one direction slash fanfic

After the Thrill is Gone (Narry)

Summary: Niall and Harry start fucking right around the time they start taking a private plane. (smut, 4K)

A/N: There is a stunning lack of Mile High Narry fic so I thought I’d make this, I also have homework I need to do and I haven’t slept, but I digress. Dedicated to both Sara and Bree. Title from the Eagles album One of These Nights.

The first time Niall and Harry take a private plane it’s right after the weed video leaks –it’s not that they don’t love Louis and Zayn, they really do but it was a stupid fucking thing to do, videotaping it- Harry’s a non-confrontational person though and Niall would probably laugh it off but it’s still uncomfortable and it’s a seven hour flight, neither of them could sit through that with the huge fucking elephant in the room (airplane?).

Liam opts to go with them and that’s alright he probably needs a bit of a break from all the drama too almost always worrying about everything and everyone, it’s annoying but endearing. Niall doesn’t think he can listen to it for seven hours though, so he finds a comfortable seat to settle into near the back, kicks up his legs onto the neighboring leather chair and pops his headphones in, listening to the Eagles entire 1975 album.

It’s too monotonous, no cellphone service 36,000 feet in the air, and Niall’s so bored he’s about ready to fall asleep when he feels someone slip into the third seat by his feet –Harry- smiling at him and nodding his head, his hand pawing lightly at Niall’s ankle and brushing his fingers over the curve of his heel.

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Little Green

He folds every piece of clothing one by one, every babygro, every shirt, every little sock, and piles them all up on the floor beside him. His heart aches with each piece he sets down, reminded each time of the fact that they no longer need any of this. It feels a waste keeping them when they aren’t going to have their own baby to dress. Might as well give them to a proper family who can use them.

He’s sure that Sophia might like a couple of things for her baby girl and maybe they can donate the rest to charity. And then they won’t have to look at them everyday and be reminded of what they almost had, of the little girl who was snatched away from them before they’d had a real chance to love her.

No, that’s not right. Before they had a chance to have her. Because they both already love her. They loved her the second they laid eyes on her.

Read it here on AO3 or here on tumblr

My top larry fanfics

Since i’m always looking for larry rec’s here is a list of my all time favorite larry stylinson fanfictions ( in no particular order)

1. 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.”

2. You You You – “Infamous boybander leaves club together with unknown,” read the headline. Underneath were pictures of a boy with dark curls, green eyes and very tight pants. They both studied the article for a moment, reading it through quickly.

“Is that…?” Louis frowned. That guy almost looked exactly like… “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”
“Louis,” Niall said, looking absolutely fucked over. “You just fucked the most wanted guy on earth. You just fucked Harry Styles of One Direction.”

3. Smoke and Mirrors  -Every time anyone joked about Louis and Harry’s close bond, calling them ‘boyfriends’ or whatnot, it caused a fluttering feeling in the pit of Harry’s stomach. He wasn’t sure what it meant. He hadn’t really thought of Louis too much in a romantic sense. They were friends – really good friends. But there was something about it. Harry loved Louis almost more than he loved any other human being on the planet. He loved him so much. They were the best of friends. Harry supposed the feeling derived from that. He wasn’t sure. He just knew he probably wouldn’t make it in life without Lou in it.

4. We are Honey and the Bee – It isn’t his fault though, it is entirely the fault of whichever gods thought it would be a good idea to taunt Louis by dangling a curly haired boy in front of him with a mouth that can’t possibly be as soft as it looks, a mouth that requires further inspection with Louis’ own mouth. Unfortunately, Louis absolutely cannot do that, because it would go against all rules and guidelines in the Golden Handbook of Nanny and Employee Etiquette that he’s pretty sure exists.

au where harry plays rugby at uni, louis needs to hire a nanny, and life is one big cliche.

5. Young & Beautiful – 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.

6. Hiding out In the Kitchen  – Harry’s in an internationally famous boyband with his three best mates, he gets laid on a pretty regular basis, and he’s headed to Australia in a week. He doesn’t need anything else, and he certainly doesn’t need a boyfriend. If this nice guy he met in a coffeeshop wants to date him, great—but that’s all it is. Right?

7. Baby Heaven’s in Your Eyes – Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

8. Coming Too - Louis has been acting strange–distant, distracted, and like someone rather unlike his usual cheerful self. He thinks he’s hiding it, but Harry’s never been one to be fooled. As Harry catches on and the truth is revealed, friendship blossoms and matures into something a bit more as one boy finally comes to terms with himself.

