ok ive been sitting on this for a few days but SOMEONE ???????? WROTE AN ENTIRE RHYCIEN FIC IN MY INBOX????? ANON ILU AND THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL????????? FACE TOUCHING??? TALKS OF LOYALTY??? ANGST???? TENDERNESS?????? these five asks accomplish more than some novels and i’m Distraught thank u for sharing
(1/3) veronica waking up in the middle of the night to cold sheets next her which is odd because betty slept over and she's up in a second to find her missing gf and she's not in the bathroom or in the kitchen so she checks out the balcony and bingo; b's got her back facing the house
(2/3) and one arm is wrapped around herself and the other looks like it’s covering her mouth and both of her shoulders are shaking and ronnie is opening the door and is wrapping her arms around betty and every sob that shakes them breaks her heart and betty turns in her arms and buries her face in the crook of veronica’s neck and is calming down a bit now that the other girl is here and “cmon b, lets go inside,”
(3/3) and they end up on the couch and v has one arm wrapped around betty’s shoulders and the other is lifting betty’s hand to her lips and kissing the crescent shaped marks on her palm, her fingertips, her knuckles and “do you wanna talk?” and betty’s shaking her head and muttering something that sounds like “later” so ronnie doesn’t push she just pulls betty closer and holds her and i tell ya what these aus spiral way too out of control like this started as four sentences
i don’t even know how to respond to this without just screeching for ten minutes
Harry: can drop a promo video showing only fragments of his tattoos/face and literally ZERO mention of his name because he doesn't even need to, the general public will automatically know who he is anyway and his team is gonna go all out for him regardless. Louis: i guess sort of has a song that was buried by stunts and the general public knows him because they think he punched a woman. Some bloggers: I love being a louieharrie larrie bc we always win :))))))
can you pls make Kade a twitter and is he available for ships?
I can’t, I’m sorry ;—-; I can barely handle two twitters, mate. It’s so fucking hilarious how bad at it I am lmao Like the amount of times I have tweeted from Jeon’s account when I wanted to tweet from Aiden’s, or vice-versa, is EMBARRASSING. EMBARRASSINGLY BAD. Y’all want me to get him on twitter so you can jump on his dick, but let Kade be single for a minute lel Also, I’m afraid I don’t want any other ships at the moment anon love. It’s hard for me to handle the ones I have and ajfbejkigbrbgrigbr
I think objectively Saitama can be, or at least seriously comes off as, an incredible jerk to people, Genos included. It actually bothers me a lot and I still wonder if it’s just unintentional, or just inconsequential, or if there will be bigger consequences for his behavior further down the line. I’m worried it’s the latter, lmao. But I’d be much happier to see him grow as a character and stop doing that shit and maybe even, like, idk, actually openly appreciate Genos a lot more and kiss his dumb face but that’s just me
I'd support you!!!!! But please write Byrne first? It's really good and suspenseful and it's driving me completely insane!!!!! You're a really good writer and I want to see more of the characters you made. And are you going to be writing the ACOTAR story thing? By the looks of things, you have a lot of things on your mind to write. Please pace yourself. .
Omg thank you for your support!
Byrne is definitely meant to be suspenseful, because for every chapter you get small clues, but it doesnt feel like its going anywhere. Trust me. It is. That took forever to plan, but it’s worth it. Still undecided on when I’m going to write Part Six.
Which ACOTAR story thing? The re-write? The Next Gen with Caitlin? Which….my god we have so much planned. The Cyrian and Tania Chronicles?
And….now that someone mentions it, I do have a lot of things on my mind to write. Like…a lot. Wow. I have Cassian x Azriel to write, more of Chiara (and with that comes Tamlin), and then I have….oh my god I still have my ACOTAR universe book I have to write…(is that what you meant?)
Maybe you are right to be concerned, but I do not know how to pace myself. It shall be my downfall.
I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?
oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26.
i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.
things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.
yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.
but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.
at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.
stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.
stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.
dicta do you have any larry fic recs? nothing specific but just any fic that you loved a lot? thank you, your opinion on fics means a lot to me, and i feel like you'd probably know the really good ones!
