#Louis is organizing the wedding at this very moment

[smultronte]

Silly little comic where they had a little too much to drink (especially Louis)

#Louis is organizing the wedding at this very moment #my art #drawing #yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #sherliam #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #louis james moriarty #comic #Liam is so in love

[larrysficlibrary]

AUs

Fics set in an alternate universe

❥ Shake Me Down [209K] ♡ AGreatPerhaps12

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

❥ all we can do is keep breathing [310k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"Harry, I- I'm so sorry..." Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis' soul, it's so hard, nearly impossible. That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself. But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words, slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty "I'm so sorry" that doctors through out in self-preservation, isn't at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it. ✚☤✚ a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.

❥ one breath at a time [427k WIP] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"Louis, I know it's hard, but I need you to focus and tell me exactly what happened, ok?" Louis is shaking uncontrollably, his hands, his heart, his mind, nothing is stable, nothing is ok. He feels untethered, boundless in time, yet paradoxically his entire life is torturously bound to this very moment. Absolutely nothing he tells his mind serves to calm his racing thoughts, he commands his body to move and his body betrays him, commands lips to speak, but no words form. All Louis can do is blindly stare at the sickeningly heavy blood coating his arms, dripping to his trembling fingers. Tears ceaselessly pour down his cheeks despite how hard he squeezes his eyes shut, trying desperately to calm himself enough to utter a sound. An he can't breathe, despite all of his failed efforts to catch his wandering breath and gasp a much-needed lungful of oxygen, his diaphragm constricts further still, suffocating him from the inside out. breathe, breathe, breathe Louis forces a sharp inhale that hurts as the breath expands his stilted lungs, god it hurts. Like stabbing his chest with a serrated knife, dragging the jagged blade through his heart over and over and over again until there is nothing left.

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. i: the case of the imaginary friend [8k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"Louis." Harry utters slowly, the infection of his voice teetering on the edge of hysteria. But Louis doesn't even have the words. How could he? All Louis can do is shake his head in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose as pure stress begins to radiate throughout his entire body. The scent alone is enough to knock a grown man to his knees. "Louis. There is shit on the ceiling." Harry sounds like he's on the verge of an actual breakdown, body so tense it's a wonder how he hasn't completely snapped yet. "Actual shit plastered. To. The. Ceiling!" And it's not just that there's shit on the ceiling. It's on the walls and the floors and the tub and the sink and just-fucking everywhere. Toilet paper draped like fucking streamers at a birthday party. But this is no birthday party. No, this is a thing of nightmares, it is the work of a terror. A terror shaped exactly like their three-year-old son. "RORY!" Louis screams at the very peak of his lung capacity. "It wasn't me!" A tiny innocent voice calls back. "I swear! I swear! I swear!" or Harry and Louis' three-year-old son has an imaginary friend that is making their life a living, breathing hell.

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. ii: the case of the missing wedding guest [9k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"Rory, my darling, that was before we had you." Louis tries to explain as soothingly as possible. Rory blinks up at Louis in absolute confusion as his expression starts to pale. "...What?" "Papa and I got married before you were born, Ro." Harry explains gently, sitting up on the couch. "But...but...but..." Rory mutters repeatedly on a loop as if he's starting to glitch. He shakes his curls as a deep frown pulls his little brows together, at a loss for what this means. There's confusion in his eyes along with growing frustration that is sure to lead to a full-blown toddler meltdown. "Where is...ME!" Or three-year-old Rory just doesn't understand why he wasn't invited to his parents' wedding.

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. iii: the case of the four-year-old baby [13k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"So, honey...um...Papa and I wanted to talk to you because uh well- our family is going to be getting a little bigger soon because uh..." "We're having another baby." Louis finishes, just ripping the band aid off. Who knows how long Harry would have dragged that sentence out for. Rory instantly pauses, settling his legs as he sits up slowly. "No. I'm your baby." "Yes, you are our baby, but we are getting another one too." Harry explains gently. "No, you can not. Just me...I'm baby. I'm the only baby." "You're our first baby." Louis tries next, rubbing Rory's back supportively. "No." Rory argues, his signature deep frown appearing on his forehead. "Yes-" "No." He repeats seriously, looking them dead in the eye. "No." or while preparing for the arrival of their second child, nearly four-year-old Rory expresses his sincere disapproval of getting a new addition to their family.

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. iv: the case of the reoccurring announcement [19k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

Louis ruffles Rory's floppy curls, sitting down on the stool closest to his son. "Rory, sweetheart, you know you don't have to announce everything for us to listen to you." "Yes, I do." Rory insists adamantly, eyes wide. "Why?" Harry asks again, hoping to grasp just a single ounce of understanding into the innerworkings of this child's mind. "Why Rory?" The question seems to utterly trigger Rory. "Cuz you don't listen to me! I just told you! See! You're not listening!" "Rory-" "Listen, Daddy Listen!" Rory stresses urgently." I am listening, Rory I promise, I'm listening to you!" Harry frustratedly pledges. Rory shakes his head stubbornly, not at all willing to budge on his perspective. "Nuh uh. You only listen to Winnie now. I'm invisible." or ever since the arrival of his baby sister, Rory no longer believes that his parents are really paying attention to him. Taking matters into his own four-year-old hands, he decides to announce everything he does.

❥ These Hallowed Woods [36k] ♡ snowcaplou

Before he can allow himself to feel bad for himself, Harry is coming back into the cave. He's changed into his wolf form and hanging from his bloody maw is the largest bear pelt that Louis has ever seen. The first thought that enters his mind is how. How did Harry manage to kill something so big when his best trackers can barely find scraps in these woods. The second thought the flies through his mind is: Oh fuck. Because Harry has just laid a pelt at his feet. There's no mistaking what is happening any longer. Harry has just presented Louis with an invitation for courtship. OR Louis becomes Luna of the Tomlinson Pack after the untimely death of his father, the Pack Alpha. Saddled with his newfound responsibility and an unpleasantly demanding pack council, he finds secret respite in the arms of a rogue wold that camps out just outside his territory. The only problem? The rogue has no idea who Louis actually is, and as Louis falls harder and harder for the man he escapes to every night, the weight of his lies steers him along a path of certain misery.

❥ Green Jello [2k] ♡ Orphan account

In Liam's defense, he'd mostly been joking. Louis didn't see it that way, of course, but he wasn't sure anyone else would either, had their best friend dared them to jump into the ocean in the middle of December "for the vine", and they'd ended up in the hospital with nasty case of pneumonia and a very high chance of being stuck there through Christmas. *** Louis is stuck in the hospital for the holidays. The only spot of hope is his unfairly pretty nurse.

❥ Dear Santa [21k] ♡ Snowy38

"Dear Santa...I know you're very busy and you have lots of toys to make but I wondered if this year I could ask for something else. I changed my mind about the puppy and I'd like to ask if you can help me instead." Miss Fields looks mildly bemused as Beau takes a breath. "I used to have a really cool Doctor: possibly the coolest doctor ever and then he went away only he's back and he helped me feel better and I'd really, really like it is I could say hi to him again." "Who was your doctor, Beau?" Her teacher asks. "Dr. Styles," she replies with a sweet smile. Miss Fields glances over to Sam. "He's just come back into town hasn't he? I'm sure we can arrange for you to say hello..." "My Daddy won't let me," she pouts, scratching a nail against her page a little. She's decorated it with glitter in the colours of the rainbow. "We can ask him if it's alright," Miss Fields suggests. "Perhaps he can come with us?" "Oh, can we?" Beau beams, gasping. Her teacher smiles and rests a gentle hand on her back. "Think of something else you'd like to ask Santa for," she suggests.

❥ you go undercover (you cross your fingers) [26k] ♡ forthetherapy

When they reach the top of the steps, Harry puts the buggy down gently. "Thank you," Louis says. "My hero." Harry laughs. "You don't need rescuing," he says. or Louis didn't think that motherhood would be easy, but he certainly wasn't prepared for a certain alpha called Harry appearing each time he needs help until accepting is no longer a difficult thing to do.

#larry stylinson #larry fanfiction #larry fic #fic rec #larry fic rec

[casesenergylife]

Play i loved her first by heartland

“Cecilia and the Satellite” by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness.

So many recommended songs are either classics or country, so this list is for those of you looking for something a bit more current!

“I’ll Be There For You” by the Rembrandts.

“The Best of You” by Andy Grammar feat.

“Dance Like Yo Daddy” by Meghan Trainor.

“She’s a Rainbow” by The Rolling Stones.

“Here Comes the Sun” by the The Beatles.

We totally get that sweet and slow songs don’t work for every relationship! Whether you want to bust a move with Dad or just rock back and forth to a fun beat, this list is for you!

“The Way You Look Tonight” (Father of the Bride version) by Steve Tyrell.

“You’ve Got a Friend in Me” by Randy Newman.

“Nothing Can Change This Love” by Sam Cooke.

“They Can’t Take That Away from Me Me” by Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong.

“Dream a Little Dream of Me” by Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong.

“Unforgettable” by Nat King Cole and Natalie Cole.

“What a Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong.

“The Way You Look Tonight” by Frank Sinatra.

Let’s start with the classics! These songs are classics for a reason and you can’t go wrong with any of these beautiful songs…

If you don’t know where to start, pick a genre you both love and there’s bound to be a song in that genre that works for you both! To help you choose the perfect song for your special moment with Dad, we’ve compiled 94 of the best father-daughter dance songs out there – with big thanks to lots of input from past and current GWS couples! – and we organized them into genres.Īnd the best way to decide if you aren’t familiar with the songs? Check out our Spotify playlists – preferably with your Dad and a glass of wine! Ready for the ultimate father-daughter dance playlist? The Standards Father-Daughter Dance Songs The dance was one of the most special moments, and then (naturally) every single guest started singing along and eventually joined them on the dance floor! How do you choose a father-daughter dance song? It grew into a way that he could know that I’m still his little girl even though I’m off in the world running around. When I got older and started to travel for a while at a time with Kris, any time I called him it meant to him that I was still his and I’m doing alright. I would even do it at school dances, or if I called him at work he’d always pick up and listen with it on his desk. My dad + I loved just singing the song to each other and it was like our “thing,” you know? Then it started that any time we heard the song and weren’t together we would call each other and not even say a word but just set the phones down and listen to it together. One of our past GWS couples choose “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen as their Father-Daughter dance song since that was “their song” The bride Taylor shares: At the very least, they’ll jog a memory-a childhood favorite, an artist you both enjoyed-that’ll help you decide on your own. Whether you and your dad plan on hitting the dance with a fully choreographed number or prefer to sway in tune with the music, there’s an option here that will work for you. What is a good father and daughter song? From emotional father-daughter dances to fun, upbeat dances, we know choosing a song to capture your bond can be a hard decision which is why we’ve rounded up the very best to inspire your own. Here are 94 father-daughter dance songs that will help you nail the perfect song for your big day. With that being said, planning one can be a challenge. They represent the connection between two people who have spent their whole lives together. Father-daughter dances are a staple at weddings.

#Play i loved her first by heartland

[infernwetrust]

The Devil In Me [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader] Part 1

Plot: What if we took the Antichrist, Michael Langdon and turned him into founder and leader of one of the largest cartel’s in California? And what’s even better, is that you’re by his side through it all.

Summary: Michael has some business handled at his California home.

Warnings: violence, swearing, fluff, a lil smut, MURDER, some graphic descriptions

WC: 3.1k

A/N: I thought long and hard about starting this, but I’m gonna go ahead and give it a shot. Outpost Michael fits this perfectly of course, but he’ll cut his hair every now and then lol. This will have it’s own bracket on my master list. Thank you for reading! -Juno

The air was cool. The evening was just right. Your husband Michael had decided to throw a small party that consisted of only close friends, family members, and some staff from your residency and Michael's line of work. Party music played moderately in the background as the backyard of the Santa Monica Villa you and Michael purchased this same year was filled with laughter, dancing, and casual conversation. Servers carried around platters of the most delectable finger foods. Drinks were also being served. Cars were lined up in the driveway, late arrivals having to park on the side of the road. Luckily, Michael always sent one of his guards on a golf cart to pick up his guests that had to park far away.

Michael laid in his hammock, across his rather large pool so that he was away from everyone else. Michael dressed comfortably. He wore a beautiful salmon pink floral shirt and white slacks, with a white belt. No need for shoes. Around Michael's neck was a platinum rope chain that glistened when the light shined on it just right. Around his wrist was a platinum iced out Rolex watch, his name engraved on the inside, one of his favorite gifts from you. The only ring he decided that he wanted to wear today was his wedding band, which shocked you. Michael always wore all of his rings.

Curled up against Michael's chest yours and his beautiful 1 year old boy, Malcolm. He was blessed with a full head of hair, just as blonde as his father's. He took after your eye color, but his resemblance to his father was unmatched. No worries because in his twin brother's arm was your handsome 3 year old son, Michael,who captured most of your features. All really, but your eye color. Michael won that fight again. Junior, is what everyone calls him. On the opposite side of Michael, still in his hammock was you, dressed in that sundress Michael loved to show you off in. Your wedding ring glistened on your finger, no matter what time of day it was or where you were. Michael made sure of that. Around your neck, your favorite Pearl necklace.

You lay head your head on Michael's chest, rubbing your hand gently against the back of your one year old. Michael raises his arm slowly as to not alert the sleeping child and takes a sip of his whiskey. He's glaring at someone, hard. And you know why and who, but you rather choose to not address it. All you were waiting for were the words.

"You know, brother." Jim said to Michael, using his free hand that wasn't holding Junior, to also take a sip of his drink. "I don't see how you do it."

"And what is it that I do, Jim?" Michael questioned, turning his head slightly to meet his brothers gaze. Junior nestled his head back into Jim's chest, mouth full of goldfish out of the bowl he was holding. Jim sat in a chair, adjacent to Michael's hammock.

"How you stay so calm and collected about things."

"Dirty work is not something I'm a fan of."

"But I am."

"I know, so that's why I gave this task to you."

"You know I'll do anything for my family."

"I just don't see why we can't just kick them out." you mumbled, watching as Malcolm grabbed your finger in his sleep as you tried to put your hand back down from his back.

"Because in this life, lessons have to be taught." Michael answered you, putting his glass down to wrap his arm fully around you. Michael made eye contact with his other twin, Duncan, who sat amongst a group of women, one of them in his lap, stroking his hair. He nodded, giving Michael the cue. "Will you go ahead and take the kids inside?" You sighed, sitting up, looking Michael in his soft blue eyes.

"Baby, you don't have to-,"

"One day you'll understand, Y/N." Michael said, cutting you off, grabbing one of your hands and giving it a few small kisses. Getting up, you gently picked up Malcolm, holding him close to you.

"Come on, Junior."

"Nooooooo." Junior whined, not wanting to leave his Uncle's side. "Don't wanna."

"Hey." Jim said, playfully grabbing Junior's tummy, causing him to giggle. "What was that phrase I taught you?"

"The first time." Junior responded happily.

"The first time what?"

"Listen!" he clapped, letting go of his bowl which Jim quickly caught before it fell to the floor.

"Smart boy. Now go with inside with your mommy. We'll play later, yeah?" Junior quickly nodded, scurrying off of Jim's lap and to your side, grabbing your hand. He turned around momentarily to look back at Jim, who shot him a quick wink before you took both boys inside. You also managed to scurry up the other children as well, promising treats and a good show on TV. You had them at treats.

