#28thappreciation

[palacesofmymind]

louis looking back and looking pretty 💗

[so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed]

stay for the night (in the palaces of my mind)

[Larry, 8.5k]

“Hello?”

It's tentative, the voice. Louis keeps his eyes firmly closed. This isn't real, he tells himself. This isn't happening. He’d been so careful.

Zayn was going to kill him. Fuck. He’d known better than to go out for a supply run on his own. But Susie had been sick and he hadn’t wanted to take Mike with him when he was so worried about his little sister. She was only eleven years old, it wasn’t like she could stay on her own.

He knows the rules. He knows that agreement that he’s made with Zayn. If I ever come back different-

He scrunches his eyes shut even tighter, as though that can keep the horrible truth at bay. He doesn’t have to be different, he tells himself. He can just ignore-

“Hello?”

Shut up, he thinks. This isn’t real. You’re not real. This isn’t happening.

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” the voice in his head whispers.

Written for the @howdidigethereficfest for the song 'Palaces'.

[28thappreciationblog]

since the discourse that has gone on the past couple of days, i think we all need to focus on the positives of the 1d fandom. all the wonderful gorgeous art that artists continue to share with us. the fics the amazing authors continue to write. the gifs that allow us to relive our favourite moments over and over. yet most times, all this hardwork remains underappreciated when this is what deserves our attention the most. the art, the fics, the gifs, the creations, the people are what fandom is all about.

and since the previous 28th appreciation blog has been inactive for quite a while, I felt we could once again come together here to appreciate the good things and show some love to the people who make this fandom worth being a part of.

so tag all your art, fics, gifs, fic rec lists and whatever else you create about any and all of the five 1d boys with #28th appreciation and I'll reblog on this blog every 28th.

and those enjoying the wonderful works, I urge you to show and spread the love via reblogs too.

in case anyone wants to filter something, the tags will be as follows:

#[the type of fanwork- gifs/fics/edits/etc.] + #[the ship/1d member it is related to]

ALL FANWORKS OF ANY OF THE FIVE 1D MEMBERS ARE WELCOME!

follow and signal boost to spread the word <3

[punkpillowprincess]

⋆.˚⋆ 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑠 ⋆.˚⋆

[obviously-im-a-boyo]

Theme is Larry fics with plots that had me absolutely locked in, other than that there's a lot of variety here! Fics that stick with me tend to be the ones with either really unique plots or really unique characterizations, which is the driving force behind this rec list. I don't usually do fic recs so hopefully I did this correctly! I added a few notes on ones where the summary doesn't explain the part I want to highlight in the rec.

🌸 It All Comes Out in the Wash by xunorthodox [T, 18k]

Louis keeps his face neutral despite the obvious confusion he feels at that moment. The rational part of his brain fires off reasons; maybe Harry broke his phone and hasn’t got a new one.

“That’s okay. Do you want to hang out somewhere? Maybe we could get lunch together?”

“I’m sorry,” Harry bites his lip, voice shaky, “I don’t think I’ll be able to.”

Hurt blossoms in Louis’ chest bright and wide across his ribcage. This conversation has already gone to shit. Naturally, he gives into his usual way of trying to salvage painfully awkward conversations - with jokes.

“This is either very one-sided or you live here at the laundromat.”

OR

But Harry’s a ghost that’s been stuck in a laundromat for 70 years.

And Louis is so in love that he can’t imagine being without him.

Fuck.

🌸 Breathe Me by elsi_bee [E, 25k]

Louis is forced to attend a week long meditation retreat. The meditation coach is not quite what he was expecting.

Louis and Liam are songwriters. Harry might be a giant hippie. Niall plays guitar and Zayn is dark and mysterious.

A Meditation AU, because that's totally a thing.