Oh my gosh anon I love the wording of this ask so much. I’ve
been meaning to make a larry rec list for going on a year but it just
feels so official/overwhelming? But this, fic I loved a lot??? I can absolutely
do that!!! and aaaaah there are SO MANY!!! I am not as organized about larry fic as drarry fic so
this is, basically, like, a list of fics that stuck in my brain and/or
that are all so so good. SO GOOD! (and tbh there’s a whole other list of stuff that i’d rec but would want to reread before attempting commentary, and I have so many things marked for later and like….yeah….there’s a lot of good fic out there) And really, what better rec is there than “this is a fic that stuck in my brain and/or heart”?? Everyone should read them all!!
an act of faith against the night by @elianefics - M, 65k - It’s a clear path, drawing itself in Harry’s mind – where they
began, how they ended up here. It’s not hard to convey all the events
that led them to this very moment, with all of their twists and turns,
not when Harry has been going through them again and again every night,
albeit searching for something else.
“Did you know?” When Harry replies, it’s a question, not an answer. “Did you know, that it would end like this?”
[Harry and Louis had never imagined that, when they would finally go back to New York, it would be as spies.] (part two of the landscapes of war series)
war from ‘a prayer for which no words exist’ (recced below!) is over,
or at least as over as war can be for the people who were there, which
is to say….not all that over, just taking different shape. I have endless
love for the way this fic treats that aftermath, the way it shows how
deeply and irreversibly harry and Louis were shaped by being fighters,
and it is a stunning mix of beautiful prose and important ethical
questions. It also does some really fascinating meta work with Simon
Cowell, the Azoffs, and the Cordens taking on central roles in the
post-war nation-building project. It’s a lot for one fic to do, and this
one manages it beautifully, and throws in some more beautiful NYC
cityscapes, heartaching and conflicted nostalgia, and taut but
unwavering H/L love, you know, just for good measure.
another hazy may by deLILAh - M, 41k - louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six
weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop
meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet
boys, and underrated literary devices.
It’s been over a year
since I’ve properly read this all the way and I can still see parts of
it as vividly as if it had been last night. Harry’s hair, cigarette
smoke curling upwards, hardwood floors, the rhythm of Harry’s feet as he
runs to stay in shape for the job that will take him away from Louis,
the feeling of seconds slipping away, and each of them more precious for
being so few in number. This is one of those fics that made me
nostalgic for somewhere I’d never been - except who hasn’t felt as
though time was moving simultaneously quickly and too slowly, as though
there is something precious that could fall apart at any second? And
that’s one of many things this fic does beautifully: gives us the
universality of their story, and reminding us of our own.
Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart by @conscious–ramblings
- M, 19k - Louis and Harry had been childhood best friends, but
had been separated by evacuation as the city they grew up in was
destroyed around them. Now, twelve years later, they are both back in
London, and through chance they meet again. In a time when you can’t
admit to being gay, for fear of arrest, admitting to your best friend
that you love them seems like an insurmountable obstacle.Featuring boxer
Harry and mechanic Louis, much pining, and a lot of post war Britain
often a moment in fic where they’re trying to figure out if the other
one is gay and/or available, that’s full of a certain kind of tentative
hope because there’s some kind of attraction there and what if, what if
it was everything they think it might be? This fic takes that to 11 in
the most meaningful way, because it’s the 40s, and being gay is a crime, and it’s not a question of whether they’re reading the right signals - neither of them can
afford to send any - but of trying to accept that it could never, can
never be. Set against absolutely simmering chemistry (the moment Louis
first sees Harry in the ring is a thing I’m still not over) and
wonderful research and settings (loved the feel of it, the way it all
came to life, how present the remnants of the war were as they went
about their lives) and fab secondary characters (Niall is a gem, and Liam is so how I think of him, and really everyone was just perfect) and
this incredible click where you can feel the ease and understanding
between them, feel the sense that they are destined and absolutely
belong together…it takes that tension and longing, already at an 11,
to a 12, and the ending is cathartic and beautiful and means so much
more for knowing how rare and lucky and precious that moment is, and how
much they’re willing to risk, and how it’s kinds of risk that are sometimes very specific to being queer in a moment when it’s illegal and how many of them are universal, and how incredible and enormous and moving a thing it is when both kinds of risk pay off.
