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Captured Moments Pt. 8

A/N: You are an artist given the chance to work with BigHit Ent. as their Creative Art Director. Getting to spend time with BTS, you form a friendship with them. But With Namjoon, could it grow into something more?

Characters: Namjoon x Artist!Reader

Warnings: Virgin Namjoon (a definite warning), virgin reader, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, (by all means put a sock on it y’all), fluff, language (just a bit) soft Namjoon, smut!!! Its about time, okay?

Word Count: 4158

oofffffff!!! cr to gif owner (thank you for this masterpiece)

Namjoon was missing you terribly throughout the day. He knew what you had planned, but he still wanted you with him. After this morning, he knew, deep down inside, that he was falling for you. He wanted to be with you alone and just take you in. He knew he was walking a fine line by being alone with you outside of work, but he didn’t really care at that moment.

He was sitting on the dorm’s couch, reading the book you had given him, when he heard the doorknob turning. He leapt to his feet and ran to the door, swinging it open to see you and Yoongi standing there. He pulled you inside, not caring what Yoongi did. He crashed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Your head swam as he delved his tongue past your parted lips. He needed to connect with you and this was the only way he knew how to get as close as possible without giving anyone an indecent show. Breaking the kiss, you leaned back to gaze upon him. “I missed you too.” you smiled at his shy smile. Yoongi was no longer around and you took the chance to kiss him again. You spent the rest of the day in Namjoon’s company, just relaxing and talking about everything under the sun. Of course there were the stolen kisses and the feeling of hands caressing backs and faces.

The next few weeks were a test of your resolve to maintain normalcy at work between you and Namjoon. The encounters were getting riskier with each day. A stolen kiss here, a hug that lasted almost to long there, you were both lucky that your studios were on higher floors with less people. By your third month, you and Namjoon has a fairly established relationship when you were with the other members. You were spending more time with them, joining them for interviews so you could sketch out little drawing of behind the scenes, going to some of their concerts to photograph behind the scenes pictures and give your opinion on set production. Your closeness to them, and especially Namjoon, was considered nothing more than a strong friendship on mutual grounds of art and music. You had taken a break on the remainder of the scenes in order to travel with them. When their next small break came, you would wrap them up in time for them to take a much needed breather.

Friday night came, and you were exhausted. You had been asked to help with a few set designs for some of the other groups, and being who you were, you accepted the offer. Earlier that week, Hoseok had mentioned getting together at the dorm for a nice dinner. When the time came, you were excited to try another one of Jin’s delicious meals. You knocked on the door, leaning on the frame and closing your eyes briefly. The door opened partially, but behind it you only noticed faint lighting. “Welcome jagi, come on in.” Namjoon came to like calling you that when it was just the two of you. You loved the sound of it falling off his lips. You stepped inside, curious as to why no one else was there.

“Where is everyone? I thought we were having dinner with them tonight?” You could sense a tension in the air, and it was beginning to worry you a bit.

“They made other plans. It’s just you and me, is that okay?” You eagerly nodded yes and kissed Namjoon’s cheek.

“When will they be back?” you asked as you set your bag by the door and took off your shoes.

“Not sure” he responded, a hesitancy in his voice.

“Oh, okay. At least we get to enjoy some alone time.” You followed him to the table which was already set. There were candles, wine opened and being allowed to breath, and a bouquet of flowers in the center. “Joonie? What is all this?” you motioned at the table. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist.

“I just wanted to treat you to something nice. You’ve been so busy lately and I wanted to have a relaxing dinner and enjoy your company.” He kissed the top of your head before pulling your seat out for you. Over the meal, which was absolutely divine, you told him about what you had been working on. He hung on every word, nodding here and there as you talked.

After your bellies were full, you joined him on the couch, music playing in the background while you snuggled into his arms. “Thank you for tonight, it was wonderful.” You planted a kiss to his jaw, letting your lips trail a path to his. Initially, it was soft and brief. That was, until he reached over and pulled you onto his lap. His fingers dug into your hips, stilling you from any movement. Your breaths quickened and your heart raced. You had to admit you pictured this several times, but to actually have it happen caught you off guard. Your hands went to his shoulders to keep yourself from falling onto him. His breath hitched in his throat as you leaned in, nuzzling his ear and down his neck. He smelled heavenly. The white shirt he wore was unbuttoned halfway and hung loosely on his frame. You could see the tanned skin beneath in stark contrast to the bright white of the shirt. His pants hung low on his hips, accentuating them. He looked and smelled like a dream. When he couldn’t take your tantalizing touches any longer, he pushed you back on his thighs.

“Did I do something wrong?” you looked at him, your eyes heavy with need and want. “No, jagi, nothing wrong at all. But I must admit, what you were doing was driving me crazy. Y/N, I need to tell you something.”

You sat up, your heart skipping a beat at his words. “Okay?” you took a deep breath, waiting for him to either let you down nicely or just break your heart right then and there. He closed his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts. When he opened them, he studied your face before proceeding.

“I love spending time with you. Every second is fascinating and I can’t seem to get enough. Over these past few months I have found myself being drawn to you like the darkness searching for light. When I’m with you, I feel whole. I want to tell you that I love you, but even the words don’t seem to do it justice. It goes beyond that. It’s like I want to show you because words would never be fitting.”

You had almost told him, on many occasions, that you were in love with him. You were not sure of when it happened, but one day, you looked at him and you just knew. It was mind blowing that you could fall for someone so fast and so hard in such a short amount of time. But that was the thing, when you were with him, it felt like you had been together all your lives. He knew you and could read you like a well read book. To hear him tell you he felt the same way, had your inner self screaming with joy.

“I love you too, Joonie.” you muttered in his ear. The sigh he let out told you he had been holding his breath. He cupped your face in his hands, bring your lips to his. It was hesitant, cautious, as you let him take the lead. His hands roamed over your thighs that were on either side of his. His fingers inched your skirt up higher, exposing your bare skin to his heated touch.You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips forward. Nails dug into your thighs as he stopped your movements.

“If you keep that up, I don’t know if I will be able to stop myself” he whispered against your kiss bruised lips.

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” the reply was full of honest truth. You didn’t want him to stop. You wanted as much of him as he was willing to share with you. You had never been with anyone intimately, but somehow you knew that you wanted to be with him.

Namjoon was trying hard to restrain his desires. He wanted you, needed you, in a way that he couldn’t explain. He had promised himself that he would wait for the One, the person that completed him. He didn’t know if that would be until marriage or not, but one thing was for sure, you were that One person. Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt blindly, trembling slightly as you undid the rest. Pushing it off his shoulders, you took time to drink him in. His honey kissed caramel skin was smooth and hot under your cool fingers. He looked like a sculpture, carved in marble, that Michaelangelo shaped with expert hands. His abs were tight and twitched when your ran your hand over them. You inhaled sharply when his hands come close to the dip between your thighs and hips. His mouth was on your neck, sucking tenderly at the sensitive spot of your collarbone.

