#Neighbour!Larry

[chronicbeans]

Wait a Second...

They're the same. Both tired men who are probably depressed. I was wondering why I felt deja vu when I saw Francis.

[jimiscribif]

I'm so normal about them

[dreamings-free]

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[setsailtomorrow]

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[stylinsuns]

Hi do you have a carrd or carrd link I could look at?

[salfishersface]

How You Met

Synopsis - How you meet Sal, Larry & Travis.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 1.2k.

{Caffeinate Me}

SAL FISHER was new to Nockfell High, and to say he was nervous was definitely an understatement. He had met Larry Johnson at his apartment prior to his first day at the new school, so at least he had some form of moral support. Sal and Larry walked up to the gates of Nockfell High, waiting for the sea of students walking through the entrance to calm down before making their own way inside. “You need to claim a locker dude,” Larry said to Sal as they walked through the halls. “There’s an empty locker next to mine. 

“That’s convenient,” Sal said with a smile. 

Meanwhile, you walked through the halls, making your way to Larry’s locker. You knew your best friend well, and knew that he would be lazing around his locker in an attempt to avoid going to class. When you came into view of Larry’s locker, you noticed him standing next to another boy with blue hair, fumbling with the neighbouring locker. You skipped up to your best friend. “Hey,” you said, startling them both. 

“Y/N!” Larry jumped, turning around to face you. “You scared the shit out of me.” 

“I’m not that scary am I?” You joked, trying to stifle a laugh. 

Larry looked towards Sal and pulled a face before introducing the two of you. “Sall Face, this is my best friend, Y/N L/N. Y/N L/N, this is my new friend, Sally Face.” 

“Sally Face?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “Is it because of the prosthetic?” 

“Yes!” Sal said, almost a bit too excitedly. He had never had someone call it a prosthetic before, usually people always mistook his prosthetic for a regular mask. Sal couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat as his eyes met yours, they were the most beautiful colour that really brought out your complexion. A smile tugged the corner of his lips underneath the prosthetic. 

“Can I just call you Sal?” You asked. 

Sal nodded, thanking whatever Gods were out there that his prosthetic hid his reddening cheeks. “Y-Yeah,” he stuttered. 

“Look at you two, getting along!” Larry grinned, pulling both of you into his arms. “Best friends, am I right or am I right?” 

“Right,” you smiled, nodding at Sal. “I better get to class. Don’t let him be late for class Sal, he likes to skip sometimes.” 

Sal nodded at you, watching as you waved at the two boys before walking away. “She’s great,” Larry said to Sal. “I’m sure you’ll get along just fine.” 

“I hope so,” Sal mumbled to himself before stuffing his books into his locker and making his way to his first class. 

LARRY JOHNSON had been making his way to the lobby of Addison Apartments to see if there was any mail for him or his mother. You were new to the building and was also looking to see if you and your family had mail. Larry eyed you up as you took the letters from the mailbox and flicked through them. “Hi,” he said to gain your attention. “I’m Larry.” 

“Hello,” you said, looking away from the post and to the man in front of you. “I’m Y/N.”

Larry stuck his hand out for you to shake, and you did so with a firm grip. He smiled as you shook his hand. “You’re new to the building right?” He asked, waiting for your response. 

“Yeah. Just moved in a few days ago with my parents,” you replied, returning your hand to your side. 

“How are you finding it?” Larry asked, leaning against the wall, seemingly as cool as a cucumber. 

“It’s nice,” you nod. “The apartment could be tidier, but other than that everything seems good.”

Larry chuckled. “Well you’ve just moved in. It’s bound to be a little bit messy.” 

“Tell me about it, I can’t wait for it to start feeling like home though,” you say with a shy smile. 

“It’ll feel like home before you know it,” Larry reassured you. He paused for a moment, thinking of what to say next as he looked you up and down. “Say, do you and your family wanna come round for dinner sometime?” He asked. Your eyes widened at his sudden question but you found yourself nodding, that shy smile still plastered on your lips. “Great!” Larry clapped his hands together. “I’m sure my mother would love to get to know your family.” 

“I’m sure my family would love to get to know your mother also,” you said. “Moving hasn’t been easy on them.”

“Bet,” Larry replied with a nod. Within a second, he pulled his phone out of his jean pocket and shoved it towards you. “Add your number and we’ll get to know each other more.”

Shakily, you took his phone from him and put your number into his contacts. “Here you go,” you smiled, handing him back his phone. 

“Thanks!” He grinned, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “I’ll get in touch with you soon. Until next time, newbie,” Larry said before turning to walk towards the elevator. His heart was beating like crazy and when he got into the elevator and the doors closed, his knees buckled underneath him from the nerves. He would definitely be texting you later.

TRAVIS PHELPS went to church every week with his father. Today was no different. He went to mass as usual. But then he saw you. You weren’t paying attention to the service and Travis took notice of that before turning his own attention back to his father. After mass, whilst his father socialised with the other church-goers, Travis actively sought you out. When he found you, you were standing in the corner waiting for your family whilst actively chewing on the skin around your nails. He walked over to you quickly, stopping mere centimetres away from you. “You weren’t listening to service,” he said, rather directly. 

“No, no I wasn’t,” you said with a shrug. “Who wants to know?” 

Travis sucked in a breath. “Travis Phelps wants to know,” his eyebrows furrowed as he spoke. 

“Minister Phelps’ son?” You asked, wide eyes. 

Travis nodded proudly, puffing his chest up. “Yes.” 

“Well, Minister Phelps’ son,” you said, taking a step towards him. “I don’t give a shit.”

Travis took a step back from you, a mixture of pure disgust and bewilderment on his face. “How dare you!” He said loudly. “I could get you kicked out of this church right now for such disgusting language.”

“Do it then, I don’t care,” you replied, sticking your tongue out teasingly. 

Travis was shell shocked by your uncaring nature towards the church. “On second thoughts,” he said, stroking his chin. “I don’t think I’ll say anything. It seems like coming to church is enough of a punishment for someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“What’s your name?” He asked suddenly. 

“Y/N,” you said swiftly. 

“Well Y/N,” Travis started. “Enjoy tomorrow’s sermon. I’m sure you’ll truly appreciate it.” He said before walking off proudly to his father. Whatever he meant by that, you were sure you wouldn’t appreciate tomorrow’s sermon, and if anything you were dreading church even more now.

[bbcghostsupdates]

Themthere duo written project announcement!!

You read that right we have a duo project on our hands and it will be called Bad Tidings!

This project is written by Larry Rickard and Martha Howe Douglas

This is a Christmas Comedy Special for Sky about two feuding neighbours in Stockport who become unlikely heroes!