🌸 With These Arms Folded by taggiecb [NR, 21k]

Harry Styles is living a peaceful existence in California as a very successful song writer. He has his lake house, and his cat, and his small town existence. That is until he receives a curious email one sunny summer morning, and his life almost immediately gets turned upside down buy a force that's bigger than any storm he's seen outside his window.

Note from Micah: This one is about Louis having PTSD and being sent to Harry because, iirc, Liam believes Harry will be able to help him get his songwriting spark back.

🌸 Could Be Blue, Could Be Grey by nightwideopen [M, 26k]

The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me

louis and harry meet on a balcony, but it’s not louis that harry meets

Note from Micah: This one is about Louis having DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and Harry attempting to navigate that without knowing that's what's going on.

🌸 Sun-kissed Hurricane, Perfect Storm by iwillpaintasongforlou [T, 7k]

Harry is the quiet kid in the back of his statistics class who writes a lot and dreams about Louis’ cheekbones. Louis needs a statistics tutor ASAP before he flunks and the quiet kid in the back of the class seems like a good choice. Harry wants to help Louis however he can and Louis wants to see how much he can make Harry blush.

Note from Micah: The part that got me in this was Harry's poems, metaphors, and internal monologue.

🌸 knives don't have your back by turnyourankle / @turnyourankle [M, 51k]

The lone survivor of an on campus massacre that claimed the lives of his four housemates, Harry is urged to take a sabbatical or transfer. Instead, he chooses to stay in school, move into the dorms, and overcome his fears.

He finds comfort in a budding friendship with Louis, an upperclassman who lives on his floor, not realizing that their relationship will bring him closer to his traumatizing past rather than farther from it.

🌸 Homecoming by Rosann1986 [T, 70k]

Seventeen-year-old Harry Styles loves hiding behind fashion forward clothes, but when a bully nominates him for High School Homecoming Queen to humiliate him for wearing a girl’s blouse, Harry takes matters into his own hands and decides to lean into the candidacy and run for real. He’s prepared to break a few gender norms, but he’s blindsided when his crush, Louis Tomlinson—Football Quarterback and candidate for Homecoming King—leans into breaking a few norms himself.

Or, the one where Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are in high school and run for Homecoming Queen and King.

🌸 From This Moment On by therogueskimo [NR, 52k]

“Well, what the fuck are we going to do?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Lou. We can’t contact him. He’s gone totally off the grid.”

“We’ll figure it out, Louis, don’t you worry."

“I just … I was counting on him. I really did like his style, and it took us months to book him for the first tour. How are we supposed to find someone just as good in the next few days, let alone see trial shots?”

“Whoever we find, Lou, they’ll do. We won’t leave you hanging."

...

“Li, I just got a message from Louis Tomlinson.”

“Wait … like the singer, Louis Tomlinson?”

“Yeah. He, umm, he wants me.”

“Well done, H, you’ve got a pop star with the hots for you.”

“No, you don’t understand. He … wants me to take pictures. He needs a tour photographer and he …”

“Oh, Harry … Do you think he knows who you are? What did you say?”

“I … don’t think so? It just happened, and I … What do I do?”

...

Louis Tomlinson needs a tour photographer, and he thinks he's found the one in the mysterious H on Instagram.

Harry Styles swore he'd never do tour photography again - that is, until he did.

🌸 Velvet Teeth by prettystylinson / @prettystylinson [M, 19k]

Harry's a broke musician. Louis only comes out at night.

Love was never meant to feel like hunger.

Note from Micah: Super underrated vampire AU told in first person for a very interesting reason revealed at the end. Also, written by my bff Katie, so you know it's good.

🌸 a little, then suddenly by HoldingOnToChaos [E, 34k]

Written for the Aro/Ace Fest 2024.

Prompt 12: Gray-Asexual (demisexual) Harry falls in love and gets attracted to his best friend Louis after fifteen years of friendship.