"He loves you so damn much." Michael said, sitting up, hanging his feet of his hammock to come face to face with his brother. "Sometimes I swear he thinks you're his father."

"I mean. I could be. We're twins."

"Watch it, playboy."

Jim chuckled, reaching for his drink to take another sip. He dressed in a dark blue polo shirt, black slacks, and a pair of dark blue dress shoes. A black Louis Vuitton belt, midnight silver buckle, lined his waist. He sighed, reaching for his pistol that was tucked neatly behind him is waistband. He quickly removed the clip, checking it, and popping it back in before setting it down on the table next to Michael.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" Jim questioned. "He's been with us for a few years, Mike."

"All the more reason to get rid of him. I've taken care of you for years and you betray me like that?" Michael answered. "He knows too much and has seen too much."

"That's true." Jim mumbled, rubbing his hand underneath his chin. "What are they doing with his body?"

"Burning it." Michael said quickly, squinting his eyes at Jim. "Like we do 90% of the time. Do you not want to, Jim?" Michael's question caused Jim to laugh as he got up, returning his shirt back into his slacks. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes off the table, taking one out, placing it between his lips and giving it a light, tossing the box back on the table. He inhaled sharply, before exhaling lengthy.

"You and I both know, Michael." Jim began as he took another hit of his cigarette. "That I shy away from nothing. Especially not an, how do I put this, opportunity." Jim tucked his gun back into his waistband.

"And speaking of opportunity." Jim continued, looking out into the body of people before hitting his cigarette one last time and then handing it to Michael. "Here's mine."

Jim made his way, at a decent pace, back to the other side of the pool, where all the party goers stood. He took his time, waving and smiling at familiar faces. Spotting his target, he moved with just a little bit more urgency. It's such a shame that Bryce had to go. Michael watched Jim as he moved, continuing to sip his drink. Part of him wanted to look away because this hurt him as much as it was going to kill Bryce. Bryce was one of his favorites.

He remembered when he stumbled across Bryce who limped out of an alleyway, screaming for help as Michael closed up his bar. When Michael laid eyes on him, his clothes were completely ruined by blood. He held onto his stomach, collapsing onto the sidewalk, coughing up more blood as he spoke. Michael made his way over to the boy, kneeling down by his side, removing his hand from his wound, watching as the he poured out.

"How bad do you want to live?" Michael asked, cocking his head at the boy.

"What the fuck is up with you man?!" he questioned. "Help me!"

"I asked you a question." Michael spoke again. "You want to live right? I could just let you die, here."

"Um, kinda, yeah!"

"Then tell me how bad you want to live."

"Bad man! Bad! I want to fucking live bad! Please don't let me die!" Michael grinned. How fragile life was, he thought. How it could just be taken from you at any moment. Moments like these.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Br-Br-Bryce." he responded before blacking out from the pain.

"We're going to get you alllllll fixed up, Bryce."

Michael took Bryce, not to a hospital, but instead back to his property, where his own private doctor could deal with Bryce. They managed to take care of what they discovered was a gunshot wound instead of a stab wound like Michael originally thought when he found Bryce.

"How's he doing?" Michael asked Dr. Joseph as he stepped into the rather large, renovated, shed he had given to his doctor for his medical practices. He even was nice enough to give him a little office space as well.

"Well. He's very lucky considering how much he was bleeding." he answered. "Those two bullets I removed barely missed his vital organs, but he'll make a full recovery."

"Which room do you have him in? Is he awake now?"

"Room 3. It has the most room. The last time I checked on him, yes."

Michael nodded at his words, making his way over to the room. He entered quietly, not wanting to startle, Bryce. Bryce sat up in the bed, sipping on an ice cold water, scrolling through the movies on the flatscreen TV Michael had gotten installed in every room. Jim's idea, of course. There was an awkward silence in the room as Bryce didn't know whether to thank him first or say fuck him for waiting until he passed out and asking him all those stupid questions.

Michael didn't say anything as he walked around to the side of Bryce's bed, pulling up a near by chair to sit closer to him. Michael leaned back in his chair, throwing a leg halfway over his knee as he clasped his hands together. Bryce never took his eyes off of him, not sure what his next move would be.

"You're welcome by the way." Michael said. "Isn't it nice having someone take care of you without all the pesky need for insurance information or just a bill in general?"

"Why are you doing this?" Bryce questioned.

"Answer me this, Bryce." Michael leaned forward in his seat. "What if I offered you a chance to start over? A new chance at life. Somewhere, where you could be safe, your meals paid for. And all you have to do is stay by my side, loyal to me."

"I'm not gay, man."

"Who said anything about being gay?" Michael questioned, raising his eyebrow. "And what if I was?"

"Listen." Bryce breathed out. "I didn't mean to offend you. Look. Thank you. For bringing me, to, well wherever we are, and helping me. And once I'm all healed up, I'll be all out of your hair."

"Do you have any family, Bryce?" Bryce's whole attitude changed. He looked softer.

"No..." he answered silently.

"Well you do now."

Jim was just a few feet away from Bryce now when the two made eye contact. And when Jim reached, rather quickly, behind his back, Bryce knew. Of course he knew what he had done. Bryce turned around to start running, when Jim quickly cocked his gun and fired two shots, both at the back of his legs. Everyone stopped what they were doing, in shock, but not enough shock to runaway. It was Jim and who dares question one of Michael's brothers. Everyone watched as Bryce fell to the floor, screaming bloody murder in pain. Jim continued to walk at his leisurely pace to him, standing in front of him.

"Now." Jim said aloud, over the groans and screams of Bryce. "I know you all looked at Bryce as family, right? 4 years ago my brother found this piece of scum bleeding to death, begging for help. And of course Michael helped him."

"I'm sorry!" Bryce yelled, hands reaching out to grab Jim's ankle and it took everything in him not to kill Bryce right then and there, but he wanted to get his point across.

"And with the help of our wonderful Dr. Joseph, he was taken care of, free of charge, can you believe that?" Jim continued. "And all we asked for in return was just his unwavering loyalty." Jim snatched his ankle away from Bryce's hand, stepping on it, instead, causing him to scream out again as his fingers were crushed.

"But when you lie to AND you steal from the hand that feeds you." Jim looked around at everyone as he said this. "There are consequences." Jim kneeled down in front of Bryce who looked up at him, his eyes filled with tears, pleading with Jim.

"Please..." Bryce whispered to Jim, grabbing ahold of him again. "Please Jim, I'm sorry. I was desperate."

Jim grabbed him by his face, snapping his head up to look all the way at him. He looked at the gun in his opposite hand, before looking back at Bryce. The small breeze that was in the air had come completely still, everyone virtually silent as they watched the events unfold. When things first went missing around the house when Michael would hold meetings, they didn't even think to look at Bryce. Not until Michael had trusted him enough to appoint him as Duncan's right hand man. Duncan handled all of the cartel's finances and when he kept coming up short on the days just him and Bryce would do the counting, he caught on rather quickly.

"I liked you Bryce." Jim said, jaw clenched. "I really did. We all did. We loved you almost, but you know the rules, don't you?"

"Jim please..." Bryce whined, starting to cry his eyes out, but only enough for Jim to see and hear. "Please man. I'll do anything. Anything please!"

"What did I tell you happened to those who betrayed the cartel? What is your own way out once you're in? I mean I could just let you go, yeah? But once you walk out those doors you become a liability to me, my brothers, and my family. And I just can't have that."

"Death..." Bryce mumbled. "But we can work something out, please!"  Jim chuckled as he let go of Bryce's face, quickly cocking his gun again, before holding Bryce's face up again. He put the gun inside of Bryce's mouth, looking him dead in his eyes.

"Maybe in another life." And with those words said, Jim pulled the trigger, the sounds of bloods and mush splattering across the ground. A few turned their heads, not wanting to see the sight. Jim looked up and back across the pool at his brother who downed the rest of his drink, nodding at Jim.

"Clean it up." Jim said to the disposal crew who stood near by, rising to his feet, and tucking his gun back away. "Everyone else can carry on."

///

The warm water danced on your skin as you stood in the shower, washing away all events from today. You put your face underneath the water for a few seconds before running both of your hands through your hair. When you turned around you were startled by the presence of your husband, Michael, who stood behind you, a little soaked from the backlash of you being underneath the water. His vibrant blue eyes were now several shades darker as he was out of the sun light. He simply just stared at you.

You offered to trade him positions under the water so he could get completely wet too and of course he didn't object. You were now staring at him as he stepped underneath the water, sighing as it hit his skin. He ran his hands over his face as he turned around to face you, getting off as much water as he could before he opened his eyes again to look at you. Water dripped off his skin and your eyes couldn't help but trail all over him. He was so beautiful. His long blonde hair, over shoulder length, completely wet now as the water continued to pour down on him. You almost smiled, remember when Michael told you that he was going to start growing his hair out. He cut it every now and then, but nothing compared to long haired beauty.

"I'm sorry." he spoke, running his hands over his face again. "I know you don't like when.. you know." You walked over to your husband, pressing your forehead against his, throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His large hands found their way to small of your back, pulling you even closer.

"I know..." you mumbled, using your thumbs to rub the back of his neck. "I'm not mad at you, Michael. I just don't want you to become... emotionless."

"Everything I do is to protect you and our boys. Without my family, I am nothing. This empire? We built it, Y/N. Not just me. I'm still here emotionally, but you know it works. He was too much of a liability to just let go. And when the right information gets into the wrong hands, I'm only sure you can imagine what happens."

"Do you ever get afraid, Michael?"

"Only if it deals with you and my sons." he said, looking down at you, smiling. Cheeky bastard.

"I'm being serious. What if one day you go out and don't come back home? What if we get attacked here? What will I do? What will I tell our children?"

"Don't you ever worry about that, my love." Michael reassured you. "As long as my brothers and I are alive and breathing, no one will be in any kind of danger. I promise." Michael brushed his lips across yours as he finished his sentence. You pulled him in for a kiss. A hungry one, it was, as your tongues wasted no time entering each other's mouths, Michael's dominance showing as you basically let him devour you, melting away at his touch. He backed you up against the shower wall and you gasped against him as it was cold. He picked you up and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him like your life depended on it. 

"Let me help you forget..." he said against your lips, brushing his nose across yours and you remembered, just how in love you are with Michael.

Taglist: @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @9layerdevilfoodcake  @xavierplympton @jimmason @theneverendinghunger

#cody fern #american horror story #cody fern imagine #ahs #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #jim mason #duncan shepherd #tribes of palos verdes #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x reader

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Us, January 25

You can now buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Olivia Wilde, Harry Styles and Jason Sudeikis 

Page 2: Red Carpet -- drop sleeve romance -- Cynthia Erivo, Margaret Qualley, Aja Naomi King, Eiza Gonzalez 

Page 3: Chloe Bennet, Keri Russell, Isla Fisher, Idina Menzel, Kaia Gerber

Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Gigi Hadid vs. Khloe Kardashian, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley vs. Haley Lu Richardson 

Page 6: Loose Talk -- Rowan Atkinson on cancel culture, Chrissy Teigen on why she gave up drinking, Busy Philipps on getting used to her 12-year-old child Birdie’s they/them pronouns, Joy Behar resuming her feud with fellow View cohost Meghan McCain who recently returned from maternity leave, Arnold Schwarzenegger on mistaking Chris Pratt for Chris Evans on an Instagram telethon

Page 8: Contents 

Page 10: Hot Pics -- Angelina Jolie enjoyed a bit of retail therapy in L.A. 

Page 11: Justin Bieber took an electric bike out for a spin while on vacation in Hawaii, Gavin Rossdale holding his beloved dog during an outing in Studio City, Selling Sunset’s Christine Quinn wore pink during a photoshoot in Bel Air 

Page 12: Olivia Munn, Tori Spelling got a smooch from her and husband Dean McDermott’s pups in L.A., Emilio Vitolo Jr. and Katie Holmes walked arm-in-arm during a romantic stroll in NYC 

Page 13: Emma Slater and Sasha Farber stepped out for some fresh air with their dogs Ruby and Grinch in L.A., Dua Lipa and Anwar Hadid spent their days soaking up the sun while on vacation in Tulum, Mexico 

Page 16: Matt Damon was spotted without his wedding ring while visiting BFF Ben Affleck one month after celebrating his 15th anniversary with wife Luciana Barroso in L.A., Sutton Foster filming Younger with Nico Tortorella and Debi Mazar in NYC, during an outing Lisa Rinna took her dance moves to the streets in L.A. 

Page 17: Diplo spent the day exploring the ocean during a scuba diving session in Tulum, Bella Thorne and boyfriend Benjamin Mascolo couldn’t keep their hands off each other while playing in the ocean in Tulum 

Page 18: Jennifer Lopez works her monochrome magic 

Page 20: Winter Wonderland -- ‘tis the season to bundle up -- Kellan Lutz sipping on hot drinks with pregnant wife Brittany in NYC, Irina Shayk posed with a snowman she built in NYC, Kylie Jenner and daughter Stormi kept warm and cozy in fashionable outerwear, Bella Hadid made a snow angel following a storm in NYC 

Page 21: Martha Stewart in her snow plow in Bedford in New York, Rebel Wilson hitting the slopes in Aspen, Hilary Duff and Matthew Koma played with their daughter Banks outside in North Reading in Massachusetts, Ciara skiing for the first time during a trip with Vanessa Bryant, Laura Prepon building a snowman 

Page 22: Stars They’re Just Like Us -- Wells Adams broke a sweat during an afternoon jog in L.A., Gabrielle Union donated items to her favorite organizations through the Amazon Smile Charity Lists in L.A., Jenny McCarthy checked taking out the trash off her to-do list in Chicago 

Page 23: Ellen DeGeneres pedaled to lunch in Santa Barbara, between carrying a huge basket and walking his dog Kuma Justin Theroux has his hands full while out and about in NYC 

Page 24: Love Lives -- Emma Stone baby on board 

Page 25: Chrissy Metz and boyfriend Bradley Collins met on the dating app Bumble, after spending months in Australia Zac Efron has no plans to return to Hollywood because he’s loving life with girlfriend Vanessa Valladares 

Page 26: Hollywood Moms -- Melissa Joan Hart on her three sons Mason and Braydon and Tucker 

Page 27: Amber Rose’s sons Sebastian and Slash may be six years apart but she says they have the sweetest bond, Rachel Bilson’s daughter Briar has no idea that dad Hayden Christensen played Darth Vader, Melissa Rycroft has ruled out baby No. 4 

Page 28: Hot Hollywood -- Duchess Kate Middleton’s family made her recent birthday very special despite the pandemic -- during her low-key celebration at Anmer Hall she felt the love from Prince William and their kids Prince George and Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis and they gave her a bouquet from the kids and diamond and sapphire earrings from William which she loves -- she even received a card and gifts from Prince Harry and Meghan Markle which was a nice surprise and she may get to thank them in person as Harry and Meghan will reportedly return to the UK in June 

Page 29: After months of dating speculation Michael B. Jordan and Lori Harvey finally confirmed their relationship via Instagram when Michael and Steve Harvey’s adopted daughter posted loved-up photos of each other on their accounts 

