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these books should have been called Iskierka cause these two are the main characters to me
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saphirered · 3 years
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Heyyy! Long time to talk. I hope you’re enjoying your summer. I have a question about how you take requests: how specific do you like them? I saw you’re writing for EXU and I already live Orym. I would just like something soft yet funny, but I can request something specific if you’d like? Lmk 💜 thanks
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Heya! Summer's great. Hope you're enjoying yours. Requests can be as specific or nonspecific as you want them to be. As long as I know which character(s) I'm writing for and have an outline of what you want like you've done here I'm all good! Thank you for requesting and I hope this one's to your liking! 😘
Word had reached you a group of strangers had made it to the settlement of the Fire Ashari outside of Emon, among them the Air Ashari you’d been waiting for. He may have never been to Emon before but you’d met the halfling many times before in Zephrah. You’d spent plenty of time with the Air Ashari in your years but now finally, Orym got the pleasure of experiencing your humble outpost life out here himself. Well, that was the plan anyway. Sometimes plans go down the drain.
When Orym finds out several firetamers were absolutely obliterated leaving only two survivors; clearly not counting you among those two he feared for your wellbeing but much like the Ashari training provided and interactions, one must be in control of their emotions especially in these dire times. Someone would have informed him if you’d suffered an ill fate, right? He hopes so. You had been called back to the Flamereach Outpost months ago because things were spiking up and that did mean you’d be in the thick of it. All hands on deck, hence your premature separation back in Zephrah. 
Orym feels wrong to say but he couldn’t be more thankful for that earthquake. Seeing you running head first into unknown danger might not do good on his stress levels but knowing you’re alive, that’s all he needs for now. Not like he and his friends don’t run into danger straight after you. On to the Oh No Plateau.
In the aftermath you were the one to escort this little group of strangers plus Orym back to the outpost. They were already a little worse for wear not used to, deal with or resistant to the ash, dust and poisonous gases, the firetamers unanimously decided it’s best to help these folks down instead of letting them find their own way. You of course volunteered to take on this task and no one was going to object as they got enough from this group to know they’re trouble. Rather you than them.
Taking the lead you answered some of their questions. You have to admit the mentions of the ‘ash-hole’ broke you enough to send you into a laughing fit. The dwarf, Dariax felt quite accomplished as these folks, your folks seem a bit more rigid and reserved, much like Orym in his opinion so it’s good to see not all of them are stuck ups.
Fearne nudged Orym on with a little push in your direction causing him to stumble. You’re dextrous enough to prevent the halfling from bumping into you possibly causing you to fall with him. Instead you catch him before he falls flat on his face. The look the two of you share does not go unnoticed by the faun and is very much revealing in the closer-than-friends kind of way.
Once conferred with Lorkathar they’re left to their own devices and the shitstorm of questions thrown at Orym to figure out who you are; or to some of them more importantly; who you are to him specifically. Orym tries to answer without giving too much of your own personal life away. It’s your life, not his and he doesn’t feel like he that’s his to share with others.
You met him in Zephrah on your journey to learn more, better your druidic skills. Part of this training was physical combat and weapons training. That’s where you grew closer. You weren’t exactly the greatest with a sword and Orym helped you go through training to where you could settle on a spear. Cue the questions about what other physical training you shared with him. Orym did not dignify that with a response. Really any question answered that lead to yet another innuendo made he did not dignify with a response.
There’s a knock on the door the group had been given to recover from the day’s events. The conversation falls silent as another knock raps lightly on the door. Dariax and Opal make eye contact before both rushing towards the door, the pleasure of answering going to whomever gets there first. They’re not sure but they hope its you. They have so little insight in the details of Orym’s life and they’re not going to let the chance fly to get some leverage on the halfling should they need to bring it up in the future if they want to commit another definitely-not-a-crime.
A white haired human dressed in pinks opens the door with a wide smile radiating mischief. You smile back although a little forced, to cover the confusion trying to peak through.
