#Louis is a sweet boy with manners

[sunshineandlyrics]

🛣️🚶🏻‍♂️Brazil / Mexico

[bunnys-kisses]

welcome to the bunny's bakery!

how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

the servers are from the following: formula one, call of duty, baldur's gate 3, haikyuu, one piece, jujustu kaisen, detective comics (dc), marvel comics (but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!)

i do also accept polyam relationships! (pairing + reader), up to about four people! just to make it manageable on my end!

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mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

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Ding - Round 2

Read Ding here | ~6.2 k words

WARNING/spoiler there's a scummy guy in this part that tries to be forceful with our MC to go with him back to his place when she doesn't want to. Nothing will happen and nothing will be described in detail but be kind to your mind and heart ♥, trauma, anxiety, pining, and fluff.

From me: I actually know VERY little about boxing and even less about throwing a punch. I do however feel I'm well-versed in sprinkles so do with that what you will. Some parts of this got a little away from me again. I hope you like it 💕

Summary: Harry and Cupcake are both really busy and haven't seen each other in two months. But when Cupcake gets into trouble, she has no choice but to run into Harry.

Harry learned to fight when he was ten years old. He didn’t have his dad around much to teach him. Mum and Gemma may as well have been pacifists and as such, they weren’t much help when it came to defending himself. Harry watched his little girl friends get teased by boys. The same boys that told him he was weird for liking girls when they had cooties. Even if he didn’t (always) like them like that and was just merely defending them. Mum and Gemma may have been pacifists, but they taught Harry to be a respectful young boy. Especially toward girls.

One too many mouthfuls of sand at recess was enough to make him finally do something about it. He was angry. Angry because the girls didn’t like him because he was a boy (although they tolerated him since he was protecting them). Angry none of the boys in his class wanted to be friends with him because he was being nice to girls filled with cooties. Angry that he didn’t have a dad to teach him how to be a boy’s boy.

For a ten-year-old, he was really angry.

Mum took him to a gym—an introductory class to kickboxing. Just to get some of his anger out in an appropriate manner (and so he wouldn’t be sent to the principal’s office during recess again). Harry took a liking to the punching bag. He cried the first time he used it with the help of an older kid who was helping him learn to punch the right way. The poor teen watching him get so frustrated that his punches and kicks weren’t landing right—even though it was his very first time throwing a punch—saw something in him. Alerted his boss, encouraged Harry, worked with Harry every time he came in. He was a great mentor and even though he left only a couple years after meeting Harry to go to university and all that, Harry was forever grateful.

His first amateur match was at fifteen. Then there were only ten rounds at most, and he won by a landslide in five. By then he met Louis—someone who saw the same thing that teen kid saw in him and offered to be his manager. It wasn’t anything serious at the time. Harry was still in school and only using his time after school to get better at boxing. Louis was only a few years ahead but knew enough to help him be great.

By the time he turned eighteen, he had won three state-titles and people were watching him. At least in a way that those who cared about boxing did. Throughout university he trained and got better and won more and more.

Now Harry was twenty-five. He had to be nearing at least a hundred thousand punches since he was ten—eitherthrowing them at someone or at least in training against the punching bag he loved so much. Maybe more. He couldn’t even begin to think or count how he would figure out that number. Harry’s whole life was training, working, and fighting.

The only joys he had outside of boxing were his car and the sweet little niece that Gemma had kindly brought into his life—but that was only a recent change.

Only one other very recent change had left him a bit tongue-tied and flustered. Harry didn’t get flustered. Not since he was ten and knew he could beat the crap out of someone. There was no ringing bell to prepare him to make eye contact with a complete stranger and just feel like he had never ever felt before.

Was it love? Who could say, really. Harry had never loved anyone in his life that wasn’t his family or his friends. It made his stomach flutter like the first time he fought in a ring for something other than a trophy. A mere two hundred dollars on the line, all to get punched a whole bunch of times. Now he was still getting punched a few times over for a decent amount of money, but the thought of that pretty girl and her sprinkles made him unbelievably excited. Knowing she was there really made him feel different.

He knew next to nothing about her, but he was certain he was going to fall for her given half a chance. Even if she gave him a half a chance—a quarter!—he would do everything he could to have her in his life. If anyone else had damaged his car, he might have lost his shit, but there was something about her kind face, her doe-eyed expression in the rainy lamplight that made him rethink his entire life in the span of twenty seconds.

But whatever it was that he felt for her, he knew it started with her ringside. Beside his best friend waiting for the end of the fight that never seemed to end.

Normally, Harry’s matches finished in an average of nine rounds. But he was seated in the corner, sipping water like a hamster from the bottle, while Louis put Vaseline on his face where the cut on his eyebrow split between the tenth and the eleventh. “How you doing?”

“Is she impressed?” He asked.

“Who?”

“Cupcake. She’s sitting next t’Niall,” he was breathing heavy. Good as he was, it took a lot of energy to punch someone for a half hour as it was.

“Who?” Louis repeated, then thought better of it. He shook his head in frustration. “Can you focus on what you’re doing, Harold?!”

Louis didn’t get it. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. To be fair, she was probably the reason it was taking longer than normal. Not that he minded. As long as she was impressed by the end, of course. Harry was on his feet, shadowboxing briefly with Louis, that boyish smile on his face. “What the fuck is your issue?” Louis hissed at him. “You’re acting like a lunatic!”

It seemed like a cliché to say he was in love, so he refrained from doing so. He felt it spared Louis further frustration as well. Cupcake, Cupcake, Cupcake. It was the only thing his brain could think. Fortunately, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the next round and knocked a bit of the sense back in his head that had floated away from him on the thoughts of the pretty girl nearby.

His opponent was just as tired (although Harry believed his opponent was more so) as himself. He could see the exhaustion setting in as he held his gloves up near his face blocking a few jabs Harry threw to get the excitement of the new round going. He was waiting, searching, nearly taunting for a window of opportunity. Right as his opponent swung aiming for his face, Harry dodged his punch; smirking as he did. A blinding weak spot, his guard was down for only a fraction of a second but that was all Harry needed.

Poor guy didn’t stand a chance.

Ding.

*

Harry looked like he was going to fall asleep sitting there in the bakery kitchen. He was a bit cut up; his eyebrow, the corner of his mouth, and his cheekbone had little cuts. Soothed with Vaseline, but it didn’t seem to bother him. His eyes were droopy. “Is Niall still around to drive you home?” She asked.

He shook his head. “I can drive,” he murmured.

He wasn’t really looking at her, but her look and tone screamed skeptical. “You look too tired to drive.”

“Mm,” he hummed. She was busy bustling back and forth through the kitchen. Cupcakes were in the oven. She only made a dozen, but Harry didn’t seem to notice it was a small amount. He was sitting at the big table in the middle of the kitchen. A seat dragged in from the office. She had her laptop open in her office running the report she needed while Harry held his head propped in one hand. She busied herself with prepping dough for scones and pastries while Harry tried not to loll off to sleep. She smirked at him.

“I could call you an Uber if you wanted,” she offered. “You don’t need to stay with me.”

His eyes were hardly open. “I’ll get a second wind in a minute,” he yawned. “S’jus’ the adrenaline wearing off,” he explained.

“Does that hurt?” She asked gesturing to the cuts on his (otherwise really perfect) face.

He shook his head. “Stings a little.”

“Will you be sore tomorrow?”

“A little. Stiff really... Why y’want t’give me a massage, kitten?” He smiled flirtatiously. Maybe she should have felt uncomfortable, alone with a man she only just met. But honestly, she thought Niall might be her new best friend and if Niall could vouch for Harry, then she wasn’t all that worried about him. Regardless of him knocking out his opponent with one punch. Truthfully, it was nice of her to walk her to the bakery. It was later than she expected and while the town they lived in was pretty safe, the college safety tips of never walking alone flooded her mind each time she did walk alone. She blushed at his forward assumption, but fortunately she was prepping something and stuffing it in the fridge, so he didn’t get to see. Plus, his exhaustion probably made him even flirtier.

“Thanks for being m’good luck charm, Cupcake,” he murmured sleepily.

“I didn’t know you didn’t need one.”

“Can never have too much luck.”

She smiled, continuing her prepping quietly. Harry watched her for a while. Eventually, his arm dropped to the table, and he rested his head on it. After another moment, a soft snore escaped his lips, and she smiled a little brighter. Only for herself, really, since Harry was asleep. She continued working. She was used to late nights. Maybe he really was going to get a second wind—honestly, she couldn’t imagine boxing and punching someone for almost forty-five minutes with only one-minute breaks in between rounds. Sometimes while she was baking, she would try to do other tasks while the timer counted down to take the treats out of the oven. It always surprised her how long and how short a minute could feel in the same breath.

But while she worked, she was mindful to not make too many loud noises. Harry needed sleep it seemed. She prepped for nearly an hour while waiting for the cupcakes to cool long enough to scoop out the middle and fed the sugary raspberry filling into the empty space. Frosting a dozen cupcakes took all but ten minutes then she packaged them in two half-dozen plastic containers with A Pinch of Sprinkles label taping it shut. Gently, she put her hand on his upper arm, and she really shouldn’t have been so surprised by how taut his bicep was beneath her hand, but she was. He was unbelievably strong, and she was in slight awe and shock of touching him—and he wasn’t even flexing. But rather than be creepy, she gave him a gentle shake. “Hey, Harry... Uh...it’s late. I’m gonna get going,” her voice was soft.

Harry startled almost jumping out of his seat and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. “Sorry, sorry. Wow,” he turned his neck to the left and then right. “M’sorry I dozed off there.”

She shrugged. “Probably needed it,” she assured him with a gentle smile. She pushed the dozen cupcakes forward, across the table. “For you.”

He blinked then looked up at her. “Did you make these for—”

“Well, yes, I made them. You were unbelievably kind to me even though I dented Clay. Plus, you won so it’s like a job well done, you know?”

“You made me cupcakes,” he repeated, his gaze unmoving from her face.

“We really need to work out this whole repeating what the other one says thing,” she felt her cheeks warm as he stared at her, but she smiled, only feeling slightly awkward.

