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badger-bear · 3 years ago

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I didn’t think I read as much this month and yet here we are, one book and forty five fics later lol

Books

The Cipher by Isabella Maldando

Fics

Just A Little Something by hostage

"You know, I've never-" Marcel begins, but Louis cuts him off.

"I know," he smiles softly.

"No, I mean-" Marcel furrows his brow adorably, trying to get his point across. "Not- not even a kiss."

Or, Marcel brings Louis an entirely new meaning to "working in pairs."

It’s Hard To Fight Naked by winterdusks // @loustarlight

Prompt 6: Louis and Harry are roommates, but they cannot stand each other. When Harry heard Louis moan his name while Louis was riding a dildo in Harry’s room (Louis thought he was alone at home), Harry couldn’t stop himself and so he ended up fucking Louis against the mattress. Happy ending!

or where Louis leaves dirty socks on the couch, Zayn does assignments while he's high, and Harry is hopelessly crushing on his roommate.

Perfect Delight by talasArchrivex // @talasarchive

Louis waited until his husband had left the room. He had been vigilant and wary all night. His consciousness is aware of every movement Harry makes. A few sleepless nights that brought out some heavy eye-bags in his eyes. Just to make sure Harry does not open or even as much as go near the closet. The closet that hides his little secret, his pride and joy. His nest.-

Self indulgent fluff of Omega Louis making a nest.

Nobunny Like You by pluckedcherries

"Bunnies often get restless staying in one place for too long, so after many broken glasses and bruised knees, Louis regularly practices yoga to relieve some of the tension. Harry was glad Louis was relieving his tension—yoga made him even more flexible than he already was- but the tension in Harry’s pants was only building up, seeing that supple bum being presented so deliciously in front of him. If he could just reach out and—no. Louis is his best friend, Louis trusts him. He shouldn’t be thinking like that, Harry thought to himself.”

Louis Tomlinson is a bunny hybrid.

Louis Tomlinson is in love with Harry Styles.

Harry Styles is a human.

He is also, clueless.

with love on the line by disgruntledkittenface // @disgruntledkittenface

“I didn’t realize, since you have to get so close to a beta to scent them and I was trying to keep my distance, but it’s kind of like–”

“Apples,” Harry finishes, running the silk under his nose again. “Like a freshly cut apple at the height of fall.”

“Mm, exactly,” Louis agrees, the scent reaching his nose despite Harry’s efforts to hog it. “It blends so well with us, don’t you think? Your floral–”

“Jasmine,” Harry corrects, the way he always does. “Jasmine flower. And your sandalwood and vanilla. How does it go so well?”

“I don’t know,” Louis says, shrugging. “But it does. I think maybe that’s what it would be like. If we were with him.”

Harry and Louis have always been Harry and Louis. Then they meet Nick.

A relationship in three snapshots.

Delightfully Wrapped by talasarchivesx // @talasarchive

“Harry, I swear to god, this is your last and only!”

“Shh, you’re alright, love. Deep breaths.”

“Shut up, if you even think of bringing your knot near me I am going to cut it off and feed it to you!”-

A second part of fluff from Perfect Delight where Louis was making a nest, but this time Paris, their pup, are in the photo.

To Will, To Wander, To Want, To Wonder by LadyLondonerry // @londonfoginacup

Dear Sir,

I am aware that you may not know who I am, but I am writing this letter in order to beg for your assistance. Nine years ago, someone dear to me was kidnapped by a collection of fae, who scorched the earth in their wake. They have imprisoned him in a castle in the North Kingdom, for the sins of his parents, and no one has seen him since. I have spent nine years desperate to find a knight brave enough to face off against these fearsome fae, and I understand that you may be willing to help me in my quest. Few have been willing to help, and all who have, have returned empty-handed. I implore you to seek for the goodness within your heart, to help my dear friend. I miss him profoundly.

Yours,

Niall Horan, Duke of Penworthy

Or, Louis Tomlinson, Omega Crown Prince, goes on a quest.

All I Want For Christmas Is You (And Your Children) by CobaltVelvet

Harry finds himself at Tesco on December 24th for a quick grocery shopping with his daughter Leah.

He thought he’d come back home with a few things for dinner (and probably a few that Leah slipped through the cart without him noticing).

He absolutely did not think about the possibility of meeting a gorgeous single father of two children.

And inviting him to his Christmas Eve dinner at home.[Christmas Fic with single parents Harry and Louis, they meet at Tesco, Louis is struggling with money but no fear because Harry is there and it’s just really cute]

Introduction to Dynamics by juliusschmidt // @juliusschmidt

Louis Tomlinson is the outspoken omega in the 'Introduction to Dynamics' course Harry wishes he didn't have to take. He's nearly certain to present as a beta, after all. Things will be simple for him.

In A Safe Place by berzerkshires // @berzerkshires

Being a great sister meant helping her little sister in any way on her wedding day....even if that meant stepping into her old church with a new friend.

A Cage for Every Ugly Spirit by sarcasticfluentry

First-year uni student Harry gives up orgasms for Lent, featuring a cock cage and weekly prostate milkings on Sundays. Warning for religion kink. Written for the 1D Novena Ficathon.

You’re Stumbling Like The Narzarene by sarcasticfluentry

Harry hasn't had an orgasm in six weeks since he gave them up for Lent. On Easter Day, he has five. Written for the 1D Novena Ficathon.

