#still basing this around the idea u gave me since its brilliant

[tarobytez]

disability in the Six Of Crows Duology; an analysis of Kaz Brekker, Wylan Van Eck, and the fandom’s treatment of them.

****Note: I originally wrote this for a tiktok series, which im still going to do, but i wanted to post here as well bc tumblr is major contributor to what im going to talk about

CW: ableism, filicide, abuse

In the Six of Crows duology, Leigh Bardugo delicately subverts and melds harmful disability tropes into her narrative, unpacking them in a way that I, as a disabled person, found immensely refreshing and…. just brilliant. 

But what did you all do with that? Well, you fucked it up. Instead of critically looking at the characters, y’all just chose to be ableist. 

For the next few videos paragraphs im going to unpack disability theory (largely the stuff surrounding media, for obvious reasons) and how it relates to Six Of Crows and the characterization of Kaz Brekker and Wylan Van Eck, then how, despite their brilliant writing, y’all completely overlooked the actual text and continuously revert them to ableist cariactures.

Disclaimer: 1. Shocker - i am disabled. I have also extensively researched disability theory and am very active in the disabled community. Basically, I know my shit. 2. im going to be mad in these videos this analysis. Because the way y’all have been acting has been going on for a long ass time and im fuckin sick of it. I don’t give a shit about non-disabled feelings, die mad

Firstly, I’m going to discuss Kaz, his play on the stereotypical “mean cripple” trope and how Bardugo subverts it, his cane, and disabled rage. Then, I am going to discuss Wylan, the “inspiration porn” stereotype, caregivers / parents, and the social model of disability. Finally, I will then explain the problems in the fandom from my perspective as a disabled person, largely when it comes to wylan, bc yall cant leave that boy tf alone.

Kaz Brekker

Think of a character who uses a cane (obviously not Kaz). Now, are they evil, dubiously moral, or just an asshole in general? Because nearly example I can think of is: whether it be Lots’O from Toy Story, Lucius Malfoy, or even Scrooge and Mr.Gold from Once Upon A Time all have canes (the last two even having their canes appear less and less as they become better people)

The mean/evil cripple trope is far more common than you would think. Villains with different bodies are confined to the role of “evil”. To quote TV Tropes, who I think did a brilliant job on explaining it “The first is rooted in eugenics-based ideas linking disability or other physical deformities with a "natural" predisposition towards madness, criminality, vice, etc. The Rule of Symbolism is often at work here, since a "crippled" body can be used to represent a "crippled" soul — and indeed, a disabled villain is usually put in contrast to a morally upright and physically "perfect" hero. Whether consciously on the part of the writer or not, this can reinforce cultural ideas of disability making a person inherently inferior or negative, much in the same way the Sissy Villain or Depraved Homosexual trope associate sexual and gender nonconformity with evil. ”

Our introduction to Kaz affirms this notion of him being bad or morally bankrupt, with “Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason”, etc. This mythologized version of himself, the “bastard of the barrel” actively fed into this misconception. But, as we the audience are privy to his inner thoughts, know that he is just a teenager like every other Crow. He is complex, his disability isn’t this tragic backstory, he just fell off a roof. It’s not his main motivation, nor does he curse revenge for making him a cripple - it is just another part of who he is. 

His cane (though the shows version fills me with rage but-) is an extension of Kaz - he fights with it, but it has a purpose. Another common thing in media is for canes to be simply accessories, but while Kaz’ cane is fashionable, it has purpose.

The quote “There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.” is so fucking powerful. Kaz does not want nor need a cure - its said in Crooked Kingdom that his leg could most likely be healed, but he chooses not to. Abled-bodied people tend to dismiss this thought as Kaz being stubborn but it shows a reality of acceptance of his disability that is just, so refreshing.

In chapter 22 of SOC, we see disabled rage done right - when he is called a cripple by the Fjerdan inmate, Kaz is pissed - the important detail being that he is pissed at the Fjerdan, at society for ableism, not blaming it on being disabled or wishing he could be normal. He takes action, dislocating the asshole’s shoulder and proving to him, and to a lesser extent, himself, that he is just as capable as anyone else, not in spite of, but because he is disabled. And that is the point of Kaz, harking back to the line that “there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken”. 

I cried on numerous occasions while reading the SOC duology, but the parts I highlighted in this section especially so. I, as many other disabled people do, have had a long and tumultuous relationship with our disability/es, and for many still struggle. But Kaz Brekker gave me an empowered disabled character who accepts themselves, and that means the world to me. 

Keeping that in mind, I hope you can understand why it hurts so much to disabled people when you either erase Kaz’s disability (whether through cosplay or fanfiction), or portray him as a “broken boy uwu”, especially implying that he would want a cure. That flies in the face of canon and is inherently fucking ableist. (if u think im mad wait until the next section)

Next, we have Wylan.  

Oh fucking boy. 

I love Wylan so fucking much, and y’all just do not seem to understand his character? Like at all? Since this is disability-centric, I’m not going to discuss how the intersection of his queerness also contributes to these issues, but trust me when I say it’s a contributing factor to what i'm going to say.

Wylan, motherfucking Van Eck. If you ableist pricks don’t take ur fucking hands off him right now im going to fight you. I see Wylan as a subversion another, and in my opinion more insidious stereotype pf disabled people - inspiration porn.

Cara Liebowitz in a 2015 article on the blog The Body Is Not An Apology explains in greater detail how inspiration porn is impactful in real life, but media is a major contributing factor to this reality. The technical definition is “the portrayal of people with disabilities as inspirational solely or in part on the basis of their disability” - but that does not cover it fully. 

Inspiration porn does lasting damage on the disabled community as it implies that disability is a negative that you need to “overcome” or “triumph” instead of something one can feel proud of. It exploits disabled people for the development of non-disabled people, and in media often the white male protagonist. Framing disability as inherently negative perpetuates ideals of eugenics and cures - see Autism $peaks’ “I Am Autism” ad. Inspiration porn is also incredibly patronizing as it implies that we cannot take care of ourselves, or do things like non-disabled people do. Because i stg some of you tend to think that we just sit around all day wishing we weren’t disabled. 

Another important theory ideal that is necessary when thinking about Wylan is the experience of feeling like a burden simply for needing help or accommodations. This is especially true when it comes to familial relationships, and internalized ableism.

The rhetoric that Wylan’s father drilled into his head, that he is “defective”, “a mistake”, and “needs to be corrected”, that he (Jan) was “cursed with a moron for a child” is a long held belief that disabled people hear relentlessly. And while many see Van Eck’s attempted murder of Wylan as “preposturous” and overall something that you would never think happens today - filicide (a parent murdering their child) is more common than you would like to believe. Without even mentioning the countless and often unreported deaths of disabled people due to lack of / insufficient / neglectful medical care, in a study on children who died from the result of household abuse, 40 of 42 of them (95%) were diagnosed with disabilities. Van Eck is not some caricature of ableist ideals - he is a real reflection on how many people and family members view disability. 

Circling back to how Wylan unpacks the inspiration porn trope - he is 3 dimensional, he is not only used to develop the other characters, he is just *chefs kiss* Leigh, imo, put so much love and care into the creation of Wylan and his story and character growth that is representative of a larger feeling in the disabled community. 

That being said, what you non-disabled motherfuckers have done to him.

The “haha Wylan can’t read” jokes aren’t and were not funny. Y’all literally boiled down everything Wylan is to him being dyslexic. And it’s like,,,, the only thing you can say about him. You ignore every other part of him other than his disability, and then mock him for it. There’s so much you can say about Wylan - simping for Jesper, being band kid and playing the fuckin flute, literally anything else. But no, you just chose to mock his disability, excellent fucking job!

Next up on “ableds stfu” - infantilization! y’all are so fucking condescending to Wylan, and treat him like a fucking toddler. And while partly it is due to his sexuality i think a larger portion is him being disabled. Its in the same vein of people who think that Wylan and Jesper are romantically one sided, and that Jesper only kind of liked Wylan, despite the canon evidence of him loving Wylan just as much. You all view him as a “smol bean”, who needs protecting, and care, when Wylan is the opposite of that. He is a fucking demolitions expert who suggested waking up sleeping men to kill them - what about that says “uwu”. You are treating Wylan as a burden to Jesper and the other Crows when he is an immensely valuable, fully autonomous disabled person - you all just view him as damaged. 

And before I get a comment saying that “uhhh Wylan isn’t real why do you care” while Wylan may not be real, how you all view him and treat him has real fucking impacts and informs how you treat people like me. If someone called me an “uwu baby boy” they’d get a fist square in the fucking jaw. Fiction informs how we perceive the world and y’all are making it super fucking clear how you see disabled people. 

Finally, I wanted to talk about how the social model of disability is portrayed through Wylan. For those who are unaware, the social model of disability contrasts the medical model, that views the disability itself as the problem, that needs to be cured, whereas the social model essentially boils down to creating an accommodating society, where disability acceptance and pride is the goal. And we see this with Wylan - he is able to manage his father’s estate, with Jesper’s assistance to help him read documents. And this is not out of pity or charity, but an act of love. It is not portrayed as this almighty act for Jesper to play saviour, just a given, which is incredibly important to show, especially for someone who has been abused by family for his disability like Wylan, that he is accepted. 

Yet, I still see people hold up Jesper on a pedestal for “putting up with” Wylan, as if loving a disabled person deserves a fucking pat on the back. It’s genuinely exhausting trying to engage with a work I love so much with a fandom that thinks so little of me and my community. It fucking shows. 

Overall, Leigh Bardugo as a disabled person wrote two incredibly meticulous and empowered disabled characters, and due to either lack of reading comprehension, ableism, or a quirky mix of both, the fandom has ignored canon and the experiences of disabled people for…. shits and giggles i guess. And yes, there are issues with the Grishaverse and disability representation - while I haven’t finished them yet so I do not have an opinion on it, people have been discussing issues in the KOS duology with ableist ideals. This mini series was no way indicative of the entire disabled experience, nor does it represent my entire view on the representation as a whole. These things need to be met critically in our community, and talked about with disabled voices at the forefront. For example, the limited perspective we get of Wylan and Kaz being both white men, does not account for a large portion of the disabled community and the intersection of multiple identities.

All-in-all, Critique media, but do not forget to also critique fandom spaces. Alternatively, just shut the fuck up :)

happy fucking disability pride month, ig

[tomtenadia]

Island Dreams - Chapter 13

Chapter 13 is here. I hope you will like it. The central part has... a very interesting development. As you hoped... Elias arc is reaching its end but I hope you still like him. He is still a teddy bear. Sorry man, ut she is Rowan's.

Rowan uses the expression Tha gaol agam ort. I will let you imagine what it means based on the context. If I tell you know it could be a spoiler.

And... well you have to read it.

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Rowan was alone in the shop. He had given Aelin the morning off. At the word disaster he had a feeling she might want some time alone to deal with whatever happened so was happy to spend the morning on his own. He just hoped she was okay. She had told him she was not ready to talk about it yet and he would give her all the time she needed but in the morning as soon as he woke up he had the temptation to text her and check on her. Until a while ago he had never used a mobile phone. Now it was his only way to talk to her when she was not around and since she was the only person who had his number he’d jump every time he received a text from her. He was lost. Utterly and completely lost. Tangled in his thought he did not notice straight away the door open until he heard a familiar voice. He looked up and Elias was standing in front of him and a part of him just wanted to punch the man. Aelin was feeling horrible because of him.

“Good morning,” said Elias in a tone that Rowan did not like. If he was here for a fight, he’s give him one. Rowan was glad that after a busy morning, the shop was all of a sudden empty, he had a feeling that the conversation coming up did not need an audience. The man in front of him finally moved a step closer and reached the counter and braced his hands on it. “So, dear Rowan…” he started with a tone anything but friendly “I guess you are probably aware that my date last night with Aelin was one big failure.” Nervously he began pacing “I spent a whole week looking forward to see her again. To go out with her and have a nice meal. I missed her. Madly.” Then he turned to Rowan and hold his stare “Imagine my disappointment to discover that instead she decided to end things.” “She is her own person. She is the master of her own life and if she decided to end things you have to respect her.” The tone in Rowan’s tone was getting dangerous. “She can do whatever she wants with her life. But you meddled.” Elias’ tone matched the one of the man in front of him. Rowan did not like the comment and had to fight to restrain himself. “She was fine, we were doing fine, getting to know each other, then you had the brilliant idea of offering her such a pathetic job and all goes to hell.” Rowan took a deep breath “I offered her this job because at the moment she is not working and not getting paid so I assumed she might have loved to get some cash in. She has a knack for it. Also, since you are so in love with her you might have noticed that Aelin is obsessed with books.” Rowan fought back “Do you know that the very first day she got her, she came off the ferry and this bookstore is where she came straight on? She is in her element here.” Rowan’s hands were at his sides and now in fists “It might be a pathetic job, as you call it, but she loves it. And she is happy.” “You took her from me.” Blurted Elias who seemed not to have listened a word Rowan said, far too involved in his own pain. “She is this incredible amazing woman I am madly in love with. And I have to give her up. I will respect her feelings. But it’s fucking unfair.” Rowan finally came away from behind the counter and stopped in front of Elias. The man was tall but Rowan was a fairly imposing picture. “I did not take her from you.” He almost growled again “I told you already. She is her own person and she does not need me to make decision for her. I did not put her against you. I gave her the freedom to make her own choice, so don’t make me pass for the bad guy here.” “I love her.” Elias confessed in an almost broken voice. “I love her and all I can think since last night is that I can’t be with her. Do you have an idea how that fucking hurts?” Elias started pacing again “I can make her happy. Give her all she needs.” Rowan stared at the man in silence and could hear the anguish in the man’s words. He was probably just as mad for Aelin as he was. “I will meet with her tonight.” He admitted “we agreed on having a talk to end things in a more civilised way.” Grey eyes met pine green eyes “I want to be friends. Just friends, I swear. I will respect her feeling and her choice and I hope you will allow me that. I can’t loose her completely.” Elias stance relaxed a bit when he noticed Rowan nod. “It’s her choice. I will accept anything she decides. Like you, I have her best interest at heart. She has been through enough.” And his mind went to her confession and wondered if the man in front of him knew as well. Elias breathed out in relief “Thank you. I hope…” he paused for a moment as if to gather his thoughts “I hope you understand your luck. I hope you realise she is incredible and please don’t break her heart or I’ll come back and kick your arse so hard you will reach London by inertia.” “I have no intention of hurting her.” Said Rowan ignoring the veil of arrogance in the man’s words. “Make her happy, please. You win.” And with that he left the shop. Rowan texted her straight away Are you okay?

Aelin arrived in the early afternoon at the shop. After she had quickly told him about her disastrous night he had told her to take the morning off. It was not unusual. The shop tended to be busier in the afternoon and Rowan was always happy to allow her the morning off if she needed it. So she had gone for a run. Sleep had been fitful and she kept going through the fight she had with Elias. It had been horrible and tears were still threatening to make an appearance at the thought of the terrible things they had said to each other. A the selfish part of her though, was happy that it was over. She wanted to tell Rowan her feelings and finally being able to enjoy the contact with him without feeling guilty about cheating on an another man. The run had helped to clear her mind and release part of the sadness that had been building up since the previous night. She saw the morning ferry going out and her mind went back to the adventure she had with Rowan, what had passed between them and the further steps they had taken in their strange relationship. Her phone buzzed and she noticed a text from Rowan asking her if she was okay. Damn she loved him but he could be overprotective. And you love it. Out for a run. I’ll see u l8r. He didn’t reply and she pocketed the phone. She was walking a bit when the phone buzzed again. Why can’t you use full words? I had to search on Google what l8r meant. And Aelin laughed at his reply. He was somewhat adorable. Grandpa. Was all she said back. Music back in her ears and she went back running. She had purchased music from Peat and Diesel and quite a few songs from Runrig as well and it was quite lovely to run along the streets of Stornoway while listening to a song about the town itself. She had become obsessed with those two groups. She finished her run and went straight for a shower once back at home. She had run for a longer distance than usual and she knew she was going to pay for that very soon. Half an hour later she was clean, wore Rowan’s hoodie and left the house.

As soon as she entered the shop, Rowan’s arms were around her. What the heck? “PDA in the shop? Who are you and what have you done with my Mr Grumpy pants?” She joked while leaning into the embrace. “Are you okay?” She could hear worry in his tone. Why was he being weird? “Yeah.” She replied pulling back from him. “Elias was here this morning.” He confessed. Shit. That explained his behaviour. “Ro, is he still alive?”she demanded looking at him quizzically “I know I have ended things with him but it would be nice to have him alive as a friend.” “We had a chat and he told me the gist of what happened last night.” He looked away and she had a bad feeling “Aelin, if you want him… I will understand.” “I want you.” She finally admitted but he was not looking at her. Why was he being such an idiot? As if what had been happening between them was not a sign where her true feeling lay. “Maybe you shouldn’t. Maybe you should just leave me alone. I am just a book boy after all.” He added, through gritted teeth. “I can’t Rowan.” She moved a step in his direction until she was in front of him. She looked up at him and the pain in his eyes was too much. Was he really willing to give her up? Another step toward him and she was glad that he did not move away from her. Her chest was now brushing his. Her hand searched for his and held it. “Ro, look at me.” And he did. “I made my choice.” Her voice was soft and full of love for him. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on his lips “I want you.” She kissed him again and this time she got a reaction from him. In an instant she felt his arms lift her up and in reply she wrapped her legs around him. He never broke the kiss and they reached a hidden corner of the bookshop where Rowan pinned her against the bookcase. So much for boring. Aelin’s arms had sneaked around his neck and know her fingers were knitted in his hair pushing his face as close as possible to hers. She did not need oxygen. It was overrated anyway. She needed his lips on hers, his hard, beautiful body crushed against hers. Rowan’s mouth followed a path with maddening slowness from the lips, to her jaw and now was very busy nibblink at that amazing spot between neck and shoulder. A moan escaped her and in response his tongue was now tracing the column of her neck. Gods his lips were like heaven. And she was already on fire. When his mouth returned to hers, she fully opened up to him, letting his tongue do devilishly things to her. Heat began to pool at her core and her brain decided to picture that skilful tongue of his on other parts of her body. “Ro…” and Rowan had decided he loved his name on her lips. “Gods you taste amazing.“ His hips pushed her harder against the bookcase and Aelin throw her head back and exposed her neck a bit more. Another push of his hips and Aelin this time she felt him against her abdomen. She was about to point out their location when one of his hands gently palmed her breast and she forgot even her name. The touch was gentle but enough to send her reeling. “Ro…” she called him breathless “We are in the shop and we are open.” He stopped abruptly and it took him a moment to regain control. “I should have kissed you earlier.” She joked, pulling him to her, she was not ready yet to be separated from his body. He looked at her still with a shocked face “I am sorry…’ he ran a hand through his hair in a gesture of confusion. Aelin closed the distance and kissed him again “It was perfect.” Rowan grinned “I have been thinking about it for a while now. What I would do if I would get to kiss you.” He stooped and kissed her again and with his hands he caressed both side of her face. She looked at him and in his eyes she noticed all the love that he finally allowed himself to feel for her. The passion was burning and she ran a hand through his hair never averting his gaze. “I love you, Rowan.” She whispered, almost afraid to say those word too out loud and break the magic they have been sharing. She caressed his cheek and her gaze followed the lines of his beautiful face “I want you. I choose you. I am yours, if you let me.” Rowan was stunned for a moment. She had made her choice and she had chosen him and he was stunned by the fierceness she used to utter them. Then he bolted as if he had awaken all of a sudden from a daze. He ran to the door of the shop, turned the sign to close, locked the door and switched off the lights. He ran back to Aelin and lifted her again and with her completely wrapped around him he walked to his office and placed her sitting on his desk. Aelin did not loose a second and grabbed the back of his neck and closed the distance again, feeling the need of his lips on her again. His hands stroked her back almost reaching her butt, then slowly climbed up to her sides while his thumbs gently brushed the underside of her breasts. He moved between her legs, definitely removing any space between them. Her hands trailed own his body and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off him then pulled back a little and stared at him. He was stunning and definitely the body of an athlete. A hand splayed open on his chest feeling the shape of his muscles, continuing to his broad shoulders, reaching the behind him and she took him the expanse of his back. His eyes were closed and was clearly enjoying her touch. A finger traced some of the lines of his tattoo, then her mouth and tongue was on his chest. His skin was soft and somehow she could taste his smell of pine and snow. Both hands reached his abdomen feelings his rock stomach below her fingertips. “When we have more time I want to lick every centimetre of you.” And while her mouth restarted the climb to his neck, a hand brushed the top of his jeans in a teasing motions and she felt his shudder. “You are amazing…” and in response his hands knitted in her hair and claimed her mouth again in a desperate need to taste her again. Aelin grabbed her t-shirt and in a swift motion she threw it on the floor with his. He stopped to look at her, and she heard him gasp. Rowan thought she was a goddess. His hand very gently brushed the top of her breasts with the back of it, “you are gorgeous.” In a maddening slow motion, his fingers traced the full shape of them and once he was done, while he palmed one of her mounds he used his thumb to gently lower the fabric of her bra and expose her now hard peaks. His mouth was on it in seconds, sucking and nibbling and Aelin let out a moan and the sound was almost his undoing. “Tha gaol agam ort.” He finally admitted to her while he moved away from her chest and gently climb back up to her mouth. “Tha gaol agam ort.” He repeated a second time. His hand at the back of her neck crushed their mouths together again. “Say it again.” Breathed against his ravenous mouth. “Tha gaol agam ort..” Aelin had an idea she knew what he had just said. It was one the 6things she had looked up. She was planning to surprise him and use the Gaelic but in the end her mind was so occupied with other stuff that she had said the words in English. Aelin looked at him, blue eyes meeting green and she got closer to him again until she felt his hand moved to the front of her jeans. She slightly opened her legs to allow him access and even with the fabric between his fingers and he bare skin it was enough to make her moan loudly and when he applied some pressure on her sensitive spot she thought she was going to crack open. “Rowan…” she begged him. “I love your name on my lips…”his thumb made her jerk and at the same time his mouth went back torturing one of her nipples. “Where…” her brain had disconnected and it was a miracle she remembered her name. Barely “Where else would you like my lips…” she teased him as soon as she was able to utter a full sentence. His only response was a kiss that was seeping mad need for her and she wished they could just cross the last line. He took her hand and brushed against the swell of his trousers. With a wicked finger Aelin traced his length and all she could imagine was him inside her and how he felt. She went to unbutton his jeans but his hand grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “Not in my office. Not like this.This is not right.” He was breathless and his accent all of a sudden was heavier and Aelin thought he sounded even sexier. Aelin glared at him at his remark. “I didn’t mean this,” indicating at the two of them. “I mean this. My office. This was amazing, but what I have in mind does not involve my horrible office and a desk.” And she understood what he meant and smiled at him fondly. Shock hit him when she took both of his hands and placed one each on her breasts “Fine. But just so you know, these are now yours. You can play with them whenever you want. But my two girls here, like to be worshipped.” Rowan roared in laughter “I will do my best to please all of you.” And kissed both of her breasts and then her mouth for emphasis. “And where would you like it to happen?” And it was her time to provoke him. And while she waited for an answer she resumed kissing his wonderful upper body. “A romantic getaway.” He finally said, with his hands back in her hair “We would have a cottage with the fire on. Outside is snowing. And you and I spend the day in bed, doing this, and much, much more.” “Is this a promise?” “Tha.” They made out for another half an hour and then Aelin came up for breath and jumped off the table. “Let’s reopen the shop.” Quickly she grabbed her discarded t-shirt and got dressed again and Rowan did the same. Before leaving Aelin took his hand. “I am all yours, Buzzard.” “To whatever end, Fireheart.” He replied before stealing another kiss.

It was later in the evening when she did manage to meet with Elias. He had been held up at work and he was on his way now but later than expected. She had ordered some food. She was starving and very likely so was he. She was finishing plating the food when the doorbell went off. Quickly she went to the door and opened it. He was standing there in his suit and he was looking stunning as his usual. “Come in.” He removed his shoes and followed her inside “I smell food.” “Yes.” She smiled at him and they finally got to the living room and he noticed the coffee table all set up with a bottle of wine in the middle and the plates full of wonderful food. “We didn’t get to enjoy or dinner last night, so I went to pick up food from the restaurant and tadaaa.” She opened her arms and pointed at the dinner. “You didn’t have to.” “Yes, I did. Plus, talking while enjoying some amazing food is much better.” He sat down on the pillows she had arranged around the table while she took her place on the opposite side. Elias grabbed the bottle of wine and filled their glasses. “To friendship.” He said lifting his glass to her. “To friendship.” She replied clinking her glass against his. “Aelin…” but she stopped him. “No, let me go first.” He nodded and took a bite of his food. “I am sorry. When I moved here I was positive I was done with men and all that. I was not expecting to find myself torn between two wonderful men in such a short time. It was overwhelming and also one of the reasons for my panic attacks.” She explained while tasting her food “before Rowan and I began to become friends I had a thing for you.” Having a whole day to think properly about her explanation had helped “But then things changed. All of a sudden I was drawn to him. If we were in a fantasy book, the author would be calling us soulmates. Of course it’s the real world but still… what I felt and feel for him is… strong. As if his soul resonates with mine.” She stopped and sipped a bit of her wine “please don’t laugh.” Elias shook his head and smiled “I am not. And I think it’s a good description.” And took another bite of his food “Fine. I am a hopeless romantic. I love a good mushy story.” Aelin laughed then her expression turned serious again “What I meant is that I didn’t intend to cause all this. I had no intention of misleading you or hurt you. I was just confused and I was not sure if Rowan returned the feelings. And I am sorry.” He place a hand on hers “Stop apologising.” He told her tenderly “I can’t say that it doesn’t hurt. Because it does. A lot. But hey, I am the guy who laughs at his own divorce, it will pass.” He grabbed some fries and dipped them in ketchup “All I want you to know is that I care about you. You are incredible and you kinda stole my heart that day on the beach. But at least I know that you are dumping me because you really love the other guy and not because he makes more money than me.” And the two of them laughed at the joke. He really loved to make fun of his divorce and she wondered when she would reach that stage when Chaol’s betrayal would stop stinging. “You are amazing, intelligent and caring. I loved every single moment I spent with you. I had fun. A lot. You made me feel welcome in a brand new place and I am so grateful.” She looked in his eyes “you looked after me after my panic attack and made me super sweet chamomile tea.” She squeezed his hand back “I am grateful and I treasure every moment we had together.” “More wine?” He asked. “Yes, please.” She offered him her glass to be refilled “Dinner was wonderful. I am glad we did manage to eat. Last night I was also pissed that I did not get to finish my wonderful meal.” “That place really does wonderful food and I love the fact that the fish they use is whatever gets landed in the morning.” “I was in Lochinver and I tried the famous pies.” “You went to the Larder. That place is an institution. Every time I go north and pass Lochinver I always stop for lunch and on my way back I stop and I stock up in pies.” Aelin smiled and was happy that they were talking normally again. She had not liked the drama from the night before. He did not deserve her hate. “Elias?” “Yes?” “What does mo chridhe mean?” He spoke Gaelic, she could ask him. “It’s a term of endearment. It means my heart.” Aelin’s heart raced and her mind went back to the moment Rowan had used it with her. “Why?” “I just…” she had to lie now “I heard a mum tell it to her kid and I was just wondering. That’s all.” “My mum still uses it with my father. They have been married for a very long time and they are still madly in love. I think it’s their fault if I am such a hopeless romantic.” Aelin grinned while he finished polishing off his plate. She was sure one day he would make a woman very happy. He was a wonderful man. They chatted over wine and now empty plates for a while longer, then Elias stood. “Hey, it’s getting quite late and I have work again tomorrow and I had a very long day. Do you mind if I get back home, I have a bit of a drive.” He explained and started moving to the door. Aelin followed him “No, no absolutely.” Then she took his hand “Thank you for tonight, for understanding. For everything.” He moved a step closer to her and his hand cupped he cheek “I would have loved to be the one you chose, but truth is, I just want you happy. Even if it’s not with me.” He closed the distance and his arm went around her waist “But it would have hurt even more to know that you were with me and not happy.” His other hand brushed her hair behind her ear. His thumb traced her lips “You have an amazing smile and I want to imagine that he can make you laugh more than I possibly could.” He kissed her forehead “Are you happy with him?” “Yeah.” Aelin’s voice was barely audible. He pulled her to him and held her tightly and Aelin hid her face in his neck “Don’t feel guilty. It’s not that we are adding another divorce to our list.” He added as a joke. She pulled back and laughed an he did the same. “In a fantasy book I would probably be the first love interest that ends up dying tragically.” She gave him a smile “Or you can be the kind of guy who is the loyal friend. The main female character finds her true mate but she can’t let the first man go, so they build a strong friendship.” “I would love that, so very much.” This time it was her turn to brush her hand through his hair “You are a wonderful man, Elias. I truly think so.” “And you can text me while you are reading books.” She said to him “Good, because now you have me hooked on some cool stuff and I need someone to talk about it and none of my friends and colleagues are into books.” “What are you reading?” “I started The cursed kingdom last night. I spent today at work thinking about it and I blame you, young lady.” Aelin laughed “that is a good one. Just…. Have wine ready.” “Will do. Now if you’ll excuse m’lady, I have a hot date with a my bed.” She opened the door but stopped. “Elias…” “We are good, Aelin. I promise.” He took her hand in his and kissed it. Then waved her goodbye and got into his car. Aelin stood in the doorway until his car disappeared in the traffic, then closed the door and go back inside.

She grabbed her phone and texted Rowan. I am yours, mo chridhe. A moment later came his reply. Tha gaol agam ort.

[wildroseofarran]

New Year’s Eve and We’re Clubbing || Sean, Conor, Q, Sash, Tane, & Bretan

Sash: His smile was on the brink of hurting. The pulsating music made verbal talk all but impossible. He resorted to his hands, glowing stamp on his hand somewhat psychedelic as he signed.

'Didn't think you'd show!'

Sean/Conor: 'I wouldn't miss this for the world.' He grins. 'I dragged my brother along too, I hope you don't mind. He's...' where the fuck did he go? Spotting him by the bar Sean points out the man with pastel purple hair ordering a drink.

Sash: 'The more the merrier.' He gave a double take to the one pointed to.

'What is he, a rock star? A model?'

Sean: What? Sean laughs, 'Tattoo artist. That's Conor, the Mute Archer.'

Sash/Q: "Oh." Well, that made sense, then. Of course he was. Look at that hair.

'A deejay, a tattoo artist...' he glanced to Q, lost in his own world with Tane Lukela, '...an entrepreneur.' That's how Q described Ronan Archer.

Sean/Conor: Entrepreneur. Right. Sean grins.

'We have a lawyer in the family too.' He looks over at Conor who had a drink in either hand and was searching for them. Lifting a hand to get his attention, the hybrid starts to walk over to them. He hands Sean his drink and sips his own, looking Sash up and down.

Sash: Conor was given the same treatment as his brother, with a brilliant and honest smile. 'Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Sash.'

Sean/Conor: Conor looks away to Sean, who glares at him. He had told him to be nice on their way there.

'Conor.' He takes another sip and offers his hand for a shake. For the visions, obviously.

Sash: In his past life, Sash had been a poor frozen soul, life drained somewhere in the Atlantic ocean, long after the Titanic had sunk to its watery grave. His new life in its current timeline, cancer would be his robber.

A quick shake, and his attention was back to Sean.

'Dance with me.'

Sean/Conor: Oh. Boring. He wondered what Bo was doing. When Sash turns to Sean and his brother's attention is stolen he makes his way back over to the bar. Might as well sit this one out.

Sean smiles and nods. 'Sign dancing?'

Sash: 'I...I've never done that in front of so many hearing people.'

Sean: 'What people?' Sean moves closer. What do you mean? It's only us.

Sash: Idle hips swayed to a beat of his own based on the vibrations. A hesitant hand was placed on Sean's chest, bunched his shirt...pulled him to the dance floor.

Sean/Conor: Yes. Yes. He licks his lips and gives a glance in Conor's general direction to make sure he's okay. He's a big boy, who looks like he's texting someone.

Sean moves more than willingly in the direction he is pulled, placing a hand on Sash's hip once they come to a stop. He starts to move to the music with a playful smile.

Sash: Sash's hands remained at his side for a beat or two, purposely keeping his hands to himself, biding his time for the perfect moment and touch.

After a moment of absorbing their surroundings, his hips began to roll, arms raised to the air.

Sean: Sean smiles as he sings along to the song, dancing with him and rolling his body. His gaze trails down Sash, but soon returns to his face.

