fireman liam

anonymous asked:

omgggg please write the firefighter prompt i need it and i love your writing 😩

I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder as you compliment me on my muscles

When Zayn had first picked up the cake mix in the store, eyes lighting up, Harry’d just laughed. Shaking his head, he warned, “You’re gonna kill ‘im. Or me.”

“Shut your mouth, you dickwad.” Zayn mumbled, jabbing him in the side with his finger. “Louis’ll love it,” he’d promised before throwing the box into the cart.

And, well, Harry had almost been right. Except it’s himself he’s almost killed this time, having accidentally set fire to the now ash-stricken mass in his oven.

He hadn’t known that was possible. Not really.

Yet. Here he is, standing in the middle of his kitchen. He’s watching the thick, gray smoke swirl closer and closer to him, the deafening smoke detector beeping at least every second to tell him something he’s well aware of at this point. 

All from a fucking chocolate cake gone awry.

Zayn can’t take his eyes off of the burning orange, the flames beginning to lick up from the stove to the cabinets.

The reality only sets in when there’s a smash and his door slams open, hitting the wall with a thump. Zayn jolts at the noise, eyes widening as he begins to finally process the scene in front of him. Realizing for the first time how, just maybe, it’s getting a little bit harder to breathe with every second that passes.

“Is anybody in here?” The yell comes before he does.

But when the cause of the slamming door rushes through, all of Zayn’s worry is once again gone as he does a quick once-over of the firefighter in front of him.

It’s hard, of course, to get a really good look, considering the (at least) five bulky layers covering the man and the quick movement of his body as he takes in the area.

“We gotta get you out of here,” the man persists, stepping closer to the blaze. Closer to Zayn.

And then Zayn catches the fireman’s amber eyes, looking brighter than Zayn knew was possible, orange reflecting through them, going clear past the opaque mask. 

The man’s eyes are so golden, so trusting. And then his forehead is scrunched up, his eyebrows knitting together, and there’s a pity behind those eyes. A flash of fear.

“Time to go, uhh…” The boy moves his hand in a circle as if that will suddenly get Zayn to do something, react like he should be reacting.

But Zayn can’t get out his name, can’t even take in a breath. His mouth won’t work, his lungs won’t work, and he’s damn well sure his limbs won’t work. 

From the corner of his eye, he calmly takes note, as if from far away, that the fire has quickly eaten through all his cabinets, now quickly approaching him.

But that still doesn’t get him to actually do anything. Instead, there’s one, other small thought that sneaks up for air from the back of his mind: his pants are still in the dryer.

And there’s a concentrated heat on his legs, the smoke tickling skin where it shouldn’t be.

His eyes trail down, and it’s like all of his public speaking nightmares wrapped up into one. Because he’s standing there, surrounded by a raging fire in his own kitchen, unable to move. And he’s in his boxers. 

Not to mention they’re Superman themed, Man of Steel in big letters right in the front.

In a font you cannot miss. And. Especially a font a fit firefighter, trained to pick up the most minute details in any sort of emergency, cannot miss. 

Not only is Louis’ cake gone, his apartment in ruin. But now Zayn’ll have to live the rest of his life knowing some hot fireman had to see him in his boxers. Zayn Malik: the worst cook in the world, but also the most embarrassing man in the world. 

Louis will never let him live this down.

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Sparks Fly by TheQuietQuill 

Completed, 3/3; 34k words


Asher, right.

Liam’s a dad.

Liam’s a very attractive dad.

Liam’s the very attractive dad to one of Louis’ students.

Liam is also a very attractive fireman who saves old people and tiny little kittens from fires.

God, Louis’ head is killing him.

Or: Teacher!Louis and Single Parent/Fireman!Liam 

(aka my birthday present to the world! ;P) 

*Special thanks to Skyler aka @puckeruppayno for making this lovely moodboard for this fic! Love ya!*

anonymous asked:

Lirry ghost fic ruined me for all other fics and thats the tea but i would love any fic recs u have !!! Lirry is pure

lisTEN ghost lirry is the reason for my trust issues (and i’m only half-joking)!!!! but it’s so good!!!!! like!!! !!! ! !!!

i did a lirry kid!fic rec recently if you want to read these :)

i feel like there is a lot of popular lirry fics that the fandom knows so i’m not gonna rec you these, but instead here are some of my faves (that maybe aren’t that well known (i think)). these aren’t my only faves bc i love way too many fics but here you are some (short-ish) fics that i really like. i also tried to not put only ao3 fics on this., hope you’re okay with that bc some of the best fics are posted on lj/tumblr!