Slow Dance In The Dark by MyEnglishRose // @lwtisloved

Harry has never cared much for dancing until, following an attempt to make it up to his sister and niece, he meets said niece’s favourite ballet teacher. Louis walks on rivers and has a life-changing show to prepare, Harry hides in shadows and hopes he can mend his relationship with his family; Harry offers a hand and Louis offers his own back. It turns out, falling in love can be as sweet and tender as a slow dance.

Or. Louis dances around and Harry takes a leap of faith. Eventually, they fall.

Make Him Want To Sin by QuickedWeen // @becomeawendybird

The stranger’s sharp gaze landed on him immediately, the eye contact shattering through Harry’s defenses. For the first time in his life, Harry had an instantaneous reaction to someone. The man stared down at him with interest, like he wanted to take Harry apart and put him back together again, piece by piece. Harry wanted that more than anything, and he wanted it right now. It took every ounce of strength he had ever possessed to not drop down to his knees instinctively.

All from one glance.

Harry is a curatorial assistant at the London Museum of Natural History, on the day of the big annual gala he catches a glimpse of someone unexpected.

Moonstruck by lhhome // @lh-home

“Hello, I’m Louis,” he introduces himself to Emma in a raspy voice, putting an arm around Harry’s waist as he does so. Well, that answered Emma’s unvoiced question because she hadn’t been entirely sure about Florence’s intentions when introducing her to Harry. Ever since their breakup last year Florence had introduced them to a lot of people of all genders she wanted to set them up with ignoring their talk of being happily single.

Harry is just trying to figure himself out, Louis just wants to help his long-term partner but doesn't know how and Emma's best friend Florence just might claim she is a matchmaker.

from, your secret admirer by flicker_album // @flicker-album

“I did something nice today.”

Niall gave him a blank stare. “That’s what you didn't want to tell me? Seriously, H. You do something nice every day. Multiple times a day, even.”

Sighing, Harry said, “Yeah, but this is… different…” He trailed off, still unsure of how to say it.

Niall just continued to stare. “Well?”“I’m sending secret admirer anons to someone on Tumblr.”

Or the one where Louis is Harry's Tumblr crush so he sends him secret admirer messages for Valentine's Day

to reach a port we must set sail by thedeathchamber

On holiday in Southern Italy, Louis and Henry go on a special outing.

Or, Louis and Henry, Italy, a coffee shop, and a sailing boat.

under thorn and bramble by thedeathchamber

Prompt 445: A historical AU where Louis is working as a servant on a farm. The family that owns the farm is exceedingly cruel to him and he is often exhausted and in pain from his work. A mysterious stranger boards at the farm and is very intrigued by Louis, but Louis doubts his interest in genuine. Any pairing fine.

Fucking Cute by bluecolouredlou // @bluecolouredlou

“Nervous, very nervous,” Louis let out a short chuckle, “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Louis is finally on tour but he may be a little bit (very) nervous about it (but Niall is there to save the day)

you (lost and lonely) by docklands // @hershelsue

Harry and Louis have a couple of days together before Louis goes on tour. Sometimes, however, dysphoria hits Harry harder than he can handle. Louis makes it alright.

as long as there’s us by docklands // @hershelsue

Harry and Zayn discuss what to do for Valentine's Day. It doesn't really matter.

loosen up my buttons by softfonds // @softfonds

The beautiful man opened this bakery about a year ago. He remembered the exact day he came: a glum, rainy morning in the middle of February, which instantly turned brighter the minute he saw him. The man had come in with some paint buckets and tools, and Louis doubted he would be able to fix up the drab place all by himself. But as he walked down the stairs at the end of the day and saw the man standing there in the middle of a gorgeous pink and white shop, clearly proud of his work, Louis fell in love at first sight. If only he knew how to talk to him.

Usually, Louis knew how to flirt. He prided himself on it. But every time he looked at the beautiful man, he completely forgot how to form sentences, and there was no way he could go up to him only to make a fool of himself. That was the last thing he needed.

Or, Louis owns a tattoo shop called Pretty in Ink, Harry owns a bakery called Rolling Scones, they haven't been introduced, and Valentine’s Day seems like the perfect opportunity to finally talk to the man Louis has been pinning over for the past year. And they both end up with more love than they bargained for.

their lips are lying only real is real by vanillabeanniall // @vanillabeanniall

“We have a special deal for couples through the next two months,” she was saying. “A free 48-hour movie rental of anything in this redbox, as long as your purchase is $10 or more. And, I have to say, you two are one of the cutest couples I’ve seen throughout this whole sale.”

Louis smiled politely and glanced behind him, opening his mouth to say that he and this stranger weren’t together. Then the words died in his throat. Louis abruptly grabbed the boy’s hand and turned back to the saleswoman, smiling widely.

“Thanks, yeah, we’ve been together for three years.”

The salesperson grinned and started selling the movie thing. Louis could practically feel the waves of confusion rolling off of Tall Fit Banana Boy, so he turned to him and whispered, “Just go with it, they have my favorite movie.”

Or, the one where Louis and Harry pretend they're in love to get a few free movies until suddenly they stop pretending.

Take a Piece of My Heart by cherrylarry // @beelou

Niall takes one last look in the mirror, fixing his collar. He smirks and points finger guns at his reflection. Damn, he looks good today.