Or alternatively, the one where Louis thinks he’s gay and Harry helps him get things sorted.

9. Don’t Look Down – 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.

10. We’re Okay – It’s funny, really, that their lives hadn’t intercepted before that point. That all it took was one little thing that set off a chain reaction of circumstances which led them all to each other. But it was for the best, really, because in the end, with each other, they were all okay.

And if you asked them, the whole thing could be blamed on Liam sleeping in, for once in his life.

11. Chicken Out – This is the story of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson playing ‘gay chicken’ and losing, hard.

12. Truth be Told (I Never Was Yours)  – The where Louis and Harry have a complicated past, Louis is getting married to someone that’s not Harry, and the universe has decided to have a laugh and make Harry the wedding planner.)

13. Sing When You’re Winning – Harry is fifteen minutes late to the office on the day Louis Tomlinson comes out as gay.

 Or, the one where Harry’s a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League’s first gay footballer and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.

14. May You Enjoy Your New Life - It begins for them all at the bungalow –

‘Alright, time to lay out the cards. We’re in this together and hopefully, for the long haul, yeah? So I think – you know, we should just be honest. It’s deal-breakers time. That thing that like, if we’re gonna hate you or something, just tell us all now.’

15. 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.)

16. Without the Bitter, the Sweet Isn’t as Sweet - A year after One Direction’s fiery break-up, Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are thrown together as they face the unwanted task of a reunion concert. As their lives become intertwined once again, past wounds and secrets will resurface as they struggle to deal with the unexpected turn of events.

17. 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.

18. Empty Skies - For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.

Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

Hook, Line, and Sinker (Narry)

Summary: Harry is a lifeguard who can’t swim and Niall is a merman with abandonment issues. (Mermaid!au, 12K, side Lilo)

A/N: Based off  this offensively adorable picture from Beeegoood. It started getting cliché near the middle so naturally I made fun of it being cliché.


 It’s eight in the morning, few people wandering the beach and Harry’s first day as a Lifeguard on duty -alone and without one of the more experienced guards to help him along- and Harry’s absolutely terrified sitting up on a lawn chair settled on the tower because he had no idea that when he signed up to be a lifeguard he’d have to guard people’s lives, the potential threat that he might actually have to breach the water and save someone. His flotation devices -floaties- can barely support his weight, if a thrashing, frantic child clings to him they’d both go down and Harry’s a walking hazard waiting to happen.

It’s only for a summer -an incredibly long drawn out summer while his friends were gone fucking off all around Europe- and he figured they wouldn’t leave him alone without a partner, then again he also expected a swimming test to be involved somewhere through the process of getting hired and that never came, so he’s basically paralyzed in his seat, half tempted to sound the alarm and start yelling shark, but he needs this job and there’s probably a hidden rule against that somewhere so he stays in his seat wishing that no one gets a stomach cramp or decides to get swept away by the current.

 A kid splashes along the shoreline and Harry tenses in his seat, gripping the armrests tight enough his knuckles turn an unhealthy shade of white. He’s called away by his mother and Harry relaxes, his palms indented from the chair -he doesn’t know if he can survive another seven hours of this not without straining a muscle or popping a blood vessel.

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Daylight- Luke Hemmings One Shot

Daylight- Luke Hemmings, One Shot 

Inspired by ‘Daylight’ off of the 5sos Amnesia EP, which you can purchase from here. You can also listen to ‘Daylight’ here.  Click here to find my blog. Click here to give me feedback. Rated: R (contains swearing & smut) Word Count:  2,629


“Creative, honest and stubborn”

“Hey, I said ‘persistent ’ you asshole!”  She shrieked.

He ignored her as he continued to read through her question-air sheet that she was forced to fill out since she was involved in a Debutante Ball that her mother had stressed to her that she should part take in.

“I don’t even want to do this stupid shit anyway, it’s-”

“Shut up, I’m trying to read you dipshit!”

Luke browsed through the remaining questions that she had answered on the crumbled piece of bleached white paper, he tried to preserve his laugher to himself and not snicker at her responses out loud but as he read her retort to the concluding question,

What is it you value most here at school?

Luke lost all of his self-control and started to laugh so uncontrollably that his stomach began to contract and generate a rigid sensation in his lower abdomen, and as the tears commenced down from his tear ducks to the sides of his cheeks, Luke rolled over horizontally so that his back faced the couch, and tried to regulate his breathing pattern once again.

