#larry microfic

[anitaaro04]

Larry Oneshot???

This is my first time finishing and publishing one of this “stories” sooo i’m giving this a chance.

Enjoy! :)

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"Harry?" The voice, eerily familiar to Louis, echoed in his head. "Harry!”

Harry jumped from his seat on the velvet-draped couch, a furious blush darting across his cheeks as he realized what he had been doing. Holy shit he thought, his eyes widening as he stared at his best friend's dressed-up form. The attire suited him too perfectly. The dark material of the shirt hugged every muscle of his arms, while the shoulder pads gleamed in the faint light from the window. The white pants fit his thighs and arse nicely. Harry simply couldn’t look away. Which…

What the fuck.

He let out a gasp, covering his eyes with his hands. A crimson red coated the entirety of his face and neck at this point. Summoning courage, he peeked between his fingers. The bewildered look on his best mate's face, glancing from his pedestal where the tailor took the suit measurements, would have been the funniest thing Harry had ever seen. He would've laughed, but too fucking confused and embarrassed.

He had been checking his best friend out.

"What the fuck," Harry whispered, he had never done that before. Harry and Louis had been friends since they were three and five. They grew up together, Louis being the crown prince of Estibria and Harry being the son of the King’s right-hand man, the duke of Ivena. Queen Johanna was more than enchanted that Louis could have a friend close to his age, especially since his sister, Charlotte, was just a babe so they couldn’t play together. ("No, mamma, I will not play with my baby sister because she is a baby.”) They were partners in crime, creating havoc in the hallways and chaos in the kitchen and library. Louis was the troublemaker of the two, always involving innocent Harry in his shenanigans, not that Harry was as innocent as he claimed himself to be. A menace, they were. Inseparable, like salt and pepper, the perfect combo, the dream team.

"Haz, mate, you’re worrying me," Louis's voice cut through his train of thought. Harry blinked himself awake. The couturier was removing the small sewing pins from the prince’s body so he could change. Harry cleared his suddenly dry throat.

"I’m fine, just peachy," He choked. He was freaking out on the inside. How could he explain to his best friend that he had been ogling him? Louis let out a small chuckle, lowering himself from the pedestal once the couturier was done, adjusting his cuffs now that the fitting process was over. Harry followed Louis with his eyes as he walked across the room and settled on the couch next to him, swallowing nervously at the proximity. He met Louis's curious, piercing blue eyes with unease. A spark of amusement danced across them.

"Who’s the lucky girl?" Louis asked, stunning Harry's racing mind, probably trying to guess friend’s nervous breakdown. Louis rested his face on his palm, looking through his lashes. Harry realized with a start that Louis did this often, looking through his lashes, perhaps subconsciously.

"No one," Harry choked again, unable to maintain eye contact. Instead, his eyes darted around the room, searching for an excuse to change the subject. The resting room was impecable as always. The white, tall walls with gold trims. Paintings portraits of past royals, and hanging candles filled the spaces in them. The high ceiling and golden chandelier that lit up the center of the room, with equal golden trims with beautiful designs. The tall windows were covered in golden curtains that let the natural sunlight sip through, illuminating most of the room. In the center of the room, an old rug filled most of the room’s floor, a monogamy table filled with Louis books and forgotten papers stood on top of it. Besides the door sat a tall grandfather clock, a relic Louis insists he despises, but Harry knew the boy loved secretly.

Before Louis could answer, his mouth hanging open, the wooden doors of the room opened, revealing Queen Jay and her best friend Lady Anne (Harry’s mamma) laughing between themselves. Both boys stood from the couch and bowed to the royal. It was a tradition they grew up with, it didn’t matter who the royal was related to they always needed to be bowed to. Louis did it with his parents but with no one else. Anne tried to inculcate Harry to bow even to Louis, but it was in vane when Louis insisted countless times for Harry not to bow to him. They fell back into the couch with a sigh when they saw both women turn back to their conversation. They looked at each other before bursting out laughing. Harry saw Louis’s corners of the eyes crinkle, blushing lightly. He was beautiful.

“Harry, dear, did you decide what to do for your twentieth birthday?” the Queen’s voice snapped Harry out of his daze. He blushed again, this time a little mortified, when his mum looked at him with knowing eyes and a subtle smile. He shook his head at Jay’s question. He opened his mouth to answer but Louis cut him off.

