#Lourry

[thelavendrhaze]

fic: i love you (it's ruining my life)

author: wildestdreams

rating: explicit

word count: 40.3k

“You’ve been teasing me all night, looking like a fucking dream, and the minute you get me alone, all of that attitude and your games go right out the window, don’t they?” Louis asked, voice low. “Why do you do it?”

Harry grinned, cheeks warm as his palms rested over Louis’ shoulders. “It keeps things interesting, doesn’t it?”

The alpha watched him closely, gaze dark, while he stroked one hand down Harry’s side before settling over the dip of his waist. “I can never tell with you.”

“Tell what?”

“If you like me or not.”

Harry swallowed thickly. “I’m not supposed to like you. I’m supposed to just want to fuck you.”

or

A situationship AU where Harry is one of the most sought-after omega supermodels in the world and Louis is the alpha lead singer of the indie supergroup, The Rogue. The last thing either of them wants is to fall in love.

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[whattarush]

GOT MY LARRY TATTOO DONT JUDGE MY ASS BC I FUCKING LOVE IT💕💕💕💕

[mason-conaway]

new chapter <3

run from me, but always come back:

"I don't know, Harry," Louis sighs wistfully, the long line of his neck covered in a ring of purple as he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling. "Sometimes I think about the way things are now, and I can't help but feel like he's won." "He hasn't," Harry replies fiercely, unwilling to let this shadowed figure take anything else from them. Not after they've worked so hard to escape his vice-like grip, to erase all his wrongdoings and turn them into something beautiful. or the one where Louis disappears for two years and the person who returns is not the same one who left 30.1k WIP

[niallivesinlarryland]

omegle officially got shut down which means i don’t know where else to go to roleplay 😫 if anyone is interested in roleplaying, try using rolechat.org or omegleweb.com! it’s basically the same as omegle. or send me a message here and we can work something out!

[thatkatkid]

No Absolutes

Description:

Louis’ list is weird, very weird but hitting unsuspecting pedestrians with his new car has never been on it.

Or the one where Louis made the mistake of taking his eyes off the road and hit Harry with his new car, Zayn's desperately in love with a Youtube personality, and no one really knows what's going on, ever.

Word Count:

72,820

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[potatopassion]

hey guys! what are we using to rp now? rolechat is a hit or miss most nights!

also, if anyone is up for an rp, send me your telegrams! I like playing bottom Louis personally and I'm just trying to find more rp partners so hit me up please!

[1dpromptwriting]

Soooo I was wondering - is Tumblr still a thing??

I see the notifications from time to time of someone liking my writing but how many of you are still there?

It‘s been five years since I‘ve last posted on here, since I‘ve written anything. Life has been super hectic but also super amazing to me and I never left our fandom. I just had so much stuff going on that I usually only read stories instead of writing but guess what? I started writing again.

Looking through my To-Do list made me so excited so I just wanted to check in if anyone would even be interested in me posting stuff again?

Karin Xx

[stoplouistomlinson]

[tea-and-dimples]

Book review! My policeman

Listen, the book was awesome, a wonderful exploration of the queer expirence in 1950s England. However, as a fanfic connoisseur I would be lying if I said this didn’t read like a Larry stylinson Angst AU fic. The character descriptions and the mannerisms are literally how those two are described in fics. It was nice because it made the movie casting that much more perfect. But I digress, it’s a nice calm read, good for a lazy Sunday.

[blueskiesrry]

an excerpt on pink floyd

“What’s a song that you wish you would have written?” Harry had asked one morning. He was sitting on the counter, messing with the radio while Louis attempted to cook him breakfast. Louis wasn’t a completely incompetent cook, despite what Harry said. Sure, he wasn’t nearly as good as Harry who could whip up an elaborate but delicious pasta dish with minimal ingredients or preparation. But a basic breakfast, he could do. Over easy egg on toast, a side of crispy bacon, black coffee for Harry, and tea for Louis. 

Louis had hummed to himself, gently nudging the eggs in the pan with his spatula to see if they were done. “I don’t write music,” he had responded, knowing before he said it that Harry wouldn’t like that answer.