He turned his attention to the two plastic boxes and tilted his head at them. They were identical. His fascination with her precision was immense. “What kind are they?”

“The raspberry filled ones. You said you liked them.”

His gaze went right back to her, and he felt hungry, but not for cupcakes.

Well, at least not the baked good kind of cupcake.

“Thank you, Cupcake. That was sweet of you. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

Her smile seemed to transcend to a feeling of relief. “Not even a little...um... I just have to grab a couple things. Would you... mind walking me to my car? Unless you need to leave right now. I know it’s crazy late. I’ll be okay. I walk to my car on my own usually but it’s always a little creepy. But I feel bad I made you—”

“’Course m’gonna walk you t’your car,” he rolled his eyes. “Besides I don’t want you t’ding Clay again,” he winked to ensure she knew he was kidding. Because yes, he loved his car.

But rapidly, when it came to her, the car didn’t matter in the slightest.

*

She hadn’t seen Harry in two months.

It wasn’t like she was avoiding him. Part of her knew he was a mere social media friend request away. In fact, she was trying her hardest to not stare at the pictures of him on social media, the PR plug for his matches, and all the things that she saw Niall, Louis, and all his other friends shared. But she didn’t want to come off too forward. It seemed weird to be so into a man she only talked to for no longer than ten minutes total.

Besides...she had her routines. Work, family, and more work.

Also, if Harry was really infatuated with her the way Niall alluded to, he knew where her bakery was—he easily could come and find her here. But she did notice there was a tag to her shop on Instagram with raspberry filled cupcakes in the picture. (All it would take is for her to press the Follow button and wait.) While she didn’t know Harry all that well, she assumed he was probably just as busy. Her brief cyber-stalking showed that Harry was often at the gym—although she wasn’t sure which one. He was also an amazing uncle. That much was clear. It warmed her heart, and she would never want to tear Harry away from that kind of time. Family was extremely important to her. She wholeheartedly understood how much his free time was probably monopolized by the little baby.

But it was so strange that she didn’t know him yet there was some part of her that wanted to see him. It was bizarre. She never got all up and arms about a guy. There was work and there was her family. That was it. That was all she could afford to balance. She didn’t need a guy to mess with her routines or upset the balance of her life.

However, every time she walked alone to her car at night now, she wished that Harry was with her to assure her safety—even though she had done it hundreds of times before. The night they met, he walked her in silence, opened her door and made sure she was safely tucked inside. “Good night, Cupcake,” he smiled almost dreamily.

“Good night, Harry. Congratulations,” she responded with a smile too.

Harry’s smile grew and he looked away briefly before patted the top of her car and turned to Clay, put his cupcakes on the passenger seat and moved to the driver’s side. He gave her a wave and pulled out of his parking spot.

It was two months ago.

But after just one month, it was hard to deny she didn’t miss him.

That had to mean something. Just one brief night—not even a date. Most of that night was spent with Harry in the ring or asleep at her kitchen table. Hell, she got to know Niall more that night. But it was Harry’s smile that plagued her thought—crooked and perfect. The way his eyes glittered as he convinced her to follow him with a picture of his niece.

“Are you baking something in here or burning in here?” Maeve asked.

Maeve was her best employee—her right hand nearly every day. More importantly, her best friend. Shaking her head of the thoughts surrounding Harry, she sighed and turned to the oven where her fudge brownies were surely overdone. “Shit,” she whispered.

“I don’t think you’ve ever burned anything. Are you okay?” Maeve asked gently. It was a loaded question. It took a lot of time to dig the answer out of her friend, but Maeve did. She knew asking if she was okay was probably the wrong thing to say.

But if it was, she didn’t mind. Of course she didn’t. Her very best friend was sweeter than all the treats in the display case. “Just a little distracted,” she mumbled grabbing the tray and setting it in the sink to cool off (and hopefully so she didn’t have to scrape the bottom of the tray later).

“Harry on your brain?” Maeve giggled.

She rolled her eyes but felt the way her cheeks warmed at Maeve’s (correct) assumption. Maeve was shocked to learn that her strong-willed friend was convinced by a stranger to go see a boxing match. She couldn’t believe it. Granted, once she saw the picture of Harry, she couldn’t disagree. I think I would let him punch me in the face if he wanted to.

She decided keeping Maeve as far away from Harry as possible was probably necessary.

Rarely did she and Maeve work together. As her best employee and best friend, it was like asking her to hold her child when Maeve was on shift. There was no one she trusted more. So, when Maeve wasn’t there, she often was and vice versa. But every so often, usually at the shift change, Maeve got to see her best friend in her element. “Well, the good news is, you can go think of him at home,” she winked at her.

She didn’t even look at her. “You’re disgusting,” she deadpanned.

Maeve snorted. “That’s not even what I was insinuating. Your mind went directly to the gutter. Good for you. I bet he thinks about you while he’s doing it too.”

“Jesus Christ,” she was blushing brightly now. “I just want to fix the display case and then I’ll go.”

“Any fun plans for tonight?”

She hesitated briefly. “Uh yeah...actually. I have a date,” she mumbled.

“Oh!” It was silent for a long beat. Rarely did she go on dates. There were only a few since she moved into town three years ago. Mostly because the bakery took up so much of her free time. The remaining bit of time she had and didn’t go on dates was because of the guilt she felt. Maeve’s surprise was palpable. It made her cheeks turn pink and she bit the inside of her cheek. “Good,” Maeve smiled encouragingly. “Online?” She asked.

She nodded. “We’ve been messaging back and forth for like...” she shrugged. “Two weeks.”

“Are you excited?”

No. “Yes,” she sighed softly. “Been a while,” she smirked. There was a huge part of her brain that told her she didn’t want to go because it wasn’t Harry. It was like a neon sign had been posted in her frontal lobe reminding her that it was pointless to even consider this date. She should have just requested to follow Harry and be done with it—he would probably drop everything if she asked him on a date. “Just...nervous.”

“It’ll be good!” Maeve said reassuringly. “Share your location with me and text me when you get to where you’re sleeping,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“I will be sleeping at home,” she promised snorting through her laugh at her best friend.

Maeve smiled heading to the front and leaving her to finish with her burned brownies.

*

The front of the bakery was dark in color; she was aiming for warmth. The floors and baseboards were dark walnut brown. It contrasted sharply with the wall she wall-papered by hand with a white and brown marble pattern behind the display cases. It made the black chalkboard menus with the same walnut brown frames stand out. The lights were always set to dim when they were on. Her goal was to recreate the feeling of her childhood home—particularly the den where her father set up the most beautiful Christmases. The bakery lacked a fireplace (she joked with Maeve that it was an oven or a fireplace, and the oven did a better job at cooking croissants evenly).

The front of the bakery wasn’t massive. There were five little tables to sit and enjoy their treats if people wanted but it was really a grab and go kind of place. The back had more treats stored so the main room didn’t look overwhelming. The front display cases still contained more treats than anyone could think of eating. I wish I could buy one of everything was heard frequently from the line. Eventually she wanted to invest in coffee but for the time being she liked just her treats and was happy to recommend the coffee place down the road. If she ever got a hold of more space, then she would consider buying all the machines for coffee.

The bakery was honestly warmest when it was rainy. Which was frequent. She was reorganizing the main cupcake display, a tower of three tiers with one of each type of cupcake she made. The raspberry filled cupcake was the one that had been on top for the last two months. Each time it was bought, she replaced it with another. While people raved about her brownies, cakes, and even the croissants, it was the cupcakes that people came for; and so, she took care of the display as much as possible.

“Which one do you recommend?” She turned to the voice and saw a mom and little girl waiting patiently. She smiled fondly.

“Raspberry filled,” she pulled it from the top tier and handed it over. “Try it,” she offered.

“Oh, we don’t want to get you in trouble,” the mom said quickly while her daughter grabbed for it almost immediately.

She laughed. “Don’t worry, I know the owner,” she promised. “Maeve! I’m leaving!” She called but was delighted by the little girl’s approval. Silence, cake and filling on her cheeks immediately, and a delightful look in her eye.

“Have fun!” She called back.

“Enjoy the cupcakes. I also like the lemon vanilla ones.”

“I think raspberry filled is the winner,” the mom smiled.

She nodded, unable to keep herself from grinning back. “A fan favorite.”

*

She should have stayed home. The bad weather should have been an omen. But maybe it wouldn’t have been because she met Harry in bad weather, and everything was fine that night. It soured her mood and made her feel infinitely worse to think about the comparison.

I’m home. Not a great date. I’ll tell you later. She wished she had gone to Maeve’s. Maybe she would have doted on her. But she didn’t want to fall apart the way she planned on in front of her.

:( sorry babe. Sleep tight. Talk to you tomorrow :(

She locked her apartment door and checked at least fifty times that it was truly locked before she moved to her bathroom. Her heart was still in her throat and her eyes felt raw with tears. Maybe she was overreacting.

No.

The rational part of her brain reasoned against her handwaving casualness. She had good instincts. Obviously. If this same situation happened with Harry, then maybe she would have considered it her own poor judgment. It was more reason that someone as terrifying as Harry could have be sweet as her cupcakes that it was her good judgment that helped her get out of there tonight.

She hurried to get out of her clothes. Part of her considered throwing them away. She didn’t want them any longer. She wasn’t sure she would ever wear them again. She turned the shower on as hot as she could stand it and pushed it a little further.

He didn’t hurt her physically. He tried. It was obvious his intent was to force her into the car... or worse. Which was disgusting in its own right. Until that moment in the dark, rainy parking lot, it was almost identical to her moment with Harry. But it wasn’t. Harry didn’t make her feel unsafe. Harry didn’t make her feel threatened. Harry gave her an out even though he wanted to hang out with her. She knew she could leave at any moment and Harry wouldn’t have blamed her.

She rubbed her arm so hard with her loofa in the shower stream it burned for a new reason. Tears blurred her vision and she felt so stupid. So completely idiotic. How could she let it get that far? That was so dangerous. So close she could have been hurt in so many ways that she didn’t want to think about, ever again. She closed her eyes and let the water wash the night away, feeling completely alone and dreadful.