“Want you,Joon. Please.” you words came out breathless and pointed as your head fell back to grant him access to your neck. Lifting himself off the back of the couch, you removed his shirt, his strong arms snaking around you to hold you tightly to him. It was as if feeling your body on his grounded him. You were all he needed, all he wanted. Grabbing up the hem of your top, he lifted it over your head, leaving you exposed to him. Your breast were barely covered by a simple pink lace bralette, the rise and fall of your breaths a rhythmic motion that was hypnotizing. With a hedge of trepidation, he let one of his hands brush over the thin fabric, reveling in how your body reacted of its own accord. Your chest was flushed, the heat burning his lips as he kissed you just above the lacy fabric. When he heard your plea, he was not going to deny you what you asked for. He knew that he didn’t want it to be rushed and didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Holding your legs, he leaned forward and wrapped them around his waist. You held on to his neck as he rose up from the couch. With only candlelight to light his path, he carried you to his bedroom, closing the door with a push of his foot. He lowered you to the bed, never taking his sight off of you.

You wanted to give him every part of your heart and soul. A still quiet voice of fear could be heard in the back of your mind. What if he was experienced? What if you were not good enough? What if he didn’t want you, knowing you were still a virgin. He sensed your change in demeanor, brushing a stray strand of hair from covering your eyes. “Jagi, what’s wrong baby?” his tone was filled with concern and worry.

“I- I’m not experienced, Joonie.” you managed to get out. He smiled at you and kissed the tip of your nose.

“Love, it’s okay. Actually. Well, I am too. I was hoping I wouldn’t disappoint you, but.” His thoughts trailed off as you pulled him into a fevered kiss. All your nerves melted when you heard him admit his own virginity to you.

“If you want to stop, just tell me. I will wait for you.” he said between kisses to your neck and jawline.

“I don’t want to stop, Joon. I want to be with you, if you will have me.” He had no use for words as he kissed down your neck, then on the swell of your breasts as his fingers hooked under the straps of your bra. Pulling then down over your shoulders, he left you exposed and bared for his eyes only. His lips found your hardened bud, lightly running his warm wet tongue around it before taking it in his mouth. Your back lifted off the bed, arching as shivers ran down your spine. Never had you felt something so deeply. His free hand lavished your other breast with delicate pinches and gentle kneading. You hand found purchase in his thick hair, your nails scratching at his scalp. His continued to lay open mouthed kisses down the valley of your breast and onto your stomach. He took the waistband of your skirt and slid it effortless over your hips. Your other hand reached between your bodies, fumbling for the button of his pants. Once he had you stripped to nothing but your bra and panties, he sat up on his knees, helping you undo his pants. Standing for just a second, you watched in awe as he slipped them down over his hips. He was a masterpiece. His muscular thighs stretched his skin taut, his pupils blown with lust as he raked his eyes over you. You were a sight to behold, laid out below him, willing and ready for him to claim you as his.

“You are so beautiful Y/N. How did I get so lucky to find you?” he wondered out loud.

Your stomach was turning flips as you watched him. You weren’t sure what to expect. You had heard your friends talk about their first time. With the stories you heard, you were a bit afraid if it would hurt or not. Even if it did, you thought, he would be worth it. Sharing in this most intimate moment with the man you loved, would be worth a fleeting physical feeling. He didn’t want to hurt you, so he took his time, making sure you were relaxed and at ease. First he kissed your inner thigh as he settled himself between your thighs. Your legs felt like jello, shaking in anticipation. His nails ran up your legs, gathering the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips off the mattress as he pulled the over your curves and down your legs. Reaching behind you, he undid the hooks of your bra, sliding it off your arms and to the side of the bed. His hand then trailed down over bare skin, watching your face for any change in expression. Your eyes closed as you let your senses take over. You could hear his breaths coming shallow and fast, you could smell the electricity in the air, you could still taste him on your tongue, and most of all you could feel everywhere he touched you.

His hand found your now dripping core. Slipping a finger between your wet folds, you moaned as you dug fingers into his biceps. "Joon" his name drew out from your lips in a sigh. Finding your clit with ease, he teased the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your moans grew louder, his mouth claiming yours as he felt you writhe under him.

"Y/N, can I make love to you?" He didn't need to ask, but your heart soared at his question.

"Please, there's nothing I want more." With your permission, he lifted himself off you just enough to slide his boxers off. "Just tell me if it hurts, and we can stop." You nodded in assent, your nerves tingling and heart racing.

Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he gave a few slow languid strokes before lining himself up with your entrance. Taking his time, he forced himself not to rush, not to become overwhelmed by the feeling of your walls stretching and closing around him. You could feel the sting of your body opening up to him.

"Just keep looking at me, baby. Breathe and focus on me." You exhaled, your muscles relaxing with each breath. At last, he was fully sheathed within you. Tears pricked at your eyes, and Namjoon kissed them away. He was already so close, the feel of you tightening around him, almost too much to handle.

"Please, Joon, please move." you begged. You held on to him as if your life depended on it. At first his hips rolled into you slow and easy. As you adjusted to his girth, you began meeting him thrust for thrust. The pace builds as you both near your orgasms. "I can't hold out jagi. I'm close" he groaned as he felt you clench around his cock.

"Don't- don't stop. Right. There. I'm coming! Fuck, Joon!" His name fell from your lips like a siren's song. His release followed yours, both of you crashing over the apex of your highs together. He let his weight fall on his forearms, supporting himself. He buried his head in your neck.

"I'm sorry Y/N” his muffled voice tearing at your heart.

"Sorry? For what?" You held him, pulling his weight onto you.

"That I couldn't last. But you felt so damn good, I just, it just felt too good." You kissed his temple lovingly.

"Joonie, babe, it was amazing. It was perfect. Lifting his head, he looked into your eyes.

"I love you Y/N." With your lips pressed to his you spoke.

"I love you too. Trust me, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I promise." He rolled to his side, taking you with him. Your head rested in the crook of his arm, his rapidly beating heart beating back into a steady rhythm. With legs intertwined, you drifted off to sleep, his fingers tracing small circles along your spine.

You woke up sometime during the night, the weight of Namjoon's arm across your waist. You felt a delicious ache low in your belly and the memory of your first time flooded your thoughts. He was so patient, so tender, and you knew that he was embarrassed by his lack of duration. You moved your head up, kissing along his jaw. Already there was a need growing inside you, a need to have him inside you again.

"Joonie" you cooed in his ear, “baby wake up." He stirred, turning over to face you.

"Everything okay?" his voice thick with sleep.

"It could be." You kissed his jaw, then traced feather light kisses down his neck. A low growl came from deep in his chest. You continued your actions, letting your tongue lick at his salty skin across his chest. Your fingers found his half hard cock, and you took it in your grasp. With long gentle strokes, you felt him growing harder in your hand. You continued pumping him up and down, his hips bucking up to thrust himself into your hand. Lifting the covers you dipped your head, let him slip into your mouth. It was wet, warm and inviting. Your head bobbed up and down, in synch with your stroking motions. You let your cheeks hollow as you took him as far back as you could. His hands fisted in your hair, guiding your movements.

"Shit baby! That's it. Don't stop." He was pleading and it drove you on, your pace quickened as he thrust his hips up and off the bed. "R-right there. Damn your mouth is amazing!" His groans were getting louder, and you hummed around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure throughout him.

