#FABBY I DID THESE THINGS WORD FOR WORD.

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Hi! This is a fic rec of my favorite fics that take place in a small town. These fics are organized by word count from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Given A Chance by fabby / @fabby1d (173k)

Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

(or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

Wild and Unruly by 100percentsassy, Gloria_Andrews / @100percentsassy, @gloriaandrews (123k)

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.

I'll Fly Away by juliusschmidt / @juliusschmidt (122k)

Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school, Louis stuck around and Harry did not; Harry went to Chicago where he found a boyfriend and couple of college degrees. Six years later, Harry ends up back in Edwardsville for the summer and he and Louis fall into old patterns and discover new ones.

ft. One Direction, the local boyband; Horan’s Bar and Grill; families, most especially children and babies; Officer Liam Payne; many local festivals and fireworks displays; and Anne Cox, PFLAG President.

Halfway Home by itsmotivatingcara / @itsmotivatingcara (103k)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were improbable childhood friends, much to Harry’s dismay. They were thrown together each summer when Harry was forced to visit Louis’ grandfathers’ ranch in Black Hills, South Dakota. With each passing year their friendship blossomed into something more. When trail rides turned to stolen kisses, and tragedies turned to confessions, until they could no longer deny the inevitable draw they felt for one another.

Though life and their future plans soon set them on different paths.

Ten years later, Louis is the proud owner of Halfway Home Wildlife Refuge. Harry returns to the ranch to escape the perils of his past in London, and though their memories still haunt Louis, he won’t let that deter him from his goals. However, someone has been keeping a close eye on the refuge, and possibly Louis specifically, and Harry’s return may have unleashed more that just old passions. There’s a hunter lurking in the Hills, someone who’s decided they’ve bided their time long enough.

Apple Pie Baked Just Right by 28goldensfics / @28goldens (92k)

“You’re sweet, thank you.” Harry was speaking so quiet it was almost eerie, but his fingers squeezed against Louis’ hand again. “I already feel like I can pretty much be myself with you. I’m glad you moved here, I’ve needed a friend. I hope you keep getting that breath of fresh air you need here.”

 Louis’ heart felt like it could pound out of his chest and onto the floor in front of them.

 “I’m starting to think I will.”

Louis has to get away. The news of his father’s terminal diagnosis, the loss of his job, and the breakup with his girlfriend leads Louis to leave for a life of slower things in the small town of Cedar Hills.

His new neighbor is the Cox Family Apple Farm. Harry Styles, the oldest child of the Cox Family, might just teach him how to live life a little simpler, bake an apple pie, and breathe.

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds / @fondleeds (88k)

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

-

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

(Take Me Home) Country Roads by Awriterwrites (86k)

“Sir, I can help you. Just let me — “ He tried moving closer but the eldest child blocked his way. He backed off, putting his hands out in a passive gesture. “I’m a physician. I can help,” he tried again.

The man shook his head vehemently, passing the cup back to his grandchild. “Tol’ ya. Don’t need ya.” All of the fire had gone out of his voice, leaving behind a frail, sick old man with barely any breath to talk.

“I have medicines...I could make you comfortable…” Louis’ voice was still small, but pleading.

“Mountain Mama cares for wha’s ailin’ me. Don’t need no fancy city doctors.”

Louis blinked at the man, still shaking from the coughing spell. Mountain — well, fuck. That backwoods, uneducated scam artist…

“Of course he is,” Louis said curtly. ***** OR a Northern Exposure AU featuring Louis as the big city doctor, Harry as a natural healer, Niall as a secretive barkeep, Liam and Zayn head over heels for each other but they don't know it and a lot of hurt, comfort and moonshine in between.

So Keep My Candle Bright by whisperdlullaby (78k)

Louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own.

That's What I'm Here For by taggiecb / @taggiecb (46k)

Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

Home Calls the Heart by itsmotivatingcara / @itsmotivatingcara (44k)

A series of unfortunate events lands Louis Tomlinson in the heart of Texas. After running from his life in London and a performative marriage, he leaves a scandal in his wake. Home calls the heart, as his Nana always said. Though her words couldn’t be truer when he decides to take up her offer to watch over Hyacinth ranch while she travels abroad.

He figured the worst he’d have to deal with would be the meddlesome goats, some repairs and an errant spirit or two. That is, until the gorgeous Cowboy next door makes his presence known.

or

A romcom au.

The Best Kind of Bad by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (40k)

Nobody really understood Harry and Louis. Not even Louis. But for Louis, the world began and ended with Harry, and there were certain things he just wasn’t capable of explaining.

or Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

Our Little Corner of the World by brownheadedstranger (29k)

AU. Louis is stuck in his mom's diner for the summer. Harry is the line cook with a pickup truck.

Not That Gone Series by abrighteryellow / @a-brighter-yellow

Hello My Name is Harry (2k) Louis’s 20-year high school reunion takes a turn when a celebrity classmate – who also happens to be Louis’s long unrequited crush – unexpectedly shows up. A famous/not-famous AU inspired by Chris Evans.

Not That Gone (60k)

Around four in the afternoon on day two, Harry was dropping kisses on Louis’ chest and heading downwards when he abruptly stopped. “I can move back here,” he said, propping himself up on the mattress with his hands. Louis’ eyes popped open and he looked up at him, totally lost. “What?” “For a while,” Harry continued, the idea taking hold. “Hang out with my mom. Work on my script. Be with you.” Louis had already resigned himself to the fact that this weekend was a crack in the space-time continuum that would soon close, sending him and Harry back to their respective, very different lives. It would be a memory that would keep him warm when he was an old, old man – that time one of People’s 50 Most Beautiful had kept him on his hands and knees for two days straight. He wasn’t so stupid as to hope for more. “You’re crazy,” Louis scoffed. Harry’s eyes shone. “Am I?” A few weeks after Louis and Harry, *ahem*, reconnect at their high school reunion, Harry temporarily moves back home. Louis isn’t sure he has the emotional fortitude for a prolonged fling with the man of the dreams. For Ten Minutes Straight (1k) Louis has a ritual for when Harry’s away – and a good reason for keeping it private.

[fabbyf1]

Happy Friday, Besties!!!!!

It's been a hell of a week.

I think it's time to reveal the pairing of my current WIP.

I'm not sure how long this one is gonna be, but it's heavy on the plot (...and the porn) so it's definitely going to be Fabby Length. I'm having a blast writing it, but lengthy fics take time to write, so it'll be a while before this is complete.

I've gone for a different pairing this time... it's okay if it's not your cup of tea. But godddddaaaaammmnn is it mine. Sip, sip, sip, bitch. I'm having so much fun and going so feral for the dynamic. I hope you will give it a shot, even if it's not your fav pairing.

(Though it should be, because they're hot as fuck together.)

ANYWAY... enjoy the snippet 🫡

Daniel looked over at him, dart held tightly in his fingers, only to find Lando smiling at him. 

Fuck. 

He was so pretty. 

Daniel threw his last dart at the board and then turned to face Lando properly. He wasn’t even sure where the dart had landed. It could have missed the board altogether for all he knew. They looked at each other for a long moment before Daniel asked, “Why did you cancel your club night to come here with me?” 

Silence washed over them as they looked at each other. 

Daniel wasn’t sure what he was expecting. Things with Lando were usually lighthearted and funny, so he mostly expected him to make a joke out of his question. But when Lando spoke again, his words were quiet and sincere. 

“Because I’d rather hang out with you.” 

Fuck. 

“Yeah?” Daniel asked, eyes soft and way too fond. 

“I’ve missed hanging out with you,” Lando said, shrugging a bit. His cheeks seemed to get a bit pinker, and it sent a thrill down Daniel’s spine to think he was the reason for it. 

“Yeah?” Daniel repeated, feeling like his heart might actually burst out of his chest. They looked at each other for another long moment, their eyes unmoving. When Daniel finally spoke again, there was a teasing lift to his voice. “You missed me?” 

Because he couldn’t help himself. 

Because Lando missed him. 

Fucking hell. 

“Of course I missed you, you muppet,” Lando groaned, rolling his eyes and reaching out to punch Daniel’s shoulder. In Lando’s language, that was the same as giving him a hug. Daniel was so fucking endeared by it. “You’re...” Lando started to say but trailed off. 

“I’m what?” Daniel urged, wanting to know the end of that sentence. 

“You’re Danny Ric,” Lando finally said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It wasn’t a real answer, and it didn’t technically make any sense, but it somehow was exactly what Daniel needed to hear. He couldn’t help the blinding smile that took over his face. 

“And you’re Lando Norris,” he said, equally as stupid. 

He was pretty sure it was a love confession.

“Yeah, I am,” Lando said, grinning at him as he reached out and tweaked Daniel’s nipple.