Harry had a propensity for asking him obscure questions like that. “What’s a dream you’ve always had that you don’t allow yourself to think about because you don’t think it’s attainable?” he’d ask casually over coffee. They’d be driving down the highway, Harry humming softly to the radio before he’d ask, “What trait do you value the most in yourself?” or “Do you have a hunch about how you’ll die?” They were always pointless, arbitrary questions, but Louis liked that Harry asked them. He always felt like those questions were the reason that Harry knew him better than anyone else, and he liked feeling that way. He liked that he felt like he knew more about Harry than anyone else.

“Louis,” Harry had whined from his spot on the counter. Louis simply turned to look at him, a soft teasing smile dancing across his lips. “If you wrote songs, what song would you wish you were responsible for because it’s just so good?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, turning back to the egg and popping a hand on his hip. The canvas fabric of the apron he was wearing (per Harry’s insistence) was rough against his fingers. “Maybe Mind Games. John Lennon.”

Harry seemed to ponder this quietly, leaning back with his hands pressed to the counter behind him and crossing his feet at the ankle.

“Is that a satisfactory answer?” Louis asked, stealing a quick glance after observing Harry’s silence.

“Possibly.” Harry shrugged. “Why’d you pick that song?”

Louis flipped one egg in the pan, enjoying the sizzle as he pressed his spatula down on top of it. “I like the lyrics. It’s hopeful without overlooking the work it takes to create change. And the guitar is cool.”

Harry had hummed to himself, seemingly satisfied. He reached over to turn the dial on the radio station as the song that had been playing came to an end.

“What about you? What song do you wish you would have written?” Louis lifted up the edge of the eggs to check the bottoms. They needed a bit more time. He moved to the other pan, using tongs to move the cooked bacon to the plates by the stove. Harry had already toasted some bread.

“Easy,” Harry said, the grin evident in his voice. “On The Turning Away, Pink Floyd.”

Louis had snorted, thinking Harry was trying to get a rise out of him, but when he didn’t say anything, Louis turned to find him with a slight frown painted over his face. “You’re serious?” Louis asked with partial amusement.

“Well, yeah,” Harry responded. “It’s my favorite Pink Floyd song.”

“Oh my–” Louis stopped himself, reaching over to turn off the stove. “That cannot be your favorite Pink Floyd song.” He picked up the pan, transfer the eggs onto the toast.

“Why not?” Harry frowned.

“Because,” Louis replied, resting his hip against the counter to turn and give Harry his full attention. “That song was post Waters.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, more amused now than offended. “So?” he snorted. “I liked Gilmour’s era better.” He had grinned, almost like he knew exactly what he was doing, like he knew Louis was bound to get defensive about the subject.

“Harry.” Louis laughed, he couldn’t believe his ears. “The Waters era is objectively better than any other Pink Floyd era. You absolutely cannot sit there and tell me that you casually prefer David Gilmour.”

Harry shrugged, hopping off the counter and walking around Louis to grab his plate. “Nothing in music is objective, Lou.” He sat down at the small table in the kitchen and took a heaping bite of his toast. The yolk was perfectly runny, trickling gold down his chin. Harry wiped it away with the back of his hand.

Louis brought his own plate to the table, sitting down across from Harry and watching him chew. He had yet to try his breakfast. “It is objectively better when you consider commercial success. Dark Side of the Moon is one of the best selling albums of all time. I’m pretty sure The Wall is up there, too. Both written by Waters.”

Harry smiled softly, swallowing his bite. “Alright, but that doesn’t mean I have to like him better.”

Louis had sighed, staring down at his own plate and picking at his bacon.

“If you’re so keen on the Waters era, what’s the best Pink Floyd song? In your subjective opinion.” Harry spoke without malice, watching Louis curiously and taking another bite of his toast.

Louis had gotten distracted watching the crumbs fall from his mouth and had to ask Harry to repeat his question. Harry had grinned, but repeated the question nonetheless.

“Shine on You Crazy Diamond. Easy.”

“And why do you like that one?”