“Hi! You must be the firetamer Orym has told us all about. It’s so nice to meet you. I am Opal.” She grabs your hand and shakes it and you just let it happen. How the hell did Orym get sucked up in this group? They’re worse than you’d thought over your initial encounter. Not in a bad way just a… different one.
“Likewise. It seems like you have me at a disadvantage. You appear to know about me yet I do not know much about you. I don’t mean to be rude but I am looking for Orym, of the Air Ashari…” You exchange pleasantries but are cut off as the woman looks over her shoulder.
“Orym! Orym! Your lover is here to see you!” She screeches for the halfling who was already a few feet behind her, embarrassed this is how you’re properly reunited without the pressure of your respective lives.
“Hey.” Orym smiles through the embarrassment caused by his friends watching the two of you like some sort of play waiting what the characters will do next.
“Hey.” You smile back trying to not put too much mind to the curious company Orym had found himself in. You feel like the more attention you give them, the slimmer your chances at a calm and quiet moment with Orym will become.
“Well, don’t be rude, Orym. Invite your friend in.” Dorian perks up trying to keep the obvious ulterior motives of Opal and Dariax at bay but you weren’t born yesterday.
“I was thinking maybe we could step outside instead? I wouldn’t want to disturb your friends’ evening.” Orym catches on to your intent.
“Yeah. Yeah of course.” He brushes past Opal outside and grabs your hand practically begging you to lead the way before the others decide to keep you here.
“Enjoy your evening.” Fearne, saves your asses before the others can protests. Orym is glad to have the faun on his side and he’s pretty sure this favour granted puts him in her debt but it’ll have been worth it.
“It was nice seeing you all. I’m sure we’ll have more time to grow better acquainted in the future.”
“Have fun on your evening stroll, Orym!” Dariax wiggles his eyebrows and the halfling sends him a look to shut him up as you begin leading him away.
The sun is not yet set casting the outpost and mesa in an orange glow with the view of the city west of you. It’s a beautiful evening. Orym understands why you like sunsets so much. You bask in the rays of ember, a sight Orym hadn’t seen in too long. He hadn’t realised how much he missed this, how much he missed you. You stop at the side of a stone ruined building. You let go of Orym’s hand as you grab onto any footing you can and scale the building onto the roof. It’s only two floors tall so you lean over the edge and look down at Orym.
Getting the memo Orym climbs up following a similar path you had to reach the top. You lay down on the rooftop with a familiar comfort, as if the world’s concerns were left below. Orym had always admired this about you. It’s something he could never do himself. You turn over on your stomach, lean your elbows on the rooftop, head on your hands with a grin as you cross your legs behind you. He knows that look.
“So how does it feel being the most responsible individual among the chaos?” Orym pulls himself onto the rooftop and gives you a look. As he walks over to you he hooks his leg around your elbow and yanks making you lose your balance. You gasp and roll back over to your back supporting yourself on your elbows.
“Rude!” You laugh as Orym sits down next to you. Shoulders leaning against each other you watch the sunset. It’s a habit you had fallen into in Zephrah and it’s a habit picked back up again even after many months apart.
“I missed you.” Orym presses a kiss to the top of your shoulder.
“Missed you too.” You sigh content you’re back together once more, no matter how brief that might be as Orym and his little group of adventurers has been sent on another task to find Gilmore. You’d join if you could but you have your responsibilities here and Orym knows that like no other. Once this is all behind you things can finally go back to normal and you actually get to spend more time together without the world burning down whenever you turn your back.
“So how is it you of all people end up with this bunch of chaos bringers?” You laugh. You may not know his friends personally nor did you have much to go off in your brief interactions with them but you know well enough they’re trouble and chaos magnets. Orym, having an air of peace and calm around him shifts quickly to panic in stressful situations he doesn’t know how to navigate based on instinct and here he is navigating Emon of all places with them, getting involved in all sorts of conflict.
“Me of all people?” Orym feigns offence but he’s well aware you’re right. He’s not even sure himself how this weird little dynamic they have going works. He gives it a thought.
