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We like to celebrate love in all forms. Love is love and we believe that love is something that should be celebrated with open arms.

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thank you everyone for a lovely flashfic friday!

i love you all and all your prompts were so creative. it was a pleasure to write for you.

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Louis gets high with Zayn and he cant stop talking about how good his and harry’s sex life is

"You ever seen a porno that was too good to be true? Like you fucking know that shit was scripted?" Louis drawls, rolls his head back against the side of the bean bag.

"Yeah, most of them. Have you ever seen a Pizza Delivery guy you actually wanted to fuck?" Zayn asks around the tip of the blunt, inhaling slow and holding it. "Or like, no fucking prep? No ones asshole is that wet."

"I'm not talking about that shit." Louis huffs, annoyed, but he still reaches for the weed when it's passed over. "I mean like, orgasms that were just too fucking good. Or like, someone's body just doing something and you know that shit is natural."

"Okay, sure." Zayn is a little too high to worry where this is going. Sometimes it's nice to just be baked and let Louis ramble. He is a yapper when he's got some good kush in him.

"That's what it's like for me and Haz, like every time. I thought it'd get boring, you know? Few years and we'd be comfortable in the same rotation of positions." Louis continues on, waving his hand around and trailing smoke. "But then this guy fucking goes and does a tantric yoga class in LA and now he thinks he can fuck my brain. Like literally. And you know what? It kind of worked."

"Like a dick lobotomy." Zayn murmurs to himself, can't help but to giggle.

"Or like, I don't know, he does this thing where he clenches down and it like fucking pulses. Like he's over there doing kegels on my knob, you know? And I can't fucking breathe." Louis ignores the comment, continuing further. "You ever had your cock milked like that? Because that's what it feels like. And then he just keeps it up the whole time. Can barely thrust because he's doing all the fucking work and he's not even moving his ass."

"Sounds exhausting." Zayn can imagine Harry - pretty pilates princess Harry - doing fucking pelvic floor exercises so he stays tight for his boyfriend. That sounds about right.

"But that's the thing though, he never gets tired. Like, he'll be basically passed out after a marathon session and if I so much as start touching on him, he'll just flop is legs open. Let me have at him. We spent a whole day, a whole twenty four fucking hours with me inside of him in some way or another. Like dick stays in until it's hard again type shit. And when I tell you, he was a champ." Louis whistles low, giving a shake of his head. "Deserved a fucking world cup for that."

"A FIFA cup?" Zayn perks his head up at that. "What would it stand for?"

"What?" Louis tunes into Zayn thin, mumbling around the end of the joint. "What are you on about?"

"FIFA World Cup. That's what you said. But what would it stand for?" Zayn asks, lifts his hand to start smelling the letters in the air. "Fucking In For America? Fornicate It For All? Future Is For Ass?"

"No, that's shite." Louis shakes his head, raising his own hand. "First In Fucking Ass. Like he got first place?"

"Favorite In For Always." Zayn snaps his fingers. "Cause he's your favorite to be in?"

"Not bad no bad." Louis only cringes a little. "He might hate that though."

"Will he though? I mean, it's Harry. You put a Burger King crown on his head one day and called him your queen and he cried." Zayn squints over at Louis. "He's easily pleased."

"He also blew me in that Burger King bathroom." Louis gloats, shifts around as that wide grin comes back. "Kept the crown on too."

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Anything relating to this would be to DIE for: https://www.tumblr.com/thedevilinmybrain/725031203245375488/hey-jen-its-3-going-on-4-am-here-so-bare-w-me

(this is so cute, if i do say so myself)

Louis lounges back against the bench, one heel up beside him, legs spread wide. It gives him the perfect angle to watch the English Building, the one whose just let out a series of classes, and students come trailing out in little groups. Louis doesn't care about the freshmen, the group of hippie sophmores, the few jocks who come out in letter man's jackets, looking as confused as they did tis morning. He isn't even listening to the lads chattering around him, he's just watching - waiting. Until finally, fucking finally, he sees a tousle of familiar curls.

And what a sight he is. Harry has on one of those little pleated, tennis dresses today, the ones that cling to his body and have tiny shorts under them. He's a classy boy though, and he's paired it with an oversized cardigan, little loafers and white socks. Looks like a rich boy's dream. Like you could pluck him up and put him right in the Hamptons, even down to his little quiet luxury tote bag.

"Oi, Tomlinson!" Louis calls out, doesn't shout to scare him but more coos in the way you might try to entice a stray cat.

