#Who's really got taste here ZAYNE

[nanamiscocksleeve]

LADS Men With a Plus Size Reader

Warnings: None! This is actually very fluffy! Maybe PG13 at most! (OMG NCS, no smut?!😲😲😲) A/N: Finally, got around to writing one of the promised headcanons! Now, allow me to be clear here. The amount of customization the game allows is incredible but MC is a little bit on the smaller side, and I would have loved to see an option for a more robust body build. The same way there are naturally thin and petite women, there are also bigger and more rounded women as well and I think there was an opportunity lost there. Anyone that tries to hate on this will be blocked immediately.

Zayne:

Zayne’s large hand envelopes yours as you walk to the cafe he’d recommended. You knew it was popular amongst the hospital staff and weren’t surprised to see familiar faces; one of the tables was completely occupied by some of Zayne’s surgical nurses. 

“Why don’t you get a table?” Zayne brushes a kiss on top of your hair. “And I’ll get the food. Do you still want a hazelnut latte with your cake?”

“Yes please!” Zayne’s eyes fill with warmth as he squeezes your hand before walking towards the cashier. You wander over and pick a table near the nurses. You take out your phone and start to browse Instagram when a snide voice is heard from the table behind you. 

“Gross.”

You freeze but don’t dare turn around. Maybe it wasn’t directed at you. 

“That’s Dr. Zayne’s girlfriend?”

Shit it was.

“Why is he with that porker?”

“You’d think a man like that would have better taste.”

“I heard that they were childhood friends. He’s probably dating her out of pity.”

Even as your blood rages, you feel tears pricking the backs of your eyes. Were they aware you could hear them? And they had just said your worst fears out loud; that Zayne was dating you as a favor, not because he was actually into you. It was an old insecurity you hadn’t really grown out of. You startle slightly as Zayne suddenly sits down opposite you, food and beverages in hand. He sets down your coffee and cake while taking his own plate and tea off the tray.

“Why are you so upset?” He immediately observes the distress on your face and the way your eyes are glistening. You shake your head and dab at your eyes with a napkin, Zayne watching you intently. The cute slice of cake he’s gotten for you sits temptingly in line with your vision but right now it might as well be a lump of clay, all appetite for it gone. 

Zayne’s eyes flick to the cake and back to you. “Did I get the wrong one?”

You’re about to shake your head no when the conversation at the table behind you picks up again. Clearly, they hadn’t noticed Zayne sitting down. 

“He deserves so much more than that blob. There are so many attractive women at the hospital.”

“I agree. He could get anyone he wanted. Someone who actually takes care of their health and watches their figure.”

Shame fills you and you’re unable to look at Zayne in the eyes, knowing he had heard them, even though you know it was far from the truth. You ate all your vegetables and exercised frequently. But your body just refused to slim down no matter what you did. No matter how much you tried to lose weight, the weight just didn’t want to lose you. You’re about to get up and leave when Zayne speaks up, loud and clear, in a scathing tone. 

“Right, because weight is the only indicator of a person’s health, isn’t it?” Zayne’s words drip with sarcasm. 

The entire nurses’ table jumps at his voice, turning around to look at him.

“Oh, Dr. Zayne! We weren’t-”

“I don’t care what you weren’t doing. Do not talk about anyone that way, patient or not. Were you not taught compassion as part of your medical training? Or is it reserved for people who look a certain way?” His eyes are narrowed and the table looks tense. One by one the nurses start to get up, quietly murmuring apologies to him as they exit the cafe. 

Zayne watches them go, anger still visible in his eyes before turning his attention back to you. His hand covers yours on top of the table. “Are you all right?”

You sniff. “I try. You know I try. I cook all my meals. I exercise. We work out together. But I can’t get the weight to go away.” 

“No sweetheart. I know how much you take care of yourself.” Zayne reaches across the table to wipe your tears. “You do not have to lose any weight. You’re perfectly healthy, and as long as that’s clear, nothing else matters.”

“You’re not dating me out of pity?” You look at him uncertainly. 

“Pity?” Zayne chuckles in disbelief. “Darling when you first started coming to my office I was sure you were out of my league.” His thumb strokes your hand reassuringly.

“You’re so amazing. Talented, compassionate, considerate. And all those things will always matter more to me than anything else.”

He looks at your neglected slice of cake. “Now don’t take out your sadness on the dessert. If you don’t finish it in 5 minutes, it’s mine.”

Rafayel:

You grip your wrap firmly around your shoulders, stepping with grace into the dazzling venue. You never missed Rafayel’s shows if you could help it but this time around, you had a skin in the game. Literally.

One night after a round of passionate lovemaking, you had woken to find Rafayel painting, and when you saw what he was working on, you’d blushed and smacked him on the shoulder.

There, in the brush strokes, he had painted you sleeping on his bed, your hair in disarray as it cascaded down your back, your face buried into the pillow and not quite visible. The sheets covered you modestly but the wide curve of your hips, the pudges of fat at your side, and the bra rolls under your arms were all painted with clarity and you found you couldn’t look at it. A feeling of unease had settled in your stomach. Was this the way your boyfriend viewed you?

You had brought it up to Rafayel in a small voice. “Do you think I’m fat?”

Your heart sank as Rafayel’s face, which had been so soft, a curve in his lips as he had painted, changed into a mask of dismay. “Fat?” he had asked, looking quite upset. “Where in this painting have I made you look fat?”

“Here. And here.” You point out the areas and Rafayel pulls you against him, holding you fiercely. 

“Cutie, I swear to God I’m just painting you as you are. I don’t think you look fat at all. I’m just painting my beautiful girlfriend in all her glory.” Crushed against his chest, you try to talk. 

“But, most women in paintings don’t look like that, they have smaller hips and thighs and mine look so…ugly.”

You thought Rafayel’s heart might have broken as he heard your word of choice. “There’s nothing about you that’s ugly. None of this is ugly. It’s a body. Your body. And baby I love every inch of it exactly as it is. I didn’t mean to make you sad while I painted all the pretty little pieces of you that make you whole.” His hands trace your sides, squeezing you reassuringly. 

“There’s so much beauty in you baby. That’s all I see in this painting. You’ll always be the biggest masterpiece in my life.”

Knowing he held you in such high esteem had done wonders for your confidence, which was what you were trying to emulate as you walked into the gallery. Rafayel had hesitantly asked for your permission to showcase that painting for this show, promising he’d never use it without your consent. Nervous as you were, part of you was actually thrilled that it was going to be used. It was difficult to make out who the subject in the portrait was since your face wasn’t entirely visible. 

Still, it felt like an out-of-body experience as you approached the hung canvas, observing the crowd that flocked to it. Some people nodded at it quietly before moving on, others commented under their breath that Rafayel should have chosen a more appropriate model. 

“Can you imagine this woman being naked in his bed?” One of them asked and her friends snickered sycophantically. “He must have been drunk or something.”

“And why is that?” You turn in time to see Rafayel, dressed sharply in a couture outfit approach you and pull you to his side, his hand resting possessively on the jut of your hip. The woman backpedals.

“Mr. Rafayel! I mean, obviously, your work is unique but I can’t help but wonder what you might have been trying to convey when you painted someone with such a…heavy structure.”

Rafayel pretends to consider her words. “I suppose…people have different views on what beauty is. All I was trying to convey was how much I loved the person in the painting. Anyone that doesn’t see the beauty in this particular painting, well I’m afraid they have poor taste.”

Grinning at the affronted look on her face, Rafayel whisks you away, but not before you throw her a smug smirk over your shoulder. 

Sylus:

Who knew underground mafia bosses loved their parties as much as their money? As strange as it was, the cliques had started becoming familiar with you hanging around. Anytime Sylus was invited to a gathering, it was expected that you were his plus one. While most of the men entertained polite conversation with you, it was no secret how coveted Sylus was by the women in the N109 zone. 

They wrinkled their noses as you walked by, your head held high, knowing you shouldn’t let their words get to you but it was hard. You tell the bartender your order and put a $100 bill into the tip jar. After all, you couldn’t embarrass Sylus by handing out a miserly tip when he was supposed to be the richest man here.

You knew you looked good enough to kill; Sylus had chosen the gown you were wearing himself, even hiring a personal tailor to fit the dress to flaunt your best assets and a thick choker of diamonds glittered on your neck. The plunging V-line of the dress showed off a tempting display of creamy cleavage, the bodice of the dress pushing up your impressive bosom. The material crept over your belly and hips, your fupa visible a little more than you would have liked but Sylus had refused to hear otherwise. You remember the way his hands had caressed the bulge of fat after helping you zip up the gown, his low, contented, purr ringing in your ears.

“Kitten, you’re going to be every man’s envy tonight. How delightful that I get to flaunt you as mine.”  

A group of women, all model-thin and gorgeous, approach the bar, their cold eyes fixed on you, wearing smiles that could cut glass. Your fingers drum nervously on the counter as you try to ignore them. One of the women spies the tip you had put in and jerks her chin at you, her lips twisting into what looks like a sneer. 

“So Sylus has the money to let you throw around $100 bills into tip jars. I wonder…” She pauses and the group draws collectively closer like a cackle of hyenas. “Wouldn’t his finances be more wisely spent on other avenues?”

“Such as?” You ask carefully.

“A good plastic surgeon perhaps? Lord knows you could use some liposuction in more places than one.” Her entourage leers at you while covering their mouths to stifle their laughter.

Your back stiffens and your eyes widen in shock. You resist the urge to cover your middle. You knew you should have pushed harder to have the gown loosened. Your fupa, the soft squidge that bulged under the material of the dress…it was a mistake thinking you could attend a party with it showing up so obviously. 

A million retorts form in your head but they all die weakly on your tongue. You had no defense, and you felt pathetic that you were sitting here and taking their abuse but your mind felt frozen, like you couldn’t plan your next move. 

“How did you ever think that someone like you could pull off a dress like that?” The woman presses, her eyes boring into yours. Your pulse quickens as you try to find a way to escape.

“You’re right, she can’t pull off a dress like that.” A rich, deep voice answers the woman who pales as she sees Sylus drape his arm possessively around your shoulders. “It’ll wrinkle. That’s why I’ll be pulling it off for her as soon as we get home.”

His eyes flash scarlet as he signals to the bartender, who immediately starts pouring him a drink and expediting your cocktail, setting both glasses on coasters in front of you. You flush but try not to look too pleased as you take a sip, feeling the alcohol loosen you. 

“Mr. Sylus.” The woman’s voice changes immediately and she steps back. “We were just talking about fashion.” she fibs hastily, trying to cover up her reason for using the word ‘dress’.

“Fashion?” Sylus looks at her patronizingly. “Do tell.”

Caught, she wets her lips before saying, “Oh we were talking about jeans and how they never fit or have pockets-”

“Hmm. I can understand these problems. After all, jeans without pockets are like women without curves…there’s nowhere to put your hands.” His broad hand shifts to your hip, his fingers subtly signaling it is time for you to go. You pick up your glass and Sylus holds onto you firmly as you walk back to the crowd. 

Xavier:

You’re sweaty as you and Xavier walk back from the office gym to the locker rooms. Xavier drinks from his water bottle, swallowing zealously. “I think we’ve exercised enough for a whole week,” he says as you walk. You laugh and shake your head.

“We only did a half hour of cardio!”

“Yeah, but we lifted all those weights too! In fact, my muscles already feel stronger.” Xavier flexes his arm and a visible bicep forms, making you grin. 

“Oh so strong,” you say as you reach out to squeeze. Xavier winces slightly and you quickly withdraw. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok. I’m a little sore.” You reach the locker rooms.“I’ll wait for you outside.”

