Harry/Louis AU Concepts

PROMPT SUBMISSIONS EXTENDED!

In order to help Faith in the Future reach Silver certification in the UK, we’re offering max 5k ficlets based on requests in exchange for proof of purchase (digital or physical). The requesting period is now open until Sunday, December 4th 2 pm EST.

RULES:

Purchase must be made from a UK shop or using a UK address for digital purchases. Examples of UK addresses can be found on our FAQ page.

Proof or purchase must be submitted with prompt request or sent directly to @falsegoodnight or me as soon as possible.

Proof of purchase must be dated. We are only accepting purchases from today onwards in order to encourage the most possible sales for FITF. Most receipts and order confirmations include a date of purchase but timestamps on screenshots will also be accepted if deemed legitimate by me and Ris.

You can request up to three authors for your ficlet but it is NOT GUARANTEED. Some writers are only able to write a couple of ficlets and many writers have certain tropes and genres that they are not comfortable writing, therefore they will choose which requests they are able and willing to write. The full list of our writers is on our FAQ page.

All ficlets will be a maximum of 5000 words.

All pairings including Louis are welcome. We have writers willing to write any pairing, including Louis x Bandmates (past and present), Louis x Male celebrities, and Louis x OMC.

No requests including non-con, incest, or underage sexual content will be accepted.

Ficlets can be sent directly to you but writers also have the option to post their drabble on any site of their choice (AO3, Tumblr, Twitter, etc.)

Submit your prompts here by Sunday, 2 pm EST.

ALSO: The lovely @shimmeringevil is offering to buy 4 albums for people who can’t afford to purchase their own but still want to request a ficlet! Other forms of gifting will be accepted as long as the purchase confirmation is conveyed to the moderators in an efficient fashion.

We have a FAQ page here that contains some helpful information. If you have any other questions, please contact me or @falsegoodnight. 

" Oh fuck, " Liam yelled, looking with wide eyes at the opened book. " This is bad. Real bad. "

" Oh thanks, Liam! You are being very helpful right now. Zayn, can you tell me what the fuck just happened? "

Zayn wasn't aware of the tense exchange between Louis and the other man as his face got completely pale, swallowing hard.

" Bro, unintentionally or not, you might easily have just started an apocalypse. A huge one. I genuinely have not idea how are we gonna sort this out. "

AU where Louis borrows a book that may or may not be cursed and created a chaos and now the three best friends have to search for the right demon to put the end to the war that Louis provoked.

AU where gay uncle Harry travels to the Cypriot lands in a vacation with his best pal Niall and may or may not meet a very beautiful blue eyed man when he less expects.

In the Post

Life works in rhythms.

The sun brings a new day drifting through the window and finds this baker already elbows deep in flour, rolling out the days dough. The shop opens with a jingle of the bell and a waft of sweet wild flowers from the fields down the lane. Every customer is greeted with joy and leaves with a handcrafted treat or staple wrapped neatly in their baskets under the high noon sun. Yet it’s not until the lock clicks in the bakery door that a flush of warmth comes over him in anticipation for the last crescendo beat of the day.

From the stoop he can spot the postman wandering slowly down the village lane, his load lighter with every doorstep he visits until he stands before the baker with a single letter in hand.

“Kept guard of it all day, I promise you.” The postman offers the letter with gentle hands. Their fingers meet in the briefest touch.

“I’d hope so,” the baker murmurs with crisp parchment in hand. “It is my heart you carry, after all.”

With a small smile and a tip of his hat, the postman parts to return from where he came. The baker watches him, kissed by the glow of the setting sun. It’s the last he’ll see of his heart until the lock clicks shut the following day.

Under moon and stars he lays that night, as with every night, and dreams of whispered warmth still tingling his fingertips.

~