#GAPT snippet

[indiaalphawhiskey]

🍹Snippet

God, fuck irony, Harry swore, silent but no less venomous, his balls about as blue as the ocean water Louis was standing in, Fuck irony up the arse sideways.

As a fully grown adult human, he had known, was the thing – known that life was unfair, that the universe didn’t play by the rules, that, in the immortal words of The Rolling Stones, ‘you can’t always get what you want’.

Well, ‘known’. Like, theoretically.

But, Harry also liked to live life with a certain amount of optimism and an… appropriate level of functional delusion, and as such, had convinced himself that those lyrics didn’t necessarily apply to him, specifically. They were more something pithy one recited when their three year-old twins were screaming for popsicles at four in the morning.

And sure, there were things in Harry’s life that hadn’t worked out and moments that had truly broken his heart (he was, after all, a divorcee), but he had always contented himself with the notion that, should he ever want something badly enough, the universe would never be cruel enough to flat out deny him of it.

Turns out, it would.

In fact, it would go several steps further and dangle Harry’s dreams right in front of his face in the form of six unrelenting days of seeing Louis Tomlinson in various states of dampness – from shower, to sea, to sweat, over, and over, and over like some kind of perpetually sexually charged Sisyphean nightmare – only to have him plan to leave in T-minus twenty-four hours without hope of so much as one bonus night of recklessly nostalgic passion for poor, lonely, super horny Harry.

It just wasn’t fucking fair.

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A fic with good kids or a good fic where they are kids or where they have kids? 😄 // LOL anything you want 😅 mpreg is valid too

Ok! I’m not sure I read too many. But I remember one where Omega Harry is a single dad to two children, working in a bakery, trying to get by because the alpha who knocked him up disappeared after a one time thing. @ishipmutualrespect wasn’t that one of your favorites? What was the name again?

In the meantime you could also check out the GAPT AU snippets from @indiaalphawhiskey. Louis and Harry are divorced parents to three adult children who trick them into spending a vacation together. Hopefully one day this fic is ready to be released but the snippets are already so so so good.

[indiaalphawhiskey]

🧂An It’s Gettin’ Good Snippet

Harry ignored him, his laughter petering out naturally as Louis waited for the line to click. In the distance, the sight of the volleyball team running back and forth across the sand caught their attention again.

“Totally could have beaten them,” Harry scoffed bitterly, mostly to himself. “I held up so well, and my technique was flawless.”

“Mm-hmm,” Louis hummed doubtfully, turning his skeptical gaze back to Harry again. “Maybe if tush wiggling was an official Olympic sport,” he teased.

And, whatever Louis had been expecting in response, it was not Harry beaming, bright and too-pleased for his own good, a delicate pinkness to his cheeks that Louis wisely chose to attribute to the summer sun.

“You noticed,” Harry said, lilt soft, devilish in an entirely different way. He relaxed and leaned his shoulders back against the beach lounger in a move that could only be described as… triumphant, his voice just on the right side of cocky as he added, “Good.”

Louis scoffed, good natured and light. “Please. Those poor boys behind you couldn’t keep their eyes on a neon pink ball.”

To that, Harry chuckled, slowly tipping his sunglasses down, a lazy smirk curling at the corner of his lips. “Don’t really care where their eyes are, Lou,” he said. He paused, and though it was seemingly just to playfully rake his gaze down Louis’ body, Louis couldn’t help but remember how that trademark sentence used to end; the way it was whispered, hot and demanding, against the shell of his ear, always sandwiched between a delicious moan or two as their spice cabinet rattled wildly behind them.

‘…Care where yours are…’

Louis felt himself short circuit, just a very little, because…

‘…it was very, very possible that Harry’s sudden bout of jealousy was unconscious… just misplaced nostalgia and misguided muscle memory… Maybe…’

Okay, so, maybe not.

His earlier words swirled around in his mind throughout the rest of the afternoon, each repetition accompanied by an echo of the past.

‘Don’t really care where their eyes are, Lou…’

‘…Care where yours are…’

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

In honour of H looking like a babe, a little sneak peek in any of your wips? Please

Anything, in honor of H looking like the beautiful Barbie babe on glitter toast he was last night. 🥰

Also, I’m so sorry if I’ve posted this already, I truly can’t remember (and apparently tumblr will only show half of my tags!) (I have to work on a proper masterpost!)