Sash: Sash tried his best to read his lips despite movement and limited light. So enamored with Sean, he didn't notice other men and women watching them.

Soon he was turning around, leaning just enough weight against Sean's just for him to feel it.

Sean: Perfect. Sean can't stop smiling as he sings along and lets every word and beat move through his body. He allows Sasha to guide their movements, but soon leans the upper half of his body to one side of Sash, then the other, and back. He laughs.

Sash/Q: Sash attempted to meet Sean's gaze, but the second time he disappeared to his other shoulder he turned, wrapped his arms around his neck. No trickery this way.

Q leaned his weight against Tane and sighed. Cargos and a sleeveless shirt, his staple, made him better dressed for summer in Florida than dead of winter in Raleigh.

"I'm feeling something light. How about a mimosa with me?"

Tane: Tane's attire was the complete opposite; he was wearing dark jeans and perhaps one of the only sweaters he'd purchased in his entire life. He hadn't even taken off his scarf.

He smiled into Q's hair. "Absolutely. I'll go get us a couple."

Sean/Conor: Sean is still laughing as he straightens, wrapping arms around Sash's waist to bring him close. He's lost his beer somewhere but he doesn't care in the slightest. His body continues to sway, working every inch he can to the music.

Conor is still sat at the bar texting.

Sash/Q/Bo: Sash felt a juxtaposition of awkwardness and jubilance vying for dominance. This was a first. His first dance with a young man that had seen him dance with sign; a man that understood his sexuality; a man that had openly pursued him.

"Are you going to try and kiss me at midnight?" He spoke only because he didn't want to detach.

Q felt naked without Tane's warm body. Since he had a moment to spare for himself, he reached for one of the three necklaces he wore, unscrewing the top of the dark wooden cross for a quick inhale of coke.

{Text from Botan} Are you sitting there scowling? Don't go into another year looking like a menace.

Sean/Conor: Sean licks his lips. "... Yes." He's sure to enunciate, hoping he was lit enough to be seen and have his lips read. "If you will let me. We don't have to. You don't owe me anything."

{Text} I am hardly a menace.

{Text} I am bored.

Tane: Maybe it was because he spent the majority of his time in a crowded bar, but Tane managed to navigate through the mass of people and find his way back to Q in record time.

"Your mimosa," he said, offering a glass to Q.

Sash/Q/Bo: Just something fleeting. A kiss, a dance, whatever else might come; he'll be back in New York before he can regret much.

"I know." He bit his lip. "I will let you," he grinned.

Q smiled. His return was just in time, clutching to his cross as though it meant more than it was.

"Why thank you, sexy."

{Text} So do something.

A photo was sent to Conor, the house decorated in white lights, black and gold balloons strewn about. He smiled subtly into the camera.

Sean/Conor: That fact broke his heart. But he knew he had no right to have a say, or an opinion. So he'll enjoy what he can. He smiles, takes Sash's hands and wiggles him around playfully.

Conor was half way through replying when he receives the picture, he stares at it for a moment before lifting his phone to send one back.

His lips are parted, eyes are hooded, head slightly tilted so his purple hair fell over an eyebrow. With his drink and the bar in the background, he hoped he was proving why he had a right to be bored.

{Text} Everyone here is dancing or making out with someone. Two things I don't do.

Tane: Tane smiled back and pulled Q closed again, burying his face in those curls and kissing them. "You're welcome, gorgeous. Having a good time?"

Sash/Q/Bo: His dance partner laughed, pulled him closer by his hands and sighed contently.

"What's this song?" Something so new he couldn't recognize.

The photo was saved.

{Text} What do you do when you're not brooding, swimming, riding busses, or breaking bones?

"I am, I am. Indeed. What about you?" His arm rested around his date's waist, fingers playfully scratching at his hip.

Sean/Conor: "Ed Sheerhan." He lifts an arm to get Sash to spin for him.

{Text} That's a very big question.

{Text} You tell me. What do you do?

{Text} Also, I don't brood.

Tane: "I'm with you." Tane smiled. "I have a mimosa. You really like how I look in this sweater. And I'm going to kiss the hell out of you at midnight. How could I not be having a good time?"

Sash/Q/Bo: Sash laughed, surprised from being spun, coming back around to press against Sean's chest.

{Text} I work for the police, I read, collect books, converse with demon-reaper hybrids, break the law.

{Text} You very much brood.

{Text} Happy new year

Q smiled against Tane's chest and swayed.

"I agree with all of that. You look sexy as hell if not a little bit on the Dad side, this mimosa is delicious, and I can't wait to taste your tongue."

Sean/Conor: Well, with him like this he can't resist. A hand goes to Sash's waist, the other remaining entwined with the human's. They're going to waltz.

{Text} That's nice for you.

Conor did plenty of things, but he didn't feel like getting into that with Bo.

{Text} Sure. Happy new year.

Tane: Tane laughed. "I can take looking a little on the dad side as long as I'm warm."

He ducked his head, kissing Q's jaw before whispering, "You can taste it right now. There's a heater out on the terrace upstairs."

Sash/Q/Bo: Sash leaned away to look them over, laughing at their stance.

"Waltz is not sexy."

Bo rolled his eyes and set his phone down. There were better things to do than subject himself to that on the last night of the year.

"Mm," Q smiled, leaning into Tane's neck and shoulder. "We should make out on the terrace until midnight, and then keep going."

Sean/Conor: "Oh, you want sexy?" his grin is playful as he starts to move his body slowly, rolling his hips and chest, giving attention to the movement of his ass as he dances in a circle. He drops to his knees at Sash's feet and works the floor, returning to his feet with a hand travelling up Sash's thigh, all up his side. Better?

Any emotion Conor had or wanted to have couldn't be portrayed through text. Bo had the ability to make him smile and laugh, but he didn't know how to have a virtual conversation that carries that message. Emojis are stupid and childish, 'lol' and 'lmao' are idiotic, 'haha' is fake. No matter what he wanted to gain from messaging Bo, he would be unable to articulate it in such a way. He isn't too surprised when he gets no response. He just focuses on his drink and ensuring not to make eye contact with anyone around. Why did Sean bring him here? He knew he hated being around drunk horny people. He wanted to leave.

Tane: "That sounds like an excellent idea. Let's go."

Tane took Q's hand and led him upstairs.

Sash/Q: Sash ended up standing still to watch with absolute humor in his eyes, obvious smile beginning to ache.

'Getting some touches in too, I see.'

He wasn't paying any attention to the drunk a few meters away mimicking his sign.

A glance was given through the crowd to his brother. From the other side of the room, Q didn't notice the asshole, either.

"I want a ride, Big T."

Sean: That smile made Sean feel warm, and he returned it with ease. The hand slips around to Sash's back to draw him in closer with a nod. He didn't notice anyone around them, he didn't care about them. Only they mattered.

Tane: Tane smiled. "Then a ride you shall have. Bridal style or piggy back ride?"

Sash/Q: Hands returned to where they'd wanted to be for some time, in Sean's short hair, idly stroking the back of his head. He loved moments like this. The exploration into the unknown and the discoveries which made meeting new people worth his while. They were by no means a perfect match, but on the dance floor that didn't matter. Here they seemed made for each other, and every sway of his hip felt in sync with his partner.

Q wrapped his arms around Tane's neck from behind and laughed. "You know what I like, babe. Why bother asking?"

Sean: Sean licks his lips, unused to feeling hands on his head like that. He didn't mind it.

He moves to the music though it seems like background noise at this point.

Tane: "It's tradition! Can't knock tradition." Tane finished off his mimosa and bent down so Q could climb on. "Hang on tight, gorgeous."

Sash/Q: Sean would quickly learn Sash's love for touching the back of his head, for feeling his hair and the back of his neck as an affectionate gesture. He was beginning to enjoy the simultaneous sensation of skin and vibrations. He didn't care what song was playing.

Q set aside his empty glass on a passing waitress' tray. He climbed aboard with practiced ease, kissing Tane's ear and promising wild fantasies on their return home.

Sean/Conor: Sean glances away, just to see if he could spot Conor but he was unable. He's sure he's fine.

He starts to mimic the action, running fingers through his hair, adoring the strands with a permanent smile.

Tane: Tane started up the stairs, grinning like a loon while Q whispered those delightfully wicked things into his ear. It was a good thing they were heading somewhere with more privacy; he was starting to have a bit of a.....reaction.

"Behave yourself," he chuckled. "Gonna make me drop you."

Sash/Q: Sash took a moment for himself to absorb the moment, to breathe in what he could of Sean and their nearness. Intentional restraint like this a new concept. That calm before a storm. That tingle between his legs which encouraged him was momentarily humored by a quick and seemingly innocent kiss to Sean's cheek.

"I'm thirsty. Want to get something?"

Q was also grinning, letting his ride feel it against his skin. "I fucking love when you say that. Makes me want to do the opposite. Makes me want to..." he pressed himself in, squeezed his thighs so Tane could feel his arousal, "...do so much to you."

Sean: The brief kiss made Sean laugh. He nods, though doesn't personally want anything. Sash will have to pull away and get them moving, because Sean wasn't going to.

Tane: Feeling Q's grin made Tane's even bigger. He loved that. He loved being able to feel Q's reactions as well as see them. "I know you do, beautiful. Why do you think I say it so often?"

Tane inhaled sharply as Q pressed into him. "Does it now?" Once on the roof, he sought out the most private corner, lowered Q onto the nearest bench, and immediately attacked him with kisses.

Sash/Q: "Think you can sneak me a shot of tequila?" A joke, or was it? His smile was certainly mischievous, but he wasn't pulling Sean with urgency.

Q was laughing into their kisses, pulling Big T on top of him as he fell back, knowing full well eyes would find them, aroused or disgusted or indifferent to the way Q invited Tane closer with demanding hands.

Sean/Conor: "Your brother would kill me." he moves to the bar with a smile, where Conor was doing nothing but trying to avoid being too disgusted by the people around him.

He didn't want to be there anymore, surrounded by drunk people, a sea of sexual tension. He gets up and makes his way out, eyes to the sky. He felt a strange sort of emptiness.

Tane: Any eyes they might attract and the opinions that might come with them were of absolutely no consequence to Tane at the moment. Not when Q's beautiful laugh was echoing in his head and those perfect, soft lips were melding so beautifully with his.

"Behave yourself," he whispered between kisses, shifting so he was leaning back on the bench with Q in his lap. "Don't want to give these fine people too much of a show."

Sash/Q: Sash took a seat at the bar, hands between his legs gripping to the stool. The leather was worn with age and use. He fiddled with a hole his fingers discovered, distracted by his thoughts to realize he was making it worse.

He wondered how his friends were doing, if they too were having fun heading into the new year.

He wanted to get laid, but as much as he enjoyed Sean's company, he didn't see that happening tonight; didn't seem a possibility after their first semi-serious conversation.

Oh well, he smiled when catching Sean's gaze.

Those words were beginning to stir Q's body. Whispered like that? Forget about it; his dick couldn't be more turgid. Later on he would have to reflect, disappointed in his self-control, but for now his face ached with jubilance.

"Who says?" The law. "We should be porn stars so everyone can witness."

Sean/Conor: As far as Sean was concerned, that first meeting had been a missed opportunity, a mistake. That night, all cards were on the table. He wouldn't be regretting anything else. As he took a seat he glanced around the area, looking for Conor but was unable to see him.

'Can you see my brother anywhere?'

The hybrid was already making his way to the docks, where he wanted to sit and look out at the water.

Tane: "The law," Tane chuckled, unknowingly echoing Q's thoughts. That lovely jaw of his was looking very un-kissed. Best fix that while he found a way to rub Q through his cargo pants without their audience noticing.

Maybe they'd eventually be uncomfortable enough to leave them the terrace to themselves. Something to hope for.

"Their imagination's giving them plenty."

Sash/Q: Sash looked around the club and the pulsating sea of faces. No wild hair sans the typical club accoutrements.

'I don't see him. Maybe went outside for air.'

"Yeah?" Q didn't think his smile could be any wider. "For them, maybe. For us? I'm gonna use my high-end camera and make some memories with you as soon as we're alone." By this point, hints of his Chicago upbringing began to surface.

"What's that hand doing?" he whispered.

Sean/Conor: Sean looks around with him, only to nod at Sash's explanation. Yeah. Maybe. Conor can handle himself, he knew. He shouldn't worry. Instead, he ordered them drinks (a weak shot of vodka for Sash) and smiled.

At the docks, Conor was sat looking out at the water and the sky. He takes a picture of the new scenery and debates... before sending it to Bo.

Tane: Tane nipped Q's jaw. "Are you now? And what are you going to do with allllll those memories we're gonna make together?" His affection moved down to Q's neck. "Going to pull them out when you miss me?"

Out of the corner of his eye he saw people starting to make their way inside, probably for more drinks or more dancing or probably just to get away from him and Q. Whatever their reason, Tane was happy.

"What hand?" he whispered back, gently cupping Q's erection.

Sash/Q/Bo: Sash swigged his tiny shot of alcohol as soon as the bartender had his back to them. He wanted more, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Wait, yes they could...

'Q got us a hotel room. Booked it long ago apparently. We got top floor. What are you guys doing?' Something nearby, he hoped.

Bo smiled down at his phone, pursed his lips because it confused him why it would make him happy, and saved the photo.

{Text} It's you

{Text} https://youtu.be/0_gljD6_nTU

Maybe Conor would find it funny. Probably not.

{Text} Don't jump in. I'm not there to save your hair.

A particularly ticklish spot near his collarbone caused Q to laugh. "Yeah. I'll watch us and think of you and cum in your honor." Words. Just words spewing from his lips because he couldn't concentrate past that very masculine hand.

"You're making me want to leave a party early. That's not fair."

He just prayed that Sash didn't come up here looking for them, find them in such a compromising position and that faraway look of drunken romance in his eyes. Tane found subtle ways of swallowing his lust whole.

"We need to leave or we need to find a quieter spot."

Sean/Conor: 'A hotel too.' He licks his lips and sips his drink. 'Are you sharing a room with him?'

Mostly, the video confused him. He's never seen anything like that before in his life.

{Text} Why?

{Text} If I jump maybe you'll definitely have to come to rescue me

Tane: "Am I? I can't imagine why," Tane purred, hand kneading softly into flesh. He placed one more kiss on the ticklish spot and lifted his head to take a look around.

Q was right; they'd need a quieter, more private spot for what he had in mind. And as much as he hated to be a cliché, sometimes you had to do what you had to do.

"We're in luck, gorgeous." Two more kisses and Tane was getting to his feet with Q in his arms. "There's a bathroom right over there."

Sash/Q/Bo: 'We are but not really. He bought a room with two beds before he decided to bring along his not-boyfriend boyfriend. The not-boyfriend has a room but I'm taking it. I'm not stupid.'

Bo had little idea to explain without killing the joke, so he ignored it for now.

{Text} You'll have soggy fingers by the time I get there.

Q got to his feet and led Tane to the rooftop bathroom without any hesitation. This wouldn't be his first time experiencing bathroom sex and dammit it probably wouldn't be his last, but right now he was too overwhelmed by lust to give a shit about propriety and cleanliness.

Tane was pushed forward and the door closed and locked.

Sean/Conor: 'So... he wouldn't notice if you... weren't alone tonight?' ... Eyebrows raise.

{Text} Does that mean you wouldn't be willing to hold my hand?

... That even felt weird to Conor, but it was too late. The message had been sent. He felt like throwing his phone into the water.

Tane: Tane couldn't help but grin. Oh, the lovely things he had in mind for this man. The cleanliness of the bathroom was the absolute last thing on his mind.

He chuckled as Q pushed him inside, taking him into his arms and kissing him with renewed vigor the moment the lock clicked.

Sash/Q/Bo: 'You want that?' He just needed to confirm, given their last face-to-face conversation. Of course he'd love for Sean to join him tonight, to wake up in the morning to a cup of coffee and a gorgeous man looking out from the balcony. It was a fantasy right out of a novel, and fleeting. Unfortunately, he was still laboring under the assumption that this was only temporary.

{Text} If I have to save a reaper I have the right to wear it as a badge of honor.

Bo once more sat his phone down to give Brett Parker his attention.

Demanding and borderline suffocating arms wound around Tane's neck, using his barely-inebriated strength to lift himself onto his toes, pulling him down to level their height difference.

Sean/Conor: Sean nods, 'I want you- I mean... That.' a playful smile accompanied a wink. He did want that, and he did want Sash. Whatever happens will happen, at least they won't spend months wondering what could have been.

Conor scoffs.

{Text} I'll make you one personally.

Back to staring out at the horizon, then.

Tane: "Such impatience," he murmured against Q's lips, obligingly ducking down.

...and down...

...and just a little bit further down....

....until his mouth was level with Q's groin.

Sash/Q/Bo: "I know you want me," he grinned. 'Came to my brother's house because of a photo. I'll never let you forget that.'

Sean's stool was pulled a few inches closer, his hand remained on the edge of his seat. If Sean wanted he could take it.

Bo kissed Brett Parker's cheek, his hand, and glanced down at the ring on his finger again.

{Text} You shouldn't be alone right now.

He'd wanted kisses, but watching Tane dip down his body...he'd forgotten where he initially wanted those lips. The bouncer had better ideas. By all means. Kiss him everywhere. He would help; he would unfasten his jeans and caress and tug Tane's hair.

"Don't stop."

Sean/Conor: Sean's smile is wide. 'It was a good decision.' he adjusts his legs so that one would be outside of Sash's and the other would be between them. The hand is taken. He just wanted the night to go well.

Conor tilted his head at that.

{Text} Why not?

Tane/Brett: Brett smiled softly at the kisses, following the direction of Bo's gaze. "It looks just as perfect on you as I hoped."

Tane gave a chuckle that tapered to a purr as he eased Q's pants down just enough to expose him. "Eager and impatient." A beautiful combination in this man.

Stop? He had no intention of doing such a thing. No, he was going to take this beautiful man into his mouth and caress every last inch of him.

Sash/Q/Bo: As his hand was occupied, there was only one choice for communication. He leaned closer so that Sean could utilize his hearing.

"Do I get a kiss before midnight, or are you going to make me wait?"

Bo leaned his weight against the sheriff's chest and continued his conversation with Conor. If Brett wanted to know, he would tell him. Otherwise he wouldn't mention this mysterious stranger he was texting at eleven at night.

{Text} I just imagine you drowning in a sea of faces, alone yet suffocated.

Quintin was lost in his own little Heaven, gasping Tane's name, giving his lover an awkward private dance for his mouth to feel.

Sean/Conor: Sean bites his lip at the proximity, the question had been one he was wondering himself. He didn't think he could wait until midnight, that felt years away. He didn't want to rush, but, fuck.

Turning his head, he kisses Sash's jaw. "There." He teases with a fairly smug smile.

The hybrid stared at his phone. That assumption... wasn't far off, really...

{Text} Some of us were born to be alone.

He was fine with that. He didn't feel lonely. He didn't feel anything.

At least, that had been true for the past hundred years. What about now? He looked to the sky for the answer.

Tane/Brett: Brett nuzzled his face into Bo's hair, breathing in his shampoo and immediately feeling comforted.

"Are you mocking Peabody for celebrating New Year's at the station with his girlfriend?"

Spurred by Q gasping his name with such abandon, Tane hummed around his shaft, bobbing his head while his hands massaged Q's hips and ass.

He wanted to take his time, to explore and drive Q crazy with need, but there would be plenty of time for that later tonight. Right now his only focus was making Q completely fall apart at his hands.

To that end, he took Q completely to the root without warning.

Sash/Q/Bo: Bo frowned at his phone, but smiled once again at the mention of Peabody.

“No, but I should. I shall after this.” Still no indication of the person on the other end of his texts. A large portion of his being hoped Brett didn’t ask questions. He would be honest, and he didn’t want to frighten the sheriff after what he’d been through. He still couldn’t remember having met Conor Archer, still didn’t know just how dangerous he could be and he didn’t want to underestimate him. Still, he continued.

{Text} That’s such a mawkish answer, but I understand where you’re coming from.

Sash’s mind had fallen somewhere short of paradise by nothing more than a prudish kiss. His smile was a Traxler classic, wide enough to cause deep creases in his cheeks; the same kind of smile Sean would have seen from his bartender for many nights prior.

‘More’ and ‘kiss’ were similar signs, but he was sure Sean would get the gist despite their limited light.

Upstairs, Q felt as though he’d lost his mind. Once more he felt his strict control fly out the window, moaning his lover’s name while desperately fucking his mouth, squeezing his hair with both hands, doing a piss-poor job of keeping quiet.

Sean/Conor: {Text} No, it's true. Some of us are destined for bigger things than falling in love with someone.

That's so trivial. He could do so much more with his life.

That smile made Sean's heart skip a beat, and he could do nothing but obey. Lips press to the same spot they had before, only to trail along his jaw and lower down his neck.

Tane/Brett: Brett laughed softly. Satisfied by Bo's answer, he saw no need to press further. "As much as the two of you snark at each other, I just know you're secretly really good friends."

That's it, thought Tane, redoubling his efforts only to pull away, kissing and nuzzling Q's thighs and scrotum, taking him again.

He'd repeat this random pattern until Q simply couldn't hold off any longer.

Sash/Q/Bo: {Text} What do you think you're destined for that's left you so alone?

"I don't hate Peabody." He couldn't say he cared enough for such a caustic emotion. Few people he loathed, and the deputy was nowhere near that list. No, the man, though a little foolish in his relationship, was harmless.

Such a simplistic kiss, as the one before it, stirred Sash to the point of visible shivers and leaning away. Oh, he was floating away yet anchored by his libido.

"That's good," he grinned.

Tane was bordering on torture, and Q was barely holding himself together. Each time he was denied his orgasm he whimpered, fucked the air and hoped the bouncer would take him back. The fourth time was one too many, and Tane was held in place by his hair.

"Don't move, please, fuck...fuck..."

Sean/Conor: Conor had to wonder why Bo was even still replying to him.

{Text} I play a very big role in this life and the next. The type of role that requires thought, not feeling.

Sean blinked when Sash moved away, his concern was fleeting and easily replaced with a grin.

"Isn't it my turn?" He taps his own cheek.

Tane/Brett: For some reason that made Brett smile. From anyone else, that statement would sound petulant. From Bo, however, it was almost an expression of fondness.

"I'm sure he feels the same. He wears the gloves you gave him every day."

Tane would've smiled if he'd been able. How could anyone resist those sweet, needy little whimpers?

Resolving to get more of them out of Q before the night was out, Tane gave his hips a squeeze, encouraging Q to use him to completion.

Sash/Q/Bo: The answer was simple, and one he would keep to himself. He didn't want Conor to be alone tonight.

"Everyday? Whatever for?"

{Text} I believe that might be the case, though without emotion, I must wonder what is left to live for. Even in the name of intellectual fulfillment one must have passion.

"I've wanted to kiss your forehead since we met," Sash laughed. "And your nose." He wanted both of those. He would start by holding Sean's face steady, pressing his warm lips against his smooth brow.

To completion he would. Q had made a point of saving himself sexually for tonight. His app had been placed on hiatus for the past three days with Tane in mind. It all led to this moment, filling his lover's mouth with his white seed, moaning his name in those needy little whimpers the bouncer loved so much.

Sean/Conor: Conor tilted his head as he read, going back over it two or three times before responding.

{Text} Nobody said anything about having something to live for.

"What?" Sean chuckles. Really? That's interesting. He remains still, trying to keep his grin under control and failing. It was sweet and loving and made his heart skip a beat.

Tane/Brett: "He despises the cold and apparently those gloves are surprisingly warm." At least that was what Peabody claimed. Brett had a sneaking suspicion the reason was far more sentimental.

"Plus he's been out in the woods a lot."

Tane felt himself begin to throb as he swallowed Q down and gently worked him through his orgasm, all those gorgeous little noises going straight to his cock. He'd have to do something about that eventually but for now his only focus was the beautiful man above him.

He would only pull off when he was sure Q was spent, licking him clean and whispering praise as he pressed tiny kisses to Q's thighs and abdomen.

Sash/Q/Bo: {Text} To have role is to have something to live for, or you're just existing because you're used to it.

"Well, that wasn't what I had intended them for. They're utility gloves."

Bo looked up from his phone, forced it aside.

"Does he hunt?" He couldn't think of why else Peabody would be walking around in all of that filth.

The purposeful kiss to Sean's nose was sneaky, closer to his cheek than the supposed intended area. He nuzzled and kissed again, just shy of his mouth. "Are these good?"

Q felt for Tane's hair, squeezed and tugged. He was much too far away, though he did so love the care and affection. It's what set Tane apart from everyone else, save for a certain lawyer.

"I need to kiss you right now," he panted. "And we need a condom or I need to be the one on my knees."

Sean/Conor: {Text} I am an in fieri God. The latter.

Oh, his weak and fragile heart. So susceptible Sean is to such kisses from beautiful, playful boys. Especially ones named Sash.

He clutches his chest. "Go easy on me."

Tane/Brett: "A little," said Brett, nodding. "He's mostly been clearing some of the smaller bridges at the creek and the river and some of the hiking trails. All the snow broke off a lot of dead branches."

Q would be able to feel Tane's smile against his skin as he kissed his way up Q's body until he landed at his lips.

"You're in luck, my beautiful," he said in a low, rumbling whisper in between kisses. "I've got one in my pocket."

And as soon as he got Q's pants all the way down, Tane was going to pick him up and set him on the counter against the wall.

Sash/Q/Bo: Bo frowned, but there was nothing to warrant the expression.

"Is he going to invite us to go hiking? Tell him I'm still sick." His injuries were nearly a year old and well healed, so it was very much a lie. Only a single cramp in his thigh remained, but it wasn't something he'd willingly reveal.

His phone was momentarily forgotten. He couldn't imagine Conor being very interested to begin with.

"Is it midnight yet?" Oh. Oh! Speaking of. Sash suddenly straightened, looked around the club.

'Do you see Q?'

Still tucked away on the roof, Q laid back for his lover's viewing pleasure and access. This wasn't exactly how he'd planned for tonight to go. Neither Tane nor Sean had been part of his original scenario. Overwhelmed by his vociferous libido, he was trapped with tunnel vision.

Sean/Conor: Sean started to shake his head, only to be distracted by the question. He starts to look around in search for Sash's brother. "No, we can go look for him if you want." as much as he enjoyed being semi-alone (they definitely weren't physically alone, but Sean felt mentally alone) with Sash, he understood he'd want to spend this time with his brother. It was why he had come to Edenton after all.

Conor figured he'd stop replying sooner or later anyway, he had better things to do than engage in nihilistic conversations with a demon hybrid. That's fine. He'd go back to staring at the sky.

Tane/Brett: Brett laughed softly and kissed Bo's hair. "He hasn't, but if he ever does I'll be sure to tell him no. Why?" He kissed Bo's hair again, nuzzling against it. "Don't fancy walking through the woods while Peabody complains about Bridget?"

Tane was humming in approval as he took in and lavished every inch of Q in affection. He wanted to get his gorgeous bartender completely naked and devour him whole, but that would mean letting Q's clothing touch the floor.

Much better to simply move all that cumbersome fabric out of his way.

"What do you say, gorgeous?" he asked Q, freeing himself from his jeans with a relieved groan before slipping the condom on. "Are you going to let me take you?"

Sash/Q/Bo: "I don't want to hear him complain like an old bitter husk in a failed marriage. If I have to sweat out in nature being eaten alive by bugs, I'd rather with you." He smiled, clearly about to be rude. "You don't talk nearly as much."

Sash tried not to let his relief shine too brightly. He wanted to see Q, but if it wasn't midnight yet, then that meant he had more time with Sean.

'I'll look when there's ten minutes left. Want to get back to dancing?' he smiled.

Q couldn't contain his smile. Despite coming down from his high, this body was eager. Hunger for another felt cliché, but the reality was just that. Still, he couldn't help himself.

"Two hundred dollars, and you have to sleep in my bed tonight."

Sean: Sean didn't have to be asked twice. He stood, offering a hand. He was excited to have Sash's body move against his again. It made him feel free and happy, and there's nothing more perfect than that.

Tane/Brett: Oh, Brett recognized that smile. It always preceded something that almost always made him want to laugh, especially in an inappropriate setting.

Luckily for him, there was no one around to judge him for laughing.

"Why talk when I could kiss your beautiful face?" he said, eyes full of mirth. "Don't ever let Peabody hear you call him a husk though. He might invite Bridget to the station more often and we'll have to hear her complaints about the décor."

"Just try to keep me out of it," Tane said with a grin, getting rid of his shirt before pulling Q into another kiss. He knew very well how much Q loved touching him, and Tane would be remiss to deny him. "Just wait until we get home. We're going to do a lot of things in your bed, but sleeping isn't one of them."

He pulled out another packet, this one containing lube. Just because they were about to fuck in a bathroom in a club didn't mean he would allow Q to be uncomfortable for even one second. Q would be prepped with loving, relentless fingers, and only taken when he was completely ready.

Sash/Q/Bo: His companion made a face. “Don’t talk like that. You’re the sheriff. Be more masculine,” he laughed. That was too much romance on a night such as this.

“She told me plants have brains and feel pain, so that’s why I should eat a cow. Please don’t let her into the station. Every brain cell is sacred and she’s a murderer of mine when she talks to me.”

Sean’s hand was taken; he was led back to the dance floor with purpose in Sash’s step. As soon as he recognized the vibrations of the new trendy song, he turned his back to press against Sean’s chest. If not for the crowd, he would be concerned (somewhat) for breaking some rule on physical boundaries. For as long as no one tapped their shoulders and told them to stop, he would enjoy Sean’s nearness in a way one might assume was to sexually arouse. It might have been, but who was to say?

“Home?” Q tried to breathe. “First, we’re going to destroy our hotel room, then we can destroy my bed.”

Of course he loved touching the bouncer. One might consider those two hands on his throat to be violent, but they were anything but. He wanted to feel Tane’s jaw move with his kiss. He wanted to possess this man in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time with anyone. For tonight, this was his. He earned him.

“You brought a little packet of lube,” he laughed. “You had this all planned out, didn’t you, baby?” Nevermind being on the bathroom counter. He turned, offered his ass out, chest pressed against where he’d sat.

“Fuck me like you mean it.” He was more than ready.

Sean: Sean hadn't been expecting that, and he has to just take a second for himself to enjoy the view. He leans back an inch, looking down at their bodies together.

With a smile on his face he takes hold of Sash's hips and starts to move along with him. Everyone was practically doing the same thing, and were mostly too drunk to notice or care about them, so he felt confident. His only wish was to be able to see this in third person, it must be incredible.

Tane/Brett: Apparently tonight was going to be one of those nights where the mighty sheriff of Edenton was going to be giggly and carefree and not at all masculine.

"I can't help it." He gave one of those kisses to Botan's cheek. "I need a concrete reason to kick her out, but I promise the next time she comes in I'll protect you. Can't very well have her killing everyone's brain cells."

There was that grin again, saying far more than words ever could. "Neither of them stand a chance."

Tane let Q feel him as much as he wanted, nuzzling and kissing those hands when he could bear to move away from Q's lips. "Not planned," he chuckled. "Just prepared for any eventuality."

What he wasn't prepared for, however, was having all of Q presented to him on a silver platter.

For a moment all he could do was stare, taking in that perfect body and that perfect ass, growling softly as he bent to kiss Q's lower back before easing inside him. Tane would be gentle at first, allowing Q to adjust to him, allowing Q to feel him.

Then that beautiful body was going to be yanked back against Tane's chest as Tane gave Q exactly what he wanted.

Sash/Q: Sash wanted to feel Sean breathe against him, every rise and cave of his chest as his own. There was something sexually appealing in watching someone like Sean Archer pant for breath. He wanted an excuse to see him shirtless, sweating, and out of breath. A gym was an innocent fantasy, the other…made him wonder what Sean’s hotel room looked like.

For now, they were dancing, and so long as they were, he would forget about time, about the crowd of people, and for the time being, about where his brother had gone.

Fingers found their way to Sean’s hands, felt for his wrists and squeezed. He rolled his hips and closed his eyes. He dared to find his dance partner’s fingers and sink his between them.

Something about the combination of growl and affection sent a shiver up Q’s spine, one Tane would have the pleasure to witness. He didn’t care if he knew what he did, how he made the bartender feel. Moments like these, he wanted Tane Lukela to know everything, especially when he entered his body, causing him to scratch at the counter, moan his name in full. Not Big T, not tonight. Tonight, he was Tane, and his name would be uttered many times before he came.

