#larry ficlets

[lunarheslwt]

Drabble: "kiss me"

“Teach me something in French,” Harry drawled, rolling his head to the side where it rested against Louis’ arm around him. They had been cuddling on the couch for the last half hour, and his best friend’s comforting presence was nearly lulling him to sleep.

“Hmm?” Louis asked, turning to look at him, looking just as at ease.

“Teach me how to say something in French,” Harry repeated. Watched a thoughtful pinch appear between Louis’ eyebrows, watched a tiny smile quirk his lips up.

“Embrasse moi.”

“Hmm?”

“Embrasse...moi…” Louis repeated slower, heavily accented, sweet.

“Embrasse moi,” Harry tried, testing the way the words rolled off his tongue. Louis’ little smile of encouragement felt like sunshine. “What does that mean?”

“Kiss me.”

Harry blinked hard. His heart swooped nauseatingly.

“W-what?”

“Kiss me,” Louis said again, eyes boring into his, not a hint of a joke written on his face. All thoughts screeched to a halt in Harry’s brain, and his gaze naturally fell to Louis’ lips.

“Okay.”

He leant in like it was no big deal. He let his eyes fall shut as if he hadn’t dreamed of this moment. He couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t a big deal the second his lips pressed against Louis’ gently, determined to commit the feel of it to his memory lest this was a dream.

It didn’t feel like nothing when Louis kissed back firmly and sweetly, cupping his face.

When he pulled back, heart in his throat, and all the blood seemingly rushing to his face, the sight of Louis licking his lips and looking at him dazedly just as well could send him to his grave early.

“Not sure how that happened, but, uh,” Louis rasped, “I’m not complaining.”

Harry frowned. “You- you asked me to kiss you!”

Louis stared at him blankly for a second before a breathy laugh escaped him. “I- no. I was telling you what ‘embrasse moi’ meant. It means ‘kiss me’.”

Harry’s jaw dropped, mortified. “....oh no...oh I’m so-”

But Louis was cutting him short with another kiss, and then another, and another, till he forgot about his blunder, mortification replaced with brimming giddiness. Finally.

“You set me up,” Harry grumbled with a pout later that night, squinting at Louis suspiciously.

He was proven right when Louis laughed lightly. “That I may have, mon chéri, that I may have.”

[reallynotmemoi]

Expresso

by reallynotmemoi

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | NR | words: 880

tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Fluff, Ficlet, Awkward Flirting, Awkward Louis Tomlinson, Pretty Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson Thinks Harry Styles is Pretty, Meddling Niall Horan, Love at First Sight

Louis falls in love at first sight with a boy from his Tuesday lectures, and proceeds to make a fool out of himself in front of said boy. But maybe not all is lost…

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[enchantedlandcoffee]

"Louis, please," Harry called through the door, his body slamming against it as it was pushed close. "Please, I need to explain."

"You don't have to explain anything, Harry," Louis called back, angrily wiping at the tears that had begun falling down his face. "I heard you loud and clear the first time around."

"But-"

"Just go, Harry! Please."

Louis could hear Harry slump against the door in defeat, his own traitorous feet moving him closer and closer.

"You know I love you, right?" He could hear Harry whisper, his heart breaking for the second time that day.

[letthemusicmoveyou28]

Slow Dance with the Tension by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

Rating: M - Word Count: 666

Written for @1dtrickortreatfest 2023!

Just then a loud crash of thunder rattles the room, and a split second later is a flash of lightening that scorches the rug right in front of Louis’ socked feet.

At first Louis thinks maybe Harry isn’t going to acknowledge it at all. But finally, he raises a hand and snaps his fingers.

And just like that the full-on thunderstorm that had been raging inside their lounge completely evaporates. No signs of it ever existing.

Harry just shrugs. “Sorry love, didn’t realize I was doing that.”

It’s bullshit. And they both know it.

(Or the one where having a powerful witch for a husband is all fun and games until he decides to be a brat).