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🐘 Snippet

“A bald-faced lie straight to my face,” Harry said, shaking his head and clicking his tongue in faux disappointment. His voice was scandalized as he playfully accused, “And on our thirtieth anniversary? How dare you?”

Louis gave him a cheeky shrug, his forkful of eggs poised in front of that unfailingly sexy smirk, “I was testing you.”

“Well,” Harry said, too smug, “I have the memory of an elephant, so…”

Louis narrowed his eyes at Harry, his next hum doubtful and teasing. “Oh yeah, Dumbo?” he challenged, “You remember proposing to me on our third date?”

Harry didn’t even bother to put his fork down, leveling him with an unimpressed look. “Nice try, liar. You don’t think I remember our third date was when I drank my weight in grocery wine?”

Louis snorted at the memory. “I had to carry you home to my flat.”

“Okay, I was nervous, wanker. We both knew we were going to have sex that night.”

“And yet.” Louis quipped around the lip of his coffee cup, though not quite quietly enough. “Also,” he said, brow furrowing in confusion, “we’d already had sex—”

“Yeah, but not on purpose.” Harry’s very clear explanation was followed by Louis’ completely befuddled silence, and he sighed, exasperatedly elaborating, “This was on-purpose Third Date Sex™ with possibly-my-future-husband.”

“Mm-hmm.” Louis nodded slowly – shrewdly. “As opposed to our original, ‘accidental’—” He smirked as he did the air quotes. “—our-friends-locked-us-in-a-flat-to-bang-out-our-sexual-tension hate sex.” His sound of agreement was muffled by his half-chewed fruit. “Right, got it.”

With a blink, his voice deadly serious, Harry said, “Exactly.” Ignoring Louis’ low chuckle, he continued, “Anyway, that night was, ironically, painfully memorable and I definitely, definitely did not propose.”

“Except when you did.”

Harry’s scoff was loud and sure, fully expecting to look across the table and catch Louis in his second shameless lie of the morning. Instead, he was met with the kind of confident smirk that… actually gave him pause.

“I was rubbing your back—well, trying to,” Louis corrected, “because you kept literally, physically, pushing me away. You started to cry when I wouldn’t leave you in the bathroom.”

And that… did, actually, sound like him, he admitted inwardly. But why would he—

“You kept insisting I couldn’t see you like this because,” Louis continued, his voice already twinkling with very poorly concealed mirth, “as you explained, if I did, I’d never marry you like I was supposed to.”

Harry’s eyes widened, realizing just then that he was vehemently shaking his head. “No,” he said desperately horrified. “Uh-uh. No.”

“But, apparently,” Louis said, thoroughly enjoying this, “if I promised I’d still marry you,” he grinned wide, too, too amused, “then I was allowed to stay and keep you from choking on your own vomit.”

“No.” Harry refused. “No. No, because,” he argued, holding up a finger, “I asked you, the next morning, if I’d done anything – anything – stupid. And you—” He pointed aggressively at Louis, who was pressing his lips together, trying (and failing) to hide his smile, “—Promised me, Louis, that I didn’t.”

“I had to,” he argued, as Harry’s jaw dropped.

“Louis!” He screeched in disbelief. “You lied?!”

“H, love,” he tried to coax gently. (Or, as gentle as one could be while trying – so hard – to stifle a laugh.) And, if Harry wasn’t already sitting there, stewing in over three decades of delayed embarrassment, he’d be a bit concerned about the way his heart still flipped a little at that endearment. “You should’ve seen yourself, all hungover, and delicate, and vulnerable that morning.” His eyes were soft – annoyingly so – even twinkling with mirth, and so, all Harry could do was roll his eyes and click his tongue in some semblance of disapproval as Louis defended himself. “I mean, you genuinely looked like you would’ve run from the room if I’d told you.”

“I would’ve,” Harry assured him point blank and without missing a beat. “I’d have completely cut you off,” he said, dead serious. “Moved continents. Flung myself off the edge of the earth.”

“Well then,” Louis said pointedly, a laugh bleeding into his voice, “now you know why I didn’t.” He shrugged, seemingly retrospective. “Also, it was nice to know you were a sure thing,” he added, his irritatingly charming wink earning him a rather aggressive (and much deserved) bread roll to the shoulder. Harry may or may not have stuck his tongue out in victory the moment it hit him with a satisfying smack! ‘Ow,’ Louis mouthed with a silent laugh, eyes sparkling as he continued to tease, “and it just seemed like a needless complication, doing anything that would encourage you to become a flight risk, when, you know,” he sighed, pretending to be put upon. His gaze on Harry turned hot, and he smiled at him in a way that seemed entirely dedicated to making his heart flutter. “I did fully intend to marry you by then anyway, all drunken threats to your personal safety notwithstanding.”