“Ouch!” Daniel laughed, twitching out of Lando’s grasp. 

“Are you going to tell me you missed me too, or what?” Lando asked, reaching to pinch his other nipple, but Daniel batted his hand away before he could get there. Lando frowned at him as he said, “Come on, Danny. I’m a growing boy. I need constant affirmation.” 

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” Daniel said, giggling at him. Lando pouted harder, and Daniel suddenly wanted to lean forward and kiss him. He wouldn’t, obviously, but the intrusive thought was there, and it wasn’t going away. That was why he said, “Do you need people to praise you in bed, too?” 

And. 

Okay. 

That happened. 

[lavalampstealer]

but do you have solaris hcs?

(your hcs are 💥/pos)

Another opportunity to gush? Absolutely!! :) I will admit I have not thought much about Solaris because I have yet to make a design for her, but a few come to mind

Hcs below cut bc game spoilers and length

- She and Fabby? Wives. Proof? We find out that Fabby had a dinner reservation to a fancy sounding place during Eaves Drop. Mm, dinner alone sounds pathetic and we know that Fabby is anything but. So, date night it is. Also, they must work together often enough because Solaris is a laser specialist and Fabricator makes death traps, so it’s fair to say that they built the laser trap in Safe and Sound (even tho Fabricator took the credit). Don’t quote me on this, but I’m pretty sure Fabricator has a note in her office that says something like “She’s so annoying” in reference to Solaris, so my take on it is that Solaris being like that on purpose because it’s funny

- Also tell me. tell me that canonical 6’2 Solaris and canonical 5’4 Fabricator wouldn’t be funny. Solaris putting a pair of wire cutters on a high shelf to annoy Fabby. Fabricator explaining in detail how she plans to kill Solaris for making fun of her (she’s just joking.. right? she’s not serious is she? ohp, nope, she’s dead serious). finally getting inspo to draw them bc of this and this alone

- some incorrect Fabby/Solaris quotes:

S: “I poisoned one of our glasses. But I forgot which one.”

F: “The way this dinner is going, I hope it’s mine.”

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S: “I hate to disagree with you.”

F: “Please. You love to disagree with me more than anything, it’s your favorite thing in the world.”

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F: “How tall are you?”

S: “Extremely. Thank you for noticing.”

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F: “I am at a loss for words!”

S: “Despite being at a loss for words, Fabricator yelled at me for the next 45 minutes.”

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S: “You’re smiling, did something good happen?”

F: “I can’t smile just because I feel like it?”

Hivemind: “Juniper tripped and fell in the parking lot.”

——————

- I’m assuming she survived the Death Engine because of an emergency escape pod or something similar and that she ejected right as/before it blew up. She didn’t sustain nearly as many injuries as Phoenix, she got away with just a few nicks and scratches.

- She’s not working for Zoraxis because she agrees with their views, she’s there because they’re funding her work and making her designs real. Sure it may be a ginormous deadly weapon, but you have to admit, being able to make and be in charge of a functional mini-Death Star is an extraordinary scientific achievement. Who else can say that they’ve made a laser capable of destroying whole buildings?

- For some reason in my mind her default outfit is similar to Chell’s in Portal, like white shirt/tank top with a jumpsuit tied around her waist and black boots. The jumpsuit would be orange with dark grey accents, the boots would be like. combat boots? I think? some kind of heavy-duty boots

If I think of more, I’ll add them, but yeah! Silly laser scientist!!

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

fabby & solaris hcs but specifically centered around the strange relationship thing they have going on at zoraxis bc if i don't compile my thoughts somewhere i'm gonna forget

fabby has been working at zoraxis for far, far longer than solaris. most of the higher tier operatives have, barring maybe x-ray. but her impressive engineering work artificially pushed her up the ranks a lot during her time there

the fabricator wasn't solaris' first construction partner. she was actually passed back and forth between a lot of smaller crews, but was moved onto other projects for being too difficult to work with for one reason or another

fabby was solaris' last opportunity to prove herself. not that solaris knew that, but zor did. fabby was initially reluctant to work with someone… like solaris, but if anyone could keep her in line, it would be the engineer closest to the doctor

operation toxic rain was the first project they worked on together (the supervirus was nowhere close to finished at the time, but it didn't have to be for the shell to be worked on)

to say they got along would be the overstatement of a lifetime, but solaris was… pleasantly(?) surprised with how easy fabricator was to work with. comparatively, anyways

solaris' prior jobs didn't exactly paint the kindest picture of her future in the engineering industry. years of undermining and belittlement festered into something bitter and short fused. but one of the first things fabby did was notice her talents for what they were

fabby's not an idiot. she holds herself and her field in very high regard, and she knows a brilliant mind when she sees it. while solaris'… demeanor got under her skin with a practiced ease, her potential was indisputable. despite everything, she could appreciate having someone else at zoraxis who's talent was anywhere close to her own.

the only thing that really got in the way of them gelling any easier- beyond the water-and-oil nature of their personalities- was the visual design process of their inventions (as opposed to technical design)

it… took a while for solaris to get comfortable deferring to the fabricator. she was always rather quick to get defensive over being told just how bad she was at something like this

… but she got a little better at it once fabby started deferring to her in regards to the technical design process of some of their future projects. it took a lot of effort to swallow her pride and actually do so and solaris… saw that for what it was

they eventually carved out a rhythm for themselves, gravitating towards their niche and inadvertently maximizing their productivity in the process

in honesty? zor really did not like solaris. but, if the fact that she was working on the death engine wasn't enough to convince them to keep her, then fabby's increased output certainly was. so she's allowed to stay, but she's on really thin ice with them

speaking of zor, fabby figured that solaris' lack of respect for them would have surely blossomed some sort of hate between her and the other engineer… but it hasn't. she never quite knew what to make of that

over time, solaris has grown to appreciate fabby for being the coworker she never would have had anywhere else. someone who trusts her ability unquestioningly. someone who knows what she's worth

and on the other hand, fabby has grown to appreciate solaris' disregard towards status- her own or otherwise. of course, it drove her up the wall at first, but… it feels… nice to have someone respect her, and to know it has nothing to do with her closeness to zor.

solaris likes her as a person, not as a concept. she doesn't expect anything of her the same way the others' do. her demeanor as a high ranking operative means little to her… if she wanted to (although why would she ever want to) she could take the mask off around solaris. and it would be fine.

solaris is also very blunt. she says what she means, and rarely twists her words, if ever. and its strange for someone who lies so easily to find that comforting… but at zoraxis, you always have to stay alert for dangerous insinuations and unannounced tests of character. it's something she's been accounting for for years. but she doesn't have to with solaris. if she was truly mad- if she was truly out to get her- fabby would know from the start. and there's something… relieving about that.

their coworkers are under the impression that they get along about as poorly as they did when they first met. zor has a hunch elsewise, but doesn't comment on it much.

things were… really rough for the both of them after the death engine. it's the first time they really noticed that… they don't have great relationships with the rest of zoraxis staff

fabricator didn't hesitate to visit solaris at the hospital- though it was hard to wrap her mind around the fact that she… cared enough about solaris to do so. she wouldn't be doing that for anyone else.

solaris didn't question it… but she did appreciate it. it was a horrible stay- and a debilitatingly long one, at that- and she damn near would have lost her mind without fabby picking at it every now and again

i'm realizing how long i've been talking for so im cutitng this off but do you see this the vision from my twister mind

[agency-unofficial]

June, when you named Phoenix during Jet Set, was that a spur of the moment thing or had you come up with the idea before hand? If before hand, what was that discussion with the rest of zoraxis like? If spur of the moment, how much of that was the surviving and how much was burning all the possessions on your plane? And either way, how did Fabby react?

Also I'm pretty sure those blueprints for Fabby's newest machine are actually for the Editor because I'm pretty sure it's a time machine because they shouldn't of known you were meeting where you were to be able to follow you home. They also have have the power to prevent you from hearing us (they stalked you from the square back, but we couldn't tell you, so be on guard whenever we're not doing stupid stuff such as showing you firemelons.

"Holy shit that's a lot of words, uh-"

"Well, I mean, to answer your questions, I suppose it was a bit of both. Fairly early into my time with Zoraxis, or at least when I was deemed trustworthy enough, I had a sort of meeting with Zor. It wasn't face to face, far from, I was taken to a room where there was a telephone with a heavily encrypted line. To be honest, it was a lot of blather, and I paid a... debatable amount of attention, but I will admit, Phoenix's case did interest me, in a way."

"You can't blame me, they evaded a lot of Zor's plans, that takes guts and hard work. But no, no codename was given, more just derogatory words such as 'pest'. And, well, then I got to meet them and I actually understood the gravity of what Zor meant."