You nod and he disappears into the men's locker room. You wander into the women’s, undo the lock, and retrieve your bag, finding a stall to change your clothes. You peel off your damp leggings which stick to your plushy thighs and you drag them down, sighing in relief as the skin jiggles freely in the cool air after being stuffed in the heat of polyester for so long. 

The skin on your butt and stomach are dimpled, something you’d come to terms with. You recall how nervous you’d been to let Xavier see you in a bathing suit at the pool but now you barely glance at them. 

“It’s like your skin is smiling at me when I kiss it.” 

That’s what Xavier had said as he kissed the soft flesh lovingly. Who could possibly feel self-conscious after that analogy? As you fold away the sweaty clothes into a garment bag, you hear several of the other changing room doors open and a group of voices fills the locker room as you change. You normally wouldn’t have paid attention but you freeze when you hear Xavier’s name.

“Why do you think Xavier works out with her of all people?”

“I know! They workout together like almost everyday and she hasn’t lost any weight!”

“She probably lacks the discipline to go on a real diet. It doesn’t matter how much she exercises, that fat isn’t going to go away if she doesn’t eat healthier.”

“Xavier really needs to find a better workout buddy. She only slows him down.”

Your heart clenches in your chest as you hear the cruel commentary. How dare these women talk about your body like it was a source of entertainment for them? Both rage and sorrow fills you as you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Suddenly all you can see are the flaws.

How cute, to call cellulite ‘dimpled skin’ like it was something to be adored. You stare at the lumpy skin, at the way your stomach and arms have stretch marks everywhere, the way your skin bulges over the band of your bra. You wait in silence as the women finish their chat and you hear them exit the locker room.

After what seemed like ages, you finally finish dressing and leave the changing room feeling humiliated. The post-workout glow had all but vanished from your system and you couldn’t shake off the feeling of being perceived like a huge, hulking, ogre; built big and lumberingly, not at all cute like the princess Xavier claimed you were. You leave the dressing room, then stare in disbelief as the same group of women crowd around Xavier as he waits for you. You lurk, not wanting to be seen, then one of the women speaks up.

“Xavier, if you’re looking for another workout buddy I’d be happy to tag along.” One of them chirps perkily.

Xavier chuckles politely and shakes his head. “Thank you, but no. I have a workout buddy.”

“Oh cmon Xavier, don’t you think you need someone who can challenge you a little more?”

“I do actually. That’s why I work out with her.”

“Does she really challenge you?”

“I think she challenges me more than you. Didn't you finish last in the company relay race?” The woman’s face falls and your heart skips a beat. 

“And you,” Xavier says as he turns to face another woman. “Forgive me if I’m wrong but you struggle to push anything more than 75 pounds. My workout buddy does 150 easily. She’s very strong. Perhaps you might benefit from training with her.” The second woman looks offended even as she’s being chastised. 

Feeling your confidence soar, you skip over to Xavier feeling as light as a feather. Xavier’s eyes light up as you approach. “Ladies,” you say smugly to their scandalized faces before pulling Xavier away from them, holding his arm as you walk away. 

© nanamiscocksleeve original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[amazinglyashy]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a prompt where the reader is out at night with the LIs, wearing a pretty outfit, a man just approaches her and rudely asks “how much for a bj?” How would they react/protect her from such a creep?

(Sorry, for my English, I hope it made sense haha🤞🏼)

Very Minor N/SFW Warning!! This one really made me laugh because this has happened to me before, and the situation mostly pans out with my own partner having to yank me away to avoid having to post bail on me later in the evening. Remember to leash your dogs kids! Thank you for the request!! <3

LaDS men when you get catcalled/propositioned on the street

Xavier -

He's apologizing profusely to you because the ensuing bloodspray from how hard he punched the guy in the nose got on your dress and he genuinely feels awful about it.

There is not much to it, besides he acted embarrassingly quickly, to the point you wonder to yourself if he's just been silently waiting for this moment to come.

He's used to going out with you for drinks or evening dates- it's one of the more common ways for the two of you to hang out aside from spending the evening in one of your apartments with the other. Juggling work and clocking out with social activities would also mean walking late at night, to go to a movie or even on a snack run.

So needless to say, he has in fact, been mentally preparing himself for something like this to happen.

He can't help it.

He doesn't ever want to see you disrespected- he doesn't care the context. Work, family, friends-

And now, what, a stranger asking you for sexual favors?

You wait calmly with him while he speaks to the officers about what happened, trying to contain your giggles at how sheepishly he looks at the ground, his face still painted with the most adorable anger.

Zayne -

Quickly, he's pushed you behind himself and holding eye contact with the guy. It doesn't matter if he's drunk, or perfectly sober, Zayne won't excuse someone saying such a ridiculous thing to you.

He has his usual air of politeness and manners, but the bite in his voice is more than apparent, even to someone who doesn't know him. Dressed as nicely as he is with the air he carries around him, it's a weird experience for those who don't know how protective Zayne can get.

He will tell the man to give you an apology and back off, or there will be consequences.

You know what those consequences are, and despite feeling smug about how protective Zayne is, you're trying to grab his arm and stop him, to no avail.

If the creep tries to reach for you, Zayne will back up into you to force you back gently, and the man will quickly realize that he can't reach forward anymore-

Even as Zayne walks away with you, the ice is still creeping up the man's body. Slow enough, but still moving.

Hopefully an OTTO calls for help in time. Hypothermia at night would suck.

Rafayel -

He's immediately between you and the guy, hand long since dropped your own as he crosses his arms and stares the guy down.

If you hadn't known him so long, you would expect him to fire off a tirade of insults and comments at the guy- but you know Rafayel. You know him well.

He tells the guy to back off, in the most simple of terms as he glare is enough to set the man alight- and Rafayel's evol does just that when the guy doesn't seem to back down- lighting up the shoulders of his clothing and causing him to flay around screaming, as Rafayel pulls you to keep walking.

The amount of tasteful compliments on your attire rise, and you know he's doing it to keep you from internalizing the earlier interaction and stop dressing how you want.

He doesn't need some random freak to keep you from expressing yourself how you want to. Of course, he'll always find you attractive, and the little outfit you're wearing is doing numbers to him, but that's not his focus here at all.

He wants you to feel comfortable, confident-

And he'll do everything in his power to make sure you always do.

Sylus -

I am not entirely sure the man who's asking you has finished his sentence before he's slammed once against a nearby building and then released.

Sylus makes no motion to indicate that it was his doing, continuing to walk along with you to wherever the two of you had been going in the first place-

But you knew.

You had seen his stupid red mist envelope him.

For a second, you'd been scared that he was going to kill the guy- and while you knew someone who was comfortable saying such a thing to someone needed to be put in their place, 'murder' was not at all the same as 'putting someone in their place'.

No, he was just slightly- sort of- broken.

Just a bit.

Sylus won't react much, he may give a passing comment about the man, but otherwise, he's back to complimenting you or conversing with you about whatever subject you two had been discussing prior to the creep showing up.

"Sorry, sweetie. I know you don't like bugs. I tried to handle it as... efficiently, as possible."

[misaamoure]

“Shhhh.”

“Dr. Zayne…”

He put his thumb on the bridge of your glasses, pushing them up before moving it to your bottom lip.

His piercing green gaze followed his touch, staring intently at your flushed face.

“Suck.”

Well, I guess this is what you get for your incessant teasing.

But you couldn’t help it when Zayne looks so damn fine.

So now here you both were… pool cues abandoned to the side, with Zayne leaning back on the sides of the pool table and you on your knees in front of him.

His cock positioned right at your lips.

The red tip never looked so appealing, your eyes fleetingly followed the vein on the underside of his lengthy dick.

All you had done was innocently declare that you needed to powder your nose and you would be back soon.

It wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t help but to have the idea to take your panties off while you were in there and unabashedly slipped them into his pockets upon your return.

Who knew he would react so viscerally? Who knew he would drop his pool cue and pull you into such a passionate kiss?

Who knew he’d bring his hands into your hair and tug softly at it, sending shivers down your spine? Who knew he’d drag his hands to your shoulders and gently push you down to your knees?

Clearly none of this was your fault… although your actions undoubtedly did lead you to where you are now.

“But Zayne,” you feigned worry to make yourself seem at least a little responsible. “What if someone walks in?”

“You choose to worry about that now? Where was this sense of awareness five minutes ago?”

Fuck. He got you there.

Ugh, whatever. You loved being a hot messy slut anyways.

Not breaking eye contact, you slowly took the tip of his cock into your mouth, causing him to hiss softly.

“My godddd,” you thought to yourself, eyes rolling back. “He tastes so fucking good.”

You temporarily got caught up in licking all the precum from the tip of his pretty cock, causing him to grab your chin and tip your head upwards to look back at him.

You peered up at him from the top of your frames.

“Concentrate.”

You smiled to the best of your ability, as well as you could with his cock in your mouth.

You felt the grip on your chin tense. You got him right where you want him.

Taking the hand on your chin into your own hand, you moved his hand to the back of your head.

Once again looking up at him over the top of your glasses, you slowly took his entire length into your mouth.

“Fuck…” he cursed, throwing his head back.

Hearing the sounds he was making and looking up at his flushed face made you wanna cum right then and there.

You kept at a steady rhythm for quite a while, bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

Running your tongue along the vein adorning his pretty dick, and giving an extra attentive suck to the tip every time you reached it.

Occasionally, you felt his hips stutter and buck forward to get even more of his dick down your throat.

His deep groans echoed through the room.

You knew exactly what he wanted.

Taking every inch of him in your mouth, you slowly released him and jerked him off while you briefly spoke.

You pushed up your glasses.

“Fuck my mouth, Dr. Zayne.”

Shivers went down his spine. He knew you were bold, but hearing it in such an intense moment made his knees weak.

Thank god he has a stellar poker face.

The room went silent for a few moments. You really couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

He moved the hand that was jerking him off so eagerly.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He said, almost breathlessly.

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out; his invitation to begin.

Fuck, he felt like he could cum at just the sight of you.

He slowly pushed his cock back into your mouth, rubbing his tip back and forth a few times on your tongue, making you moan.

Once he was bottomed out in your throat, he started fucking your mouth in earnest.

Surely the sounds you two were making were audible from outside the room… but neither of you cared right now.

Each drag of his dick over your tongue and into your throat made you moan and gasp.

You’d always loved giving him head.

Zayne was making a fair amount of noise too. He was always relatively quiet but how could he be so in this situation?

Neither of your broke eye contact as he used you like a sex toy.

Your glasses moving with each thrust, and your eyes watering with tears running down your cheeks and ruining your mascara.

“I’m close.”

You hummed appreciatively, desperately. You wanted to make him cum so bad.

“If you look at me like that…” he groaned once again, started to speed up and get rougher.

A mixture of spit and precum slid past your plump lips and down your chin and he fucked your throat.

Suddenly grabbing the back of your head, he pushed his cock all the way down your throat as he came, making small thrusts to drag out his orgasm.

You swallowed every bit of his cum that he spilled down your throat.

Pulling himself out of your mouth, his cock twitched once more as another spurt of cum leaked out, this time landing on your face and glasses.

Usually Zayne would move quick to assist you, but neither of you moved.

He used his thumb and smeared the cum that landed on your cheek to the corner of your lips on into your mouth, which you readily accepted.

Once again looking up into his gorgeous eyes, you sucked on his thumb obediently.

Zayne exhaled softly.

“What am I going to do with you?”

