Monday Fic Rec
It’s just past midnight in the UK and my brain won’t shut up even though I’ve got an 8-8 shift tomorrow, so here’s some new fics we can all enjoy:
Summary: “I can’t wait to kiss you,” he says, softly. “With, like, tongue.”
Louis closes his eyes. This afternoon on the train in, he would never have guessed that at the end of the night he’d have Harry Styles- the Harry Styles- beside him, begging to be kissed. With tongue. Jesus Christ.
Word count: 30,596
Summary: When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.
Word count: 24,501
Summary: “Look, for a Sadie Hawkins dance the omegas are supposed to invite the alphas instead of the other way around.”Niall and Liam shared a look. “That… sounds like the sort of thing you would usually be all over, Lou,” Liam said, face pinched in confusion. Niall nodded his agreement.“Yeah, if omegas were hosting it,” Louis replied sourly. “It’s one thing if we decide that we’re going to ask the alphas for a change. It’s insulting that they think we need their permission.”When Harry’s alpha fraternity decides to host a Sadie Hawkins dance, outspoken omega Louis has a thing or two to say about it.
Word count: 13,146
Summary: Liam and Louis round the corner to see a horse trotting around the ring. She (or maybe he) is a beautiful animal, with a dark black coat and white socks. A tall man in riding clothes sits atop the horse, speaking softly. He’s completely focused on the horse, and doesn’t notice their entrance at all. Dark brown curls spill out from beneath his helmet, and his expression is one of total joy.
“Who’s that?” Louis asks, finding himself oddly breathless.
“That’s Chester,” Liam says. “He’s an angel.”
Louis is about to comment that he looks like an angel, but then pauses. “The human or the horse?”
Louis is a photography student, assigned to do a project at Greenfield Stables. Harry is a veterinary student, working part-time at Greenfield to gain experience and make a little money. They both have something to teach the other.
Word count: 17,901
Got This Feeling In Our Souls by Anonymous:
Summary: Louis sat up, awoken by something he couldn’t quite put a finger on. He scrubbed at his eyes, unsure if he was actually still dreaming or if he was awake. He didn’t dream often, but when he did they were always vivid like this. Louis opened his eyes and squinted through the darkness before jumping back, his heart racing.
Dream or not, there was a person sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. The chair that usually was only used by Charlie while Louis slept.“
Who the fuck are you and how did you get in my apartment?” Louis asked, voice a bit more squeaky than he’d like to admit. Suddenly there were two flashes of green, and the world went black again.
Word count: 8,250
Summary: He misses. The shot misses.
Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.
Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.
The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.
“Fuck,” Harry says.
Word count: 42,420
Summary: “Well, I’m gonna go work out now, so…” Harry said, his voice trailing off.
Louis nodded. “Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Go get, uh, you know, strong and buff.”
Louis wanted to die.
“Um, thanks?” Harry said. “Um…”
Without another word, Harry walked away from the desk.
Louis pinched his thigh – hard – hoping that was some terrible, awkward nightmare that he might soon wake up from.
Or, the one where Louis works at Harry’s new gym and neither one of them knows how to hold a coherent conversation with the other.
Word count: 14,484
the dead things we carry by Anonymous:
Summary: September ‘49
He hasn’t seen him since that day in France, that horrible muddy day where for one terrifyingly long second, Louis really thought he was going to die. He winces with the phantom pain, the hand not holding his cane going to his stomach automatically, remembering the franticness, the tenderness, of Harry’s hands while Louis was bleeding out.
This is the man who saved Louis’ life.
For one second, Louis fears Harry won’t recognise him, but his eyes widen when he turns to his left and they meet Louis’. He takes a step forward, reaching for him with a shaky hand before stopping himself.
“Louis,’ Harry says with a shudder and Louis doesn’t think his name has ever carried more weight.
This is the only man Louis ever thought about kissing for real.
“Oh,” Mrs. Padley says, clearly taken aback. “You two know each other?”
There are some things people never fully come home from. Until, one day, if they’re lucky, home comes to them.
Word count: 25,314
Summary: There’s not a royal in the world who doesn’t carry some sort of secret, and Prince Louis has more than his fair share. To protect himself and his family, Louis withdrew from the public eye and tried to live a quiet life, biding his time until his sister Lottie could take the throne in his stead. Unfortunately for him, the national media and the worst person Louis has ever met team up to bring him kicking and screaming back into the spotlight.
Under the watchful eyes of millions, Louis has to figure out how to keep his carefully constructed house of cards from falling, and the first step to accomplishing that is to keep from falling in love with the irritatingly charming Prince Harry, who just won’t stop showing up and trying to whisk Louis out of the constraints of his boring life.
Or: the course of true love never did run smooth, because sometimes people are stubborn and sometimes people are scared and sometimes, just sometimes, love can cause just as many problems as it solves.
Word count: 35,591
Summary: “Harry?” Louis called out. It was light out and a Sunday. Harry was probably in the kitchen.
Right then, Harry came walking back into the room with some scrambled eggs and toast on two plates. He froze about three steps in though, and looked up at Louis, his brows furrowed.
“I made breakfast, but…you…” Harry stopped and cleared his throat. “Uhm, your scent changed? Just since I got up to make breakfast. You okay?”
Louis bit his lip and shook his head. “I think my heat is coming early.”
Or the one where Harry and Louis have been friends since they were kids, but when Louis’ heat comes early, that balance that always existed between them suddenly changes.
Word count: 4,662