senseless game, but there’s nothing he can do now. He’s already committed, and he isn’t one to regret his decisions.

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The Day Team stands before both (Name) and Nyang Lead Manager the following morning, dead tired and yearning for a few more hours of coveted sleep.

“We received lots of noise complaints—meow. Would you mind explaining yourselves?” Nyang hisses at the quartet, a bone-deep scowl on his furry face.

“I’ll take care of it. You’ve got a lot of work to get to, so you shouldn’t have to stress over this,” (Name), their ultimate savior, offers kindly.

Nyang looks like he wants to protest, but he decides that they’ll execute a punishment per his orders. “Then don’t let me hear their ruckus again!” With another hiss, he exits (Name)’s office.

“So,” they say, analyzing each Reaper’s expression. Three out of four appear guilty, but they all seem groggy. “Now I know why June was asking me so many questions about slumber parties.”

“Manager, please forgive us. We’re truly sorry.” Theo attempts an explanation, but (Name) holds up their arm to silence him.

“Are you kidding? You guys had all that fun and I wasn’t invited? We should hold a slumber party for the entire 14th Department! Then everyone can join in on the chaos.”

June overcomes his tired haze to nod enthusiastically. Theo looks like he could just faint on the spot, and Ethan is stone-faced. As usual for such an icy Reaper.

“I’m just surprised Louis isn’t worried about his hygiene. You know, all of that beauty sleep and whatnot.”

“The light in here is simply horrendous!” Louis waltzes over to the windows, peeling the curtains aside so that he can bask in the warm light. “That’s much better.”

To everyone’s surprise, there’s no sign of sleep deprivation.

“Aren’t you lively today?” (Name) smiles, taking in Louis’s refreshed appearance.

“So you noticed! I slept like an infant in a castle of clouds. Ah, this is truly a wonderful morning. I’ve awoken, beauty sleep reclaimed, and have blessed everyone in the Department! Rejoice!”

Theo rubs his eyes, at a complete loss. “He...actually slept.”

June blinks twice, holding back a yawn. “Brother Louis truly is as radiant as the sun. So cool!”

Ethan sighs, already intent on moving forward from the previous night. “This was pointless to begin with.”

#afterl!fe #after l!fe #afterl!fe louis #afterl!fe june #afterl!fe theo #afterl!fe ethan #day team #afterl!fe die #slumber party #let june throw a slumber party ethan >:(#afterl!fe the sacred kaleidoscope #louis #june #theo #ethan

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scullyy · 4 years

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here's a challenge: all the numbers you haven't done yet for louis :3

oh- oh my- okay here we go (I have two other asks for Louis, so here they are all combined!)

Send me a character and a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for:

1) Something this character is truly proud of

Even though the other kids always tell him to shut up, he knows his jokes and games do cheer them up

2) Who they want to please the most

AJ, he’s such a bright young kid and deserves a proper childhood. Louis will always tell him stories about the old world and answer whatever questions he can.

3) Who depends on them

Clem and AJ depend on him the most, to his shock. They’re both so cable of handling anything themselves it makes his head spin whenever they specically need his help.

4) What they would do if they had one month to live

He would try to get all his loved ones to smile, leave them with fond memories to look back on.

5) A cherished personal belonging

Hidden away in his room is a watch his father got him, before the divorce. It doesn’t work anymore and it doesn’t fit, but every time he glances at it he wishes for nothing more than to apologise to him.

6) Something they lost, but would love to have back

Geoff ;-; He was a good little companion

8) What kind of car they would drive

I’m not sure why I see Louis in a Mini Cooper, they’re cute little cars so I just picture him zooming down the highway in one.

9) What calms them when they are upset

He’ll go for a slow walk around the safe zone, counting the trees and birds. The quiet helps him focus.

10) How they deal with pain

He’s almost too laissez faire whenever he gets hurt, still cracking jokes. “Tis but a scratch!” Humour is how he gets through most things in life, he’s not gonna stop just because he’s bleeding.

11) This character’s favourite piece or pieces of clothing

He truly does adore his coat and always works hard to get the blood and gut stains off it.

12) How they sleep

He’s a total space hog, his arms and legs just spread out everywhere. He also talks in his sleep, just incoherent jumble that makes no sense.

“It’s the...French...they’re gonna...take the sheep..”

13) What kind of parent they would be

He’s that parent who sneaks the kid extra sweets when the other parent Clem isn’t looking, he’s still a child at heart himself so the two get along like a house on fire.

14) How they did in school

Total class clown, didn’t take his homework too seriously until his dad struck up the skylight deal.

15) What cologne or perfume they would use

There’s no use for cologne in the apocalypse, but his mum used to wear Chanel No. 5. It was such a strong smell that would always wrap itself onto his clothes whenever she hugged him.

He misses that now.

17) What they’d sing at karaoke

Anything and everything. He’s the absolute worst karaoke partner since he’s able to out sing everybody else. There’s a special place in his heart for obnoxiously loud love ballads however, hand him a microphone and he’ll make the world his stage.

18) Special talents they have

He's pretty kickass at impressions, he loves impersonating old Disney characters for AJ, even though he has no idea who they are.

Despite not having a book to follow, he can still remember the patterns to some origami figures and is strangely good at it. Clem has a paper crane sitting on the desk in her room.

19) When they feel safest

Whenever he’s playing a game with his friends, seeing them all relax. They’re his family now, it’s those moments he holds onto the most in times of trouble.

20) Household chore they hate the most

He absolutely HATES gardening in the greenhouse, getting dirt under his fingernails and on his pants really isn’t a fun time for him.

22) How they spend their money

He’s actually thankful that money is completely useless now, considering how he used it as a weapon to tear apart his family. Louis used to spend his allowance on whatever hyperfixation he had at the time; new games, a book on how to be a magician, silly little toys...useless shit now.