Title from Scatterbrain by Emei

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[haztobegood]

Caramelized Onions

An excerpt from the 1d group chat based on this tumblr post

Liam: Dinner at our house Sunday 7pm Harry: 👍 Harry: What are you making? I’ll bring a wine to pair with it Louis: It better not be another unseasoned chicken 🤢 Niall: It’s been six years!!! Louis: And that poor flavourless bird still haunts my dreams  Liam: I promise no unseasoned chicken here. I’ve been working on the menu all week. Did you know how hard it is to caramelize onions? Louis: Who’s fucking carmelizing onions? Louis: Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist? Liam: [picture of under-cooked onions on his stove] Louis: Oh  Harry: They’re practically raw! Liam: But they’ve been cooking for ten minutes, I don’t want them to burn. Harry: Oh you sweet summer child, caramelized onions take time and a lot more patience. You’ve got a lot to learn smh Niall: At least my man knows what a caramelized onion is. Your man thinks caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions 😂 Louis: Oi!

[not-fitzwilliam-darcy]

She is Beauty, We are World Class

Harry grinned widely. "Okay," he said, giggling. "Take me out to somewhere nice then, Mr. Tomlinson. I’m free tomorrow."

"I will, I promise." Louis couldn’t help reflecting Harry’s grin. "Meet me near the Royal Opera House, at four thirty?"

Harry hesitated. "What if someone sees?"

"Someone is bound to see." Louis’ smile dimmed a little, the fear that pulsed through him earlier in the evening coming back. "But society is blind to things they do not want to see, love. Let’s take advantage of it."

"As the historians say, they were friends."

"I’d even go so far as to say they were roommates." ***

A 70's London AU where Louis loses himself, and Harry finds him before he gets lost.

[spikedsoul]

Can I please request a sequel to the small Drabble you wrote on Bowser meeting his future children, the Koopalings and Junior? Only this time they accidentally brought one more person on their mission, their baby sister. Who somehow snuck on the back of one of their shells, and she can’t even WALK yet. Quick no one tell Queen Mama! 🤣

((I'm super sorry this is so late😭hopefully this makes up for it......................................))

Bowser rubbed his face as he listened to those crazy koopa kids bickering outside his room. This was the second time they'd found him, once again claiming to be his kids from the future... yet there was still zero indication Peach would give it up... wait.

Didn't they tell him last time that he needed to give up on Peach? He would never! But it probably isn't a bad idea to just... y'know, keep looking, right? Not put all his eggs in one basket?

"I'm tellin' you the more we come back to this time, the more we risk actually fucking things up!" he heard Roy tell his siblings. Roy was the pushiest, the one most against these apparent missions, but Ludwig was the one in control of these little escapades.

"Ludwig is positive it'll eventually work," one of the twins replied. He wasn't sure if it was Lemmy or Iggy.

"What, just so the oaf is happier earlier in his life?" Roy muttered. "What if he doubles down on Peach? I'm tellin' you, any more than this will fuck things up!"

Bowser groaned quietly to himself; how the fuck was this happening? Randomass kids worrying about his happiness, telling him Princess Peach, the love of his life, is not actually the love of his life and to forget her instead... are they insane?! Maybe if he lies and says he'll lay off of this Peach thing, they'll go away...

A light touch to the top of his foot made him nearly jump out of his skin from the unexpectedness, but he froze the moment he looked down.

A tiny, redheaded human infant looked up at him from the floor, her little hands resting on his scaly foot.

"Papa!" she chirped happily, holding her arms up to be picked up.

Silence immediately fell on the other side of the door. He bent down, gingerly picking up the baby girl, and held her close; she wasted no time tucking against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His mind reeled as he gazed down at her, utterly stunned that this fragile, tiny thing was... was his.

There was no denying that her hair was the same color as his, even the texture as he gently ran a finger over her soft head.

"Spitfire?" Wendy called.

The little baby made an affirmative sound and instantly Bowser knew how big the kids fucked up - there was copious swearing suddenly coming from the other side of the door.