“Haz here said he wanted to spend it with just close friends and family, which boring” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes at his friend’s antics. Jay let out a sigh, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

“Boo bear, stop bothering poor Harry.” a small grumble sounded in Harry’s right at the nickname, it made Harry snicker. “If he wants a small thing he shall have it. However, I must agree with my son on this. This is your first official exposure to society as a man of your class and future duke of Ivena. You need to start getting more serious on what you want and who you will marry, son. We also need a bit more fun around here. Since Louis’ twentieth second birthday, the castle has felt a bit grey.”

Harry felt a shiver run up his back. Marriage has always been a topic nobody chose to discuss so outwardly. Louis always complained about his mother’s insistence for him to marry a girl someday, but no one has asked Harry anything about marriage being in his cards. He always assumed that when the time came, his mum or the Queen would have the lucky girl waiting for him. He had never thought that he had to chose someone one day. To be fair, now that he thought about it, he never even pictured himself with a girl by his side. When he thought of spending the rest of his life with someone, he thought of Louis. Harry felt himself blush once again.

“He’s been doing this all afternoon. Honestly, it’s starting to get really annoying.” Harry felt pairs of eyes on him when he blinked himself away. He cleared his throat, then he realized what his friend said. Swallowing the small pang of hurt, he pushed his friend aside, standing up upon telling the time from the grandfather clock.

“Ladies, I must excuse myself from the room. Annieth must be waiting for me in my room and I cannot leave my lady hanging.” Harry bowed to them, ignoring Louis’ protests. He walked towards the door, not before hearing his friend huff.

“A cat is not a lady, you moron. You barely even are.” Harry turned around to find him rolling his eyes, a playful smirk adorning his pink lips. For the nth time of the day, Harry felt himself blushing. He rolled his eyes back, turning back around and showing the finger in his friend’s general direction. He heard his mum and Jay protest and Louis cackle behind him as he left the door.

Shit he needed to find a solution to his Louis problem and quick.

[phdmama]

20 questions for fic writers!

HUGE thank you to @sugareey-makes-stuff @kingsofeverything @xanthippe74 for tagging me in this one!! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to it!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

208! That's not including the large number of Tumblr drabbles I need to post for archival purposes!

2. What's your total AO3 Word Count?

1,066,342 <- which OMG

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I started in 1D (Larry mostly though I've done a couple of threesomes) and then I shifted to HP - I think I've only written main Drarry? I've dabbled a tiny bit in Stucky and I've written one 911 Buddie fic (but I'm working on another one!)

4. What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

My top one is on that's co-written and has that number of kudos due to the other author, so for the ones that are just mine:

I Like the Way You Move for Me (Drarry)

Feels Like Coming Home (Larry)

Beautiful Madness (Drarry)

Tell Me How You Like It (Drarry - outsider POV)

Is This Love? (Drarry)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I really try but I struggle to keep up with them - not because I get so many comments haha, but I do that "get behind spiral out feel terrible" thing way too often!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't tend to write angst-y endings, because I really need a happy ending but I've got a couple of really short painful things! Unsurprisingly, these are all microfic/vignette sorts of things!

The Ghost of You (Drarry, microfic, post-MCD)

Here Without You (Drarry, vignette, post-breakup)

What's Left Behind (Drarry, vignette, MCD) wow I just reread this one and FUCK ME I AM A MONSTER

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Unhhhh most of them honestly! I will say, I do SOMEtimes VERY RARELY put some pain on the journey to HEA so if I had to guess, I'd say that all of me (loves all of you) (Drarry) is probably my most unabashedly sappy no-angst fluff.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not to my face anyway! I'm sure there are people who don't like my writing but I think they ignore me more than anything! One of the perks of being a very small writer, I think!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sure do! For kind, I write slash, I guess you'd call it (gay), almost all of it M/M. I have one girl!fic. I don't really write too much kink, I'd say most of what I do is pretty vanilla. Healthy communication is my kink, I guess!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Ummm off the top of my head, no?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. I read one fic that was not a plagiarism of my actual work but was literally the exact same plot, the exact same story beats, the exact same setting etc. I am well-aware there's nothing new under the sun but I read it and was like, unhhh. It's one of my greatest fears honestly - accidentally taking someone's fic!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know. I've been approached, but I'm not comfortable with it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yup! Twice! Both in the Larry fandom. One was with one other writer (who's long gone from fandom as far as I know) and one (Wine Not) I wrote with a big group of people who've become some of my absolute closest friends!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I don't have one specific. The ones I write for, I obviously feel very very strongly about, but the bummer for me is that when I'm writing in a particular pair, I don't read anything in that pairing! I also don't read for the ship, but for the story and the writing, so I read in a LOT of different pairings!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Fuck me, so many.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oof, I'm not sure! I'm not a trained writer by any means. I think I do scene setting pretty well?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing, for sure. It's really hard and I can get bogged down in the "and then THIS happened and then THIS happened and then THIS happened" - I'm so linear, so I have to push myself there.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Generally no. I've sprinkled in a few words here and there, but I wouldn't do much of it, and if I had to, I would 1000% find someone to help me with it and not rely on Google translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Larry. Still writing there and kinda following along a bit but I'm not active in that fandom anymore other than the writing.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I'm not sure I have one fav fic - I'd say I'm really proud of my long (for me) fics! Those are hard for me, and there's a couple that are really really personal. But I have to say, Maybe You're the Difference (Drarry) is one I really like and am really proud of. I worked so so hard on it.

