OMG OMG AU WHERE HARRY IS AN EMPLOYEE AT A STORE AND LOUIS WALKS IN AND ASKS FOR HELP AND THEY GET INTO A FIGHT ABOUT SOME RANDOM SHIT AND THEN HARRY GETS FRUSTRATED AND GOES LIKE “SEE THIS IS WHY ALL STRAIGHT MEN ARE PIECES OF SHIT” AND THEN LOUIS GOES “FUCK YOU BITCH GUESS WHAT I LIKE DICK TOO”
pls someone write this i need it to live in quarantine i would but i’m 46 updates behind on my fic rn i’m a CLOWN
When you read certain words in a larry fanfic, you immediately know who it’s referring to, faster than lightning. Fact of life. As true as the fact that at least half the fandom cried when Harry cut his hair. So in Larry fics, here’s how logic works:
Zayn = Greek god
Liam = puppy
Harry = “the curly boy”
Louis = “great ass”
Niall = tHe iRiSh oNe
If you don’t make this connection then HELLO NEWBIE :))
Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.
Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.
tags:abo dynamics, au - sports, journalism, enemies to lovers, masturbation, anal fingering, sex toys, alpha harry, omega louis, angst, developing relationship, worldbuilding, lingerie, mating cycles/in heat, first time, virgin louis, bottom louis, top harry, blow jobs, anal sex, body worship, dom/sub undertones, rimming, dirty talk, pet names, rough sex, coming untouched, manhandling, spanking, kink negotiation, breathplay, cowgirl position, emotional sex, nipple play, mating rituals
When his best friend tried to shove a piece of paper right under his nose, Harry was quick to bat it away.
“Lou please, I’m trying to work, I was really getting somewhere with this one tricky sentence,“ Harry groaned, not lifting his glance from the various sheets piled in front of him. His small desk space was littered all over with books, pencils, and even more books, most of them battered and their pages yellowed by their sheer age.
“There’s a reason I like working in the library, you know?“ Harry sighed. “It’s nice not having Peppermint constantly step on whatever it is I’m working on and demanding attention every second.“
Harry finally looked up at his best friend, and found that there were indeed some similarities between his cat and Louis. He was giving Harry the exact same glance Lucy liked to fixate him with when Harry denied her access to his desk.
Apart from that, Louis was equally irresistible. “What do you want?“ Harry asked, marking the spot where he left off translating with his finger.
“Look!“ Louis proclaimed excitedly and way too loud for any common library, and once again held a piece of paper right into Harry’s face. Their library, however, was luckily far from common and on top of that, Harry and Louis were - as usual - hidden away in the dimmest corner. Harry took the sheet into his own hand and waited for Louis to enlighten him further about what exactly he was looking at.
“I just looked up that one commentary, you know, the one Payne wants us to read for Latin Literature III, about Juvenal?“
Harry nodded, urging Louis to continue. Meanwhile, he inspected the paper and the scribblings on it further.
“Yeah, and this fell out!“ Louis finished the story excitedly.
“So why don’t you put it back in and read the damn commentary? You could bring it over when you’re done, I need to look some things up as well, for example-“ Harry said, giving the sheet back to Louis.
Louis didn’t let him finish his sentence. “But Harry, no, honestly, you haven’t even taken a proper look at it! It’s written in some sort of code,“ he said, lowering his voice as if he were telling Harry a secret.
Harry sighed. “Louis, there are so many weird people in this library studying weird languages. Somebody must’ve forgotten their notes in this book, happens all the time. We’re probably one of the most normal people, juststudying Latin. D’you remember that one guy sitting in our spot last time? The one with the fat metal chain round his neck and the satanistic-themed shirt with… what… ancient Viking runes on it or some shit? There’s so many strange people around.“
“I’ll bet you that this is no known language, it’s a code!“ Louis insisted, holding the paper back into Harry’s face.
“You must’ve read too much The Three Investigators or Five Find-Outers or something when you were little, Louis. Let it go and just fetch the commentary, please.“
Louis sighed, but let Harry return to his translation homework. “I’m taking a photo of it, though, and I’m gonna find out what this is,“ he insisted.
“You do that,“ Harry mumbled.
X X X
“Have y’all gotten anywhere with that damn translation homework yet?“ With a thump, Niall sat down next to Louis and Harry in the lecture hall, spreading his things all over the writing surface and interrupting their conversation.
