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Where I End and You Begin by @starryhazelou (starryhazelou)
“You know you’re kind of a brat,” Harry muses, eyes firmly on Louis as he leans back crossing his arms over his chest.
Louis smirks, “You’re not the first one to say that big boy, but I’ve learned to take it as a compliment.”
Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.
Harry’s brain repeats to himself while Louis glides a hand across his face.
He’s so screwed.
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Global rock sensation Harry Styles is set to perform in his sold out residencies across six major cities. What happens when his usual makeup artist can’t make it and they hire the most beautiful human he’s ever laid eyes on? Surely it couldn’t be that hard to remain professional
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Darkest Before the Dawn by @daggerandrose (amomentoflove)
Harry Styles has standards. His coffee must be a cold brew with one pump of vanilla and a splash of cold cream. His computer must be catty-cornered on his left. His sketchbook must be directly in the center of his desk. He must have a cork board on his right to pin fabrics, sketches, and other inspirations he finds.
But most importantly, his space,—work or living,—must be organized. He doesn’t understand how people live otherwise. Everything has a place and it must be in its place in order for him to get anything done. Which is why he grits his teeth every time when he walks into the fashion workroom and sees Louis Tomlinson’s workspace.
It’s chaos. He’s chaos personified. He’s annoying, loud, and well… not as creative as Harry is. His designs are unimaginative and plain. Harry doesn’t understand how Louis managed to be accepted into the fashion program, but he supposes some people have to slip through the system.
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your memory over me by @shimmeringevil (shimmeringevil)
Three years have passed since Louis last saw him, but all it took was a few minutes in Harry’s presence for him to be relegated to the desperate twenty-one year old that was practically begging his boyfriend for an ounce of reassurance that he still cared about him.
Harry shouldn’t be here. He’s brought too many unresolved feelings with him, that Louis thought he’d never have to face.
It’s Harry’s apparent apathy that’s the most difficult to come to terms with. Anger, he could handle. Regret, he would welcome. But Harry’s amiability, and carefree demeanor can only be born from indifference.
He’s moved on. He doesn’t care. And that is something Louis doesn’t think he’ll ever be strong enough to face.
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OR - The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.
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Where I Burn to Be by @pleasing-louis (pleasinglouis)
There were very few people who managed to get under Louis’ skin as effortlessly as Harry had, and even fewer who had done it in only a day and a half. It was quite an accomplishment, really. They’d only interacted a handful of times and yet Louis had the insatiable desire to slam the locker into that frustratingly well-defined face that never seemed to hold any expressions other than contempt and arrogance.
“That’s right. I do own the skies. And you wanna know why?” he sneered. Without his boots on, Louis was a fair bit shorter than Harry, his eyes pretty much level with Harry’s chin and his socked toes bumping into the boots of the other man, close enough that Louis could make out the tiny scar on Harry’s brow and the individual shades of emerald in his irises. He was handsome, but that only made Louis hate him more. Heart thumping heavily against his sternum and his hands balled into fists, Louis lifted his chin defiantly and plastered a coldhearted smirk across his lips. “Because I’m the best goddamn pilot here.”
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aka the Top Gun AU
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Not Safe For Work by @greenblueish (bluegreenish)
I want to drown myself in Harry’s scent until I smell like him.
“I think I'm open to trying that too. Sounds very good.”
Louis shakes his head a little to get out of the Harry’s-scent-spiral. “Huh?”
“The dish your finger's pointing at. I thought that might be what you’re choosing?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
or, the one where the boys work at Niall's fashion start-up 28 Programme Designs, and omega Louis has a lot of not safe for work thoughts about his colleague Harry, but little does he know that the alpha can read minds.
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Swap me for your shadow by @lunarheslwt (lunarheslwt)
“…I’m just … so in love with him.”
Louis blinked.
What???
This hushed revelation from Harry came like a gunshot- loud - and made his heart plummet. He could hardly process it, as he stood there freezing in the wind, hidden behind the balcony door.
Harry was … Harry was in love?? Since when??
The shock and confusion that had fallen over him like a bucket of ice was slowly washed over by a feeling that ran hot and acidic. Somehow, it gripped around his lungs tighter, more cruelly.