I feel like I'm late on this one, so I'll call this a general tag (FOR REAL I HONESTLY MEAN IT) - if you want to do this, DO IT and tag me!! xox

[phdmama]

There is a Light

A Larry micro-fic inspired by my silly coloring app.

The portal is awesome, Louis thinks.

Awesome, that is, in the original sense of the word: awe-inspiring, creating a sense of reverent fear, dread, respect, and wonder.

“Well, that’s a sight you don’t see every day,” Louis hears Niall say over the comlink in his ear, and he snorts.

They’ve traveled to this uninhabitable and ridiculously humid planet on the far edge of the system for this test. 

“In case,” Zayn had said, “It goes wrong, we’ll only annihilate ourselves and a pile of rocks.”

He’s a bit of a cynical bastard, Louis thinks, but then again, he likes that in a man.

“Alpha team, report please,” crackles in his ear. “Our scans went off-line 3 minutes ago.”

“Copy that,” Louis says. 3 minutes ago was when the portal had connected, a ring of fire and lightning at the end of the stairs they’d hewn out as they’d built the generating arches. “I’ll try to send visuals.” He works at the comlink embedded in the arm of his suit, taking pictures, running some video. “Is that coming through?”

“Holy gods above,” he hears whispered, and grins fiercely.

Louis catches movement out of the corner of his eye as Harry moves forward next to him, bumping his arm against Louis’, and even though their protective suits are thick and bulky so Louis can’t feel it, he knows Harry is there.

He hears the chime of the private channel and then Harry says, “I can’t believe it.”

“Pretty amazing,” Louis agrees, and turns his head so that he can see Harry’s face through the thick protective shield of his helmet. 

Harry turns as well, and for one moment, they simply look at each other, and Louis sees the way Harry’s eyes crinkle as he grins. He hears Harry humming softly and it takes him a moment before he places the song.

“The Smiths, Harry? Really?” he asks and Harry snickers. “You and your obsession with late 1900’s music.”

“The pleasure, the privilege is mine,” Harry sings softly.

The general channel crackles to life.

“Well, lads?” Liam says, “Are we getting on with it?”

Louis thinks of his team, the best and brightest that could be found. He doesn’t have to look back to know they’re in position. Payne, security expert, with some sort of massive weapon strapped to his chest. Horan, medic and botanist, charged with keeping them all alive. Good luck with that, Louis thinks. Malik, the genius behind the portal itself. Styles, the communications expert, and himself - Captain. Leader. Awe-inspiring, he thinks again. All of them, and what they’ve created.

“You checked the math?” he asks.

“Twice,” Zayn says dryly.

“Well then,” Louis says, heart pounding in his throat, “Let’s go.”

One last breath, and then Louis steps forward, into the unknown.

[phdmama]

Happy New Year

Louis wanders down the Main Street of this small college town. He marvels at how picturesque his surroundings are. It’s like something out of a movie: the wide street lined with brick sidewalks, the high stone bridge over the frozen waterfall. The wrought iron lamp posts, strung with garlands, are glowing in the dusk of a winter afternoon. All the stores are decked out for the holidays, but in the post Christmas lull, the streets are relatively empty. Louis looks up with a smile as it begins to snow.

It’s New Year’s Eve, and Louis is alone. 