[wolfofcelestia]

One of my last reblogs got me thinking about this so here is

How all four Zaynes + Sylus would treat you for low iron

Warnings: mentions of hunting, blood, suspicious food and drink. Everything aside from Doctor Zayne's section is not rooted in reality so don't take this as medical advice. If you feel tired all the time, go ask your doctor about it and get a blood test. Trust me, you're not supposed to be tired all the time.

Doctor Zayne

By the book treatments. You'll get iron pills and recommendations for iron-rich foods. If your stomach can't handle the pills, he might recommend iron infusions, all supervised by medical personnel. On his free nights, he'd take you out to dinner or cook for you to make sure you eat iron-rich foods, even if it's only in his presence

Dawnbreaker

He'd repeatedly remind you to rely on him. Just stay in bed, he'll take care of the rest

In his world, everything you need to live is packaged in nutrient drinks or in pills, so he'd gather all these less than tasty nutrient drinks and pills but he'd also go to the outskirts of town, where the wild animals have taken over a part of a forest. They don't entirely live in harmony with the wanderers there. Some say they're no longer animals, but meat is meat, and only fresh meat will do for his beloved, especially when she's sick

He'd come home with freshly butchered meat, and the blood from the meat in large bottles, hoping she'd be able to get some benefit from drinking such a valuable and rare fluid

Foreseer

He wouldn't treat you. You don't belong in the tower. You'll only get sicker here.

"Go back to your people. Only they can help you. I have no means or the experience to cure you here."

But you won't leave. Stubborn, even in the face of an illness that makes you weaker and weaker by the day. But you've experienced this before. It's nothing new

Soon, you and Jas annoy him enough to convince him wild game is actually high in iron and, with his powers, he'd easily be able to hunt one near the tower

It would be his first meal with someone. A warm, hearty meal with the girl he's seen his other selves eat with so many times before

Master of Fate

"Close your eyes and hold my hands. Imagine my energy flowing out of my body, crossing over our hands like a bridge, and being absorbed into your body. Take as much as you need."

The Master of Fate is also a master of ancient energy magic, so something like mana or energy transfer would be easy for him if you're ill or need a boost

This won't fix the cause of your low energy of course, but this would be a start to get you on your feet

Once you have enough energy to travel down the mountain, he'd bring you to a healer, someone who works with and sells all sorts of dried herbs and Chinese medicines

Protest all you want but these bitter, smelly concoctions are going into your mouth one way or another. He'd laugh at your reaction and call you a child for making a fuss about taking your medicine, and he'd promise you a sugary treat if you take it like a good girl

Sylus

"Are you ignoring Zayne's advice again? You're really putting him through his paces, huh? I'd have my own personal doctor take a look at you but I have a feeling you'd listen to him even less. Well, if it's iron you need, then tonight we'll have steak. And we'll have steak for as many nights as you like after that. I'll have the chef work on a meal plan with you."

With your steak dinners, he'd offer you a particular red wine. It tastes a little sharper, a little richer... The way he watches so carefully when you take a drink, and the way he smiles at you when you swallow... You'd be suspicious about it, if it weren't for the fact that you did in fact feel much better after each meal

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＊ Peeping by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom [E, 16k, Harry/Louis]

Louis hates his job as an accountant and desperately wants to be a teacher. Of course, that would mean going back to uni, which he can’t afford if he wants to keep up the mortgage payments on his house. It’s Niall that suggests Louis gets a housemate.

Harry is great around the house, loves cooking and cleaning, and everything is fine, lovely even. That is until Louis locks himself out of the house, and in his attempts to get inside, he stumbles upon Harry wanking to a video of Louis playing footy.

OR Louis has a thing for his housemate, Harry is under the impression that clothing around the house is an optional extra, and neither of them seem to be able to stop wanking long enough to get their shit together and admit their true feelings.

＊ Unbonded by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom [E, 24k, Louis/Harry]

“Look,” Louis says firmly. “Last time I checked, I’m still the pack leader, so you damn well better listen to me. It was Harry who worked out what I’d been poisoned with, then nursed me back to health. And it was Harry who thwarted the plan for my second assassination attempt by literally throwing himself in front of an arrow intended for me, nearly dying in the process, which is why we’re even having this argument in the first place. So if you think I’m going to set foot outside of this hut until he’s fully healed, you’ve all seriously misread the situation, and even more importantly, you’ve all seriously misread me.”

OR the one where Harry is an omega who has been cast out from his pack, Louis is the alpha leader of the pack where Harry finds a new home, Liam is an alpha with heart of gold, and Niall is a cook who can't seem to stop setting himself on fire.

＊ frightened by the bite, no harsher than the bark by localopa / @voulezloux [T, 21k, Louis/Harry]

louis loves going to the barricade during his shows. if it’s because he’s got a bit (lot) of touch deprivation and is using it as an excuse to have his big alpha bodyguard, harry, touch him, well, that’s a secret he doesn’t need to tell.

＊ the past might be painful, but i’m in love with our future by localopa / @voulezloux [T, 10k, Harry/Louis]

it takes a lot of convincing for louis to let harry take him to his first pride. harry understands his worries and fears. really, he does. he just wants to show his boyfriend that he doesn’t have to be alone anymore.

a don’t be afraid to love (and love again) time stamp. Part 2 of trans louis verse

＊ If Life Is a Photograph by @allwaswell16 [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Harry gets plucked out of the crowd to take Louis’ crew pic on stage in Guadalajara.

＊ It Was Electric Touch by @allwaswell16 [E, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Harry, assistant to The Snuts' manager, has been indulging in fantasies about the headliner and founder of the Away From Home Festival, Louis Tomlinson. He gets the chance to indulge in the real thing at the after party.

＊ Tastes Like Violets by @allwaswell16 [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Pop star Harry Styles has a bit of a crush on his makeup artist's brother.

Or Louis has a death metal band, Harry doesn't mind public challenges via Twitter, and Lottie thinks they're both hopelessly chaotic.

＊ Coração selvagem by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter [NR, 50k, Louis/Harry]

Louis keeps his eyes on the Wolf, careful about every movement he makes. He keeps his head tilted, deliberately showing the right side of his neck; the mating gland is on the other side, but this still shows he’s not a threat. Zayn answers at the third ring. “Lou?” he asks, confusion seeping into his voice. “Zed,” Louis says quietly, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible. “Zed, I’ve found Harry. He’s feral.”

Or, Louis' life in his newfound Pack gets disrupted by an old flame coming back for him, shifted and feral.

＊ No Surprises by @louislittletomlintum [E, 21k, Harry/Louis]

The thing was, Louis worked in an office, and it was fine. It could be worse.

But maybe, it could be better.

“I smoke socially, sometimes. Depends who I’m with,” Harry shrugged, taking another puff. Louis watched his soft little lips wrap around it and purse just slightly on the inhale. It wasn’t the first time he considered if Harry was perfectly made just to torment him.

“Hm. I won’t send you to jail for now, then. On crimes of fibbing,” Louis decided benevolently. He was about to open his mouth to spout off some other shite before he saw Harry had a bit of a pensive look in his features despite how his eyes were a little glassy.

“Lou,” he began, and god Louis loved that he’d earned that little nickname off of him. “Can I ask you summat?” Harry added, tapping the ash of the cigarette in the tray before taking another puff.

“You just did,” Louis smiled because Harry walked right into that one. “But I’ll give you another,”

“How did you know you were queer?”

or; an office au where louis is a loveable brat and harry is working himself out

＊ Listening to Intuition by @lululawrence [NR, 5k, Louis/Harry]

Now that Zayn was laying it all out like this, Louis got to wondering… could it be possible that he was never able to get a really good handle on what exactly aromanticism was because he’d never felt romantic attraction, and without that key piece, how could he possibly figure out what it truly meant to be lacking it?

Louis has a good grasp of his own identity and how all the pieces of him fit together in his life as a queer man in a committed relationship with his partner. Or so he thinks until his favorite aroace TikTok creator shows him another possibility he may have previously overlooked. Part 1 of Looking for a Good Time

＊ Smells Like TEAM Spirit by @persephoneflouwers [NR, 10k, Harry/Louis]

Punk Louis and quarterback Harry have been secretly dating for years. Feeling overwhelmed by his commitments, Harry suggests a short break, fearing he can't give Louis enough time. As Louis reflects on his vulnerabilities, Harry struggles on the field without him. Part 1 of ~ Pocket Tales unfolding on Screen ~

＊ If Control is My Religion… by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [E, 14k, Louis/Harry]

“So just to recap, you’ve been vomiting every single morning, and then you seem to be fine for the rest of the day?”

Louis nods. “Except for yesterday when Liam was eating a tuna sandwich after practice and it smelled vile. Who the hell even likes tuna sandwiches?”

Niall sighs in the way that a disappointed parent might. “Louis, please don’t take this in the wrong way, because I’m not judging you at all. But is there any possibility that you’re pregnant?”

Louis scoffs. Technically, it is possible. Louis’ known he was a male carrier since his routine physical when he was sixteen. But it isn’t actually possible, not really. He and Harry always use a condom.

Except for that one day a few weeks ago when Louis had forgotten to buy more and they couldn’t wait. And the time the week before that when the condom had broke, but they both figured it was probably fine.

Shit.

(Or the one where Louis is a professional football player, who’s in a very mutually beneficial no-strings-attached relationship with the team’s medical trainer Harry. Everything in Louis’ life is exactly how he wants it. Until he finds himself unexpectedly pregnant).

＊ Forward by itsraininginengland / @ilovellama14 [E, 10k, Harry/Louis]

Harry and Louis must keep moving forward.

Quiet scenes from an older Louis and Harry, who are always working to be better together.

＊ Yesterday’s gone (it’ll be better than before) by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

Leo’s frown. His attempt to call after Louis. Ed saying he was surprised to see Louis here. All those little moments fell into place the moment he spotted Harry Styles.

Harry Styles, his former bandmate.

Harry Styles, who he hadn’t seen face to face in over three years.

Harry Styles, who was technically still Harry Tomlinson-Styles.

OR Louis and Harry run into each other at the Euros, there's a mix up at the hotel and they have a past

＊ Following the Good Vibes by @lululawrence [NR, 6k, Harry/Louis]

"Oh my god, I can't believe it's really you!" Zayn said with a wide smile, hands on his hips as if he was truly stunned over the fact this guy was sitting just a couple of seats behind him. "I thought it might be when I heard your voice, but I haven't seen you in years! How are you doing..."

It was then Zayn realized he didn't have a fucking clue what this guy's name was and he was pretending they were long lost friends.

After an awkward pause, Zayn finally tacked on, "...Chad!"

When Zayn rescues a stranger named Harry from an awkward plane ride beside a total dick, he doesn't think much of it. Harry as the chance to pay it forward on a later flight, and in doing so he just might set into motion pieces that will determine the path his future takes. Part 2 of Looking for a Good Time

＊ It's Not That I Don't Want You by @parmahamlarrie [E, 12k, Louis/Harry]

It begins with a benign comment during a night in watching a show with his lovely boyfriend, Louis, and leads Harry to a months long journey to understand himself better. Will Harry figure out what makes him feel so different from everyone else? And will he find the courage to tell his boyfriend?

Or a character study into Ace Harry with the most supportive boyfriend, Louis.

＊ I'd Rather You (Hold Me)by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 14k, Zayn/Louis]

He frowns when he hears the dial tone. By now, he knows just how many times the sound will come through, tinny on the speakers, before it clicks over to voicemail, and yet he still feels his heart trip over itself whenever the voice first comes through.

