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no judgement | l.mk

“i can be your lover or your shoulder to cry on, you can be whoever you like”

💿now playing: no judgement by niall horan

❯ summary: Mark’s shocked to see you at his front door step crying, but he isn’t surprised. You do this all the time - get a new boyfriend and forget about your childhood best friend. And the minute that asshole dumps you, you always want him to pick up the pieces. And he will. He always does.

❯ pairings: mark x fem!reader (brief mention of yuta)

❯ genre: friends to strangers to lovers? smut, angst

❯ words: 4.9k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, protected sex, lowkey sub!mark, hookup, rebound sex, glasses kink, big dick mark bc yes, oral sex (m receiving), nipple play, slight begging, yuta is an asshole for the plot, reader is also kinda mean, mentions of cheating (not between mark + y/n), slight unrequited love, use of ‘pretty girl’, reader uses she/her pronouns.

Mark thinks his mind is playing tricks on him. I mean - it would make sense - the last time he’d checked the clock on his desk it was 12:17 am. So, there’s no way the light knocking on his front door is really happening…right?

He tries to focus on the papers in front of him - a work assignment that was due last week that he’d already managed to get an extension on. He knows his boss will have his balls if he doesn’t have it completed and on his desk by 8:00 am sharp tomorrow (today).

However, Mark’s fears of premature insanity are put to a quick end this time when the knocking is paired with an unnecessarily loud yelling through his letter box.

“Mark Lee if you don’t open this door right now, I swear I’ll kick your ass the next time I see you.”

Now that - the sound of your voice - wasn’t in his imagination.

You bang harder, clear that you're using a fully clenched fist to make as much noise as possible. “I’m serious dude, I’ve kicked your ass before, and I’ll do it again. Now open. The. Door.”

Mark knows he should just ignore you, pretend that he’s sleeping and focus on his work; but, he hasn’t seen you in months, and you are supposed to be his best friend after all. He can’t just leave you out on the street at this hour — he won’t — what sort of friend would he be?

He rises from his desk, removes his glasses, and places them gently on the wooden surface before pinching the bridge of his nose.

You knock (pound) again.

“‘Alright alright, jeez, I’m coming,” he says, followed by a small curse as he ushers through his hallway to the front door.

As he swings the door open, he’s almost hit with a nasty sucker punch to the cheek as you simultaneously raise your fist to knock again.

“Woah there, calm down, you’re gonna get me a noise complaint,” he flinches.

“I think it’s a little too late for that,” you point to the house next door, “That woman has been glaring at me from her window since I got here.”

Mark peers out of his house, the cold night air nipping at the tips of his ears, and sees his neighbour looking down shaking her head disapprovingly at him. He raises his hand in a feeble apology, with a tight-lipped smile to ease the edge, but it doesn’t, he knows it doesn’t and he knows he’s going to have to do a lot of ass kissing in the morning.

“Well, Mrs Kim and her husband have just had a baby.”

He watches you shrug then grimace, “How was I supposed to know that? They didn’t have one the last time I was here.”

It’s now when Mark takes in the person standing in front of him, a mere silhouette of his childhood best friend. You’re barefoot, which already raises questions in his mind, and a bottle of wine is in your hand. Your hair is dishevelled and mascara smudged under the bottom of your eye – which makes sense since he can see the faded redness from where he knows you’ve been crying.

“So, you gonna let me in or what? I’m freezing my ass off out here.”

Well obviously, Mark thinks, you’re wearing nothing but a short black dress, covered by a thin sheer blazer leaving your legs completely bare in the middle of winter. Your teeth chatter and he has to suppress the smile threatening to dance on his lips because it reminds him of when the two of you used to mess around in the snow during winter break back in high school.

But he pushes those memories to the side, just like his front door, as he makes enough room for you to slip into his house. As you step inside, you waste no time making yourself comfortable - old habits die hard you guess - remembering how things used to be.

You remove the blazer you're wearing and walk over to Mark's desk, draping it over the back of his chair. Your eyes fall on the sheets of paper scattered across the surface, partially covered by his glasses. You recall that he had stopped wearing them during junior year, opting for contacts instead - a decision you found disappointing. You had always liked his glasses; they made him look kind of... cute.

“I’m not interrupting you, am I?”

Yes.

“Nah, not really,” Mark shrugs following in from behind you.

“Really?” You ask picking up a sheet of paper as you raise an eyebrow, “Marketing campaign for neo gummies, on my desk Monday 8:00 am.”

There’s a smile on your face as you read it because it’s nice to know that the Mark standing in front of you is the same as the one you grew up with. He was always the last person to hand in his college assignments, and school science projects; but don’t get it wrong, he’d always ace them.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve basically finished it.”

Mark’s lying, and you can easily tell by the way his arm reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. It's a mannerism you've become aware of, noticing how he used to do it when you asked him for his opinions on some of your uglier fashion choices throughout high school.

“You sure?” You add, “I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble with your boss or anything. Especially now that you live in this fancy-ass townhouse, your mortgage payments must be crazy.”

Mark shakes his head with a smile, reaching for his glasses and putting them back on. “They’re not that crazy…”

You give him a knowing look, his living room alone is practically the size of most apartments in the city. But you didn’t expect anything less from him, he’d always worked hard for everything he had. He graduated with flying colours, found a high-paying job after college, bought a nice house; and you’re sure that one day he’d secure himself a nice girl to live in it with him.

What you’re trying to say is Mark Lee had something to show for himself, which is more than you can say after you took a more leisurely approach to college. Mark had always worked a little too hard for your liking, or maybe you just worked a little too easy for his. Either way, he’s the one with his life put together and you’re just…standing barefoot in his living room, looking a mess, with a bottle of alcohol in your hand.

“Well then, since I’m not imposing, how ‘bout a drink?” You suggest, waving the bottle of wine in the air in an attempt to win him over and distract yourself from your own reality. As shitty as it sounds, you come to Mark to escape the chaos of your own life, so dwelling on comparisons isn't something you want to keep doing.

For Mark though, he knows he shouldn't indulge in a drink – after all, the work assignment on his desk is practically begging to be completed. But he's always struggled to say no to you, and he's well aware that you know that too. It's why you're so comfortable knocking on his door in the early hours of the morning when most of the city is asleep; you know he'll always open up for you.

And that’s exactly why he’s heading into his kitchen and rooting through his cabinets until he finds two wine glasses.

When he comes back into the living room, he finds you standing by the fireplace. It's not unusual, considering you were freezing just moments ago on his doorstep from your attire. However, what catches him off guard is that you're not warming yourself by the fire; instead, you're holding a picture – Mark's favourite one – taken by his parents on the day you got your wisdom teeth removed.

"No way you kept this," you groan, though there's a hint of laughter in your voice.

"Of course I did. You were completely out of it on anaesthesia, going on about marrying Lee Taemin," Mark replies.

You squeeze your eyes shut, remembering the way you sent the hot senior you had a crush on in your freshman year a DM in your high state. “Oh gosh, don’t remind me.”

But truthfully, that's not the sole reason Mark kept that picture, or why he still chooses to display it despite having hundreds of clearer, better ones of the two of you together. He treasures that particular photo because it was the day you told him you loved him – although you never brought it up again. Mark pins it down to you not remembering from the anaesthetic, but that photo, it’s the last slither of hope he has left.

“Well, I must say, Mark Lee, you have had quite the glow-up since your high school days,” you laugh putting the picture back on the fireplace.

Mark can't believe his cheeks are warming up as if he were that same teenager – pathetic, he thinks. And he wants to say the same about you, but he hardly recognizes you. You're a completely different person from the girl in the picture, and while he loves you, truly, it doesn't change the fact that you're a mess sitting before him.

To his defence, it's impossible not to notice it; he saw it the moment he opened the door and saw your smudged makeup and raw eyes – you’re defeated. And even though he knows precisely why, he still asks.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?"

You swallow, “Can’t I just come and see my best friend?”

“No, you can’t.”

His words carry a double-edged sword, both an accusation directed at you and an expression of the hurt he's experienced from your repeated instances of ghosting him over the last few months.

You begin pouring yourself a generous glass of the wine you brought along. If you were going to have this conversation with him, you weren't about to do it sober.

“Yuta broke up with me.”

And there it is. You always do this – get a new boyfriend and forget about your childhood best friend. And the minute the asshole in question dumps you, you always want him to pick up the pieces.

And Mark hadn't forgotten the name Yuta; in fact, it had been seared into his mind ever since you posted a picture with him on your Instagram account, looking all lovey-dovey. And then Mark had gone into full stalker mode – because of course he did – he always did. But the thing with Yuta was that he was one step ahead. One particularly awful day at work, when Mark wanted to check your account, he found himself blocked.

Honestly, Mark doesn’t blame Yuta, he’d be lying if he said all his thoughts about you were completely innocent, but you’d never blocked him over a guy before. He's accustomed to the isolation, the ghosting, and the personality changes that come with you getting a new boyfriend; but being digitally blocked by you was a new low. It's safe to say Mark had already formed his opinion about your new ex-boyfriend: he was definitely an asshole.

"Why did he break up with you?" he asks, not out of genuine concern, but rather out of selfish relief. Still, he knows it's the right thing to do.

“He found someone else, or I found him fucking someone else,” you spit bitterly, “and do you know what? That fucker didn’t even give me a chance to grab my shoes before he kicked me out.”

You take a long gulp from your glass, the liquid burning slightly as it goes down your throat, and then you flop back on the sofa. Your movements are heavy, weighed down by more than just the alcohol in your system. As you sink into the cushions, a wave of emotion crashes over you, threatening to engulf you completely. It's a moment of vulnerability that you've been holding back, and tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. You try to fight them, push down the rising tide of emotions, but it's futile.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he reassures, quickly taking a seat beside you on the sofa and resting a gentle hand on your thigh, where he begins to rub small, soothing circles into your skin, just like he used to do. "You can stay here tonight."

You groan into your hands, you can’t believe you're acting like this – pathetic – and it has you immediately defensive. “Don’t look at me like that,” you mutter, so quiet Mark almost misses it.

“Like what?”

“All judgy.”

“When have I ever judged you, Y/N?” he questions, his tone gentle, “I’m always your shoulder to cry on, we’re past the judgement stage,”

"I don't cry that much," you protest weakly.

“Well…” he starts, that teasing look in his eye you love.

In response, you push his chest playfully, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Because you’ve missed this – missed him.

And that’s the part that always stings the most: how effortlessly you two slip back into each other's company. Despite not speaking for a couple of months, it's like you didn’t lose any time. And perhaps that's why Mark finds it so easy to keep forgiving you, and why you find it so natural to slide in and out of his life and then expect him to mend your broken heart.

Mark grabs the hand you used to push his chest and looks at you seriously but gently, “Seriously, Y/N, you can just be yourself with me, just like it’s always been.”

His words resonate with you, stirring something deep within the pit of your stomach. You meet his gaze with glossy eyes, and in that moment, you feel an overwhelming surge of emotion. Without hesitation, you lean in and press your lips to his.

It's a tender kiss, soft and sweet just how you expected Mark’s lips to be. And he melts into it just as much as you do, if not more so. It’s like he craves it, like he’s hungry for it. And he is because you – his first-ever crush, the girl he’s been in love with since he could remember – is pressing her lips to his. The teenager in him is jumping up and down right now.

Just as you're about to deepen the kiss, your face bumps into his glasses, causing both of you to pause as they sit askew on his face. Mark blushes and begins to fumble with them, but just as he's about to take them off, your hand wraps around his and stops him.

“Mmmm. Keep ‘em on,” you bite your lip as you reposition them on the bridge of his nose. “I like them.”

“I didn't realize you had a glasses kink,” he teases.

“Neither did I...just like them on you.”

That triggers something inside of him because his tongue lightly sweeps over your bottom lip where he nips it with his teeth. One of his hands reaches up to cup the nape of your neck; the other finds its way to the hem of your dress, intrusive fingers brushing over your bare skin, making you gasp.

He stills.

Did he just fuck this up? Was he reading it wrong?

There’s a fraction of a beat where you just breathe against him, and Mark feels a twinge of self-consciousness. And just when he’s about to apologise, you dive into him and all reservations are thrown out the window as you give him the green light.

His hand wraps around your waist and he pulls you over his lap to straddle him. It gives him all the access he needs to grab your thighs and lift you up as he stands. He keeps your lips connected as he wraps your legs around his waist, pressing into you just enough to feel the swelling in his crotch.

If you thought he was hungry for it before, now he’s starving.

Your arms wrap around his neck, your breasts crushing against his chest. Your hips start to move against him without any control, almost like it’s instinctual. You suck on his tongue and he groans. And God if it isn’t the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard.