Niall locks his door and walks across the hall to Shawn’s and knocks four times. Shawn opens the door and Niall has to stop himself from gasping. He’s just wearing a white t-shirt with a jean jacket and light blue jeans. He shouldn’t look as good as he does in this outfit.

Maybe there is a flaw in Niall’s plan.

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The one where Niall invites his neighbor Shawn to a Valentine’s Day get together with his friends and maybe it’s a mistake.

Target Practice by tomkiffson

AU where preppy or nerdy Louis starts dating Punk (or at least troublemaker) Harry to get revenge on his parents.

Make Your Mark by ladyAJ_13 // @ladyaj-13

When one of Liam's classmates isn't getting the hint that he's not interested, Louis suggests they make him look unavailable.

With A Little Kindness by jacaranda_bloom // @ jacaranda-bloom

The man lays his hand on Harry’s forearm and Harry looks up as the stranger leans in. “I just wanted to say,” he whispers. “Can I cover your bill? I’m a big believer in paying it forward and I can see you’re struggling. It’s none of my business, of course, but I’d really like to help.”

OR the one where Harry is a struggling single parent who doesn’t have time for relationships and Louis is a generous stranger who is unlucky in love, until fate decides to step in and bring them together.

What The Silence Said by kikiberoski16 // @larrysballetslippers

“Our lives were just beginning, our favourite moment was right now, our favourite songs were unwritten. ‘Love is a mixtape’, Rob Sheffield.”

Or, Louis has tried to ask Harry, the quiet and cute librarian at his local library, out for some time. He never expected that quoting Harry's favourite books work so well for him. A very silent Valentine's day fic.

Hot, Sweet, Sexy Loving by princelyharry // @princelyharry

They'd been best friends since university. Harry was an unclaimed omega and Louis was an unmated alpha. Ever since they met, it’s been a thing that they would help each other through their respective heats and ruts. But what happens when suddenly Harry becomes pregnant with Louis’ baby?

A friends with benefits AU

At Last by juliusschmidt // @juliusschmidt

That’s when Louis sees it, scrawled in the corner: let’s do valentine’s.

There’s a few more notes after that, a place and a number, but Louis can’t process them in that moment.

His heart pounds and his head spins. Zayn wants to spend Valentine’s Day… with Louis. Louis’d spent so much time equivocating about whether or not to ask Zayn on a date that Zayn had beat him to it.

Quiver ‘n’ Hole by yeah_alright // @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Louis' Valentine's Day glory hole special is getting shot by "Cupid's arrow." And he's got a very full quiver to unload.

Just Can’t Get Enough by littleroverlouis // @littleroverlouis

“I’m all yours, so long you tell me what to do.”

A lazy smile tugs on Harry’s lips. “Open wide, honey bee.”

A Valentine’s Day followup to Mistletoe Mouth.

babydoll blues by devilinmybrain // @thedevilinmybrain

Louis is a high profile, filthy rich label executive who has the world at his feet - a music god.. Harry is the sugar baby trying to make a name for himself singing in shady bars and hanging off the arm of Louis' biggest rival. What Louis wants, Louis gets. But what if the game gets too hot and hits a little too close to the heart?

Cupid’s Chokehold by littleroverlouis // @littleroverlouis

Harry will do anything Louis asks of him, including serving as Cupid for his classroom Valentine's Day party.

He is content with candy and cupcakes as a payment, but Louis offers him something extra.

I Like Different Places (Nobody Calls It a Sin) by YesIsAWorld // @louandhazaf

Louis' hands shot up in front of him, like it would prove his innocence. “Gem, I swear, it’s not what you think.” He knew what that sounded like, but it was true, even if he couldn’t follow it up with the whole truth of the situation. Gemma was like family to him, but she was Harry’s actual family, and the rage in her eyes broke Louis’ heart. That after everything they’d been through, Gemma thought he was capable of going behind Harry’s back.

The one where Harry comes out to his family.

Been Waitin’ (After Weekend After Weekend After) by nonsensedarling // @absoloutenonsense

Louis and Harry meet at a laundromat.

Only Gonna Touch It by lovingstheantidote // @lovingstheantidote

This was supposed to be calm and self-exploratory, but now Louis is driving him over the fucking edge. And he needs more. So much more than just soft water on his body.

“You don’t want to keep going love? Love watching you like this. I could always watch you like this.”

Harry's relaxing bath night is interrupted, but not ruined.

Since I’ve Found You by rearviewdreamer // @all-these-larrythings

Louis woke up on the morning he was meant to volunteer at the Feed the Homeless program at St. Mary's church hoping for an opportunity to give back a little to a city that has given him everything he could ever want. Little did he know, there was one more great thing waiting there for him; a boy with radiant green eyes in a weathered jacket and a beat-up backpack slung over his shoulders.

Cuddle Up A Little Closer by jaerie // @jaerie

Harry's therapist suggests that he should get a pet. Liam might have found the perfect one for him.

Where Love Grows by neondiamond // @neondiamond

When his husband leaves without warning only weeks after the birth of their first child, a struggling Harry is forced to move in with a work colleague and raise his newborn in the desolate, dreary outskirts of London. There, within the walls of a shitty apartment complex, he meets Louis Tomlinson, fellow struggling parent and hopeless romantic.

