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Hi! Do you know any fics like this? I feel like it would be such a good concept😅😅

LOL! @daisiesonafield-blog just sent that to the GC.

You can look in my masterpost under “F” for fake relationships and for fake marriage.

But for basically exactly that scenario, you should try this one:

Sail away with me by Star_Henderson / @tommosgun (E, 47K)

“It’s inhumane putting four blokes in one cabin.” Louis stripped off and climbed up into his top bunk. “And why did we get the smelliest twat on the whole ship and bore of the century?”

Harry shrugged. “We clearly pissed someone off along the way.”

Louis snorted softly. “Who do I have to bend over for to get us an upgrade?”

Harry barked out a laugh. “If only it were that simple.” He rolled his eyes wistfully at Louis.

“The only way I’m going to get a two berth is to throw Payno overboard and be next in line for the deputy cruise director's job.” Louis leaned up on one elbow to look over at Harry.

“Would you help me weigh his body down so I don’t go to jail?”

“Only If I can share your cabin.” Harry shuffled about, tucking the duvet between his legs, sweeping his hair up into a bun and securing it in a band. “I’m not being an accessory to murder and then still having to share with them two, no fucking way.”

Or

Louis and Harry are part of the entertainment team on board a luxury cruise liner. They hate sharing their four berth cabin with two other guys and would do anything to get a cabin of their own.

One drunken night the solution was simple. They'd just get married...

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hii :)

do you happen to have any HSLOT "canon" fic recs?

like stuff h did or happened on stage and someone wrote a larry reaction to it - i hope this makes sense🙈

thankss

Hi! Yes, this makes perfect sense! Here are some fics that fit what you're looking for!

The Sound of Silence by @musketrois

Early the next morning, Louis had been scrolling through Twitter when he first saw the wild conspiracy.

“What if the person in the VIP box is actually Xander?”

Louis had almost choked on his coffee. Xander? Of all the people Harry had been connected to over the last few years, this person was speculating Harry was secretly in love with Xander Ritz?

Good Dogs Don’t Bark by @haztobegood

“Don’t know where it came from, but it’s here to stay,” Harry laughed into the mic. Barking at the crowd gave him such a thrill. He couldn’t remember the first time he barked at the crowd, but he remembered how it made his heart race every time. He always wondered how his Master would react if he were there. Would he be punished for barking in public? But Louis had been busy with his own world tour, and Harry kept barking.

Center Stage Whore (series) by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus

Harry wasn’t planning for his trousers to rip on stage. He also wasn’t planning for everyone to see his lace knickers when it happened. But what he really wasn’t planning on was his boyfriend punishing him for it.

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I Can Pull It Together by louislittletomlintum

for: @1dneglectedtagsfest wordcount: 6k rating: explicit armpit/body hair kink // established relationship // louis + harry

Harry's eyes drifted to where Louis’ arms were slung over the back rim of the spa, exposing his underarms again. This time his fine hair was more apparent, wet from the spa and curling a little where some droplets of water hung. Harry wanted to lick them. He blushed almost instantly when the thought came through his brain, hoping it wasn’t obvious and that the general heat on his face would disguise his embarrassment. He’d never thought anything like that before. or the one where Harry accidentally discovers a new part of Louis he really, really loves.

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Let Our Hearts Collide by crinkle-eyed-boo (77K, M)

featuring art by @harrehleh, part of @onedirectionbigbang

“Liam is in a coma.” “Yeah, we can see that,” the father says, throwing his hands in the air. “God, this is the most depressing Christmas ever,” the blonde sister mutters. “His vital signs are strong,” Dr. Higgins assures them. “Brain waves are good–” “Brain waves?” the mother wails, taking Liam’s hand in hers. “Oh my God!” “How did this happen?” the father demands. “Um, he was pushed from the platform at the subway station,” Harry pipes up. The entire family turns to look at him, confused. Harry shrinks back, wishing he could have just kept his big mouth shut. “Who’s this?” the father asks, pointing at him. “Um, I’m Harry–” he starts. “He’s Liam’s fiancé!” Jade adds helpfully from where she stands by the door. Every jaw in the room drops, including Harry’s. Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. What?

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he’s been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne’s family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he’s always longed for…and a love he never saw coming.

A While You Were Sleeping AU, now posted on AO3

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✤ Christmas Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ all the lights are full of colour by @infinitelymint {E, 26k}

So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan.

Or, Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle.

2️⃣ the impossible now by @stylinsoncity {M, 64k}

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

3️⃣ We Will Find Our Way by supernope {M, 9k}

Harry smiles at Louis, quick and easy, and says, “Well, since we’re in the same boat, we’ll just make our own Christmas. What do you say?” Louis tamps down on a bloom of warmth in his belly. He barely knows Harry past seeing him walk down the hall in just his skivvies - not that he’s complaining - but he’s being so lovely, smiling at him so hopefully, and, well. Louis doesn’t much fancy the idea of spending Christmas completely alone. Nodding, he reaches out and pokes Harry’s dimple, watches it flirt to life underneath his fingertip. “I say yes.”