Chris Mccausland and Lee Mack will star in it along with Rebekah Staton, Sarah Alexander, Ben Crompton, Emily Coates, Josiah Eloi, Millie Kiss, Tupele Dorgu, Sunil Patel, Susan Kyd and Donna Preston.

It starts production this month and will air this Christmas date TBC

I’ll update you all on anything else we hear about this project. We’re unbelievably proud of Larry and Martha we cannot wait to hear more and see it later this year 🤍

[rebouks]

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Robin: [lowly] Aren’t you gonna say anything? Oscar: I haven’t decided what to say yet, pal-.. so, you better get your story straight. [Robin sighed, trudging after his father; he doubted “Levi’s a jerk n’ had it coming” was gonna cut it] Larry: Holy shit-.. tat man?! Oscar: Hey, uhm… Larry: Larry! We used t’be neighbours-.. dude, we were gutted when you moved out. Oscar: Oh, I’m sure you were. Larry: I totally didn’t reckon you were gonna make it last time I saw you-.. like I thought you were gonna be the first dead body I ever laid eyes on y’know, makin’ pals with that bathroom floor n’ all. [Oscar scoffed lightly, attempting to rid himself of Larry as quickly as possible. He couldn’t quite remember what his old neighbour was talking about, but he could guess-.. and it definitely wasn’t a conversation fit for a child’s ears] Larry: I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t remember, dude! You were pretty-… Oscar: Well, it was nice seeing you! Larry: Aye-.. hey, you still in the game by any chance..? Oscar: Bye, Larry. … Robin: Why did he say that? Oscar: Ohh, we used to play games together now n’ the-… Robin: No, the dead body thing. Oscar: I don’t know what he’s talking about, ignore him. He’s a complete moron. [Oscar silently cursed Larry as he hurried Robin along, what an idiot, bringing that up in front of a bunch of kids] Robin: Did you die?! Oscar: What, no! Robin: But it look-.. it sounded like-.. he said you d-died! Oscar: No, he didn’t! Do I look dead to you? [Oscar sighed as Robin stammered something incoherent and jammed a frayed sleeve into his teary eyes-.. stupid fucking Larry and his big stupid mouth] Oscar: Robin, buddy-.. look, I’m fine! [Oscar tugged Robin closer and squeezed his arm with reassurance, murmuring softly] Oscar: Look, it-.. it was just a tiny accident when I was younger, okay? He’s being overly dramatic about it. I wouldn’t be here if I’d actually died, would I? Hell, neither would you! He’s talking nonsense, honey. Robin: B-but… [Robin choked back a sob as he threw himself at Oscar, catching himself before exclaiming that he’d literally just seen his father’s lifeless body right in front of him-.. well, Larry had] Oscar: I think today’s been a bit too much, hasn’t it? [Robin nodded somberly against Oscar’s shoulder, glad to be given a free excuse for his ridiculous outburst] Oscar: C’mon, let’s get outta here. … [Levi stared over his shoulder as his father practically dragged him toward the car. He’d be lucky to see the light of day for the next month at least and Robin got a hug-.. how the hell was that fair?!] Keith: Do you think I’ve got nothing better to do?! Get in the damn car!

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＊ Ocean Wave Blues by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt [M, 49k, Louis/Harry]

After the gruesome death of his Alpha, Harry takes over as the Captain of the Rose Arrow. Trying his best to uphold her reputation as being the most dreadful pirate ship to sail the Seven Seas.

With the help of his alpha-quartermaster Niall, he manages to keep his secondary gender hidden from everyone except his most trusted crew, as he operates under his late Alpha’s name. Captain Payne.

Everything changes when his ship is taken hostage by Pirate Captain Louis.

To keep his crew, and himself, alive, Harry must play the part of dutiful Omega who’s waiting for his Alpha’s return.

＊ You Put the Boom Boom Into My Heart by @kingsofeverything [T, 5k, Harry/Louis]

Harry's been trying all summer to come up with a way to show Louis how much he means to him before he leaves for college.

Or five times Harry fails to win Wham! tickets and one time he succeeds.

＊ Into the Woods by @kingsofeverything [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Whenever he hikes, Harry keeps an eye out for trees with knots and scars that resemble buttholes. What started as fodder for his silly little Instagram account has become his favorite way to masturbate.

＊ A Book in the Ruins by magpielivingforglitter / @builtyouahousefromabrokenhome [M, 10k, Harry/Louis]

Harry randomly meets Louis, they eat food and read poetry, and it’s the zombie apocalypse.

＊ now i'm tracin' all my steps to you by @alwaysxlarrie [T, 5k, Louis/Harry]

Of all the things Harry was prepared for this summer, Louis Tomlinson and his wonderful, wonderful scent isn't one of them. It probably shouldn't be as shocking as it is that it makes Harry want to nest. There's only one slight problem -- Harry and nesting aren't exactly on familiar terms. At all.

This does not stop Harry from borrowing ("borrowing") Louis' things all throughout summer, though. Oops?

＊ just a couple of my cravings by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf [G, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Summer's just around the corner and Louis' battling his addictions... Cigarettes and Harry Styles.

＊ better latte than never by @disgruntledkittenface [M, 1k, Zayn/Harry]

Harry was looking forward to the coffee cart at work. Until the subject of the previous night's fantasies lined up next to him.

＊ I Like to Watch by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 9k, Louis/Harry, Louis/Zayn]

If there’s one thing Harry loves, it’s watching his husband Louis get fucked by other men. After picking up a lad called Zayn who is baffled by this concept, the three men are in for a wild night.

＊ Hope by @hellolovers13 [T, 2k, no pairing, Louis, Harry]

A father's desperate journey against time.

＊ On Love's Doorstep by @hellolovers13 [T, 1k, Harry/Louis]

Harry Styles: a day in the life

☑ Stuck in a dress ☑ Abandoned by his best friend ☑ Date with hot neighbour

All in all, not the worst day ever

＊ the very last drops of an ink pen by staybeautiful / @harruandlou [E, 47k, Louis/Harry]

The spoon made a hissing sound on the rim of his cup before he put it on his napkin. Sharp eyes met Harry’s over the table and Louis said, “So, we have a lot to talk about then.”

“How do you mean?” Harry blew on the foam at the top of his latte and let the heat of it warm his hands. Anxious energy curled down his arms as he waited for Louis to speak.

“Well, what are we doing about the business?” Louis picked up his mug and with his mouth against the lip of it, added, “Or are you going to leave that too?”

