#larry durrell

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i am so glad i invested in josh o'connor stock when my family watched the durrells in 2016

[mcumorningstar]

HIS MUSE

pairing: larry durrell x reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, erotic letters, body worship, oral (f receiving)

summary: after your relatives forbid you from seeing larry durrell, a series of notes begin to appear.

a/n: yes i snuck in an atonement reference🤭

Having relatives on the Greek Island of Corfu lent itself to the most brilliant summers a girl could ask for.

Swimming in the crystal blue ocean, running through the cobbled streets of the town centre, picking fresh fruit at the market and riding donkeys along the beach.

A girl. Not a woman.

The summer of your 18th year you were worked until your bones were sore and your cheeks ached from the forced smiles.

For three consecutive summers, you worked at your auntie and uncle’s bar as a waitress. Men often flirted with you or asked to take you out. Unless you wanted to face the wrath of your uncle, you always refused.

That was until Larry Durrell sidled up to the bar, folding his sunglasses into the pocket of his shirt and placing his book on the bar top.

“Two of your finest whiskeys,” He ordered with a cheerful grin.

After an all-day shift, you simply nodded and retrieved his order, like a well-oiled machine.

“My name is Larry Durrell,” He announced to fill the silence, “I’m an author. Are you native to the island?”

“I moved here two months ago,” You smiled forcefully, too exhausted from the sun and workload for conversation.

“How wonderful! I can show you around if you’d like,” Larry leaned forward onto the bar, a striking smirk across his lips, “I have lived here for almost a year.”

“That won’t be necessary,” You replied, exchanging the drinks for his money.

“Are you sure? I know some excellent spots,” He sipped his drink and raised his eyebrows.

There was an air of confidence surrounding Larry and it was hard not to get sucked into his natural charm.

“What’s your book about?”

He faltered for a moment before sunshine burst from his features and he grinned giddily, “What isn’t it about! I can bring you a copy if you’d like?”

He lit up with hope and so you nodded politely, “Yes but you’ll have to bear with me, I work a lot.”

Larry shook his head, “I wouldn’t worry about that. More reason to visit you.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you couldn’t help but laugh with him.

Larry chanced a look outside where his brother Leslie was sat before reaching over to brush his fingers over yours, “Can I buy you a drink?”

Yes.

Swatting a dish cloth and yelling with a thick Greek accent and broken English (although it was miles better than your Greek), your uncle ran over, “No! She not interested! Go away!”

Larry backed away with a boyish laugh, grabbing his book and rushing across the cobbles with Leslie. Biting your lip, you fought back girlish giggles.

He flashed you a cheeky grin and a small wave before he disappeared around the corner. Your uncle grumbled to himself, wildly gesticulating with his hands.

“He is trouble! He is English! Stay away from him!” He jabbed a finger at you. Ordinarily, he was a lovely and generous man but you were under his care while you were in Corfu.

Nodding, you got back to work, hoping to see Larry Durrell again.

A few days later, a book appeared on the bar top while you were serving customers. There was no sign of Larry other than his name in bold print on the front cover of the novel.

It was hours later that you sat on the beach and thumbed through your new gift when a hand-written note slipped from the pages.

“She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”

The following stanzas were written and attributed to Lord Byron. You didn’t know what most of it meant but a girly giggle fell from your lips as you covered your mouth.

He sent you a love poem. What a gentleman.

After the first note, he began to visit you in the alley behind the bar, only able to steal a few minutes of your time.

More notes began to appear over the following few weeks, either handed to you directly or tucked away for you to find.

“Tell me, my darling. I want to know everything about you.”

“My beautiful, exquisite darling. Starry nights are reminiscent of your glittering eyes.”

“You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read." — Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Hand-written notes piled up in the box under your bed, and you reread them over and over. Larry was a writer, an artist, and you were seemingly his muse.

Three weeks after your initial meeting, you bumped into Larry in town with his brother.

“Good morning Durrells,” You smiled, offering your hand to Leslie and introducing yourself to him.

Larry smirked at you, “Are you working today? I was thinking about going swimming.”

You nodded disappointedly, “But I finish at 11 if you fancy a night swim.”

Leslie guffawed, “That’s very unsafe. Mother will crucify you!”