AKA, Harry and Louis are uni students studying abroad in New York, stuck in the dorms together over Christmas.

4️⃣ Candles On Air by @isthatyoularry {M, 29k}

Harry’s smile is filled with unconditional love — just not the right kind. Louis has told himself for years that it’s okay. Harry loving him the way he can is enough. Each year it gets a little harder to repeat the same mantra.

"It gets better. It will pass. His friendship is enough."

Harry has taken the liberty of putting on classic Christmas tunes on the speaker in the kitchen, and as their shared flat isn’t the largest Louis can hear Mariah Carey’s crooning from where he’s perched on the small sofa in the living room. Harry is on the floor, humming along. And yes. All Louis wants for Christmas is Harry.

A Christmas AU ft. Pining, Heartbreak, and maybe A Happy Ending.

5️⃣ love is a word (you gave it a name) by @hattalove {T, 21k}

“It’s worth it anyway,” says Harry, looking into Louis’s eyes. He’s untucked his hair from behind his ear, and it falls down in silky strands to obscure his face. He looks so painfully young, even after everything. Louis’s strong, strong boy. “Just for the two of us. We get to be selfish for a little while.”

it's christmas. in between snowman building, tree shopping, and ill-advised skating on a frozen lake, louis and harry get ready to take the most important step of their lives.

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 Give It To Someone Special by elsi_bee / @elsi-bee {T, 34k}

At the behest of his agent, former child actor Louis Tomlinson signs on to star in the HeartStamp channel’s first Christmas movie featuring a same-sex love story. It may be cheesy, but at least it’s a path to get back into the industry. Now if only his co-star would stop being so critical, and confusing, and overwhelmingly distracting.

💎 You Ain’t Gotta Feel Fear Just Mingle by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {T, 32k}

Harry has been at his dream job for less than three months, and he knows two things for sure; first, his project manager doesn't know what he's doing, and second, someone in the office is apparently pure evil, and no one will tell Harry who it is.

Oh, and the guy who works in conservation at the other end of the building is the most beautiful man Harry's ever seen, even when wielding a hot iron as a weapon.

Happy Christmas, here's to many more.

💎 Meet Me Underneath The Mistletoe by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou {G, 8k}

Louis flies out to Chicago for business just before Christmas... His flight home is cancelled because of a snow storm and he ends up going to his colleague Niall's Christmas party where he meets the most gorgeous man he's ever seen. And if they end up under the mistletoe within less than an hour then that's nobody's business but theirs.

💎 Where All Roads Lead by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings {NR, 7k}

Harry's Christmas takes an unexpected turn when he discovers a misplaced holiday card in his letterbox. He never thought that braving the snow to return the card to its sender would be so worth his while.

💎 All The Way Home I'll Be Warm by @justanothershadeofblue {T, 2k}

Harry & Louis jokingly send out holiday cards together as friends, and now everyone is congratulating them for finally getting together. A 5+1 fic, for Christmas.

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[4 pics, 4 quotes, 4 iconic 1D fics]

Iconic fics by...

- crinkle-eyed-boo -

[1]

"There’s just...not a single significant moment in my life that he hasn’t been there for. And...he would say the exact same thing about me, you know? He knows me inside and out...no one knows me like he does. That’s why it hurt so much when he said he didn’t know me.”

“You know he didn’t say that to hurt you, right? He was telling you how he felt about your addiction. Not how he felt about you . Do you know what I saw that day, Louis? I saw someone fighting for you with everything he had.”

“I’m just...I’m scared that I’ve fucked things up too badly. I really hurt him, you know? I feel sick over it.”

“You have to forgive yourself, Louis,” James says gently. “You can’t carry that guilt around with you. You’ll never heal that way. You and Harry will have to work together to build that trust back up...but you have to be willing to take the first step. He’s already laid everything on the table for you. It’s your turn.”

[2]

“Did you make this snowman?” Harry calls after him.

“No,” the man clips definitively.

“Well then, who did?” Harry presses. “Someone had to have built it. ’Cause it wasn’t there a second ago. It just appeared from out of nowhere.”

The man stops.

“Out of nowhere?” he asks over his shoulder.

“Nowhere,” Harry nods.

The breath is knocked out of Harry’s chest as the man turns and approaches him. He’s shorter than Harry is, slim yet scrappy looking in his raggedy blue velvet frock coat with black fur trim. A black stove-top hat is perched on his head, shaggy brown hair curling out from under it. His face is sharp and angular, from his defined cheekbones to the perfect slope of his nose. He looks tired, as if he’s been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but his blue eyes are bright and curious.

He’s the most beautiful man Harry’s ever seen.

[3]

“But you can’t just come here,” Harry protests. “You can’t just waltz in here after all this time and expect to what? Just slide back into your old life like nothing happened? That you would be welcomed back with open arms? It doesn’t work that way, Louis.”

