꧁ below you can find all the fics i've written ꧂
꧁ my ao3 is me_her_themoon ꧂
happy reading <3
(also, thank u to my lovey @dragmedown for making this beautiful gif i love u)
one direction fandom:
꧁ if honesty means telling you the truth (I'm still in love with you) M, 47K
Harry is currently in some bar in London, sipping on some brand of whiskey, after Niall practically forced him out of the house because “it’s time for you to get some action, you lazy wanker.”
So, he finds himself here. Trapped between the bar and the back of some unknown person who he is not interested in in the slightest. He doesn’t even think he wants a relationship after his last one, but maybe a fling if the situation calls for it.
(based on the album Heartbreak Weather)
꧁ the world's got the best of you T, 8.4K
People never pay him any mind anyway, with his curly hair and ‘gay’ fashion, he’s been described as the loser by design. He doesn’t care though, he has a senior friend who has never once discriminated against him. No matter how little they talk, he knows he’ll always have a friend in Louis.
꧁ let me look in his eyes GA, 2.1K
"Did he know the sign was coming? Oh, then he’s doing it! Let me look at his eyes, let me look in his eye.... Yeah he’s gonna do it...."
based off a post on tumblr and harry's love advice during hsloveontour chicago night 2!
꧁ DON'T LOOK AT YOUR ASS T, 3.1K
The stinging returns again, making him realize why he walked in here in the first place. He peels off his boxers, stepping out of them carefully. He turns around apprehensively.
His jaw drops. He shrieks.
“What the fuck?!”
There’s a penguin. On his ass. On his literal buttcheek.
꧁ a friend of dorothy T, 1.2K
A Friend of Dorothy
Homosexual; a gay or queer man.
꧁ love on tour: harryween. night II. E, 3.3K
“This is called edging!” Harry shouts into the mic, the cheers somehow getting even more intense. He giggles and signals for Sarah to start again, this time allowing it to continue.
He knows Louis won’t be very happy about his little kinky side that’s coming out tonight (the edging comment, mixed with Medicine and Toxic? Yeah, he won’t live it down), but Harry doesn’t really care. They’ll talk about it later.
꧁ louis' 30th birthday celebration E, 1.9K
Right when Louis heard “yes” he jumped up the stairs, rushing to the master bedroom, but stopping short at the sight.
So. This is what Harry was up to.
꧁ lt world tour: houston E, 2.0K
Harry looks suspicious. Completely in the dark, eyes full of mirth. “Harry?”
And then Harry just…hangs up.
What the fuck?
Louis stares at the black screen in disbelief. Did his boyfriend (practically husband) just hang up on him? After a tour show?
꧁ lt world tour: nashville. rainbow project. GA, 1.3K
Love is only for the brave.
based on ltwt nashville!!
꧁ Happiest Place On Earth E, 2.0K
It turns out, Harry was actually talking the entire time Louis was studying his profile, so he manages to only catch his last few words, “...It makes sense why this is referred to as the happiest place on Earth.”
And, well, Louis doesn’t not agree. But…
꧁ ti dedico le autostrade che portano al mare (i dedicate to you the highways that bring you to the sea) E, 87.6K
“Simon, please. I need a break.” Louis speaks softly into the phone. "I’ve been working constantly for the past 4 years,” His voice strains.
“I suppose you’ve earned it.” Simon reluctantly sighs.
(Louis goes on hiatus for six months to a small coastal town in Italy where he doesn't expect to fall in love with the charming baker)
꧁ MSG Residencies: Morning after the 14th Show E, 2.4K
Harry is almost done with his first NYC residency, and Louis happens to be in NYC at the same time for his album promo. They're happy and in love, together.
꧁ MSG Residencies: Night 15. E, 1.6K
HARRY STYLES 15 CONSECUTIVE SOLD OUT SHOWS AT THE GARDEN
꧁ i wish that i could take you to the stars E, 31.4K
Niall is the director and writer of a stage play and he casts his best friend, Harry, as the star of his new play, “Me, Him, and the Moon,” as a prince who’s mesmerized by the moon. When he meets his sunshine-embodied costar, Louis, who is playing the role of a boy who’s deeply enamored with the stars, he learns more about himself and his relationship with love than ever before.
[also, liam is the makeup artist who loves to gossip and zayn is the costume designer who thinks liam is cute]
꧁ s[he]'s falling, doesn't even know it GA, 2.1K
super short night changes music video au
꧁ Chicago Residencies: Night 3. E, 2.8K
His phone buzzes on the table once he enters the room, and he grabs it.