Until there was you (both liam and harry are so well written in this, my all time fave)

but forget maybe (ok this one is popular but it isn’t on ao3 so it is often overlooked even though it deserves all the love!!)

and late night kisses divine (the fluffiest thing ever. my most fave fic ever. if you need a comfort fic after reading the liferuiner aka ghost fic then read this pls.)


liam is a delicious donut (another v cute thing that makes you feel all fluffy and shit. also food! doNUTS! KARaoKE!)

It’s Who You Know (yet another comment fic but whatever. it’s great. fanous/non-famous, fireman!liam, if that doesn’t make you want to read it then idk what you’re even doing here)

My Favourite Place (*chants* pretend boyfriends! pretend boyfriends!!!)

Cats and Kitchen Scraps (lirry and a tiny cat…. i’m weak)

Little things I should have said and done (I just never took the time) (this is probably my fave lirry author and it’s a shame this is the only fic she wrote in english bc i love everything she writes)

broken hearts, shattered songs (i just really love this. read the warnings tho)

i should run you a hot bath (idk why i love this so much but i do)

Waist to Floor (so fucking good!!!)

spring green is much too yellow, sea green is far too pale (you know how much i love harry with nail polish. (spoiler: as much as liam in this fic)

marking you up (lirry and tattoos and everything.)

finders keepers, losers weepers (i love that this fic is written in a louis’ pov)

Duck Me (i’m gonna end this with another texting fic, another of my faves)

anonymous asked:

Hi, do you know any fake relationship au? :)

Holy shit. I can’t believe nobody asks me this before? Like, it’s one of my fav trope ever?

So, yes!!!  I know a lot of them !!  here we go:

Of course I have to start with some basis :

- And Then a Bit: “We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”  Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.) (158k, Canon)

- Pull Me Under       : 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 Styles.) (140k, on my Top 5 fics ever tbh)

- Spin Me Like A Record       : Uni AU. Sometimes, Louis poses as Harry’s boyfriend. It doesn’t mean anything. Really. (8k)

- Some Things Take Root       : AU. Louis’ ex doesn’t get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage. (50k)

- for now (and forever)  :  “It’s nice that you want to offer that, but I just can’t do that. First of all, it’s illegal.”Louis shakes his head vigorously. “No, no. It’s not like one of us is gunning for a visa.”  “Listen to yourself,” Harry laughs, shaking Louis’ shoulders. “Don’t you think it’s a bit weird to con the country you’re supposed to be serving?”Louis is going into the Army, Harry is going nowhere, and there’s nothing like a little identity fraud between friends. (83k, I’m so in love with this fic tbh)

And then I’m gonna add …:

- nobody shines the way you do : “We might as well just date.”Harry froze in his arms, his body stilled as he slowly lifted his head up at Louis to give him the most confused expression he’d ever worn. Louis literally wanted to fuck him into the next century. “What?” Harry asked. “Are you–.”“No,” Louis said, shaking his head before Harry could go far with that idea and trap Louis into confessing his own feelings. “I mean…like I think I have a plan?”“A plan?” Harry said slowly. “A plan other than me going to Peter’s tomorrow and groveling for hours; maybe even days?”The thought of Harry doing that made Louis’s skin burn, but he schooled his expression well and nodded swiftly. “There will be no groveling. Well, there will be, but not on your end.”orLouis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan. (115k, one of my fav)

- 90 Day Return : It was all supposed to be mutual promo. That’s it. A boyfriend for the winter - Louis can do this. (15k, actor!Louis and singer!HArry)

- (your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones : Harry goes as Louis’ date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously.  “Hey,” Harry hears himself say just as Louis climbs back into the car. He ducks down, holding onto the roof to look at Louis who cocks his brow at him and says, “What?”  “I meant it,” Harry starts. “Like, I’d do it. I’d be your date for the wedding. If it’d make you feel less awful about being there and if you want me to, I’ll do it. I promise I’ll be good.”  (32k, Canon fic)

- Hit the Heartbrakes : With his best friend and eternal roommate Zayn getting married and abandoning him, Louis has planned the world’s biggest stag do to send him off into married life – a week in Thailand showing him all the things he’s going to be missing when he becomes a married man. But Zayn has neglected to mention that Louis’ ex and their old uni friend Paddy will be coming – along with his successful, rich new boyfriend. Determined not to let Paddy ruin his fun once again, he enlists the help of an attractive backpacker by the name of Harry, who good-naturedly agrees to go along with pretending he’s Louis’ boyfriend for the week. A week of sun, sea, booze and no-strings-attached sex beckons, but as always, things don’t go quite as planned… (13k)

