#blp fanfic

[levbolton]

Terminal ilness harukai au when

(Haruka that’s 27 and murai that’s 30 live together. Murai is a tattoo artist with a fear of medical needles and haruka is both an art historian and an art curator assistant at the insistence at the said art curator. They met when Haruka wa still in university through the tattoo studio (haruka got a bunch of piercings and some tattoos by murai). He has 2 jobs bcs they plan on moving out and buying their own place and Yakumo’s tattoo artist licence isn’t as strong as Haruka’s office job for the bank loan. So he sacrifices more of his free time, of his time to spend with yakumo, or to paint on his own (because he likes to paint) for more money.

Maybe i should mention it here, but Yakumo in this au (i made this up last autumn or so when we didn’t have his backstory) is from a small island close to tokyo, more like a village boy, and haruka was quite well off with parents that were both teachers (one math the other one chemistry), his sisters were also in good fields (eldes was a writer, 2nd a bussineswoman and the youngest a biology student), and they never judged him for pursuing art.

At the start of the story (late august) haruka gets to work on a project to bring the helene kroller muller’s van gogh collection to japan (this did happen, that’s why there are blp x van gogh goodies), only that at the same time one of his workmates gets pregnant. So as the time passes haruka gets more work, bcs at some point the pregnant woman has to go on maternity leave. And you know, he starts to lose weight, although the blood works are fine, there’s nothing abnormal. But he loses weight, and he gets more tired, he can’t even climb the stairs to their 3rd floor apartment anymore (he takes the lift) but he also works late nights and he starts to miss sleep so it must be it. Even if he tried to go to sleep sometimes he can’t fall asleep. Yeah, this must be the work. But quitting isn’t an option because he really does want to bring to life that van gogh exposition (i dont think there’s any van gogh in japan) and soon they’d be able to get that loan and everything will be fine.

However, even his personality does change, he’s more irritable, he doesn’t take some stuff as seriously as he should. And this leads to a few fights with yakumo that gets hurt in the process. As if his lover is becoming someone else he didn’t yet know.

And then one day something does happen. And they go to the doctor for something more than just a regular check up. One person shouldn’t miss this much sleep or forget as many details if there isn’t something wrong, right?

The thing is, it takes a while for the doctors to find the exact cause for him. Mainly because it’s a rare malady, you don’t think abt it right off the bat, again it could’ve been just work burn out, no matter how good of a doctor you are stuff sometimes misses you (this is for fiction but please the real life specialists do know their job well most of the time). And when that answer comes, maybe it was better to not know

CJD, spoiler alert, it’s a fatal disease, there’s no cure for it. Once you’re diagnosed you know you’re gonna die. What the fuck, Haruka was still very much young… At this point, Haruka’s state was quite poor, obviously he had to quit his jobs, what good to work when you’re gonna die anyway? However, it wasn’t as easy as that, because Haruka couldn’t finish the preparation for the exposition he so wanted to see happen. He had to go to the hospital without even seeing any of the painting in real life. He quit and started to focus more on something he wanted more time for: to paint on his own, to create his own paintings, not research others’, be his own creator. Be an artist. And again, considering his state he couldn’t stay at home much longer, he needed medical care. (Sporadic Cjd is a rapid disease)

Despite that haruka was in a care centrum, he couldn’t spend all his time there with him. He still had to work, because if you don’t work you don’t have survival money. What a stupid thing, right? You can’t spend your time with the one that’s soon not going be there anymore because of such a frugal thing as money… fuck it….

It was around the middle of january when haruka went to the hospital. It was cold and he was supposed to stay in bed most of the time because it could affend him and speed the disease. One evening, after work, yakumo opened the door, and Haruka just couldn’t recognise him. “Who are you?” He’d ask, and maybe this is what made Yakumo realise he is indeed losing his other one.

There’s beauty in the snow, in that wintery loneliness. Haruka wanted to touch the snow. Yakumo didn’t allow it.

When his birthday came, he was but the ghost of a person he used to be. He couldn’t walk, he was using a trolley pushed by someone else to move around. Heck, he couldn’t even hold his brushes to paint anymore.