She never wanted to date again.

*

She finished her shower, sniffles plaguing her, and she got into her comfiest pajamas. Her heart was still beating too fast as she crawled under the covers. She felt so ashamed. It felt like her fault. All of it.

There was a tiny rattling in her brain that Harry could have prevented it all. She should have just requested Harry on social media when she met him. If she had, she would have had his number by then. He would have helped her for sure.

Without thinking, she scrolled on her apps, and clicked on the various follow buttons. Every platform she could think of to request his social media friendship—looking like a lunatic be damned. Almost everything had a phone call button now, she could use it as backup if she needed. For good measure she requested Niall too. It was nearing midnight, and she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was scared. Nervous. Heartbroken.

Yet, within moments, Harry returned the request along with a direct message in her inbox.

Thinking of me at midnight, hmm?  😉

She snorted despite her uneasiness. One sentence and she melted. But she couldn’t let him know that. 🙄 it was nice while it lasted. Just going to unfollow you...

Aw, c’mon Cupcake 🙁

Oh alright... No, not really... just can’t sleep. Popped up on my people you may know while scrolling. It wasn’t a complete lie, and she was glad she wasn’t having a phone call. He would have heard her sniffles and then she wasn’t sure she would have been able to stop herself from inviting a total stranger over. Right now, she didn’t trust her judgment fully.

Been dying to press that Follow button, Cupcake. Didn’t want to come on too strong after that first night.

She couldn’t help but smile. The contrast between the night she met Harry, and her present night made her sad but relieved at the same time. I see you enjoyed the cupcakes.

Louis made me run laps for two hours because of you. I ate all twelve in less than 72 hours. Do you put drugs in those? They’re addicting.

Lol, no drugs. Well... sugar. So, pick your poison I guess, right? 😇

Well, thank you, Cupcake. That was delicious. I hope you liked the match too. We didn’t get to talk much. I know I fell asleep 🤦‍♂️ I was really happy you were there.

Her heart felt so warm already. Despite how much she didn’t want it to. Thank you for inviting me. Because she was nothing if not polite. It was really exciting! I don’t know much about boxing. But it’s obvious you’re very good—not that you need me to tell you that. Were you really going to make me look like an idiot and not tell me you were undefeated?

You’ll make me blush, Cupcake. Didn’t think you’d come with me if you knew.

Sneaky... 👀

Just... wanted you there, kitten. I promise. Nothing more... I know I came off a little too strong and I know I was a little...pushy. I would have let you go to your store if you really wanted to... But...

The three dots on his message disappeared and reappeared a few times over.It was cute to imagine him holding his phone thinking about what to type, erasing it, typing it again.

I can’t explain it, Cupcake. I’ve been going CRAZY these last two months. Niall’s calling me a stalker and I haven’t even SEEN you. The sentiment doesn’t give her any bad feelings. Because despite how much she wanted to be guarded, especially after her evening, she couldn’t help but believe him. Trust him, implicitly.

I swear something in the universe pulled me to you... I woke up just in time to see you blowing up my phone tonight 😍😍

She snorted and felt her body warm with his kindness, his gentle adoration through her phone no less. You’re insane, Harry Styles.

About you 😍

Oh my God... Now she really was blushing, but she couldn’t help but notice she felt so much better chatting with him. Well... we can talk tomorrow if you want.

Oh?

I’m assuming you’re tired and I’ve already hogged more than enough of your time at midnight, as you pointed out.

Oh, no.

No way, Cupcake. I’ll stay up all night to talk with you ❤

Her heart felt so heavy. It was unfair. How could she be so stupid? Her dad would have killed her for being so naïve. It was his worst fear while she was growing up. It was everything he always talked her through when she was going through puberty and telling her about boys teasing her. Her dad reminded her constantly that a man has no right to make her feel scared or fragile.

But she could feel his grip on her arm trying to coerce her back into his car. She shook her head of the thoughts, refusing to let him poison any more of her time than he had. She was talking to Harry. She was okay. It was alright. It didn’t happen. She got in an Uber, and she’ll never see him again.

Harry was talking to her. Harry made her feel safe. Harry didn’t make her stomach unsettled with a bad gut feeling. Here’s my phone number if you want it.

Within moments, she had a new text message alert. This is better than an undefeated record 😍

*

The following morning, she felt less terrible about herself and her stupidity, but she never wanted to feel that way again. She was also so tired from texting with Harry for hours. It was nearly three in the morning catching up on all the things he did in the past two months before she wished him a good night. There wasn’t much to report about their lives. They both seemed to be workaholics, but he did offer her some really cute baby pictures of his niece (and a pretty cute picture of Niall falling asleep on Harry’s couch after an intense workout).

While she sipped her coffee—staving off the sleepiness, she Googled self-defense classes. Her dad would have approved. He wanted her to do it back when she was in college, but she refused for whatever reason. She regretted that too.

It was telling that she debated whether she was overreacting for several minutes. If she was overreacting, she would have brushed off the idea of self-defense classes like she did in college. But this wasn’t something to overreact about, right? Before she could overthink it any longer, she paid for the class. Honestly, in that parking lot she was smart to do this. Worst case scenario, for one reason or another, it was the smart decision.

She cycled through the next stage of grief feeling angry and bitter that he made her feel this way. She was incredibly lucky it was raining and slippery and she managed to get away from him in the chilly spring air. He left her so rattled. She was defenseless, so a class was needed.

God, she missed her dad.

Fuck, she missed Harry.

She never wanted to feel that helpless again.

With the class paid for, she put an apron around her waist and headed to the front of A Pinch of Sprinkles and turned the closed sign to open.

*

The following Monday, after a full day of flour, sugar, and plenty of customers, she headed to the gym.

It felt awkward. She hadn’t been to a gym since her college days, and she was already frustrated from her horrific night out. She and Maeve told each other they would go together but they were terrible influences on one another and opted for shopping trips with the promise they would pretend their shopping bags were dumbbells.

When she arrived, she headed to the front desk and introduced herself. She even admitted she felt awkward and the woman behind the desk smiled encouragingly. “I’m Sarah. Let me show you around,” she came from behind the desk and headed toward the side room. “It’s safe here,” she assured her, like she knew. The assurance made her throat tight with emotion and she nodded stoically. “This is the locker room; you can change in here and you can leave your stuff locked up or in the front cubbies and I can watch it. Whatever makes you more comfortable,” she smiled kindly and glanced her up and down briefly. “Do you own that bakery downtown?”

She smiled and nodded, looking at the flour handprint on the thigh of her pants. “Thought I got all the flour off,” she brushed at it with a chuckle. “Yes, I do.”

“My husband is going to think I met a celebrity today,” she laughed. “We love your blueberry scones. They taste like heaven.”

“Aw, thank you so much, that’s so kind. I’ll bring some next time,” she promised.

“Oh stop, I’ll divorce him,” she laughed and headed back for the front desk.

She quickly changed, feeling safe and relieved once more. She brought her belongings to the front and sat in one of the seats across from Sarah’s desk. “Kickboxing is just wrapping up and your instructors will be right over,” there was a group of several other women milling about. Obviously, they at least knew how to be in a gym by themselves. A few came as a small group. Maybe she should have brought Maeve.

While waiting, she scrolled through emails from her landlord, her college alma mater group, and all the coupons she had ever subscribed to. “I have got to unsubscribe,” she murmured to herself. She scrolled through photos of the beautiful little area she lived in now, and as sad as it was to get here, it was nice. Her shop was nice. Despite how scared she was over the weekend, things were good.

The only thing that wasn’t nice was that stupid, awful man.

“Holy shit, he’s hot,” she heard someone whisper. It was peripheral. She didn’t even register it really because she was sending Maeve a picture of the sale that was happening at their favorite clothing store on Thursday. If she paid attention, she might have noticed sooner.

“Ladies, self-defense class, this way please!” The voice was familiar, but she couldn’t place it. Maeve sent about ten heart eyes to her, and she smiled, stuffed her phone in her bag, and waved to Sarah.

“Blueberry scones,” she repeated with a firm nod and followed the line of women. She sipped from her water taking in the banners around the gym and realized too late why Louis’ voice sounded so familiar.

He stood at the front of the room, along with another familiar face.

“Oh shit,” she whispered to herself and turned immediately back toward the desk.

She bumped into another woman who steadied her and kindly looked her over. “Sorry—are you alright?” she was nearly motherly in her demeanor and her head felt woozy. She couldn’t do this. Harry would know.

Why was Harry attending her self-defense class?

“Yes, yes, sorry,” she shook her head. “Wrong—”

“Hey,” Harry’s voice was right there. She stepped out of the room trying to get more air to her lungs and head.He wasn’t attending. He was teaching. This was his gym. The boxing rings in the main room should have been a clue. The sound of Louis’ voice. Oh, you stupid idiot, her brain scolded.

“Cupcake?” Her head responded to the nickname instinctively. Harry’s suspicious green eyes gazed back at her. “What are you doing here?”

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stressed out. (18+)

pairing : chamber x gn!reader

notes : established relationship, sub!chamber, m receiving, pet names for chamber (good boy, princess), anal fingering, a bit of fluff at the end

“Who’s my good princess, hm?” you whispered to his ear, your fingers continuously playing with his hard nipples.

“M-me… I’m your… good princess…”

You quietly entered Chamber’s office, the soft click of the door closing behind you barely registering in the atmosphere of intense concentration.

“Hey, mind if I hang out here? I’m bored as hell.”

He hummed in response, “Oh, mon amour. Sure.”

Your beloved boyfriend was hunched over his cluttered desk, lost in the world of his recent weaponry project, a maze of papers filled with numerous designs, weapon prototype diagrams and scribbled notes. He ran a hand through his tousled hair in frustration, dressed in white formal shirt in a dishevelled manner with his sleeves rolled up.

You sighed, “You gotta relax a bit, Vin…”.

He turned around briefly, giving you a tired smile.

“Mon ange, you know I’m not going to give up now–”

“Didn’t say you have to give up.” you replied, immediately cutting him off. You walked up to him with your arms crossed, keeping your eyes on him. “You just have to take a break.”