- Give Me A Chance  : au. Louis gets bullied a lot. Harry’s captain of the football team. (36k, High School AU)

- Always Come Back To You : “I’ll do it,” Harry offers brightly. No one even blinks. “I’ll do it?”Louis sighs irritably. “Shut up,” he orders, tossing a pillow in the general direction of Harry’s face. This is a terrible time for jokes, especially Harry’s lame, old people ones.Not that it was an old people joke. Just that most of the time Harry’s jokes consist of knock-knocks or terrible puns. The type of jokes old people like, Louis’ pretty sure. His nan always finds them hilarious when Harry tells her one.Harry bats the pillow out of the air without even blinking. “Be reasonable, Lou,” he says in his most reasonable voice.Louis is perfectly reasonable, thank you very much, and he’s also frustrated and upset and tired and he really wants to punch something. Maybe he should have held on to that pillow a little longer.“You’re not gonna fucking do it,” he snaps. “That’s the last thing I need.” (28k, canon)

-walk my days on a wire : 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. (38k, famous!AU)

- bring out feelings in me i never show  : “I really think you should stop reading,” Liam says, having moved to hover behind Louis’ back at some point. “I can already see the cogs turning in your head, Louis, and I don’t like this.”“Shut up,” Louis waves him off and continues reading.  I can do these things, at your request: openly hit on other female guests while you act like you don’t notice; start instigative discussions about politics and/or religion; propose to you in front of everyone; pretend to be really drunk as the evening goes on (sorry I don’t drink, but I used to); start an actual, physical fight with a family member, either inside or on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see. [Louis accidentally hires a felon to be his fake boyfriend for Thanksgiving. Or, the fake boyfriends au no one asked for, inspired by this.] (24k, very funny)

- don’t be afraid, it’s only love : A proposal!AU where Louis is at risk of being deported back to England and Harry just really wants a promotion. (14k, like the movie)

- For Better, Worse And Mischief (I’m All Yours) : The One Direction PR management team decides that Harry needs to get married. Harry doesn’t want to. Louis comes up with the perfect solution to the problem. (37k, canon)

- Stuck In The Middle With You  : When Harry starts university, he finally gets to spend every day with Louis again. They have been friends since forever, and would do anything for each other. Given that, Harry doesn’t hesitate to pose as Louis’ boyfriend once he finds out that his new roommate is no other than Louis’ crush. Cue the usual. And maybe a bit of the unusual. (11k, uni AU)

Also I have to add Escapade in this list even if you can’t read it  totally on AO3 anymore

And if you can read outside Larry :

- If I Was Your Boyfriend, I’d Never Let You Go  : “Harry, you essentially just told my sister that we’re dating.”“Pretty much,” Harry says, and grins. “Champagne?”in other words, pretending to be boyfriends fic (10k, Lirry)

- Smile Again  : Recently dumped Louis sets his kitchen on fire on Christmas Eve. Fireman Liam makes the mistake of inviting him home for Christmas. Chaos and feelings ensue. (16k, Lilo)

- and you take me the way i am : It’s incredibly relaxing, even in this small space, the way they’ve always been.  Such a distraction that he doesn’t think, not for once, about agreeing to lie to his family and Zayn pretending to be his date and how easy all of this might be.(Liam needs a date to a wedding.  His family loves to match him up with blind dates.  He doesn’t want that.  He needs a date… and, well, why not Zayn.  Pretending to be boyfriends for a weekend isn’t the worst idea he supposes.  Liam is horribly wrong.) (54k, Ziam)

- April Fools : Now, staring down at the platinum band on his own left hand (“only the best for you, Liam,” Louis had said, smirking as he slid the ring on Liam’s finger), Liam wasn’t so sure any of this was the best idea for an April Fool’s prank. But both of them knew he would go along with it. Liam always did. (12k, Lilo)

- let’s pretend it’s love  : Pretend!boyfriends fic in which Liam and Zayn get papped while hamming it up for Louis and Eleanor, and management decides the easiest way to deal with the resulting hysteria is to let it run its course. (68k, Ziam)

- boyfriend material (that’s what you’re made of) : “What a nice lad,” Pete says, making Nick jump in surprise. He turns to find his parents standing side by side, staring at him with identical smiles on their faces. Nick’s gaze narrows as his eyes dart between his parents.“Yeah, I mean, I guess he’s alright,” Nick says warily.“So is he your special someone then?” his mum bursts out, and oh god, she’s actually giddy. or the one where Nick accidentally tells his parents that he’s dating Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. (11k, Tomlinshaw)

UPDATE : (last update: April 4th2017)

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Teacher/Arsonist!Zayn and Fireman/Human-Puppy!Liam from These Inconvenient Fireworks, because that was one of the most perfect things I’ve ever read in my entire life.