“Maybe I just naturally gravitate towards chaos. You are a testament of that.” Your jaw drops. Your halfling’s found himself with a new kind of boldness to him previously hidden beneath layers of Ashari customs. He may not realise it just yet himself but these people have a good effect on him.
“Are you calling me chaotic, Orym of the Air Ashari?”
“I’m sorry, but you really expect me to answer that question? You are chaos incarnate.” He laughs and you let yourself drop back, the halfling previously leaning his weight against you loses his balance and falls onto your stomach. You put your hands beneath your head watching the orange glow reflected off the clouds with a smile.
“You know what, I will take that as a compliment. Someone needs to bring a little chaos into your life. I’m glad I’m not the only one able to fulfil that task. They seem like good people.”
“They stole a vestige, broke into places and killed the henchmen of some criminal organisation all within the past twenty four hours.” Orym deadpans. He’s still a tad unsure how to feel about it.
“And you went along with it. Maybe one day you’ll be as much as a chaos incarnate as the rest of us.” Orym’s fingers lace with yours as he holds onto your hand.
“It’ll be the day the elemental chaos seeps through into this world.”
“Who says it doesn’t already. Embrace the chaos, Orym.” You wave your free hand making a cloud of embers appear above you like fireflies and make them dance in the wind. He’s already embraced the chaos and he knows it. It started with you but has extended to his new friends as well. Though, he’ll have to admit, he’ll take your chaos over theirs any day if presented with the choice. No matter. He’ll take any moment with you he can get now and be patient until you’re reunited in the future. There’s still adventures to be had, just for now your paths diverge. They’ll reconnect in the nearby future. He’s sure of it. You’re sure of it.
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sakuratragedy · 3 years
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Emperor’s Consort | Chapter 1
Fandom: Genshin Impact Pairing: Zhongli / Childe, #Zhongchi Tags: R18, A/B/O Dynamics, Royalty AU Summary: aka "Emperor's consort doesn't know the difference between being a concubine and being a consort" Tsaritsa wants her child to have a good life after serving her on the battlefield for so long, so she makes a deal with an old friend. In exchange for her military might, he will marry her son. Childe who has no formal omega training has to do his best to cover up the fact he has no idea what he's doing. Do your best to be a good omega Childe!
“If we are the last two left, I’ll give up and let you be the Tsar.”
“‘That is only if we are the last two standing. We need to think of who to take down first.”
She had her back against the wall, listening to her brothers through the slightly open door as they sharpened their weapons while whispering quietly amongst themselves. The sound of blade being polished against whetstone echoed through the room.
“Yelena’s strike is the fiercest. She should be dealt with first.” she hears her brothers when the blade lifts from the stone before another sharp sound is heard.
The succession rites to become the next Tsar hosted by her father started tomorrow. The Tsar was an old and terrible tyrant, taking eight wives and will be making his children slaughter each other for the sake of tradition. She hated him and his rancid smell, the same stench he used to command his court by exerting his alpha pheromones and bringing them to their knees. She especially hated when he would use her mother as a means to torment her. She would feel the spikes of rage and the flash of red in her vision when he would threaten to humiliate her mother in front of the court to get her to do what he wanted.
The succession rite was a chance to change all that. She could fix decades of ugly rituals, dismantle the corruption and burn it to the ground, raising a new court from its ashes. She'll get rid of the corruption with her own two hands.
If she survives the succession rite as the true heir.
First, she had to survive the night. She moved away from the wall, making sure her footsteps were light so her brothers would not hear her.
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The dawn came quickly with few casualties. Two of her eight siblings were missing during the morning ceremony. It was right to assume her other siblings had started early by eliminating some competition before the rites. They were surrounded by spectators from the court, their mothers cry and sob as their children were cut down and their father, watching them with a smirk on his face.
She was fast, she had to be to survive the slaughter. While her brothers and sisters were stronger, she was swift to cut deep and fast at their necks before avoiding the rest of the fight.
As she held her dagger to her dear older brother’s neck, his words echoed through her ears.
“Yelena’s strike is the fiercest.”  
She hesitated for a split second when he smiled at her and closed his eyes, giving up the fight and giving in to his death.
