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1) My Ugly Mouth Kept Running | Explicit | 4005 words
Another seed, another try except they know what caused the first wilt. They will be careful, they will be kind and together they will nurture it to life.
2) Dancing In The Moonlight | Explicit | 4587 words
Something weird twisted inside Louis’ belly, he looked again at Harry and noticed how hard he was trying to dismiss the omega without looking like a complete asshole. “We have a few classes together and sometimes we go out, I wouldn’t call him my bestie.”
Not when his cum was probably still dripping from inside of him and his belly was all marked by his mouth. They weren’t friends, they just developed a nice routine over the last few months where they helped each other with their classes—for almost two or three days—and then they fucked each other senseless as a reward. There was some take-out food and really bad movies in between but still, Louis was sure they weren’t friends.
3) The Truth Is, The Stars Are Falling | Explicit | 4636 words
Harry knows Louis is gay. Hell, he came out to Harry exactly two months ago (when the dreadful dry spell started) because it was becoming increasingly hard to hide the fact that his one night stands were men. And, you know, they’re best friends so there aren’t supposed to be secrets and all that.
Thing is, Louis told Harry he’s gay ergo, Harry is aware that Louis likes men. Why the fuck did he act so normal while fingering him three days ago, then? Is this something straight guys do to their gay best friends in Harry’s world?
Louis would really like to know.
4) "Why WAS There a Street Sign on the Floor?" | Explicit | 5761 words
Louis Tomlinson's been pining after his high school sweetheart Harry Styles ever since their painful split before the two went their separate ways for college. Will they let the Gator/'Noles rivalry keep them apart? Or will one night of football change the course for them in this game we call love?
5) Nobunny Like You | General Audiences | 5576 words
"Bunnies often get restless staying in one place for too long, so after many broken glasses and bruised knees, Louis regularly practices yoga to relieve some of the tension. Harry was glad Louis was relieving his tension—yoga made him even more flexible than he already was- but the tension in Harry’s pants was only building up, seeing that supple bum being presented so deliciously in front of him. If he could just reach out and—no. Louis is his best friend, Louis trusts him. He shouldn’t be thinking like that, Harry thought to himself."
6) On My Mind All The Time, Say You're Mine | Explicit | 9621 words
“Dude, we’re inside, and it’s night time. Those don’t look as cool as you think they do.” Louis could kick himself, he sounded so stupid, but it certainly got the guy’s attention.
It was at that unfortunate moment that he noticed several other things about this hot asshole, that he hadn’t noticed just staring from afar. First, when Louis spoke to him, his gaze was kind of unfocused behind his sunglasses, and secondly, that he had a red and white cane folded up under his arm.
“I’m… Blind,” the man chuckled, awkwardly.
Louis wanted to melt into a puddle out of pure embarrassment.
“I— am so sorry. I have to go.”
“Hey, wait, wait,” the man soothed, grabbing at Louis’ shoulders before he could get away.
“I’m sorry,” Louis repeated, looking down at his shoes.
“It’s alright,” He cackled. “I get it a lot. More than you know.”
7) Butterfly Kisses | Mature | 11832 words
Prompt #11: Himbo Harry is smitten with stem cell researcher Louis, who only dates smart people.
8) Got Me Feelin’ Like | Explicit | 12306 words
Harry flushes and gestures to the fairy’s face with his cup weakly, “You’re just like — really pretty.”
The fairy bites the side of his cheeks, trying to hide a grin and the way his face blushes, humming. “Sweet talking me won’t distract me from how massive of an obstruction you are. I’ve never seen a green refrigerator before, by the way. Very inventive.”
Harry gapes at him while he pours tequila in his cup. “I’m not a refrigerator, I’m—”
“—Peter Pan. Yeah, I heard.” The fairy waves his free hand and sips the tequila straight. Better yet, he doesn’t make a disgusted face, no full body shivers that Harry experiences when he drinks neat tequila. If Harry wasn’t devising a plan to marry this man when he saw him (he was), he definitely is now.