Don’t Look Down by zarah5 - M, 92k - AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious
law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee.
And everyone else is around, too.
Harry is unbelievably
charming here, and it makes total sense that Louis falls for him, and as
the story unfolds the clarity and meaningfulness of their connection
gets more and more apparent even as Louis is fighting it tooth and nail.
But it’s not miscommunication and it’s not self-loathing, it’s that Louis’ reasons are genuinely thoughtful and important (professional
ethics!!!!!! With real implications!!!!) and that they’re genuinely in a
difficult position and can’t be together without betraying things that mean a lot to both of them, which made me love this version of him even more and
root for them that much harder. And I was already rooting for them
pretty damn hard. They fit together beautifully from the first,
understand each other on so many levels, are drawn together just
magically…and then there are these beautiful moments (Venice omg) and
heart-wrenching moments (after that dinner and that one morning and then
that other one omg) and hold-your-breath moments (what is Louis gonna
dooooo) and heart-pounding momebts, and I could not put it down.
Fake you’re full and feel tomorrow by theglitterbee
- NC-17, 21k - Louis is a high class prostitute and the best at what
he does. Harry is a hard to please 17 year old who wants to give himself
completely to another man. [It contains prostitution, d/s, daddy kink,
silly banter and two idiots in love.](The one with the text messages.)
this is gonna sound like a weird rec but bear with me. this fic was one of the first 1d fics I read, and on face
is almost entirely made of things i don’t like, and yet, here it is. It
did that alchemical thing where it just worked and it did all
these things really well - like daddy kink was 100% squick for me before
this and it’s still like 80% squick but this fic explained it in such a way
that i got it and could understand it and see why it worked for them and what it meant for them and that psychology made it work (and made me get why it was hot? which is pretty massive for something in the squick category).
and i was hesitant about their ages but it wound up being (i think not unrealistically) part of a fundamental kind of self-discovery that was part of why things between them felt so critical and important. and i was v skeptical about social media stuff in fic but this one did it
so well that i got it and felt like it really enriched the story and showed a particular kind of progress and dynamic in their interactions that needed to be done that way (and wound up being really cool and impressive). and i
was nervous about the potential for the dynamics to not work but they are both full people
who needed each other in this very specific way and fit together
beautifully and it did some of the best stuff kink fics do imo, where the kink reveals something about who they are and what they need and why they work and who they are individually and together, and so
here we are, a fic with tags i wouldn’t usually touch, reccing away and
considering a reread. this kind of rec can be kind of ~, i know, but the tl;dr is that this fic is so good it overcame every hesitation and left me totally engaged and impressed and invested.
Hold Me Closer by balanceds - NC-17, 36.5k - Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English
National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the
company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly
complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly
attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his
best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.
was so surprised when I looked up the word count for this bc I would
have sworn it was at least twice as longc there is so much story, and so
much development, and so many moments that stick that. Watching Louis
come to terms with who he was as a dancer and and person was this
beautiful process that was so rewarding to read, and it was unusual and
fresh in this way I really want to talk about but really don’t want to
spoil. Along the way there is spectacular chemistry, zayn and Louis
taking on gay swan lake, so much yearning and despair and happiness and
reckoning and growth, an amazing and deeply satisfying Simon moment, and
one of those h/l relationships where they make each other strong.
like a boomerang by @youwilll -
M, 52k - AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a
Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.
fic is so so utterly charming in like nine different ways. Harry and
Louis slot together so beautifully you can practically hear the click,
and then they do it again and again and somehow every time feels fresh
and important, and through it all the stakes get bigger as Louis
contemplates the meaning of their repeated day and all of these deep
questions sneak in, and a bit of a mystery, and a bunch of
self-discovery, and a bunch of personal growth as Louis learns and thinks, really thinks, about what he needs to do, and realizes how willing he is to do it. It was so perfectly balanced between being gentle
and exciting, between destiny and action, between grand gestures and quiet moments, and it settled like a warm blanket and I looked forward to every chapter so much. And then, at the end…it was one of those stories that
made me want to add and place to my travel list because the relevant
moments are so well located and satisfying that you just want to be
there, and it captured this particular instant - the way it wound sound and smell and how the air would feel and the electricity of it - so vividly. Lovely through and through.
