I suck, I know. I’m late. This is ridiculously short.
(ok, it’s not short now, but it was before I added in some fics that are gathering dust in my inbox to be read. There’s more fics I haven’t read in this rec than the opposite. oops.)
The Morning After the Night Before (4K): Harry and Louis have more or less grown up together, even now as adults it’s tradition for their families to spend a few weeks in the summer at a beach house together. Problem One: Louis has been in love with Harry forever. Problem Two: It wont stop raining.
I Slam Therefore I Am (4K): Louis and Harry are both creative souls but they aren’t friends, not by a long shot. This is the Rival Slam Poets AU that no one asked for.
I Found A Love (4K): Or the one where Louis is a nerdy English major who may just run into his happily ever after while working his shift at the local library.
just the sound of your voice (6k): It’s just. Harry’s so fucking quiet during sex and now Louis’ obsession with it is…it’s incessant. Louis questions it day and night, the enigma of it buzzing around his head like an annoying mosquito — all of the reasons why he’s so quiet consuming every one of his waking thoughts. Like, maybe he turns into an alien during sex if he’s not really careful? So he has to concentrate so hard on not turning into another creature he’s effectively struck mute from it. Or maybe…maybe he’s like one of those people who’s into tantric sex, like Sting or a throwback from the 1960s? And when he’s about to orgasm he travels to another plane of existence or something.
Twelfth Night (6k): Queen Anne holds a masquerade ball to try and find matches for both her children on Twelfth Night. While anonymity reigns, Prince Harry spends the ball getting to know a handsome stranger.
‘Til I Tasted You (15K): Louis is Harry Styles’ biggest fan. It doesn’t matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can’t cook to save his life. At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit.
Carried Away Like Butterflies (17K): It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him.
Then We Talk Slow (20K): A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets.
Dance Like Warriors On A Battlefield (20K): Down in the arena, the triumphant gladiator places his foot on the back of the loser, holding him there as he waits for instruction on his next move. Kill or let live. It’s barbaric, really, the bloodlust involved in this sport. Louis is pretty sure that if it wasn’t for his distaste for the killing there would be a lot more blood soaking that sand. As it is, his father rarely gives the kill order anymore. He gives the order to let the loser live. Louis rolls his eyes, turning away. He doesn’t miss the way the gladiator’s eyes linger on him.
Like Candy In My Veins (31K): Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.
All the Right Moves (32K): This is the third game in a row that Harry has been distracted by the noisy boy in the stands, five rows back. There’s really no reason that he should feel compelled to stare into the audience as frequently as he is, but he can’t help it. This boy is a nuisance. And he’s loud. Even from basketball court with nine other players running by him, shoes squeaking on the shiny hardwood floor, and thousands of cheering college students, Harry can hear this boy nearly shrieking, his laugh more like a cackle than anything.
The Reason Is You (37K): Louis is running out of time to find a summer job. His best friend offers him one that promises early mornings, late nights, long hours, and the best people he’ll ever meet. Lucky for Louis, one of those people is Harry Styles.
tangled up in you (45K): There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”
Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) (58K): When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It’s just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can’t get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.
Feels Like Coming Home (60K): The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.
When We Were Younger (76K): Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.
Perfect Storm (80K): What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding. Harry and Louis choose the latter.
Dress you up in my love (103K): Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall’s bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself. Harry is a lawyer whose boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.
We Are Only Just Beginning (129K): In the dim light of a dorm kitchen, Harry Styles meets a boy who flips his life upside down. Three years later, he’s a senior in college, ready to take on the world with the love of his life by his side. And then Louis Tomlinson admits he doesn’t know what he wants to do after college after all, and Harry’s world flips again, this time not so pleasantly. He can’t imagine his life without Louis, but he’s starting to worry he might have to.