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

Where did you come up with the idea for your story? Where/when does your story take place? How many chapters will it be? What chapter are you on? Who is your favourite major character in your story? Why? Who is your favourite minor character in your story? Why? What is the first line of the story? What is the last line of the story? What is your favourite line so far in the story? Why? Will we laugh, cry or say "oh my"? What is one thing you want to tell us most about your story?

Feel free to answer as many or as few questions as you wish.

Take care. 💕

Ooh!! Some really good questions here, but I’m most touched about the first one.

✨ Where did you come up with the idea for your story?

My godfather and his wife divorced about seven years ago. They have four (crazy!) grown children, and had been each other’s legit best friends up until my godfather passed suddenly this February. I always thought they were meant to be together, but just got a little lost along the way.

This story is a little bit how I wished theirs would have turned out. ❤️

✨ What’s the first line of the story? (This is the first line of the first chapter, but there’s a prologue.)

In hindsight, there were so many, many, many, many clues, and Harry had no idea how he had managed to miss them all.

✨ What’s your favorite line in the story so far?

Like they were on (somewhat) similar wavelengths, Louis’ eyes found Harry’s, and he pressed, sweet and earnest, “Is it your back?” His thumb began to draw light, soothing swipes at his waist and Harry was truly going to lose it, nearly going cross-eyed between Louis’ barely-there touch and his suddenly incredibly detailed memories. “Can I do anything for it?”

Break it, Harry’s whore of a mind supplied, the words ready to careen straight off his tongue. Just fucking crack me like a glow stick on the overwater balcony already!

✏️ Ask me something about my WIP!

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🌶️ 'Cause I wrote today Snippet

“Permission to continue, Captain?” Louis asked, sarcastically, to which Harry stuck out his tongue. Good enough, he thought. “All I’m saying is, I really don’t think we need to sell it. I mean, for all anyone here knows, we’ve been together thirty years and are in a sexless marriage on the brink of divorce.”

Harry’s scoff was loud and deeply offended. “Okay, first of all,” he argued, gesturing between them, “look at us. We’d never be in a sexless anything—”

And, okay, Louis thought, tipping his head back and forth, fair enough. 

“—and second,” Harry continued without missing a beat, “this is serious, Lou. Mrs. Riaz went all out. I mean, the villa alone is five thousand—”

“What, like, per week?”

Harry looked at him like he couldn’t possibly be serious. “Per night.”

Louis felt like he’d been punched in the stomach, the air flying straight out of his lungs as his eyes bulged out of his head. “Five thousand pounds?” he choked out, feeling his vertigo kicking in. 

“No. Butterflies,” Harry deadpanned, completely unhelpful. He threw up a hand, exasperated. “Yes, pounds.”

“Jesus Christ, Harry,” Louis hissed, panicked and barely above a whisper now, “what the hell did you and Noah do for this place? Build it from the ground?!”

“No, but,” Harry started to explain quickly, “the Kardashians stayed at their competitors’ property last summer, so their sales dipped massively. They didn’t think hiring celebutantes was on brand, so I pitched a twelve-photo spread and negotiated the earliest spot possible in Condé Nast. Then, I just squeezed them into my schedule at the last minute, and it worked.” 

He waved off the story like it wasn’t massively impressive, but Louis would beg to disagree. Despite his mini heart attack, he could feel the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he remembered all the odd (and frankly, back breaking) photography gigs Harry had taken with gusto in the early years, to help them make ends meet – everything from children’s parties, to school photos, to low-budget proms; weekends spent setting up lights, and carrying equipment back and forth as a runner for barely-middle-tier photographers who wouldn’t even let him touch a camera. 

And now… now, Harry had flown the world thrice-over, his name printed in the byline of every travel and lifestyle magazine worth reading, had enough pull to his name that he could drop a last-minute photo spread on the lap of Condé Nast and they’d be willing to ‘negotiate’, was apparently gifted £100,000 luxury hotel holidays and yet, when pressed, still thought the very best part of his entire career was that their son actually wanted to do it with him.