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N,” he says into your mouth, “Are we really doing this?”

You smile against his lips, “We’re doing this.”

You both take that as a confirmation to go harder, kissing like you’ve been starved of each other for years, and Mark supposes you have. His body moulds to yours and you feel his hand wander to your ass making your dress lift as he carries you out of the living room.

When you see him heading for the staircase you know exactly where his head is at, and when he opens his bedroom door with you still in his arms, you feel wetness pool right between your legs.

He drops you on the bed so gently and carefully not to hurt you – because even though he’s so goddamn horny right now – he’s still Mark. When your back hits the whites of his sheets it gives you a moment to look at him, his chest is heaving, lips swollen and cheeks flush. His hair is tousled and it makes your blood run cold.

He looks like pure sex. Hot sex. Good, filthy, all-night-long sex. And you want him, more than you’ve ever wanted any man before in your life.

Mark kneels on the bed in the space between your legs, coming close enough to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, and you wonder if he sees you the same way you see him right now. He brushes your cheek gently with his thumb and you lean into his caress and plant a small kiss against his palm.

His lips meet yours again as his hands slip between you two. They glide up your leg, to your stomach to under your dress, where he finds you not wearing a bra as your nipples pebble under his rough hands.

Instinctively, your arms stretch over your head, reluctantly breaking the kiss so he can tug the material off and over you, lips crashing back together as you roll your hips into his with desperation and need.

Mark groans when he pulls away to look at your naked chest in front of him, it’s a picture he thinks. One that needs to be hung up in an art gallery or some shit – actually now that he thinks about it – he hates the idea of you being on display like that for someone else.

His fingers wind themselves in your hair, a delightful shiver skittering along your body as you soften into his touch. You can’t help but grin suggestively as you look him in the eyes, top teeth holding down on your lower lip as your hands creep low enough to hook into the band of his pyjama bottoms.

Mark practically whimpers as your hand teases at the elastic, “Please.”

The plea has you smiling wider, knowing exactly what he wants. You remove his bottoms without a second thought, the same time he strips from his t-shirt. His cock springs free, thick and long and straining so eagerly for you.

You get a thrill knowing you’re the one who’s made him this hard and that makes you want to please him badly. So you do, taking control and flipping him over to be underneath you. He gasps at the motion and then he almost cums untouched at the sight of you kneeling between his legs, lowering yourself down just enough to kiss the tip of his cock.

The teasing touch sends a chill right through him. He leans back on his arms just to see you, eyebrows strained as he concentrates, glasses slightly fogged – he wants to remember exactly what you look like like this. You’re intoxicating, strong enough for him to get drunk on.

“So pretty,” he murmurs under a soft breath and you blush.

You lick your lips, focusing on his cock, flattening your tongue from the base all the way up to his head, where the slit is leaking with pre-cum. You hear him suck in a breath and it makes you smile.

You like knowing he’s needy, teasing him to ignite small reactions, but continuing to do so would only be hell for you; because right now you want nothing more than to suck on his cock like it’s the last thing you’ll ever taste.

You wrap your hand around his shaft and don’t waste another second before your mouth is sinking to suck on him. You manage all you can – there’s a lot of him – and use your fingers to move up the length you don’t swallow, stroking him painstakingly slow.

As you kiss and lick at him, Mark is going mad because it’s your mouth. Your mouth is wet and hot and currently wrapped around him good enough that his thighs have started trembling.

It’s not long before his hands find your hair and he helps you to slide more of his cock inside, knowing exactly when to stop instead of making you take too much. But he’s big and thick and your mouth barely covers him – which he hates – it feels like a reminder that he’s not made for you.

The thought has him letting out a growl, which catches you by surprise from the whimpering mess he was seconds ago. The grip he has on your hair tightens.

“Fuck, Y/N, suck me harder…” The dirty words sound dominant at first, but they trail off as you continue sucking on him, a lot like you’re melting him, and you fucking love that idea.

The thought of having him be so desperate for you is making you wetter and needier. And it’s that need that has you reaching up to graze his nipples with your fingers. Mark finds the chill of your cold digits distinctive, responding with a mewl that rings between the walls of his room.

You can't believe such a small touch makes him so…responsive.

Every tug on his sensitive peak is enough to pull a sound from his pink lips, enough to make him writhe his hips and edge his cock further into your mouth.

You twist and pinch and watch as Mark’s face twists in the feeling, mouth dropping open to release a stuttered breath. It’s so sensual - so carnal.

You pull off his cock with a sickening pop, looking up at him with spit-covered lips. “Who would have guessed your nipples would be so sensitive?”

Your hand stays at a steady pace, stroking him slowly as you speak. Mark shivers from the loss of your warm mouth around him, but there’s still a part of him that’s glad you stopped. But not because he doesn’t want this — he does, so badly — but because he was starting to feel his cock’s overwhelming urge to twitch with his orgasm. And there was no fucking way he was going to cum before he’d even buried himself inside you.

In a cooling breath, he replies, “Only sensitive for you.”

Warmth flushes on your face, and the arousal soaking between your legs begs to soak his cock. He’s so cute when he is all red-faced and whiny, eyes closed tightly as his brows knit together. And you suppose his own state of neediness triggers yours.

“Want you inside of me now, Mark,” you pant, “Need it.”

“Fuck~” his voice drips like honey as he moans, hands moving to grab at your waist to flip you under him.

You push yourself further up the bed and he crawls after you. It’s only now he realises the lace barrier still on your skin standing between you and his cock. Your panties are dark blue and they look so pretty against your skin.

He leans down, kissing the inside of your knee, letting his fingers slip up your ankle to cradle your smooth calf.

“Sometime tonight,” you tease.

But Mark likes to go slow, he likes to savour in your sight, study your body to remember every detail for his next late-night fantasy. He wants to bask in you being so bare and so ready for him — not your ex-boyfriend — him.

He skims his hands further up your bare legs until he slides your underwear down and disregards them somewhere on the floor. Then, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close, pressing your chests together skin to skin. He likes it like that — being so close and so intimate with you that it's almost raw.

He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a condom. You don’t take your eyes off him once as he rips it open with his teeth and rolls it down the entirety of his length. Heat pools in your stomach because this is happening — and that makes your pussy throb.

He keeps his eyes on yours as he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing inside of you, breathless. You can’t help but sink your head back into the mattress, eyes closing.

“Eyes open.”

You lazily blink them open.

“Eyes always on me pretty girl,” he demands, thrusting into you.

You’ve never felt anything like him. You feel so full. He’s everywhere. Even your lungs and head are filled with him.

“Taking me so well pretty,” he groans.

His praise has you gushing, whining with the feeling of him stuffing you. It’s not awkward like the first time having sex with someone can be. It feels like you’ve always been doing this.

“You’re okay?” he asks.

He sounds calm, but you can see the restraint that he’s barely holding on to by the tightening in his jaw, and the tension in his brow.

“More than okay. Just fuck me, Mark. Please.”

He brushes his lips over yours and whispers, “Oh I plan to.”

You smile, but it’s quickly gone as he starts to move, fucking you slowly, then quicker and quicker, and harder and faster. The headboard is banging against the wall, surely denting it, and you know if the neighbours weren’t already pissed about your knocking they’d definitely be pissed now.

And selfishly, you can’t find it in you to give a shit because he’s like a machine, working thrusts into you at all the right angles to elicit sweet moans from your lips.

You’re panting and groaning like a bitch in heat. Mind fuzzy with euphoria as your flesh slaps loudly together. If college you knew that Mark Lee, your best friend, was about to give you an orgasm she would have laughed in your face.

But, God, the man can fuck.

He urges you onto his cock harder, clit rubbing against his pelvic bone, each time your hips connected in powerful thrusts.

“Oh God, Mark,” you try your best to keep your eyes open, but the pleasure is threatening to consume you.

“That’s it. Cum on my cock pretty girl. I won’t come until you do.”

The idea makes you want to hold off forever, let him fuck you for hours just to bask in the feeling of your closeness. However, your body disagrees with that sentiment, and suddenly you’re cumming hard.

“Shit,” he hisses, feeling your walls flutter around his length.

Mark doesn’t slow down though, he fucks you through your orgasm like a madman, hammering deep to the hilt to chase his high.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N…shit…fuck…” He growls a sound so erotic in your ear, you feel like you might cum again.

He sags onto you, his body heavy but not crushing, his skin warm against yours. You touch your fingers to his cheek.

“I don’t think I can move,” he says, breathless.

“So, don’t.”

The tips of Mark’s ears turn red at the suggestion, but eventually, he figures he needs to move — much to his dismay. He eases out of you, catching hold of the condom and pulling it off his cock. He rolls off of you and out of bed to put it in the trash before he’s back next to you, arms engulfing you in a hug.

You look up at him and he presses a kiss on your lips before pulling back. “Are you staying?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I asked first.” He says.

“I’ll stay if you want me to stay.”

Liar.

Mark swallows, “Okay well, I’ll get us breakfast in the morning then, yeah?”

He says it but he knows come the morning you’ll have slipped out in the middle of the night because this isn’t the first time he’s had sex with you.

Mark has always been your rebound. Yes, he’s your best friend, but he’s also your favourite hookup call when your boyfriend’s being an asshole.

And he knew that when he first heard you knocking on his front door. He knows you'll never change – and strangely, he's content with that, he’s accepted it. Because even though he knows you'll move on again, he doesn't mind keeping your secrets safe until the next time when you want a man to heal your heart.

Because Mark will settle for being a pity fuck if it means he gets to be a constant in your life.

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28th august fic rec!

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So Much (For) Us (235K) by Niallinjapan2013

It’s 2022, The boys are not friends. Realistically, they all hate each other. None of them are okay. Now, they have an album to make. They should probably talk about it.

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the relentless barrister (10K) by louisplumpyass | @louisplumpyass

Barrister Louis overhears his neighbour making explicit comments about his husband, Professor Harry. Fueled by a mix of anger and protectiveness, Louis decides to confront the neighbour, but not before he passionately reminds Harry who he belongs to.

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drain me (6K) by boyfriendstages | @boyfriendstages

Harry’s obsession with Louis is perfectly normal. Until it’s not.

or, saltburn bathtub scene inspired smut with lots and lots of long buried feelings.

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i love you (it’s ruining my life) (40K) by wildestdreams | @thelavendrhaze

“You’ve been teasing me all night, looking like a fucking dream, and the minute you get me alone, all of that attitude and your games go right out the window, don’t they?” Louis asked, voice low. “Why do you do it?”

Harry grinned, cheeks warm as his palms rested over Louis’ shoulders. “It keeps things interesting, doesn’t it?”

The alpha watched him closely, gaze dark, while he stroked one hand down Harry’s side before settling over the dip of his waist. “I can never tell with you.”

“Tell what?”

“If you like me or not.”

Harry swallowed thickly. “I’m not supposed to like you. I’m supposed to just want to fuck you.”

A situationship AU where Harry is one of the most sought-after omega supermodels in the world and Louis is the alpha lead singer of the indie supergroup, The Rogue. The last thing either of them wants is to fall in love.

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come away with me (99k) by suspendrs | @suspendrs

Louis had such big plans. He wanted so much out of life, and so did Amy. Now Bridget is going to grow up without a mother, and she’s always going to wonder what it would be like if this hadn’t happened. He wonders if she’ll blame him for her mother’s death as she gets older, or if she’ll understand that this is just as painful for Louis as it is for her. Louis doesn’t know how he’s going to raise her on his own, because he’s a fantastic father, yes, but he’s always been the fun parent, and Amy was in charge of the rules. He doesn’t know how to make sure Bridget has everything she needs all the time, doesn’t know how to make her favorite meal or how to do that one braid she loves to have in her hair or how to teach her to be the best person she can be. He doesn’t know how to live without Amy, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do.

Or, Louis has to pick up the pieces of his and his daughter's life after his wife dies, and Harry is a beautiful stranger that just wants to help.

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The weekend (163K) by words_of_my_own

They make the bed together, Louis with his clothes on and Harry still naked, and they laugh a bit about it. But Harry is also rather chuffed about the fact that Louis thirstily lingers with his look on his body more often than not.

When Harry is dressed too, he walks up to Louis, where he waits by the door.

“I wanna kiss you. All the time. Is that bad?” He whispers, crowding Louis against the back of the door, leaning in close to his face.

“I don’t care about the answer, just do it already.” Louis whispers back and grabs Harry by his neck and pulls him in.

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In a universe where Harry's and Louis' respective relationships are idling - without them fully realising it before - they meet at a swinger weekend.