...They accidentally let their baby sister join them. Were they dumb? What were they thinking?!

Bowser scowled and finally turned around, yanking his door open; the kids all wilted a little under his intense glare as he held Spitfire close to him.

"How irresponsible can ya get," he growled quietly at them; none of them could meet his gaze, even Roy who'd been against the idea from the start. "What if y'all left and this poor sweet girl in the wrong time, huh? Somethin' tells me you're gettin' lucky with these time shenanigans. Go home, and if y'all are tellin' me the gotdamn truth, expect some punishment!"

He was careful to keep his voice low so as not to upset the baby nestled happily against him. Despite the harsh warning, Junior boldly stepped forward and pointed at the bundle in Bowser's arms.

"Okay, but just know that her mother isn't Peach," the little look-a-like stated.

Bowser's gaze snapped down to the baby. Not from Peach, huh... okay, that was actually convincing. If giving Peach up meant he'd eventually get to meet this precious daughter of his, then absolutely he'd drop her like a fucking stone! A human daughter meant someone actually gave him the time of day... and enjoyed his company...

Spitfire sneezed softly into him, and he felt the unmistakable heat of fire singing his chest scales.

"Her mother will hear about this little escapade," he warned as he forced himself to hand her over to Wendy, who was hovering anxiously nearby.

"How?" Morton snorted, "You don't even know the woman yet!"

Bowser smirked dangerously at them as they gathered in the same area to go home. "Not yet... but you can bet I'll remember this little interaction later. So yes, I'll be tellin' her mother."

The last thing he saw before they disappeared was a bunch of pale, terrified faces, plus one happy baby making grabby hands at him.

They were so fucked when they got home with Little Red.

[evilovesyou]

I'd love a drabble about Harry coming into the kitchen to find Louis raiding the fridge at night (might be bc I'm super hungry lol) 🙏🏼

Harry blindly followed the quiet, indiscernible sounds, eyes almost closed in the familiar hallways of their house. He squinted when the light spilling out from the doorway of the kitchen came into his field of vision. He had half a mind to turn around, but light probably meant Louis. It might also mean a very clumsy burglar, but Harry was willing to take that chance. He’d seen Home Alone. 

Standing in the doorway, he saw Louis’ legs beneath the open door of the fridge. He’d found him, then! Time to close his eyes again. He leaned against the doorframe and started to drift off again, when he heard Louis humming a song. It made him smile, knowing the melody, and took him a little while to hear that the lyrics were entirely wrong.

“How the fuuuuuck do you make pancakeeessss? Where the fuuuuuuck is the flooouuuur?”

“Recipe’s in the purple book,” Harry mumbled, licking his dry lips, “flour is in the cupboard with the pasta above the stove.”

“Christ, love! You almost made me drop the eggs!” Louis’ lively voice was loud in the quiet of the night.

“Why aren’t we sleeping?” Harry grumbled, opening his eyes enough to walk up to Louis and wrap his arms around him from the back as he strained to reach the flour.

“Pancakes!” Louis explained, humming happily when he finally got the box of flour down and he could lean into Harry’s front.

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“Perfect time for pancakes,” Louis said very matter-of-factly. “Wanna sit down while I work out this recipe of yours?”

Harry, whose eyes were firmly closed again grumbled, hugging Louis tighter.

“Alright,” Louis giggled. “But keep your eyes closed, love. I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.”

“I know.” Harry said into the nape of Louis’ neck. “Wake me up when the kitchen’s burning.”

more of my writing

[summerlimeismethebrony]

In light of recent news, I'm polishing and sharing some aai2 snippets, bc once we get the new translation I'll have a whole new script to play with

Takes place during aai2-2, in my AA HDM AU

"If you can't understand how the best prosecutor thinks, it simply shows how inculpable you are."

(It seems he doesn't know what "inculpable" even means…)

"...That's right, Sebatian. Prosecutor Edgeworth is quite "incapable"," Judge Courtney said with a sideways glance toward Prosecutor Debeste.