Discreetly, Louis pressed his lips together, fighting the full force of his grin and pushing back the flicker of pride that had begun to heat the bottom of his belly, in favor of tuning back into what Harry was saying.

“…and Noah even managed to get the proofs to layout in less than thirty-six hours. Plus,” Harry excused, his tone filled with genuine humility, “Mrs. Riaz is an heiress, so her concept of outrageously expensive is…” he gestured vaguely in the air, “a little different.”

Louis snorted. “Understatement, much?”

Harry ignored him. “Anyway, the point is,” he said, even quieter now, his gaze serious and unwavering as they walked into the shade of the main lobby, “unless you left the UK wondering how you were gonna blow a spare fifty grand, we actually do, absolutely, have to sell this.”

Clutching a hand to his heart, Louis’ jaw dropped theatrically in faux-offense. “Harry Styles,” he chastised in a scandalized whisper, “are you actually making me go halfsies on our thirtieth anniversary? Psh.” His head recoiled on his neck. “Kind of a dick move, dude,” he joked.

“I mean,” Harry chuckled, shrugging sheepishly as he shook his head. He pulled the door to the bar open and motioned for Louis to go ahead. But just as Louis stepped in front of him, fully intending to make a quip about how gallantly opening a door for him wasn’t going to make up for Harry being a cheap date, Harry smirked and leaned in close. His breath was warm, just skating the shell of Louis’ ear as he whispered, “Not if you were planning to put out.”

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For this anon. Sorry it took so long! I hope you see it!

[indiaalphawhiskey]

🎹 Snippet.

A little 80s reminiscing for @sarafinaslarryinlove (not sure why my tags aren’t working!)

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“This is an irresponsible decision, Louis,” he admitted aloud, believing for just a moment that saying it would knock some sense into him. A pause. Nothing. “Like, by far the most idiotic one you’ve made in the last decade,” he tried again, just to twist the knife. Another, longer pause. Still nothing.

Bollocks.

He was certain that would work. Clearly, fight or flight was a load of shit.

Usually, staring his own inane foolishness in the face was not something that Louis just… accepted, seeing as he wasn’t exactly the kind of man who made bad decisions a habit. Anymore.

There was once a time he was the king of them; made them daily – hourly, even – without rhyme or reason, as easy as breathing.

Going on a twelve-hour-long pub crawl the night before his final exams, just because Harry, Niall’s little know-it-all second year friend, had declared it ‘the dumbest idea he’d ever had’? Standard Monday.

Sneaking all the boys into a random gig after that very same Harry had the audacity to doubt Louis could, and then going home with the lead singer of whatever C-list new wave band had been playing that night because Harry had actually scoffed out loud when the guy had hit on Louis? Tuesday. (…That rolled over into Wednesday, and then Thursday.)

Fucking up his entire third year course schedule on a whim, so he could enroll in an Intermedia Arts class he had absolutely no business taking, just so he could spend it irritatiting the fuck out of Harry, who was, as far as Louis was concerned, just a prissy, pompous, pretentious, curly-haired photography student who still refused to hand over, what Louis maintains to this day, was rightfully his David Bowie cassette? The better part of 1983.

He’d had a penguin permanently tattooed on his arse, for Christ’s sake! All because he and Harry had been having some petty argument he couldn’t even remember (strangely enough, somehow related to that three-night stand with not-quite-Duran-Duran), and Louis had felt so terrible about making him cry that he’d panicked – decided then and there that he would do (and, clearly did) absolutely anything to make Harry honk out that annoying (read: kind of adorable) donkey bray again.

And, maybe it said something that every single one of those examples had somehow involved winning Harry’s attention, however unfavorable (and, how Louis had managed to convince himself that was a completely normal reaction to a platonic frenemy, he’d never know), but Louis wasn’t one to dwell. At least, not when he was trapped in a bathroom with his ex on the other side of the door waiting for him.

So, it was settled: Louis was officially sticking by what was clearly the absolute dumbest decision he’d likely ever make in this half of his lifetime.

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

🫦 A Let’s-Talk-About-Something-Else Snippet

Louis was still smiling, but now seemed slightly distracted by his own thoughts. He scratched his brow and after a beat, he nodded to himself, like he’d decided something. He rapped his knuckles on the table twice. “God, I know I’m gonna regret this, but…” He let out a sigh, and raised his gaze, meeting Harry’s. “Since I am leaving early, it might be really good to… sell this.” Harry could feel his brow rise slowly at that, even more intrigued when Louis added, “You know, amp up the PDA or whatever, while I’m here.”

