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– heaven in these sheets

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for @brickredtoe

“Bunny wants attention, hm?” Harry murmurs, turning his head and brushing his cheek against Louis’. Louis lets out a pleased noise at the feeling, ear flopping over Harry’s head as the man moves.

“Please,” Louis pouts lightly, scraping his nails gently over Harry’s chest. “C’mon.”

Or, Bunny Hybrid Louis has it out for his boyfriend’s phone.

moodboard by @meet-yourmouth

don't look at this

“How often are you intimate?” Petra asks, peering up over the rim of her glasses as she taps away at her iPad. What she could be writing down, Louis doesn’t know.

“Intimate?” Louis hesitates, shifting on the settee nervously. Next to him, Harry doesn’t even blink as he absently toys with a leaf plant potted beside them.

She frowns, nails immediately clicking against the screen. Great. Now she’s judging Louis’ sex life. He can see the notes now.

“How often do you have sex?” She clarifies as if Louis doesn’t know what getting intimate with each other means. He knows what it means; he's just failed to realize that couples counseling meant discussing everything – including their sex life.

And lack thereof, of course.

Louis frowns. “Last month,” he says at the same time Harry answers, “last week.” Petra just raises an eyebrow, glancing between the couple curiously.

“Last week,” Harry repeats firmly, sparing a brief look at Louis before he’s stretching out comfortably and aiming his gaze at Petra. “He’s erasing it from his memory because I called him a slut and he threw a fit.”

Louis’ neck snaps to look at him, mouth gaping open.

Harry shrugs, extending his arm over the back of the couch. “Endearingly, though. It was endearing.”

“In what world is the word ‘slut’ meant to be endearing?” Louis asks, perplexed.

“See what I mean, Petra? Here he goes again,” Harry grumbles. “Something always has to be bothering you.”

Louis fish-mouths, twisting his body to completely face the man. “You called me a slut!”

“When you’re on your knees, gagging for my–” Harry pauses, glancing towards Petra and likely recalling she’s still in the room with them. He’s too good at this, Louis thinks. “Of course I’m going to call you a slut. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you any less.”

Louis swallows.

prompt #36: hitman/spy louis for LouieArtFest

so let this be your comfort (10/?)

as requested by @theelectronicbrain​ 

not taking any requests at the moment, apologies 

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Memory of a Dream

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Harry hums. “Why else do you think I brought you here? It's our places now," the alpha smiles, gentle. "Have you always lived with your godmothers?”

He nods, gazing at the leaves as the breeze comes to ruffle them. “As long as I can remember. And if you’re wondering what happened to my parents, I don’t really know. Apparently they died when I was still a baby.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry tentatively reaches over to put his arm around him; he doesn’t protest. Instead, he snuggles closer and closes his eyes.

There seems to be a barrier between them, or some kind of deep gulf that can’t be crossed. He feels it right now even though he’s never been so close to Harry before. Harry’s entire body is kissing his curves, in a place remote from everything; and yet… and yet he can’t connect with Harry. Maybe it is for the best — getting attached to somebody he can’t have sounds like torture. At one point, Harry moves so that he is sitting right behind Louis, allowing for the omega to lean against the alpha’s chest; it feels good, he feels safe. He is succumbing to illusions; he will get hurt.

Somewhere behind them, a raven croaks.

OR; a Sleeping Beauty AU.

written for @onedirectionbigbang

beautiful artwork by @brickredtoe