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myuselessknowledge  asked:

Toni! From your prompt list could you please do 19."do you wish things had happened differently?" This instantly reminds me of Fool For You and "given a chance I'd do it again" and ziam having a chat about it 😭. Thank you!

Thank you Cami. Hope you like it. xx


Zayn hears the clink of glasses before he sees Liam.  He turns his head to look behind him over the back of the settee and Liam’s there, like he’s on some game show where they compete to see who’ll hold as many items as possible for as long as they can except he’s the only contestant but even that’s no guarantee of victory with 2 bottles of wine downed already between them tonight, the odds probably aren’t in his favour.

He’s holding a bottle of something fizzy in one hand, two Prosecco glasses in the other, there’s a can of Pringles under one arm and then a big bag of cool original (‘Just like us Zed’) Doritos hanging down from between his pinkie and index fingers and then a packet of Maltesers which hangs out of his mouth.

It’s actually not that much, but as Liam sways across the room and not in a seductive confident way. More like a toddler learning to walk or a dopey puppy after an operation, he may as well be carrying 60 things.

Zayn smirks.                       

“Some gentleman you are, you knob.”

Zayn’s smirk grows wider at Liam’s words. 

“Smile all you want, you won’t be smiling when I’m scoffing all the Doritos and Pringles and you’re sad Pringle-less Malik crying in the corner and on WhatsApp to the lads about it.”

Zayn snorts because well, true and then sighs as he raises himself from the settee and moves to help Liam.  Except he had his fair share of the same bottles of wine too and he wobbles slightly when he does and overbalances a bit knocking into the coffee table with his knee, the momentum sending him back towards the settee where he lands.

There’s a giggle from beside him and the Doritos land in his lap as Liam places the two glasses and the bottle, then the packet of Maltesers on the coffee table and throws the Pringles container onto the settee next to Zayn.

“On second thoughts, you stay right there babe, forgot you couldn’t hold your drink.”

Zayn responds with just his middle finger aimed at Liam who’s pouring the Prosecco out now before he says.

“Well, I wasn’t the one doing an A+ impression of Bambi on ice was I?”

Liam says nothing as he hands the full glass to Zayn and then picks his own up before he sinks back down on the settee, picks up the tube of Pringles which he places to the other side of him, budges up closer to Zayn who throws an arm round Liam and says in a voice that sounds stern but the corners of his lips turn upwards as he speaks.

“Good job, you’re fit, otherwise I’d have told you to do one ages ago.”

“You’d sound a lot more convincing babe if you weren’t practically sitting on my lap right now, anyway shurrup, these glasses have been full for too long and we need to toast to something.”

Liam’s face changes in an instant, from a grin and the blush in his cheeks that’s present whenever he’s had a few, to a more solemn expression.

“You know what we toast to, the same as each year on this date.”

Liam’s right.  It’s the 21st August. Five years and a whole lot of water under the bridge since and so much has changed.

The one thing that hasn’t?  Them, though that’s not strictly true.  The fact that they still love each other is the same as it was then.

It’s the depth of love that surprises Zayn and Liam for that matter. Every time they’re apart, he thinks it should get easier, and yet every time Zayn’s in some hotel room hundreds or thousands of miles away, there’s this little bit of him that doesn’t feel whole.

And he plays it off each time, he’s got better at not picking up the phone under a pretence of checking that Liam’s paid some bill or that he’s organised for the pool to be cleaned or something equally as humdrum and domestic when all he wants is to hear his voice.  

21st August each year could’ve been a day that they’d avoid like the plague, a day on which they’d turn over the duvet for another hour, just do what was needed to be done and then go back to the hotel room and distract themselves or make a fort out of blankets like they were a pair of twelve year olds, like how it was in the early days.

Anything to avoid the memories, anything to avoid that punch to the stomach feeling the moment the news went public, the moment he saw Liam’s tweet, the moment the tension in Liam’s smile, and the knot in Zayn’s stomach which felt like it had settled there for good and would never go away.

Till about a week before it would be one year since, at just after 5am in the morning where the adrenaline from the gig the night before meant sleep was fitful and with the early morning light streaming through the gap in the curtains on the tour bus as they faced each other in the bed, Liam had whispered.

“We should make sure that we don’t fear it, not just next week either, ever.”

He hadn’t needed to say anything else, and Zayn hadn’t needed to reply with anything other than, “Yeah, okay.”