“Harry,” Niall cuts in. “He didn’t–” 

“Listen up, you curly-haired cunt,” Louis says furiously. “If you think for one second that I took coming here lightly, then you clearly never knew me at all. Did you know that I’ve been back in New York for more than a month, Harry? A month! And what have I been doing in that time? Walking around this city on fucking eggshells, terrified that I could run into you at any moment. Fuck you for thinking any of this is easy. There’ve been giant chunks of this city I haven’t dared going near because of you. Who can live like that? Who?” 

“But you–”

“‘But you’ nothing,” Louis snaps. “The answer is no one. No one can live like that. I can’t live like that. I deserve to have a life here too, you know! Fuck, I’m sorry if my being back in New York inconveniences you, Harry. Believe me, it hasn’t been great for me either! But I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, so you might as well get used to it. I’m not going to hide or give you free rein of Manhattan just to avoid maybe running into you, got it? Not anymore. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Harry, as much as you like to think it does. Grow the fuck up.” 

[4]

“Will you be drinking tonight?” 

Harry tries not to visibly cringe. The boy is at a bar, for fuck’s sake, of course he’s going to be drinking. The boy sits up straight, his blue eyes laser focused on Harry’s as a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. 

“Yes, Daddy, I will,” he nods decisively. 

Harry’s cock twitches as he sucks in a sharp breath. He clears his throat, raking his fingers through his curls as he feels heat rushing to his cheeks. 

“Erm, what?” Harry manages to croak, trying not to squirm too much under the boy’s heated gaze. “I mean...what?” 

The boy finally breaks and just fucking giggles, his eyes crinkling shut; the sight does nothing to help the situation brewing in Harry’s jeans. 

“I’ll have the ‘Yes, Daddy, I Will,’” the boy grins, holding up the menu and pointing to the line near the top of the menu. “It’s just a twist on an Old-Fashioned, right?” 

Answers below...

[1] Own the Scars

“But I don’t belong here,” Louis insists. “Why do you say that?” James asks. “These people are all drug addicts and alcoholics,” Louis shrugs. Something sparks in James’ eyes. “And you’re not?”

Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

[2] There's Such a Lot of World to See

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Harry asks, thumbing at Louis’ hip. “Like what?” Louis asks breathlessly. “Like you’ve seen a ghost or summat,” Harry muses. “You did it all the time the other day and you did it just now.” Louis swallows hard, studying him intently. “You remind me of someone,” Louis says softly, tucking a curl behind Harry’s ear. “Someone I lost.”

Louis has seen a great many things throughout his travels in time and space, but only one he can’t explain: He keeps meeting the same boy, who says the same thing to him each time. The boy should be impossible.

Maybe he is.

A love story that defies the boundaries of space and time. Doctor Who AU.

[3] Mine Would Be You 

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

[4] No Bunny But You

“So you saw the bunnies then?” Harry clarifies, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, those were a bit of a surprise,” Liam huffs. “I mean, they definitely weren’t part of what we commissioned from him, but they’re kind of cute, right?” Harry sputters a laugh. “What?” Liam asks, the furrow in his brow deepening. “They are cute little bunnies!” “Cute little bunnies that are fucking,” Harry snickers. “What?” Liam gasps. “Liam,” Harry says, trying to school his face into a serious expression. “Those bunnies are fucking.”

A slow Monday night behind the bar turns into something else entirely thanks to a new mural and a new customer.

@crinkle-eyed-boo

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H&L are both alphas fighting for dominance, but Louis wins

"You're such a cheater." Harry has blood on his mouth, over his cheek, but his eyes are bright and he's glaring up at Louis with nothing short of fury. "Don't be a sour loser, pet. It doesn't suite you." Louis, for his part, isn't bleeding but he's sweat slicked and ruffed. He's got one of Harry's arms in his hand though, tongue lapping over his mating gland on his wrist. "This doesn't mean you've won." Harry means that Louis has him pinned. Harry doesn't mean that he's hard. But Louis can feel it, and better, he can smell it. "Doesn't mean that you're losing either. Especially since you're the one about to be fucked an inch from your life," Louis shrugs, drags his teeth over the mark and then nips at it. The sound that rips out of Harry's throat is as close to a whimper as it's going to get it. "I'd like to see you try." Harry's other hand snags in Louis' shirt again, yanks hard. It tears at the seems but it doesn't rip - not yet. It does pull Louis down on top of him, close to be sharing the same breath. "Oh you will. And by the end of it, you'll be begging for more." Louis grins then, all ego, as he sinks his teeth into Harry's throat.

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Hi love

Prompt: Love at first sight, like "the world stop when I first saw you" kind of.

Thanks xx

this is silly and a little dirty and flirty and happy christmas!

