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1986, Hawkins Indiana. Stoner, nerdy, metalhead Harry Styles sells drugs to the boy of his dreams, seemingly perfect overachiever, head Cheerleader Louis Tomlinson. It wasn't supposed to become a Thing. OR, a Stranger Things HellCheer au (without all the death)
Based on prompt 473 for the @bottomlouisficfest :)
For the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2024, we’re bringing back writing parties!
Each writing party will be two hours long, though of course you do not need to write the entire time if your schedule doesn’t permit it. You are under no obligation to participate in any or all of the writing parties, but this can be a great way to motivate yourself to write over the next several months. It will also provide an opportunity to both give and receive encouragement - and to have solidarity with your fellow writers as you all work on your fics simultaneously. 😊
Here is the writing party schedule, as it currently stands:
Each writing party will be posted about in advance, but it might still be helpful to save this list of dates and times as a reminder to yourself. We’ll see you there, writers!
It’s time! We’re excited to announce that sign ups for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2024 are officially open - and they will remain open until May 12, 2024 at 10:00AM ET. If you have a prompt you really want, we’d recommend you sign up right away, but if you’re less picky about prompts or if you’re signing up as a beta or a Brit-picker, you can take your time.
Prompt submissions for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2024 are officially closed! Over the past week, we received 514 prompt submissions. Thank you to everyone who submitted a prompt. We’re so grateful for your enthusiasm for this fest!
If you’re a writer, beta, or Brit-picker who is interested in signing up for the fest, please remember that sign ups open on Sunday, April 14th at 10:00AM ET (GMT-4) and close on Sunday, May 12 at 10:00AM ET (GMT-4).
Prompt submissions for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2024 are now open! If there’s an idea for a bottom Louis fic that you’ve always wanted written, submit it and one of our participating writers may choose it when sign ups open on April 14th. Anyone can submit a prompt and writers are not required to submit prompts to participate.
Please note that we ask people to submit up to three prompts. We will remove this limit if we need to, but we want to try and compile only the best and most unique prompts so writers have an amazing selection. Choose your best ideas to submit!
We’re excited to announce the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2024! After the last five incredible years of this fest, we knew there was no doubt that we had to provide another opportunity for talented writers to share more amazing fics with us.
Our goal is for this to be a fun and motivating opportunity for writers, not something burdensome and stressful. We will do whatever we can to help participating writers make it through the fest, but if you have any concerns or want further information before the BLFF begins, please don’t hesitate to reach out.
If you’re interested in participating and would like reminders before prompt submissions open on March 31 and/or writer sign ups open on April 14, let us know. We’ll be happy to remind you the day before through Twitter, Tumblr, or email.
Today we have the fifth part of our short fic rec list! All of the fics on this list are a nice quick read that is less than 10k. If you missed the other parts to this rec list, you can find part one here, part two here, part three here, and part four here. Happy reading!
While fooling around in a closet at a New Year’s Eve party, Louis can’t seem to keep quiet. All he needs to do is hold off until midnight, when Harry will finally uncover his mouth and let him come at full volume.
2) Heaven In These Sheets | Explicit | 3,557 words
Bunny Hybrid Louis has it out for his boyfriend’s phone.
3) Tide’s Deathless Death | Explicit | 4,350 words
The Red Serpent gleamed in all of her marvellous glory from where she was anchored a meagre few miles away from the land. Her flag waving proudly in the afternoon sun. The image was certainly memorable, of the flag, that is; a serpent coiled viciously around a human heart, fangs sunken into the organ and blood oozing from the very spot. If not for the ship herself, the flag had its own repute of conveying the message that the captain was not to be trifled with. There was no single man who had survived after taking up arms against the captain. Well, there was one man, but including him amongst the hoard of common faces would be a foolishness on the feared-by-all captain’s part. That man currently stood silently staring after the captain, palm curled around the handle of his blade, and teeth clenched in anger. He was certainly going to relieve all the navies of their plight by taking down the captain. At least then, in his relatively newfound life of piracy, he would have done one good deed.
