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Wilting Lilies and Perfect Roses

Tw: mention of death, flowers aka roses and lilies, anger, abuse of a piano, heavy angst, happy ending though. (Tell me if I missed something).

Janus looked down at his chain and the lily in his hands, then he looked at the roses on his table. He looked back at the lily and took a deep breath and threw those roses onto the floor. Those red roses. He shook and collapsed onto the floor, Virgil…Janus threw his head back and screamed. He sobbed onto the lily, he shook and grabbed the grand piano in his marble room and smashed the keys into the song, his lily’s song. Janus looked at the wilting lily and at those perfect roses. Which one would he choose over the other? It would always be the lilies. If he had a choice, it would always be lilies. If only the perfect lily didn’t wilt. The roses were taking place and the lilies were going, the lilies were dying. The beautiful rose came into Janus’ room and gently removed his hands from the piano. Janus looked at the rose in front of him then looked at the lily in his hand, he looked at the smashed roses on the ground and looked back the rose standing in front of him. It wasn’t perfect. It had some flaws… just like his lily. His wilting lily. Janus let his hands be led away from his room and into the dancing room. The rose led the dance, but the steps were faltering, and Janus stared.

“Please… I want lilies,” Janus whispered his tears filling up his golden eyes. The rose only smiled and bowed and took the golden eyed flower into his arms and danced. Only the rose was too perfect in the dance, there were no mistakes and more importantly it wasn’t a dance that Janus’ had with the lily. The only flower that he would ever truly love.

“Janus… I know you miss Virgil, but you have me now,” the perfect Rose murmured and kissed the knuckles on those pale hands.

“Roses aren’t Lilies,” Janus whimpered and drew his hand back, the thorny beautiful perfect rose frowned and looked into those golden eyes.

“I don’t have to be lily when you can fall in love with roses,” those blood red lips replied, and Janus gave his hand back.

“I will only ever love lilies,” Janus told the ruby rose, “Roses are to perfect.” The rose smiled sadly and the sleeves, neatly trimmed and stainless. The rose got rid of its perfect petals to show the core of its flower, it was ripped, shredded, and stitched together with fine golden thread. It was no where near perfect. Janus looked and thought of his lily. Though of his lily’s skin and thought of his lily’s eyes and thought of his lily’s body and his lily’s smile his lily’s love and finally his dead lily’s kiss. Janus looked back and the rose in front of him, it wasn’t wilting yet but it wasn’t all perfection. It was beautifully flawed, those thorns were softening for him, and Janus let himself be kissed by the rose in front of him. Finally, lilies were only a memory in his mind and all that was left was the lingering of those rose lips on his own gold ones.

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written in the stars (that’s you and me)

22.6k | Explicit | by fackinglouis on ao3/@fackinglouis

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summary:

Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D'you fee that?” he whispers.

To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches as Harry’s lips part and he wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?”

Written for the prompt: Louis is a funny and bratty psychic and Harry is set on proving he’s a scam.

tags:alternate universe, psychic abilities, enemies to friends to lovers, i guess???, journalist harry, even though he just writes fluff pieces, bottom louis, top harry, journalist harry, psychic louis