You needed to have him inside you, desperately. Your thighs clenched around emptiness, the desire to be filled driving you mad. You came off him with a wet pop, his body tensing at the loss of contact. Swinging your leg over him, you let your folds cover his length, your juices slicking him as you rocked your hips back and forth. When you couldn't take the sweet torture any more, you reached between your bodies and lined the head up with your aching core. You lowered yourself onto him, letting the pleasure take you over. There was no discomfort this time, only utter bliss and you let him fill you to the hilt.

He held your waist, moving you at an agonizing pace. You could feel him sliding in and out of you, only to buck into you with more force than the last. Your naked booty was on full display, and his hands cupped both of your breasts as you bounced up and down on his cock. When he was on the verge of coming undone, he lifted you off of him, bringing you over onto your back. Raising one of your legs to hook around his waist, he slid effortlessly into you with a single thrust. His thumb pressed into your clit, massaging it as he pumped into you harder and faster. He wanted to be deeper within you, his need quickening as he brought your leg up and over his shoulder. The head brushed over your sweet spot again and again. The only sounds filling the room were your muffled moans, the slapping of sweat glistened skin on skin, and your screams as you begged for more. He swallowed your screams as he kissed you passionately.

You could feel the heat as it grew, starting low in your gut then spreading through every fiber in your body. Sensing your encroaching release, Namjoon took control. "Hold on baby, just let it build. Wait for me." Digging your nails into his arms, you gave in to the feelings that washed over you. He was getting near his own release, his pace faltering as he spilled his seed into you. The pulsing and twitching of his cock insider you had you coming hard, clenching and gripping him tightly. Your eyes shut tightly, flashes of white filling the darkness behind your lids. Sweat fell from his brow, landing on your chest. He collapsed beside you, panting as he tried to catch his breath. As much as you tried, you couldn't move. Your legs quivered, your body still buzzing from the high. Reaching beneath the bed, Namjoon grabbed a long discarded shirt and gently cleaned you up. "If it's always going to be this earth shattering, I don't think we'll ever get enough of each other" he breathed out. You giggled curling yourself around him.

"I agree. I'm glad I waited for this, to be with you." Blissed out and sated, you fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

The morning came all too early, and you grumbled as you searched for the offending sound of his alarm. "Morning beautiful" he said groggily.

"Beautiful? I bet I look horrid."

"You could never look horrid, especially with that glow you have right now." He planted a kiss to your cheek, then got out of bed. You stared at his naked body and instantly your body cried out for more. Reluctantly you followed suit, grabbing one of his shirts and slipping it on. "You look good in my clothes" he told you as he looked you up and down. After getting dressed, you both headed out of his room. A blush settled in your cheeks. You both walked out into the living room and you were hyper aware of six sets of eyes looking at you, a knowing smirk on their faces.

"Good morning you two. Have a good night?" You could hear the humor in Jungkook's voice and you hid your face from his gaze.

"From the looks of it, I would say they had a great night." You heard Yoongi grimace as Jin hit him in the arm. "That's enough you two, leave them alone. Let them be happy."

"Thank you Jin."

Apart from the initial banter, the morning went on as usual. While you ate, they talked about their upcoming tour. Dread set in your gut. You knew that eventually they would be leaving for a tour, but just not as soon as you confessed your feelings for each other. Not right after you shared the most intimate connection two people could experience together. Sensing the change in you, Namjoon leaned over to you. "We won’t be gone for long, and we still have plenty of time to spend together before we leave."

"I know, I knew this was coming, just not so soon." You finished eating as they continued to talk amongst themselves. Thankfully it was Saturday and you all could ease into the day. You played games with Jin, Jimin and Jungkook while Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon worked in his studio. Taehyung went shopping, as usual.

"I really need to get home." You quipped after another round of getting stomped in Overlord for the umpteenth time. "Ahhhhh! Come on! One more game?" Jungkook whined.

"Stay one more night, Y/N. It's nice having a female around to keep us in line. Please?" You chuckled at Jimin's puppy eyes, pretending to think their offer over.

"Fine. One more night, then I have to get home. I have so much to catch up on."

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Enchantments

DaiSuga Week Day Two: Magic or Space Rating: G Summary: The windows of the shop on the corner were always dark whenever Koushi walked by on his way to and from work. It left Koushi with a burning curiosity that begged to be sated. ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1147255

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The windows of the shop on the corner were always dark whenever Koushi walked by on his way to and from work. The sign always read "Open," but the shop itself always gave off the vibe of being closed. It wasn't that there was a distinctly hostile aura to the shop, but something about it seemed… unwelcoming. For what should have been a friendly looking building, something about it deeply unsettled Koushi.

The shop itself was wooden- and mint green in color, the soft green paint chipping at random to reveal flecks of faded canary yellow. The trimmings of the building were painted the color of wisteria, and seemed to be more recently painted than the walls. There were no visible signs to indicate the exact nature and wares of the shop; the only sign Koushi could see was the nondescript "Open" sign in the window of the front door. Said door was painted jet black, the lone patch of void among the soft green and purple. It was this contradiction that both intrigued Koushi and kept him at bay.

Something else that bothered Koushi was the fact that he had never seen an employee in the store. Sure, it was difficult to see into the dim store without pressing one's face against the glass, but Koushi had also never seen anyone sweep the front steps or the sidewalk immediately outside the shop. The space around the corner shop was always pristine, almost supernaturally so. Whenever Koushi got close enough, he could see that the shelves in the windows were dust free and the multicolored bottles on the shelves were in perfectly arranged rows. The shop was perfect, immaculate. The only sign of wear was the chipped paint on the building. It looked as though the shop on the corner had materialized out of thin air, as if someone had ripped it straight from a painting. It left Koushi with a burning curiosity that begged to be sated.

But in order to do that, Koushi would have to work up the courage to actually enter the shop.

Which was easier said than done, in Koushi's humble opinion.

Every day there was a new excuse to not satisfy his curiosity. Koushi was running late to work, a traditional media art teacher at the local community college. Conversely, Koushi had a long day at work and was in no mood to stop on his way home. Then there was the nagging suspicion that the door would in fact be locked if Koushi tugged on the door. That had been the closest Koushi had come to actually entering the shop. He had almost put his hand on the handle and then chickened out. The list of excuses was near endless.

One of these days Koushi would do it. He promised himself that every day for three months. One day he would step up to the void-like door and step inside. One day.

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Late October bled into November, the air crisp with rapidly approaching winter. Koushi had bundled himself up in his warmest scarf and mittens as he braved the chill, one mittened hand wrapped tightly around a travel mug of coffee. He kept his chin tucked into his scarf as the November 1st wind tugged at his hair and bit his cheeks. As such, Koushi's field of vision was limited and he failed to notice someone step into his path as he rounded the corner. Koushi collided with this very solid someone and stumbled backwards, his coffee flying as he fell to the sidewalk. Strong arms darted out, wrapping around Koushi and preventing him from fully making contact with the ground. Koushi barely registered the sounds of broom and travel mug clattering to the pavement, as lost in deep, dark brown eyes as he was.

'This,' Koushi thought to himself, 'is what it must be like to be enchanted.'

"I am so sorry," a deep voice cut through the fog of Koushi's mind. "I should have waited until you passed by the step outside."

