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People think of periods in their lives in different ways. Some view them as whole years, with smaller sub periods within them. Some take the “era” approach, times where they were a certain way for a time. Some even use major life events as check points, from graduation to marriage to having kids.  Harry thinks of his life in three chapters: before Louis, during Louis, and after Louis.

harry had it all. a successful solo career, amazing friends, a wonderful partner. when his partner of 10 years breaks up with him out of the blue, he convinces himself it was mutual to cope. when he realizes that he’s still in love and the breakup was never mutual, he does what he should’ve done before: fight to be with louis.

truth be told i never was yours (if you love me, let me go) (39.5k)

written as a part of @onedirectionbigbang

art by the eternally wonderful @moon-sun-thyme

I've been tagged by too many people. Thank you to anyone who tagged me. Since I think I've been recently tagged by 3 people. I'll share 3 last lines. Or my interpretation of it at least. I asked the 1dlibrary discord and was told that (much to my displeasure) 'last line' is a vague undefined concept.

(i went back and checked. tagged by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed and 2x by @haztobegood)

So here are the last three lines from my @onedirectionbigbang fic. I am in my uninspired era as i'm sure the lines will reflect

Harry laughed. “Figured that might be a one time occurrence. You really think you won’t sleep well without me?” “Well, I might be able to,” he shrugged. “But I don’t really want to,” Louis offered honestly.  Harry’s smile softened at that. “Okay,” he agreed easily. “I didn’t really want to either honestly,” he confessed with a small smirk.

anyway i tag the following people because i would love to see what they're working on @kingsofeverything @twopoppies @indiaalphawhiskey @justanothershadeofblue @lunarheslwt @wishingforloushair @larry-hiatus @allwaswell16

THRU WALLS OF TREES   By: ineverateakiwi

Louis/Harry, OT5  |  with art by @wendersfive​ Will be posted as part of @onedirectionbigbang!

Blood of my blood

"You are blood of my blood and bone of my bone, I give you my body that we two might be one. I give you my Spirit till our life shall be done." Louis repeated the words, then it was time to seal the deal. With the exception of today, Louis and Harry hadn't spoken to each other in years, let alone touched. The King of Azevien hoped that the feelings he once felt for the King of Artalasia were buried so that they would never see the surface again. However, when Louis gave him a small smile and stepped closer, brushing his lips against Harry's, all he could think was that that was the same boy who helped the rabbit. The same boy who had followed him on trips across the globe. The boy he had loved for so many years before he even understood what love was.

#thru walls of trees #ineverateakiwi #onedirectionbigbang #wendersfive #blood of my blood

HELLO! Another snippet of Through Walls Of Trees. The fic is coming next month for the One Direction Big Bang! Sooo excited to be part of this.

Freedom Always Comes With a Price by @cyantific

Written for the @onedirectionbigbang

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Louis/Harry  |  101K+  | Explicit | Lovers to Friends to Lovers | Angst, Fluff & Smut | Memory Loss

It’s the home stretch! Last check-in before the Big Bang deadline. Eeeeeek!!

I was tagged by @zanniscaramouche @evilovesyou @tomlinvelvetfics @sadaveniren @adidassquad @harrystinyshorts and @mercurial-madhouse this week for various things, so thank you all, my darlings, for the tags!! It’s late in the day, feel free to share if you wanna (and haven’t already)... no pressure if you don’t! Consider yourself tagged if you’re seeing this come across your dash and you’re in the mood to share—Last line, snippet... whatever! Any WIP, no pressure, of course!  Happy Sunday! xx -Cy 💙 @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @sashinalash @senshine @fournipplesau @greenfeelings @twopoppies @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @lululawrence @laynefaire @daffodilsforlou @thepolourryexpress @lightwoodsmagic @londonfoginacup​ @hadestyles​ @soldouthaz​ @2tiedships2​ @beelou​ @becomeawendybird​ @doncasterkitten​ @disgruntledkittenface​ @reminiscingintherain​ @falsegoodnight​ @fallinglikethis​ @daggerandrose​ @a-brighter-yellow​ @runaway-train-works​ @beau-soleil-louis​ @allwaswell16​ @kingsofeverything​ @dinosaursmate​ @louandhazaf​ @crinkle-eyed-boo​ @absoloutenonsense​

Harry cuts Liam off, “No, no. It’s fine. I’ll go deal with this.” He huffs out a long sigh as he walks towards the sliding glass door. Louis hunches over the railing, staring off into the distance as he rolls his cigarette back and forth between his fingers. Harry pauses with one hand on the door handle, looks down and takes one deep breath in before sliding it open. Louis looks casually over his shoulder then drops his head, shaking it when he sees it’s Harry who is stepping outside.