“I’ll give up and let you be the Tsar.”
Perhaps he knew that she was there that night. She frowned. She swore for her brothers and for her mother that this ugly methods of succession would die along with them. She landed a swift killing strike to make his death painless before a booming laughter filled the court. Yelena got off her brother's corpse and turned to face her father behind her.
“Who would have thought.” she turned to her father, who had a smirk on his face, overlooking his five dead children and his sole heir bathed in the blood of her beloved.
“My littlest won the succession rites all on her own. It is as true as the court says,” her scowl deepens at his show of pride. “You do have my good traits.”
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That night she killed the tyrant that was her father.
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It had been 40 years since she was 15 and living the nightmares of her succession rites. The ghosts follow her as she burns away the old world for her new one. One where her children do not have to cry from the heartache of losing their families. For 40 years, she had destroyed her fathers empire and built it back up with her own hands the way that she desired. Everyone in Snezhnaya are her children, as long as they were born in this frosty land of ice and snow they would be cared for by her.
Her children always did say that she loved too much. She loved too hard and that made her soft.
She had never been married, but she had adopted 11 children from different family situations to be her official princes and princesses, her Harbingers as they liked to call themselves when they assisted her in her endeavours. The fights are long and tiresome but after 40 years of fighting for her ideal world she can finally rest peacefully with her family.
Unfortunately, she had spent the last 40 years hardening her 11 children for battlefields and life in shadows, so suddenly wanting to have a loving relationship with her children was less than fruitful. Especially with her older children, which was understandable since Pedrelino and Dottore had been with her longest and since they were young she hadn’t been treating them like children. They were forced to oversee missions from the shadows, travelling Teyvat for her and lengthy battles away from home, so she understands when they couldn’t receive her motherly love very well.
Her younger children however were very welcoming to her attempts at affection.
She sat on her throne, she watched her only daughter approach her along with two fatui skirmishers by her side.
“Your majesty.” La Signora did a low curtsy before her. She nodded and the two skirmishers dismissed themselves, leaving her and her daughter alone together.
“Signora. How was your trip to Mondstadt? I trust you had a wonderful time.”
“It was alright.” she glanced over to the side, making a face the Tsaritsa couldn’t really read, but she could guess that it was distaste. The reason for the distaste was unknown, but according to the intel that reached her ears before Signora did, it could have something to do with that mysterious traveller and that omega bard she had encountered in Mondstadt as she was leaving.
“I’m glad you’re home.” she started before hesitating, clearing her throat behind her fist before shyly admitting. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too.” Signora responds shyly, her neck and ears flushing red clearly unused to the outright affection. The red flush made Signora look like a young maiden in the moment, you could have forgotten that she was one of the Tsaritsa’s coldest killers. The Tsaritsa smiled behind her hand at how cute her daughter could look before she decided to move on to other matters.
“Signora, an old friend of mine would like support from our military might regarding a ghost from his past.” she started with a serious voice as she leaned into her throne. Signora’s expression changed immediately to her usual stoic expression as she listened to her mother speak.
“Don’t support him.” she says sternly without hesitation. She understands why her daughter feels that way. A foreigner having control over their old and great military might unsupervised would be an unwise decision for both Snezhnaya and her old friend. While the Tsaritsa knows that her fatui agents have good independent action and work in a team, sending them to a foreign land two weeks away from Snezhnaya without supervision for a friend could turn dangerous.
“He is a dear friend and I owe him a favour.” she continues. “When Pedrelino was very young and I was rebuilding Snezhnaya, he lent me a hand in terms of investigation of the court. I feel the need to return the favour.”
Signora still looked against the action, but Yelena was determined to convince her daughter.
“We both know how I feel for those who have ghosts.”
“Your majesty, I’m stepping out of line when I say this but you love too hard and too deeply. It is my job to make sure you don’t get hurt and by making such a bold decision to send our agents for this person... It is just unreasonable, especially if they are unsupervised.” Signora has her hand on her hips as she borderline lectures the Tsaritsa.