“Hi, you’ve reached Zayn-”

He sighs, rubbing at his forehead, where his headache always tends to bloom when he’s stressed. “Fuck’s sake,” he grumbles, disconnecting the call and resisting the childish urge to redial immediately, knowing that if Zayn’s not picking up now, he won’t no matter how much Louis bugs him.

It’s just - this isn’t like them. It isn’t like Zayn to dodge his calls for days, not unless he’s seriously incapacitated or dead, but if that were the case, Louis would’ve heard. Because Louis is his emergency contact, for one, and both their families know how much they mean to one another. Someone would’ve called, if something had happened, unless Zayn was dead in his own house, and, oh God, what if Zayn’s dead in his own house and Louis has been mentally calling him a dickhead while he’s rotting on the bathroom floor?

Spoiler: Zayn isn't dead. There is however, suddenly a baby.

＊ coming home by @nouies [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]

It’s coming home, one way or another.

＊ Never Wanted Love, Just A Fancy Car by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [M, 7k, Harry/fLouis]

“Anyways,” the man says, “someone as handsome as you shouldn’t be sitting all alone with an empty glass. Can I get you a drink?”Louis raises an eyebrow, snorting. “It’s an open bar,” he says. “The company is buying the drinks.”“Well.” The man laughs nervously. “I suppose so. But it is my company, so. I guess I already bought you a drink?”Louis feels his head jerk up in surprise, his mouth falling open as he looks into the face of COO Harry Styles, son of founder and CEO Desmond Styles.

When graphic designer Louis gets asked out by C-suite executive Harry, he thinks Harry is trying to take advantage of him. But he's willing to take advantage of him right back, if that's what it takes to get ahead in life and get his sister's new business off the ground.

＊ your brightest star by staybeautiful / @harruandlou [E, 35k, Louis/Harry]

“My baby,” Louis whispered into Harry’s neck, closing his eyes tightly into the embrace. Harry squeezed him closer and Louis could feel him nodding into his throat before he kissed him gently behind the ear.

“I love you,” Harry mumbled into his shoulder.

He tried to move closer, but they were already pressed together from cheek to where their ankles were tangled precariously together. “Me too, me too.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered, just for Louis’ ears. They swayed slightly, like a delicate dance to the distilled noise around them.

“Oh, darling. Sunshine.”

Or a series of timestamps from the sunshine, baby! universe 𖤓 Part 2 of you're the sun to me

＊ we could be enough by @hellolovers13 [M, 5k, Harry/Louis]

“You know I am flirting with you, right?”

Louis freezes mid-bite. Just manages not to choke on his steak.

Harry laughs a bit too loudly, almost like he’s nervous. “Yeah, should’ve known you weren’t the observant kind. You think I get this dressed up for a random dinner with a mate on a Tuesday night?”

or Louis never imagined anyone could love him for who he truly is.

Then he meets Harry.

＊ Just The Way You Are by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 780 words, Louis/Harry]

"Do you miss it?" "Miss what, love?" He could hear the frown in Louis’ voice, and tried to subtly release soothing pheromones into the kitchen "You know...sex and all that." "Where's this coming from, Haz?"

Or, the one where Harry confesses his worries, and Louis reassures him. Part 1 of I Just Wanna Love You

＊ This Feels Like Home by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 300 words, Harry/Louis]

After one too many nights alone in a hotel bed, Harry flies home on a whim to surprise his husband.

[bunnyy-123]

Truth or Dare

notes: this has spoilers for Sylus’s lore. This is a tickle fic. Lee! Sylus, Ler! Zayne, Rafayel, and Xavier. This is not a shipping fic.

MC stood by the doorway of her apartment, looking at the four men in front of her with worry. She was going to go shopping with Tara, completely forgetting that she had already made plans with the guys. She wanted to cancel, but they insisted they could wait for her. That meant having to leave the men alone together in her apartment. “Ok so…I’m going now…” MC said. “Safe travels.” Zayne replied. “Can you bring us back noodles?” Xavier asked. “How long are you gonna be gone?!” Rafayel whined. Only Sylus didn’t say anything. “It won’t be long. Just….no fighting , ok?” MC said. “Can you specify what kind of fighting you’re talking about?” Sylus asked.

“What other definition of fighting could there be?” Xavier said. “Physical fighting, verbal fighting…” Sylus replied.

“Play fighting.” Rafayel added. “You guys know what I mean! No threats, no insults, no using your Evol-“ “We understand.” Zayne said. MC closed the door and left. The four men sat on the couch. It was awkward.

“Ugh. This is boring. Does she have any games here?” Rafayel asked. “We shouldn’t go through her stuff.” Zayne said. “Let’s just come up with something else to do.” Xavier said. Rafayel sighed. “If only Miss Bodyguard had some paints in here or something…”

“I have an idea,” Sylus said. “Let’s play a game that will help us get to know each other.” “Do you have something in mind?” Xavier asked.

“I do. It’s called truth or dare.” Sylus smirked. Rafayel scoffed. “You mean the game that girls play at sleepovers?” “I think anyone can play it.” Xavier said. “What are we? A bunch of middle schoolers?”

“You certainly act like one at times.” Zayne said. “Truth or dare it is. Who wants to go first?” Sylus asked. “Since you suggested it, you should go first.” Zayne said. “Ok. Go ahead and ask me.” “Truth or dare?” Xavier asked. “Dare.”

“Of course he’d pick dare.” Rafayel crossed his arms.

“Be quiet. I’m trying to think of something good.” Xavier said. He thought about it for a moment. “Ok, I got it. MC said you like to sing. So, sing something.” Sylus smirked. He did like singing. Unfortunately for the guys, he was not good at it. When he began to sing, they all tried to keep a straight face. Rafayel shot a look at Xavier, who was trying to be polite but it was obvious he was starting to regret his decision. “That was….um….interesting, Sylus.” Zayne said. “Thank you.” Sylus replied. “Yeah. I’m surprised you can hit notes that only dogs can hear.” Rafayel said. Sylus glared at him. “He was not that high pitched Rafayel.” Xavier said. “But the quality of his voice sounded like a dog whistle-“

“You have terrible taste,” Sylus shook his head. “Just for that, it’s your turn Rafayel. Truth or dare?” Rafayel pouted. “Hmph. Truth.” Sylus chuckled. “Just how close are you to MC?” “Why are we bringing her into this?” Zayne questioned. “Yeah, why are we bringing her into this!” Rafayel agreed. “You picked truth. Answer the question.” Sylus responded.

“Well…she’s my bodyguard.” Rafayel said. “Really? Is that the full extent of your relationship with her?” Sylus asked. “You don’t….find her attractive?” “W-what?!” Rafayel exclaimed. “He answered the question. Let’s move on.” Zayne pinched the bridge of his nose. “Xavier, truth or dare?” Rafayel asked.

“Dare.” “Yessss. Finally something fun.” Rafayel grinned. “Now I’m scared.” Xavier said.

“Oh come on, Xavier,” Sylus smirked. “You’re a hunter. Surely you’re not scared of a dare?” “Ok, I’m not scared. But if I’m honest, I’m a little nervous because of what Rafayel said.” Xavier said. “Xavier! I dare you to….lick the floor!” Rafayel ordered. “What? Seriously? That’s it?” “I can be even meaner if you want.”

“…No. I’ll do it.” Xavier got down on his knees. “Is he…actually going to….” Sylus stopped speaking when Xavier leaned down and licked the floor. “That’s disgusting,” Zayne scowled. “Completely unhygienic.” “It was a dare,” Xavier said. “I’m not going to be a coward just because something is gross.” “There are so many germs that could get you sick-“

“Zayne, you’re the only one who didn’t go yet.” Sylus pointed out. “…I don’t appreciate you interrupting me.” Zayne said. “Blah blah blah, germs are gross, we get it.” Rafayel said. “Truth or dare Zayne?” Xavier asked.

“Truth. I am not doing anything ridiculous in front of you.” Zayne huffed. “Ok…hm…what’s your guilty pleasure?” Xavier asked.

“Not that I feel particularly guilty about it, but I guess eating sweets despite telling my patients not to.” Zayne said. “Wow. You’re a hypocrite.” Xavier said. “What? It’s for their own good.” Zayne said. “But now that I’ve answered your question, I suppose it’s my turn to ask someone else.” “Yeah. That’s how it works.” Rafayel nodded. “Or you could end it here if you want.” Sylus said. “Sounds suspicious.” Xavier said. “Sylus, truth or dare?” Zayne asked.

“Truth, since none of you appreciated my singing skills.” Sylus said. “Are you truly invincible?” “Hm….thats a good way of putting things. My evol does allow my wounds to heal quickly.” Sylus nodded. “So, if I stabbed you with my sword, you wouldn’t die?” Xavier questioned. “I’ve been shot through the chest. I’m positive your sword wouldn’t do anything too serious.” Sylus said. “That’s…very interesting.” Zayne said.

“I suppose it is.” Sylus agreed. “But you can feel things right?!” Rafayel asked. “…I am not immune to tactile pain or pleasure if that’s what you’re asking.” Sylus said. “So…if Xavier stabbed you…it would hurt?”

Sylus raised an eyebrow. “Are you two planning an assassination attempt?”

“Hey. Remember what we were told,” Zayne said. “No fighting.” “I’m curious to how this works.” Rafayel stood up and walked to Sylus. “You can feel things but they can’t hurt you?” He prodded Sylus’s shoulder. Sylus sighed.

“I’m curious too. From a medical standpoint.” Zayne said. “I certainly hope you’re not going to poke and prod me like this one here.” Sylus grumbled. Zayne shook his head. Rafayel poked Sylus’s stomach. Sylus flinched and flashed him a glare. “Huh…what an interesting reaction-“ Rafayel kept poking.

“You little brat-“ Sylus protested. “I think he’s ticklish!” Rafayel said. “What?! I am not!” Sylus gave him a death glare. “You suuuuure?”

“I think you have a death wish.” Rafayel started to tickle him. To Zayne and Xavier’s surprise, Sylus actually laughed. “Did….did I hear that right?” Zayne blinked. “Stohohop thahahat!” Sylus squirmed away from Rafayel. “No, I heard it too.” Xavier smirked. “He laughed. He’s ticklish.”

“That’s an amusing development.” Zayne smirked as well. He and Xavier joined Rafayel in on the tickling. Rafayel tickled his stomach, while Zayne and Xavier tickled his sides and ribs. “I’m going to kihihihil you all!” Sylus yelled between laughs. “Hey. You remember MC’s rule, remember? No violence!” Rafayel teased. They tickled him for a few more seconds before stopping. Sylus glared at the three of them, but his ears were bright red. “Guess you’re not invincible after all.” Xavier said and Zayne chuckled. “…Here’s a reminder for you three. I don’t need sleep. You do.” Sylus said.

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HL Fic Library 🌚 Supernatural Fics

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🦇 domestic monsters (series) by @g-uttertrash {E, 234k}

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren't exactly what they seem...)

🦇 Collision by itjustkindahappened / @tequiladimples {E, 226k}

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

🦇 Run Like the Devil by benzos / @churchrat {E, 139k}

Harry stops pouting, but his frown is still fixed in place. “Are you sure?” he asks. “You know it’s your soul you’re signing away.” He sounds…sad? No, that’s not right, but there’s something.

Christ. This is the most incompetent demon Louis’ ever met. If he hadn’t seen the red of his eyes he wouldn’t believe he was a demon at all. How’d he get this job if he isn’t trying to convince Louis to deal? Or is it just another trick? A ploy for sympathy?