* Nearly 17 years after the Sex and the City series finale aired stars Sarah Jessica Parker and Cynthia Nixon and Kristin Davis are reprising their roles for a revival called And Just Like That...Noticeably absent from the group is Kim Cattrall who’s had an ongoing feud with Sarah Jessica for years and has been vocal about her decision to never return to the show 

* Keeping Up With Us -- Gwen Stefani’s annulment from ex-husband Gavin Rossdale has finally been granted by the Vatican which was a huge relief for Gwen who wants her marriage to Blake Shelton to be recognized by the Catholic Church, Meghan Markle’s estranged dad Thomas Markle says that he’s very pleased with daughter Samantha Markle’s upcoming tell-all book, The Grammys has been delayed to March 14 over coronavirus concerns, Shia LaBeouf and Margaret Qualley have called it quits on their weeks-long whirlwind romance, Dr. Dre said he’s doing great after being hospitalized for a brain aneurysm, Stassi Schroeder and fiance Beau Clark welcomed daughter Hartford Charlie Rose 

Page 30: A Day in the Life -- Catherine Lowe 

Page 31: Sarah “Fergie” Ferguson has a lot to look forward in 2021 -- not only is she releasing a new book this summer which is a historical fiction novel titled Her Heart For a Compass but the Duchess of York is also preparing to become a first-time grandmother to Princess Eugenie and Jack Brooksbank’s child -- though the little one’s arrival is still weeks away Fergie’s already started passing down her motherly wisdom to her 30-year-old daughter whom she shares with ex-husband Prince Andrew -- as for what she’s hoping to be called by her grandchild she says lots of her friends call her Duch so she thinks it will end up being Duchee 

Page 32: Cover Story -- Olivia Wilde’s love triangle -- Olivia’s ex Jason Sudeikis is devastated as her new romance with Harry Styles heats up 

Page 36: Kim Kardashian West and Kanye West behind closed doors -- as rumors of impending divorce swirl what’s really happening inside Kim and Kanye’s six-year marriage -- it was extremely draining to keep pretending that their marriage was OK when the whole world could tell it blatantly wasn’t and things between them have gotten so toxic they have no choice but to live apart 

Page 38: One for the Ages -- it’s nothing but a number -- these couples don’t mind a May to December romance -- Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones, George Clooney and Amal Clooney, Olivia Wilde and Harry Styles 

Page 39: Leonardo DiCaprio and Camila Morrone, Jay-Z and Beyonce, David Foster and Katharine McPhee, Holland Taylor and Sarah Paulson 

Page 40: Natalie Portman’s lip service with Dior’s wildly popular Rouge Dior Couture lipstick -- she stuns in a series of images that evoke the splendor of Paris and peep the behind-the-scenes moments 

Page 42: Entertainment -- The Bachelor Matt James teases what’s to come 

Page 43: Dean Hashim of 90 Day Fiance on having a daughter with girlfriend Rigin Bado 

Page 46: Fashion Police -- when bad clothes happen to good people -- Miley Cyrus, Bella Hadid, Alia Shawkat 

Page 47: A$AP Rocky, Kate Flannery, Tessa Thompson 

Page 48: 25 Things You Don’t Know About Me -- Tim Allen 

#tabloid #grain of salt #tabloid toc #tabloidtoc #olivia wilde #harry styles #jason sudeikis #olivia and harry #harry and olivia #emma stone #who wore it better? #fashion police #kim kardashian #kim kardashian west #kanye west #natalie portman #rouge dior couture lipstick #the bachelor #matt james #dean hashim #tim allen #sarah ferguson #duchess sarah ferguson #fergie #catherine lowe #michael b. jordan #lori harvey #sex and the city #duchess kate #kate middleton

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Writers really did Blair dirty in s5

*super long post because I’m angry as hell*

There was a time when I thought that season 5 is overhated. I’ve been telling myself that sure, Blair is acting unlike herself but that’s because this season is looking at her from more psychological angle and it’s looking at her character more deeply.

But then I’ve rewatched it and I’ve realized that they’ve ruined Blair completely. The depth that I was seeing is in maybe 3-4 episode and is often overshadowed by other things. And usually the deep moments are happening through other characters.

Blair in s5 is barley her own person, she does nothing that isn’t related to her relationships, she isn’t working on her status, position, career. Her whole character arc is regressed to her trying to figure out which guy should she choose or how to make the relationship she is in work.

I mean come on even Nate and Serena have bigger stories and actually do things outside their relationships.

Blair barley ever even makes her own decisions, someone else makes them for her or has to push her to make them.

In other seasons her love life is a big part of her story but in the same time she is doing something else as well.

In s1 she is trying to build her position in school, in s2 she is fighting for Yale and her position in school, in s3 she is trying to figure out her life at NYU and trying to build her position outside high school, in s4 she is going to Columbia and trying to start a career, even in s6 despite its ridicules soap opera like plot she is building her career.

And in s5? Let me tell you what Blair does in each episode of season 5

Recap of all of the episodes

05x01 Blair returns from Monaco, and the whole episode we see her trying to be able to plan the wedding. Wait is pregnant? No it’s Dorota, joking Blair is pregnant too

05x02 Blair is trying to hide her pregnancy from the royal family, while Beatrice and Dan are snooping. That’s all.

05x03 Blair is trying to figure out who is the father. Of course she can’t makw the decision on her own so Dan needs to force her to do it because of course she can’t do it on her own (still very nice friendship moment). I like ending of this episode, it’s deep and sad and emotional. And tells a lot about her mental state and what is going inside of her.

05x04 Blair is trying to convince Louis that Dan’s book is just a fiction, she is angry because the book threatened her relationship, not becuse it affected her career like in Serena’s case, not because she didn’t like the way she was portrayed like Nate and Rufus, it just that it made her fiancé doubt.

05x05 Blair and Louis tell their family about the pregnancy. Eleanor is unhappy (the only one that has a normal reaction) but then they have a beautiful mother and daughter moment but it’s a moment of Eleanor’s depth not Blair’s. Oh and also Blair is pawn in the battle called “where should they live? Which grandma will have more to say?”

05x06 Blair is trying to choose her bridesmaids (entertaining episode and shows her power, still resolves around her relationship). Probably one of the the very few were she is actually doing something.

05x07 Blair is trying to provoke Chuck to show that he hadn’t really changed. And Chuck and Dorota have to form a plan to make sure she believes he didn’t because she will be more comfortable with her relationship with Louis, again it’s not Blair making the decision someone else has to make it for her.

05x08 Blair has a bridal shower. The trouble is Serena is making it seem it’s not like Blair would like it so she is sad, but no it was a lie she has a perfect suprise party, oh and Louis is a jerk and wants to make her believe her friends aren’t her friends. She takes a break from Louis (good for you girl)

05x09 Blair is following Chuck because he had changed and she wants her fiancé to change as well. One of the lowest moments, Blair is absolutely heartless and selfish in her plan. (A very deep scene in the end but it’s coming from Chuck and just happening to Blair)

05x10 This episode I like it’s actually very deep. We are exploring her fear of being alone and her trying to figure out what’s the best thing to do. If she should listen to her heart and choose Chuck or if she should listen to reason and stay with Louis. We see Dan understanding her and trying to help her. That’s a real good episode.

05x11 Another deep episode exploring Blair’s trauma after the accident. Not gonna say anything bad about as I actually like it and here I think the focus on her being unable to stand on her own is important. And her losing her real self is actually very undrstandble here.

05x12 Blair has a bachelorette party and everybody is able to outsmart her and out plan her and Blair doesn’t see a thing. She needs others to save her because again she can’t do anything on her own. Oh and Chuck is following her.

05x13 Blair is getting married, this episode has some depth and action but again Blair does nothing on her own, Eleanor, Chuck, Serena, Louis talk to her and she just responds. But in end she wakes up and tries to run away. Finally she make her own decision.

05x14 Blair is running away from her wedding, Dan is helping her, Serena and Chuck are looking for her. But in the end Blair has one big moment when she takes responsibility and decides to stay in the marriage, doesn’t allow Chuck and her mother to buy her out.

05x15 Blair is back in the city for Valentine’s, goes to the party at Chuck’s place forcing him to leave his own party, she is followed by some woman with the most annoying accent. She is trying to play a cupid, Dan kisses her, Serena is mad, Blair is trying to explain it. The end

05x16 Blair is trying to convince Serena there’s nothing going on between her and Dan. She finds out what’s in a book and realizes Dan has feelings for her. So she decides she may want to start the relationship so she kisses Dan in front of Serena as her grandmother is dying. Sure Blair is doing things but that’s all relationship related, she is not even yet divorced and she is already thinking about going into another relationship.

05x17 Blair thinks she maybe able to get out of her marriage and be able to be in a new relationship, turns out no, she goes to Cece’s wake. She finds out about the video,Chuck and Dan fight for her, she tells Chuck she can’t be with him right now, photo of her and Dan gets out, meaning she will need to divorce and pay dowry. But Georgina says she might be able to help her out.

05x18 Blair tries to have sex with Dan and tries to be able enjoy it so she gets drunk. That’s honestly the whole plot of her story in this episode. (The worst episode in the whole show)

05x19 Blair is about to sign divorce paper, refuses to talk to Chuck, Dan is worried about the papers and tells her Chuck paid her dowry she accuses Chuck of trying to buy her, he tells her she was never meant to find out, she is sad because of the fact she will no longer be in the royal family. She doesn’t come to the conclusion that she can be strong without the title, she needs Dan to give her he fake princess moment where she is basically a tourist attraction.

05x20 Blair is trying to organize the party that will launch her and Dan’s relationship. Party is ruined because of the drama of other people. That’s it

05x21 This episode where Blair is actually doing something related to her social status. But she does it by trying to sabotage her boyfriend’s event? Very grown up.

05x22 Now we are getting to episode where she actually does something. She reunites with her friends as they try to figure out the whole Elizabeth and Jack thing. We finally see her do something outside her relationship. Of course at the same time Dan is worried and follows her outside the city. And lies to her about Rome.

05x23 An interesting episode, again Blair is actually doing something but it’s still connected to her love life. Blair is trying to help Chuck but at the same time she should be with Dan taking to the guy from the program. So she is torn. But at least she is scheming and using her talents.

05x24 Blair has to finally choose between Chuck and Dan while her secrets are being published on gossip girl and she tired or stop it. Finally she talks about her future outise love life but it’s Eleanor that starts the conversation.

That’s all she does, every single scene is related to her love life, she has no plans, no aspirations. Until the very last episode we don’t hear her talk about her work related plans and even then she talks about the matter of her heart. In season 5 Blair isn’t her best self, she doesn’t do a thing. Things are happening to her but she isn’t making them happen, she is just responding to them. And they related only to her love life. Gone is the girl that wanted to be a powerful woman, she doesn’t want a thing, even after she got divorced and is with Dan. She doesn’t talk about her plans, the closesest to her talking about future is when she talks about it is when she is wondering is she wants to go with Dan to Rome, on his writing program and when she decides to do it she is planning the trip, on where they will be eating and what will they be seeing. Not even for a moments she thinks about her future, about what she wants to do.

Blair in season 5 is a shell of a character, regressed to the love triangles, she is woman that does nothing outside her love life. So in conclusion, season 5 is the worst when it comes to the way Blair was treated. She is so much more than her love life and in s5 they completely they forgot that. And yes it’s a season of very big growth to her as she is faced with crushing realization that fairytales and movies are not real, that reality is brutal. But that’s not how you do it, multiple characters have a character growth in this season and yet we see them actually do something not just wonder which guy should she choose and not the end waiting for someone else to choose for her.

It’s an emotional season but again thoes emotions and depth are in few episodes and are usually are not really coming from Blair. More often it someone else’s growth and understanding of her that is creating thoes moments.

#gossip girl #blair waldorf #chuck bass #Dan Humphrey #serena van der woodsen #nate archibald #Louis Grimaldi #eleanor waldorf #overthinker #tv show #cw show #tenen drama

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Chapter 14. Something Old, Something New

'i can't exactly describe how i feel but it's not quite right and it leaves me cold’ F. Scott Fitzgerald

He touched my waist.

It’s hard to imagine things would have turned out differently if he hadn’t, but in reviewing the events of that night, that was the first moment I knew I couldn’t ignore it anymore. ‘It’ being the astonishingly big shadow in the corner of my eye line that I had been pretending wasn’t there for the past five months, a shadow uniquely shaped like a tall, ginger, British man. For five months, I had successfully ignored a lot, Harry included, but the moment he touched my waist all my efforts were drained.

“Marie.” He said, as soon as I turned back to apologize when our arms collided reaching over the same general direction in the table with the seating chart.

“Harry. Hi.” I replied, feeling awe-struck.

We froze in place like that, standing before a table with folded, named cards, him behind me, trying to figure out where to go next. All I could think was that he was still calling me ‘Marie’, my name, but with an English accent. Like ‘Mary’, but slightly French. Like us, but also not.

“Excuse me?” Someone called to my left. 

We startled, and I quickly picked the card with my name, and the one with his I now saw right next to it, so we could both move out of the way. Then, imperceptibly if not for the way my heart jumped in my chest, his hand cupped the curve of my waist as he pulled me away from the crowd forming around the table. 

I still looked down as I followed him, feeling my skin warm and my conscience heavy, until the doors to the reception where I had told Stella I would wait for her. Harry right behind me. He put his hands in his pockets.

We stared at each other, then quickly looked away. The awkwardness could kill me, and yet, all I wanted was to look at him. So, telling myself this is a normal conversation, I took in a deep breath.

“It’s good to see-”

“So, how have you-?”

We spoke at the same time, immediately stopping when we the other did, and looking down in embarrassment. I couldn’t help but giggle, feeling my cheeks warm, but wanting to cry at how easy it had been to talk before. How had we ever talked before? Had it really been easy once?

“It’s good to see you, too.” He said, and I looked up, relieved to see his cheeks were reddened too.

I sighed. “I’m good. How are you?”

He smiled, and shrugged, non-committal. “The same.”

I nodded, appreciative of his honesty. 

“You?”

I looked down at my hands, and confessed, thinking back to the past few months. “I’m not that great, actually.”

He was quiet, so I forced myself to look back at him. He was looking back, intensely. His lips half-smiled, and he nodded once, understanding. I knew he did, but at once I was overwhelmed with gratitude. Just two seconds, and it was already the most honest conversation I had had in five months.

Suddenly, inexplicably, I wanted to cry, so instead I looked at my hands again. One of my cards said ‘Harry Windsor’, so I handed it to him.

“Oh, thanks.” He said, opening it up. “Table fourteen. You?”

Gulping, I looked at my card. “Fourteen.” It said. Of course.

“Nice.” He smiled. “We can catch up.”

I hoped he couldn’t tell how uncomfortable the idea of catching up made me. How… guilty and trapped it made me feel. I suddenly felt as guilty as when I had stopped texting him when Louis was first taken to the hospital, like I had done something wrong not talking to him in months even though he hadn’t reached out, either. Even though the last time we spoke he had witnessed me in a mental breakdown bigger than any other I had ever had. Even though I had then tried to kiss him and gotten angry when he pulled back, even though we were at a funeral. For my brother.

Just as I was feeling my cheeks redden even more, and trying to think of a way to have a normal conversation, I felt someone else’s hands in my waist – the effect humongously different.

