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[hlficlibrary]

hi, could you recommend me some larry fanfics that aren’t AU’s / are set during their time in the band?

Hi, anon, this ask made me a little nostalgic, so I went back a ways to find some of my old favorites that I read during that time. That being said, here are some canon compliant fics set during the One Direction years...

Edited to add these from my pinned post for a few more:

✤ Canon

✤ Canon Exes to Lovers

✤ Canon, Fans Shipping Before Together

Untangle Me by suicxne

Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake. It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn’t it?

It’s not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn’t really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It’s not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he’s good at distractions. But LA only seems to accentuate the distance between them. Two separate planets, not even in the same solar system.

Or the one where Harry and Louis finally get it right.

you drive me wild (you know you do) by @missandrogyny

Their management informs them that they have an interview right before the ARIAs, and it isn't until he's in a suit, seated on a couch between Liam and Zayn, that he gets the idea.

The interviewer, Angus, smiles at them, right before the cameras roll on, and a metaphorical light bulb goes off inside Louis' head. He's perfect. Well, not as perfect as Harry, but enough. He's attractive, attractive enough to drive Harry crazy, and he doesn't even think of the consequences of his actions, just decides right then. It's all Harry's fault anyway. Louis should be allowed to have a little fun.

(or: Louis flirts with the Australian interviewers and Harry gets possessive.)

the dark and the dentist by sunshiner

“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.” We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies? “How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life.

An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.

[viktoriavika67]

Happy 5th anniversary Pikuniku!

This game is probably my favorite. It gave me so many emotions that I wanted to stay in this fandom longer, coming up with AU and many other things. Pikuniku gave me the impetus to accept myself. Happy 5th anniversary!

[theficpusher]

coming home by starvingdoms | T | 3955 Something in Harry's tone brings Louis back to the last time they were intimate with each other. He sucks suck in small breath as his cock twitches, before it starts filling up, and Louis pushes the door closed before leaning his back against it. "Talk me off, love, please?"

a prisoner of history, waiting for you to come asking me by reinacadeea | nr | 9565 Harry is a young promising footballer and Nick is a passionate fashion journalist who hasn’t quite figured out how to be anything but single. Naturally, they meet and fall in love.

Come In and Change My Life by lightswoodmagic | E | 12183 He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped.He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour. Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

It's Coming Home by lovelarry10 | E | 14735 Harry hates football and is reluctantly dragged to Hyde Park to watch the semi-final. It’s not the football that catches his eye though, it’s the cute blue-eyed boy at the next VIP balcony... Or the one where Harry and Louis are strangers who meet at the England vs Croatia semi-final match being screened in London and maybe find what it is they've been searching for.

Hidden in plain sight by Poopish_scoopish | T | 16940 McCoy took one look at Louis, assessed his knee, and shook his head. "Matten, you're up!" he called over his shoulder, and Matten threw the purple vest over his head and made his way to the edge of the pitch. "No, no, no, I can play," Louis pleaded. "Please, let me play." McCoy didn't even look at him when he spoke, too focused on the ongoing game. "Take a seat, Tomlinson." Goddamnit. OR, the one where Louis is a stubborn football player for the national English team and injures his knee in their first World Cup game. Harry is the fit physio that has to put some sense into his head and stop him from playing.

Like An Anthem In My Heart | nr | 21372 “Frankly, there has been a breach in privacy.” And oh. It makes Louis relax at first. Because while he doesn’t really know what that means and why it’s got everyone up in arms, at least no one has died. Except, when he observes the panicked faces and one mildly disturbed grimace once more, he suddenly realises what this is about, and dread pools in his stomach. There’s only one conclusion he can draw from their reactions – really only one thing that compromises Louis’ value as a player, unfortunately. There is only one thing that’d make their expressions that unpleasant, expressions Louis never wanted to see. Because it’s not supposed to go like this. Louis is playing his first World Cup, and he's anxious enough as it is without the added pressure of being out and his best friend not being there. Plus, there's this new, really sweet, rosy-cheeked, curly-haired string bean boy teammate that Louis definitely should not be crushing on.

The Beautiful Game by sunshiner | E | 28024 “She always gives you thumbs up,” Zayn says, her legs balanced on a kitchen chair and her head inside the cereal cabinet. “She even mentioned you on twitter once.” “The twitter that features gems of modern literature such as ‘Orange orange orange.’ or ‘Super hands’? And that’s just recently. Adorable and endearing, yes. Significant, not so much.” “It said, and I quote ‘@thetommoway’s the best way.’ hashtag welovelou.” Not that Louis needs to be reminded. She’s a knock knock joke away from getting it tattooed on her forehead as it is. or the one with football vlogging, food blogging, salsa dancing, late-night cooking, Brazil sightseeing, way too many bathroom encounters, the recommended amount of unnecessary pining, a bunch of staggering examples of bad stadium etiquette, a Balotelli shirt and a whole lot of snogging. girl!Direction

you watch the stars by carissima | E | 36911 He'd told himself not to get swept up by the media, not to get his hopes up. But it's real. He's going to the World Cup and playing for his country and it's all a bit overwhelming, to be honest. "I'm going to play in a World Cup," he says slowly, letting it really sink in. World Cup AU where everyone plays for England, even Niall, and there's a liberal artistic licence in how far England can really go in the competition.

