Fics like The Shape of Letting Go

Louis lets out an annoyed laugh. “Well, that’s how things work when lives depend on you. When you're 30,000 feet in the air, control is the only thing that matters.” His words hang heavy in the quiet studio. Harry doesn’t react to the outburst. Stepping closer, he rests his hands lightly on the edge of the wheel. “Clay doesn’t work like a cockpit, Captain.” Louis looks down, his focus landing on a dried splash of mud on the tip of his worn black trainers. “So I've gathered. ” Harry studies him, thoughtful, as if he's searching for something. “You’re trying to make it perfect.” Louis shrugs, his shoulders visibly tense. “What’s wrong with that?” Harry picks up the ruined clump and drops it back at the center of the wheel with a thud. “Nothing,” he says softly. He flicks a little water on the clay, hands working to smooth out lumps and rough edges until there's nothing but a wet mound waiting to be molded. “Except that’s not how pottery works.” Prompt 37: (Louis) is retiring and signs up for a pottery class. It's not going well after the first few classes. Can the instructor help him learn to let go and get a little messy?

Fics like The Shape of Letting Go

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