“Can I join you?”

“It’s a free country, as they say,” Louis shrugs. “Can’t stop you, mate,” He takes a long drag and blows it off into the distance, not making any effort for further conversation.

“Yeah, but—” Harry steps cautiously, “Is this okay?”

“It’s whatever. Come out if you’re coming out, then.” Harry chuckles to himself. “What? What did I say?”

“Nothing,” Harry waves it off. “It’s just-Y’know, ‘come out, if you’re coming out’.” He shrugs with an awkward, lopsided grin.

“Oh, fucking hell, Harry.” Louis shakes his head as he flicks his cigarette. “You’re ridiculous.”

“What?” Harry holds his hands up. “S’kinda funny!” He argues. Louis rolls his eyes.

Louis holds out his pack of cigarettes to offer one. Harry looks at him, confused.

“I don’t smoke.”

“Yeah, but you said ‘join me’, so I didn’t know if that’s what you meant, or--”

“No! I just meant join you outside, you wanker.”

“Well, I don’t know? Maybe you like to smoke these days. I’m certainly not one to judge. Whatcha out here for, then?” Louis asks, growing impatient.

“I just — I- I just wanted to talk? Clear the air. I dunno. You’ve got your head up your arse about something with me and I don’t know what it is I did, but something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Haz,” Louis insists.

“You’re a shit liar.”

“What’s up your arse then?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, you’ve just been keen on pointing out my whereabouts last night, is all. With a right surly attitude about it, too.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Oh no? Then what was that crack then? Do you have an issue with me going out?”

“No,” Harry crosses his arms in front of him, shaking his head. “Why would I? We’re mates. Go out, live your life. Moving forward, right? That’s what this is, yeah?”

“Yup,” Louis responds, tight-lipped. “Mates, moving forward.”

“So then why are you acting so distant, treating me like a stranger? ‘Ooh, maybe you like to smoke these days’,” He mocks in Louis’ thick Doncaster brogue. “Come on, Lou, when have I ever smoked? Like ever? Don’t be a dickhead.”

“Yeah, well, proper mates don’t lie to each other for four years, do they?”

“Lou,” Harry drops his shoulders. “I wasn’t lying to you.”

“Well, you weren’t telling me the truth, either, were you?” Harry stares at Louis, mouth agape. “Forget it. I’m not getting into this with you here.” He turns away and leans his elbows on the railing, looking out into the distance.

“Seriously?” Harry throws his hands up. “You throw that out there, then say you’re not getting into it. What the fuck, Lou! Make up your bloody mind. Ughhh!” Harry huffs, turning his back in the opposite direction. He turns around abruptly. “Fine, then. What do you want to get into? Want to just have a chat like mates do, since we’re moving forward and all, yeah? How about that? So, bro… Get any good action last night?”

“Oh, come off it,” Louis scoffs and spins around to face Harry.

“No,” Harry persists, stepping closer. “We’re bro’s. We can do this. Come on. Let’s hear it. Didja get some nice pussy? Mouthful of some good dick? What?” He says with a smug grin.

“We’re not talking about this,” Louis scowls.

“Oooh, that good, huh?”

“No. It wasn’t actually,” Louis answers honestly before he can stop himself. Harry’s eyes turn to stone at Louis’ slip-up, the shock from hearing this truth revealed turning to visible rage and Louis does his best to dig himself out of this. “You know what, no. We’re not doing this. I’m not doing this with you!”

“Will it help if I go first? Tell you about the last time I got some great dick?” Harry manhandles himself as he snarls, “Hmm? I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t you.”

Artwork I made for the 1D Big Bang 2021 for @scrunchyharry

Summary:

On the surface, CitizenX, an international caritative nonprofit, looked like any other nonprofit, funding humanitarian missions worldwide and striving to make the world a better place, one donation at a time. At least, that was what Harry thought, until he was hired as a computer specialist for a spinoff agency called carish, whose true purpose was to reveal CitizenX’s tangled web of lies. As if the whole ‘industrial spy’ business was not stressful enough, Harry found himself in a hatred-at-first-sight relationship with one of his new coworkers, Louis, a man intent on detesting Harry. When the worst happened and Harry and Louis found themselves thrown together in hiding, with only each other to rely on, Harry never could have predicted the turn their relationship would take. Nor could he anticipate that it would all be taken away from him and he would have to decide how far he was willing to go to get Louis back.