Louis is an experienced swinger goer, and even though Harry probably is the most attractive guy he's ever wanted to hook up with at a party like this, he's supposed to be just that: another swinger hookup.

Harry has never swinged before and soon finds it slightly hard to distinguish between the want for sexual exploration and the want for one particular guy.

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Unbonded (24K) by jacaranda_bloom | @jacaranda-bloom

Harry is an omega who has been cast out from his pack, Louis is the alpha leader of the pack where Harry finds a new home, Liam is an alpha with heart of gold, and Niall is a cook who can't seem to stop setting himself on fire.

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Surprise/Wonder (116K) by emmli28

“H-hi,” Harry stammered.

“Hi!” the blue eyed man replied while he stood up and walked over towards Harry. “I’m Louis,” he said, reaching out his hand to shake Harry's and Harry took it in his. Once again Harry felt a swirl inside his stomach as he touched the softest hand he’d ever held in his. Louis, Harry thought, that must of course be Liam's friend. What a nice surprise.

Or the one where Harry goes on a cottage trip, with his friends Liam, Niall and Zayn and Liam’s new friend Louis, and gets too nervous around Louis because he’s just too beautiful.

Or the one where Harry is obsessed with Louis’ hands and Louis doesn’t mind at all, and where Harry and Louis fall in love and find themselves in the process.

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satellite (99K) by suspendrs | @suspendrs

“It’s been three years since I’ve had a proper hot meal,” Louis says finally. “I have no idea where my family is, or if any of them are even still alive. The only reason I’ve been able to keep myself alive for as long as I have is because I keep to myself, stay guarded, stay hidden. It’s the only way I know how to live,” he says.

Harry wants to cry, but he tries to put on a brave face when Louis finally meets his eyes. “You’re safe here. You don’t have to be so guarded around me,” Harry says quietly, earnestly.

“That’s very sweet of you,” Louis says, putting his fork down. “But yes I do. Especially around you.”

Or, Louis needs a house. Harry offers him a home.

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California Sold (123K) by isthatyoularry | @isthatyoularry

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

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Until (61K) by allwaswell16 | @allwaswell16

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

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take me back, take me back (32K) by eynap | @panye

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Niall says. He puts his head between his hands. “How is this happening?”

“I didn’t want to say anything,” Harry says. “I wanted you to figure it out on your own.”

“You think I like Shawn, too?” Niall asks and he’s shocked. “If anyone is supposed to tell me that I’m gay it’s supposed to be my gay best friend!”

Or, 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.

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Only Angel (5K) by starryhaze | @starryhaze28

“If I’m an angel, what does that make you?” The angel asks.

“A sinner,” Louis answers.

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or the one where Louis is in Japan and stumbles upon a boy wearing angel wings

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as a river flows (surely to the sea) (50K) by honestlylemmejust

Louis is glad there are these obnoxious green disco lights flashing, because he’s pretty sure he’s blushing a lot and he really doesn’t want anyone to notice. It’s not real; it was just a silly misunderstanding. That’s why he didn’t want this to happen, he didn’t want to know what it could be like. But as long as him and Harry don’t kiss he’s fine, even if they’re both slightly tipsy, he will not kiss his best friend.

He’s afraid if he kisses him it might give him something to miss.

(Harry and Louis are good at pretending and it takes them a few tries to realize they never have to pretend when it comes to each other.)

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Peeping (16K) by jacaranda_bloom | @jacaranda-bloom

Louis hates his job as an accountant and desperately wants to be a teacher. Of course, that would mean going back to uni, which he can’t afford if he wants to keep up the mortgage payments on his house. It’s Niall that suggests Louis gets a housemate.

Harry is great around the house, loves cooking and cleaning, and everything is fine, lovely even. That is until Louis locks himself out of the house, and in his attempts to get inside, he stumbles upon Harry wanking to a video of Louis playing footy.

OR Louis has a thing for his housemate, Harry is under the impression that clothing around the house is an optional extra, and neither of them seem to be able to stop wanking long enough to get their shit together and admit their true feelings.

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gorgeous (it makes me so mad) by resurrectdead

Harry’s a coffee barista with nothing really going on for him except for the occasional flirting with, some, particularly hot male customers. But when a new guy starts coming in, he suddenly doesn’t know what to make out of any single situation anymore.

or: Harry is a hot mess. Liam is a brilliant roommate. Niall is a wise lesbian co-worker. Clifford is a good boy. Louis is a bad boy. Circumstances are bizarre.

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if youve made it this far, heres your icecream🍦

stat time!

1,876,165 words read (8% less than last month)

53 fics read (15% less than last month)

46 authors (21% less than last month)

same time next month?

#28th appreciation #fic rec #larry fics #hljournal #trackinghappily #monthly fic rec #tracksintheam #trackinghome #august fic rec #larry fic rec #hlficlibrary #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #larry stylinson

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A fic rec of One Direction fics with Louis as a service top/soft dom as requested in this ask. All the fics are H/L because I couldn't find any rare pairs for this rec. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

🌸 Home For The Holiday by @larrysmomfics

(M, 86k, movie au) A "The Holiday" inspired AU where Harry meets Louis after agreeing to swap houses with a stranger on the internet for three weeks over the holidays.

🌸 thinking about you (little freak, jezebel) by abaddxns / @causticsunshine

(E, 21k, domestic) Louis comes home to his pretty wife.

🌸 A Simple Twisted Fate by Cyantific / @beyondxmeasure

(E, 18k, famous/not famous) Global rock star Harry Styles has some time to kill between tour dates and stumbles into a Doncaster tattoo shop with a desire for some new ink. He has a few other desires as well, but those he must keep to himself.

🌸 Baby It's Cold Outside by @silverstuff50

(E, 12k, delivery boy) Louis is delivering pizza to Harry, his favourite customer, when he realises the man needs more than comfort food.

🌸 Little Things by BurningFlesh

(E, 11k, canon) Louis is doing interviews for his upcoming tour, and Harry cant handle being away from him. Every picture, every video that surfaced online only served to remind Harry of how much he missed his husband, and how fucking hot he is.

🌸 every day and tomorrow night by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 8k, high school) “You know the rule, Z,” Harry answers, still not pulling his eyes away from this unexpected Adonis. “If I lick it, it’s mine.”

🌸 Your Skin On Mine (I'm Losing Control) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(E, 6k, watersports) Harry's birthday is the kinkiest day of his year. He gets to plan whatever adventures he wants, and he knows Louis wants it just as much.

🌸 Open Up Your Honey Pot by homemotif / @polaroidlouis

(E, 4k, omegaverse) louis’ helpless when it comes to his omega. and harry’s kind of in charge.

🌸 Take Care by everysingleday

(M, 4k, uni) Harry’s exhausted and needy and Louis loves him entirely too much to ever say no.

🌸 Tender Hearted by homemotif / @polaroidlouis

(E, 3k, mpreg) It hadn’t taken long then for Harry to clue in the fact that Louis was enthralled with his newly bloomed breasts.

🌸 Soft Dom-onstration by me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst

(E, 2k, BDSM club) “I’m Louis, and this is my sub, Harry. We are here to give an exhibit about soft domming and fucking machines.”

🌸 such a pretty face, on a pretty neck by madomtomlinson

(E, 2k, emotional hurt/comfort) Harry has too many emotions. Louis is there to help him.

🌸 she’s in my dreams and in my bed by girlfriendrry

(NR, 2k, girl direction) harry wakes up from her nap with a bit of a situation, louis helps with that

🌸 Hands On You by Amanda_Styles69

(E, 2k, escort Louis) Harry is getting bored with himself, so he takes up his friend Niall's suggestion and calls a sex service.

🌸 make me dizzy (feel it in my fingertips) by stretchmybones / @lookwhatyoumademelou

(E, 1k, omegaverse) Harry whimpered at the pet names he could never get enough of. “Whatever shall I do with you?” Louis’ voice soft, but teasing.

🌸 you'll like it right there by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

(E, 1k, pwp) The curly-haired man was sobbing into the sheets, hips fidgeting every time Louis’s fingers grew closer to that spot inside of him where he craved it the most – only to slip away, never providing him the satisfaction he needed.

🌸 give me toothaches just from kissin' me by mercutionotromeo

(E, 1k, pwp) Harry, Louis, and soft, gentle reunion sex.

#weekly recs #1dsquad #1dficvillage #hlcreators #hltracks #hljournal #trackinghappily #trackinghome

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April and May Fic Recs

Happy (belated) 28th!! Here's a list of a few fics I enjoyed in April and May! (Unfortunately without summaries because the list was getting long)

⋆⋆ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson ⋆⋆

⋆ where we landed by @blueskiesrry ⋆

Mature | 70k | Slow Burn, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Sickfic

⋆ ocean wave blues by @babyhoneyheslt ⋆

Mature | 49.3k | Pirates, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

⋆ Quiet People Have The Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 ⋆

Mature | 38k | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mute Louis, Sign Language

⋆ Checking Them Out?: How To Use Your Library Science Degree To Get an Alpha by @insightfulinsomniac ⋆

Explicit | 19.9k | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Fluff, Smut

⋆ In-flight entertainment by @lunarheslwt ⋆

Explicit | 6.8k | Light Dom/Sub, Watersports, Established Relationship

⋆ Glass Closets and Greenhouses by @tiredtiredtz ⋆

Explicit | 60.9k | Strangers to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Fake/Pretend Relationship

⋆ Save Me From Myself by @imogenleewriter ⋆

Explicit | 159.3k | Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Light BDSM, Light Dom/Sub

⋆ If You Like Causing Trouble Up in Hotel Rooms by @cc-horan28 ⋆

Explicit | 3.4k | Smut, Harry Styles is Obsessed with Louis Tomlinson, Dom/Sub Undertones

⋆ Needing You More and More, Let's Give Love A Try by supernope ⋆

Explicit | 33.9k | Friends to Lovers, Mpreg Harry, Lawyer Louis

⋆ deep in my heart i know there's only you by ballsdeepinjesus ⋆

Explicit | 23.1k | Mpreg, Friends to Lovers

⋆ Screaming But Daddy I Love Him by @wishingforloushair ⋆

Explicit | 21.8k | Loss of Virginity, Religious Guilt, Religious Discussion, Really Mild Homophobia

⋆ Sugar, Sugar by @parmahamlarrie ⋆

Explicit | 25k | Alternative Universe - Sugar Daddy, Alternative Universe - Soulmates, Strangers to Lovers

⋆ oh so familiar by @insightfulinsomniac ⋆

Explicit | 13.2k | Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, vampire!Louis, witch!Harry

⋆ On Love's Doorstep by @hellolovers13 ⋆

Teen and Up Audiences | 1.6k | Fluff, Harry Styles Wears a Dress, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Meet-Cute

⋆ A Hand to Hold and a Hand Held by @londonfoginacup | LadyLondonderry ⋆

Not Rated | 5.6k | Mpreg, Famous Louis, Non-Famous Harry, Alternate Universe - Teachers

⋆ i would know you from touch alone by @harruandlou | staybeautiful ⋆

Explicit | 72.8k | Soulmates, Enemies to Lovers, Organized Crime, Slow Burn

⋆ the very last drops of an ink pen by @harruandlou | staybeautiful ⋆

Explicit | 47.5k | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Music Industry, Miscommunication, Angst, Getting Back Together

⋆ The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by @kingsofeverything ⋆

Explicit | 109k | Infidelity, Sexuality Crisis, Older Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Miscommunication, Falling In Love

⋆ you, in every color by @blueskiesrry ⋆

Explicit | 38k | Alternate Universe - Fashion & Models, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Idiots in Love, Fluff

⋆⋆ Rare Pairs ⋆⋆

⋆ you gave me a ring, lad! by @theeliampayne | wemadethishome ⋆

Liam Payne & Louis Tomlinson General Audiences | 236 | Friendship, Rings, louis got his ring!!

⋆ crying, denying, and movie nights by @theeliampayne | wemadethishome ⋆

Zayn Malik/Liam Payne General Audiences | 466 | Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Movie Night, Cuddling & Snuggling

⋆ I'd Follow You To Any Place by @cc-horan28 ⋆

Niall Horan/Harry Styles General Audiences | 5.9k | Alternate Universe - Non-Famous, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Niall Horan Loves Harry Styles, harry and animals, niall and animals

#28th appreciation #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #hlsource #hlcreators #1dsource #yourlarrysource #1d source #one direction #ao3 feed larry #larry fanfiction #fic recs #fic rec #september fic rec

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💟I Hope We Never Change💟

Harry/Louis | E | 13k | genderfluid harry, angst, canon compliant, gender dysphoria

“I just wanted to try how it feels.” “The clothes?” Niall asked .Harry nodded. “Is that, that's too weird right, I shouldn't-” “Hey, stop it. I told you already, it's not weird. It's just how you feel. That's okay. You can try whatever you want, okay. And you can always, always talk to me. Remember that.” or Harry is confused about everything, so is Louis. At least they have Niall.