[Rude.]

"Shut up I'm monologuing."

"Plus, I like you enough now."

"So yes, you could say the nickname was a bit spur of the moment, especially regarding their history. My flair for the dramatics probably played a part too. That and definitely the mild accounts of arson."

“As for the Fabricator? Well, she definitely was less than pleased, that and Zor."

"Speaking of the Fabricator...and the Editor, that's definitely concerning. If I can be transparent with you, I scarcely understand the technical side of what she does other than murder machines, but that alone is enough to make her unnerving at best, downright terrifying at worst."

"We'll keep an eye out."

[lonita]

A little bit of Marseille

When I was sixteen years-old I went to visit my mother in France for the first time. For the first three of the fives weeks it was just the two of us - her husband was still in Senegal finishing up some business for the company he was working for at the time - and it was just fabby. Since she didn't have a license, we spent most of our time in Marseille just tooling around the city. I think one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen was the Friday morning flower market in the downtown area - one side of the long main street was nothing but flowers from one end to the other. Gorgeous seems too plain a word for it, but sublime is a bit much, so let's just say it was both and somewhere in the middle. We did a lot of visiting of friends of hers - including one family who had a son about age 20 who loved Simple Minds and was absolutely the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen in my life (up until that time, at least). My poor little teenage heart had a crush on him for months afterwards. Another one of her friends was the person who got me liking pine tree seeds. She served them with what was possibly the best roast of beef I've ever had in my life. Mmm. The apartment building where my mother and her husband own the apartment in Marseille, is not an apartment building at all really - it's a 200 year-old house that at one time belonged to the Hugarian ambassador to France. It's a bloody gorgeous place that faces the Mediterranean. I could, if I wanted, be out the door and in the ocean in less than five minutes. Watching the sunset over the Mediterranean is one of the most beautiful experiences you could imagine. Anyhow, the apartment building is a co-op - which is great in one sense, but not when it comes to having the facade of the building redone due to sea-salt and Mistral damage, because one of the current tenants is a real bitch. Doesn't want to have to pay for anything, but is the first to complain about anything that's wrong. I digress… The tenants had a big dinner in the back patio one day - more or less a combination of tenant meeting and "welcome the Canadian kid". The table was lovely, right down to the name cards on the plates. That's the one and only time I've ever been to a dinner that had name cards. Mine said "Fille de Canada", because they couldn't remember my name apparently, so they referred to me as the "daughter of Canada". The company, for the most part, was quite nice - even though I couldn't understand but maybe twenty words out of the mish-mash of French that was floating around my ears. None of them spoke English at all, though a few did try a little. It's funny how language barriers don't disguise certain things, though. You don't need language to tell you what kind of person someone is - not when their body language and tone of voice are doing all the work. That, coupled with the fact that I'm not an idiot, was enough to tell me that Madame Beirot's (I can't remember the precise spelling) boyfriend (who coughs like a frigging lunatic all night - trust me on this one. You could hear it through the walls) was a grobian () of most annoying demeanour. I don't know where the hell it was coming from, but this guy was one of the most patronising louts I've ever met. Perhaps it was my age, or the fact he's a jackass, but I could tell (despite the French) that he was being a shit. I mentioned it to my mother later on in the evening, and she confirmed. She wondered how I could tell. I just could. The oddest thing about the whole trip was getting used to topless women on the beach. After a while you just don't notice it anymore, but it does take some getting used to. It's hard, though, to sit down at a beach cafe table and not feel a little awkward talking to someone that you'd just seen bouncing around half-naked on the sand. * grobian [n] - A rude or clownish person; boor; lout

[slinglouis]

august fic rec!

hi friends! these are my favorite fics that i read during july while avoiding studying for my mcat & i think you should all read this month! if you have a fic you want me to check out this month please let me know, i’m always looking for more!

black with autumn rain by whimsicule -  93k

“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”

Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”

Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”

“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”

or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren't exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

Oh Glory by alivingfire - 21k

Tomlinson looks Liam over, tilting his head. “Are you a swimmer as well?”

“Yeah,” Liam says, a little cautiously. Harry wonders if it’s Tomlinson’s fame or the unimpressed eyebrow that’s making Liam wary. “Distance, I’m doing the 1500m. Harry here’s a sprinter.”

“Ah,” says Tomlinson, turning his glinting eyes back to Harry. “So you’re not an endurance man.” A beat passes, and his grin grows, wide and filthy. "Shame."

Harry Styles is Team Great Britain's newest swimmer, and has spent his whole life training for this moment, a chance at the gold medal in the Rio 2016 Olympics. All his training, hard work, and dedication to no distractions is tested when he's assigned to the same Rio apartment as Louis Tomlinson, British gymnast and Harry's childhood crush.

Howls Like a Beast (You Flower, You Feast) by @indiaalphawhiskey​ - 17k

“You don’t love me,” Louis had said, utterly blasé as he callously fractured the heart of a Harry that was just barely eighteen.

“I do,” Harry had insisted pleadingly, green eyes already watering.

Louis had rolled his eyes, exasperated and flippant in the way only beautiful, young boys could be when faced with the affections of a baby prince. He had run his finger down Harry’s cheek then, had forced him to look into his eyes as he delivered the final blow.

“You’ll change your mind once you’ve seen more of the world,” Louis had teased, pressing a brutally delicate kiss onto Harry’s lovely, pure cheek. “Once you’ve been properly defiled.” He had whispered filthily, delighted by the gasp he heard, the frantic pink blush that had rested high on Harry’s cheeks, the power he had felt at knowing he could make the Crown Prince squirm.

And down the long and silent street by whimsicule - 86k

The year is 1881 and if you’re alone in this world you might as well be dead, because starving dogs have no mercy.

Or: Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.

Run Like the Devil by benzos - 138k

Harry stops pouting, but his frown is still fixed in place. “Are you sure?” he asks. “You know it’s your soul you’re signing away.” He sounds…sad? No, that’s not right, but there’s something.

Christ. This is the most incompetent demon Louis’ ever met. If he hadn’t seen the red of his eyes he wouldn’t believe he was a demon at all. How’d he get this job if he isn’t trying to convince Louis to deal? Or is it just another trick? A ploy for sympathy?

“I’m sure,” Louis says. “Come over here and kiss me.”

*

Supernatural AU. Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

No Place Without You by @fackinglouis​ - 19k

Harry's in love with life and he's in love with the world.

Louis' in love with Harry and he doesn't think there's any way he can possibly compete.

A Wanderlust AU in which Harry doesn't have a permanent home and stays with Louis when he visits NYC.

Given a Chance by fabby - 170k

Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

(or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

these bountiful silences by tommoandbambi - 123k

they live in a world where they can only say four words per day. harry meets some people that don't want to live that way.

we can only look behind by @hereforlou - 70k

His mum said there was no getting an idea out of his head once it was stuck in there and Harry thought she was right. It wasn’t like he did it on purpose - his ideas were just really sticky.

(Or, the one where Harry fixates through the years.)

Don’t Want Shelter by kingsofeverything - 77k 

Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…

When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families' old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.

During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

somewhere in between the lightning by jassy117, nauticalleeds, shiningdistractionwrites - 100k

As Louis took another bite, he thought back to how he had once believed that the hardest thing about being on Love Island would be Liam handling his social media. He had been wrong. It was Harry Styles, peeking over at Louis as he forked a pancake into his mouth, and gauging his reaction. It was having to quench the swelling of his heart, which felt simultaneously like hope and the breaking of a thousand pieces.r

A summer gone wrong (or very right) when, under Liam’s persuasion, Louis finds himself drunkenly applying for Love Island, and getting accepted. Oh, well. A summer spent on an island paradise couldn’t be all that bad, right?

Imagine his surprise when Louis arrives in sunny Majorca to find that his first love and ex-boyfriend, Harry, is another contestant, about to capture the hearts of everyone in the villa. Most normal people don’t have to face their ex on an otherwise straight TV show. Most normal people don’t fall for their ex again in front of the whole nation, either. Too bad this whole situation isn’t normal.

special mention bc an epilogue was added and this is one of my fav fics of all time: Collision by @tequiladimples (itjustkindahappened) - 225k

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

[jovialyouthmusic]

Special Delivery

Fabio and I share a bottle of wine and discuss previous relationships.

Word Count 2993

No warnings - just a few feelings and a bit of sexual tension No under 18s please

8 What Came Before?

It was late afternoon on the day my new lodger moved in. He retreated to his room after Martin’s visit, and came out when he heard me clattering around in the kitchen.

‘I can help?’ he asked.

‘You say can I help? I corrected him.

‘Ah.’ he sighed. ‘I never learn.’