“Ah, fuck me,” he breathed. “Fuck me, yeah.” Oh, the bathroom mirror. His naked form stretched, spine curved to accommodate their position complemented the towering figure behind him.

“L-Look at us.”

Sean: "Careful." Said into Sash's ear, and both their hands lifted to sign it. Sash's fingers held between Sean's while he made the action. He didn't want to let go. He didn't want Sash to think he wanted to let go.

Careful, because you're going to turn me on.

He would feel Sean's breath, hot against his neck. He was tempted to let his mouth explore, but didn't want to push his luck with any of this.

Tane: Pleasure didn't quite do justice to how it felt to see the effect he was having on Q. It was a powerful feeling, knowing you could elicit such a visceral reaction from someone you were attracted to. Someone you were enamored with.

However strange their relationship might seem, in this moment, sheathed inside Q while he moaned Tane's name, there was no mistaking how they felt about each other.

Every sound Q made spurred Tane on, making his hips move harder and deeper and more purposefully. Not faster though. He wasn't going to go faster just yet. He wanted Q to feel each and every thrust, to remember it every time he moved for the next week.

"Look at us?" he murmured, meeting Q's eyes in the mirror. "Look at you." Tane kissed Q's neck and shoulder, never breaking their gaze. "Do you see how beautiful you are?" That shoulder was nipped. "How absolutely fucking perfect?"

Sash/Q: The intimate signing made Sash giddy. His smile was ridiculous, it had to be, but from their position Sean would barely see it. Be brought his hand to his mouth and gave his knuckles a quick and seemingly innocent kiss. That was careful, wasn’t it? What about his wrist, or his forearm? It was as far as he could go with that limb, so he turned to kiss his opposite shoulder. Look how careful he was being!

“I am fucking perfect,” Q laughed. “You’re fucking perfect; you know you are.” He couldn’t decide which to do. He wanted to hold and caress the back of Tane’s head, squeeze and comb his hair, but he also wanted to touch himself, to make himself cum all over the dirty bathroom. He could have both.

“Touch me…stroke me.”

Sean: That was definitely not careful. The electricity he felt coming from Sash's lips shot all the way through his body. It didn't matter where he kissed. It all felt the same - intoxicating and addictive. He suddenly wanted to ask Sash to stay. Don't go. You don't even like your school.

But that was not his place.

He kissed below Sash's ear, just a little bit more than a peck. Then, further down his neck.

Tane: Tane wasn't so sure about that, but he took and enjoyed the compliment all the same. Something about Q made everything he said and did in regards Tane left him feeling satisfied in some way.

"Touch you?" Still keeping eye contact, Tane's right hand snaked down Q's front, wrapping around him and stroking lazily while his lips occupied themselves with Q's shoulder and his other hand with Q's nipple.

"Like this?" he whispered against Q's skin.

Sash/Q: Sash closed his eyes in an attempt to tune out their surroundings. He wanted to feel only sensation itself via vibration and luscious lips. He wanted to remember if they were warm or soft or felt correct to his skin. There was no need for apprehension whether or not their lack of propriety was glaring, but no place so condensed with life was free of antagonists. They still had their unadoring audience.

Sash visibly shivered, laughed at Sean's affections. The sound was bubbly; no need to fear malicious intent.

"Not how I thought I'd spend tonight." He turned himself around, wrapped his arms around Sean's neck, weaved his fingers together.

"When is the wedding? I can go as your date?" If Sean could even hear him over the music.

Q smiled at the mirror. Somehow it was possible for more blood to rush to his cock. Tane would feel an approving throb accompany his soft uneven moan.

"Just like that. Fuck... I'll cum." And he would by the end of Sean and Sash's song. Not long at all, but this was Tane. He couldn't help it. He would spill out all over the floor and his hand, grunting his lover's name and laughing at his peak.

"I need your cum," he purred.

Sean: The laugh filled Sean with warmth. He straightened as Sash turned, moving his hands to Sash's hips. Audience? What audience? This world was theirs, and they would rule as kings; they would rule this world together not with fear, but with... desire.

Of course he could hear Sash. If not, he'd read lips. If he couldn't do that, he'd tap into the vibrations of the universe and locate Sash's unique vibe.

"Every day. You'll jus' have to be my date every single day. They're jus' gettin' married over an' over again for about... fifty years."

Tane: The approving throb and moan were met with a soft growl and more affection, this time to the back of Q's neck. Tane wanted access to those beautiful collar bones more than anything, but for now he contented himself with this. There would be time later tonight.

He rewarded Q's declaration by finally speeding his thrusts, wanting to bring his beautiful bartender to another orgasm that much sooner, to feel his seed coating his hand while Q said his name over and over and over again. And god, that laugh. He was fucking enamored.

Another growl, more kisses. "Where?" he murmured.

Sash/Q: Despite what he normally would have felt over such a committing declaration, Sash laughed and kissed his dance partner’s chin. It had taken him a moment to understand what Sean was saying in their limited light, but putting it together, he had to admit, Sean had a way with words which made him feel warm and desired. He didn’t have to take his flirtations so seriously. It was all just a joke. Wasn’t it?

“They’ll get tired before we will,” he grinned, played along. “I have great stamina.” Maybe he’ll find out later, if Sean wanted such intimacy. For now, he would have to be content with many, many kisses scattered randomly on his face.

Those growls would make him live forever, Q believed. He gasped and tried to collect his thoughts before they flew away.

“Inside me.” He could demand that with confidence while wearing a condom. He wanted Tane to enjoy as much as possible. He wanted to feel those arms around him, their raw strength when he came. He wanted to hold onto his lover the best he could and memorize how they looked in the mirror.

Sean: Of course, Sean was just being playful. It was quite obvious it was a joke, despite the sentiment behind it being... probably accurate. He laughs under all that affection, unconsciously bringing Sash as close as possible.

"I have endless stamina," said with lips pressed against Sash's ear, he may not even be able to hear what he's saying but he'll sure as hell feel Sean's mouth against him. Fuck. Yes. He wanted to see proof of Sash's stamina. He wanted to see his beautiful little body, he wanted - ah, snap out of it, Sean!

He exhaled and pulled back to sign, 'I told you to be careful.' He was about one kiss away from getting hard. This wasn't fair.

Tane: Tane couldn't remember ever being more grateful for a condom in his life. He would've finished anywhere Q had asked him to, but he couldn't deny how glad and relieved he was not to have to leave Q's warmth. He wanted them to be connected like this always, to feel Q clenched around him every moment of every day so he could pleasure and adore him the way his bartender deserved.

Just like he deserved every kiss Tane was placing on his neck and shoulders as he finally focused on his release, every brush against his skin, every light, loving pinch to his nipples. The image Q would see in the mirror was nothing less than Tane trying to devour him whole. And after a few more hard, well-angled thrusts, Tane was squeezing Q tight and dissolving into a mess of moans and groaned curses.

Sash/Q: ‘I am being careful,’ he signed, still pressed against Sean as best he could without crowding his hands. ‘I’m being a very good boy.’ See? Feel these soft kisses against your neck, your jaw? Aren’t these so nice? He wanted to give him more than that, but he reminded himself of their first night. He wanted to respect Sean’s restraint. However, that perfect mouth against his own neck had told a different tale. Maybe something might happen tonight. He would absolutely love that. He wouldn’t demand it, but he would sure appreciate keeping this man close and bask in his warmth. This was going to be a good memory, regardless of sex.

Q made sure those arms were wrapped around him like a belt. Tane’s strength was something to admire. This man could crush him; he was letting go yet withholding. It was as beautiful as he knew it would be despite their surroundings.

The thunder in his veins had abated, as too did his heavy breathing, lulled into a gentle hum of bliss. He wanted to remain in their position for as long as possible. He was filled and he was loved and it was dangerous and it was freedom.

“You feel so good,” he purred. “Perfect man.” My perfect man. Mine tonight.

Sean: Sean wouldn't call this careful, he'd call it the opposite. It was dangerous and naughty and... fucking beautiful.

Sash's face is stilled, cupped gently in Sean's hand. He looks the other over, wanting to understand his thoughts, his hopes. He wished he could know exactly what Sash wanted or needed from him. A thumb moved over his lips gently, signalling, he hoped, that he wanted him but would be gentle and patient if it was required.

Tane: Q needn't have worried; Tane and his arms weren't going anywhere. He was going to keep right on holding Q to his chest as he caught his breath, kissing and nuzzling everywhere he could reach.

He barely even noticed that they were still in the bathroom, and even if he had it would've made little difference. His only focus was the man tucked safely in his arms.

"Mmmm, so do you, my beautiful," he whispered. I'm all yours. Tonight and always. "You're the perfect one. So good and so perfect for me."

Sash/Q: Sash answered his touch with a kiss to Sean's thumb, eyes locked to his. He wanted excitement, treasured memories; he wanted Sean in whatever way he was allowed tonight.

Did his kiss answer his pondering?

"Do we gotta wait for midnight?"

The mirror could only satisfy so much. Q had to turn himself just so to capture that handsome mouth. He wanted to thank someone, something for creating this impressive specimen of man.

Oh, shit.

"We left my brother downstairs with Sean," he laughed, pressed his forehead against his lover. "Fuck, we're terrible."

Sean: Sean doesn't really have to think. In fact, come morning he'd believe he hadn't been thinking at all. There was a buzz in the air, in his hands, in his heart and lips.

He shakes his head, and continues to do so until his mouth presses to Sash's.

He was effortlessly passionate and attentive. So easily did his lips care for the other's. A tongue moves along his bottom lip, only to then gently and faintly taste the inside of his mouth. He wouldn't shove too hard or be too gentle, it was need and want mixed with affection and sweetness.

It was Sash's first time with a man, and this might cause uncertainty or anxiety. He may even just be a curious experiment for the other to explore and deduce his sexuality from. He didn't think that was the case, but he'd let Sash's reaction tell him.

Tane: Tane was only too happy to oblige, loosening his hold just enough to let Q adjust before holding him close again and pouring himself into the kiss. He couldn't wait until they were back at the hotel so he could kiss Q all over.

"We did," he chuckled, nuzzling Q. "He's hanging out with Sean though, he's covered." More kisses. "We'll be down by midnight."

Sash/Q: Sash placed his hands on Sean’s head, ran his fingers over what little hair there was and enjoyed his nearness. Sean was so warm. Despite their crowded sweaty surroundings, it made Sash feel safeguarded. Protected enough to hug his neck, enough to sigh into their kiss and offer his tongue. This felt natural, as though they’d known one another far longer than they had. Right now, that wasn’t an important sensation. Not nearly as significant as pressing himself against him, allowing Sean to feel what he had caused. Firmness which he would know he was responsible for.

Maybe it was the vibrations, the bits of alcohol he’s stolen, the lights, the heat, the intimacy. He was free, but this was a high. He would have to come down eventually.

Q was coming down from his own high, nuzzling the bouncer in return. “They look good together, huh? Hope they can enjoy themselves and keep it realistic.” Realistic, like this? Like pretending for thirty minutes that Tane was his and his alone, that he could belong to this man exclusively? He could not speak of realism.

“We need to clean up.”

Sean: Oh - oh his goodness. He hadn't been expecting that at all. He does consider the atmosphere and the alcohol, almost enough to make him want to push Sash away. No, Sash. Your head is cloudy. You only want this because of where we are, not because of who we are. Could I be anyone else? Am I just the lucky one against your lips tonight?

He didn't want to make the decision for him, he didn't want to demand that Sash isn't thinking right if he is. So he'd let Sash's body do the talking. Pun intended.

Hands focus on the other's hips, bringing him closer and rolling their bodies in time with the music. He pressed more into Sash's crotch, wanting to provide him with teasing friction while they kissed.

Tane: Tane nodded, smiling. "They do. If I were a betting man, I'd say they'll be doing plenty of enjoying before the night ends." And if not by the end of the night, then definitely by the end of the week. You could only resist that kind of attraction so much, and he should know.

"Mmmm, let me help you with that." Q was given three more kisses before Tane (reluctantly) pulled himself away, bending to clean his bartender with lips and tongue before dampening a paper towel with warm water and finishing the job.

Sash/Q: Sean’s advances would be met with youthful firmness, obviously eager and delighted with their dance and with their kiss. He knew Sean would feel it. If he didn’t want to, he would lean away, and Sash wouldn’t make a single complaint. He would have no right to. He watched Sean carefully, leaned away to force eye contact and bit his lip. How would that make him feel?

“I don’t know about that. I’m not interested in anything but knowing that a condom was involved.” Whether Sean arrived with protection was irrelevant. Sash had been provided plenty from his brother.

“Mm, you’re just too perfect.” And the proof was on his skin. Q leaned his weight against the counter and sighed blissfully, watched as Tane cleaned his body of sweat and semen.

“Still like how I taste?”

Sean: When Sash pulls away Sean takes to catching his breath, eyes only on the other. His gaze lowers to Sash's lips, causing him to lick his own, and then travel further south. He wondered if he could see Sash's bulge. He wondered where Sash's brother was, and when he'd come back to find them like this. He wondered where his own brother was, and if he should message him to come back. He wondered how Sash's cum tasted.

He felt himself hardening, and it made him laugh. Such a freeing feeling this was.

He kisses the other's chin, and jaw, and neck. How could he resist? He had felt intrigued by Sash the moment he saw a picture of him, he had found him beautiful and hadn't changed his mind.

Tane: He chuckled softly. "I'm sure it will be." Especially if either Sean or Sash were anything like Tane. One always had to hope (and prepare) for the best.

"Mmmm, of course I do, my beautiful," Tane murmured, kissing just below Q's navel, then straightening to kiss his lips. "I love how you taste. All of you. You're going to go really well with caramel sauce later."

Sash/Q: Seeing Sean laugh, feeling the rhythm with his hands on his chest, made him in love with that moment. In his young opinion, moments were what made life bearable. Moments just like this. Someone somewhere in the world, many people he hoped, were filled with the same sensation of euphoria. Without joy and all its accompanying emotions, life was not worth the arduous repetition.

Sash tilted this way and that to enjoy those giving lips. They were on a dance floor, so, he had to sway his hips, make every movement seem purposeful.

His hand pressed deep over Sean’s heart, pumped as an indication of his own heartbeat. See what you’ve made him do? His pulse was racing.

Q was grinning from ear to ear. Hearing that pet name never got old. Tane made him feel sexy in a way so few clients could. More than an object of relief, but a person of worship. Someone to be admired for just a little more than his ass and cock. Perhaps more than a little.

“If we’re licking each other clean, maybe I need to get on my knees. Hmm?” No, they needed to go. He knew that Tane knew. He knew what Tane would say and he looked forward to it.

“I brought a special cherry oil with you in mind,” he hummed, tapping his fingers over those perfectly full, perfectly aged lips.

Sean: Sean smiled. Fucking hell. How is this really happening? It's too... perfect. Something is going to ruin this, right? It has to. Nothing could possibly go this well.

The hand is taken and brought to his mouth to be innocently and sweetly kissed... and then playfully bitten between the index and the thumb.

Tane: "What happened to needing to get back downstairs, hm?" Tane asked with a grin of his own, kissing Q once, twice. "Not that I don't want to. I wanna spend hours licking each other clean. Adoring every single inch of you."

Cherry oil? He was intrigued. "And just what are you planning to do with that?" he asked, kissing Q's finger.

Sash/Q: "Rude," Sash laughed. He hoped tonight would end on a smooth note, but he wasn't going to hold his breath. The life he'd lived meant enjoying what was available until it was depleted. Sean was going to stay here and he had to go back to school. Enjoy this moment with Sean's sexy smile while it lasted.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Demonstration, licking Tane's taut neck and down to his chest. He hummed, growled in frustration at his own procrastination.

"Alright, alright." He had to force himself to finish dressing and straightening his clothes.

"Do I look like I just got fucked by Hercules?" Oh well. One more kiss and it was time to head back downstairs.

Sean: Sean tutted and shook his head. "I would never be rude t'you." to prove it, he kisses where was bitten, and trails his lips all up Sash's arm, until finding his neck once again.

Tane: Tane gave a soft, pleased hum, letting his head tilt back as he savored these last moments of precious contact before he had to give Q up and share him with the rest of the world again. And as much as he hated having to do it, he was very much looking forward to having Q to himself for the rest of the weekend.

In all its cherry oil and caramel sauce glory.

He reluctantly followed suit, setting himself to rights and grinning at Q in the mirror. "Yes," he said with no small bit of satisfaction. "To a trained eye."

Sash/Q: Here Sash thought Sean was about to nibble and suck on his finger. He would have been pleased either way. Given the moans Sean had elicited, there would be no doubt how he felt. Unfortunately, big brother Q was coming downstairs to interrupt their escalating flirtations.

"Look at those two," the bartender chuckled. Of all of the men to pursue his baby brother, thank God it was someone like Sean Archer.

Sean: That is far too raunchy. He couldn't possibly do something like that in the middle of somewhere so public... but nibbling his neck a little wasn't out of the question.

Something behind Sash caught his attention and made him ease back. He laughed. "Your brother is back."

Tane: "Very close and cozy," Tane chuckled fondly. He knew exactly how they both felt and it was simultaneously the best and worst feeling in the world.

"Would a certain gorgeous bartender like another drink before the countdown starts?"

Sash/Q: There was no sense in hiding that pout; Sash loved the theater, but his own acting was mediocre at best. Moments like this were meant to feel like a lifetime, instead, it was over as soon as it began.

"Time?" he asked, taking a step back to compose himself.

Q brushed his fingers over Tane's ribs.

"Something with cinnamon? I need a boost and a distraction from you," he grinned.

Sean: Bringing out his phone Sean checked the time, then showed Sash. They had about ten minutes. His phone background was him sat on a stool, singing into a microphone with a guitar on his lap.

"We cheated a little bit," he joked.

Tane: "A distraction, you say? Sounds like a raw deal for me," he chuckled. "I should bring you something that reminds you of me instead."

He stole a quick kiss. "Ever had a cinnamon sparkle?"

Sash/Q: 'The rule wasn't in writing so it doesn't count.' The strobe lights had dimmed. Sash could barely see his own hands, but his attention returned to his brother. He blinked, watching his brother being kissed by the giant. He still couldn't say whether or not he approved of Big T.

"I can tell you I've rarely seen anyone order one." Rum and cognac? "Yes please, I'll have one."

Sean: "Mmm hmm." He happily hummed. His smile faltered when Sash looked away. He followed his gaze and wondered if that bothered him - seeing his brother like that. Was he okay with it? A hand lightly placed on his back, silently supportive.

Tane: "People don't know what they're missing." There wasn't anything not to love about rum, cognac, and peach goodness.

Another kiss. "Two cinnamon sparkles coming right up."

Sash/Q: Sash leaned his weight against his hand and turned, giving Sean a look to prove he was alright. He was just thinking.

Q danced his way through a small crowd of drunks and greeted his brother with an affectionate smack to his shoulder.

'Having a good time?'

'Sean is very good at entertaining,' Sash smiled.

Sean: Sash could say that again.

"Where have you two been?" signed and said.

Tane: The bartender was surprised at Tane's request, echoing what Q had said about it rarely being ordered. Way he saw it, those were often the best drinks; the hidden treasures.

He returned to Q in time to hear Sean's question, trying his best not to look too self-satisfied. "We went up to the roof for a while," he said as he handed Q his glass. "Beautiful view up there." Of Q getting, as he has put it, fucked by Hercules.

Sash/Q: "You guys should go see. Maybe we can see some fireworks from up there. They're going to pop streamers and glitter all of em us at midnight. You choose which you'd prefer."

His drink was sipped, a nod of appreciation given to Big T. "Good call."

Sean: "It must be really packed up there." How did they even manage to find any room to squeeze up on the roof? Surely everyone has the same idea.

Tane: "Kinda, but it's not too bad. The heaters they have up there don't seem to be enough to make many people brave the cold."

Tane smiled. "Told you people don't know what they're missing. Glad you like it."

Sash/Q: 'Do you want to go up there after we get covered in slutty glitter?' Sash was grinning from ear-to-ear. His brother was rolling his eyes.

'You're a bi Emmett Honeycutt. I should have never watched Queer as Folk when you were home.'

He looked to Sean. "He learned how to cuss from the TV shows I watched. Our mother still hasn't forgiven me."

Sash had caught most of that. Enough to retort. 'It's fine. She doesn't understand half of what I say now so I can cuss all I want.'

Sean: What started out as funny, ended up being saddening. His mother didn't even understand him. Just as his own father hadn't taken the time to learn sign language for Conor.

Where is his brother, anyway? He should come enjoy this with people who care about him.

"Don't worry. We'll go up. Let me jus' find my brother."

He brings out his phone and sends a text, asking where he is and if he's okay.

Tane: Tane smiled into his drink. "Reminds me of my and my step-brothers on my mom's side. They cursed in German around me and I ended up repeating everything they said to my mom and my step-dad. They're both still steamed." And it still came up every Christmas.

Sash/Q: 'She's trying. She's been trying for years. Give her better credit.'

Sash waved away Q's scolding. Both frowned.

"I keep forgetting you have brothers," Q said aloud. Sash's eyes darted between them trying to gather as much of the conversation as possible. When his brother realized what he was doing, he reminded himself to sign as he spoke, regardless of his focus.

Sash's fingers gently brushed over Sean's wrist.

'Everything okay?'

Sean: "Hilarious." said sarcastically, and hopefully his expression portrayed this for Sash. He hadn't stopped signing his speech. Aidan would've killed him for that.

Conor lazily checked his phone, and simply responded saying he's fine.

{Text: Con} Come back. It will be midnight soon.

Sean lifts his arm so that Sash's fingers can be brought to his lips. He nodded and smiled reassuringly.

Tane: "Yep," he said with a nod, reminding himself to speak clearly so Sash could read his lips. "Three of them. And three sisters. I'm lousy with siblings."

Sash/Q: Sean was a damn good distraction. He had to force his eyes away.

'Do you have to remember birthdays and wedding anniversaries and niece and nephew birthdays? That's too much. I'd go crazy.'

Q translated for his brother and chuckled. "Same. One of you is enough."

Big brother was weakly shoved.

Sean/Conor: "Hey, I grew up in a house with five siblings and I wouldn't trade it for anything. It was the best." but... he also grew up in a very /large/ house, where they each had their own bedroom and more than enough of their own personal space.

Conor mentally sighed.

{Text: Sean} I don't like it there. It's claustrophobic. Sorry. I'll be in my hotel room. You can video call me if you want to.

Sean bit his lip and read the reply a few times.

Tane: Tane chuckled and nodded. "Yes I do. My calender is a mess of important dates. Got my siblings' birthdays memorized, it's just just the rest of it I need help with."

He smiled at Sean. "Nothing like family chaos."

Sash/Q: Sash was watching Sean with concern. He seemed to be the only one paying any attention to his expression. It was subtle, but noticeable. Enough so to gently rub Sean's lower back and offer an oblivious but comforting smile. He didn't need to know what was being said to know it was putting a nail in his pillow.

Q glanced from Tane to Sash to Sean and back. He arched his brow at the bouncer and sipped his drink.

"Maybe I could have handled more Sashes if I'd lived in a house like Margot's, or anything bigger than a thousand square feet growing up."

Sean: Sean snapped up. Was he being rude? He quickly responded, saying okay, but to come back if he changes his mind. He'll have to stop by Conor's room when they go back.

Putting away his phone he smiled, "Nothin' else is like havin' a siblin'." He moved closer to Sash, appreciating the thoughtful touch.

Tane: He exchanged glances with Q, silently acknowledging the strange vibe but not calling attention to it. He didn't want to put Sean on the spot if he was dealing with something.

"My siblings were spread evenly over two houses so that made it a little easier most of the time. Still had to do the fighting over the bathroom thing.

"You guys do that?" he added to Sean.

Sash/Q: Q smiled to himself, remembering the time a very young Sash tried to use the bathroom stool he stood on to brush his teeth as a barricade to keep him out in the mornings, determined to do everything "all by himself like a big boy".

He began to explain the memory after Sean's response, signing to the best of his abilities as he recollected. It was imperfect, but Sash was grinning.

"I seriously don't remember," he laughed.

Sean: "Uh..." he thought, "nah, we all had our own bathroom." ... How did that make him sound?

He was glad when Q filled the air with his adorable story. Sean's expression matched Sash's.

"Cute." Signed and spoken, like everything else.

Tane: "I would've loved that," Tane said with feeling, recalling mornings spent arguing with his step-sisters before school and every time one of his siblings had barged in when he was showering.

The story made him smile as well. "Very cute. Did you manage to get into the bathroom eventually or did Sash stick to his guns and dominate the morning routine?"

Sash/Q: "It was like a two pound plastic stool. He'd make his bath water like lava! He'd forget the cold knob existed and then whine -"

"I don't like feeling cold," which was why he had no problem whatsoever with the crowded club, with the sweat on his brow, with his jacket forgotten back at the hotel.

Tane: "I feel you, brah." He gave Sash an understanding nod. "I don't like feeling cold either. I never thought it would snow so much when I came here. Q's been teasing me about my Dad sweater," he added with a smile at his bartender.

Sash/Q: "Nothing funnier than a giant of a man in a wool sweater," he smiled right back.

Sash leaned his weight against Sean and nudged his arm with two fingers.

'Aren't they just cute.'

Sean: Sean rolled his eyes with a smile. 'We're cuter.'

Tane: "I'm a Hawaiian giant!" Tane laughed. "I need wool to keep me from turning into an iceberg or a popsicle. I bought a wool scarf too."

Sash/Q: 'You're going to be more cute with glitter all over your body.' Shameless.

Seemed they were already beginning to drift into their own conversations again.

But Q gave the new and possibly temporary couple his attention once more. "You're here with your brother, right? Younger or older?"

Sean: Sean was literally on the verge of leaning down to kiss Sash - because, ah, how fucking delicious - when Q distracted him and made him straighten up.

"Younger. Aidan is the only one older than me. Conor's two years younger, and Ronan's four years younger."

Tane: Tane looked around, trying to spot Conor's hair in the sea of people. "Did he go outside? I don't see him anywhere."

Sash/Q: Sash was back to staring at the man Q had introduced as Big T. He could barely register a word said when the man smiled.

'Do you understand anything I say when I sign?'

Q casually smacked his brother's elbow.

"Guess Conor wants to celebrate differently. To each his own."

Sean: He chose to ignore their little moment. "This isn't really his scene, he came 'cause I made him." Sean shrugged. "I didn't want him t'be alone."

Tane: "Nothing wrong with that." With Conor leaving or with Sean not wanting him to be alone.

"If he comes back in for the countdown we'll get him a drink." He glanced at the brightly lit clock on the wall. "Which is in just a few minutes."

Sash/Q: "If you want, we can go be with him instead," suggested Q. Sash almost pouted, but turned to Sean and nodded in agreement.

Sean: Sean hesitated. He didn't want to ruin their evening, but he didn't want Conor to be alone, either.

"Maybe if we go up to the roof he'll be more comfortable there?"

Tane: Tane smiled and nodded. "I think he would be. It's quieter and less crowded up there. Plus, we'll get a great view of the fireworks."

Sash/Q: "Let's go get him, then."

'We can,' Sash tapped Sean's arm and grinned.

"Well, haven't you guys gotten so cozy."

Sean: It really warmed Sean to know that although they didn't really know Conor they were still willing to care for him and accommodate him. Whether that was for his own benefit or his brother's, he didn't know. It didn't matter. It was so sweet and generous - so rare, that it made him smile and touch his chest.

"Thank you. We could just tell him to meet us up there, if you want?"

He'll let Sash respond to Q's comment.

Tane: "Sure thing." Tane subtly nudged Q and nodded toward the stairs. "Let's go stake out a good spot on the roof." And leave the cozy love birds to have a moment to themselves before the festivities broke out.

Sash/Q: 'As cozy as you two,' Sash replied coolly. Q was ready to respond, but Tane was a well-needed distraction.

'Text him, yeah. Do that because it's cold out,' he laughed.

Sean/Conor: With a nod, out comes his phone.

{Text:} Con, come back! There's somewhere spacious on the roof. Tá grá agam duit xx

Conor smirked and rolled his eyes.

{Text:} Are you drunk?

{Text:} No! Come on.

{Text:} You'd like me to be the fifth wheel?

{Text:} Yeah! See you soon. Xx

"He's on his way."

Tane: Once they were out of sight of Sash and Sean, Tane stole a kiss from Q.

"Ready for the new year, gorgeous?"

Sash/Q: Q smiled, relieved for the kiss. His brother seemed to be in a mood and was getting on his nerves. Not the best way to start the new year.

"Ready as I'm going to be. How are you? Feeling good?"

Sash smiled and nuzzled himself against Sean's shoulder, motioned back to the bar.

“I want what I can't have. I want a Jack and Coke.”

Sean: "Like you said," Sean smiled crookedly, "you can't have it."

Tane: "That's the spirit." Tane kissed him again. "I'm feeling very good. I always do when I'm with you." Maybe just one more kiss. "We're about to celebrate a new year, we're going to have sex all night. Gonna be a good start to the year."

Sash/Q: "Oh yeah?" Q laughed into the extra kisses. "Still watching over Sash, and he might or might not be going with Sean. I can't tell what they want to be."

'Spill some of your Jack into my Coke?' Sash laughed. He wondered if Conor's disappearance had something to do with him, if Conor didn't like the idea of their nearness, if he knew about it at all.

Sean: Sean bit his bottom lip and shook his head. Ah. This much grinning will surely end up harming his face.

"I don't want to be a bad influence."

Tane: "They look like they want to be....." Tane affected his best philosopher face. "In the moment. They seem very in tune with each other."

Sash/Q: "Guess we'll see what happens." In truth, not much stock was going into the idea. Lovely whims, nothing more.

The temperature seemed to have dropped in the space of just minutes. He should have brought a jacket.

Sash was back to pouting, obviously a tease. It didn't matter that much. He could fix himself at the hotel with those adorable little bottles of booze. He'd order himself a soda and keep his plans to himself. For now.

Sean: "Aww. None of that." He kissed the corner of Sash's mouth. "Do you want to go up to the roof now?"

Tane: "Cold?" Tane asked, seeking out the nearest heater and leading them over to it.

And wrapping his arms around Q as soon as he could. Couldn't have him being cold.

Sash/Q: "It's nothing," but still he followed, and still he smiled at Tane's concern and affection. He wondered if this was how Luke Graham felt in his presence. He leaned his weight against him and began to plot their meeting.

"We waiting on your brother?" Sash wrinkled his brow. He was willing to wait if it was what Sean wanted.

Sean: Sean shook his head. "He can meet us up there. It would mean he has to spend less time down here, which I think he'd appreciate." A hand slips into the other's so that he may kiss the back of it.

Tane: Tane smiled to himself, resting his cheek against Q's hair. This right here was exactly how he wanted to start the new year; with the man he loved safe in his arms.

"We should go to Hawaii again this year."

Sash/Q: "We'll go once a year, maybe. Probably. Definitely." For now, he closed his eyes, enjoyed the sound of city life. He missed the clamour.

Sash looked around, seemingly stunned by Sean's little kiss.

'Sir, that is inappropriate behavior,' he laughed. Sean's cheek was given similar treatment, and soon he was being dragged upstairs.

Sean: That only made Sean laugh. Fuck, Sash is so adorable and funny and.... just straight up enticing. He wanted to always be around this vibrant energy. He squeezed Sash's hand as they made their way up the stairs, soon after he was receiving a text from his brother saying that he was about to make his way up to the roof.

Tane: He nodded and kissed the top of Q's head. "Definitely every year. Maybe we could even pop over to Maui or Lanai next time. You'd love both."

Sash/Q: "When Sash gets better settled in college, gets a job, I'll be moving out there. Someplace warm or someplace loud. Hawaii has both, so..." Q turned his head enough to smile. "So you should show me more."

Sash was immediately distracted by city life; seeing his brother's nearness to Tane had him turning his back to them completely.

'Do you have a PS4? Tell me yes. We're going to play together.'

Sean/Conor: Sean laughed, "Nah, Ro does though," he spoke and signed. "I could borrow his."

He then felt a hand on his back, making him turn and grin at his brother, exclaiming his name and giving him a hug.

Tane: "Yes it does. You'd do very well there." Tane firmly believed everyone on earth would do well in Hawaii, and not just because he was biased.

He stole a kiss from that smile. "I'll show you everything, beautiful."

Sash/Q: "Goddamn right you will. I'll do a sweep of every area so we don't get ambushed by a model again." He wondered what Alister was doing this very moment, wondered if she was happy.

'Borrow? I'll buy you one.' He would buy Sean a console with Q's money, so Q will buy him one.