[prettystylinson]

────۶ৎ you and these goddamn shorts

smut • glastonbury larry • 2.3k • also on ao3

louis spots harry strolling into glastonbury in those godforsaken red shorts, and it’s over for him. completely. he doesn’t even try to play it cool—he just stares, shameless and hungry, because there is absolutely no controlling himself when harry styles shows up looking like that.

content: riding, clothing sexualization, top louis x bottom harry, slight degradation, anal, fingering, pet names

“You just had to wear those fucking shorts, huh?” Louis muttered, licking his bottom lip as his eyes dragged shamelessly down the smooth, tanned stretch of Harry’s thighs.

They were tucked away inside Louis’s unnecessarily massive Glastonbury tent—the kind that could sleep a whole damn football team and really shouldn’t be called a tent at all. More like a portable shag palace. The soft amber glow from the overhead lanterns made Harry’s skin look even more golden, like temptation dipped in sunlight.

Harry cocked his head, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he slipped the strap of his bag off his shoulder and let it drop to the floor.

“You looked absolutely miserable yesterday,” he said, sauntering a little closer. “Figured this might cheer you up.”

Louis swallowed hard, already shifting where he sat, eyes fixed on Harry’s legs like they were his new religion.

“Oh, it’s working,” he muttered. “fuck me.”

Harry snorted as he shrugged off his jacket—and of course, the little shit hadn’t bothered to wear a shirt underneath. Louis’s eyes practically bulged out of his skull.

He leaned back on his elbows, stretched out on the cot, blatantly staring as Harry stood there in nothing but those tiny red shorts, all golden skin and toned muscle on full display. “Christ,” Louis muttered, nearly drooling. “Didn’t even wear a shirt?”

“It gets hot here,” Harry said, completely unfazed.

“Then stop wearing a bloody coat in the summer.”

“Excuse you,” Harry sniffed, tossing the jacket aside. “It’s my emotional support windbreaker.”

Louis groaned, shifting on the cot as he stared him down. “Just come here, for fuck’s sake.”

Harry chuckled, low and smug, and closed the space between them with slow, deliberate steps. He climbed right onto Louis’s lap, knees pressing into the cot, straddling him like he’d done it a hundred times—which he absolutely had. His bare thighs spread over denim, warm skin against rough fabric, and Louis let out a breath like he’d just been punched in the gut.

“You gonna keep whining,” Harry murmured, leaning in, “or are you gonna do something about it?”

Louis’s hands flew to Harry’s thighs, gripping tight, his fingers digging into warm skin. “I’m trying to,” he growled, jaw clenched, already breathless.

Harry just smiled as he rolled his hips down slow. The friction was maddening. Those infamous red shorts might’ve looked innocent in photos, but up close, Louis could feel just how thin the fabric really was—barely there, barely hiding anything. Every shift had Harry grinding down right against him, and he could feel everything through it. Every thick, aching inch.

Louis hissed through his teeth, hips twitching up involuntarily. “You’re fucking evil.”

Harry leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “And you love it.”

Louis leaned in, lips brushing against Harry’s chest before dragging lower, slow and deliberate. His tongue slipped out, tracing the line of his sternum, tasting sweat and salt and the faint sting of cologne baked into sun-warmed skin. It was filthy and intoxicating—Louis couldn’t get enough. He wanted to lick him clean, mark him up, devour him whole.

Harry’s fingers found Louis’s hair, threading through and tugging just enough to make him groan. His head tilted back, throat exposed, and a breathy sound slipped from his lips—needy and soft, like he was already unraveling under the attention.

“Fuck,” Louis muttered against his skin, “you smell so fucking good.”

“You think so?” Harry chuckled, voice breathy as he ground down harder. He could feel Louis twitching beneath him, thick and straining against the tight denim, every slow roll of Harry’s hips pulling another low moan from deep in Louis’s throat.

“Mmm,” Louis hummed, eyes dark, before tugging him down by the back of the neck and crashing their mouths together.