23) What kind of alcohol they drink

His dad used to drink whiskey on a Sunday evening, ever since he was a kid he’s dreamt of having a taste. But beggers can’t be choosers, given how rare alcohol is now he’ll take whatever he can get.

24) What they wish they could change about themselves

Sometimes, when his memories are louder than usual, he regrets not standing up against Marlon sooner. About the twins, the safe zone, everything. Maybe he would still be standing here. He wishes he were stronger.

25) What other people wish they could change about them

If only Louis had been made with an off button they could press. They know his intentions are pure but not all his jokes land sometimes, humour is subjective after all.

#twdg #the walking dead game #the walking dead game season four #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg headcanons #ask #anon

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vintageumbroshirt · 3 years

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I've never written prompts before but i can try! what about harry as a royal and louis as the pianist who gets called to court when they have balls and events and they meet at one of those? and then it's like a friends to lovers thing through the small moments they get together during the various events where louis gets hired to play ?? or harry could somehow hire him to play for him or teach him! anyways he falls in love watching louis play :') and then maybe louis sneaks him out and takes him to his worldddd

or it could be that they're both kids of people working at the palace and they grow up running around the halls and the gardens! and idk what the plot would be there🤔 maybe there's the fall of the monarchy and they have to run away?? I'm not good with plot sjfjh

Thank you so much for sending this in! 💞 This became almost 1.4k of royal pianist!Louis and prince!Harry, oopsie!

If anyone else wants to do it, send me (anon or not) a royalty themed short fic prompt

Harry had never liked the obligation to be present for every single ball thrown at the castle. There were too many of them, with too many nosy people trying to get something out of him. But his aversion to the balls changes when a new royal pianist is hired for the events. Harry is enamoured by the beautiful melodies coming from the nimble fingers moving over the keys.

Mister Louis Tomlinson, his mother had told him when he asked who was hired in place of the other, now retired, pianist.

Harry knew, after that first ball, that Louis was who he wanted by his side for the rest of his life.

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When Harry steps in the ballroom, a happy piano ballad playing and getting everyone’s spirits up, his eyes immediately search for the music’s source.

He knows that it’s Louis playing. No one can quite make music sound as magical as Louis can, and it was the first thing that drew Harry towards the young musician. After a few interactions, during Louis’ breaks, Harry fell in love also with his mind and strong opinions. Now, he goes to the royal balls with renewed excitement, looking forward to seeing Louis. He is the highlight of every single one of Harry’s weeks. Even if Harry hasn’t made his feelings known, he is quite sure Louis is fond of him too and enjoys their time together.

He spots the instruments to the left of the stairs that lead towards the front balcony of the palace and, sure enough, there Louis is, sitting by the piano and playing passionately. Harry smiles to himself, making his way towards the sound, eyes glued to Louis’ lovely stature.

“Good evening, Mister Tomlinson,” he greets Louis as soon as he reaches him.

Louis turns his head to face him, fingers not stopping his movements over the keys. “Good evening, Your Royal Highness.”

“You sound excellent this evening.”

“You always say that, Sir,” Louis replies cheekily, sending him a wink before turning back to the music sheet.

Harry sits down next to him on the bench, back turned to the piano. “It never stops being true. Do you have some free time today?”

“I do. The queen requested strings for the next hour of performances. I will be free to roam around.”

“Perfect. Please come and find me when you can?”

“Your wish is my command,” Louis bows his head.

Harry can see the teasing gleam in his eyes and he smiles. He knows Louis doesn’t see his requests as commands, not anymore. He does like to joke about Harry’s status though, the more comfortable they grow into their friendship.

Harry was once told that marriages only work when the couple becomes friends first and foremost. He always thought it was a weird notion, as he never understood the attractiveness of marrying a friend. But now he knows what they mean. He is Louis’ friend. Their foundation of trust and open communication was built on their friendship. And now it feels like all it would take for them to fall into one another with open arms is the built of intimacy only allowed between lovers. It isn’t scary. It doesn’t feel like a stretch. It’s a continuation of what they already have.

Harry knows it’s silly to believe in love at first sight and soulmates. He had been told off multiple times until his family gave up on him. But he can’t help it wanting to feel love and live a beautiful romance. And now that he has found that possibility with Louis, he doesn’t want to let it go. He won’t let this opportunity at a truly happy marriage get away from him, no matter what.

So Harry does his rounds, dancing with a few people, talking to his family members, until Louis approaches him with a curtsy.

“You asked for me, Your Royal Highness.” He speaks formally as he interrupts Harry’s conversation with a Viscount.

“Yes, Mister Tomlinson. I’d rather like to pick your brain about a piece you were playing. Would you mind accompanying me to the balcony for a breath of fresh air?”

“Not at all.”

Harry smiles at the Viscount, who understands the message and bows, allowing Harry to leave. He leads the way up the stairs and towards the glass door leading to a splendid view of the royal gardens, hearing Louis follow him closely. Thankfully, the space is empty save for a bodyguard by the door, so Harry accommodates himself on a chair near the railing. Louis sits opposite him without any prompting.

“What piece would you like to discuss, Sir?”

Harry laughs. “Oh, Louis. I wish I had enough understanding of music to participate in such topics of discussion.”

“I know,” Louis smirks. “I was thinking… If it’s something of your interest, I could give you some training. I have enough free time to give you lessons for a few hours per week.”

“Oh, that’s a lovely offer.” Harry has to fight back the part of his mind screaming at him to say yes, to accept any possible way of spending time with Louis. But he has to control it, knowing he has more important matters to mention before accepting anything. “But I’m afraid I can’t accept right away. There is a reason I wanted to speak with you privately today.”

“Alright.” Louis sits straighter on his chair, giving Harry his full attention. “Go on then.”

“Louis, I have come to greatly enjoy the minutes I am fortunate enough to spend with you every week. Our friendship is dear to my heart. But I haven’t been completely honest with you.” Harry pauses, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Ever since we met, I felt a distinct pull towards your charm and charisma. With every passing interaction, my fondness for you grows stronger. I am sure we would make an amazing pair. So, Louis, would you give me the honour of courting you?”