“I’m sure,” Louis says. “Come over here and kiss me.”

Supernatural AU. Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

🦇 House of The Rising Sun by @itsmotivatingcara {M, 101k}

“It wasn’t me.” Louis said after they’d walked a block in silence, Harry glanced over in surprise but this time Louis didn’t meet his eyes, instead looking ahead. The moonlight cast shadows under his striking cheekbones, and not for the first time, Harry thought he was eerily beautiful - though immortality would likely have a hand in that. “It was supposed to be, but I got caught up in something else.”

“Something more important than murdering a witch” Harry snarked, “Will wonders never cease.”

He felt Louis’ irritation before he spoke again, “Careful, little lamb.” He murmured.

Little lamb.

Harry despised the nickname Louis had given him when they’d first met nine months prior. Little Lamb to the slaughter, Louis had said mockingly.

Or The Originals AU that no one asked for.

🦇 Black with Autumn Rain by whimsicule {T, 93k}

“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”

Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”

Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”

“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”

or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren't exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

🦇 The Devil In My Brain by @princesshalo {E, 74k}

“Jesus Christ!” Louis yells as he jumps back in reaction to Harry once again popping up out of nowhere.

Harry doesn’t even flinch.

“Quite the opposite.” He jokes, holding out one of the drinks for Louis to take. A freshly sizzling vodka Red Bull; his favorite.

Louis’s initial reaction is the thought you remembered.

His rational brain says, “No thanks.”

“Louis.” Harry says it like a concerned parent, the tone of it matching the way his mum used to say Boo Bear, you have to eat your vegetables to grow up big and strong, and that ignites something feral within him.

“Satan.” He counters, same tone coupled with a glare and a pair of arms crossed over his chest.

Louis used to be good friends with Harry, until he woke up alone and immortal with no one to blame but The Devil himself.

🦇 Tied to Fate by @littlelouishiccups {E, 52k}

After his estranged father’s death, Harry inherits a castle in England that has belonged to his family for generations and he knows nothing about. When he breaks up with his boyfriend, Harry decides England is the perfect place for a small vacation. He isn’t prepared to meet Louis Tomlinson, a ghost who once lived in the castle and has haunted it for over five hundred years. He’s even more unprepared to fall in love with him.

🦇 we should open up (before it's all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface {M, 43k}

“I’m not–” Harry breaks off, his voice strangled as he clutches his phone in his hand. He takes a breath and looks up, trying to keep the tears threatening to spill over at bay. “Louis, I’m not very good company these days. I–”

“Harry,” Louis interrupts, his raspy voice soft and soothing. “I get it. Sometimes it’s just easier to be alone, yeah?”

Harry nods, blinking back the last of his tears.

“But it can get lonely,” Louis states. Harry nods again even though it wasn’t a question, finally looking back at him. “So why don’t we try being alone, together?”

Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people.

Then he meets Louis.

🦇 The Haunting of Louis Tomlinson by @helloamhere {T, 31k}

“I'm not afraid of ghosts,” Louis said.

Every single magnet unstuck itself from the fridge and fell to the floor in a clattering cascade.

“I'm only a little afraid of ghosts,” Louis said.

OR: Louis is a plucky Gothic Heroine, Harry is a Mournful Spirit, and Big Country Houses are full of mystery and suspense, as Big Country Houses ever are!

🦇 Where the World has Come Together by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {M, 26k}

For the crime of elven blood running through his veins, Louis Tomlinson spends his days protecting the human kingdom he’s been cast out of. Forcibly tied by magic to the very walls that encircle the city, he and the other guards do what they can to find some semblance of a life.

Then, against Louis’ wishes, someone new is added to their number. How is he supposed to share living quarters with a monster?

🦇 The Blood of Love by @mugglemirror {E, 25k}

Harry is a nurse and Louis is a painting worth more than a thousand words. As desire and darkness encompasses him, Harry has to learn the secrets of Thorne Hills manor before he succumbs to the mystery that surrounds him.

🦇 Campus Creatures by @kingsofeverything , YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf {E, 25k}

It’s senior year for werewolf Louis Tomlinson and vampire Harry Styles, and as presidents of their respective fraternities, they’re determined to do it right.

Though what that means is anybody’s guess.

🦇 In the Strangest of Ways by SunTomato / @sun-tomato {NR, 17k}

Louis Tomlinson is a historian with English Heritage, specialised local history and folklore. When he is hired to research the origins of a mysterious music sheet, he soon finds he’s not the only one at the manor; a dark presence keeps following him around. The more time he spends at the historic site, the clearer it becomes that something tragic happened here. And when the haunting sounds of a melancholy piano piece accompanied by the vague shadow of a beautiful male figure appear, Louis is determined to find out who this beautiful man was and what happened to him…

🦇 it's time to find your wings again by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed {T, 12k}

The first reports are dismissed, as tall tales or folklore. As mental illness, poor Bathilda, she’d gone loopy. As people simply getting scared in the dark woods and seeing things, making things up. Magic isn’t real. Mythological creatures aren't real.

But then the first one is caught. A faun, that little Meg from around the corner swears has attacked her in the woods, and everyone comes to the marketplace to see the faun be hanged for its crimes. Louis doesn’t want to go, but at the same time, he finds himself unable to stay away. Not when this proves what he’s wanted to believe all along, that magic is real.

Louis is twenty when he starts working at the prison. His fascination for supernatural creatures had turned into something most closely resembling loathing over the years, due to the many stories of their evildoing, and although he still doesn’t believe in hanging them for their crimes, he does believe in keeping the town safe. In making sure that his siblings get to grow up without fear of being kidnapped or hurt. As the oldest son, it feels like his duty to make sure that no creature in the wide area will ever pose a threat to anyone.

🦇 Far Afield by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird {T, 11k}

Harry Styles is a witch who owns the best flower shop in Manchester. Lottie Tomlinson is planning her wedding, and brings her brother along to her first appointment. Both men have been having a bad day and sparks fly.

🦇 Just Your Jinx by @larryatendoftheday {T, 10k}

Harry Styles may or may not have accidentally jinxed his extremely fit new neighbor, and it's not so easy to make things right.

🦇 Babe, There's Something Lonesome About You by patdkitten / @babyarcanacasey {M, 8k}

Louis is a hedge witch, who lives a lonely, solitary life. He's quite happy with his shop in Door County, selling New Age magics to the tourists. He also has his cats and his birds to keep him company. But his best friend Liam thinks he needs someone around, and he's got just the person: Liam's friend Harry is coming to the area for the tourist season and since Louis has all this space....

🦇 Somethin' Old and Red by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {NR, 5k}

There was a ritual with these things. He’d pour a splash into a wine glass —his favourite little joke was telling humans he loved a nice glass of red every now and again— then sat down in his living room and listened to music while he drank. Every time he changed the record —or, what was it they called them nowadays? 8tracks? MP3s? Playlists? It was difficult for Harry to keep up with the technology, especially as much as things had changed over the last few decades— he would change the music before refilling the glass. He liked to savour his meals. He could get at least two evenings out of a bag that way, which worked very well for Harry’s schedule. His wine glass was in front of him on the counter, and he was ready to pour.

🦇 The Hidden Hills Restaurant by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose {E, 4k}

“Are you sure you want to hear about this? Wouldn’t you rather hear about what I’ll do to you? How often? How long? How many fin—“

“I like to get to know my potential clients before agreeing to anything,” Louis says and lays down the menu. He’s thinking of steak. Something meaty, juicy, and hearty.

Harry’s arched eyebrow at the word ‘potential’ doesn’t escape Louis’ notice.

or the one where Louis is a personal feeder and Harry is the vampire to be his next client

🦇 Rapture by @allwaswell16 {E, 3k}

It was New Year's Eve in Victorian London, and a lonely vampire could no longer resist the stunning lamplighter he watched night after night.

Or, a vampire Harry fic because what says the holidays like Victorian vampires?

🦇 Just a little taste by @lunarheslwt {G, 3k}

“Little dove,” Louis crooned, making Harry shiver a little, affected, “you’re shaking. Do you want to bite?” Harry stilled. He knew what Louis was asking. He knew Louis probably could sense how in dire need of comfort he was. He knew Louis was offering. And yet- “No,” he whispered, even as he felt the strong urge to let his lips trace the well-known path to the spot he usually bit into, “I could hurt you.” “Harry, my darling, you haven’t hurt me once in the numerous times you’ve needed to bite. Today will be no different. You know it’ll do you good.” Harry sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, torn. In the end, it was an offer he was too weak to resist. “So…do you want to? Little taste?” “Yeah,” Harry rasped out, “please.”

Or, Harry is a vampire that comes home one night, grappling with the darkness that comes with being one. Louis offers him unwavering love, acceptance and the one thing he needs but is reluctant to ask for; permission to bite for the sake of comfort and safety seeking.

[acacia-may]

🎶✨when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨(this is not mandatory, no pressure 🙏)

Thank you so much for the asks and for the positivity @f-oighear, @loosesodamarble, and Anon-friend! 💖 You are all so lovely, and I'm so flattered that you're so interested in my music tastes. I thought it would be best to combine my answers to your asks into a big list in one post, and I tried to pick songs that I've listened to within the last week. I hope you like them!!

For Oighear (I tried to pick songs that I feel fit you and/or your amazing fics' vibe, so I hope you like these!) [Spotify and YouTube Links]

To Begin Again (YouTube) by Ingrid Michaelson & ZAYN (I actually learned of this song from you, and I can't stop listening to it, so thank you so much for introducing me to it!)

Wallflower (YouTube) by Molly Parden, The Brook & The Bluff

Must Have Done Something Right (YouTube) by Relient K (genre wise this is might seem out of left field lol, but it reminds me of Astelle, especially the delightful way you write them and it was on a playlist I was listening to yesterday so I've included it!)

Ceilings (YouTube) by Lizzy McAlpine

Better (YouTube) by Regina Spektor

Since I included a song I know you knew already here's a bonus one: You (YouTube) By A Great Big World

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For Erika (most of these are either heart-wrenching angst or 'finding healing' and/or 'learning to love again' songs so I hope you'll like them! And I've listed 6 here so there would be a balance of angst & post-angst) [Spotify and YouTube Links]

It's Gonna Be OK (YouTube) by BANNERS

Wrecked (YouTube) by Imagine Dragons (this is the Sanemi Shinazugawa song. I don't make the rules!)

In The Stars (YouTube) by Benson Boone

Let Your Heart Hold Fast (YouTube) by Fort Atlantic (could be a Nacht song? Maybe? Is it too much of a reach??)

She's Got A Way (YouTube) by Billy Joel

Perfectly Broken (YouTube) by BANNERS (again) (Who hurt you, BANNERS????)

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For Anon-Friend (these are just some songs that I've been listening to a lot recently and that I really enjoy and hope you will too!) [Spotify and YouTube Links]

A Summer Song (YouTube) by Chad & Jeremy

When You're Gone (YouTube) by The Cranberries

About A Girl (YouTube) by The Academy Is...

Beautiful World (YouTube) by The Chevin

Something Changed (YouTube) by Pulp

And a bonus: Sunset on Summerville (YouTube) by Madds Buckley (It's a fan song, but I cannot get enough of it!! So good!)

[theeliampayne]

Drabble the boys trying Zayns hot sauce?

“Hey, boys, c'mere!”

Zayn shifts his gaze to the doorway as the four come running in, nearly tripping over each other like a litter of puppies.

He smiles fondly, lifting up the bottle of hot sauce to show them when they come tumbling into the kitchen.“I want you all to try this.”