🌱Plant New Seeds🌱

Harry/Louis | T | 2k | meet cute

L: i think i might have a watering ghost. There’s water on that plant and it sure wasn’t me Z: 👻💦 either that or you’re just sleepwalking. Best guess is still the magical plant thing. Lemme know if you find your princess 😘 or Someone was desperately trying to keep Louis' poor houseplant alive.

💞Up on the Roof with a School Girl Crush💞

Harry/Louis | M | 4k | meet cute

Harry was just trying to get some work done and have a quiet night in. He did not expect to become host to a drunken Louis, who had overestimated his Halloween costume's ability to fly.

🚑haunted🚑

Harry/Louis | M | 1k | TW: miscarriage, stillbirth

Before 24 weeks it's considered a miscarriage, not a stillbirth. No matter that he had to go through labour. No matter that he was holding his child in his arms.

🍼fragile line🍼 (second part to haunted)

Harry/Louis | M | 2k | TW: talk of abortion and suicide, mention of previous miscarriage, stillbirth

Now, five different fonts told him the same thing. Pregnant.

🌃Chicago🌃

Harry/Louis | G | 3.5k | getting back together, momrry

They hadn't seen each other in four years, why was Louis still writing songs about Harry? Larry take on the song Chicago

🛏️London🛏️ (second part to Chicago) Harry/Louis | M | 2k | fluff, kid fic, momrry

A lazy morning in bed. Finally home.

👶Glasgow👶 (third part to Chicago) Harry/Louis | T | 2k | fluff, kid fic, momrry

Louis' first moments with his newborn daughter.

🎄Every Snowflake Is Different (Just Like You)🎄

Harry/Louis | E | 20k | meet cute, christmas fic, genderfluid harry

Turns out, getting snowed in with your not quite One-Night Stand wasn’t actually that bad. But the snow wouldn’t last forever. Was there a chance for love even after the snow had melted?

👄Slow Hands👄

Harry/Niall Harry/Louis | E | 3k | smut, dom louis, sub harry, genderfluid harry

“Wait. So when you say you’re genderfluid, that means sometimes you’re a girl, right?” “Uh, yeah.” “So when I asked what you’d do if you were a girl and you said ‘Niall’. Does that apply now?”

📞Love In Conversation 📞

Harry/Louis | T | 5k | meet cute, baking fails

King Arthur Baking Hotline. Your bread fell flat. Your cookies crumbled. Who do you turn to? The King Arthur Baker's Hotline. or Louis has a severe baking breakdown. Thankfully, he gets help from baking-hotline operator Harry.

❄️love drunk, waiting on a miracle ❄️

Harry/Louis | T | 15.6k | coffeshop au, christmas fic

Harry has a bit of a crush on a customer. Thankfully, the feeling is mutual. These are their first 24 days together.

🍆Pretty Miscalculations🍆 (part one of the Mess Me Up Series)

Harry/Louis | E | 5.2k | dom louis, sub harry, sex toys, nipple play, aftercare

After rudely interrupting Louis’ Christmas shopping, Louis offers Harry a choice and an opportunity to try out his new purchases.

🌶️Hits Different🌶️ (part two of the Mess Me Up Series)

Harry/Louis | E | 4.8k | dom louis, sub harry, spanking, daddy kink

After their one night together Louis had not expected Harry back for more. Turns out he was wrong.

🍼known it all this time (of tiktoks and baby making)🍼

Harry/Louis | E | 1.7k | smut, pregnancy kink, momrry

If Harry doesn't stop sending Louis those videos, who knows what's gonna happen.

👑The Pros and Cons of Breathing👑

Harry/Louis | E | 82k | A/B/O, arranged marriage, historical fantasy, angst, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, trauma

Harry wiped the tears from his cheeks. No. He’d not been raised to give up. He’d find a way to survive this. He might be an omega, but he’d never been weak and he wouldn’t start now. His gaze fell to Louis, who was already asleep, chest rising and falling evenly. Harry would become the perfect omega for him. No matter the disgust he might feel in doing so. It was his duty, after all. or Omega Harry has always known he'd be married off someday. It's to be expected, given his station. So his betrothal to Prince Louis comes as no surprise. While he's nervous about leaving his home, and the life and people he knows, he's still hopeful for a good match and a happy marriage. But when Louis avoids him at all costs, and is downright cruel to him at times, it leaves Harry trying to make sense of his new life alone. Can he find happiness - and a home - even in a broken marriage?

🌷Something Secret🌷 (TPACOB - Companion)

Niall/Zayn | E | 3.5k | A/B/O, fluff, falling in love

Eternity starts with a pink rose.

👰Wed’n Walk (Or, We Went to Amsterdam Together)👰

Harry/Louis | E | 11.4k | friends to lovers, fake married au

When Harry had first started planning his honeymoon to Amsterdam, he had not envisioned ending up there with his best friend. Or getting fake-married to him for 24 hours.

🪴Unplant🪴

Harry/Louis | M | 4k | strangers to lovers, trans harry

Please do not disturb my plant She needs 2 hours of sunlight a day and I live in a sunless flat I’ll be back to collect her soon Thank you and stay well. or Louis should've looked where he was going, then he wouldn't have to desperately try to save a little flower now.

🏆Brit's AU (The Kissing Game)🏆

Harry/Louis, Niall/Lewis Capaldi | E | | 1,5k | crack, one direction reunion, kissing

Lewis' quest to reunite One Direction via kiss

😟play pretend😟

Harry/Louis | T | 1k | gender dysphoria, depression, implied self harm, trans harry

just a bad day for him for her

🩷His and Hers🩵

Harry/Louis | T | 1.8k | trans Harry, canon compliant, fluff, tiny bit of angst

It's just a blanket, it shouldn't make Harry freak out like this

🌇Together We're the Greatest🌇

Harry/Louis | E | 4.6k | dystopia, getting back together, blood and injury, angst, soulmates, misunderstandings, hand jobs, hurt/comfort

“How the fuck does this always happen to you?” Louis huffed, pulling Harry's limp body into the half fallen apart car he'd borrowed for this. Well, he didn't intend to give it back, really, but insurance covered theft, did it not? And this thing was basically held together with duct tape and good faith, so really, the former owners should thank him for taking it off their hands. - It's not the first time Louis has to stitch Harry back together, but Louis will make sure it is the last.

🏳️‍⚧️Hold Me Tight (Or Don’t)🏳️‍⚧️

Harry/Louis | E | 13.6k | trans harry, famous/non-famous au, fangirl harry, angst, falling in love

Falling in love with Louis is easy enough. Separating Louis from the singer persona Harry has been a fan of for years, however, is not. But she's not the only one making assumptions.

💗Til the Afterglow💗

Louis/Niall/Harry | E | 8.1k | A/B/O, heats, falling in love, smut

When Harry goes into heat in a random hotel room a thousand miles from home, there's more than one Alpha offering his help. Harry can't possibly be asked to choose.

☕I'll Get You Through☕

Harry/Louis | G | 1.1k | pining, domestic

Louis will always pick up when Harry calls. Always.

Ω we don't fight fair Ω

Harry/Louis | E | 2k | A/B/O, smut, non-traditional A/B/O dynamics

“What, you think I'll just roll over for you now?” The smirk on Louis’ face was almost devilish. “Yes,” He breathed against Harry’s lips, cocky and sure, like it was a fact of life. It sent all kinds of shivers through Harry. God, but he wanted to. Wanted Louis to have him right against this wall, let everyone see how he fell apart under him. But not tonight. Harry fixed his posture, standing up straighter and trying to get himself under control. “I don't think so, omega.” Or: Nothing like a little chase to start off Louis' heat.

👗Secret Moments👗 (First Part of the She Series)

Harry | G | 1.7k | trans harry, gender things, gender euphoria

Harry's first dress.

🫂The Truth In Me🫂 (Second Part of the She Series)

Harry & Zayn | G | 1.1k | trans harry, coming out, harry & zayn friendship

Harry is ready to come out to her best friend.

💄Hold On Tighter💄 (Third Part of the She Series)

Harry | G | 1.4k | trans harry, coming out, angst & feels

Harry finally has the house to herself again. Or so she thought.

📿Take the Moment and Taste It📿

Harry/Louis | E | 4.6k | strangers to lovers, smut, cheeky harry, meet cute

“You made him a bracelet?” “Yeah. It’s a whole thing, people make these friendship bracelets and trade them at the shows. I got a bunch from fans while I was there, but I wanted to give Harry one, with my number on it.” “Your number as in 28, your squad number, or your phone number?” Louis smirked. “You know which one.” or Louis didn't get the chance to give Harry his bracelet in person, but Harry isn't one to leave fate alone.

🧹Disenchanted Series🧹

Harry/Louis | E | 25.2k | witch!harry, strangers to lovers, Magic AU, slow burn

Witch Harry is just trying to live his life. Then there's Louis.

The Potion

If Harry were a calm and collected person, he would simply take the scroll back now and leave. Sadly, his mama had blessed him with lots of wonderful things, his soft curls, his biting green eyes, his magic affinity, but he had not inherited any of her patience. So instead, he got right up in Hedgehog’s face, thrilling at the fact he had to bend down just the tiniest bit to look into his eyes. Such a shame, too. This guy had pretty blue eyes and if he wasn't drenched in the stench of The Hunters™, he might've even made a decent fuck, but that was neither here nor there now. or Harry is a witch minding his own business, Louis is a nuisance.

The Escape

Harry is still minding his own business, Louis is still annoying. Well, fine. Maybe he is the tiniest bit helpful, too.

The Healer

Harry is trying to- Louis is- He's going to make it. Harry will make sure of that.

The Curse

Time for Harry to confront his past. Or not?

The Heart

True love isn't something that was ever going to be in the cards for Harry. It finds him anyway.

🧛If You Leave me🧛

Niall/Zayn | E | 5k | Vampire AU, Exes to Lovers, angst, smut, overthinking

Niall spends too much time in his own head, almost breaking his (and Zayn's) heart in the process.

💌Lonely Cards Club💌

Harry/Louis | T | 25.8k | Advent fluff, strangers?/exes?/friends? to lovers

Harry's life in Cardiff is rather uneventful. Until he receives a strange Christmas postcard. It gets even stranger when he finds another one the next day. 💌 An Advent story about missed opportunities and second chances.

🫂It's okay, 'cause you're not alone🫂

Niall/Zayn | T | 1k | panic attacks, canon compliant, hurt/comfort

Niall focussed on Zayn’s steady heartbeat, tried to use it to ground himself. thump, thump, thump One, two, three. He was safe. Always safe in Zayn’s arms.

💚Dreaming of a Green Christmas💚

Harry/Louis | E | 4.2k | Size Queen Louis, sex toys, Harry in panties

Harry opens the wrong package by mistake and finds the sex toy Louis ordered for himself. That's not an opportunity Harry can pass up on.

✒️What's in a Name✒️

Harry/Louis | T | 2.6k | Soulmate AU, Trans Harry, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers

Louis had always known Harry was his soulmate. The name on his arm disagreed. But what did his soulmark know about true love anyway.

🧟‍♂️Hope🧟‍♂️

Louis, Harry | T | 2k | Major Character Death, Zombie AU, fatherhood

A father's desperate journey against time.

🚪On Love's Doorstep🚪

Harry/Louis | T | 1.6k | Fluff, Harry in a dress

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

🍯we could be enough🍯

Harry/Louis | M | 5k | Trans Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, nesting, fluff

“You know I am flirting with you, right?” Louis freezes mid-bite. Just manages not to choke on his steak. Harry laughs a bit too loudly, almost like he’s nervous. “Yeah, should’ve known you weren’t the observant kind. You think I get this dressed up for a random dinner with a mate on a Tuesday night?” or Louis never imagined anyone could love him for who he truly is. Then he meets Harry.

🌟Stars over Amsterdam🌟

Harry/Louis | T | 4.7k | Exes to Lovers, Harry in a dress, idiots in love, Eras Tour

Louis remembers how stressed they were, trying to get tickets at all. The waiting for the email with the code, which only Louis got, the actual On-sale. How Harry stood behind him, peeling at his nails nervously. Trying not to distract Louis. But it had all gone smoothly and he had gotten the tickets within just a few minutes. Harry had jumped around Louis’s chair in excitement like a bouncing ball. Already starting to plan their outfits. A gold fringe dress for Harry, Fearless was his favourite album, after all, and a matching shirt he had found online for Louis. So people could tell right away they were an item. That was their plan. Before it all went to shit. or Fate in form of Eras Tour tickets forces Louis to meet up with his Ex. Hopefully soon to be Ex-Ex.