"Umm. Yes! He's incapable!"

"...She just nonchalantly corrected him," Kay said blankly.

"Don't underestimate my intelligence gathering skills! I just came from the infirmary and asked the doctor there…" Debeste paused, as if for dramatic effect, "...about the cause of the poison gas!"

"...And what was the cause?" Miles asked.

"Err." Debeste froze, then started waving his baton nervously. "Some "normal" substance… What was its name again?" The question was directed at his daemon, once more a moth on his shoulder. The daemon whispered something back.

"H-hold on a second. I'll call the doctor to make sure."

(At least he's not so cocky as to lie…?)

"Since Sebatian is on the phone, I'll answer for him," Judge Courtney said after he'd left the room.

Alethea grumbled disapprovingly under her breath. "If you know, then why let him go on a useless errand, you…"

It seemed Kay had a similar thought, saying, "...In that case, why didn't you tell us before he called?"

"The poison gas was caused by the mixing of two different types of chemicals," Judge Courtney continued, as if Kay hadn't spoken. "Their names are Normallium and Fatallium."

"So, what are those chemicals exactly?" Kay asked.

"Normallium is a red liquid that's commonly used in everyday products. It can be found in paint and detergent, among other things, but it is not toxic by itself."

"...So you're saying that it's a substance readily available to anyone," Miles concluded.

"Yes. But Fatallium, on the other hand, is not so easy to obtain."

"Its name sure sounds dangerous," Kay said, "What's it used for?"

"It is the active ingredient of a white pesticide known as Megatoxin X. Fatallium itself also has a thick white color. It's not readily sold in stores, and is nearly impossible to obtain domestically. We are currently looking into how this chemical was obtained."

Miles noted the information down in his organizer for future reference.

"O.K.!" Debeste waltzed back into the room. "I've finally found out the names of those chemicals!"

"...Judge Courtney has already told us," Miles said, "We don't need to hear it again."

Debeste made a pained sound, and his daemon briefly became a slug before he regained his composure. "...Fine, then. I'll cut to the chase!"

He was back to that confident smirk, his daemon a large frog on his shoulder. "You know that Normallium from the poison gas is also used in paint, right? Today, out of everyone who visited the art gallery, the only one carrying paint…" He pointed his baton at Larry. "...was that artist!"

"You're treating me as the culprit just because of that?!"

"I object… to the red paint on the palette you're carrying." Debeste's baton dipped, nearly poking the aforementioned paint.

"Hey, Edgey…" Larry said in a tone probably meant to be a whisper, "Don't you think this prosecutor is kind of an idiot?"

"Indeed." Miles heard Alethea huff in frustration at that. "Although I've only known him for a short time, his logic is always absurd."

"Hey! Don't ignore me!"

"It's alright, Sebatian," Judge Courtney said with a patronizing smile, "They're only doing it because they're afraid of you.

"Like the first star to appear at night, show us reasoning that shines the best."

"The first star shines best… Not bad." Debeste's genuine smile at the reassurance was quickly replaced by that smirk of his. "Hey, you guys better listen up too!"

Debeste began his argument. "That artist was the first to "discover" the victim, so naturally he's the best suspect!

"The poison gas was caused by Normallium, a chemical found in paint, right?

"As he was carrying paint near the victim, he would've had the best chance.

"The paint, along with being the first witness…That pretty much proves he's the culprit!"

Debeste turned eagerly to Judge Courtney. "So! What do you think, Justine?"

"...We cannot ignore the possibility," she replied gracefully. "Well then, Mr. Artist. Please, tell us the truth. Did you leave red paint at the crime scene? Or else… Did you cause the poison gas to go off?"

"The only thing I leave behind is my "bond of love" with you…" Larry said, to which his daemon, Millie, nipped him in the hand.

"...Please watch what you say. My gavel is already prepared to declare you guilty."

Miles sighed. "Please pay no heed to this man's statements."