Love Is A Human Right by @conscious–ramblings - M, 41k - The one where Louis has spent years getting over his
ex, Harry Styles, and was almost successful. That is until Harry is
elected as an MP, and Louis is given the task of getting him to support
an Act of Parliament. Through tears and arguments and a heavy
dose of LGBTQ+ politics, their lives finally line up. Will Louis be able
to forgive? Will they still want the same thing? It’s difficult to let
go of five years of hurt, but even more difficult to be close to the
love of your life and let them walk away again.
This fic is basically
everything I want in a fic, but together so amazingly well that I would never be able
to put into a prompt because it’s the *how* that makes it so perfect. I
mean, politics, check, LGBTQ politics, check, larry, check, vivid
settings, check, emotional stakes, check, pining, check, everything,
check. But the kicker is the beautiful complexity to all of it, that the
story really truly understands the complexity of coming out and why people do and why they don’t and what it mean and how it works and the
ways it plays out in queer communities, and these gay leads aren’t incidentally gay, but engaged in identity and politics in a way that
feels true and resonant, and that manages to both say really important things about queer communities and tell a beautiful love story about coming to terms with who you are and what you stand for and how love shapes (but doesn’t always determine, and I love that about this fic too) your priorities. Then add some simmering UST and simmering RST (hot damn i mean really) and
viscerally, deliciously painful pining and hilarious side plots (SGIL!! Ziam!! Nick’s guessing games!!) and a background story that had my heart twisting for them from the first and settings that felt so real they were popping
back into my head for weeks and just…superb. Superb.
in NYC! Another one that I will admit fit my interests beautifully but
it’s the execution that makes it work so beautifully. From the second
they meet, there’s an urgency and fragility to Harry and Louis’
relationship that is a perfect fit for the politics and the newness of
it all. At the same time, their connection is so certain and solid, and
whether they’re waking up in the Brooklyn penthouse loft that I am still
not over or getting ready to run into battle, their love casts
everything else into relief and brings out some of he human consequences
to why people fight and what they have to gain or lose, and shows what
all they’re risking. Left me breathless in the best ways, and so glad to
have gone on this journey.
Pull Me Under by zarah5 - NC-17, 140k - AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the
prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term,
committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring
Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as
Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry
This was the fic that tipped me right over the
precipice and properly into the fandom; how could I not rec it? Even if I
wasn’t personally attached, how could I not rec it? It’s so bloody
beautiful, watching Louis come to terms with the idea of being out, and
to take steps towards it, and to see how his interactions with Harry
change that and what develops between them. The pacing is amazing, the
depiction of internalized homophobia is chest-tightening in the good
illustrative moving way, the world is so immersive (like I went to get
the link and 20 minutes later I was still reading and totally
entranced), and their relationship 100% made my heart sing, in both the
big triumphant moments and the little ones.
things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas - M, 49k - it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it
almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s
screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.-when a solar
flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with
the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.
not even entirely sure what to say about this fic that won’t give it
away or send people running because here’s the thing: it is
heartbreaking. It is worth it. It is sad, yes. It is also exhilarating
and beautiful and about why love, platonic and romantic, makes the risks
worthwhile, and how we know, viscerally know what is important to us.
Real talk pt. 1: read it because I had terrible pms and really needed to
cry. Real talk pt. 2: it worked, in that very particular way thar also
made me sit and think about who and what is really important and had me
sobbing in the best, most cathartic way. That lasting, deep way that’s
making my chest a little tight just thinking about it, but that also
means that I can smell the snow and feel the frost and see the
brilliance of the sun and feel the boys’ love as - more - constant than
the sun, and what the heck else could you ask for?