And so it was, whether it was an extravagant gesture, doodles and plans for a tattoo, rushed moments, whether they were together or not, operation let’s make 21st August each year the best yet began.

Like they need another day, another excuse to express that what they have is above anything else in their lives or as Niall says “Like you two need any excuse to be extra.”

But they do it anyway, and it works because they look back now to those days, and all it is to them is proof now of how far they’ve come.  How impenetrable they are.


So yeah Zayn knows exactly what they toast to each year as he knocks his knee into Liam’s and raises his glass.

“To us,” he starts

Liam smiles and raises his glass so it’s a centimetre away from Zayn’s and adds, “Just us.”

Till there’s others depending on us goes unspoken.

The glasses clink together and they each take a sip and Zayn knows what’s coming as Liam takes one more sip and then shakes his glass, staring down at the way the liquid swirls in the glass and says.

“Still don’t regret a moment?”

Zayn shakes his head.

“You don’t ever wish things had happened differently?”

Every year Zayn thinks hard about it.  Every year he feels Liam’s gaze on him as he does. 

Every time he thinks of what would have happened had he not got up that morning, if his mum didn’t know him so well, know how he’d have pretended every day that it was okay that he was an English teacher and on one level that would have been true and maybe with a lifetime of saying that he could believe it one day, how Liam’s always said they’d meet somehow, somewhere anyway.

Maybe one day when Zayn would’ve fallen asleep on the settee after putting some bread in the toaster and the next thing he’d know would be the fire brigade crashing through the door, and the smell of smoke.

That Liam would’ve been the one to give him the lecture about fire prevention and not replacing the battery in the smoke detector and Zayn would have tried some awkward cheesy line about “Well you’d better take me out and show me where to find said battery then.”

Or another Liam would have bought tickets for him and his then partner to see Drake and then they split up, and a skint Liam would have sold the spare ticket on a website and Zayn would’ve ended up ‘right next to him’ and they’d have gone for a McDonalds after and realised they had to go home on the same bus except Liam would’ve missed his stop but he didn’t care.

And in those other worlds, those other paths that could’ve been taken, maybe that Zayn and that Liam try and make the most of what was a bad day for them.

He’s sure that it’s as perfect, or the kind of imperfect perfection they’ve built this way but would he have it any other way? 

Try it differently?  If you’d given Zayn a crystal ball, seen what was to come, would he have done it the same?

Zayn looks to his right.  At Liam.  This man who by some miracle loves him as much as he loves him back.   Who looks at him with an expectant expression on his face, head tilted to one said as he holds the glass once more and takes a sip, then hiccups after stuffing too many Pringles into his mouth.

“No Liam, no I wouldn’t,” he could say more, but what’s left to say that’s not been said a thousand times before, been immortalised forever in the words of their music, said on other August 21st’s and over and over again.

Liam nods finishes the mouthful of snacks, murmurs a soft but decisive “Same,” before he nudges into Zayn and asks. “What universe were you in then?”

Zayn raises his eyebrows. 

“Oh come on I know you Malik, was it Fireman Liam with the habit of singing Hotline bling in karaoke bars all over London and his long pole or Plumber Liam and his uncanny knack of knowing just which tool to use next?”

Zayn shakes his head and picks up his glass. “Trust you to bring it down to that level.”

Liam lets out a huff of indignation, and his lips form into a pout. “It was the fireman wasn’t it?”

Zayn starts to laugh and nods. “It was recently single Liam, the Drake fan too.”

“We should tell him how he features so hugely in our other worlds when we see him next.”

“If we ever want Drake to speak to us again, I think that’s the last thing we should do babe.”

Liam hums happily, and they sit in silence with only the occasional sound of the crinkle of the Doritos bag until they finish the bottle, stumble up the stairs and count down the days to next year.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

By iwillpaintasongforlou

In a world where everyone wakes up on their sixteenth birthday with a tattoo on their forearm of the name of their soulmate, trust-fund baby turned fireman Liam Payne keeps his tattoo bandaged up so even he doesn’t know his soulmate’s name. Zayn is an art student and volunteer EMT who kind of just wants to be all Liam needs regardless of whether they’re meant to be.

(Basically, Liam says ‘fuck you’ to the soulmate system and Zayn pretends he doesn’t know the truth.)

ao3, one shot

Lilo Fic Rec

Hey hey so here’s a little fic rec for anyone who enjoys lilo as much as I do :)

Warning for some BDSM elements in a few of these

This Would Be It- Liam works in a cemetery and Louis is everything he wants, everything he once had, and everything he never dreamed of. (Saying anything else might ruin it.)

If You Leave-Four times, Louis makes Liam a promise. Liam wishes he would have promised back.