“Ah, our gardener's sharing his sauce now,” Liam grins, gently shoving the others out of the way so he can get to Zayn first, planting a kiss on his lips once he walks over.

“Shut up,” Zayn giggles, pushing Liam back by the chest. “Just grab a wing so you can try some.”

Liam chuckles, nodding for the other three to come over as he grabs a plate to prepare the chicken wings Zayn already made for them to try.

He puts the wings on the plate and then slides it over to Zayn to put the sauce on them. “Here. Do your magic, love.”

Zayn rolls his eyes with a fond smile as he opens the bottle and pours some of the hot sauce onto each chicken wing, setting it down in front of the four once he's finished.

“Dig in, lads,” Zayn grins, watching as the four share a glance before they each pick up a chicken wing.

“Cheers,” Louis says before the four of them simultaneously take a bite of their wings, each having a different reaction.

Louis just barely holds back a wince as he swallows his bite of the chicken wing, trying not to seem as affected as he really is. “Bit hot, innit?”

Zayn laughs at his reaction, then turns to Harry to see how bad he's doing with the wing.

“Not just a bit, Lou,” Harry mutters, nearly touching his eye before Liam quickly pulls it back and hands him a napkin instead.

“Tastes good, though,” Niall shrugs, doing a lot better with the sauce than Zayn thought he would, though he was sweating a bit.

“Good zauce,” Liam agrees with a nod, giggling softly at his own joke as he leans against Zayn, giving him an affectionate nuzzle to the cheek.

“Don't get all lovey-dovey now, please,” Louis groans, pushing Liam away from Zayn, but not before Liam snuck in a quick peck to Zayn's cheek.

“What?” Liam smirks, soon pulling Louis in closer and kissing his head. “You want some too? You jealous, Tommo? I've got plenty of love to spare, now, for all of you.”

“No, no,” Louis huffs, pulling away from Liam. “None of that, Payno. None of that.”

“More for Zayn, then,” Liam teases, leaning back against Zayn again. He raises a brow at Louis, who gives scowls back playfully and pinches Liam's side.

“Maybe you're just mad that Harry's not giving you this kind of love,” Zayn smirks, rubbing Liam's side where Louis pinched it.

“Never,” Louis rolls his eyes, planting a kiss to Harry's lips, giving a light chuckle when Harry nearly pulls back in surprise. “I can always do that if I want, whenever you two get all affectionate without us. If anything, Niall's the jealous one.”

“Hey, leave me outta this,” Niall chuckles, quickly swallowing the second bite of his chicken wing. “I'm just enjoying Zayn's sauce.”

“You enjoy anything Zayn gives you,” Liam chuckles.

“So it's good, then?” Zayn raises his brows, his smile slowly widening and his eyes subtly lighting up.

“It's good,” the four agree, to which Zayn smiles hard at.

“Thanks, boys.”

[yoshihashismattebum]

I dont know if this is a weird question but how did you get into wrestling also who’s your favorite wrestler? (Mine is Kenny Omega)

Hi! Not a weird question at all!

So I'm one of those odd people who actually got into wrestling through video games! (But so did Shinsuke Nakamura, so I'm in good company!) I love a good character creator (can literally spend hours in them) and a YouTuber I watched at the time (thanks NerdCubed) was covering the WWE 2k games. Needless to say, my mind was blown. I decided I *needed* to buy it, even though I had no interest in wrestling at the time... And I loved it!

Then at about the same time (2015) some uni friends and I had started playing the old Smackdown vs. RAW games on an old PS2, and we were having so much fun that we decided we should watch some actual wrestling! Our first PPV was WWE Hell in a Cell 2015. We had such a blast that we ended up staying up until 5am for every PPV after that (oh to be 20 again – it would literally kill me if I tried to do that now). I fell *deep* into the wrestling rabbit hole after that (thanks, suspected neurodivergence) and 8 years later... here we are!

As for NJPW specifically, I started watching in 2019 because I'd quit WWE cold turkey and I needed something to fill the gap. (I'd always promised that I'd stop watching if they brought back noted racist Hulk Hogan... and then they did. So I had to follow through.) But I'd already realised through watching NXT that I preferred other styles of wrestling to the main roster WWE style, so it was the best thing that's happened to me as a wrestling fan really!

As for my favourite wrestler... it depends on when you ask me tbh! There are so many great wrestlers out there and I find it really hard to narrow it down to just one. Kenny is up there for me too, definitely. He's so damn good. But if you forced me to choose right now, I'd probably (after much complaining and indecision) have to say Zack Sabre Jr! He's on such a tear right now, and I adore his technical style. Plus his promos crack me up and I like his politics and taste in music. 

But honourable mentions to Eddie Kingston, Bryan Danielson, Tomohiro Ishii, Shingo Takagi, Willow Nightingale and Jamie Hayter (pls come back soon), and Sami Zayn who was my first favourite. Plus many more who I'm sure I've forgotten!

Sorry for the long-winded answer – I didn't have time to write a shorter one! Hope that answers your questions though!

[amazinglyashy]

hellow ash! Dropping here since I got hooked from the last post ehe. If it's okay...idk if its OOC but, can you do some shorts or fic on like mc just wanting a peaceful, quiet life? away from fighting or mental battle. Esp Raf and Sy, they canonly seem to be the ones with most hard-core agenda. What if MC just want peace, yet entangled with them is sureway of NOT having that life? can they make it happen? or will they just shield mc in her dream fantasy life while they battle the real world? as we know even mc herself is already target from many unwanted people...so how?? idk sorry for ramblinggg😫😫😫

(its kinda personal since if I could, I'd just live in a small town with a garden like harvest moon game, away from stress and ambitious grasp of capitalism, buttt yea that's a dream only 🥲🙃)

I'm a firm believer that MC is however me and my readers/requesters make them, so no worries about OOC here :D also don't ever worry about rambling, I always love your comments on my posts and works 😭😭❤️ I did my best, hope you enjoy!!

LaDS men when all you want is to live a quiet life -

Sylus -

He knows his way in and out of the world, and every which way to get what he wants. Still, knowing your wishes-

It's hard.

Not because it's not conducive in your relationship, no- he'd give you the world if you so much as asked him. But it is a bit... difficult, to say the least, trying to figure out how to acquire you the life you seem desperate for.

He does understand your reasoning, though.

He would do his best to first make some of his more rural safe houses even more habitable- style choices that fit your tastes, a nook for you to relax in or do work, and anything you could think of that would help with your hobbies. Those houses become your little retreat, and they always have anything you could ever want stocked to the brim.

Luke and Kieran visit you often, or will occasionally take you elsewhere for a day out in town or further in the city. Unbeknownst to you, it's usually when someone has been targeting you and Sylus is... taking care of it behind your back.

Even if he can't stop his work after being so deep after all these years- even if he can't stop the people who are constantly targeting you for simply existed- he's going to do absolutely everything within his power to ensure you get to live the life you have chosen.

Especially with him.

Zayne -

All he wants in life is to help you find your peace.

That's all.

If living a quiet life is what helps you achieve that, then he's all for it.

He may sheepishly admit to you just how worried your Hunter's Association job would make him, wondering if the next gurney wheeled into his operating room would be you after a particularly grueling battle, or after running into the wrong person who had been after you for what nestled within your heart.

So this is definitely a plus to him.

By extension, he's also perfectly fine if you want to be stay-at-home. He makes more than enough as a surgeon to support the both of you extremely comfortably, and he knows that life really... hasn't been the kindest to you.

He's used to a bit of a commute, just trying to fight out of his driveway in the city center, so if you want to live somewhere further out in order to have space to garden, he'll figure out how to make it a reality for you.

Sometimes, he'll come home with something new for you- a type of seed for the coming season, a new book, some fresh supply for a craft you've been working on- anything, and he takes a lot of pleasure in seeing the smile break across your face whenever he does.

Rafayel -

Oh that's easy. Four words-

Beach house + Sea God.

Easy.

Hearing your wish surprises him a little, but it's nothing if not relieving to him.

He's spent forever, and then again, just trying to find you and also ensure your safety- from both up close, and from afar. It's difficult with how much trouble you get yourself into, and with the trouble you don't get yourself into that just seems to find you.

Honestly, this just makes his life so much easier.

Rafayel is so used to soloing against people looking to do you harm or bring trouble to you, so this isn't too much different than what he used to do before you two met again. And if you come to live with him along the seaside, it's that much easier for him.

He's in his element, so discovering anything insidious lurking near is easy, and he can usually take care of the issue long before it could ever reach you, much less get to you and you finally getting to have a breather in life.

One of his favorite things is a quiet day at home with you, sitting high on a ladder as he works on another giant painting, working towards the top just so that he can peer out the window- he loves watching you work on the garden boxes he bought for you, even if you don't notice him yourself.

Xavier -

He's bared witness to everything you've been through- at least the worst of it. Anything he hasn't, you've definitely brought him up to speed with nervous laughs and late night conversation when the two of you were awake past when you should be.

So he knows.

He knows you mean it when you tell him your wish.

He also knows you more than deserve it.

Xavier will smile it off easily, asking you if that isn't already what you've been doing with him- snuggling during the colder months on the couch in his apartment, waiting for him to finish his assignments and come home to a half-finished movie and a stale bowl of popcorn you fell asleep eating. The butter was tacky now like the tips of your fingers against the blanket he'll need to wash tomorrow as he picks you up to take you to bed.

Living somewhere out of the city is doable to him, and he'll let you pick the place. Occasional visits into the city are a necessity, though- how else is he going to supply Jerimiah with the harvests from your gorgeous garden if not? It's a nice little living, in addition to whatever Xavier brings in.

It also helps him really appreciate the smaller things in life. He never really knew how much he would love dancing in the kitchen as the sun sets through the window, until now.

[gascon-en-exil]

So, based on your latest video, I'm assuming Derek's your favorite of the love interests for Jock Studio? I have to say amazing taste!

I actually picked him there because his CG hit the largest number of points I wanted to make while also being technically SFW. I do like Derek; he's got that soft Dom vibe and the writing could potentially do some interesting things with his past as a porn star and how that plays into his experiences during the games. However, I don't know for sure if I have a favorite just based on the first demo?

My biggest issue with Derek right now is that it's very obvious that he and Zayne share a voice actor. So do Leo and Bryce - but at least it's less noticeable with them. I really have to wonder why such a high-profile, big-budget game would choose to hire only four voice actors for the six love interests, especially when they have additional VAs doing side character work. Maybe that's something that'll get refined down the line, but...Derek/Zayne is one of the jock pairings we're supposed to be getting as a stretch goal, and as of now I don't know how seriously I'll be able to take any scenes with the two of them when it's going to sound so clearly like one guy talking to himself.

I think I'm most excited to see what they do with Bryce, who's got the whole frat bro gay4pay internalized homophobia thing going on. That has the potential to go to some seriously dark places that BLits's earlier games have never touched upon because they exist in a world where all men are just gay/bi as a point of fact.

EDIT: was going to show off Bryce's CG here to indicate that it definitely isn't YouTube-safe, but Tumblr did some weird censoring on this post just for having it, so...if you know you know.

I thought about doing Avan too, because I've compared his CG before to the notoriously censored Tharja Summer Scramble CG...but I was also worried that one was a little too racy.

I don't think I dislike any of the jocks so far. Leo and Yuuto are the least interesting to me because of their body types, energy, and/or the suggestion of what kinky stuff they each might get tied into, but they're still fine. It'll be interesting to see what we hear about the second demo this Saturday, since it's supposed to be showing off the various new gameplay features. A release date would be great too, since all we know so far is that it'll be out before the end of the year.

