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Prompt #22: louis as a woodland fairy having a little tea party!

hey I'm part of the Louie art fest and I'm just double checking: so on my posting date I can post any time that day, tag it with #LouieArtFest and that's it or is there more? (its my first art fest and im nervous-cited!)

Hello!! Yes thats it! You can post it anywhere you like either twitter or tumblr or even both! Yay im so glad you’re participating thank you🥺 cant wait to see your piece😆💗

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“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.

Louis’ mullet living it’s best life in the airport!! thank you @brickredtoe for the colour palette inspo!! :D

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