Spring came too, the snow melted, and seeing Haruka like that made Yakumo feel guilty. Haruka couldn’t recognise anyone that clearly, it would take him long moments until something inside his brain would light up and even longer until his body responded accordingly. Maybe he should’ve allowed him to play with the snow back then. He would die anyway. At this point it was just a matter of time until that day would come…

No matter how much you prepare for it, it always comes when you least expect it. Just another day on the job, another client, another tattoo. However, his phone rings and he wishes he wouldn’t have replied, it would’ve given him a few more moments of blissful ignorance

Haruka’s older sister called. Yakumo was already on his way to the hospital. It was the end. Haruka was no more and he couldn’t even be there for him in that moment…

But then he’d return home, to the same place he has lived with Haruka for years. The same appartement on the 3rd floor, quite spacious and in a nice neighbourhood. He has to give it up now.

(It’s too expensive for one person, but how fucked up it is to not be able to process your lover’s death bcs of such financial difficulties?))

This is a speed run summary of something i was thinking abt last year for 30k words. Cjd could advance quicker than this too.

[blueofourown]

(let's pretend anything besides the top four blp ships on AO3 are rarepairs)

[astral-from-afar]

Know that if I wrote any blp fanfics that it would be the most random bs and absolute crack you'd ever lay your eyes on

[blouisparadise]

hiiii i was thinking about this profile and figuring what was YOUR fav bl fanfic are

could you tell me please 🥺

We have a rec list that consists of five favorite fics from each BLP member here! We hope you enjoy.

[anyaaforger]

All the things you do in vain

Part 1: The Art

Summary: There are so many things you do in vain, so many things you regret and so many things you can't let go off.

Warnings: Character study, angst, second person pov, transphobia (subtle)

A/N: this took way too long, way too fucking long. i can't believe I had to suffer all this miserary for 800 something words, part 2 is probably gonna be about yuka + their gender also I hope 2nd pov doesn't throw anyone off, anyways enjoy besties <333

Read on Ao3

It was sunny that day, too sunny if anything. It was harsh, the sunlight that is like it wanted to melt your entire being. And the birds were chirping, too loud, like they wanted to burst your eardrums. You were in pain that day when you were walking home, it was probably because of the harsh sunlight and the loud chirping of the birds.

No, that wasn’t it, those were just excuses. You were just guilty, extremely guilty.

When you reached home the house was silent, your parents were off at work and your grandma was probably taking a nap. Good, no one would know that you came back earlier than you were supposed to.

Japanese art, that’s what you had dedicated your entire life to. You had deceived yourself in middle school to believe that this is what you wanted and this is what you loved. So you spent your entire life working hard to make your art look worthwhile. You spent all that time and energy so that your parents wouldn’t look down on you and wouldn’t whisper about having a failure of a son while you were standing behind the door listening to them, trying not to sob out loud.

That night you had dinner with your family after a long time. It was you, your parents and your grandmother sitting at a table, two lights above the table illuminating the food, the rest of the room was dark. You had mumbled “good.” when your mother asked you how your exam went and your grandmother smiled at you, reaching under the table to squeeze your hand and in return you smiled at her. Because what else were you supposed to do.

That same night you couldn’t fall asleep, so you sneaked out of the house. You went to the convenience store three blocks down and got yourself an ice cream. It was strawberry flavoured, coloured bright pink and tasted sweet on your tongue.

A boy had walked up to you when you were halfway through your ice cream, nibbling at the edge of the cone. He was taller than you, but probably not by much. His dark hair sat on his head in a messy mop and he had a toothy grin that you’d imagine many girls would find attractive, he didn’t have a lot of muscle but he was plenty lean, another trait you’d imagine would be popular with other girls. He asked you what a pretty girl like you was doing out so late at night. You stared at him for a few seconds maybe a minute or two.

“I’m a boy,” you told him.

He laughed, it was a hearty laugh with his head tilted back. He looked back at you “You’re funny,” he said and you smiled too “Thanks.” You chatted for a bit, he was a nice guy. He told you he’s just got into university, a literature student who loved the horror genre, you told him you were an arts student, specifically Japanese art and he replied with an excited “That’s so awesome,” and the conversation moved on, maybe he didn’t realize that you spoke in past tense that you weren’t an arts student anymore. You talked for a bit more before he said he had to leave, asking you to exchange numbers with him, so you indulged him and exchanged numbers. You blocked his number when you sneaked back into your house, it was pointless anyway.