"Oh for heaven's sake, Louis. It's your turn. Just go do it!" Liam shoves a hand into Louis' jacket, shoves him towards where the line for the Christmas stall has already gained two more people. "Oi, alright alright. Fuck off then." Straightening his coat, Louis digs his hands into his pockets and waits. That's all he can do as the line slowly crawls forward. It's his own damn fault - promised to buy the lads a round of mulled wine since he lost the bet over at the ice skating rink. How was he supposed to know that fucking Zayn of all people knew how to skate because of ice hockey? Stepping up behind a couple that clearly has no idea what they want, Louis glances around. The Christmas market is all lit up with strands of multicolored fairy lights, heavy with boughs of fir and pine. It smells like a Chris Kringle dream, like cinnamon and sugar dust and cranberries. He half expects to see magic reindeer walking around, maybe an elf in the eaves of one of the canvas tents. What he doesn't expect at all is to finally be first line and come face to face with a literal Christmas angel. Louis is an expert on the subject. He's a Christmas baby after all. "Hi there. What would you like?" Green eyes, pink cheeks, a crooked grin. It's all Louis can see. Peering up at him from behind the rough wooden countertop, a crown of gold tinsel nestled in his curls. "You." It falls out of Louis' mouth, just an honest answer, and Louis can't feel bad about being this bold when the flush on the man's cheeks darkens. "I'm um," A ringed hand flutters around the top of his red apron, the man ducking his head a little. And god does flustered look downright devastatingly good on him. "I'm not on the menu." "Hi, Not on the menu. I'm Louis." Whatever rulebook Louis has prescribed to for dating has gone up in flames, and he's almost cringe at the worst line in the world if it weren't for the way the guy gives out a startled and loud laugh. "Oh! You've got jokes then, hm?" Brushing his fingers to his lips, the angel lets out another giggle before holding his hand out. "Well, Louis, it's nice to meet you." "Come now, love. You're really not going to tell me your name?" Louis asks, reaches to slip his fingers into the other man's, giving him a firm but slow shake. He knows he's holding up the line, knows he's laying it on thick, but the guy just is too close to a holiday miracle to pass up. "I'll tell you," Leaning down, the guy meet Louis' eye, all seaglass green with a hint of mischief. "But only after you take me out." "When you get off?" Louis asks, raises a slow eyebrow. "That won't happen till at least the third date." The guy pulls his hand back, turning to fill up a cup from the large stock pot on the water, the mulled wine a deep red. "But you can meet me here at seven."

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First off, I love your fics, always have, and always will :)

Rut or Heat aftercare. The rut or heat has ended, and Harry or Louis cares for the other. Feeding, cuddling, and keeping them happy while they rest after an eventful few days. Feel free to choose who just had the rut or heat

Oh you are too sweet. Thank you so much. Hope you like this:

"There ya go, love. Easy now." Louis' hand is firm, steady under Harry's arm as he helps lower him into the warm water. There is a fizzling bathbomb in the corner, turning the water an aquamarine colored blue with gold glitter in it. "Feels nice, right?" "You used the Lush one," Harry murmurs, leaning his head back against the inflatable seashell pillow suction cupped to the back of the clawfoot. "'Course I did," Louis waits until he's sure Harry is settled before he lets go of him, wants to make sure he's comfortable. "Ocean bath for my favorite mermaid." "You're cute." Harry cracks one eye open, grins enough to hint at the dimples in his cheeks. "Just love you." Louis can feel his own body aching, legs and back aching, but he can deal with that later. Harry is a mess of bruises, little stains all over his chest, his thighs, his back. Louis had felt bad the first time they went through this, chastised the alpha inside of him that had found them claiming and too rough. Now, nearly a decade after they started, it feels somehow right. The more Harry, heat delirious and presenting, had begged for them - the more Louis gave. And after, when Louis would catch him in the mirror pressing on them with that look in his eye - well, it felt like permission. "You need anything else, darling?" Louis asks, flicks his lighter and ignites the last pillar candle carefully placed on the bathroom vanity. "Will you sit with me? Just for a little?" Harry isn't asleep, but by looking at him, it'd be hard to tell. He's got all of his hair piled up in a ringlet bun on the top of his head, eyes closed, lips barely parted. The glass of red wine on the tile floor is half empty. "No need to ask." Louis stretches out his back for a few minutes, twists back and forth, before he snags a towel off the rack and sinks to the floor. He's put himself at the other end of the tub, can see Harry's pretty face and his little sigh when Louis reaches into the water, snags a hand around his ankle and squeezes. When Harry asks for the time, he doesn't always need Louis to engage with him. He's happy to sit in silence, to be doing their own thing, to just spend time. It just sweetens it more when Louis will casually touch him, will linger nearby with their shoulders brushing or passing back with a kiss to the top of his head. If that's all Harry needs to feel safe and loved, well, it's a price Louis doesn't mind paying.

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First date gone wrong, yet you know that the person might just be right

I had way too much fun writing this.

"You didn't cook this." Harry stares down at the King Salmon on his plate, at the roasted brussel sprouts, the buttery mashed potatoes.

"I could have." Louis indecisively spears a piece of breaded chicken - one that suspiciously looks like is a cut up version of a dino nuggie.

"Could have." Setting his own fork to the side, he laces his fingers together, resting his chin on the bridge he's just formed. "Louis, how do you cook salmon?"

"Well uh," Louis pauses to take a long sip of his wine. "I had a mate in college who said you can make it in a coffee maker, can you believe? And someone on TikTok made it in their dishwasher. Got to give it to the Americans. They're gross but they are creative."

