Feels Like Coming Home
, by @phd-mama : 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. This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.
Larry ex to lovers AU (60k) : OOMMMGGGGGG this is the best angst fic I read for a long time !! Very well written, absolutely painful and beautiful, maybe some TW (read the tags) , but really really read this now. (kind of share that for the smut, awesome btw)
When We Were Younger
, by @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee :
About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he
was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football,
personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He
happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to
wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash
back out again. His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of
the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He
gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full
resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse. - 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
Larry Catfish AU (76k) : starting with teenage Harry and going on for a few years of a online/phone relationship. Very well done ! angsty and (obviously) full of phone sex :D (kind of share that)
- Save your loving arms for a rainy day , by @briannamarguerite : “What’s got your panties in a twist, then, pop star?” the man finally asked, his gaze returning to Louis’ face. Something
pressed against Louis’ chest and for a moment Louis let himself wonder
what it would be like to let all his secret spill out. To fall into the
space between them and be devoured by this stranger. Terror mingled with
bliss, tangling into a sharp throb he had to swallow hard against. “Absolutely nothing,” Louis said instead. “Happy days, yeah?”The man clicked his tongue once, a disappointed, wet tetch that Louis felt. Actually felt. “My mistake.”Louis
turned desperate eyes on him, blinking too fast. He could see his own
lashes flutter. “I’m living the dream, mate” he said and even he could
hear the way his voice cracked along the edges. “What would I have to be
upset about?”–Or the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his voice and Harry helps him find it.
Larry famous-not famous AU (19k) : singer Louis and record-shop Harry, a bit angsty, some good smut (bottom Louis) and songwriting, very well written !
Your Love Was Handmade
, by @inked-withlove : There must be a rule book describing in detail how you proceed
from being best friends to lovers. That’s what Louis thinks. But maybe,
there isn’t a need, Harry decides. Maybe you just follow your instinct
and…run your finger down your best friend’s bare back. That should
seal the deal for sure.Or, Harry and Louis are best friends who are also mutually pining,
and when a work trip looms in to separate the two of them for three
weeks, they finally get their shit together.
Larry BFF to lovers AU (5k) : BFFs who share a apartment and are pining on each other are my kind of shit. Just a bit of smut.
, by @cherrystreet: 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.
ex to lovers and fake relationship with a twist AU (80k) : angsty (but
not THAT much), smutty (hello angry sex)(botyom Louis) and awesome :)
You’re My Favorite Bird
, by @supernope
: Harry sets his hands on the counter and leans over them, looks
Louis in the eye and says, “Louis, would you like to go bird watching
with me?”Louis just blinks at him for a moment, like he’s not
sure how to respond, then says, voice slow and unsure, “Is that a
euphemism?” Also known as: Harry is an ornithologist
and Louis owns the camera repair shop where Harry gets his photos
printed. Niall works for Louis, Liam works with Harry, and Zayn paints.
There’s a cat, some camping, some bird watching, and obscene amounts of
Larry AU (33k) : Ornithologist-Photographer Harry, a lot of pining, some great smut (bottom Harry) , and kudos for the tattoos.
Down For The Count And I’m Drowning And I’m Helpless
: “Staring costs extra, mate,” he says, perfectly cheeky. Harry
didn’t know he found cheek sexy, but it’s definitely a turn on. He’s
working up a response, turn on the Harry Styles trademark charm, when he
hears a small whirring sound. Somehow, in his approach, Harry’d missed
the ears perched on the barista’s head. Now that he’s aware of them,
though, the dark brown fuzzy ears tipped in black twitch in his
direction with another quiet whir. They remind him of the maid cafe he
went to once in Japan, but while they hadn’t been attractive to him
there, on this barista, they’re as sexy as the cheek.Yeah, Harry
could definitely use a booty call. Maybe if he’s lucky, the barista’s
getting off soon and would be interested in getting off with him…? He
can dream, at least.— Harry Styles is an international pop
star who suffers from insomnia, and Louis is the sassy little barista in
fox ears and tail that won’t get out of Harry’s head. And the sexting
is pretty damn great, too.
Larry Coffe Shop AU and Famous/not famous (5k): popstar Harry and sassy barista Louis, no smut.
Love Is a Kitten from Hell by Anonymous
: Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his
new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again.
Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a
local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in
the front window.Harry Styles is the popular football player who
works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly
unlikable prove him wrong. Partnered together for a class project,
Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth
getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?
Larry High school AU (8k) : cute and fluffy, with no smut.
I remeber you answered an ask about It so Fox!Alya/Nino "on a scale of one-ten how okay are you with making out/ kissing me right now" or just a kiss prompt.
Nino hadn’t been listening to anything when he heard her land on the balcony, but he pretended that he was. His headphones were on but nothing had been playing, but he guess he just didn’t want to admit to her that he had been waiting to see if she would come that night too.