“Really,” Harry said, voice deadpan with disbelief. He went so far as to smirk and tease, “You could handle that, Tomlinson?” Feeling the spark of challenge rise in his chest he added, “Be my doting husband, my… handsy… wildly romantic…” He put a purr in his voice, just for the fun of it. “Lover?”

“For a week?” Louis asked, entirely unaffected by Harry games.

And, whatever Harry was about to say back – something insanely witty and utterly charming, for sure – it died on his tongue the moment Louis’ warm hand covered his own on the table. Harry felt himself physically jolt at the touch, his gaze jumping to meet Louis’, unsure whether he was now short circuiting from the gentle swipe of Louis’ thumb across his palm or the sudden heat of blue staring him down.

Breathe, Harry commanded inwardly. It’s just a game of chicken, he reminded himself, though it seemed rather futile in the face of Louis smoothly maneuvering their fingers, coaxing them to slot into place, perfectly intertwined.

And then, of course, the bastard smirked, an intoxicating confidence teeming from him. “Nothing I haven’t done before.”

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

☀️ Sunday Snippet

I know I said I wouldn’t share any more snips for fear of giving the entire cow away piecemeal, but I’m still trying to find my motivation and mojo again, and this is helping. Thank you @crinkle-eyed-boo for the tag!

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“I’ll play.”

Though that had definitely, definitely been Harry’s morbidly laid back voice and equally laid back shrug, the words still had Louis turning to him, his brow raised in question, because… what?

“What?”

Harry’s arms were crossed over his chest as he shrugged again and repeated, “I’ll play,” like he hadn’t just volunteered to engage in a strenuous competitive activity with a group of professional athletes who probably weren’t even old enough to know George Michael had been in Wham!.

And, maybe, if Louis hadn’t been preoccupied by the words coming out of Harry’s mouth or the images of all the ways this would end in a hospital, he might’ve noticed a hint of… something not all that chill in the green of Harry’s eyes; something akin to a rather… threatening… glint of competition.

“Harry…” Louis tried to warn as the volleyball team grinned widely at the challenge, stepping back into the sun and gesturing for Harry to follow them to the net over their shoulders.

Realizing Harry had neither a shirt nor flip flops to delay him from his now impending hip replacement, Louis stood in front of him, blocking the beach from view, hoping to keep him in place and urge him to see sense.

“Harry Styles,” he implored, his arms crossed over his chest disapprovingly, “you cannot be serious.”

“And yet…” Harry said nonchalantly, smirking as he readjusted his sunglasses onto his nose.

“Harry, they’re Olympians. You can’t play beach volleyball with Olympians that are younger than our children.”

If Louis had hoped the words he was very strategically emphasizing would dissuade him… well, they did not.

“First of all,” Harry said, maneuvering past Louis, “potential Olympians.” His grin made Louis want to smack him. “They haven’t qualified yet.”

Though he said nothing, Louis turned his body to make sure Harry wouldn’t miss the way he audibly rolled his eyes. Because that was definitely the point I was trying to make, he thought.

“And second…” Harry announced dramatically, pointedly ignoring Louis’ incredibly visible disapproval, one foot already past the shade of the tent. He looked over his shoulder and tipped his sunglasses down to peer at Louis over the edge of them as he said, “…watch me.”

Louis narrowed his eyes, but by the time he had processed the little bonus wink Harry had left him, he was already jogging up to the players, the swish-swish-swish of his tiny, tiny shorts seemingly mocking Louis in their owner’s stead.

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you—blast,” he swore, realizing Harry was now too far away for his threat to carry. He threw his hands up. “Why? Just… why?”

The question hung in the air for a beat before he sighed, resigned to watch the game that was already picking up in earnest.

It took twenty minutes, but after two impressive (but very unnecessary) dives and innumerable furtive glances over Harry’s shoulder to check that Louis was, in fact, watching, a niggling and familiar feeling began to descend on Louis.

His eyes narrowed in thought as he tried his best to place it, feeling himself dig deep into the recesses of rather, er, vintage memories.

But it wasn’t until he saw it – saw Harry Edward Fucking Styles’ mouth set itself into a grim line of determination right before he gifted Cheeky with an all-too-aggressive volleyball straight to the face, his little ‘Oops! Oh my God! I’m so sorry!’ faux-pology holding the kind of legitimately evil lilt to it that Louis hadn’t heard since baby Noah had vomited on that overly flirty Starbucks barista back in 1990 – that it clicked.