Sash ducked his chin, mentally preparing himself for having to share.

'Hey,' he waved.

Sean/Conor: Sean instantly cringed. No, no. "No way. I can get myself one."

Conor returned the gesture lazily.

"Have a good time, Con?"

'No.'

"Bet you wish Bo was here, huh?" Sean's grin was wide and cheeky. Here, have a middle finger.

'Has Sean been this irritating all night?'

Tane: He laughed softly. He could now, but in that moment with that distinctly irritating woman the encounter hadn't been nearly as amusing. "I doubt we will. Gonna take you to all the nice secluded parts of the islands."

Sash/Q: "So long as we get to skydive next time." Sean's voice had Q turning towards their group. Still couldn't get a read on the brother.

'He won't buy me a real drink. He's not a risk-taker,' he laughed. 'So, is Bo your boyfriend?' Seemed to be what the dots were connecting.

Sean/Conor: Conor shook his head. Not with disgust, no cringe or real rejection of the idea could be seen. He was just correcting an assumption.

'No, a friend, merely.'

"Best friend." A hand goes over Sean's laughing face. Stop that.

'He's being responsible because he cares.'

Tane: "We can go skydiving if you promise not to laugh at me when I scream the whole time."

Sash/Q: "Oh, I'll be recording your ass and I'll be putting it on YouTube. Dont worry, I'll give you all the profits."

Sash smiled at the banter, finding comfort in its similarity to his with the man behind them.

'Will you care less when we get to the hotel?' A not-so-sneaky way of asking their near-future plans.

Sean/Conor: Conor raised an eyebrow while Sean just smirked. "I'll be even more carin' then." His wink made Conor want to gag.

'Disgusting.'

Tane: Tane laughed. "Like hell you are. You're gonna be too busy protecting me from the extreme height."

Sash/Q: Sash simply laughed at the remark. 'So disgusting. He needs to practice better lines.' He simply couldn't tame his smile.

Q's was similar in fashion. "Maybe we'll have to be attached for your first jump. No, actually, no maybe. We will be."

Sean/Conor: It was more the wink that Conor was grossed out by.

'I sometimes feel as though Sean has too much energy for his own good.'

Tane: He had a feeling that even the act of being attached to Q wouldn't curb his fear, but there was no way Tane was jumping without his bartender.

"Yes, we definitely will be. It'll be like when we went swimming together. Remember?"

Sash/Q: 'Too much?' He could think of ways to tire him out. Of course he wouldn't say that in front of Sean's brother. Even he knew that to be in poor taste.

'Has it ever gotten him into trouble?'

"Yes, it'll look hilarious. I'm prepared for comedy. Yeah. I'm gonna purchase a GoPro just for this."

Sean/Conor: 'All the time. Our father caught him-' Sean suddenly caught Conor's hands, stopping his form of communication. Which, obviously, pissed Conor off. His instant reaction was to grab his fingers in return and squeeze, but Sean quickly pulled from his grasp.

"Oi!"

'Don't do that.'

"You're right. I'm sorry." Conor's hand was taken and kissed. "Let's jus' say it's gotten me into a lot of trouble. Like, bein' caught by my brother kissin' a guy before I was out kinda trouble. Breakin' bones kinda trouble."

Tane: Tane laughed and shook his head. "Gonna buy a GoPro just to capture my embarrassment and laugh. Shameful." Q was kissed anyway.

"Gonna show Logan?"

Sash/Q: Sash glanced away as Sean was corrected for silencing his brother. He wasn't going to get involved with that. He returned his eyes seconds later.

'How many bones have you broken?'

"Maybe we can invite her with us when the time comes. That would be the best distraction for her, if you two can get along at that point."

Sean: "My elbow." He'd point to the exact place, by his elbow. "My shoulder." He'd gesture. "My rib. My knee. My ankle." My skull, when a bullet tore through me.

Tane: Tane smiled at the thought. Logan hasn't been to Hawaii since she was still in her mother's belly.

"I hope we can. I want this year to be the one we finally reconnect properly. I want to be in her life."

Sash/Q: 'Were you in a car wreck?' he laughed. 'How the hell...?' Suddenly his broken leg didn't seem like such a war story. His ear, on the other hand...

"We're gonna see about that, okay?" Q whispered in Tane's ear, gave it a quick kiss. "You'll see. I have the magic touch. You two are going to be alright." He hoped.

Sean/Conor: "Not all at the same time!" Sean laughed.

'But almost all due to idiocy. Jumping from a tree, or swing, climbing something he shouldn't be. Taunting people he shouldn't be.'

"What's life without some bruises?" He winked at Sash.

Tane: "You do have the magic touch," he said softly, nuzzling Q. "I wouldn't feel nearly as hopeful about it if you weren't helping me." He'd already proven to himself that his own efforts weren't enough.

Sash/Q: Sash smiled in return, shook his head at Conor's list. "Better than staying indoors all the time where it's safe."

Tane was give a warm squeeze. They could talk more about Logan later, but his confidence in their situation was firm, so long as he remembered his place and patience. Q had to trust him in keeping an appropriate distance from her.

Hearing their conversation, he found a perfect opportunity to tease. Catching Sash's attention.

'You're indoors almost all the time now. What's your favorite video game?'

'It's Fuck You that's what,' they laughed.

"You used to love basketball."

"I still do."

Tane: Tane squeezed him back, sneaking in another kiss to the top of Q's head while he still could. The festivities would be starting any moment.

Though he couldn't understand it, he smiled at Q and Sash's brotherly banter. It made him miss his own brothers.

"When was the last time you played?" Tane asked, lifting his head and turning so Sash could see him properly.

Sash/Q: Sash blinked and processed the big man's sentence. "A month ago."

"See? Practically never," his brother shook his head.

Sean/Conor: "What d'you mean?! That basically makes him a pro!"

Conor slunk back a little, looking out at the sky. Shouldn't it be midnight soon? That was why they had called him back, isn't it? His movement distracted Sean.

Sean nudged him. "C'mon let's send a picture to Bo." He took Conor's phone before he could respond and lifted it, snapping a picture of himself grinning and Conor just staring. It was sent to Bo. "Picture time before midnight!" He waved over the rest of their group. "Tane, you've got the longest arms, right? Take it?"

Tane: Tane smiled to himself. It really was sweet watching Sean and Sash interact. There was definitely something there between them; he hoped they got a chance to explore it.

"That I do," he said, nodding at Sean's question and taking the phone. "Absolutely, I will." He positioned himself right beside Q. "All right, everybody get in here and smile pretty for the camera!"

Sash/Q/Bo: {Text} Was your phone stolen? You seem quite displeased.

The sender was smiling, subtle though it was. He headed for the door, took a photo of the fireworks over the water, and then one of himself, positioning himself to be at the center of the gold and blue explosions.

The positioning couldn't have been better. Conor, Sean, Sash made a point to wedge himself between Sean and his own brother, leaving Tane to take the other end. Tonight, the Traxler brothers were huggers. Sean and Tane were at the center of their affections. Sash pressed his lips to Sean's cheek, and Q smiled widely to the camera.

Sean/Conor: Sean laughed, while Conor resumed looking unamused. He didn't smile. Not the way Sean did, pressing closer to Sash and puckering his lips for the picture. Conor's eyes cut through the darkness, while Sean winked. Conor had noticed the notification of Bo's response and hoped nobody would open the conversation.

They probably seemed like a very mismatched group.

Tane: Mismatched perhaps, but very photogenic.

Tane's smile matched Q's for its brightness, both for the picture and in appreciation that he got to hold his bartender as close as he wanted without anyone batting an eyelash.

"All right, everyone ready?" He took one picture, then a couple more for safety. He'd barely put his arm down when the countdown began.

"It's almost time!"

Sash/Q/Bo: Silence from Conor meant he was either preoccupied or just not interested in replying. Either way, Bo added "happy new year, flame" and called it an evening. There was a sheriff in need of attention.

Q pulled out his phone to text his mother good wishes. He wanted the photo taken to send to her email as well. Sash tapped his shoulder and began to ask, having the exact same thought.

"I'm -" 'Mom.' The one word was enough, and his brother nodded.

Back to Sean. "I'm still kissing you at midnight."

"Get a room."

Sean/Conor: "Good." His own phone is brought out so that he could message his brothers and all of his friends. Meanwhile, Conor had taken his phone back and slipped away. So they're all going to be kissing and Conor will just be... over here.

He sends the picture to Bo and responds, 'Happy new year, Flower.'

Sean counts down with the rest of the crowd, excites and smiling brightly until the time came to offer his lips to Sash.

Tane: There would be no texting family for Tane; his family preferred phone calls. As soon as the countdown ended he'd be fielding calls from two moms, two dads, and many, many siblings. More than likely they'd all be on speaker and shouting at once.

The thought made him smile as he pulled Q back into his arms once he'd finished texting.

"Ready?" he murmured into his bartender's ear, letting the loud, cheerful voices counting down fade into the background and zeroing in on Q's face.

Sash/Q: Sash made himself comfortable against Sean's chest, wanting to feel those arms around his shoulders, trapping him in warmth and momentary security. He was accustomed to the other way around, but tonight was an exception. When the clock struck midnight, he turned just so to capture those lips. He couldn't have asked for a better night.

Q had been ready before the countdown had begun, all too eager to hold Tane's face in both hands and offer his tongue. He did feel a little sympathetic towards Sean's brother, but not enough to stop, or say anything to take away from his own selfish happiness.

Sean/Conor: Sean knew his brother well, he knew that he's happier not being squashed into a group of people, forced to act happy. He knew this, and Conor appreciated not being made to act friendly with people he barely knew.

'You feel like coming back to my room tonight?' he smirked cheekily.

Tane: Tane smiled as he closed the distance between them, holding Q snugly against his chest as he sunk into the taste and feel of him. The fireworks booming overhead were a distant echo, the raucous cheering a faint buzz.

In that perfect moment there was nothing but Q, and though he wouldn't say it aloud, poured every single ounce of love and devotion he felt for this perfect man into their kiss.

"Happy New Year, my beautiful," he murmured.

Sash/Q: Sash was grinning from ear-to-ear. "Is your brother going-" he glanced up at the fireworks. No way Sean could possibly hear him. 'Is your brother going to be upset if I do?'

Tane's nose was attacked with a nip and a kiss. "Another year in our little town at our little bar. Not so bad." Not as boring as it used to be. He could feel...something, but that couldn't possibly be love. It was just alcohol and ecstasy.

"What do you wanna do now?"

Sean: 'We booked separate rooms.' he winked playfully, taking one of those hands to kiss.

Tane: Tane's smile was pure joy. "Not bad at all." He kissed Q again. "Now I wanna whisk you away and make love to you alllll night long."

Sash/Q: 'You want to share a night with me?' His smile faded. 'We don't have to have sex.'

Q was ready to turn and ask his brother if he would be alright, but by the time he faced the budding couple, Sash was already signing.

'You be alright here? I'm going with Sean to his place to chill.'

"Just to chill, huh?" he said and signed.

'Yeah. We'll be fine. I won't be stupid, promise.'

Q looked over to Sean. Please be careful with him, his eyes said.

Sean/Conor: Sean briefly felt confused. He had just been about to tell Sash tbe same thing - no reason to have expectations or pressure.

Conor noticed the conversation from a distance and looked concerned. Sean's knowing nod, you have my word as a big brother, gets interrupted by Conor tugging him aside.

'Are you sure this is a good idea?' signed in BSL so that hopefully Sash doesn't understand. Sean verbally responded in Irish, it will be fine, brother. He won't do anything stupid, he promised.

Conor didn't seem convinced... 'You're hoping to have sex with him, aren't you?' Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.

Sean shoved his shoulder gently. Stop. Before returning to Sash's side. Great. Now the hybrid has that image in his head. Kill him.

"You ready, Sash?"

Sash/Q: Sash watched the two of them, and for a moment felt insulted. The offense didn't feel the same as someone might feel being interrupted, or having their mouth covered or signing cut short, but similar. He couldn't complain. One of the reasons Sash had opened himself to signing was because of its uniqueness and privacy.

"Ah, young love," Q laughed, turning from the conversation. He was on Conor's side, he was sure, assuming this was brotherly concern.

'Ready when you are,' Sash smiled. 'He give his blessing?'

Sean/Conor: 'He doesn't have to, I'm older.' Conor gave him a dirty look while Sean just smiled and offered his arm. Take it and he'll guide you through the crowd to his hotel.

{Text: Flower} Maybe I should've brought someo

Ah, no... He deletes that and tucks his phone away, noticing a girl who was watching him. Ew.

Tane: "Goes hand in hand with brotherly concern," Tane said with a smile, wrapping his arm around Q's shoulders. "Come on, let's leave them to it." He kissed his bartender's hair. "I've got plans for you."

Sash/Q: 'Arm in arm?' he laughed. 'What about hand swinging?' He took Sean's hand and swung the same way a parent would a child, just once, before kissing his knuckles. Lead him anywhere. He didn't care.

"You've made plans? Oo, look at you." Q turned back to the fireworks and sighed, content. He wanted a few more minutes of that.

"How's the family?"

Sean/Conor: Well clearly Conor won't be staying here, either. Thanks for bringing me into this super uncomfortable situation, Sean. He made a disgusted face before walking away from them all. He'll just head back to his hotel room, too.

Sean laughed, smiling brightly at the other. Hand swinging is fine if it's with you. He was torn between taking is time and walking briskly. He wanted to kiss Sash without any eyes on them. He wondered if the other felt the same.

Tane: "Oh, yes. We can't let that caramel sauce and cherry oil go to waste. Have to ring the new year in the right way."

Tane pulled his phone out of his pocket, smiling at the veritable flood of texts and voicemails. "In very good spirits. Wanna stay and watch the fireworks for a bit while I reply to some of these texts?"

Sash/Q: Sash didn't mind the eyes, so long as they were without malice. The asshole from before seemed to have left, or was still upstairs. So far so good.

He glanced behind, noticed Sean's brother.

"Coming with us?"

Q looked over to his phone and laughed. "Yeah. You deal with that. I think I'll make a quick video, too. Shouldn't take but five minutes."

Sean/Conor: 'I'm not here.' Conor signed. Sean hadn't realised his brother had left too and looked back in confusion.

"Why'd you leave?"

'Q and Tane were acting like I wasn't even there, so there would've been no point staying. They were too preoccupied with each other's mouths.'

Sean laughed, but his brother was being deadly serious.

"It isn't like you were tryna get involved in any conversation."

Conor just waved at him to stop before turning off to go walk alone. Sean rolled his eyes.

Tane: "Go for it," said Tane, stealing another quick kiss before listening to his voicemails. His very loud, cheerful, and slightly tipsy-sounding voicemails. As he'd suspected, his family was all together and shouting into the phone at the same time.

Sash/Q: Sash watched the both of them, then as Conor walked away, he turned back to Sean, concern in his eyes.

'Is he bothered that I'm coming with you? I don't want some fight because of me.'

Q angled his phone at the most attractive angle, and said his hellos to his fans. He recapped his night, including as he called it, a "spontaneous sexual encounter with a beautiful Australian", and not to worry, he had been safe.

"I hope everyone's had a great fucking night. Life's too short. See you soon!"

The video was then reviewed and posted to his RentMe profile.

Sean/Conor: Sean shook his head, 'He's upset because he's surrounded by...' well, he couldn't exactly say couples... 'people who are pairing off. You and I, Q and Tane. He's alone.'

Alone his ass. Conor had... uh...

Tane: There was no way in hell he'd be able to call his family with all this noise and all the noise they were obviously making, so Tane simply returned as many texts as he could, wishing everyone a happy new year, telling them to be safe, and promising that he would all tomorrow.

As soon as he finished, he looked up to see if Q had as well, holding out a hand in invitation.

Sash/Q: 'Should we do something with him, something where we're not making him uncomfortable?' The one and only time he would ask this. One chance, and he would be back to walking shoulder to shoulder with his...date? Yes, his date.

Tane's hand was taken. An attempt to pull the giant closer miserably failed, and so he carried himself forward on still tipsy feet.

"Let's go home and fuck." Life is short.

Sean: Wait, what?

'I want to be alone with you. You're going home soon, and he'll be fine. Is that selfish of me? Does that make me seem like a bad person?'

Tane: "You read my mind," Tane said with a grin, kissing Q as soon as he was close enough. "Would my beautiful bartender like to be carried to the hotel or would he rather walk?"

Sash/Q: 'I don't know. I want to be selfish, too. Do I get points for trying to be nice?' he quietly laughed. 'I am leaving. I like you. I don't want you to have a fucked up conversation with him next time you two are alone.'

"Well, since you offered, I'd love a piggy back ride back to our room," Q grinned. "I'll never say no to being carried."

Sean: 'I'll give you ten points. Now you're at a thousand Sean Points.' he joked, before shrugging. 'We'll be okay.' we have eternity to patch things up if not. 'Can we just enjoy our time together?' he offered his hand.

Tane: He chuckled. "I know you don't. And I'll never not offer." Tane gave Q another quick kiss and turned. "Hop on, gorgeous." It didn't matter if anyone stared at them; everyone might as well be invisible tonight.

Sash/Q: "But I'm already enjoying it," he laughed again, taking Sean's hand and squeezing it. Despite the commotion he couldn't hear, the buzzing vibrations of emotion and music, the crowds, family, there was only Sean Archer. That was the way he'd wanted it all night. It seemed he and Tane Lukela were of the same mindset.

Q climbed aboard with natural ease, wrapped his arms around his shoulders and settled in, his cheek resting in Tane's hair.

"You smell like shampoo and cigarettes. I blame the bathroom we were in."

Sean: Sash was only released once they reached Sean's hotel room. He opened the door, holding it out for the other to go in ahead of it. A double bed, a bag in the corner, clothes over a chair.

"The light switch is on the right."

Tane: "I do?" He brought the sleeve of his sweater to his nose and inhaled. Yep, that was smoke. Smoke and alcohol and Q.

He grinned.

"In that case, I think we're going to have to add shower sex to our itinerary for the night."

Sash/Q: Sash blinked and squinted, eyes focused on Sean's mouth. Something on the right. He looked and - ah, probably the switch. Maybe when he turned back around Sean would be naked.

"Does your mini fridge have baby bottles of booze?"

"Shower sex, bed sex, against the wall sex, pressed up against the glass doors to the balcony sex, on the bathroom counter sex. Am I missing any?" he laughed.

Sean: Sean definitely won't be naked. At most, he'll shrug off his jacket.

'Not for you.' he smiled, slowly closing the gap between them. A hand gently places on Sash's face, feeling his skin with a thumb. Green eyes look into the other's.

Tane: Tane considered the list very carefully, nodding after each location listed. "Sounds about right," he said seriously, though Q would be able to hear the smile in his voice. "We should get started immediately, starting with shower sex."

Sash/Q: "What?" He frowned. "I get not having a drink at the club, but there's no cameras in here...unless you want there to be." Well, fuck, he leaned into his hand anyway.

"Shower sex sounds so fucking good right now." As soon as they arrived at the hotel Tane was going to lose his shirt, his pants, every-fucking-thing. If the bouncer wanted equal treatment, well, he'd have to wrestle for it.

Sean: An eyebrow raises. What? "A camera?" he smirked. "You're bold, aren't ya?" Sash is brought in for a slow kiss. "I don't want alcohol t'influence any of your actions."

Tane: "Yes, it does." Everything on that list sounded good and he fully intended to get through it all and reduce Q to a very satisfied puddle.

He laughed as Q divested him of every article of clothing, and of course he wanted Q to join him. He would chase, he would grab, and he would wrestle, not resting until his beautiful bartender was naked in his arms and Tane was carrying him to the shower.

Sash/Q: "I'm gonna want you now or if I have a shot of tequila, or ten shots of tequila. You're not taking advantage of me." He would however, take advantage of his nearness, of his inviting mouth, and offer his tongue.

It was a half-hearted wrestling match, one Tane had more muscle and patience to prevail. His prize was plenty content to settle in his arms and squeeze his bicep.

Sean: Sean would be taking no chances. The human is kissed generously. Lips brushed over lips, hands explored as feet took him forward, guiding Sash backwards to encourage him to sit on the bed. He wanted to climb into his lap. He wanted to taste his tongue and let it make his heart sing.

Oh, how freeing this all was.

Much more free than Conor felt, who was staring at his phone, at the pictures they had all taken together. The one Sean had sent to Bo. He was probably doing what everyone else was, kissing their partner and getting nasty in privacy. He exhaled, putting his phone away just as he was approached.

Tane: "Hold on tight, gorgeous," Tane told Q, kissing his hair. "We're gonna try to do this without my having to put you down."

By 'this' he meant freeing one arm turning on the shower, getting it to a comfortable temperature, and stepping inside, all without Q leaving his arms.

Sash/Q/Bo: Closer towards everything is how Sash felt. Sean was drawing nearer and the bed that much closer. He felt the mattress behind his knees and he buckled, taking his lover with him. He didn't want those lips to stray more than an inch. He wanted to see bare skin as though for the first time.

"I wanna see everything. I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he laughed.

Bo had taken a shower alone. There would be no intercourse tonight or any other night. However, there would be spooning. Something about tonight made him feel so miserably lonely, despite Brett hugging him from behind.

That was fine by Q. He was making himself comfortable with his monkey hold, clinging with his legs around Tane's thighs, his arms around his neck. He could maintain this stance for hours, or so he believed. Minutes at best.

"Good job," he praised. "Now tilt your head back." Not at all said to be helpful. He just wanted to kiss his throat.

Sean: Sean licked his lips and grinned. "Everythin', huh?" He chuckled. "Are undressin' ourselves or each other?" Fingers that teased Sash's hem, barely brushed against his skin, showed him which option he preferred.

Tane/Brett: The lack of intercourse mattered very little to Brett, as it always did. While Bo showered, he locked up the house and set their alarm, got a toy and a blanket for a certain sleepy puppy so the fireworks wouldn't scare him.

And once the house was safe he was more than happy to snuggle in beside his boyfriend, to hold him close and kiss his hair and thank God and all the saints in heaven that he'd gotten another year with the man he loved.

Miles away in a hotel bathroom, Tane was giving the same thanks as he did as the precious man in his arms commanded. He hummed softly, holding to Q with both arms again.

"How's the water?" he asked.

Sash/Q: I like the idea of undressing you. A thought which he wouldn't bother to say, as he lifted Sean's shirt in response. The fireworks continued though abating, unheard, but the colors dancing on Sean's skin was something to behold. Sash sat back on his elbows and grinned.

"You look like a painting," he laughed.

Q glanced up, momentarily confused as to what Tane was even talking about. Oh right. Duh.

"Not nearly as boring as taking a shower by myself." He softly nipped at soft, warm skin. Quietly, he marveled at how gracefully and yet how harshly this man had aged. Scars over supple skin, sun kissed yet conditioned. He hoped to age like this. Less battle wounds, but...

Sean: It was so easy to smile. The situation was just... beautiful. It felt almost like a dream. He leaned back and lifted his arms, encouraging the action. Yes. Let's be free together. Let's be generous with ourselves.

The compliment had him chuckling - for that, he'll pose as flamboyantly as possible, fluttering long eyelashes and pretending to flick back long, flowing hair. But now it's Sash's turn. Hands reach for material, to tug and guide it all away to get Sash's chest just as bare as his own.

Tane: "Well I should hope not," Tane chuckled, nuzzling as Q explored him. "Otherwise I'm not doing my job." He liked to think his scars had healed well, and for the most part he didn't mind them. His chest hair either covered them or they were so faded he barely noticed them. There were only a few that brought him shame, however, and they had nothing do with his age. "What's going on in that head of yours, beautiful?"

Sash/Q: Sash held up an invisible camera and snapped a photo, even going so far as to make a click sound. Gotta have that shutter. He then lifted his arms into the air, giving Sean all the aid needed to make them equal. An iridescent star sticker had been placed over his heart sometime in the night. The human glanced to his left arm, covered in 8-bit tattoos. His smile turned sheepish, but still, he twisted his arm this way and that for Sean to see. Pacman chasing Inky, Clyde, Blinky, and Pinky on his forearm; an 8-bit mushroom above his elbow; three little hearts on the other side of his forearm just below his elbow. He gave a thumbs up, revealing a tiny and simple smiley face on his thumb.

"Just that you're great to look at," Q laughed. "And I need to probably get down. My thighs are starting to feel like rubber."

Carefully he climbed down and stretched his arms, twisted his back, and yawned. "Fuck, how am I already tired? It's not even 1 am yet."

Sean: Well, that just made him laugh. "This is what happens when they let hooligans get tattoos." he joked. The only tattoo he had was on his right hand. Cursive writing that said 'Meara'. He showed it and flicked his wrist. "My ma's name."

But that didn't matter. He was going to busy himself with kissing those ridiculous tattoos, even that thumb - which he had noticed multiple times during their signed conversations.

Tane: "Right back at you, gorgeous." Tane kissed Q's temples, keeping Q close in order to steady him should his legs betray him.

"I wore you out." He reached for the shampoo. "I'm about to wear you out more." Very gently and lovingly.

Sash/Q: "Whooo-?" What was that? Whoo - no. Hoola - whatever. He was easily distracted by the name Meara.

'Cute.' How sweet to have a mother worth inking.

Back to marveling at how fucking gorgeous this man was kissing so many inches of his body as though he mattered. He felt handsome; he felt desired. That earned an open mouth kiss from the human, humming faintly.

"Is that a promise?" Q purred. Long fingers combed through Tane's hair, gently tugged just because he could. "Could start now. Get on your knees and put your face right where I need to fuck your mouth."

Sean: Of course Sash was handsome. Of course he was desired. He was that and more. Sean never wanted him to leave. Stay. Stay. Please, please stay. Wait - had he been saying that out loud? At most it had been whispered against Sash's lips, so hopefully it would go unnoticed.

He gently moved to get Sash onto his back, wanting to press his lips to the human's throat and then explore his ear with his tongue and teeth.

Tane: "It's a promise." He grinned as Q tugged on his hair, pouring shampoo into his palm and gently massaging it into his bartender's curls.

"Is that what my beautiful wants?" He stole a kiss. "Patience. We've got all the time in the world for me to drive you absolutely crazy." He was going to work his way down that body more than once tonight.

Sash/Q: There was something in between those kisses, but he couldn't make out what Sean was saying, not with his eyes closed. When he finally opened his eyes, there was a tongue by his ear. He lost his damn mind with laughter.

"Sorry," he giggled, "that fucking tickles."

Tane was much too sweet and generous. If those hands remained in his hair for much longer he was going to get sleepy.

"I gotta undo what you just did. Shitty hotel shampoo is gonna give me Bob Ross hair." Hell, by now the bouncer knew his routine. They'd spent enough nights together, but that meant more pampering.

"Lean down. It's your turn."

Sean: Sean quickly reacted by leaning away. He laughed too, "Yeah?" So what if he did it one more time, will Sash laugh again? Because that was really fucking cute and it caused the reaper to smile like crazy.

Tane: "It's just to get the club smell out. Got something extra powerful to counteract it." Tane nodded toward the counter, where a pretty bottle of fancy looking conditioner waited. Because yes, Tane Lukela had even prepared for that. He might as well be a boy scout tonight. "June got it from the flower shop owner's cousin and it's supposed to be the greatest conditioner known to man. And it smells like coconut."

He obediently leaned down and ducked his head, taking the opportunity to steal another kiss from Q.

Sash/Q: "No!" he nearly screamed. His attempt to push Sean away was limp at best, though his legs were alive with kicks of protest. "God, no! Stop! Haha!"

"You got me a special conditioner?" This man was just looking for brownie points, thought with utter amusement as he began to shampoo his hair.

"Didn't you make a new year’s resolution?"

Sean: Sean laughed against Sash's skin. Soon enough he felt terrible and instead resumed kissing his neck, pressing in between his thighs, holding just above his knee in place to prevent further kicking.

Tane: "Of course I did." As much as he'd love to see what Q looked like with Bob Ross hair. Perhaps another time.

"Yep. To make up with Logan and to spoil you as much as possible," he said with a grin.

Sash/Q: Laughter soon died as he was held in place. He tested Sean's strength, more curious of his commitment to restraining him.

"Think you're so tough," he sighed, quelled by those soft kisses.

"We have a date set for seeing her. Either you'll get some kind of closure or it's gonna go over really well. Just be patient, Tane." He was going to ignore the part about himself.

Sean: Sean's grip tightened, only a fraction to ensure he wasn't shoved away needlessly.

"Yeah. Tough enough to take you on." Purred before offering his tongue to Sash's mouth.

Tane: Tane nodded. "I know, and I will." He had to trust and believe that everything was going to go well. A negative attitude wasn't going to do anyone any favors.

"Still going to spoil you though."

Sash/Q: Despite his grip, Sash wasn't unnerved, not remotely worried about where this would lead. He welcomed Sean's tongue with a playful bite, sucked in apology. Kisses and bare chests was enough to firm between his legs.

"You spoil me enough," said Q in scolding tone, his chest lightly tapped. "Now rinse and give up the conditioner."

While lathered in, he thought. "So, what are you going to say to her?"

Sean: A quiet sound of pleasure accompanies Sean's roaming hand. It slips from thigh to ass. The human wasn't alone in this, his companion was also hardening.

"I love your body."

Tane: I don't spoil you nearly enough, Tane thought as he ducked underneath the spray and blindly reached for the bottle of conditioner sitting on the counter.

When the shampoo was all rinsed out he said, "I'm not sure. Thinking I'll just follow her lead, answer her questions. I don't want her to feel pressured."

Sash/Q: "What?" asked softly. He almost hadn't caught that. He really needed to train his eyes to remain open. People had a tendency to talk to him during these delicate moments. It should have been irritating, but he smiled. "Say it again." Sean would have to repeat while Sash pressed into him, curious to know how their cocks, constrained by clothing, would feel.

"If you look like tight ass that won't help, either. When the time comes, just relax, okay? I'll even give you a massage the night before," he smiled, wet strands of curl hiding his closed eyes. "Maybe! maybe even ride you. Eh? Would you like that?" he laughed.

Sean: It's also Sean's fault, he should know better, but he couldn't help himself. It also reminded him that Sash would be unable to hear any moans or sounds of pleasure if it came to that... which saddened him, quite a bit.

Inhaling sharply he bit his lip. The reaper leaned away to speak again, "I love your body." Which... having now repeated it he felt silly for saying. "Sorry." His smile was sheepish though charming.

Tane: "I'm nervous about looking the opposite. Too eager, too hopeful." Too desperate to connect with Logan.

He was in the middle of taking a deep breath when he chuckled. "Now who's spoiling who? Bring those curls over here." Tane took over lathering the conditioner into Q's hair, treating every strand like a precious object. "Of course I would, gorgeous." He kissed Q's shoulder. "I always do."

Sash/Q: "You love it?" He grinned. "Yours ain't so bad, either. Why don't you show me all of it." He pressed again. He wanted very much to see what he was feeling; he wanted to taste clean hot skin and kiss between his legs and possibly fuck until dawn. It could have been the festivities and the adrenaline, maybe the drink he'd had with a woman when no one was looking. Whatever it was, hadn't thought about it; it didn't matter.

"You always want me to ride you?" he hummed, entranced by Tane's skillful scalp massage. "Fine. No other position for you. Just me dancing on your cock day in and day out."

Nails lightly raked over his stomach, hip, thigh. "Hey..."

Sean: As in, he could really get used to it.

"It would only be fair if you did the same..." Fingers unfasten Sash's trousers, though he doesn't start to pull them down. He was still giving Sash every opportunity to change his mind.

Tane: Tane smiled. "I meant I always love it when you do. But if you want to ride me day in and day out, you will not hear me complaining."

He repaid the affection with another kiss to Q's shoulder, adding one to the corner of his mouth for good measure. "Yes?"

Sash/Q: Sash watched those hands intently. His mouth felt dry enough to moisten. This was going to go somewhere, and just knowing was enough to flutter his stomach with anticipation.

Finally, a breathy command was given. "Don't stop."

Q chewed the corner of his lip in though. After a moment he shook his head. "It's nothing. Lean down." Time to condition his hair as well.

Sean: Sean nodded. Hands got a grip and slowly started to tug them down. His gaze is purposefully only on Sash's face. He has all night to look at his body, but it was important than he ensured Sash was truly comfortable with this. He didn't want this to be a mistake, he didn't want this ruin anything, and he of all people was aware of how damaging sex can be.

If the other was perfectly happy with it Sean would lean away to pull him free of his trousers, any shoes and a single sock coming with it.

