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silver dress feels like a cure for @bhficfest

harry/louis | explicit | (very slight) rivals to lovers | pole dancer/baker harry | ballet dancer/boudoir photographer louis | 10k | trans harry

“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” Harry breathes, his eyes wide. Louis just stares at him, mouth hanging open.

It’s been about ten years since Harry last saw the man, and he can see a slight touch of grey to his temples that looks just bloody gorgeous, damn him. Same lithe body and muscular shoulders he can see through the thin grey sweater clinging to his frame. Same fucking blue eyes that Harry had spent so many stupid teenage nights fantasizing about.

“Harry?” Louis finally gets out, like he’s not sure what he’s seeing. He glances behind Harry, as if someone else is about to show up.

“Yeah,” Harry exhales, twisting his mouth wryly. “I didn’t know it was going to be you.”

or, harry’s having trouble feeling himself. louis’ having trouble forgiving himself. they find help in the last place either would expect

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never forget it for @topharryficfest

harry/louis | explicit | childhood friends to lovers | 8k | bi-gender louis | trans harry | t4t

Louis tries, he really does, to keep his eyes from the low dip of Harry’s tank top, but when he breaks and glances down for a moment, he bites the inside of his lip at the sight of beads of sweat pooling in the shadowed spot between Harry’s breasts.

Fuck, she’s hot.

or, harry and louis haven’t seen each other in 20 years. they go for a swim

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it gets dark for @topharryficfest​

harry/louis | explicit | best friends to lovers | drag queen au | 98k | artist harry | poet louis | t4t

“I feel like a pin-up of everything I should be at 27,” Louis confesses after a moment. He glances quickly to Harry, concerned he hasn’t phrased himself properly, but she just nods with empathy. And Louis always forgets, he supposes, how Harry really does understand, even if they’re coming at it from different places. They orbit each other, swimming after associations the other never wanted—they always have, and as Louis stands here biting his lip and feeling overcome by stepping into the costume society expected him to pull on as his everyday skin, he realizes that Harry might be the person who understands that best in the world.

or, harry’s a drag queen and louis’ been in love with her for years. an unexpected ode to femininity, in all of its complexity

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this body for @topharryficfest

harry/louis | explicit | coworkers/casual friends to lovers | 15k | body worship | trans harry

“I guess I’ve pegged myself, though—does that count?”

Nell and Suraiya lean their heads together to confer in exaggerated whispers while Harry tucks one leg behind the other, trying as hard as he can to not vividly imagine hot Louis Tomlinson from work stretched out with a dildo up his ass.

“The information about your self-pleasure is appreciated, but we’re defining pegging as something you receive from someone else,” Suraiya clarifies with an authoritative nod. Harry grins in Louis’ direction and Louis raises his hands in admission. “One day, I’d love to,” he says to a round of encouraging cheers from around the circle.

Harry tries not to choke on his beer when Louis winks at him from across the fire.

or, louis wants to be pegged. harry helps him out

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say yes for @1dwatersportsficfest

harry/louis | say yes to the dress au | explicit | pregnant harry | single mother au | 3k | piss kink | maid of honor harry | trans harry | girl direction

Louis kisses over to the side of Harry’s mouth and licks along her jaw, so that Harry’s digging her nails into Louis’ back, panting as the pace of her fingers quickens.

“Going to get your pretty dress all wet,” Louis hisses, and Harry bites her lip, tilting her head back in delight.

or, harry just wants to be the most supportive maid of honor at his sister’s bridal fitting. his pregnant bladder makes things difficult

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who decides? for @1dfrightficfest

harry | mature | 2k | implied trans harry

“I did it for us,” Harry pants into his knees, gripping her hand with all his strength. “I did it so we’d both survive.” He coughs into a shiver, and can’t tell whether it’s his own hand tightening, or if there’s an answering squeeze. “We were dying,” he sobs, and when he closes his eyes he can see the outline of a cross branded into the back of his mind.

Harry chokes on his next breath.

or, harry spends the night in a field full of bodies. he tries not to think about his own

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take my breath away for @1dkinkfest

harry | explicit | breath-play kink | auto asphyxia | masturbation | exercise-induced orgasms | trans harry | 2.4k

These days, he’s happy to work in ways that feel good for him.

Harry feels a low tightening in his groin as he muscles his way down into a push-up and holds for a moment, letting the burn simmer. He blows out a breath, feeling his biceps trembling, and lets the shiver in his core travel all the way down to his clit.

Lately, he’s been taking the “feel-good” ethos to new heights.

or, harry wants to explore breath-play but choking is a personal trigger. he finds a way around it

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crystal clear for @erodaficfest

mature | 9k | oc’s based on adore you music video | trans non-binary character | genderqueer character

Moss, rock, and algae blend together as Bilal paws forward, grasping at slick wet earth, skinning their knees on slices of shells hidden in treacherous cracks. The rain is whirling their poncho up around their hips, letting icy wind in to bite angry welts into their hips. The stranger moves swiftly over the hill, with far more grace than Bilal can believe possible, and they trip in their haste to keep up with her, still unsure where she’s taking them.

Lightning and thunder split the sky together, and Bilal shivers violently, hurrying forward as fast as they can.

or, a fisher searching for lobsters and an exile hoping to protect them are thrown together in a storm. tangled thoughts on crustaceans, immigration, and indigeneity

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old town road for @1dcountryfest

harry/lil nas x | all audiences | cottagecore au | retired art teacher harry | retired barber montero | 5k | non-binary harry

“Yeah,” Lily confirmed, pointing at the little stalk connecting the chrysalis to the tree branch. “They eat a bunch and then they curl up in these,” she explained, “like a little worm in a blanket.”

Hannah glanced at Harry, her awed expression widening, and he nodded eagerly back at her.

“Worm in a blanket,” she hummed, eyebrows raised.

“And then,” Lily continued, gesturing, “they sleep for a bit and when they wake up and come out of the blanket, they look a little different than they used to. All pretty and shiny. But they’re still the same bug from before.”

Harry rested a gentle hand on Hannah’s shoulder as she gazed at the cocoon in wonder.

“Is that why you have a butterfly on your tummy?”

or, montero’s new in town and harry’s taking his grandkids out for a trip to the arboretum. loosely inspired by old town road. a day in the life for an upcoming cottagecore au

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