Harry moaned into the kiss, the sound caught between desperation and delight. Louis licked into him, tongue tracing his bottom lip before slipping inside—confident, possessive, filthy. Harry opened willingly, melting into it, letting Louis take control, their tongues sliding and tasting like they’d been starved for it.

Louis’s free hand slipped under the hem of those tiny red shorts, rough fingers palming the curve of Harry’s ass—firm, claiming. The contact made Harry jolt, hips grinding down again with even more pressure, chasing friction like it was oxygen.

“Fuck,” Harry gasped, barely pulling back. “Lou—need you in me.”

Louis smirked against his lips, pulling his hand back with a teasing slowness. “Hmm. Didn’t bring any lube, love,” he murmured, eyes flicking lazily around the tent as if he were actually checking.

Before he could even move, Harry grabbed his wrist and brought Louis’s fingers straight to his mouth.

Louis nearly groaned aloud.

He watched, transfixed, as Harry swirled his tongue around his middle and index finger—wet, slow, deliberate—coating them generously with spit, his eyes locked on Louis’s the entire time.

Harry pulled off with a wet pop, lips glistening. “That should do it. And if not,” he breathed, “I don’t fucking care. I need you.”

“Filthy little thing,” Louis muttered, thoroughly wrecked by the sight, voice dark with want.

His hand slid back down, slipping beneath Harry’s shorts again. He teased at his entrance with the tip of one slick finger—barely there, just a whisper of pressure—and Harry gasped, hips stuttering forward, already chasing it.

“You want it that bad?” Louis whispered, licking into the corner of his mouth. “Say it.”

“You gonna make me beg?” Harry whined, breathless, eyes blown wide. “Fuck, Lou—I came here just for you. Just to feel you in me again. Please.”

That did it.

Louis didn’t say a word—just pushed his finger in, sinking to the first knuckle and curling it just right.

Harry’s head tipped back instantly, a groan tearing from his throat like it had been waiting there for hours. “Oh fuck—”

Louis watched, mesmerized. The way Harry’s mouth fell open, soft and desperate, his throat stretching as his Adam’s apple bobbed with every moan. His chest rose with shallow breaths, flushed and wrecked from just one finger.

Louis pulled back slightly, then pushed in again. Then he added a second finger, easing it in with a stretch that made Harry jolt, hips twitching forward as a strangled sound escaped his lips.

“You’re already this desperate?” Louis muttered, voice thick. “Fucking soaking for me, and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Shut up—” Harry hissed, voice shaky as he ground down harder onto Louis’s fingers, chasing every curl, every scissor that stretched him open just right. A moan slipped from his lips with each thrust, high and wrecked, like he couldn’t hold it in if he tried.

Louis’s free hand worked hastily at his zipper and button, fumbling with urgency. He should’ve stripped down the second Harry walked into the tent looking like sin, but now he was too far gone—he needed to feel him.

He shoved his jeans down just enough, dragging his cock out with a quiet grunt, stroking himself slow and firm as he watched Harry ride his fingers like he was made for it. The sight was fucking obscene—Harry flushed and panting, legs spread wide, eyes glassy and mouth slick from where he'd bitten into his lip.

“God, look at you,” Louis breathed, fingers fucking deeper as Harry whimpered, “so fucking needy, like you’ve been waiting for this all weekend.”

Louis pulled his fingers out slow, and the soft whine that slipped from Harry’s lips at the loss made his cock twitch.

“Go on, angel,” Louis rasped, voice thick with want. “Pull those little shorts off for me.”

“Fuck me in them,” Harry panted, breathless and flushed, reaching back instead. He tugged the fabric to the side, just enough to expose himself, lifting his hips and shifting until Louis’s cock pressed right up against his entrance.

He didn’t wait for permission. He never did.

Harry pushed back slowly, the thick head breaching him inch by inch, gasping as it stretched him open. “Fuck—”

Louis groaned, nearly losing it at the sight. “Knew you wouldn’t wanna take them off,” he growled, hands gripping Harry’s thighs tight, fingers digging into soft skin. “Knew you wanted me to fuck you just like this.”