‘Don’t worry.’ I reassured him ‘I like the way you speak, and you make yourself understood very well. Your vocabulary is really good, but the tenses are difficult. I looked into learning a couple of other languages a little while ago, but most of them have masculine and feminine forms, and that really confuses me.’

‘Ah yes, that is all normal for me.’ He gestured at the salad ingredients. ‘I get these ready if you like?’

‘Okay.’ I smiled ‘Do you want an apron?’ I tugged at my own apron just in case he didn’t know the word. He nodded. ‘I have just the right one for you then.’ I giggled, reaching into a drawer to bring one out that was made to look like a dinner jacket and bow tie. He grinned.

‘Perfecto! I look smart, yes?’ He put it on and struck a pose, hand on his cheek, looking off into the distance, one of the poses that had made my heart beat a little faster when I had seen it on Instagram.

‘You do’. I smiled. I got on with grilling the salmon while he washed and cut up the lettuce and rocket. I told him how to make the dressing, and before long the meal was ready. I put a small portion of fish out for Ginger, who I had shut out of the room while we cooked. He rushed in and wolfed it down eagerly. I hoped he would go and sleep it off rather than sit and stare at me as I ate my dinner. Fabio reached into the fridge, where he had put the bottle of wine he’d brought, and opened it while I got out the wine glasses. We went through to the dining room, the table set out neatly. I loved having a separate dining room and putting everything out just so, with flowers and napkins – it made meal times more of an occasion. Earlier on I had prepared strawberries for dessert, washing and cutting them up and putting a little sugar on them before placing the bowl in the fridge. He poured the wine while I waited.

‘Salud, to my new English home, and my new beautiful friend.’ he said, raising his glass, and I reached out with mine to clink them together, feeling my cheeks heat up.

‘Bottoms up.’ I said, without thinking. For a moment he looked puzzled, then he laughed loudly. I blushed even more, but he set me at my ease.

‘Ah, you mean the bottom of the glass.’

‘You can say cheers or to your health.’ I explained ‘bottoms up is rather – informal.’ I refrained from saying cheeky in case that got me in hot water.

‘Thankyou for telling me - it sounds very English.’ He waved his fork in the air ‘Tomorrow we go out to eat, yes? I pay.’

‘That would be nice. You can say my treat if you like. There’s an place on the coast that does great bar meals, very English. We can go there after our walk.’

‘Si, it sounds good. Do we need to book?’

‘Not usually, but I can do to make sure.’ I replied. We began eating, the fish fragrant and tasty, the salad crisp and the dressing piquant. The wine went down nicely, and he kept my glass topped up.

‘We get just a little drunk.’ He winked. ‘But I don’t throw stones at the window.’

‘You don’t need to, you’re already inside.’ I said drily.

‘That is true.’ he grinned, sitting back in his chair, stretching, his hand behind his head. I reached out to clear our empty plates.

‘Strawberries?’ I asked ‘I have Greek yogurt too. To be properly English we should have them with cream, but I think that’s a little calorific – and I like Greek yogurt.’ He made the gesture again with his thumb and forefinger touching, kissing his fingers and raising his hand

‘Perfecto.’ he grinned, obviously relaxed from the wine, as was I. I presented him with a bowl of the red fruit, bringing the yogurt in with a spoon. He picked a piece up ‘Try this’ he said, and dropped it into his glass ‘Is better with champagne or prosecco, but is good’

‘I’ve heard of prosecco and strawberries’ I replied ‘I’ve never tried it though’ I dropped a piece in my drink and swirled it round. A little of the sugar clung to the fruit, and when I drank it sweetened the wine, while the strawberry was a little tart. I became aware that Fabio was intently watching me as my lips parted to suck the strawberry from the glass. He kept eye contact with me as he sucked his from the wine and rolled it around his mouth. Heat pooled in my belly and I felt a little light headed from the wine.

‘Is good, no?’ he smiled seductively, quirking an eyebrow.

‘Mmmm.’ I replied, spooning the yogurt into my bowl to try and break the spell he had on me. He reached out for the pot when I had done, and ladled a dollop onto his. He took his time with dessert, toying with his spoon and savouring every mouthful until his bowl was empty. I went to take the empty bowl, but he reached across and stopped me, his hand on mine. Our eyes locked as a little jolt of electricity travelled up my arm, and my cheeks flamed red.

‘Is okay, I wash up.’ He said ‘Go, take your glass and sit in the lounge.’

‘I – umm - don’t bother to dry things. I usually leave things and put them away later. I – it annoys me if things aren’t in the right place.’ I couldn’t handle standing next to him drying the dishes, I decided, and although my house was often cluttered and disorganised, in the kitchen everything had its place so that it was easy to cook.

‘You teach me where things go tomorrow.’ he smiled, and stood, taking the bowls and spoons out. I rose onto shaky legs to pick up the yogurt to put it away, then went through to the lounge. I sat in the easy chair and curled up, comfortably full and a little tipsy, taking a deep calming breath. The couch was dangerous territory, I told myself, and leaned forward to put my glass on the coffee table. Ginger was curled up on the couch and opened his eyes to look at me sleepily before dozing off again.

I listened to Fabio washing up in the kitchen. It was good to have company, even company that made my knees go weak and my heart flutter. I told myself he couldn’t possibly feel anything for me, being used to rubbing shoulders with beautiful models. I was just ordinary, my only claim to being exotic in his eyes was my nationality. Of course he was flirting with me, good looking men like him just did that naturally, I told myself. Perhaps he didn’t even know how he was affecting me.

Fabio came into the room with his glass and the rest of the bottle, almost empty now. He sank down onto the couch and Ginger made a little sound of surprise.

‘El gato churo.’ he smiled, and reached out to stroke him. The cat stretched out luxuriously and exposed his belly, a goofy expression on his furry face. I envied him his relaxed acceptance of my new lodger and his total lack of restraint or self consciousness.

‘So we are a little drunk.’ he said, raising his gaze to mine. ‘Relaxed, no?’

‘Solo un poco.’ just a little. I admitted.

‘Martin, he is a good friend?’ he asked, turning the conversation in a direction I hadn’t expected.

‘He is. We talk a lot, about all sorts of things.’

‘He tries to protect you. I think he doesn’t like me.’

‘It’s only natural I suppose. He’s like a brother to me.’ my breath caught in my throat as Fabio gave me a slow smile. ‘I’m an only child – no brothers or sisters’ I said quickly.

‘Senora, you said your head and your heart tell you different things.’ He leaned his elbow on the back of the couch, his cheek resting on his palm.

‘Doesn’t everybody feel the same way?’ I asked ‘your heart tells you to – to jump in, not think about the consequences, and your head tells you to stop. I suppose mostly my head wins.’

‘You mean with love? You have had a boyfriend – or someone special before?’

‘Of course, I’m only human. Nothing longer than a couple of years, mostly just months.’

‘Me also. Perhaps every now and again it is good to jump in, otherwise we are lonely.’ His words made me suddenly feel sorry for him.

‘You’re lonely, Fabio?’ I asked softly. He shifted self consiously.

‘I travel alone. I have friends here and there, but when you move around so much it is difficult.’

‘I’m sorry. Sometimes I feel lonely too, but most of the time I don’t mind.’

‘If I was not here?’ he asked, the end of his question hanging in the air.

‘I’d take in a lodger, maybe not as soon as this, but unless I meet Mr Right One, I guess Ginger would be my companion.’ He smiled and stroked Ginger, who was now sitting with his paws tucked under his body, his head dropping forward sleepily.

‘Lucky cat, to live in this English house, quiet and happy. Rabbits to chase, a warm place to sleep, someone to look after him if he gets sick.’

‘Fabio…’ I started, but he interrupted me.

‘I’m sorry senora, perhaps I move too fast, I…’ he paused and reached into his back pocket for his phone to translate his thoughts ‘I think that maybe you want…’ he rubbed his forehead. ‘Perhaps the wine is talking.’

‘We should just be friendly for now.’ I said gently ‘it’s easy to get carried away.’ He smiled ruefully.

‘Your head is strong. Your heart…’

‘My heart needs a little more time’ I explained ‘It doesn’t always lose, sometimes my head realises that my heart is right. We only met a few days ago.’ He nodded sagely.

‘That is true senora. Tell me, you like me calling you Lisa?’

‘Lisa is fine.’ I replied ‘How about you? Do you have a nickname? Something shorter?’ he shrugged.

‘Not really’ he smiled.

‘You know, the first part of your name – Fab – is like ‘fabulous. How about Fabby?’ He grinned widely.

‘I like Fabby. You use that. Is almost the same in Spanish - fabuloso’ He stretched and took his glass up again, taking a sip and putting it back down again. He looked very relaxed, long legged, his ankle resting on his knee, his arms spread wide along the back of the couch.