Louis looks troubled, biting his lips as he hears Harry’s words. It makes Harry afraid that he misinterpreted Louis’ niceties for reciprocity. His heart aches, as he sees in Louis’ eyes that his advances will be rejected.

“Sir,” Louis starts but then stops himself. He takes Harry’s hands in his with a sad smile. “Harry. I am incredibly flattered that you would think of me as a partner to you. I don’t want you to think that I’m not fond of you, too, because that’s the furthest thing from the truth. How could I not be? You’re such a kind and beautiful person. But I don’t have any sort of noble background. I would never be more than a paramour to you.”

Harry furrows his eyebrows. “How could you say that, Louis? I don’t want you for your body. I want you for your soul.”

“Harry…”

“No. Listen.” Harry is quick to interrupt Louis’ retort, as he is clearly misunderstanding Harry’s intentions. “I am asking to court you as a prospective husband, not just a lover.”

Louis’ face turns from sad to incredulous, and Harry almost wants to laugh.

“The high council would never allow you to officially court a commoner,” Louis tells him slowly, like Harry hadn’t considered those issues before proposing their courtship.

Harry chuckles. “They will do as the king says, Louis.”

“Alright. But the king will never allow such a thing either,” Louis insists stubbornly.

“He will.”

“Harry,” Louis deadpans.

“Louis,” Harry copies his tone before shaking his head in amusement. “My older sister is married and has two heirs. I have an uncle and quite a few older cousins. There is a multitude of people willing to take the throne. They don’t need me. Everyone knows my part in the royal family is diplomatic.”

Louis watches him, still looking doubtful.

Harry brings Louis’ hands up, kissing the back of each other them gently before bringing them back down to his lap.

“Trust me, Louis. I have given this much thought. Marrying a commoner, in my situation, could even help our relationship with other countries that have abandoned Monarchy in favour of Republicanism. I have already spoken to my mother and sister, and they will argue in our favour. I really don’t think the King will deny courtship to us.”

Louis’ shoulders sag as he looks at Harry awestruck. A laugh escapes his mouth. “You really have made your case.”

“Have I convinced you?” Harry asks, holding back the smile threatening to spread across his face.

“You have. I would be honoured to be courted by you, Your Royal Highness.”

Harry finally lets himself feel the happiness flooding his veins, making his heartbeat pick up in sheer excitement and joy.

“Harry. With you, I’m always just Harry.”

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#uh I feel like I should apologize bc this both got out of control and didn't explore exactly what your prompt said lol #but it was fun to write!#thank you so much for indulging me <3 #royalty aus #essercipertuttienonperse

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femstyles · 4 years

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2019 was a big reading year for me. Somehow, I read over a million words- and that’s just counting my bookmarks. So here is a fic rec of my favorites, aka the ever-growing list of my bookmarks on AO3. I organized them by length to hopefully help! Thank you to all these amazing writers, and the countless other authors I read from as well! Fanfiction is such a wonderful aspect of fandom for me and I appreciate all of you! Please make sure to check ratings and tags before you read!

On the edge of the next nine years- @forreveries

“It just hit me,” Harry continued, putting down his phone so he could wring the nerves out of his fingers, shake them too, “This is actually happening.”

“Nine years in the making.”

“Nine years. Shit,” Harry repeated, as though it was the first time he was hearing this. As though they hadn’t been talking about this moment for the past year, hadn’t been planning it for just that long too, “What if-”

“Love,” Louis cut him off. There was no room for what ifs anymore. They’d been told their whole careers to be scared of those words, that if something went wrong - came out - it’d be the end of them.

And they’d had nine entire years to learn that those what ifs weren’t worth it.

In which Harry and Louis come out at the Met Gala.

Getting high in mine- @bottomlinsons

Getting home from a festival is miserable by any method, but a three-hour train ride is truly the bottom of the barrel.

This time, though, with the help of the cute guy sitting on the floor, it might not be so bad.

(meet-cute au)

What Goes Up- @londonfoginacup

Harry has always had a deep fear of anything space related. His boyfriend has always dreamed of becoming an astronaut.

The six month program at the space station means a very long distance relationship and a very nervous Harry back on earth.

Crash Landing- @kingsofeverything

Louis crashes weddings for the thrill of it. He gets dressed up, uses fake names, and makes up stories to go along with each new persona. Sometimes he’ll find someone on the guest list to spend the evening drinking and dancing with (among other things). No strings attached and he never sees them again. That is, until he meets a fellow wedding crasher.

deleted your number (so i can’t call you)- @sunflowrsix

Harry wakes up to a voicemail.

It’s Saturday morning and it’s raining, a barely there drizzle. He sees the notification as soon as he picks up his phone from the bedside table, bleary eyes making it hard to distinguish the words. He’s got a few instagram mentions, a couple unread texts, but what really stands out is the “Missed Call and Voicemail”.

From Louis.

Or the ten hours before Harry comes home to Louis, and the five hours after he does.

fallin’ all in you- @therosiestofdaggers

They were to marry in fourteen days.

An official link to the two kingdoms, a political move for the best, lists of pros being said while their sisters nodded, glancing between the two as they decided their brothers’ futures.

or Princes Louis and Harry pine and their sisters give them a needed nudge.

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while the rhythm of the rain keeps time- @eeveelou

He didn’t know what it meant about him that he stayed with Harry, shared a bed with him, loved him so much, when he knew what his lover could do. When he knew what happened when the anger twisted Harry up inside and made him rotten. Maybe the rotted parts were far enough away from Louis’s front door he didn’t mind anymore. It was all okay if Harry could come in through the back door and wash away the darkness in the mud room sink.