Reality snapped back to Koushi. He focused, finding himself cradled in the muscular arms of a demigod with a square jaw and crew cut black hair that disappeared under a black and orange beanie. A demigod who was currently holding him like they were on the cover of a supermarket romance novel. Under normal circumstances, the bitter November wind that was biting his exposed face would have rendered Koushi's cheeks numb, but the heat of his flushed face kept the cold at bay. The other man seemed to realize the position they were in and, while having the grace to show some embarrassment, righted the pair. It was then that Koushi realized that they were standing outside the mint green corner store with the door made of void. That was one mystery solved; someone, in fact, worked in the store.

The man removed his arms from around Koushi and Koushi found himself missing their warmth already. He did his best not to pout as he stooped to pick up his now empty travel mug.

"I'm sorry about your coffee," the man was saying, rubbing the back of his neck. "I have some more inside the shop if you'd like to come get it topped off."

Nothing sounded more appealing to Koushi in his entire life, however…

"I really couldn't impose," Koushi replied. Yes, good. He could still talk. Score one for Koushi.

"It'd really be no trouble at all," the man insisted. "I'm the one who made you drop your coffee, after all. Follow me."

The man stooped down to pick up the fallen broom, giving Koushi an uninterrupted few seconds of bliss before standing upright. He gestured for Koushi to follow and made his way towards the jet black door with its nondescript "Open" sign. He pushed the door open, holding it open for Koushi. Handsome and a gentleman; Koushi would have to remember that one. Koushi climbed the stairs to the doorway, pausing at the threshold. It was odd, standing at the edge of the unknown. Koushi had spent months wanting to know what was on the other side of the void-like door, and now here he was.

'Now or never, Koushi,' he thought as he stepped, at long last, into the space that had occupied his mind for months.

The interior of the shop was as dim as it had appeared from the outside, but somehow was more cluttered than it appeared at passing glance. Tall display cases filled with bottles, crystals, and plants were tucked intermittently between towering bookcases overflowing with ancient tomes. Koushi could see a box of tightly rolled scrolls standing next to a display of candles and incense, one of which had been lit and was filling the space with petrichor. Taking all of this in, Koushi realized the contrast between the space Koushi was observing and the outside of the building did nothing to satisfy Koushi's curiosity.

The cramped shop interior quickly grew stifling and Koushi felt the pressing need to remove his outer layers. A disheveled black cat lounged on the counter, goldenrod eyes cracking open to observe Koushi as he unwrapped the scarf from around his neck. He rose, stretching and yawning as he went; he reminded Koushi of a Western cartoon cat, one that would be posed dramatically on the end of a broomstick.

"Look alive Kuroo, we have a guest," the man said, brushing past Koushi. The action sent a jolt through Koushi, as if a static charge had zapped him. Static zaps weren't supposed to leave a tingling feeling after the fact, were they?

"You named your cat Kuroo?" Koushi asked, eyeing the cat. Kuroo the cat gave him a smug look in return.

The man patted the cat on the counter before opening a door to what Koushi guessed was the break room. "No, I didn't name him, he came with that name."

"I see," Koushi murmured, walking into the break room. The carpet was the same forest green that the rest of the store had with intricate patterns sprawling like ivy across the floor. The cabinets and counter top were some kind of dark wood that Koushi couldn't name if he tried, but he did think that they matched nicely with the rest of the room. It took Koushi a minute to realize, however, that he hadn't told the man his name and was now just silently gawking at his interior design. "Ah, sorry, I never introduced myself. I'm Sugawara Koushi."

"Nice to meet you Sugawara-san," the man replied as he followed Koushi inside.

"My friends call me Suga. And you are?"

"Sawamura Daichi. I own the shop," the man—Daichi—said.

"Pleasure to meet you Sawamura-san."

Daichi grinned, "My friends call me Daichi."

Polite, handsome, and witty. Who was this man?

Daichi turned from Koushi and stepped up to coffee maker tucked into the corner of a nearby counter. He pulled the carafe from the hot plate and motioned for Koushi to hand him the travel mug. Koushi passed it off to Daichi, watching as he filled it.

"There's cream in the mini fridge and sugar on the counter if you'd like some," Daichi told Koushi as he passed the mug back to him

"If you don't mind me asking," Koushi began, stirring the cream and sugar into his coffee, "why don't you have any signs? I imagine it's hard to do business if no one knows what you sell, never mind knowing how to find your shop."

Daichi let out a low chuckle, a deep rumble that made Koushi's heart squeeze; he willed the blush to stay off his face. "I suppose that's a fair question to have," Daichi admitted. "It's never been a problem. My customers always know how to find me if they need me."

Cryptic. Nice.

"Is there a high demand for New Age… stuff?" Koushi asked.

"New Age is one way to put it I guess," Daichi said. "Not the way I'd put it, but that is a way to put it."

So he was one of those people. That definitely dropped Daichi a few hotness points.

"So how would you put it then?" Koushi pressed.

Daichi didn't answer right away, opting to bite his lip and squint in contemplation. Koushi took a sip of the coffee while he waited, marveling at the taste. It was hazelnut, but there was another taste there that Koushi just couldn't place. He glanced around to room, his eyes landing on a clock on one of the walls. He cursed to himself when he realized the time.

"I really should be going, I have classes to teach today," Koushi said.

"You're a teacher?" Daichi asked, escorting Koushi back through the door.

"I'm an art teacher at the local community college," Koushi explained. "And I am very late at this point."

"Before you go, I want you to take this with you," Daichi said, grabbing something from a nearby display case. Daichi stepped forward and pressed it into Koushi's hand.

Koushi eyed the item in his hand, a crystal on a plain silver chain. There was nothing special about the chain, but the crystal caught Koushi's eye. The crystal itself was a bright blue that seemed to glow when Koushi held it up to the light. The crystal was cube shaped, the surface smooth to the touch, Koushi's finger gliding over it with no resistance. "How much is it?" Koushi found himself asking in a voice barely above a whisper.

"For you, free," Daichi said.

That startled Koushi a bit. His eyes snapped from the crystal to Daichi, wide with surprise. "I couldn't," he started, but Daichi held up a hand to stop him.

"Consider it a gift," Daichi said, "for finally stopping in."

Koushi could feel his face turn scarlet; so, Daichi had seen him lurking. For months. Fuck.

Daichi continued, "And I do hope you stop in again sometime. I'd like to get to know you better."

Koushi's fingers curled over the necklace as he nodded. Daichi flashed him a wide smile in response.

"That's a blue fluorite crystal," Daichi explained. "It represents the highest state of mental achievement, boosting aptitude and discernment, the absorption of new information, and helping one work through complex issues."

"That sounded like an encyclopedia entry," Koushi murmured.

"Yeah, I suppose it does," Daichi agreed. "It's supposed to boost mental processes. I figured if you're a teacher, it might be helpful."

Koushi smiled gently at Daichi, "Thank you Daichi, that's really kind of you."

"You're welcome Suga," Daichi said. "Now, I believe you have a class to get to…?"

Koushi swore loudly, spinning around and running to the door. He gripped the handle, then remembered his manners. He turned back to a very amused Daichi and said, "Thanks again Daichi. For the crystal and the coffee." Not waiting for a response, Suga tugged the door open and sprinted outside. Hours later, after a long day of classes, Koushi would remember the necklace Daichi had given him. He would pull the crystal out of his pocket and smile at the memory of the man in the shop with the strong arms and the warm smile.