Lou don't get changed, wanna take those clothes off you
꧁ i never wanna go slowly E, 1.6K
harry and louis only have phone sex for three weeks until they finally see each other again. rough sex ensues.
꧁ hey, babe E, 1.7K
when we're finished saying nothing, could we please get back to loving?
꧁ Dicked Down in Europe E, 40.4K
harry has an idea for their honeymoon. louis is down for whatever.
꧁ bitter ends turn sweet in time E, 24.4K
“Are you…” Louis looks back down at the paper, voice almost getting caught in his throat, “Harry Styles?”
Oh, fuck.
Harry Styles.
꧁ home at last E, 1.9K
Harry turns, a wide smile on his face. Louis stands in the doorway to their shared bedroom, his right arm held close to his body and in a makeshift sling.
He makes sure not to fully ram into his husband, but it’s been almost one month, so sue him if he’s excited.
꧁ Want You to Watch Me E, 4.3K
Louis hums. Harry hears the quiet thud of Louis’ phone being put on the nightstand, the soft sounds of Louis moving on the bed.
“Why don’t you strip for me, darling?”
꧁ Sit On Your Throne E, 2.6K
“Making out with the soon-to-be King in the throne room in the middle of the night. That’s got to be breaking a few rules.”
“How about we break a few more and I ride you on your throne?”
꧁ happy birthday haz T, 1.1K
He looks at the time, just after ten in the morning. “We’ll eat, and then gifts, and then blowjob. Then some cuddles.” Louis smiles at Harry, who’s watching Louis softly and leaning against the counter. “Sound good?”
꧁ go home, get head (and more) E, 2.9K
He involuntarily shivers at the last text, knowing that whatever Louis has in store, it’s going to be one hundred percent worth it.
Sending back a heart, an eggplant, and a peach emoji, he sets his phone down, deciding to get dressed and continue on with the night so he can get back to his husband.
꧁ out of control E, 2.5K
They’ve always been into kinkier stuff than most, whether it’s bondage or piss (they dabble occasionally), they try not to shy away from things other people may deem weird. They just don’t care.
So, after Louis texted their friends and family that they would be unavailable for the entire day, Harry’s been in this position ever since.
꧁ worked up E, 2.5K
Checking his phone, he sees a notification from Louis. He smiles, remembering that his premiere for All Of Those Voices was today in Tokyo. Harry wishes he could be there with him, but at least they’re in the same continent this time, that has to count for something.
He clicks the notification, and is suddenly glad that he’s alone.
God, Louis looks so fucking incredible.
꧁ is my baby not satisfied? E, 2.6K
Listen, Louis’ hands have always been extremely hot, even when he was 18 and the biggest twink Harry had ever seen. As he’s grown older, though, with the 28 on his one hand and the rope around his wrist, they’ve just become something right out of Harry’s wet dreams.
But these new tattoos, four of them right on his knuckles, bring his arousal to a whole new level. He hadn’t told Louis this, but when he had originally suggested the idea, Harry immediately thought of how the hand would look around his neck.
꧁ outside in the summertime E, 2.2K
Louis’ eyebrows shoot up in recognition, his lips curling into a smug smile. He brings his hand up to his mouth, taking a long drag, cheeks hollowing. His eyes never leave Harry as he blows out the smoke, the joint almost burnt out.
Louis says nothing as he takes a last hit, holding the smoke in his mouth as he taps the end of the joint on the ashtray beside him. He beckons Harry closer with his hand, and Harry goes.
꧁ an ocean in my veins (you'll be diving in) E, 31K
But, since Niall is so talkative to literally anyone with a working mouth, it means that when Louis Tomlinson started to take a shine to him, Harry started to hate him.
Because suddenly, it wasn’t just Harry and Niall, and whoever else wanted to join their antics. It was Harry and Niall and Louis.
Did Harry mention that Louis is a stupid fucking prick? He wants to make sure that’s clear.
[or, harry and louis hate each other and niall just wants everyone to get along]
꧁ please stop making me jealous (please don't stop) E, 11.8K
“Did you hire someone new?” He has to get right to the point. He has someone waiting for him, but this couldn’t have been done at any other time.
“Oh, are you talking about Harry?”
Harry.
꧁ jealousy is a disease E, 2.6K
Louis takes the phone and, sure enough, there are fifty fucking calls from Harry. He knows that Louis is onstage right now, no doubt watching a fans livestream, so why the fuck is he calling Louis so much?
He takes a quick second to send him a text, just a simple stop calling, will facetime after show before handing the phone back to Oli.
Louis has a show to perform.