Harry moaned low, sinking down until he took every inch, seated fully in Louis’s lap, those tight red shorts rucked up around his hips and clinging to his thighs for dear life.

“Christ, you feel unreal,” Louis breathed, rocking up into him slow, deep. “Fucking perfect.”

Harry lifted himself just enough to start moving, then ground back down slow, rolling his hips before bouncing steadily in Louis’s lap. His hands gripped Louis’s shoulders for balance, knuckles white from how tight he held on, head tipped back as he fucked himself down on Louis’s cock like he needed it.

The cot creaked beneath them, loud and rhythmic, and Harry knew damn well the surrounding tents could hear every filthy sound they made—but he didn’t stop. If anything, it made him go harder.

“Fuck—feels so good,” Harry gasped, breath catching as he dropped his head to Louis’s shoulder, teeth grazing hot skin before biting down. “You’re so fucking big, Lou—stretching me open just right.”

Louis groaned, fucking up into him with rough, eager thrusts, his hands gripping Harry’s waist like he was trying to keep him there forever. “You’re taking me so well,” he growled, voice rough. “So fucking tight around me.”

Harry moaned again, body slick with sweat, bouncing harder now—chasing it, giving in completely.

The sounds echoing through the tent were downright obscene—skin slapping, the cot groaning under them, and Harry’s wrecked little moans spilling out with every hard thrust of Louis’s hips. It was relentless, filthy, perfect.

“Go on, baby,” Louis growled, breath ragged as he slammed up into him. “Take it. Fuck—just like that.”

“Lou—fuck, Louis, touch me—please,” Harry panted, voice cracked with need. He reached down, tugging his sticky red shorts just low enough to free himself, his cock flushed and leaking, already twitching for attention.

Louis released his grip on Harry’s thigh, hand sliding straight to his cock and wrapping around it without hesitation. He stroked him fast, rough, in time with each bounce—his grip tight, dragging his thumb over the head with every pump, letting Harry practically fuck into his hand.

Harry choked on a moan, throwing his head back. He stilled in Louis’s lap, switching to slow, grinding rolls of his hips instead—deeper, filthier, more drawn out.

“Yeah? That feel good, baby?” Louis panted, leaning back just enough to angle up harder, fucking into him with fast, ruthless thrusts now. “You gonna come all over me like that?”

Harry nodded, lips swollen and slick from how hard he’d been biting them. His thighs were trembling, sticky against Louis’s from sweat, muscles aching—but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

“Don’t stop,” he gasped, voice breaking with each thrust. “Don’t fucking stop. Please—please, fuck—”

Louis groaned, guttural and wrecked, his grip tightening. One hand slid down to clutch Harry’s ass, fingers digging in as he drove up harder, deeper. He could feel his orgasm coiling, tight and dangerous in his stomach—and with the last bit of strength he had, he flipped them over in one fluid motion, pressing Harry’s back to the cot with a heavy thud.

Harry let out a sharp gasp, head hitting the mattress as his breath caught in his throat. The shift knocked the air out of him—but fuck, the way Louis hovered over him, flushed and panting, cock still buried deep inside—it only made him moan louder.

Without thinking, Harry wrapped his legs around Louis’s waist, heels digging into the small of his back. “Fucking ruin me,” he whispered, eyes glassy and dark. “Don’t stop until I can’t feel my legs.”

Louis didn’t need to be told twice.

He fucked into him harder now, fast and unforgiving, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the tent like music. He leaned down, bracing a hand beside Harry’s head, the other still wrapped tight around Harry’s cock, stroking him in perfect rhythm—fast, rough, desperate.

Their eyes locked, nothing else needed. No words, just the heat between them, the frantic breath-sharing, the broken moans spilling from both their lips.