Title: All the Right Moves| now with chapter two Author: cherrystreet Pairing: Harry/Louis Where: ao3 Word Count: 32k Rating: Explicit Status: Complete Summary: This is the third game in a row that Harry has been distracted by the noisy boy in the stands, five rows back. There’s really no reason that he should feel compelled to stare into the audience as frequently as he is, but he can’t help it. This boy is a nuisance. And he’s loud. Even from basketball court with nine other players running by him, shoes squeaking on the shiny hardwood floor, and thousands of cheering college students, Harry can hear this boy nearly shrieking, his laugh more like a cackle than anything. It’s seriously obnoxious.
Hi. I love the fics where Louis and Harry start out hating each other and have really hot hate sex but end up falling in love along the way. Do you have some recommendations? Thanks!
- You Drive Me Round The Bend : In which Louis is a spoilt rich kid who’s always on the phone while he
drives and Harry is a struggling musician making his way down the
mountain. It’s just a matter of time before they crash and burn.(77k)
- Three French Hems :In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin. 19k
- Up To No Good: Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all.
Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some
people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no
reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.It’s
especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most
gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too
long.Sometimes Harry hates his life. 22k
- Search and Rescue Me :Louis never really paid attention to Harry until they get stuck in the locker room together.Larry High School AU (17k)
- Love Is A Rebellious Bird
: Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is
the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made
Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him
immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark
bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and
Liam are around too. (134k)
- Learning to breathe :He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he
should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving
backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still
figuring it out. (110k) .
Our blood is boiling
: “I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost
midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down
right here, right now—”“You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving
up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?”Louis purses his lips and
absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm.
God, how can he even come back from this? [Louis meets indie singer
Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.] (6.5k)
I know you say Larry fics. But well, I HAVE TO SAY IT: Hate to love fics are so good with Tomlinshaw. Go read this 2 :
- but it’s better if you do : Louis definitely does not care about Nick’s opinion of him. And Nick definitely is not obsessed with Louis.
- I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow : The first time Louis Tomlinson kisses him, Nick is three sheets
to the wind, wearing a pirate hat, and so fucking tired of Louis being a
complete and utter knobhead that he’s spent the last ten minutes
snapping at him. The kiss takes him rather by surprise, all things considered. Or: Nick and Louis don’t like each other, not even a little bit, not even at all. AKA THE BEST FIC EVER.
UPDATE (much more fics under the cut)(last update on April 4th 2017)
Originally, the Eighth Doctor was all over this, but the fic evolved so that he doesn’t actually make himself physically known. He’s just talked about a lot. He’ll be present in a future installment, I’m sure, so for those of you who were looking forward to seeing him, don’t be disappointed. And for my Classic Who fans, look! It’s Seven!
The TARDIS was in between stages. She had changed a lot, under Seven’s
watch, and at this point in her timeline, she was still a mix between the more
sterile aura that Six had left behind and the dim-lit, paper-and-tea-scented, homey
place she would be by time Seven would start losing his hair (which was a
terrible shame, considering the Doctor’s tradition of keeping a fabulous head
of hair through all his regenerations, but then again, who was Nine to judge?).
At the moment, though, Seven was still in his younger years and still the
keeper of a full head of hair. And he was calmly preparing mint tea like it was
nobody’s business, which was mostly true, seeing as the only other person in
the TARDIS with him was… himself.
“So, what is the matter?” Seven
asked. Nine immediately wanted to call Seven out on his placating tone, because
I was you and I remember and I
practically invented that tone of voice so don’t you dare use that on me,
but he found himself… placated. Well, as much as he remembered being Seven, he
had forgotten how good Seven was at this. This, being… well, whatever it was. “It
must be something important if you crossed timelines to talk to yourself about
“We met a girl,” said Nine.
“Oh, dear, that’s awfully specific,” Seven snarked casually, shifting the
kettle. “Please, be more vague so that we can include basically every day of
our lives and ninety-five percent of our companions.”
“Shut it. I’m the one who’s supposed to be a snark, not you,” Nine said. He
would have been amused if he wasn’t in such a foul temper.