1986, Hawkins Indiana. Stoner, nerdy, metalhead Harry Styles sells drugs to the boy of his dreams, seemingly perfect overachiever, head Cheerleader Louis Tomlinson. It wasn't supposed to become a Thing. OR, a Stranger Things HellCheer au (without all the death)
Based on prompt 473 for the @bottomlouisficfest :)
Louis Tomlinson Birthday 🎉
–> MoodBoard
the worst thing that could possibly happen to ao3 is it being put on the app store so please stop asking for it because you don't understand what would happen if that went through. ao3's whole deal is it archives EVERYTHING, while the apple app store's whole deal is keeping everything clean and safe. so if ao3 were to have an app all of the 'bad' stuff, including nsfw in general, would have to be censored at best or would be purged at worse. the google play store is more lax but who fucking knows what GOOGLE would police if they got their hands on the archive. do not ask for an app. do not use third party apps. it's on mobile browser functioning perfectly, just fucking use that before you ruin everything for everyone please.
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 / explicit (13k)
The night was cold and bitter, much as he was. Though it was only early evening, darkness had already fallen over Winterfell, the snow a thick white blanket coating the grounds and the spires of the First Keep.
It wouldn’t be Winter for a while according to his father, but Harry could tell that it now felt like it was on its way. The cold wind whipped his dark, tousled curls back and forth, biting at his cheeks until they were pink. He wrapped his fur lined cloak tightly around his tall frame to keep out the cold. It worked for the most part.
“I won’t marry him,” Harry said into the night, his voice steady and confident; the exact opposite of how he felt. If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought she left since he was only met with silence. Dead leaves rustled in the trees below like they were whispering their approval of his defiance against his family’s orders.
“You will,” Anera replied calmly, her expression neutral.
Or, the Game of Thrones ABO AU where Harry is of the North, and Louis cannot be burnt.
இ moodboard by @cowboyharrystan இ written for the @bottomlouisficfest
1986, Hawkins Indiana. Stoner, nerdy, metalhead Harry Styles sells drugs to the boy of his dreams, seemingly perfect overachiever, head Cheerleader Louis Tomlinson. It wasn't supposed to become a Thing. OR, a Stranger Things HellCheer au (without all the death)
Based on prompt 473 for the @bottomlouisficfest :)
“What the fuck are you on—holy shit,” Louis gasps, looking down at his own hand to see a white gold band wrapped his left ring finger. “Wh-what is going on?” “Sure is a conundrum,” the man muses, realization flashing in his green eyes. “I-I’m not married, I can’t be married,” Louis mumbles to himself, staring wide-eyed at the ring, heart racing a mile a minute. AKA: Harry and Louis get drunkenly married in Las Vegas, as one does.
Prompt 127: A fic based on the movie “What Happens in Vegas.” for @bottomlouisficfest
Main Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Rating: Explicit Status: Complete Word Count: 21k Summary: What the fuck did he just do?
“Harry?” the demon asks as he tries to catch his breath. Louis looks like he’s been fucked to hell and back. His eyes are half-lidded in what Harry can only describe as erotic bliss, even as his crumpled form lies on the dirty ground.
The incubus truly is a sight for sore eyes. He’s gazing up at Harry with those infuriatingly pretty heart eyes as if he's hung the very moon.
This is wrong.
This is all so fucking wrong.
Or: Harry is a dedicated sentinel with a strong aversion to demons, and Louis is the lovesick incubus who will go to any lengths to win Harry's heart.
Written for the @bottomlouisficfest 🍓⚔️
“What the fuck are you on—holy shit,” Louis gasps, looking down at his own hand to see a white gold band wrapped his left ring finger. “Wh-what is going on?” “Sure is a conundrum,” the man muses, realization flashing in his green eyes. “I-I’m not married, I can’t be married,” Louis mumbles to himself, staring wide-eyed at the ring, heart racing a mile a minute. AKA: Harry and Louis get drunkenly married in Las Vegas, as one does.
Prompt 127: A fic based on the movie “What Happens in Vegas.” for @bottomlouisficfest
louis tomlinson “i’m happy that they’re good friends… if that” quote of the century methinks