Soul-Louis is the medical android tasked with taking care of Liam in a world after nuclear war.

Better With You- Single parent and solo artist Liam Payne hires Louis Tomlinson to be a full time nanny to his four year old son Sammy. Although the two men don’t quite click from the start it’s love at first sight between Sammy and Louis. Eventually Louis and Liam warm up to each other and get on like a house on fire, in fact the two become a little too fond of each other.

Truly, Madly, Crazy, Deeply-In which Liam and Louis wake up married after Zayn’s bachelor party in Las Vegas.

Miss Missing You-Louis wakes up after an accident with a year of memories gone and something not quite right about his relationship with Liam.

A Place in the Sun-Louis is looking forward to spending the whole summer with Harry and his friends, working at a summer camp, drinking and being generally stupid. But there’s a new counselor who’s actually read the rulebook, and he’s going to ruin everything.

Build a Nest for Us to Sleep In-“It’ll be fun,” Louis tells Liam quietly. If it was anyone else’s break-up, Louis would know exactly what to do, what balance of fondness and foolishness he’d need to give, but he’s totally lost with Liam. Louis has no idea what he might need, what could make him feel better, so in the end he gives Liam the only thing he has: “We can order take away and play videogames and fuck about for a few days. I’ll get Harry to bring us groceries, we won’t even need to leave the house. Come on, Liam, come live with me.”

Smile Again-Recently dumped Louis sets his kitchen on fire on Christmas Eve. Fireman Liam makes the mistake of inviting him home for Christmas. Chaos and feelings ensue.

Easy as All That (Go Around a Time or Two)-The one where Liam and Louis only kiss when they’re on nights out, when it’s secret, when there’s no one around to see them. If no one knows you’re having a sexuality crisis, that means it isn’t happening, right?

Worth the Wait-“Leave it to you, Liam, to not only be the least likely person to ever pull in a hooker, but he winds up being a bloke that you move in with.” He’s cackling wildly now and Liam’s hand nearly slips off the wheel as Niall hits him repeatedly. Liam doesn’t need to see to know Niall’s laughing so hard he’s got tears coming from his eyes and his cheeks are most likely a bright red flush. “Liam Payne: making even a shady encounter with a hooker into a respectable situation.”

Under Me You, So Quite New-Liam knows what Louis needs, even when Louis doesn’t.

The New Posh and Becks-2016 is a big year for solo artist Liam Payne. After his amazing experience on X Factor, releasing his own album and touring with Little Mix seems like the height of success. Then he meets Arsenal midfielder Louis Tomlinson at a charity event, and suddenly everything

Restart The Heart You Gave Me-I—” Louis starts, stopping himself abruptly and taking an extended pause before rushing out, “I miss you,” so fast that Liam almost, almost doesn’t catch it. He hears Louis’ sharp intake of breath on the other end and thinks that maybe Louis is just as surprised by his admission as he is. Okay.

With the Hope That You Would Tame Me-Once, on a dull night off, Liam tries asking Google on a whim. He stares at the blinking cursor in the search bar for a while, trying to figure out how to phrase it, because something tells him “why does my mate like it when I hit him” won’t bring up a lot of helpful results.

Come a Little Closer-Liam finds Louis’ porn.

If it’s Love, Hold me Tight-Relationships are complicated, especially if the other person is carefully avoiding talking about it in any serious way; or, the one where Louis is afraid of commitment and makes a right mess of things because of it.

A Love That’s There for Others Too-When Liam filmed Louis during a strictly one-time-only stoned hook-up, he never expected it to turn their lives upside down.

Level Up-I’ve been having some weird—feelings,“ Liam says, "recently.” “What, like, in your pants?” Louis demands. He’s expecting Liam to scowl and correct him and start talking sensibly, but instead Liam’s whole face goes a hot, mortified red. Louis stares. “You’re taking the piss,” he says, incredulous. “Aren’t you?”

These Streets are Yours-The night Louis slept with Liam, Louis was half-convinced that just for once, things were going to go his way.

Look at the Stars, Look How They Shine For You-In the end, Liam says what he always says, what he’ll always say to Louis when he’s like this. “You can, you know,” Liam says quietly. “Be with me, that is.” He feels Louis go tense because Liam’s never had the talk with Louis like he’s had with himself but he somehow thinks Louis knows. They haven’t been together like this for so long Liam half-expects Louis to question him and the fact that he doesn’t makes Liam think Louis wants him just as much, even if it’s just for tonight.

