Lovers Rock Please Do Not Repost

lovers rock please do not repost

which to bury; us or the hatchet?

— ♡ for @princelouisau

happy birthday, danielle! 🤍

don’t repost!

last line challenge

rules: post the last line you wrote (from any wip) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

waaa thank you @falsegoodnight & @thepolourryexpress for tagging me !! haven’t written in awhile but asl;dkflsja :

“Good morning,” Louis greets, lips curled in a suggestion of a smile. “Ah, so are you the one who’s stinking up the place with fish?”

idk who to tag/ who’s already done this,,,, but @mugglemirror @tomlinvelvetfics @persephonelouis !! only if you guys want :’)

those who from the Pit of Hell, roam to seek their prey on earth, a semi-visual fanfic by tomlinvelvet (17k)

1889. Louis Tomlinson is a student at the prestigious Harrow School for Boys, nurturing his passion for forensic medicine under the care of a particularly mysterious and dark teacher, Harry Styles, who has set his main focus on a series of gruesome murders, all of them reflecting the year 1888, when Jack the Ripper went rampant in the poor streets of Whitechapel.

happy halloween!

RUSSIAN TRANSLATION

i made a solo louie version for whoever that wants to do it 🤲

through the wheatfields and the coastlines 

by @thepolourryexpress

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 52k

★ “You’re not from around here, are ya?” Hot Cowboy asks, tracking his little lamb with his eyes. Louis frowns slightly, having thought he was doing pretty well at not sticking out like a sore thumb. It’s not like he’s not from around here — it’s not his first summer he’s spent at his grandparents’. But he supposes that the Manhattan city lifestyle that he’s used to is always going to shine through. “I’m visiting family for the summer,” Louis explains, cheeks a little pink. “Trying to get some work done without distractions.” Or, alternatively, the one where Louis needs inspiration, and a certain cowboy and his lamb are the perfect distraction. ★

written for @bottomlouisficfest