            “That’s it, give it back to me!” she shouted and snatched the crushed up paper from Luke’s right hand.  She remained impatient towards Luke as he tried to recompose himself again.

            “Are you quite finished?” She asked irritated.

Luke disregarded her rhetorical question and asked, “Who is the poor bustard that is taking you to deb anyway?”

“Don’t be rude Lucas, I’m sure your mother wouldn’t approve of you calling Chris a bustard” she smirked at Luke.

“Who the hell is Chris?”

“Chris Hood.”

“You mean Calum Hood? Fuck no. Leave him alone! ”

“He was the one that asked me!” She yelled defensively towards Luke. 

Luke remained silent. His silence created an awkward atmosphere in the room where they both sat together.  She grew tired of the silence and said

“I don’t even want to do this dumb fucking shit anyway, I only agreed to go with him because my mum always wanted me to participate in a debutante ball-”

“I’m leaving, I’ll see you on Monday” Luke interrupted her as he sat up from the grey couch.

“C’mon Luke, don’t be like that” She pleaded towards him.

He gave her a humourless laugh before retorting unemotionally towards her “I can’t look at you in the same light”.

She sat there motionlessly on the couch and watched as Luke walked around the small rectangular coffee table, and towards the front door of the apartment. As Luke left he couldn’t help but feel as though his heart wasn’t functioning properly. ‘My heart doesn’t feel right’ he thought to himself. He had a bizarre feeling that his head was going to trip over that thought for the remainder of the night.

“I need another point of view,” he whispered and walked cautiously down the narrow wooden staircase that led to the foyer of the apartment complex. Luke’s all black converses made high-pitched noises on the gleaming granite floors of the lobby which resulted with a look of disapproval from the doorman as he continued his journey through the revolving golden doors.

The violent wind was howling when Luke exited from the building, he could feel it yanking at the blonde roots of his hair, which left him with the sensation of knives piercing through his scalp. The night itself produced an eerie ambiance that left Luke’s shoulders tense as he proceeded to walk along the concrete pathway that led to a pedestrian crossing. Luke stopped to press the small silver button located on the middle of the traffic light pole that would ultimately alter the appearance of a crossing man figure from red to green. Small beeping sounds were emitted from the machine while Luke waited agonizingly for the colour of the crossing man to change. Cars drove by leisurely and temporary shined Luke with their headlights. Luke pressed his fingers on the cold metallic surface of the button again hoping that it would speed up the waiting process for him. His efforts were futile. He continued to wait impatiently for the lights to change and he even considered to J-walk across the road, fortunately Luke was prevented from doing so when the machine changed its beeping from a ‘1,2,3’ rhythm, to a ‘1’ pace instead which signalled to Luke that it was safe to cross the road. Luke looked both ways before he crossed the road knowing better than to hastily cross without checking for cars. ‘You get all sorts of dickheads on the road today’ he thought to himself as he reached the end of the crossing.

Luke turned the corner to enter an insignificantly quiet neighbourhood; he continued to walk further more until he reached a small single storied house that was numbered 7. Luke opened the front gate and closed it again before he climbed the small 4 steps that led to a doorbell where he pressed his index finger onto the cool plastic knob. Music chimed throughout the household awaking the beast that was once sleeping.

“This better be good,” Michael muttered to himself as he toddled sluggishly towards his front door.

“I needed another point of view,” were the first words Luke had pathetically whined to Michael once he had opened the door to reveal an extremely miserable looking soul.

“What is it this time?” Michael asked him and closed the door after he let Luke inside.

“You’ve never led me wrong before, so please be honest with me”

“Go ahead I’m listening” Michael answered as they both sat down on his chocolate coloured couch.  Luke sat there wordlessly and attempted to famine the words he would say to Michael that would help communicate to him how he was feeling.

“Fuck. Fucking hell, I reacted so badly!” Luke roared as he tugged at the roots of his hair, all while he glared at the carpeted surface of Michael’s living room.  

“She is going to that fucking dance with Calum” Luke complained to Michael. Luke didn’t have to say her name in order for Michael to comprehend whom he was talking about.

“Listen Luke, she’s got a method of killing. She’ll pull you in like you’re gonna start kissing, you’ll fool around until you’ve lost all feeling. And then she’ll suck your blood-”

“Until your heart stops beating?” Luke chuckled at Michael.

