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Harry tilts his head to the side. “How do you want me?”

With your arse up.

Louis bites his lip. “Oh um, your choice.” He gestures at the empty road in front of them. “Whatever feels right.”

Harry grins, and Louis doesn’t miss what looks distinctly like mischief sparkling in his impossibly green eyes.

“Got it.”

He walks confidently into the middle of the road, making sure he’s positioned square in front of Louis’ camera, before turning his back fully to the lens.

He glances over his shoulder then, smiling coyly. “It felt good earlier when you told me to stretch. Think I might do a bit more of that.”

Before Louis can even begin to formulate a response, Harry turns his back to Louis again.

And then he just fully bends over, wrapping his hands around his ankles as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. His perfectly toned arse in those obscenely tight shorts, fully on display for both Louis and the camera.

Louis isn’t taking any pictures though, he’s pretty sure he’s lost all motor function at this point.

Apparently, he’s been rendered completely useless by a pretty boy going arse up for him.

Read here 👉 Harry grins, pointing at Louis’ camera. “Big fan of the aperture.” on ao3 by @letthemusicmoveyou28

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«You want me, don’t you?» A velvety voice murmurs. Then a finger glides along his jawline, tracing the route over his jugular vein. Burgundy nail polish and big, cold rings… Louis shakes his head vehemently. He squeezes his eyes shut, attempting to block out the intrusion.  Jesus, it’s been a while. Teasing kisses at the corner of his mouth and wandering hands. Pleased sounds echoing inside the walls of a dark room. An instant later, he is laying on luxurious, silky sheets. Is it a bed or is it a couch? Milky legs wrapping around his hips, imprisoning him in a cage of desire. That intoxicating scent of cherries... Louis inhales deeply and presses the heels of his hands to his eyes. He needs to focus on something real. It’s the only way to keep him out. There was a time he knew how to handle this. It’s been way too long.  «I’m wearing this for you. I remembered you liked it. You like me like this», the voice says while he starts uncovering his shoulders. The black organza of the gown falls slowly down his chest. At the sight of the pink and gold bra Louis gulps. That’s enough. «Stop messing with my mind, Harry», Louis’ voice is raspy and almost ferocious. He hates it when Harry plays like this with his mind. It’s violating. «Stay out of it».

Read here 👉 If the Gifted-Omega-Prince-High-Member-of-the-Royalty-Chosen-Soldier-of-the-Titans-Phalanx-and-Guardian-of-the-Gorgon-Weapon chooses you as his mate you would hope that you’d be as equally grandiose. Well, that wasn’t Louis’ case. He didn’t get a gift, didn’t get a family, didn’t get a weapon, didn’t get a mate, didn’t get a happy ending. on ao3 by @persephoneflouwers

So. Surprise number one: Apparently Louis has actual, genuine leadership skills. Surprise number two: Apparently Harry is actually, genuinely into watching people competently wielding tools. That’s very much a thing. For most of the afternoon he just sits there, biting his lip and staring at Louis. At one point, Caroline feels the need to discretely warn him that the camera crews had captured at least twenty minutes’ worth of footage of Harry “watching Louis like a serial killer” so “maybe you had better go do something else for a bit, hun.” At another, even lower point, he is forced to follow that advice because he's actually getting hard from watching Louis intently design and build a swing just because Niall offhandedly mentions how cool it’d be to have one at camp. At what is probably his lowest point, he jokingly offers to feed Louis pieces of fruit while he works so Louis doesn’t have to take a break. Louis actually smirks and takes him up on it; which leads to Harry trying to call his bluff, grinning challengingly and letting his fingers linger against Louis’s lips a second too long; which leads to Louis playfully nipping at them, a mischievous glint in his eye that is maybe somehow more attractive than the fact that Harry has just practically had his fingers sucked on. So for Harry, the rewards challenge is surprising at the least. Enlightening at best. Embarrassing at worst.

Read here 👉 Tommo and Harry are gonna do it. I don’t know when, but they’re gonna do it. They’ve got the mattress, the pillows, everything’s in place, and they’re gonna do it. I really wish those two the best of luck.” - Taylor, Chapera on ao3 by @lookatyourchoices

Fire-Adjacent Emergencies (Hot Fireman Traps) • Cat stuck in a tree (he doesn't have a cat. Or a tree.) — NO • Suspicious gas smell?? (not safe, also a lie) — BIG NO • Smoke coming from neighbours?? (It's a vape, but he was concerned) — absolutely not • Flat too hot?? Overheating sockets? — too vague • Weird smell in the walls? Could be wires? — maybe?? • Dropped necklace behind oven. Could be dangerous to retrieve??? — actually not terrible • Bird on the windowsill won't leave — not a fire issue, Louis • Turned oven on, heard a weird noise, panicked, turned it off again — pathetic but safe (circled in red) • Started small fire to see how quickly they respond — what is WRONG with me (crossed out multiple times with aggressive, frustrated slashes) Louis stares at the list, chewing his pen cap in thought. This is insane. This is absolutely, completely, embarrassingly insane. And yet...