Thought it Would Be Safest-And for years after that, all throughout school, Liam comes home with Louis’ name in the corner of his books and the thin skin of his inner elbows and the back of his shirt even though they’re never in the same class. (Liam and Louis grow up together)

Needing is One Thing, Getting Is Another- It’s hard not to stare at your wrist when there is a small, futuristic, piece of metal imbedded in the skin there, like something out of a science fiction novel. Louis’ TiMER has never changed: four sections of dashes blinking the seconds away, completely blank until his soulmate gets their TiMER too.

Paris Blue- Liam and Harry visit Paris. Louis is a prostitute, except for when he isn’t.

Just Remember Who I am in the Morning-After a car accident Louis is left with a condition that causes him to wake up at random points in his life with no recollection of any memories he’s made past the age of nineteen. He has no clue who Liam is or the fact that they’re married and Liam is forced to make Louis fall in love with him, over and over again.

April Fools-Now, staring down at the platinum band on his own left hand (“only the best for you, Liam,” Louis had said, smirking as he slid the ring on Liam’s finger), Liam wasn’t so sure any of this was the best idea for an April Fool’s prank. But both of them knew he would go along with it. Liam always did.

If I Could Reach The Stars, Id Give Them All To You- Louis goes to bed 13 and miserable. He wakes up 17 years later on top of the world. (13 going on 30 au)

A Secret Chord- On a whim, Louis and Liam decide to turn a mutual love of their reckless adventures, wild mischief, and bulletproof friendship into pop music and songs they can be proud of. It’s the start of a partnership that shouldn’t actually work, but really really does. Or, Liam and Louis make memories at midnight.

Ink My Skin With Your Name-Liam knows the moment he wakes up that it’s not Louis laying beside him. It’s Louis’ body and Louis’ voice slowly starting to freak out. That was his second hint that Louis was gone, the first was that he hadn’t woken up with a small weight on his chest and lips pressed to his jaw.

fireworkshazza-deactivated20170  asked:

Hey lovely :) Do you know of any larry christmas fic recs? I'm starting to get in the mood!!! HAPPY MITAM RELEASE!!

I was secretly wishing someone ask me that ! THANK  YOU !!

So, here we ho (ho ho), FIC REC SPECIAL CHRISTMAS :

- love is a word (you gave it a name) , by @hattalove : it’s christmas. in between snowman building, tree shopping, and ill-advised skating on a frozen lake, louis and harry get ready to take the most important step of their lives. ‘21k)

- Could It Be Magic? , by halleluzayn : (…) Or the one where Harry comes back from America, the Horan’s pretty much own the whole town, Niall loves the “Bubble Man”, Liam is a cheating bastard and Zayn and Louis should really ask first before they make assumptions.) (Ziam 18k )

-  wrap me up like a present and put me away    by @larryarrow : It’s Christmas time and as Louis’ best friend, Harry needs to make sure he doesn’t feel lonely during the merriest part of the year. Maybe putting anonymous notes in his locker isn’t the best way, but, technicalities. (9k)

- Smile Again , by @mistresscurvy : Recently dumped Louis sets his kitchen on fire on Christmas Eve. Fireman Liam makes the mistake of inviting him home for Christmas. Chaos and feelings ensue. (Lilo 16k)

- all the lights are full of colour , by @infinitelymint :  (…) Or, Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle. (26k)

- We Will Find Our Way by supernope :   Harry and Louis are uni students studying abroad in New York, stuck in the dorms together over Christmas. (9k)

- may your every wish come true by @cocoalou : Harry and Louis reconnect during the Holidays, it’s kind of fate. (4k)

- Like You Made Me Feel When We Were : “Did you hear?” Ruth asked. “Louis Tomlinson’s back.”Liam’s first reaction was oh shit followed by come on, Liam followed by keep your face blank just this once, don’t react, c’mon Liam, don’t react. He wasn’t tremendously successful, if Ruth’s giggles were anything to go by. “He’s your best friend! It’s not like you haven’t spoken to him in two years or something, right?” Ruth asked. — I n which Louis comes home for Christmas. (Lilo 17k)

- The World Could Show Nothing To Me : Where Louis is a washed-up popstar and Harry is his stylist’s assistant, Liam has a crush on supermodel Zayn Malik and boys are really bad at expressing emotions, but really good at Titanic re-enactments. (10k)

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He strips for your birthday.