Harry’s body tensed under him, a high, breathless whine tearing out as he came hard, spilling over Louis’s hand, thighs trembling, heels digging deeper into the small of Louis’s back.

“That’s it,” Louis growled, eyes wild, breath ragged. “Good fuckin’ boy.”

He gave one last, brutal thrust before pulling out, hand pumping himself just twice more before he came with a low, guttural moan, hot release striping across Harry’s stomach.

Both of them were trembling, bodies slick and tangled, the air thick with sex and sweat and satisfaction.

“Holy shit,” Harry breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly, legs sliding bonelessly off Louis’s hips. He looked wrecked in the best way—flushed, fucked-out, and glowing.

Louis stood for a moment, catching his breath, then reached for some rumpled shirt he’d clearly abandoned yesterday, using it to wipe the mess from Harry’s stomach with gentle, practiced strokes.

“Those fucking shorts—” Louis panted, swiping his sweaty fringe off his forehead. “They’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Exactly why I wore them,” Harry smirked, adjusting the hem back into place as he sat up, elbows propped on the edge of the cot like he hadn’t just been absolutely railed into the mattress.

Louis let out a breathless laugh, dropping down beside him and flopping onto his back with a groan. He draped an arm over his eyes, grinning like a man defeated. “If I have to suffer another Glastonbury next year with her—I swear—I’m gonna need you back here in even sluttier shorts. No excuses.”

Harry nudged him with his knee, grinning. “Done. I’ll even bring the matching crop top.”

Louis let out a strangled moan. “Christ. You’re gonna kill me.”

[zouisfics]

Thank you to all the amazing writers who participated in this round of the zouisfest! We will be back for round 4!

⭐ Tease Me, Please Me by 4ureyesonly28 @evilovesyou

Zayn had done so many different jobs since she’d gotten out of university; some more interesting than others, but this one was taking the cake. There was something unbelievable in her being cast alongside all these gorgeous, seductive women to titillate theatre-goers in a brand new burlesque bar in the West End. It wasn’t exactly what her parents had imagined when she’d dreamed about getting on stage in a West End show, but over the past months of rehearsals she’d really learned that the artistry of burlesque was deeply personal to her.

⭐ you're on my mind (love) by we_are_the_same @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

It’s been five years and Zayn still feels the ghost of Louis’ hand on his throat whenever he can’t breathe.

There used to be a point in time when he craved it; the way his pulse would do an uptick, the way blood would rush through his ears and everything would feel faint, but these days it’s nothing like that. These days it’s only panic tightening his chest and stealing the breath from his lungs, and no amount of trying to calm himself down works anymore.

It doesn’t help that no one understands. Well, one person would, but he’s the exact person that’s got Zayn in a panic right now, and there’s some morbid kind of humor in that, because of course Louis still manages to control his breathing when it’s been five years since they were last even in the same room.

Or, more accurately, four days, eleven months and twenty-eight days. But who’s counting?

⭐ we could stay at home or watch the sunset by @louislittletomlintum

“Can I give it a go?” Louis asked curiously, like when he was impatient to have a turn on the Xbox.

Zayn side-eyed him, not believing what he was hearing.

“Give what a go?” Zayn questioned wearily, though he feared he knew exactly what was being asked.

“Your dick. Give it a bash. I just wonder how it would feel, like, if I were to have a cut cock. You can have a pull of mine if you like, if you’ve wondered the opposite,” Louis proposed, handing the offer out like it was a packet of crisps.

or the one where zayn's somehow surprised watching a porno together could lead to all of this

⭐ It's Two AM And I'm Cursing Your Name by pigslay @fifthnormani

Zayn and Louis are both team leaders at a kids' theatre summer camp. Zayn may be hot, but Louis' group of twelve year olds is SO going to put on a better play than Zayn's group of twelve year olds.