Your parents found out about the exam, about the “X” you drew when you walked out. You stared at your empty room, nothing, there was nothing there, you were stripped naked.

There was nothing there.

You felt the sting on your cheek when your father slapped you and heard your heart shatter when he told you to go back to normal. You suffocated yourself in the blankets, the only part of your room that wasn’t scentless, “I should just run away,” you mumbled. You should’ve run away a long time ago, the day when your father had burned the new dress you got or when your mother almost cut your hair in your sleep.

There was a knock on the door, “Mother!” someone called out. You stood up to open the door, your grandmother was standing there, a huge bag in her hands, it covered her entire body.

“Yuka-chan, this is important right?”

It was, but you didn’t want it to be. You wanted to burn it, but you wanted to treasure it. You were crying, you were desperate, you wish your grandmother hadn’t bought them back then maybe you would have an excuse to run away, but now you can’t.

Yaguchi Yaotora was a strange person, you didn’t understand him and he didn’t understand you, but you didn’t want to die and you were grateful that he made you realize that. When you were butt-naked drawing yourself, a single shade dividing you and the person who could never understand you.

[adoaraism]

yatoyota drabble

With his chin resting atop Yotasuke’s crown, hugging him snugly against his chest, he lets out a fond sigh, which brushes across the black hairs of his head. Yotasuke tenses for a split second, holding his breath before melting into his embrace, letting himself be engulfed by something he finds true comfort in, for once. He breathes in softly; Yatora smells like a different kind of fabric softener from the kind he’s used to. He likes how mild it is, how it tickles his nose as tenderly as dandelion seeds. His breath hitches and his mind's gears turn languidly, in no rush whatsoever. So this - this is what Yatora is like without the paint he accidentally splattered over his coveralls, without the familiar tang of turpentine, without his warm, sometimes startlingly focused gold eyes transfixed on the canvas before him. 

This is Yatora who just came straight from the comfort of his own home, who was likely just about to fall asleep, who took the last train just to see him.

Yotasuke daren’t move his head or pull away to meet the boy’s eyes. He daren’t, because he knows - from the accelerating thrum of his pulse filling his ears; from the way he curls his hands into fists, resisting the urge to wrap them around Yatora’s torso that very instant; from the way that his warmth, his presence, and his embrace epitomises “home”, more so than the apartment lot residing a mere couple steps behind him does -  that he is long gone. 

[youreyesonlarry]

h&l at a concert and l is sitting on h's shoulder bc he cant see anything

Thanks anon for the request! :D Had a blast doing this one! Find it also on my twitter

[loubellies]

hungered for your touch - 20k

It shows up a week later. His phone dings with a text from his roommate, Harry, a photo attached to the message. It’s Harry and a package, the contents displayed clearly on the front of the box. Tears are rolling down Harry’s cheeks to match the excessive emojis he sent with the selfie.

 Did someone prank you???

Louis’ face immediately goes as pink as the cage on the box in Harry’s huge hand, his stomach dropping into his ass. Fuck.

moodboard: @breadylou

[sweetsubharry]

what are blouies? sorry for not knowing this, im a new fan

Hiya! Well firstly hello!! I hope you feel welcome and happy here! 💖

Secondly, a blouie (sometimes just written bl, b!l to shorten, in the same way b!h is for Harry)  is someone who believes that Louis is an exclusive bottom and only blogs about that dynamic, but they’re more extreme than the average shipper with a reading preference, a blouie isn’t just someone who consumes pure b!l content and is chill about it, it would be hypocritical of me as a sub and b!h blog to dislike them so much if it was!

Blouie’s block any b!h blog on site and often send mean and aggressive asks. You can tell when a hard blouie has written a fanfic you’re reading because Harry is an aggressive big meaty man stereotype and Louis is the opposite small, weak stereotype (sometimes even infantilised but we won’t go there rn) they disregard any actual thing Harry does irl that would show otherwise to their ideals and they’re very toxic.