***

Koushi found himself returning to the shop often, fluorite necklace around his neck. If he didn't have time to stop in during the morning before class, he'd visit on his way home. Daichi was always present, either on the front walk or behind the counter when Koushi arrived. He would flash Koushi the same smile every time, making Koushi's insides flutter like so many cliché butterflies. Even if Daichi was assisting another customer, he would smile at Koushi before returning to work. That smile, Koushi would admit, was quickly becoming the best part of Koushi's day.

During his visits, Koushi learned that there was another employee at the shop: a tall, almost feline-like man named Kuroo Tetsurou. The first time Koushi met him, he commented that he had the same name as the store cat and received a loud, donkey bray of a laugh in response. Still, he was friendly enough and he and Koushi became fast friends. Daichi quickly learned that Koushi had a quick wit and a sharp tongue, and that, when in the presence of Tetsurou, it only got worse.

Koushi also learned that Kuroo the cat liked to come and go as he pleased and would not always be at the shop. Tetsurou explained that he and the cat didn't get along, and that whenever he was around the cat would vanish. Which was a shame in Tetsurou's eyes, because he loved cats. But on the days that Tetsurou had off, Kuroo the cat would be there to follow Koushi around the shop. He took to sitting on Koushi's shoulder as he browsed the tomes Daichi kept stocked, batting at the stray piece of silver hair that Koushi could never tame.

"You look like a regular witch," Daichi commented one day after Kuroo had scaled Koushi's arm to sit on his shoulder.

One mystery Koushi still hadn't solved was the nature of the shop. Koushi was convinced that the shop was a New Age medicine shop, but Daichi claimed it wasn't. Well, he said that Koushi wasn't entirely wrong, but he wouldn't elaborate further.

"You have a lot of books on medicinal herbs," Koushi commented one Saturday. He was sitting on the floor with a book on the floor and Kuroo the cat on his lap. "Are you sure you're not the owner of a medicine shop?"

"I'm sure Suga," Daichi called from the back room.

"So what kind of shop is this then?" Suga asked. He looked up at the only other customer in the store, a giant of a man that Koushi knew as Asahi. Koushi made a face at Asahi as a means of saying, "Back me up here", but Asahi merely shook his head and turned away. Koushi made a different face at Asahi's back before returning his attention to Daichi. "I've been coming here for about two months now and you still haven't told me what kind of establishment you run here." When Daichi didn't respond, Koushi added, "If you don't tell me, I'm going to start making things up."

"From what Daichi tells me, you already do that," Asahi remarked, not looking up from the display of tarot cards.

"He speaks!" Koushi cried. Snickering at Asahi's glare, Koushi scooped Kuroo off of his lap and looked the indignant cat in the eye. "What about you Kuroo? You'd tell me what kind of shop Daichi runs here if you could, wouldn't you?"

Kuroo reached one silky black paw forward and smacked at Koushi's nose. Koushi reeled back from the cat, frowning at the cat's nasally, smug meow.

"Furry little asshole," Koushi grouched under his nose before setting Kuroo down. "Guess you're too loyal to Daichi to spill his secrets to me."

"He'd sell me out for Taiyaki if he could," Daichi said as he reentered the sales floor and set a stack of boxes on the countertop.

Koushi snorted at that, closing the book and placing it back on the shelf. He watched as Asahi shuffled up to the counter with a tarot deck. Daichi and Asahi bantered for a bit before Asahi paid and left. The shop lapsed into a comfortable silence, Daichi leaning against the counter as he opened boxes, Koushi on the floor enjoying the view and absently playing with his necklace. After a few minutes, Koushi stood, stretching.

"Guess I better go grab some food," he said. "Want anything?"

"I'm good for now, thank you though," Daichi replied.

With a nod, Koushi went into the back room to grab his coat. He slipped in on and wrapped his scarf around his neck. He was in the process of pulling on his mittens when he heard a familiar voice from the sales floor.

"You really should tell him, Daichi."

It was… Tetsurou? Koushi was confused; today was Tetsurou's day off, so why…?

"I'll get around to it eventually," Daichi responded. "Besides, you're enjoying yourself."

"It's true, I am," Tetsurou said. "It's almost funny, how oblivious he's being about all of this."

"Hey, still here you know-," Koushi said, pushing the door open right as Kuroo the cat shapeshifted into Kuroo Tetsurou.

Time stood still.

Tetsurou. Tetsurou was standing exactly where Kuroo had been. The cat was gone and Tetsurou was right there. There had been no smoke screen, no bright lights. He was just there. He had been a cat not thirty seconds before. NO. There was NO WAY that Tetsurou had been a cat. But where had Kuroo gone? Where? Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsurou. "What the fuck is going on here?" Koushi shouted, looking back and forth between Daichi and Tetsurou.

"Suga," Daichi began.

"There was a cat here a minute ago and now Tetsurou's…." Koushi rambled, hands in his hair, gripping tightly as he began to pace back and forth. "There was.. There was a cat and now… WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK!? HOW THE FUCK?!"

"Koushi!" Daichi yelled. "Stop, please."

Koushi stopped; Daichi had never used his given name before. Slowly, afraid of what he might find, Koushi turned on the spot to face Daichi. Daichi was looking at him with concern, brown eyes filled with sadness. Koushi could feel his heart crumble under the weight of that look. He never wanted to see it on Daichi's face again.

"Koushi, let me show you something," Daichi said, his voice firm, but calm, softer. Without waiting for Koushi's answer, he moved behind the counter. He opened a drawer and removed a stick from it. He showed it to Koushi, his expression shifting from guarded to expectant.

"What… what is that?" Koushi asked.

"It's, ah…" Daichi started, a little sheepish, a little embarrassed now, "it's my wand."

Koushi did the only sane thing he could think of in that moment, he started laughing hysterically. Tetsurou and Daichi exchanged alarmed glances.

"Glad to see you taking this so well, I guess," Tetsurou said.

"I've lost my god damn mind," Koushi mumbled. "That's the only explanation. I spent too much time inhaling paint fumes. This is all in my head."

"Koushi," Daichi interrupted. "This isn't in your head. This is real."

"You can't possibly expect me to believe that!" Koushi cried. "Daichi, magic isn't real! It… It can't possibly be real!"

"Koushi, please," Daichi pleaded, desperation bleeding into his voice.

And there it was, there went Koushi's heart. His will buckled under the affection he had for this man. With a sigh, Koushi shrugged his coat and scarf off, placing them on the floor in a bundle. He sat down on top of them and focused on Daichi.

"You have my undivided attention," Koushi whispered.

Daichi nodded at Koushi, whispering his thanks in return. He flicked his stick—no, wand—at the lights. Koushi jumped a bit when they dimmed, but said nothing. Next, Daichi flicked the stick—no, wand—at the door. It clicked, locking itself. With the lights dimmed and privacy ensured, Daichi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As he exhaled, he opened his eyes slowly. There was an unearthly quality to them, as if they were glowing. He raised his arm and pointed the stick—no, wand—at the ceiling. The wand tip began to glow, a soft white light that left Koushi breathless. Daichi inhaled once more, and on the exhale, he moved his arm in a counterclockwise motion. Koushi gasped.