You sighed, knowing how stubborn Chamber could be when he’s immersed in his work. You decided to try a different approach. As you walked behind his chair, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Chamber didn’t budge, but he appreciated the affection you gave him.

“Sweetheart…” he said, his soft voice filled with exhaustion and gratitude.

“Come on, relax…” you whispered to his ear, your warm breath tickling his neck. “I’m here now, with you…”

Chamber leaned back into your touch, his eyes closing briefly. A subtle shiver ran down his spine as he felt you plant gentle kisses on the nape of his neck, He sighed deeply, his resistance slowly melting away.

It was rare for him to let his guard down like this, but your presence will always have a calming effect on him. You continued leaving a trail of soft kisses on the nape of his neck, slowly reaching his ears to nibble on them.

“A-ah…! Slow down, chérie…”

“Shh… Let me take care of you…” you murmured on his skin, affectionately nibbling his earlobe. He whimpered, his shaking hands clinging onto his desk. He could feel warmth slowly coming all over his body.

Your hands started to roam all over his front, as your lips continued to leave soft kisses on his exposed skin.

Chamber tried to keep your hands from going further, but his grip weakened as soon as he felt your teeth sinked into that sweet spot on his neck. A chuckle could be heard from you as he moaned your name, tilting his head as if asking for more from you.

“Your voice is so cute, baby… I wanna hear more…”

“Y/N, no, I have work— A-ah~!”

He tried to resist, but failed. The way you nibbled on the newly-formed hickey on his skin, and the way your warm breath trickled around his neck. It was too much for him.

Taking advantage of his weakened state, your hand started reaching for his crotch, palming the obvious growing bulge in his pants.

Chamber craned his neck as he looked up to you, his pleading eyes, filled with tears begging for mercy.

“Oh, baby… I just wanna make you feel good…” you whispered with a smirk on your face, while slowly unzipping his Louis Vuitton slacks. As if he understood your silent movements, he stood up from his seat, with his hands clinging onto his desk to support his weakened-self.

Your hand wandered through his underwear, searching for your grand prize. Chamber whimpered, your soft touches made him more needy.

It made him crave for more.

He slowly grinded his ass on your hips, trying to mend to his growing lust. You chuckled at his actions, not surprised that you have such power to bring the French man to his knees.

“Somebody’s eager…”

He inhaled sharply, squirming as he felt your fingers stroking his hard dick.

Chamber turned around and lunged forward to you for a kiss, stealing your breath away.

He pulled away, keeping his needy eyes on you. “I need you… Y/N…”

“Then, be a good boy for me.”

Chamber couldn’t stop moaning your name, the sounds of your fingers going inside out his gaping hole filled the room. He was sprawled out on his office couch, with his dick twitching, dripping pre-cum all over his tummy.

“Ngh… a-ah ~”

He wanted to cum so bad. Before he could stroke himself, your hand caught his.

“Nuh-uh, baby…” Chamber looked up at you with puppy dog eyes, silently pleading for mercy to you.

“P-please… I feel like… c-cum— A-ah!”

It’s unusual to see a rather well-dressed yet smuggy man like Chamber to look so… submissive and… breedable.

You leaned towards him, planting a soft kiss on his forehead as you caressed his tousled hair.

“All you have to do is relax and stay pretty for me, okay?” you whispered, which made Chamber more flustered in the process. You didn’t receive a response from him, as he tried to muffle his moans caused by your digits touching his soft walls

You took his hands away, wanting to hear that sweet yet pornographic voice of his.

“Let it all out, baby, let everyone know who you belong to.”

He let out grunts and whimpers as you hit a sweet spot in his anus, with his walls clenching around your fingers.

Ropes of cum spurted on Chamber’s tummy and chest, his face turning red in embarrassment.

You cooed at him, chuckling at his adorable dazed face. “Aw, look at you. Being such a good princess for me…”

Chamber arched his back when he felt your hands started to jerk him off again, whining with his head thrown back.

He had lost himself at this point. All in his brain was just Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. All he wanted to do was to make you proud, to receive praises from you.

And to be Y/N’s good princess.

“Nngh… Cum… Can I cum… Pwease— A-ah!”

The pleasure he felt, it felt so good it drove him crazy… and dumb. The way you took care of his needs, your enchanting kisses and your soft touches he always enjoyed…

Chamber felt loved. By you.

“Wanna cum, baby? Hm?”

He nodded in a pathetic way, not taking his puppy dog eyes away from you. He continued to let out cute little gasps. You couldn’t help but wanting to grant his wishes, too enamoured with his adorable pleading eyes. He’s too pretty for his own good sometimes.

No, most of the time.

All he could do was babble mindlessly and repeat the word “Cum” all over and over, unable to mumble coherent words with your hands pumping his dick and touching his abused hole.

Every whimper and whine he let out just let you know how absolutely needy he is.

“Tell me who’s my good boy. Tell me… who’s my good princess.”

Chamber bit his own lips, the pleasure was too much for him. He wrapped his arms around you, his nails digging your clothed back.

“Mffggh….”

“Use your words, baby…” He softly moaned as your warm breath tickled his neck covered with hickeys.

“M-me… I’m your… good princess…”

Chamber let out a choked gasp, tears welled up in his eyes when you started to stroke his dick faster. Your fingers specifically hit the sweet spot you found earlier in his anus, putting more pressure to set him on the edge. His spreaded legs quivering from the pleasure you were giving him.

After a moment, he let out a loud moan as he hit another orgasm, throwing his head back. Ropes of cum shoot out of his dick, which made the mess on his tummy and chest worse. He tightened his embrace around you, overstimulation flowing through his body.

You leaned onto him, quickly engulfing him in your arms as you noticed his teary-eyed face. He nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck, your warmth was all he needed at the moment.

“Oh, my sweet angel… I’m so proud of you. You did so good for me.” you said, your caresses on his hair and your soft kisses on his tears-covered cheeks providing his much needed comfort.

Chamber’s heart softened from the praises you gave him, butterflies forming in his stomach.

He made you proud, he proved himself that he’s indeed, your good princess.

As you tried to pull away from his embrace, he prevented you from doing so.

“Don’t go…” he said, nuzzling his face further onto you.

You planted a soft kiss on his forehead. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his clinginess. “I’m not going anywhere, I need to clean you up. Give me 10 seconds, okay?”

Chamber pouted, but loosened his arms around you anyway.

You smirked, resisting the urge to kiss his pouting lips. “Oh, come on… Don’t pout at me. Or no more cuddles for you.”

He widened his eyes from your threat, which earned a laugh from you.

A knock could be heard from Chamber’s office.

“Yeah, come in.”

That voice doesn’t sound like Chamber’s, Brimstone and Viper thought. Both of them glanced at each other in confusion, but decided to enter the office anyway.

“Oh, it’s you guys. What’s the matter?” you greeted them with a small smile, while collecting cluttered documents on Chamber’s desk.

The sight of Chamber peacefully sleeping on the couch with a blanket draped over him surprised the two Valorant commanders. Brimstone cleared his throat, as an attempt to break the awkward silence. “Well, uh… We want to discuss the gun modifications—”

“You can ask him tomorrow.”

Brimstone raised his eyebrows, surprised with your immediate cut off to the conversation.

“We need the documents—”

“Tomorrow. Chamber is done for today.” you said with stern voice, as you glanced at his sleeping form on the couch.

Can you guys leave him alone for once, you thought.

Viper placed a hand on Brim’s shoulder, giving him a hint to leave the both of you for now. They left the office, oblivious to the smell of sex surrounding the room.

You walked up to Chamber, then kneeled beside him. You planted soft kisses on his eyelids, your eyes filled with adoration as you took in his beautiful face.

“I’m not done with you yet, my sweet Vincent. Tonight will be fun.”

(A/N): look at my in the eye and tell me chamber is a princess. yeah? CHAMBER IS A PRINCESS ! YEAH !!!

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Chapter 1 > Chapter 2 || ao3

Armand -> :,|

Summary: Armand recollects a snippet from the interview which seized his unbeating heart. Even in his death, Louis loves him. He roams the close library of his mind endlessly, only seeing him. But how Armand gets a place in this line of hallucinations?

Contents: Louis X Dream Lestat and Louis/Armand

angst, hurt and tiny comfort, NO comfort, emotional hurt, romantic feelings, heartbroken Armand, sad Armand, dreamstat, implied sexual content, blood and injury, switching between past and present, not beta read

a/n: I haven’t watched the 5th episode so no spoilers pls TvT It’s completely self-indulgent. I love my unhinged boi Armand, he is such an interesting character. The idea came to my mind when I started watching s2. He is always on his iPad so what if he started pouring the thoughts that are too much to bare at times? Also, just wanted to try out this switching format and writing for Loustat 😌

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~ English isn’t my first language ~

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Recollection number [??] of the Vampire Armand. Based on Louis’ words from the interview with the human journalist Daniel Molloy. 

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“Let’s go to Paris.” 

“No.” 

Louis heard Lestat’s voice ringing hars in the air, a long time ago in Chicago. There was something strange in the tone and his demeanor as he sat in front of the piano, making it sing. There was a sudden stillness that lasted for a second, than it was gone. He couldn’t quite place the peculiar manner with which Lestat ordered this word, but he couldn’t remember many things properly anymore. 

“We should go to Rome. There is this opera…” 

The normal rhythm of his voice filled the room again, as he started to lecture about a magnificent piece, however his tone was lost in time. 

‘This stood out of my memory, because now I remember it was rather strange that he didn’t even want to visit the country. But I partially soon found out why.’

Now, as Louis opened his eyes, he saw that darkness befall on the beating city. 

Paris. 

It was buzzing with life, with the promise of a fresh beginning, ideas and a quiet existence. 

Louis silently rolled the name on his tongue, as he was heading back to his and Claudia’s shared apartment. The streets flowed between the meat of the buildings, carrying the cells of people, circulating them around. The River dripped between the city, like main arteries, quietly but unstoppably delivering newer and newer air each passing hour, from distant places. 

