#as long as they are not 1D songs

[gracefullou]

What sort of set list do you think we could get for festival louis? Do you think he'll change it up much? (other than shortening it I guess if he's not headling!) ♥️🖤

And what set list would you want for festival louis (If different to his current FITF set!)

Hi, anon! Your guess is as good as mine, Louis is unpredictable that way. I really loved the 2023 afhf setlist, it was perfect for a festival, the set was full of energy and i was hyped up the whole time! I doubt he'll have time to perform the full setlist though even when he's headlining (i've never been to a festival so i don't really know what the norm is in terms of the sets duration). I think from walls, kmm will be the only surviver 😂. And from fitf, i feel Louis already got rid of the slower songs on the album except for Saturdays (a crime in my opinion) so no chance we'll get ttwlg or common people or my beloved lucky again 😔. I think we can say goodbye to bigger than me in the festival era 😭 bc i don't think he'll play it. I feel like Waoyf is in danger too (he better not take it off the setlist though 🔪🔪) and so is Chicago and angels fly. Megamix is in danger as well but I feel Louis loves it too much to take it off the setlist and everyone deserves to hear all this time live at least once in their lives so don't you dare Louis. I think the greatest, face the music, ooms, Saturdays, silver tongues, holding onto heart ache and bty rock version are the ones that will for sure make it to the setlist and paradise, maybe. I'm really hoping that he'll surprise us all and add headline to the setlist permenantly. That would be the perfect setlist for festival season in my opinion especially if he adds defenceless and always you, maybe even otb to some of these shows 🥺 And i'll be even more delusional and manifest a new single and guitar Louis on stage 😁.

[theostrophywife]

take it off.

i just wanna watch you when you take it off take off all your makeup, baby take it off take off all your clothes and watch you take them off

masterlist (azriel x reader) author's note: could not stop thinking about coming home from an event with azriel and him just helping you undress and wind down for the evening. song inspiration: tio by zayn.

The soft glow of the twinkling faelights illuminated your bedchambers as you and your mate made your way inside. The door clicked shut behind Azriel, but he stayed put and leaned against the frame as you shimmied out of your heels. 

The shadowsinger watched you with a small smile on his face. As much as he loved seeing you all dressed up in that sinful cobalt dress, Azriel enjoyed this part of the night even more. At the ball earlier tonight, everyone was free to admire your beauty. To trace every soft curve of your body that he’d dutifully committed to memory. To track every surface of exposed olive skin that felt like silk underneath his touch. To trail the elegant lines of your cheeks and neck and collarbone that he’d run his fingers through a hundred times over. 

But this side of you—this was all for him. Azriel was the only one who got to watch you take it all off at the end of the day and he fucking loved it. It was like unwrapping his favorite gift on Winter Solstice night. 

You settled in front of the wooden vanity by the wall, moonlight streaming through your hair as you pulled out the sapphires pinning your locks. One by one, you stacked them neatly at the edge of the desk, leaving your long dark hair loose and flowing down your back. 

Azriel wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through those silky tresses, but he stayed perfectly still. Even his shadows reached out for you and he had to reel them back in. He wouldn’t touch you; not yet at least. The shadowsinger wanted to admire you, drink you in, savor you before he completely devoured you. 

He observed in awe as you wiped off the cosmetics from your face, revealing those freckles that he loved so much. Azriel fought the urge to trace them with his fingers as he was prone to do when you were lying in bed together. Your mate compared it to charting the constellations and by now he had memorized every star etched upon your lovely face. 

“Beautiful,” Azriel breathed as he came up behind you. It didn’t matter that he’d seen you do this a hundred times over. He’d never get used to how breathtaking you were. The shadowsinger leaned down, kissing the top of your head. “You’re beautiful, my love.”

You smiled shyly, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “I love when you look at me like that, Az. Like I’m the only female in the world.”

He kissed your cheek. “You are to me, baby.”

You twined your fingers through his, pressing gentle kisses onto his scarred hands. A knowing smirk curled through your lips. “Care to help me out of this dress?” 