⭐ time can always heal you (if you let it) by loammy_jean @sugarcult

5 times where they heard one of each other's songs on the radio, and 1 time one of them eventually decided to reach out to the other.

OR: After Zayn leaves the band, the resentment between him and Louis burns the most. They do an excellent job of avoiding seeing each other in the years that follow. But as is the nature of fame, they can't stop hearing - or hearing about - each other.

⭐ some version of you by croisblue @forwhatiam

It’s almost been a month since Zayn up and disappeared from Louis’s life.

⭐ flashing lights by @todayisdeadinside

"Want to head to the roof? Bit busy down here." Louis suggested, his tone deceptively casual. Zayn wasn't dumb.

He was going to say no.

He was.

OR: A songfic based on BeFoUr by ZAYN

⭐ terracotta heart by wordsnnotes @quelsentiment

Then he sees him.

Zayn. Leaning against a wall, removed from the brunt of the crowd, his eyes staring into space. A vision so familiar that Louis feels like he’s been projected back into 2014 for a second.

Maybe that's what makes him walk towards him—automatic reflex, muscle memory, old habits die hard. But old habits never die, he’s starting to suspect.

⭐ wh*re d'oeuvres by larry-hiatus @emilarry

Louis is a bit shocked when his best mate/fwb Zayn reveals that he’s been going to a restaurant where patrons can get blowjobs under the table. When Louis tags along and meets Harry and Niall (and even the cute waiter Liam), he begins to understand why Zayn loves it so much.

⭐ Somethin' Misread Or Somethin' Got Said by @lululawrence

Zayn keeps getting texts. This wouldn't be an issue if he knew who most any of the people sending the texts were, but he doesn't. He doesn't know who they are, why they're texting him, or even how they got his number.

Until he does, thanks to a kind soul he only knows as xxxSHADOWLORD420xxx.

⭐ a sign from fate by lvinlou @lvinlou

When he saw him, he could confirm that he hadn’t just stolen his calm, but also his breath.

He hadn’t even reached the table yet, but he knew it was him. The voice, which he remembered clearly despite the alcohol, matched perfectly with the man in front of him. And when those hazel eyes lifted from the menu and met his, he could swear his legs gave out.

Zayn smiled at him and God, he could swear he was the most handsome man he had ever seen.

[allwaswell16]

These are all the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in April 2022. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 in April including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #37 | ko-fi | fic recs

-Larry-

🌸 Love After the End of the World (series) by @mercurial-madhouse

(E, 168k, soulmates au, soulmarks, post-apocalyptic, strangers to lovers, ot5 friendship, side Ziam, PTSD, character injuries, violence, blood, angst with a happy ending, pining, dual pov, found family, smut, I'm so blown away and this fic took over my entire life, truly one of the best fics I've ever read)

When staying alive is already a constant battle, the deadliest weakness is to be in love.

🌸 Examine by sitandadmire / @louistomlionson

(E, 42k, famous/not famous, famous Louis, soccer player Louis, doctor Harry, neighbors, closeted Louis, injured Louis, angst with a happy ending, I read this as an anonymous wip and was so happy to find out who wrote it!)

After moving to Los Angeles and becoming famous, footballer Louis Tomlinson falls in love with a doctor who lives in the same building.

🌸 Best Snog Ever by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 13k, co-workers, neighbors, Australia, inspired by Best Song Ever, friends to lovers, banter, social drinking, flirting, pining, hiccups, fluff, smut, this was a delight!)

the one where Harry wants Louis, and Louis wants Harry, but neither of them can seem to manage to seal the deal until Niall, the always helpful bartender, comes up with an inventive cure for Louis’ hiccups.

🌸 it's time to find your wings again by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 12k, fantasy, supernatural elements, myths, magical Harry, phoenix Harry, supernatural prison, prison guard Louis, angst with a happy ending, mentions of death, strangers to lovers, xenophobia, character development, this was so fascinating and had such a creepy atmosphere, a true allegory)

His fascination for supernatural creatures had turned into something most closely resembling loathing over the years, due to the many stories of their evildoing, and although he still doesn’t believe in hanging them for their crimes, he does believe in keeping the town safe.