‘ I like this park, you know.’ - he heard Lestat’s sweet accent beside him. His appearance was spotless as always. He wore a dark, brownish suit with a matching green tie and his clear blue eyes as jewels. They were standing before a bench, under the light of a street lamp - ‘ It's so romantic, isn’t it my love?’ - he smiled sweetly and adored at Louis. 

“Yeah, it’s a nice park.” 

There were a few couples passing by from time to time before them, just to disappear in the warm shadows again. It was such an idyllic moment, that Louis wanted to keep it forever, lock it inside a frame, so he could look back later on. As the click from his camera died away, he looked up again just to find himself alone under the lonely light of the lamp. 

…

He tiredly laid down in his coffin, as the first signs of the warm sun appeared behind the old houses. His body was exhausted by the excitement of discovering a living place again, so similar to Chicago. 

While his form was giddy with the labyrints of pictures he was making, his soul roamed the closed library of his mind endlessly. In his dreams he always saw memories that he cherished close to his dead heart. He traveled back to the Roaring Twenties in Chicago during almost every sleep. These were the happiest of his life, and he desperately clingd to them, like a suffocating man clings to a cliff in water. 

‘I didn’t like go to sleep because the dreams about him, which were frequent, turned into disturbing nightmares.’ 

He saw the three of them behind his closed eyes. Him, Claudia and Lestat. They were in a richly decorated and lit room based on the trend at the time. It was bright and filled with laughter. It was before the time Lestat and Claudia despised and irritated each other, Claudia still pure and innocent, viewing the world through a child-like wonder, before the pain and sorrows that soon came. 

She was dancing with the blond man, ‘Uncle Les, Uncle Les, lift me again!’, and he did, pulling their daughter far in the air and twirling them around. ‘Daddy Lou, look how high I am! I’m flying!” Daddy Lou, Uncle Les. Where is our little family now?

Lestat was shining. His blue irises twinkled, white teeth appeared between perfect lips, his face lit with glee and his laugh filled the whole ballroom it seemed. His laugh is beautiful. When was the last time I heard him laugh like that? ‘What are you, a wallflower mon cher? Join us’ - Louis heard the romantic melody of his voice, but he was unable to move. He was utterly and completely mesmerized by the scene. ‘Mon cher! What are you doing? You’re so gloomy, you’re ruining the mood.’ - Lestat left Claudia between the sea of dancing feet and now was walking towards Louis. Even in dreams, he still had that unlimited and unrestrained power around him. He pulled you in, catching your attention and never letting it go. He placed his long legs gracefully before the other as he walked, his shoulders elegantly flowed like a cat’s and his head turned slightly in a petty way. He towered in front of him, placing a perfectly manicured hand on his hip, while his lips curled into a flirtatious smirk. ‘How do I look now that I’m dead Louis? Apart from perfect of course. Look at me my love. Look what you did to me.’ - the music died down, suddenly or not Louis couldn’t tell, they were in their house after the King’s night. Blood squirted from Lesta’s neck all of the sudden, flowing from a deep cut that appeared under his Adam’s apple. It flowed and flowed and flowed and looked like it will never stop. The red ocean covered the white shirt that he now wore, spreading more and more further down the chest. ‘Aren’t I pretty Louis? You painted me with red.’ - he was still standing in front of him staring, his big, bright eyes unmoving. ‘I’m going to cut your beautiful head from your neck.’ If you were alive, you'd have done it already. 

‘Oh mon cher. I’m waiting for you to be happy. And now wake up.’

“Wake up! Louis, finally!” - Claudia’s rushed voice pulled him back into the present. The streets wore their dark capes over their backs, wearing the shiny light of lamps of the city as pearls. She was wearing an elegant dark dress, her red eyes highlighted, pushing them into the position of jewels. 

‘She was so excited. Who would blame her tho? The ceremony was near. I haven’t seen such joy on her face for a long time.’ 

“Louis!”

“Sorry, what?” 

“Are ya coming to the theater too or not?”

“Nah, but have fun.”

After the death of the sounds of Claudia’s shoes, silence settled on Louis once again. He stood up and longingly walked towards the windows. He came to a halt in the shadows, casted by his dried up photographs, lost in a feeling which was familiar to him. It wasn’t exactly sadness or anger. It was frustrating yet sweet like honey, and depression but still welcomed. It flooded over the body and mind, cutting the heart in half. 

Louis was yearning. Yearning for the family he once had, both biological and created, for the daughter before who died with her first love, for the times in Chicago, the living city, his business, love filled nights and dates, the laughter and dance, an era long dead and forgotten, and Lestat.

Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat!

‘Everything always comes back to him isn’t it?’ 

“Mon Cher, why the long face? It’s a beautiful night.” - oh, that sugary accent that he longed for, remembering times when it was addressed close to his ears. 

Louis blinked in the dim light coming from the streets, and saw him standing next to himself. Lestat was as beautiful as always, still an unearthly beauty shone through his ocean eyes. His soft hair casually fell on his shoulders, framing his open face. 

“You are not real.” - Louis whispered in a weak voice so low, that it was difficult for even himself to hear. 

“I’m as real as you want me to be.” - he turned his head slightly to the side, while his lips curled upwards, landing an adoring expression to the eyes. In the dark he glowed brightly, gleaming at Louis. 

‘How could I fight against this all-so-consuming power, while I was already weak from the years of craving? You must understand, even in the image of him in my mind, it was impossible to refuse his persuasive force. 

So? I assume you didn’t just stand there. 

No. I made the first move this time.’ 

Louis reframed the blonde’s face with his hands, pulling him with a deep rooted desire. 

He pulled Lestat’s face nose touchingly close, however he didn’t kiss him at first. He was admiring the face of his torturer, ruler and lover, in the same fashion as a painter admires the flowing shades of the falling sun. 

A heartbeat passed between them, then Louis’ lips started to devour Lestat’s hungrily. “I want you so much. Please be real”, his wet lips screamed the truth, his mind didn’t want to accept, silently. He kissed, and sucked the perfectly carved lips, hinting kisses and licking along the jaw and neck. 

Lestat did the same, while pulling him closer in a persue to become one both in body and mind. 

As they continued to dance to the same tune, their heartbeats followed their steps. 

‘All I could hear was a heartbeat mirroring my own. It’s something I haven’t experience again. The only thing mattered in that moment was him. His voice, his touch and his gaze. I felt devoured by being seen by him again, and — 

Have you ever considered to consult someone about these hallucinations? Someone like Armand, who you trusted at this point and has powers—

No! Why would— N-no, you don’t understand. These are—

Ah yes, because believing in seeing and touching the ex-husband / love of your life, who you killed is perfectly healthy. How could I forgot?’

They found themselves laying in each other’s arms in Louis’ coffin, the same way they did countless times in the past. The maker lay on his back, while his lover snuggled into the crook of his neck. 

“I miss you.” - whispered Louis softly as he started to fall asleep.

“I’ll always be in your heart mon cher. You just have to call and I’ll come. Anything for you..” 

Louis heard besides his ears, before his dreams completely pulled him in.

‘Even upon mentioning him, he filled my mind. 

What about Claudia and the theatre kids? 

What do you mean? 

She was your daughter-sister, created out of your own desperation. She was protecting you, being on your side for decades and loved you very much. And yet, kept choosing your abusive ex over her again and again.

It’s… I-I-I wouldn’t say that. 