Against his will, his cheeks flushed in annoyance and Harry snapped, “Of course I fucking won’t.”

Or just after midnight on Harry's 30th birthday, he realizes he can't do another year without change. So, he forces it. Breaking up with Louis might have hurt less if they weren't co-owners of Studio 28, living within walking distance of each other, and if he wasn't the thing Harry was most afraid of losing. Secluding themselves on their shared estate in an attempt to save their working relationship may shed a light on where everything else started going wrong. And perhaps give them a chance to fix it.

＊ don't be afraid to love (and love again) by localopa / @voulezloux [E, 83k, Louis/Harry]

All Louis’ life, he’s known he’s been different. There’s always been something at odds about how he felt.

As the eldest daughter of seven kids, he knew something was wrong with his body. Something was off, he just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. His mum dressed him in dresses and tights, plaits in his hair as he wandered around with the local neighborhood boys. They called him a girl, called him she and Rosemary when his name is Louis. He had told the boys as such, but they would tell him Louis is a boy’s name, not a girl’s.

Louis is a boy. He knows he is.

or the one where louis is trans and afraid, harry is cis and brave, and being 100% yourself is easier said than done.

＊ Pacify Her by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Harry's anxiety is acting up. Louis has the only thing that will soothe her.

OR Louis' pussy is the ultimate pacifier.

＊ this brokenness inside me might start healing by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [T, 29k, Louis/Harry]

Louis grew up in a tiny town, where everyone knew everyone -- or at least, they think they do. Then he left, and became a successful singer-songwriter, a star that everyone in the country knows -- or at least, they think they do.

But when Louis returns home for the birth of his first nibling, he meets a librarian who doesn't know him at all. And that's all Louis could ask for.

“I remember when you were a teenager," Miss Susan says, "telling me all the things you wanted to accomplish, the places you wanted to go. And I’ve seen a lot of kids, with a lot of big dreams – but you were different. You had this… quiet energy, this determined certainty. When you told me all you were going to do, I believed you.” She smiles, spreading her arms. “And now here you are.”

Here he is indeed, Louis thinks bitterly. Back where he started. His dreams on pause, his future uncertain. His whole identity built out of secrets and half-truths, while everyone thinks they know exactly who he is.

He left to find himself, he came home to find himself, and yet – here he is, feeling more lost than ever before.

＊ Rewriting the Melody by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [T, 26k, Harry/Louis]

Louis doesn’t get put in One Direction. This time, the path to true love takes the long way round, including singing in toilet cubicles, fruit baskets, and long distance band counselling from someone who really doesn’t know what he’s doing, he just wants to keep talking to Harry.

＊ warmth within your arms by @hsburnr [M, 1k, Louis/Harry]

when it's get too much to bear and nothing makes sense, harry seeks comfort from louis.

one shot, hurt/comfort au.

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＊ [podfic] Season 3, Episode 4: Timeless [a fic by babyhoneyhslt] by podfic_pals / @podfic-pals [G, Louis/Harry]

After visiting an antiques shop, Harry gets transported through time, and discovers that he and Louis are Timeless.

Based on Taylor Swift's Timeless.

[leggerefiore]

Imagine s/o being gone for a few days on a small staycation because they were bored at home while their dear husband is working so much and they needed to destress, but there was an error in communication and husband is convinced s/o finally had enough and left them for good. For any character as you see fit, whether they hunt them down and beg for them to come home or spiral into despair in their absence leaving quite the scene for s/o when they return... Or something else

Just packing your things, leaving a text or note before going out of the region, and being confused when your husband is spamming your phone or going wherever you are to beg for your return. The spiralling is a sad thought.

also: oops all finding s/o

cw: A little angsty, Colress is being a bit creepy but, well,

characters: Lysandre, Larry, Colress

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ He was always busy. Naturally, a man driven by his passions for many things and the owner of a company was busy. You never felt unloved, no. Not once. Lysandre would call you whenever he found the time between his endless work. It was a bit boring, though, being alone in person for such long periods of time. You felt especially bored with being in Kalos. There were only so many things you could bring yourself to do in Lumiose before you felt like you would start blurring things together.

☕️ Which is why you felt yourself looking at Paldea with deep intrigue. A mysterious giant crater with a dark history caught your imagination much more than seeing the Sundial in Anistar once again. A quick voice mail left to Lysandre's holocaster declaring your intentions of going to Paldea was left as you quickly began to make calls to airports about how much to fly into Levincia from Lumiose. A flight was booked, and you were gone from Kalos come evening and into the neighbouring region.

☕️ The issue arose when Lysandre finally found himself back at the Lumiose flat he shared with you. The lateness of the day left a certain ethereal quality as he gazed around the completely darkened room. Flipping on the light, he ran a hand through his hair. All he wanted to do was fall into bed and spend the rest of the night embracing you close to him. He crept into your shared bedroom to change out from his suit into sleepwear. The silken sheets caressed his exposed skin, and he crawled into bed. His arm spread across the expanse, searching for you.

☕️ Lysandre shot up from the bed in terror. Rushing over to the light switch, he flicked it on to reveal an empty bed. Where were you? His holocaster was brought out instantly. A voice mail from you instantly had his attention. He stared at your visage as you told him that you were leaving for Paldea. A final goodbye came as you told him you were leaving the same day it was sent. He tried to call you back, but you were out of the service range for it. He moved to your phone number, but it only rang. His eyes closed. You had left.

☕️ Had you grown tired of his lack of presence? Did you find yourself opposing his ideals? Had you been threatened? Many, many explanations crossed his mind, yet none left him satisfied. At once, he needed to confirm your safety and learn just why you had disappeared from the safety of the flat. He was making arrangements within five minutes of finding out, confirming exactly where you had gone. By the morning, he, too, would join you in Paldea.

☕️ Your trip to Paldea saw you in a lovely hotel in the energetic city. You basically passed out the instant you hit the sheets, unaware of your ringing phone and anything else that was happening. Well, until the sunlight burst through the curtains of your hotel room's window. And the unending, loud pounding of a fist on your door. You were pulled from sleep's tender embrace to go to the door. What was it? You opened it carefully. On the other side stood a familiar giant man with a concerned expression. You nearly jumped back.

☕️ “Ah, my dear,” relief swelled in his voice as he easily entered the room. The door clicked close behind him. His arms came around you tightly as he embraced you and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I was so worried… Why did you come here?” You were still in a shock about him being there. He sighed and cupped your cheek while using one arm to keep you close to him.

☕️ “… I wanted a vacation...” you managed to finally get out. Lysandre closed his eyes and hummed. Then, you were lifted up and brought back to your bed. Your body was pressed tightly against his own as he rested his rest over yours. His heartbeat danced across your ears as you laid near his nape.