Harry’s jealous.

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

*chants* GAPT AU GAPT AU GAPT AU !! 👹 we’re waiting and we’re thirsty alright?!

Psst. 🤫 Not as thirsty as GAPT AU Harry. 👇

🥤Thirsty Snippet

“Parmesan dusted artichokes served with an aioli dipping sauce,” he’d recited from the pamphlet, “Figs topped with goat cheese and honey, Rockefeller oysters…”

Even the way the words slowly rolled off Louis’ tongue in his soft accent made them sound unbearably luscious and erotic, and coupled with the fact that he was reading them over Harry’s shoulder, so close that his breath was gently tickling the shell of his ear, it had Harry trying very, very hard not to get… well, very, very hard.

“We love all these things, H,” he’d cajoled, seeming entirely unbothered by the actual point, and it took Harry just a little too long to shake off the fog in his head that had him blinking much too slowly, and wanting to agree much too willingly.

But, he did eventually harness the wherewithal to raise a brow at Louis in challenge, incredulous that his sudden, drastic one-eighty was hinged on nothing more than the deliciousness of certain food, and also, at the fact that it was now apparently entirely up to Harry to have some sense of self-preservation (which was a gamble in and of itself on a good day).

“Love them enough that we don’t mind partaking in the accompanying…” He peered down at the soft slanted, cursive lettering, reading aloud, “Private, sensually hand-fed romantic dinner’ afterwards?”

He’d intended to lift his gaze haughtily, to stew mercilessly in his triumphant display of logic, but when he did, he found Louis had taken a few short steps to the chest of drawers pushed against the wall, his back slightly turned to Harry as he casually rummaged through his clothes. His smirk was soft and still alarmingly unbothered, his words almost absentminded as he said them over his shrugged shoulder.

“I mean…” he started, and if the easy cadence of his chuckle had taught Harry anything, it was to brace himself for what was sure to be a fatally flirtatious quip, “I’ve eaten much less off of much more of your body before.”

And, well… what exactly was Harry meant to say to that?

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

🐺 Snippet

Harry Styles was the perfect Omega.

He’d known this forever.

Born to one of the world’s last remaining jewelry dynasties, he held about a million virtues anyone would extol (and, frankly, did). But, simply put, he had the coveted trifecta: he was beautiful, he was brilliant, and, best of all, he was well bred.

In the ever-exclusive inner circle of New York nobility, that was as good as gold (of which, he incidentally also had a lot).

So, yeah, suffice it to say, Harry Styles was fucking flawless – ask anyone.

“You’re such a shit cuddle.”

Well, anyone except Louis Tomlinson.

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🏉 A Wee Snippet

He was pretty sure that was Stevie’s not-quite-sufficiently-muffled booing he could hear in the background that Noah was gallantly trying to speak over.

“Okay, so what are you guys doing on your last day?” he asked kindly. “Any of the activities we planned for you?”

At that, Harry snorted. “No, because all the activities you planned for us were needlessly romantic. Aphrodite’s Table: A Guided Class for Cooking Aphrodisiacs? Really, Josephine?”

“Okay, you’re supposed to look like your second honeymoon,” she hissed defensively, “What was I meant to book, beach rugby?”

And, honestly, a wildly homoerotic sport where he would have an excuse to tackle Louis to the ground repeatedly and then lie on top of his sweaty, shirtless form for a prolonged period of time…? Um, yes please. Though, come to think of it, rugby really wasn’t a one-on-one game, and as beach volleyball had recently proven, when it came to Louis, Harry absolutely did not play well with others. So, fair enough.

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

I'm always shocked that antis don't have better things to do in life than sending messages no one cares about... I'm honestly sad for them, must be tiring to be this deprived of joy...