"Louis Tomlinson, how do you cook a salmon? The British way?" Harry sounds more amused than angry, but that one perfectly manicured eyebrow is mildly terrifying the more it hikes up to his hairline.

"You just-" Louis pulls in a big breath, then exhales miserably. "Look, pet, it's not what you think."

"And what do I think?" Harry interrupts, that eyebrow goes a skosh higher.

"You're just…impressive." Louis shrugs a shoulder, looks annoyed even as his whole plan comes unraveled. "So impressive. And I wanted to impress you."

"I'm impressive?" Tilting his head, Harry's curls spill over his shoulder in a pretty cascade of mahogany.

"Yes. You're impressive. High class. Posh." Louis rambles, waves his hand a little. Always been an expressive talker. "And like, what was I supposed to do? You agreed to have dinner at my flat. My flat! I had to order in. It was the only way to distract you from the state of the place."

"But not the state of you." Pushing his chair back, Harry slowly walks around the table, the clip of his boots on the hardwood sounding almost threatening. But then he runs his hand over Louis' chest, pushing him back. And Harry looks a whole lot less threatening when he's sat astride Louis' lap like that.

"I find you very impressive too." Harry murmurs, his grin soft and a little too pretty given the lighting of the place. "Even if you ordered take out on our first date and then lied about it."

"It's not take out! Someone did cook it!" Louis shakes his head in protest, still a little in awe of the fact that Harry is so close to him.

"At a restaurant?" Harry giggles, his fingers petting over Louis' jumper.

"No. Uh," Louis shrugs helplessly. "Oli. Next door. He's a real chef, you know? Traveled Europe and South America to learn."

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Linger by @mummyamy10​

Pairings: Harry/Louis, Zayn/Liam, Niall/OFC Rating: Explicit Word count: 136,858 Chapters: 9/9

“You don’t have to push people away, you don’t have to resign yourself to a string of mindless shags and think that’s all there is.”

“I don’t-”

“Oh really?” Niall interrupts. “What’s the plan, Tommo? Huh? Carry on as you are, work your way through as many nameless conquests as you can? Every few years go back to Jess and have another kid until you’ve got enough to fill the gap in your life caused by whatever it is that’s making you such a martyr?”

Louis is stunned into silence. With eyes wide, he struggles to breathe for a second.

“Well, fuck me Niall, say how you really feel, please!” He exclaims, laughing because he’s got absolutely no clue how to deal with what just happened.

Niall softens and Louis feels conflicted.

“I’m sorry mate, that was… that was harsh. You know I love you and the little ones, but the basic premise is true. You don’t have to put up with that. You don’t have to limit yourself to that life if you don’t want to.”

“Who says I don’t like that life?”

Niall shrugs, looks thoroughly disbelieving. “If you say so, Tommo, but for the record, I don’t believe you.”

Louis looks over at Harry, and when he looks back, Niall is grinning softly but smugly at him.

“Lou?” Niall says, attracting his attention back. “That guy is out there making friends with your friends, barking out laughing at every ridiculous thing that comes out of your mouth, and he’s been watching you like a hawk all night. What more do you want?”

“Niall, what twenty one year old in their right mind is gonna take on someone with two kids? Forget all the rest of the drama, that’s enough to make him run a mile. So what’s the point?”

“You don’t know that.” Niall says. “You’re underestimating him, I think.”

“Like you’re the expert on Harry all of a sudden!”

Niall just looks at him.

“I just thought we’d… y’know , and then he’d be gone. Like the rest of them.” Louis admits, feeling a bit crushed. He wants to go home.

“Well, I hate to break it to you mate but I don’t think Harry’s on the same wavelength.”

Louis hates that Niall is right.

He hates that he’s already way past the point of ‘one night stand’ with Harry. His plan is unravelling fast and he’s got no idea how to fix it.

“Goin’ to the loo.” He mumbles, sighing heavily and pushing off the bar. Niall doesn’t follow him.

Louis has a truckload of painful memories and a custody arrangement where a family could’ve been. The last thing he’s looking for is a new relationship.

Harry has accepted that he’s not made for relationships and isn’t interested in getting burnt again.

It’s a good job they’ve both got meddling friends.

Complete 13.10.17! Please read here on AO3.

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Morning and lingerie for the porn meme? Love what you've got going on here! (σˋ▽ˊ)σ

Morning, Lingerie

It’s hot.

That’s Harry’s first thought as he slowly comes to, trying to wipe the sleep away from his eyes. He doesn’t register why it’s so hot until he feels a zip of pleasure course through him, eyes flying open. He sees the sheets rise and fall with easy motion, pairs it with the heat, the sheen of sweat he’s developed, and it’s easy to put two and two together and -

“Holy fuck.” Harry gasps, bucking his hips up, chasing the feeling. His hips are immediately shoved back down, more from shock than strength, and all the warm wet heat around Harry’s cock disappears. He’s man enough to admit he whines a little.

The sheets are thrown back all of a sudden, leaving Harry’s torso bare, Louis’ head popping out from under the sheets, next to where Harry’s cock lays hard against his hip.