“We could send a Harbinger if supervision is your concern?” Tsaritsa says as she avoids her gaze. She knows her daughter is glaring at her. She hears Signora give in by her sigh and her fingers rubbing at her temple.
“Who is your friend? Let me get Dottore to run a background- ”
“He is the emperor from Liyue.”
“Tartaglia spent a year in Liyue, didn’t he?” Signora said as she thought out loud. Perhaps they could send a portion of their military might if it is under the supervision of their youngest Harbinger.
Then again… it is Tartaglia they’re talking about.
“Yes. Tartaglia is familiar with foreign languages to a certain degree as well, is he not? Perhaps we could send him as a consort?”
“Mother.”
“Yes?”
“Did you say consort.”
“Yes.”
A long silence filled the throne room.
“Your majesty.” she let out another heavy sigh. “Harbingers are not marriageable. Especially Tartaglia.” Signora knows her mother is a kind hearted woman, but attempting to marry off Tartaglia as a favour to the Liyue emperor was mind boggling. Surely, Tartaglia was the only omega of their siblings, but he was still a Harbinger. A nasty, cold hearted killer with blood on his hands.
Not to mention his pheromones that smelled too strong of withered roses, a result from years on the battlefield fighting through his heats by literally fighting enemies, muddying his scent by surrounding himself with bloodshed. No high class alpha let alone an emperor would be in their right mind to want to mate with him.
“Do not say that Signora.” Signora’s posture straightened at the appearance of her stern voice, perhaps automatically out of fear or respect, or something between those lines. Regardless her daughter had reverted back to actively listening rather than roasting her brother.
“Tartaglia has worked hard for years for this country. Nevertheless, he is an omega forced to live like an alpha for years on the battlefield for me. Snezhnaya is entering an era of peace, I would like him to start living like his age.” Signora still looked against the suggestion of sending Tartaglia to be married. She understands that perhaps it would be troublesome for her as well, since they were close in age and she would essentially be losing her closest sibling.  
“I think this would be good for him.”
“Mother… Tartaglia has no formal omega training for a supposedly ‘high class omega’, considering he’s a prince. If the emperor takes a whiff of his scent, he’d be sent back in a crate to Snezhnaya like an animal.”
“There’s no harm in letting Tartaglia try his chances. If he turns out to be the emperor's concubine, it would not be too bad, would it?” she says softly. She watches as Signora’s expression softens as well at her tone.
“Alright. I’ll let Tartaglia know and make the preparations.”
“Thank you Signora.”
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“Childe! Be reasonable!” Signora yells as she chases her half naked brother through the palace gardens, passing by agents and maids who were forced to avert their gaze in fear of being beheaded for looking at the prince half decent.
“Advert your eyes!” Signora points at the oncoming squadron who were heading in their direction. Their faces turn to all different directions to avoid seeing the prince and princess racing each other through the palace grounds.
“Childe!” she lets out a shrill scream as she continues to chase him.
“No! I’ll never marry! You can’t make me!” he jumps over mother’s marble fence and lands behind an unfortunate fatui agent, making him jump from the scare. It doesn’t phase Childe and he continues running. Signora looked down from where Childe jumped and looked at the heels she was wearing ‘ah… my 500 thousand mora heels...’ and decided against it.
“Don’t treat me like a fucking omega!” he sneers at her. She rolls her eyes. In her vision Childe is nothing more like a hissing kitten.
“News flash genius, you are an omega.” Signora managed to catch up to him and successfully cornered him in his room after a long chase outdoors that lasted approximately two hours and forty five minutes, not that she was counting to spite him later. Her angry pheromones leak and overpower Childe, bringing him to his knees. If he were in his prime state, he would be able to resist her pheromones without flinching, but this version of Childe had taken a short break from the battlefield and has started to enjoy living the life of a spoiled prince.
“I’ll make him kick me out in a week if you keep this up.” Childe gasps with his mouth before pinching his nose, trying not to breathe in too much of her scent.
Signora rolls her eyes at how dramatic her younger sibling is being. In a palace full of boys and her being the sole princess, she lives in a house of stubborn alphas. Somehow, Childe being the only non-alpha had caught their terrible personality traits.
