#en writes

[en-scribed]

For us, stars will stop where they are

Word count: 8,349

Louis and Armand find each other again in the midst of the wreckage their lives have become since they parted.

[enullarts]

No thoughts except thinking about someone in the throws of labor, on their knees on a towel, pushing with all their might while moaning and grunting through it and when they feel that telltale burn that the baby is about to crown their eyes go wide with tears as they reach down to gently touch their baby for the first time.

They mumble a shaky hello, they feel around the head, trying not to hurt themself as they do it to attempt to reach every available inch of their child. They tell the baby that they're safe and they have them, they always will before sobbing as another contraction takes hold and more of the baby slowly slowly emerges.

Person A continues their gentle encouragements knowing the baby won't understand but it helps them stay calm.

- Oh baby, there you are, there you are

- I've got you, sweetheart

- oh you're coming, you're cominggg, that's it, love, come out

- oh please come out, i want to see you

their vocalisations become louder as the head reaches its peak and crowns fully and then with a surprised scream the baby's head finally slides free and not too long after so do the shoulders. Person A sits back on their knees and rubs the baby's back until they wail and then pulls them to their chest, sobbing from relief and love

[usagi-alohaoe-enjoyer]

cw: dead dove fanfiction

twincest

underage sex

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

it is aliveeee

soooooo all this mess was partially inspired by the late terzosboyfriend fics with the kid versions of the twins ( my goat forever missed )

I had so much fun writing this one twincest is peak

[archangelgf]

im writing thomaven fluff, dunno if im gonna post it but its happening

[en-scribed]

Summer, winter, or fall (never could I leave you at all)

Word count: 3,956

Louis lets Armand visit him. When the night takes a dangerous turn, he lets Armand do even more.

[en-scribed]

There's a tear in your canvas, darling

Chapter: 1/7 - Distance // Refusal

Word count: 100

Scenes from a separation that will not last very long. For the @loumandmicrofic event.

[en-scribed]

There's a tear in your canvas, darling [4]

Chapter: 4/7 - Smoke // Shatter

Word count: 400

“Did you catch any of his shows?” Louis’ voice piped up from beneath. Armand couldn’t see him through the smoke, which was just as well. He heard the poorly disguised wariness in his voice loud and clear.

For the @loumandmicrofic event.

[en-scribed]

Migrant picker, trouble-minded tin can kicker

Chapter 3/3 - How suddenly the sweetness died

Word count: 18,379

"The Night of Glory is better than a thousand months. That night the angels and the holy spirit descend, by the permission of their Lord, for every decreed matter. It is all peace until the break of dawn." —Al-Qadr 97:3-5

Louis has an idea to help Armand stick closer to the spirit of Ramadan.