Dark AU

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Under the Moonlight- @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

Harry and Louis have been friends online for years. They’ve never met despite living only a few hours from one another. One fateful summer a silly little lie, a family vacation and an accidental meet up lead to a week of fake dating on Mallorca. All in all, a holiday Louis won’t easily forget.

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tonight’s not over (come over and stay)- @microlouis

Zayn doesn’t say anything for a moment, pausing and worrying at his bottom lip. Finally, he asks, “Have you heard that Cox guy is coming out with a new song?”

Louis freezes, fingers hovering over his keyboard where they had been typing his password.

“No, I hadn’t,” Louis says truthfully. “Where did you hear that?”

“Tell anyone this and I’ll kill you, but I’d consider myself a big fan,” Zayn says. His face doesn’t change in expression, completely serious as he admits this to Louis.

“Big fan? Like run a blog and everything?”

or, harry is a famous singer and louis is a student who just wants to write his novel

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We Made These Memories for Ourselves- supernope

Breath held, Harry squints his eyes open and focuses on the first stick. A blue line. Harry breathes out an unsteady breath. He’s pretty sure he read that one blue line is a negative, but he fishes the box from the bottom of the pile just to make sure.

“Negative,” he confirms, voice echoing around the small room. “Next.”

Now that he’s feeling a little less shaky, he scans the rest of the tests at once, is met with a headache-inducing mixture of pink plus signs and blue double lines. His heart rate picks up until it’s pounding triple-time in the base of his throat and the pit of his stomach, thundering in his ears and throbbing in his temples. He flips over the rest of the boxes slowly, but he knows what they’re going to say before he even looks.

[or, Louis is a footballer, Harry owns a bakery, and they’re having a baby.]

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Fiction Romance- Orphan_Account

Harry has a type.

He likes older, sophisticated, mature men. Well-educated men. Men with life experience and passion for arts and social causes. Men who are established in their careers, who’ve sorted their lives out.

Niall knows this.

And so Harry can’t understand why he’s sat here opposite Louis Tomlinson.

A punk Louis/uni Harry blind date AU.

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Paint me a Literature of Love- @xoxo-hl

Harry loves literature. It also just so happens he falls in love with a painter who is the perfect subject for prose and poetry.

Louis loves art, specifically acrylic. It seems perfectly fitting that he finds a man that inspires him to paint with all the colours in his supply.

Or - The 90’s au with art teacher Louis and literature teacher Harry.

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But Now Together, We’re Alone- @becomeawendybird

It’s a stroke of good luck when Harry Styles, a man who grew up on the small island of Martinique, is offered the position of tutor to the Dauphin and his sister.

When he arrives at the palace, he is dragged into a world of opulence, courtiers, whispers in the shadows, and illicit affairs. But he is also introduced to the king, the most intriguing man he’s ever met.

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written in the stars (that’s you and me)- @fackinglouis

Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D’you feel that?” he whispers.

To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches Harry’s lips part and wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?”

Written for the prompt: Louis is a funny and bratty psychic and Harry is set on proving he’s a scam.

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(Something’s Been) Hiding In My Heart- @lululawrence

“My eyes must be deceiving me,” Harry said in his slow drawl. His voice was deeper than Louis remembered. Maybe some things had changed after all.

“They aren’t deceiving you. I’m here because I need you to finally sign these papers,” Louis said before he dropped the stack of paper on the hood of the car and held out a pen to Harry. “Just do it, Harry. Get it over with and then I’ll be out of your life forever, alright?” Face blank of all emotion outside of a sneer Harry said, “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

“God,” Louis groaned. Harry just couldn’t let this be easy. His pride wouldn’t allow it. “You know, I never really understood that phrase, but no. I am not ‘shitting’ you. Just sign the damn papers.”

“Ya know, I don’t think I will,” Harry said before turning back to the front door.

When the screen door slammed behind him, Louis realized Harry didn’t have anything else to say.

Or a Sweet Home Alabama AU where Louis comes home to finally get his divorce from Harry finalized so he can move on with his life. Alderford holds its own set of challenges when he returns, but by facing his past maybe he can find the healing he so desperately needs.

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Come Along With Me- @jimmytfallon

“A little magic can take you a long way.” — Roald Dahl

Or An AU where Harry is a magician and Louis doesn’t believe in such a thing.

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A Perfect Reason- Chelsea Frew (chelseafrew)

During a visit to a charity he’d like to support, Prince Louis–next in line to the throne of the United Kingdom–meets Harry, the man of his dreams. Trouble is, Louis is not out, and the law says his heirs can only be born of a woman. Louis is determined not to let that stop his pursuit of Harry. His determination doubles when Harry accidentally becomes pregnant. He and Harry will have their little family–and change the monarchy while they’re at it.

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Fall At My Door- @kingsofeverything

A-list actor Harry Styles and award-winning musician Louis Tomlinson have an acquaintances-with-benefits relationship, so whenever their busy professional lives happen to land them in the same city, they meet up. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.

And that’s all it is. Until it isn’t.

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Have You Coming Back Again- @crazyupsetter

It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.

Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.

He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis. 31k Leave Your Mark On Me- @kingsofeverything

When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

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the act of making noise- @suspendrs “Oh,” Harry frowns, waving him off. “No, I could never. I respect myself too much to sing for a living.”

It feels like a slap across the face, but Louis does his best not to stiffen, blinking once and then frowning. “What?”

“Those people are always so miserable, you know?” Harry says, hopping down off his stool and straightening his sweater. “There’s so much pressure on them, and they have to work so hard to keep up appearances, I can’t even imagine how difficult that is. I can’t even stand to listen to pop music today, let alone watch TV or read the magazines. It makes me so sad, thinking that those people, you know, the ones who actually went into it with heart, they only ever just wanted to make music and instead they got turned into things on leashes being paraded around to make money for other people,” he says. “Anyway, you can have the stool.”

Or, Louis’s famous, Harry has no idea who he is, and they get snowed in together at a ski lodge in Vermont.