Escape by Snowy38

“Buddy…you really don’t have to go,” Louis added, making him falter in his step.

Harry took short, frightened breaths into his lungs and turned.

Louis. That was a typical cowboy name. A good strong, male name. A good strong male who could be harmful. A good strong male who could over-power him and hurt him. Something in his kind blue eyes told him he wouldn’t, though. It was strange, being able to read him like that, but it was true. He didn’t want to hurt him. He wanted to help.

The intruder reached for his sleep bag and he clutched it to his chest protectively. His eyes flicked over Louis’ face but he didn’t move to touch him. Louis’ horse- Hunter- gently butted his arm with his nose.

“Hunter seems to have taken a shine to you,” Louis continued as though he hadn’t just chased him halfway down his drive and was still without a name for him. “Why don’t you come up for breakfast?” He invited.

Come With Me (to the sea) phdmama // @phd-mama

One mermaid. One healer. One hot afternoon.

Backseat by juliusschmidt // @juliusschmidt

"God, stop," Louis says, and he reaches around to pinch Harry's ass. Hard.

Harry pouts, but inside? Inside, he's exploding with joy.

See, he doesn't even like hiking. He only joined the hiking club because Liam told him that his super freaking hot friend Louis was in it. And they were going on a Spring Break trip to the Smokies.

So here he is. On a twelve hour drive. To embark on a five day backpacking trip through the mountains. With the hottest man Harry's ever met. Who just pinched his ass.

I Get So Lost Inside Your Eyes by disgruntledkittenface // @disgruntledkittenface

“I’m just going to change into something more comfortable.”

“Babe,” Zayn says, reaching up to smooth Niall’s hair out of her face. “We’ve talked about this, you don’t have to do stuff like that for me, I’m not a guy–”

“Trust me, I know,” Niall says lightly, winking at Zayn before she shuffles back and climbs off her lap. “And it’s not for you, it’s for me.”

When Niall invites Zayn to stay over for the first time, Zayn has no idea that Niall has a surprise in store for her. Or that she’ll like it so much.

#february reads #28th appreciation #monthly reads #2022 reads

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coolnerdyandalone · 5 years ago

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on FIMQ deleting her content and COVID-19 (and a gratuitous larry fic rec)

@freddiesmyqueen first of all queen i hope you’re doing ok although i know some shit must have gone down for you to delete/private list all your videos and i hope you know that the larry community supports you always. Also your talent is TRULY unmatched in the world of video editing - no one makes edits quite like you and that’s why your loss impacts the community so profoundly.

secondly, i know at least i was hoping to turn to rewatching all of FIMQ’s videos while i’m being quarantined due to the coronavirus. and i’m willing to bet that i’m not the only one. this is a scary time and for people like me who feel profoundly alone right now, the only way for me to calm my nerves and fears is by reverting to the content and community that helped me feel not so alone when i was in middle and high school. For me, that looks like watching FIMQ videos and reading my favorite larry fanfics (which i will also link below). because of this i thought it might be helpful to repost some links that were posted by @bluemoonlarryandkaylor for a signal boost (if my teeny-tiny account can be called a signal boost).

link to a google drive with FIMQ videos: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1ONwfLOd_IYvAL5OUDqDb_LLgQsDpd9il

link to an acct with some FIMQ re-uploads: https://www.youtube.com/user/Joana3961/videos

link to FIMQ vids with spanish subtitles: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLIouodFhArMkQhOHxv2t2NgxTwl6KvXAT

and now if you want to look at some good old fashioned larry fics that are my ABSOLUTE faves and could 100% be actual novels/movies, keep reading:

And Then A Bit** by @infinitelymint aka the best fanfic ever written (basically larry fakes a relationship for publicity with each other and it could be cannon if you really wanted to hope upon hopes): https://archiveofourown.org/works/1415272/chapters/2972746 (159k)

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

Escapade** by @haydolce aka the Jack McQueen fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4034197/chapters/9071932 (146k)

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

California Sold** by @isthatyoularry : https://archiveofourown.org/works/5157680/chapters/11877494 (123k)

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame) by @theboyfriendstagram : https://archiveofourown.org/works/4263903/chapters/9652944 (84k)

Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be.

A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can't have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.

Pull Me Under** by @zarah5 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/870766/chapters/1672104 (140k)

AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis' favourite teammate, Liam as Louis' agent, and Zayn as Liam's boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

You You You** by @isthatyoularry : https://archiveofourown.org/works/846690/chapters/1617212 (137k)

“Infamous boybander leaves club together with unknown,” read the headline. Underneath were pictures of a boy with dark curls, green eyes and very tight pants. They both studied the article for a moment, reading it through quickly. “Is that…?” Louis frowned. That guy almost looked exactly like... "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" "Louis," Niall said, looking absolutely fucked over. "You just fucked the most wanted guy on earth. You just fucked Harry Styles of One Direction."

Or, the one where Harry and Louis meet at a club and Louis takes Harry home, only for him to realize that the boy who just made him breakfast half naked is Harry Styles from One Direction.

Like an Endless Summer by @horsegirlharry : https://archiveofourown.org/works/11365494/chapters/25442085 (87k)

“You just wanna go fawn over Styles as soon as possible,” Zayn grumbles.