Louis doesn’t really need to be here yet. He was meant to spend New Year’s Eve in the City with Matt, and fly out on the second, but finding Matt on the neighbor’s doorstep, wrapped in what could only be described as a torrid embrace with said neighbor, had changed that plan and sent Louis to the airport early to exchange his ticket. 

He’s not heartbroken, exactly. He’d already known he and Matt were at the end of their time together, but it hurts to be lied to, and he’s glad he’s just about as far away from LA as he could be, here in the Northeast Kingdom.

He shoves his hands in his pockets. With the setting sun, the temperature has dropped, and he left his gloves back in his sterile hotel room, but Louis is not quite ready to head back there yet. He needs to find something to eat, but he’s not that interested in crowds or table service. When he spies the Bakery, he figures why not, maybe they’ll have sandwiches or something. At the very least, he could use a cup of something hot.

The bakery is set into a stone storefront, and just seems to radiate a friendly light as Louis approaches. There’s a cheerful red awning, lush evergreen garlands and lights wrapping the window, where golden stars shine. There’s also a sort of odd statue of some sort of deer — Louis has no idea what kind, he’s not really up on his cervidae knowledge — but it, too, has been strung with lights. 

Louis laughs a bit to himself. It’s whimsical and quirky, and oh so welcoming. As he approaches the door, he is struck by a sudden thought, that you never know what’s on the other side of a door you’ve never opened before. Maybe just a sandwich, but maybe, just maybe, something wonderful that might change your life. Maybe, Louis thinks to himself, not knowing where the thought comes from, maybe the rest of my life starts now.

He opens the door and steps inside, blinking at the light and heat as he looks around. It’s as cozy on the inside as it looked from the sidewalk, with a few small tables and chairs, a gleaming countertop and pastry display case, and seated behind the cash register, seemingly engrossed in a book is a man, who looks up when the door jingles shut behind Louis.

He’s certainly the most attractive baker that Louis has ever seen, with broad shoulders, a sharp jawline and sparkling green eyes that seem almost to light up as he takes in Louis, rumpled and dusted with snow. The man shuts the book and, setting it down with a decisive thump, stands up.

“Welcome to the Bakery,” he says with a grin. “I’m Harry. What can I get you?”

So this image is from a silly coloring app that I like, and it just inspired this little micro-fic. Happy New Year to us all, may 2021 bring better days. Love, phd-mama

[phdmama]

Hey! I have a fanfic question :) And it's july: what’s the hottest fic you have written and/or posted if you write smut at all? <3 I'm PRETTY sure you write smut, right? :D

Oh, my friend. 😂 I do, indeed, write smut.

So, before I tell you what I've written that I think (HOPE) is hot, Imma just sort of think about smut for a moment.

I tend to prefer fics with smut in them, but I've realized I prefer to both read and write the build-up rather than a ton of the technical details (especially, for my own writing, in things that are longer than just a vignette in time). I absolutely don't think you have to write smut to make your fic amazing and readable! For me, it's just my general preference, because I tend to want to read more adult-focused stories.

When I'm writing, I try to focus on the full-body sensory experience. I try to write somewhat accurate/realistic sex, and I definitely prefer things not to stray too far into hyperbole. I think consent is sexy, I think communication is sexy, I love it when my characters just get overwhelmed (that's why coming in pants is one of my signature moves ha ha). I don't find writing smut sexy at all, as it IS technical, trying to remember whose what is going where, and I absolutely have been known to try and act things out a little bit to make sure what I'm writing is actually physiologically possible. Per discussion on the microfic Discord, I'm not the only one.

I am not sure I can pick a "most hot" fic, but I have posted a few recently with smut!

There are definitely some sexytimes in the series I just wrote (Larry) for Wordplay 2021, I'm Hot for Teacher, most (all?) of which takes place in public / semi-public so that's fun.

I'm also very fond of Harry Scissorhands (Drarry), which I wrote for @julcheninred and@m4g0rtz). Outside sex!

And another outdoor Drarry fic, sex in trees for beginners.

[phdmama]

For the unique writing asks 👀

9. What scene was the hardest to write for you and why?

10. What scene was the most fun to write for you and why?

Thank you!!

9. What scene was the hardest to write for you and why?

In some ways, they're all hard because I feel like I can see it so clearly in my head, and I'm never quite sure if I've gotten it right or not! I actually got a draft of my Sudsfest finished yesterday, and that one's been tough for exactly that reason. I have a very strong sense of the scene in my head, and it's one with lots of FEELINGS, and I'm not entirely sure I've got the pacing down. Pacing in general is so hard to do well, and it's certainly one of my growing edges in writing!