Tane: Tane gave Q a quizzical look but leaned down anyway. He didn't want to dampen the spirit of their night and if Q didn't want to talk about what was on his mind, Tane wouldn't push. They could always talk tomorrow.

"How are you liking this conditioner?" he asked instead. "Smells really good."

Sash/Q: Sean was watching Sash's expression, but the human underneath him was focused on his hands. He liked the contrast of their skin tones, of how masculine yet soft they seemed. He wondered if those were the hands a dancer was meant to have. Something to strive for. He didn't bother to ask if the Irishman liked what he saw.

Hands quietly reached out for Sean's jeans. Now it was his turn. This required all of his attention, going so far as to get on his knees.

A few blocks away, Q was smiling.

"Feels good. Not the biggest fan of coconut, but this isn't bad. Reminds me of sunblock, you know?" Reminds me of you.

"So, when are you gonna let me suck your cock, hmm? After I rinse your hair?"

Sean: Sean moved so that Sash could easily undress him. Sash could take whatever he wanted, he wouldn't mind... but as soon as he was free his mouth would go straight for Sash's neck, wanting to adore his throat with kisses and tasting before lowering down his body. He would continue down for as long as he'd be allowed, until coming to a stop at Sash's crotch. A wet tongue would meet the human's bulge over underwear as green eyes raise to focus on his face.

Tane: "I do. I think there's something else mixed in here though." Tane leaned in, inhaled. "Pineapple? Orange? Something sweet."

He grinned to himself. Q said that so matter-of-factly, like they were walking about the weather or going or a stroll. "That sounds just fine to me. Want to suck mine first or want me to suck yours?"

Sash/Q: Sash had no intention of leaving Sean's underwear. Everything must go. He didn't have the patience his host seemed to possess and why bother? At least while he was tasted he could press their bodies together, torment with his cotton barrier of boxer briefs.

Green eyes looked into green. He glanced to himself, to the wet spot which had formed the moment he'd seen Sean's flushed cock.

'Lay back.'

"It's pineapple," he nodded. "I'd rather fuck your mouth, but why not have both?" he grinned. "We've got all night. But," firmly placed hands squeezed on wide shoulders, massaged their way up to his scalp, "get on your knees, T."

Sean: Lay back? He obviously doesn't want a blowjob then. That's fine. He'll raise to lay back on the bed, getting comfortable against a set of pillows.

Tane: "Yes we do," Tane agreed with a smile, pulling Q into a languid kiss before letting his lips wander all the way down his bartender's neck and torso until he reached his groin. Q's cock was given the same loving treatment as the rest of him; it was kissed and nuzzled and tasted at a slow but determined pace, coaxed into full hardness before being taken into Tane's mouth.

Sash/Q: Oh, wow. He hadn't expected the scene to be so perfect. This was a warm body, but somehow Sean made lying back an art. Don't touch the art, dammit, his mother would say at each and every museum and gallery. The rule would be broken tonight.

Sash leaned up, cupped Sean's face with both hands and kissed. He wondered if offering his tongue again would trigger something from his crotch. He reached between his legs to see and feel for himself, breaking their kiss to observe as he squeezed.

Q remained perfectly still, watching with nearly neutral expression as Tane obediently kneeled and filled his mouth. Flickers of warmth in his eyes revealed the truth. He was saving his composure to be broken later in the night. For now, he would pace himself, finger combing the knots from the larger man's hair, and hum.

Sean: Those lips could remain against his for eternity and he'd never tire of the sensation they sent all throughout his body. Such kisses could only be labelled as magical, and so they would be.

The reaper was left breathes and staring. He calmly moved fingertips over Sash's cheek, as if attempting to soothe him and put him to sleep.

"I want you t'know there's no pressure." Said and signed when he felt like it would be noticed. "I won't be disappointed. You should be honest with me about how you feel."

Tane: Ordinarily such seeming neutrality would've made Tane want to work extra hard to crack his partner's composure and delight in it but it was as Q had said. They had all night long. The opportunity to send that neutral expression flying out the window would soon present itself.

Again, Tane thought to himself, resting his hands on Q's hips and relaxing his throat to take him all the way to the hilt, giving a hum of his own. He would follow Q's lead, indulging himself in exploring everywhere he could while his bartender's hands were busy detangling his hair.

Sash/Q: As opposed to a lie, he thought, smiling. Not disappointed, right, he nodded, playing along as though seriously considering those words, all the while stroking from base to tip.

"This feels pretty good," he laughed.

"Jesus," Q whispered, "your mouth feels so fucking good. Stay just like that." All untangled just to trap his fingers again and lightly pull him back. Back and forth. One of his favorite pastimes, and finally they were utterly alone. He could fuck that perfect mouth at his leisure.

Sean: Yes, exactly instead of a lie. Instead of enduring something you aren't enjoying. Sash's nod was enough for Sean to allow himself to enjoy this. He relaxed and exhaled, smiling lazily. A quiet moan was released.

Tane: Q's wish was Tane's command. He was content to let Q maneuver him as he wished, humming and swallowing around that beautiful cock to make sure each slow thrust was as pleasurable as possible while his hands continued to wander.

He massaged Q's hips and thighs and ass, fondled his scrotum, brushed his fingers lightly over his perineum. Q might've been the one fucking his mouth, but Tane Lukela was still making love to him.

Sash/Q: "What does your voice sound like?" asked mid stroke. He had no intention of stopping, ready to eat up Sean's reaction.

All the while, Q couldn't keep quiet if only to save his life. Tilting his head back against the cold tile, his mind was lost in a blissful flood of ecstasy.

"Goddammit, T. Fuck. Ahn, fuck."

Sean: "What?" He laughs, letting out a gentle sigh. He wrapped a hand around Sash's, encouraging a tighter hand. "You tell me." It sounds like a strained purr.

Tane: The only thing keeping Tane from smiling from ear to ear was the fact that his mouth was currently occupied. That was exactly what he'd wanted to hear, what he hoped to hear for the rest of the night.

He continued to massage Q's perineum and scrotum, touch still gentle but far more deliberate, giving his bartender a taste of what Tane's mouth and tongue were going to do later.

Sash/Q: "I've been guessing," he mused, seemingly to himself. His fingers became obediently rigid, teasing the tip of his cock with every stroke. "Warm, deep, breathy right now," he grinned.

Q placed his foot on the edge of the tub. Perhaps an offering, but he wouldn't say. He was obsessed with that mouth and fucking it with gusto. Happy fucking new year.

"I..." Not the L word. How fucking cliché. No. "...love that mouth."

Sean: Teeth dig into a pink lip. "Like that..." He whispered.

"You're definitely takin' my breath away." Fingers caress the human's jaw. He couldn't really answer the question, he didn't know what his voice sounded like well enough to describe it. People always had distorted views of how they sound.

Tane: Well now. What did we have here? It would be incredibly rude of Tane not to take advantage of such an invitation. Damn near criminal, in fact.

He hummed softly in response, never losing an ounce of concentration as he let the fingers of one hand brush over Q's entrance, teasing, exploring. Would it get more of those lovely sounds from Q? Tane just had to find out.

Sash/Q: … breath away. Oh. He'd taken his breath away. That's what he thought he read from those lips. He leaned forward with the intent to silence, offering his tongue for affection, which felt like some distorted promise. Down his body he kissed until he reached his hand. Each hesitant breath warmed the tip of his cock. His mouth was much warmer.

First a gasp, then a laugh. "Ah, what's that hand doing?" asked the bartender. "Deeper, baby. Ahn - Deeper and kiss me." Suddenly, all he wanted was Tane's mouth against his own. He could cover Tane's face in his climax in a minute.

Sean: Sean's breathing stuttered in his throat. Oh. Oh. Sean was still, patient. He was allowing Sash to explore, discover what he wanted and what he liked.

He refused to be a bad experience. He refused to be a bad memory. He'd never forgive himself for hurting the other, for potentially scaring him away with his masculinity. He didn't want Sash to ever feel badly for enjoying his sexuality. That would not be something the reaper would take from him.

Tane: Tane's grin was finally visible as he released Q's erection and kissed his way back up that beautiful body until reaching his lips. If Q wanted a kiss, then Tane was going to kiss the breath out of him.

But not without letting his bartender keep feeling him, not without a finger or two breaching him, searching for his sweet spot.

Sash/Q: Sash could swear he felt that shudder all the way through to his feet. He could see the results of his touch, his breath, and it drove him to suck as much of the older man's cock into his mouth and down his throat as his body would allow without gagging. The taste was unexpectedly simple; skin and a hint of something salty, nothing so disgusting as to spit him out.

Tane would feel every shuddered breath, gasp, and groan. Fuck. Fuck. Why did his body feel so tight suddenly? Why, he wondered, did his stomach feel as though it were lurching up into his throat? Butterflies. Of all the hours, the nights to feel so rejuvenated...it had to be the festivities, the hype of the new year and new resolutions to break. A new man to love and lose.

No, not that word again.

"Your hands are - ah - too slow."

Sean: A low rumble moved through Sean, he tilted his head back and breathed through parted lips. Eyes close and he sighs. "Focáil-" fuck. "go mothaíonn maith." That feels good. "Ná stad." Don't stop. "More."

Tane: "Too slow?" Tane asked, feigning innocence as he tilted his head and deepened their kiss, wanting to take in all those lovely sounds while he sped his pace.

Not too much too quickly of course; steadily, so he could see what each increase did to Q. Would he get more of those lovely whimpers the faster his hands got? As he added a third finger and lovingly and unrelentingly massaged Q's prostate?

Sash/Q: Sash blinked several times, again confused by his lip reading. He could assume it was his awkward angle, or Sean speaking Irish, but quietly it was quite irritating. Being deaf in general was an irritant for him, but he refused to allow his setback to spoil his evening. Sean was enjoying himself, and that in turn was so fucking arousing. So much so that he had to reach between his legs to squeeze himself.

Tane managed to successfully reduce his lover into a whimpering mess, moaning his name with every other breath, warning him of his appending orgasm. The bouncer had him down to a science. He couldn't recall when exactly Tane had mastered his body, but in that moment, chest heaving, cock swollen and tearful, he was a slave to his will.

"T-Tane...I - I'm gonna cum."

Sean: It wasn't being done on purpose. It was automatic. Instinct. He didn't have the headspace to translate. He didn't have the ability to focus enough on English to speak the language.

He reached down to feel Sash's hair, hopefully offering... anything.

Tane: That's it, Tane thought, his smile once again hidden by his busy mouth. That was exactly what he'd been after. He swallowed each and every one of those moans and sweet whimpers, glorying in them, letting them spur him on.

"I've got you, my beautiful," he murmured, placing one final kiss to Q's lips before moving back down his body and taking him into his mouth again, hand never stopping, encouraging his gorgeous bartender to let go.

Sash/Q: Sash tried to create a rhythm between his clumsy self-stroking and sucking up and down his gorgeous lover's cock. This was all still new for him. His jaw felt sore and eager to surrender. He couldn't for the life of him figure out how people could do this on a day-to-day basis.

He had to sit up, allow his mouth a moment to rest. He could use both hands. This ambidextrous feat he could do with ease.

Q had no qualms whatsoever with filling Tane Lukela's mouth with his orgasm. The bouncer wanted it, after all. It would be rude to deny his lover after such splendor.

Both hands squeezed and attempted to tangle his silly dark hair.

"You're so fucking good at that," he panted. "Fuck, baby."

Sean: Sean knew exactly how people could do this daily, and he'd gladly be on the giving and receiving end for as long as Sash was willing.

He exhaled when Sash left his erection wet with saliva and out to be hit by the cold air. Biting down his lip a gently hand encouraged the other to feel his balls, to explore.

"Get on your back." let me show you what I can do.

Tane: Tane hummed softly around Q's erection, mouth and hand both gentling little by little as he worked Q through his climax. Both were removed once his lover had completely spent himself, but Tane couldn't resist kissing all over Q's thighs and abdomen and letting himself enjoy the hands in his hair before returning home to those lips.

"And you did so good," he murmured. "Sounded so beautiful."

Sash/Q: Sash didn't have to be told twice. As he laid back, he took Sean's hand with him, placing it between his legs. If he was going to explore, he wanted his lover to follow his trail. Something about multiple hands admiring his body was so incredibly arousing.

Tane would find eager lips awaiting him; his tired tongue gently asked for entry. "Something about good, yeah," laughed the escort. "Mm, beautiful...that's you. Now you can carry me to bed and put your dick in my mouth. Where it belongs." Wanting an all-nighter wasn't just a sweet nothing promise.

Sean: Fingers feel and press into Sash confidently but carefully, he was confident the actions would feel nice but still wanted to keep on top of Sash's reactions.

His lips press to the human's jaw, coat his neck in kisses, and work their way up to his earlobe and behind it. His tongue very much enjoyed the journey.

Tane: Entry was granted in a far gentler and calmer way than it was a few moments ago. Tane just wanted to savor Q for a bit, to enjoy him in every way possible.

"Whatever my beautiful wants, my beautiful gets." Tane finished washing and rinsing them both off, stepping out of the shower first so he could wrap Q up in a towel and carry him to bed. The urge to hold him and nuzzle and kiss him was just as strong as the desire to make love to him over and over and over again.

He had every intention of doing both before the sun came up.

The moment Q was placed on the bed, Tane was kissing him again.

Sash/Q: Sash watched his hands, caressing his own over and under his fingers. He wished he could hear the noises Sean made before, but his lamenting was short-lived. He could appreciate what was in front of him, what he could experience without interruption.

"Kiss me." He would remember this for the rest of his life, or so he hoped.

Q laughed the moment he was lifted, tucking his knees closer to his chest. He felt so safe in those sizable arms. He knew Tane was aware of how he appreciated and admired his body. How could he not?

The moment his back touched the bed the towel was unraveled, arms wrapped around his neck, and he lost himself in their kiss.

Sean: Sean did as instructed, giving the human lips and tongue, practiced yet spontaneous in its passion. He pressed down closer needing him, wanting him. His hard cock throbbed at the anticipation until he couldn't wait any longer. A hand wasn't enough.

Soon his mouth was back to exploring, it travelled downwards and further down until finding his crotch. Green eyes look up to Sash, both to ensure any form of communication wasn't missed and to show Sash how very sure about this he was. A tongue pushed into the slit. He wanted the familiar taste of precum.

Tane: Oh, Tane was aware. Tane was more than aware. Q's love and admiration of his physique never failed to flatter or make him smile, especially on the days he didn't feel particularly attractive.

He all but draped himself over his bartender, lifting those beautiful legs of his and wrapping them around his waist. He would give Q what he wanted, but Tane just wanted to be completely enveloped by him for a moment, to feel every bit of skin pressed together as he slowly devoured his lover with kisses.

"So beautiful," he murmured. "My beautiful Q."

Sash/Q: Sash could say for a split second he had forgotten about the rest of his body, forgotten everything but the taste of Sean's tongue and how supple his lips felt. The moment was over as soon as it begun, and his lover was moving on. He watched on elbows, stomach softly rising and falling with even breaths.

"Sea - ahn." Whatever he had intended to say was lost.

Tane had succeeded in making his companion laugh, kissing his body as though it were a competition.

"Yours?" he teased. "I mean, I guess I'm yours." That throat needed a mark of claim. "I saw you give that redhead the eye for mentally undressing me."

Sean: The reaper's hand smoothed along the bed, feeling the material, searching for Sash's fingers. He wondered what kind of music would be playing if this was a movie. An instrumental. Piano. Nothing raunchy, nothing to cheapen the moment or make it too average - piano, a harp, the violin. Just beautiful sounds that Sash would hear, too. His mouth lowered, expertly closing around the human as his tongue explored his shaft.

Tane: Tane's grin was all affection and triumph, doubling down on the love to Q's body now that Q had decided to join him. "All mine, gorgeous. Beautifully, perfectly mine." A long, languid kiss was placed to Q's lips.

"Did you now? Well he deserved it. Some random redhead isn't worthy of mentally undressing you. That's my job."

Sash/Q: "Sean," he breathed. "Sean, fuck." Sash was aware of how vocal he could be. Concern just wasn't applicable. He wanted to comb his fingers through his lover's hair, but alas. That didn't stop him from trying and enjoying the prickly sensation. Every little movement was felt, and with such sensitivity, it would be just moments until the human unintentionally released. Sean would have to be very careful.

"Just your job? It's my job to make people want to mentally and physically undress me." His smile widened. "I'm off duty when I'm with you." Really, Tane had nothing to worry about.

He kissed him, softly as was given. "Spread out for me. It's my turn."

Sean: That's okay. That's okay. Sean understood, and he was nothing but a true sport about it. He swallowed with a soft cringe and wiped his mouth. Up onto his hands he went to hover over the lovely human. He had a very proud smile on his face.

Tane: "My job and my pleasure, gorgeous," he said, returning that beautiful smile and kissing it some more. "And you're very good at it." While he wasn't insecure in the least, Tane stood by his statement. That redhead simply wasn't worthy.

Tane obliged with another smile, shifting so he was laying on his back and stretching, knowing exactly how much Q loved it when all his muscles were on display.

Sash/Q: 'I'm sorry,' he signed, silently laughing at his own misgivings. Not nearly as embarrassed as he thought he should have been, he reached out for his partner to hold to his chest.

"You need to cum," he whispered.

Q leaned back to watch and remembered what he had brought for just this occasion. He felt for his backpack and the camera somewhere within.

"Stay like that."

Sean: Sean tutted and shook his head. No need. "It's a compliment." or did it just speak volumes about Sash's inexperience? Whatever the reason, Sean was glad to be the one to have witnessed that, at least he could trust himself to respond respectfully to it.

"You feel like helpin' me or are you about to fall asleep?" he asked before kissing across his jaw.

Tane: "You got it, gorgeous." Tane didn't have to be told twice. He was perfectly comfortable stretching for Q's enjoyment while Q was....

"What are you looking for in there?"

Sash/Q: 'First one then the other?' But before all of that he was going to steal himself a kiss or two.

"My camera. I swear I put it in here." He'd meant to bring it for Sash and capturing the fireworks with him. He had forgotten that Sean and his taciturn brother were going to tag along.

Sean: Oh, a kiss after swallowing his cum? How generous. He smiled softly against the other's lips.

"How are you goin' t'help me cum?"

Tane: Tane chuckled softly. "Ah yes, you want pretty pictures of me for when you miss me. Could always use your phone."

Sash/Q: 'What do you want me to do?' Walk me through your fantasy. I'll see if I can handle it.

"I could, but my camera has better - Here we fucking go."

First experimental picture, Tane as he was, no additional posing. He was going to keep these for a lifetime.

Sean: Wow. He hadn't been expecting that. What does he want Sash to do? Nothing penetrative, he wouldn't ask that of Sash, not yet. That's an entirely different ballgame and nobody had prepared for that.

"How do you feel about dancin' for me?"

Tane: As Tane was meant the photo would show him completely relaxed, stretched out with the languid grace of a cat as he smiled fondly at Q.

"How do I look?"

Sash/Q: 'Are you going to jerk off while I do it?' Obviously he didn't find the notion disgusting, given the wide grin on his face.

"You look like you've done this before." And he wanted to see those photos as well. "Turn around and show me that ass."

Sean: Sean bites his lips and nods. "If you're any good." He teases.

Tane: "Does posing nude for an art class count?" Because he'd definitely done that a few times when he'd needed some extra cash.

Tane turned over onto his stomach, wiggling to make Q laugh.

Sash/Q: Was that a challenge? Accepted. 'Never danced for someone with my clothes off before.' Just a warning in case it was god awful. He got to his feet and stretched with arms high above his head.

"I want the art from the class." He wondered if anyone still admired their work from time to time. How could they not?

The camera was set aside long enough to caress perfect ass in two greedy hands.

"Would you let me fuck you?"

Sean: Sean's smile was going nowhere. He moved towards the edge of the bed to sit up and spread his thighs. Eyes greedily take in every inch of the other... he was more than ready for this.

Tane: Tane smiled to himself. "You can have it all. The professor that taught the class made prints of the best pieces and gave them to me as a thank you. They're back in Hawaii." They could get them the next time they went.

He hummed, delighted at the warmth of Q's hands. "Of course I would. It's you. Been a long time since someone did though so I'm probably rusty." And tight.

Sash/Q: Sash wished he was wearing something for the sake of removing as part of his performance. Maybe next time, if there would be a next time. Watching Sean adjust to the edge of the bed...he hoped. He didn't want this to be labeled, but...that word kept reappearing in thought.

I sure hope to see you again tomorrow.

'No vibrations.' So he'd have to make something up. A slow roll of his hips, arms where they loved to be, over his head.

"Yeah? No one's allowed in your temple?" He would honor his body with a kiss...and a bite. "I'll go nice and slow for you."

Sean: That's fine. Even if they had put music on Sean would not be able to hear it. He watched the way Sash stretched and licked his lips. Yes. Yes. For a few moments he stared - unable to do anything else, dumbfounded by Sash's beauty. It would be clear on his face, how entranced he truly was. Hopefully that didn't make the human stop, if not his hand would eventually find his cock.

Tane: "Not for a long time." The last person didn't even bear thinking about. Q already knew about his asshole ex.

He gave a small grin. "I have no doubt you will. Before or after I make myself at home in your mouth?"

Sash/Q: It damn near did, but only because he'd never seen anyone stare at him the way Sean did. There were lecherous eyes once in a while, yes, but Sean's intensity was surpassed by no one. Those eyes almost seemed to look through him into some place much deeper. Maybe he could. A part of him believed he could.

Ah, but the moment his hand came into contact with his cock, the dancing came to a halt, dropping onto his knees between Sean's legs.

"I want you to cum first...and last," Q grinned. "A whole new session. Earlier today doesn't count. How about I help you cum by fucking you, and then I polish you off with my tongue?"

Sean: His back straightened when Sash lowered. A smile crept up on his lips. As he continued to pump his free hand reached for the human's face, feeling his jaw, his bone structure, all of him with a curious and gentle touch.

Tane: Tane grinned back, shifting so he could pull Q on top of him and into his arms, where he'd be kissed as sweetly as he deserved.

"Sounds like a perfect plan," he murmured.

Sash/Q: Sash leaned his face into Sean's hand. Only for a moment. He wanted the taste of Sean's mouth, graze his lips over his stomach, suck his cock with gusto. His skin flushed with exhilaration. Sean would bear witness to every gentle heave of his chest and every little hum of pleasure.

Tonight he would be submissive, because why not? Tomorrow he could be dominant. It didn't really matter with Sean. He would suck him off until his lover wanted something else. He would lie in bed with him, naked, and talk about anything and everything. If this man wanted to explore him he needn't ask.

The human would refuse to sleep. It was a necessity for the drive home, not for what he thought would be his only night to experience what it would be like to date Sean Archer.

 For Q, there was nothing but a sense of serenity. He was in his element. He had hours of Tane to himself, but he would have the same luxury at any time he chose. His pacing was due to the same mindset of his brother, a rationality to the very thing Sash didn't believe he had. Time.

Kisses, conversations. Fingers slowly circled and invaded. There would not be a moment allowed to register discomfort. Lubrication had been packed in his duffle bag for this very reason. Condoms, poppers, and a pair of handcuffs, if Tane was interested.

Tane: The only things Tane needed to spend the night in pleasure-drenched comfort were Q, plenty of lube, and a bit of patience. The handcuffs were a nice surprise though, and just what he needed to keep his beautiful bartender still while he made use of all that caramel sauce he'd bought for the occasion.

It was the best New Year's he ever could've hoped for. Good company, good music, and of course, a whole day and night of having Q to himself. It almost felt like they were in a bubble, where time stood still and the most pressing matter was where to kiss next, all with the cheerful pop of fireworks in the distance.

After tonight he'd never be able to eat caramel again without thinking of Q.

[missytearex]

To Read List - Larry

Part 3 of my Larry to read list! Hopefully this is the last part (but if I know myself at all it probably won’t be).

Has the Ocean Lost Its Way by FullOnLarrie

Louis and Liam are professional surfers who have been traveling the world together for years. Now they travel with Liam’s pro-surfer girlfriend Amelia and their baby Vivian. They’re in Manly Beach, Sydney to compete in the 2017 Australia Open of Surfing when Louis meets Harry, a freelance surf photographer working for Surfer Magazine.

Louis wonders if his nomadic lifestyle will keep him single indefinitely or if there’s someone out there who’ll fit in with his little makeshift family.

burn this flame by rainbowninja167

“You’ve played keeper before?” Tomlinson asks suspiciously, hands on his waist.

“Er, yeah,” Harry coughs. “Loads of times.”

“Alright Popstar, if you’re sure,” Tomlinson tells him with a shrug, his professional expression already curling into laughter. Harry tries not to read too much into it. After all, how hard can goalkeeping really be?

When Harry gets invited to play in a celebrity charity match with Louis Tomlinson, Manchester United's star player, he's determined to impress him with brilliant football skills. The only flaw in Harry's otherwise foolproof plan? He has absolutely no football skills, brilliant or otherwise.

Strength in Softness by larrymylove

"As soon as he saw Harry’s picture, he froze. It was a picture of Harry practicing his boxing, heavy black gloves covering his fists as he punched at a bag hanging from the ceiling. His face was focused and he looked like an absolute beast. Louis reached out and touched the picture with his finger, consistently amazed by the duality of Harry. As he started at the picture, he wondered if Harry had pink nail varnish on his toes when it was taken, and what other tattoos and secrets he had buried underneath his workout gear and hard expression."

Or, the one in which Harry is a boxer/trainer, and teaches Louis that there can be, and is, strength in softness.

Galileo by 13ways

“Dangerous? Not haute?” Harry mused. “Why not haute?”

“‘Course you're haute, babe,” Louis smiled. He reached out to fix a stray curl that had dropped down onto Harry’s forehead. Harry stared at him with a dimpled smile, and Louis reared his head back to laugh. Harry craned his head back in parallel with Louis’s, watching him. He couldn't peel his eyes away. Louis Tomlinson laughing was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“You're a whole other level of charming, you know that?” Louis said. Harry leaned forward to kiss Louis. They both closed their eyes, savoring the moment. It was a kiss that should have happened ages ago.

Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren't supposed to be friends.

But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles.

In This Moment by dimpled_halo

Louis is on a mission to right all the wrongs he’s made and Harry is the first on his list. He’s not looking to be in a relationship with him again–though he wouldn’t be opposed to it–but he really doesn’t want to leave this earth with Harry hating him.

Louis waits until the rush dies down, and when the last customer leaves the shop, he starts walking towards the front door. His heart beats faster, the closer he gets, the anticipation getting to be almost too much. He opens the door with shaky fingers, and when he goes inside Harry is in the middle of adding more scones to the display case.

“Welcome to Tiers of Joy, what can I get started for you?” Harry isn’t looking at him, but when his eyes make their way to Louis, he pauses. His eyes harden immediately.

***

A mix-up at the hospital causes Louis to reevaluate his life and he works on trying to fix his biggest mistake: letting Harry Styles walk out of his life two years ago.

That's How I Know by allwaswell16

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

I Still Find You Lovely by angelichl

Reason #37 - Because They Have Air-Conditioning and You Don't

The more he thinks about it, the more he can imagine himself in some bloke’s bed, sweat-free and soaking up the air-conditioning, maybe even curled up under the duvet because he's actually a little cold. The prospect of a reprieve from the heat is even more alluring than the prospect of getting laid. Which may or may not be saying a lot.

“That’s… actually not a bad idea…”

In which Harry goes to a bar in search of a bloke with an air-conditioned flat.

Use Your Words by zedi

based off this prompt: collage au where jock!harry always serenades flowercrown!louis with love songs in their music class. what nobody knows is that harry actually kinda means the words he sings.

But instead it's Louis as the jock and Harry as the flowerchild because I do what I want.

Scoring Position by juliusschmidt

Harry Styles hasn’t pitched a perfect game, but if he closes out this final inning, he’ll get the win and bring handsome soccer star Louis Tomlinson home.

[Or the one where they’re all athlete-type people (except Gucci model Zayn and overly-friendly sports journalist Niall) and long-fated lovers Harry and Louis finally get together after Liam plays in the Superbowl.]

One Taste And He Want It by lululawrence

Stan: Yeah, dude. Listen to Steve and Oli, as much as I hate to say it.

Perrie: Well I’m supportive. If you two actually got together, it would be super cute. Perrie: Jesy says she stans you and supports your marriage

Stan: Shut up, Perrie. He doesn’t need more fuel for this. Stan: For real, Louis, I don’t think it’s a good idea.

Louis: Too late. I’m captain, which means my vote counts more than yours, and my mind’s already made up. I’m gonna woo him and learn about his team and we’re gonna kick their asses.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are the captains of the two Frisbee Battles teams in the finals, and Louis has to find a way for his team to win. Seduction is, naturally, the only option.

It's halftime. Are you ready to go? by momentofclarity

Reason #12 - Because it's halftime.

Harry would like to think that he doesn’t know how he got himself into this. Only… he’d be lying. Because he knows exactly how he got himself into this. Oh man, does he know, and it’s all because of a certain Louis Tomlinson. Alternatively - football is gay and Harry is trying to cope.

Don't Bite Your Tongue by dinosaursmate

Reason # 19: celebrate major victory by favourite team or political candidate. - Louis looked down at Harry’s chest, and… shit. He was wearing a Manchester United shirt. “You were right.” Harry inhaled through his teeth. “Someone stole your seat. A horrid little Man U fan, at that.” “Are you seriously not getting up?” Louis laughed humourlessly. “You little shit.” “You didn’t call me and then you ask me for a favour? Please.” - City and United are competing for the Premiership but, for Louis and Harry, it's not just the title that hangs in the balance.

Read Between the Blurry Lines by QuickedWeen

Harry gave a shocked laugh, “Smooth, very smooth.” Louis shrugged unapologetically. “What can I say, you’re cute, and I’ve only got one stop left before you get off. I don’t exactly have time to beat around the bush.” Harry giggled again, and quickly handed his phone to Louis to get his number. Louis dialed his own number and handed the phone back to him as the train was pulling into Harry’s stop. Just before the doors opened, Harry turned around and smiled. “See you on Thursday, Louis.”

Harry and Louis meet at an event and hit it off, but Louis is hiding something important about his life.

The Balcony by maggieisalarrie (ls2k14)

Just as he’s about to fall back to sleep, a strange sound catches his attention. He quiets his breathing and focuses, trying to hear whatever it is more clearly. The same noise comes again and he starts to silently freak out because, obviously, the logical explanation is that there’s someone inside his apartment and is there to either rob him or murder him and he can’t quite say he’s okay with either of those scenarios.

There’s no indication of someone walking or shuffling or moving things around out there. His heart rate slows just a bit and then spikes again when a different sound comes from outside his balcony doors.

“What the fuck,” he whispers to himself.

My English Love Affair by isthatyoularry

The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody's supposed to find out it's about you.

The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

Can't Start A Fire Without A Spark by larrymylove

Louis Tomlinson is the pop sensation with his first new single out since taking a personal hiatus from the spotlight. Harry is a paparazzi hired to photograph him during promo. Louis hates paparazzi with a passion, but there’s just something about the pretty young pap with wide green eyes and chocolate curls that Louis can’t shake from his head.

can i be him? by amory

Louis is twenty years old and has been waiting for his soulmate and true love to come along since the day he was born. Harry is an eighteen year old youtuber who is skeptical of soulmates and the pressure of being the person someone else has been dreaming of their entire lives.

They meet at Playlist Live

Boy, you got me blinded by jbm_94_bcn

If Louis wasn’t completely sure that they were on May 22nd, he would’ve bet this was an April’s Fool joke. He couldn’t believe all these important people were seriously proposing he should appear on the cover of fucking Vogue magazine. He wasn’t alone, it seemed like Lottie was about to faint right next to him. He stared at each and every face in front of him, and they weren’t smiling, so this had to be a serious proposal. Actually, there was one face smiling - Harry’s. The fucker was smirking. Louis didn’t like him anymore.

Or the one where Louis finds himself modeling for Vogue Magazine next to hot top model Harry Styles and faking a relationship with him for the public, finding along the way more than a new way of life

Keep Yourself Warm by navigator

AU. Harry sleeps around.

as long as skies are blue by theboyfriendstagram

Summer Camp!AU. Louis has been a football instructor at Lake District Camp for three years when twenty-year old Harry Styles - the latest addition to the counseling team - stumbles not so gracefully into his life. It’s not that Harry is everything Louis can’t stand-except. He is. But that doesn’t stop him from walking in on the naked boy too many times for it to be a coincidence.