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imogenleewriter · 2 years

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You Can Hear It In The Silence - Imogenlee Complete - 235,000 words.

You read that correctly. Complete. It's complete.

When Harry Styles received acceptance into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat, leaving him with three options:

1) Moving back into student halls. 2) Becoming homeless. 3) Moving in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other friends. He ended up choosing the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his new housemates reminded him why he only has one friend. If Louis Tomlinson had to choose one thing couldn't stand, it would be pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If he had to choose something he couldn't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser.

In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they were opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that had no business be kept secret.

I have a fair few shout out's I want to give, because of course I do. Please excuse my Award Ceremony-esque speech. Obviously, without a doubt, I am so, so, SO thankful for everyone who has read it. The fact it was ever clicked on is incredible, so the fact that we're at 23k hits for a 10 week old WIP is mind-blowing. Thank you for everyone who has commented. If you sort every ao3 Larry fic ever written by comments, and go to page 3 out of 2100 you will find this little fic. As a 10 week old WIP, it was 42nd most commented on fic and nestled in between fics that are so (rightly) adored and I honestly don't understand it. Thank you for the kudos, and the bookmarks and subs.

Thank you for the stupid amount of people who went out of their way to rec it! I remember the first time I stumbled across a post where someone had sent in an anon to recommend it and I was in awe. And then it happened more and more often. I'd find them here, and on tiktok, and two days ago someone told me I'd been recc'd on twitter and I searched and found some. That's honestly mindblowing. And in the same vein, thank you @allwaswell16 and @twopoppies for sharing the anons they got (if other people did as well, thank you! I just never saw them). And honestly, a super massive thank you for @twopoppies because for a while there I was worried I was going to have to pay her for answering all the anons she got about it. Thank you to EVERYONE who ever reblogged or shared or liked anything here And thank you to the discord group who has put up with me having meltdowns every second night for the last month or sprinting with me every twenty minutes forever. It meant a lot. I'm worried I'm going to forget people (honestly DM and call me out if I do) but @enchantedlandcoffee @hellolovers13 @lunarheslwt @nooradeservedbetter @larry-hiatus @beardyboyzx @hereforh @faithinwalls369 @onlythebravest @zanniscaramouche @alwaysxlarrie @justanothershadeofblue @petitefleurlouis @larryatendoftheday @huggieshalo @paranormalbabydoll @loveislarryislove @paranormalbabydoll @larrysballetslippers @the-larry-way @goldenkinglouis @finelinelarents @thinlinez @thebreadvansstuff @justahappycloud @parmahamlarrie (Did you know I wrote my last chapter this week)

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And here is my top 10 TRC fics Part 2

6. There’s no place like my room.

This is a heartstring tugger. This takes place after the events of Greywaren but before the epilogue. Ronan has terrible dreams of an elderly and dying Adam and brings back Alzheimer’s disease drugs and medical equipment from his dreams. Adam is approached by the feds to join their new dreamer & dream protection. I love that Ronan has to go back to 300 Fox Way. Adam and Declan interact with each other. There’s a happy ending. Part of the ending is inspired by some Pynch fan-art from another artist.

7. In One Piece by creativefiend19

An apparently unfinished Fic but I thought it ended well enough. Another BDSM/kink fic, surprise, surprise. This one has great sex scenes that even have companion art works!

This is mostly Adam’s POV. Adam is still freaked out about the demon using him to choke Ronan. Ronan comforts him by sharing his kinky fantasies. Adam starts to wrap his mind around Ronan’s need for kink and subbing. There is a wealth of sex scenes. Adam thinks up a delightful Valentine’s Day gift for Ronan- sneaking into Aglionby’s Latin classroom to fulfill Ronan’s fantasy to have sex with Adam there. The story continues. The author makes good use of the canon “forsan er haec olim….” quote. Ronan is totally Ronan and makes a list of scenes he wants to do in Latin, lol. The fic goes on to flesh out the pre-Call Down the Hawk Pynch relationship exceedingly well. Highly recommend! The accompanying artwork by sneaky_git are fabulous as well!

8. Home to Me by Parakeats (the main story of the Time Travel AU) https://archiveofourown.org/series/1983088

This fic is so great but it’s unfinished 😭 I love it so much and I wish the author would finish it. Or at least give a synopsis of the ending. It’s an awesome story about a future, older AU Adam being sent back in time to the canon story because Cabeswater needs him. He lives in a slightly different dimension where he is married to Ronan, and his “sacrifice” was to the Greywaren himself, not Cabeswater (which is still in the future AU). Niall is still alive but sort of a villain. Younger, canon Adam is sent to the future AU with older long haired, in control of his power Ronan, but something is wrong with Matthew in this timeline.

This fic has an absolutely sexy and amazing AU of the AU companion smut Fic about younger Ronan coming on to older!Adam! older!Adam takes charge of the encounter and blows young!Ronan’s mind. Ooooo!

9. Another Lil_Redhead post Greywaren fic- ( though it’s an AU). This fic imagines a post-Greywaren-climax where Hennessy wasn’t able to grab all the little bits of Adam spirit from the sweetmetal sea and the lost part was Adam’s romantic love for Ronan. Adam goes back to Harvard quickly but Ronan is devastated. Ronan stays in Boston with Declan (and to be close-ish to Adam). Adam puts together the hints that he and Ronan were lovers, not just best friends. He finds his secret stash of Ronan porn on his phone and falls in lust and love again. This is another tear jerker but with a happy ending.

#the raven cycle #trc #ronan lynch #adam parrish #the dreamer trilogy #pynch

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06 - Made Of Something New : Sweden

Summary : you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, choking, pussy spanking, slight dom/sub dynamics, sub reader & sub niall, cheating (not on you, but none the less)

Word Count : 6.5k

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A/N : i’m so sorry this is a few days later than promised !! this chapter is almost purely smut, i hope it makes up for it ✌️

GIF : @horansqueen

February 13 - Stockholm, Sweden

*ding

*ding *ding

*ding

“fuck,” you mutter to yourself, reaching for your phone. 4 messages from niall. that was strange, you thought to yourself. he’d never been the one to message you first.

hey petal

this is probably weird, but i saw that you were in sweden

how long are you going to be there ?

actually, when do you finish work ? and do you have time to meet up before your flight ?

you read over his messages, smiling to yourself. you had no idea he was in sweden, last he had posted, he was in the uk. he had been there since christmas break actually.

hi niall, are you in the country ? i have a flight out on the 14th. i finish work in the afternoon, the day before. will you still be here by then ? - x

i’ll be there xx

that’s all you got. that, and later he had sent you a hotel name, telling you he’d confirm the room number once he got there.

and that’s where you find yourself now, walking down the long hallway to room 213.

you didn’t know what it was exactly. whether it was niall reaching out first. whether it was the vagueness of his messages. whether it was just a weird vibe you were able to pick up from him. but something felt different this time.

it’s been just under 3 months since italy. honestly you had missed niall terribly. he had spent the last few months at home, the holidays and all that. and now that his tour is done, he’s back to writing. so all in all, your arrangement seems to work quite nicely when you’re both traveling.

but when you’re the only one catching flights, and none of them are landing in the uk, the arrangement kind of sucks. it’s hard to meet up. you wonder if niall can feel that too. if he can feel the longing that’s been clawing at your chest. in the last 6 months, you’d only seen each other twice.

in theory, that should help with the pit in your stomach. the longer you go without each other, the more you get used to being apart. but that was the furthest thing from your reality at the moment. the longer you spend away from each other, the more sluggish you seem.

you spent your time wondering if he was okay. you remember a sort of heaviness in niall last time. you hope the break over the holidays has put the pep back into him. in your opinion, he’s severely over worked. you could never imagine being on the road, working, for basically the entire year. you’d rather do your head in.

you find yourself knocking at the door, hearing a shuffling coming from the other side, as niall gets closer. then there’s a click, and the door is swinging open.

and well no, the break doesn’t seem to have done him any good. his eyes are somehow heavier, a slight gloom that didn’t seem to be there when you first met him.

“niall,” you murmur, smiling at him, as his arms quickly wind around your waist, pulling you into a hug, the door shutting behind you.

his face is quickly buried in your neck, breathing you in, arms squeezed tightly around you, “missed you so much, petal.”

you can hear the exhaustion in his voice. but in the last 30 seconds, you’ve also, thankfully, watched his shoulders relax, his body un-tensing.

niall’s teeth grip lightly into the oh so familiar chain around your neck, pulling away from you slowly, letting the necklace fall against your chest. his fingers dart out, running over the tiny intricate flower, “wearing this for me ?”

“for you ?” you question, your eyebrows furrowing as you look at him. “i haven’t taken it off since you put it on me.”

niall’s breath catches in his throat, because really ? you can’t be serious. he hasn’t seen anyone, never take off a piece of jewelry. even his mam used to take her wedding ring off to shower.

he squeezes his eyes shut, not able to let himself think too much on anything. he’ll just depress himself more, and this is supposed to be a happy weekend. he pulls you to him, his lips crashing against yours in a needy kiss.

you wrap your arms around niall’s neck, getting on your tiptoes to reach better, kissing him back like your life depended on it. you were both relieved and saddened, seeing him. relieved because fuck, here he is. it’s been so fuckin long and here he is. but sad because you know he’s sad. you know something’s wrong. you want to help.

but that entire thought process seems to have disappeared in an instant as you felt his mouth on yours. he had a way of doing that for you. everything disappeared when you were with niall. you love it. and you can’t imagine how much more amazing that must feel for him.

“want you, niall,” you whisper against his lips, one hand gripping into his hair. “please, v’missed you so much.”

niall groans, fingers digging hard into the swell of your ass, “haven’t even seen the room yet,” he hums, mouth still attached to yours.

“later,” you whine softly, hips rolling against his. “formalities later, want you.”

“needy today,” niall bites into your lip, his hands roaming down to your thighs, picking you up and heading towards the bed.

“mhmm,” you hum, pulling away from his mouth to look at him. “wanna feel you again. s’been way too long.”

niall nods, biting his lip, “i did good then ?” he asks, laying you down on the bed, crawling over you.

“what do you mean ?” you ask softly, hands reaching up to rub over his chest, feeling his muscles twitch under your touch.

“i um-“ niall closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “i was in the uk this morning. i was so fuckin sick of waiting for us to be in the same city.”

he wasn’t planning on telling you that. this is not part of the agreement, he knows that. this is him being way more selfish than he has been. than he ever planned on being. but he needed you. he needed you so fucking badly, what else was he supposed to do ?

“wait, what ?” you look up at him, eyes locking on his to take this in, because is he really implying what you think he’s implying ?

“i’m only in sweden for you,” he whispers. “please don’t be mad. i know this isn’t what we said we’d do. i just fuckin needed you, petal,” he adds quietly, his lips connecting with yours before you even have time to process what he said, let alone reply to it.

your head is swimming. how could you ever be mad ? someone flew out of their country to come see you for just one day ? fuck the agreement from vancouver, what is going on, that made him need to see you so badly ?

you manage to pull away from his attack on your mouth, cupping his cheek, “i could never be mad at you niall. i’m here for you, when you need me. within reason, obviously,” you giggle lightly. “do you wanna talk about what’s wrong ?”

he shakes his head, no, niall’s nose softly gliding against yours, “wanna feel you. remember what we said in italy, petal ?”

and fuck how could you forget. after niall had finished fucking you into oblivion on the counter, he sat with you, asking if the random turn of dominance, and roughness was okay. granted that’s usually a conversation for before, but he trusts that you’d tell him to stop. also trusts that you know he would stop, in a heartbeat, if anything wasn’t good for you.

but when you said that you loved it, actually had a bit of a pain kink, and bondage was your absolute favourite thing, niall’s mind started reeling.

he admitted how good it felt, taking out his agressions, his sadness, his exhaustion. and well, you were more than happy to oblige.

you find yourself nodding, smiling at him, “would that feel good today ?”

“think so,” he groans, leaning back down to kiss your neck. one hand runs down your arm, gripping your hand and placing it above your head. “i’ve got that red sash again, can i use it ?” niall asks, slightly out of breath just thinking about you tied up for him again.

you whimper, hips bucking up into his, “please, loved it so much.”