“Hmph. I can be whatever I want to be.” Seven shifted the kettle again, more
out of habit than necessity, since moving the tea kettle did absolutely
nothing. “So, tell me. What’s so important about the girl.”
“We love her.” Sometimes blunt really was the way to go, especially with
one’s own self.
“We do?” Seven looked as startled as he had ever been, which was saying
something, considering how many times he had gotten a gun pointed in his face. Really should be a bit more wary of guns,
Nine thought, remembering Seven’s unfortunate and honestly stupid end, but it wasn’t as if he could warn his younger self, so
he stayed silent on that matter. Seven stared Nine down, looking for some hint
as to his future self’s meaning, and he must have found it genuine, because he
suddenly went slack in his seat and said, “Oh, my. We do.”
Seven’s eyes darted aimlessly before settling on Nine’ shoe. “So. Love. I
“Neither did I,” Nine agreed, bobbing his head in a nod. “But she’s
A small smile lit Seven’s face. “So, did you come just to tell me the big
news, or did you need something? Not that news like that isn’t enough. I won’t be able to remember it, but I’ll still
have that sensation of looking forward to something. Thank you.”
“S’pose I should tell the others,” Nine pondered, before shaking himself. “But
I’m here because… well, I did something stupid.”
“Oh, of course,” Seven groaned. “I may not be particularly knowledgeable of
your regeneration, seeing as you do come sometime after me, but I think I can
guess that it was something you said. Our talent with words doesn’t seem to
last past myself.”
“It does, though,” corrected the Ninth with a sneer. “It lasts through
Eight, that’s for certain.”
For a moment or two, Seven was pleased, before he noticed Nine’s sneer of
disdain. “Oh, dear. What does this have to do with Eight?”
“Well, y’see, it started…” Nine leaned forward, and so did Seven, both
looking as though they were about to divulge the secrets of the universe. “Um…
Oh, this is weird. Thing is, she’s human.”
“Human?” echoed Seven, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. “Well, I
suppose that’s… very much like us, to give our affections to a human. I never
really considered it, I don’t think.”
“Hm. So, what’s it like? Loving a…
“Fantastic.” Nine smiled. “Not like those Gallifreyan ladies. She’s not full
of it, actin’ better’n I am ’cause-a station. She’s jus’… her. Wants to see the
whole universe. I get to show her everythin’. And she tries so hard, jus’t’be
alive. Harder’n any Gallifreyan in history ever bothered to.”
A warm, toasty feeling started to crackle to life between Seven’s hearts. “That
“Is. Problem, though,” admitted Nine.
Seven turned to gather two teacups from the cabinet. Nine looked at the
delicate cups with some level of amusement. They didn’t really suit him or
Seven, but they had been around for so long, he couldn’t imagine getting rid of
them. He hadn’t dared to take them out around you, but now that he thought
about it, maybe you would find them as funny as he did.
“Of course there is,” said Seven, snatching the kettle off the burner (and,
really, was that a Bunsen burner? Why did he even own one of those, much less
make tea on it?). “Go on.”
“Well, being human, she doesn’t really know about the courtin’ procedures,”
Nine admitted. Seven saw where the conversation was going and immediately
groaned and allowed his head to bump against the cabinet door with a dull thud. “My thoughts exactly. And the
worst part is’at I’m not all that good at courtin’ in the first place. I tried
a few little things, messed the last one up horribly.”
“Double down,” Seven mused. “So you want me to help–” and then Seven paused,
because the whole conversation clicked in his mind like the final piece of a
jigsaw puzzle. “Eight is good with words, you said. You went to him for help.”
“Yeah,” said Nine. “Eight is… well, you’ll understand when you’re him, but
it seemed like the perfect plan. He’s good with that sort of… thing. Women, I
guess. He practically memorized the courting procedures, and he’s very…
charming, y’could say, so I thought it would work.”
“What would work? You didn’t… oh.