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Close to Nowhere- @angelichl

“I will kill you in your sleep,” Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans.

“I don’t think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time.” “I’ll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don’t call me that.”

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

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Take It To The Limit- @taggiecb

Louis Tomlinson enjoys the simple life. He has his house, his family, and his friends all in the tiny town of Petty Harbour, Newfoundland. When he isn’t spending the winters plowing out the residents and keeping Liam and Niall company at Payne’s pub, he’s out on the open water doing the one thing that he loves the most, fishing.

Harry Styles is a traveler. He lands in the tiny town to try to find himself. What he finds instead is a beautiful blue eyed man who seems to have everything figured out.

But even a brick house can be damaged by a storm if it’s big enough. Can Louis’ perfect life and their relationship survive the tumult that’s coming?

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Show Me Life Like I’ve Never Seen- @all-these-larrythings

Louis never expected to leave the small art studio three blocks down from his job with anything besides the painting he caught a glimpse of and simply couldn’t forget.

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Counterbalance- @louandhazaf

Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class.

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That’s What I’m Here For- @taggiecb

Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

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thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in- @absoloutenonsense Harry’s alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam’s latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis’ financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

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We are timeless- @star-henderson

“These are the ones I was telling you about.” Niall leant into Harry’s ear. “Write all their own stuff. Lead singer is a natural.”

Harry nodded, tilting his head to listen to the sweet rasp of the singer’s voice. The song started off soft and lilting, giving Harry shivers, the back of his neck prickling as the song picked up tempo. He loved it, bopping his head and tapping his foot. Niall nudged him, smiling and Harry gave him the thumbs up. Harry watched them, he couldn’t quite see the singer because of a spotlight in his way, but as he moved a step, the light hit his face and Harry blinked. He gripped the chair arms and leaned forward. Was it him? Was it? His hair was longer, his face no longer soft and boyish, instead angular with heavyish scruff, but the eyes, that mouth, were still the same. A rush of adrenaline flooded his body, heat creeping up his spine. It had been over four and a half years since he’d last seen him. He slumped back into his chair. He’d never given up hope of finding Tommy. Never.

Or Louis and Harry meet as teenagers and have a sweet encounter in Ibiza. Years later they meet up again…

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Don’t Want Shelter- @kingsofeverything

Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…

When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families’ old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.

During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

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Consequences- @allwaswell16

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

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Here In The Afterglow- @fondleeds

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

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Face Your Fears- @sadaveniren

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

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Satellite- @suspendrs

“It’s been three years since I’ve had a proper hot meal,” Louis says finally. “I have no idea where my family is, or if any of them are even still alive. The only reason I’ve been able to keep myself alive for as long as I have is because I keep to myself, stay guarded, stay hidden. It’s the only way I know how to live,” he says.

Harry wants to cry, but he tries to put on a brave face when Louis finally meets his eyes. “You’re safe here. You don’t have to be so guarded around me,” Harry says quietly, earnestly.

“That’s very sweet of you,” Louis says, putting his fork down. “But yes I do. Especially around you.”

Or, Harry finds out that someone’s been living in his house without him knowing, but instead of kicking him out, he falls in love with him. 100k

Heading for Limbo- @kingsofeverything

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

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Lightning Strikes Twice- @dinosaursmate

Louis slipped his hand onto Harry’s thigh, snaking his fingers up and inwards. “I’m a big fan. You’re so talented, and I have to admit that I actually fancy you a bit.”

“Yeah?” Harry reached up to push Louis’ fringe out of his eyes. “Well, you know, I like to try and be accommodating to my fans.”

“You’re quite well known for that,” Louis whispered as he turned his head some more, their mouths an inch apart. “So I hear.”

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Rock star Harry Styles was nineteen when he met Louis, a groupie with a huge heart that Harry couldn’t quite shake from his mind. Fate granted him a second chance at the age of sixty, his washed up and lonely existence being transformed by a widower with a bookshop.

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An Unbalanced Force- @kingsofeverything

Harry has the rest of his life planned. Marriage. Career. Kids. Happily ever after.

But sometimes plans don’t work out.

That’s not necessarily a bad thing.

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Tired Tired Sea- @mediawhorefics

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red hands- @dystopianharry

“I’ve never told anyone,” Harry murmurs, voice so soft no one else would be able to hear, if it wasn’t just the two of them.

“But you’ve told someone,” Louis says firmly. “And that’s not gonna fucking happen around here. You don’t speak a word of it, or someone’s going to kill you, and we can’t let that happen.”

a dystopian au in which harry, an ex-soldier who’s escaped from his government run camp, accidentally stumbles across the biggest rebel movement in the country, and louis, one of the rebellion’s mysterious leaders who appears to hate him, seems to simultaneously have an obsession with keeping him alive. or: harry is wanted for treason, niall hasn’t changed in four years, liam is always smiling, and louis is angry. like, really angry.

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 5 years

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Wed 29 May

Wow can you believe people wasted a whole half a day trading minor clues that Louis was with Harry in Italy only for Louis to blow us all out of the water with his most public appearance in months (performances excluded), IN ITALY? Yes guys gals and non binary pals that's right, our boy (well his team) hired the paps (as confirmed by the pap lol) to thoroughly document him swanning around the Italian Riviera doing some shopping and posing with Eleanor (and, oddly, her mother, presumably her actual vacation companion.) They knocked out a series of pictures in a couple locations in what looks to be a short window of time yesterday morning and then went back to being MIA but the blessing that is these pics of him looking absolutely adorable and oh so flamboyant mysteriously in more or less the same place as Harry yet again will last forever.