“Morning.” Louis chirps, too happy and bubbly or someone who just deep-throated cock. Or maybe just as happily or bubbily. Fuck. Sex messes with his head too much.

Obviously Harry isn’t very capable of coherent thought, much less coherent sentences, so he draws his fingers over Louis’ jawline, and watches him lean into his touch, momentarily letting his eyelashes flutter shut. God, Louis has the prettiest eyelashes.

“C’mere.” Harry isn’t a hundred percent sure what he’s asking for, but Louis clambers up the length of Harry’s body, all elbows and knees, until he’s settled with his thighs straddling Harry’s hips and arse hovering over Harry’s cock, the jumper he always steals from Harry’s closet to sleep in pooling around his arms where leaning down to steal soft kisses.

Harry’s hands come up to frame Louis’ face as they kiss languidly, like they have all the time in the world, a wet and hot tangle of tongues. It’s a really sweet kiss, one that can go on for hours if they really wanted it to, but Harry’s cock gives a feeble jerk, reminding him of what he could be doing.

He expects a hand full of bare arse when he grabs at it, smooth and supple, so he’s a little surprised when he feels fabric, eyebrows knit in confusion.

Louis gives a smacking kiss to Harry’s lips, then plants his hands on Harry’s chest to push himself upright, sitting directly on Harry’s cock. Harry’s hard, leaking, cock.

Louis strips of the jumper in one fluid movement, a blur of lilac before it hits the ground somewhere besides the bed, and instead of being nude in Harry’s lap, Louis is wearing fucking panties. Baby blue panties that offset his tan skin so nicely, paired with sheer stockings that hug his thighs, both attached with thin garter straps.

Fuck, he’s rocking the whole lingerie set. Harry’s mouth waters a little.

“Louis,” Harry chokes out, running his hands along the thick of Louis’ thighs, garters pulled tight between his lace underwear and stockings.

Louis smirks, running his hands over his chest and lulling his head to the side. “Like it?” He breathes, giving a slight tweak to his nipple and shivering though the whimper. God, Louis touching himself should be, like, illegal or something.

“Gonna ride me in your pretty lace?” Harry murmurs, dropping his voice an octave, sounding stupidly low.

Louis tips his head back and lets out a laugh at that. “You want me to ride you in this?”

Harry drops the sexy act, laughing along with him. “What? It’d be a shame for you to take it off,” Harry says, skimming his hands so they rest on the narrowest part of Louis’ waist, biting his bottom lip to suppress the smile that wants to take over his face, groping a handful of his arse.

“Oi!” Louis yelps, smacking Harry’s hand away. “Hands off the merchandise.”

Harry pulls his hands back. “So no touching?”

Louis’ thighs clench on either side of Harry’s hips. “Nope. No touching.”

Harry smirks and folds his arms behind his head, elongating the line of his torso, and he catches how Louis’ eyes track the motion. “Okay then.”

Louis shakes himself out of it, leaning one hand back on Harry’s thigh to lift himself up, the other grabbing the base of Harry’s cock to hold it upright, He nudges aside the panties with a finger, then starts to push the thick head in.

Harry’s head clears immediately, arms flying to Louis’ waist. So much for no touching. “Wait, you didn’t prep.”

Louis smirks, the little shit. “Yeah I did,” he says, tossing his head to to side and flicking his fringe out of the way. “Did it when I was blowing you.”

“Did it when you were - oh fuck.” Harry isn’t sure what to do with the overload of information, just clutches at the sheets desperately, scrabbling for purchase. He’s not going to fucking last.

Louis just sinks down, not stopping until Harry’s fully in. Harry isn’t sure how their sex always keeps getting better, and its been a storm of fireworks since the beginning.

“Fill me up so well,” Louis breathes, more like he’s voicing a thought than actually talking to Harry.

Louis sets a fast pace, clenching when he lifts up and slamming when he goes down.

After a few minutes though, Louis’ thighs start to shake, start to tire with exertion, and Harry can’t hold off any longer. “Louis, baby, please.” 

“Yes,“ Louis says pleadingly, and that’s all it takes for Harry to flip them over so he’s between Louis’ thigh and starts fucking into him, the squelch of lube loud and the smack of his hips hitting Louis’ lace-clad arse is louder.

Harry doesn’t last, something he knew would happen since he woke up this morning, so he shoves in deep and grinds his cock inside, his orgasm pulling him under.Louis feels it when Harry comes, actually feels if with lack of a condom, and he’s shooting off too, come soaking the inside of the panties, dirtying the lace.

Louis is a mess when Harry pulls out, a beautiful mess covered in his own come and leaking Harry’s, and if that doesn’t lead to round two, he doesn’t know what will.

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Omg I'm so excited!

Okay super specific one: the whole crew goes out, Harry gets really drunk (maybe his first time drinking?) and gets all sad and moody and Louis comforts him through it

(please excuse me for making louis again jump over a bathroom stall in one of my fics)

"You don't even like me." Harry wails, his boot connecting solidly with the wooden bathroom stall door. "You'd rather be out there with him."

