Angie

A Palestinian fighter aims during heavy fighting in the West Bank village of Beit Jala, July 17, 2001.

DE AMORE EX TEMPORE by persephoneflouwers.

Explicit || 21 chapters, 101K words || status: Completed 🪽🤍

{poster by @ladychlo <3}

"Jump! For fuck's sake, Louis, jump!" Louis looks down curiously at the ground and notices that the backpack is gone. The grass appears greener than it did before; a minute ago there were streetlights in front of him - why is there no light now? His brows furrow. “Is there a blackout tonight?” He starts coughing uncontrollably as if water has flooded his lungs. He brings his hands around his neck, feeling like he cannot talk nor scream for help – he can’t breathe. “Louis, jump!” And he can’t see, feel or hear anything, but trusts the voice.  He jumps. Then it’s just cold and dark. ________________________________________ Or: the Renaissance AU where Harry is a philosopher, whose thoughts happen five centuries too soon and Louis is a painter, whose art happens five centuries too late. & Or: the Time Travel AU where alternate versions of themselves live simultaneously in different realities and their paths collide every time, until somehow, they converge into one.

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PATHEMA PROTELEIA by persephoneflouwers

ABO, 53K, completed, mature 🥀🗡️⏳

A few years ago, Omega Prince Harry left his husband and mate Alpha Louis without any apparent reason. When enemies of the Royalty make an attempt on his life and threaten to hurt Omegas, Louis has to ask the Prince for help.

Or

A Greek tragedy AU (but with the happiest ending)

«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

Tajrish Bazaar in Tehran, Iran in 2018

-Louis on his take at how vital it is for artists to position themselves on social issues. (13 November 2025)

-Louis on speaking up about social issues. (13 November 2025)

“STOP AL GENOCIDIO” 🇵🇸