Larry sighed with frustration. Leslie grinned, amused by his brother’s obvious affections and embarrassment.

Another note appeared later that night, rolled and sticking to the rim of a beer glass.

“Meet with me. Prepare for a swim.”

Larry smoked a cigarette on the patio of his family home, overlooking the ocean. He smiled when he saw you and pointed towards the path to the beach.

“Hello,” He whispered as soon as you were close enough, “How was work?”

“Tiring but I’m glad to be here… with you,” You whispered back, only raising your voice when you were far enough from the house.

God forbid you wake his family. What a mortifying way to meet them.

“Well then, I will refrain from challenging you to a race to the water,” His shoulder bumped yours, his smile infectious.

“You will do no such thing,” You shoved him and raced off down the beach.

Piles of your belongings were strewn about the beach, as you ran along the stone pier and jumped into the ocean in your underwear.

Larry rose from the water, shaking droplets of water from his curls. Swimming back to shore, he broke the silence, “Don’t ogle me too much when we get out. It’s very cold so I’m not on top form down there.”

You were in a fit of laughter, echoing around the high walls of the cliff.

Wrapping you in his arms, your back to his chest, Larry carried you onto the shore. He laid his shirt out for you to sit on, wrapping an arm around your back.

Although the sky was dark, the warm air brushed against your wet skin pleasantly.

“I finished your book,” You leaned against his chest, staring out at the glistening black water. Larry’s eyes burned into your skull as he awaited your thoughts.

“It was good. Filthy but good.”

Larry’s chest bounced as he laughed, “Leslie thinks I’m obsessed with sex. He once stole the X from my typewriter to stop me writing about it.”

“A fruitless effort, it seems,” You teased.

“I’m not. I write about it, and think about it, and talk about it but I don’t actually do it all that much,” Larry pulled back to meet your eyes.

Nodding, you smiled, “Sounds a little obsessive.”

“Well yes maybe,” He conceded bashfully, returning to your lax position against one another.

“Did you bring a towel?” You were never going to dry off in the moonlight.

Larry clicked his tongue and shook his head, the realisation dawning on him.

Hand in hand, Larry crept into his family home and left you in his bedroom as he went to retrieve towels, dripping salt water onto the floor.

The house was silent and it was slightly eerie, but Larry’s room was lit with a few candles. The warm glow was comforting.

Pages of paper spread across his desk and spilled onto the floor. A fountain pen sat in an inkwell and his typewriter sat pristinely in the centre. Books of all colours and sizes littered the shelves and floor.

Despite your efforts, you couldn’t help but have a closer look. A page of typed words sat in the typewriter, half-finished. Probably for his next novel.

The books beside his bed were a mixture of novels, notebooks and an… erotic poetry book.

Your interest was piqued. His novel was quite filthy so this wasn’t a shock and yet you found yourself thumbing through the pages.

Clippings of notes were hidden between the pages, all hand-written in Larry’s familiar cursive.

“I long to see you. I fear worsening the situation if I pose as a customer at the bar but my skin itches to feel the heat of your skin on mine. I burn for you.”

“Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever — or else swoon in death.” - Keats

“I want to kiss your cunt. Your sweet cunt.”

You failed to suppress a scandalised gasp. The door creaked open and you scrambled to put the notes back in the book.

Larry stared as you put the book back on his nightstand, avoiding his eyes.

There was no hiding your sudden shock. At least he had the decency to give you a sheepish smile.

“Did I mentioned Leslie thinks I’m obsessed with sex?” He attempts to joke, gesturing to the book with pink cheeks.

“I read your novel, Larry. I don’t know why I’m so… surprised.”

Silence stretched between you as you ran the towel over your sopping hair.

“I’ll walk you home.”

Something burned inside of you, igniting an unfamiliar but powerful flame. You reached for Larry’s forearm to halt him but refrained from touching him.

“Have you done that before?” You asked, forcing your eyes to stay on his, anxiously twisting your fingers.

Larry furrowed his eyebrows at you. Taking a breath, you searched through the poetry book and held open the page to show him the last note.

Silence hung in the air to taunt you, as he scanned the page.

“I have,” was Larry’s answer, closing the book and tossing it aside.