For those who prefer their Louis news items untainted by romantic speculation, I got you too! We saw not only his beautiful face today but also his beautiful heart, via sister Phoebe who posted a snippet of their text chats to show off having the best brother in the whole world, and who can blame her. He texts her, "I'm here to protect you as much as I can, we'll take this one day at a time." Also in the "every time you talk my heart expands to a thousand times its normal size" category is his sweet reply to an America's Got Talent promo vid but some are less moved than annoyed by that one on account of it appearing to be promo for the show. If that is the case I'm absolutely living for the way he literally trashes American TV in the tweet, calling it cheesy, like imagine telling Louis he had to tweet about the show and getting that. Louis: I did what you told me to, what? I would also be very entertained though if when asked he names various respectable cool sounding TV shows, as you do, but in actual fact he is watching singing competitions in his down time but I can't imagine that would be at all relaxing for him so option B is probably more like, I happened on this random video and found it moving, which is not far fetched.

As for the speculation that Louis was with Harry in Rome for the gucci event, there's no way of knowing. There's nothing to say he wasn't. But you have options! You may choose instead to believe the fan who says that Harry's driver answered some questions for her. Allegedly the driver said he took Harry's super wasted ass back to his hotel the morning after the party, that he was very sweet and polite, and that he was on the phone the whole drive, with a guy, talking about how nice everyone was and how happy he was and saying I love you I love you I love you the whole time. But if true and if Louis, they were not together at that time.

And what about our little trashed perfume salesman? The reviews are in and his gucci appearance was a smash! Article after article of praise. I was initially confused by how every news outlet was focusing so loudly on the "gender bending" aspects of his look, not because it isn't true but because like, why NOW? But then I saw that ol Memory of A Smell™️ (and indeed the entirety of this gucci season) is being marketed as "designed with gender fluidity in mind" and it made more sense. Anyway, more pics and video from the parties, and from a restaurant today (see him speak Italian to fans! see his lil face get smushed by hugs!)

Also today, a single sneaky pic from an unpublicized outing on Sunday to a football game at Wembley on surfaced. It shows Harry with James Corden and a person in a cap who is standing between them but obscured. Some have discussed that Louis' follow of a football writer on twitter coincided with this game; it was actually the previous day if that makes any difference to anyone. Odds of that person being Jeff are pretty good IMO but in any case it does seem that both Louis and Harry were back in London earlier in the week as had been speculated.

ANYWAY moving on I do have other boys to cover, have you attention hogs not heard? Typical Louis and Harry honestly.

Liam for example! I'm sorry to say this but even a cute video can't make Liam's #ad post for a credit card company more palatable to me although I will admit it does have some truly adorable moments. Like him doing some kind of weird but actually very impressive mime thing with his face! Honestly though why Liam?? It's not like you need the money, it's all so tacky! I don't get it. In Liam news I can better endorse, we saw adorable pics of his parents who came to see him at the O2 the other day, video of Liam bring silly in the studio, he updated his playlist, and he liked a tweet supporting a struggling celebrity's right to be left the hell alone.

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1dsongpreferencess · 4 years

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47: MIDNIGHT MEMORIES - ONE DIRECTION (REQUESTED)

HARRY

“Straight off the plane to a new hotel

Just touched down, you could never tell”

You knew going on tour with Harry was going to be crazy, but missing him that much when he was gone was way worse. Good thing you were able to do your work in any place in the world and that, at least make you feel stable and well this tour was only 3 months. At first, your parents weren’t that happy with your decision, even though they loved Harry and approved your relationship, but as weeks passed by and you talked to them almost every day and they saw how happy you looked, they started to feel different about it. The funny thing was that sometimes you wouldn’t even know for you where you were located for a few days and they would make fun of you but in a good way. You were having the time of your life, being able to sleep every night next to the love of your life, and waking up with him. Every day he would do something sweet for you like a nice breakfast in bed or a new place in the city to know because he knew the sacrifice you were making for him and he appreciated it, and that was love.

NIALL

“A big house party with a crowded kitchen

People talk (shh) but we don't listen”

Your friends couldn’t believe it when you told them you were dating Niall Horan, it was crazy knowing how much you loved him and his music when you were a teenager and now being with him was a lot to process but in a good way, because they were truly supportive. As you have been together for 3 months with Niall you decided it was time for him to meet them and that’s when you decided to take him to a party that your group was going. When you arrived, you presented him and all your friends were really nice to him and that made you happy. The sad thing you didn’t know that of course some people at the party were nice and the others not so much and you started seeing some girls making fun of you and making videos of Niall without his consent and well, that made you feel terrible because you wanted your boyfriend to have a good time and when he saw your expression he took you out of the house so you could talk. “Babe, that kind of thing is going to keep happening and that sucks and I wish we could not have to live it but that’s life. And you know what? It’ doesn’t matter, they can say, they can record and they can do anything they want but we won’t let it affect us. We’re better than that” he said as he grabbed you close and gave you a hug that for the first time in a while made you feel really secure. And at that moment, you realized you were going to be brave for your relationship because that boy was so worth it.

ZAYN

“Don't look back, baby, follow me

I don't know where I'm going but I'm finding my way”

One of the things about Zayn that you loved the most was how brave he was. Even since you started dating and you realized how vulnerable he would be and how in love he was with her music you knew he was special and being able to have a serious relationship with him it has been a great journey to learn about so many things like love and hard work that you felt really lucky and really believed and trusted him. And remembering this made you realize that you were making the right choice by leaving your hometown and moving in with him. Of course, you were scared, and he knew it but he was there making you feel secure and that meant the world to you. He helped you find a job, he organized future trips for you to see your family again and that was amazing, knowing how much he cared about you and how serious your relationship was going. It was new for him too, and of course, you knew he was a little bit scared too but knowing that you were going to be together made him feel stronger and that was how leaving your only known home with him felt so right.

