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[awesomefringey]

Danger I Can’t Hide by CelticSky

Summary:

“Don’t,” Tomlinson’s voice was low, gravelled, hiding out in the night where only Styles could hear it. “Stop it. Calm down. You can’t do anything.”

Styles’ chest heaved. Tomlinson had him pinned against the wall, his forearm strong against his ribs. The night air crackled around them and all he could hear was the overlap of their breath, desperation, exquisite need and pain and desire and longing and lingering resistance.

He couldn’t take his eyes from Tomlinson’s lips. The way they fell open to expel air against Harry’s jaw. His tongue darting out to wet them between desperate words, making them glisten in what little light there was. His eyes were lidded and unseeing as he himself looked down to stare at Styles’ mouth.

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Flying Officer Styles and Sergeant Tomlinson would have likely never crossed paths in a time of peace, their lives laid out neatly, predictably before them.

But then the world became unrecognisable. Too soon they grew accustomed to fear, surrounded by death and destruction, not even their freedom a certainty any more.

Until they found eachother.

Comfort. Companionship. Understanding.

Another person to lose.

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Words: 227,290 Chapters: 23/23

[youflower-youfeast28]

"Didn't die today, sir?"

"Didn't die today, Tomlinson."

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For once you tasted flight, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.

[iamasphodelknox]

Title: All That You Are Author: asphodelknox Rating: Mature Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Word count: 40k Summary: Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson meet on a civilian boat, taking them home after their rescue from Dunkirk. Harry is won over by Louis’s smile and his plea to write letters but would never guess the long stretch of war would give him something he never imagined could be his.

Written for the 2018 Flicker Fic Fest! Based on Since We’re Alone.

[pyrthcamelot]

Drop Thy still dews of quietness

Till all our strivings cease

Take from our souls the strain and stress

And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of Thy peace

Breathe through the heats of our desire

Thy coolness and Thy balm

Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire

Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire

O still, small voice of calm

// Eulogy for Dunkirk //

[mediawhorefics]

Tired Tired Sea

 by MediaWhore

FAIR ISLE, SCOTLAND. 

“Did you not research the place before you picked us for your…” Louis hesitates, words like holiday on the tip of his tongue. It’s what Harry used earlier, but it didn’t seem quite right. “Your… retreat?” he finally settles for. The way Harry’s body stiffens slightly confirms it.

He shrugs, looking down.“Not really,” he admits. “Just googled ‘most remote place in the UK’ to be honest. And this was the result.”

Louis smiles, a little sadly, at the sight of this tall man and the shadow clearly hanging over his head. “Yeah,” he agrees, voice more raspy than usual. He clears his throat. “That’s us.”

Harry smiles, polite as he fiddles with his room key.

“You really wanted to be far away, uh,” Louis comments gently.

Harry stops moving, stops playing with the keys, and he looks back up, straight into Louis’ eyes. “Is that what you wanted?” he asks and on someone else’s lips, it would sound accusatory. Louis has many distant relatives who have thought similarly and have told him off for it, so he’s intimately familiar with the way his self-imposed exile can be perceived. “Is that why you left England and moved here? Because you wanted to be far away?”

It almost sounds like he’s asking permission to feel this way, like he needs someone to understand and relate, like he’s the loneliest person in the world who came to the loneliest place in the world to fix it. It’s almost enough to make Louis lie, to make him agree with Harry just to make him feel better.

“No,” he says softly. “I wasn’t running away from home. I was running towards it.”

Harry’s eyelids flutter as he looks back down for a second. “I understand.” He turns slightly to face his bedroom door, pushing the key into the lock and turning it. Once the door is open, he reaches down to grab his bag, putting one strap over his shoulder and giving Louis a side glance. “I didn’t want to be really far away,” he admits softly, “I needed it.”

Then, he vanishes into his room.                          

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter. 

part of the @onedirectionbigbang // pairing: harry/louis // wordcount: 113k // rating: M // read on AO3 // art by @harrehleh // Spotify playlist 

[youflower-youfeast28]

rereading for the millionth time 🫶🌊✉️