Read here 👉 "Hello, Trouble." by finelinefeelings on ao3.

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Part 2:

Parsnip and Other Hazards.

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Harry reaches blindly for a screw and misses. Parsnip pounces on it, immediately skittering away.

“She’s helping,” Louis says.

Harry lifts his head to give him a flat look. “You’re not.”

Louis rolls onto his side, chin propped on his hand, grinning. “You look so sexy when you’re frustrated.”

“Keep talking,” Harry says dryly, “and I’ll build this thing upside down out of spite.” by finelinefeelings on ao3

“Harry?” whispered Louis, his mouth dry, his nose pressing against the other’s warm skin. “Mh?” Harry’s humming was gentle, his fingers lightly caressing the younger boy’s arm, his chest steadily rising and falling beneath Louis’ cheek. A couple of seconds passed, and Louis looked up at him in the darkness of the cave, barely able to make out the expression on his face. When he tried to inhale deeply, his breath hitched. He struggled to find the words to tell Harry what he was thinking about. Another couple of seconds passed, and Louis listened to the reassuring beating of the prince’s heart beneath his cheek. He couldn’t. “Nothing,” he whispered, his voice weak. I think you’re half of my soul.

Read here 👉“For their whole lives the two live together as one, and when they die, they die together, and even in the underworld they will be one rather than two.” by @sunfllover on ao3

“Why is he in charge of me?” Harry barked, pointing at Louis. “He doesn’t take me seriously!” Louis gasped theatrically. “Excuse me, I take you very seriously. You’re the highlight of my day. Right between my burnt toast and stubbing my toe.” Liam fought back a smile. “Louis is excellent at his job, Harry. You should’ve seen him last night trying to sedate you—you looked like a feral walrus fighting for territory.” Harry scowled. “Not funny.” “Little bit funny,” Louis muttered, jotting down Harry’s vitals. “Have you eaten?” Liam asked, steering the conversation elsewhere. Louis answered before Harry could grumble. “Tube feed, yes. Breakfast, no. I’ll fetch him something from the cafeteria.” Harry sat up straighter, suddenly invested. “Don’t bring jelly. I hate jelly. If you bring jelly, I’ll puke on purpose. Everywhere. Like, Exorcist levels.” Louis arched a brow. “Noted. No jelly.” “And don’t bring porridge either,” Harry added quickly. “Or I’ll strangle myself with the spoon.” “Dramatic,” Louis said dryly. “Anything else, Your Majesty?” Harry considered it, dead serious. “If you bring me an egg, it better not be runny. If the yolk jiggles, I swear—” “—you’ll declare war?” Louis cut in. Harry narrowed his eyes. “I’ll think of something worse.”

Read here 👉 “Oh, was that almost a grin, soldier? Careful. If you start enjoying yourself, you’ll ruin your reputation.” by Bright90 on ao3

Only when Harry steps back, Louis dares to look at him. He’s standing with his hands in his back pockets, eyes skimming across the floor. “So…” he looks up at Louis, giving him a tight-lipped smile. “Will I be coming back or…?” No.  Your face reminds me of too many things.  It reminds me of the countless kisses I licked into your laughing mouth.  It reminds me of the never-ending flood of tears that followed right after.  It reminds me of the ugly side of me that you always managed to pull out of me. The one I’ve tried so hard to forget.  Louis opens his mouth but all that leaves his lips is a quiet sigh, accompanied by a clueless shrug.  “I really like your cats,” Harry says, looking down at the floor. “And they seem to like me.” At that, Louis can’t help but smile. “Of course they like you, you fed them a whole box of treats.” “Wasn’t a whole box!” Harry defends, with a scandalized frown on his face. He rubs a hand over the side of his neck, avoiding Louis’ eyes. “Was like… half full. If that.” “Sure.” Glancing over at Lucifer who’s contently sleeping under the stairs

Read here 👉 Daddy might not be a psycho, but daddy’s definitely going to lose his damn mind if Harry keeps referring to him as daddy. by @larrydoinglaundry on ao3.

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(i cried, not because it was bad, but because it was so beautifully tragic that i wanted it as physical book just so i could pen down every thought)

Am currently in the middle of a fanfic (by @larrydoinglaundry ) that feels like an emotional rollercoaster (in the best way)

The writing is raw, immersive, and painfully honest.....the kind that makes you pause and process.

Its emotionally heavy 😭 without being dramatic, and written with so much care for the characters. You get the pov of both H and L and it makes you understand their history and story 😭😭.

i’ll share the link and a proper moodboard once i’m done, but this is already one of those stories that stays with you. 🤗🫶🏻