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Tease Me, Please Me by 4ureyesonly28

3.7k words | @zouisfics | Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson

Zayn had done so many different jobs since she’d gotten out of university; some more interesting than others, but this one was taking the cake. There was something unbelievable in her being cast alongside all these gorgeous, seductive women to titillate theatre-goers in a brand new burlesque bar in the West End. It wasn’t exactly what her parents had imagined when she’d dreamed about getting on stage in a West End show, but over the past months of rehearsals she’d really learned that the artistry of burlesque was deeply personal to her.

Welcome writers, to round 3 of the zouisfest! Sign-ups are now officially opened!

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the main pairing has to be Zouis (Zayn/Louis). This can be a romantic, queerplatonic or non-romantic pairing.

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I've drowned and dreamt this moment

[Zouis, T, 2.3k]

There has been a rivalry between them since they were young. Since the very start of their careers. It’s always been Louis and Zayn, the ones to watch. The ones to do battle and ultimately share the podium.

They push each other to be better, is what the world says.

They hate each other, is what Zayn and Louis say.

And it all comes to a head in Val d’Argenton.

Thank you to all the amazing writers who participated in this round of the zouisfest! We will be back for round 4!

Hello hello!

We (@so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed and @beardyboyzx) are the new mods of the Zouisfics Tumblr, and we are happy to announce Round Three of Zouisfest! And it is starting immediately! Here is the full information for anyone considering signing up:

Schedule:

Prompt Submissions: February 2nd - February 17th

Author Sign-ups: from February 18th on

Fics Due: July 28th

Rules:

the main pairing has to be Zouis (Zayn/Louis). This can be a romantic, queerplatonic or non-romantic pairing.

you may claim a prompt from our prompt list or choose to write your own prompt

there is no minimum or maximum wordcount

fics must be completed by the time of posting

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"Breathe," Louis' voice is quiet, commanding, and Zayn hates how part of him still responds to that particular tone. How there's a part of him - the part that used to live for Louis' praise, that felt freedom in being able to submit - that wants to obey.

That wants Louis to call him kitten again, call him a good boy. There’s another part that wants to tell him to fuck off, that wants to tell him he doesn’t get to do this, doesn’t get to take control so easily, but he only has to glance up at him through his lashes to know that whatever this is, it isn’t Louis being in control. He looks scared and young and sorry and Zayn hates it, but maybe not for the reasons he should.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he bites out, but he’s doing it nonetheless, syncing his breathing with Louis’, something intimate neither of them has any right to anymore. Louis just keeps looking at him, their eyes locked, commanding and calming and Zayn hates that it works. Hates that he can feel his heart slowing in his chest, his lungs expanding to finally take in enough air to get rid of the fuzzy feeling in his head. He pushes himself up and rests the back of his head against the brick wall, closing his eyes for a moment to avoid Louis’ stare, to keep him from seeing the tears.

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I finally wrote more on my @zouisfics fic, so here is a snippet for you! I am tagging @beardyboyzx @jacaranda-bloom @kingsofeverything @haztobegood @homosociallyyours and @lululawrence to post a snippet if they have one!

“I have feelings for you, Zayn,” he says, his back still turned towards him and he thinks he should be commended on how steady his voice manages to sound. He’s afraid to turn back around, afraid to see pity in Zayn’s eyes, but he thinks this is worse. Not seeing him, not being able to decipher the clues on his face, not being able to prepare himself, might be worse.

He’s not sure what to expect. Maybe Zayn will understand. Maybe he’ll be kind and sweet and let Louis down gently, because he’s a wonderful person. Maybe he’ll understand that it’s too much and he’ll quietly pull back, just like Louis had been doing. Maybe he’ll say nothing and leave – though Louis doesn’t think the latter is very likely. Not unless Zayn reconsiders their friendship entirely. And considering he and Liam are all but dating, he doubts Liam would ever let him do that. He thinks so, at least. Thinks if anything, Liam is still his friend after this.

“Oh,” Zayn says quietly, just as Louis turns around. His brows are creased, knitted together on his forehead, and Louis is overcome with the inane desire to smooth out the wrinkles on his face, to cup his jaw and do something, because it’s clear Zayn didn’t expect this. 

“Yeah.” Louis says quietly. He stays put. “So, you see why-”

Zayn, if possible, frowns deeper. “I thought you might have feelings for Liam, originally,” he says quietly. “But you didn’t even flinch when I told you that we kissed. So I thought I might’ve made it all up in my head.”

Louis glances down at his feet. He can feel the tips of his ears burning, his heart feeling like it’s merely echoing in his chest as he waits for Zayn to respond.