He waited to look up until she tapped on the glass door, rationalizing that it was a sharper sound so it worked with his excuse. When he did he saw one of the great heroines of Paris, smiling at him through the glass as she gestured for him to open the door.
Man she made him so nervous…
“Hey DJ,” she said kindly, her tone seemingly to always have some kind of lilt to it, something he loved. Everything about her reminded him of music. If he had to pick a genre it would probably be Jazz; strong, winding and smooth but sassy.
“Hey Fox,” he shot back, smiling too as he shut the door behind himself. “Back for another ‘civilian checkup’?”
“Oh right,” she said with a chuckle, her tail flicking around her legs as she settled her weight on her hips. “That’s the excuse I used last time I came here right?”
Nino stiffened, something electric shooting up his back. To his dismay Vixen noticed, grinning to herself at his reaction.
Sure it had kind of felt like an excuse when she used it before, the first time was after an attack. The second was just ‘checking up’ but now she wasn’t even pretending. She admitted point blank she had just made it up.
“Excuse?” he clarified, still trying to smile but a bit thrown now, and the more she enjoyed it the more he found to need to defy it. Why did she have to have the upper hand?
“Well its hard to work up reasons to keep coming back here,” she admitted with a shrug, watching his face the whole time with a smile. “But I still end up here anyways.”
“Why is that?” he asked, trying to look away to give himself some space but he was hanging on the answer.
“Am I not welcome?”
“You know you are,” he chuckled, not even worrying that he might have upset her, he knew he didn’t. Her laugh a few moments later proved it.
Nino walked to the balcony rail and let it take his weight, aware of her when she came up beside him to do the same. She was close enough that he could feel her body heat, and a shock went through him when he felt her tail absent-mindedly flick across the backs of his knees.
They were quiet for a little while, but he felt her tail again curl around his legs and that same shock kept dominating him. When she came a little closer, so close their arms almost touched, that shock became a heat and he twisted his fingers together over the railing, trying to focus.
Man she kept doing this, and he was getting worse with dealing with it and she knew it.
It had taken a little while for him to admit to himself that the superhero had been flirting with him, because the concept itself was so entirely impossible it just refused to occur to him, no matter how transparent she was. It took Adrien literally going “DUDE you can’t be serious,” for him to even start to see it. And then even after that it took her literally coming to his house at night on her own for him to maybe maybe think that she was in to him.
Clearly she was getting impatient, but he still looked out over the city to hide how flustered he was.
It just didn’t make any sense!? Why?! How had he even managed to capture her attention in the first place? He wasn’t anybody, he was just a random guy and maybe she might seem like she liked him or whatever but it- it just wasn’t- she-
“DJ?” she suddenly spoke up, seemingly aware of his silent breakdown judging by the smile in her voice. How he was seriously still denying it was probably the cutest thing about him, but damn it now she was kind of over it and she was pretty sick of waiting. She waited for him to look at her again with his agonized gold eyes before continuing, because he clearly needed her to be blunt. “One a scale of one to ten how on board are you with kissing me right now?”
The poor guy stared, and stared a little more, his eyes wide and face completely flushed even in the dark before he finally said, “W-what?!”
“Right now,” she said again, looking up at him at not attempting to hide that she wanted him too, even though she had been transparent about it for ages now. “Right this second. Ten being the highest.”
“I-! w- you-!!,” he tried to speak, but he looked down at her and the words fell apart, because she was very close now and waiting for him to answer. One thing he noticed though, even though his world was imploding, is that she had one foot back. Like she was completely prepared to back off if he said no, but was hoping that he wouldn’t.
Hoping. Because she wanted him to kiss her.
“I- well-, ten!?” he finally managed, his arms clutched to his chest. To his surprise Vixen looked shock, and for the first time ever, she looked a little flustered too.
“Really?” she couldn’t help but ask, “Ten?”
“That’s the highest number you gave me!” he shouted back, his embarrassment making him indignant even if there was no real anger in it. When he said it though she looked even more flustered, before a grin split across her face.
She looked like she was about to say something else, but hell, he was tired of being the one on the end of his rope here. He had been yelling into his pillow about this girl forever now and she took every chance she could to make him blush. In fights, while saving him, on his balcony, anytime they saw each other. Every time he was the one who was too afraid to make a move because it didn’t make any sense to him that it was even happening, but crap man, it had never been because he didn’t like her. It was because she couldn’t have liked him.
But now, screw it, seriously. He was going to have the upper hand here. So before she could speak or tease of flirt or do anything else anymore he reached out and slipped one hand around her back, using his size to pull her towards him. And with the other hand he reached out for her face and tilted it up, and stole the words from her lips himself.