LOUIS

“You and me and all our friends

I don't care how much we spend

Baby, this is what the night is for”

You loved your boyfriend and your mutual friends, you weren’t a big group only 6 people but you were always having a great time together. It was a great idea having this trip to Las Vegas and for the past 2 days, you’ve been drinking and dancing and fooling around. You woke up hangover next to Louis and as you saw him peacefully sleeping you decided to not make any noise and go take a shower. You took your time and when you went outside to the bedroom you saw a beautiful breakfast served and your boyfriend waiting for you, you couldn’t help but smile. “Good morning my love” he said as he saw you. “Good morning to you too, my amazing boyfriend who ordered us breakfast” you sat next to him and you both ate a lot, you were talking about your amazing trip and silly stuff until he makes a really serious face. “Love, I’ve been sure about a few things in my life, about how much I love my family, about my music but most importantly about who I want to spend the rest of my life with and that person is you. These 3 years together have been enough for me to realize that you’re my other half and I’ve been having this crazy idea about asking you to marry me here because I know you love spontaneous things as much as me and I would love to get married here with you” He said while he grabbed a beautiful ring on his hand. Your eyes were full of tears, happy tears because this proposal was perfect. “I would love to marry you, Louis. Here, any place. Now, today, tomorrow. You’re the love of my life, I love youuuu” you sad while kissing him. And that’s how that night you were getting married in a beautiful chapel with your closest friends being present.

LIAM

“I know nothing's making sense

For tonight let's just pretend

I don't wanna stop so give me more”

Liam was your best friend, you’ve been friends for more than 5 years almost since you moved to London. And you were inseparable when he was in town almost every time except when some of you had a relationship and that’s why you were so excited about him coming home next week because it was the first time in a long time that you were both single and that only meant you could really have quality time. You were that excited to see him that you decided to surprise him at the airport. He looked serious, mostly because of paparazzi but when he saw you his expression changed completely, he had a big smile and ran to hug you. You went to his car and you decided to have a sleepover but the ones you had always ended up in getting really drunk. You went to your place and put pajamas. As drinks started to get some effect you started noticing he was coming really close to you and you were ok with it but of course you were scared you loved him very much and nothing compared to that kind of friendship so you decided to slowly back off. “y/n, I can’t help it I know it’s weird but knowing you’re single and being single makes impossible to control how I feel about you.” He said. And you would like to say you were surprised but to be honest you both knew that you were attracted to each other but never acted because of your past partners. “I just don’t want to thing get weird between us, Li” you said feeling shy. “I know this is crazy but let’s give it a try” he replied as he slowly kissed you. YOU FELT SO MANY BUTTERFLIES IN YOUR BELLY, IT WAS CRAZY. You ended up sleeping together and you fell sleep worried about tomorrow. When you woke up the next day he wasn’t next to you and you felt a terrible pain in your chest, you were about to cry when you saw him coming in with two big coffees from Starbucks and you smiled. He got closer and kissed you on the lips and boom, you felt the butterflies all over again. Maybe this wasn’t a crazy idea at all.

#1d #1d preferences #1d preffs #one direction #onedirection #imagine one direction #one direction preferences #Harry Styles #louis tommo #louis tomlinson #Niall Horan #Niall #niall 1d #zayn #Zayn Malik #harry #Liam Panye #liam payne

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amintyworld · 4 years

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The Last Visit

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Characters: Marinette/Ladybug, Adrien/Chat Noir, Emma Agreste, Louis Agreste, Hugo Agreste, Daniel Agreste, Juliette Agreste, Nicky Agreste.

TW: Implied Major Character Deaths, Dying, Sickness. (Let me know if I missed any!)

Marinette breathed slowly as she lay on the bed, looking out the windows with a smile. The pure autumn breeze swept through her greying locks, and she closed her eyes for a moment. "Beautiful day, isn't it Adrien?"

The room was silent. "Yeah, I thought so you silly kitty." The wind whipped the older woman's hair back and forth.

"You know Hugo's a fighter now, on the front lines? He sends me letters everyday, to make sure I'd never worry. You know how I worry, cat."

She paused. "Louis took up the bakery - hopeless romantic, that boy. Clumsy, too." Marinette laughed. "Emma's settled down, got married a few months after we got the letter. I… I know you wanted to be there."

The older woman took a breath.

"It's funny, you know. You left so quickly, yet I know you're still here. I guess you kept your promise, kitty." She swallowed. "I'm sorry that you've waited so long for me. But, I'll get to see you soon, you know. The doctors can only do so much about age." A tear slipped down her cheek.

She wiped it away with her finger slowly as the hospital doors opened, and she shifted in her bed to better sit in it. A nurse gave her a small smile. "Visitors, Ms. Agreste."

A small child ran up, jumping on Marinette, throwing their small arms around her neck. "Grandma!"

"Nicky!" An older woman, with long golden hair and blue eyes scolded the little tyke. "Grandma Marinette can get hurt easier than we do. Be careful."

An older dark-skinned teen with black hair and green eyes entered quietly, hands inside her jean pockets awkwardly, staring toward the floor. After the girl filed in a dirty blond haired boy with an earbud in, texting on his phone. He looked up and smiled at his little brother as he awkwardly tried to hug carefully.

"Sorry we're a bit late, Mom."

"No worries at all, Emma. I know you're very busy these days." Marinette said, smiling warmly at her daughter, and helping the smaller toddler down from the hospital bed. "Goodness, you're getting so big!" She said to Nicky, making the toddler smile, a few of his teeth missing.

"Momma says that I'm getting so big, that I need new clothes soon!" The tyke said, smiling once more to his grandmother.

"Oh really?!" Marinette said, giving the toddler a warm smile. "Hey, you know what? I think that there's some ice cream in the kitchens. Why don't you guys go grab some and leave me and your Mom to chat for a bit. My treat."

"No, Mom, it's okay. You don't have to-"

"I insist." Marinette said.

The older brother, Daniel, took the twenty dollars from his grandmother and gave a smile. Marinette smiled. "Tell Melissa I sent you, alright?" She put a hand to the side of her mouth as she whispered. "You'll get hot fudge."

Nicky's eyes were wide, chanting as he left the room, his brother guiding him out with a chuckle, their sister tagging quickly behind. "Hot fudge, hot fudge, hot fudge, hot fudge!"