I'm writing a Larry fic as well that starts out with them reallllly not liking each other, and that's a vibe that's tough for me too, because they're kinda dicks to each other and I don't enjoy people being dicks to each other!

In terms of things that are already out there, there's stuff in (We'll Call This Fixer-Upper) Home that were painful to engage with. This moment, where Draco is having a PTSD panic attack, this one really was hard to write, and to know if I'd done it justice:

Draco turns away, overwhelmed, his mind spinning. He’s flooded with memories. His mother looking away as his father slapped him for some small infraction. Harry’s smile as Draco sank into the heat of his body, two weeks ago. He can’t breathe. He can’t think. He’s frozen for a moment, unsure where to go, or what to do. His heart is racing, and he shudders as he fights to inhale.

He looks up, and as if drawn by a magnet, his gaze snaps to Harry, across the room with a drink in hand. He looks good, better than good. He’s wearing a smart suit that fits him perfectly and even from this distance, Draco can see the whimsical floral print of his tie. He’s had a haircut since they parted ways the day before, and he looks stylishly tousled and so handsome that suddenly Draco can’t breathe. He catches the exact moment that Harry spots him, because his whole face lights up and he takes a step towards Draco, clearly intent on abandoning his conversation partner mid-word.

Draco runs.

10. What scene was the most fun to write for you and why?

Oh, there are so many that were so fun to write. :-D I feel like my stuff trends either towards long and plotty/angsty, or just ridiculous. There are a lot of my short vignettes and microfics that really made me laugh.

This moment, from this could be real, which is a beginning of something that maybe I'll revisit someday (it's a trope mashup prompt!) honestly just made me snort out loud when I wrote it:

“I really should have worked harder to become an animagus,” he muses, sploshing after Draco. “I could have been a bird. Just fucking fly away at the first sign of trouble. Though,” and here his voice tightens in spite of his attempt to sound casual, “That’s really more your thing, isn’t it, Draco.”

“Fuck off,” Draco says irritably, and tripping over another root, disappears under the surface of the water.

Harry sighs deeply and mutters, “Such a fucking drama queen,” even as he forces his way over to where the water is roiling a bit, reaches down and hauls Draco to his feet.

Draco looks mutinous and pulls a vine from behind his ear. They continue on in silence.

Unique Writing Asks

[phdmama]

Hi! K and/or S for the ask game.

Thank you so much! xox Because I'm in a mood, Imma answer both!

K. What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Okay so here's the thing. I don't personally think of myself as all that angsty but I think there are some who might... beg to differ. I do really like some pain in my joy that is for sure (and that whole I'm not really into fluff kerfuffle ha ha). I have a SUPER angsty Drarry 8th year in my head, we'll see if it gets written, and a Larry that starts VERY sad but it gets better. I do love a happy ending, sometimes it is tough to get there.

That being said, probably a classic "me" thing was when I was writing I Like the Way You Move for Me for @bixgirl1, which was supposed to be a cute, fake-dating thing with fun outfits and then all of a sudden BAM. TRAUMA. That was the fic that actually made me back away from the keyboard going, "Why am I like this??" I didn't know it was going to happen. It just did.

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

TROPES! I LOVE TROPES!! Have I read a thousand spin the bottle fics? Yes I have. Will I read more? Yes I will. Will I write more? Probably also yes.

So, on a slightly more serious note. I had a period a few years ago where a LOT of stuff went really wrong in my life, some of which I'm healing from (some of which I won't). I had been writing a LOT and then I just... I couldn't. For like, a couple of years, I just kind of scraped out a few things here and there. And then I decided, I was going to let go of my own rules, let go of the push in my head to write Long and Significant Fics and just... write. Write vignettes. Write tropes. They're classics for a reason and it's super fun to put your own spin on them. I think sometimes, in Drarry, there are so many incredibly talented writers writing REALLY BIG FIC that it gets sort of intimidating, and it feels like you have to do that. But I've realized that there's really room for all kinds of different things. Microfic. My own vignettes and shorter things. Longer things. There's room for all of us. That the fun of fic is that you can actually do whatever you want! and I do enjoy longer things but I'm having SO MUCH FUN writing these shorter things. I'm having so much fun taking prompts for tropes and cliches. It's fun, and that's the whole point for me.