☕️ “Please include that in your message next time,” he sighed, finally at ease with you right next to him. How many thoughts of you held hostage by people who would want to hurt him? Another kiss was pressed to the top of your head. “… Though, I would rather you not go alone,” Lysandre's tone was gentle, “For now, let us sleep a bit more…” You let out a yawn and nodded.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 The exceptional everyman, Larry; your husband, wad busy. All the time. It was not really his fault, though. Being a triple office worker- Gym Leader- Elite Four member was a consuming job. And Geeta happened to be a fan of dumping work on him whenever she could. There were times you felt a bit ignored, certainly. Maybe even most of the time, arguably, but it was obvious how much he loved you. Larry would enjoy your presence at the Treasure Eatery on his lunch breaks, or come home as early as he possibly could to just unwind quietly with you. The issue arose in the in-between time. You were bored. Really bored. Medali was not exactly an exciting place in Paldea.

🍙 You soon found yourself looking at trips to a hot spring getaway in Hoenn. The season was seemingly relatively cheap, so you found yourself quickly making arrangements and able to depart that very same evening with lodgings already booked and ready. It was all quite fortunate. You wrote a quick letter telling him you were off to Hoenn and he would not be able to reach you. A sign off a goodbye with a heart saw you out the door in a rush to make it to Levincia to make your flight on time.

🍙 Larry stumbled in quite later than usual, exhausted from everything, as he always was. The door opened to a dark apartment as he sighed. You bad already gone to bed. He manoeuvred around the darkened home with ease and found himself changing out of his suit in the bathroom. There was an odd feeling that lingered as he got into bed. He rolled over toward your side and fell into where you usually slept. Getting up, he flicked on the light and gasped. Empty.

🍙 Panic surged through his veins as he rushed into the living room. Maybe you had passed out on the couch. He turned on the light, I'm there to reveal no trace of you. The closet door was open in the bedroom, and gone was your luggage. Your wallet and bag were missing as well. Larry sat down on the couch as he stared blankly at the coffee table. Had… Had you left him? He was aware that he was quite absent. He did not blame you if you had. His hands buried themselves in his hair. A sharp breath left him.

🍙 Tears burned his eyes as he headed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water when a piece of paper caught his attention. It was taped to the refrigerator. Picking it up, he read it closely. His shoulders slumped as the note informed him of your intentions. A vacation. He felt envious, but that was beat out by the relief that swelled in his chest. The paper was placed down as he pondered possibilities. A vacation request would almost certainly be turned down.

🍙 Geeta, amazingly, actually approved it. Curious as to why he would suddenly want off, he lied and spoke about wishing to experience the different battling styles offered in Hoenn. It was that same day he set off to the first off region to try to find you there. It felt strange being in the tropical place as he headed to the inn you had booked to stay at. He found himself in amazement at the nearby volcano was he entered the small village.

🍙 You, randomly leaving a shop, stood stunned when you spotted your husband just doing his usual standing and staring in contemplation at a cliff face. For a moment, you pondered if it was some other middle-aged businessman, but a loud caw of a certain bird alerted you to it being him. Staraptor landed on your shoulder and brought Larry's attention to you. He rushed over and gazed at you in mild amazement. “Dear…” He mumbled out.

🍙 “H-how are you here?” You questioned, completely stunned by how he had even ended up here. A quick explanation of him seeing your letter and deciding to take time off to come join you. You smiled brightly at hearing that and dragged him off to the inn you were staying at, so he could drop off his bags. In the privacy of your room, his arms came around you from behind as he buried his face into your nape.

🍙 “You're so cute,” he grumbled out as his embrace tightened around your waist, “You're always so cute…” You felt the air nearly knocked out of you by his sudden affectionate nature. Turning around to face him, you saw his tired eyes looking at you with a tender expression. You nearly wanted to scream. “Let's enjoy this holiday,” he nuzzled his face back into your nape again. You nodded and brought your arms around him. It seemed your personal vacation had become a romantic one.

🥼Colress🛸

🧪 Having a wandering scientist as a boyfriend could get a bit lonely. Was he busy? Well, technically, yes. He usually was not bound by any employment (and when he was you usually had to question the ethics and morals of said company), but he absolutely threw himself entirely into his research. Whenever you decided to join him, it could be exciting travelling to far off lands and seeing previously unknown to you pokemon. When you did not, however, it was boring. And lonely. Colress did make contact relatively often, checking in on you and just updating you on whatever was going on where he was, but there was only so much one could do in Unova before they needed to get away from it all.

🧪 Your attention drifted to the historical intrigue of Galar. The phenomena of Dynamax sounded exciting, and the general culture of the island fascinating enough to draw you over to it. You soon found yourself researching into restrictions and flights as you sent out a message to Colress telling him you were leaving for Galar soon. The next morning saw you off from Unova and gone to a new land for exploration.

🧪 It should have been fine, except for your message not sending due to Colress's signal being bad in the rural area of Alola he had been in. He had come back to Unova the very same day you left, in order to surprise you with a visit and get back to his main lab for a while. He entered your tucked away abode to complete and utter surprise. You were not there. He shrugged it off at first, assuming you likely had gone out for the day or something similar, and headed into his lab to upload his collected data to his backup system.

🧪 By the time the evening had come, he grew a bit concerned. Team Plasma was still an issue, even with the fact he, himself, had mostly dismantled the team. He checked his texts and emails for anything from you but saw nothing. His breath hitched in his throat. He headed to the bedroom to see your stuff in a mess and a missing suitcase from the closet. His eyes went wide. Immediately, thoughts of someone taking you entered his mind. Colress did have a few enemies that would wish him harm.

🧪 He brought out his tablet and quickly clicked through a few screens and logins before seeing a dot representing your location on his screen. Yes, the scientist had stuck a tracking device to you. He simply liked having the information for a variety of reasons. Colress was confused by one, large, glaring thing. Why were you in Galar? Wyndon, specifically, it seemed. He pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes. Many scenarios ranging from a simple getaway to you being taken there against your will somehow raced through his head. He opted against contacting you, afraid it would put you in danger should the situation be bad.

🧪 He quickly gathered his travelling bags again as he prepared to head to the distant region. It seemed his hope for a moment of peace at home with you would have to be delayed until he confirmed your safety. Plus, he supposed Galar was another place he planned to visit for his research. Might as well see what data he could pick up there, too. He kept a close eye on your location on his tablet as he headed towards you once he landed in the region.