🌸 Hail Harry, Full of Grace by @homosociallyyours

(T, 5k, girl direction, religious content, Catholicism, summer camp, high school, based on Girl Almighty, fluff, this was so lovely and sweet and I related to the religious aspects so much)

Harry loves God and Louis loves Harry.

🌸 Copy Of A... by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

(E, 5k, established relationship, pwp, sex toys, bdsm, mirror sex, dirty talk, smut, this was so much more than a pwp, there was a uniqueness to it that I loved!)

Harry really loves Louis' dick.

🌸 this is my jam by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 4k, historical, 1990s, gay bathhouse, closeted character, strangers to lovers, exhibitionism, mentions of HIV/AIDS, safe sex, hopeful ending, smut, it pained me to put the historical tag lol, this was so hot but so much more than just hot, I have a lot to say about this fic)

Harry goes to a gay bathhouse for the first time. 90s AU.

🌸 lord knows i've tried (can't get her off my mind) by whensheflies / @choface

(M, 3k, girl direction, high school seniors, pining, Harry pov, Catholic school, secret crush, bisexual Harry, religion, masturbation, this was amazing omg)

a catholic school girl direction au.

🌸 Putting it in! by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou , BringMeADream / @whatagreatproblemtohave , foreverfanficaddict / @chaotic-bells

(T, 3k, crack, humor, sexual innuendos, golf, dick jokes, ot4 friendship, this was hilarious!)

Liam has problems controlling his length, Louis has problems controlling his tongue, Harry is very protective over Louis' balls and Niall? Niall just really wants to have a foursome at the golf course.

🌸 two much water by safetyfilm / @thestylinsons

(E, 3k, part 2 of piss bucket series, canon divergent, concert, watersports, kink exploration, desperate Louis, this was A LOT and I high recommend if you're into this kind of thing)

Louis still has his regularly scheduled pee break, but it's harder to handle. 

🌸 Let Me Take Care Of You by @tommokat

(M, 3k, canon, established relationship, long distance, Louis' fractured elbow, hurt/comfort, some tears, fluff, smut, fun and sweet!)

Louis' in Poland with a fractured elbow and Harry's in California, but all he wants is to take care of him.

🌸 Late Night Talking by @germericangirl

(E, 2k, canon, established relationship, long distance, Louis' fractured elbow, pwp, phone sex, hurt/comfort, soft and smutty!)

Louis breaks his elbow, Harry is upset he can’t be there to take care of him. 

🌸 Baby, Don’t Apologize by @neondiamond

(T, 1.8k, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, asexual Harry, insecure Harry, established relationship, fluff, no smut, this was so soft and lovely)

Harry being an asexual Omega means his Alpha Louis has had to spend his ruts alone for the past decade despite being mated.

-Rare Pairs-

🌸 darling just dive right in by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 5k, Zayn/Louis, exes to lovers, misunderstanding, childhood friends, reconciliation, arranged marriage, angst with a happy ending, pining, loved these poor idiots)

Louis can’t think of a worse place to be than at the Malik estate, attending his ex boyfriend's wedding.

🌸 From the Depths by @fallinglikethis

(T, 2k, Liam & Niall, Niam friendship, sea creature Liam, loneliness, hurt/comfort, found family, this was so beautiful and meaningful)

When a new resident moves to town, the creature in the lake is curious. 

🌸 For the Love of Honey by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 2k, OT5 friendship, uni, roommates, humor, crack, bees, Liam pov, this was hilarious and somehow so easily could happen)

"What's this for?" Liam asks, rushing to take the weight away before Louis hurts himself. "The bees, Liam!" Louis motions vaguely around himself to where there are definitely no bees.