But speaking of joy, I'm so excited for your abo fic!!! 😍 Cannot wait to read it ahhhh!!! Also gapt au of course, but i have a feeling abo will come first 😍 I love all of your fics, and at this point I re-read them so many times, the pages would be all crinkly and worn out if they were printed books. For me, the most joy of fandom comes from awesome writers and creators, I feel blessed. ❤️

This is very sweet, love! Thank you!! Yeah I’m chugging along on Omegaverse, sending @twopoppies snippets every 5-10 business days. She’s not happy with my pace. 🤣

And yes, I agree with you 💯💯💯💯 about fandom writers and creators. I’ve been trying to go back to traditionally published books and a lot of them are really missing the indulgent way fic writers first build tension and then deliver on it. It’s really, really amazing to be part of this literary subculture and have access to it, I feel really lucky that I stumbled on it. ❤️

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Oh, but you do! I gasp around olnf. I wheeze on S,S? My breath catches in my throat at your snippets and when gapt au drops I will not breathe until I finish reading the last word and then my lungs will expand as if emerging from deep water and I will take the first breath of my life After GAPT and I will cry and laugh and sing.

This is very sweet, thank you! 💋😘 as much as I love all my current fics, though, they all have a romcom DNA about them, and I want to explore a writing voice that has a heavier, heftier quality to the storyline. Hence, the sitting in your lungs (like a malignant tumor, thanks anon) reference. 😉

[indiaalphawhiskey]

what does GAPT stand for and what is it about? I've been reading the snippets but because I don't have any context I just get confused

Hello, love! ☺️

It’s the Grown Ass Parent Trap AU. I’ve linked the original prompt for context but I thought of that ages ago, and have since changed the summary to:

SYNOPSIS

The digital date glowed red, stamped solidly at the bottom right corner of the screen — 15.01.1991.

“And where do you think you’ll be,” Liam said, his disembodied laugh coming from somewhere offscreen, “on your 30th anniversary?”

If possible, Harry and Louis’ already blinding grins grew brighter still.

“With my husband, of course!” Harry squealed happily, three sheets to the wind on cheap tequila and true love. “On a beach!” His eyes grew wide. “Somewhere expensive!”

“Mmm… Drinking mai tais and having voracious anniversary sex,” Louis added, waggling his eyebrows naughtily as Harry gasped, bashfully clapping his hand over Louis’ mouth.

“Our future children are going to see this, Louis!” he chastised, theatrically scandalized.

“Damn right they will!” And then Louis’ gaze softened, turned adoring, “Our… three…?���

“…Three,” Harry had confirmed, the love pouring from his eyes evident, even through the pixelated video, “perfect children.”

Yeah, Harry thought now, sipping his mai tai. He cursed the three demons as his eyes found the painfully sexy silhouette of his ex-husband under the beautiful Maldives summer sun, Harry’s balls about as blue as the ocean water Louis was standing in. Fuck irony.

–– Or, even after being divorced for fifteen years, Harry and Louis still find themselves wondering if they’d somehow made a mistake breaking up. With the help of a luxurious three-week island vacation, their children decide to take matters into their own hands and find out, once and for all.

[indiaalphawhiskey]

India in honour of today's grand celebration, can we get a little peak of any of your works? (I am loving the GAPT AU btw)

Hello, darling!

Thank you for the compliment on GAPT AU! I’m sorry I don’t have a snippet for that fic, although I do have another!

I wrote this bit just to answer this ask, so I want to thank you for inadvertently contributing to my inspiration today! 😘 I’ve been dying to answer you, but do feel a bit guilty that the snippet doesn’t match the celebratory vibe. Sorry in advance! ✌️

✨ Sunday Snippet

Theo pulled Harry out of his memories by pressing a light kiss to his temple, and when their gazes met, Harry found himself faced with those disarming grey eyes once again.

“I didn’t know that it was possible to be even more besotted by you than I’d already been all night, but,” Theo sighed, sincere and happy. He ran his thumb over the diamond on Harry’s finger, and then raised their intertwined hands towards the crowd, chuckling as he said, “obviously I was wrong.”

Easy laughter soared up around them, perfectly in time with everyone raising their glasses, ready to toast. It was an almost disconcertingly cinematic moment, really – the flawless beginning to any romantic comedy. But, something about the sound… felt… incomplete… to Harry’s ear.

Louis, Harry knew immediately. It was Louis’ laugh that was missing.

And, call it friendship, call it connection, call it love — whatever this force was, it sat in Harry’s chest, just waiting to draw him to Louis, no matter where he was in any room. True enough, Harry found him now, standing barely a foot away out on the balcony, staring unblinkingly down at the phone in his hand.

“Louis?” Harry called out the window, soft and careful, the inexplicable dread that had started to seep into his heart only growing as Louis turned to him, the color slowly draining from his face.

“Daniel,” he barely seemed to be able to whisper, his lips shaking. “Daniel’s… Daniel’s been in an accident.”