‘So you and Martin. You are just friends? Always?’

‘Yes, always, though I had a bit of a crush on him when we met. He was married though, and by the time he was free we were – just friends. I don’t think of him that way, and his life is very complicated.’ We spent a little more time talking about old partners, falling into a comfortable place. Eventually Fabricio yawned.

‘I am tired.’ he announced ‘I think I will go to my room. Tomorrow we go for a walk – you said the coast?’

‘Yes’ I smiled.

‘And you listen to your head, let your heart get used to things.’ he smiled, standing. I stood to pick up the glasses and bottle. He moved toward me, then stopped, thoughtful.

‘Do friends whose hearts are waiting hug each other?’ he asked ‘Is alright?

‘I think so.’ I replied, putting the glasses back down. I walked into his embrace and he held me tight. It was different to hugging Martin – I felt it was something Fabio needed, something that grounded him, but there was an undercurrent, a feeling of potential. I felt him sigh happily, then he drew back and kissed me on the cheek. Doing anything more daring was not a good idea after the wine, I told myself with a little pang of regret.

‘Sleep well. Do you need anything?’

‘No, is fine. I see you in the morning. Is okay to shower when I get up?’

‘Of course, the door has a lock on it, and I’ll hear you. This is your home.’

‘My English home. Goodnight my friend.’

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I slept surprisingly well that night, but I closed my bedroom door which did not please Ginger at all. He fussed to be let in, and settled down with a little grumble. At two o’clock in the morning I relented and left the door open when he yowled at me, but he didn’t return until he decided it was breakfast time. He was so insistent that I thought I would risk going downstairs in my dressing gown. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom and calculated that I had time to complete my task before he emerged, so I went to feed Ginger and put the kettle on for coffee. I started out to go back upstairs to get dressed when I realised the sound of the kettle boiling had masked the sounds from the bathroom, and Fabrio emerged, clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his bare chest, unwaxed and unshaved with dark hair forming a trail that lead down below the towel. His hair was wet and tousled from towel drying and steam billowed out from the bathroom. He was barefoot and grinned at me disarmingly.

‘Buenos días senora.’ he said as I gripped the newel post to stop my legs from giving way. The scent of his shower gel flooded the hall and I managed to return his greeting.

‘Good Morning Fabio. Did you sleep well?’

‘Muy beuno. Is quiet here. El gato – Ginger, he came to sleep on my bed when I got up for the bathroom.’ I eyed the cat, who had strolled out from the kitchen licking his chops and making for a comfortable place to digest his food. He avoided Fabio’s bare legs, but went to his door and looked up at him, mewing to demand entrance. ‘Ginger, you are bad.’ he scolded ‘You go to Lisa, not me.’

‘I’m so sorry. If you don’t want him in your room…’

‘Is okay, I don’t mind, but he should be more – faithful.’ I shrugged

‘Cats are very independent. I’m glad he likes you, it means you’re not a threat.’ Fabio gave me a smouldering look, and I pulled my dressing gown closer around me. He looked back down at the cat, nodding sagely.

‘Ginger, you are a good wing man. You make me look good.’ He laughed loudly and the cat glared at him and stalked off to the lounge.

‘I uh – I’ll get dressed and we can have breakfast.’

‘Thankyou Lisa.’ He shook his head at me, his hair flopping over his forehead. He pulled at it ‘I do this and then I join you.’

It wasn’t long before we met again in the kitchen, both fully dressed, Fabio’s jet black hair styled and glossy. I made coffee and showed him what was available for breakfast.

‘Have you ever had porridge?’ I asked ‘It’s more Scottish than English. In the USA they call it oatmeal.’

‘Si, I have it before.’

‘I like to cut up banana and cook it with oats and water, and I add something sweet – honey is good, and a splash of milk. The Scots like it with salt.’ He looked thoughtful.

‘Make it the way you like it, and I try it.’

‘Okay, if you go and sit down I’ll get it ready.’ He took his coffee and phone and went into the dining room, and ten minutes later we were sitting together eating and looking out at the garden.

‘Ginger will love it when he’s allowed out.’ I said ‘He probably won’t bother sleeping on my bed if it’s warm outside.’ Fabio looked at me.

‘El gato, he is not sure who to sleep with now. This is good.’ he waved his spoon over his bowl ‘Very healthy, yes?’

‘Thanks. You can make it richer if you make it with milk instead of water. You can put sultanas in, or any kind of fruit you like.’

‘Strawberries?’ He asked, and I nodded, remembering how we had flirted over strawberries and wine the night before.

‘I like bananas best.’

‘You don’t have to feed me all the time, senora.’ he said ‘today we eat out, and on my next day off, I make paella.’

‘Okay, I can put aside space in the cupboard and fridge for any food you want to cook, but otherwise you can share most things – if you’re not sure, just ask.’ 

When we had finished, Fabio washed up for me again, and I showed him where to put things away in the kitchen. I was getting more comfortable having him around, but there was still an undercurrent, the sense of possibility. I had wanted excitement – but as usual my head had put the brakes on, and I hoped I could overcome that and manage to go toward that goal again very soon.

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hey ! looking for a good and long canon compliant future!fic ? x.

Hello! Enjoy:

10 Years Later by Harriet1dfan:

Summary: Louis settled a little further into the couch, forcing himself to calm down and relax. He took a deep breath and asked the one question that had been haunting him for ten years; the question only Harry had the answer to; the question that meant everything to him “Why did you do it?” In the 10 years since One Directions’ shock split in February 2015, Louis has been living a quiet life in Doncaster, trying to forget he was ever 1/5 of the world’s biggest boyband. Until of course there is a televised reunion and tour.

Word count: 79,765

Six Years On by speakingwosound (sev313):

Summary: All it takes is Harry standing in his doorway and Louis remembers, in technicolor, why he’s spent so long being angry and guilty. Because the alternative – the bone-deep, missing-a-lung, constant ache of missing him – is unbearable.

Six years after One Direction breaks up, Harry wants to publish a tell-all book.

Word count: 46,582

Given a Chance by Fabby:

Summary: Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

(or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

Word count: 173,511

Drifting, Weightless by dinosaursmate:

Summary: “We’ve been asked to do a gig,” Niall said slowly. “Harry and Liam are completely up for it, I am too.”

“Alright. What’s the catch?” Louis asked with suspicion.

“It’s, um…” Niall cleared his throat. “So, Juliana was contacted by this themed cruise company, and they want us to do a four-day One Direction cruise.”

The words hung in the air as Louis’ right eyebrow slowly crept up and he fixed Niall with a stare.

“Absolutely not.” Louis rolled his eyes. “You’re essentially asking me to go on a working holiday with my ex. Stranded on a boat in the ocean for four days.”

“Cruise ships are huge! You don’t have to see him in your down time.”Harry and Louis are exes with benefits until they’re not, and the Mediterranean Sea might just be the perfect place to work through some unresolved issues.

Word count: 41,193

[imforeman]

Twice Upon a Time

I just watched Dr Who. Thought it was rlly lovely.

I’m setting aside the terrible characterisation of Hartnell. That was an insult and gut wrenching and gross he did have like 2 sweet moments but overall gross. I kinda have to set it aside cause that was just unbearable and just so far removed from the truth that I’ve kinda not even acknowledged it happened.

Setting that aside tho I thought it was rlly lovely.

The Positives

Mark FREAKIN Gatiss. Always perfect and a rlly lovely and heartwarming character with a wonderful storyline.

PETER CAPALDI. an icon. Beautiful. Honestly the most beautiful face and hair of any human just incredible and warm and dramatic and absolutely and utterly aghhhhh. And his acting. As always. FLAWLESS. Utterly beautiful and the love of my life tbh. (As is to be expected)

RACHEL TALALY (<3 <3) just absolutely stunning. Honestly some of her best work I cannot explain how incredible a job she did and she needs to return she is INCREDIBLE. I dunno what else to say other than wow.

All three of these things combined made the episode so emotionally involving and it was so thematically strong for the most part and just a beautiful piece of work.

Nardole and Clara and that whole scene was v nice and sweet even if not perfect. Glad we got to see their faces again.

And of course I cannot move on without mentioning the 13/10 Jodie Whittaker who even in her first moments proved to be so exciting and incredible and endearing (helped along by talaly Ofc who did a particularly fabby job here). I just cannot wait for her to smash it. (SO relieved tho moffat didn’t try and make something of the female Doctor thought he’d make a thing of it to try and take the credit but he didn’t and I’m so glad he did the right thing and treated it like any other regeneration.)

The Negatives

the soldier should’ve just bn a normal guy rather than a lethbridge-Stewart cause not everything has to be a callback and it would have had a heartwarming simplicity to it. Don’t feel like the callback added anything despite my love for The Brig.