A trail of light flowed from the end of the wand, a line of starlight the enraptured Koushi. Daichi smiled gently at Koushi's reaction, flicking the wand to the side. The trail of starlight broke off from the wand tip. As it hung in the air unaided, Daichi moved the wand again, creating a trail of blue light. The blue light mingled with the white light, the tendrils of color mixing and shifting between the brightest white and the darkest blue.

"What else can you do?" Koushi asked.

Daichi's smile grew, waving his wand and suspending the light near the ceiling. He waved his wand again, this time at a nearby statue of a crow. The statue began to move, its movements stiff from a lack of proper use. It turned its painted marble head at Koushi, letting out a loud caw before returning to a frozen state. Once he was sure the crow wouldn't move again, Daichi lowered the wand and turned back to Suga.

"So, you can do magic," Koushi stated after a moment of silence. "Are you a witch?"

Daichi tapped the wand against the desk and the light near the ceiling dissipated. The lights of the store returned to their full brightness, reverting back to normalcy.

"To answer your question, yes, I am a witch," Daichi said. "We sell potion ingredients and other magic based items here."

"Kuroo?"

"A shapeshifting witch and one of my closest friends," Daichi explained.

"Can you shapeshift?" Koushi pressed.

"No, I can't," Daichi admitted with a laugh. "My magic is mostly based on transfiguration and illusionary magic."

"Pretty lights?" Koushi asked with a grin.

"Pretty lights," Daichi agreed.

"Have you always been able to do this?"

"Ever since I was born," Daichi confirmed. "Magic's been in my family for years."

"So everyone else who's came in here over the last few months have been witches?" Koushi asked.

Daichi tilted his head from side to side, thinking. "Most," he said. "There have been a few normies such as yourself."

"'Normies'?"

"Non-magical people," Daichi explained. "The normies who come in here are people who are way into 'New Age healing' and the like."

Koushi pondered that for a moment. "Can I try to guess who of your regulars are witches?"

"Be my guest," Daichi said with a gesture and a smile.

"The pudding head guy?" Koushi asked.

"Kenma, he's a friend of Kuroo's. He has some latent magically abilities, but is non-practicing," Daichi explained.

"The guy with the shaved head, Tanaka?"

"A normie, he just likes the shop."

"His friend with the hair? Nishinoya."

"Also a normie. They're both convinced that something in here will give them powers."

"The other guy with the hair?"

Daichi raised an eyebrow, "Bokuto?"

"That one!"

"He specializes in animal magic. He likes to work with owls," Daichi said.

"Asahi?"

"Specializes in future sight."

Koushi smirked, "Is that why he's so nervous all the time?"

Daichi laughed aloud at that, the deep, full body laugh that made his shoulders shake and his nose crinkle in a way that made Koushi's heart do a series of complicated acrobatics.

"Can I ask one more question?" Koushi whispered.

"You can ask me as many questions as you'd like," Daichi said, his own voice soft.

Koushi bit his lip; this wasn't going to be an easy question. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Daichi must have anticipated that that was going to be Koushi's question, from the way that his shoulders slumped. He inhaled slowly, running his hands through his cropped hair on the exhale. "I didn't want to keep this from you," Daichi began. "But it's a lot harder to bring normies into the fold than it is to keep them out of it. I mean, how would you have reacted if I had told you right off the bat that I sell potion ingredients here? I didn't want…."

Koushi frowned, "You didn't want what?"

Tetsurou, who had been quiet up until that point decided it was the perfect time to remind everyone that he was, in fact, still present. "He didn't want to scare you off before he could make his move."

What followed could only be described as absolute chaos. A red-faced Daichi had immediately went for his wand while a cackling Tetsurou shifted back into a cat. Daichi chased Tetsurou around the shop in an attempt to catch the shapeshifter while Kuroo laughed that donkey bray laugh of his. This carried on for a few minutes until Tetsurou scaled Koushi's body and sat on his shoulder, triumphant. Daichi, agitated and panting, glared at Tetsurou.

Koushi, to his credit, had managed to keep it mostly together during the shenanigans that had followed Tetsurou's proclamation. But in that moment, he couldn't help but snicker at the affronted look on Daichi's face. He scooped Tetsurou off his shoulder and held the shapeshifted man out in front of him. "Is it true? Did Daichi keep the whole magic thing a secret from me because he likes me and didn't want to scare me off?"

"I am many things, dear Sugawara, but a liar is not one of them," Tetsurou said, and boy wasn't it weird to see a cat talk.

Daichi let out a snort of his own at that, "You? Not a liar?"

"I'm trying to help you out here, Sawamura, be a little more grateful," Tetsurou snapped. "Now, I'm gonna go to the backroom for a nap. By the time I wake up, I expect something to have happened. Sugawara, if you would."

Koushi set Tetsurou back down on the floor. With a flick of his tail, Tetsurou stalked off into the break room. Daichi and Koushi were alone. Inhaling once, then exhaling, Koushi turned to Daichi. He took careful, tentative steps forward until the two were standing toe to toe. He reached one hand up to Daichi's face and cupped his cheek. Daichi's eyes slid shut and he leaned into the touch. Smiling, Koushi pressed his forehead to Daichi's.

"It is a lot to take in at once," Koushi admitted in a whisper, "but you could never scare me off with magic."

Daichi pulled back a bit, studying Koushi's face closely. Koushi lowered his hand from Daichi's face, taking his hand instead.

Koushi continued, "I just need a bit of an adjustment period, is all."

It was Daichi's turn to cup Koushi's cheeks. Daichi caressed Koushi's cheek with his thumb, brushing lightly against the mole under his left eye. Daichi leaned forward into Koushi's space, eyes searching Koushi's face for a sign that he should back off.

"Can I?" he whispered.

"Of course you can," Koushi replied before closing the gap.

The kiss itself should have been nothing special. It was a chaste, gentle press of lips that only lasted for a few seconds before they pulled away from each other. But Koushi could swear, that in that moment, he felt a gentle spark of magic.

#daisuga #daisugaweek2017 #magic au #witch au #paranormal au

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All the fics I read in...April!

I definitely didn’t realize how much I read this month, despite being out of town 3 out of the 4 weekends. What can you say? I always make room for fic. Hope you enjoy! I really loved the new ones that came out this month! -a

A/B/O ‘Verse by sarcasticfluentry (Tumblr)

you burn with the brightest flame

first time catching fire

river flows in you

one day

your hand in mine

bite me II by happilylarry

Part 2 of bite me series

Be My Little Good Luck Charm by 100percentsassy (Tumblr)

In which Harry is a promising amateur golfer making his debut at the PGA Championship, and Louis is a Sky Sports anchor who would really rather be commentating on footie.

The other boys are around too: caddy!Niall provides victory pints, Liam is Louis's Very Serious co-anchor, and poor Zayn just gets his face drawn on.

Before They Turn The Lights Out by lizzieemariee

Harry feels like he’s absolutely gagging for it and that’s probably because he is, he needs Louis, needs to fuck him, and soon.

both your hands in the holes of my sweater by hilourry

Part 2 of football/designer Series

After ten years together, Harry gets injured on the football field, forcing him to retire, and Louis and their kids are there to help him out.

bulan dipagari bintang by snsk

right now this is his pack, the vampire harry's burning his scent into, murmuring nonsensities about the stars and their stories.