Fever Pitch by sakabelle | R | 40618 The 2014 World Cup is the opportunity of a lifetime. For Niall Horan, playing on the Irish team is a dream come true. For Liam Payne, however, being a player for England is a burden. He's lost the excitement he once had for the game. When these two boys meet, they can't keep their minds (and nevermind their hands) off of each other. Despite the fact that it could cost both their teams the trophy. AKA a footie AU taking place at the World Cup in which Niall is an excitable new player on the Irish team, Liam and Louis are veterans of the English team and Niall and Liam fall in love despite being told they're not supposed to interact with one another.

[call-of-the-ocean]

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[fast-andthe-curious]

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Reader who gets pregnant off of a one night stand with some soldier during armed forces day, showing your appreciation for his service a little too well.

You had a support system, friends who joked about you having way too much fun, hence your predicament, others already offering to buy things for the baby and your parents who couldn't be happier to meet their grandchild.

But what about the father?

Well, it's not exactly like you could track him down. Fuck, you didn't even know the man's name, only how he made you feel, his filthy words strumming in your ear, big hands tight around your waist, hips slamming away in a desperate chase.

Let's forget how you leg-locked him.

When your daughter was born, everything changed, and time slowed down. She was a quiet baby, barely crying or having any outbursts like a normal child would but outspoken in her own little way. That chunky thing came out of the womb with a glare. Brown eyes staring down anyone and everyone but you.

That's something she definitely got from her father. You vividly remember how his umber eyes watching you from across the bar. He was like an eagle waiting for the perfect moment to strike his prey. A perfect soldier.

So, you named your daughter Adira in memory of his strength. That's one thing he could have.

Adira loved to be by your side. Her chubby cheeks pressed into the nook of your neck, holding you close with strength of a thousand babies. Your clingy little thing was a koala, always by her mommy's side, never straying far no matter how curious she got. When she learned to walk, her favorite thing became to hug your leg, especially while in stores. She hated people, wearing a tiny scowl whenever customers passed by tucking herself closer to you.

Maybe it was a good thing her father wasn't around. Having to compete for her first words would've been a bloodbath.

You spent two years in bliss. The fact that you were a single mother an afterthought to raising what you considered a blessing.

With Adira's second Christmas coming up, you wanted to do something special. She loved trains and found them absolutely amusing, often mimicking the honk as she ran around your apartment. Thankfully, there was a train ride for kids around the park during this time of year.

Here, you stood in line, bundled up to the nines. Big poofy coat, warm gloves, and fuzzy boots. As the crowd moved, Adira clung close, arms wrapped around your leg, glowering at any passerby with an annoyed look on her rosy cheeks.

That one was new. Maybe something else she got from her father.

The two of you took steps in tow, keeping Adira close and comfortable as the train came into view. Her expression shifted, excitement palpable. "Twain!" She squealed, jumping up and down.

Before you could respond to Adira's childlike joy, a man bumped into you by accident, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He turns to look at you, blue eyes meeting yours, but you were too focused on the weird ass Mohawk on his head.

People wore still those?

"Sorry bout that lass." The man starts to apologize, a Scottish accent lacing his voice.

That breaks your stare, laughing awkwardly to mask your wandering gaze. "Oh no, it's fine. You should be careful. you might slip on ice."

He nods, giving you a kind smile. The Scottish man starts to leave, but the look your kid was giving him sent shivers down his spine.

Little Adira was giving him a fierce stare down from behind your leg before ultimately cutting her eyes at him as if he were merely a nuisance.

"Next in line! Mctavish!"

The man doesn't stay after that. You assume that it was him they were calling with the way he hurried off. Hope he doesn't fall, seemed like a nice guy.

Soap can't help but do a double take when be gets to the front. The little rascal was wearing his Lieutenants face, hawk eyeing anyone who dared got to close. It was like looking in a mirror.

He nudged Gaz, making a gesture to look back without making it obvious. "See the lass and her bairn in line?"

Gaz gives him a raised brow, looking back for a second before turning around. "There's a lot of kids with their mother's, Johnny."

Soap glances back, double checking to make sure you were still in line. “The lass with the wee one—she’s got the same wicked look as Lt. You cannae miss her.”

Gaz rolls his eyes but humors Soap by looking once more, his eyes scanning the crowd until they land on a little girl already mean-mugging him from a distance. He swiftly turns around, blinking in surprise, trying to comprehend what he saw. "Uh..."

Soap only nods in agreement. That was Ghost's face, on a kid no less. He wastes no time, elbowing Roach and getting him to look back as well, leaving the other Sergeant in the same shock as Gaz. "That is not a face a kid should have."

"Agreed." Gaz added, shuddering at the thought.

"Where's the cap?" Soap asks, the train ride no longer feeling like fun now that he’s discovered the jackpot.

"Market place with Lt. for cigs," Gaz knowingly remarked, remembering that Price had run out on their way here.

"Well, let's go show them a Christmas miracle," Soap shot up from his seat all too eagerly.

The sergeants just got their Christmas present.

[maviyenot]

[scrumblewonk]

what r ur kinks

murder

[searyuu]

as if you’re holding the world in your hands

[fortunatelyperfectcreator]

[viktoriavika67]

Niku is still Niku. Even an au(where Mr. Sunshine won) won't change that.

(And Purple Sunshiner to the left of Niku is called Survu.)

[orpheus-has-lyreizz]

gen z Telemachus

[thief-of-eggs]

nothing beats the ship dynamic of “hissy black cat and his loyal golden retriever bf”

I eat that shit up every. single. time.