“Hey, did you get your place card? We’re not on the same table as the guys, can you believe it?” Christopher looked at the mimosa in my hand, “Where did you get a drink?”

“Over there.” I answered, taking in a deep breath, and preparing for a very awkward introduction.

“You didn’t get me one?” he complained, to which I didn’t know what to say.

“Here.” I gave him my glass, which he held, and took a sip.

“Chris, this is –” I started, just as a friend of ours approached, and Christopher turned around to shake his hand.

I exchanged a look with Harry. Embarrassed, I tried to give him an apologetic smile, but he didn’t return it. This, too, felt like the most honest interaction I had in months.

“Mags was just saying that!” Christopher said, passing an arm around my shoulders now and turning me towards Kent, a friend of ours from France, who had gone to School with him.

“Margueritte, there you are!” Kent said, approaching to kiss my cheeks. “We were just saying that we need to schedule a big reunion for the gang, what do you think?”

“Yes, we do!” I smiled. “I feel like I haven’t seen anyone in years.”

He laughed, and leaned in to say his next words in a conspiratorial tone. “We gotta do it before you two are crowned, or you won’t have time for us peasants anymore!”

We laughed; Christopher sheepishly, a grin he tried to cover scratching his chin, tightening his grip around my waist. Kent fully, joyfully. Me, awkwardly, staring at the floor.

I decided I should introduce Harry now, who was still standing next to us. It was, I decided, as good a subject change as any.

“Did you see Bronn inside?” Kent asked us, but looking pointedly at Christopher. “His father is trying to get him to run for office.”

Christopher rolled his eyes. “Of course he is, why else would he have gone to Oxford? He always hated school.” They laughed. “Let’s go say hi.”

He turned to me, kissed my cheek quickly, and gave me his place card. “Meet you at our table, Maggie. Get me a drink if you see a waiter?”

They left. I bit my lip, fidgeting with my handbag and cards, before looking up at him, and getting the wind knocked out of me as I once again realized he was already looking at me.

Christopher was nice, he was the picture of politeness and manners; he likely just didn’t see Harry. It was a crowded room. I tried to think of an excuse to give him, but they all felt… superficial.

“So.” I started. “What–?” “He didn’t have mimosas.” Stella said, joining us, two wine glasses in hand. “So I got two wines out of spite – what are you–?” I got one of the glasses and started drinking. “Stella, this is Harry.” He offered her a polite smile. “Hello.” “Oh, of course! From the… tour, right?” She looked at me. “Yes, feels like a long time ago.” “How’s Cressida?” She asked; Harry’s smile faltered. “I’ve met her a couple of times, our parents know each other, I think. They’ve mentioned you.” She explained. “Oh. She’s– she’s good. She’s good.” There was a silent pause during which I tried to squash the desire to ask. Instead, I said, “We should go sit.” Stella looked at the cards in my hand. “Sure. What table are we in?”

As we moved into the reception room, Harry fell out of step with us when someone stopped him to say hello. I waited until we were seated to, as casually as I could, ask Stella:

“Who’s Cressida?” “What? Oh, daughter of some friends of my mother. I don’t know a lot about her, actually. Aristocratic, well raised, good schools, you know the deal.” “Why were you asking Harry about her?” “She’s his girlfriend.” She said, inexplicably knocking the wind out of me, “You should have heard the way they talked about it when her mom called to tell mine. They’re so pleased with themselves.” “Ha.” I gulped, feeling slightly nauseated. “You know how it is.” Stella continued, oblivious. “For aristocratic families the goal is to marry their children to other old money, aristocratic families, the higher the title the better. An actual royal is the holy grail.” I drank more wine, wincing. I looked at her, feeling embarrassed to even ask, but incapable of not doing so. “Do people think like that about me?” She smiled. “Of course, angel. Look at you. Pretty face, fancy degree, Queen-to-be… The entire country, dare I say, the world is holding their breaths for who’ll be the chosen one to claim you.” She laughed, rolling her eyes. I forced myself to mimic. “They can’t wait to call him Prince Christopher.” I laughed, a little harder at this.

Stella and I had flown to northern England that morning to watch our friend Clara marry her English boyfriend in a traditional, small ceremony in a quaint country chapel covered in greenery, wearing the small tiara that had been in her family for generations, contrasting with the modern, elegant, flowy dress she had helped design. Clara, Savoyen-born, had never told me she - or her boyfriend - knew British royalty, but it wasn’t a shock. It’s a small world, when you’re royal. It made total sense, if I thought about it. I should have known better. I should have made an excuse. People already didn’t expect me to go, after all; It was the first social event I attended after Louis’ death other than Christmas and New Year’s.

“Margueritte!” Aayla approached us, smiling. “I’m so happy to see you!”

I got to my feet, and caught up with her, and then with another friend who approached after her. Smiling, but not too much. My new secretary, Auguste, had made the directions for this wedding very clear. Other than going to quit my job and meeting friends very privately for dinner a couple of times, this was my first time in an actual social event. Other than this, I had spent all of my time helping my mother work through her deep grief by finding and organizing old photos of Louis, deciding what to do with his furniture and items, and the basic upkeep of the palaces, frequently helping her staff deal with work issues related to her charity initiatives seeing as she was still too unfocused to do so.

So Auguste was worried that my ‘come back’ would be an attendance in a high society event. I had to actually insist to him and my father’s advisors that I wanted to come -- even though half of me wanted nothing more than to stay home. 

So projecting the right image was important. It was why I was wearing a muted green dress, as well. Long sleeves, flats, and hair up. Conservative. Traditional. No heels. Louis would have hated it.

Time and time again I repeated my lines: I am doing okay. Not good, not great. Can’t have people thinking I’m doing too good. Thank you for your condolences. Of course I’ll let you know if there’s anything you can do for us. Right now we’re just taking it one day at a time. Thank you for your condolences. I’m glad you think my eulogy was beautiful. Thank you for your condolences. Yes, it was very touching how the entire world came together to mourn him. Thank you for your condolences. No, I’m not terrified at the prospect of being queen. No, I’m not excited I’m Crown Princess now. No, I don’t think I was meant to rule. Sure, God knows what He’s doing. Thank you for your condo–

As I repeated the lines I had been told to, I took this time to remind myself of the following things: There's no reason why I shouldn’t be here. It’s Clara’s wedding day and she’s my friend. It’s been five months and there’s nothing that staying home could do to bring my brother back. The press will say it’s weird that I’m enjoying myself no matter how long I wait to go back to my life. And it’s not like I’m so busy at home.

Eventually, I found myself sitting again.

To my right, Christopher looked handsome in his three piece suit. He kept his arm around my shoulders, looking around to raise a hand as a greeting to friends passing by. To my left, Stella was leaning forward to talk to our friend Gabrielle, who was sitting across from her. To Stella’s left, sat Harry.

Too close, but too far all at once.

"Speaking of true love, how's Ricky?" Gabrielle asked.

Sighing, Stella got to her feet, and walked around the table to crouch next to her, likely to start the long story of her latest break up with on-again, off-again boyfriend Richard.

"Please, take my seat." Harry said.

I watched it, almost in slow motion, Harry move to Stella's seat so she could take his to talk to Gabrielle. She thanked him profusely, and we exchanged a small smile when our arms brushed against each other as he sat. Chris chose this time to lean over me and offer his hand to him in an introduction, accompanied by what I knew as his cover-page smile.

"Hi, Christopher Ratté," he said, shaking Harry's hand in front of my face as I leaned back, eyes focused on the table, "I don’t think we’ve been introduced, and this is my girlfriend, Crown Princess Marie-Margueritte of Savoy." I looked at him, wide-eyed, mouth agape, blushing. "I'm not-- I'm-- just-- Margueritte, it's--it's fine!" "Right, of course," Chris laughed, casually. To me, he fake-whispered, "I'm still not used to the new title." "Ha." I smiled, awkwardly. Harry smiled politely, looking at me. "I actually already know Marie." I nodded. "Yep." "Oh? From the funeral?" Chris asked, too casually. "Or is there a royalty-only group chat I don't know about?" he laughed. Harry and I exchanged an awkward smile. "I-- I met Harry on my last royal tour of England, with my father last year?" He looked confused, “When were you in England?” My polite smile was the one that faltered now. "We– we were broken up." "Ah. Right.“ To Harry, he said, ”So, are you a friend of the bride or the groom?“ ”Groom. He and I went to school together. You?“ ”Clara and I were on boarding school together.“ I told him. ”And I know Clara through Mags.“ Chris said. ”Although we also have a lot of mutual friends. She dated my friend Tanner when we were teenagers, but you know how those things always end up…“

Chris went on, but though Harry was still turned to our direction, his eyes were decidedly on me. Breathlessly, I wondered if he was thinking back to the State Dinner when I had told him about my one year in school in Savoy, and about how the girls didn’t like me, and I eventually convinced my parents to let me study abroad. I wished I could have explained Clara was one of the good ones, someone I already knew because our families were friends when we started school. I wished I could have explained that she had been a year ahead of me, so knowing her didn’t save me at the time. But then again, there was a lot I wish I could say to him.

The waiters appeared as if out of thin air, laying in front of us small plates with three small entrées each. “Prosciutto-Wrapped Persimmons With Goat Cheese”, they told us.

“What are persimmons?” Harry leaned in to ask, making me giggle.

“Fruit.” I told him. “It’s sweet. It’s good.”

Chris snapped his fingers to call the attention of a waiter before he left. “Hey, champ. Could you bring me some Cabernet and-- is your wine done? Some Sauvignon Blanc, too. Thanks!”

“I’m-- I’m good--” I interjected, but the waiter was gone. I bit my lower lip, anxiously.

“I keep telling you, it’s not wrong to ask for things.” Chris said, laying a quick kiss on my cheek. 

A lady, sitting to Christopher’s other side, looked at us. “So how do you folks know Clara and John?” 

“Friends in common, and my girlfriend went to school with Clara.” He replied, pointing at me. “Christopher Ratté, and--”

“Margueritte.” I interjected, forcefully, my skin crawling at the thought of him introducing me with my title again.

The woman, Jasmin, introduced herself as a family friend of John’s, before launching into a story about how her estate in Surrey neighboured John’s family’s estate and how their parents started sharing costs for the upkeep of something or other and that’s how the two families developed such a strong friendship. I tried to focus on it as much as I could, but really Christopher was more interested in the ins and outs of it more than me, so eventually I stopped pretending and turned to Harry.

“So what have you been up to?” I asked.

He smiled, finished chewing his entrée, and looked at me. “I tracked in the South Pole in December.”

I didn’t attempt to hide my surprise. “Well, you’ve been burying the lead. Tell me more.”

“It’s not as impressive as it sounds. It was just a part of the full trek, in support for Walking with the Wounded… it’s an organization that works with disabled veterans.”

“That’s still incredible. It must have been… horribly challenging.”

“It was amazing. And grueling. And awful. All at once.” We exchanged a smile; one long enough to make me slightly dizzy as I lost myself into his blue eyes. “And you? How-- how have you been?”

“Working with my mother, mostly.” I answered, fast enough not to fall to temptation to be too honest. “Helping her figure out ways to memorialize my brother for future generations, and do the upkeep of her own work.”

I took a sip of my new wine glass, which the waiter had only just brought. It was weird; something important had happened on the three days Harry and I had spent together. Something big enough that made me feel that saying even a well intentioned half-truth was lying. Something big enough that made a lie feel like betrayal. Why? That was the only way I had answered that question -- to anyone. Even Stella, Constance, Sophie, Larissa. Even Lourdes, Natalie, Catarina. Even Christopher. It was just… the truth, only in a light way. Why did it feel so uncomfortable not to tell him every feeling I’d had in the past five months?

The waiters came back, this time delivering a salad with fresh greens and bell peppers enveloped by cucumbers, a selection of roasted vegetables and a side of garlic crostini. I started to eat to avoid talking any more about my own life, because, in truth, I felt I had done nothing in the past five months.

What was worse, the press seemed to know it. Just when the world media decided to show an interest in the Savoy Royal family -- there seemed to be more stories than ever about us in outlets that had never seemed to know who we were --, all signs pointed to some sort of leak problem in the Palace. The stories Louis’ last months of life were particularly brutal, they mentioned his classes, they interviewed ‘anonymous’ sources that claimed to have studied with him, know him, dated him. They started interviewing friends of Louis’ only ex-girlfriend, whom they claimed had ‘always known they were going to get back together eventually’, and was ‘preparing mentally to be Queen one day’. When the palace staff reached out, she swore she hadn’t spoken to anyone. She started being followed by paparazzi and it became such a dangerous situation, my father was trying to get approval from the King’s Council to dispatch a security officer to stay with her until this attention blew over. 

On my end, there were stories claiming I had ‘abandoned important projects at work’, and left a number of my co-workers ‘having to work overtime to finalize work I had left unfinished’. It wasn’t… untrue. Of course I had left things undone, I was forced to quit very suddenly. But I had left very detailed and specific notes and made all of my work available for whomever was given my projects. Additionally, this was concerning because my former-firm had a very strict NDA code. Lawyers weren’t allowed to mention any part of our work, even petty office gossip, due to our bosses’ very strict attorney-client privilege contracts. Which meant that either someone from the firm was risking having to pay a lot of money and being disbarred or someone who knew me, someone I was close enough to to have told all of this detail to, had decided to break my confidence for some easy money or just to have an in with some media person. Either option was terrifyingly disheartening. 

By Harry’s side, Stella threw her arms up and sighed as she slumped in her chair. "I know!" She told Gabrielle, dramatically.

Harry and I exchanged a smile, and he gave me a funny look. "She seems nice.”

"She is."

"How long have you known each other?"

"Oh." I sighed. “It would be easier to count every star in the sky than to figure out the first time we met.” 

He grinned. “That long?”

In a different time, he would have preceded that question with ‘truth or dare?’. But just as it happened at a different time, it was still as easy to talk to him as it had ever been, and it made my heart ache all the more. His eyes, as he continued to stare me down, were still full of a yearning that made my skin warm and my breath rare. 

I took another sip of wine. “So, Cressida.” I said, before I could stop myself. Harry’s eyes widened. “Stella said she’s nice.”

He nodded. “She is.”

“How have you met?”

“Cressida?” I nodded. “Mutual friends.”

“...what does she-- do? For a living?”

“She’s just finishing school. Theater.” 

I smiled. Of course, he’s dating someone with one of the few careers you can’t have in order to be a royal. Of course he would go for someone who just as much as him wants a completely different life from the one we were raised in. Someone who, unlike me, has a choice on the matter.

I closed my hands tightly in fists in my lap, reminding myself I had a boyfriend. Whom I love. The waiters showed up to remove our plates. I leaned in to Christopher and hooked my arm with his, laying my head in his shoulder. He intertwined our fingers together, and I made a point to lean in to kiss his cheek, breathing in deeply, eyes closed, reminding myself of a few things.

One: Christopher always smelled of fresh roses after he showered, and his hair always looked perfectly in place even when he got so busy with work he couldn't get a haircut in months. Two: At a party when I was sixteen, Christopher punched a guy who made fun of me for wearing a Guns N' Roses t-shirt while being unable to name more than one of their songs. Three: Christopher was a really nice kisser. Four: Christopher was thoughtful, having refused to start a serious relationship with me until after we had both graduated secondary school because he was afraid it was too soon.