"Hey, hey, you guys!" Debeste said, "Ignoring my reasoning just because it's flawless won't do you any good. Mr. Edgeworth, if you've already admitted defeat, you should take your leave!"

"Hmph. Even though I don't really have time to deal with your ridiculous reasoning, it seems I have no choice."

Debeste repeated his argument. And didn't mention Fatallium once.

"Mr. Debeste," Miles said, "Your logic is more akin to a shooting star than a shining one."

"He heh. It shines the best, right?"

"...It may shine brightly for a brief moment, but then it burns itself out.

"The poison gas originated from inside the glass case of the Pisces Sculpture—"

"Exactly! So that's where the artist set off the gas, right? He used the Normallium in the red paint!"

"As your senior, let me give you one piece of advice: listen to the explanations of others." Miles could feel his own annoyance growing. "The poison gas was caused by mixing both Normallium and Fatallium together. The Normallium contained in the red paint is not enough by itself."

".....Really? But I thought I heard "Normallium caused the fatality"..."

Miles could not believe this. "Don't tell me you just misheard the forensics report!"

"D-Darn it!"

"By the time Larry discovered the victim, the room was already filled with poison gas. It's time for you to realize how incapable you really are!"

"Hey!" Debeste's mouse-formed daemon scrambled to hide under his jacket. "What do you mean by "incapable"!?"

"You tried to use that word earlier, and you still don't know what it means…" Kay said in disbelief.

"He means to say… you are lacking in ability," Judge Courtney told Debeste.

"Incidentally, "inculpable" has a completely different meaning," Miles added.

"…I get it! You're making fun of me again, aren't you!"

"I am merely saying you were incapable in your investigation."

[neondiamond]

.

[reallynotmemoi]

Just a bit of your heart

by reallynotmemoi

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | NR | words: 721

tags: Angst, Ficlet

“Please, love me,” Harry breathed almost inaudibly, brushing his plump red lips against Louis’, “Even if it’s just for today, one night. I don’t care. I really don’t,”

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[enchantedlandcoffee]

I Will Be Here, Don't You Cry - A Ficlet

Louis woke to a knocking on his window, the sound jolting him from his sleep as he sprung from his bed, pillow poised in front of him as a weapon.

"Who's there?" He whisper-called, aware of his siblings sleeping down the hall. He tiptoed to his window, holding the pillow with one hand as he reached for the curtain with the other.

"Lou?"

Harry?

Abandoning the pillow, Louis opened the curtains and his heart broke. Harry was stood outside his window clad in only joggers and a thin jumper, curls flattened by the rain and arms wrapped around himself.

"Haz? What are you doing out there, love?" He whispered as he opened the window fully, trying to coax the boy into his arms.

"Um- can we go somewhere?" Harry sniffled, remaining in his place as he wiped his nose with his sleeve.

"It's 2 in the morning, love," Louis sighed, grabbing a blanket from his bed and holding his arms out. "Why don't you come in here, yeah? We'll get you all nice and warm."

This seemed to agitate Harry more, tears began streaming down his face as he wiped at them furiously.

"Please." He begged, his voice breaking into a sob.

That was enough for Louis to spring into action, grabbing a bag and throwing in some necessities: a blanket, some socks and slippers for Harry, a hat and scarf, a hoodie for himself. He slipped his shoes on and quickly climbed out the window, offering a hand to Harry.

--

The drive to their spot was silent, Harry staring out the window, tears still running down his face as Louis kept an eye on him. Once they arrived, Louis jumped out of the car, grabbed the bag and opened Harry's door, immediately drawing the boy into his arms.

"I've got you, I've got you." He whispered as Harry all but collapsed into him, sobs racking his body. "Shhhh, it's alright. It’s alright."

He awkwardly spread out a blanket on the floor with one hand before lowering them down so Harry was curled up in his lap. Rocking them to and fro, he watched the sunset as Harry's sobs subsided, the occasional kiss to his curls and constant rubbing of his back enough to calm him down.