Harry blatantly ignores him, pauses just beside the grass to place a stylish pair of black, plastic sunglasses on his nose, tossing his curls back. But he does it right to the side of Louis' bench, far enough away it doesn't look like they're together, but still near enough that Louis can see the way the little skirt brushes dangerously short in the back. And god, he fucking loves Harry's thighs.

"Aw, come on pretty boy. Don't ignore me." Louis leans forward, whistling low. "You're looking real nice today, Tomlinson. Love that color on you."

"I told you to stop calling me that." Harry can't ignore a compliment, rotating on his heel and sticking his hip out as he stares at Louis over the rim of those little sunglasses. "That's not my name."

"Well no, not yet." Louis ignores the soft cackles of his friends, getting to his feet instead so he can crowd into Harry, all wide grin and charming eyes. "But if you'd give me a chance, I think you're really going to warm up to it."

"Oh you think so?" Harry leans into Louis, places his manicured hand right on the skull of Louis' Metallica t-shirt. "Really? You think I will?"

"Sure, baby. Of course." Louis nods his head, catching the sweet scent of Harry's peach lip gloss he's so close. "You know I do."

"You want me to be your girl?" Harry's nails scratch a little at Louis' chest through his shirt, just a hint of a tease and bite. He's like hard candy, sour and sweet, and god does Louis want to get his mouth on him.Their little game is ruined a moment later when Harry's sweet little grin drops, his whole cupid's bow curving in a scowl.

"Then I guess you'd better learn my name first."

He goes to shove Louis away, turning back towards the sidewalk, but Louis catches is hand, stalling him.

"I do know your name. You just don't know your name." Louis teases, walks his fingers along Harry's forearm. "Come on, Harry Tomlinson? It's got a nice ring to it. I'll even give you a nice ring with it!"

"You are just never going to give up, are you?" Harry lets out an exasperated laugh, but he doesn't sound annoyed, more flattered than anything. He also doesn't yank away from Louis either, lets himself be drawn closer, guided by Louis' warm grip on his arm.

"On our love?" Louis leans in, bold as brass when he kisses Harry's cheek. "Not a chance."

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louis and harry do a little groupie roleplay 👀

The rule is, this isn't no 1970s. Louis can't even imagine Harry as some under aged groupie in tight denim and no curfew. He has little sisters for christ's sake. So the age thing is easily established, but good god, does Harry play the role well. He's got on a pair of skin tight jeans, a little cropped 1D t-shirt that only has Louis on it - has to keep up appearances - and he's kneeling on the carpeted floor of the bus with his big green eyes, so fucking eager.

"You're so talented, Louis." Harry sighs, fiddles with his fingers before him, like he's shy. "Just your voice. It's so good."

"You really think so?" Louis raises a brow, reaching a hand forward to gently stroke over Harry's curls.

"Oh yeah. You're just like, so amazing. I mean, the whole band is but you-" Here, Harry nuzzles into Louis' touch, fluttering his eyelashes up at Louis. He's got glitter on his lids, a pretty gold that shimmers in the dim light. Makes his eyes so pretty when he looks up at Louis, whispering.

"You've always been my favorite."

"You're so sweet, doll." Louis grins, scoots down a little on the couch, spreads his knees wider. "You really like me that much?"

"Of course I do." Harry sighs, rocks forward on his knees, eager. "I really mean it."

"I think I have something else you might like," Louis' free hand comes up to stroke over the hardening outline of his cock through his trackies. "Can I show it to you?"

"Uh huh." Harry nods, dumb and willing and already opening his mouth.

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prompt idea: harry gets very clingry (and horny) when he gets high. which is why its not ideal that he is in the join rotation alongside louis’ friends

"Baby. Baaaby." Harry sighs, looping an arm around Louis' waist and leaning his cheek on Louis' shoulder. "Baby, why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm not ignoring you, love." Louis laughs, turning his head to peck a soft kiss to Harry's forehead. "I'm helping Stan load the bowl."

"Oh." Harry blinks a few times, confused, before he giggles. "But you don't know how to cook?"

"The bowl on the pipe, babe." Louis laughs, shaking his head. "You good?"

"I'm good. So so good." Harry sighs, leans in to kiss over Louis' jaw. He likes the feel of his stubble on his lips, Harry dragging his mouth back and forth a little, giving the sharp cut of Louis' jaw a little nip. "You like your good boy, don't you? You like me good for you."