“I’m in love with you,” Harry says shamelessly.
9) Tennis Court | Explicit | 18285 words
Louis and Harry are co-workers and Louis is sure Harry hates him because he always refuses to help him with his heats.
10) Fairy Tales Of Yesterday Will Grow But Never Die | Mature | 20522 words
Louis purchased an old house that’s on the historic registry and needs a lot of work. As he uncovers its years of use and abuse, he finds messages on the walls that appear and disappear, even though he’s the only one living there. He asks a nearby handyman (Harry) for help in deciphering the mystery and romance ensues.
11) Cut the Sides, Don’t Touch the Back | Explicit | 21596 words
Prompt 87: Harry’s been talking about getting a mullet for so long and Louis hates how good he pulls it off.
Aka The Mullet Fic.
12) Player | Explicit | 28284 words
Louis’ job should be simple. Harry Styles, one of the top ranking tennis players in the world, is every publicist’s perfect client. He’s charismatic, enigmatic, and fit as fuck. The darling of the media, a national treasure, and a sponsor’s wet dream. He’s also a goofball with the kindest heart, sweet, and polite, and singularly focused on achieving his goals.
There are just two minor problems. Firstly, Louis’ debilitating crush on said client. And secondly, Harry has just accidentally Instagrammed a picture of his dick to his 18 million followers. So no, Louis’ job is anything but simple.
13) Fake It Til You Make It | Explicit | 28745 words
After a serious error in judgement causes Harry to lie to his frat brothers about being in a relationship, he begrudgingly enlists his best friend’s omega roommate to help keep up the charade. There’s only one small issue…
14) Fly On, Maybe One Day I'll Fly Next To You | Mature | 29545 words
The one where Harry is Peter Pan and Louis is his lost Tinker Bell.
15) Cold As Ice And Everything Nice | Mature | 40793 words
A young boy about Harry’s age was zoomed into the camera, blushing a bright red and breathing heavily and as he bowed. The crowd was cheering for him loudly and every movement he made was bashful and flustered. He had on a very nice skate dress that was purple. His name, hometown, skate scores, and all sorts of information was in a banner on the bottom half of the screen. He was really young, especially compared to all the other competitors, which was the second thing he noticed.
The first was that the boy was easily the prettiest in the entire world, the prettiest boy Harry’s ever seen. He felt his asthma squeeze his throat and his heart beat faster and his hands get a little more clammy.
16) Slow Dance In The Dark | Explicit | 52533 words
Louis dances around and Harry takes a leap of faith. Eventually, they fall.
17) Through The Wheatfields And The Coastlines | Explicit | 52855 words
The one where Louis needs inspiration, and a certain cowboy and his lamb are the perfect distraction.
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Teddy was five when he asked Harry if Cousin Draco was his special person.
“My special person?” Harry smiled and payed Fortescue for their ice creams.
“Yeah,” he grabbed his cone with his chubby, little hands and said through a mouthful of Chocolatey Froggity, “Uncle Ron has Auntie Mione and you have Dray.”, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
“Wha- no Teddy, I don’t have Dray- Draco. Malfoy.” Harry cleared his throat. “We are friends, like-,” Harry tried to think of an appropriate comparison and came up short.
“Like Ron and Mione cause Mione says Uncle Ron is her best friend but sometimes she just wants to hold his hand and kiss him on the lips and sometimes I think you want to hold Dray’s hand and sometimes-“ Teddy paused dramatically to lick the melted ice cream running down his hand.
This should have been adequate time for Harry to process the bombshell that his little Godson had just dropped.
“No, your Cousin is my friend.” Harry ruffled Teddy’s turquoise mop, and a dazed expression over took his face.
Draco - because let’s face it he’s been Draco in his head for a while now - was his friend. They were close friends. Well, through no intention of his own, Harry had spent a lot of time with Draco in the months after the war, what with them both caring for Ted when Andromeda didn’t feel up to it.