He was a good boyfriend, and I spent the better part of the last decade in love with him. 

After the main course, Clara’s father took to the microphone and the speeches started. As we listened, I used the time to remind myself of another few things:

Five: He once drove to Harvard to surprise me and the girls on my Political Research lecture saw us together and the following week they all came to compliment me on my hot boyfriend. Six: Christopher wasn't even upset I adopted a dog without asking him when we were living together in New York after graduation. Seven: After dinners or nights out, Christopher always offered to give our friends who didn't have a car a ride home so they didn't have to pay for ubers. 

I was shaken off my daze when the room started applauding; Clara got to her feet from the main table in the front and hugged her father. Her brother then took to the microphone and started his speech.

"Her dad reminds me of yours." Christopher said in my ear, "That's totally the type of speech he'll do when we get married."

Leaning back to look at him, I found no hesitation, no teasing smile about to break in. He looked calm as he watched Clara's brother introduce himself.

I looked back at Stella, reminded now of a conversation we'd had once when Constance and I were desperately trying to convince her Rick simply wasn't as committed to her as she seemed to think he was. 'You're planning your wedding in your head, but we know for a fact Rick thinks getting married is a death sentence! He jokes about it all the time! Why would you want to marry him?!', Constance told her, aggravated. Stella looked at me, instead, and asked: 'Well, they're men. They just don't think about it. Does Christopher ever talk about marriage?'

The answer was no. We had dated for eight years, ignoring the couple of months we were broken up after he graduated University, and the last break up the past year. In all that time, I had always wanted to marry him. As a teenager, it was easy to dismiss this. I was a kid. What did I know? But in University, or after? Even then, whenever I made a reference to our future, he would shrug, overly casual, and say, 'Who knows what will happen? We have time'. But he now seemed to have… grown. Changed. 

"I'm sure most of you know the maid of honor is a role traditionally filled by the closest female friend of the bride... But my sister has never been one to do what's expected of her." Clara's brother was saying, smiling sweetly at her. “So, I’m Clark, I’m Clara’s younger brother, and I’m her maid of honor. Clara and I have known each other since June 18th, 1992--” the room laughed, making him smile. “The best day of her life… but today is a close second.” 

From the main table, Clara rolled her eyes, laughing.

“Clara was the one who took me to my first University party…” there was a loud appreciative murmur around the room, and a few more laughs. “There, I got a glimpse of what life would be like outside of mom and dad’s house… I’ll be honest, it was pretty great.”

As people laughed again, I was hit by an unforgiving old memory. Me, 20-years-old, Harvard. Louis, 17, coming to spend a long weekend to tour the school, decide if he wants to apply. My friend Kat dragging us to Kappa Sigma’s year end party. Louis, the social butterfly, making friends with everyone, becoming instantly known as ‘British dude’, because Americans could never place the Savoyen accent. Chanting it loudly to cheer for him during beer pong. Jumping on the pool. Teaching him what a beer pong was. Holding his head above a toilet as he puked. Trying to get him to look normal so our security didn’t tell our parents anything too problematic. Laughing about it the next day as we vowed never to tell anyone. 

My heart ached.

“The first time I saw John was when Clara sent me a screenshot of his Tinder profile…”

From the front, the bride’s brother was still doing his speech, getting laughs from the room.

“He looked good.” He shrugged, jokingly. “My sister texted me, ‘I’m gonna marry this guy’. I wrote back, ‘sure Clara, whatever’. But sure enough, three months later there was John on our family vacation to Cancun.” Beside him, Clara and John exchanged a sweet look. “On the first night we were on the bar together and he slid a ten pound bill across the bar, at an all-inclusive resort, and said, ‘two Jack and coke and keep’em coming’. I don’t remember much after that, but I do remember thinking he and Clara were perfect together.”

There was murmur of appreciation, just as another memory came back to haunt me. One I’d been trying to suppress since Christmas. It was a mix, really, of little moments. Ever since I found the playlist Louis had intended on gifting me for Christmas, I had turned off his phone and refused to turn it on again. I hid his notebook in a box for safe keeping and refused to look at it. I could hear his voice on every word in it, and it his voice seemed to be trying to tell me things that hurt too much to hear – and I had enough of that from everywhere else. The press was saying that I wasn’t a hard worker, that I couldn’t handle my new role, quoting insiders from the government who believed it too, and I had no reason to believe my father felt any differently seeing as he refused to treat me like an adult.

It was easier to shut everyone off. It was easier to just carry his phone with me, feel him close when I needed it, but refuse to look too hard inward. But when Clara’s brother spoke, it was hard not to. It was impossible not to think of him, particularly after Chris’ comment about what my father might say at our wedding, it was impossible not to wonder… what would Louis have said?

“I need to use the bathroom.” I told Christopher. He looked at me, smiled and removed his arm from mine.

I locked eyes with Harry as I delicately pushed my chair back, and looked down quickly. I walked out of the reception room staring at the floor, almost holding my breath until I was in the hallway.

The reception was taking place at an old Manor home, a few hundred years old. There were no ‘ladies’ bathroom, rather just normal home bathrooms. There were a couple of waiters near the one nearest to the reception room, so I turned the other way and walked until I found another. Instead of going in, however, I just walked to the velvet lined chairs on the other side of the hall and sat down, heavily. My head hit the wall with a thud as I relaxed my body and tried to breath in deeply, slowly, trying to keep the tears at bay. But the memories kept coming. 

The one I couldn’t shut off was happened one day after Christopher had broken up with me the year before. I had just gotten home from work late, and started my usual routine: let my bags on the floor near the door, kicked off my shoes, put my hair up in a tight bun, remove my blazer and jewelry, and throw myself on the sofa for a few minutes before becoming a person again. This time, the phone ringed, and it was Louis. Mom had just told him about the break up, and he wanted to talk, to check in. ‘I’m okay’, I told him. ‘That’s not your okay voice’, he returned. We talked for a while. He let me vent about my frustrations over Chris, about not seeing this coming, about us having been fine all this time, about us having dealt with bigger distances than our current ‘long distance’. Louis let me rant, and then he sighed, asked if I wanted his opinion, and didn’t wait for my answer before he started speaking:

‘Honestly, Maggie, I don’t think he broke up with you because of the distance. I don’t think he really cares about the press harassment and all the negative sides of dating a royal, either, because he’s had enough time to break up with you over this and he never has. I think it’s much simpler. I think Christopher just doesn’t know how great and out of his league you truly are. I don’t think he values you for the things that make you amazing. I think the things that make you amazing are why he is breaking up with you. I think he might not realize it, but he doesn’t know how to handle dating someone who is so clearly so much better than him at everything. And honestly? He’s had enough time to deal with that. If he can’t crack it, that’s his problem. You deserve better.’

I wondered, again, what Louis would have said in his speech at my wedding. What tales would he have relayed about meeting Christopher for the first time? Finding out we were dating for the first time? Hearing we had broken up for the first time? And second time? Would he have said we were perfect for each other? ‘Chris didn’t deserve you. You know that, right?’, his voice rang in my ears.

I hadn’t been there long when I heard:

“Hey.”

I sat up, quickly, my breath caught in my throat. Harry walked over slowly, and sat down by my side.

“You okay?”

I considered how to answer. He wouldn’t have told anyone if I told the truth. He would have understood if I lied. He was just like that, somehow I just knew that. Instead what I went with was,

“Every time I think I’m back to normal… every time I think I’m okay again… it’s like something will always happen and a memory will hit me like a brick… and I’m right back to the funeral.”

He gulped, sighed, and finally laid his head back like me. “I know what you mean.”

“I want to cry about the most ridiculous things.” I confessed. “I want to scream about the silliest things… I feel so… irrationally angry all the time.”

From teary eyes, I thought I saw his head move as he nodded. “Yeah. I know that, too. A bit too much.”

It felt… so unbelievably freeing to hear that. To know I wasn’t going insane with pain.

“I thought I was being stupid, thinking I shouldn’t have come. It’s been so long. And I can’t stay home forever, right? But the moment her brother started speaking I couldn’t help but remember that Louis won’t be at my wedding.”

Harry looked at me; brows worried, lips pale as he pressed them together. He seemed to reconsider for only a second too long before reaching over and grabbing hold of my hand, which had been holding my clutch, and holding it in his, our arms resting delicately in my lap.

His hand was so much bigger than mine, particularly after losing some weight over the last few months. It was rough, muscly, warm. It made me feel warm, too. It didn’t just make me want to cry more; it made me feel I should, it felt like being given a gift. Like a blessing.

“It’s easy wanting to be okay again.” He said. “But the road to okay after something like this happens… it’s long. Too long. It’s okay to take time to not be okay. There’s no… schedule. It’s not a race. The only way out of the bad is through it. You can’t get to okay if you don’t just… walk the road first. Does that make sense?”

We looked at each other; it was in this moment I realized how close he was to me. Had his eyes always been this warm? My heart had the answer ready. 

“The only way out is through.” I repeated, making his lips flex up in a soft, gentle smile.

When I smiled in response, my own small, barely-there smile, even through tears, it felt like sunshine was hitting the dark corners of my soul for the first time in years.

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[A/N: I knoooooooow, but don’t worry! The wedding aint over yet! Any bets on whats happening next week??? Thank you so much for reading! Please give me a shout to know youre here? Let me know your thoughts, I’m always open to suggestions and requests on what you’d like to see more of =) Next week: Marie finds out something Chris has been secretly planning...]

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2019 was a big reading year for me. Somehow, I read over a million words- and that’s just counting my bookmarks. So here is a fic rec of my favorites, aka the ever-growing list of my bookmarks on AO3. I organized them by length to hopefully help! Thank you to all these amazing writers, and the countless other authors I read from as well! Fanfiction is such a wonderful aspect of fandom for me and I appreciate all of you!  Please make sure to check ratings and tags before you read!

On the edge of the next nine years- @forreveries​ 

“It just hit me,” Harry continued, putting down his phone so he could wring the nerves out of his fingers, shake them too, “This is actually happening.”

“Nine years in the making.”

“Nine years. Shit,” Harry repeated, as though it was the first time he was hearing this. As though they hadn’t been talking about this moment for the past year, hadn’t been planning it for just that long too, “What if-”

“Love,” Louis cut him off. There was no room for what ifs anymore. They’d been told their whole careers to be scared of those words, that if something went wrong - came out - it’d be the end of them.

And they’d had nine entire years to learn that those what ifs weren’t worth it.

In which Harry and Louis come out at the Met Gala.

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Getting high in mine- @bottomlinsons​ 

Getting home from a festival is miserable by any method, but a three-hour train ride is truly the bottom of the barrel.

This time, though, with the help of the cute guy sitting on the floor, it might not be so bad.

(meet-cute au)

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What Goes Up- @londonfoginacup​

Harry has always had a deep fear of anything space related. His boyfriend has always dreamed of becoming an astronaut.

The six month program at the space station means a very long distance relationship and a very nervous Harry back on earth.

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Crash Landing- @kingsofeverything​ 

Louis crashes weddings for the thrill of it. He gets dressed up, uses fake names, and makes up stories to go along with each new persona. Sometimes he’ll find someone on the guest list to spend the evening drinking and dancing with (among other things). No strings attached and he never sees them again. That is, until he meets a fellow wedding crasher.

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deleted your number (so i can’t call you)- @sunflowrsix​

Harry wakes up to a voicemail.

It’s Saturday morning and it’s raining, a barely there drizzle. He sees the notification as soon as he picks up his phone from the bedside table, bleary eyes making it hard to distinguish the words. He’s got a few instagram mentions, a couple unread texts, but what really stands out is the “Missed Call and Voicemail”.

From Louis.

Or the ten hours before Harry comes home to Louis, and the five hours after he does.

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fallin’ all in you- @therosiestofdaggers​

They were to marry in fourteen days.

An official link to the two kingdoms, a political move for the best, lists of pros being said while their sisters nodded, glancing between the two as they decided their brothers’ futures.

or Princes Louis and Harry pine and their sisters give them a needed nudge.

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while the rhythm of the rain keeps time- @eeveelou​ 

He didn’t know what it meant about him that he stayed with Harry, shared a bed with him, loved him so much, when he knew what his lover could do. When he knew what happened when the anger twisted Harry up inside and made him rotten. Maybe the rotted parts were far enough away from Louis’s front door he didn’t mind anymore. It was all okay if Harry could come in through the back door and wash away the darkness in the mud room sink.

Dark AU

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Under the Moonlight- @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed​ 

Harry and Louis have been friends online for years. They’ve never met despite living only a few hours from one another. One fateful summer a silly little lie, a family vacation and an accidental meet up lead to a week of fake dating on Mallorca. All in all, a holiday Louis won’t easily forget.

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tonight’s not over (come over and stay)- @microlouis​ 

Zayn doesn’t say anything for a moment, pausing and worrying at his bottom lip. Finally, he asks, “Have you heard that Cox guy is coming out with a new song?”

Louis freezes, fingers hovering over his keyboard where they had been typing his password.

“No, I hadn’t,” Louis says truthfully. “Where did you hear that?”

“Tell anyone this and I’ll kill you, but I’d consider myself a big fan,” Zayn says. His face doesn’t change in expression, completely serious as he admits this to Louis.

“Big fan? Like run a blog and everything?”

or, harry is a famous singer and louis is a student who just wants to write his novel

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We Made These Memories for Ourselves- supernope 

Breath held, Harry squints his eyes open and focuses on the first stick. A blue line. Harry breathes out an unsteady breath. He’s pretty sure he read that one blue line is a negative, but he fishes the box from the bottom of the pile just to make sure.

“Negative,” he confirms, voice echoing around the small room. “Next.”

Now that he’s feeling a little less shaky, he scans the rest of the tests at once, is met with a headache-inducing mixture of pink plus signs and blue double lines. His heart rate picks up until it’s pounding triple-time in the base of his throat and the pit of his stomach, thundering in his ears and throbbing in his temples. He flips over the rest of the boxes slowly, but he knows what they’re going to say before he even looks.

[or, Louis is a footballer, Harry owns a bakery, and they’re having a baby.]

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Fiction Romance- Orphan_Account

Harry has a type.

He likes older, sophisticated, mature men. Well-educated men. Men with life experience and passion for arts and social causes. Men who are established in their careers, who’ve sorted their lives out.

Niall knows this.

And so Harry can’t understand why he’s sat here opposite Louis Tomlinson.

A punk Louis/uni Harry blind date AU.

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Paint me a Literature of Love- @xoxo-hl 

Harry loves literature. It also just so happens he falls in love with a painter who is the perfect subject for prose and poetry.

Louis loves art, specifically acrylic. It seems perfectly fitting that he finds a man that inspires him to paint with all the colours in his supply.

Or - The 90’s au with art teacher Louis and literature teacher Harry.

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But Now Together, We’re Alone- @becomeawendybird​

It’s a stroke of good luck when Harry Styles, a man who grew up on the small island of Martinique, is offered the position of tutor to the Dauphin and his sister.

When he arrives at the palace, he is dragged into a world of opulence, courtiers, whispers in the shadows, and illicit affairs. But he is also introduced to the king, the most intriguing man he’s ever met.

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written in the stars (that’s you and me)- @fackinglouis​ 

Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D’you feel that?” he whispers. 

To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches Harry’s lips part and wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?”  