“I do not. Plus, he probably got ugly this year. Eighteen is an awkward time...I bet he’s got acne and one of those terrible fuckboy haircuts all the hipsters are getting these days, with the shaved sides? Just watch, the first year we’re gonna get any time together is gonna be the first year I don’t have a stupid crush on him.”

---

Or, Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’s formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun.

Three French Hems by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews : https://archiveofourown.org/works/3064493 (20k)

In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

The Dead of July aka the Marvel Fic by @whimsicule : https://archiveofourown.org/works/3594570/chapters/7928520 (117k)

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

Gods & Monsters by @mizzwilde : https://archiveofourown.org/works/2090982/chapters/4550871 (201k)

The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did.

Love is a Rebellious Bird aka LIARB aka the orchestra fic aka dont hum bolero by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews : https://archiveofourown.org/works/1162438/chapters/2362331 (135k)

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

My English Love Affair** by @isthatyoularry : https://archiveofourown.org/works/1873962 (19k)

The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody's supposed to find out it's about you.

The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by @haydolce : https://archiveofourown.org/works/5799241/chapters/13366498 (113k)

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

Wild and Unruly aka the Cowboy fic by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews : https://archiveofourown.org/works/2723093/chapters/6099611 (124k)

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

For As Long As I Can Remember (It’s Been December)** by @greenfeelings : https://archiveofourown.org/works/15051122/chapters/34892210 (128k)

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

the boys of fall** aka the american football fic by @godgavemelou : https://archiveofourown.org/works/5443037 (21k)

“And everyone, this is Harry Styles. He’s going to be our starting quarterback this year.”

Louis looks at him, the tall and lanky Harry Styles, and takes it all in. He’s got hair to his shoulders that curls at the ends, tattoos all down his arms, and a bright smile on his face as the team cheers him on. He’s lean and fit, and absolutely beautiful, and Louis hates him to the core.

OR an american football au where the boys play for the university of tennessee, and harry and louis quite hate each other.

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falsegoodnight · 4 years ago

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✰ These Lights Are Blinding ✰

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This is the first 4k-ish words of a fic I spontaneously started writing after getting the idea in a dream. This could all be scrapped or changed but I’m currently 7k in so I hope not :)

I shared a link to a google document on twitter for feedback but I thought I’d just share it here for more potential thoughts/feedback too!

(Vale, if you see this, look away!)

Trigger warning: kidnapping, minor violence, presence of guns, minor character death (unknown person), mentions of blood, etcetera

(I don’t think it’s scary at all but people have said so, so… beware?)

Louis mewls, head knocking back against the cool surface of the tiled walls with a clang. He doesn’t notice, not when Harry Styles is sucking unforgiving kisses down the length of his throat, licking up his pulse almost animalistically.

The hard thumping of the bass reverberates through the wall behind him and sinks into his back, muted sounds of laughing and screaming slipping through and curling into his ears. Louis doesn’t pay any of it any attention.

He lets out a small whine when Harry bites down on his collarbone before making his way back up to Louis’ parted lips, immediately sucking the bottom one into his mouth. Their lips slide together like a symphony, slow and methodical but still passionate and all-encompassing.

Harry is unrelenting, large hands bracing Louis up against the wall, fingers rubbing circles into the skin of his thighs almost possessively. He’s got Louis caged up against the tiles, broad figure covering Louis’ own and hiding him from view if any unsuspecting persons were to enter the bathroom within the next few minutes-

Or half an hour.

Because that’s how long they spend snogging in the bathrooms like they’re bloody teenagers- not that he particularly minds. Louis’ fingers roam over the expanse of Harry’s torso, brushing over the exposed triangle of skin on Harry’s chest where his sleek black button-up has been undone.

Harry hands’ slide around to cup his arse, squeezing and kneading at the flesh unabashedly. He’s all-consuming and intense as he slowly takes Louis apart.

He moans into Harry’s lips, yelping when the bastard bites down hard enough to taste blood. The sting sends a thrill through his veins. God, he’s been wanting this for six months but none of his fantasies can compare to the feeling of Harry’s hands on him, confident and greedy and reverent all at once.

Harry started working at the firm last November and Louis was instantly smitten by his dashing looks and endless charm. However, the true attraction grew as he realized how clever and intelligent and kind he was. How genuine and confident, but still humble and self-aware he is all the time.

It didn’t take long for him to develop a crush, pining after the attorney from afar while doing his own duties as a swamped paralegal in a small firm. Harry and him didn’t talk that often but when they did, they talked for ages, known to have long discussions in the break room where Louis’ tea had long gone cold yet he still clasped it to his chest shyly or endless banter and back-and-forths filled with wit and snarky jabs while in the company of other people until Niall jeers at them to, “Get a room!”

There was this profound connection between them from the very first day, a pulsing link that pulled them together in every room, almost alive.

And Louis has been yearning for it. Months and months of build-up, of chemistry and sexual tension, have led to this moment.

They’re at some club celebrating the victory of one of the biggest cases their local firm has ever seen. Harry had headed the case along with fellow attorney Liam Payne. They’ve been working on it for about three months now but the verdict came in yesterday.

They won.

And now the entire branch is out revelling in it. This sort of win can attract a lot of new customers, has the ability to put them on the map.

Louis may just be a paralegal, but his pride and happiness is monumental.