Never Be by cherrystreet

Monica: You've got to see her again. Ross: And why do you care so much? Monica: Because! You could get to live out my fantasy! Ross: You had fantasies about Emily? Monica: No! Y’know, the fantasy! Meet someone from a strange land, fall madly in love, and spend the rest of your lives together.

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.

Escapade by dolce_piccante

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

As You Are by zarah5

AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It's also against his contract.

The only reason Harry auditions for The X Factor is because his best mate signed the two of them up as some kind of joke. Harry doesn't get the big deal—not until he's faced with this season's judges and realises that one of them used to be his desperate, impossible teenage crush.

You'll Breathe Me In (You Won't Release) by LoadedGunn

His first driving lesson with Louis takes place on a Saturday.

Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently "not another surly teacher" meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin's trying to get Harry killed at seventeen.

Or, the AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who's really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

Up To No Good by whoknows

Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all. Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.

It’s especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too long.

Sometimes Harry hates his life.

like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas

au; harry breaks louis, louis breaks everything.

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds

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

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

-

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

Too Much To Bare by soloistharold

"From where Harry was sitting, Louis’ face looked more angular, more mature. He found himself studying Louis’ features, from the way his hair fell against his forehead, to the prominence of his cheekbones, to the dip of his cupid’s bow, and finally, to the subtle curve of his small lips.

He stared and stared and stared, noticing how his eyes crinkled every time he laughed at one of Chandler’s stupid jokes, watching the way his mouth moved when he smiled, feeling a slight yearning in his chest for more contact. He wanted to reach forward, maybe tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear, press his lips against the warmth of Louis’ cheek… perhaps let them wander to the right a bit and capture Louis’ lips in a kiss.

He wondered what Louis would do if Harry kissed him. Would he get mad and push him away? Or would he welcome it? Maybe bring a hand up to cup Harry’s cheek and use the other to stroke his hair.”

OR

Harry has been in love with Louis for as long as he can remember despite his many efforts to move on, until finally, in a last ditch attempt to put it all behind him, Harry pushes away everyone he loves.

Bathroom Tricks by luminescence2

louis tomlinson doesn't do relationships. but he does do harry styles.

A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall by rosegoldhl (Rosegoldhl)

Like an automatic machine, Harry opened his marker and stood in front of the customer waiting to write the name and order. “Hi, welcome to the 78 Café, what would you like to order?”

“Free tea?”

Harry’s eyes snapped to the customer, the voice spreading warmth in his chest. He smiled at the blue-eyed man, who looked cozy in an oversized hoodie, sleepy eyes and tangled hair.

Louis is a homeless man and Harry is an uninspired writer, who gives him a home.

A Rock For Your Thoughts by caverlywrites

Harry is ready to start his new job as a full-time nanny. Everything that could go wrong, does.

something in the way you move makes me feel like i can’t live without you by justaboat

au. harry and louis are figure skating partners in the sochi 2014 winter olympics.

Lust for Life by larryent

AU. After Louis moves into a new flat, his fit next door neighbour who happens to be a baker brings him cupcakes to welcome him into the building.

Your Silhouette Over Me (orphan_account)

“Alright don’t forget the mission, get Louis laid,” Louis shouted over the music.

“Don’t know who Louis is, but I support it.”

Louis turned towards the contributing voice and saw the bartender leaning in front of him, his elbows resting against the lip of the bar. He had brown hair that fell in loose curls just above his collar bones which were perfectly on show due to the fact that his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his abdomen. The shirt’s sleeves were cuffed up along his inked bicep and the pattern was something that Louis would expect a dad on vacation to wear, not a young bartender.

“He’s Louis,” Zayn said, jutting his thumb in Louis’ direction.