[zomj3]

My newest fic is up! Hope anyone who reads it enjoys it as much as I loved writing it

[parmahamlarrie]

Welcome back to another post for the directory of fic recs on my blog! If you would like a specific theme or trope, let me know! If you would like me to reblog your fic, submit it here and I will add it to the queue! **This post will be updated as I have more fics in this theme to recommend!**

the most domestic husbands series || trackfive || 223.5k Canon, Ficlets, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Dicked Down in Europe || @greeneyesfriedrice || 40.4k Canon, Established Relationship, Travel

Casting Lines Series || ashavahishta || 27k Canon, KidFic, Future Fic

a picture of love, that’s this house || theprincessd || 13.5k KidFic, Domestic Fluff, Canon

stop the world (‘cause I wanna get off with you) || @thedevilinmybrain || 12.3k Canon Compliant, 1D Band Days, Porn with Plot

Mercedes Boy Series || @kingsofeverything || 11.7k Canon, Established Relationship, Snapshots

To Wear Your Love Series || @haztobegood || 10.8k Canon, Dom Louis, Sub Harry, Pretty much PWP

12 Pearls for 12 Years || 5secsoflarry || 6.7k  Canon, Established Relationship, D/S Dynamic, Collaring

Only Thing That Can Quench My Thirst || eyesofshinigami || 6.5k Canon, Essentially PWP

With You I Am Never Alone || LiveLaughLoveLarry || 6.2k Thanksgiving, Canon

Garden of Eden || superglass || 6.1k Established Relationship, Canon, Lots of Weed, Religion Discussions Your Ink, My Skin || @larry-hiatus || 6.1k Canon, Finger Tattoos, Dom/Sub

Missing You || @canonlarry || 6k Canon, Future Fic, Kidfic, Christmas, Humor

We Saw Ed in Berlin, and I Watched It Begin Again || LilyBlue28 || 6k ** Canon, Euro 24, Exes to Lovers, Open Ending

it’s you I want to take apart || orphan_account || 5.9k Canon, Established Relationship, Make Up, Soft

She Feels So Good || zedi || 4.1k Canon, Genderqueer Harry, Daddy Kink

whatever chains are holding you back || @lookslikefairytale || 4.1k Canon, XFactor Judge Louis, Coming Out

powerless (and I don't care) || @voulezloux || 4k Canon, Dom/Sub, Post FITFWT, Rough Sex, PWP, Daddy Kink

The Wrath of Gucci || louisunflower6 || 3.7k   Canon, Just fluffy, Some domestic bliss

Mon Petit || coffinofachimera || 3.5k Canon, Dom/Sub, Exhibitionism, Mile High Club

Sweet Mondays || sweetkalachurchi || 3.5k ** Canon, Euro 24, Exes to Lovers, One Bed, Happy Ending

Yesterday's gone (it'll be better than before) || @red-pandaaa || 3.5k ** Canon, Euro 2024, Exes to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Just for you || @gaycousinlarry || 3.1k Canon, Fluff, Comfort

Pimp it! || @teamlouis2022 || 3k Established Relationship, Canon, Pwp

To boyfriends everywhere - Fuck you || Rosa_000 || 3k Canon, Drunk Harry, Established Relationship, Humor

Let Me Take Care Of You || @tommokat || 2.9k Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship

living love in slow motion || ashavahishta || 2.7k Canon, Fluff, Domesticity

is my baby not satisfied? || @greeneyesfriedrice || 2.6k Canon, Knuckle Tattoos, Pwp

Advent Drabbles || @berzerkshires || 2.5k Canon, Christmas, Fun/Fluff/Humor/Mild Smut

Do you think I’m cool || @sadaveniren || 2.2k Wankfest, Canon, Dom/Sub, Long Distance

I was born like this, don’t even gotta try || @cyantific || 1.7k Domestic Fluff, PWP, Canon

written all over your face || rebarboa || 1.6k Established Relationship, Canon, Humor and Smut