The space between you stretched for what felt like miles, and you desperately wanted to reach out to him.

Wordlessly, Larry stepped towards you and tossed your towel onto his desk chair before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Call me a philandering bastard, a pervert, and this all stops,” He softly spoke, warm breath fanning across your face. Green eyes traced your features for any signs of uncertainty.

Rising onto your tiptoes, you pressed a soft kiss to Larry’s lips. He didn’t react at first, savouring your decision.

He was quick to press his lips firmer against yours, introducing his tongue against the seam of your mouth.

His movements were so slow and sensual, licking into your mouth and kneading the fat of your hips.

Stepping backwards, you pulled him by his shirt to follow, warm bodies pressed together.

“Thought about this, ever since that first day,” Larry whispered hotly against the skin of your neck, kissing along the column of your throat.

Large hands lowered to grab at your ass, as you let your hands wander across the covered planes of his chest and stomach.

“Me too,” You whispered despite your nerves. It was barely audible but Larry pulled back to meet your wanting gaze.

Silently, he watched your features morph into something he had never seen from you. A pout on your lips and your brows pulled together. Want.

Larry kissed you again, passion and heat, as he lowered you onto his bed. The metal bed frame creaked loudly, groaning out in agony, and Larry winced.

“Your family…” You pressed a hand to his chest as he joined you on top of the sheets, pulling you against him. Larry just shook his head.

Warmth emanated from him, as his body covered yours, lying between your spread legs. The soft pass of his fingers brushed your hair out of your face and he kissed you, any thoughts of anything but him escaping your mind.

Larry pulled his shirt off, revealing his surprisingly toned and tanned torso, before urging you to do the same.

Clothes piled on the floor by his bed until you were both in your underwear, caressing warm skin and kissing like you were drunk on each other.

Hovering above you, Larry lowered his mouth to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth before lowering to your chest.

Soft gasps and moans tumbled from your lips at his attentive kisses, unhooking your bra and tossing it away.

His warm tongue circled your nipple, sucking and catching it between his teeth, before moving to the other. Large hands toyed with the seam of your panties, ignoring the desperate squirm of your hips.

Instinctively, you snaked a hand into his black curls and tugged at the strands softly. Larry pulled away with a soft ‘pop’ and gave you a wicked smirk.

His spit-soaked lips continued their descent down your stomach, littering your hipbones with red and soon-to-be purple marks.

“You’re ethereal… my goddess,” Larry stared in awe, resting his chin on the lowest point of your stomach to watch your chest heave, your skin flush and your eyes squeeze shut.

“Larry… please,” You whined, rutting your hips involuntarily and fisting your hand in his hair.

Kissing over the front of your panties, Larry pulled them down your legs and immediately lost them in the tangled bedsheets.

He positioned himself on his stomach between your legs, manhandling each leg over his shoulders.

His warm breath on your inner thighs made you shiver, combing your fingers through his hair.

Without warning, Larry pressed his mouth to your heated skin and licked a stripe from your weeping hole to your throbbing clit.

Plump lips closed around the bundle of nerves and sucked softly, laving his tongue wetly. A loud gasp escaped your lips and you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, panting deeply.

Larry repeated his movements, gripping your writhing hips firmly to hold you in place as your heels dug into his shoulder blades.

Sweat beaded on your skin and a rush of moans were poorly repressed. A string of spit fell from Larry’s lips, mixing with your arousal, before he resumed his ministrations.

The coil deep and low in your stomach wound tighter and tighter. You struggled to stay quiet, moans and whimpers of his name bouncing off the walls of his bedroom, and Larry was too thrilled to silence you.

Fisting roughly at his hair, you pushed him further against your sex, eliciting deep groans from him that vibrated against you.

One of his hands snaked up your torso, palming your tits before hooking two fingers into your mouth to muffle your cries of pleasure. Lust-darkened eyes watched you fall into a pit of pleasure as he licked and sucked at you.

The band pulled taut until it eventually snapped, your back arching off the mattress.

A loud cry erupted from your chest, muffled slightly by Larry’s thick fingers in your mouth. Your leg straightened over his shoulder and your thighs caged his head at the intense wash of bliss.