No? And what about Armand? Confessing love to him, going in dates, fucking, doing all the loveydovy stuffs. Oh sorry! Just remembered. It doesn’t matter because they aren’t Him.’

~~~•~~~

Lestat this, Lestat that. Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Claudia, Lestat, Lestat. He is exciting, living the world, riding on pleasures, hunting for fun, always fashionable and perfect. 

Smiles. Laughs. Intrigues. Flirts. Plays. Sings. Dances. But most importantly, Lestat’s never boring. 

Armand stopped the recording of his own voice, adjusting the earphones in his ears. He came up with the idea of “digital journaling” when he got his hands on the first iPad years ago. He didn’t know what to journal about, living more than 500 years without documenting his own life, up until Louis and the interview. 

Everything’s been too frustrating. He is giving all of himself to Louis, placing all those walls in his mind so he can rest, serving him and helping with this whole madness of an interview. Yet, it doesn’t matter. He is not Lestat. 

He looked across the room, towards the therapy rocks and tree where Louis was sitting, staring upwards into the light. He was barefoot and dressed in his black jumper and sweatpants. He looked like the same handsome man, that he saw in the first night of the theatre in Paris. He couldn’t take off his eyes off him then, and can’t take off his eyes of him now. 

After travelling his gaze over Lous’ form again, he silently retreated into their bedroom and hit the record button in his voice notes app. His voice was pained and low, not above a whisper and still filled the room with sadness. 

“Why can’t no one see and love me? Why am I never enough?”

A single, crimson tear flowed down his olive skin and dropped onto the screen.

[hongtiddiez]

Top 5 BL boy smiles

aaaahhh this is such a good question!! i had to do some serious thinking and hunting

chen yi / nat chen 🌸

my number one fav smile, his fucking dimples, the way his whole face lights up, UGHGHGHGH

ai di / louis chiang 🌸

he does the absolute best snarky smile. i love a bitchy smile with daggers behind it and he pulls it off SO fucking well.

jang jaeyoung / park seoham 🌸

HE'S SO PRETTY. you know what would make him prettier? GIVE HIM HIS LIP RING BACK. the way his eyes smile is so fucking precious.

inspector m / great sapol 🌸

i'm so sad his smiles are so few and far between in manner of death because he has such a sweet smile. if smiles alone could be a green flag his would be neon green.

chef guy / poom phuripan 🌸 (and honestly guide kantapon too)

HIS SMILE. HIS SMIIIIILE. just beneath chen yi/nat chen for me with smiles. he's got these sad eyes but the most BRILLIANT SMILE LIKE THE SUN.

[empirearchives]

Louis-Étienne Saint-Denis’ description of Napoleon and Marie Walewska on Elba:

As the visitors arrived late we hurried to serve dinner. This being an informal occasion His Majesty himself carved the meats and poured the wines; he took great pleasure in serving the ladies himself; during the entire meal the Emperor was very gay, gracious and charmingly gallant. He was happy. Marchand and I attended to the service.

Madame Walewska must have been very beautiful in her youth. Though nearing thirty she was still lovely, though her otherwise flawless complexion was somewhat marred by a few tiny red veins. Apart from that her skin was milky white with a pink cast—evidence of good health. She had a very nice figure, a lovely mouth, fine eyes; her hair was very light chestnut or dark blonde; there was great sweetness about her; she seemed to me like an excellent person. It was obvious that the Emperor found her very attractive.

Her sister looked charming. She must have then been about eighteen or nineteen and radiantly fresh. She had regular features, but was not as tall as Madame Walewska. The young boy looked a bit pale and his features were very like the Emperor’s; he was rather serious for his age.

The Emperor saw the ladies to their quarters and returned to undress in his tent. It must be said that at Elba the Emperor was surrounded by people who were new in his service and did not know about discretion. What they saw they repeated. It is surprising that he, who had such a liking for secrecy, would have behaved in what seemed to me a rather incautious manner. Both evenings of Madame Walewska’s visit he came out of his tent wearing a dressing gown and went to her room where he stayed until daybreak. It was obvious to all what was going on... Even the most humble of his subjects would have been more skilful at conducting a secret love affair than the Emperor. I have often noticed that in matters of love humble people are much better at preserving appearances than the grand seigneurs.

[loelett]

Lestat Niki Louis Gabrielle Armand

Louis- my sweet cheese my good time boy... i joke about him because he's silly but he's just... so important to me. his constant melancholy and general pathetic demeanor is probably exactly what i would be like as a vampire tbh. he feels the most real and tangible to me, and also the most classic vampire. but he's not like the other GIRLSS!!!! i love how everyone is just so crazy about him, describes him in long poetic prose, and is just in a general agreement that he is the best ever. i will read the paragraphs where the others describe him over and over. meanwhile he is just this Guy with big wet eyes. i love that he is covered in dust. i love reading abt how he adjusts to the modern world but still kind of sticks to the time he was born in (aesthetically/in his mannerisms). i love that he does not try to get involved with vampire drama. he is quiet and thoughtful and nice :) BUT HE SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hate him

Armand- my relationship with armand and lestat is kind of weird, i feel like in some books i am more of a lestat fan but in others i am insane about armand way over lestat. armand is always staying at a constant place in my heart, meanwhile lestat kinda dances around that? he is a tentative 2nd ig? i love his ominous demeanor. he is both so in control yet so insecure. he's untrustworthy but he loves sincerely, and in the most vice-grip kinda way. his quiet manipulation and desperation for love feels like it's introduced very well in iwtv and fleshed out so amazingly in following books. he's pretty consistently written, which is just really satisfying and nice when almost no one else is UHHHHHHHHHHH

Gabrielle- i just really like her... idk i'm always so excited to read about her... i want to be her i want her gender

Lestat- sorry sorry i'm really weird about lestat GHJJ. i don't know if this is an unpopular opinion or not in the fandom but i do not love how he is characterized post iwtv. i understand ar's desire to turn him more likeable in order to be a main character, but i also think it could have been done better. i think he could have been developed slowly. i HATE. the fact that he's retconned into only killing criminals??? absolutely not. i started tvl extremely excited to see the development of the character from the first book and instead it kind of feels like an entirely different guy. i don't dislike every part obvs! i love how he flips the vampire trope on its head. i love everything he stands for. i love him. but i don't agree with the retconning even if it made the story more digestable or lestat more likeable. we were not supposed to like him in the first book, so why not give us a legitimate reason to like him in the 2nd book instead of saying "nah louis lied haha. love me." for this reason i'll always put louis' FACTUAL description of events over lestat's, whereas the parts like where he describes louis begging him to stay and all that actually do make sense. adding to the story instead of subtracting. anyway i do like him!!! i swear i love lestat. um but he kind of makes me mad.

Nicki- tbh i really need to reread tvl but i do remember loving him, i just can't remember enough of him to rank higher lmfao. i like his comparison to louis, and the fact that he kind of can't get over his jealousy for his own boyfriend. i like how his fall into madness was described, and how lestat basically loses all interest in him. also armand fucked up arc (still has not ended). thinking about him makes me sad (in a good way). top ten reasons to reread tvl

[laurathefangirl]

9/19/23 KingdomGrandAmericaTour in Atlanta

That day has been the happiest day of this year for me. It was my first concert since I left California in 2017. And after covid. AND the fact I got VVIP, was in the mosh pit and was third row from the stage was absolutely insane! I don’t know if I’ll ever get that close again.

All the KingMe *or Kingmaker* were so kind! I made 40 friendship bracelets and everyone loved them so much! I didn’t buy any merch for this tour. All the gifts you see were from KingMe that I met in line. They also had a really nice manners during the concert itself. No one was holding their signs or banners too high. They were keeping it below their chin and if they we’re recording, they also wouldn’t hold up their phones too high so it would block anyone and no pushing or shoving in the MoshPit at all, each person gave each other space. I was so impressed!

Louis noticed I made my outfit to match his, loved that I brought his album to sign, AND THE BOY KEPT STARING AT ME DURING THE CONCERT?! Then after when I was in line to get a Polaroid with Arthur, I keep looking over at Louis in his line, staring at me, winking and waving at me! Even blowing kisses! 🥰 Then when I finish with Arthur and go to get my photo with Louis, he starts flirting again! Saying he noticed my slogan banner the whole concert, how I was cheering for him and even confirmed he was staring at me. 😳 he said “you are beautiful and I appreciate you.” While touching my shoulder. I almost cried.

Ivan was cute too. When I went to get my album signed, Ivan said he loved my hair color and style. “You’re so cute!” And I almost melted 😭

When we did the high touch and got our group photo, I asked Arthur to make a heart with me and he said sure!

Kingdom are such talented and sweet boys. They deserve the world. I’ll never forget that night 👑

If you want to see my fancams they are on my Instagram and Tik Tok (IG: laurathefangirl) (Tik Tik: laurathefangirl01)

[hekateinhell]

Your response to my ask and recaping the Louis/Lestat/Armand lovecapades also got me thinking: like this reduction of their dynamic happens with BC too. Like, ppl making pissing contests out of “who loves Louis more” when he’s presumed dead/meanwhile Anne’s making a statement on how grief effects everyone differently: Lestat retreats into himself, Armand projects furiously outward. IDK I’M IN MY FEELS NOW OVER MY BOYS IGNORE ME.

Lovecapades askjsdhjsk

I feel called out because I have made the "Will Louis de Pointe du Lac's real husband please stand up?" joke in relation to that scene but for discourse purposes, I agree 100%.

In TVL, Lestat's response to finding out his mother is dying is to pretty much disassociate. He absolutely does retreat into himself and (post-IWTV) act the part of the class clown to distract himself and everyone else from the fact that he is Not Okay.

Armand, in comparison, is used to having those he loves violently torn away from him. He was kidnapped and separated from his parents, he was taken from Marius (his entire world) and saw him burn when he was barely a year old fledging. His reaction to losing someone he loves in such an abrupt manner is very childlike and visceral for a reason.

And I think it's so sweet how even in his completely numb state, Lestat's still thinking, "Where's my poor desperate Armand?" And Armand then lays into him because once again, Armand has been let down by someone who was supposed to be in control and now Something Terrible Happened.

[writerchickmarie]

John Lloyd Young In St. Louis - Making Memories, Set To Music

“In memory, everything seems to happen to music.” 

This line, spoken by Tom Wingfield in The Glass Menagerie, fits with John Lloyd Young’s shows at Blue Strawberry for a couple of reasons. JLY portrayed Tom in The Glass Menagerie at Alabama Shakespeare Festival a few years ago...and this character is based on his author, Tennessee Williams.  As JLY explained during his performances, Mr. Williams set the story where he grew up in St. Louis, and he lived in the Central West End - the very neighborhood where Blue Strawberry is located. So everything came full circle for JLY and all of us who were blessed to see him make the role of Tom his own in Montgomery, Alabama. (And as a writer myself, it gave me chills...in a good way.) It was meant to be for him to perform here.

The other reason? Because as we listen live to JLY’s music and experience the magic in person in the present and appreciate the moment, at the conclusion of the weekend it becomes a memory...and JLY always creates special memories for all of us, which are absolutely set to music.  Both old and new friends and fans alike have some wonderful moments and memories to treasure, set in the perfect location.