He showed up an hour before, letting Niall sling an arm around his shoulders and drag him into doing shots with the rest of the troupe. Then Louis weaved his way onto the dance floor, swaying and moving to the beat in his sweat-slick blouse and skintight jeans.

And then he saw Harry.

He had looked like an otherworldly being when Louis first spotted him in the crowd, people parting as he made his way to Louis with a steely look on his face and dressed impeccably in a black button-up and black jeans.

They drifted towards each other like twin magnets, Harry’s hands locking in around his waist and Louis’ fingers digging into his biceps.

Needless to say, they were stumbling into the bathroom within minutes.

Louis whimpers as Harry rubs one of his nipples through the material of his flimsy sheer top and leans down to mouth over it right after, soothing the sting. They came in here for a quickie but they haven’t quite gotten there yet, each other getting too distracted by the other’s lips and body.

Not that Louis is complaining.

Harry kisses his way back up to Louis’ lips yet again, shoving him further up against the wall. Louis’ spine straightens against the hard surface, body quivering from desperation and arousal. Harry’s so fucking strong, god.

He digs his fingers into Harry’s styled hair, undoubtedly messing it up. Harry doesn’t seem to mind, letting out a low groan before biting down hard on Louis’ bottom lip.

Harry bites his earlobe next, breath fanning across the sensitive skin of his neck. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

Louis shivers. “What?” he breathes.

He can feel Harry’s smirk before he speaks, “Take you out to dinner.”

Louis shudders, head slumping back against the wall with a small thud. “Is that a threat?”

“S’a promise, baby,” Harry murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to his pulse. The tender action is a stark contrast from the frantic desperation of the past half an hour. Louis is still not complaining. “I don’t want the first time I have you be in a public restroom for a club quickie,” he continues, teeth grazing Louis’ throat teasingly. “You deserve better than that.”

“What if I want it?” Louis breathes, slowly grinding his hips down and forward, savoring Harry’s replying hiss of pleasure, hips bucking to meet Louis’. “What if I need it?”

Harry’s eyes are dark when Louis blinks coyly at him. He wore his best mascara tonight so he knows his eyes look sexy as fuck. Harry leans in close, lips brushing his torturously light. “If you need it, sweetheart, then who am I to-”

A loud thump has them both going rigid in place, spinning to face the now open door where Liam Payne is staring at them in horror.

“Oh, fuck, I didn’t need to see this,” Liam exclaims, slapping a hand over his eyes dramatically. “Harry, the boss wants to speak to us… Like now.”

Harry groans, head dropping to Louis’ shoulder.

Louis grins despite himself, patting Harry’s head softly. “S’okay, Styles. You can still take me to dinner.”

Harry chuckles into his shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss there before gently setting Louis down. He grips Louis by the chin and kisses him firmly on the lips again. It was innocent but Louis is still left breathless and wanting.

Damn Liam and damn Saunders.

“Now,” Liam repeats, still covering his face.

Louis huffs. “We’re decent, Payne.”

Liam slowly peeks out over his fingers, looking skeptical. When he sees them standing over a foot apart, he lowers them fully, frowning. “Excuse me for being cautious,” he sniffs, before turning to Harry and gesturing to the door impatiently.

Harry grabs Louis’ hand and presses a lingering kiss to the back of it, whispering, “See you later, Lou.” Then he leaves with one last heated glance over his shoulder.

Louis stands there for another three minutes waiting for his heart to calm down, skin tingling with the ghost of Harry’s lips.

Then he goes and gets a drink.

It’s about an hour later when Louis starts getting restless. Harry and Liam aren’t back yet so Louis has been hanging out with Niall and Liam’s boyfriend, Zayn.

Zayn is an art therapist and he and Louis met over a year ago, introduced by Liam. They’ve become good friends over the course of firm events, parties, and other occasions. However, today Zayn is not his usual, sharp self. He’s feeling under the weather, skin gaunt and eyes lined with dark bags.

“Are you sure I shouldn’t take you home?” Louis asks for the dozenth time, rubbing soothing circles into the man’s shoulder. “You need rest, babe.”

“I’ll be fine,” Zayn insists, but his strained frown says otherwise. “Besides, you shouldn’t leave. You’ve been waiting for this to happen for months.”

Louis blushes, mind wandering back to Harry’s arms around him, Harry’s hands on him, the potential of Harry’s cock in him… He shakes it off, slipping on a determined expression. “That’s probably not even going to happen tonight. But what will happen if I don’t take you home is that you’ll get sick and be miserable.”

“You don’t have to come with me,” Zayn protests, looking ruffled but still miserable.

“No offense, Z, but you look like you’re going to fall over if you try to walk by yourself,” Louis says gently. “Let me help you, m’kay?”

Zayn sighs. “You’re not going to change your mind, are you?”

“I’m not above following you home either,” Louis jokes, shrugging casually. He squeezes Zayn’s shoulder, smiling when Zayn rolls his eyes and nods, giving in. “Okay, let’s go!”

“Let me text Liam,” Zayn says quickly right as Louis stands up. “You should tell Harry too.”

“You’re right,” Louis says, pulling out his phone.

He indulges his desire to wallow for a minute, frowning as he types out: zayn’s sick and I’m taking him home. raincheck? :(

Surprisingly, Harry replies immediately.