“I took ’er t’see’im,” Nine admitted, scrubbing a palm down his face and
covering his eyes. Seven scooted a cup of freshly-brewed tea under the other
Doctor’s rather prominent nose. The steam rose up and wetted Nine’s skin. “It
seemed like a good idea. He was so lonely, y’know. That body wanted love more’n
any o’ the others did, so I thought he would be the most willing to help. Was a
bit too willing.”
“Ah.” Seven sipped his tea and instantly regretted it. The liquid was
“He was all over her!” Nine exclaimed, suddenly throwing both hands into the
air. If he hadn’t been feeling so tired, he might have jumped out of his chair
to pace, as well. “I swear, second I told him who she was to us, he practically
ran over and snogged her right then and there.”
“Well, you did say he wanted love more than the rest of us, and that’s
saying something, considering how much we’ve wanted a… a bond-mate, over the
Nine scoffed. “Either way, he was ridiculous. Eight’s very tactile, no sense
of personal space, so I was expecting him to get a bit touchy with her, but he
had her sitting on his lap. On his lap, hear me? I’ve known her for years,
few weeks ago I finally get her to lie down on the couch with me, and in less
than five minutes he’s got her on his
lap, holding his hand. Oh, n’his hands were everywhere. On her face, in her
hair, on her thigh, blast it. And she
didn’t stop ’im, either.”
“Why would you want her to?” Seven asked, confused. “He’s us, he was forward
enough to initiate courting touches, and she accepted. That’s perfect. What’s
“She’s human, Doctor,” said Nine, frowning. “From a Gallifreyan woman, that
might have been perfect, but she’s human. To her, it wasn’t me. It was a man
who was more handsome and better spoken than me, touching her, and she was fine
“So you didn’t tell her that you and Eight are the same person? That we’re
all the Doctor, despite our differences?” asked Seven, who was beginning to
wonder if his counterpart had lost some brain cells through regeneration.
“Of course I did, but–”
“But nothing!” Seven cut his future self off abruptly. “You explained to her
that Eight is you, she met Eight, and she accepted his courting offers. Maybe
she doesn’t know the first thing about courting procedures, but it sounds to me
as if he was making himself rather obvious. If she accepted it from him, then
she accepted it from you, just as much as from me and all of us who come before
Nine was silent.
“I don’t know how your regeneration thinks,” Seven continued, voice much
softer, “but I don’t think we would fall in love with a girl who wouldn’t love all of us. If she is who I hope she is,
then she knows that we’re all… us. If she accepted Eight, she accepted us all,
and that includes you, in case you didn’t notice. Now, stop being a jealous sod
and go to her.”
Slowly, Nine eased his way out of his chair. His eyes wandered over the
TARDIS’s mixed interior, obviously recalling when it had been his, what had
come before and what would come after. Then he looked down at Seven, and Seven
saw a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.
“I’d better get back to her, then,” Nine said, a smile playing at his lips
but not coming all the way through. “Y’know… seems t’me like ya understand it
all better than I do, and you haven’t even met her yet.”
“Maybe so,” Seven admitted, shrugging. He dipped his head down to take a sip
of tea, but, remembering the perfectly unacceptable temperature, he refrained. “Still,
would you give her my love?”
The smile turned into a full grin. “Aye. I’ll do that.”
And just like that, Nine swiftly escaped from Seven’s TARDIS and into the
rough terrain of whatever planet they had agreed to meet each other on. Seven
knew that Nine’s TARDIS couldn’t be far away, which meant that you were
probably close by. He stamped down the temptation to follow Nine, to catch a
glimpse of you, or maybe just to hear your voice. He wanted to know. As
confident as he had acted for his counterpart’s sake, he didn’t know anything
about you, and he wished… he just wanted to know something about you. Anything.
Someday, he thought, sipping the
tea that had finally cooled, someday.
He would have to forget all of this. If he didn’t, it would cause a paradox.
But there was nothing saying that he had to forget immediately. He could keep the memory for a day, or two. Maybe…
maybe, if he kept the memory overnight, he would dream of you. Yes. Just
overnight, and then he would make himself forget. Until then, though… he could