28th october fic rec!
i found comfort in fics this month.
Hideaway Haven is the place that Louis has always called home. It's also the place that Harry had tried to leave behind him. When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.
To make his dream of becoming a tour photographer come true, Harry reluctantly agrees to marry his annoying ex.
Louis Tomlinson might be a big name in the music industry, but his reputation needs some polish.
Neither of them expects this to end well, but maybe a two week honeymoon in the Maldives can change everything.
Louis has a thing for Harry’s thighs, especially Harry’s thighs in tights. Written for day 7 of kinktober, prompt: intercrural sex, slick kink.
Even after listening to Louis, Harry couldn't do it. His breaths were erratic and he took the hand the alpha offered him with trepidation, as if he was going to disappear at any moment. He clenched his body and the sensation made his eyes fill with tears, his jaw clenched tightly and the burning spread even further in his gut, endless.
or, day two of kinktober: figging
Some marriages don't start with love…
When his parents tell Harry that they expect him to marry Louis Tomlinson he's more than just against it, he hates them for thinking it would magically solve all his problems and make him their dream son.
Louis on the other side isn't keen to marry someone like Harry either, but since it's his only way to save his family's name, he goes for it.
Against their own will they get married and are sent on a honeymoon together where they don't have a chance to avoid each other.
Their marriage doesn't start with love, but while Louis helps Harry fighting his alcohol addiction they find something in the other that they both needed. Through trials and tribulations, their bond strengthens, transcending the confines of tradition to blossom into a profound love story of resilience and redemption.
A story for the 1D I Do fest, a very free interpretation of the following prompt:
Arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, preferably larry, forced proximity. Sent on a honeymoon but it’s at the room in the Maldives thats in the middle of the ocean only accessed by boat. Featuring sharing of beds, secret pining, awkward morning wood, arguments but you cannot escape the other.
Louis hasn’t been appreciating his boyfriend Harry. He only realizes it when Harry takes matters into his own hands.
Inspired by Bejeweled by Taylor Swift.
Harry was struggling, but the last thing he wanted to do was be a burden on his friends. Being the only omega in a group of alphas and a beta, he felt he had to prove that he was an independent omega who didn't need help. When his job at a coffeehouse wasn't helping his bills, he turned to a strip club. Luckily it was only for the bar, but when a dancer calls in sick, Nick is in a panic and asks Harry to fill in. He wasn't the best in heels, but what was the worse that could happen?
Or the one where Harry works at a strip club to pay his bills, which he hides from his friends. The secret gets exposed when Louis Tomlinson, his crush and best friend, is in the audience, watching him.
Harry's savior complex has often led him to rather questionable situations, but this might take the cake. When a miscalculated decision leads to an accidental courtship with the sweetest, most gentle alpha, Harry is torn between breaking the alpha's heart and telling the truth. Yes, Louis does seem to give unorthodox courting gifts, but he is rather endearing and Harry is just an omega, after all.
He was being ridiculous, he was well aware. He’s started to feel like he’s back in secondary school, for fucks sake. It’s just a tiny tattoo, being done by some random, completely normal, not at all excessively hot, or hopelessly irresistible-
And ok, maybe Harry was lying to himself. Because that? Using his nickname on him? Well that should be illegal. But Louis was still looking up at him, the poster child for innocence, and he was waiting for a response. So Harry tried his best not to choke on his tongue.
Or the one where Harry has anxiety and let's Zayn talk him into getting a tattoo, and that's fine except for the fact that Louis is his tattoo artist, and well...
Harry all but jumped into Louis’ arms when he came close enough to touch him, Louis’ arms opening automatically. Their arms wrapped around each other tightly, tugging each other as close as possible. He had missed his best friend so much.
“Hey,” Harry said with a breathless laugh when their grip on each other had loosened enough for him to draw a deep breath.
“Hazzy,” mumbled Louis in return, burrowing his face into Harry’s neck. “I’m so happy to see you. I’ve missed you so much, Haz.”
“I missed you, too, Lou,” replied Harry, “I missed you, too.”
(Harry's best friend Louis comes to visit him where he attends uni, meets Harry's friends, who point out that they don't know what platonic means.)
To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.
This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again.
Harry studies his sixteen year old self’s face for a long moment and it's truly pathetic how in fourteen years nothing has really changed.
He's had enormous success throughout the years, has a couple of Grammys to prove it, yet he'd still be Louis Tomlinson’s vacuum cleaner in a blink of an eye. Louis does like his coffee hot and Harry would gladly be his coffee pot.
He groans again, throwing his phone to the other side of the bed. He's been trying to get a grip on himself for the past fourteen years, the only grip he's gotten is on his man.
Harry Styles has very few enemies, and even fewer friends.
On the outskirts of the village, past the stream but before the river, sits a small one-room cottage, cool in the summers but draughty in the winters.
In that one room cottage sits a cooking pot over a fire, a smaller selection of woodworking tools, and a nest of furs that is the pride and joy of one lonely omega.
Or, what does one do when a feral alpha shows up in town ready to be executed?
Omega Harry thinks the alpha at the grocery store buying a cart full of vegetables must be an amazing chef. He doesn't know that Alpha Louis is feeding all those vegetables to his pet pig.
Harry Styles has been waiting his entire life to meet his soulmate, the owner of a dagger soulmark to match his rose. Louis Tomlinson has never wanted his soulmate and always covers his dagger soulmark.
Louis learns that they’re soulmates and he doesn’t tell Harry, breaking Harry's trust and his heart
Louis has all the time in the world to convince Harry to forgive him. Right?
Harry winds a finger into one of the curls that grazes his shoulder as he stares at the jars of colored ribbons on the table in front of him. Pink, black, orange, green, and white. Red, blue, teal, and yellow. Each ribbon a different color, each ribbon a different…permission. Encouragement?
Harry pulls at his lip, considering.
Pink, he thinks, at least for the evening. A pale blue. The braided blue, white, and green. And… he lets his hand hesitate over the jar, then takes a deep breath and shoves it in.
Niall has found himself alone after his long time partner left him. To cheer himself up, he adopts a puppy who quickly becomes his best friend...until she runs away, too. Now, Niall is alone again and has to navigate life without a partner - human or canine - and figure out how to move forward without the one thing he wants most - stability. Will he find that with Canada's prettiest good boy?
Despite the sad summary I promise it’s mostly fluff! Please give it a chance 💜💜
and a beautiful heartbreaking reread of one of my favourite fics ever….
“Harry, I-I’m so sorry…” Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis’ soul, it’s so hard, nearly impossible.
That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself.
But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty “I’m so sorry” that doctors throw out in self-preservation, isn’t at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it.
a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.
a teddy bear for you if you made it this far 🧸
i hope youre all healing & doing okay, it has been an incredibly difficult few weeks. i kept reading fics because i needed to feel normal & liam will forever live on in them <3
i'm here if you need anything. see you next month. (which is november how crazy is that!!??)