hey there,
i’ve seen you’re into larry fics (good taste btw). i’m writing one right now that’s absolutely feral — it’s called Saints & Sinners (Or Whatever the Hell We Are) and it’s a dual timeline disaster:
present day (2025), featuring molly-laced sex clubs, rooftop breakdowns, fake pap walks, Harry in Vatican or doing one of his random-ass side-quests, post-Soccer Aid emotional carnage, and Glastonbury
past timeline from xfactor tryouts through all the cursed lore (e.g. new year’s eve 2011, babygate, cakegate, stockholm, everything we’ve tried to emotionally repress).
it’s R-rated, emotionally devastating, high on tension, low on chill. harry’s a lovesick menace in lace, louis is dissociating in Costa Rica, and they’re both stupidly obsessed with each other in the way that makes you want to cry and then reread it at 3AM.
i post multiple times weekly (because i’m mentally ill and consistent) and i’d love if you gave it a peek. no pressure. just me here, on my knees. metaphorically. unless that helps.
if you ever feel like reading it, i’ll owe you a spiritual blowjob or something equally meaningful ♡