"Easy there, tiger." Louis laughs, leaning his head away. "Remember, we are hanging out here for a while, right? You wanted to chill with everyone. You said you could do it."

"I do." Harry nods, wants to be believed so he bats his eyelashes at Louis. "I'm your cool boy. I am just chillin'. Totally chill, call be Mr. Freeze because I'm icy cold."

"God, you're lucky he's hot." Luke huffs, stubbing the end of his cigarette into an ash tray before him. "Because that humor, I'm telling you."

"Oi, be nice." Louis rearranges so Harry can tuck himself under Louis' arm instead, pressing a few more kisses to his temple. "He's just high."

"High and hot. Aren't you Hazza?"

Luke winks at Harry, but all it earns him is Harry turning his face into Louis' neck. He acts like he's shy, which he probably is, but Louis feels Harry bite into his jaw again. And god, Harry is a fucking menace with a little bit of good weed in him. Looks like an angel but as soon as he gets a little high, he's the devil in designer clothes. Turns bratty and needy and has to be right up against Louis, demands kisses and hugs and soft pets over his hair. He's trying so hard to be good right now, Louis can tell, but it's just so hard.

Louis nearly fumbles the pipe when Stan passes it over, but he manages to keep it steady, leaning back from Harry so he can grab up the pipe. The weed is good enough that Louis doesn't want to beat Luke's ass for hitting on his boyfriend, but it's also good enough that Louis wants to feed it down into Harry's lungs.

"Come on baby," Louis waves the pipe a little. "Let's do another round and we can cuddle. You want that, yeah?"

"Mhm." Harry nods, obediently opening his mouth, already expecting Louis to lean in and shotgun him. And god, isn't that a fucking vision.

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x.com/Ellastunes/status/1934691489151635664 Harry mocking Louis for this when they reunite after the match even though he may not have been entirely innocent for Louis' state during a charity match.

"You really missed your calling," Harry drawls, spreads his legs as Louis makes his way onto the bed, shedding his towel.

"I wasn't good enough to go pro, love." Louis murmurs, pecks a few kisses along the soft skin to the left of Harry's knee. "You're very sweet for saying that though."

"Oh no, love. I wasn't talking about footie." Harry hums, still watching his husband inch up his body. "I think you'd be great to work for the post."

"For the post?" Louis pauses, his tongue dragging over the cursive L hidden on Harry's upper thigh.

"Yeah, you're just so comfortable showing off your package." Harry smirks, barely containing his glee at his own joke. "I think you really could have done something with that."

"You're cheeky." Louis bites own, tugs hard on the skin, enough for it to smite.

"Mm, I am. But you can't deny it." Harry murmurs, fingers sliding along the hem of his t-shirt. "The photos are all over twitter."

"It was a charity match, Harold." Louis rolls his eyes, but he still keeps worrying Harry's skin between his teeth.

"And you were so charitable. Raised so much money." Harry sighs, tipping his head back into the pillows. "And you filled a whole nation's spank bank for months."

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Not sure if i'm out of the 20 but the medieval one inspired me 😄 (loving these fridays!!)

My prompt is omega Harry is the prince(ss) of the kingdom, needs to be married off to a respectable candidate (preferably alpha because of societal norms) so the queen holds a knight tournament in which his best friend, Louis, who is a beta and being secretly in love with H for years is the surprise of the tournament, beating out alphas with the power of pure jelaousy and love of course 😏

"Who is that?" Harry bats his fan towards his face, hiding behind the lace so it's not as obvious when he hisses at Niall.

"I don't know. He's not on the roster." Niall has a piece of parchment in front of him with all the competitors, but the knight with the blue flag isn't on there. "A last minute entry? Maybe a prince from far off who couldn't give word he was coming?"

"He just bested Sir Isaac and Sir Gerald. Two of the mostly highly bet on contenders." Liam hisses, leaning in between them from his place a row up. "He only has to best Sir George now, and look at him, he's not even panting."

Harry does look, lets his gaze slide over the length of the field where the knight is leaning, talking to Zayn. It seems the other man was assigned as his aide for the match, holding the knights water and his banner when the man competes. Harry has been studying his form. He's not the largest knight, no brawler like Sir Aaron or Lord Titus. No, this knight is quicker on his feet, uses stealth and speed to aim in his attacks. He's a powerhouse because of how well he moves, his foot work nearly impeccable, and Harry has to admit even though he hasn't seen the knight's face - he's impressed.