The shadowsinger nodded, his hazel eyes glowing golden in the darkness as he caressed your cheek. “You never have to ask twice.” His cool breath fanned over your skin as he nuzzled his chin in the crook of your neck, golden eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “As stunning as you look in this dress, I’ve been waiting all night for the chance to take it off.”

You shivered as he carefully brushed your hair aside, his rough and calloused fingers a sensuous whisper against your skin. He hummed in appreciation as he slowly undressed you, unzipping your dress until the velvet fabric fell and pooled at your feet. And just because he could, Azriel helped you to your feet and twirled you around, drinking in the sight of you in nothing but a lacy lingerie set. 

Your mate towered over you as his hands trailed up your spine, smirking to himself when you leaned into him. He took his time, tracing the delicate lace of your bra, cupping your breasts in appreciation before he unclasped the entire thing in one swift movement. Every layer that came off made him harder and harder to the point of pain, but he didn’t care. He’d endure it if it meant getting to unravel you until you were laid bare before him. 

Azriel trailed a path of kisses down your torso and hooked his fingers through the waistband of your panties. You steadied yourself on his shoulders and slipped out of the fabric. It took every ounce of Azriel’s restraint to help you shrug into your robe instead of throwing you on the bed and having his way with you right then and there. 

You could feel how turned on he was through the bond so you smiled, giving him a chaste kiss that left him wanting more. “Thank you, baby.” 

Azriel cupped your face in his hands and gently kissed your temple. “Any time, my love.” 

There was a devious glint in your eyes when he pulled away. “How does a hot bath sound?” 

He grinned, dimples appearing on that breathtakingly beautiful face. “Like the best damned thing I’ve heard all night.” 

You chuckled. “Come on, then. Maybe I’ll even throw in a massage if I’m feeling generous.” 

“Don’t tease, baby,” Azriel drawled, his voice rough and husky. “It’s cruel.” 

You ran your pointer finger over the curve of his wing, smirking as Azriel shuddered. “Me? Tease you?” Your lilting laughter rattled his bones as you kissed his cheek. “I’d never dream of it, my love.”

Fuck was the only coherent thought in Azriel’s mind as he followed you into the bathroom. 

If you kept this up, the shadowsinger wouldn’t be able to hold out for very long. He never could with you and judging by the smirk on your face, you were more than aware of this fact.

The sound of running water echoed through the spacious room as he sauntered across the cold tile floors. You pressed a hand against his solid chest and flashed him a wicked grin. 

“It’s your turn to get naked.” 

Cauldron fucking boil him. It was pathetic how much your words affected your mate. The front of his pants tightened uncomfortably as you peeled his suit jacket off. It was a shame, really. Azriel looked so damned good in the elegant all black suit that it was almost a waste to undress him. Almost. 

You took your time admiring your mate. Ran your fingers through those soft, raven locks. Traced the outline of his nose, cheekbones, jaw. Swiped your thumb across those perfect, pouty lips that slightly parted to kiss your fingertips. This beautiful male. Your beautiful mate. All yours, forever. 

You sighed in appreciation. “You’re so fucking pretty, Az.”

Despite himself, Azriel blushed. You almost giggled at the sight. The feared spymaster of the Night Court bested by a compliment. It was extremely endearing and so Azriel to become this flustered even though you were merely stating a fact. Your mate was a dream and you were one lucky female. 

Luckier still, because you were only getting started.

His breath hitched as your nimble fingers unlooped the tie around his neck. Azriel tried his best to stay still as you unbuttoned his perfectly fitted silk shirt, delicately shrugging it off his shoulders. You took your time unfastening the clasps at his back that were especially made to accommodate his wings. When he was finally shirtless, you ran your hands through his chest, tracing every mark and mole and scar, pressing kisses along the way that made the shadowsinger sigh softly. 

Azriel was barely breathing as you unbuckled his belt, making a show of slowly sliding his trousers over his long legs, repeating your movements from earlier and kissing his hips, his thighs, and his knees. You smirked as you tugged at his boxers next, toying with the waistband as you licked a stripe through his perfectly sculpted abs. Those taut muscles flexed against your mouth and you wickedly flicked your tongue, causing Azriel to shudder above you. 