“Man I can’t believe you just quoted a scene from a comic book to me”

“Actually it was from Twilight, Jeez Luke get your facts right. Second of all how do you know that? You claimed you’ve never seen nor read twilight” Michael accused Luke.

“It doesn’t matter dude. The point is that you just quoted-”

“Hey! This isn’t about me. This is about you.” Michael interrupted him.  Luke started to feel disheartened all over again. He could feel a burning sensation being produced from his tear ducks, all while his nose created an outflow of mucus that dribbled down onto his red and black flannel shirt.

“I don’t know man, fuck. She gives me a feeling that I can’t describe”.

“I don’t know if that’s necessarily a good thing Luke”

“I know, and it’s a road that will lead to nowhere. The fucked up thing is that all I want to do is go there” Luke exhaled and rubbed his eyes.

“Maybe you should get some rest, you might form a different perspective in the morning” Michael insinuated to Luke.

After Michael had arranged a temporary bed on his couch for Luke to sleep upon, he retreated down the hallway to his bedroom. Luke lifted the soft duvet and laid himself down on the lumpy old couch. He shifted occasionally to form a comfortable position, as he laid there he felt his eyelids become heavy, and before he knew it he fell asleep to only experience an extremely vivid dream about her.

*    *    *

Her lips were leaving behind a trail of minor light kisses leading down from Luke’s earlobe, to the sides of his neck and along his chest region. While she placed her lips upon Luke’s body, she placed her left hand on his left breast, while her right hand moderately caressed the right side of Luke’s body effortlessly. Her hand gradually found itself moving lower on Luke’s body, all while Luke kept his hands resting firmly on her butt. Luke’s stomach began to tense when she casually palmed Luke through his black skinny jeans.

“Fuck” Luke whispered.

She smirked faintly against his chest at his response; before she made her way slowly back up towards Luke’s right ear, Her kisses left Luke inoperative. Below his right ear she placed a kiss upon the skin she wished to claim as her own. She gradually began to suck at the skin, which caused it to changed from its once pale undertone to a purple tone instead. She then began to add more pressure on Luke’s bulge; she felt it begin to stiffen slightly beneath her touch.

“Shit, baby. Are you going to wrap those pretty little lips of yours around my cock?”

“That depends if you’ve been a good boy Luke,” she whispered seductively and deliberately placed slow soft kisses across Luke’s body again.

“You’ve been a very good boy” she said when she reached the waistband of Luke’s jeans; and blithely ran a finger along the zipper of his pants. She kissed Luke’s penis through his jeans, which left him yearning for some skin–to–skin contact around his dick.

“You said it yourself baby, I’ve been a good boy. Don’t good boys deserve a reward?”

She ignored his imprudent question, and unhurriedly commenced to unzip Luke’s denim pants. She licked leisurely at the slight damp patch on Luke’s white American Apparel underwear; she snickered silently at the irony. She dragged the materiel slowly down from Luke’s body until it stretched down past his knees. She then began to pump Luke’s penis, all while she left butterfly kisses on the flesh inside of Luke’s thighs.

“I don’t think you deserve my lips to be wrapped around your big fat cock Luke”

“Bloody hell, baby. Please, please for the love of god. Just suck my fucking dick” Luke moaned to her. When she continued to tug at his penis and not make any indication of doing anything further, Luke whined again to her,

“Baby girl, please. I need to feel your precious little lips wrapped around me. I swear to god, if you don’t do anything in the next 5 seconds I’ll jerk myself off and I’ll cum all over your gorgeous face.” She sighed before taking Luke’s limp cock into her mouth and relieving him of his sexual frustration.

“Just like that, holy shit” Luke groaned.

She licked from the base of his dick to the tip, following the veins that ran along his cock. She continued to make small kitten licks at the top of his penis before making sure to collect all of the pre-cum that had leaked from the slit at the head of Luke’s penis. Once she had grown tired of teasing Luke, she started to suck lightly at the most sensitive part of his dick. She gradually began to suck harder at it before slowly beginning to take more of Luke’s cock inside her mouth.

“Fuck! Yes, baby yes!”

“You’re making me so fucking hard, shit!” Luke moaned again and placed his hands on the back of her head. She tried to swallow all of Luke’s length but that proved to be problematic when she gagged and had to pull off in order to catch her breath again.