Harry was in love with someone….and it wasn’t him.
If Louis thought being in love with his best friend was a knife that continually twisted into his heart before, it was nothing compared to when Harry started to go around talking about having fallen for someone else. A 5+1 fic; 5 times Louis has to listen to Harry’s vague confessions of love for his ‘omega friend’ and the 1 time Louis snaps and confesses his love for Harry.
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There is Thunder in Our Hearts by @the-cheshire-pussy-cat (thecheshirepussycat)
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)
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You Bring Blue Lights To Dreams by @starryhazelou (starryhazelou)
A body slid up behind him and he tensed until he realized it was Jailen, “So… Louis’ pretty cool huh?” He whispered so Louis wouldn't hear from the other side of the barn.
“I mean yeah,” Harry responded, brows furrowing together before he realized what Jailen was really saying, “Jailen no that’s not- no. Nothing’s going to happen so don’t meddle, I’m serious.”
“I’m not doing anything my dear Harold, I cannot control what happens naturally. Come on Harry, I know you’ve been getting restless with the whole finding your soulmate thing, it might be time to just try and put yourself out there for a while.”
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Finding your soulmate had been described to Harry as, “finding the answers to the universe.” As the years passed, he would become restless trying to find his. Everyone was born with identical birthmarks on their bodies tying them together. With the combination of living in a small town, along with having a mark that was constantly obstructed by clothing, he was beginning to lose hope.
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in deep devotion by @lovehl (ifthat)
“I think the folk here think I’m an Omega,” Harry voices out loud.
His suspicions began shortly after he arrived to Wright. Wherever he goes, this strange behavior follows. That type of treatment reserved for Omegas.
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Bend the Rules by @youreyesonlarry (youreyesonlarry)
Prompt 588: Lous hires a ‘ghost cooking’ service because his family is worried he’s not eating well and he wants to impress them by showing them what an amazing cook he’s become. The service includes sending a discreet cook to your house and have them get everything ready so that you only serve and take the credit. Problem is, his sisters (can be OCs if that’s more comfortable) get to his flat earlier than planned and the actual cook has to hide in the master bathroom for hours. Louis is mortified. The cook is amused and helps him to clean and well. Gives him a thorough service. Feel free to pick your fave as the cook.
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Your name is tattooed to the bottom of my heart by @meloummy (meloummy)
Prompt 114: a PWP where Louis gets an arse tattoo with Harry’s name for his birthday.
Or where Harry likes to mark what is his and receives a very special surprise fulfilling one of his fetishes; to see Louis marked for life with something related to him and in one of his favourite places.
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Death Wish by (Speechless)
Louis hates vampires, he lives his life trying to kill as many as he can, night after night, year after year.
He hates them.
Then why the fuck is he kissing one?
Again.
“I mean it, Harry.” Louis says, into his mouth this time. “You need to get the fuck away from me.”
Based on Prompt 403: If having more chemistry with a villain than with your own boyfriend was a crime, then Louis would be in jail. Or the hero slowly falls in love with the morally grey character AU
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splash me across the silver screen by @pleasing-louis (pleasinglouis)
Harry shrugged. “Maybe you just need to get even more outside your comfort zone. Maybe we need to try something a bit more… adventurous?”
Curiosity successfully piqued, Louis tilted his head and toyed with the fringe dangling from his lace shrug. “Like what?"
“We, uhm—maybe we try filming you in more compromising positions,” Harry suggested carefully. He kept his tone low and even as he studied Louis’ expression, hands skating over his curves soothingly. If Louis didn’t know any better he might have thought that Harry was talking about filming him naked. But that couldn’t be right—could it?
“Like porn?”
Or Louis is a struggling actor who gets nervous when he's being filmed and Harry comes up with a plan to help him relax when the cameras are rolling.
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Love Me If You Dare by @boosbabycakes28 (BoosBabycakes)
Harry and Louis’ friendship starts with a game, after a simple dare. The two little boys quickly become the best of friends and referees of their own game.
Unfortunately, as they grow up, they sometimes become the victims of it too.
With them, everything is possible. They are capable of daring each other to do anything.
But will they dare confess their feelings for each other?
