When the sun rose, Louis breathed out a sigh as the heat licked at his skin.
“Morning,” Harry's voice whispered from next to him, cold as always.
Louis blinked his eyes open, watching the man he loved looking back at him. Green moss eyes looked back at Louis. Gone was the trace of the vile monster Baghra mentioned last night. This Harry seemed like the man Louis had his first kiss with, the man he fell for.
Memories from last night came rushing back, every touch as feverish as ever. He sat up, the humiliation of last night already hitting him.
“I expected a greeting, after all, you spent last night begging me —”
Louis snapped his eyes to Harry, he was still lying in between the sheets, naked. An annoyingly attractive smirk on his lips, yet no trace of the bitterness that had laced his voice last night.
“I don't deny my actions,” Louis said carefully, “it should apply to you as well, don’t you think?”
Harry quirked an eyebrow, smirk vanishing slowly.
“We are equals after all.”
“I take pride in what I do,” Harry smiled, eyes flashing gray. “Mostly,” he lowered his voice.
"Do you take pride in killing innocent children, men and women?" Louis scowled.
"Baghra," Harry muttered in frustration and got off the bed.
Part of Louis wanted to pull off the kefta Harry was putting on, to repeat his sin from last night. But part of him reminded him of the truth. The true origins of the Shadow Fold, and the one who created it — Harry.
"She's poisoned your mind with false claims," Harry said as he buttoned up his kefta and walked around the bed, towards Louis.
"Do not," Louis stood up, anger fuming in his bones, "lie to me."
Calling his light, Louis fashioned the blazing ray into a dagger. Harry against the wall, crowding up in his space, the dagger pressed to his neck.
Harry cocked his head, no sign of pain on his face. "Impressive."
Light scorched Harry's skin as Louis pressed the dagger further, skin sizzling as it burned.
"I'm afraid your little dagger won't do me much harm, Moi kotyonok. For I am eternal."
The light dagger sizzled the General's skin to a deep red as Louis pushed it deeper until he couldn't take anymore and pulled away the knife.
"Remember when I asked you if you were scared of me?"
Louis remembered that night very well. It was the first time he had felt safe surrounded by shadows. Except now, those shadows were manipulating, misleading him. Guiding him to a path of eternal darkness where nothing seemed fair.
"I never intended to create the Shadow Fold," Harry confessed, whimpering a little at the burn on his neck as he thumbed the wound. "It was a mistake born out of desperation."
"Desperation for what?" Louis glowered, feeling regret for believing every word the Darkling once said. "You were the most powerful Grisha!"
Harry smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I was," he said, striding up to Louis, entering his personal space. "And I found that fear was more powerful than Grisha science."
Louis took a step back. "What do you mean?"
"The King grew afraid of Grisha, paranoid of what our power meant.” Harry covered the rest of the steps, crowding in against Louis and continued, “Eventually, he decided to imprison all the Grisha. Their only crime?" Harry questioned, his eyes turning black, a mirror of the shadows he commanded. "They were feared."
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Burning through the Shadows (Larry Stylinson)
Фанфик"He's Louis Tomlinson," the General spoke from next to Louis. "The Sun Summoner, moi tsar," the General said, looking at Louis. "He will change the future," the General said, looking at the king and the queen. "Starting now." The General raised his...