꧁ thighs are for fuckin E, 1.8K
The rest of his team are on the bus when he finally gets on, and with just a few smiles to the lads, he heads to the back, closing the door behind him. It’s dark, of course, as no one’s been back here, so Louis fumbles toward the light switch, finding it and flicking it on.
“What the fuck.” Louis stands there, mouth dropped open, as he meets green eyes across the room.
꧁ untouchable E, 1.1K
“‘S killing you, isn’t it?” Harry chooses this time to swivel his hips in a side to side motion, Louis’ eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“W-what?”
He leans forward, his hips rising up until just the tip of Louis’ cock is inside him still. His spit-stricken lips brush against Louis’ jawline and up to his ear. “Not being able to touch what’s yours.”
꧁ look at you E, 1.9K
He hears Louis whisper something to the band before the door to the back slides open, Louis slipping in and sucking all the air out of Harry’s lungs. Fucking hell, he’s so beautiful. He’s in a green sweatshirt (Harry has the matching pink) and a loose pair of gray sweatpants. There’s a slight bulge that any man gets when wearing gray sweatpants, and Harry wants to swallow him whole. “Well, well, look at you.” Louis raises a pleased eyebrow, unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. “You’ve always taken commands well.”
꧁ somewhere in between and not at all E, 24.5K
He’s always known that he’s some sort of queer. There’s no doubt about it. When he was younger, he loved the feeling of his sister’s pantyhose on his legs, and loved to play dress up whenever he could. But it never went any further than that, and as he got older, he hid that part from himself. There were more homophobes than not in his school, and he couldn’t risk anything getting out. While he was hoping that he would become more involved in the gay scene, he wasn’t expecting it to happen so immediately. He’s barely been in NYC for two days, and he’s now surrounded by all different types of men and…others? God, he isn’t even sure what to call them. He really doesn’t know much. (or, Harry is new to NYC and discovers something about himself, and Louis is there for him. Always.)
꧁ can't believe you E, 2K
Barricade has always been hot to watch. Seeing the fans grab and caress Louis as if they own him. But this barricade went a little too far. “Ripping his entire fucking shirt,” Harry mumbles angrily to himself, bringing up the messages with a certain ginger.
꧁ fitfwt: new york city E, 1.9K
A press of lips to his throat, “Now, when do you have to be ready?” Louis hums, “I’d say about 6:15. So I have to be all showered and ready by then.” “Fantastic.” Harry nips playfully at his skin, “So I have two hours to devour you.”
꧁ i'm fastening myself to you with a stitch E, 3.3K
“Did you do everything I asked?” Of course Louis can see right through her. Harry was naive to think any differently. They’ve been together for literal years. “Um.” A list appears from behind Louis’ back, looking to be a copy that Louis keeps for herself. She takes a pen from the top of the microwave, “Let’s go through the list, shall we?”
꧁ getting yourself wet for me E, 10.1K
Louis’ eyes shoot open, and he’s quick to grab Harry’s arm before he gets very far. “Wait.” Harry turns back, raising a confused eyebrow. Louis takes another moment to form words, his brain still in an orgasmic haze. “Are you, like, um. Into piss?” Elegant sentence, Louis, nice going. or, frat boys take on watersports
꧁ you are that love of mine E, 17.1K
“Are you ready?” Gemma whispers, walking them down the hallway. Harry resists a crude laugh, taking a deep breath in. “No.” They stop in front of the heavy mahogany doors that will soon reveal his future husband to him. When he walks back through this very threshold, he will be Harry Tomlinson.
꧁ laur's nutvember 2023 series E, 51.4K
twenty two larry smut one-shots!
꧁ knowing you're in love with me is the greatest gift of all T, 6.7K
Harry just wants to fall back to sleep in his husband’s arms, wanting to treasure the quietness of Christmas morning before their kids wake up and realize what day it is. That dream is short lived when there’s a small shriek of joy from downstairs.
꧁ with a sea view E, 5.1K
Stepping onto the main deck, Harry grabs a maroon towel, squeezing all the water he can out of his hair, though it’s similar to how a dog dries off after a bath. He doesn’t bother drying the rest of his body, that’s what suntanning is for. He places the towel into a small bin and looks around. Time to find Louis.