It wasn’t intentional, all the long nights they spent trying to get Teddy to sleep. Nor were the mornings he woke up to Draco’s sleep rumpled face buried into the crook of his neck when they’d both crashed on the couch.
Okay, that was one morning, but the look of short blond hair, softly curling at the tips and calm grey eyes hazily adjusting to the light of the day had stuck in Harry’s mind longer and more permanently than he’d realised.
Oh no. His plan today was to take Teddy in to Diagon to buy him his first training broom. And of course yet again, Draco was tagging along because how can I expect you to pick out an appropriate broom for young Edward when you can’t even pick out an appropriate spoon for eating cereal Draco had grimaced over breakfast two days ago. And Harry had smiled. Smiled at the insult! Oh Merlin when had this happened.
Mid existential crisis, Harry caught sight of a mop of white hair just as he heard “Dray!” And little feet began running over into Draco’s arms.
As he looked at Draco readily embrace his Godson, Harry made a decision. A bold one, but when were his decisions ever subtle? He strode over looping his arms around Draco’s shoulders and pressed his lips firmly to his temple and whispered, “Is this okay?”
“Uh- what. Oh, yeah of- of course” Draco stuttered out, pale cheeks kissed with pink.
Teddy beamed and Harry bent down to whisper in his ear, “I think Draco might be my very special person.”
So I was thinking what harry's thoughts were when he named his children and i ended up concluding it was full of batshit.. his first born was named 'James Sirius Potter' this makes Sirius a middle name so he ll b just 'James Potter'.. same with the consecutive to be 'Albus Potter and Lily Potter'.. So hear me out if he had named his children as 'James Albus Potter, Sirius Severus Potter and Lily Luna Potter' then his children will be 'James Potter, Sirius Potter and Lily Potter' it will piss off Sirius a lot but atleast the children will not have embarrassing names.. Its atleast a 70% win for them
In that exact moment, Draco regrets ever instance in which he’s intentionally boosted the boy’s ego --- nearly taking back every word of praise as he merely pins his boyfriend with a sidelong look of exasperation. Potter is a bespectacled atrocity, with hair constantly messy and bordering on primitive. He's unfashionable, reckless, heroic, annoyingly addictive to be around -- These are terrible, undesirable traits — except maybe the fit part — and Draco feels utterly helpless to the traitorous voice in his head, which says that none of these things matter; that while everything about Potter is unpleasant, everything about him is good too. “I suppose you are rather pretty,” Draco comments finally; aiming to bring a blush to the other’s cheeks as he allows his gaze to linger. “--- However, under-appreciated?” He snorts incredelously. “I reckon there’s a statue being erected in your honor as we speak, Golden Boy.”
Honestly in an alternate universe where Hermione was The Chosen One, you fucking KNOW she would've done her research, found out about the Horcruxes without Dumbledore's help, and killed Voldemort before the end of her fourth year. Cedric, Sirius, Dumbledore, Mad Eye, Dobby, Fred, Lupin, and Tonks wouldn't have died. The Wizarding world would have been spared years of violence and suffering. Having said that.....Harry being so SPECTACULARLY unobservant, bullheaded, and just stumbling the fuck through life with zero research, zero plans, and absolutely no clue what's going on (except for the valuable information and counsel he got from, duh, Hermione) made the series what it is. Harry never noticed a damn thing happening around him, so we as readers got to experience the plot twists and reveals right along with him. Harry was always underprepared, so his showdowns with Voldemort were suspenseful and unpredictable. Harry truthfully didn't know shit about magic outside of his natural talents (parseltongue, defense against the dark arts, flying) but that was a GOOD thing because, as readers, neither did we. We got to learn as he did. Basically what I'm saying is, Harry is super dumb, I don't necessarily even like him a lot of the time, but he's a great example of what a protagonist should be: relatable, flawed, a vessel through which readers can experience the story on a personal level.