Written for the prompt: Louis is a funny and bratty psychic and Harry is set on proving he’s a scam.

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(Something’s Been) Hiding In My Heart- @lululawrence​ 

“My eyes must be deceiving me,” Harry said in his slow drawl. His voice was deeper than Louis remembered. Maybe some things had changed after all.

“They aren’t deceiving you. I’m here because I need you to finally sign these papers,” Louis said before he dropped the stack of paper on the hood of the car and held out a pen to Harry. “Just do it, Harry. Get it over with and then I’ll be out of your life forever, alright?” Face blank of all emotion outside of a sneer Harry said, “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

“God,” Louis groaned. Harry just couldn’t let this be easy. His pride wouldn’t allow it. “You know, I never really understood that phrase, but no. I am not ‘shitting’ you. Just sign the damn papers.”

“Ya know, I don’t think I will,” Harry said before turning back to the front door.

When the screen door slammed behind him, Louis realized Harry didn’t have anything else to say.

Or a Sweet Home Alabama AU where Louis comes home to finally get his divorce from Harry finalized so he can move on with his life. Alderford holds its own set of challenges when he returns, but by facing his past maybe he can find the healing he so desperately needs.

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Come Along With Me- @jimmytfallon​ 

“A little magic can take you a long way.” — Roald Dahl

Or An AU where Harry is a magician and Louis doesn’t believe in such a thing.

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A Perfect Reason- Chelsea Frew (chelseafrew)

During a visit to a charity he’d like to support, Prince Louis–next in line to the throne of the United Kingdom–meets Harry, the man of his dreams. Trouble is, Louis is not out, and the law says his heirs can only be born of a woman. Louis is determined not to let that stop his pursuit of Harry. His determination doubles when Harry accidentally becomes pregnant. He and Harry will have their little family–and change the monarchy while they’re at it.

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Fall At My Door- @kingsofeverything​

A-list actor Harry Styles and award-winning musician Louis Tomlinson have an acquaintances-with-benefits relationship, so whenever their busy professional lives happen to land them in the same city, they meet up. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.

And that’s all it is. Until it isn’t.

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Have You Coming Back Again- @crazyupsetter

It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.

Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.

He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis. 31k Leave Your Mark On Me- @kingsofeverything​

When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

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the act of making noise- @suspendrs “Oh,” Harry frowns, waving him off. “No, I could never. I respect myself too much to sing for a living.”

It feels like a slap across the face, but Louis does his best not to stiffen, blinking once and then frowning. “What?”

“Those people are always so miserable, you know?” Harry says, hopping down off his stool and straightening his sweater. “There’s so much pressure on them, and they have to work so hard to keep up appearances, I can’t even imagine how difficult that is. I can’t even stand to listen to pop music today, let alone watch TV or read the magazines. It makes me so sad, thinking that those people, you know, the ones who actually went into it with heart, they only ever just wanted to make music and instead they got turned into things on leashes being paraded around to make money for other people,” he says. “Anyway, you can have the stool.”

Or, Louis’s famous, Harry has no idea who he is, and they get snowed in together at a ski lodge in Vermont.

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Close to Nowhere- @angelichl​ 

“I will kill you in your sleep,” Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans.

“I don’t think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time.” “I’ll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don’t call me that.” 

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

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Take It To The Limit- @taggiecb​

Louis Tomlinson enjoys the simple life. He has his house, his family, and his friends all in the tiny town of Petty Harbour, Newfoundland. When he isn’t spending the winters plowing out the residents and keeping Liam and Niall company at Payne’s pub, he’s out on the open water doing the one thing that he loves the most, fishing.

Harry Styles is a traveler. He lands in the tiny town to try to find himself. What he finds instead is a beautiful blue eyed man who seems to have everything figured out.

But even a brick house can be damaged by a storm if it’s big enough. Can Louis’ perfect life and their relationship survive the tumult that’s coming?

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Show Me Life Like I’ve Never Seen- @all-these-larrythings​

Louis never expected to leave the small art studio three blocks down from his job with anything besides the painting he caught a glimpse of and simply couldn’t forget.

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Counterbalance- @louandhazaf​

Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class.

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That’s What I’m Here For- @taggiecb​  

Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

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thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in- @absoloutenonsense  Harry’s alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam’s latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis’ financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

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We are timeless- @star-henderson​ 

“These are the ones I was telling you about.” Niall leant into Harry’s ear. “Write all their own stuff. Lead singer is a natural.”

Harry nodded, tilting his head to listen to the sweet rasp of the singer’s voice. The song started off soft and lilting, giving Harry shivers, the back of his neck prickling as the song picked up tempo. He loved it, bopping his head and tapping his foot. Niall nudged him, smiling and Harry gave him the thumbs up. Harry watched them, he couldn’t quite see the singer because of a spotlight in his way, but as he moved a step, the light hit his face and Harry blinked. He gripped the chair arms and leaned forward. Was it him? Was it? His hair was longer, his face no longer soft and boyish, instead angular with heavyish scruff, but the eyes, that mouth, were still the same. A rush of adrenaline flooded his body, heat creeping up his spine. It had been over four and a half years since he’d last seen him. He slumped back into his chair. He’d never given up hope of finding Tommy. Never.

Or Louis and Harry meet as teenagers and have a sweet encounter in Ibiza. Years later they meet up again…

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Don’t Want Shelter- @kingsofeverything​ 

Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…

When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families’ old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.

During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

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Consequences- @allwaswell16​

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

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Here In The Afterglow- @fondleeds​ 

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

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1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

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Face Your Fears- @sadaveniren​ 

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

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Satellite- @suspendrs​

“It’s been three years since I’ve had a proper hot meal,” Louis says finally. “I have no idea where my family is, or if any of them are even still alive. The only reason I’ve been able to keep myself alive for as long as I have is because I keep to myself, stay guarded, stay hidden. It’s the only way I know how to live,” he says.

Harry wants to cry, but he tries to put on a brave face when Louis finally meets his eyes. “You’re safe here. You don’t have to be so guarded around me,” Harry says quietly, earnestly.

“That’s very sweet of you,” Louis says, putting his fork down. “But yes I do. Especially around you.”

Or, Harry finds out that someone’s been living in his house without him knowing, but instead of kicking him out, he falls in love with him. 100k

Heading for Limbo- @kingsofeverything​ 

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

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Lightning Strikes Twice- @dinosaursmate​  

Louis slipped his hand onto Harry’s thigh, snaking his fingers up and inwards. “I’m a big fan. You’re so talented, and I have to admit that I actually fancy you a bit.”

“Yeah?” Harry reached up to push Louis’ fringe out of his eyes. “Well, you know, I like to try and be accommodating to my fans.”

“You’re quite well known for that,” Louis whispered as he turned his head some more, their mouths an inch apart. “So I hear.”

—

Rock star Harry Styles was nineteen when he met Louis, a groupie with a huge heart that Harry couldn’t quite shake from his mind. Fate granted him a second chance at the age of sixty, his washed up and lonely existence being transformed by a widower with a bookshop.

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An Unbalanced Force- @kingsofeverything​ 

Harry has the rest of his life planned. Marriage. Career. Kids. Happily ever after.

But sometimes plans don’t work out.

That’s not necessarily a bad thing.

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Tired Tired Sea- @mediawhorefics​  

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

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red hands- @dystopianharry​

“I’ve never told anyone,” Harry murmurs, voice so soft no one else would be able to hear, if it wasn’t just the two of them.

“But you’ve told someone,” Louis says firmly. “And that’s not gonna fucking happen around here. You don’t speak a word of it, or someone’s going to kill you, and we can’t let that happen.”

a dystopian au in which harry, an ex-soldier who’s escaped from his government run camp, accidentally stumbles across the biggest rebel movement in the country, and louis, one of the rebellion’s mysterious leaders who appears to hate him, seems to simultaneously have an obsession with keeping him alive. or: harry is wanted for treason, niall hasn’t changed in four years, liam is always smiling, and louis is angry. like, really angry.

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#61: IF I COULD FLY - ONE DIRECTION

LOUIS:

"If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you I think I might give up everything, just ask me to"

You were sad. Today your boss had told you that you got fired and it wasn't because you weren't good at your work but because they had to make some cutouts and more than 10 people had to go too. To make things worst, your boyfriend Louis was on tour and he wasn't coming home till next month. You talked to your best friends and they were very supportive but the only thing you wanted right now was a hug from your boyfriend. That night you had a FaceTime date with him and he knew that something was up since you didn’t look as happy as always. "Love, is everything ok?" He said as soon as he saw you. "I got fired, Lou. It was my dream job and I feel so sad and disappointed of myself" you said as you felt the tears streaming down your face. "I'm so sorry Y/n. Tell me everything that happened" You told him the whole story and he was understanding and helped you reminding you that this wasn't your fault but you were feeling so down because know you would have to start over. "You have no idea how much I wish I could be there with you, hugging and kissing you and doing anything to make you feel better. No, That's it I'm canceling tomorrow night show. I'll be home tomorrow morning. Just say yes and I'll be there, anything for you" he said seriously. "Lou, you're amazing but no. You can't do that. Your fans have waited for months and I'm going to be ok eventually" you replied trying to make him be reasonable. "You're right" he said looking sad. "But, why don't you come? Babe, you should join me on tour, it's only one month and then we'll be back there together and you can start looking for a new job. Please" he said excitedly. You got silent for a few seconds thinking it wasn't the worst idea. "Ok, I'll go but not the whole tour only a week, and then I'll be back! I can't be one month without looking for a job. Just having you close for a while will make me feel better" He nodded and the next day you were on a plane about to see your boyfriend not knowing that week you would have a great job opportunity thanks to that tour.

LIAM:

"Pay attention, I hope that you listen 'cause I let my guard down Right now I'm completely defenseless"

You were so excited about your first trip with Liam. You decided to went to a Glamping near London. It was a very romantic way to do camping but in a glamorous way. You got ready and found the place and they took you to your glamp. It was 5 pm and you decided to get everything ready to have a romantic dinner under the stars. Liam got ready the campfire while you organized some food you brought. It was a beautiful setting but to be honest, the most amazing thing was being there with him. You eat the food and were having some wine while some S'Mores were made in the campfire. You were having a great time chatting about life and he made laugh all the time until you both stayed quiet for a while looking at the starts. It truly felt like a perfect night. Suddenly you noticed Liam looking at you and you looked back at him and said: "Y/n, I'm falling in love with you. I know we've only been dating for 2 months but I feel like you're so special. Please don't hurt me? I'm letting you know the real me" You couldn't help but hold his hand tight and reply: "I won't Li, I'm falling for you too. I can't believe how lucky I am to find a guy like you. You won't regret it" he got closer and kissed you softly. You spent the rest of the night knowing each other more and it felt like the beginning of something unique for both of you.  

NIALL:

“I'm missing half of me when we're apart

Now you know me, for your eyes only

For your eyes only”

You were excited about your cousin getting married, you grew up together and you wanted her to be happy and you loved weddings,  every detail about them. But even though you had all those reasons to be excited about it there was one thing missing: Your boyfriend Niall. He did his best to fit the wedding in his schedule but as he was promoting his new album every day he would have interviews and gigs and you understand but you were going to miss him a lot and you were feeling down about it. You did your best to act like you were fine and you helped your cousin with everything you could. She looked beautiful in her dress and when she was ready you went to put on yours. You were wearing a beautiful olive dress and you sent Niall a selfie so he could at least see you in that way. It was time to leave for church and you got in the Bride car with your cousin and you were helping her to calm her nerves. When you got there you were standing next to her since you were a bridesmaid. The ceremony was about to begin when you Niall sneaking in and sitting in the last seat and you couldn't help but smile at him feeling so blessed about him. When he saw you looking at him he blows you a kiss and you did the mimics of receiving it. When the ceremony was over you went running to him showing him how happy you were. "Ni, you made it" you said while hugging him. "I wouldn't miss it knowing how important this is for you. Anything to make you happy" he said. "Thank you, I was missing you so much here and all my family was asking me about you" and suddenly your parents were there greeting him, they loved him. You couldn't be happier with him by your side. Later on the reception, you would have the time of your life dancing all night long and celebrating with your family and your amazing boyfriend.

HARRY:

“I've got scars even though they can't always be seen And pain gets hard, but now you're here and I don't feel a thing”

Since you started dating Harry you would always admire how secure and brave he was about himself and his music and everything about his life but you always thought there was something he wasn't letting you see and it may be not being on purpose but you always felt something was missing. As time started to pass by and you trusted each other a bit more every day and you could feel how he was opening to you about how he sometimes got nervous before coming at the stage or how heartbroken he felt after his last girlfriend cheated on him and how sometimes he wished to not be famous and have a normal life that he could completely share with you. One night, while you were having late dinner after he had a hugely successful concert in a big London Arena and you were there looking at him in the crowd he looked at you for a few seconds, clear his throat, and said to you. "Thank you for being there with me, love. I felt secure having you that close and knowing I could share that moment with you." You smiled and replied. "I'll be with you always, Harry. You just have to ask me to be there" and he smiled and got closer to kiss you.

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@mapleviewstarters​

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 – 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘣𝘺-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 – 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 (𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵). 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

『 dev patel. twenty-nine. cis man. he/him. 』 oh heavens, is that LOUIS BHATT from CHESTNUT DRIVE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -OBSESSIVE & -IMPATIENT. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool ARCHIVIST at MAPLEVIEW PUBLIC LIBRARY and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +ORGANIZED & +RATIONAL. i hope i see them around again! 『 may. 21. est. she/her. 』

hello hello ! after some delay,, i am here,, w information on louis ! while my roommate’s boyfriend makes the weirdest noises i hate it !

backstory:

triggers: near-death/death, something that’s suicide attempt -adjacent but... not directly a suicide attempt because the end goal wasn’t actually death, terminal illness ( cystic fibrosis - but no, not 5 feet apart )

Louis was born and raised in Mapleview, NC. His parents had moved to the Carolinas after years in LA, finding that… maybe the reason they were having trouble conceiving was because of the stress of city life? 

Perhaps that was true. Perhaps that wasn’t. It probably wasn’t. Indeed, it was probably just dumb luck that they finally succeeded when his mother was 36, a late pregnancy which prompted them to keep a close eye on little Louis’s health. 

When he came out perfectly healthy on the 7th of December, they simply could not have been more joyous. So they celebrated him, born on a lucky day. 

He started his life as a fun-loving guy! A kid who played with everyone turned into a teenager who had no shortage of friends. Being a bit of a stoner, he wormed his way into a tight-knit group… that was pretty much full of other stoners.

However, his fun-loving nature changed on a fateful day when he and his friends found a man, so close to death. They managed to get him to the hospital in time to save his life, but Louis was changed that day. Their hometown hero status didn’t mean much to Louis – no, he just wanted to become acquaintances with the man and figure out what it was he saw during those moments of half-death.

And so acquaintances they became. The man telling Louis that he saw nothing, recalled nothing, felt nothing… it brought both terror and peace to the young man.

It also brought morbid curiosity. He began withdrawing from his friends and family, really only continuing to speak to Adrien and their other friend (wc on main!) as they had actually been there. They’d shared that experience that Louis’s therapist called ‘trauma.’

A few months after the incident, his curiosity got the better of him. He didn’t hope to die – not really – but he hoped to come close. He stuck a knife into an electrical socket and… saw nothing until his parents found him – thank goodness – just in time.