"I bet he's handsome. No one has skill like that isn't at least a little handsome," Liam sighs, gently pulls on one of Harry's curls. "How are you always so lucky?"

"I'm being auctioned off like a prize pig at market," Harry tuts, leaning forward as the last two knights take their place. "I don't think there is anything to be jealous of."

The last competition is sword play, and that's really what it is. Sir George is a burly man in is late fifties that excels at wrestling and jousting, but he's slower in sword. The blue knight fights like a man with the devil on his heels, sliding and swinging his sword like it's an extension of himself. He doesn't aim high, instead he cuts across Sir George's thigh, down across his flank, knocks his knee out from him. It's not even a long battle, but it is an intense one, especially when Sir George catches the knight in the head, sending him reeling back for a moment. But it proves useless. The blue knight swings a kick to the back of Sir George, sending the towering man into the mud, pinning him there at the end of his sword.

"We have our champion!" The king roars in excitement, standing up and clapping his large hands. He's not even that worried that he's just signed his only heir off to someone. No, the king loves a good fight. "Come here and show the kingdom the face of a true warrior!"

The knight bows low to the king, but he doesn't go towards the center stage. Instead, he veers off to the left, and comes to stand before Harry. Throwing his arm across himself, he bows low, head almost to his knees, and when he raises up again - he removes his helmet. Behind the shiny silver and blue sash, Louis' sweaty and pink face rises up with a grin, panting a little from the exertion of winning another fight.

Harry drops his fan, gasping, as Louis approaches the small fence separating the stage from the grounds. He looks so triumphant and his scent wafts over Harry, smelling sharply like pine and citrus.

"Highness," Louis murmurs, holding out his hand, "Would you do be the upmost honor of becoming my wife? Or shall I best another hundred men?"

"One hundred is fine." Harry murmurs, already reaching out.

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This made my stomach swoop🥰💞😍

they're so cute. i know this fandom is so specific about what you can write for 'baby boyfriends' but i don't mind sprinkling a little cuteness in there. they deserve it!

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your teacher au piece just reminded me of this post : tumblr.com/littlefreakbuckley/674355725945995264?source=share As for my prompt, medieval fantasy au: knight louis and prince harry on the run from a powerful ennemy having invaded the kingdom and won the castle, now wishing to claim the prince as his 👀

(oh my god, that post is perfecttt. PE teacher louis is so smart)

Louis has never been this high up in the castle, never through those ornate doors and into the royal chambers. He's never been worthy, has never been elevated to such a status that would allow him entry, but the kingdom has fallen. There is still enemies on the horizon, doom at their doorstep, but for a brief moment - they are safe.

The door swings shut on silent hinges and Louis lets himself take it all in. The bedroom is decorated in fine, green linens with long white curtains hanging from the ornate four poster in the center of the room. There are a few chairs in here too, embroidered in gold, sat around a little side table with a cask of wine on it, two glasses. It's a room fit for a royal, for a king, but it's not a king that's in there. Not yet.

Harry stands over by the balcony doors, staring out through the glass down at the city below. There are fires burning in the homes of the commoners, guards on the walls, everything looking small and warm an so very far away. Louis knows that not too long ago they were down there among them, securing the castle, making sure the wounded were taken care of, that safeties were in place - but now it is just them. The two of them, high up above it all.

"Your highness," Louis murmurs, is afraid to raise his voice in this cathedral of a room.

"Sir Louis." Harry turns his head, just slightly, enough to flash a small dimple. He's out of his gown, the one he's been wearing on the road, freshly bathed by evidence of his wet curls down his back.

"Did I disturb you?" Louis leans his sword against the wall, happy to finally be rid of the weight of it. It's close enough he can reach it if he needs it though, still has a dagger in his boot too.

"No." Harry's robe is a deep burgundy, edged in gold inlay with filigree along the edge. It looks heavy, hangs long on him. When he turns, Louis takes in the way the ties are loose, cord hanging far past Harry's waist, down along his thighs. His chest peaks out through the collar, down and down, until Louis can just barely see the hint of his navel.

"Harry-" Louis murmurs, forgets his place and Harry's mantle, but it's hard when Harry's crown is on the side table, forgotten, removed with a purpose.

"We're alone now." Harry gestures towards the closed door, the balcony tight. "Everyone is safe."

"We are." Louis agrees, keeps moving forward until he's close enough to Harry to smell the sweet oil that he must have used in his bath. His skin is so soft, cheek like satin when the back of Louis' fingers caress over it.