🧪 You did not expect to turn a corner in the large city and see Colress standing there. He walked over to you casually, as if it was perfectly normal. His smile was polite as his gloves hand came to rest on your shoulder, pulling you close to him. You leaned into the hug. “Hello, darling,” his voice was quiet as he whispered the second part of his greeting, “Are you here of your own volition?” You burst out laughing.

🧪 It startled Colress as you moved to look at him with a big grin. “Did you not get my message?” you asked him, and he shook his head, “Really? How did you find me then?” His eyes went even wider. Should he tell you that? He opted against that for now. It was for your safety, after all. You both headed to where you were staying after that, tired of having an awkward reunion in the middle of the city's busy streets.

🧪 Inside, Colress shed his lab coat and sat down on the room's coat, deftly typing in something on his tablet. He closed it soon after and turned his attention to you. “So you came here to see the Dynamax phenomenon, you said?” he inquired, and you nodded. His smile grew brighter as he pulled you down into his lap. “Perfect. That's exactly why I planned to come here, too. Let's enjoy this fascinating region together.” You sighed as he buried his face into your nape from behind. Would be more of a research trip or a romantic getaway? Soon you would find out.

[thlayli-ra]

Stray (part 1)

Characters - CM Punk, Larry, Drew McIntyre

Pairing - CM Punk/Drew McIntyre

AU - Stray AU

Rating - Mature

Warnings - Suggestion of past captivity and physical abuse

Words - ~1,900 words

Summary - While out walking Larry, Punk finds a stray...

Everybody was looking at him like he was crazy. And maybe he was!

The storm was really kicking in now. One of those that had an actual name, what was it this time? Mickey or Mikey? Or was it just Michael, he couldn't remember. It's was a dude's name, he knew that much. He'd once heard that, generally speaking, the 'boy' storms were never as bad as the 'girl' storms so when Larry started pawing at the door and his taste buds started craving something sweet, he didn't think anything of shoving on his shoes and heading out for a walk.

Both Punk and his beloved dog were utterly drenched from head-to-foot. Punk's shoes squelched with every step while Larry was dodging puddles much larger than his diminutive frame. Incredulous looks were shot at them from all angles; from inside cafes and shops which glowed with warm, golden light, from cars and buses through windows streaked with dripping water and fogged with the condensation of tightly packed bodies.

Punk knew what they were all thinking - it wasn't his welfare they were concerned about. Fortunately anybody brave enough to give him a lecture over taking his little dog out for a walk in this weather was barricaded indoors. Not that they would ever get close enough anyway. Just like his owner, Larry was an asshole and extremely protective of the man who had rescued him from the kill-list at the shelter. He'd been a stray once and had miraculously survived a winter on the streets of Chicago so a little hard rain barely phased him especially when he knew there was going to be a warm home with a warm lap to snuggle onto at the end of it. Maybe even a little nibble of a yummy pastry!

A sharp gust of wind threw Punk's hood back, stabbing him in the face with ice cold needles. Ok, so maybe it was getting a little fiercer now. Good thing, they were nearly home. However, Larry had stopped and was furiously sniffing around the entrance to one of their neighbours' back alleys. Punk waited patiently for the little dog to move on when a great flash lit up the entire black sky above them.

'Shhhhhit!' Punk cursed under his breath. He didn't mind a little thunder and lightning but he didn't want to put Larry at risk. 'Come on, little guy, let's get going.'

Larry refused to move. Standing rigid on all fours, he stared down into the blackness of the alley and gave a nervous growl.

'You smell a cat or something?' Punk asked, trying to probe through the dark. 'Leave it alone, come on.'

He tugged on the leash but Larry remained. Shuffling from paw to paw, giving little barks of alarm.

'Larry, come on! I said leave it!'

A tremendous boom clattered above them. Larry's large ears went flat against his head and yet he still refused to move. Something was really troubling him. Punk narrowed his eyes, looking down the alleyway.

'Ok, show me.' He loosened the leash and Larry scuttled away down the tight alley, following an invisible path on the ground with his nose. For a brief moment he disappeared from sight around the corner and Punk had to run to catch up with him, sprinting round the bend just as another blinding flash shredded through the sky.

'FUCK!'

He spotted the strange creature and skidded to a halt. At first, he thought it was another dog, large with shaggy black fur, crouched up tight against the wall. But as his eyes adjusted, he found to his horror that it was not an animal at all.

It was a man!

A man wearing a muzzle!

Punk stood rooted to the spot, fear pounding in his chest as he tried to make sense of the terrifying sight before him.

It was Larry that broke him from his stupor, the little dog barking wildly at the strange figure. Punk quickly grabbed up his leash and dragged him back towards him, crouching down to gather the snarling dog in his arms. With Larry safe, he readied his body. To fight or flee, he didn't know yet. Fleeing would be better - his penthouse apartment was only a few doors away and his arm was still not fully healed yet. It wasn't his natural instinct to run, but run he would, especially with Larry's welfare in the balance too.

But as it turned out, he didn't need to do either. Glancing back at the figure, he'd half-expected it to have advanced towards him by now, but it hadn't moved at all. In fact, the more he studied it, the less of a threat it seemed! Behind the muzzle, the eyes were closed tight and it clutched its large, hairy arms around itself, trembling all over. As if it was...

..afraid?

'Shh, sh sh,' Punk soothed Larry, rubbing his finger down his snout to calm him. The trick worked and soon the dog's barking stopped. Watching the figure, Punk caught a glimpse of a glimmer behind the muzzle, an eye beginning to open when suddenly there came another mighty crash from the heavens. The strange being let out a sharp cry and buried its face away again.

He's not just afraid, Punk realised with a heavy heart. He's petrified!

Placing Larry gently onto the water-logged ground, Punk told him firmly to 'stay' and for once, the little dog obeyed its owner, ears lying flat as Punk eased closer to the strange figure. The man saw him coming and cowered away, the shivering getting worse.

'It's ok, I'm not gonna hurt you,' Punk tried to calm him. The closer he got, the more strange the entire scenario became. Now his eyes had adjusted to the shadows, he could see that the figure was almost entirely naked save for a pair of black briefs and covered in dirt. As well as the muzzle, he wore a black leather collar around his neck. Punk reached out with an open palm, acting like he would with a strange dog because, well, what the hell was he meant to do? Usually, this was not how people met one another!

The stranger flinched away and a soft clinking sound reached Punk's ears. He found the source, a metal cuff around the man's left ankle, the tattered remains of a chain dangling from it. The ankle itself was torn up and bloody from a brutal struggle and much like when looking at the night's sky and the first star is sighted, more injuries manifested into view on the stranger's skin. Long, deep lashes across his back, clusters of bruises blooming every shade of red and purple, harsh red marks on his wrists where metal had chaffed the delicate flesh.