Not sure what appeal the episode would have to kids or general audiences since it was just one long character piece with nothing else to it. He said it himself. No evil plot to stop. Which is a nice subversion but if I was a kid I’d imagine I’d be a bit bored by so many long conversations espesh if I was rlly young.

they should’ve taken out rusty and went somewhere else cause I hate rusty and wanted to forget abt him and don’t feel like it added anything to the episode thematically.

Capaldi’s final lines weren’t particularly special or inspired I feel and could’ve been said by any of them which is a little sad tbqh. Nothing special or memorable. Feel like they could have ended it with the line “one more regeneration won’t kill anyone, except me” (or words to those effect Icr the quote) cause his speech was rambling and while it had some nice bits it didn’t rlly go anywhere. Feel like ending it there would have bn more fitting for his era but perhaps a bit harrowing so I understand why they didn’t. But the speech should’ve bn shortened and focused at least.

The alien was okay thematically it worked (side thought: death and afterlife have been very prominent in Capaldi!Who). It could have perhaps been a little more memorable and involving cause it all came to pretty much nothing. I understand they were secondary to the doc’s arch and that’s fine just get the feeling even the show didn’t know what they were or what exactly they wanted to do with them. So they were a little lacking but not what I’d focus on anyway.

Also the special effects were bad but I wasn’t bothered at all it was endearing so not rlly a negative. (:

No ‘Coming Soon’ :( (i need to see Whittaker!!!!)

So very mixed particularly if you include their betrayal of Hartnell and The Team, but setting Hartnell aside really very beautiful and moving if lacking in some areas and Whittaker was a highlight and everything I hoped for.

Very much looking forward to next season!!!

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What is your full name? Fabrice Peng~

Peng Feng-Liang My Chinese name, it’s fine only my family call me Feng-Liang Usually

Any nicknames? Fabbie,

Xixi,: this one is what Grandma has called me since I was a baby. or so mom says. It’s the sound of giggling. Because even dad says I was always laughing as a kid

When and where were you born? 24th May 1993. Cannes, France

What is your family life like? Grandma: straightforward, no fuss, says it like it is. sometimes sounds rude. No wonder dad’s so stubborn.

Grandpa: Lively even though he’s old! Very brave, never stops always riding his bicycle everywhere. Enjoys gardening, he’s always planing a new herb in the window box of his apart meany. Once He even planted a CHINESE CABBAGE!. Granda uses his herbs and Vegetables.

Mother: Strong-willed, She moved to Lyon from Changsha, after University. A real tiger mother, very strict always made sure I and my cousins were doing our homework. She enjoys babies, makes mooncakes every new year, for us and the extended Family.

Father: Granda always calls him Xiao Gui, and dad laughs and says it’s what she has always called him it means (little devil) He’s a prankster who’s always scaring my mom and grandma. Grandpa and my cousin find it so funny though.

Marie: JeiJei! she’s my eldest cousin though she’s only just under a year older than me. She’s like a mother hen, patient and caring. to expected my Grandpa says after all. they are his sister’s kids. She’s always had the most amazing voice, used to sing to her brothers so they’d sleep.

Jean: Hot-headed and loud, very loud. He boxes and plays the drums. he’s the eldest of Jeijei’s brothers though he’s three years younger than me. He’s rough and has always loved to wrestle with me, though that was never my thing.

Francios: Distant, not cold just very distant, always in his room, playing with his Chemistry set or telescope. Looks a lot like Auntie Fei.

Faun: the youngest brother. still only in elementary school. He’s from Auntie Fei’s second marriage. I have a good feeling about him, He sits had Auntie Fei’s grand piano, chanting “”listen, Listen” He doesn’t exactly play Chopin or Beethoven yet, but his Twinkle twinkle little star is almost perfect.

Any favourite quotes? Work delivers us from three great evils: boredom, vice and want. ― Voltaire It’s quite stunning, how true this one is

爱不是占有,是欣赏 (Love is not about possession, it's all about appreciation) The Principle my Grandparents live by. It’s actually quite beautiful.

"A man's home is his castle." James Otis. Not quite sure why I love this one so much, but I do.

Favourite music All of it

Favourite food

Cherry parfait, Crapes With honey and blueberries, Char Siu (Chinese BBQ pork belly)

Favourite show/movie Farewell my Concubine

Most overused word I don’t think I have one.

Any tattoos or piercings? My years one in each lobe.

What type of clothing are you most comfortable in? Suit funny enough, I’ve performed since being in middle school, so suits and tuxes are my things. make me feel confident.

Most disliked saying Anything along the lines, of “Trust only yourself.”

When you are angry, where do you go? When on the cruise ship?  Usually, the Dulux suite if it isn’t occupied. it had the most comfortable bed.I prefer to sleep off the anger than subject people to it.

At Home though, Usually I just go for a walk, I know the city like the back of my hand, as cliche as that sounds.

What is one strong memory that has stuck with you from childhood? Why is it so 

Flute recital from my final year in elementary school, Mom wasn’t there, but Grandpa was. He said I did my best, even though I didn’t place in the top three. Afterwards, he rode the market on his bicycle, and got the biggest ice cream cones I ever remember seeing or have seen since! I got my cone and started laughing that day was the first time he ever called me Xixi.

I remember that day because of the Giant ice cream cones and Grandpa calling me Xix for the first time.

powerful and lasting? I was Six when that happened, I’d say it’s the last memory.  

Where in the world would you like to travel to most?

Norway, Bergan. I desperately want to see where my favourite composer Edvard Greig grew up.

[atruththatyoudeny]

Monthly Reads | August 2017

OMG! August was such a good month - I’ve read lots of amazing fics! Please make sure to also check out the fics under the cut! ❤ THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK AND FOR SHARING YOUR STORIES! ❤ Top 5 6 + 11 more under the cut:

Pray for some sweet simplicity

by delsicle | a/b/o | enemies to lovers | 237k Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career. Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

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Chasing Empty Spaces

by domesticharry | historical AU | 1930s | 79k The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

We’ll Be Seamless

by dinosaursmate for HL Fic Fest (2017) | Tumblr AU | pining | exhibitionism | voyeurism | 52k Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it. Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks. — Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

Given a Chance

by Fabby | Future Fic | canon compliant | slow burn | coming back together | anxiety attacks| 173k Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles. The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right? Wrong. What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival? (or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

No sooner loved (series)

by benzos 1| As the winter to foul weather Trans character | mpreg | abortion | hurt/comfort | 45k AU. An unplanned pregnancy throws a spanner into Harry and Louis’ relationship. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. 2| You and you are sure together Trans character | eating disorder | hurt/comfort | 48k AU. The first day of fall term, Louis hits one of his residents in the face with a door. Later that day, said resident seeks refuge after a fight with his roommate. It becomes a thing. And then it becomes something else. 3| Baby, i’m speeding, and red lights are run pwp | 7k Louis really would’ve liked to just order the damn thing off the internet, but Harry insists that anything going inside your body ought to be thoroughly researched, which, apparently, mandates going to a sex shop. Knowing how ludicrously uncomfortable Louis is with the whole thing, Harry devises the ingenious solution of bringing Eleanor along and having her pose as Harry’s girlfriend who’s interested in trying out pegging, with Louis tagging along as a supportive best mate. It’s not Harry’s worst plan to date, but it’s somewhere in that range.

Under me, you

by hazzafrazza | friends to lovers | superheroes | 12 k You Won’t Believe Who Was Spotted Leaving Harry Styles’ Primrose Hill Pad! If Harry was being completely honest, it probably wasn’t the best idea to be a world-renowned popstar and an infamous vigilante. (Especially when all the comic books said never reveal your secret identity to keep your loved ones safe – which was all well and good, until Louis.) Or: Harry wants a lot of things – fame, glory, Louis – but that last one is particularly hard to get when everyone thinks you’re dating your secret superhero alter-ego and suddenly you’ve become your own worst cockblock.

Such Good Luck

by casuallyhl for HL Mpreg Fic Exchange | Historical AU | 1910s | mpreg | secret relationship | class difference | 66k Louis smiles at Harry’s words, leaning into his touch. “Tell me again.” Smiling, Harry takes Louis into his arms. Pressing gentle kisses to his face, Harry murmurs, “In six months’ time, I will have my twenty-fifth birthday. On that day, my portion of the inheritance will become legally mine. And I plan that very day to announce to my family that I have found love.” Harry chuckles as he runs his lips lightly along Louis’ cheekbone. “That, in fact, I found love when I was twenty-one years old, and that I have loved and been loved every day since.” Or, an Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

What A Life I’d Have Missed

by harioandlouigi for HL Mpreg Fic Exchange | mpreg | established relationship | 27k It all started with a prank, tears, and guilt. Louis has been pranking Harry since the day they met. Now, seven years later, Harry has finally come up with the perfect plan to prank his husband back. He has a borrowed positive pregnancy test in front of him, he’s perfected his facial expression, and he’s dead sure Louis will fall for it. He doesn’t exactly get the panicked reaction he expected, though. As a matter of fact, nothing ever seems to turn out the way he expects it to, but that’s for the best, really. Or, the one where an insensitive joke soon becomes a very real, happy pregnancy.