The bartender nodded approvingly, “then I definitely support it.”

~~~~~~

Or the one where Louis went out one night after work, wanting to get laid, and then ended up meeting a bartender named Harry Styles.

The Summertime, The Butterflies, All Belong To Your Creation by PumpkinspiceLou (CatyDreamDwyer)

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

heroes of the orange skies by queenmcgonagall

Louis likes bathroom walls and Sharpies, Harry likes metal, Zayn likes Liam and Liam likes Zayn, Niall is wise, and they all go to the zoo.

Stargazer Louis by thecheshirepussycat

Louis has been deaf ever since a he was a little kid. Some of his only comforts now are the colors and fragrances of flowers. Harry could care less about flowers and prefers the beautiful melodies of his music. How could two people so different find love and maybe something else they didn't know they were missing in each other?

All The King's Men by sacredheart (orphan_account)

Louis is an arrogant, self assured prince who falls in love with a charming thief named Harry during his youth. However, years later, a revolution is sparked amongst the frustrated commoners... and Louis's former teenage romance is leading it.

another hazy may by deLILAh

louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

hush. by Wankerville

“I don't like you like that, Harry.”

“See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.”

or an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.

As Cold as a Whisper by panda_bear21

Harry did not turn around to face Louis yet and Louis’ body screamed at him to take the opportunity and run. Run until he couldn’t anymore, until his lungs collapsed out of breath and he was either safe and away or caught back in Harry’s gaze. Harry turned then, and his eyes were darker than the heavens and just as green as the haunting woods surrounding them, entrapping Louis. Focused, and clear. Louis' heart rattled in his ribcage, shaking, wanting to escape his unmoving body. Harry walked closer and Louis’ eyes stayed on him, breath leaving in a sharp exhale when Harry bent down to touch his face.

A fairy tale au where people in Louis' village are disappearing and Louis is married off to uphold a centuries long agreement.

Love's Truest Language by summerwine

The first part was meant as a joke. He didn't really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.

“Where's your order forms, then?”

“I don't want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.

Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”

No One Does It Better by nodibs

Harry's an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn't the first time they've met.

finding you was so hard (but loving you is easy) by togetherwecouldbealright

An incredibly shameless vampire!AU filled with stupid jokes, endless dates, flappy bird, a bro man dude pal sleepover thing and there also might be some sex in strange places.

Also known as the one where everyone is a vampire, Louis is oblivious and somewhere along the way it becomes a bit too much like Twilight.

Then a string of thoughts make themselves clear in Louis’ head. First, Harry is a vampire. Second, Louis is a dumbass. Third, Louis is also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. Fourth, he’s pretty sure he just quoted the back of the Twilight book.

Only You by mystic_believexx

A strict school, a forbidden love and a burning hatred that turns to passion so hot Louis' in very real danger of getting burnt…

After pulling one prank too many on their high school's Principal, Louis and Liam get transferred to Stanford Institution, a boarding school with a reputation for handling rebellious teens. Louis' determined to buckle down and follow the rules so he can come back home as soon as possible but unfortunately for him, his roommate-one Harry Styles- has other plans.

Sometimes things have a funny way of working out...

Off The Record by Tomlinsontoes

Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don't.

“I'm not your personal assistant you know,” Harry says once he gets there and Louis lets him in and he shoves the bag into his hands. “I'm your publicist.”

“I know that,” Louis smiles a devilish grin patting Harry in the middle of his chest as he takes the bag, “but look at you personally assisting me,” he says looking in the bag and pulling out the Cheetos. I also know that my PA turns his phone on silent at night, and clearly, you don't. Waiting for a booty call or something?” Louis says turning on his heels and scurrying over to his sofa and plopping down. Harry swears he sees a puff of orange dust soar into the air when Louis opens the bag. He's amazed that couch is as clean as it looks.

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

Baby Heaven's in your Eyes by theboyfriendstagram

They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.

Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.

Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

Trailer here

Mute by TroubledPro

How is love supposed to speak, when one can’t even choke out the words? Louis’ life was a joke through his witty words. Harry’s life was a joke through his lack of words. Louis was classed as a normal child; mentally and physically. Harry was classed as an abnormal child; mentally and physically. Louis could speak. Harry could not. Harry had progressive mutism. Louis did not.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews

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.

Flour and Chocolate by teaandtumblr

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.

Then he approached the display cabinet.

And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.

What. The. Fuck?

Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out.

OR

Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

the wonderlands by stylinsoncity

"Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands."

Harry's daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis' girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

Take My Breath Away by RealityBetterThanFiction

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.

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Young & Beautiful by Velvetoscar

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart

“Why exactly are you here?” Louis asked, feigning annoyance and failing pathetically at it. “My publicist told me I can't go anywhere near you.” Harry said, eyes still smudged with last night's eye liner. “That makes you my favorite person in the world.”

Or the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.

Hide your Face (So the World Will Never Find You) by neozeka

Louis is a master thief, and one of the most wanted criminals in the kingdom. When he hears that Prince Harry is holding a public masquerade ball to find a potential queen, Louis can’t pass up the opportunity to go after the crown jewels.

Or the one in which Harry is a prince, Louis is definitely not Cinderella, there is still a ball, and the magic doesn’t end at midnight.

in the middle of the night by hazkaban

louis takes a stray dog in for the night and ends up with more than he bargained for.

We Never Said Our Love Was Evergreen by PumpkinspiceLou (CatyDreamDwyer)

Harry takes his position at the top of the grand staircase, eyes washing over the crowd. It’s a sea of formality, ornate fish following the waves the music dictates, the current of Victorian tradition. Harry begins to wonder if perhaps that is his problem. Being stuck in an endless circle is why what he yearns for most in this world is still so cruelly out of his reach. Before the thought can grow and wreak havoc though, something catches Harry’s eye in the middle of the ballroom.

OR A Victorian Masquerade Ball AU where Harry is basically the Phantom of the Opera

This Must Be My Dream by nothing_but

When he got closer, Harry could see that the person on the side of the road was a young man who was holding a piece of cardboard. London was scribbled onto it in big letters so passing drivers leaving the motorway station could easily read it.

OR Louis is hitchhiking and Harry takes him in. And well, who knew that there would be so many things to be discovered apart from towns and roads and motels?

Rhonda by aclosetlarryshipper

“Would it be weird of me to say I’m almost, like… nervous?”

Louis shakes his head, giggling as their noses press together in an Eskimo kiss. “Would it be weird of me to say I’m glad? Because I am too. A little.”

Louis can feel Harry exhale. “If you’re nervous, it means you really like the person, right? That’s what I’ve heard.”

“That sounds right,” Louis says, and then he leans in.

or

The High School AU that was inspired by Home.

Green Eyes, Empty Canvas by SexyAsswoMan

His eyes were a weird shade of green. A shade that reminded you of a forest. a forest washed up in rain, glistening in the golden sun. Bright yet soft at the same time. And Louis wanted to get lost in them. Wanted to take it all out and splatter it on a canvas. Wanted to know every stroke of the man that stood in front of him. Too bad he was shit at forming words.

or where,

Louis Tomlinson liked to paint and suddenly, all he could ever paint was Harry Styles.

Amid the Falling Snow by noellehenry

Harry is going to spend Christmas with his sister Gemma while their parents enjoy a vacation on Aruba. However, she has a few surprises for him.

Harry can deal with the Irish boyfriend and a birthday party; it's the birthday boy he's not prepared for. The boy he once had a massive crush on, the boy who had hurt him, the boy he wanted to forget.

Why is he still attracted to him?

Featuring lots of snow, books and a cosy cottage in an idyllic village

A Whole New World by backonefish

He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, imagining the notes he heard earlier are from a residual dream. He opens his eyes, and, nope. The music is still there. Notes of a song he could never forget clear as the confusion in his head. That is to say, they’re really not very clear. The more he strains to comprehend what the fuck is actually going on, the more he understands. Understands that what he’s hearing is piano keys, not a record of a song. Understands that whoever is playing the piano is really not very good at it, hesitance heard before each press of the key. Understands that his fucking neighbour is waking him up at – he fumbles with his phone on his bedside - 7:30 in the morning by playing Aladdin songs on a piano. Badly.

Or- Louis has moved into his new apartment to start his new job as a teacher. Things would be great. If only his arsehole neighbour didn't wake him up every morning by playing piano. Shenanigans ensue. Like a very inadvisable kissing bet.

Ride 'Em Cowboy by larry_love13

A Harry Stripper AU.

i just know i have found the place my heart belongs by scagnetism

“Gracie loves faeries, don’t you, little love?” Louis asks, cutting through Harry’s thoughts, and she spares a glance over her shoulder at her father, nodding quickly before looking back at the house and touching it with gentle fingers.

Harry looks up at him, and they share a small smile, Louis making him feel warm, warm, warm. “This is her house, and it’s my favorite thing in my shop,” Harry explains, and Louis crouches slightly so he can see it better.

“’S beautiful,” he murmurs, and Harry smiles appreciatively at him.

Harry looks at Gracie again, blonde hair falling into her face as she inspects the glittery house, and he instinctively tucks her hair back behind her ear. “I’ve never seen the faerie,” he says to her softly, “but sometimes, when it’s very quiet, I can feel her.” He closes his eyes, taking in a breath, just sitting like that for a few seconds for the effect. “That’s how I know she’s watching over me.”

Or, the one where Louis has a quiet little girl, Harry has a toy shop with a magic faerie house, and they were made to fall in love.

Just Tell Me the Song and I'll Sing It by myownspark

Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.

Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.

Based on the following prompt: Harry and Louis are university students who go to the same bar on the weekends. The bar has karaoke and Louis likes to sing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs sometimes. Harry thinks he's cute so he starts singing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs and flirting with him while he's on stage.

The Fox You've Been Waiting For by FeelsForBreakfast

Louis isn't in love with Harry, but it’s something like that. A story where Louis is a contradiction and Harry thinks he’s the greatest.

"He wants to be loved and he wants to be the best but he wants it whispered to him, so quietly he almost can’t hear it, on Harry’s lips that sting like nettles. Harry’s golden in the sun and ivory in the moonlight and Louis wants to be in his orbit. He wants them to be kings."

Even Angels Have Their Demons by AFangirlFantasy

Louis is appointed the role of Guardian Angel, and his first mission is a boy named Zayn Malik. Unfortunately, it seems that a certain Demon has gotten to him first.

Or... an Angel/Demon AU where Angel Louis hates Demon Harry, but somewhere along the way that stops being so true.

Little Technicolor Things by tekhnicolor

Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.

more than just a dream by spit_on_me_larry

Louis Tomlinson loves his life, he really does. It's just that he's constantly on the verge of everything completely going to shit. He's disorganized and clumsy and hotheaded and just a little bit ridiculous.

And then he meets Harry Styles. Harry is the type of person Louis hates. It seems like everything comes easily to him. He's rich and brilliant and everyone loves him and he has his life impossibly and perfectly together.

Louis detests Harry Styles. Except for the inconvenient fact that he can't seem to get Harry out of his head.

Send My Love by FallingLikeThis, Rearviewdreamer

Louis Tomlinson is fed up with dating losers. Harry Styles is tired of leaving his love life up to fate. Maybe one last try is just what they need to get it right.

Or, when online dating actually works.

Given a Chance by Fabby

Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

(or, 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.)

The Brightest Lights by Rearviewdreamer

After watching yet another actor walk away with his Oscar, Louis is on the lookout for the role of a lifetime that might finally get him the one thing he has always wanted. He didn't think coming out of his self-proclaimed break to do another film would be all that difficult, but that was before he met his new co-star.

If Tomorrow Never Comes (We Had Last Night) by FallingLikeThis, Rearviewdreamer

Louis accepts the call without bothering to look at the caller ID. Only Zayn would be a big enough asshole to call him at two in the morning. This fucking better be important. “This fucking better be important,” Louis greets.

On the other end of the line comes a soft giggle. “Li, you don’t usually curse. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.”

Yeah, that’s not Zayn. Louis sighs, his anger melting into resignation when he realizes that it’s some poor bastard probably drunk dialing his ex or something. “Sorry, mate. Think you’ve got the wrong number.”

Based on this Tumblr prompt: "Accidentally called your number while drunk asking for a ride and you actually came au"

Monday Meetings by kikikryslee

American AU where the boys all work for their college newspaper. Louis gets to voice his opinion in every issue, Liam is in charge, keeping everyone in line, Niall just really loves soccer, Zayn is an aspiring photographer and Harry is the incoming photo editor.

(Or, the one where Louis wants to date Harry, but won't, because they work together, even though the other boys follow no such rule.)

--- Louis turned and looked Harry in the eye. "I told Niall that even though he wanted to date Josh, his co-worker, it just wasn't going to work out. And that was OK, because there's plenty of other people out there for him." Please take the hint. Please. It looked like Harry did, because he simply nodded before breaking the gaze.

For the Sake of Propriety by panda_bear21

Louis Tomlinson is the caretaker of an estate that is not truly his, and when his Uncle calls upon him to take it back, Louis knows he will soon be out on the streets with four overly zealous sisters to care for. His only solution: wed the eldest two off and pray for the best. When an even better solution unexpectedly presents itself in the form of the charming Mr. Styles, Louis is faced with a difficult choice. But as with all things in the regency era, reputation very well may threaten to outweigh the fleeting matters of his heart.

once upon a dream by thedeathchamber

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

aka. the Medium/Criminal Minds-inspired AU no one ever asked for.

Forever Home by thedeathchamber

Louis heard humming, soft and melodious, and the scribble of a pen on paper, before he blinked into awareness, his vision focusing gradually to make out the person standing at the foot of his bed. It was a young male nurse, dressed in light blue scrubs. The morning autumn sunlight streaming in through the window lit up the hair that escaped from his bun like a halo. “Hi,” Louis croaked. The nurse’s head whipped up from his notes. “Oh, you’re awake—” When he looked at Louis his voice broke off and his face went slack. “You’re awake,” he repeated.

Hate Me To The Moon by harrystylesandstuff

The last thing Harry wanted was to spend his entire summer stuck with his dad's new fiancée and her kids. He wants no more when he learns she's a very religious dictator, raising a sixteen year old nun and a clean cut potential priest ass kisser.

Everything takes a slightly different turn, however, when Harry finds out his future step-brother is actually the rude stranger he caught sucking off a guy in a pub, far from the reserved Christian his mom thinks he is...

AU where Harry is a sexy nerd, Louis is a great actor, and they both pretend to hate each other's guts to convince themselves they're not feeling things future step-brothers shouldn't feel...

Purer Than The Water (like we were) by FeelsForBreakfast

Louis is a merman and Harry is a boy. The lake is a good place to fall in love.

"Louis wants the boy to wade deeper, deep enough that Louis can go under and wrap his fingers around his ankles for just a moment. Pull him under. Just touch skin, for a second."

every time i run, i keep on falling on you by hazmesentir

Shameless fluffy Christmas fic.

AU. After being best friends for 8 years, Harry moves to LA. It takes the keen observations of all of Louis' friends to realise the one thing he really wants for Christmas is Harry.

Today and Every Day by LittleLostPieces

Five times Harry proposed, and one time Louis definitively said yes.

you and me were kings by ithacas

harry plays football in a small town in west texas. louis might be the only person that doesn’t give a damn. au.

Reeling Through The Fall by zarah5

AU. They hate each other. Except for when they don’t.

This Shifting Ground by zarah5

University AU. In which Louis, law student, is the cheeky waiter to Harry’s dates. This is how it starts.

These Roads We Stumble Down by onewasturning

He’s completely drenched, not one millimetre of him not covered in rain, and the old sheepskin cover over the seat is probably going to stink afterwards from the damp. But even with what seems to be a constant tremor shaking his body, brown hair plastered to his forehead, and a blue tinge to his skin, he’s still probably the most gorgeous person that Harry has ever seen.

Or, Harry picks up a hitchhiker in Oxford, and it's a long ride to Glasgow.

Red Brick Heart by hazmesentir

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted.

we're falling skyward by brownheadedstranger

AU. Louis fires people for a living and meets up with Harry in big cities.

(Take You Back Where You Belong) This Could be Our Favorite Song (orphan_account)

When recently divorced, thirty-five year-old, overworked tax accountant Louis Tomlinson gets sent on a two-week vacation to Aruba by his best friend, he automatically assumes it's going to be two weeks of panicking about all of the work he's missing and staying holed up in his room. But then, right on his first night in Aruba, he meets Harry Styles, the cheeky, crass, and charming waiter and up-and-coming musician. Who happens to only be eighteen years old.

Nonetheless, a whirlwind romance kicks up between Louis and Harry, and Louis finds himself falling for the boy in a way he hadn't thought he could fall again after his divorce. But as Louis' two weeks in Aruba come to a close and Harry finds himself standing on the cusp of the fame he's always craved, Louis has to make the decision of whether or not he's going to stay with Harry, or leave him behind in Aruba, and it turns out to be the toughest decision Louis ever has to make.

Counting The Steps Between Us by zarah5

AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis' new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)

love me in between the future and the past by navigator, quitter

Set during the 2013 VMAs.

Harry's scared of history repeating itself.

Now I Got You In My Space (I Won't Let Go of You) by three_miles

Louis and Harry used to fool around, until they just... stopped. Until today, when Louis gets a signal from Harry that he hasn't seen in a long time.

Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

oh your touch, so bittersweet by soleilouis

louis meets harry in a tattoo shop.

twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes by hazandboo_write

harry's cute and curly and blind, louis's not, they meet at a wedding, and then out for yogurt.

We Will Find Our Way by supernope

Harry smiles at Louis, quick and easy, and says, “Well, since we’re in the same boat, we’ll just make our own Christmas. What do you say?” Louis tamps down on a bloom of warmth in his belly. He barely knows Harry past seeing him walk down the hall in just his skivvies - not that he’s complaining - but he’s being so lovely, smiling at him so hopefully, and, well. Louis doesn’t much fancy the idea of spending Christmas completely alone. Nodding, he reaches out and pokes Harry’s dimple, watches it flirt to life underneath his fingertip. “I say yes.”

AKA, Harry and Louis are uni students studying abroad in New York, stuck in the dorms together over Christmas.

Spin Me Like A Record by zarah5

Uni AU. Sometimes, Louis poses as Harry’s boyfriend. It doesn’t mean anything. Really.

Speaking of Marvels by navigator, quitter

AU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors' son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling.

we are the greatest pretenders by chillpills

“You do matter,” he says, roughly. “You matter so much, and you’re not just a computer, because you’re Hazza, and you’re mine, and it doesn’t matter what they say because I think you’re the best person I’ve ever known and I’d be honored to serve with you and - ” Harry tosses the memory drive aside and then throws his arms around Louis and drags him down on top of him, burying his face in Louis’ neck. Louis can feel Harry’s forehead against his false pulse, and hear the quiet sobbing noises he’s making under his ear.

or: Louis and Harry are androids, Nick developed them with independent emotions, and they get much more than they bargained for with them.

Thought The Song Was Sung by 100percentsassy

Louis never auditioned for the X-Factor. Years later, Harry's just another gay ex-boybander who lives alone with his cat... until Niall decides to take matters into his own hands and set up a profile for Harry on a dating website.

harder to hide than i thought by dangerbears

ridiculous self-indulgent high school au. louis's best friend's little brother suddenly got very attractive.

Waited My Whole Life for This One Night by LittleLostPieces

It's been said that patience is a virtue. Harry is sure that the person who came up with that cliche never spent eighteen hours waiting for the birth of their first child.

Exhale the Dust by flutterbutt

Louis is a disgraced former pop star who needs help writing a single. (a Music and Lyrics AU)

A week later, the note from Breakfast Harry is still buried in Louis' kitchen drawer under forks and spoons and spatulas, all but forgotten. Louis is in bed (because it is only 11 o'clock, after all) when he gets another call from Herb. It's probably about opening for fucking Blue again. He'll probably say yes this time. He hates turning Herb down, especially since he knows that Herb most likely begged Blue's people to consider Louis in the first place.

we are honey and the bee by soleilouis

It isn’t his fault though, it is entirely the fault of whichever gods thought it would be a good idea to taunt Louis by dangling a curly haired boy in front of him with a mouth that can’t possibly be as soft as it looks, a mouth that requires further inspection with Louis’ own mouth. Unfortunately, Louis absolutely cannot do that, because it would go against all rules and guidelines in the Golden Handbook of Nanny and Employee Etiquette that he’s pretty sure exists.

au where harry plays rugby at uni, louis needs to hire a nanny, and life is one big cliche.

we were just like glue by togetherwecouldbealright

Louis works in a library where his own books sit on the shelves. Also, there may or may not be a Harry Styles involved and he may or may not be Louis' muse. Not that Louis is admitting to anything.

me and you and you and me (orphan_account)

On the occasion of Harry's 20th birthday, aka pretty much total FWP (fluff without plot).

It's All Brand New Because of You by supernope

It’s nearing six o’clock in the evening, and despite the fact that it’s summer, the aquarium has emptied out considerably and it’s quiet as Louis wanders the exhibits. A few people try to ask him questions as he wanders, but Louis knows less about the creatures in the tanks than they do, so he keeps having to apologize and explain that he’s just a counselor, not a biologist.

AKA, Louis starts a new job as a summer camp counselor at the local aquarium and Harry is a biologist who really likes teaching people about the ocean.

hold a hand for cover by vashtaneradas

they’ve still got all the money in the world, all the big nights and bigger houses, all the people at their doors with singles and album deals and promises of more, they still have all of that, and they will forever. the only thing they’ve burnt through is each other.

or, two years after the band, harry and louis bump into each other for the first time.

Under The Same Sun by FeelsForBreakfast

Louis and Harry live 400 miles away from each other. Sometimes it’s hard. (internet boyfriends, indie bands, and happy endings)

“I already miss you. I miss you all the damn time.” Louis says, because it’s late enough for honesty.

not fortune's fool by eleadore

The one where Louis goes to sleep in his X-Factor bunk and wakes up years in the future to discover things have... changed.

if you're for real and not pretend by brownheadedstranger

In which Harry works in a bakery and Louis can't seem to find what he's looking for.

Celebrity Discount by LoadedGunn

Louis fell for Prince Harry when he was ten and Harry was eight and peeked behind the Queen’s elegant gown for his first public appearance—a shy smile and a mess of curls. He fell for him when he caught Lottie putting up a magazine cover of Harry on her wall and all she had to say for herself was, “He’s such a good person, yeah?” and, yeah. He fell for him when Harry gracefully accepted his demotion. He fell for him when Harry came out and stayed out.

Truly, Madly, Deeply (10 Things I Hate About You) by sunsetmog

The first Louis had heard of Harry auditioning for X Factor was the night he'd turned up on Louis' doorstep the day before leaving for Boot Camp, with a DVD and an illicit bottle of vodka.

Thing was, Louis hated secrets, and he really hated being made a fool of, and he really, really hated Harry Styles.

or: the one in which they're all in sixth form together, and Harry auditions for X Factor without them.

Let the Words Fall Out by pertunes

It’s not a thing, he decides. It’s not going to be a thing, because his ears have been ringing for months and so what if some days he feels like he’s straining to hear what even Niall’s jabbering on about.

hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas

au; harry's in the army, louis' back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

sugar never tasted so good by vashtaneradas

louis sells rock candy and harry sells flowers and london is cold; aka a dumb valentine’s au.

Always There by tothemoonmydear

Louis Tomlinson, of One Direction, has been almost completely blind since birth, the exception being he can see blotches of shadows and shapes; just enough to keep himself standing upright. He’s supposed to be doing an interview about being blind in a world wide famous boyband, instead his answers once again drift off to Harry Styles..

based off of this meme: http://icantlouis.tumblr.com/post/43865524622/au-meme-louis-tomlinson-of-one-direction-has

place your hands on my face, close my eyes by empress

Louis met Harry on the fifteenth of August. He would never forget that day.

Or, Louis is the star footballer of Manchester United, and Harry a member of the rising pop sensation, One Direction. They shouldn't work, but they do, anyway (based on this AU post on tumblr).

Keep Me In Your Pocket by ologist

Louis has been living in a teapot since he was miniaturised by a witch, but Harry is determined to break the curse.

To Build A Home (orphan_account)

A story about a broken boy and the boy who falls in love with him.

Call Me Baby by mediwitch3

Louis moves to Holmes-Chapel after his parents die in a car crash. He has custody of his five sisters, and it is through the youngest he meets Harry Styles, a preschool teacher. Life just got a lot more complicated for Louis.

All the Corners of the World by robpatFF

Written in response to these tags on Tumblr though I'd recommend not reading those first unless you want to be spoiled. Alternatively, university!AU in which Harry runs away to New York City with only his camera and a playlist and Louis doesn't have a good side.

just a memory (and all that we could've been) by trustingno1

"I think - there's something wrong. With Harry's memory," Louis says, and someone mutes the TV.

(or: Harry wakes up in a reality in which he and Louis are very much together. Which is pretty awesome. Or - it would be. If Harry could remember any of it).

once like a spark by flimsy

Louis is a bartender, and Harry is just his type.

"Can I get you anything else?" Louis asks and shimmies his hips along to the beat of the music. Zayn is giving him a look from the other end of the bar, frowning slightly at the line of people waiting to get a drink. Louis rolls his eyes and shrugs and turns his attention back to the boy, who ruffles his fringe and gives Louis a little lopsided grin.

Smaller Than Me by checkthemargins

Harry's just finished his first year of uni on his way to becoming Dr. Harry Styles, Neurosurgeon. He's young, he has endless potential, three amazing best mates, a new love and the world at his fingertips. The fact that his new boyfriend may or may not be a sex-worker, of course, throws a wrench into the works. But it's not true. Really.

Probably.

It most definitely might not be entirely true. And that's all Harry needs to know.

If You Build Yourself a Myth by pukeandcry

Harry is six the first time he makes something change. (magical realism AU)

How Would You Feel (If I Told You I Loved You) by Only_angel_28

An AU inspired by the music video for Ed Sheeran's song Perfect featuring two idiots who are too thick to see that their friendship is anything but platonic, lots of pining, too many terms of endearment to count, a wedding, slow dancing, a couple of steamy hot tub moments, karaoke, snow, a healthy dose of cuddling, love confessions, and Harry and Louis being quite generous to each other.

*Or the one where Harry has been in love with his best friend for four years, and New Year's Eve at his family's holiday home in Switzerland is perfect for finally telling Louis how he feels.

Boy Interrupted by MrsStylinson

Five times that Harry walks in on Louis by accident and the one time he walks in on purpose.

Or, the one where they can only resist each other for so long, featuring some epic sexual tension, a heavy dose of pining, a hint of angst and a fluffy ending.

reminiscing the other day by tilthesundies

“Spain,” Harry says. “This weekend.”

Louis blinks. “Are you asking me, or telling me?”

“Asking,” he says with a huff.

Harry's invited to a wedding, and there's only so much Louis can hide.

Take Care of Me by louissketios

Louis is the fan that asks Harry to find him a date at his concert and Harry offers to take Louis out on a date instead.

Promise Not to Fall by dimpled_halo

Louis raises his eyebrows. “You want to be friends with benefits?”

Harry shrugs, “If that’s what you want to call it then, yeah. Why not?”

Louis brings his hand to rub the stubble on his jaw, seeming lost in his own thoughts. “Okay, I’ll agree on three conditions.”

“One: no sleep overs.”

Harry nods, “Okay."

“Two: if either of us finds someone else we call it off no questions asked.”

Harry isn’t sure why his stomach turns at that, but he agrees anyway.

“And three,” Louis’ face hardens, “you cannot, under any circumstances, fall in love with me.”

Harry snorts, “Yeah, okay,” he chuckles lightly.

or- When One Direction goes on hiatus, Harry and Louis reconnect, becoming the friends they once were during their days in the X Factor. It doesn’t take long for their friendship to evolve into friends with benefits, unable to resist the physical attraction between them. Things get complicated when feelings get in the way.

Oh, We're In Love, Aren't We? by Rearviewdreamer

After sixteen wonderful years of friendship, it's hard to imagine any grand (and usually dumb) plans they haven't had or some type of mischief they haven't gotten into together. But, when Harry suddenly finds himself without a fiance and Louis just wants to help him feel okay again, they realize falling in love is one thing they haven't done, and that's about to change.

Big Dicked Bottoms Make the Rockin’ World Go Round by YesIsAWorld

Harry was tired of the assumptions made about his sexual preferences and he wasn't afraid to (drunkenly) post on Tumblr about it. The last thing he expected was to find his perfect partner.

Seven Minutes in Heaven by Canadianlarrie (canadianlarrie)

It’s musty, it's confined and its where lost musical instruments go to die. It also happens to be where Harry and Louis are currently standing after being forced into the alcove under the basement stairs at Niall’s house for Seven Minutes in Heaven.

First kisses rarely happen as imagined – they’re awkward, ill-timed and sloppy af.

The one where Harry and Louis kiss and the whole thing’s kind of a hot glorious mess.

Surrender My Everything by crimsontheory

After his flight was delayed, Harry showed up stressed out, exhausted, and four hours late for his date with Louis.

Waiting For Someone Who Needs Me by graceling_in_a_suit

Harry huffed in frustration. His feet pigeon-toed as he took a step forward. “None?” he asked with a hint of desperation. “You have nothing that you need?” Louis shook his head. “Listen. I’ve a million things that I want, like for the Donny Rovers to get to finals and for our band to do well and to write better songs and for my mum to be able to pay off her mortgage, but I don’t need any of those things. There’s a difference.”

AU: Harry is a genie, and Louis doesn't think he needs anything.

You Wear White (I'll Wear Out The Words) by rainbowslovehl (Larrymateforlife)

“You’re drunk Harry. And you can’t possibly get married by the end of this week.” “Why not?” Harry asked, stubbornly jutting his chin up. “I’m a great person.” “Because you’re single, Harry, that's why,” Niall remarked as he plopped down on the opposite side of the booth.

Harry is desperate to get married before the end of the week. In walks Louis.

Bad Girl Riri by 13ways

Harry and Louis have a cat named Rihanna. She has opinions.

Do I need to worry? by enigma_scars

Louis needs to blow bubbles to get rid of his smoking addiction. Harry finds Louis cute and strikes a conversation head on. Louis finds Harry creepy and dangerous.

One Mississippi by AlwaysAqua

“What are you even doing here, Louis?” Harry asked faintly through the door.

“Trust me, if I had anywhere else to go,” Louis paused and reflected on the absolute shit show his week had thrown at him. He sighed, “If I had anywhere else to go, I wouldn’t be here. I promise you that. You know you’re the last person I would ask to help me.”

Or, Louis and Harry broke up two years ago and now Louis has nowhere else to go and Harry reluctantly lets him back in.

The Depth and the Breadth and the Height by phdmama

"What do you need?"

Over the course of a life together, the answer to that question changes.

truth, justice, and the gay way by hattalove

Liam needs a costume. Louis needs a best best friend award, a holiday, and to get a grip.

(Harry's just in the right place at the right time.)

Needing is One Thing, and Getting—Getting’s Another by kiwikero

Six months and moving back home is what it takes for Louis to finally start getting over his divorce.

Backstage, Sex and Outrage by taggiecb

Prompt #20: your chance to do it in a specific location

Louis loves working towards a goal. His friends say having a goal in life is the only thing that keeps him sane some days. Right now he is working towards his before twenty five bucket list, and fate must have been smiling on him the day he won tickets for a show at Wembly, getting into one of the locker rooms is something he will have to think about later. Plus it doesn't hurt that the show he's seeing is his favourite celebrity crush Harry Styles.

I’d Like To Buy an ‘O’ by FallingLikeThis

When Louis fails at Wheel of Fortune but, by some miracle, not his love life.

If Only You (Knew) by LadyLondonderry

Catch a busy train at a busy time. Find a seat and look like you’ve been there a while. Feign sleep. Look like you belong there. Look like you haven’t been living out of a rucksack for four months.

Don’t look homeless.

When Louis needs somewhere to go, he finds himself in an abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere. Unknown to him, he's stumbled on the home of someone else, and they're not too happy about it.

Coming and Going (Anonymous)

Harry is a shy loner looking for someone who will help him discover his new found sexual fantasies. Louis is a lonely writer who doesn't realize how much he has secluded himself. They are brought together by a simple ad, and a common interest.

All in 'Cause of You by crimsontheory

Harry was married to the most amazing man in the world and he was ready to take the next step of their relationship. As he journeyed down the road of adoption, he realized it was bumpier than he had anticipated.

drive all night to keep her warm by thepriestthinksitsthedevil (stubliminalmessaging)

After a devastating break-up, Harry discovers that his life is depressingly empty. He spends some time with his best friend Niall and Niall's lovable oaf of a golden retriever and realizes that the missing piece in his life is a pet. Unfortunately, the pet that seizes Harry's heart is a sickly puppy who is hostile towards people after a history of abuse and neglect from her previous owners. Can Harry, with the help of the handsome vet, Dr. Tomlinson, earn this puppy's love and nurse her back to health?

Sing With Me (just for today) by Eleven_11

When Harry arrives at Camp Half Blood as a clumsy and terrified 12-year-old, he has no clue what he's doing, just that he really wants to be friends with this Louis kid. Louis has been at camp for five years when Harry shows up, and he still doesn't know who his godly parent is. Everything Louis does is in hope of catching his dad’s attention. Everything Harry does is in hopes of being enough.

The story picks up in the Percy Jackson universe after the Titan War and right in the middle of the conflict with the Giants. Louis is one of the demigods left behind to defend the camp, and Harry just discovered he's a demigod.

Calling Love by AlwaysAqua

“Can I just say I miss you? Is that allowed? I know we said we said there’s no point in saying it because we can’t change the time apart. But I just really fucking miss you.” — This whole fic is a voicemail.

Hope by kiwikero

Louis was, emphatically, not a cat person.

Roses in the Rain by theweightofmywords

“Don’t- I know what you’re going to ask, and I… Harry, I can’t,” he said, his voice cracking. “Please. You know that I can’t.”

Louis had his six siblings and his old house with its falling-apart porch to take care of. This town was where people still approached him, 8 years after high school graduation, to tell him that they loved him as Danny in Grease. This town was where he had his pick of suitors, where he had his first kiss, where he took his first steps, where his mama lived, died, and was buried, and he couldn’t leave just to follow some man that he loved.

Harry, for now, seemed to understand that.

“Okay, baby,” Harry sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Okay.”

I Kinda Need A Hero (Is It You) by FallingLikeThis

Louis is a barista who’s had his heart broken. Harry is the boy who wants to put the pieces back together.

Heart of a Lion (With Metal in His Teeth) by graceling_in_a_suit

The man sighed impatiently. “Can you confirm your mission, please, you useless piece of junk.” Harry smiled politely. “Mission Code: 645-a3. Status: incomplete. Description: assess the situation on Olivia, report all findings to Captain Cowell and his board of advisors in three to five days. Specifically, locate and analyse the citizen known as Louis Tomlinson, suspected leader of the current strike, and present a strategy for destabilising his movement.”

Harry is an Android. Louis is his target: a revolutionary leader trying to free his people.

(01110100 01101000 01100101 01111001 00100000 01100110 01100001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101.)

Hiding in the Rain by asphodelknox

Louis’s used to the bullies. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy Harry Styles dragging him off on adventures to avoid them.

This Soft and Fluffy Thing Called by LadyLondonderry

Harry waits.

He waits for his eleventh birthday. He waits with bated breath. He waits and waits and waits and watches the post for the letter - the letter that decides his fate - the letter from Hogwarts.

or, the one where Harry was adopted as a baby, his downstairs neighbor is Louis, and he really should learn not to keep things bottled up.

Love, This Wild Thing by asphodelknox

Paris, the City of Love. Harry's hiding an unused Tinder account and Louis's hiding how much he doesn't want to go home. They find what they need in each other.

You're Gonna Pay for This by Eleven_11

“'NO!” Three sets of hands moved to grab Harry, and he was so startled that he jumped into the air from his nearly seated position on their new couch, butt just inches away from the pristine leather. He scanned the faces of the four boys in front of him, all colored with a mixture of shock, incredulity, and embarrassment. Harry was at a loss. “Why?” he sighed. " --- Or, Louis and Harry get something new, and the boys refuse to break it in. Chaos and ridiculousness ensue.

Teenage Dirtbag by 13ways

Louis loves Harry. Harry dislikes confinement. They play some dodgeball and kiss.

A Pun-derful Life by AlwaysAqua

Falling in love with his best friend was never part of the plan, but it happened. It keeps happening; Over and over again on a daily basis. Sometimes, even that’s too long between falling in love.

Or, Harry and Louis use too many puns as a means to make each other laugh.

Back To One by FallingLikeThis

Harry opens his eyes to a blinding white light. It fades gingerly and he blinks as his eyes adjust to his surroundings. There’s a soft cushion beneath his bum and his legs are crisscrossed in front of him. He’s only wearing a pair of white boxer briefs for some reason but he’s oddly comfortable wearing so little in a strange place. Slowly, he becomes aware of a crinkling sound and looks down to find that he holds a square of paper in his hands.

Neutral Good it says in pretty, flowy handwriting.

“Hello, everyone!” A chipper voice calls out, capturing Harry’s attention and pulling his eyes towards its location. He takes in the woman suddenly standing before him with her hands clasped in front of her.

“Welcome to The Afterlife."

a house built out of stone by robpatFF

Louis has a used bookshop and Harry has a habit of claiming things that don't belong to him.

Through the Darkest of Your Days by robpatFF

"Harry thinks he might not really know what okay is, but Louis is warm next to him, solid and constant and questioning. He’s all wide eyes and nerves and vulnerability. And this feels alright, this might be some sort of okay, Harry thinks." Future!fic, roadtrip!fic, OT5 friendship!fic.

Only Several Miles From the Sun by robpatFF

It started with a walk and unexpected rain and Babs. It started with a smile and green eyes and a bag of warm apple cinnamon muffins. Actually, it started with the bakery. Bakery AU, because of reasons.

Fate's A Bitch Really (Yes) by CalamityK

Louis is twenty-three now, and painfully aware that “Yes.” Is quite a common response when first meeting someone. ----- or that soulmate au where everyone has the first words their soulmate is supposed to say to them tattooed on their body

Have You Coming Back Again by whoknows

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

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

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

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

Nice Boy Seeks Same For Hook-Up by LittleMousling

From a kinkmeme prompt: Louis wants to lose his virginity but doesn't want anyone at school to know he's gay. In order to finally get with a guy, he posts an ad on Craigslist.

Harry Styles answers.

like a simile, i paint suggestive pictures (of me and you) by dangerbears

louis is a TA for an english 101 class and harry is stupid gorgeous which of course leads to a morality crisis.

Hiding Out in the Kitchen by LittleMousling

Harry's in an internationally famous boyband with his three best mates, he gets laid on a pretty regular basis, and he's headed to Australia in a week. He doesn't need anything else, and he certainly doesn't need a boyfriend. If this nice guy he met in a coffeeshop wants to date him, great—but that's all it is. Right?

when i feel that something by somerdaye

In which Harry and Louis are put into a duo instead of a group, and Louis Googles asexuality.

Some Say It's a Blessing, Some Say It's a Curse by homelesshats

In a world where humans are blessed with timers on their wrists to tell them precisely when they'll meet their soulmate, Harry has waited his whole life -- eighteen years, six months, one week and five days exactly -- for this day.

scared that i couldn’t find all the answers, honey by cathedralhearts

from the 1dkinkmeme on livejournal; niall writes larry stylinson fan fiction

If You Weren't Real I'd Make You Up by FeelsForBreakfast

These are the facts: This is a love story. Harry can’t tell the difference between what’s real and what isn’t. Louis doesn’t eat.

blackjacks running down my back by dangerbears

AU. university stuff. best friend stuff. music stuff. sappy stuff.

You're The One That I Want by spacecakesandmilkshakes

Harry had always been Louis' best friend and...well...his baby, until one day he realized that his baby was all grown up.

Make Tea, Not War by howdoyouwhisk (popsongdelusional)

"Is he the messiest?"

"Yes."

"Does he do the washing up?"

"Never."

"Does he make his bed?"

"Never."

"Hopeless, hopeless flatmate. Would you rather be with one of these guys?"

"Nope!"

Or: Louis attempts to become a better flatmate, much to Harry's dismay.

So much stays unknown till the time has come by becka

While on holiday in 2011, Louis has an unexpected visitor from his future.

if it's me you're looking for by eleadore

Louis has a bad habit of getting drunk before he confesses--or maybe it's the other way around. AU.

touch my neck and i'll touch yours by amongseafarers, gravitycentered

Harry feels the press of Louis’ leg against his side and the flimsy cotton of Louis’ pajamas. “Soft,” he mumbles, curling his hand around Louis’ thigh and using the grip to pull himself closer, nestling his face into the side of Louis’ hip.

Where Your Heart Is by antihetharry, tvshows_addict

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam-- his entirely too chipper step brother-- or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books -- No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be-- The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence. 

Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.

Gracious Goes the Ghost of You by haloeverlasting

And there it was again. That heaviness, that shift in the air that makes everything feel just a little slower. It’s like just moving forward makes him sore from the exertion. It’s not in the least physical, it’s his heart and mind and soul that feels stretched and pushed too far. It’s those moments, where his heart feels like it’s thudding only because it still can, that Louis feels the itch to glance at the clock. When he aches to know how long it’s been and maybe a part of him is wondering how long it will be. If this time, when he checks the clock, he’ll feel the same shame for his long stint of grief, but it will be followed by some sort of pride. He’s made it this far, and “because it still can” is a perfectly good reason for his heart to keep beating.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asks.

Louis hums, shifting a little to rest his head on top of Harry’s. “Is this your new question?"

“Yeah,” he whispers, softly.

“Just… thinking about how long it’s been. And how long it may be before it doesn’t hurt so much anymore."

Harry is a ghost who comes to visit. Louis feels like a ghost, himself. In forgiveness, they find their way back to life.

You Drive Me Crazy ( I Just Can't Sleep) by objectlesson

The first time Louis ends up in Harry’s bed is a total accident.

try to not remember (rather than forget) by hereforlou

Harry hadn’t left, not really. He had been right there the entire time. And that’s what had made it worse, knowing that his body was within touching distance but his mind, everything that made Harry Harry, was lost somewhere Louis wasn’t able to reach.

He hadn’t left, but that’s what it had felt like most of the time. Just as if one day Harry had up and left him.

(Or the one where Harry wakes up.)

Say You'll Remember by whisperdlullaby

au. louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they're also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.

takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.

things unspoken by stylinsoncity

he wants to say it. he’s waited his whole life to say it. but how do you tell your childhood best friend you want them?

So Much Left to Say by myownspark

Reason #32: Cheer Someone Up.

Harry remembers Louis stalking along the Cougar’s sideline as the final seconds of the game ticked away. He was apart from everyone, with his arms crossed and his head down, sort of fragile looking even in his pads and helmet. Harry’s fingers actually itched to hold his hand, just as they do now. He holds the phone up to take a selfie and smiles into the camera, trying to ask Louis a question with his eyes. (Are you really okay? Tell me the truth. I bet you’re sitting on your bed, playing Madden, sulking. If you want to see me, I’ll come. I know you better than anyone. You’re sad. I’d like to come.) He pushes send.

(Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose.)

kiwi by fondleeds

With a stuttered mixture of a laugh and a groan, Harry lets his head droop, pushes his forehead against Louis’ chest and leans into him, fingers curled around the railing.

"You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes.

Louis lets out a puff of laughter, and when Harry lifts his eyes, the look in Louis’ gaze is one he knows too well, so distinctively coy and mischievous and gently charming, his lips quirked up with a smirk. Harry’s heart falls into the palms of his playful hands. “You’re into it.”

-

AU. Harry plays on Saturday nights at The Motley. Louis bartends on Saturday nights at The Motley.

It’s a thing.

Things That Go Hump in the Night by haloeverlasting, indiaalphawhiskey

“I thought you said I make everything fun,” Harry replies with a curt shrug. “I thought you liked trying new things with me.”

Harry is clearly upset with him, and camping or no, Louis was hoping for a good weekend all the same.

“You do make everything fun, but I’m warning you right now. This isn’t something new we’re trying. This is a well established hatred and I’m fucking cursed, so this isn’t going to be fun.” Louis hates how petulant he sounds, but it’s true. Camping never has and never will go well for him. And sure, maybe part of that is his attitude, but the attitude has only come from a consistent cause and effect in his life.

Louis goes camping. Something horrible happens. Louis is miserable.

It’s science.

Or, the one where Louis is right.

Things Gone Cold by MediaWhore

"your heart is warm for things gone cold.”— Sophocles, Antigone

With his soulmate’s thoughts about him written on his skin and the world’s eyes trailing his every movement, Harry Styles is having a bit of a rough time releasing his second album in peace. And that’s not even counting the breakup. Or the car crash.

Ever Fixed by delsicle

Three years ago, Harry was happily married, successfully heading the largest technology company in the world, and raising his young daughter. After he loses nearly everything in the aftermath of his daughter’s lost battle with a rare brain tumor, it may take three strange and yet very familiar visitors – and a man from the therapy group Harry keeps refusing to go to – to get him back on track.

Based on the film Collateral Beauty

The Melody You Never Heard by bananasandboots

It's one last adventure. One last chance to be young and carefree. One final weekend before they take up their internships, their corporate positions, before they enter the real world, fresh out of university. Niall's his best mate. Liam's been there for him since they were lost, little freshmen, trying to find their ways through an overwhelming first year. Harry can't disappoint them, even if it means enduring four days with Louis.

Louis, who he does share a history with, a history he's never told anyone about, not even Niall, a history he hasn't brought up in three years because it's stupid and embarrassing and confusing.

Or, the one where Harry gets roped into a four-day camping trip with the boy who kissed him and never called back.

One for Luck by leavingonatrain

The very first time Louis remembers hearing Harry Styles' deep, deep voice, he's just won gold at the World Equestrian Games and he's officially back on Great Britain's Olympic team. He's also three sheets to the wind, drunk on victory and champagne, and there's a gorgeous boy whispering in his ear. Life's grand.

(AU: Louis and Harry are professional riders on the British Olympic team.)

we've got to get away from here by suspendrs

“It is my understanding that you are the most comprehensive member of this agency in the field of extraterrestrial life, is that right?” the agent asks. He’s trying to sound calm, but Louis can tell he’s shaken as well.

“Um, I guess so,” Louis says, glancing over at the man in the blanket again.

Suddenly, Louis’s blood runs cold. There’s something off about the man, something in his gaze, something Louis can’t put his finger on. It’s terribly unsettling, but excitement bubbles in his gut.

Or, Louis is an FBI agent who likes to think himself a paranormal expert, and Harry is the alien that somehow ended up in his office.

love is divine by stylinsoncity

Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.

Sing When You're Winning by hazmesentir

Harry is fifteen minutes late to the office on the day Louis Tomlinson comes out as gay.

Or, the one where Harry's a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League's first gay footballer and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.

the impossible now by stylinsoncity

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

Finding Lou by stylinsoncity

Louis is the nomadic stranger who wanders into Harry’s bookstore. Harry is the skeptic who falls for him.

I'll Know My Name As It's Called Again by pukeandcry

Louis wakes up in Harry's body. This is a problem for several reasons.

Devil in the Bible Belt by TinyBeautifulTales (MikeandHarveyTime)

A Shameless AU starring Louis as Fiona and Harry as Jimmy/Steve.