Punk gulped down something large in his throat. 'What the hell happened to you?'

The face turned towards him.

Punk forgot to breath!

Behind the black leather and steel cage of the muzzle were two large eyes, shining with the most dazzling blue he had ever seen. His bottom lip turned slack as he stared mesmerised into them, lost in their beauty.

And pain!

'Here,' Punk whispered, lifting up both hands tentatively towards the muzzle, 'let's get this off you.'

The rain cascaded down on them both, the thunder roaring in their ears but neither man took note as Punk's numb, inked fingers found the clasp of the muzzle and clumsily unfastened it. The leather straps gave way and, threading his fingertips through the steel mesh, Punk slipped the horrid mask off.

He saw the man's face for the first time and his brows quivered skywards. It was a broad face, a masculine face but devastatingly beautiful. A strong jaw lined with a full beard as dark as the long hair upon his head, a perfectly formed nose and rich lips, all enshrining the two stunning sapphires staring expectantly back at him.

Expecting what? Punk snapped out of his trance. What did they do now?

'That's better, huh?' Punk tried to smile but his lips were wobbly. He tossed the horrible muzzle away. 'See? You can trust me. I'm not gonna hurt you. Neither is Larry.' He motioned with his head to the little dog who was still sitting quietly a short distance away. 'What's your name?'

Nothing.

'You live nearby?'

Nothing.

'Is there anybody I can call for you?'

Still nothing.

Punk paused, chewing his bottom lip with his teeth. Moments like this he missed his lip ring, it had always been a small comfort gnawing on the hard metal.

'You hungry?' he asked at last, and dug into the pocket of his jacket, bringing out a corner of the bag safely tucked inside. 'I got some muffins from this great place called Mindy's. Triple chocolate ganache, still warm from the oven. It melts in your mouth, I swear.'

It worked! The sapphires were now entirely focused on Punk's pocket, a slither of pink tongue peeking out between those full lips.

'Look, I only live a couple doors down,' Punk went on. 'Come back with me, we'll get you all washed up, some clean clothes then you can have as many muffins and hot cups of coffee you want? Sound good?'

The dark head dipped. Punk took that as a 'yes'.

'Ok, good. Can you walk?'

He stood up and offered his hand to the stranger who looked at it suspiciously. Choosing instead to hug the wall for support, the other man struggled up onto his knees and stood up. And up and up and up. Punk's eyes nearly popped right out of his skull as the stranger reached his full height, towering over him by several inches. In fact, he bested Punk in every category going - the man was a beast! Broad shouldered and barrel chested, hardened muscle bulging from his arms and thighs with thick, dark hair lining every inch of him. Punk had to quell a stirring in his guts - way, way, way down low in his guts - and focus on the strange circumstance the pair now found themselves in.

'Oh-' Punk cleared his throat. 'Ok. Great. Good start, now just... come with me.'

The figure took one step and fell, stumbling over its shackled left ankle. Punk saw the danger and rushed in, catching the huge man before he hit the floor. The stranger draped across Punk's shoulders, stifling a sob.

'You're hurt,' Punk spoke for him. 'You must have wrenched something in your leg trying to get free, huh?' The sensation of fingers tightening their clasp on his arm relayed the answer back to him. Poor kid! 'Hold on.'

Punk adjusted his stance, centring his legs underneath the man's huge bulk. Gritting his teeth, he straightened his knees, hauling the enormous stranger up off his feet. A startled grunt sounded close to his ear.

'Yeah, I'm stronger than I look,' Punk gloated. 'I'm a cage-fighter, MMA, but that's not important.' He gave a shrill whistle to Larry who trotted beside him, dragging the forgotten leash behind him. 'Like I said, it's not far. I can carry you. Just... don't wriggle around too much, alright?'

The fingers tightened on his sleeve again. A silent sign of gratitude. Thank you.

'Just hold tight kid,' Punk said, pursing his lips tight. 'I got you. You're safe with me.'

To be continued...

Next Chapter

[zaynsalbumsficfest]

Here is the masterpost for round one of the zaynsalbumsficfest. We are happy to announce that we will be back later this year with round 2!

Thank you to all the wonderful writers who have joined our fest, we are so happy that so many of you were able to celebrate Zayn's music with us!

Fics and summaries under the cut.

⋆ and right from the start by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

It all started when Zayn ran into Aiden again.

Aiden. Liam hadn’t thought about him in years, if he’s honest. They’d been in highschool together, but that was ages ago, and they’d lost touch, as people do when you go to uni. Last thing Liam heard was that he’d gone off to London to study at ICMP. Liam and Zayn had stayed up North, going to Manchester together.

They’d done everything together, from the moment their mums had introduced them to one another. Liam had been the new neighbour, moving up from Wolverhampton, and Zayn had been all of three years old when he’d declared Liam his best friend. Liam had looked into those hazel eyes, framed by impossibly long eyelashes even then, and felt like he’d come home.

Even now, in their twenties, they still do everything together. They’d finished their degrees at the same time – Zayn the responsible one, making Liam study even when he didn’t feel like it – and had moved down to London together, finding a flat and jobs and building up a social circle that consisted of both Zayn and Liam’s friends.

It’s nice. It’s comfortable. And somehow Liam hadn’t expected it to end.

⋆ for the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) by @voulezloux

zayn and louis are exes. they still sleep together.

⋆ catching eyes across the room by @beardyboyzx

Zayn is nineteen when he gets his gift.

People say that when you get your gift, you can hear the Magic’s voice whisper what it will be to you the morning of your birthday: Zayn has always wondered what Magic sounded like — but most importantly: what will It say to him?

⋆ sipping pink lucozade by @zaynmaliksmiddlefinger

If Zayn had to describe his life for the past few years, “struggling musician” would be a massive understatement. The last thing he needs right now is a distraction from his last shot at a successful career.

Enter the most tempting distraction he could imagine in the form of Liam Payne, the irresistible—and deeply closeted—playboy and son of the owner of Zayn's label.

Liam Payne is used to getting everything he wants with a tap of his black card—but he isn’t used to wanting something money can’t buy.

Let alone something he shouldn't desire to begin with.

Both men know they shouldn't risk everything by giving in to temptation, but it just might be too late.

⋆ love me tonight by @1ds5directions

When they meet for the first time, Zayn is on set of a new music video for singer Liam Payne. Louis didn't tell him about the cross he did at the intimicy work agreement when filling out the papers for Zayn. So a (surprise) scene of clothed grinding turns into two orgasms later in Liam's changing room. The second time they meet is a coincidence but the third and fourth time are not.