[somethingboutafic]

Angst

I'm Sorry, My Policeman by LilyBlue28 (NR) word count: 1,239 Louis sees My Policeman for the first time at the screening with Harry, and it hits him right in the heart.

Meet Me In The Hallway by bananaheathen (E) word count: 15,846 The sequel where we find out what happens in the New Year after Harry and Louis' one-night stand in It's Thursday.

I Can't Change (But I Wanna Be Yours) by Cy_v (NR) word count: 19,150 Or the one where Harry has anxiety and let's Zayn talk him into getting a tattoo, and that's fine except for the fact that Louis is his tattoo artist, and well...

Get Out Of My Head (and I'll get out of yours) by Imogenlee (E) word count: 29,128 The one for the Bottom Harry Fic Fest where Harry bottoming is more of a side plot, because angst got in the way--but it doesn't really matter because the fest stopped existing when I was halfthrough.

Core 'ngrato by Velvetoscar (NR) word count: 49,626 It's been over a year since Louis broke up with Harry and Harry still believes in forever. And maybe the world does, too.

Chasing Empty Spaces by Lis(domesticharry) (E) word count: 79,028 The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

One More Taste of Your Lips by CanadianLarrie, MsHydeStylinson (E) word count: 80,035 It had been eight years since the hiatus began, and Louis had spent that time writing and recording music, touring and making it safely through the pandemic. When the opportunity arose to go back on tour with One Direction, Louis knew he'd be a fool not to take it. Sure, life on the road would be different after all this time apart, but he was looking forward to experiencing that comradery again. What he hadn't realised was that living the better part of nine months in each other's pockets was bound to dredge up issues from his past. And when one of the pockets belonged to Harry, who he'd had a rather unconventional friendship with that drifted apart during their last tour, life on the road again would upend both their lives in irrevocable ways. Harry wasn’t that sixteen year old boy anymore. Nor was he the young man in his late teens who was on the cusp of conquering the entire world. But some traits seemed to remain the same; his vibrant green eyes, the dimples set deeply in his cheeks whenever he laughed earnestly, or his curls that were the same shade of cocoa that Louis remembered fondly. And yet, Louis had absolutely no idea who this man that stood a mere twenty paces away was today.

Perfect Storm by cherrystreet (E) word count: 80,230 What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding. Harry and Louis choose the latter.

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds (NR) word count: 88,649 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Mine Would Be You by crinkle-eyed-boo(KimmieRocks) (E) word count: 114,698 Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

Fucking Animals by pointerbrother (E) word count: 116,687 Louis is the frontman of an equal rights-movement, author of a book about beta-omega marriage and the struggles of being born and boxed into a personality you don't necessarily feel you fit. The notion that an omega must want to be with an alpha or else he or she's just settling for less, is bullshit. But, fucking hell.

Never Be by cherrystreet (E) word count: 117,522 The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

Drops of Jupiter by Itsmotivatingcara (M) word count: 121,826 In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn't have room for. He thought the worst he'd have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that's impossible not to fall in love with. But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns' darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills? And what will Louis do when the charming Sheriff Styles starts to suspect him of such a heinous crime?

In The Name of Being Honest by sunlouwerhabit, therogueskimo (M) word count: 123,563 After two years of living in an everlasting cycle of work, sleep, and regret, Louis finds himself wandering brand new streets perpetually haunted by the ghosts of his past. The Chicago Fic.

Golden by shaylea (E) word count: 128,077 On a rainy night in Auckland in the middle of his world tour, popstar Harry Styles loses his ability to carry on. Instead of continuing to Sydney and the rest of his tour, he seeks sanctuary with Louis Tomlinson, a man with a macadamia nut farm and a mysterious past.

For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) by green_feelings (E) word count: 128,451 After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews (E) word count: 134,891 AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too. Don't hum Bolero.

Take My Breath Away by RealityBetterThanFiction (E) word count: 153,658 There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line.Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground. - Top Gun AU

Given a Chance by Fabby (E) word count: 173,467 The one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.

Fading by tothemoonmydear (M) word count: 202,393 Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

One More Time Again by orphan_account (E) word count: 232,268 On the morning of his second sold-out performance at Madison Square Garden, Harry wakes up to find that he's sixteen years old, on The X Factor, and that he has a chance to make things right. A canon-compliant fix-it fic (sort of).

[wolfofcelestia]

X: They think I would suit her best...

R: Wrong! If I had to be reminded of Zayne being the default winner, you have to be reminded too. You’re second best after him. Only because 4.5% of the voters misclicked, yeah?

X: So you're saying that many people just happened to have their fingers slip on this specific poll?

R: I know right?? I would have had 20% more votes if there wasn't a dead man in the running...

C, offscreen: She barely even talks to you. Why are you so upset?

R: It’s like I can still hear his voice.

C: I’m not dead!!

R: At least I wasn't the one who got 10%. I’d crawl into a hole and live there like a hermit crab for a week if I lost that badly.

X: …Where is he anyway?

S: If you keep running from me, I'll keep chasing you.

MC: Just because I ignored your text for five minutes doesn't mean I'm running from you.

S: Just stay here with me so we can talk face to face. I've seen the way you look at me when I'm close to you.

MC: It's hard not to look at you when you're always up in my face. Your breath stinks btw.

S: Don't lie, sweetie. It's gin fizz with a spritz of lime. I can make you one if you like. Or would you rather taste it on my tongue?

MC: Ugh, at this point, I do need a drink...

Thanks for voting, everyone! I do agree with the majority that my MC would look like she was dating Xavier if Zayne wasn’t in the picture. They both have a lowkey comfy style and an affinity with stars and space. But them being so similar and yet not together is also part of my MC lore so I guess it works out lol

I’ve never really thought about my MC with Raf or Caleb but I think between the two, my MC would be more comfortable with Caleb because of their childhood friendship. I feel like Raf and my MC would just constantly be bickering lol

Sylus has a whole lore with my MC so I guess he’s a special case. Also this dynamic is also a thing lol

Anyway, here’s Zayne taking his girl back lol

Z: Did you have fun? It's time to go home now.

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— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for July 2023! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

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＊ Not Safe For Work by bluegreenish / @greenblueish [E, 23k, Harry/Louis]

I want to drown myself in Harry’s scent until I smell like him.

“I think I'm open to trying that too. Sounds very good.”

Louis shakes his head a little to get out of the Harry’s-scent-spiral. “Huh?”

“The dish your finger's pointing at. I thought that might be what you’re choosing?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

or, the one where the boys work at Niall's fashion start-up 28 Programme Designs, and omega Louis has a lot of not safe for work thoughts about his colleague Harry, but little does he know that the alpha can read minds.

＊ Let The Ocean Worry About Being Blue by bluegreenish / @greenblueish [E, 5k, Louis/Harry]

In a society where young adults go through the so-called Colour Test which determines their affiliation to a Colour - Blue, Yellow, Red or Green - and thus where they'll live, work and socialise for the rest of their lives, Harry is finally about to take the Test. Born and raised in Yellow, he met his boyfriend when he was still a teenager - against the government's recommendation. Louis, however, changed from Yellow to Blue two years ago. The problem: Harry needs to receive a Blue Test result as well, because a relationship between two people who live in different Colours is forbidden.

＊ The Truth In Me by @hellolovers13 [G, 1k, Harry & Zayn]

Harry is ready to come out to her best friend. Series. Part 2 of She

＊ Hold On Tighter by @hellolovers13 [G, 1k, Harry]

Harry finally has the house to herself again. Or so she thought. Series. Part 3 of She

＊ Take the Moment and Taste It by @hellolovers13 [E, 4k, Louis/Harry]

“You made him a bracelet?”

“Yeah. It’s a whole thing, people make these friendship bracelets and trade them at the shows. I got a bunch from fans while I was there, but I wanted to give Harry one, with my number on it.”

“Your number as in 28, your squad number, or your phone number?”

Louis smirked. “You know which one.”

or Louis didn't get the chance to give Harry his bracelet in person, but Harry isn't one to leave fate alone.

＊ Glasgow by @hellolovers13 [T, 859 words, Harry/Louis]

Louis' first moments with his newborn daughter. Part 3 of When the City’s Sleeping

＊ Paris in the Rain by @aquamarinedaffodil [T, 17k, Louis/Harry]

“Of course, I want to go to Paris with you,” Harry declares fondly, pushing himself up with one warm palm on Louis’ chest. Pleased, Louis smooths his hands over Harry’s thighs and licks his lips. His vision narrows as his eyes crinkle with the grin unfurling on his face.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” His cheeks heat up as Harry stares at him with a mix of excitement and disbelief in his eyes, those gorgeous emerald eyes that have become Louis’ favourite thing to wake up to. Reaching for Harry’s hand on his chest, he interlaces their fingers, pressing a tender kiss to Harry’s knuckles. “Happy Birthday, baby.”

I love you, Louis thinks but doesn’t say.

That’s what Paris is for.

— Or Louis attempts his first-ever grand romantic gesture and things don’t go according to plan.

Series. Part 2 of Darling Universe

＊ Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface [E, 44k, Harry/Louis]

Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

＊ A Social Construct by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf [E, 7k, Louis/Harry]

Five times Harry and Louis try to lose their virginity and one time they finally do. Part 4 of Swallow My Words

＊ does it always end in heartbreak? by fearsparks / @onlythebravest [E, 47k, Harry/Louis]

It was only when Harry and Niall were on the bus on their way home that Harry got the chance to ask him what he thought of Louis.

“He’s great. I really like him.”

“Yeah?”

Niall nodded. “Think you’ve found a jealous one though,” he added. “A jealous and protective one.”

Harry sighed. “If he stays.”

“You haven’t told him yet?”

“You think I wouldn’t call you the moment I did so and tell you?” His voice changed, turned a bit shakier, when he continued, “I’m going to. Next date. I just –”

(Life never plays out the way one wants it to and no one ever goes through it unharmed. A story of two relationships, two life stages and more than only two broken hearts.)

＊ Running Over Thoughts That Make My Feet Hurt by @enchantedlandcoffee [E, 4k, Louis/Harry]

Louis is the little league coach of 'The Ducklings', the team that Harry's daughter plays for. Whilst she tries her best, she doesn't quite have the skills so Coach Tommo steps in. He offers private lessons to try and help her, and if he gets in her dad's good books? Well that'd just be a bonus.

＊ Are you ready for a new sensation? by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Louis's never had his toes sucked. Harry can't let that stand.

＊ No (Birth) Control by @haztobegood [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]

They’d been so careful the past few years, ever since the twins were born. Two pups were quite a handful. But, the twins just turned four. They’d be nearly five. They knew someday they’d try for more. Was that distant someday finally now?

“Or maybe…” Harry paused unsure how to say what he was thinking. He bit his lower lip, averted his eyes. Would Louis be on the same page?

Louis waited a few moments before prodding, “Maybe, what?”

“Maybe we go without,” Harry said. Dropping his voice, he whispered a suggestion into Louis’ ear. “Maybe you could breed me for real this time.”

Or, An unfortunate situation left Harry without contraceptives a day before his heat.

＊ Into The Mist by @babyhoneyhslt [M, 15k+, wip, Harry/Louis]

Sneaking on board the famous pirate ship Compass Arrow to get a story for his journalist father, Harry must do everything to keep a low profile. But when one of the crew discovers him, hiding from the ruthless Captain Tommo becomes almost impossible.