“Baby,” Azriel breathed, his voice full of lust and desire. “If you keep doing that, this little game of yours will be finished before it’s started.”

You chuckled and the sound traveled straight to Azriel’s already painfully hard cock. “That would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” The sight of you kneeling before him with your soft, wet mouth mere inches away from where he wanted you made the shadowsinger growl. His proud length stood at attention between you while you licked your lips, further dragging out his torment. “I think I want to take my time playing with my mate.”

Before he could register your movements, you rose from the ground and kissed his cheek. Azriel could do nothing but watch as you peeled off your robe and bared yourself to him. Every curve and mole and freckle on your beautiful body formed constellations that rivaled the night sky. You were his mate—breathtaking and beautiful and made just for him. 

Mate, his shadows whispered. 

Mine, Azriel thought in agreement.

Just when he thought you couldn’t get any more stunning, you flashed him a devious grin as you playfully cocked your head to the side. He watched with bated breath as you climbed into the marble tub.

“Are you coming or not, Az?” 

The shadowsinger nearly sprinted to the warm bath awaiting him. He eased into the water, the fragrance of the soap and herbs you haphazardly threw in instantly relaxing his aching body. You beckoned him over and he waded into your lap, his back pressing against your breasts as his wings relaxed at his side. Azriel sighed in satisfaction as you kissed his shoulder, kneading the tension out of his muscles with your delicate fingers. 

He was putty in your hands, melting at your touch as his head dropped against your shoulder. You kissed his cheek next and continued massaging his back, squirting soap into a small loofah and gently cleaning your mate. Azriel murmured softly as you lathered shampoo into his soft hair and worked it into his scalp. He practically purred as you raked the product through. 

“You like that, baby?” you teased, brushing the bubbles out of those stunning hazel eyes. His irises were blown out and hazy like two pools of delicious, golden honey. 

“Feels good,” Azriel babbled. His shadows snaked through your ankles, pulling you taut against his back. 

You groaned as your sensitive peaks brushed against his golden brown skin, already feeling the wetness gushing between your thighs. Azriel kissed your knee before turning around and pulling you into his lap. Water sloshed to the side of the tub, but you couldn’t give less of a fuck. Not when your mate was staring at you like you were good enough to eat. 

The shadowsinger gripped your hips as he brushed his lips against the hollow of your throat. You could feel his smirk embedded onto your skin as you twined your finger through his hair. The tension between you was heady and potent, so heavy that it clouded your senses until Azriel consumed your entire being. 

You traced his bottom lip with your thumb, taking in this beautiful male before you. “Do you want to know what I’ve been thinking about all night, Azriel?” 

“Tell me, my love.” 

Azriel hissed as you shuffled in his lap, your sopping wet sex grinding against his hardness. “I thought about these lips,” you murmured, dipping down to press your lips against his. The kiss was heated and full of need, your tongue dancing against his as you swallowed Azriel’s growls of pleasure. 

“I thought about this neck. Just begging to be kissed,” you taunted, littering sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along the hollow of his throat. The shadowsinger grabbed your hips and his grip on you was hard enough to bruise. You only smiled. You’d wear the marks of his fingertips on your skin like a trophy. 

Your mate’s eyes were nearly black as you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers. “I thought about these hands. Wrapping around my throat. Palming my tits. Burying deep inside my pussy.” 

Azriel took a sharp intake of breath as you braced one hand against his chest while the other trailed down his torso. He was so turned on that he couldn’t even manage to form words lest he ruin the buildup of all this teasing and taunting. Your mate loved when you toyed with him like this. You may look like a sweet angel, but he knew firsthand how fucking filthy you could get. How easily you had him wrapped around his finger to the point that he’d crawl on his hands and knees for a chance to taste you.

When your delicate fingers wrapped around his cock, he nearly fucking lost it. “But mostly, I thought about your perfect cock. Stuffing me full. Hitting that sweet spot. Making me scream until I’m hoarse.” 

“Fuck,” Azriel groaned as you lined him up at your entrance. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you eased his cock between your folds. Your hips lowered, taking him inch by delicious inch. “That’s it, princess. Take what you want. You can have all of it. All of me.”