These Inconvenient Fireworks by mdasch and everydayslike - NC-17, 190k - Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up
finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a
cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an
idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches
English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning
buildings, and Niall is Niall.
this is one of the top ten
most affecting things i have ever read in my life. i don’t know how. i
don’t know why. i do know that i couldn’t put it down for days and wound
up finishing it in a blanket fort on a friend’s couch at 4am, literally
doing that feet-kicking thing where you’re so full of feelings you
can’t actually physically contain it but have to be quiet and still
because the rest of the world is asleep during your emotional
revelation. it restored my faith in love and hope. i am still not
recovered from the thing on the soccer field at night before the train
or the star tattoo or harry taking picture after picture or basically
anything about it. clear your calendar if you have to but read this fic
and then pls come talk to me about it because like i said i am deeply affected and possibly forever changed.
walk my days on a wire by sunshiner - M, 38.5k - Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis
can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own.
“Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the
likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?” “We’re here because we have
inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with
his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe. or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.
this one moment in Cannes when they kiss and I both really want to talk
about it bc it is amazing and really would not dream of talking about
bc you have to go read it yourself. So like the summary suggests,
they’re in a fake relationship, and they know that that’s what it’s
supposed to be, but of course - of course - there’s more to it than
that. Like instantly more in this way that you can feel rolling off the
screen, that is about sexual chemistry but also a certain kind of very
precious fitting together. Watching them see themselves through each
others eyes is beautiful, as is seeing how much it means to them to have
someone else who understands the pressured of this rarefied,
panopticonic world of celebrity, and who loves and validates the ott
celeb performer and the human underneath the facade. It’s interesting to
read in the context of this fandom, and entirely universal at the same
time - who doesn’t want a partner who can love them at their most
extreme and most mundane, most accomplished and most afraid, right in
the middle of a stadium or right in the middle of taking up the whole
whispering of fields half-sown by @elianefics -
PG-13, 7k - “And how ironic is it that even now, at the end of all
things, Louis’ mere presence makes Harry want to believe that anything
is possible again. That the earth isn’t close to collapsing on itself,
that the tomorrows are bright and shining and full of promises. Harry
hates Louis for giving him something to look forward to when the sky
only keeps getting darker. Harry loves Louis for it. ”[All of his boys
come back to him in the end, but it’s Louis, Harry has been waiting for
all this time.]
heartbreaking, lush, moving apocalypse!fic
wherein it is absolutely the case that through fire and water and
earthquakes and ice, there is one person Harry needs by his side.
There’s Liam and Niall and Zayn, too, and what it would mean for all of
them to say goodbye, really goodbye, who they all are and what those
friendships mean. And Louis. Oh, Louis. My eyes got mysteriously damp in
the really good way, and it made me want to sit down and write just to
make words like this. The conversation at the end of this stayed with me
like whoa, and my chest is getting a little tight thinking about it
again. That may make some people want to X it off the list; think twice
before you do. This is worth it.
Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar - M, 227.5k - Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name
Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are
pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled,
clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.
beautiful. so vivid i dreamt about it and then went and got a whole
bunch of flowers and spent a while wandering around in fancy clothes
just because it felt as though i was already living in the story so why
not? And how could you not want to be part of this world that is complex
and nuanced and subtle and gorgeous (which is not a way i expected to
feel about a fic about rich kids btw but this fic makes them so full and
the story so engaging that it happened and not only a little).
Dimensional characters, wonderful tension, simmering
slow burn, complexity, believable and complex psychological
motivations, theme parties, a falcon named cleopatrick, long nights,
loaded touches, meaningful subplots, love, resilience. The only possible
complaint is it made me want a champagne fountain, and that is not any
sort of complaint at all. (lmk if you have a champagne fountain though, it’s been a few weeks and i am really still about wanting to live inside this fic, and also champagne)