"Him? Who him?" Louis is leaning one arm on the door frame, the other hand rubbing at his face. Harry's been locked in there for a good fifteen minutes, refusing to even come out and talk about this like a normal human being. Then again, no one is really normal after fifteen shots of vodka.

"Francois." Harry sniffles loudly.

"Who the fuck is Francois?" Louis tries to think back. Is he even friends with anyone named Francois? Even remotely? There was that guy Frankie he met like two weeks ago but he was some club promoter and Louis isn't even sure what country that was in.

"Francois! The waiter!" Another kick hits against the stall door and Louis reels back. "Or bottle boy. Bottle babe. Is that politically correct? I don't know. That doesn't feel very inclusive."

"Baby, what are you on about?" Louis waves a hand at Niall when he pokes his head in the door. This is definitely one for Louis.

"You let him feed you a shot," Harry mumbles and Louis has had just about enough of this. Digging his toes into the thick hinge of the door, Louis easily launches himself over it, landing way too close to the toilet for his own liking but also close enough to bump into Harry, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him from hitting the wall.

"What?" Louis asks, not harsh, though Harry flinches like he did.

"You let him feed you a shot." Harry repeats. The tip of his nose is pink, cheeks even pinker, but his eyes are glassy and bright. He's a bottom of the bottle beauty.

"Oh, well, it's his job." Louis shrugs a shoulder a little. "Besides, you took like four shots from that one guy."

"That one guys name is Russel. And he's married. And has a six month old daughter named Rosie." Harry huffs indignantly. "She just started solids."

"Of course he showed you the whole family album. Only you would get bottle service only to make mates with the servers." Louis rolls his eyes affectionately, giving a shake of his head.

"Don't make fun of me!" Harry huffs, tries to push at Louis but it's weak and Louis has a good grip on his hips.

"I'm not, baby. I'm not. You're cute. And you're drunk. And why would I care about some bottle guy when I've got you?" Louis asks, kissing each of Harry's cheeks, his nose, his mouth.

"Is that what you call them? Bottle guys? That doesn't sound correct." Harry huffs, but he lets Louis pet over him, even gives him a sweet kiss in reply. "Is it bottle service person? A bottle professional?"

"I don't know, pet." Louis sighs, shaking his head. "Do you want to go out and ask them?"

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Hello (:

Louis is a professional football player and Harry, along with their three kids, attends his game to cheer him on.

I feel like I always have to give their kids creative names. I also need to write more Posh/Becks larry.

"Mummy, when do we get to see Daddy?" Tallulah ask pushing her chubby hands into either side of the seat. "Soon, honey. The match will start soon." Harry soothes, his knee bouncing up and down. On his lap, Dominic gums at a pacifier in a vivid shade of red. It matches the jersey Crispin is wearing, a smaller version of the one Louis will be sporting. "Lulu, be patient." Leaning around Harry, Crispin gives a little frown, nearly spot on to his father. Harry feels like the genes have transferred a little unfairly in all of his children. That Tomlinson gene is strong and his eldest is nearly a carbon copy of Louis, even down to the eyes and the little impish mouth. Thankfully, Talllulah got Harry's curls and Dominic has the eyes, so there is still some Styles left in all of it. "Don't tell me what to do." Three years old and Tallulah also has Harry's pout, her little oxford clad feet swinging on the edge of her seat. "I will tell you what to do when-" Crispin starts in but Harry raises a hand. "Look, babies, it's starting." True to the word, the crowd begins to roar as the footie players come pouring out from their side. Harry knows to look his best in this moment, no doubt there is a camera nearby to take in the shots of the small but growing Tomlinson Tribe as Louis leads his players out.

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is there a chance I'll be in the first fifteen? idk but if yes, I need some girl!larry, them just making some sweet love, maybe louis eating harry out

Here you go sweetheart.

"Always dress up so pretty for me," Louis murmurs, her mouth warm as it drags down the inside of Harry's thigh. "All this lace and bows, when you know I'm just going to get it off of you." "It's like a present." Harry shrugs her shoulders, fingers toying with the ruffle on the edge of her bralette. "I wrap it up just for you to open it." "You want me to open you up?" Louis asks, her chipped nails toying with the silk edge of Harry's panties where they cut across her thigh. "That what you want?" "I need it." Harry bites her bottom lip, her fingers sliding along her ribs to the soft ribbon holding her little bralette together. "Please." "Aw baby, you're just too sweet." Louis smirks, leans back to watch as Harry slowly unties it, letting the fabric pool to either side, exposing her soft breasts. They're flushed a little, pink nipples already hard in the chill breeze of the ceiling fan. "You think so?" Harry asks, all Cheshire grin as she shakes her thighs back and forth around Louis' shoulders. "You should give me a taste. Just to be sure." "Beauty and brains," Louis praises, the words getting lost as she moves forward, her mouth already pressing onto silk.