"Please," Harry's eyelashes flutter, his ringed hand raising, lays it softly on Louis' chest. "Don't make your prize beg for you."

"My prize?" Louis raises a lone eyebrow, lets his gaze trace down Harry's throat, sees the way he's panting softly.

"You won the kingdom, the castle, and all that comes within it." Harry gasps, lips trembling, but he's too proper to give in - to push. He's going to make Louis do it. Louis the Conqueror. But is it really a conquest if Harry wants to give it up, surrender, and let Louis take him over.

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Harry gets shot trying to protect Louis

"Why would you do that?" Louis gasps, his hands fluttering over Harry's chest, yanking on buttons, on ties, on anything to get to his bare skin. "Why would you fucking do that?"

"Anything to protect the king," Harry coughs and there is blood on his teeth, over his cupid's bow. He's sprawled out in the back of the van, swaying when Oli takes a corner too sharp. They don't have time for an ambulance, don't have time to wait.

"We have body guards. We have other people." Louis finally manages to rip Harry's shirt open, stares down in horror at the gory hole in his stomach, right off the edge of a butterfly wing. "Why would you move in front of that shot?"

"That was Versace," Harry murmurs, his fingers coming up to touch the hem of his now ruined shirt.

"I don't care what it was. Harry, baby, why would you do that?" Louis can't help repeating himself, holding the wad of gauze down on the wound once Niall hands it over. He knows he needs to press hard, but it causes Harry to scream and he fucking hates that noise.

"Anything for the-" Harry whimpers, turns his face into Louis' shoulder, hiding his tears. "for the-"

"Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare, Harry Styles." Louis hisses through his teeth, holds him that much tighter. "Don't you fucking dare leave me."

"For my king." Harry whimpers, his hands sliding on Louis' shoulders. "My king."

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OMG - I need more Connor and Harry 🥰😍🥰

The cuteness factor is in overdrive!!!!!!!!!

So many questions about Connor and Sebastian with the green eyes 💚 and Louis the architect

Hahaha. I do love a good kid fic. And Louis and his mysterious children. And Harry with his dinosaur facts.

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Nick Grimshaw has always had a thing for Harry. Louis has never liked to share. And he has never been very good at hiding his possessiveness either

"Harry!" Grimnmy calls the minute he gets into the dressing room, arms up and out as he goes in for a hug. Louis sees it the minute it happens. Harry is just too nice, too kind to people, always thinks the best. Nick pulls him and smears a kiss over Harry's cheek and well, Harry lets him. He doesn't linger though Nick's arms make it seem like he'd rather they didn't part, and when Harry pulls back, he does put a few steps between them.

"Hey, mate, how are you?" Harry's been growing his hair out, the curls ghosting along his jawline, touching his shoulders. He looks so pretty at twenty, like a fucking doll come to life. Louis forgets he was even talking to AJ the tech guy and instead immediately goes towards his boyfriend.

"I'm good, good. Happy to be back in the ol' 1D stomping grounds." Nick looks around, takes in the bustle of people coming and going. "What's the plan for tonight? We going out?"

"Nope.." Louis shoulder checks Nick in a way that is probably more aggressive than needed, but well, Louis is a footie player at heart so. He wraps his arm around Harry's waist, one hand on his chin, and draws Harry into a kiss. And this one is a little too much too, a little aggressive, but again - footie.

"We could." Harry tries for charity but Louis isn't charitable. Not with his time and certainly not with his boyfriend.

"We can't, darling." Louis is soft with Harry though, pets a few curls behind his ear and kisses Harry's cheek in that way he likes. "We're off tomorrow."

"So perfect timing then for a late night." Nick tries to interrupt like he's some how still relevant. Louis doesn't care why he's there or what he thinks. Like hell is he going to take Harry anywhere out of Louis' sight.

"Oh, um." Harry bites over his bottom lip. He knows what Louis is implying. Day off tomorrow. Which means a secret rendezvous that Louis has slaved to plan out, has had to beg to make happen. A date which will definitely end up with them in their own hotel suite. Which means wine and good weed and fucking incredible sex.

"I'm sorry Grimmy. If I had known you were going to be here, I would have planned a brunch or something." Harry smiles tight lipped towards Nick, does seem actually sorry, but again - Louis isn't.

"Yeah, sucks mate. Next time, maybe. Probably not but maybe." Louis immediately hooks his fingers through Harry's belt loop, moving them away from Nick and putting a few too many people between them.