“fuckin whimpering already,” niall groans, loving how deep into it you always seem to be, basking in the effect he has on you. “should have bought you dog tags instead of a rose.”

you bite your lip, blushing, unable to hold back the giggle, as niall jumps off the bed, going through his bag, coming back to you with the piece of satin fabric. he’s quick at getting your shirt off, your bra following along, both pieces of clothing piling up on the floor.

he gently takes both your hands, tying your first wrist tightly, but not enough to full on hurt, linking the satin through the headboard, tying up your other wrist just the same. “s’this okay ?” niall asks softly, leaving a series of soft kisses along your arm.

you give a tentative tug, a shot of warmth making your centre throb, as you feel the resistance of the fabric. “good,” you nod breathily, a look of pure bliss taking over your features.

“really weren’t kidding when you said you love being tied up, hmm ?” he asks, fingertips dancing over your skin, trailing over your chest, swiping over the swell of your breasts.

a shudder works its way through your body, feelings on overdrive from the moment you lost use of your hands.

niall quickly shimmies you out of your pants and underwear, his eyes making contact with your bare cunt.

a groan works its way from deep in his throat, as his hands grip into your inner thighs, prying them open, to see you absolutely drenched.

his brain barely has time to catch up, before he’s laying flat on his stomach, mouth snogging your sopping pussy.

you moan loudly, hands tugging hard on the sash, legs automatically trying to close on his head, niall’s hands dug into your thighs incredibly hard to keep you open for him, “f-fuck ni- shit.”

“fuckin love your cunt so much,” he groans, mouth pressed against your folds, licking all over with no rhythm, so lost in you. “taste so fuckin good pup, best cunt ever,” he mumbles.

niall’s tongue quickly delves deep inside you, lapping at your inner walls, nose pressed up tight against your clit, devouring you as if he was never going to see you again.

you were moaning loudly, your body on fire, hands tugging harder and harder against your restraints. your hips start bucking against his face, goosebumps erupting over your skin, head rolling back against the bed.

his tongue laps up at your clit, sucking it into his mouth, groaning around it. the vibration against your bundle of nerves, shot through your spine, an all encompassing warmth making its way down to your toes and out to your fingertips.

you could feel yourself dripping down to your bum, onto the mattress, surely mixed with a good amount of niall’s saliva. your brain felt foggy, the attack on your heat happening so quickly, you barely had time to catch up.

niall knew your orgasm was coming, could feel you throbbing over his tongue, so he switches over to quick flicks from your entrance to your clit, looking up as your body seizes up, your high ripping through you.

“fuck, fuck, niall,” you groan out, gasping for air, your legs trembling, as he doesn’t stop. “ni,” you whimper, your clit feeling incredibly sensitive.

he shakes his head, mouth still attached to your pussy, not giving you a break, “give me another one pup, c’mon,” he groans, his tongue delving right back into you. “taste so fuckin good, can’t stop. you’re so fuckin good,” he murmurs the last part, mouth sucking over your folds.

you were seeing stars, skin prickling, your wrists raw from all the tugging you’ve been doing. you were gasping for air, back arching off the bed, toes curling, as your face rolled to tuck itself into your arm. everything was on overdrive and your body wasn’t sure how to react.

but niall didn’t let up, kept sucking, licking, nipping, until he could feel another orgasm on the way. until he could feel you clenching around his tongue. “s’it, fuck, you can do it, puppy.”

you whine loudly, your second orgasm of the night washing over you, hips rising off the bed, niall’s mouth quick to follow you.

as you come down from your high, niall slows down with you, pecking softly against your outer lips and inner thighs. his hands take the opportunity to roam over your hips and thighs, hearing him murmur, “so good. such a fuckin good girl for me. so lucky to have you.”

he watches you catch your breath, getting up on his elbows to kiss over your tummy, “feeling good ?”

“mhmm,” you hum breathily. you were in a blissful post orgasm haze, your cunt throbbing, thoroughly enjoying all the soft pecks from niall’s lips, leaving a trail of sticky wetness he’s collected from your centre.

niall lifts himself a bit more, catching a glimpse of your sopping, abused pussy, biting his lip, as he now stares, absolutely mesmerized.

“let me just- let me clean you up,” he groans, his tongue taking one long stripe against your slit, collecting any bit of arousal.

the touch made your hips jump, shying away from him, already so overstimulated.

“mmh- dont,” niall moans, mouth following you as he laps up a few more long strokes. he can feel himself getting lost in you again, his fingers digging into your hips to keep you in place.

“niall,” you whimper, your body shaking, arms tugging impossibly harder to try and free your hands. your breath gets caught in your throat, eyes rolling back as you feel him dip a finger inside you.

“one more pup, please. can’t fuckin get enough,” he groans against you, a second finger joining the first. he’s quick to find the spongey spot inside you, fingertips rubbing hard, as your clit gets sucked harshly into his mouth, tongue flicking quickly.

you moan out loudly, your third orgasm creeping up on you faster than you could even see it coming. you’re sure you blacked out momentarily, the high so incredibly overwhelming.

niall pulls his fingers away, tongue taking one last languid stroke, pulling away from your abused cunt, reaching up to untie the sash, lips crashing onto yours.

your hands are quick to find their familiar spot in his hair, your body rolling into his, as you kiss him back just as needily.

“are you okay ?” he whispers quietly against your mouth, nose rubbing against yours.

“don’t think i could feel better right now,” you giggle breathily, one hand cupping his jaw, noticing the bruises in your wrists.

niall notices as well, taking your arms in his hands, trailing soft kisses over your bruised skin, “sure you’re okay ? fuck, that looks painful. m’sorry pet, was so lost in it, wasn’t thinking.”

“niall,” you coo, to get his attention. “m’fine. really. it doesn’t hurt that bad. i honestly feel fuckin amazing right now.”

he involuntarily rolls his hips into yours, groaning, as he suddenly realizes that he’s painfully hard, and still wearing all of his clothes.

his lips slot with yours again, tongue quick to enter your mouth, groaning again, needing some relief for himself. niall rolls over you, his knee pressing itself between your legs.

his mouth sucks some kisses down from your chin, following your jaw to your neck, “too spent for a good dicking ?”

you giggle breathily, humming, “never.”

“that’s my girl,” niall murmurs, pulling away from your neck to finally pull his shirt off.

your hands immediately place themselves on his skin, roaming over his chest and stomach, watching his muscles twitching under your touch.

you’d missed him so much. it worried you. with every passing opportunity that you get to see him, you feel more complete. there was something about niall that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

since you met him, 9 months ago now, your friends had introduced you to some men that they assured were perfect for you. but the more you talked to them, the more you longed for an irish accent. the more you missed those deep blue eyes. the more you yearned for soft hands with calloused fingers to grip into your skin. the more you wished they were niall.

he had ruined you for anyone else, and a part of you was okay with that, but 3 months without him was absolute torture. it all seemed to really hit you when your hands properly collided with his skin. you’re not sure you want anyone else. ever.

your hands glide over him, fingers flicking over his nipples from time to time, watching him shuffle out of his pants and boxers. niall’s hands find yours, pulling you into a sitting position, lips pecking yours quickly. he keeps pulling you forward until your face is pressed down into the mattress towards the end of the bed, bum high in the air.

niall crawls on his knees until he’s behind you, hands gripping into your ass, eyes watching your cunt, “you’re still fuckin soaked.”

you bite your lip to hold down a moan, a bit embarrassed by the effect he has on you. how saying any little thing gets you completely riled up.

without being able to see, you feel the tip of niall’s cock, as he rubs himself through your slit, collecting your arousal.

you moan softly, relaxing into the mattress, his member slowly breaching your entrance. he rocks his hips slowly, small thrusts working himself in and out of you, until he’s fully settled.

you wiggle your hips slightly, his cock sitting deep inside you, your eyes fluttering shut at the fullness. his hands hold onto your hips tightly, pulling almost all the way out, thrusting back into you roughly.

the whimper gets caught in your throat, hands digging into the mattress below you, niall doing it again, and again.

the driving force of niall’s hips have him buzzing. his head tipped back on his shoulders, grunts and breathy moans leaving his red bitten lips, “cunt takes me so well. fuckin made for me weren’t you ? little pup made to take my cock. gotta see how good you look taking it.”

as the words leave his mouth, niall’s fingers wind themselves into your hair, tugging hard until your back is pressed to his chest, prick still buried deep inside you.

his arms quickly wind themselves around your body to hold you up, nose rubbing up against your shoulder to your neck, “open your eyes.”

you blink your eyes open, pupils falling on the mirror hanging above the dresser on the opposite wall from the bed. as soon as your eyes lock with your reflection, you bite into your lip, head lulling back onto niall’s shoulder.

“want you to look,” niall groans, his hand wrapping around your neck, giving a tentative squeeze, making your eyes snap open. “want you to see how fuckin beautiful you are when you take me.”

you whimper, a tremble running through your body as you struggle to keep your eyes open. niall’s cock was rutting against your sweet spot, your pussy already so overstimulated from your 3 previous orgasms.

your eyes start to close again, niall landing a hard smack right on your clit, “what did i fuckin say ?”

you moan loudly, eyes blinking open again, doing your best to watch. your staring at niall’s cock delving in and out of you, watching your arousal run down his cock to his balls, watching your legs start to tremble.

one of your hands winds its way back into niall’s hair, your face turning into his neck to kiss his skin, chest heaving for breath, looking to anchor yourself to him in some way.

but niall’s hand is quick to collide with your clit again, his other hand grasping your nipple, twisting it. a gasp leaves your chest, as your head lurches forward to look at your reflection again.

your entire body was trembling now, the heat in your stomach building incredibly fast, “niall,” you whimper, locking eyes with his through the mirror, “need to cum niall, please.”

“gonna fuckin watch ?” he asks, gently tapping against your clit, his thrusts getting harder and sloppier, his orgasm right around the corner as well.

“promise. fuck, promise. please can i cum ?” you whine, your cunt already starting to clench on him, struggling to hold back.

“cum for me,” niall grunts into your ear, as his hand winds its way around your throat again, squeezing tightly, your pussy gripping onto his prick like a vice.

your eyes are locked in the mirror, a wave of extra heat coursing through you, watching as your centre gushes onto the bed below. niall moans loudly, face tucked into your neck, his high hitting hard, “fuckin look at you. soaking my cock, christ, you’re such a good girl.”

you can feel how full you’re becoming as niall spurts ribbon after ribbon of hot cum. your entire body is a shaking mess, leaned heavily on him for support as you work at catching your breath.

niall slowly pulls out of you, a whimper leaving your lips, as your cunt clenches on nothing, small dribble of cum leaking down your thighs. he helps you lay down comfortably on the bed, joining you in a cuddle.

“think i’ve said it before,” niall mutters, lips pressing over any bit of your skin he can reach. “but, that was seriously the best.”

you giggle, cuddling up into him more, “didn’t know getting my pussy spanked would become one of my favourite things.”

niall groans at that, his lips reaching yours in a seething kiss, “didn’t know i’d love doing it so much. fuck petal, you look so good taking it.”

“did it work ?” you ask quietly, mouth ghosting his, as your hands roam soothingly over his skin, the look of confusion on his features making you go on, “like, did it help ? to use me like that. do you feel better ?”

honestly, niall had completely forgotten everything that was tearing at his insides. he feels light, airy, bubbly even. no lingering trace of heaviness in his head, on his heart.

the only weight he feels at the moment is in his chest. and it’s not a bad one this time. it’s like the moment you realize you have something so good. so precious. and it feels like you’re the luckiest person on the planet to have found it. you’ll do everything in your power to protect it. to keep it safe.

“you have no idea the kind of power you have over me,” he whispers, his hand cupping your jaw as he speaks. “you’re fuckin intoxicating to me. like the most powerful drug i’ve ever encountered. you somehow take every bad thing away from me, i feel like i owe you so much.”

you shake your head, hands massaging his shoulders, “listen to me,” you hum with conviction. “you dont ever owe me anything. i dont think you realize it, but you do it for me too. and knowing that i can make someone feel so good, is absolutely enough for me.”

“i’m honestly the luckiest lad on the planet. people should be fuckin throwing themselves at you,” he chuckles, shaking his head, as he takes a deep breath. “on that note,” he adds, “should probably clean you up yeah ? must be leaking so much. then maybe we can eat ? i’m starving.”

you laugh, nodding your head, as niall, your niall, the one you’ve known so well, steps away from you to rush over to the bathroom for a washcloth, cleaning you up, biting his lip as he sees the state of your abused cunt. he takes in the puffiness of your folds, swollen clit peaking out, as he shakes his head, “sure you’re okay ? feel like i must’ve hurt you so much.”

“stop,” you giggle, “i swear, m’fine. i like this remember.”

“i know, i know, you keep saying that. but this is really the first time i’ve ever done anything like this to anyone,” he coos. “never seen someone bruised up and so fuckin swollen after sex.”