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i hope I'm not too late! them breaking up/fighting, H going on a first date with some guy and Louis crashing the date to show H that they can make it work

somehow this weirdly became some like mafia/gang au thing. i hope you like it

"Oh, thank you." Harry can't help the way his heart flutters the minute he sees Jason holding open the door to the restaurant. Yes, the bar might be on the floor when it comes to men but Harry can still appreciate a kindness. They settled on a nice little sushi place, somewhere with authentic looking decor and low tables. Harry sort of wishes he hadn't worn the leather pants, but then again, they do make his thighs look fabulous so. Jason pulls out Harry's chair for him, even sits down after Harry has. He's all smooth jawline and coifed blond hair, and when Harry orders, he doesn't even seem bothered that Harry got something kind of pricey. Which is why it feels awful when Harry glances up from his green tea and sees the group of guys come waltzing in. And of course. Of course. Louis Tomlinson in a blue sweater, flanked on either side by his fucking mates. Zayn looks at least a little apologetic, even as he immediately makes eye contact with Harry, which means he knows he was there. Which means Louis planned this. He doesn't even bother with the hostess, just flashes her a grin as he saunters across the place and right to the table next to theirs. "Oi, Jason, nice to see you mate." Louis tips his head, sinking into the chair just next to his with a friendly pat on Jason's shoulder. "Oh, uh, Louis." Jason looks startled, his hand fluttering over the table cloth. "Guys. Nice surprise." "I love this restaurant. Do you love this restaurant?" Louis asks conversationally, doesn't even acknowledge the way Harry is glaring at him. "Best sushi place around." "Yeah, um. It is. Have you met-" Jason goes to motion towards Harry but it seems Louis isn't done. "You know who recommended this place to me? Frankie. You remember Frankie?" Louis just keeps on talking, even as Zayn and Oli don't sit down, Luke and Stan lingering by the door. "I hope you do, considering he's on your lease." "Well I-" Jason starts to shake his head, eyes darting to Harry. "I-" "You have a boyfriend?" Harry asks and of fucking course. "He's not-" Jason immediately defends, but Louis clears his throat. "Don't lie. It's rude. My mates are going to see you home. Say goodnight to Harry." It's an instruction with no room for argument and Jason is bundled back up in his jacket and out of the door before the appetizers are even served. The waitress sets down the bowl of edamame and all Harry can do is stare at it as Louis lets out a sigh. "You want to go home too? Z can drive you." "No, we already ordered." Harry mutters, picking up a bean with little enthusiasm as he finally lets out a deep sigh, glancing up at Louis. "Well? Will you eat tuna or do I need to flag her down and change it?"

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Other Words for "Look" + With meanings | List for writers

Many people create lists of synonyms for the word 'said,' but what about the word 'look'? Here are some synonyms that I enjoy using in my writing, along with their meanings for your reference. While all these words relate to 'look,' they each carry distinct meanings and nuances, so I thought it would be helpful to provide meanings for each one.

Gaze - To look steadily and intently, especially in admiration or thought.

Glance - A brief or hurried look.

Peek - A quick and typically secretive look.

Peer - To look with difficulty or concentration.

Scan - To look over quickly but thoroughly.

Observe - To watch carefully and attentively.

Inspect - To look at closely in order to assess condition or quality.

Stare - To look fixedly or vacantly at someone or something.

Glimpse - To see or perceive briefly or partially.

Eye - To look or stare at intently.

Peruse - To read or examine something with great care.

Scrutinize - To examine or inspect closely and thoroughly.

Behold - To see or observe a thing or person, especially a remarkable one.

Witness - To see something happen, typically a significant event.

Spot - To see, notice, or recognize someone or something.

Contemplate - To look thoughtfully for a long time at.

Sight - To suddenly or unexpectedly see something or someone.

Ogle - To stare at in a lecherous manner.

Leer - To look or gaze in an unpleasant, malicious way.

Gawk - To stare openly and stupidly.

Gape - To stare with one's mouth open wide, in amazement.

Squint - To look with eyes partially closed.

Regard - To consider or think of in a specified way.

Admire - To regard with pleasure, wonder, and approval.

Skim - To look through quickly to gain superficial knowledge.

Reconnoiter - To make a military observation of a region.

Flick - To look or move the eyes quickly.

Rake - To look through something rapidly and unsystematically.

Glare - To look angrily or fiercely.

Peep - To look quickly and secretly through an opening.

Focus - To concentrate one's visual effort on.

Discover - To find or realize something not clear before.

Spot-check - To examine something briefly or at random.

Devour - To look over with eager enthusiasm.

Examine - To inspect in detail to determine condition.

Feast one's eyes - To look at something with great enjoyment.

Catch sight of - To suddenly or unexpectedly see.

Clap eyes on - To suddenly see someone or something.

Set eyes on - To look at, especially for the first time.

Take a dekko - Colloquial for taking a look.

Leer at - To look or gaze in a suggestive manner.

Rubberneck - To stare at something in a foolish way.

Make out - To manage to see or read with difficulty.

Lay eyes on - To see or look at.

Pore over - To look at or read something intently.

Ogle at - To look at in a lecherous or predatory way.

Pry - To look or inquire into something in a determined manner.

Dart - To look quickly or furtively.

Drink in - To look at with great enjoyment or fascination.

Bask in - To look at or enjoy something for a period of time.