At his beckoning, you lowered your hips until he was fully seated inside of you. The sensation was heavenly and had the both of you gasping for air. Slowly but surely, you moved up and down and let Azriel fill you up again and again. The shadowsinger guided your hips while you grinded into him, meeting each movement with thrusts of his own. You moaned, gasping into his neck and scratching at his back as you picked up the pace. You moved in perfect sync with the ease of two lovers who had perfectly committed each other’s bodies to memory. 

“I wish I could have you inside of me all the time. It feels so fucking good, Az," you groaned, raking your nails over his golden brown skin. Azriel’s intricate tattoos flexed underneath your touch as he rutted into you, hitting that sweet spot that made stars explode behind your closed lids.

“You’re absolutely filthy, baby.” Azriel snarled into your neck. “Such a sweet innocent face, but you turn into such a dirty little slut every time I have my cock in you, don’t you?” 

"Can't help it," you breathed, rolling your hips. "Not when you fuck me this good. It's all I can ever think about. You're all I can ever think about, Azriel."

The shadowsinger latched his lips onto your nipple, making you arch your back with every flick of his tongue. He ravaged your breasts, palming them in his large hands as he continued swirling over your hardened peaks with his mouth. 

“Do you even know how much I think about you?” Azriel hummed as you rode his cock. He watched as your tits bounced from the movement, burying his face in the valley of your breasts while you took what you wanted from him. “You consume every part of me, princess. I think about kissing you. Tasting you. Fucking you. Making love to you.” He emphasized the latter with a sharp thrust, making you whimper. “There isn’t a single second of my day that I’m not constantly craving you.”

He sucked at your collarbone, nipping and sucking as you lifted your hips. Azriel cupped your ass, watching his cock disappear between your folds. You felt so warm and tight, hugging him just right. A purely predatory growl ripped through his chest as you teased him, lifting your hips higher and higher until only his tip remained sheathed in your sex. 

“Show me, baby.” You whispered into his ear. “Show me that you want me just as badly as I want you.”

In one swift move, Azriel was stepping out of the marble tub while carrying you in his arms. You squealed as water dripped all over the bathroom floor. “What are you doing, Az?”

And that smile. Gods, it felt like watching golden rays of sunlight spearing through the dawn and kissing every part of you with its warmth. 

Azriel was so fucking beautiful. 

He leaned down, kissing the tip of your nose with a cheeky grin. “If you want me to show you how much I want you, then I’m taking my time baby. We’re doing this right. On the bed. Me and you.”

Indeed your mate gently deposited you onto the large four poster bed, the mattress feeling soft and firm underneath you as you and Azriel dripped water all over the cotton sheets. He paid no mind to it as he hovered over you, pressing his wet, glistening, sculpted by the gods body against yours. 

Azriel kissed you gently and took his time worshipping every inch of your body. He kissed, nipped, and sucked hot trails all over your neck, throat, breasts, thighs, knees, and ankles. Your mate made sure to litter your skin with his marks and bites until every surface was thoroughly covered. 

He circled back and settled against you, his lips brushing the shell of your pointed ear. “You’re mine, baby. My beautiful mate. You belong to me and I belong to you.” 

You caressed his cheek and pressed your lips against his. Azriel deepened the kiss and it felt like the two of you were trying to crawl into each other’s skin. He hiked your leg up, kissing the side of your knee before he slid inside you once more. You groaned as you adjusted to the deep angle and Azriel swallowed the sound, intertwining your fingers above your head. His shadows kept your wrists in place as your mate kissed your closed lids. 

You opened your eyes to find his loving gaze staring back. Azriel bared himself to you and sent a burst of his love and affection down the bond. Warmth and light and joy spread through that special connection and you kissed your mate again, smiling as you reciprocated that love right back to him. 

Azriel’s soft breath was warm on your cheek as he rolled his hips, dropping his forehead down to yours as he made love to you. While sex with Azriel was always enjoyable, whether it was rough and kinky or quick and punishing, this type of sex was your favorite. When the two of you set aside the whips and chains and wicked games just to simply enjoy one another. 