“Get up off the floor we have to start going through basic training now.”
- “Ow!” Childe whines when Signora pushes the dildo into him. His ankle rested on one of her shoulders as she stood at the end of the bed, monitoring how much slick he produced.
“Come on, you’ve got to be better at producing slick than this .” she says with a mixture of disappointment and irritation. Firstly, she had to chase her brother through the gardens and now she was in charge of his training?
Well, she did promise the Tsaritsa that she would handle it. But it doesn’t mean she couldn’t complain about it.
“It’s not my fault. You don’t turn me on.” Childe mutters into his pillow below his head, crossing his arms across his torso. Signora smiles, irritated before pushing the dildo further in harder than she should have. He flinches violently before sitting up.
“Ow!”
“The Tsaritsa wants you to go to Liyue and play nice with the emperor, and you know that whatever mom says goes.” Signora ignores the high pitched whine that Childe makes when she gently pushes the dildo further into his cunt.
“Mom just wants to marry me off to some old geezer. Isn’t the emperor supposed to be a 40 year old man.”
“Don’t call her mom. Refer to her as ‘her majesty’.” “You literally just called her mom.”
Childe feels a knot form on the base of the dildo, expanding uncomfortably against him while hitting all the wrong places that made him uncomfortable. One particularly hard thrust caused him to flinch violently again, arching up against the bed in discomfort.
“Ow, ow, ow! ” He complains as Signora finishes pushing the knot into him.
“You’re such a crybaby. How are you going to withstand those dreadfully long hours of mating when you can’t even handle a fake knot.” she pushes his ankle off her shoulder and they fall limp onto the bed below them. She throws her hair behind her shoulder before moving across the room and sitting on the sofa in his room, lying herself across it as if she’s done some terribly hard task. Childe sits up to look at her, irritated at how dramatic she looks.
“Mom should have gotten you a proper trainer years ago rather than this ridiculous last minute coaching.”
“News flash genius .” Childe bites back at her. “I was away on the battlefield ever since her majesty adopted me as a Harbinger? How long has that been, hmm?” he taps his chin, ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine from feeling so much of the knot against him.
“One? Two? Three years?”
“So you’ve been away for six years. Big deal. All of us travel around for her majesty’s missions.”
“None of you alphas need whatever this ‘formal omega training’ is.” he makes air quotations with his fingers. “Cause none of you are omegas.” he glares at her. He knows she can feel the glare, but it's making him angry how easily she ignores him in favour of closing her eyes and sinking her head into the plush pillow on the sofa.
“Most high ranking omegas from across Teyvat go through formal omega training. It teaches you the basics from how to control your pheromones to the importance of heats and proper mating rituals.”
“I’m not most high ranking omegas, if you haven’t noticed.”
“You’re right.” Childe feels some sort of pride with being agreed with.
“You smell like smelly roses and you’re not soft or cute at all.” He made an unhappy noise at his sister. How typical of her, unable to compliment him at any time. He feels the knot soften inside of him and thinks that it was the perfect opportunity to work the dildo out of him before aiming for his sister's head. The dildo misses Signora by two inches before falling on the other side of the couch.
“Tartaglia!” the shrill scream echoed throughout the palace.
- The day he was sent away, the Tsaritsa and Signora stood out at the front gates to bid Childe goodbye. He kisses her majesty’s knuckles before meeting her eyes.
“I promise I’ll do well.”
The Tsaritsa smiles at him, gentle and motherly while a step further behind her Signora is glaring at him with all her might. The wind blows harshly, little flakes of snow sticking to Childe’s red hair. He smiles mimicking the gentle one she gave him.
“I know you will. Even if he does not choose you to be his mate, as long as you are happy,” she hesitates and bites her lip. She knows that she would be lying if she continued. “I will be happy.” she finishes.