With a heaving chest and sweaty skin, you slowly came down from your high. Limply you untangled your hand from his hair and let him pull your legs from his shoulders. You were boneless and pliant beneath him, smiling lazily at him.

Larry smirked, kissing up your body before kissing your lips softly. He lay beside you as you both panted with pleased grins.

His erection tented his boxers but he stared at the ceiling with as much satisfaction as you, wiping his slick-covered mouth with the back of his hand.

Aside from your heavy breathing, silence filled the room until Larry turned his head to face you and you mirrored him, erupting into giddy giggles.

The first man to eat you out and make you cum.

Larry wrapped a strong arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest.

He kissed your head softly and whispered, “Satisfied?”

“Very,” You kissed his chest, your breath slowly evening out and your eyelids fluttering shut at the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.

Larry pulled your leg over his hips, getting into a comfy position cuddled up against the pillows.

Thoughts about leaving before his family discovered you escaped your mind as Larry smoothed a hand up and down your thigh, slowly drifting to sleep.

No matter how forbidden he was, you would be seeing Larry Durrell every chance you got.

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Mini Bot Dump:

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Larry Durrell- morning - Larry has been trying to rouse you for hours, tapping away the keys of his typewriter, closing doors just a little too loud, and yet you’re still completely zonked out in his bed. Maybe it’s the Corfu heat.

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Larry Durrell- corfiote- Larry met you, a local villager, and he’s been enthralled ever since. But when he wakes up and there isn’t a sign of you in the house, he swears he’s going mad.

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Carmen Berzatto- muppets and tattoos- When you ask Carmy to design a tattoo for you, you don’t think he’ll take it as seriously as he does. But now you’re here, weeks later, and he’s finally letting you see the contents of his sketchbook. (ps. this is practically self indulgent because i have been oddly fixated on the muppets recently x)

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Carmen Berzatto- runaway- When you, Carmy’s little sibling, turn up at The Bear, completely soaked and having run away from home, Carmy can’t not take you in.

note: there will be more bots coming out soon, i just wanted to feed you something while i had them ready instead of forgetting about them later x

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My Comfort Family

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Come away with me

Summary: When the Durrels decide to leave England for the wonders of Corfu, Larry immediately knows who he must bring along.

Requested by anonymous

A few months earlier

The rain spat violently against the hardened glass of y/ns bedroom, just another typical day in dreary England, not even a glimer of sun in sight.

The girl sat cuddled amongst her beds blankets, silently reading Frankenstien. Enjoying the comfort of her own presence, although couldn't help feeling that someone was missing beside her.

The sudden sounds of a commotion from downstairs didn't give her any rise or fall in emotions. She was used to it. The shouting, the fighting, often directed at her. Only after a minute she noticed this wasn't the usual screaming match as this time, what followed after the shouts were what sounded to be a pair of feet running upstairs.

Before y/n even had any time to process what was going on, the door flew open, and Larry appeared with his typical grin plastered on his face.

"Why hello." He smiled shutting the door behind him, throwing his hat at the coat rack.

"Did you know that your parents don't like me very much?." He laughed, flopping down on the bed next to y/n, wrapping and arm around her waist, causing her to chuckle.

"Yea I kinda guessed that from when they first met you and you told them you wanted to quit your job to become a writer."

"Honesty is the only policy my dear" He spoke holding up a finger to her.

"Yea well there's honesty and then there's you Larry." She chuckled, going back to her reading.

Larry leaned over, his head resting on her should.

"I've read this a thousand times" He mumbled ad she tried to hold her concentration. They proved to be difficult as the boy on her shoulder kept talking over her reading, clearly restless.

Finally after alot of fidgeting Larry spoke up.

"Speaking of honesty...."

"What did you do?" Y/n smirked sitting up.

"Well , now don't get annoyed." He began standing up.

"Oh no this is bad, your doing a speech."

"Well you see.....the thing is....my mother has made a rather....major decision."

"Rightttt?"

"And the decision was prompted by me, the first time she's actually taken my advice actually and-"

"Larry! Concentrate !"

"Right yes sorry uh where was I?"

"Big family decision."

"Right thank you. Yes the decision. The decision is you see ....that.... we're moving."

"Oh, moving where?"