Small Doses (Loving You It’s Explosive)

by Anonymous for HL Summer Exchange 2017 | personal trainer Harry | boxing | dom/sub undertones | 38k Louis Tomlinson finds himself at Vitality Fitness to try and turn his life around after having left his cheating boyfriend of four years. The gym’s owner, Liam, quickly becomes a good friend, but his right hand man is rude and dismissive from the get-go. Louis and Harry continue to clash all while Harry is trying to move his way up the ranks in Manchester’s amateur boxing circuit, but they can’t seem to stay away from each other.

Sound Like a Song

by allwaswell16 for HL Fic Fest (2017) | 14k In high school, Louis Tomlinson lit up Harry’s world like nobody else, even if Harry did most of his pining from the safety of his tightly knit circle of friends. Ten years later, Harry is ready to make some changes. He’s tired of having so many regrets and not taking charge of his life, and he still hasn’t forgotten how brightly Louis shines. He’s about to get a long awaited second chance. Or the one where Harry helps out at a farmer’s market and gives Louis free vegetables.

Take Me Back to Where We Started

by amory | exes to lovers | famous/non-famous | 27k Harry and Louis haven’t spoken since they broke up four years ago. As boarding school sweethearts they once spent every waking moment together, but now they can hardly stand to be in the same room. When their five year class reunion comes around, both boys decide against their better judgement to return and (hopefully) have a good time. The only problem is, they’re both still hopelessly in love. Starring Harry as the petty ex, Louis as the new James Bond, Niall as a boy genius and fake boyfriend extraordinaire, and Liam and Zayn as two friends just trying to make it out of this weekend alive.

Tightrope

by Anonymous for HL Mpreg Fic Exchange | mpreg | exes | friends to lovers | 33k Louis knows he and Harry are going to be together for the rest of their lives and one day they were going to get married and have three point five children, a dog, and two cats. But life hasn’t matched up perfectly yet and that time is not now. So they are both happy to be best friends and casually date other people until life decides they really should get their shit together. aka Louis gets pregnant from “one last time” sex and he and Harry somehow think they’ll be able co-parent without it being weird for anyone (most especially their new boyfriends).

Souls; Plural, Parallel

by Anonymous for HL Mpreg Fic Exchange | mpreg | soulmates | 19k Soulmates are rare, the sort of rare that means everyone has a story about a friend’s sister’s coworker or a brother’s roommate’s cousin. But the fact of the matter is that most people never meet theirs. It’s unfortunate then, that Louis finds out the hard way that he met his soulmate in a club, and the guy never texted him back.

Friend Request

by Anonymous for HL Summer Exchange 2017 | 11k This was written for Kassio as a pinch hit for the HL Summer Exchange, from the prompt: “ Louis is bored on Facebook and in the “People you may know” suggestions, he sees the name Harry Styles. The profile picture doesn’t show the person. He thinks it’s an old family friend who he misses – maybe a middle-aged or elderly former neighbor or babysitter who he was fond of as a child - and sends a friend request. Turns out it’s not old man Harry from their old neighborhood, it’s hot young Harry (who he’s never met before) who accepts his friend request…”

If the Surface Begs You Home

by Anonymous for HL Mpreg Fic Exchange | mpreg | mermaid!Harry | 17k Harry is a mermaid from the underwater kingdom of Mercadia who is a little too fascinated by life above the surface. He’s kicked out of his home after he winds up pregnant, and has to figure out how to make his way in the world. Louis is the darling of the small neighbouring seaside village who came home after university to take over their local library, and can’t seem to stay away from the mysterious pregnant mermaid his friends introduce him to.

Out of the blue corner

by fallingaway | boxing | slow burn 85k Louis is a boxer banned because of doping. Harry is a journalist following the story. * * * “It seemed like a normal morning, but he had a feeling it was the quiet before the storm. And by storm, he meant getting involved in Louis Tomlinson’s life.”

[drudragonrose]

A Wolfe Dinner

Forks and knives scrapped the fine china plates in total silence. The silence was deafening. Adira wanted to scream for several reasons. Why the hell did her father want her boyfriend here? Why did her grandmother insist on being here? And far be it for Fabiola to miss a train wreck in the making, especially when she could help. The only thing that could make it worse would be in her aunt Elizabeth would be her with her now seventeen-year-old daughter Lexi. There was a knock on the door and Adira wanted to sink into the floor and take Colton with her. Kayja answered the door then walked into the dining room followed by her sour-faced aunt and her equally disdainful daughter.

“Mrs. and Ms. Crumplebottom.” Kayja said with a bow then made her way back to the kitchen.

“Lexi!” Fabiola cried while getting up to greet her cousin.

“So this is him. Addy darling I didn’t think you were the type to get taken in by looks.” Elizabeth said taking her seat at the table. “Sorry, we’re late. The husband wanted to know exactly where I was going and at what time I’d be back.” She added now addressing her brother and mother who were both wearing a scandalized look.

Luna sighed “At least you both made it in time for dessert and tea.” She said with her famous gracious smile. Elizabeth was nearing forty years old but that smile still made her scared for her life like it did when she was little. Adira for her part was staring at what was left of her meal thinking you’re one to talk auntie. Everyone knew that she only agreed to marry Talon because he was at least handsome. A decision that Elizabeth was regretting more and more each day as she had no qualms about expressing on more than one occasion. Colton placed his hand on her thigh under the table and Adira turned to smile at him something that Fabiola was quick to notice.

“Gross, at least pretend to be a decent pureblood.” She said sneering while getting back in her seat. Fabiola waived her hand to pull out a chair for Lexi who took it gratefully.

“Yeah like, way to keep your good girl image girl. Broadcast to everyone you’re a muggle loving slut.” Lexi added matching Fabiola’s smirk.

“Alexandra Marie Crumplebottom, I thought we taught you more creative language than that,” Elizabeth said looking at her daughter with a mix of disappointment and exasperation on her face. Lexi just rolled her eyes.

Luna laughed into her hand. “Forgive her sweetheart it’s not like you didn’t utter your share of expletives when you were her age,” Luna said smiling at Lexi fondly. Adira had her hand over Colton’s who by that time had turned a shade of red. Please keep the focus on your favorite granddaughter. She preyed squeezing her boyfriend’s hand

“Though you’d never hear such language from Adira here. I do wish she would be as creative with language as she is with her music and her choices in a partner.” Luna said. Her eyes surveyed Colton for probably the millionth time that evening. As if looking for something that she had yet to find about him.

“You will forgive me but I don’t believe in making my point with excessive language,” Adira said, sounding meeker than had in her head. She cursed herself for speaking at all.

Elizabeth snorted. “Spoken like a true spineless twat. Probably why you chose mussels here. Dumb but able to protect you if you get into a tight spot, is that the idea? I mean, as far as I heard you’re in rudimentary Charms. So having physical strength by your side might be a help.” She giggled as if the very thought were ridiculous.

“I’m in supplementary lessons because of the advanced nature of the magic I’ve taken on. It’s different.” Adira corrected then winced. She shouldn’t have said anything. Normally she would have just let her family take their shots at her, using their biting words to fuel her all night writing benders but Elizabeth had taken a shot at two things that hit a nerve, her music, and Colton.

Colton felt her shaking and threaded his fingers through her’s. “While we’re at it. I’m in several of Adira’s advanced classes and even if I wasn’t Adira is free to choose whoever she wants to date.” He said staring daggers at the four women.

”Ew, it speaks,” Fabiola said pushing her plate of food forward. “And suddenly I’ve lost my appetite. APRICOT” She screeched making Lexi cover her ears. The plate of food vanished instantly, it’s place taken by a rather large sunday.

“Weren’t you on a diet?” Lexi asked looking at the thing.

“Does it look like I need to be on one?” Fabiola asked glaring at Lexi as if daring to keep her train of thought going. Lexi took the hint and looked down. I thought you had more fight in you than that Adira thought but then no one stood against Fabiola for long.

