FIC REC #1D - SORT YOUR HEAD AND FACEDOWN (NC17 HARRY/LOUIS)
Betsy somewhat owns my soul through many fandoms... but this fic is just. SUPER LOVELY
and secretly i want it to be true
SORT YOUR HEAD AND FACEDOWN by one of my favourite people mentalistecbm
NC17 | alternate!universe!through!magic!au thing hehe, so much LOVE and the SEX and how a world could possibly be that I would be entirely happy with forgetting a lot that's happened in the past year.. well in my head canon and just everyone is lovely and the fluff and the romance and the JUST GO READ IT (oh and that one part that wrecked me as much as it wrecked harold. MY HEART) THE HIPSTER SHIRT!!! | 26k
summary: "What if you'd had the chance to make that one thing different?" Harry gets sent to an alternate universe where most everything is the same and most everything has changed.
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Louis finally replies, "will we make it? Only time can tell." He taps the side of Harry's neck in a request for him to bend his head down the few inches so Louis can wash his hair. Harry grabs the shampoo and hands it to Louis, tilting his head back and sighing contentedly once Louis' hands start massaging his scalp. The angle is uncomfortable but the feel of Louis' hands in his hair more than makes up for it, his fingernails scratching gently before turning Harry so he can rinse.
"Probably not," Harry tells him after spitting out the bitter mix of water and shampoo that sneaked its way into his mouth.
"You're supposed to comfort me and tell me it'll all be fine, Styles." Louis ducks his head as Harry does his hair for him, stepping under the spray of the water only a minute or so later. They're both clean now, body and hair sparkling, but neither makes moves to exit the shower or even turn off the quickly cooling water. Louis looks at Harry, hair dripping into his blue eyes, and swipes Harry's own wet fringe off his forehead, leaving his hand up on Harry's neck and stepping closer. "What type of boyfriend are you?"
"A shoddy one, I'd imagine," Harry breathes, closing his eyes as Louis pulls him down for a kiss and reaching a hand out to grip at the fleshy skin of Louis sides, pressing them chest to crotch. Louis' mouth is slick and cold and chapped and, all things considered, the kiss probably isn't the best, but it's comforting and soothes Harry's nerves almost all the way. If he's got Louis, he can do anything, he thinks. Knows.
When Louis pulls back, pecking at Harry's mouth once, twice, three times until the two of them are smiling wide and doing stupid faces at each other, he comments, "I don't know. You might not be too bad after all."
crossposted at 1dhotrecs
and secretly i want it to be true
SORT YOUR HEAD AND FACEDOWN by one of my favourite people mentalistecbm
NC17 | alternate!universe!through!magic!au thing hehe, so much LOVE and the SEX and how a world could possibly be that I would be entirely happy with forgetting a lot that's happened in the past year.. well in my head canon and just everyone is lovely and the fluff and the romance and the JUST GO READ IT (oh and that one part that wrecked me as much as it wrecked harold. MY HEART) THE HIPSTER SHIRT!!! | 26k
summary: "What if you'd had the chance to make that one thing different?" Harry gets sent to an alternate universe where most everything is the same and most everything has changed.
read it because of:
Louis finally replies, "will we make it? Only time can tell." He taps the side of Harry's neck in a request for him to bend his head down the few inches so Louis can wash his hair. Harry grabs the shampoo and hands it to Louis, tilting his head back and sighing contentedly once Louis' hands start massaging his scalp. The angle is uncomfortable but the feel of Louis' hands in his hair more than makes up for it, his fingernails scratching gently before turning Harry so he can rinse.
"Probably not," Harry tells him after spitting out the bitter mix of water and shampoo that sneaked its way into his mouth.
"You're supposed to comfort me and tell me it'll all be fine, Styles." Louis ducks his head as Harry does his hair for him, stepping under the spray of the water only a minute or so later. They're both clean now, body and hair sparkling, but neither makes moves to exit the shower or even turn off the quickly cooling water. Louis looks at Harry, hair dripping into his blue eyes, and swipes Harry's own wet fringe off his forehead, leaving his hand up on Harry's neck and stepping closer. "What type of boyfriend are you?"
"A shoddy one, I'd imagine," Harry breathes, closing his eyes as Louis pulls him down for a kiss and reaching a hand out to grip at the fleshy skin of Louis sides, pressing them chest to crotch. Louis' mouth is slick and cold and chapped and, all things considered, the kiss probably isn't the best, but it's comforting and soothes Harry's nerves almost all the way. If he's got Louis, he can do anything, he thinks. Knows.
When Louis pulls back, pecking at Harry's mouth once, twice, three times until the two of them are smiling wide and doing stupid faces at each other, he comments, "I don't know. You might not be too bad after all."
crossposted at 1dhotrecs