I have been tagged in several fic tags, so I decided to just post a snippet of my @onedirectionbigbang fic! It’s an A/B/O Dark Sleeping Beauty AU <3 Thank you @evilovesyou, @mugglemirror, @cyantific, @brightgolden, @theisolatedlily for thinking about me when tagging! I really appreciate it ❤️ I think with this snippet, you all will see just how different the fic is from Sleeping Beauty while still keeping the big elements! It is a lot more mature and dark overall.

✽ snippet ✽

As twilight twinkles in the distance, and the moon disappears out of sight behind a thick blanket of clouds, a cloaked figure lets the door creak open and close with a whistle. Waiting several seconds in the dark, shielded by the roof of the house that juts out the edge, Louis listens for a second, making sure nothing besides the stillness of the night will come to him. After a while, he begins walking and disappears in the woods.

For the first time in a while, he has shoes covering his feet.

His toes curl against the leather, uncomfortable, but he carries on, knowing he will be late if he wastes any more time.

After agreeing to learn more from Harry about magic, he was told to come at midnight by the brook, where he would be meeting with the alpha. He doesn’t know what to expect, and deep down he is scared, but the sharp outline of the kitchen knife he stole is comforting as he feels it through his coat. Through the gloom, as he reaches the gush of water, the only thing disturbing the peace is a figure; tall, broad, and distinctively alpha.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath; wet lobelias and sun-kissed marsh marigolds are the first things, along with damp soil, that he smells. But then, strong and undeterred by the wedding of natural fragrances, an alpha scent curls through the air. Hyacinths and cloves fill his lungs, and he soundlessly gasps, eyes flying open, hand coming up to his chest; he feels slightly hazy after inhaling so much alpha scent. He manages to get a hold of himself and he steps past the trees.

“Harry,” he whispers, somehow afraid that he will be heard all the way to the cottage, a fear as absurd as it sounds. With his heart beating in his throat, he watches as Harry turns around, green eyes fierce. His fingers twitch by his side, near the knife; but he remains calm when he takes several steps closer. The canopy is thick enough to block the moonlight from filtering through, but somehow, he can still make out the angular features making up Harry’s face; from his defined jaw to his straight, slightly too big nose.

A lopsided smile softens Harry’s face.

“William,” Harry bends his head in greeting, straightening up then, eyes going around. “I’m glad you could make it.”

Throat tight, he only smiles and creeps closer.

Focused solemnly on Harry, he doesn’t notice the other scents nor does he notice it when Harry’s eyes seem to send a message across his shoulders; a confirmation of some sort. Before he can do anything, something is slapped against his face, covering his mouth and nose. His eyes widen in shock and he tries to fight his way out of the strong arm holding him in place, but quickly enough, he can’t feel his fingers or feet. His vision goes blurry, then black, though not without seeing, like the personification of a cruel nightmare, Harry’s previously warm eyes turn dark, dark, dark.

✽ end of snippet ✽

Louis didn't see her mother before leaving for the airport the next morning. It was probably for the best-- she wanted to keep the memory of their shared moment untarnished for a while --but as her plane taxied down the runway she whispered a string of almost silent goodbyes: one for her mother, one for LA, and one for the life she was hoping she wouldn't return to.

I'm not counting the words in my run on ass sentences anymore, it's always SO MANY. Whatever they have punctuation so they don't count as run ons. Right? (Please say right)

Idk who to tag, but if you're working on a fix you can share PLEASE share a sentence!! I love getting to read them.

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SUNDAY SNIPPET - THE GROUND BELOW IS ABOVE MY FEET

Louis flinches at the name. “I’ve already buggered it.”

Niall looks up and speaks through chipmunk cheeks of food, “How? He practically shits butterflies when he looks at you.”

“I fell asleep at his place.”

Niall swallows. “Oh.” 

That’s all that needs to be said, really. Oh. Louis scrapes his spoon against the edge of his bowl because the grinding sound is more comfortable on the ears than the silence hanging over the table. 

“Did you tell him?” 

Louis’ head springs up. “Of course fucking not. He already thinks I’m a junkie.”

“So did I, and you still told me.” Niall shrugs.

“Yeah, and look how well that turned out. I’m not handcuffing my boyfriend to the bloody loo.”

Maissie chooses that moment to walk by with an armload of dishes. They wobble in her hold when he catches her overhearing his last words and Louis casts his eyes skyward. Great. More people who think he’s a fucking sadist.