“forget about it honey, i love the pain. lets take your mind off it, yeah ? have some dinner,” you suggest, sitting up and reaching for niall’s discarded shirt, slipping it on and nothing else. “since i haven’t seen this room yet, can you lead the way ?”

niall nods, hopping off the bed, pulling some pants on, hand resting on the small of your back, as he leads you through the suite. he shows you the bathroom, the small kitchen esque space, and the living room with a large couch, big fireplace next to the window that overlooks the city below you, completely lit up now that the sun has gone down.

you both share some amazing room service, niall lighting a fire, getting cozy with you on the couch as you both chat away.

he doesn’t tell you much about what’s been bothering him, but you can tell that he’s feeling so much better. it’s like you have the ability to liquify yourself and shoot through his veins like the best heroin this earth has to offer. it’s the first time you can really see how much you seem to be able to do for him.

so you dont pry, you dont want him to have to relive all of the things that were bothering him, especially now that he’s visibly, infinitely better. how could you let him fall back into the depths of despair. you dont think your cunt could handle another round of “make niall feel better” tonight.

eventually, the fire starts to run low, the late hours starting to make themselves known, as you both show signs of fatigue. your work day, niall’s day of travels to get here, really showing on your faces.

you both make your way back into the bedroom, cuddling up in bed, niall’s lips pecking over your head that’s tucked into him. “i’m so thankful for you. and everything you do for me. everything. seriously, petal, thank you.”

and that’s the last thing your brain registers before falling asleep.

niall woke up the next morning, your alarm blaring from the nightstand, a heavy weight in his chest. he feels you slip through his arms to shut your alarm off, flopping back down with a groan. he’s quick to wrap his arms around you again, head buried in your neck, his grip tight.

he couldn’t let you go. couldn’t fathom having you walk away so soon. his body literally ached. he was nauseous, holding back tears, taking deep breaths in an effort to calm himself, kissing along your neck as a form of distraction.

“can you delay your flight ?” you hear him murmur into your skin. the amount of pure desperation, sadness, gut wrenching pain you could hear seeping from his voice, made your chest tighten. you’d never heard him sound so broken.

your arms wrap themselves around him, head burying itself in his hair, cooing quietly, “are you okay honey ?”

you feel niall take a deep breath against your skin before speaking, “please, can you just- can you please stay one more day ?”

his arms have wound themselves tighter around you, unable to let you go. it’s always been hard to say goodbye, but for some reason, this time, is literally impossible. he doesn’t remember feeling this much pain in his chest, in a long time.

“i’ll call the airline,” you whisper, not able to leave him like this. you’ve known something’s been off about him. been able to feel it. it’s like a sixth sense you have with niall.

and although he seemed to be feeling a lot better last night, after having the opportunity to let it all out, using your body. which you absolutely loved, he’s welcomed to anytime. but this morning, all the hard work you’d put in to make him feel better, was washed away by the sound of your alarm.

relief floods him immediately, his chest not feeling as tight, his lungs able to take the first proper breath since he was woken by the loud beep beep beep. the kisses along your neck become more intense, more fevered, in a way to thank you. his throat is still too constricted, now holding back happy, relief filled tears, he doesn’t think he could manage words just yet.

“but i need to leave tomorrow,” you explain quietly, not wanting to disappoint him too too badly, but still needing to be honest and realistic with him. “i have to be at work the next day.”

niall nods, pulling away from your neck to look at you, “just one more day. really need one more day.”

you nod in understanding, wiggling your way out of his arms to make your phone call to the airline.

as you crawl back to join him in bed, you get an idea, “hey ni, you know how being more rough and dominant with me, makes you feel better ?”

he hums, as he nods, looking at you questioningly, “cant possibly tell me you want more of that ? i fuckin wrecked your cunt last night, still feel a bit bad to be honest.”

“stop,” you chuckle, smacking his chest playfully, as you climb onto him to straddle his waist. “have you ever wondered if you like the pain too ? there’s nothing quite like it, in my opinion, to help release all that pent up shit.”

“you-“ niall stops himself, heart rate picking up, his cock semi interested at the mention. “you want to dominate me ?” he asks. “i’ve really never done anything like that.”

“wanna try ?” you smirk, leaning down to kiss over the shell of his ear, kitten licking to get him more worked up.

your teeth grip into niall’s ear ring, giving a tug, making a deep groan work its way out of his chest. his back arches, eyes fluttering shut, as he grips into your left knee, dragging it up the bed, your dripping cunt properly exposed to him as his hips buck up.

the angle makes his clothed cock slide through your folds, catching on your clit with every glide.

“you like it too,” you whisper against niall’s ear, a smirk present on your lips, shimmying him our of his pants.

“maybe i do” niall mumbles breathily, as your grip in his hair tightens incredibly, tugging hard at the roots.

he tries to stifle the tiny whimper in the back of his throat, but you catch it, the smirk on your lips growing wider. “you definitely do,” you answer him.

you notice his eyes rolling back, the air leaving his body, as the thought takes over his brain. he’s battling with himself. does he really want this ? there’s no one he’d rather try with.

“can you- fuck, um-“ niall trails off.

you watch him attentively, curious about what could have him so worked up. so shy to talk to you. that’s never really happened. he’s always made it very clear that you’re his safety, someone he totally trusts.

“i’ve never done this petal, ever,” he murmurs again to try and explain his jumbled thoughts as his cock grows harder. “but-“ he sighs, “think it would feel good today. the pain.”

“fuck, niall, yeah ?” you ask, lifting yourself up, hips seated on his, his cock laying flat against your folds, neither of you moving as you talk through this.

“please,” he whispers, so much vulnerability visible in his eyes.

“can i ask you something ?” you hum, eyes locked on his, needing to properly gauge his reaction.

“anything,” he nods, hands rubbing soothingly over your thighs and hips.

“can i- can i leave marks ? if i’m supposed to hurt you,” you trail off. “nowhere obvious, but like,” you trail off again, not sure how to word what you want to ask. you are quite literally sitting on his cock, asking the full question feels wrong.

but niall knows what you’re asking and his eyes fill with incredible disappointment, anger, sadness, frustration. a single tear rolls its way down his cheek, before he blinks hard, willing the others away.

“can’t leave any marks,” he whispers, dread seeping through him. ��fuck, tomorrow i’ll be-“ and now it’s his turn to cut himself off.

you know what he’s implying. tomorrow he’ll be in the presence of someone that’s seeing his body. right down to the intimate places.

niall’s hands leave your thighs for a moment to dig his palms into his eyes. he didn’t think he could be more on edge. especially not with you right there. you always take the edge away.

but he’s angry. angry as fuck right now. because for the first time, he can’t take full advantage of being with you. the thing he needs from you today, for comfort, he can’t have. his safe space has been tainted for the first time since meeting you. and he’s not sure how to process that.

you notice the quick change in his demeanour, and every ounce of your being seems to crumble for him. this isn’t right, you think to yourself. you’re his safe space, you feel this incredible need to help him. there’s no way you’re letting him walk away from this without feeling infinitely better.

it’s not something you’d ever tell him, but it feels so rewarding to see how good you can make him feel. like you’ve truly helped someone. you can’t leave him stranded now.

so you think quick on your feet, indexes and thumbs reaching out for his nipples, giving them a sharp twist.

to say niall was not expecting that would be an understatement. his hips instantly buck up hard, cock sliding deliciously over your clit. he moans out loud, hands flying to grip onto you, any part of you he can reach.

“fuuuuck,” he groans, taking in a deep breath, eyes blinking up at you, a silent question etched on his eyes.

“i was just asking you a question. i can give you pain without leaving any marks,” you smile at him, flicking one of his nipples.

there you are. his safe space. always making things better, without even trying. niall didn’t think it was possible to adore you anymore, but here you are. there is no one like you. he feels so blessed to have been able to meet you. he hopes fate had something to do with it. it’s way too much to be a random coincidence.

“you’re in charge, pup, m’all yours,” he hums breathily, hips rolling up into yours, his body visibly relaxing into the bed.

“mmh,” you groan, biting your lip, a shot of arousal bubbling out of your cunt. “have no idea how much i loved hearing that.”

you roll your hips, feeling niall’s cock glide between your folds, unable to hold out any longer. you grip at the base of his member, sitting yourself on his prick.

niall moans out loudly, back arching off the bed, as his cock settles deep inside you, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs.

once seated, you completely stop moving your hips, fingertips lightly gliding over his stomach and chest. you can feel niall’s thighs trembling, his muscles jumping under your touch.

he tries to buck his hips, whining loudly, feeling absolutely tortured by your unmoving, fluttering cunt around him.

niall gasps out loudly, as your nails rake hard down his torso, calculated enough to be rough without leaving a trace, “fuck, fuck, please pet, need ya to move.”

“thought i was in charge,” you hum, tutting at him, twisting his nipples between your fingers again.

he whimpers loudly, his body trembling, mind buzzing at the feel of your cunt, his cock begging for any form of movement. begging for anything.

“look who’s whimpering now,” you groan, hand wrapping around niall’s neck, hold tightening, as you cut the airflow to his brain.

niall’s hips immediately leave the bed, lifting you along with him, your knees now hovering in mid air. “please, fuck, please,” he gasps breathily, air leaving his lungs.

“f-fuck,” you moan, your head tipping back, slowly losing your composure. this was absolutely torturing you as well. as full as you felt, and as good as that feeling was, your body was starting to give in.

“swear to fuckin god, the minute you move, m’gonna cum,” niall groans, trying to breathe deeply, trying to hold himself together. he never imagined that letting go of the control would make him lose his mind quite this much.

“guess i gotta get there too then,” you smirk, your hand gliding down your body, fingers reaching your clit, working over your sensitive button.

you moan out instantly, your pussy fluttering more and more over niall’s member, the more you flick and rub.

niall’s watching you attentively, taking shuddering breaths, as he’s working hard to hold himself together. he’s never ever been so close to the edge, without quite being able to get there.

“fuck, fuck ni, cum with me,” you groan, starting to bounce on him, both of you moaning out loudly.

niall sees stars, mind going blank, cumming harder than he ever remembers cumming. shooting hot spurts into you, filling you right up to the brim.

the look on his face, the loud pornographic moan, the extreme fullness his cum has provided, you lose yourself right along with him.

you watch over him as he catches his breath, hands gliding soothingly over your thighs, shaking his head, “never felt anything like that. fuck, petal, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. thank you for spending valentines day with me.”

realization crashes over you. yesterday was the 13th. that makes today the 14th. the weight of that hits you hard. did he plan some of this ? you know he could not have faked the look on his face, or the sound of his voice, this morning.

but still, he’d rather be here, with you, on a random trip to literally just be with you. what does his lady think ? where does she think he is this weekend ? he’d really rather spend it with you ?

you dont ask any of the questions on your mind. too caught up in a post orgasm haze, not wanting to make him think too much on it, as you really dont want to depress him again.

this is fine, you blatantly lie to yourself. it’s fine. it’s gotta be fine.

Part 7

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of May. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Seven, Seven | Explicit | 1877 words

“Hello, baby girl,” Harry says as soon as the nurse places the bundle of joy into his arms. “We’ve been dying to meet you.”

2) A Sunny Afternoon | Explicit | 2002 words

Harry gets together with friends to celebrate life and uses the occasion to announce that he officially has an album finished.

or the celebration of Harry's House before it became what it is now.

3) Five Zero Five | Explicit | 2502 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“So,” says Harry, and his fingers trail on Louis’ jaw, over his exposed neck. “I heard your cover tonight. Arctic Monkeys, really nice.” His fingers linger on Louis’ neck, stroke the Adam’s apple.

4) James Corden’s Lap Better Than Mine? | Mature | 3133 words

James takes Louis onto his lap, and Harry is furious. He cannot wait to get home and punish his kitten and show him Louis his.

5) Where The Water Touches The Sun | Explicit | 3400 words

Prompt #63: L&H in an established relationship where Louis is 5 months pregnant and the pheromones have made him horny as hell, it gets even worse when he wakes up and walks into his kitchen and sees his sexy husband fixing her sink with his shirt off. Maybe he has a fetish for men fixing things. Hot and kinky smut please. Harry calling lou a sexy milf while doing it and obviously the pregnancy kink stuff with h telling l about wanting to keep him full of his babies.