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always an angel, never a god by @outropeace (outropeace)
To understand the level of deep water Louis was in, one first needed to know he has had the same best friend since he was five. Ethan Astor was family to him—a friend who he loved deeply despite their differences. A friend he would do almost anything for. So when Ethan came to him with the plan, no matter how he felt about it, Louis accepted it.
At first, it was simple, he just had to flutter his eyelashes at any of the boys that showed interest in Ethan, and if they fell for it, he just dumped them without telling them the reason. Somehow, the rumors spread around campus that Ethan had an insufferable friend they had to somehow win over to reach him. Like a final monster before getting the princess.
Or: Harry likes Louis’ best friend and there's a rumor that in order to get a chance with him, he should woo Louis first.
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The Wild Night to Memory Loss to Soul Mates Pipeline by @the-cheshire-pussy-cat (thecheshirepussycat)
“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.
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love is pain, pain is pleasure by @louixamor (louixamor)
After a series of disturbing events threaten his safety, Louis has no choice but to hire a new bodyguard.
Enter Harry, an incredibly attractive, judgmental asshole who hates Louis’ guts.
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I just wanted to thank all the amazing authors that are on this list, as well as the ones who aren’t. Of course there’s many more incredible fics that came out this year, i couldn’t possibly include them all.
Thank you to all the talented authors that have spent their time this year writing beautiful stories for us, thank you for sharing your talent with us.
A special thank you to the @bottomlouisficfest, thank you for hosting the lovely fest that gave us so many amazing stories. ♡
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Sunday snippet
Hi!! Here’s a long-ish snippet from my upcoming @1daboficfest bc I have no self control. Aka the feral alpha au. I wasn’t tagged, I just wanted to share, but I’ll tag a few ppl below!! Also this is unedited and unbetaed, oops.
“Harry?” he uttered, voice soft, as he took a few more tentative steps.
In response, a guttural growl filled the room, echoing against the bare walls, as Harry continued to grunt and growl with his head still buried between his arms. Terrifying, ferocious, ricocheting around the room and in his head. Despite Louis’ determination to not be affected, his omega trembled at the sound, and a high, stressed keen left his lips as he involuntarily slid down the the wall to his knees.
And he wasn’t sure what caused it, but the relentless growling ceased, quieting to low rumbles. Still menacing, but less harsh. Louis took a moment to suck in deep breaths. He felt a little silly as he then started shuffling forwards on his knees, but he kept at it.
“Harry, hey,” he tried again, voice dropping to a calm, silvery tone, inherently soothing. Omega voices were not always effective in the way alpha voices were; they tended to be most effective usually on family, partners, or children. But it was always worth a try.
Harry was shaking like a leaf now, his rumbles sounding more distressed than agitated. Louis’ omega almost couldn’t stand to see an alpha in such distress. He moved towards him bit by bit, approaching him like he was a spooked creature that had escaped the wild. The resemblance was uncanny.
When he was roughly five feet away from Harry, he was stopped from getting any closer by a warning growl. So he sat, on his haunches, with his hands held out to show he meant no harm. “I’m not here to hurt you. I won’t get any closer if you don’t want me to….you’re safe.”
No response came from Harry, other than panting breaths, and quiet grunts.
Feeling emboldened by the fact that Harry had made no move to scare him off viciously, much less attack him, Louis continued speaking to him in the same tone. “I just want to talk, Harry. Nothing else, okay? The betas that came in did not want to hurt you. None of us do.”
When Harry made no move to stop him, Louis shuffled closer just a little more. “I know you’re scared. This room isn’t so nice, huh? Neither is being brought in somewhere against your will, I know. But-”
Louis took a deep breath.
“-this is a safe place. We are here to help you. I’m here to help you.”
The next moment, Louis found himself transfixed, stilling mid shuffle as Harry slowly lifted his head and met his stare dead on. Piercing green eyes bored into him- a little dull, a little lifeless, yet intense all the same- pinning him in place.
A helpless gasp fell from Louis.
Tagging: @larry-hiatus @babyhoneyheslt @onlythebravest @nooradeservedbetter @hellolovers13 and anyone who wants to share a snippet!!
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