I guess it’s a good thing. Saunders is having us work out some final details for the case report. It’ll take another hour or so.

poor harry :o

>:(

dinner Sunday night? I’ll pick you up :))

sounds decent :))

He’s smiling giddily at his phone, excited with the promise of a date tomorrow night. He knows he’s blushing too but he can’t help it. Harry just makes him feel so many things. God, he can’t wait.

A final text from Harry sends right then: Text me when you get home safe xx

okay, will do xx

Zayn clears his throat and Louis startles, lips parting in surprise. Zayn sends him a knowing look and Louis elbows him, face burning. “Fuck off,” he mutters. “You and Liam are practically married.”

“If he ever proposes,” Zayn says sadly, looking woeful.

“He will! He’s just slow sometimes,” Louis insists, smirking.

Zayn elbows him back.

Liam drove Zayn to the club and Louis took the Tube so that’s the plan they settle on for getting to Zayn and Liam’s flat, catching the first one at the station and plopping down on the metal seats next to each other. Zayn’s flat is about five stops away but Louis doesn’t plan on keeping track of it- that’s always Zayn’s job.

Their knees knock together as they lean in to whisper to each other, Zayn interrogating him for more information on what happened earlier that night.

He cackles when Louis gets to the part about Liam walking in on Louis and Harry. “I guess it’s only karma,” he muses. “Since Harry’s walked in on me and Liam-”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Louis interrupts, sticking his tongue out childishly.

Zayn rolls his eyes. “No need to act all innocent when you were that close to letting Harry fuck you against the bathroom wall… while the door was unlocked.”

“Shut up,” Louis hisses, face burning when the woman next to him shoots him a reproachful look. “You’re supposed to be miserable right now, not making me miserable.”

Zayn coughs exaggeratedly, feigning a look of pain and adding a shuddery sigh for extra dramatics.

“I hate you,” Louis states flatly.

“You’re just moody because Harry didn’t-”

Louis pokes Zayn in the ribs, affronted. Zayn pokes him back, eliciting a breathy yelp. Their almost-tickle fight is cut off as the train comes to an abrupt halt. Louis furrows his eyebrows, glancing out the windows to see the familiar glaring white of the tunnel. They’re not at the next stop yet which means they’ve stopped for another reason.

“Are you fucking serious?” a man asks across the car.

They wait a few seconds but the train stays in place. Technical difficulties, he figures, groaning. “Really, Universe?” he whispers, disgruntled. He wants to go home and bundle up in blankets and replay the events of the bathroom over and over until he’s blushing and itching to go plan out his outfit for their date tomorrow night. But yet again, his plans are interrupted.

Instead of the usual intercom explanation where the driver would offer an estimated wait time for whatever happened to be fixed, the speakers stay completely silent. Nothing but the soft breathing of Zayn and the random woman on his left to cut through the ominous atmosphere. A prickle runs down Louis’ spine and he shivers. It feels almost… eerie.

As if sensing his discomfort, the lights switch off suddenly. Louis sucks in a breath, waiting. They don’t come back on. The prickling feeling grows, spreading down his limbs to his quivering fingers.

Next to him, Zayn’s hand fumbles for his, squeezing. Louis squeezes back, unnerved.

“Why isn’t there an announcement?” someone asks a bit further ahead.

Louis shudders again, tugging the sleeves of his jacket further over his pale fingers. It feels like all the heat in the air has been zapped out, a frosty chill settling over the train car.

A sudden loud thud has them all stilling in their seats. Louis exhales jaggedly, squeezing Zayn’s hand again. What the fuck is happening?

“There’s no service,” someone says. That’s less surprising- plenty of tunnels in London have spotty or nonexistent service, and yet now it feels almost threatening. “Wait, what the fuck? Now it’s dead? I just charged it!”

A litany of alarmed cries and words erupt after that realization. Louis bites his lip as he pulls his phone out of his pocket only to see that his too is dead.

The curling sense of dread in his stomach is ever growing, licking up his insides and clawing up his throat until it feels dry and useless.

“What’s happening?” Zayn asks, sounding panicked.

“It’s going to be okay,” someone else says, but there’s uncertainty laced in her words.

Louis has taken the Tube almost every day for the past five years, relying on it to get him everywhere since he doesn’t have a car and hates driving. Never once has anything like this ever happened. His heart is pounding in fear and apprehension.

And then, the lights flicker back on.

Standing in the middle of the car are three masked figures, dressed in all black and carrying guns.

A collective gasp rings through the silent car and bile rises in Louis’ throat, heart thumping against his chest excruciatingly. Holy fuck…

They stand there silently, looming and intimidating and blocking the main entrance. Their masks are almost Opera style, embellished with lace filigree and decals, covering the entire face. Even the eyeholes are covered with crimson gauzy fabric, looking stark and morbid.

How did they get in here? Louis wonders, feeling sick. He feels even more sick when he realizes he might not make it home tonight.

The middle stranger steps forward. “Ladies and gentlemen, you have been picked for a once in a lifetime opportunity.” His voice is low and threatening, mechanical, as if he’s using a voice modifier.

The doors slide open behind him and another three figures step into the car, appearing out of thin air. Louis bites back the urge to cry, especially when his eyes latch onto the rope and cloths grasped in their gloved hands.