"Yes well that's the thing, we're moving quite...far away."

"Well how far, Scotland?"

"No, further."

"Futher ?! How further Larry?!"

"Corfu." He said shoving his hands deep into his trouser pockets.

Y/n stood up, he eyes wide.

"Corfu?!" He nodded nervously as y/n walked up to him.

"As in Greece Corfu!? Another country?! In Europe!?"

"Yes."

"Your gonna leave me! Alone! With my parents!?"

"Now just listen-"

"Listen!? Larry you said we were going to get married! You said you loved me! You said I inspired your writing and-"

"I want you to come with me y/n." He interupted, clutching her by her arms.

Y/n couldn't help but smile with excitement.

"Really?"

"Yes! Your really the only one I can stand in my family, and I love you more than anything!"

"Your not so bad yourself ya know." She smiled putting her arms around his neck, the two gently swaying.

"As long as your family are happy with me going aswell."

"Well mother addords you and margo sees you practically as her sister, Leslie can tolerate you like everyone else and Gerry...."

"Gerry is...gerry?" Y/n laughed

"Yes gerry is gerry." Larry repeated chuckling.

"This is so exciting." Y/n spoke giving him a quick kiss. "You'll finally be able to quit that boring job and write!"

"See this is why I love you so much!" He smirked before going in for a deep and passionate kiss with y/n running her hands through his hair.

Larry pulled away gently to give them a breath but swiftly began to pepper light kisses across her jaw down to her neck.

"Larry my parents. " She squeaked laughing, trying to push him away, which resulted in him making his frowny face, giving her puppy eyes.

"Fine come here, but just be quiet mister."

"I make no promises ." He stated before quickly picking her up around his waist.

Present time

Tap tap tap tap tap tap

"USE A PEN AND PAPER LARRY!"

Y/n woke up to once again the sound of commotion about the house , though this time it was different. She felt the sun's heat cascade onto her skin as she lay across the bed gazing at her boyfriend who so busy tip taping on his typewriter, not even stopping for a breath.

"Sounds like you've got some good ideas going." She spoke in yawn, getting up and walking over him.

"Can't talk, busy writing." He mumbled taking another puf of his cigarette only to have y/n snatch it from his hand, putting it to her own lips, with Larry glancing up at her.

"Go, your distracting me." He mumbled as he felt himself being pulled away from his writing already.

"Aw poor baby." Y/n teased softy grabbing his jaw, bringing his lips to hers. After a few seconds of indulging in the kiss, Larry pulled away

"No goooo, I need to write."

"Fine fine." She giggled leaving with his dressing gown around her.

Downstairs

"Morning y/n." Mrs Durrell smiled as she arranged some flowers in the kitchen whilst Margo sat at the table reading some kind of fashion magazine.

"Morning all." She smiled taking a seat next to Margo "So what's today's top read Margo?"

"Today's Modern Women." She replied handing it to her.

"Sounds scandalously progressive." Y/n smirked whilst taking a read.

"I'm hoping it'll tell me how to find a man." Margo huffed palcing her head in her band.

"You don't a man Margo." Y/n laughed as she got up to help with the dishes.

"Well, that's easy for you to say. You have a one already."

"I do, although HE DOESNT SEEM TO WANT TO GIVE ME ANY ATTENTION THIS MORNING!" She shouted, making sure Larry could hear her over the sound of the typewriter.

"YOUR A BLOODY PAIN!" He shouted back at her causing the girls to laugh.

"Morning all." Leslsi walked in, gun in hand and a rabbit in another. "How'd everyone sleep."

"Didn't get much sleep if ya know what I mean." Y/n winked

"Stop! I do not want to hear about that. " He raised his voice before storming out.

"Do you hear that?" Margo stated, looking around the room.

"Hear what darling?" Mrs Durrel asked

"Yea I don't hear anything." Y/n agreed.

"Exactly, it's silent, no typing."

Before anyone could say anything else, the sound of Larry rushing down the stairs became evident to all in the household.

"It's finished! I've finished it!"

He ran in, clutching a bunch of papers.

"My first short story, I've finished it!"

Y/n coudnt help but smile at how excited Larry looked, she always loved seeing him passionate about the things he loved.

