28th november fic rec!
how did we get here? what do you MEAN its the end of november??? read a lot this month after i published my momrry fic and had more time to read
“Harry Styles,” Louis said with a bored tone. “Aren’t you meant to be getting married today?”
“Fuck off,” Harry retorted, finally leaning up off the hood of his car. He looked around the parking lot, which was full of cars, but free of any other people. “Can I have a ride?”
“To your wedding?” Louis teased just to see Harry roll his eyes.
“Away from my wedding.”
It's the summer of '99 and, after helping Harry run away from his wedding, Louis has one week on a secluded Maine island to get the second chance he's always wanted.
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Harry doesn't think he has it in him to find love again, at least, not until he meets a man at his support group that just might change his mind.
The prompt was: Older (like 50+ ideally) H & L are both recent widowers who meet in a grief support group. They both think it's too late for them to find love again until they develop a strong friendship that quickly becomes more.
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They eat in silence for a while before Niall speaks again. “So, did I understand it correctly, you and Louis - fucked?” Harry almost chokes on his salad. Zayn snorts.
“No. I mean, yeah, we also did that, but we, uh. We were together. For a few years.”
“And by together, he means they were on levels of codependency never known before by humankind,” Zayn explains.
or: Harry and Louis haven't spoken since Louis moved to Madrid. That is, until Louis gets outed by The Sun.
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“You actually ordered those?” Harry squeaks, his voice at least an octave higher than normal. He feels a strange thrill of fear run through him along with a debilitating wave of arousal that has him getting hard right at the table.
“Of course I did,” says Louis derisively, like he’s offended that Harry hadn’t taken him seriously. “Your nipples aren’t a joking matter.”
...or, Louis tries out nipple clamps on Harry for the first time.
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Louis needs the money, so she takes a job as a topless waitress.
She gets more than she bargained for when she meets her coworker Harry.
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The first time Harry went to a session at The Rose And Dagger, he told himself it was a one time thing. The second time, he said it was to get the idea out of his system. By the fifth visit, he stopped making excuses.
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“To the alpha I fucked at the Ziam concert, I think this is yours.”
aka Harry and Louis have a one night stand.
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On the third floor, in Flat 302, life was anything but ordinary. It was the kind of place where the door was always open, smelled like takeaway and you could always hear laughter echoing through the halls. And living there was fucking great, until Harry Styles moved in.
The one where sharing a room with Harry is the worst thing that’s ever happened to Louis. And then the best.
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“Ummm… can you turn around, please?”
Louis is confused, but he does as he's told. He can hear Harry moving behind him, the sound of clothes rubbing against skin, and then Harry is prompting him to look again. “You can look now.”
Louis can't stop the small gasp leaving his mouth. Because when he turns back around, Harry is lying in the same position, totally naked now, with one hand covering his cock and the other one lying extended on the floor. Louis can see all of him now. With only his beautiful tattoos covering his body. His eyes are now closed, his lips are left ajar, as if he was caught in the middle of—
Harry loves wearing lace panties and his best friend, Louis, fantasizes about them and fucks Harry in the black lacy ones he got him in Tokyo.
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Zayn's new neighbours have a lot of sex. And that's fine, honestly. They sound hot and he might have jerked off to them once or twice. No harm done, right?
It's just that they make a lot of noise and it's compromising his sleep.
One night when he's finally reached his breaking point, he marches over and knocks on their door. He might get more than he bargained for, though.
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Harry Styles has been lucky in love but unlucky in the bedroom with all of her previous boyfriends. When her best friend Niall finds out that she's never had an orgasm, she knows just what Harry needs: Louis Tomlinson. Niall sets Harry up to get sorted out.
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Harry is a tennis player, so is Louis. One of them in the closet. Both of them in love.
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Louis knows his place: serving at The KettlePot, nodding along to Mina's plans for his future, and never questioning why none of this feels quite right. Then he meets her insufferable, arrogant, mate Harry. He should hate him. He does hate him. But hatred isn't supposed to feel like this. As Louis finds himself drawn deeper into Harry's chaos, he learns some lies are easier to maintain than others, especially the ones he's telling himself.
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bunch of filthy larry one-shots for the entire month of november :P
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“Alright, fine. What is it, then?" Louis asks. "Give me the best you’ve got. What’s this big reason why I smoke?"
Harry’s head lolls backward on the back of the sofa, a dopey grin on his face even though his eyes are already halfway closed - that look he gives Louis when he’s about to spout some incoherent bout of psychological bullshit.
“Oral fixation,” Harry mutters as delightfully as he can muster, his tone suggesting that it should be obvious.
Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.
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846,635 words read (110% more than last month)
27 fics read (107% more than last month)
26 authors (136% more than last month)
um. yeah lol i didnt do much apart from reading this month