In her heart she is hoping that it does not come down to that and that her old friend would treat her son right, but the possibilities are endless when it comes to Zhongli. If he was similar to her image of him when they were younger, he would still be an unpredictable enigma, coming and doing as he pleases like an outdoor cat. Then again, Tartaglia was a hurricane in a human shaped shell, with the ability to sweep everything in his path off their feet, dragging the air from their lungs with the chaos he’s capable of leaving in his wake.
“Even if you come home, I’ll take you with open arms.” she says softly, unsure if he heard her over the harsh blowing of the Snezhnaya wind. He turns back to look at his mother (and his sister who caught his eye, and looked away) and the palace he could be leaving for the rest of his life before he boards his carriage that would take him to the docks to board his ship to Liyue, this time with no predicted date of his return.
If he would even return. He was unsure.
The carriage left the front gates of the palace, but the Tsaritsa continued to watch until it was out of their sight.
“I wonder if it was a good idea to send Tartaglia.” she puts a gloved hand to her mouth and another on her stomach. “He has no formal omega training. I’m afraid if he were to lose out to any other potential omega the emperor had his eye on.”
‘I literally told you that.’ Signora thinks, but she gives her mother a sympathetic look and places a hand over her shoulder, pulling the Tsaritsa close to her body. Tsaritsa’s eyes widen in surprise as she feels herself being pulled closer to her daughter's body. Signora is taller than her and blankets herself over her mother, sharing their warmth. While she’s proud that her daughter isn’t as afraid of her as she was years ago, she’s still worried about Tartaglia.
“You worry too much, your majesty. He will be fine.” Signora says as she brings a gloved hand to the Tsaritsa’s back and strokes fondly, comforting her.
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New beginnings start tomorrow
Summary: Merlin’s second encounter with Arthur had left a lot to be desired. 
Somewhere between tripping over the wood pile and falling into the fruit cart, Merlin had felt the sharp spike of Arthur’s flail slice the top of his arm and if the wetness of his shirt was anything to go by then it was definitely bleeding. 
He also wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing; getting knocked to the floor with a broom in front of the whole market, or getting dragged back to his chambers by a stony-faced Gaius.
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Set in s01e01. Merlin gets hurt during the fight in the market.
Word Count: 1,675
[Also on AO3]
Merlin’s second encounter with Arthur had left a lot to be desired.
He may have bested the prat - sorry, Prince - for the most part, but there was no denying Arthur’s skill. Somewhere between tripping over the wood pile and falling into the fruit cart, Merlin had felt the sharp spike of Arthur’s flail slice the top of his arm and if the wetness of his shirt was anything to go by then it was definitely bleeding. He also wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing; getting knocked to the floor with a broom in front of the whole market, or getting dragged back to his chambers by a stony-faced Gaius.
At least he hadn’t been arrested by the guards. But then again, a night in the cells might have been safer.
“How could you be so foolish!” Gaius bellowed as he closed the door behind him.
Since the moment Merlin had first introduced himself two days previously, the physician’s frown seemed to have been fixed permanently to his face and right now he looked outright furious.
“By now you should know how to control yourself!” He exclaimed like he was asking Merlin for the easiest thing in the world, but there was no way he could truly understand. To be able to master magic so effortlessly wasn’t an achievement. It wasn’t some revered skill that people admired. It was lonely. And if that was the burden Merlin had to live with, he should be allowed to use his gift however he wished.
No-one back home had understood him. He had found himself at odds with most of them and despite how hard his mother cared for him, she could never truly know what it was like to have his power.
And now this was supposed to be his second chance. His new beginning. But in a kingdom that was so adamantly against magic - against the very fibre of his being - he was just as trapped here as he was in Ealdor.
If I can’t use magic, I might as well die.
And he told Gaius just as much before going to hide in his room. He wasn’t sure when that thought had first infiltrated his mind but it had been there for a while now and showed no sign of leaving. For without his magic he had nothing, he was nothing.
As he crawled onto the bed he could feel his anger slowly draining away. He closed his eyes and sighed into his pillow, the pain in his arm making itself known again. He shouldn’t have shouted at Gaius, the man was just trying to help. Plus he definitely had a point, if the prince had seen Merlin using magic then that definitely would have been a swift end to this new start. 