“Ah, fuck baby!” Luke shouted.

She jerked his penis while she persistently tried to recompose herself again.

“Do that again, baby!”

“What choke on your dick and die? Sure no problem Luke!” she replied sarcastically.

“What a cool way to die”

“Shut up you dork,” She said.

This time when she placed her lips around Luke’s cock, she only reached half way before she started to suck. She wrapped her right hand around the remaining part that she couldn’t fit into her mouth and jerked it in time with her mouth.

“Mmm, yeah baby”

She could now feel Luke’s penis becoming harder, so she tried to gain more confidence to try and increase the pleasure for Luke. She began to swallow more of Luke’s dick and hum around it to maximise the indulgence Luke was experiencing from her mouth. This resulted with Luke bellowing out curses that if he were to pronounce in a day-to-day conversation it would lead to him having to wash his mouth out with a ‘bar of soap’ as his mother would say.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Luke began to chant to himself.  Luke felt his breath being quickened, as well as his heart rate, which was rapidly increasing due the blood flow that was being supplied around his body (more like a certain part of his body).

“Ahh, baby. Keep it up; you’re doing such a good fucking job at sucking my cock”

“You like it when I suck your dick, don’t you Luke?”

“I fucking love it!”

She lifted her head from Luke’s penis to spit along his shaft and to pay some attention to his balls that she had unfortunately disregarded before.


 “What’s the matter Luke, are you going to cum?”

“I’m so bloody close,” Luke whimpered.

She grinned at him before she placed small kisses along Luke’s shaft before she finally took all of Luke’s cock back into her mouth, while she did so, Luke began to gently thrust his hips into her face, signalling to her to take him deeper.  She hummed around him it again which communicated to Luke that he was allowed to thrust his hips harder and deeper into her mouth.

“I’m cumming, Holy fuck!” Luke cried.

*    *     *

Luke woke up startled and covered in sweat; he lifted up the covers and checked inside his ninja turtle boxers for any traces of cum that might be in them. I don’t think Michael will want his blanket back, Luke thought to himself.

“Why won’t I want my blanket back?” Michael questioned Luke as he entered into his living room to check on him.

“I didn’t realise I said that out loud”

“Yeah you do that sometimes, you also moan in your sleep as well, it’s actually pretty funny. ” Michael sniggered to himself as he sat himself down next to Luke, who tried to conceal himself under the duvet, which proved to be ineffective.

“Just because you can’t see me, doesn’t mean that I can’t see you”

“Leave me alone.”

“C’mon don’t be like that, I was just joking man,” Michael complained to Luke and punched him on the shoulder. He waited a while for Luke to respond, but when Luke finally began to move, Michael began to tense. Luke sat up from the couch and sighed to himself.

“I wish I knew the meaning of my dream, it doesn’t make sense Michael” Luke exhaled.

“Was it about her?” Michael questioned Luke.

“Yeah, it was” Luke replied.

“It doesn’t make sense because I’m just not seeing how I’m alive, it feels like I’m not breathing”

“Oh c’mon. Dude you’re being a drama queen!”

“I am not!” Luke yelled out in outraged.

“So are you going to apologise to her, and hopefully get back together this time?”

“I’m not ready to start again. Plus she’s not willing to make amends. You know how stubborn she can be”

“Hey man, you don’t know that” Michael tried to encourage Luke, but he was disappointed when Luke replied,

“Dude, it’s too late for us”.



 (Fun fact: I had to watch a video of pedestrian crossing in order to write the scene of Luke crossing the road)

Also did you pick up on the small puns I made through out the text? Hint: there were 2.

Gonna try and walk on water

The lad looks up, his cat-like, glossy blue eyes boring into Harry’s, who cannot help but startle at the intent sadness in them. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t feel concerned already. 

          “My name’s Louis,” he speaks, and Harry startles once more at the sound of his voice. He can’t look at him any longer, so instead he turns his gaze onto their still-connected hands. Louis lets go of Harry, when he notices the man staring, and coughs awkwardly. His palms are noticeably smaller, Harry sees, but Louis himself is noticeably smaller than him, as well.

or the one where Harry’s going to be a parson and Louis has a secret. They live in a small town in the middle of nowhere. 

Words: 14.6k;oneshot;AU
Note: This is a fic I wrote about a year ago. A month or so back I reread it and decided it deserved more recognition, so I edited it and here it is!