And yet, he’d never been more at peace.

However, no one in his family was necessarily ‘good’ at dealing with problems. Instead ot talking about it, instead of sending him to a therapist, they all just pretended it never happened after they paid off the hospital bill. He wasn’t suicidal, just curious! 

So he began applying to colleges – all was well! Although he was accepted into the Carolinas’ more prestigious universities, such as Duke and Wake Forest, he wound up attending his safety school out of adoration for its campus: University of North Carolina at Asheville (UNCA, s/o to myself because this is where I go!)

He began his studies with the intended double-major of Literature and History and he was doing well. He was shining in college, too distracted by Whitman’s ego to worry about the concept of death.

Until he met his college girlfriend, that is.

A victim of cystic fibrosis, Louis knew their time was likely limited to perhaps another decade and a half (unless scientific advancements were made – you see, he would’ve switched majors, but he wasn’t STEM-minded in the slightest). They decided they’d make the most of their time together and, as Louis was taught to do, largely ignore the elephant in the room.

To receive a Masters in Library Science (MLIS), he transferred to Appalachian State University (“App”) with his girlfriend by his side, earning her own Masters.

Things were simply beautiful. Everything was looking up. He felt just as much peace as he had in half-death, but it was in life! 

But… complications got complicated!

A clinic had his girlfriend getting special treatment… but it also had her near other CF patients. And they couldn’t even be sure she wasn’t on the placebo! So, after a few treatments and instances of getting a bit too close with some of the other patients, her condition worsened and things… were not looking spectacular.

This was around the time Louis completed his degree at 25 (did I do the math right?). They initially had plans to marry after they completed their courses, but gave up any ideas for large weddings and were officiated by a friend who signed up online. Their plans of moving somewhere bigger – still in state, so as to make travel easier, but bigger, nonetheless – were also cut short. Louis’s parents advised him to do what they had done and return to Mapleview, a calm life that they thought had allowed them their pregnancy.

Louis figured it was an idea worth trying. It wasn’t as though it would improve her condition, but it would improve her overall quality of life, right? 

When he was 27, she succumbed a bit early to her illness. And he was at peace with that. He missed her – dear god, he missed her – but she’d returned to the night sky, the stars that he could see. 

However, his life has since become incredibly rigid and routine. His obsessions worsened after her death, as did his craving for cleanliness and overall order. Being an archivist was perfect for that, but was terrible for most other aspects of his life. 

Yes, yes, his quality of life deteriorated.

He’s essentially become Jane Kerkovich-Williams from the iconic Happy Endings, suggesting better organization systems… in stores dedicated to organization. He no longer attends therapy, refusing to agree with their diagnoses. Because he’s fine. There are no problems. Indeed, quite the Type A.

But also on a sliding scale that could put him in a very Judah Mannowdog from the Bojack Horseman (why do I keep taking inspiration from this show-) box. Depends on the day.

tl;dr:

was a sociable kid and teenager. withdrew after finding a man on the brink of death with his friends and became lowkey obsessed with death. (suicide attempt-ish tw) stuck a knife in an electrical socket because he had to know what was beyond life, but not necessarily bc he wanted to die (end tw). everyone ignored that. went to unca and fell in luv w a girl who had cf. went to app state to gain an mlis. her disease worsened during a clinic. moved back to mapleview. she died. rip ip. wasn’t the typical Grieving Widower™ bc he figured he knew what was on the other side and it was nice! but,, his mental state did worsen and his obsessions, need for organization, and overall type-a demeanor amplified. 

connection ideas:

** all are open to any gender

childhood friends (0/??)

high school friends (0/??)

his other bff (wc on main!) (0/1)

high school girlfriend/boyfriend/partner (0/2)

ppl he went to college (unca + app) with (0/??)

ppl who knew his wife before she yeet’d into another plane of nonexistence (according to louis, at least) (0/??)

overall there’s more potential w past connections on louis than on judith aflhskdj

feel free to like or hmu if you’d like to plot!

#mapleviewintro #louis . #louis | intro .

[risthebrave]

okay so i was going to send in an ask for the director’s cut thing, but there were too many fics i wanted to ask about 😭 i’ll send them in but PLEASE keep in mind you don’t have to do them all i feel bad dmfjsjf

move so pretty (you’re all i see), sleeping on our problems, works like a charm, just a flicker in the dark, and sweet like honey

ahhh omg thank you for sending these in! i’m so sorry for how long it took to get out - i may have forgotten about it shjkskss also i don’t mind talking about all of them but i’m definitely going to keep each one short. you can find them under the cut:

move so pretty (you’re all i see) ~

this fic was started initially when i was doing word prompts using curiouscat! people would send me words and i’d write a quick little drabble/snippet... they’re typically around 300-ish words but i got the word “owns,” and maybe got a bit carried away? i think that prompt ended up being 1k words - too long to post using cc so i had to take screenshots and post as separate tweet. 

the idea that came to me was something i love to read in fics: one of them walking in on the other masturbating. i didn’t intend for it to become anything more than that snippet but i what can i say? i got intrigued. my brain helpfully provided a backstory: best friends, harry maybe having feelings for louis but not wanting to ruin their friendship... 

fast-forward three days and i posted an 11k fic shjssks

this was my first attempt at writing a pwp so that was an interesting experience!!! i’m too obsessed with giving backstories and arcs to ever write just pure smut but this is the closest i’ve gotten??? 5.5k/11k being smut, that is. and for once coming up with the title wasn’t too hard because there’s one song i always think of when it comes to best friends to lovers and that’s lucky!! 

i don’t really know what else to say for this one! i remember sarah and i both wrote and posted pwps in a short span of each other so that was fun... she’s actually the one who motivated me to finish and post this fic instead of just letting the idea go. and her dog ended up in the story: chica <3 my absolute favorite <3333

sleeping on our problems ~

welp. this fic was a struggle for a long time. idk if i’ve talked about it on this blog but this fic was initially an exes to lovers fic!!! where they spent harry’s rut together right before breaking up and then louis finds out he’s pregnant and angst ensues. 

changing it to a one-night stand (even though it wasn’t only one night shjksks) ended up being a really good decision in the way that this new version of the story required a lot less angst and reflection of their past relationship, choices, actions!! that first fic was going to be a lot heavier i think shjsks but i really love how it turned out!!

barring the main tropes, the progression of the story and the outline itself changed so. much. in the process of writing... i found an earlier saved version of my outline and the story is almost completely unrecognizable haha. and actually the most recent saved version of the outline is also not 100% accurate to the final story because for the last 10k of the story, i was flying completely free shjsksk. 

also, even after i finished the fic, i went back and added two scenes the next day so it’s safe to say i changed so much of this story -- it was never supposed to be that long either hsjsksk the goal was 48-50k and i thought i was being optimistic!

somewhat in the same vein but also really different: this fic was one of the first fics i ever wrote out of order! before this, i had switched around maybe a couple times when writing a fic but mostly stuck to chronological order. but in this one i kept getting stuck with certain scenes and decided that i’d never reach my goal of finishing unless i switched to parts of the story i had the inspiration to write in the moment instead of getting stuck on one single part i had no motivation for. it really helped the process and i’ve been switching around ever since. 

another thing that really helped me actually finish this fic was the motivation and encouragement of people on twitter and i’m still so appreciative of it now :’) there’s no way i could have finished this fic without the kind words and well wishes of my mutuals!!

(also - i included an easter egg in this fic from another one of my fics... i suppose that’s sort of the type of insight that fits for these things? the ballet louis and harry saw in new york was swan lake <3)

works like a charm ~

ooo i wrote this fic for my friend’s birthday!! she loves hp aus and slytherin hl so it was just a given that i write that for her. i was on a deadline - pretty sure i made the doc on september 4th, aka nine days before i posted - and i hadn’t had my full outline done when i started which is is... let’s just say very uncommon. 

this is another example of me going off outline and changing the story as i went because initially the estimation was about 12k and the basic plot was that after they’d fuck for the first time, they’d immediately talk about the past and resolve those misunderstandings. but when i got to that point, i realized it felt too rushed for how the story was progressing so i extended it a bit and added some more *tension* and *miscommunication* until they finally got their shit together!

also i feel like some would find louis’ blatant lies when interrogated about his feelings for harry to be unrealistic but as someone who has definitely done the exact same thing (lmao - without the happy ending), i find it a definite possibility. and i mean, we all say stuff we don’t mean under pressure - whether it’s to louis’ (and my) extent or not. 

another thing i remember about this fic was having to work out with sarah - who was also posting a fic for this friend’s birthday - posting times and dates. we eventually agreed that she’d post first and i’d post the day after (neither were the actual day of the birthday because we were both running late!) this is a conversation we proceeded to have many other times since we both have made habits of birthday fics and we pretty much have the same friends. 

all of this was also happening in sync with us writing a fic together for our other friend’s birthday which was on the 8th... yes it was exactly as chaotic and stressful as you’re thinking but also fun! and i love all three fics involved!! haha. 

just a flicker in the dark ~

okay this fic is definitely my favorite thing i’ve ever written and i’ve said that before many, many times but it’s true! but it too changed so much from the initial idea to the final end product. 

in fact, the original idea was a 20k somewhat-crack fic where harry was a ghost and louis was the paranormal investigator trying to get him to stop haunting this house. it was just supposed to be a quick and fun halloween fic to work on while finishing up my first blff and finally making head way on my abandoned second blff... obviously, that changed drastically. 

it initially started with me getting the idea of louis and harry being partners and enemies. and then i was thinking... why not throw exes on top of it while we’re there??? that was completely self-indulgent since exes to lovers is my favorite trope of all time. but the idea was still that they were paranormal investigators trying to work a case on a haunted house and though the estimated wc had raised to 35k, i was still hoping that it’d be quick and easy because i had two other projects that needed a lot of my attention. 

then came the first day of october. i woke up after having the craziest dream about louis and harry and the ghost that was not really a ghost. i ended up writing about 7k that thursday and the story really just took shape from there. the first sequence i wrote was actually the scene where louis goes into the backyard and ends up in the pocket dimension where the spirit imprints on him - i think it was a 3.5k scene and it just flew out of me sjksjsk. after that i took a small break to start my outline but it was more of a messy list of ideas and details and things i wanted to include than my usual organized format. the next scene i wrote that day was the scene where louis is in the bedroom and the demon is there but harry is not but then he is (i’m so good at describing things, right?) that’s actually one of my favorite scenes i’ve ever written and the funny thing is that i barely even knew all the details of the demon plot by this point but my hands just kept typing and my brain had the tendrils of the story forming and that amazing feeling that this is something good. 

i could ramble on forever about the process of writing this fic but i’ll just say that it’s the most fun i’ve ever had writing anything ever. word-building and supernatural elements are my favorite and getting to delve into those things here was so much fun! the entire process took twenty-five days (spanning from october 1st to october 28th - with a small three day break to focus on finishing miss wedding au!!) and though i did have some small struggles and moments of writer’s block, for the most part the story just came to me. and it’s so amazing to me because i didn’t even have all the details and facets of the plot until louis did too but it ended up working out??? if anything, it showed his process of figuring things out really well because it was the process of me figuring things out!

also this was the first time i heavily featured a fic pet in a fic and i fell as much in love with venus as everyone else did :’) she has my heart, truly <3 i love this world and these characters so so much and i hope to return to it sometime in the future!

sweet like honey ~

whooo, okay, this fic... yikes. this fic was a capital s Struggle. 

so basically this fic was written for the blff and though it came out first, it was the second prompt i signed up for, prompt 63: Friends to lovers AU where Harry and Louis are best friends and flatmates in Uni and they both need money, Harry for his gym membership and Louis for cute stuff like sanrio plushies, so they decide to film homemade porn videos together. Louis is shy and sweet and maybe inexperienced and Harry kinda doms him.

i remember the exact moment i saw the blff post on tumblr about it being allowed to sign up for another prompt from that point on - i was sitting at the counter at my friend’s ranch’s kitchen eating crepes and browsing on my phone. i saw the post and immediately signed up for this prompt because it had been my second choice and though i love love loved my first prompt so much, i was disappointed at not being able to write this one... but i did!

the idea and basic outline was actually completed way back in july/august but for some reason i just couldn’t make any actual progress on it for so long??? i’m pretty sure the document was stuck at 5k for over three months shsjksks to be fair, i did keep pushing it to the side in favor of other newer fics but i was just experiencing the biggest barrier when it came to this story and characters. 

in fact, i actually reached out to the mods in late october about a potential extension - they informed me that all writers could use a two week extension if needed and i figured that would be fine. however, i didn’t end up using it! within the first few days of november, i managed to pull the wc up to 8k by the skin of my teeth (was still majorly struggling) - i was still sure i’d need an extension but then something really awful but in this case, helpful, happened... 

election week. 

basically, i’m a big stress-writer. writing is what i do when i’m upset or anxious or stressed because it truly is my happy place. i wouldn’t say writing during that week made me feel much better about everything going on but it provided a distraction. so much though that i went from 8k to 24k in the span of a few days... and i have absolutely no recollection of writing any of it. 

not only did i not need any extension, i also somehow ended up finishing early by a few days. and i really liked what i had!! or what i remembered of it anyway shjskks.

one thing i remember really focusing on in terms of these characters and dynamic was having it actually just be them starting as friends and developing feelings later. i feel like a common trope in friends to lovers fics is having one or both of them with pre-existing feelings that they feel is unrequited. obviously there’s nothing wrong with that (i’ve written it myself lol) and it’s a common trope for a reason - because it’s good - but i wanted to try something a little different. them actually filming these videos is what acted as the catalyst to them beginning to view their relationship with new eyes and open the door to the eventual feelings that developed. 

i also had so much fun writing harry’s pov in this one haha. i feel like this version of him was really bold and shameless and super easy for me to develop. 

this is also the closest i’ve ever gotten to meeting my estimation word count... ever. my estimate was 32k and it ended up at 33k!!! and yes i’m more proud of that than i should be lol

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anyways, i pretty much just rambled but if anyone sees this and gets some good insight out of it, then yay! feel free to send more director’s cut inquiries!! i love doing them (even if it takes me weeks - sorry again!)

#asks #director's cut #msp #soop #wlac #jafitd #slh

[hawkthorneroyals]

SPOTTED: A ROYAL DINNER WITH 2 GEN ROYALS! PRINCE LOUIS AND MISS LEE CELEBRETING THEIR ENGAGEMENT TONIGHT.

Long time ago, a charming prince and a commoner patron of arts publicly announced their love inside the golded walls of the most coveted palace by all female subjects. And now they’re togheter and in love, looking to the future and organizing one of the most romantic wedding of the Hawkthorne dinasty.

While royal fans are eager to find out more about the details of the wedding, tabloids reported images of the two betrothed and some members of the Royal Family celebrating the event with a private dinner paid with Prince Louis’ private funds (denying the voice of the recent expenses of the two spouses which occurred at the expense of taxpayers). 

While couple’s friends were invited to the dinner, paparazzi decided to focus all their attention to the “stars” of the evening. First of all, Prince Louis and Miss Lee were seen very united and in love while they were going downstairs. Body language experts claimed that their deep love is also shown by their matching outfits: Miss Lee was wearing a stunning nude and black evening gown, while Prince Louis surprised everyone with his black and white outfit without a jacket and tie (things that never fail in the Prince’s wardrobe).