Once out of earshot, Emma let out a happy sigh. "You're really good at spoiling them."

"What can I say, it's a talent." Marinette laughed. "How's Hugo and Louis?"

"I haven't gotten any messages from Hugo in a few weeks, and Louis…" They both sighed in unison, saying the next part together: "...still in love with that barista."

Emma's face turned serious. "Sorry Elliot couldn't come today, he's just so busy…" She trailed off. "Mom, remember how you and Dad met? How, Dad was in love with Ladybug, and you were in love with Adrien?"

"Yes, of course." Marinette said, looking at her daughter's focused face.

"How did you know?"

"What?" Marinette asked.

"How did you know you were in love with Dad?" Emma asked.

Marinette breathed, thinking. "Well… there was something about… about the way he was. When we wore those masks, we were us, truly us. I always knew that your father would be there." She paused. "Even after I'd rejected him over and over, he was still the same. He was my partner, and he was also my friend." She reached up to touch her earrings. There was no need anymore - but she still wore them, just because she felt as if she took them off, she'd be losing a part of herself.

"Even if I hated him, even if the world was falling before us, even if I had caused it - he wouldn't leave my side. After the reveal, everything just locked into place. He had always loved me, even when I didn't love him back." She smiled. "I realized that if I didn't have that, if I didn't have him - I wouldn't know what to do."

She sighed. "I would… I wouldn't be able to carry on without him."

Emma looked to her mother, smiling. "Like, he was a part of you, and if you took that part away, you'd never be the same again."

"Yes." Marinette said. "Is… is this about Elliot?"

"No…"

"Emma Elizabeth Argeste." Marinette said sternly.

"He's just been in the office a lot lately, and I've just missed him. It's… it's nothing."

Marinette smiled fondly, cupping her daughter's cheek in her hand. "Honey, if you miss him, if you feel like that part of you is missing - that's love." Marinette breathed in a bit deeply and coughed for a while, in a coughing fit that rattled her body.

"You alright, Mom?" Emma said, clearly concerned.

"I'm fine." She said. "Just old."

"You know what Dad said about going off to fight - how he was fighting to make sure that you got to live to see so many amazing things, to watch me, Louis, and Hugo grow." Emma said.

"Seems everything he wanted came true." Marinette smiled. "Did you bring the miracle box like I asked?"

The faded ladybug spotted oval container was plopped on her hospital bed table. She opened the top flap and took out the two familiar boxes. "There's something coming, Emma. People are going to need Ladybug and Chat Noir again."

"What?" Emma said. "But… But how? And more importantly, who?"

"I have some ideas." Marinette said. "Tikki!"

The red and black kwami rushed out of Marinette's purse quickly. "Tikki, I… It's time."

"What? Marinette, no!" Tikki said. "You… you can't!"

"You need to go to your new miraculous holder." Marinette said. "A new Hawkmoth could emerge at any moment, and we need to be ready."

"Marinette!" Tikki said, crying, flying to her master's side. "You were the best Ladybug I ever had."

Marinette smiled. "You were the best kwami I ever had. Promise to help the kid?"

"Of course." Tikki said.

"Look out for the doofus. He's…he's a bit of a mess, and, after changing schools - he needs a friend." Marinette said, Tikki's small head pressed against hers as she reached for her earrings. "Goodbye, Tikki."

"Goodbye, Marinette."

Marinette quickly took off the earrings as Tikki vanished into the box. She slowly set the earrings inside, closing the lid.

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"I won't be a good guardian, Mom! Please, pick someone, anyone else!" Emma cried.

"You will be a great guardian, Emma." Marinette said, holding her daughter's hand in her own. "Someone needs to look out for them, hm? I could think of no one better. They'll get over their heads - keep them safe, and keep them in line."

"But… but-"

Marinette only smiled at her daughter. "You've got a pure heart and a good head on your shoulders. If Hawkmoth could be defeated once, he'll be defeated again. Find someone for the cat miraculous - good of heart, and kind - a sense of humor of course!" Marinette laughed.

It seemed ages ago when she and Chat had finally recovered the miraculous, only to find it missing within a few days. It was a great tragedy, but Adrien had assured her they would get it back - all it took was to wait for the villain to appear again.

"I know that you can do this, Emma." Marinette said, cupping her daughter's cheek with a smile. "You are the best parts of your father and I - we're so proud of you. I'm sorry you have to work to fix my mistake, but I don't have much time left. I love you, and I believe in you." Marinette smiled, coughing for a bit before continuing, her voice extremely hoarse.

Marinette's smile was replaced with a stern look. "Now, go give that villian exactly what they deserve, okay? A nice smack to the side of the head would do nicely to knock some sense into those brains of theirs." Marinette said, making Emma giggle and smile.

"I promise, Mom."

"I love you, Emma."

"I… I love you too, Mom."

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As the visit was ending, Marinette was walking the family to their car when she fell on purpose, knocking into Daniel as he caught her and she quickly slipped the earrings into his bag. She had to admit, it was a bit of deja vu for her as she remembered Fu doing the same thing to her not too long ago.

"Oof, I'm so sorry, must just be my hip." Marinette said. Her grandson gave her a smile.

"Be careful, Grandma." Daniel called. "We don't want you to take a spill. You should go rest up that hip though."

"Will do, Danny." Marinette smiled. She couldn't help but see so much of herself in her grandson - the determination, nervousness, awkwardness, the hidden confidence behind his eyes.

As everyone was in the car and driving away, Marinette said a silent goodbyes to Plagg and Tikki. Emma had tucked the miracle box under some cloth and crochet yarn determined to keep her promise to her Mom.

That was the last time anyone had seen Marinette before she had passed away a few days later, still staring out the window, smiling. Her thoughts were only to Adrien, and she could swear she saw a bright light with Chat Noir holding his hand out, with the biggest smile.

"My lady, you're finally here-"

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