(or, Louis is raising his seven siblings by himself, and Harry steals cars and crash lands into Louis' life. Together, they navigate south side Chicago and love.)

my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach

When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.

Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they're put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn't know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry's always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.

A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.

Those are the Days That Bind Us (Together Forever) by nightwideopen

Soulmate AU where when two soulmates meet they can hear each other's thoughts for a limited amount of time.

or

My Excuse To Write Teacher!Louis

je vole by nightwideopen

Two best friends, two broken boys on the run from themselves who managed to land a safe space in the heart of a beautiful city.

Harry and Louis are thieves in Paris. They're all the other has.

(Alternatively titled Pink.)

Don't Act Like It's a Bad Thing to Fall in Love by nightwideopen

Louis was born blind, completely blind, leaving him with nothing but the absolute blackness that his lack of vision produces.

Harry, on the other hand, is deaf. No sound can be registered by the two tiny ears his rowdy, chocolate curls obscure so well.

The first time Louis and Harry meet, it’s sort of an accident.

Take What's Mine by jaerie

Years after he is kidnapped, his life altered forever, Louis goes through the motions in a way that barely feels like living. Harry is a wild card, a forbidden fruit that Louis swore off of before he even had a chance to experience it. Maybe, in the end, Harry holds the key to being reborn. Louis just has to be open to the idea first.

(End game: this is a comfort/healing fic)

Wholehearted by TheMagicWord

AU. When superstar singer and winner of The Voice Louis Tomlinson tweets “Nothing worse than waking up with no milk for a cuppa !! Gutted” he doesn’t expect someone to bring him some. And he really doesn’t expect that someone to have bright green eyes, long curly hair, and (fucking) dimples.

Peaches and Cream by seducedbycurls

The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.

“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.” “You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.” “We want to prove that opposites attract.”

Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches. Louis just came for the money.

Singing To Tiny Dancer by BriaMaria

“Yes!” Harry punched a fist into the air. He laughed at the confusion that wrinkled the little space between Louis’ brows.

“What?”

“You’re flirting with me,” Harry smiled, letting his dimples pop.

Louis’ face went blank for two seconds and then he rolled his eyes, one side of his mouth lifting. “Am not.”

“You soooo are,” Harry sang out, poking him in the shoulder. “You like me.”

“I was simply showing you how to actually bring… what did you call it? Your A-game.”

Harry adopted a patronizing expression, sure it would piss him off. “And you did great. Really.”

“Oi, fuck off,” Louis said, but he was actually laughing now. Outright. It was gorgeous and Harry wanted to live in this moment forever. It was the very best one he’d experienced. He wanted to always remember the image of Louis’ crinkled eyes, the sound of his breathy giggles, the smell of citrus that radiated off him as he swayed in his amusement. And Louis didn’t even know his name.

Or ... When everything gets to be a bit too much for A-list actor Louis Tomlinson, he runs back to the town he had never really called home and the boy who was the only one he did.

All the Lines We Cast Will Bring Us Home by afirethatcannotdie

Harry wakes to a series of tweet notifications.

@Louis_Tomlinson: Sooo excited to announce I’m going on tour !! In America in 5 weeks and then coming back to the UK ! Get tix here: bit.ly/LTonTour @Louis_Tomlinson: Gonna be siiiick !! “Niall!” he yells, running out of his room. “Louis is performing at the O2 in January. Niall, I have to go. Wait. Niall. Oh my god, we’re gonna see Louis Tomlinson’s bum.”

AU. The one where Louis is a famous singer, Harry's a uni student obsessed with his music, and sometimes things have a way of working out.

say you want me (orphan_account)

Louist95: @HarryStyles, I’m personally offended that you haven’t invited me to your concert in Leeds next week. Proper fan I am and all.

HarryStyles: @Louist95 Proper fan? I’m personally offended on behalf of all our fans everywhere that you’ve lumped yourself with them.

~ A Famous/Not-Famous AU featuring Liam, Zayn, and Harry as the members of Sonic Boom, an English band that unexpectedly sky rocketed to international fame, Niall as their biggest fan, and Louis as the exact opposite. Harry’s a closeted pop star and Louis is the uni student he keeps fighting with on Twitter. It’s all silly banter until it turns into something else.

Cosmic Love by smittenwithlouis

Sudden chills rake over his body yet again, making him stay rooted to the ground. Static in the air makes every hair on his body stand up straight. That's when he notices something a couple feet in front of him lying on the ground. It’s what appears to be a person, weird white beams snaking around them like Christmas lights. Louis' heart rate picks up. Is the person alright? What are they doing here? What the fuck is happening? Or: Louis lives in a small, desert town in the middle of nowhere Texas, yet a strange visitor manages to find Louis among the stars.

who we used to be by itsnotbleak

“The doctor said he might remember,” Gemma said. “If he was around familiar things. Mum thinks that means he needs to stay with her forever, spend all day looking at old baby pictures and school photos. But he remembers all that perfectly. It’s living with you and your weird gang of lost boys that he doesn’t remember.”

“And you think the best way to jog his memory is some weird kind of full-emersion re-enactment?”

“It might be,” said Gemma. “It can’t hurt to try.”

An au where Harry and Louis used to be together, and then they broke up, and now Harry can’t remember any of it.

we've got the world in our hands by sarcasticfluentry

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn's love life, though, that they don't notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

You Are The Blood by sarcasticfluentry

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

the dark and the dentist by sunshiner

“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.” We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies? “How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life. An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.

Autumn At My Window by TheCellarDoor

A canon-compliant AU, in which Harry and Louis are both in the band and have been sharing flats and hotel rooms for nearly five years, but never made the leap past 'friends who are too close for comfort'.

Featuring a lot of pining, Louis' addiction to Harry's scent, and a whole lot of sexual tension that might just snap loose when they decide to spend some time together all on their own.

My Saddle's Waiting by crimsontheory

It's late and Harry is bored. He texts his one night stand from last week for a quick, no strings attached hookup. As it turns out, the guy gave Harry the wrong number and it ends up being Louis instead.

Saw It In Your Eyes by taggiecb

Harry Styles counts himself extremely lucky that he has landed such a great roommate. It doesn’t bother him at all that his new roommate is gay. In fact, they get along so well that they have formed an extremely close friendship that takes up pretty much all his free time. When Louis starts bringing a new guy home with him, Harry is surprised by how much it bothers him. Is he not as okay as he thought he was with Louis’ sexuality?

Or the one where Harry is an oblivious walnut.

This Winter's Day by QuickedWeen

Dear Mr. Harry Edward Styles, We regret to inform you of the passing of your cousin Lord Edward William Seaward, the Viscount Merston. Please contact us at your earliest convenience. Sincerely, Messrs. Pratt, Rutherford, and Spaulding

Louis is Harry's stablemaster, and when he falls ill and his mother turns to Harry to help her try and find someone he can settle down with, it's only natural that Harry suggests himself.

There is my heart for you to hold (Feel the beat, feel the one blood?) by larrycaring

“You,” the man says simply, voice slightly breathless.

Louis instantly frowns, eyes narrowed. He feels like he recognizes the man, but he can’t put his finger on where he saw him. “What are you doing here?” he asks instead, trying to make his voice sound firm and assured.

The man’s alarmed face changes, the corner of his lips rising in a smirk. “I could ask you the same thing, bawcock.”

Louis’ frown deepens at the endearment, because this man and he are certainly not on that level yet.

“I’m a journalist,” Louis says, even though it’s a lie. He is pretty sure the boy can’t really legally justify his presence either.

“You too?” the man replies, his smirk constant on his face. It’s like he’s sharing a private joke Louis can’t understand, or remember. “So you are also here, in this blood-spattered hotel room, for some folklore stories?”

And then, Louis remembers.

Harold E. Styles.

or a vampire AU where famous vampire hunter Louis meets human Harry, and they go through hell to stay together and have their forever.

Strip That Down by Domeaspreadsheet

“Does this have something to do with Louis being into nipple piercings?”

Liam feels his mouth drop open, and snaps it shut quickly. “No. Why on earth would you think that?”

“Maybe because Louis told me he told you he thinks it’s hot on guys, and now you’ve convinced Harry to do it, three minutes after Louis walks out the door.”

“Well. When you put it that way.” Liam sighs. “Fine. I think they should be together. Thought this might help.”

Niall smacks him on the shoulder. “Why didn’t you say something? I’ve been hoping those two would get it together for years.”

-

Four strippers. Possible fun. A New Year’s Eve matchmaking plot. Will it work?

Sympathy For The Devil by taggiecb

Louis keeps stealing some of Harry’s mail, which would be annoying for anyone, but it’s especially troubling when you consider that Harry is Santa Claus. Harry will have to go through hell to get Louis to stop. Literally.

Or the one with Santa Harry and Satan Louis and a series of misspelled letters to Santa.

It's All Brand New by midnightwhistleberries

“Harry,” Louis intones emphatically, “literally everyone in the U.K. has known that I’m openly bisexual since 2011.”

“’Cept you, I guess,” supplies Niall.

In which Harry studies engineering, loves Madonna, and can't tell if Louis likes him or just keeps coming back to the record store because he's some sort of musical hoarder. Louis is famous, Harry has no idea, communication issues are rampant and fluffy pining ensues.

you pull me in by yoursongonmyheart

“Did you really wear silk jammies to meet him?” Fizzy is almost in tears.

He’s going to kill them.

He’s really going to kill them.

Ernie throws his backpack on the floor before telling Fizzy, quite loudly, “Mr. Styles looked at Achoo like this” and making an exaggerated jaw dropped face.

“That is not what happened!” Louis protests.

“And Achoo looked at Mr. Styles like that, too!” Doris pulls the same face before laughing.

------

//or the one where Louis is a model, Harry teaches Doris and Ernie at primary and now might be a good time to fall in love.

all the kingdom lights shine just for me and you by hypocorism

“I can help the baby, for I have not yet given my gift.” Caroline smiles and waves as the audience cheers appreciatively. “Although, tragically, I cannot reverse the work of such a powerful opponent, I can mediate the effects. Prince Harry will not die, but will fall into a deep and peaceful sleep. From this slumber, he can only be awoken by a kiss from his true love! Once she is found, his safety will be ensured!” Happy sighs all around.

“Thank you, good fairy Caroline,” the king says politely. “We are in your debt.” She beams and the other three fairies look mildly annoyed.

“I knew she was full of it when she said she ‘couldn’t think of a good gift,’” one of them whispers to the other two. “I was supposed to go last!”

In My Place by kassio

Prince Louis has it all. He's wealthy, privileged, famous, and handsome, with a loving family and a world of opportunities. There's only one problem: he isn't actually the queen's son.

Harry and Niall Horan don't have much, but they have a dream: to win the X Factor and achieve something more than their normal middle-class life.

Two dreams collide and two very different paths come together when Louis requests to meet with Harry after seeing him on the X Factor.

Even As Young As You Are by ologist

Harry’s sister has a baby. When he goes to meet her, he finds more than one new love of his life at the hospital.

Two Steps Behind by sacredheart (orphan_account)

"Can I play?" He's far away enough that he almost has to yell a little bit. He's got one leg steadying him on the ground, and he's holding the handles of his bike as tightly as he can. He doesn't want to fall off in front of the older kids - the cooler kids.

"We've got four of us, though, and we don't want uneven teams," Zayn lies apologetically, and Louis frowns. He's not stupid. They don't want to play with him. "Maybe tomorrow." That's also a lie, because Zayn said the same thing yesterday and now it's tomorrow and Louis is being told no, again. His head is spinning with rejection and confusion and, most of all, disappointment.

(Or, Louis is two years younger than his neighbors, Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn, and he grows up bending over backwards to get their attention and acceptance. Especially Harry's.)

You and The Moon and Neptune (Got it Right) by alienharry

Of all the different ways Louis had pictured meeting his soulmate, he never imagined he’d come second to his little sister. He assumed he’d have met his own soulmate by now, that he’d already be married and sickeningly in love, guiding his kid sister through these new and confusing feelings. He wanted one hand on his soulmate’s waist and the other on Lottie’s back as he told her that everything was okay and she wasn’t moving too fast.

Of all the ways Harry saw his life going, being a 23-year-old sales associate at Harrods and hating every minute of it was not what he envisioned for himself. If he’s being honest, he saw himself in Peru or China or - hell - even fucking Denver, just traveling. He wants to see the world, not oversee the women’s department 36 hours a week.

---

Louis has always wanted to meet his soulmate; he's built his life around the plan that one day his soulmate would come along, and they could begin their happily ever after.

Harry has always wanted to travel; he's built his life around the idea that nothing is permanent, and seeing the world is his only objective - soulmates mean nothing to him after all.

Home for the Holly Days by LadyLondonderry

There he is, bowl of batter in one arm and whisk in the other. The wireless is blaring something that distinctly sounds like Fairytale of New York, which would make sense with how much Harry loves muggle music.

But. The thing is, is he's doing some terribly odd moves, swaying his hips slightly out of pace with the music but with so much more passion than Louis thinks he's ever seen anybody display about this song. His apron, down to his knees, is swishing back and forth as he moves and - dear lord - his shorts don't even reach as low as the hem of his apron.

Louis has to get out of here.

Or, Louis’s participating in the Secret Santa exchange between all the Hogwarts professors stuck at school over the winter holidays, and the Sorting Hat may fancy itself a bit of a matchmaker.

The Fairy Ring by thedeathchamber

Harry has dreamed of a world outside the tiny village of Holmes Chapel for as long as he can remember... a world full of magic and adventure and true love. It was nothing but a childhood dream, however, until an old family friend comes bearing word of a plot against Harry's life and a very dangerous truth: Harry is the rightful heir to the crown and must embark on a perilous quest to reclaim his throne from the ruthless would-be King Simon. But in the end Harry will find himself fighting for more than a crown, and on the verge of losing something much more precious than his sovereign power. Because magic might be real, but life is not a fairy tale, and Harry is a prince up against a very big dragon.

Or: a medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.

I see London, I see France by incandescentlight

Harry Potter AU. Louis is working at the coffee shop when the most gorgeous boy walks in. Harry is an eighth year Beauxbatons student and Louis is determined not to fall in love because Harry returns to France in four months.

kiss me like it's christmas, hold on 'til we're breathless by itjustkindahappened

Louis is broke and in desperate need of a coat, Harry is a rich kid who catches him shoplifting and they accidently go on a date.

tether beat by turnyourankle

Prince Harry meets his longtime celebrity crush, Louis Tomlinson, after the Royal Variety Performance.

just a dream by BriaMaria

“Won’t you join me?” The voice was soft, more melody than anything else. It wrapped around Louis, silken bands that tugged at his arms, at his chest.

He didn’t step out of the shadows. “No.”

The man in the pond smiled, sad and sweet and knowing, and then sunk beneath the water in the next heartbeat. The butterflies that had adorned his chest like jewelry, that had tangled in his dark curls, fluttered away.

--

Or the one where Louis is the king of the forest, Harry is friends with butterflies and a war is brewing on the horizon.

your eyes are like starlight now by babyboylouis

“Yeah. Me, Daddy, and Buttons. That’s my puppy. I named him. Sometimes we call him Butt for short,” Olivia told him, looking up at the boy with a full smile, minus her two front teeth. Louis realised that talking to this girl was more fun than talking to Zayn. Zayn was a little shit, though, so that was understandable.

or the one where louis hates his job as an elf at the shopping mall, but hates it a lot less when he meets olivia and her hot daddy

Let's Raise a Cup by YesIsAWorld

Louis is a telekinetic bartender and uses his super special powers to cheer up recently-broken-up-with Harry.

which is sweeter love or its loss by patdkitten

After he catches his boyfriend cheating on him, Louis runs away from London and answers an ad to housesit an estate in the Yorkshire Moors while the mysterious owner is away. It's easy enough to forget about his problems when confronted with the routine that exists in a former abbey in the moors, when the only people around are a cat and the caretaker.

And then the mysterious owner returns.

Don't Put Out the Glow by backonefish

"He fists out a pair of skinny jeans and a plain black tee. Nothing wrong there. Then he sees an atrocious Hawaiian shirt in Zayn’s hand and he starts digging through the bag urgently, pulling out more and more items that don’t belong to him"

Or: The one where Louis picks up the wrong bag on his way to Paris.

The Powerful, Immovable Object You Can't Change by LiveLaughLoveLarry

627: The dread of your own hotheadedness

Louis couldn't be happier about Lottie and Tommy finally getting married. Except for the presence of his Aunt Martha.

~*~*~

Harry looked between Louis and Martha. “Is this… the aunt?” he asked.

Only Harry could manage to be that polite, yet still manage to convey that much disdain. Louis turned back to Martha, who was frowning at both of them, and gave her a smile that mirrored the false sweetness of her own. “Aunt Martha, this is Harry,” he said. “My boyfriend for the past five years. As you can see, I think he’d have some objections to my finding a nice girl, or a wife. Harry, this is my aunt Martha.”

“Charmed, I'm sure” Harry said, making no motion to shake her hand.

In A World Full Of Wrong (You're The Thing That's Right) by LiveLaughLoveLarry

Harry is a vampire. Louis is a vampire Hunter. This sounds like a bad idea already, doesn’t it? Yeah, it probably was. Feat. Vampire!Zayn and obliviously normal human Niall. When Niall is the most normal person in your life, you know you have problems.

~*~*~

Niall tapped him on the forehead. “He’s not lost, dipshit. It’s just an excuse.”

Harry was well and truly baffled. “Excuse? I – what?”

“He doesn’t ask anyone else to show him the way.”

Harry blinked. “Just me?”

“Just you.”

“But – why?”

Niall gave him a look. “Do I really have to spell it out for you?” He poked Harry in the chest. “He likes you.”

“No way!” Harry said. Then, “Really?”

Coming Home Through the Dark to You by LadyLondonderry

Harry Styles works at the Fox in the Snow, the most hipster coffee joint around. He's got too many roommates and a best friend he met his first day of university who he might very well be head-over-heels for.

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That io9 article

As you may or may not be aware, io9 used a story about Russell T Davies knowing who the next Doctor is a jumping off point to run an attack article on Steven Moffat’s history of comments about a female Doctor. As you might expect from the previous snippet I posted, it is rather an unfair representation, so let’s unpack it a bit: 

It looks like the new Doctor has been cast. After accepting an award at the British LGBT Awards, former Doctor Who showrunner Russell T Davies told Guys Like U that the next season already has its next Doctor. Davies was responding to a question about whether the new lead should be a woman, a question posed to current showrunner Steven Moffat multiple times over the years. And he’s been very consistent.

Moffat’s been answering this question since at least 2013. Exactly one day after it was announced that Peter Capaldi would take over as the new Doctor, Moffat explained his decision to DigitalSpy, saying that it “didn’t feel right” to cast a woman at the time since he didn’t think enough fans would want one. He even went so far as to say female fans were the ones most adamantly against it.

It’s absolutely narratively possible [that the Doctor could be a woman]... And when it’s the right decision, maybe we’ll do it. It didn’t feel right to me, right now. I didn’t feel enough people wanted it... Oddly enough most people who said they were dead against it – and I know I’ll get into trouble for saying this – were women. [They were] saying, “No, no, don’t make him a woman!”

To start with, it seems slightly unfair to start an attack on Moffat over this by using Russell T Davies; a man who previously gave this bizarre quote on the subject in 2008: 

“I am often tempted to say yes to that to placate everyone but, while I think kids will not have a problem with [a female Doctor], I think fathers will have a problem with it because they will then imagine they will have to describe sex changes to their children. I think fathers can describe sex changes to their children and I think they should and it’s part of the world, but I think it would simply introduce genitalia into family viewing. You’re not talking about actresses or style, you’re talking about genitalia, and a lot of parents would get embarrassed.”

I still don’t even know what the fuck this means, unless the Doctor is suddenly going to become a nudist after regeneration. Yes, Russell has learned over the years but it’s definitely still the worst thing either of them has said on the subject.

Moving on, the argument that Moffat’s statements on this are consistent (ie. consistently anti a female Doctor), there’s this from their own website. As for the answer Moffat gives, there is nothing there that wasn’t true at the time according to polls. He wasn’t saying most women were ‘vehemently’ opposed to it, he was saying that most of those that were were women. As far as I can remember from polls that were conducted around the time, more men were against overall but of those that were vehemently against more were women. There’s an argument that people not being ready for a female Doctor (which I wasn’t at the time) is no reason to not actually do it, but when there would have been huge BBC pressure to keep everything stable, I’m not surprised that he didn’t and went with Missy instead. 

Moffat would later shy away from the “women don’t want a female Doctor” defense and double down on suggesting it could happen one day, but not that day.

Speaking at the Hay Festival in May 2014, he said he’d consider casting a woman in the role, but only when the time was right, adding that it shouldn’t be a forced “political decision.”

A person will pop into the showrunner’s head and they’ll think. “Oh, my God, what if it was that person?” And when that person is a woman, that’s the day it will happen... It will not happen that somebody sits down and say we must turn the Doctor into a woman. That is not how you cast the Doctor.

Beyond the fact that “political decision” is a loaded term that justifies continuing the status quo, Moffat is kind of a hypocrite.

For example, during the same Q&A session, Moffat revealed that Capaldi was the only person he brought in to audition for the Doctor. The “person that popped into his head”:

Peter Capaldi just kept popping into my head. I got him round to my house to audition. And he didn’t know he was the only person auditioning.

This mirrors his selection of Matt Smith, who had previously auditioned for Sherlock (another role Moffat defended as quintessentially male back in March). This means only those in Moffat’s immediate line of sight stood a chance, and no one else was given an opportunity to show what they could bring to the role.

The political decision thing is a fair point, but the full context of the quote is interesting:

“A person will pop into the showrunner’s head and they’ll think. ‘Oh, my God, what if it was that person?’ And when that person is a woman, that’s the day it will happen.

Casting is the dark arts of television. It is everything. That decision is central and absolute to everything you do. It’s the difference between a television programme and a sensation.

So you don’t mess around with that; you don’t cast for any other reason than for passion and for aesthetics. It’s not a political decision, it’s an aesthetic decision and will always be.” 

I’m not sure whether Moffat realises that and considers deliberately casting a white man just as political as casting a woman or a POC; as some of his comments about casting Bill Potts would indicate; or simply doesn’t understand that it’s not politically neutral, which is problematic.  

The charge of hypocrisy on the other hand is a reach. The worst that can be said of the Capaldi decision is after an immensely stressful anniversary year Moffat wanted to work someone who he got on well with; who liked his work, a known fan of the show; and a brilliant actor who was perfect for the part. Had it been pretty much anyone other than Peter it would have been approaching unacceptable. In regards to Matt Smith, it’s simply bullshit. To start with he auditioned for Watson, not Sherlock, and was told he would be more of a Sherlock. Secondly, we know through Neil Gaiman the role was offered to a black actor (it’s not specifically said to have been 11, but the circumstances for 9 and 10 don’t fit) before it was offered to Smith. Thirdly, and finally, this from Andy Pryor:

“And then with Matt [Smith], Steven Moffat [the writer] really didn't want a younger Doctor, but I just insisted on auditioning Matt because he's an old man in a young man's body."

So, the idea Moffat always wanted Matt (when outside of the Sherlock audition he had likely never seen him, if he was involved in that audition at all) is complete nonsense. 

He says a woman “could” be the Doctor, if she’s the first person to pop into his head. But after over 50 years of white men, it’s absolutely always going to be a white man that pops in there first — especially if the person who is the showrunner is himself a white man who surrounds himself with roles that are traditionally played by white men.

Yes, it’s difficult to argue this isn’t an element sometimes, but I don’t think it necessarily applies to the casting of either Capaldi or Smith, Capaldi because of the aforementioned reasons and Smith because he had to go through an audition process and the guy who initially popped into Moffat’s head was black, inferring from Gaiman’s statement.  

However, it’s not just about women not getting the opportunity to try out for the role, though that’s a big factor. Moffat never really thought about having a woman be the Doctor because he thinks they’re better suited as the Doctor’s companions, saying as much during a BAFTA talk in 2015.

There’s an aspect to it where you could say that if you made the Doctor female you’d lose a fairly unique rare role model, I’m not sure if I’m completely persuaded by that argument purely because I don’t think the Doctor is the role model of Doctor Who. He isn’t. Because you can’t really base yourself on the Doctor. He’s off the spectrum, barking mad, from space and has lots of mysterious abilities that we do not. How do you base yourself on that? The role model is actually the other character, his best friend, the person who deals with this out of control, overgrown schoolboy racing around the universe being rather too imperious and too interfering for his own good.

This isn’t the only time that Moffat has said he doesn’t see the Doctor as a role model, but his track record doesn’t support the companion being the true hero (and not just because he’s called the Doctor the “hero figure”).

While companions are given more character development, coming into the Doctor’s life to learn something about themselves and teach the Doctor something in the meantime, Moffat’s defense is pretty insulting. It assumes that only men can be emotionally stunted, hyper-intelligent weirdos who roam the galaxy causing and solving mischief.

We’ve had male companions in the past, albeit typically alongside female ones. And in his argument, Moffat never says the companion has to be female here, but he is saying that the Doctor is male, so the only female lead in the show could be the companion. And as he describes companions, they’re put in the uncomfortable position of being the Doctor’s emotional core. This reinforces the stereotype that it’s a woman’s role to bring emotional balance to a man, but men can’t or shouldn’t do the same for a woman.

I’ve already covered the first bit of this, where I’ve said he’s arguing that the Doctor isn’t really a role model, which is why the argument that making the character a woman would not be specifically a loss of a unique male role model (which is an argument I’ve seen put forward by a female writer of DW tie-in books in Doctor Who Magazine). A hero figure and a role model aren’t necessarily the same thing, especially given the multiple deconstructions of what the Doctor actually is during Moffat’s tenure.

Also, ‘it assumes that only men can be emotionally stunted, hyper-intelligent weirdos who roam the galaxy causing and solving mischief’? Errrr, River Song and Missy, anyone? Definitely Clara’s style too, it’s only her humanity that stops her being the Doctor, not her gender (and there’s sort of a fix for the former). 

‘but he is saying that the Doctor is male, so the only female lead in the show could be the companion’. He’s very specifically not saying that, but if you misunderstand if not deliberately misread what he says you are going to continue making an arse of yourself. The rest is rather undermined by Rory and Danny being much more the emotional balances in their relationships with Amy and Clara than vice versa. 

It gets even more muddled when you consider Moffat’s actual track record. A 2014 study showed that Moffat’s female companions had, on average, fewer speaking lines than Davies’, and Amy failed the Bechdel Test far more times than her predecessors. Clara did improve the scales, and Bill has been pretty solid so far, but the numbers still tend to fall below what existed before.

Ughhhhhhhh. Long time readers and followers of this discourse will be aware of the so-called study the author references here, which was discredited (well, by us, at least) because of falsified data and bias, and no rigour whatsoever. This is the point where this becomes a loaded article, attempting to prove an assessment already decided (much like that study!)

Moffat himself was asked about the accusations of sexism later in 2015, replying that he understood the concerns, in theory, but also didn’t think they applied to his show specifically. He also added that his wife is a “powerful woman,” which is always a helpful defense.

It’s a big and complicated issue and I never quite know how to respond to it. The general point being made by these people is correct. We need better female role models and representation on screen. We need all of that. Maybe this is my dim-wittery but I do not understand why Doctor Who of all shows is singled out as a misogynist show. And I’m really not like that. I’m sure I’m to the left of a lot of my detractors, but I don’t want to argue with them because I think generally they’re right. We do need to do better.

The interview was not just about sexism, but took in a range of topics and oh, look; the ‘powerful woman’ quote was not a defence but in response to one of a series of questions about his themes; this particular one being ‘you’ve often introduced a strong woman with an enigma at her core’, to which Moffat responds: ‘It’s hardly something only I’ve done. And I’m married to a very powerful woman.‘ Presumably meaning that his character creation is in part inspired by his wife. 

As for the quote...he’s not saying he doesn’t deserve criticism, but when questions need to be asked about shows such as Game of Thrones, The 100, maybe even Once Upon A Time (in my opinion, please do not ask what I mean by this) it is very unfair to single him out in particular. 

Moffat’s years-long pattern has been to evade the question with a “maybe at some point,” or defending his decision to cast male Doctors for... insert his latest reason here. I honestly don’t believe Moffat ever seriously considered a woman for the job during his tenure as Doctor Who’s showrunner, and probably still wouldn’t be if he were sticking around next season.

He’s continually said he’d think about it, pointing to his choice to turn The Master into a woman, but his hiring practices have continually put himself in situations where a male Doctor was a given. And his reluctance to alter his (male) Doctor and (female) companion dynamic is apparent.

This is all a belief, and it’s therefore difficult to disprove, but I have already disproved or significantly undermined the bits based on facts. It’s not known whether or not women auditioned for Eleven, either. 

There’s also his attitude that selecting a woman would be a forced political choice, instead of something that could serve and grow the narrative. It’s even echoed in his advice to new showrunner Chris Chibnall, published in March of this year, saying his next Doctor should be a “friend” instead of someone who serves an “agenda.”

Just choose the best person for the job and any other agenda, however worthy, should be ignored. It has to be the best person for the Doctor that Chris is writing for... Chris is going to be working with the actor for quite a few years and it is a pressure cooker. It can be tough, so you need to choose your friend wisely. So long as it works for the good of the show, that’s fine.

I mean, I have genuine issues with the political choice idea, but there’s an argument here that he genuinely just might not want to get people’s hopes up or protect Chris Chibnall from backlash of dashed hopes as his friend, or both (especially if he didn’t yet know the casting, where he could be under orders from above to be diplomatic if asked)? 

Additionally, he could well be saying that if you decide you’re going to make this change, you do that as part of the narrative and then cast for it, rather than casting first and then writing around it. Which would make sense, because it’s how he cast Missy and Bill. The friend thing is ‘choose someone you can actually stand to work with’, nothing more. 

Moffat’s most recent answer to this question came just a few days ago in an interview with BBC Radio 4 (via We Got This Covered), Moffat went into how he chose Smith and Capaldi as his Doctors, saying it wasn’t a matter of purposefully choosing white men for the job, it just so happened that the perfect actors for the job were both white men. What are the odds, right?

“I didn’t not cast a woman… I cast a man. I didn’t [cast a woman] because I wanted to cast Matt Smith and I wanted to cast Peter Capaldi. I didn’t think it was a terrible idea, I just thought, ‘I want to cast those people’ – that was it.”

Of course, we know that he didn’t see anyone else and he didn’t want to let any one else’s thoughts intrude onto his mystical process of waiting for someone to pop into his head. This is why Moffat’s reasons are so elliptical and confusing: he didn’t affirmatively rule out women, he just never gave anyone but his preferred choices any thought whatsoever. So when asked to defend it, he can’t, really.

Hmm, okay. We’ve been over that Moffat’s probable first choice to play Eleven was a black man but even if it wasn’t, Matt didn’t just pop into Moffat’s head as anything other than the results of the audition process. He proved himself more suited for what Moffat wanted as a result of that. There may have been subconscious bias involved in that decision but that statement just isn’t true. 

Despite Moffat’s insistence to continue playing the same tune, there are hopes the new showrunner will change things up, giving audiences a female Doctor or having the iconic character regenerate as a person of color. The actor’s been picked, so it’s too late to petition, but it’s never too late to hope. Casting a more diverse Doctor would revitalize the show, encouraging a new audience while challenging current fans. So, what does Chibnall himself have to say about it?

Nothing is ruled out, but I don’t want the casting to be a gimmick and that’s all I can say.

Shit.

For once, I completely agree, though I note the statement was made before Moffat’s advice was given. And tbh Chibnall has no real excuses left, and puts the show at risk of stagnating if he doesn’t change. 

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My car has been written off by the insurance company back in January and i have not still been paid out due to me not agreeing with the offer. They have submitted me evidence justifying their offer but this was current market value and not prior. I have referred this matter to the finanical services ombudsman who are still investigating (long wait as they go by order of complaints received). I have just found out the insurance company have sold my car off to a salvage company who have sold it to another individual. What can i do? what is my legal standing point? can i claim against the insurance company? can i claim my car back? I am still in receipt of the V5, keys, service booklet and receipts for the car. I have not signed over ownership or given the insurance company concent to sell the car. I have assumed to date that the car is in storage at the repair garage. I have still to recieve full agreed final settlement for the car from the insurance company. HELP!!!!""

Does anyone besides myself think that hair transplant surgery should be covered by health insurance?

I am a 24 year old male suffering from rapid male-pattern hair loss. My hair started falling out somewhere between ages 18-20, and despite always having a lot of heart, will-power, ...show more""

How much will my insurance be every month?

I am 19 years old. I live in Lufkin, Texas, USA. I make around $24,000 a year. I have good credit and I am about to purchase a 2005 Honda Civic Coupe, 2-Door. The dealership says I need to have full coverage insurance on my new car, about how much am I looking at each month?""

Pregnant switching health insurance?

i'm going to be added to my husbands health insurance plan in november. is job told us i can't be added until then because that is there enrollment period. so i went and got my own health insurance to cover the period in between now and november (i havent actually gotten it yet, i'm still going over the details, its very expensive). anyway i wanted to know that if i get pregnant before november will i still be covered for the pregnancy when i switch to his insurance in november?... for example lets say i have health insurance and in august i find out im pregnant, then in november i switch to my husbands health insurance, will my new health insurance cover the pregnancy? thanks.""

How much are you paying car insurance NJ?

I just want to know, please answer with how much, every 6 months? age? and any driving history? My mom and I are paying 2000$ 6 months, both of us have had unsafe operation in our driving records. does that sound reasonable to you? I'm really new to this car insurance and trying to know. thanks""

Does anyone know the estimated cost for a FULL physical w/o insurance?

does anyone know the estimated cost for a full physical (that detects cancers, run pee tests etc.) for someone with no insurance? Are there any programs or places that will give the low income a more affordable price? In the California area.""

Not continuously insured? Car insurance?

I sold my car two weeks ago and canceled both the insurance and revoked the registration for the new person. I just bought a new car and tried to get insurance and the company is saying they can't do it because I haven't been continuously insured. How am I supposed to be continuously insured if I didn't own ANY vehicle for two weeks? This makes no sense to me. Now they refuse to give me a quote.

""What are the motorcycle insurance fees where you live, compared with car insurance?""

I mean the minimum required by law in your country. in some places it's only medical coverage in case of accident, in others third-party insurance is mandatory as well - please elaborate in your answers. I ask because where I live (Israel), it would cost 3 times as much to purchase mandatory insurance for a 250CC bike than for a compact car, and the bike fees are going to get yet higher soon - so I wanted to learn how it goes in other countries.""

HELP!!!! CAR INSURANCE?

If you studied car insurance quotes previously you will know that a Q.B.P. accurate quote takes this many minutes?

Insurance on a 2006 Suzuki GS500F?

I am 16 years old, living in California. How much is collision insurance for the Suzuki GS500F? The minimal insurance possible?""

How much higher is insurance for a camaro z28?

i was wondering what the real world difference is between an early model fourth-gen camaro z28 versus a later model more modest car, such as a 2004 cavalier or 1999 acura CL? i have gotten quotes online but there doesnt seem to be much difference and everyone hypes the insurance for these kinds of cars so much. i am 16 and a guy so insurance is high in general. thanks.""

Do you know any reasonably priced (if there are any) health insurance companies?

I am retiring, and wife has to purchase her own coverage.""

How much will insurance cost a 16 year old thinking of buying a mustang.?

I am 16 years old and have had my lisence for 5 months. I am thinking of buying a 1998 mustang. I have never had a ticket or been pulled over. Never been in any kind of accident. I ...show more

Car insurance cost in CA?

I just moved to Los Angeles county from Massachusetts. I have a 2002 Mercedes c230 that I brought with me. I used to pay $850/yr. for full coverage on it in MA. I have been looking around and getting quotes online for $900+ for 6 months here! I am a 25 yr old single, and I also have a perfect driving record. Is all insurance rediculously priced here?, or am i just looking in the wrong place? ( I've looked at GEICO, progressive, other nationwide online companys) thanks for any help.""

Whats the average price of insurance for a moped ...vespa...49 ccs in Los Angeles?

I'm 17 yrs old and am planning on buying one when im 18... so i want to know the average price of the insurance for someone barely obtaining their license... i'm guessing its way more convenient then paying a ton of money for car insurance...

""Hit and Run Insurance, Could i get a new car?""

Hi, so this morning someone crashed into my car..hit and run, people now a days, and ofcourse it ruined my fourth of july. I have full insurance cover 100 Deduct Comprehensive and collision, and i was reading comprehensive replaces your car or something? Idk, but thats what i want. I had a brand new 2013 Malibu Eco LTZ, loved it, now its messed up, n now im not going to be able to re-sell it down the line ya know :/, but since i have that, could they replace the car and give me money to buy a new one? Heres something extra 1.Brand New Car 2. Insuring 4 cars with them (State Farm) 3. Re-sell values gunna be ****.. 4. I had state farm for years So, is it possible for me to get a brand new car?""

Cobalt ss/sc insurance price?

i want to buy a cobalt ss supercharged and need to know if my insurance will be too high since i am only 17, i've gotten some insurance quotes but they are all different by a lot. I have a clean driving record with no accidents and my parents are willing to help out with some insurance but i want to know if i will have enough for the rest, thanks""

What's the absolute cheapest car insurance company in Illinois?

What's the absolute cheapest car insurance company in Illinois?

How do i report insurance fraud?

for the last year i have worked for one of sacramento's mortage realestate companys. during that time i have witnessed my boss committing hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of insurance fraud, filing false police reports , theft, vandalism . who do i report this to and is there a reward ?""

How much would insurance be for a 16 year old in GA?

I'm 16, I own a 2005 Chevrolet Cavalier LS Sport- 2 door, live in Athens, GA, drive less than 7,000 miles annually, drive to and from work and school 5 days a week... haha. I just want to know how much it would be monthly for car insurance on any of the companies. Any help would be appreciated. :)""

""Cant get a good insurance quote, got any estimates?""

i'm a 17 year old boy in Florida with my motorcycles license (just got it), i took drivers ed, took the motorcycles safety course, never got arrested, no tickets, no law violations at all, i never drink, smoke, or do drugs, and i'm getting a 2013 Honda rebel 250. can someone PLEASE give me at least a ball park estimate on what ill be paying with insurance. i would be VERY grateful!""

How much would insurance be on a 1997 dodge ram 2500?

97 ram 2500 ext cab short bed. Just wondering, also how much would insurance be on a 95 mustang gt?""

What is the best health insurance plan for INternational students who are IN USA?

Hello there ,what is the best health insurance plan for International students who are in USA. If it helps I am currently IN MAryland. Please let me know , would be great if you could provide websites and links as well. Thnaks so much for your assisatnce!""

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What insurance rates do u all pay?

Just wondered what u all pay as i pay alot so does anyone else. Age -20 Sex -Male Car -Focus 2.0litre No mods Convictions-16 Month ban 3 years ago 1500 Anually

Will my auto insurance premium go up for passing a red light in NY?

This is my first moving violation, it originally was failure to stop for a school bus but it got reduced to passing a red light and is now only 3 points. I have a clean record otherwise and my auto insurance is under my mothers name, I am just a secondary driver under her quote. Will my insurance premium go up and if so will it be much? Is there anything that I can do to lower it if it does go up?""

Is it necessary to hold on to old auto insurance bills?

I switched auto insurance companies recently and I was just wondering if there is any reason at all I should keep my old auto insurance bills from the old company. I'm the one ...show more

Will my grandfathers insurance go up if I was using the car?

My grandfather let me use his car for work one day (I have no car of my own) and I got a ticket. I went to court today for it, the gave me one point on my license. Will this effect his insurance even though its not my car and I am not on the policy? Or will it only effect my insurance when I get a car of my own?""

Whats the best auto insurance for new drivers?

Newly 20 year old and trying to be on her own and independent. Im currently under my grandparents insurance(GEICO). I believe i got a good deal with Nationwide which would be 274.00 a month with full coverage and rental... Im looking to buy a 2008 infinti G37 sports coupe for $26,000< so excited about it hopefully i get it. I just wanted to know what should i be looking for in auto insurance... i def. need full coverage because im going to be financing the car..Correct? but yeah what are some things should i look for. i would ask my family members but they are stubborn, when it comes to things like this... but thanks!!! :)""

Need custom car insurance information?

I have a custom car, and am looking for information on custom car insurance. Rates and also brokers that cover this.""

""Car insurance, from provisional to full uk?""

I have recently bought a car (a 2003 Ford Ka 1.3 Collection) & am on a provisional license taking driving lessons atm. Im looking at different car insurance quotes online & am thinking of going with Admiral as it seems like they offer the cheapest car insurance for my situation. As far as I'm aware, I would have to pay approx 1,100 to insurance my car while still on a provisional license, & approx 1,600 with a full uk. (A lot of ppl have said that insurance will be more expensive while on a provisional license but I know for a FACT that it's the other way around seeing as I would have a fully qualified driver with me at all times, meaning that I'm less likely to have an accident!!) Anyway, Because I'm looking at insuring my car for Nov while I still have a provisional license (I'm going to pay it monthly), when I hopefully pass my test at the start of Dec & obviously notify the insurers that I will have passed my test & therefore gotten a full uk license, HOW ON EARTH will that affect my insurance? Any help will be MUCH MUCH appreciated!!...I'm really CONFUSED atm!!!!! :):)""

How much would insurance be?

In the next couple months I'll be in the market for a 2006-2008 7series BMW. I'm 17 and this would be my second car. Approximately how much would I be paying a month for the insurance? Thanks in advance.

Does compare the meerkat do cheap car insurance?

Does compare the meerkat do cheap car insurance?

Help i had a car accident driving a company car with no insurance?

i hit a car, unsafe start, i find out theres no insurance. I called my boss and he is furious and tells me i should put my insurance from my other cars to it and that i should pay for the accident. i dont know what to do i need help and advice""

Auto insurance for teen questions?

okay so for my 17th birthday (when i get my G2) i want to buy my own car. I've done a few quotes and found Im going to be paying practically 10k per year...more than the cost of the car! however, if i was female it would be like 4k. would it work if i had the car registered in my girlfriends name and the insurance in her name, but i paid and i always drove it. if i was pulled over i'd just say Im boring my girlfriends car? is that legal?""

Need med insurance preexisting conditiion?

need a knee replacement no insurance and don't qualify for medical ...what do you do ? O no job either. do people just walk in to a hospital and say fix me pay later l

What is the cost of average car insurance that a 19 year old boy and girl pay?

Well, I am taking my test soon (hopefully I will pass) and I am 19 --- and I heard that car insurance is worth a lot for youngsters that they can buy a BMW second hand with same amount money that they pay for 3 years. so, how much do 19 year old boys pay monthly for it and how much do girls pay ( heard it is a lot cheaper for girls). -- my younger sister will turn 19 in 2 years time till then if she passes her test -- how much will she pay when she gets licence---- what would be your solution -- if I want to get cheaper option (I heard of pass plus scheme - would it work)""

What is the grace period to drop one car insurance company an get another 1?

My car insurance restarts September 24 I pay more for the 4month plan an want to switch. to a cheaper insurance company

Lamborghini gallardo?

what is the fuel economy and the insurance and the repair will cost a Lamborghini gallardo per month

Car Stolen with Keys - Insurance Claim Issue?

Hey guys need some help My partners car was stolen last night and we have just noticed this morning The keys to said car was in another car (within a handbag) parked beside the stolen car what has happened is the car with handbag in it was broken in to, handbags were raided, found keys to the car beside and it was then driven off with What way will insurance see this? I know if the keys for car are left within that car and its stole most insurers dont pay out but what way might this situation pan out??? any advise greatly appreciated""

Why is my car insurance so expensive? Give me a GOOD reason why.?

I have my driving test tomorrow, looking forward to it, but car insurance for a car which is worth 200, the car insurance comes from 2500 - 4000. Why on earth does it come to this??!! Insurance companies are all sharks. No wonder so many people are uninsured.""

How much is car insurance for a guy who is...?

i don't want to do any quotes and stuff but i'm just wondering how much you think car insurance will be for me in 4 years. i got my license at 16. i'm 20 right now. never been in any accidents. so in 4 years i will be 25. i'm almost 21. let's say there is a 2013 dodge challenger srt8 it's about 40-45,000 still. by then i'll have my BA and be working on a masters. and let's say i have never had accidents and i had my license for 9 years. and i'm a male. i live in a safe neighborhood and will be living in an apartment. just with these general info. how much do you think insurance will cost for me? i know it's hard to predict 4 years into the future. you can just calculate someone who currently is 25 and is getting an 09 challenger if you want.""

How much can I expect to get back from a written off car?

I wrote my peugeot 206 off last week the insurance are sending out a settlement figure as soon as they have valued it etc I was just wondering what sort of pay back you get im not expecting much but am hoping to get a new car with some of the insurance money the value of the car is about 2,500 before the crash.""

GAP insurance vs Full Coverage?

Im getting ready to buy my first car. I live in Indiana. I am being told getting GAP insurance is suggested, but from what they say. I don't see a difference in GAP and Full Coverage. So What is the difference between GAP insurance and Full Coverage. In Indiana, and what is recommended to do or get""

Which auto insurance companies use Equifax?

My credit score is highest on Equifax. Does anyone know which auto insurance companies use Equifax to provide quotes?

How much would insurance be for an under 21 female in NYS?

I've been trying to figure out how much money I would pay for auto insurance before I get a car, but I can't get any quotes without a car. I am 19, a female, and living in New York State. Is there anyone that would mind sharing how much they pay, what insurance company they have, and how old they are? I would really appreciate it.""

What is a fair mileage adjustment auto insurance Valuation?

The insurance company has gave me a list of 30 cars like mine within a 500 mile radius. They chose two cars out of the 30 to compare my car too. The problem is, there is a huge mileage difference: My car had 130k miles The comparables they used have 45k and 50k miles That's like an 80k difference. They took $2,265 off my ACV just for the difference. Is that fair? I don't get why they didn't just find a car with similar mileage to mine when there were plenty available. Why did they choose the two cars with the lowest mileage and then deduct 2 grand? When they could have easily picked two similar cars with at least 100k miles , and deducted a lot less for the difference.""

How much would car insurance be per annum for a 17 year old girl (new driver) with a car worth around 500? ?

How much would car insurance be per annum for a 17 year old girl (new driver) with a car worth around 500? ?

Obamacare and still insurance premium skyrocketing?

Now that Obamacare has passed and in place why insurance premiums are still skyrocketing at record numbers? isn't it the main primary reason for (to have)obamacare is to curb the ever increasing cost of health insurance premium??

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