// or: harry is sixteen when he comes into his werewolf form. louis is terribly, wonderfully ageless, and still, always a vampire.

By Your Side (That’s Where I Have To Be) by LithiumCrystal (Tumblr)

“What is it like then, Louis?’ Harry asks, voice quiet and eyes dark “why’d you come to tell me?” It’s a good question. Louis’s not even sure what he’s feeling, really. The man who gave him half his genetic coding is brain-dead on a slab somewhere and he’s standing in his… In Harry’s hotel room with no idea what he’s supposed to be thinking or doing.

Or, in which Louis's bio-dad dies suddenly and Louis and Harry have a lot of baggage.

Call Me Shallow But I’m Only Getting Deeper by Lis (domesticaharry)

Harry gripped the back of Louis’ chair and rested his left hand against the table’s surface. He slowly arched his back and let his lips hover just above the shell of Louis’ ear. Louis instantly reacted to Harry’s change of demeanor, his shoulders subconsciously pulling back. A smirk twitched the corner of his mouth when Louis’ thighs slightly parted.

“You want to keep acting like some bratty princess?” Harry quietly asked, lowering the tone of his voice. He slipped his hand from the back of Louis’ chair and clasped it around the nape of Louis’ neck. “Fine,” Harry gently squeezed, “That’s exactly how I’ll treat you, Baby.”

The one where Louis is a brat so Harry spanks him with a riding crop.

Change In Pressure by LithiumCrystal (Tumblr)

It’s been over a week since they’ve had sex and maybe Louis is kind of fucked up for latching onto that right after a big fight and nearly dying, but he’s never been particularly good at thinking the right thing with Harry this close to him...

Louis and Harry argue. Louis and Harry also fuck on the stage. Somehow it manages to be kind of romantic.

come away with me Series by suspendrs (Tumblr)

come away with me

in the night

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First Dates by taggiecb

Harry and Louis meet for the first time on a reality dating show called First Dates. It doesn't exactly go as either of them had hoped.

Gazed by justgotowisharder

“Open your eyes, Louis,” Harry asked softly. “I can’t,” Louis said. “I’m so sorry. I can’t risk your life, I don't want to hurt you.” “Lou, please.” “I can’t. You’ll never meet my eyes, Harry. Never.”

(Or the one where Louis Tomlinson is cursed and he can’t look anyone in the eyes, and Harry is just Harry, too curious to avoid wondering why Louis always wears sunglasses)

How Much For A Dozen and You? by SS98

Harry parts his lips with words at the tip of his tongue. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat and fights with himself mentally on what to say next. “Do you…- Do you like Italian food?”

“I haven’t really eaten much of it.” Louis admits, clearing his throat. “W-Why do you ask?”

The question seems to catch Harry off-guard even though he opened up this path of conversation. In addition, everyone seated around them seems drawn to their awkward communication; even the ladies who conduct the actual baking in the kitchen are peeking through a slot in the wall.

“Well, would you be open to being convinced?” Harry asks, wincing when he clumsily steps around the table and ends up kicking it an inch to the left.

Or, Louis works in a bakery and Harry doesn't. They fall in love through a series of awkward events.

I’ll Be There by allwaswell16 (Tumblr)

Louis is less than thrilled to find out his roommate has coerced his nemesis to check on him whilst he's sick in bed. However, Harry seems to take great pleasure in taking care of Louis. Maybe this green smoothie drinking, hot yoga instructing, hair in a bun wearing, pretentious art history studying wanker isn’t so bad after all.

On Monday, Louis thinks Harry's a twat. By Friday, he's thinking of reasons for him to stay.

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Part of the 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Fic Challenge

If I Was Your Vampire by highlinson

His neck was exposed, and it was pretty clear Louis was waiting for Harry to claim the naked skin as his. When there was no reaction, however, Louis opened his eyes and looked up at Harry from a somewhat awkward angle. The wide, downright hungry stare he was receiving from Harry who seemed like he was in an entire other universe kind of scared him, and when he didn’t see Harry blink for several following seconds but his tongue continued to wet his lips, Louis, now growing afraid, asked, “Harry? Are – are you okay?”

Just another Vampire AU

if my heart was a compass, you’d be north by cheekiestcheeky (Tumblr), heartsoftlouis (Tumblr)

All Louis really cares about is his skateboard, tattoos, football, and his family. He has a job that he (mostly) loves and a (small) handful of good friends, and at 24 he is pretty content with his life... until he nearly crashes into a boy with wild curls and cratered dimples, he begins to think maybe he's been missing something he never knew was missing. That missing piece is apparently big enough for two.

[Or the one where punk Louis likes to think he’s not clumsy, but he suspects he’ll have to accept it when he falls face first into a relationship with a head full of curls and his tiny human.]

kings of the castle by eversincewefellapart

harry is the son of architects who bet on horse races and louis is the prettiest jockey he might've ever seen in all his betting years.

As soon as they get into the car, Louis’ stumbling over the armrest of his seat and pressing his lips to Harry’s jaw. Harry presses the key into the ignition to start the car up and let it warm before turning his head more accurately and attaching their lips. Louis tastes like chocolate and sugar and strawberry ice cream and rain and everything Harry’s ever fucking wanted.

Kiss me on the Mouth and Set me Free (but please don’t be bite) by seducedbycurls

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

"...Louis wanted him so badly. Wanted Harry to pick him up, bite him, and break him. Make Louis his, make Louis cry, make Louis a beautiful, plump, pregnant omega..."

Know It All by kikikryslee (Tumblr, Twitter)

“Are you watching Jeopardy?” Niall asked. “Shhhh!” Louis hissed. “Niall, come on. I just missed the question.” “Since when do you watch Jeopardy? Is this about the guy from trivia? What do you call him? T-Shirt?” “V-Neck,” Louis corrected. “Oh, right. V-Neck. Is this about him?” “No.” “You’re a terrible liar. You know that trivia is supposed to be fun, right?” “I am having fun! Now leave me alone! I need to learn more about the people who signed the Declaration of Independence.” --- Or, the one where Louis just wants to win Trivia Night so he can get some free food, but he can't because a certain guy with fluffy hair takes home the prize every week - except for one.

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Part of the 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Fic Challenge

Like Me by Star55 (Tumblr, Twitter)

Part 14 of Shades of Pink (Crazy in Love) Series

“Alright,” Jennifer nods. “It’s gonna hurt.” “I can take it,” Harry replies.

A Shades of Pink story where Harry gets her first tattoo and realises that it turns her on more than she ever would have realised.

Louis by jacinth (Tumblr)

After five years as a personal assistant to the man he's secretly in love with, Louis is prepared for just about everything... except a cup of coffee and a marriage proposal.

my sins i’ll claim, i’m not immune to shame by jaerie

It's been two years since their break up and Harry still hasn't been able to completely move past the day that things ended between them. When he gets a chance at a big fat "I told you so", his reaction isn't exactly what he expects. He finds himself hard from some inappropriate thoughts and, well, sometimes even the best of us succumb to the darkest emotions.

Part of the 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Fic Challenge

Night Changes by colourexplosion (Tumblr)

Harry slips and nearly knocks his head on the tile wall. The bottles of shampoo and bodywash that line the shower tumble down as he catches himself, one of them managing to land right on the top of his foot. Fuck, that hurt.