Being this vulnerable with Azriel was so deeply intimate and you loved it. Loved him. This kind, caring, patient, sweet, sarcastic, and perfect mate of yours. 

“I love you,” you said in between kisses. “My mate.”

“I love you,” he whispered, repeating the words again and again against your lips. 

His strokes were slow and deliberate, drawing out your pleasure with every thrust of his hips. Azriel made good on his promise to do this right. His shadows released their hold on your wrists and he intertwined your fingers, relishing the way that you wrapped your legs around his waist to take in more of him. Your mate could feel you clenching around him, signaling the approach of your release. Azriel picked up the pace and brought you closer to your orgasm. Your eyelids fluttered close, his name echoing through the walls as you cried out in pleasure. 

“Gods, Az. Right there, baby. I’m so close.” 

The shadowsinger rubbed his thumb against your clit as his shadows played with your sensitive peaks. It wasn’t long before you were clawing at his back and gasping as he hit a particularly sensitive spot within your walls. He could tell by the way that you were writhing that release would claim you soon.

Azriel kissed your temple. “Let go, princess. I’ve got you.”

The tension in your lower abdomen snapped as your orgasm peaked. Your walls clenched around Azriel’s cock as you came. He kept stroking until he couldn’t hold out anymore. He thrust three more times before his own release approached and then he was cumming inside of you, grunting as your pussy milked him dry. The sensation was all too familiar and pleasing, satisfying that innate need to have your mate finishing inside of you. 

You and Azriel fell into a blissful, euphoric heap of sweaty bodies and tangled limbs. Your mate gently pulled out of you, careful not to disturb your sensitive sex before pulling you flush against him. The rapid beating of his heart echoed through your own chest as though you and Azriel were one and the same. His wing wrapped protectively around you and a warm, fuzzy feeling blossomed deep within you.

Home, you thought.

A few minutes passed as you two came down from the high, your cheek resting against Azriel’s solid chest as he stroked your back. The comfortable silence was broken up by the sound of dripping water. Your mate’s gaze landed on the trail of clothes you’d left in the bathroom, which were now in danger of getting wet by all the water gathered at the edge of the marble tub. 

Your lips kicked up into a knowing smile. “You’re dying to clean up, aren’t you?” 

Out of the two of you, Azriel had always been the clean and organized one to the point where it was almost obsessive. You faintly recalled teasing him about color coding his socks and underwear during your first few years of being a mated couple. Post coitus pleasure aside, you knew the mess had to be killing him inside. 

Azriel smiled sheepishly, which only made you chuckle. “Go for it, baby. I know you won’t be able to turn in for the night until you return everything to its rightful place,” you kissed his shoulder and playfully nipped at his skin. “My only request is that you do so naked. I like a good view.”

Your mate grinned. “My devious little mate.” Azriel gently pried himself out of bed, kissing the top of your head and indeed providing you with the best view in Prythian. "Your wish is my command."

You sighed dreamily as you blatantly ogled your mate’s backside. As Azriel turned around to shoot you a cheeky little wink, there was only one thought floating through your blissed out mind.

You were one lucky fucking female.

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[crinkle-eyed-boo]

Here’s the thing that makes no sense about the Louis hates One Direction narrative that solos try to purport: Not does Louis include two 1D songs in his setlist when he now has a catalog that could easily fill a setlist without them, but he sat down with his music director and REARRANGED THEM to fit his solo style, from the vocals to the instrumentals.

That takes a lot of thought and effort like those arrangements of Night Changes and WDBHG just didn’t appear, you know? And while Night Changes was a single known to the general public, WDBHG was not. That was Louis thoughtfully looking at their catalog and being like this one (not even written by him) is a banger. I want it in my show.

No amount of wearing or not wearing a hat will change that, especially when it’s not in his show style to put things on, ESPECIALLY when we ALL KNOW how vain he is when it comes to his hair.

One band One dream ONE DIRECTION. THE END.