⋆ my sleep was stolen, I'm searching for thieves by @yeahexactlyimnotreal

A lack of sleep leads to a chance of reconnection, with a whole lot of history written in dreams.

or

A series of hopes, dreams, and memories of Zayn as he rediscovers the most important people in his life.

⋆ like a sour diesel, she burns by @larry-hiatus

He’s just an exotic dancer—one whom Zayn enjoys more than the other girls at the club; one with whom he happens to share a complicated past; one who lets him blur the lines between what’s right and what’s wrong. All of that may be true, but Harry is still just a stripper to Zayn, and nothing more. Really.

⋆ can you feel where the wind is by @fallinglikethis

It had been a normal day, just like any other. He’d been doing a PR tour for his father’s election campaign, making appearances in marginalized communities to let them know that his father saw them, would work for them if elected. He’d always maintained that his father would make a bigger impact by showing up himself, proving that he meant to keep his promises and was not just sending his son to give lip service. Liam’s advice had fallen on deaf ears, but then it’s not like Liam had listened to his father’s advice either.

Liam still remembers the argument, still remembers the feelings of stubborn exasperation and eventual grudging acceptance, when his father had insisted that Liam needed a security detail while out doing his father’s bidding. He remembers arguing that he had no real power over anything, so no one would care about him, let alone try to hurt him. But that assessment had proven to be untrue today.

⋆ baby, i'm right here by @enchantedlandcoffee

“Yeah, but that wouldn’t stop us from dating, I’m way too irresistible for that,” Louis grinned, groaning when one of their throw pillows hit him in the face. “Knobhead.”

“Wanker,” Zayn retorted, sticking his tongue out at Louis. Louis stuck his out in retaliation, gently kicking at Zayn until the man grabbed his feet and held them still. They stayed there in silence for a while, Zayn reaching for the remote to turn the TV on as Louis focused on a weird patch of colour on their ceiling.

“Do you ever think that maybe we should date?” Louis asked, gaze staying firmly on the patch of colour even as Zayn turned to look at him.

Or

The one where Zayn and Louis are best friends and, after much prompting from their family members, try and give dating a go.

⋆ i'll knock on your door, it will save me from calling by @hl-obsessed

Louis hears "Good Years" for the first time. Harry is there to pick up the pieces.

or

Zayn makes some questionable choices. Louis makes some long awaited moves.

Sometimes heart broken all over again is the first step to healing and making everything right again.

⋆ skin on my skin by @laynefaire

Damn, I could get lost in a heartbeat Damn, I can't get over your body Can't take my eyes off you, baby Let me love you, baby

Let me touch you where you like it Let me do it for ya Give you all of my attention Dive into that ocean of your love, oh Let me show you just how much I want ya

⋆ i will die if i don't try by @lightwoodsmagic

It had started with an Instagram message this time.

Actually, it’d started with a comment, a simple ‘this sounds big already’ with clapping hands, one that Zayn had found easy to reply to with a casual ‘@liampayne appreciate it bro, thanks for the love’ and adding his own emoji. He’d sat and stared at his phone, watched as fans seemed to suddenly appear to like Zayn’s comment and show their excitement in capitals. He’d sat forward on his couch, leg bouncing as he’d chewed on his fingernail and waited for the message or call that was sure to come.

He’d been the one to reach out last time, after all.

It’d only taken Liam five minutes to send through a DM, something that surprised Zayn - he couldn’t remember ever speaking to Liam this way before.

Zaynie! How have you been? New song sounds sick.

And that’s all it had taken.

Or, Zayn and Liam used to be together in One Direction and they've been drawn back to each a handful of times over the last decade. This time though, with Zayn in Paris for Fashion Week, everything feels different.

Based on Common from Icarus Falls

⋆ love like this by @reminiscingintherain

A Zouiam RWRB AU, featuring Louis as the First Son, Liam as the Prince, and Zayn as Liam's friend and equerry. With appearances from Lottie as Louis' helpful sister, Harry as his best friend, and Niall as Liam's golf instructor (or gardener? or something else?).

⋆ i found the earth (not leaving now) by @zqua1d

Liam watches the ball of light as it traces the sky then starts to dip below the tree-line. It’s larger than any shooting star he has ever seen before.

He makes a wish. ☆☆☆ Alien Zayn + Human Liam | A love story inspired by the song “If I Got You”

[therealestgalthereis]

Can you do any x reader headcanons for the neighbors or Bing and Larry? (You don’t have to do both ofc! ^^) Hope you have a good day!

OMSDGUYGS YES HOLY SHIT I LOVE THE SILLIES!!! ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻ Eduardo You thought highschool was bad enough? Now long out of it you have to deal with this guy - basically a sterotypical highschool bully, as an adult. Despite his rude attituide, he really does love you Loves making fun of Edd with you, or ranting about a good insult he had thrown at him. If you didn't know how to cook (like as in you would die without takeout kind of don't know how to cook) he would teach you how to make simple dishes Protective as HELL. Like, if he sees someone bothering you he's glaring at them, and if they don't get the hint he's yelling at them to leave you alone Would get jealous pretty easily Oddly loving at some times — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — Mark Like Eduardo can be compared to a Disney bully, but it more laid back than Eduardo LOVES cooking for you When he gets jealous it's pretty hard to tell, but he will try and one-up whoever he's jealous about. "You're.. talking to them? Why look at them? There is no way they're worth your time. I mean, like - what is that outfit anyways..? I swear they got it from the Dollar General." "Mark wtf" Would brush your hair for you, stuff like that Movie nights<3 — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — Jon Defiently the sweetest out of the neighbours, but I wouldn't say he's exactly the nicest guy out there (Is super kind/nice to you obvi tho<3) I'd see him like buying you stuff, giving little gifts Would ADORE making fun of people behind their backs with you, pointing and jeering at them quietly, mostly in hopes of making you laugh "Do you still love me?" questions 10x a week fr Loves doing house chores with you Love language would totally be quality time (canon I'm the rocket that killed him) — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — Bing Runs up to you happily and shows you his latest invention Loves creating evil schemes with you<3 Devious asf If you don't like a certain weather bro will 100% make an invention to fucking change it "Awh, it's [weather].." "Give me two seconds." Would love going on walks with you Forces you to watch him make things (unless you really hate it then he'll leave you alone) — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — Larry Most senseable out of.. EVERYONE. Takes care of you when you're sick, feeling upset Almost fatherly sometimes Romantic dinners>>>>>>>>>>> He looks like he'd write poetry. Done with everyone's shit Like Jon would totally make fun of people behind their backs with you COOKS FOR YOU FR

[stra-tek]

Kzinti and Star Trek

You don't see many Kzinti in Star Trek, and there's a very good reason for that: They're not actually Star Trek aliens, but a borrow from Larry Niven's Known Space series of books. And so Paramount don't actually own them. "The Slaver Weapon" episode of The Animated Series is an adaptation of Larry's "The Soft Weapon"

TAS' "Slaver Weapon" brought lots of Known Space lore into Trek. 4 Man-Kzin Wars were fought prior to the invention of faster-than-light travel, which really doesn't work in Trek where First Contact established, well, first contact and it was between humans and Vulcans after the first warp flight.