Louis shrugged. “It’s a tribute to Barrett, which I think is beautiful. And it’s long enough with so many layers that I find something different every time I listen. It never gets old.”

Harry reached out a hand to cover Louis’ own resting on the table. The touch was enough to make Louis look up at him. “I think that’s a great reason to like it,” he said softly, his eyes sparkling deviously in the morning light that had spilled through the kitchen window.

Louis shook his head, laughing softly. “You’re a little brat, you know that?”

Harry scrunched his nose, a movement that Louis recognized as his attempt to keep himself from smiling. “You love it,” he said, letting go of Louis’ hand to take another bite of food.

[thelavendrhaze]

fic: for you, i would ruin myself

author: wildestdreams

rating: explicit

word count: 54.2k+

It was the perfect last day of summer. They built sandcastles, wrote their names in the sand, and caught crabs, which they eventually let go when one of them pinched Louis and he was near tears. Afterward, they swam in the ocean, splashing each other playfully before moving toward one another in sync, lips pressing together in sweet kisses. When their skin turned prune-like, they returned to shore, laying out on their towels beneath the bright sun, snacking on fruit and chocolate while talking about everything and nothing.

At some point, Harry had shared, “I think this has been my favorite summer yet.”

“Why’s that?” Louis asked, a smile peeking out as though he already knew. He looked so pretty and cool with his sun-kissed skin and black Ray-Bans covering his eyes.

Harry rolled over on his towel until he was half-pressed against Louis and placed his palms on top of Louis’ chest, tucking his chin over them. “Because I had you.”

or, Harry’s unrequited crush on Louis turns into a whirlwind summer romance, only to leave him heartbroken in the end. Years later, a return to his hometown forces Harry to confront his past and the one person he was running from.

one | wanting was enough two | for me, it was enough three | to live for the hope of it all

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[whattarush]

ok one more thing and i will finally stop and go to sleep if we were supposed to ~believe that harry and louis were really MORTAL ENEMIES who hated each other, why was it so natural for harry to walk right up to a shirtless louis and hug him? if we are supposed to believe they weren’t close, you aren’t going to be comfortable with hugging that shirtless person bc none of that bullshit narrative is true spoiler alert ok i’m done goodnight

[mason-conaway]

Flash Forward to Forever:

Harry never expected to be here with Louis years later. He never expected his university boyfriend to become his future husband. And with all the challenges they've already had to face with Louis' amnesia, he also never could have expected that the worst was yet to come. 19.3k WIP

This is a sequel to Flash Back to Me <3

new chapterrrrr <3

[pezmanips]

Louis Tomlinson and Perrie Edwards

requested by myself (and a lovely pea)

[onlygettingolderbaby]

She's on my mind when I'm on yours.

Louis est encore en train de courir dans les couloirs de backstage, presque sûr qu'il a réussi à perdre Liam, quand une porte s'ouvre et qu'il ne l'évite que partiellement. Louis se prends le mur d'en face, serrant le ballon contre lui par réflexe et est prêt à menacer de trainer quelqu'un en justice jusqu'à ce qu'il ne relève les yeux et voit Perrie en face de lui et se remette à rire. "Pez ! Personne ne t'a prévenu qu'il fallait faire attention ici love ?" Il se moque, une main sur son épaule qui a un peu pris, mais rien de grave, et Louis se détends, penche la tête en se rendant compte qu'il ne s'attendait pas du tout à voir la blonde ici en fait, et pourquoi Zayn ne lui a rien dit. Sale menteur. "Je te ferais bien un calin mais je dois puer pire qu'un chien mouillé." il grimace, et regarde autour, se demande finalement ou son les autres garçons finalement. "Tu es venue voir le concert ? Tu as besoin d'un autographe ? Tu suis à l'after ?" Louis demande, faisant tourner son ballon sur lui même comme si il essayait de l'impressionner. Peut-être que ça marche, qui sait. Il a l'impression de la voir tellement peu quand ils tournent qu'il se tranforme rapidement en golden retriever surexcité, toujours heureux de voir quelqu'un d'autre que les quatre idiots.