“Fabby darling, you’re beautiful as you are but it would do you well to slow down on the sugar. It will catch up to you.” Luna said kindly. Caught in between two of your prized grandchildren grandmama? Adira turned her head away so they wouldn’t see her smirk. “Addy, what is this I hear about you taking on one more day of ballet?” She asked turning the conversation back to Adira. Fuck

“Well a competition is coming up and Colton and I want to make sure that we’re in the best shape we can be in.” She said doing her best to smile.

Luna’s eyes went back to Colton. “Isn’t he too wide to be a dancer?” She said very bluntly for it being Grandma Luna. Lexi and Fabiola burst out laughing.

Why couldn’t they be twins and I be born to another family? “Colton is part of the orchestra and he will be playing the piece that I’m going to be dancing to,” Adira said simply.

“Oh, and what is that you play young man?” Luna asked. Fabiola and Lexi had been distracted with extra sweets that had been summoned to the table.

“Piano is my main instrument though I am a fair flute player,” Colton said modestly. Adira smiled then. Fair was putting it lightly. He was as brilliant at the flute as he was at the piano though she could never get him to admit it.

“Fair. And you’re happy with fair?” Luna asked. Grandma please no. Adira begged in her mind. She had been weighed by this kind of questioning before and didn’t want Colton to be subjected to it too. Luna was crushing when she hit her stride.

“Of course he’s happy with fair. He is a muggle after all and all his kind can ever be is fair.” Elizabeth said smiling at the both of them.

“You were always hard to please Lizzy.” Nikolai said airily. He was looking over messages on his phone.

“And you are as distracted as ever dear little brother.” Elizabeth shot back. Nikolai put his phone down and coughed embarrassedly. You’d think you’d pay more attention after killing mom that way. Adira thought.

“He’s not a muggle!” Adira finally snapped. “One of his fathers is a vampire!” She added hoping to get them to lay off him a bit. She could take their scrutiny but Colton had done nothing to deserve it.

Fabiola made a show of choking on her spoon. “So you’re saying that your boyfriend is not only the son of two worthless males but he’s also a powerless Dampher? My gods dad just disown her already.” She hissed. Fabiola for her part didn’t give a damn what he was he was still a male and by their very nature were worthless to her.

“Says the one who’s trying to get in the skirt of a berry with no magical heritage at all.” Adira countered. Fabiola gasped and all eyes turned on her now. “Run.” She whispered to Colton.

“I’m not leaving you here alone.” He whispered back but then his text alert noise sounded. His fathers were calling all the brothers home and he had to go too. “Sorry.” He said taking his leave of the table.

“You leave Amanda out of this muggle lover.” Fabiola hissed when Colton had left.

“Then you leave Colton out of your insults,” Adira said. Reckless, she was being reckless. She would have to be very careful of where she went over the next following days but it felt good to speak up for once.

“Now Addy if Fabiola has a crush on this young woman then there has to be something special about her,” Luna said calmly.

“Well yes. She has naturally turquoise hair.” Adira said crossing her arms.

“There is more to her than that!” Fabiola said slamming her hands down on the table.

“Yeah then name it!” Adira yelled back.

“Addy darling calm down,” Elizabeth said reaching for her angry niece.

”Don’t touch me!” Adira said backing away from her. “You were helping try and get rid of Colton. Don’t any of you try and deny that’s what this dinner was about.” Adira said now in tears.

“We are just trying to protect you, darling. Things rarely go well with those not of our own kind.” Luna said.

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that. Or don’t you think that you’ve taught me how to judge character?” She asked looking at her grandmother now. Luna sputtered. “And you, so much of a coward to confront Colton yourself so you have your sister and mine dig into him!” She shouted at her father.

Nikolai held his hands up. “I honestly was just trying to meet the boy-”

“Don’t you dare lie to me dad. I hate you all!” Adira yelled and stormed off to her room. Luna looked at Nikolai who just shrugged. Luna walked off to the living room for her evening tea muttering about the weakness of parents nowadays.

Adira stopped crying eventually but she knew that Colton would never talk to her again after this. Just then she heard a tapping at the window. She thanked Tamarind for installing the flower vines next to her window when she saw who was there. “I thought you’d never want to see me again.”

“Why on earth would I do that?” He asked taking her into his arms for a hug.

“Everyone was horrible to you and they’re my family so…” Adira trailed off thinking about the people she was forced to call her blood.

“Hey, hey I fell in love with you, not them. We’ll go so far away you won’t have to talk to them again.” He said running his fingers through her hair as she buried her face in her chest.

“What about your family?” She asked. She loved the Shmitts and it would break her heart if Colton had to lose communication with them because of her.

“They’ll know where we are and can visit anytime. I’ll make it make things better for you I promise.” Colton said holding on to her. They had talked about life together before though Adira had never taken it as seriously as she did now.

“Everyone’s gone home and dad’s got called into the office to deal with a “crisis”,” Adira said smiling up at him mischievously. Colton leaned down and kiss her a little more roughly than he’d meant to but Adira didn’t mind at all.

(Present for @cawthorntales)

[lottestudiesphysics]

Tag game

The lovely @solarestudies​ tagged me to do this, go check out their blog its pretty fabby!

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I’m tagging: @el-ciborg, @theclumsychemist, @adriana-studies, @maeve--studies plus anyone else who fancies doing this tag 😊 

[thelarryficrecplace]

Hello!! Do you have any realistic canon fics to rec me? Thanks! Love your blog, hope you have a lovely day! 😚

Hey love! Make sure to check the canon compliant tag (x)! Here’s some more:

A Million Stars by offwiththeirheads:

Summary: Louis watches Harry perform at the Tower Theater, and the events of the night unfold in an unexpected manner.

Word count: 2,252

Drifting, Weightless by dinosaursmate:

Summary: “We’ve been asked to do a gig,” Niall said slowly. “Harry and Liam are completely up for it, I am too.”

“Alright. What’s the catch?” Louis asked with suspicion.

“It’s, um…” Niall cleared his throat. “So, Juliana was contacted by this themed cruise company, and they want us to do a four-day One Direction cruise.”

The words hung in the air as Louis’ right eyebrow slowly crept up and he fixed Niall with a stare.

“Absolutely not.” Louis rolled his eyes. “You’re essentially asking me to go on a working holiday with my ex. Stranded on a boat in the ocean for four days.”

“Cruise ships are huge! You don’t have to see him in your down time.”Harry and Louis are exes with benefits until they’re not, and the Mediterranean Sea might just be the perfect place to work through some unresolved issues.

Word count: 41,193

But Maybe I’m Just In Love by cuppalouie:

Summary: After being apart for a few weeks, Louis and Harry spend some time together reconnecting.

Word count: 2,064

Black Flowers Blossom, Fearless on My Breath by cupcakentea:

Summary: Harry is lying on the bed, hair spilling on the wine sheets, pink mouth agape, his half-closed eyes a window to the fever that’s consuming him. His arms lay by his sides, one hand clutching the duvet, fingers visibly shaking from where Louis stands, the other palm up, opened, like he’s holding an infinite of invisible worlds. His black blouse has ridden up, the black lace contrasting with the milky skin underneath, dotted here and there with beauty spots and freckles, soft against the bold lines of the tattoos jutting out of his trousers. His chest is heaving, expiring arousal in the room.He’s the debauched twin of Millais’ Ophelia.

Louis and Harry shotgun in public, a very private moment ensues

Word count: 4,366

Play Hard (Play Dirty) by neozeka:

Summary: Maybe something involving them (them being whoever you want to include) being on a really dumb game show of sorts where they have to do stupid challenges. Ensue shenanigans and lots of bickering. Maybe canon.AKA five times where Harry complains about something and the one time he’s got nothing to complain about

Word count: 1,778

For Your Eyes Only by BriaMaria:

Summary: Harry and Louis had never broken the two-week rule before. When they did, we got If I Could Fly and Home.

Word count: 3,015

Sweetest Creature by yourenotfree:

Summary: The door swings open before Harry has a chance to do it himself, and a blur of warm flesh and strikingly blue eyes catapults itself into Harry’s waiting arms.

Or, Louis is Harry’s sweetest creature (duh).

Word count: 2,823

Save Tonight by larrymylove:

Summary: Some days it’s softness and sweetness, spending the day tangled up in one another, never wanting to let go; other times it’s fighting, clipped words, tension hanging like a fog. Louis’ finally home from a trip to LA and all Harry wants to do is be with his boy, tangled up in that world of softness and sweetness; this isn’t one of those days.

Word count: 3,135

Given a Chance by Fabby:

Summary: Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

(or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

Word count: 173,511

Gotta be You by babycakes91:

Summary: It’s just…Harry is so fit. And Louis has never really thought of himself as fully gay, but he really feels the urge to kiss Harry’s beautiful plump red lips right this second.Or, Louis finally realizes he’s in love with his best friend.

Word count: 3,048