“Hi to you, Niall,“ Harry greeted Niall. “And no, I got stuck at a particularly terrible sentence, I’ve got no idea whatsoever what it’s supposed to mean.“
“Sounds like it might be an ancient dick joke once again,“ Niall joked, poking Harry in the ribs.
“Might well be, I’ll leave it up to you to detect those. Everyone should do what they do best,“ Harry was quick to respond.
“Oi! Now I’m getting a reputation for being the local dick joke expert?“ Niall asked, feigning exasperation. “All it takes is finding a boyfriend and pointing out what was definitelya dick joke in class once?“
“Well, mate, better deal with it,“ Louis piped up. “I haven’t even started on Juvenal yet, but I dug up that commentary and-“
“Not again,“ Harry groaned and shot a desperate look at the clock. If he was lucky, the lecture would start soon and he would be spared to hear all of the so-called mystery Louis had discovered.
Harry had no such luck, it was still five minutes early; however, Niall seemed little more interested than Harry himself, which filled Harry with some hope that Louis might let it go soon.
Five minutes early became five minutes late, became ten minutes late, became fifteen minutes late. Around then, everybody in the lecture hall started checking their phones for e-mails that might announce that the lecture had been cancelled, some people left the lecture hall, some others started busying themselves with other work.
Harry checked his e-mail as well, but turned up empty-handed, just like everybody else.
“Maybe Rexha had an accident on her bike,“ Niall suggested to explain their professor’s absence. “She nearly ran me over with it last time, did I tell y’all? She’s a crazy biker and I was just walking through the underpass, totally oblivious, not harming anyone, and suddenly she just-“
Niall was interrupted by said professor bursting into the lecture hall, her coat flapping, her usually neat hair completely messed up and sticking to her forehead. She did give off the impression of just having narrowly escaped an accident. Without a word, she dumped her satchel on the lecturer’s desk and only then looked up at the now-silent students.
“Dear students, I have a very sad announcement to make. As you might notice, I am deeply affected and distraught, but I understand that you must and deserve to know as well. Nothing more than a mere half hour ago, Mr Payne was found in his office, dead. We do not know anything more as of yet, and I ask you not to jump to any conclusions and make any unjustified assumptions. All of his lectures will of course be cancelled until further notice, although this certainly is not our first concern now.“
“What? That can’t be true,“ Louis exclaimed in shock, a bit too loudly. Mr Payne had been a favourite for almost everyone at the department, although he insisted on burdening the students with insane amounts of homework.
“I’m afraid it is, Ms Tomlinson,“ the professor addressed Louis. “I don’t want to believe it, either, but I am afraid that we have to accept this fact. As I cannot answer any questions you might have, let us now turn our attention to ancient Roman culture, as we must. I am sure that it would have also been in Mr Payne’s interest to continue this lecture as best as possible.“
X X X
“Again, Lou, this is not The Five Find-Outers, he probably had a heart attack or something,“ Harry repeated. “As terrible as it is, it’s not getting better if we start circulating conspiracy theories.“
“It’s not a conspiracy theory, Harry. People do get murdered, you know? It doesn’t only happen in horror movies,“ Louis insisted.
“I agree with Harry,“ Niall said, “maybe he read a shockingly terribly student essay and, you know… No, sorry, that was actually tasteless, sorry. Payne was a good sport, despite all that homework. I’m just trying to wrap my head around all of it.“
“You’ll see soon enough that I wasn’t just fantasising, I’m sure!“ Louis repeated.
“Okay, Lou, you can say told you so when that happens, alright?“ Harry tried to settle his best friend, “we’re all just in shock, that’s all.“
X X X
The rumours that Mr Payne might not have died a natural death spread all throughout the department like a wildfire. Still, it was expectable, what with Mr Payne still being young and not known to be seriously ill. As could have been expected as well, Louis was in the middle of all the theories, although he didn’t spread his thoughts beyond their friend group.
Only two days after the news had started spreading, Harry saw him in the library, bent over the fat commentary he had fished the sheet of paper out of.
“Busy conspiring again, are we?“ Harry joked when he sat down next to him, setting down his laptop and a few books of his own.
“Yes, and I might even be getting somewhere,“ Louis replied.
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