＊ Meet In A Minute At The Rendezvous by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

Harry and Louis' sons are on rival high school football teams. And whenever they play each other, Harry and Louis sneak off to hook up in the restrooms after halftime. They've never been caught yet -- and if they were, it's anyone's guess whether people would be more scandalized by what they're doing or who they're doing it with. When their sons are injured on the field, Niall comes to find them.

＊ Truth Is I'm Gonna Dare by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

“Truth or dare?” Louis asks.Harry takes a sip from his beer. “Dare.”Louis’ eyebrows rise. “Feeling brave, are we?” His forehead wrinkles for a moment as he considers the possibilities, and Harry feels a pang of unease twist in his gut, though it’s quickly drowned by another sip of his drink.A billow of laughter rises up from below, some group of strangers wandering home from their own festivities, and a wicked grin spreads across Louis’ face as he peers down through the railing. “I dare you to piss off this balcony.”

Or, Harry and Louis are groomsmen for Niall and Shawn's wedding. At the bachelor party, they realize they have a few things in common.

＊ Make Me Your Aphrodite by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [M, 16k, Louis/Harry]

“I just – I don’t know." Harry sighs. "I go on so many dates, and they’re all just… nothing. The guys are boring, or they’re terrible in bed, or there’s just no chemistry. It’s just so frustrating. Enough to make a girl want to give up on men altogether.”

“I mean, I did give up on men, like a decade ago,” Louis says, laughing. “Have you tried dating girls?”

It’s meant as a joke, but Harry looks thoughtful. “Maybe I should,” she says. “I’ve considered it, but never actually tried – I mean, goodness knows it can’t be any worse than some of the guys I’ve gone out with.”

Louis blinks. “Wait, do you – are you serious?”

“Why not?” Harry says, pulling out her phone. “I’ll change my Tinder settings right now, look.” She taps the screen a few times, navigating through the pages. “If it doesn’t pan out, then oh well, I’ve had some nice conversations with some nice girls – not the worst thing. Maybe we can even be friends. And if it does…” She smiles. “Well. You know.”

Written for the 1D Astro Fic Fest, based on the prompting heavenly body: Venus.

＊ Ice, Ice, Baby by cherrylarry / @beelou [G, 1k, Louis/Harry]

Figure skater Harry takes Louis out on the ice for the first time

＊ (Gimme a Solution and) Watch Me Run With It by @lululawrence [NR, 21k, Louis/Harry]

This second, this minute, this hour, this day... hell, this week the trend was for Harry to feel overwhelmed. He was having a hard time not drowning in all of the responsibilities he had heaped upon himself and it had exhausted him. Beyond that, really. He had gotten to the point where he didn't even remember why he used to be so focused on getting back on stage every night.

Fine. Maybe this trend had been going on for even longer than a week. It might have even been months.

Harry is getting dangerously close to his breaking point, and that is when things start to change, starting with a favorite childhood sweet a member of the touring crew leaves for him in his dressing room.

＊ U-Pop Truck Stop by @kingsofeverything [E, 4k, Harry/Louis]

After driving their big rigs all day, Harry and Louis park at the same truck stop.

＊ In Shining Armour of Trackie and Trainers by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [T, 9k, Louis/Harry]

Online dating isn't exactly working for Harry. In fact, it couldn't really be going much worse. But then the door of the bar opens, and the pack of friends walking in parts and - that’s Louis Tomlinson.

Louis fucking Tomlinson.

＊ The Touch of Your Hand by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 8k, Harry/Louis]

Louis has decided to bite the bullet and get himself a dick piercing. He knows it’s going to hurt, but what he doesn’t know is how to calm down when he finds himself on the brink of a panic attack in front of the incredibly attractive piercer, Harry. Luckily, Harry is really sweet and offers to help ease his nerves.

＊ Proper Little Darling by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 6k, Louis/Harry]

Harry loves the days when Louis makes him dress up pretty and tells him not to go to the loo. Today is one of those days. Their fun, however, does not go quite as planned…

＊ I got me an appetite, now I can taste it by @enchantedlandcoffee [E, 935 words, Harry/Louis]

"Haz, are you sure about this? I don't want to hurt you, love." Louis asked, hovering over Harry's chest.

"Lou..." The omega whined, bringing his hands to the alpha's butt in an attempt to bring him closer. "You won't hurt me."

"Are you sure?" Louis asked again, staying rooted in his position until he was sure he wouldn't hurt the omega.

"I'm sure," Harry whined, moving his hands to the top of Louis' thighs. "How about this? If I'm uncomfortable in any way, I'll tap you twice, like this, okay?" The omega demonstrated the movement for Louis, tapping twice on the alpha's upper thigh.

OR Louis and Harry try something new in the bedroom.

＊ (drippin' on me) till my feet are wet by @justanothershadeofblue [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

They’ve known each other so long, is the thing. More than a decade, at this point; their entire adult lives. They know each other with a deep and abiding familiarity, know each other's ins and outs, hopes and fears, secrets and kinks. There’s nothing hidden between them, and little that escapes each other’s notice.

All of which is to say, Louis knows exactly what Harry’s up to, making this huge pitcher of lemonade and waiting until the lads were out the door to bring it outside and press a cold glass into Louis’ hand. He’d poured the liquid carefully, sunglasses concealing his gaze as he filled it to the top.

“Drink up,” Harry had said, and Louis had, tipping the contents down his throat in one long pull, letting a few drops slip free and run down, chilled and sweet, into his short beard. He’d caught Harry’s eye and held out his glass for more. “Good,” Harry had said, voice deep, and filled it again.

＊ The Beautiful Game (Group Stage) by @justanothershadeofblue [E, 2k+, wip, ot5]

Neil: Right, lads, you ready for this?

LouLou🍋: bloody christ

Neil: Kick on the first game is in three days!!

Leeyum: kick on wut?

Neil: *slaps you* The Women’s World Cup, you eejit! Where have you been?

Leeyum: London mostly

Z: ☘️ gon 2 win it all thn?

Neil: Obviously! Have you seen Katie McCabe play lately?

Z: she is good u rt

Haz: What are we doing?

Neil: Right, there are 32 teams going in. Five elimination rounds. We’ll leave England and Ireland out of it, since we’re all biased there.

LouLou🍋: oh god here it comes

Neil: I’ve assigned us all six teams each. We’re playing old tour rules.

＊ Play for Keeps by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [M, 18k, Harry/Louis]

Aside from being a supportive friend, all Louis expects from being dragged to an annual board game convention is boredom. Then, he meets Harry, and suddenly conventions aren’t as boring as he thought.

＊ Speed Dates and Slow Lanes by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian [E, 35k, Louis/Harry]

Overworked drama TA and script reader Louis Tomlinson just wants to make it through the end of the semester unscathed when an impromptu road trip turns his relationship with his best friend and roommate Harry Styles upside down.

Basically, this is the story of what happens AFTER a pair of idiots try to become lovers.

Co-starring Harry’s vintage Mercedes named Delilah, with cameos by Shakespeare, mix tapes, Denny’s, Walmart, Frank Sinatra, Joshua Tree National Park, Harry’s crocheted bucket hat, and Louis’ mesh tank top.

Based on the prompt: "harry & louis not together but living together get into a fight, and harry goes: "get in the car” “what” “get in the car. we are going for a drive and we are not coming home until we figure this out" “harry, it’s 11pm on a tuesday” “so what. get in.” and they solve their issues and end up having to stay at a bnb cause they drove too far, and guess what yea baby there is only one bed."

＊ The Heart's Home by @homosociallyyours [T, 10k, Harry/Louis]

Louis is alone in the world, working long hours at a restaurant job that barely pays his bills, when he's roped into helping his bosses with a scheme. All he has to do is guard the special catch they've brought in, the one that they expect will bring them unbelievable wealth. But there's a problem: the creature they've caught is definitely half human, with the heart and soul of a human and the voice of an angel. Louis knows immediately that he can't let this mer-squid, Harry, become a wealthy person's dinner. As they spend more time together, growing ever closer, Louis realizes that he's got to find a way to get Harry back to his home-- the sea --even if the thought of losing him hurts and doing it means risking everything.

[seekforwarmth]

Hellooooo from your Secret Santa🎄🧑🏻‍🎄🤍:

I hope you didn't think I forgot about you, because I didn't! <3 Here I am💕💕

Don't worry, I'm enjoying these messages a lot! They're not stressful at all and I'm loving writing to you<3

I'm really glad to read that you had a good day yesterday! Do you teach kids or teenagers? And to answer your questions, I do not like football; my family wasn't a big football fan growing up so I was never interested on it. I love fics, the whole reason I kept my sanity during lockdown was because of fics. Naps? My #1 true passion. I love sleeping and I love long naps with my dog next to me<3

I had a very easy day yesterday, no work for me so that means no stress at all and I was reall thankful for that, Today in the other hand, was a little bit stressful, my boss and I are getting a lot of fights lately but nothing too serious, I just think it's a rough patch between me and her. We'll get throught it. How was your day? Hopefully you had a beautiful morning and now you're having a happy evenning!<3

The number we coincide on it's 13, for some reason or another it has always been present in my life! I do think we will get along really well once you discover who I am<33 Maybe we are in the same hemisphere, maybe not, who knows?👀👀

I'm an introvert just like you, it's hard for me to be out of my comfort zone but once I feel good in it, there's no one who'll shut my mouth, lmao. Cats are beautiful! I only know so little of them because I've never been so close to one:( But I think they're amazing and cuddly <333 Love 4 non blodes!! It's my mama's favorite band and I also grow up listening to "whats up?" omg, now I'm thinking if we have the same age mmm. As a favorite song, I don't think I have one because I love music too much that's difficult to choose one. But I'll tell you the first song I ever learn how to sing was "My happy ending" by Avril Lavigne, that song was my anthem when I was 8 years old, I think.

Wel well, it's getting really interesting to know more about you! I hope you don't think I'm a creep for asking so many questions hahaha soooo for today I would like to know if you do like and enjoy christmas? and tell me a memorie that makes you really happy everytime you think of it. I'll be waiting to read it <33

Another long message just for youuuuuu<33 I feel this was a listless one, I'm not on right set of mind because I'm sleepy hahhaa I've been up since 4am so sorry :( but tomorrow you'll get a better message. I promise! But still, I really hope you enjoyed this message<333

Sending you big and long hugssss wherever you are xx

hello lovely! so glad to hear from you!

i’m sorry you didn’t have a good day today and i hope everything gets better between you and your boss. i know what it’s like to have a difficult relationship at work, so i can only pray for it to not take a toll on you.

abt my job, i teach teenagers! that’s why it can get a bit stressful at times but i tried to understand them bc i was a teenager once as well lol. what kind of fics do you like? i feel like my taste has changed the last couple of years, and maybe the lockdown had something to do with it bc i tried to read as much as i could. and i take naps with my cat! although he takes his own whenever he wants and only joins me when he feels really needy :D

i already like you! i feel you’re very similar to me bc of what you told me abt you being an introvert. it looks like we both like to talk a lot once i feel confident enough. i’ve got the feeling you’re younger than me but still a 90s baby? i’m 30 (my biggest flex is that i get to be louis’s age for half a year and then zayn’s for the other half).

i don’t mind your questions at all! i appreciate them a lot and they’re fun to answer :D i like christmas but i don’t celebrate it as i used to when i was younger. this is gonna sound super cliché but my best memories of christmas were when i still had my mum, and when my youngest nephew was born. nowadays i celebrate louis’s birthday more than anything hehe. do you like christmas though? how do you celebrate it?

thanks for your lovely message and your kind words! i hope you get to rest tonight after a long day! sending love and hugs your way! <333