[florencewellch]

Gonna be honest I don't like this narrative that the fandom has adopted that Taylor didn't go out much/didnt post much on social media, because Joe didn't let her or that every vault song wasn't released in the original album because SB didn't let her

[moranbarry]

[mooniekive]

Not gonna lie my enthusiasm dropped when I saw the track list

[midnightsgetawaycar]

Sorry for the upcoming rant but I really need people to stop shaming people who record any part of a concert and share it with others. A lot of people weren't able to get tickets for the era's tour, and while I'm fortunate enough to have tickets for an upcoming date, watching the first night live because of multiple amazing people who streamed it made my entire week. Those posting the different songs, are giving me the ability to hear the live versions of songs that have never been performed before, and some she's not going to play again during the tour. Some of the songs on the set list being my favourite songs. It's one thing if the person is being rude while filming, but if they're just minding their own business in the seats that they purchased and aren't bothering anyone, why are you, someone who's not even a fan so fucking bothered? So bothered, you feel the need to post about it and shame others. Stop judging others for wanting to share the joy of these songs that mean so much to people. You can enjoy a show and film it at the same time. I'm planning on recording a few of my favourite songs. The songs that have gotten me through the shit year that I've had. Like I'm sorry that I'm going to record a song that I quoted in my grandpa's eulogy. Sorry that it's going to bother you, someone who doesn't even care about her music and the connections fans have with the songs.

Honestly, let people be fucking happy, and let people decide how they want to experience something.

[hl-obsessed]

we talk more often about reunion this days so: your dream set list at 1D reunion tour let's goo

[harrylights]

mutuals can one of u drive over here :/ i need a ride to michael’s again

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

when i first heard walls i felt so mindfucked bc i kept expecting louis's solo to end. and when i realized it was never going to i truly experienced a tiny bit of euphoria every single time

[merinelsa]

Little Things 

[denniroma]

Esta parte duele cañón

[delicatepointofview]

there's no one that can match harry's love for one direction and i think that's beautiful

[sunfloweroferoda]

I left all my emotions on Long Way Down today. It's such a great piece of art. The melody, the lyric itself is so heartbreaking to me. It talks about the pain you feel when you you realize how much someone or something means to you, only to lose it. About the struggle and impossibility of forgiveness, the fall of everything they've built together.

And it's about the band itself.

This song is about how far they've come and now it's over, there's no way it'll work out anymore. They worked hard to create One Direction, but somehow things went wrong, plans went down in flames-passion, that got too overwhelming; they drowned in their ocean-various emotions that made them burn out, and caused their 'ship to sink'. They couldn't make it to the destination, to the other side of the 'ocean'. Turning away from that live they had and finding a new way of living is hard and will take some time to get used to, so it was a very Long Way Down...

[why-the-heck-not]

12-year-old me                   22-year-old me

                              🤝

                        harry styles

[joyridingmp3]

interesting show. nice to hear songs that i've listened to for the last 6ish years live. was weird seeing him and his tattoos and outfits doing his little dances in the flesh because im so used to having seen him through my computer or phone for the last decade. felt surreal. harry picked up the rainbow and trans flags which i know he does like at every show but as someone who had otra harry rainbow flag as their phone bg before they were out to anyone it meant a lot to see it in person. kiwi and tpwk went off!!!! wish he did medicine but was still cool! idk though... he's lovely and kind but i felt like he didnt have the stage presence i expected. it felt very like....rehearsed and inauthentic and obviously manufactured (as youd expect most artists to be). but it's almost like you could see him saying to himself "you're on stage, don't forget to smile all the time because the cameras are watching" and things like "okay. now i'm going to do or say this so that everyone thinks x of me'" which like is fine and i'm obviously not hating someone who wants to be perceived well. esp with today's culture. he has done so much for me these last almost 10 years. but it didn't feel genuine and it's hard to even explain how you could Feel that, but i could. overall still a really cool show! but just different to what i anticipated i guess which is fine. very full circle moment though. i have no idea who daryl is though but everyone seemed to enjoy whatever all that was. never heard that song. the live guitar was INSANE though i was starstruck!! couldn't help but look at the crowd and the stage and hear the music and think to myself like 'i have to do this. i have to'