"I'm so proud of you darling." She rushed over to him, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Good, and you should be because I've had to put up with a lot of distractions from you." He chuckled only to resieve a stern look.

"Ooo I know that stare to well." Mrs Durrel chuckled

"NOT that I didn't enjoy those distractions." Larry spoke hurriedly, trying to save himself.

"Darling, I'm just messing with you "

"Oh yes of course." He laughed nervously "Now back to me and my writing."

"Urggh tell it to someone who cares." Margo huffed, getting up.

"You think I want to read that filth." Leslie scoffed from the other room.

Larry turned to his mother only to find her gone and busy cleaning some other part of the house.

"Ah Gerry -"

"No larry he's to young." Y/n laughed pulling him back from trying to find his very his little brother.

Larry looked down, she could tell he was disappointed no one wanted to read it, but his family did often overlook his creative skills.

"Hey, larry ? Look at me? Laryy-"

"I'm going for a walk?" He muttered pushing past her, grabbing his hat and headed out.

Y/n just huffed, she tries to be as supportive of his writing as she could be but it wasn't a messy when the rest of his family seemed to barely care

"Oh what's the matter with him?" Mrs Durrel commented as she saw larry leaving.

"No one seemed to care about his writing! "

"Oh but we do care! We just struggle to understand what it is he's writing about."

"Well please try harder. I'm going to find him." Y/n stated heading out to find the saddened writer.

"Larry! " She called looking around

"I think he's sat down at the beach." Gerry called from up a tree startling y/n.

"Thanks ." She waved back before heading down to the cove, seeing her boyfriend sat on the sand looking grumpy.

"Hey." She said in a cheery way and placing herself next to him, stealing his hat for her own head. Larry just rolled his eyes, trying hide his smile.

"That hats to big for you ya know." He commented trying to sound serious

"I know, but I like it." She smiled back.

The pair sat in comfortable silence and y/n inched herself closer to Larry, there arms touching.

"And what are you up to missy." He questioned with a snicker.

"You know they care about you " She spoke and noticed how his smile dropped.

"They just struggle showing it."

"I know, I just wish they were interested and excited as I was." He sighed.

"But I am! I think your amazing Larry and so talented, one day you'll be a famous writer."

"You think?"

Y/n was used to thia by now. His family rarely saw this side of larry, self-consciousness, and doubtful. Though she always loved to encourage him.

"I don't think , I know." She smiled giving him a kiss.

"Call me an amazing writer again." Larry smirked

"No you've got enough of an ego as it is." Y/n chuckled going stand up only to have her arm grabbed and pulled back down onto Larry's lap, his arms firmly wrapping around her.

"Is this you holding me hostage." She giggled

"Call me an amazing writer again? Please?" He spoke pulling a pouty face.

"Fineee only if you'll let me go then?" She asked earning a nod from him.

"You Laurence Durrel are an amazing writer.:

"Thank you." He smiled and gently kissed her lips, still latching on tightly to her.

"Now let me go!" Y/n laughed as she tried to wriggle free.

"Uh no I don't think I want to." He smirked and y/n gasped sarcastically.

"The betrayal!"

"Oh, shut up." He laughed, falling back onto the sand with y/n lying on top of him.

"I could get used to this." She whispered gazing into his eyes ,linking her hand in his.

"Well, unless your parents turn up to ship you back home,we've got all the time in the world."

The pair smiled as they cuddled on the sand .

"Young love ." Mrs Durrel smiled looking on.

"Looks pretty gross to me.' Margo snickerd

"STOP! I DO NOT NEED TO SEE THAT!" Leslie yelled down at the two making them laugh.

"Just ignore him." Larry chuckled placing a soft kiss on her head.

"Always do." Y/n responded with a smile

"WE HAVE BEDROOMS FOR THAT!"

Hello my darlings ♡♡♡

I hope you Durrels fans enjoyed this! Larry is such a great character and deserves a bigger fan base! So please make sure to request!

[grinchwrapsupreme]

he's so real

[blondie20000]

People may know Josh O'Connor as Patrick Zweig from Challengers or Prince Charles from The Crown but to me he will always be Lawrence (Larry) Durrell from The Durrells.

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larry durrell is such a bitch and i love him