Lovely, made from love || userkant || 1.4k  Canon, Harry wants a baby

Wrap Your Legs Around Me || @evilovesyou || >1k Canon, Fluff, 2 Week Rule

[1dtrickortreatfest]

1D Trick Or Treat Fest 2023 - Masterpost

🕷🎃👻 Please find below the full list of our Halloween-inspired ficlets written for this year’s fest, each one exactly 666 words long. Will you find a trick or a treat? 🕷🎃👻

A Witch's Longest Day of the Year 4ureyesonly28 | @evilovesyou

Fa-boo-lous Halloween bluegreenish | @greenblueish

find a way (to send me a sign) we_are_the_same | @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

Fruit Bat yeah_alright | @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Ghosted haztobegood | @haztobegood

(Harry’s) Haunted House babyhoneyhslt | @babyhoneyheslt

I See You Neondiamond | @neondiamond

In The Dark LadyAJ_13 | @ladyaj-13

Irresistible mmaree | @zqua1d

Lipstick stain fades with time lunarheslwt | @lunarheslwt

Odds Are That We Will Probably Be... lululawrence | @lululawrence

pasta-tively sweet shiptattou | @wecantalktomorrow

perfect pumpkins shiptattou | @wecantalktomorrow

she bit someone larry_hiatus | @larry-hiatus

Slow Dance with the Tension LetTheMusicMoveYou | @letthemusicmoveyou28

Sounds horrifying..... tell me more lunaticcat009 | @lunaticcat009

Still downcamethelightning | @downcamethelightnings

Summon A Demon red_panda28 | @red-pandaaa

Talking Turned To Screams babyhoneyhslt | @babyhoneyheslt

Things No-one Can See babyhoneyhslt | @babyhoneyheslt

Watch How Good I'll Fake It mmaree | @zqua1d

when love gets involved we_are_the_same | @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

🕷🎃👻 Please remember to leave all the amazing authors who contributed this year kudos and comments! You can find the collections for previous years here, here, here and here. Happy Halloween everyone! 🕷🎃👻

[lunarheslwt]

Drabble: Louis wakes Harry up because he wants to spoon. At 6:30.

"-Oh my- FUCKS GOING ON?!" Harry gasped as he startled awake. Something very heavy had fallen on top of him and he couldn't breathe- he was going to die, he was- "Spoooooon." He was- he was going to kill Louis. At the very least, kick him out. "....Louis??? The fucks going on?" he asked groggily, eyes barely adjusting to the darkness. The dead weight on top of him, that he had now identified as Louis, once again breathed eerily into his ear, "spooooon". What the fuck. "No." An affronted gasp came from above him. "What do you mean, 'no'." "I meant, no, not interested," he said a bit clearer, unfortunately more awake by the minute. "But I wanna." "Louis, it's…" Harry turned his head to look at the digital clock, "6:30 in the morning, Christ. You woke me up because you wanted to spoon???" "Technically, I couldn't sleep," he huffed. "And now I can't either." "Can we cuddle," Louis asked, and he sounded tired too, as he wriggled around on top of Harry. "No," Harry repeated, less convincing, because despite being annoyed at being woken up, he could tell it had been another night where Louis was fighting to get even a wink of sleep in. "But why not," Louis whined. "Learn how to ask for things like a normal person first," Harry retorted, tugging Louis down next to him properly regardless, so he was better situated for spooning. "You weren't responding when I tried calling you." "Because I was fast asleep, Louis, oh my God, if I wasn't so tired I'd bloody kick you for waking me up by flopping on me like a seal." "Heyyyy." "Shut up, no more talking," Harry grumbled, pushing till Louis turned over so he could wrap his arms around him from behind, "'m spooning you now, so do not move till it's at least 9 in the morning." "and you call me a nightmare in the morning- ow!!" he cried, as Harry softly pinched his hip. "Sleep." "Fine." The last thing Harry heard as he drifted back to sleep was a soft 'thank you.'

Inspired by the last bit of this post.