#soft larents

[halos-little-freak]

They kiss and stuff

[rainbowsuffice1]

I'm having a larry breakdown. So this whole day is going to be spent scrolling tumblr, spam reposting, watching youtube videos and ofcourse reading cute fics. Did I say some crying and tissues would be involved too?

[jaywriteshome]

Oh, I’m not doing okay

[shealwaysreads]

Quarry

Quarry

One that is sought or pursued.

Laurent ran. 

A branch caught his cheek, a stinging slap, and he raised his hand to check for blood.

None. Just sweat. 

Even in the shade of the forest the Akielon summer heat simmered. 

He strained his ears to listen for pursuit, but all he could hear was his own thumping footfalls and breathless pants.

It was a game, but all of Laurent’s games played on the edge of a knife, adrenaline made his hands tremble and his heart wild. It was unfamiliar ground, he’d caught sight of maps, but when he’d first fled he had run wildly and veered from any paths that he encountered. Harder to find the prey that took the unlikely route. 

Laurent ran. 

It felt like he had been racing for hours, but it couldn’t have been longer than twenty minutes. He wished for a flask of water, but all of his supplies had been left with his horse, far behind.

A crack—a twig snapping underfoot—brought him to a standstill. It hadn’t been him. Someone was there. He looked around him, eyes darting between the trees, but he saw no-one. 

He was still alone, he still had time. 

He heaved a deep breath and pushed his aching muscles into a run again, trees flashed past him, and he tripped—just for a moment his balance was lost, his body tilted wildly—and then caught himself upright. 

No sooner was he sure of his footing than a sudden, bruising, impact threw him into the air. Arms wrapped around him, hard, and he was borne to the ground.

“Brute.”

Above him, Damen was a heavy weight, his brows furrowed

“A Veretian, on Akielon crown land. Risky.”

Damen had learned by now the strange ways Laurent enjoyed to play; he sank into facets of himself instead of playing a character—like Laurent tended to—but it was enough for Laurent. Enough to let him ignore the careful hand Damen had put behind his head as he tackled him to the earth.

“I was just walking.” Shrugging was difficult while laid flat and restrained.

“You were running.”

Laurent grit his teeth, tested his ability to move—almost nil, he had fallen inelegantly and Damen had the mass to hold him down.

“You were chasing me.”

Damen smiled, cocked his head, and shifted his hand behind Laurent’s head to grip his hair in a tight first.

“A man only runs if he’s guilty.”

Laurent slowly yielded to the pressure Damen exerted, tilting his head back, raising his chin, exposing his throat.

“Then what were you doing out here?” 

Damen leaned up on his elbow, and between one blink and the next, Laurent felt a blade in the soft hollow at the base of his throat, Damen’s free hand grasping the blade with casual familiarity.

“I was hunting.”

“You hunt with a dagger? What a strange people, you Akielons.”

The point of the knife pressed down, not with force from above, but because Damen had loosened his hold enough to let gravity press the honed point into Laurent’s skin. It was a dull pressure, not the sharp lance of wounding—not yet.

“We hunt boar in these woods, an arrow shot from horseback would do nothing but irritate them. So unlike Veretians, we must risk something to win our prize. We hunt with spears. One man stands firm, and the others drive the boar towards him. A wild boar would impale himself completely at full pace, or gore a man to death.”

“That sounds…imprecise.”

Damen shifted his weight, holding Laurent’s legs down with his own so that he had room to manoeuvre the knife from Laurent’s throat all the way down his body, cutting laces as he went. The dagger was no ceremonial trinket, its blade kissed each thin cord of leather and Larent’s clothes fell to each side of his body.

“I think I’ve managed accuracy today.”

“And yet, no spear. No boar. I’m sorry for your wasted efforts.”

The grip in his hair firmed further still, and Damen lowered himself again. This time Laurent felt the solid heat of him against his hip.

“I think, Veretian, I’ll be able to work with what I’ve got.”

Read it here on Ao3 🖤

Written as part of @captiveprincekinktober for the prompt ‘body hair’

Part of the Such-Like I Love Series

[larrietinder]

Prefer to be called: Chahat (​@chai-hat-tea )

Age: 25

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Demiromantic Asexual

Timezone: IST (GMT +5.30)

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Relationship Status: Single

Favorite Member of 1D: Aaah I’m so bad at choosing/making decisions! I have a soft spot for my Larents but I love all my 5 boys equally ❤️

What are you looking for? Relationship? Casual? Friends?: Friends for now, but I wouldn’t be opposed to something more.

Favorite Color: Dark colours and pastel colours! Predominately blue, green and black.

Favorite Food: Anything vegetarian! As long as it’s tasty, I can eat anything.

Favorite Beverage: Tea at home, coffee/hot chocolate outside, milkshake with food and something water/soft drink based if milkshake sounds heavy

Favorite Season: I loooove winters!!! Even though I get cold really fast :P

Least Favorite Color: Bright and Bling colours usually, but I can appreciate them.

Least Favorite Food: Anything that smells too pungent. Like I’m okay with onion and garlic, but if it’s overpowering the food, I’m not a fan.

Least Favorite Beverage: Alcohol? Is that counted?

Least Favorite Season: Rainy!! Sometimes I can get wet in the rain, but I need to prepare myself. I can’t do it unexpectedly XD

What is attractive to you in a person?

Physically - their voice and how they carry themselves.

Behaviourally - who show they care and repeatedly show they will prioritise me, or show I’m important to them. Also a huge plus if they know something and can talk to me about it without making me feel stupid.

What immediately turns you off of a person?

Self entitled spoilt brat behaviour, being rude to servers, creating a scene for stupid reasons, constantly cutting me off when I’m talking.

What are your red flags that you're guilty of?

I can be moody and throw temper tantrums. Can be passive aggressive sometimes. If you piss me off to great extents, I’ll forget what you mean to me and hurt you as much as you’ve hurt me. Terrible at confrontations. But once I calm down, I get excessively guilty and try my level best to make it up to you.

What red flags make you immediately run?

Commenting about physical aspects (weight, something different), your sense of humour is making fun of others and trying to make people feel stupid.

[monpetithl]

thinking about louis and his curly boys so i doodled a quick thing

[ladychlo]

Still The One.

[colourofmagic]

it was always two hearts in one home <3

[halos-little-freak]

“Where do you want to sit?”

“Next to you, always you”

[alwayslouxhabit]

glad to know harry was getting lots of kisses when he hurt his wrist :))

[cecelinchensworld]

That's so accurate

I've always thought that but could never find the right words to express it

[ifavsicons]

harry x louis layouts !!

yeah larents

[bestlarrie]

larry headers!🧸🧺

like/reblog if you save<3

[hrts4louis]

babie

[louistardust]

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[babyharrylouis]

his :> was fully activated and he said yeah with his whole chest pls they’re so in love