6) Student Teacher | Mature | 3901 words

Request: Louis is... 19 ish and Harry is 24 ish and umm So! Harry was like a student aid for one of Louis's classes in his Senior year of high school and Louis's friends always secretly teased him abt his crush on Harry. it wasn't that good of a secret bc Harry found out about it, he was 23 at the time and found it really funny. Anyways it's a couple of years later and Louis is a freshman in college and runs into Harry at a park while chasing his dog... coco, whos one of those white crusty alleyway dogs. (I love them.) Harry just hears a voice yelling and sees a dog running so he like catches the dog Louis catches up to Harry and he's all like. "omg." Harry looks Louis up and down and he's like "Oh you haven't grown." Louis pouts and then Harry ends up asking him out Louis gets scared and says no, but Harry gets his number anyways and they hang out at Harry's house (haha) as "friends" but they end up fucking on Harry's kitchen island instead of finishing decorating the cupcakes for Harry's goddaughter's bake sale fundraiser?

7) Ahora | Explicit | 4684 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Taylor Swift

Dom Taylor is tired and stressed after one of her shows at the Eras tour. Soft, sub Louis is waiting for her backstage. Rough sex ensues.

8) The Changing Season In A Messy World | Not Rated |8649 words

Prompt #35: H&L alpha son starting to get the teenage moody alpha hormones. One day he release all his anger on his sweet mother when he tried to talk to his son & harry don't really appreciate that. "He might be your mom, but he is my wife first & nobody talks to my wife like that"

9) Hide And Seek | Not Rated | 9808 words

Louis is 14 years old when his father dies and he's 19 when he meets General Styles.

10) Roommates | Mature| 13202 words

"I'm so happy I could kiss you! Thank you so much." Louis smiled up at Harry, who looked back with a daring smirk.

"Then why don't you?"

Louis blushed at that comment and leaned up pressing a gentle kiss to Harry's lips, it was soft and sweet. Something Harry hadn't experienced before.

"Happy?" Louis asked and giggled.

"Very." He answered.

11) Captain Cupid | Not Rated | 15331 words

“Right,” Niall started, finally getting the opportunity to unleash his horrible plan. “Well, as you both know, I’m an excellent matchmaker. A human Cupid.The best of the best at finding one's mate. And I’ve decided it’s time to make money doing it.”

“Oh, God no,” Louis groaned, picking up his empty plate and placing it in the sink. He needed to escape as quickly as possible.

Or the one where Niall enlists his friends to help start a speed dating side hustle. Things don't go as planned... or maybe they do?

12) After Hours | Explicit | 16707 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Pedro Pascal.

Louis Tomlinson is many things. A dancer, a barista, a one time con man. He's rarely experienced a good romantic relationship with a man but that's all about to change when he starts working at a nightclub in Texas.

13) The Mess We Created | Explicit | 21099 words

An innocent one night stand changed into something more than that.

14) Help Me, Help You Find Love | Explicit | 23781 words

“I help people hook up, not fall in love Styles”

“Think you can make an exception for me, Tomlinson?”

The one where they all attend a university for supernaturals and Werewolf Frat president and resident heartthrob Harry approaches on campus matchmaker Louis to help him find love.

15) Until The Pearls Get Lost | Explicit | 25519 words

London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help.

Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again.

With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

16) Fetish For My Love | Explicit | 27388 words

Louis has too many worries to even think about a moment of peace in the days that now exhaust him and become a complete rush for him. Fortunately, Harry doesn't take long to take care of the matter as he knows that he has wanted it so much, finding the solution in a particular sheet full of colored stickers.

17) And When It Rains, You're Shining Down For Me | Explicit | 37081 words

“This is Harry, he’ll be your patient,” Liam gestured politely.

Harry froze when Louis’ eyes met his own once more. He felt himself getting lost in those eyes, so much so that he didn’t notice Niall and Liam leaving the room quietly but the sound of the door shutting behind them brought him out of the trance.

“Hello, I’m Louis,” the omega said, extending his hand for Harry to shake. The alpha could still sense some nervousness in his stance but decided to ignore it.

“‘’m Harry.”

Or the one where Harry is a grumpy boxer who gets injured and Louis is the lovely physiotherapist hired to help him, but getting pregnant wasn’t exactly in his recovery plan.

18) Hold Me How the Deep Night Has | Explicit | 48018 words

Louis Tomlinson needs a change. Stuck in a cycle of going to the job he hates, spending time with his friends, and avoiding the one man he hates most in this world, Louis' in desperate need of something new. So when he discovers an abandoned notebook on the way to work, the decision is easy to take it for himself and begin a journal amidst the empty pages. What can't be expected are the words that appear overnight directly beside his own, written on the same day 400 years in the past. What are the consequences of a magical connection between two men of different centuries? And who, among it all, is the mysterious E who only exists on the other side of Louis' journal?

19) Letters | Explicit | 58346 words

Louis lost his Alpha and mate in a deadly accident a year ago. Since then he has been writing letters to better deal with the grief and loss. But suddenly he gets answers from Harry Styles, an Alpha who himself is looking for meaning in life besides his career.

20) Oh, To Be Vulnerable | Mature | 63429 words

Disgruntled nurse Harry is, what some would call, a bit of a loner. Aside from work, he spends most of his time alone, either taking trips to the Boston library or going for walks around Quincy Market, or wallowing in his own sadness. He doesn’t seem to mind too much though. He takes his job seriously, and he likes it enough that he shows up every day, so what could be worth threatening his peace that he has worked so hard to create?

Louis, an overly-chipper and easily excitable orthodontics resident, can’t help but instantly fall for the boy in the photo that Niall shows him. With his education soon coming to a close, he is ready to get back into the dating game, and what a wonderful sight to begin with. The relationship between Harry and Louis has all the highs and lows that typical relationships do, but will Harry learn to trust Louis enough to let him in? And will Louis be able to manage his life turning every which way while also figuring out Harry?

21) LOUIS. | Explicit | 72202 words

“Oh, by the way Harry Styles, my name is Louis, Louis Tomlinson!” And with one last bright smile towards Harry, Louis was gone and out of his sight.

You’re who I've been searching for my whole life.

It's You.

22) You're Umami Baby | Mature | 87427 words

Umami: The essence of deliciousness.

Harry is a chef who never experienced umami until he meets his new dishwasher, Louis.

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starrysaturdays · 2 months

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28th july fic rec!

another month, another fic rec

Fragments of Us (94K) by ifiwasabluebird

When Harry's lost cell phone falls into the hands of a mysterious stranger, his life is thrown into chaos. As the stranger begins to infiltrate every aspect of his life, Harry's relationship with Louis is put on the line. With each threatening message, Harry realises that it's not just his privacy at stake, but his very life.

Caught in a deadly game of cat and mouse, Harry must race against time to uncover the stalker's identity and stop them before it's too late.

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Late Night Talking (53K) by kingsofeverything | @kingsofeverything

Louis Tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. Promo season gets underway with a stop at Late Night Talking, the late night show hosted by Harry Styles, and Harry Styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date Louis a decade ago.

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Rewriting the Melody (26K) by LadyAJ_13 | @ladyaj-13

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.

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Heart Eyes (10K) by Snowy38

He fidgeted nervously, long fingers pushed through his soft fringe, fingertips lingering on the thick curls that he felt formed there. He hoped his hair looked okay. He hoped he looked okay.

He hoped-

“Oi oi!” Niall’s loud, Irish voice cut into the small space along with the loud chatter of the party; the door assumingly opened. He swallowed.

“Fuck off!” A northern accent complained; the sound of bodies wrestling before it went quiet again; the clunk of the lock confirming to him that his suitor was now locked inside.

Harry knew the voice. He knew. And if he hadn’t known the voice, he would have known the smoky, sweet scent of the boy before him. Seventeen years old, friends since they were eight, and they’d never been pushed into the kissing cupboard together before.

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Lend Me Your Hand (63K) by QuickedWeen | @becomeawendybird

Society has long since decided that the soulmarks everyone is born with are entirely unfashionable. They're just another way for people of a lower class to scam their way into marrying above their station.

Lord Louis Tomlinson, Viscount Loring, on the other hand, has always believed that he will find his soulmate one day. Despite preparing for a match his whole life, he is entirely unprepared for the arrival of Gemma Styles' younger brother.

Harry Styles has been traveling and away from society for over a year. Coming back, he intends to spend time with his sister, and slowly reacquaint himself with life in town. He doesn't need to wait around for a soulmark to determine how his life will play out.

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Where Life Changed Us (22K) by ExiledQueenCatalog

Omega Harry has a rare genetic disorder where he has no sense of smell. This has lots of odd effects such as him not being able to smell his own scent but most brutally, not being able to scent the way his inner omega desires. It also leaves him as a sort of odd-ball to the community, leaving him becoming touch starved as no one wants the omega who can’t scent. Until finally, he meets the right alpha.

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No One Does It Better (49K) by nodibs

Harry's an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn't the first time they've met.

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what must it be like to grow up that beautiful (8K) by angelsueavenue

Friends to lovers AU where Louis helps Harry grow into his role as a sub.

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The Checkout (12K) by SilverStuff50 | @silverstuff50

Omega Harry is a bit obsessed with one of the workers at the small supermarket around the corner from his flat. The problem is, it's the place where Harry goes for last minute items and emergencies, so the Alpha (Louis) always sees him buy embarrassing things.

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Standing On the Edge of Falling (5K) by therogueskimo | @bravetemptation

It’s Harry’s first security gig, and somehow, he landed Glastonbury. Unfortunately, he’s been tasked with telling a very gorgeous man that he can’t stream the football match. Things go … much better than expected.

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Here Where Life Beats (42K) by MarWritesStuff (Ta_Ma) | @marwritesstuff

Harry is a single mum who moves to London for a new job and fears that the move might be affecting his four-year-old pup too much. But when Noah starts at his new school, they meet Louis Tomlinson. A sweet alpha who seems to be almost too perfect to be real.

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Fuck You Better, Baby (12K) by larry_hiatus | @larry-hiatus

When Harry is spotted at a bar with a mystery girl, Louis is determined to prove that he’s the only one who knows what Harry really needs. He’s in for a surprise, however, when Harry shows him which of them is actually the needy one…

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You Fit Me Better Than My Favorite Sweater (I Will Love You 'Til the End of Time) (31K) by 1Diamondinthesun | @1diamondinthesun

The first person Harry sees through the viewfinder of a camera is Louis Tomlinson.

Snapshots from a decade of Harry and Louis’ life as told through a collection of cameras, milestones and 90s references.

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ti dedico le autostrade che portano al mare (i dedicate to you the highways that bring you to the sea) (87K) by me_her_themoon | @greeneyesfriedrice

“Simon, please. I need a break.” Louis speaks softly into the phone. "I’ve been working constantly for the past 4 years,” His voice strains.

“I suppose you’ve earned it.” Simon reluctantly sighs.

(Louis goes on hiatus for six months to a small coastal town in Italy where he doesn't expect to fall in love with the charming baker)

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Look To The Sky (82K) by babyhoneyhslt | @babyhoneyheslt

On the 28th January 2019, British Airways flight BA289 took off from Chile at 10:04am. The fight was due to land in London Heathrow Airport at 12:44am.

The flight was flown by experienced Captain Louis Tomlinson, accompanied by the first officer Oli Wright.

Around five hours into the flight, BA289 disappeared from air traffic controls radar, and did not arrive in Heathrow at the estimated time.

Search crews are currently looking for any signs of wreckage, but the question stands, what happened to flight BA289?

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Say You'll Remember (93K) by whisperdlullaby

louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they're also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.

takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.

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Face Your Fears (92K) by SadaVeniren | @sadaveniren

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

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When the Lights Go Out (79K) by thelarenttrap | @antidotetogo

“Louis, what do you have to say about how last week ended?” the reporter asks. There’s a moment of silence. Harry is looking at the reporter, but eventually gives in and looks down the table at Louis. He’s looking straight ahead, as if Harry isn’t even in the room. “If you can’t take the heat, then get out of the kitchen.” Harry leans forwards, placing his arms on the table and leaning onto them to get as close to his microphone as he can while looking at Louis. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Louis turns to him, his icy blue eyes meeting Harry's. “Driving is your fuckin’ job, act like it.”

In its near eighty years of existence, Formula 1 has never had an out gay driver. In 2017, Harry Styles signs a contract with Scuderia AlphaTauri alongside his childhood friend and competitor, Louis Tomlinson. The next decade of their careers is some of the most tumultuous press--on and off the track--Formula 1 has ever seen.

aka the one where Louis and Harry are childhood friends to enemies to lovers over the course of 15 ish years.

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some statistics and a croissant for you if you got this far 🥐

this month ive read a total of 61 fics with a total word count of 1,971,727 (which is exactly 28% more than june hehe)

see you next month xo

#28th appreciation #fic rec #larry fics #july fic rec #hljournal #trackinghappily #monthly fic rec #tracksintheam #trackinghome

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