Fuck, he loves Louis.

Wait, of course he loves Louis. What’s not to love? He’s kind and he’s funny and he’s patient with Harry always and he’s always been there when Harry needed him. Well, not tonight, but Harry hadn’t specifically said to him that he needed him and whatever — okay. Of course he loves Louis. That doesn’t mean he’s in love with Louis.

But I am in love with Louis, he thinks, and curses as his shampoo runs into his eyes.

Or, Louis and Harry are soulmates. (With a twist.)

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nothing else but us right here by supernope (Tumblr)

Louis sighs and gives himself a mental pep talk as he smooths his jumper down over his hips. He can do this. He can resist the draw of Harry Styles, because he is a responsible, mature adult, and as much as he wants to tangle his fingers in that mess of hair and map those ridiculous tattoos with his tongue, he does not want to get his daughter’s favorite teacher fired.

Open Your Eyes And See The Way Our Horizons Meet by highlinson

Louis takes a deep breath and tries to calm his beating heart, and get rid of the, to be honest, pretty slim chance that he’s either getting raped or kidnapped tonight. He is snapped out of his thoughts as a huge hand is held out in front of his face, and he quickly gets up and shakes it.

“Nice to meet you, Louis”, Harry says, and Louis has to admit that his voice is pretty attractive in its slow drawl that rolls like melting chocolate over his words.

// Or, Louis is 18, and Harry is 31. Featuring Liam as the worrying best friend, lots of kisses, a little bit of angst and a fair share of buttsex action.

Our blood is boiling by twinks

“I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down right here, right now—”

“You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?”

Louis purses his lips and absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm. God, how can he even come back from this?

[Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.]

Our Hearts Burn So Bright by SS98

Part 1 of Burning. Series

“Well, well, well.” The monotonous beckoning was accompanied by a clicking heel of undoubtedly ridiculous leather boots. Louis was putting his away his textbooks in exchange for his sketchpad in this ominous section of the school hallway until the voice of someone who drove unsettling chills down his spine interrupted him. “If it isn’t the fairest princess this old fuckin’ town ever did see.”

Around this moment the sound of others followed the first and Louis released a tired sigh, slamming his locker door shut. He remembers the first time this estranged other cornered him and seemed to preen at the sight of Louis’ fear, when the psychopath became known as Harry Styles. Laughter used to follow any odd comment until Harry put a stop to it; none but he was entitled to the privilege of passing a remark towards Louis.

“And the outlaw who defiled him.” Louis was ready when Harry turned him around, pressing the former’s back against the steel lockers with a smug grin.

Pour Yourself Over Me (Until There’s Nothing Left To See) by patdkitten

Louis receives a strange invitation to a masquerade ball from a stranger who offers to pay for everything.

rather be sad with you (than anywhere away from you) by ohsailor (Tumblr)

A Unversity AU where Louis battles his mental health while struggling to become the lawyer his family hopes he will, pre-med Harry gets three new roommates, Niall loves dentistry, and Liam is a future aerospace engineer. Featuring: long-haired Harry AND Louis, lots of rom-com lad nights, and matching Fleetwood Mac tattoos.

So Baby Say You’ll Always Keep Me by EmmyLouWho

Today, Harry was baking triple-chocolate brownies, because they were his husband’s favourite. It was an old family recipe, one Harry had made dozens of times before, and it was always a crowd pleaser. He measured out the chocolate into his bowl with even more care than usual, because he needed these brownies to be perfect. He needed them to be so amazing that maybe they would give Louis reason to pause when he came home tonight and inevitably demanded a divorce when he found out the awful thing that Harry had done. Although, he thought, that did seem like a lot to ask from a brownie, even a really delicious triple-chocolate one.

Or: Harry stress-bakes. Louis loves him.

So Much We Didn’t Say by whyidontknow1

Harry’s near fatal accident exposed the cracks in his and Louis’ eleven year marriage. A serious error in judgement by Louis shattered it completely.

Take A Bite Outta Me by LithiumCrystal (Tumblr)

Louis truly resents the implication that he is basically Harry’s own version of Bella goddamn Swan, because seriously, no. Just no. But the issue is that even this stupid Meyeresque revelation has done absolutely nothing to dampen his attraction to this weirdly charming vampire man who dresses in 8000 pound coats and hangs around in dilapidated buildings with his merry band of ethical bloodsuckers.

Louis is a slightly inept vampire hunter. Harry is a slightly unique vampire. They meet.

Taken Over By The Feeling by whyidontknow1

After almost a year of increasingly troubling behavior, Louis agrees to let his sister live with him. It's a last resort before more drastic measures are taken by their mom.

Harry Styles runs Given A Chance, a program for troubled and disadvantaged teens out of the bakery he owns. He offers the kids in his program what he believes they need to start on a different and better path for their lives.

Louis learns all too quickly that Harry's goodwill does not extend to him. Only because he happens to remind Harry of an ex he'd rather forget. It's not the smoothest of beginnings, but in the end Louis' own issues might be the real problem.

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When Louis has the worst day of his life, it's only because Harry hasn't accidentally walked into it yet.

Featuring Louis as Ariel in a production of The Tempest, Harry as a happily overworked pastry chef, Niall their cheerleader, Zayn their less vocal but equally enthusiastic cheerleader, Kinder Surprises, stiff peaks, and someone getting punched by mistake.

Tugging On My Heartstrings by FallingLikeThis (Zayniam) (Tumblr)

“Almost there, babe,” he reminds Louis as they get ever closer. He sees Louis’ leg start moving faster out of the corner of his eye and bites down on a smile. It’s cute that Louis’ so anxious to get there, sort of makes Harry’s heart flutter happily.

When they finally pull into the drive, Louis barely lets the car stop before he’s throwing open his door and speed-walking to the house in front of them.

The door opens right when Harry reaches the front steps, just in time to see it all go down. He sees Niall’s knowing grin just before there’s a happy squeal and a little bundle of limbs and energy tosses itself at Louis.

“Uncle Louis!” Niall’s son cries as he buries his face in Louis’ neck.

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Part of the 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Fic Challenge

The Undesignated by CrazyLaughter

Moon Styles always knew that her father and three others were in band together called 'One Direction'. What she didn't know was that, in fact that the band had five members and the fifth unnamed member other than Harry- is her undesignated father.

There's nothing more dangerous than a curious little girl.

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Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam-- his entirely too chipper step brother-- or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books -- No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be-- The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.

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Harry reaches out and pats Louis. Sometimes, late at night, lying next to his husband of twenty years, he can’t help but feel a little lonely. It’s a good life they’ve built for themselves, he reminds himself, an incredible life. They’re both blessed to be working in their fields, they’ve got three amazing kids, they’re both still healthy and active with very little lower back pain, but late at night, deep in the dark, a still, small voice from somewhere inside of Harry wonders if this is really as good as it gets. But then, the fates conspire in Harry's favor, and provide him with the perfect opportunity to help Louis and him get their groove back. Copley Square is never going to know what hit it.

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Part of the 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Fic Challenge

#Larry Stylinson #Harry Styles #Louis Tomlinson #fic rec #larry fic rec #ao3 #thelarryrec #Apr 2017

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