If you see blp it’s just the main blouie content blog (bottom louis paradise) 

I think I explained this to the best of my ability! :) I hope this helped even a little bit! Don’t be afraid to send anymore asks or send me a message if you need anything!  💖

[levbolton]

Hm let’s see what other ideas did i have for blue period

A fic where yotasuke gradually loses his eye sight after he came at peace that art is all he had so he must learn how to give it up and rely more on yatora for help (he has to give up his autonomy while learning how to adapt to gis new condition) (in the end yotasuke learns how to draw even if he can’t see, so he continues to be an artist for others)

[non-binharry]

bhk is called bottomharrykingdom because they rec bh fic. it's a fanfic rec blog. and just doubles as a regular harrie larrie blog. it's like having an mpreg/abo/witch/mermaid harry blog and rec'ing fic for it + harrie content. there's literally no problem w having a blog for a specific theme. blp's issue isn't that they rec bl fic. it's that the mods are homophobic transphobes who mock and harass us and project their heteronormative fetishes onto h&l and claim it as fact which! most bl stans do too! as we have seen!

yuh

[blueofourown]

I’m constantly begging for multichap AU fics, so here are some propositions i know i probably won’t be capable to write myself:

- ice skating. WHY ISN’T THERE AN ICE SKATING BLP AU FANFIC YET????? It’s literally a basic trope. We need it

-tired accountant (or some office job like secretary too) finally finds passion in their life when they stumble across their fated artist (if no one writes this i will)

-royalty au??? Where the prince/ess falls for a wealthy foreigner from a land far far away. But the foreigner turns out to be a vampire so it’d be a love story between a mortal and immortal (ok i can kind of write this maybe)

-coffee shop. WHY. ISN’T. THERE. A. COFFEE. SHOP. FIC. YET????? (Too fluffy for me, i write angst)

Thank you in advance, writers pls do this

THESE R ALL SUCH GOOD PROMPTS AGHHHHH I think the royalty AU delivered serious psychic damage.....

yall heard it from here folks!!! fanfic writers...if y'all are looking for inspiration...

if i find fics similar to what you've suggested I'll def share them to this account!

[primeemeraldheiress]

9 and 16!

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material?

😂😂😂 Yeah, this is actually Batfam all over. Er, unless you count me watching the Tim Burton movies while growing up. I got into Batfam ass-backwards with bat-chats I saw on Pinterest. They were so funny, I migrated to fanfic. Then onto writing and only then onto the actual source material. I still haven’t read more than a few Jason-oriented comics. 

16. Have you ever stopped writing a fic/for a fandom because it wasn’t receiving enough attention?

Nah. I write for me so this wouldn’t be a problem. A little disheartening, maybe, but not a reason to drop a fic. If this is a pointed question regarding BLP, I think part of the problem is the attention it’s actually drawn. I’m more than a little concerned about how many eyes are on it.

Ask from here.

[blouisparadise]

Could you tell me how to submit prompts for fanfics? Thank you.

If you're referring to BLP, you can just send us an ask with your prompt. For fic fest or challenges, you have to wait for the prompt submission windows to open according to their schedule.

[starfoxrry]

There’s this really cute cheesy and sweet romance book called “the hating game” and honestly the couple was basically larry!! Even the huge guy josh had his bedroom walls blue just because her eyes were blue (you know “THAT Harry outfit” had to be “this shade of blue” ugh looove) and they hated each other but loved too it was sooo fun and steamy i loved it! Do you have any favorite larry fics with hate to love or something like that? I really want to read some fanfics! Thank you queen😊❤️

oooooo hate to love mhm lets see

Like Candy In My Veins

“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?” “Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”

Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”

(Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.)

i want you so much (but i hate your guts)

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can't do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor's certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn't seem to like him complicates matters, though

like its a game

there is little harry hates more than truth or dare.

and louis.

and here are blp’s enemies to lovers fic rec post x x

[eeveedel]

bottomharrykingdom and blouisparadise are seriously the worst blogs on this site for fanfics, and the way they see harry and louis.

I never follow BHK so I can’t speak for them. I will say, one thing I have and will always compliment BLP on is their organization; they catalog and promote an enormous amount of fics, oversaw a GIANT fic fest, and they have given authors ncluding myself before they stopping promoting me, a great platform. The mods work very hard and will always acknowledge and respect that. But I will always disagree with the strict top/bottom culture they promote, which is why I’ve stopped using them for fic recs