Each evening began with Tommy Faragher at the piano, starting off the memory making process with his instrumental version of “What’d I Say”. Then JLY came out and sang “Oh What A Night”, involving all of us in the fun from the first moment.  

Audience participation was important throughout the evening in a variety of ways. He encouraged us to sing along (while testing the male audience members’ falsetto skills), clap along, and get up on our feet. And he also worked his way around the room to get up close and personal with as many people as he could - proving that there was not a bad seat in the house, from any angle.

JLY performed some favorites from his My Turn album - “In The Still Of The Night” and “Unchained Melody”, which always sound fresh and new every time.  For the newest members of the audience, the songs were completely fresh and new, and we could tell by the reactions around us that they were blown away. They were also just as thrilled as we were when JLY came around for “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me” - and had many of us follow the directions in the song, creating fun memories for everyone involved.

At one point in the set, JLY took a short break while Tommy Faragher rocked the club with “Bring It On Home”...showing his talents and one of the many reasons that he and JLY have been working together for ten years. May there be many more to come!

JLY also performed a stunningly beautiful “Only The Lonely”, which always makes me think how amazing he would be portraying Roy Orbison in a biopic.  He also took our breath away with “Ooh Baby Baby”, and shared sweet stories about that song, Smokey Robinson, and the trip to Cuba as part of the US Arts Delegation. 

He told some intriguing stories about filming the Jersey Boys movie and working with Clint Eastwood on set, including a couple of new ones.  And of course he performed our favorites from the show along with the stories - “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”, “Walk Like A Man”, “My Eyes Adored You”, and “My Mother’s Eyes”.  It’s always fun to watch him get right into character as he sings, complete with the “Frankie” mannerisms we all recognize from the movie...the mark of a true actor.

Another thrilling moment was experiencing the magic in Italian as JLY performed “Parla Piu Piano (theme from The Godfather)”.  This one continues to become more powerful every time he sings it, and was a special treat for the new audience members as well.

Each evening’s show concluded with JLY coming around the room to all of us with “Cara Mia”, then us on our feet clapping and singing along for “Working My Way Back To You” and “Sherry”.  Those experiencing a JLY show for the first time said afterward how incredible it was and how happy they were to be there...and you could tell that they are storing away those musical memories for many years to come.

Each evening we also got to participate in a meet and greet with JLY and Tommy, and were able to make even more memories with photos and great conversations.  Both gentlemen are always so wonderful and gracious, and they are both very much appreciated.

JLY mentioned on stage that he would love to come back to Blue Strawberry with his Mostly Soul set - which would be perfect for this venue.  Hopefully they can make that happen.  We look forward to more moments and memories in the Williams/Wingfield neighborhood...set to music, of course!  There is nothing like serendipity at its finest - and the magic of JLY. Here’s to more of that in the future!

[the-empress-7]

We've all been so enamored by Louis but I just have to say, George is such a sweet little boy. He seems so smart, circumspect, so well mannered and wise for his age. His joke about 'glitter in the hair' had me cracking up. He seemed so pleased with his own joke! Lol... Makes me think he is much like his dad in mannerisms, dry humour and self awareness about what lies ahead for him in his life. I like that he is quieter, more shy right now than his siblings, it takes the pressure off of him in a way, if you know what I mean. God bless this charming little man.

George is turning into a wonderful young man. His parents kept looking at him proudly all weekend and I can see why.

All the children were rockstars this weekend. I can't think of any other children in the world right now who have to live under the kind of enormous microscope as the Cambridge children. They pulled it off with incredible grace and poise.

[ficsyoumayhavemissed]

When you say you love me, wanna share it with you — snowflakegems / @wotermelonshuga

1.105 words / @secretlarryvalentine / Harry x Louis

Harry forgets their anniversary. Louis has it covered, but that doesn't stop Harry from making it up to him.

Set sometime post band.

Such a beautiful fic, it shows a really sweet and domestic scene between Harry and Louis in which the author makes it possible for the reader to imagine every single detail as it goes.

Saturdays Are For The Girls — @tommokat

1.488 words / @girldirectionfest / Harry x Louis / Explicit

Saturday. The day for sleeping in, comfy clothes, and marathoning the latest season of your favorite show. And if you’re Harry, Saturday is also the day for making your girlfriend come apart time and time again. It’s her own type of marathon.

This one’s for soft mornings, when you just need a little something nice to ease into your day and make you glad that you woke up. And perhaps to make you a little hot under the collar.

I need you in my swamp — @rainblou

1.721 words / Shrek x Harry x Louis

While on vacation, sugar babies Harry and Louis get caught seducing a big dicked pool boy.

Sometimes changes are for the better and this fic isn’t the exception! An odd and magnificent rare pair that is undoubtedly worth reading, the author owns a unique bright manner to narrate and describe each scene. Therefore, when you finish it you’ll be starving for more.

Louis’ New Home — foreverfanficaddict / @chaotic-bells

2.762 words / Harry x Louis

There is a man in his back garden staring into his home. What the fuck...?

--

Louis moves to a new house, and Harry keeps showing up in his back garden.

Pure, unadulterated fluff as it lives and breathes, sprinkled with just the right amount of humor and magic. This fic spreads into every last corner of your body and makes you feel warm.

take me home (forever and ever) — @twoghostsdancin

2.928 words / Harry x Louis

As he grips the counter tightly with his sweaty palms, the cashier gives him a concerned glance, an eyebrow angling in confusion. Louis is sure he’s saying something, but he can’t hear a single thing coming out of his mouth. It’s like someone just turned off all his senses, and all he can hear in his ears is a faint ringing sound. He staggers backward, his mind swirling, and his breaths shallow until he feels himself fall into a strong grip.

The world goes black.

Or. The first time Louis falls, Harry catches him. The second time he falls, it’s for Harry.

If you’ve ever had your heart broken, or just had a very bad day, and then some kind stranger has turned it all around, this fic will likely resonate with you. If you haven’t, this fic will give you faith in the goodness of humanity. It’s a soft, cute read for when the world feels a little too harsh.

moments like this (I never wanna let go) — TheMipstaz / @nevergooutofstiles

4.597 words / @1drarepairfest / Liam x Louis

In which almost-concussions are the best meet-cutes, and goals are the quickest way to a footballer's heart.

This author made me love absolutely every character in this fic. I wanted to know them and be friends with them. They made me laugh and smile throughout the entire thing. I don’t even know anything about sports, but that didn’t stop me from loving it. This fic is a very fun read and I definitely recommend it for anyone who loves girl!direction or just needs a reason to smile.

Where Love Grows — @neondiamond

6.537 words / @momrryfest22 / Harry x Louis

When his husband leaves without warning only weeks after the birth of their first child, a struggling Harry is forced to move in with a work colleague and raise his newborn in the desolate, dreary outskirts of London. There, within the walls of a shitty apartment complex, he meets Louis Tomlinson, fellow struggling parent and hopeless romantic.

This fic feels so incredibly precarious and vulnerable at some points, but manages to grow into something warm and soft and comfortable in such a small word count. Give this a read if you need a reason to believe in kindness.

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If you can’t get enough of our recs in this post, make sure to check out our tags page and scroll through the categories to see if you find any more fics you like! — FYMHM xx

[ladychlo]

I’ve been microdosing his audition all day bc his smile is hurting my eyes but oh my god… his little hand movements… I’ll put his whole arms in plaster casts and then also in bubble wrap just to be safe

The sweetest 18yo ever, look at him! Like when you now watch 30yo louis and you still catch that 18yo boy in his smile and mannerism 😭 and the sweetness is still there despite and despite

[justalarryblog]

☀️The Things You Say Don't Drive Me Away by @LadyLondonderry (1k) | General Audiences

Louis thinks the boy who works at the bakery, with the big glasses and sweater vests, is pretty cute.

☀️Sweet like sugar by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers (1k) | Teen And Up Audiences

Harry sometimes has bad days. Diabetes is not the easiest thing to live with.

☀️Zero He Flies Under Green Trees orphan_account (2k) | Not Rated

Unversity AU in which Louis and Harry prove you can never be too young to act like an old married couple, and their friends kind of have to deal with their overly unromantic romantics.

☀️Cake and Kiss by @loulovehome (2k) | General Audiences

The one where omega Harry didn't like cake and wants to throw up when his alpha kisses him.

☀️You Make Me Wanna Scream by @dimpled_halo (5k) | Explicit

Louis’ stomach flutters as he reads the words. Harry wants to “kick it up a notch”. His mind automatically comes up with different possibilities.

Hey Harry,

I’ll bring over some things and we can discuss them in more detail and determine from there what you feel most comfortable with trying.

See you Saturday,

Louis

Louis wants to ask him how his week is going and learn more about his life but he keeps it professional. He can’t get attached no matter how good of a potential sub the guy may be. With a long sigh, Louis resumes his lunch trying his best not to picture Harry tied up while he paddles his lickable ass.

Part 2 of Dom Louis

☀️the stars are coming home by @harrystinyshorts / lsforever (5k) | General Audiences

For years Harry has been waiting for their schedules to click just right. Finding a day where he’ll not only be available but also is the only visitor on the premises has been near impossible.

After three years together and nearly a full year of marriage, Harry has finally been permitted to sit in for one of the team’s practices. They get more than they bargained for.

☀️It's A Rare Condition by @gloriaandrews (6k) | Explicit

Louis and Marcel stumble upon an old episode of Family Matters and accidentally get an idea...

Part 1 of Stefan Urquelle

☀️Zero Means Nothing When I'm With You by @StripedAndBowtied (6k) | Not Rated

Louis doesn't know what he's looking for until he finds it.

Harry just knows he may defy his gender norms, with his height and clumsiness, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want litters of pups running around while he does domestic things all day long.

In other words, boy meets boy and no one can stop pining

☀️Tick-Tock by @bubblegumclouds (6k) | General Audiences

When Louis was born to Jay Tomlinson with a tiny 2 years on his clock, it starts the most beautiful love story. Even if things are missed, fate finds a way to make it work.

☀️beat the darkness by @turnyourankle (7k) | Teen And Up Audiences

Harry is a volunteer nurse stationed in Cairo; Louis is one of the patients in his ward.

☀️The Charles Compass Trilogy by @sadaveniren (8k) | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson is a successful writer who rents a beach house on the Cape to try and finish the final book in his successful Charles Compass trilogy.

☀️I'm Asking You Please, Don't Talk Dirty to Me by @larry-hiatus (9k) | Explicit

Prompt #68: Harry’s best friend Louis is a nice, well-mannered omega, at least when it comes to sex talk. He has always been closed off and quiet... until Harry hears how Louis talks during his heat. Now, it's all Harry can think about before his upcoming rut... (Original prompt wording edited for clarity)

