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Divinity Was Never The Aim by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28
Pairing: Alpha Harry/Omega Louis
Rating: Explicit (45k) - FBI AU
Written for Round 2 of @1domegaverseficfest
“Louis.” Harry says again in the same low tone. “Come on.”
Once again, Louis wants to. But he can’t. It’s like his brain has fully stoped communicating with his body.
“Louis.” Harry says, his voice commanding and firm. “Come. On.”
This time it works, and Louis finds himself following Harry out of the room and back down the hallway.
It isn’t until they’re in the stairwell that he realizes why.
Harry used his alpha voice on him.
Suddenly Louis stops on the stairs.
“What the bloody hell’s wrong with you?”
Harry visibly winces, but when he turns around Louis can see the anger clear on the alpha’s perfect face.
“Do you think I wanted to do that?” Harry asks. “You were about to drop Louis.”
(Or the one where omega Louis Tomlinson had to fight to earn his place as a top agent with the FBI. That is all threatened when he becomes the obsession of London’s latest serial killer. To complicate things further, he’s paired with fellow agent and usually aloof alpha Harry Styles. Can the two of them stop a deranged killer before it’s too late, or will they destroy each other first?)
Title from We Don’t Wanna Talk by Friday Pilots Club
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🌪️ whispers into the void 🌪️
soooo... this is me "softly kicking the door open"
a fresh face in this haunted hallway of Louis Tomlinson fangirls, poets, gif-makers, and midnight overthinkers.
call me a shadow in the fandom fog,
a cryptic narrator with too many drafts and not enough chill,
a soul who’s been lurking in tags since ‘Two of Us’ ruined my life (in a good way).
✨ this blog is now officially open for business ✨
business being:
* screaming internally (and sometimes externally) about Louis
* possibly writing fanfiction (pray for me)
* crying over cheekbones and denim jackets
* attempting ✨aesthetic✨
* making emotional word art for songs that already broke me
will it be chaos? likely.
will I commit to a 20k slow burn with too many metaphors? possibly.
will we become mutuals who reblog each other’s thirst tags and scream in the tags together? hopefully 🫣
so if you see this, consider it a 'hello' from a mystery pen
armed with dreams, drafts, and a playlist full of heartbreak.
✒️ follow if you dare.
reblog if you believe in Larry (or at least in good fanfic).
message me if you think Louis invented wearing beanies with emotional damage.
— your local fanfic cryptid 🦇