The first woman to be grabbed screams. Loud and thrashing as they subdue her, pinning her wrists and tying them together with the thick rope. She’s gagged and blindfolded, shoved outside of the cart and against the wall, less than a meter from the train car.

“If any of you choose to not cooperate,” says the same masked man from before, “Well…” He points his gun to the ceiling and shoots, crumbling pieces of laminate raining down to the chorus of a dozen cries.

Louis is frozen in place, hand rigid in Zayn’s.

The strangers work efficiently and quickly, spreading out to apprehend as many people as possible. Louis suppresses a sob when Zayn is ripped away from him. No one seems to resist, all stunned and scared into submission. Most of the people here are young- college students dressed like they were out partying and having a blast. Their faces are now ashen, lips wobbling and shrinking into their miniskirts and tight jeans.

Louis realizes with poignant relief that there are no kids in this car, and then suddenly he’s grabbed too. His lips part on a silent scream as his hands are wrenched behind his back and tied, rope scraping against his bare wrists painfully.

A gag is shoved into his mouth and he chokes, eyes blinking with an onset of tears right as the blindfold is fastened over them rendering him blind. He’s stuck.

A rough hand is placed between his shoulder blades, shoving him forward. With his sight taken away, his other senses have heightened.

He stumbles, tripping over an abandoned shoe or handbag or anything, before he’s flailing in the open air as he falls forward. They pushed him out of the train car. His breathing hitches, body locking in anticipation of meeting death only to crash into the hard wall.

He lets out a choked groan, nose throbbing from where it knocked into the wall. If it’s not broken, it’s definitely bruised. The thick heat of blood trickles over his gag, staining his lips. His heart thrashes against his ribs. He’s definitely trembling now.

Another rough hand shoves him forward and he stumbles, almost bumping into another person. Another prisoner, he realizes. They’re being forced to walk sideways to fit in the small space between the train and the tunnel wall.

The person next to him whimpers, the sound muted and strangled.

Louis breathes harshly, neck craning back as if it’d help him escape the onslaught of sweat, dirt, and the earthy engine odor that’s a common smell for the Tube but now just feels nauseating.

I’m going to die, Louis thinks hysterically. He’s being kidnapped, bound and gagged like a prisoner. He’s never going to sleep in his bed again. Never going to law school, never going to be a lawyer, never going to get married or have kids or grow old.

They walk for what seems like miles, feet stumbling to the right almost subconsciously. At one point, Louis hears a distinct crash and a strangled roar of anger, before it’s drowned out by a deafening gunshot.

It rings through the open tunnel warningly. Louis swallows another wave of bile.

Someone has died and he’ll never know who it was. One of the uni girls and boys? The elderly man reading the newspaper and looking exhausted. One of the agitated looking businessmen undoubtedly on their way home, maybe to a wife or husband and kids?

He chokes out a sob, devastated and disgusted.

For a while it seems like they’ll never make it out of the tunnel, will be staggering deeper into the darkness for eternity. But then a loud screech of, “Stop!” cuts through the air, cold and sinister. Everyone freezes.

A few minutes later, Louis is hoisted up and over something, right foot hitting something solid and throbbing with pain.

He’s shoved up into a mass of people, all whimpering or crying softly into their gags. He still can’t see a thing, vision completely dark. Once again, they’re herded forward like cattle and then to the right and forward and to the left and forward and forward and forward.

Louis is feeling dizzy with exhaustion by the time he’s finally yanked into some sort of vehicle. Probably a truck or something considering the amount of people crammed in there with him. The telltale sound of tires screeching is alarming and profound.

They’re leaving. Kidnapped, taken, trapped. Like something out of a movie except it’s frighteningly real.

And no one is coming to rescue them, Louis thinks deliriously. They couldn’t call for help and Louis doubts the driver had time to radio in an emergency before he was probably shot and killed.

No one is coming… At least not yet, but by the time they do, it’ll be too late. He thinks faintly of his mum, his sisters, Niall, Liam, Harry… He’s never going to see any of them again.

God, he doesn’t even know if he’ll get to see Zayn again before they’re slaughtered or sacrificed or whatever the fuck is going to happen to them. This isn’t anything Louis has been expected to prepare for. This is something out of a horror movie…or a thriller novel where the main characters either die or survive by the skin of their teeth.

But Louis is not a protagonist of an action novel. He has no skills for this sort of thing, overwhelmed by his terror and weaknesses.

He’s going to die alone and unknown.

Despite his depressing thoughts, he dozes in and out of fitful sleep for the next few fours. They’re definitely not in London anymore by the time the truck finally stops.

Louis prepares himself for the inevitable rough handling but still winces when he’s hoisted out of the truck and onto the floor, stumbling forward and almost slamming into another prisoner. His shoulder smarts, stinging distractedly as he’s pushed into another line. It’s a mess of thumps and thuds and gasps and whimpers and muffled cries.

It feels like he’s standing on hot asphalt, a putrid chemical and metal odor burning his nostrils as he inhales deeply, throat dry and scratchy. They seem like they’re outside and yet it’s much too humid and hot for London’s typical May weather. A timid breeze brushes over his sweating face, cold against the dried blood on his nose.

A loud, hoarse voice breaks through the chaos, threatening and foreboding. Louis’ blood runs cold at the sinister tone which seems to come from everywhere at once. “Welcome to the Masquerade.”

*coming soon to falsegoodnight

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