☀️Waiting by @allwaswell16 (10k) | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.

☀️The Summertime, The Butterflies, All Belong To Your Creation by @PumpkinspiceLou (CatyDreamDwyer) (11k) | Not Rated

When Louis decides to help out a lost little girl at the park, he never expected it would lead him to finding his home.

☀️it's oh so still by @b0yfriendsinl0ve (12K) | Teen And Up Audiences

Harry doesn’t say much but Louis makes him want to try.

☀️Just a Little Taste by @amomentoflove (13K) | Explicit

Louis works at The Blind Bat as a bartender during one of the busier times of the night. Typically, there’s one bartender on duty, his best mate Niall Horan, but Louis steps in to help with the demand. There’s always someone who needs a drink, a menu, or something to replenish their energy. He also has to look out of the humans who willingly allow vampires to feed on them. He’s quite protective of the regulars who come to get their kicks with a quick drink and a bite. A vampire’s bite, and the rush of endorphins that come with it, can be addicting. He should know.

☀️The Journal by @evilovesyou / 4ureyesonly28, RecycledStardust (13K) | General Audiences

When Harry finds himself purchasing an antique journal in the ancient bookshop of a town he's never heard of, he doesn't exactly want to admit that he has no idea how he got there. A myriad of odd coincidences and a few kind smiles from the shopkeeper have the two of them working hard to solve the mystery of this strange journal that seems to have been waiting for Harry for almost a hundred and thirty years.

☀️Breathe Me by @Only_angel_28 (13K) | Mature

The story of what happens when Harry finds a stranger sleeping inside the car his late grandfather left him.

“Louis?” Harry queries softly, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “Why are you living in my car?”

Louis sighs, and this time it’s laced with a mixture of sadness and exhaustion, the sound of it tugging at Harry’s heartstrings. “Long story,” he says finally with a weak smile.

“Will you tell me?” Harry prods gently, his demeanor akin to that of someone approaching a wild animal with their arms outstretched in a gesture of submission. “You don’t have to, like—I mean…it’s just, I’m a pretty good listener, and you seem like maybe you could use a friend?”

“What gave me away?” Louis jokes dryly.

*Or the one where Harry has a broken heart, Louis has a broken home, and all it takes is one night together for them to fall in love.

☀️Sounds like love to me by @neondiamond (14K) | General Audiences

“Do you want to hear the heartbeat?”

Louis watches as Harry’s face falls with the realization that this is one of those things he won’t be able to experience. For a second, Louis considers saying no, to show Harry they’re truly on the same boat through all of this. But he nods in the end, reaching over for Harry’s hand as the doctor flips a switch. Noise fills the room then, and it takes a few seconds for the sound to become clear enough for Louis to make out the baby’s fast heartbeat.

“It’s really fast,” he voices his thoughts out loud as he uses his thumb to tap against the back of Harry’s hand, replicating the rapid rhythm of the baby’s heartbeat. It takes the younger man a little while to figure out what Louis’ doing, but a huge grin breaks out on his face as soon as he does.

“Is that them?” He signs with the other hand, his own eyes starting to tear up when Louis nods.

OR: Harry is deaf, Louis is pregnant. They figure it out.

☀️Made From Love by @chloehl10 / lovelarry10 (14K) | Mature

It's almost Christmas, and amongst the preparations, Louis' realised something about his husband Harry.

Harry, however, seems to be oblivious.

Louis' determined to open Harry's eyes and make him realise the real magic that's happening this Christmas...

☀️When You Know by @allwaswell16 (17k) | Explicit

Years of living in the shadows has taken its toll on Louis Tomlinson. When he’s offered a chance to leave behind his life as a hired assassin, he intends to take it.

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[latent-thoughts]

An Offering, A Connection...

Summary: When a little boy gets lost in the woods in England, what hope does he have to return to his home safe and sound? Who will come to his rescue? Well, a very chaotic entity that loves kids.

Author's Note: I usually don't write RPF, but I felt compelled to write this one. This concept had been rattling in my head for a while, but I never felt a push to actually write it. Until now, until today, when I had been down in the dumps, thinking I had lost my writing mojo for good. I guess Loki approved?

Category: General

Warnings: None

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Golden, rowdy curls... unsure, confused steps.

The child was… lost, for certain. He had looked around and tried to act brave at first. But soon, it all devolved into panic and fear.

He was now crying. No, he was a sobbing mess. Crying out for his mother, looking around with frantic, wet eyes.

He was deep in the woods and there was no help in sight.

Were his parents not around? Why wasn't anyone looking for him?

The hidden, shadowy figure moved closer to the boy as his sobs grew louder, drawn by his distress. Not a sound was heard, but a rustling of wind through the trees.

Slowly, the inky shadow took on a more solid form, though the shape looked like a mirage. Ever changing, never settling.

The boy hadn't noticed the presence yet, for he was far too perturbed with his immediate surroundings.

Finally, on a whim, the shifting mirage settled on a form, just as his footsteps squished the fallen, half rotten leaves on the wet ground.

It had rained not long ago, and it might as well start pouring again.

Not that it mattered. To him, it didn't…

But the child would be soaked, and it wouldn't bode well for him. Children were fragile little treasures, after all.

The boy turned around just as he heard the wet footsteps approaching, his eyes wide and terrified.

They were a lovely shade of blue, big and expressive.

He smiled, stopping before the boy, letting him observe him.

"W-Who are you?" he asked, his voice cracking with nerves, his little body shaking in response to both fear and the evening chill of the woods.

"That's irrelevant, dear heart. Are you lost?" he asked the trembling boy, extending his hand towards him as an offer.

The boy didn't move, eyeing his hand with apprehension.

He didn't trust him. That was wise. Trusting strangers in the woods was bad form.

But in this instance, there was little room for choice.

Ah, but he knew he had to be patient. Children were delicate beings. Innocent from all wiles, they held a special place in his heart.

Bending down on one knee, he asked the same question again.

"Are you lost, my child?"

It took him a beat, but the boy finally gave him a little nod, his lips trembling as the tears once again escaped his eyes.

"I want to go home," he mumbled, barely audible.

"I see." The proffered hand still extended towards the boy. "Come then, we shall find a way back."

Patience unlike which he usually possessed took over then, as he let the boy take his hand in a slow, measured approach.

"My mum says that I shouldn't trust strangers," the boy stated, even as he grasped his hand with his little fingers.

"That's all true and wise, but your mum should've been here to protect you."

He did feel a certain ire towards irresponsible parents.

"It's not her fault. I ran away and got lost," the boy said contritely, lowering his head. "I didn't listen to her. I just wanted to run, to feel the wind on my face. I didn't see where I was going."

"Ah, I see. So you were being rebellious." He smirked as he rose to his full height. "How very chaotic of you."

The boy grew less scared and weepy and more loquacious as they began to walk, the sun setting behind them, darkening the woods.

"Is that bad? Being chaotic?"

"Not at all. Chaos is but an aspect of life. Without it, nothing would move, nothing would stir. Nothing would grow."

"So… why did I get lost then? Why do bad things happen with chaos?"

"You think it's a bad thing, but perhaps it isn't. For what it's worth, I found you."

"Yes. But what were you doing in the woods? Were you lost as well? Or were you looking for something?"

A chuckle escaped between them. The boy was a curious creature. Good for him.

"No. I wasn't lost, neither was I looking for something. I simply love wandering in the woods. I'm at home with nature."

"Where do you live?"

"Far from here, but close enough to visit these woods every once in a while"

"You sound like a riddle, and you talk in a weird way."

Another chuckle. "Do I?"

"Yup. But I like it."

Slowly, they walked in a straight line and reached the edge of the woods, stepping onto the familiar grey asphalt that served as the pathway for all the manner of modern human conveyance.

"I recognize this road!" the child claimed with newfound enthusiasm, pulling at his hand as he tried to cross over to the other side.

He let him pull him, smiling down at him as he chirped about his house, which was only a block away.

Of course, it was.

Hand in hand, they reached the boy's home in no time at all.

"Come inside," the boy urged, still hanging onto his hand as they approached the house's main door. "Please?"

He let out a sigh. "I must not, dear. I have places I need to be"

The boy pouted. "But you said you just wander around."

"Not without a purpose. I do have things to do."

The boy looked down, then sideways at the door to his house, letting out a little sigh of disappointment.

"Alright. But I want to thank you."

"I accept your thanks."

Shaking his head, the boy looked up at him again, one hand still hanging onto him while the other fished something out from his pants pocket.

"Here, please have it. I wanted to give you something more, something bigger, but that's all I have right now." He raised his hand up, offering him a confection.

He recognized it--chocolate, one of his favoured sweet treats.

"Please have it."

Well, he wasn't the one to reject an offering. Especially so innocently given. But… an offering given so freely had to have its consequences.

Silently, the confection changed hands.

"I shall take my leave now." He bent down on his knee again, stroking the golden haired head of the boy, uttering a blessing audible to no one but him, spoken in a tongue as old as time itself. "Be good, and don't spread too much chaos and mischief. At least, not until you grow up a bit. You'll get plenty of opportunities when you do."

The boy nodded, though his eyes grew sad. "Before you go, can I at least know your name, sir?"

Lightning sparked up in the sky behind him as he rose, illuminating his pitch dark tresses as he gazed down at the boy, a kind smile gracing his sharp features.

"I have many names, but you may call me Loki."

Thunder rumbled then, loud and cracking as the rain came down in a heavy downpour. "Till we meet again, Tom."

Patting his head again, he turned around and walked away, disappearing into the sheet-like rain.

"Wait… how did you know my name?" the little boy called out in confusion, only to receive silence in response.

Silence and the clamouring rain…

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[Present Day]

"Tom? Hello, you still there?"

A blink, and just like that, his thoughts scattered, leaving the shadow of the memory behind. He pulled it back under lock and key, like always. This one wasn't meant to be shared with anyone.

"Yes, I'm here. Sorry, bad connection."

"Ah ok. As I was saying, Disney is going ahead with this thing, and it's going to be pretty big. They want new stories, and they're very eager to have one with Loki."

That was… a surprise. He hadn't been expecting this.

"Loki?"

"Yup."

"As much as I want this to happen, he's… well, he's dead."

He had to say that with a very heavy heart, even apologizing silently to the one he knew was certainly alive and watching over him.

"We'll figure something out. Are you game for it?"

He rubbed his palm against his face, closing his eyes. He was pretty certain that he heard a chuckle echo around him, light and effervescent and almost inaudible.

"You have to be gentle with my heart, Louis, I can't keep saying goodbye to him. Be still, my heart."

"I understand, man, but this time, you'll get the reins. Tell his story in a more fleshed out way, it's gonna be a whole series."

"A whole series, you say?"

"Yeah."

Tom opened his eyes and smiled, shaking his head in disbelief and joy.

"I'm in."

Just as the call disconnected, he went to his kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out a dark chocolate bar.

"Thank you," he murmured softly, smiling to himself as he placed it on the counter and went off to take Bobbie out for a run.

He knew that it'd be gone by the time he'd return. Just like it always did.

The End