this is a masterlist full of english lb fics! feel free to check out what interests you the most.
¡ translations and adaptations of any of my work aren´t allowed. all fics can be found on ao3 !
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m = mature | f = fluff | a = angst
ao3 | english
— louis bottom:
lonely lullaby | m/a | 12.4k | fic post
"louis is obsessed with amphetamines and harry is the only one who can get him. however, the thought of seeing him die of addiction seems terrifying."
I’m fine | f | 6.4k | fic post
“harry and louis pretend that the intimacy they shared the night before never happened, until louis has to go get his cell phone from his apartment. or where louis escapes as fast as he can from the apartment, he spent the night in and is forced to return after forgetting his phone.”
quiet resource | m | 6k | fic post
“so harry really has bought louis a collar with a bell dangling just to hear it jingle every time he trust inside him.”
hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect | f | 4.7k | fic post
“harry and louis have only met a couple of times thanks to a friend they have in common. now they go to this party where they don't know anyone and decide to give each other a chance. or where louis gets invited to a party by a friend who never shows up, and spending the night with a curly guy he vaguely recognizes is better than anything else.”
pure imagination | f | 5.7k | fic post
"where Louis is a writer with insomnia trying to continue the second part of his book and suddenly finds himself caught up in an absurd and ridiculous situation with a thoroughly sloshed stranger who claims to adore dogs."
my new fic is completed n up on ao3: glass coffin <3 hope you guys will enjoy it as much as i did writing it. note: please read the tags before reading it, and so sorry but you have to have an ao3 account to read since it's private. happy reading!♥️
The December wind rushed into his house through the door but it's the warmest he has been in a while.
"Hey you," Harry said, a bouquet of sunflowers held between them. He had crinkles by the his eyes because of his smile. A smile that was like a thousand suns, "Happy Birthday."
"But you said you wouldn't be here until after New Year's Eve?"
Harry brushed a kiss over the back of his hand, "What, you thought I wouldn't be here for your birthday? My husband? My sun? My Lou? My sunflower? My boobear—"
"Oh, enough."
One interview and he wouldn't ever live this down.
"Happy Birthday, Boobear," One kiss to his forehead, "Happy Birthday, Boobear," He slid his hands down to Louis' waist while he kissed his eyelids, his cheeks and the tip of his nose, "Happy birthday my Boobear. Happy birthday, Boobear."
"H, you know I don't mind Boobear when you're the one who says it?"
It elicited a soft laugh out of Harry, "Sure, Lou."
Louis buried his head into his shoulder to hide his smile, "Thank you."
"Why, because I forgave you even when you didn't choose me to play you in your biopic? Or when you said boobear is a horrible nickname?"
"Oh, you little shit—"
"I'm taller than you."
Louis shook his head, "Thank you for being here and there is no need to be sassy on my birthday, Mr. Styles."
"The morning after the proposal she thought she’d wake up feeling different, complete, happy, or at the very least ready. But all she could think about was telling Louis and how much she didn’t want to do it."
Harry never leaves their small town, Louis goes away to college. Neither of them are happy.
Featuring complicated feelings, girls who love each other, and the American Dream.
i published another fic on ao3 the other if you’d like to check it out!
8 Hours in Paris
All flights to the UK have been cancelled, forcing all passengers to stay in Paris. Harry comes across a stranger who offers spending the day with him and bets him they’ll be in love before they fly home. Will Harry win the bet?