FIC REC #1D - AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY THOUSAND DAYS (NC17 HARRY/LIAM)
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AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY THOUSAND DAYS by fallfreely
NC17 | PINING! OH THE PINING! canon, tattoos and boys being stupid and HOT!SWEATY!DANCING and near threesomes and just the very best of miscommunication fic! | and here's the cincher - its 61k | harry/liam (past liam/danielle) harry/liam/ofc, harry/ofc
summary: Harry sings in a band, travels around the world, gets a lot of new tattoos, and falls in love.
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Liam wanders over to see what Harry’s writing, and Harry tries to shield it with his hands, complaining that he’s not finished. Liam just puts his huge hands around Harry’s wrists, prying him away like Harry doesn’t have an inch of height on him, like Harry’s built like a bird instead of with wiry muscle and sinew, like manhandling him is easy. Harry’s heart rate picks up, he can’t help it. He swears under his breath about it while Liam reads aloud:
“All the stars will tell the story.”
It’s unfinished, so Harry fills in the rest- “Of our love and all its glory.” He rubs at his wrist. It doesn’t hurt, but there’s a smudge of black on the inside of it that looks like Liam’s thumbprint. Harry is very much trying not to think about making that mark permanent; what it might look like as a pair of bruises, maybe, pressed below the cut of his hipbones.
Liam’s eyebrows rest together for a second before his expression clears, probably remembering the lyrics from all the times Harry’s flopped down next to him on a couch or a plane and jammed a headphone in his ear. He grins, saying, “Ah, I might have known. Is this about Romeo and Juliet, then? Or just your tragic, one-sided affair with the King.”
Harry bites his tongue over the tragic unreturned love bit, but forces himself to smile, make a joke. “It’s never one-sided with me. Anyway, I just like bringing back a classic.”
Liam looks like he doesn’t buy this, but he doesn’t call Harry on it, just teases: “Huh- suppose you’re not just the empty-headed, dimpled waif we see on all those magazine covers, then.”
“And you’re not a puppy-faced saint, either,” Harry counters.
“Used to be, maybe,” Liam says.
“Until Tommo happened to you, right?”
“Yeah, that,” Liam agrees, and then Harry would swear, absolutely swear, that Liam’s gaze drops to Harry’s mouth, just for a second, and Liam says, “I definitely don’t have the will of a saint. I wouldn’t say my thoughts are the purest, either.”
also crossposting at 1dhotrecs
i have feelings of the I ADORED thiS AND NEED TO REREAD IT AGAIN KIND
AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY THOUSAND DAYS by fallfreely
NC17 | PINING! OH THE PINING! canon, tattoos and boys being stupid and HOT!SWEATY!DANCING and near threesomes and just the very best of miscommunication fic! | and here's the cincher - its 61k | harry/liam (past liam/danielle) harry/liam/ofc, harry/ofc
summary: Harry sings in a band, travels around the world, gets a lot of new tattoos, and falls in love.
read it because of:
Liam wanders over to see what Harry’s writing, and Harry tries to shield it with his hands, complaining that he’s not finished. Liam just puts his huge hands around Harry’s wrists, prying him away like Harry doesn’t have an inch of height on him, like Harry’s built like a bird instead of with wiry muscle and sinew, like manhandling him is easy. Harry’s heart rate picks up, he can’t help it. He swears under his breath about it while Liam reads aloud:
“All the stars will tell the story.”
It’s unfinished, so Harry fills in the rest- “Of our love and all its glory.” He rubs at his wrist. It doesn’t hurt, but there’s a smudge of black on the inside of it that looks like Liam’s thumbprint. Harry is very much trying not to think about making that mark permanent; what it might look like as a pair of bruises, maybe, pressed below the cut of his hipbones.
Liam’s eyebrows rest together for a second before his expression clears, probably remembering the lyrics from all the times Harry’s flopped down next to him on a couch or a plane and jammed a headphone in his ear. He grins, saying, “Ah, I might have known. Is this about Romeo and Juliet, then? Or just your tragic, one-sided affair with the King.”
Harry bites his tongue over the tragic unreturned love bit, but forces himself to smile, make a joke. “It’s never one-sided with me. Anyway, I just like bringing back a classic.”
Liam looks like he doesn’t buy this, but he doesn’t call Harry on it, just teases: “Huh- suppose you’re not just the empty-headed, dimpled waif we see on all those magazine covers, then.”
“And you’re not a puppy-faced saint, either,” Harry counters.
“Used to be, maybe,” Liam says.
“Until Tommo happened to you, right?”
“Yeah, that,” Liam agrees, and then Harry would swear, absolutely swear, that Liam’s gaze drops to Harry’s mouth, just for a second, and Liam says, “I definitely don’t have the will of a saint. I wouldn’t say my thoughts are the purest, either.”
also crossposting at 1dhotrecs