꧁ Heaven at Our Fingertips E, 2.5K
“What’s your gift then, baby?” Louis looks up from the new freckle on Harry’s knuckle, eyes flicking all over Harry’s face. Harry’s eyes sparkle. “Does that mean you’re cashing it in?” “I’m not sure you’re giving me any other choice.” Louis laughs over her words, enamored at how excited Harry seems. “Okay, so.” Harry readjusts herself on the cushion. "I was thinking we could have sex with Zayn again. As a present to you.” or, a sequel to my zourry threesome fic
꧁ nutvember 2025 series E, 56K (with @tommokat)
bunch of filthy larry one-shots for the entire month of november :P
red, white, and royal blue fandom:
꧁ it's you and me, there's nothing like this E, 3.6K
Clearing his throat and leaning in, Alex whispers, “Here’s what is going to happen. You will stay five hundred feet away from me at all times tonight.” “Reasonable.” “I wasn’t done.” Alex scoffs, continuing, “And then, at midnight sharp, you will come up to my room on the second floor of the residence where I will do some very, very bad things to you.” With one last look at Henry, seeing him flustered and staring into space, he subtly squeezes his ass and walks away.
꧁ what would you do if i went to touch you now? E, 2.4K
Alex furrows his brows confusedly, shaking his head as his eyes land back on Henry. “I need to talk to Henry. Alone.” Amy side-eyes him, but asks no further questions. “The closest place I can do is the Red Room. Farther than that and his team will tase you.” Well, he certainly doesn’t want that. “How quick can you get him there?” or, if henry and alex hadn't gotten interrupted in the red room
꧁ electric touch E, 3.1K
Henry is standing there, just a silhouette of a body, but Alex knows he’s naked. He can see the smooth skin, that narrow waist and little tummy Alex loves biting. When Henry turns off the bathroom light. Alex gasps, the corners of his lips curling upward. “You. Did. Not.” or, henry brings back a throw-away comment at the lake house
꧁ our fingers dance when they meet E, 8.8K
alex and henry celebrate their first thanksgiving together after everyone leaves. they're kinky, lovesick fools.
꧁ say don't go E, 4.6K
Lists. When everything else falls apart, Alex still has lists. WAYS THIS NIGHT COULD END 1. Henry doesn’t let Alex into Kensington. 2. Henry does let him in, lets him say his piece, and kicks him out. 3. Henry lets him in, breaks down crying, and they get back together. 4. Alex forces his way in, they fuck, and the thong currently hugging his cock doesn’t go to waste.
꧁ feast on me E, 9.5K
To His Royal Highness Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, This is Nora Holleran, executive producer of the American TV show Hot Ones. We interview celebrities to get the spicy details of their life while ramping up the spice on chicken wings. Normally, we would never extend an invitation to someone of your stature, but after recent events, Alex, the creator and host of our show, would love to interview you. He said, and apologies for the vulgarity, “If we don’t get this fucking prince on our show, I’ll fly to England myself and hand deliver a thousand chicken wings to Kensington.” To avoid sending our intern Tess into a heart attack, please come. If you’d like to make an appearance, please let us know within a week. I look forward to hearing from you! Sincerely, Nora Holleran
꧁ touch me baby (put your lips on mine) E, 23.1K
It’s not until Get Low is halfway over that he realizes he’s been dancing with this person for four or five songs now. This man. Alex gets flashes of his blonde hair in the strobe lights, his pale skin shining blue. His hands are on his soft hips, the man’s hands bent behind to play with Alex’s hair. Alex is resisting an urge to mouth at the flawless expanse of his neck. So. Uh. Hm. ~~~ or, a firstprince fic loosely based off chappell roan's album
heated rivalry / game changers series fandom:
꧁ my boy rozanov E, 5.2K
They’re on different teams. They’re dubbed rivals by everyone and anyone who watches hockey. Sure, they’ve done a commercial or two together, but that’s for the love of money. For capitalism, if you subscribe to that. Even during a commercial, they’re still in a face off together. So why does Scott fucking Hunter think Rozanov is his boy?
꧁ come back (stay here) M, 1.6K
The entire day got to him. Shane showed up in his brown jacket, looking impossibly soft and terribly addicting, and then Ilya immediately took him to bed. There was no other choice when Shane Hollander was in your house looking like that. It did things to Ilya’s heart that he had yet to dissect, hadn’t wanted to examine for very specific reasons. He didn’t mean to say it.
꧁ breathe out while i hold you E, 9.8K
He’s in Montreal, playing against Shane Hollander. Nothing unusual or untoward. But maybe Ilya feels awkward or embarrassed, even–two emotions he is not familiar with. He’s thrown off during the entire game, losing each face-off against Shane despite intently staring at the ice to avoid staring into his deep brown eyes. Or his freckles. Shane isn’t looking at him. So he isn’t looking at Shane. Simple as that. It’s not as if Ilya’s heart aches with every beat, or anything. Not as if Ilya regrets saying Shane’s first name like an oath that day a week ago. or, after the tuna melt scene
꧁ updated as of January 23rd, 2026 ꧂
