Same White Shirt , by @lululawrence :
Or the one where Harry’s on the Late Late Show for a week and several
misunderstandings with a certain mouthy assistant James recently hired
make things that much more interesting.
Larry famous/not famous AU (10k, NR) :because I live for banter and flirting <3 (no smut)
Love’s Truest Language
, by @smrwine:
The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry
to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck
out’ blow.“Where’s your order forms, then?” “I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”
Larry Flowershop AU (48k, E) : oohhhhhhhhhh weell.That’s hot. and amazing. And Hot. Special kudos for the body workship and praise and dirty talk and OMG rough sex. (bottom Louis)
, by @a-writerwrites : Harry crosses one leg over the other and puts his long, slender
fingers on his cocked hip. He arches his neck just so…and Louis
forgets to breathe. He’s doing that. His baby is doing that. It makes
Louis flush with pride and something else, something like arousal.
Because. Harry’s legs.It’s just a lot. ***My interpretation of what happened after the Kiwi performance on LLS.
Larry canon and established relationship (3k, E) : …. SMUUUUTT <3
Dance to the Distortion
, by @domestic-harry : Louis accidentally breaks Harry’s camera lens and in order to get
it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The
only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other.
Larry Hate to love and fake relationship AU (96k, E) : Oh my, it’s amazing ! I bookmarked it with a lot of smut tags I won’t tell you because spoilers, but holy shit this is hot. They kind of share that really (I mean, QUITE LITERALLY)
Never Be Ready
, by @afirethatcannotdie : A high school AU where a summer without Harry makes Louis realize that he wants to be a little bit more than best friends.
Larry High School AU and BFF to lovers (7k, NR) : so cute and fluffy and so full of pining! (no smut)
When Worlds Collide and Days are Dark
, by @darkmarkburning and @harruandlou : It’s Harry’s job to investigate and stop any threats to
National and International security as MI6’s top operative, which in
this case, might just be Louis, over glorified Personal Assistant /
Ministerial Diary Secretary to the Prime Minister, no matter how blue
his eyes are or what his tight pants might do to Harry. With Harry as
James Bond, Louis as his Bond Girl, Liam as M, Niall as Moneypenny, and
Zayn as Q.
Larry James Bond - Spy AU (157k, M) : and also fake relationship AU , smutty (king of share that but mostly bottom Louis), kind of funny, also warning if you have TW about Terrorism/explosions.
, by sehnsvcht (orphan_account) :
Harry writes, except tonight, he can’t. Louis is his muse, except really, neither of them know that. They drive in the middle of the night and figure things out.
Larry Road trip and friends to lovers (4k, T) : very well written and beautiful ! (no smut)
youbeyou : “I’m gonna go to that prom,” Harry tells him, pointing a
finger in his ex’s face. “I’m gonna get a date who’s hot and nice and
likes me for who I am and I am gonna have the time of my life. And you,
Jeremy, are gonna wish you’d never let me get away.” Or It’s two weeks to prom and Harry needs a date.
Larry High Shccol AU (6k, NR) : cute and fluffy without smut. Kudo for Gemma as Louis’s BFF.
Happy birthday, Danny Boi! I know it’s already June 12 in the majority of the world, including the part Dan’s in, but it’s 10:00 PM on June 11 where I am sO I’M GONNA KEEP THE CELEBRATION GOING WITH A FIC!!!
Description: It’s Dan’s 26th birthday and he’s feeling a bit existential. But Phil comes along with the ultimate day and the ultimate present to cheer him up.
Genre: Extreme fluff
Warning: Some potential existential crisis-starting material
You laugh. Everyone else stops laughing. Someone’s hand shakes, and a wine glass shatters.
“I’m such a realistic person,” your Te assesses. Your Ni nods affirmatively, and goes back to making weird shit up.
You’ve been elected student council president. They won’t let you streamline the class period system or fire any of the teachers. You silently curse Kill la Kill for giving you unrealistic expectations.
“You’re so unfriendly and you hate parties. How are you an extrovert? You must be an INTJ,” your friend says. She’s right; ENTJs are just INTJs on meth.
Why do all of your friends think that processing means hugs and validation? You just want advice. Your therapist won’t even give you advice without “listening empathetically” first. Why are your parents paying $80 an hour for this?
You’ve been elected student council president again. “Do I have to do this?” you mutter. You don’t remember running this year. “You’re an ENTJ; you want to, right?” the principal says. You don’t want to; you won’t able to make any real changes in policy. You’re just a symbol. The principal tells you it will look good on your college application and offers you a cookie.
You decide not to major in poly-sci.
You are officially an adult. You have been ready for this moment since preschool. Your friends say they still don’t feel like adults, which sounds terrifying and is probably the reason they are still dependent upon your friendship.
“Time management! Attention! Priorities!” you snarl for the fourth time this morning. Your coworkers spend the next hour brainstorming ways to get you fired.
“You’re an ENTJ? Can you help me make a five-year plan?” they ask. “Of course,” you reply. You give them control of your crumbing ponzi scheme, and they spend the next five years in jail.
Everything is closed on Sunday. Don’t they realize you have things to do before the week starts? You drive and drive and drive, looking for a city that never sleeps. The sky darkens; your car melts into the pavement. You are the city. You never sleep.
Someone thinks you’d be a power bottom. At least you aren’t a needy top like all five of your ENFJ friends. You delete three of them from your contacts while you’re thinking of it.
Your job involves expensive suits, firing people, creepy motivational posters on the walls of your office, and a formal title that your friends and family don’t understand. They ask what you do at work. “Extroverted thinking,” you tell them, and they nod politely and ask, “But what does your company make?” “Money,” you say. “But how do you earn the money?” “Introverted intuition,” you tell them. They nod again. It’s a very ambiguous function.
Your ISTJ coworker pipes in. “We trade stocks.” This is technically insider trading because Ni is psychic, but no one says anything.
You care about someone; this is not part of the plan. You race around doing errands in your black Camaro, swearing profusely at people who drive the speed limit.
It’s time to make some major life changes. Everything is boring and the days are starting to blur together. You engage your Se.
We don’t talk about what happens next.
The scientists have discovered a way to see inside your brain. They find out it’s just a game of Tetris. “Perhaps we can program the perfect leader somehow,” one of them says. You slide an I-block into place and exhale, contented. The brain scans turn blue.
You move to the coast, work in a little coffee shop and play your saxophone in a pub band by night. You date ISFPs who read you their poetry. No one is afraid of you anymore. You are peaceful and connected. Your therapist said this would make you happy.
that feel when your incorporeal Dark Lord cbf coming up with a Cool Villain Name for his least fav follower X)
based on this post, and because I can’t get over learning that Asmodean literally means “Musician” in the official Wheel of Time companion book, I’m still flipping out poor Asmo, this is why I love you