The next to arrive where Prince Louis’ younger sisters, Princess Frieda and Princess Norma. Royal watchers and body language experts immediately noticed the character differences of the two sisters: while Princess Frieda is very loyal to the court rules and follows her mother’s footsteps (also according to the dress code), Princess Norma is famous for being a rebel woman who continuously breaks the mold, starting from their stunning outfit (expecially that dark red gown she wore for the dinner which, according to the royal protocol,shows far too much skin) and ending with her wild red hair, that on this occasion "tamed" them by tying them with a smooth tail. 

At first glance these images convey joy and festivity, yet the paparazzi managed to find the negative aura of the evening. Crown Prince Albert also attended the engagement celebrations. However, subjects and royal fans immediately pointed the finger at the Crown Prince's health: he immediately seemed thinner and more neglected than the last public releases. Court insiders revealed that the “case Ortiz” resulting in media fury immediately stressed his nerves and the exit of the Queen Mother also undermined his self-coincidence. It is also rumored that there are strong tensions in the palace, expecially with Crown Prince Albert and his uncle, Prince Edward, Duke of Clefield, but these reports have not been confirmed or denied. 

Leaving the drama alone for a while, it seems that the two spouses and their parents and friends spent a pleasant evening. These are the last moments of freedom for Miss Lee, who will shortly be linked to a prince and an institution full of honors and burdens.

#ts4 #ts4 monarchy #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal simblr #ts4 legacy #ts4 royal legacy #royal family challenge #hawkthorne royals #sovoy legacy #gen 1

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Wed 28 Aug

Louis promo has truly begun and he won't stop til we surrender! Just take deep breaths, buckle in, and enjoy. Today we got pap pictures, Louis at Heathrow arriving, we're told, home from Ibiza. He was wearing a neon green shirt from a company (four fifteen AM) that does psychedelic themed limited edition streetwear and has some ties to Three Six Zero (Louis' US management), looking smirky and cocky as hell, that is the beautiful face of a man who is absolutely about to kill our minds! He was papped with Eleanor but no Oli, is it really promo season with no Oli? I'm sure we'll see him soon. Maybe he's busy organizing everything for the VIDEO SHOOT Louis is having on Friday! Today the call went out for a contest to be part of a video shooting this Fri in London- 50 randomly selected winners and their guests will be invited to.... Well we don't know what. Watch filming? Be in it? Attend a livestream of the new song like last time? We'll know soon!

Liam, who was also in Ibiza just now, posted pics thanking everyone for the early birthday wishes (in advance of tomorrow), a cute kid pic and a very grown up selfie (though not sure about the goggles there, not my favorite glasses I've seen you in.) The caption "always had both hands on the wheel" is truly so Liam and self aware, I am the most here for Liam's introspection and journey of finding himself, honestly. In response to the flood of best wishes he tweeted, "Thank you for trending my birthday, you guys are literally unreal so nice to feel the love." As for Ibiza.... were Lilo hanging out? Was Liam at Louis' house there? More to the point WERE THEY PLOTTING AND PRACTICING SOMETHING FOR MADRID? NGL I find the notion of hard working perfectionist Louis taking a vacation right before his first solo show ever a bit odd, but if he was working on something...

Speaking of Madrid, lots of confusion about the news that the festival would be televised. To be clear: there will not be any official livestream. There has not been an official announcement of it being televised. But in past years, there has been broadcast of the acts about a week after the festival, so there's expectation of that. Probably not the entire sets from the sounds of it, but at least some HQ footage and as Louis is the headliner, probably a lot of him if not all. So in conclusion, fantastic news but we're still definitely gonna need you lucky attendees to livestream and record! Pleeeasse!!

Meanwhile Harry posted a selfie (could be someone else but seems to be him) featuring a shirt of two little cartoon bears getting told off by their bear mama ("because I'm the mom that's why") to his ig story and immediately deleted. Most people think that he meant to post it to a 'close friends' list and messed up, and the speed of its removal certainly supports the idea, others think it was a promo gambit. It's pretty clear that he has a private social media life, and apparently it might include getting excited about goofy t shirts, well listen: I do not find that difficult to believe. Anyway if it was a private pregnancy announcement I hope he shares the news with us soon so we can congratulate him! #finally

Niall played the Omega European Masters Pro Am today and their photographer was very busy, very talented, and uh maybe had a bit of a Niall thirst situation going on? So anyway loads of great pictures from that! Niall also posted lots of content and bless him he's very talented too, at singing. JK! Also at providing funny content, thank you for that. More content from the day includes fan pics and pics of Niall in the same space as Anthony Mackie and various other celebs.

And as new songs are announced and we're about to be hit with new lyrics and content from every side, let's all take a moment to memorize each other's blog headers! Pour one out in advance for all of the URLs who are about to die forever, RIP

#Niall #Harry #Louis #Liam #28 Aug 19 #Harry Styles #Louis Tomlinson #Liam Payne #Niall Horan #Oli #mpreg #coca cola music experience #Eleanor #stunts #four fifteen am #kmm video #Liam in Ibiza #Lilo in Ibiza #Harry and the bears #RBB #sbb #omega niall #niall + golf #did anyone else read that as porno gambit?? every time i read past it... #suggestions #krillmymind louie whale blog #kmmmmmmmm #kmmmmmmmwhatchusay #louiskillmymind nice and simple i bet this one's taken already #ah nothing like writing a perfectly good post but knowing no one will like it cause fake girlfriend

[adoredontour]

every fic that left a lasting impression with me this year. sorted in order of when i read them!! 

buckle up lads, it’s a long one

nicotine by krisstylinson 32k

"We're two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we'd never date." Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

"Just because you can get me hard doesn't mean I like you," Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn't like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis' cock as he spoke. "You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?"

like candy in my veins by littlelouishiccups 31k @littlelouishiccups

Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for

worth dying for by whoknows

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Louis says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. In the center of the table, a set of three glossy photos stares up at him, mocking him.

“A security detail is non-negotiable, Louis, you know this,” his mum reminds him, tapping the middle photo with two fingers.

Louis doesn’t look back down at the pictures, gesturing towards them wildly, over-dramatically. “This is not a security detail!” he protests. “This is a lanky college student. In what world do you hire someone like this kid to protect me?”

damn your love, damn your lies by ifthat

“Of course you’d use your free time to go to the gym.”

“Your idea of the best way to spend your free time is annoying your neighbors,” he laughs, dimples carved into his cheeks like marble.

No, Louis likes to annoy Harry. Everyone else on this floor is just an unfortunate casualty.

“No one has complained except for you,” Louis informs him smartly. Which is actually a good thing. If someone other than Harry had complained to him long ago, he would have unfortunately had to stop.

you came into my life by disgruntledkittenface @disgruntledkittenface

When the Queer Eye cast and crew sweep into Louis’ small town and fire station to make over his best friend and coworker Liam, Louis’ carefully constructed walls start to fall down and he has to face his fears – and the only guy he’s ever been able to see a future with.

a thousand miles from comfort by littlelouishiccups 

In which Louis is a closeted gay actor and a recovering addict with a troubled past. Harry is the personal trainer who helps him get his life back in shape.

smaller than me by checkthemargins 

Harry's just finished his first year of uni on his way to becoming Dr. Harry Styles, Neurosurgeon. He's young, he has endless potential, three amazing best mates, a new love and the world at his fingertips. The fact that his new boyfriend may or may not be a sex-worker, of course, throws a wrench into the works. But it's not true. Really.

Probably.

It most definitely might not be entirely true. And that's all Harry needs to know.

escapade (i was late to the game shut up) by dolce_piccante

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

soft hands, fast feet, can’t lose by dolce_piccante

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

oh glory by alivingfire @alivingfire

Harry Styles is Team Great Britain's newest swimmer, and has spent his whole life training for this moment, a chance at the gold medal in the Rio 2016 Olympics. All his training, hard work, and dedication to no distractions is tested when he's assigned to the same Rio apartment as Louis Tomlinson, British gymnast and Harry's childhood crush.

it’s all brand new because of you by supernope

AKA, Louis starts a new job as a summer camp counselor at the local aquarium and Harry is a biologist who really likes teaching people about the ocean.

this wicked game by cherrystreet @cherrystreet

An AU in which The Bachelor is gay, Louis is a contestant, Harry is the bachelor, everyone drinks a lot of champagne, the entire world gets to watch them fall in love, and no one plays by the rules.

do not go gentle by afirethatcannotdie @afirethatcannotdie

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

to brim with fright by hereforlou @hereforlou

The only reason he’s here is because it’s tradition. And also, Harry said it’d be fun to make Liam wet himself in fear and Louis agreed. It’ll be hilarious. He’s not an insecure new transfer anymore, thank you very much. It took him no more than a week to insert himself into a group, to get invited to his first party, and to start crushing on someone—he’s not what anyone would call socially impaired. He doesn’t need validation.

have you coming back again by whoknows

It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.

Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.

He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.

i put a spell on you by bethaboo @bethaboolou

A BBC/Secret Santa mashup featuring Captain Niall, our intrepid weatherman/amateur matchmaker, rather clueless sports reporter Liam, charming political analyst Zayn, and cheeky entertainment reporter Louis. Harry is the new fashion correspondent who prefers to dress like a flamingo. And pining. There’s a lot of pining.

naked & proud by kiwikero 

In which Harry runs an organic store, not a nudist colony, and Louis doesn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

take me under the blue by objectlesson

Louis hasn’t even seen his legs yet. He doesn’t know how they work or how long they’ll be. Maybe they won’t suit the rest of Harry at all, and he’ll have to grow into them or something. It doesn’t matter; Louis has loved Harry for a year with scales, so he can’t imagine wonky legs putting a damper on his attraction.

He supposes he’ll just have to find out. In the meantime, he wonders how the fuck he got here, in his squelching wellies about to save the love of his life from the sea and take him to bed and bang him for the very first time.

It’s sort of a long story.

paint the sky with stars by kiwikero

the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

truth be told i never was yours by justfortommo

(or the one 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.) 

into the badlands

Louis is Q. Harry is a double-oh agent who thinks that making knock-knock jokes around foreign embassy delegates mid-mission is a good idea.

swim in the smoke by whoknows

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

resist everything except temptation by domesticharry @domestic-harry

The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.

pray till i go blind by el_em_en_oh_pee 

Louis is (kind of) a preacher. Harry is (probably) a demon. Of course, nothing's as simple as that.

This is not a love story.

(your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones by flimsy @flimsi

Harry goes as Louis' date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously.

i love your demons (like devils can) by ariadne_odair

Harry didn’t plan to join the football team. She didn’t plan to sleep with the captain of the football team. She definitely didn’t plan to sleep with the closeted captain of the football team, who promptly acted as if nothing happened and left Harry a pathetic, pining mess.

alien roadtrip! by helloamhere @helloamhere

roadtrip with desert feelings, too much snack food, and empty motels. Harry is definitely absolutely not an alien. That would be ridiculous.

treat mothman with kindness by flowercrownfemme @lesbianiconharrystyles

In which Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn are amateur cryptozoologists and Harry is the creature they find in the woods of a small north-western town. ft. lots of glitter and shrieking and a whole shed full of lesbian cats.

just me, you, and this box of matches by tomlinsunshine

Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.

close to nowhere by angelichl @angelichl

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting. 

magical soup by gloria_andrews

Slytherin prefect Louis Tomlinson's seventh year at Hogwarts takes an immediate turn for the worse when he's made to be potions partners with Harry Styles, Hufflepuff's resident heartthrob and class clown. Louis has always considered Styles to be a terrible show-off who coasts by on his charm and good looks, but the more they work together, the more he questions that idea. As term goes on, will Louis be able to admit to himself that he might actually like Harry Styles after all... and maybe, just maybe, as more than a friend?

sainted taints and velvet vices by toomanytears

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they're forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

run like the devil by benzos

Supernatural AU. Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

be with me so happily by briamaria

[aka Louis is the director of the Styles Elephant Sanctuary and really doesn't want to babysit his funder's spoiled lay-about son for two months]

come together by bottomlinsons @bottomlinsons

Harry and Louis slept together three weeks ago, and haven't talked.

Their coming group project is gonna change that.

what this world is about by isntrio @bloubird

An eighties American high school AU; there are first times, football games, and feelings.

Alternatively titled: the beginning.

once upon a dream by thedeathchamber

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

aka. the Medium/Criminal Minds-inspired AU no one ever asked for.

led by your beating heart by missandrogyny @missandrogyny

(Or: AU where Harry's in One Direction, Louis isn't, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete'.)

forever and always by jacaranda_bloom @jacaranda-bloom (again, thank you!!!!!!!)

OR the one where Harry’s neighbour is a crotchety old witch who hates vampires, Niall is the unsuspecting human who ends up inhabiting Harry’s body, and Louis is the caseworker who is assigned to swap them back. How it ends up a love story is anyone’s guess.

sail your sea, meet your storm by kiwikero

The strangers to enemies to friends to pining to lovers fic where Louis is cynical, Harry is charming, and they have seven days to get their shit together.

tangled up in you by missandrogyny

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

i’d burn this city down to show you the light by you_explode 

Harry's a sheltered rich kid and Louis's a punk with a heart of gold. They meet when Louis breaks into Harry's house, Harry obtains an instant and all-encompassing crush, and they spend the summer falling into a whirlwind romance.

sail your sea, meet your storm by kiwikero

Louis is thirty, single, and a bit of a workaholic. He's happy with his life, but then his mother decides to buy him tickets for a Singles Cruise. Appalled that his family thinks he can't handle his own love life, he steps aboard the ship determined to have a terrible time.

That is, of course, until a persistent brunet keeps offering him drinks.

The strangers to enemies to friends to pining to lovers fic where Louis is cynical, Harry is charming, and they have seven days to get their shit together.

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.

remember you well by fondleeds @fondleeds

“Um,” Harry starts. He looks out of place. Louis can’t really believe he’s seeing Harry like this, so unsettled, so unlike himself. He holds out his hands. “Should we–. Should I, um. Did you wanna, like, cuff me to the bed or something?”

Louis raises his eyebrows. “I don’t know. Do I need to?”

i love you most by stylinsoncity

friends with benefits has always been enough for louis. until, of course, it isn't.

ready to fall by whoknows

“Ninety and rising,” Nick says triumphantly, as though making Harry’s heartbeat pick up by thrusting an obscenely attractive person in front of his face is any kind of success. “Louis Tomlinson has just walked into our control room and suddenly our dear Harry Styles has lost all ability to speak. Could this be some kind of strange coincidence?”

“I hate you,” Harry hisses, forcing his eyes back into Nick’s direction, uncaring that the mic must have picked it up. “I thought we agreed that you were going to play fair.”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Nick denies, except he’s holding up a picture of Louis’ face now, sharp cheekbones prominent, soft lashes nearly sweeping against his cheeks as he looks down, and his fucking mouth –

“A hundred and two!” Nick crows, all but clapping his hands together in glee. “The highest it’s ever been!”

“To be fair, I did bend over the desk on purpose,” Louis’ voice comes crackling in the headphones. Harry practically breaks his neck whipping his head around at the sound of it, gaping at him through the glass panel. ���You can’t really blame him for getting a little excited about that, can you?”

#rec