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Harry: You couldn’t help but laugh at the club music that played in the background, Harry seeming a little nervous as he stood in front of you. With his hips moving back and forth to the music you could barely stifle a laugh, Harry pouting when he realized. “This is serious babe.” He dragged out his words, kicking his shoes to the side of the room. You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, whipping it around a few times before tossing it at you. You couldn’t help but giggle as he tried pulling off his pants, a little too tight as he struggled to get them down his legs, having to hop on one foot in order to get them off. He walked over to you, his own laughter blending with yours as he knelt over you. “Well, I thought I would try that for your birthday. Guess I need to practice a bit more.” He chuckled, pressing his lips to yours. “Don’t worry Styles. You’re still cute and you’re still gonna score.”

Louis: Your hand flew over your mouth, giggling as Louis walked into your bedroom, singing the classic Happy Birthday song to you. He only wore his house robe, a party hat secure on his head as he sang the song. “Make a wish.” He smiled, bringing a small cupcake to your mouth, a single candle lit in the center. After thinking for a moment you blew it out, a smirk on Louis’ face as he set it to the side. “What did you wish for?” He asked. “I can’t tell you.” You grinned, Louis shrugging and stepping back. “Well it doesn’t matter anyway because I’m about to make all your dreams come true.” He clicked the play button on the radio dramatically, untying his robe and dropping it to his ankles. You couldn’t help but laugh at him in one his underwear, dancing for you, teasing you with his thumbs locked in the waistband, pulling at it slowly until he was completely nude, dancing for and over to you, ready to make all of your wishes a reality.

Niall: Niall was completely wasted, dancing in front of everyone at the biggest birthday party you’d ever had. Having had a few drinks yourself, you really didn’t mind that his over-excitement for the night. “Lap dance time!” Niall’s hands flew into the air just as another song came on, a little slower. You laughed as he walked over to where you say, rolling his body. The other guests cheered him on as he took off his shirt for you, tossing it to where you sat so that it landed on your head. With another laugh you pushed it to the side only to see Niall dropping his pants, your hand flying over your mouth as he danced over to you, straddling your lap. “Oh, don’t get shy now.” He mused as he continued to dance, everyone witnessing your birthday strip show, Niall lowering his mouth to yours before he stood back up, lifting you with him and tossing you over his shoulder so that he could carry you. He took a bow before he left, exclaiming to you and your on-lookers, “I’m gonna take this show to the bedroom!”

Liam: You sat in your bedroom, pulled up to your desk as you posted one final thank you for all the birthday wishes you’d received today. “Hey babe, do you know something? I always dreamed of being a fireman.” Liam commented, coming from the bathroom. “You’d make a pretty hot fireman.” You laughed until you heard the beat of a song coming in, swiveling in your chair only to find Liam, having discarded his clothes from the day, now dressed, shirtless beneath his pants and red suspenders, a firefighter’s hat on his head. You couldn’t help but giggle at first, whooping as he rolled his hips in time with the music, sliding the suspenders down his muscular arms. He walked over to you, removing his hat and placing it on your head, his legs at either of your sides as he finishes his strip tease on your lap, ending in only his boxers, straining over his erection and you, hot and bothered as he thrust against you.

Zayn: You led Zayn to your bedroom, hoping for one last gift before your birthday ended after spending the night with him and your friends at an overly extravagant restaurant. “Sit down for me.” He instructed, nodding towards the bench at the end of your bed, stepping away from you to his stereo, mellow sounds of a slow jam coming from the speakers. He walked to where he stood right in front of you slowly, his fingers skillfully tugging at the button of his jacket, letting it fall down his arms and to the floor. He wore a confident grin as he tugged at his tie, not fully undoing it as he pulled it off, stepping up to wrap it around your neck. Next, he unbuttoned his shirt, letting each one pop open slowly, teasing you with his every move. He let his hips roll as he undid his pants, pushing them down his legs. You could feel a heat rising in your body at the sight of him and he crawled over to you, dropping his boxers directly in front of you while you applauded his little show, your gift only half complete as you made your way to the bed. 

Fic: Smile Again (Liam/Louis, 17K, Explicit)

Smile Again

Liam/Louis | Explicit | 17K

Recently dumped Louis sets his kitchen on fire on Christmas Eve. Fireman Liam makes the mistake of inviting him home for Christmas. Chaos and feelings ensue.

Happy Holidays, harriet_vane! You requested angst and sadness followed by schmoop and cuddles; I hope this fits the bill <3

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anonymous asked:

Fireman Liam??? thank you!!!!

Suuure thing!

The way we do - (wip)

Marveling coincidence - (wip)

Bandages -

Cause nobody saves me baby the way you do -

It keeps my veins hot (the fire’s found a home in me) -

Rather be with you -

I could drink a case of you -

Keep this love (in a photograph) -

Feel you through the fire -

Play me a song, your newest one -

Like peter pan (or superman) -

Took in the perfect serenity you give me (every day) -