larry fic recs

After a fight has gone wrong in an alley, Louis and Harry wake up in a pitch black cellar with nothing but mould and rats to keep them company. And, of course, the psycho with the knives one floor up.

Harry lets out a sudden loud burst of laughter before covering his mouth with both hands. “The, um, the shark is called Fluffy?”

He walks over to the window and just as he gets there he freezes, his eyes transfixed on the curtain. It's blowing outward like it should be, since the window is open, but there's no wind and the curtain isn't rippling like it should be — it's almost as if it's frozen. Nervously, he sticks out his leg and nudges it, relieved when it gives, but tenses again when he pulls his foot back there’s a dent where his foot was, and other than that it hasn't moved. He backs away slowly, thinking, what the fuck is going on? When his eyes dart to the clock, it still says 7:45. He's been up for at least three minutes, and now he's truly terrified.

basically just self indulgent fic of louis getting eaten out for the first time and then sucking harry off for the first time. v self indulgent bc i love rimming.

There is so much about Louis that Harry loves that its quite hard to put it all into words.

Harry’s kinda creepy and Louis’ kinda confused, especially when there’s snapchat (and psychic abilities) involved.

coming soon; i’m going to add more tag, start up the masterpost, and, of course, rec more fics. also, say hello to fari, the new co-owner. :)

Harry doesn't have anything to say to the people from his school. He does have a lot of questions he wants to ask Louis though.

(there is f/m dirty talk)

A part of Harry knew it was coming. Except - he didn’t expect Louis to do it the way he did.  (Very simply, a fallout occurs in its most painful form and Harry takes on the world with empty hands and half a lasting heart.)

(there is noncon)

Louis is studying at a University and is in an open relationship with the English professor, Zayn. Zayn proposes to Louis that they have a night in with the Psychology professor, Harry, and Louis agrees with little reluctance.

Sometimes, Harry paints Louis, sketches him into black and white over a blank canvas, inks the curves of his body onto paper, each stroke a caress as he brings him to life all over again. Other times, he paints Louis, traces patterns over his golden skin with fingertips drenched in colour, claiming him for his own the only way he knows how. 

When Harry is left to die after having gotten abused and seriously injured by his ex-boyfriend, he is brought into the hospital where Louis works as a nurse. Louis instantly feels the need to take care of him, maybe a bit more than he usually does with his other patients. But only because Harry survived the abuse, it doesn’t mean that they are out of the woods yet. They still have a long and hard journey ahead of them filled with cries, fear and pain, but also with joy, laughter and lots of love.

Harry is a slutty yoga teacher with his sights set on Louis and Louis wants to pull that long hair of his while he fucks him really hard from behind.

  Fine.

(i wrote this myself and i'm still proud.)