We also saw a Slaver, which have a rich backstory in Known Space where they're known as the Thrint and once ruled over the galaxy with their telepathy.

Some of Niven's backstory fits into Trek but other parts don't.

The Man-Kzin Wars don't. That being said, there have been attempts to bring Kzin back into Trek and several references to them. The Next Gen novel "The Captain's Honor" features the M'dok in the B-plot, a feline species who fought 2 wars with humanity one before the founding of the Federation and one after... sound vaguely familiar? They were originally the Kzin, and had name and details changed to avoid potential legal issues.

The Kzin exist in the Star Fleet Battles tabletop gaming universe (which is like a Trek splinter universe, licensed from TOS, TAS and the Star Fleet Technical Manual but nothing else), but they lack the distinctive bat ears.

Starfleet Command, the videogame adaptation of Star Fleet Battles swaps the Kzinti for the Mirak, again to avoid copyright issues.

But then came Star Trek Picard, where in season one Riker talks about an issue with the Kzinti (apparently permission was sought from Larry Niven and given for the mention) and then Lower Decks gave us Taylor, who is clearly Kzinti but likely will just never have anyone say it out loud just to be on the safe side

Oh, and the 1980 Star Trek Maps were cheeky and called them the K'zinti and hoped the apostrophe would make everything okay.

There have been attempts to bring the Kzinti back to Trek, like a planned Enterprise season 5 episode called "Kilkenny Cats" which was almost resurrected as a New Voyages fan film project. Here's the poster, where they'd replaced the Kzinti with the Kytharri (another Kzin-expy from the DS9 "Prophecy and Change" anthology

The "Kilkenny Cats" story read somewhat like a retread of DS9's "Armageddon Game". There were also attempts to get an animated Star Trek movie made called Lions of the Night, involving Sulu and the Enterprise-B dealing with a Kzinti invasion.

Oh oh, and read Ringworld. It's fantastic. And makes one wonder what the Kzin world is like in the Trek world... because they're unable to stop themselves launching violent wars on neighbours which they have no hope of winning, their world is essentially occupied by humans and that's very un-Trek (which of course makes it 10x more fascinating) indeed. How would Starfleet and the Federation deal with such a threat?

[sspadfoot]

Friday night dinner except it’s the marauders

James and Regulus are the parents (Martin and Jackie)

Sirius and Remus are the children (Jonny and Adam)

Barty is the weird neighbour who loves them and has a crush on regulus (Jim)

Euphemia would be the grandma

Pandora and Dorcas would be the best friend (Valerie)

Marlene would be dorcas’ girlfriend (Larry)

And the rest of them would come every night as a surprise or every few nights

AND EVAN WOULD BE THE PET THAT BARTY BRINGS ALONG

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in November 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #56 |  ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

🍂 Train Tracks and Porcelain by @jaerie

(E, 41k, historical circus au) Shadows were forming into people and things and, there in the middle of it, Louis watched the humongous head of an elephant emerge from a box car right in front of his eyes. Or a Water For Elephants inspired AU

🍂 Big, Bright World by RealName

(M, 35k, office au) Every day, Louis' feelings became more intense, more immediate, each little smile and gesture and silly flirtation mounting up into something palpable, with a life of its own. The only problem? Harry was engaged to someone else and had been from the moment Louis started working at Visionary.

🍂 two feet standing on a principle by Anonymous

(E, 10k, exes) Harry is a famous fashion model and Louis works at the mall, nobody knows they broke up two weeks ago.

🍂 you make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong by orphan_account

(T, 6k, mpreg Harry) Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can't think of a better way to spend it than on him.

🍂 make my wish come true by deblond / @braveryandtea

(T, 4k, Christmas) Louis works as Santa’s elf at the mall. He meets Harry.

- Rare Pairs -

🍂 take me back, take me back by eynap / @panye

(E, 32k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) Niall invites his new friend Shawn to Zayn and Liam's three-day wedding in Napa Valley, California. He gets way more than he expected.

🍂 must be love by @nouies

(NR, 6k, Louis/Andrew Garfield) AU where Louis doesn’t know how to approach his neighbour, and Andrew keeps receiving homegrown vegetables at his door.

🍂 lonely in [paris] by f_ckromeoandjuliet / @louiesonlyangel

(T, 5k, Louis/Awsten Knight) Alternate version of Louis's tour where he's in a secret relationship with Awsten Knight from Waterparks. Based on Awsten tweeting at Louis.

🍂 Feeling Feline by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 4k, Louis/Niall) “Not medically wrong,” the blond one says. “But I swear, and I know this sounds nuts, but I don’t think he’s a cat?”

🍂 it's the summer of our love by localopa / @voulezloux

(G, 3k, Louis/Ryan Ross) ryan is in love with his best friend and gym bro, louis. the problem? ryan is straight.

🍂 Got My Chaos Automatic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 3k, Zayn/Louis/Liam) the one where Louis comes home from tour feeling exhausted, yet antsy. Luckily, Liam and Zayn are there to put him back together

🍂 Crush by @allwaswell16

(T, 1k, Louis/Niall) When Niall stops smiling around the office, his co-worker Louis sets out to lift his mood with the help of their office mates.

- Trick Or Treat Fest -

1D Trick Or Treat Fest / @1dtrickortreatfest (each 666 words)

she bit someone by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus

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

In The Dark by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

Ghosted by @haztobegood

Summon A Demon by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

Slow Dance with the Tension by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

I See You by @neondiamond

Lipstick stain fades with time by @lunarheslwt

Watch How Good I'll Fake It by mmaree / @zqua1d

Irresistible by mmaree / @zqua1d

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

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

Harryween (series) by @babyhoneyheslt

Fruit Bat by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

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

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

pasta-tively sweet by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

perfect pumpkins by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

Fa-boo-lous Halloween by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

Still by downcamethelightning / @downcamethelightnings