He had just been pinning all of his hopes on the idea of Camelot being a better place for him. Of being home.
His plans to wallow in self-pity where quickly interrupted as he heard the door open with a creak followed by the soft shuffle of Gaius’ shoes .
“Merlin? Sit up and take your shirt off. We don’t need you bleeding all over the bed.” The physician said as he placed his medicine bag on the table beside Merlin’s head.
As Gaius rummaged through the clinking bottles, Merlin slowly pushed himself upright with a groan. Tiny splotches of blood had marked the sheets but he paid it no mind as he attempted to pull the shirt over his head. The blood on his upper arm had begun to dry leaving the material stuck to the wound and it pulled at his skin as he attempted to remove it.
The moment the laceration was revealed, Gaius began to clean it, dabbing it with a cloth soaked in a musty-smelling tincture. He didn’t speak as he worked but Merlin could feel the frustration radiating off him with every action.
“It’s going to need a few stitches, but you were lucky.” Gaius grumbled as he turned back to his bag to find his needle and thread. “I don’t need to tell you how much worse this could have been.”
Merlin hung his head and sighed. The bleeding may have stopped, but the wound was still throbbing terribly, a steady beat pulsing in time with his heart, and he was more than aware of how lightly he had gotten off. If the prince had been quick enough he very well could have killed him.
Gaius wiped his arm once more before threading the needle. Despite the various cuts and scrapes he had suffered growing up, Merlin had fortunately never needed stitches before now, but he had a feeling it was going to hurt just as much as Arthur’s flail.
He had never been very good at healing himself with magic so it had always been down to his mother to patch him up. She didn’t have the extensive education of a healer but she had always tried her best, gently tending to his wounds and reassuring him soothingly only the way a mother could.
Gaius wasn’t his mother, but from the way he worked Merlin could now see exactly where she had picked up her limited knowledge from. It felt somewhat soothing, that despite being miles away from her, it felt like he had a piece of his mother here with him. 
He failed to hold back a flinch as the needle pierced his skin and forced himself to look away, feeling slightly sick at the sight. If he knew how to heal himself he wouldn’t have to endure any of this. In fact, if he knew more about his magic as a whole, there was probably a lot he could avoid.
“You don’t know why I was born like this, do you?” He asked as Gaius finished the second stitch. His mother had sent him here for a reason, so surely Gaius had the answers he was looking for.
“No, I don’t.” Gaius replied carefully and Merlin could see the concern written plainly on his features.
“I’m not a monster, am I?” He gave a small smile, writing his worries off as a joke, but they could both feel the pain hidden behind it.
Gaius’ hand stilled before he could make the next stitch. He had only known the boy for two days, but hearing such a self-deprecating comment from him broke his heart. “Don’t ever think that.”
“Then why am I like this? Please, I need to know why.”
Gaius could see the desperation shining so clearly in Merlin’s eyes, the need to know more, to finally understand who he was, but he didn’t have any answers for the boy. None that would help him anyway. He had never met anyone like Merlin before, someone with no training or incantation know-how, someone who had been born with it. Seeing the pain that Merlin was in, he now understood why Hunith had asked him to help her son, but Gaius just wasn’t sure how much help he could actually be to someone with such great power.
“Maybe there’s someone with more knowledge than me.” He tried to be positive but the slump of Merlin’s shoulders told him that it was less than believed.
“If you can’t tell me, no one can.”
Gaius finished with the stitches wordlessly, being mindful of the fine tremors running through Merlin’s body. Whether from the pain or the slight chill in the air he wasn’t sure, so he completed his work with extra haste.
He next pulled out a small vial from his bag and removed the stopper, handing it to Merlin who looked at it with a frown. “This will help with the pain.”
As Merlin downed the liquid, Gaius picked up the bandages and wrapped his arm. The flail’s spike hadn’t cut too deep thankfully and Gaius’ practiced hands had made easy work of stitching it, but he wanted to keep it covered all the same. He still wasn’t entirely convinced that Merlin would stay out of trouble long enough to let it heal so it was best to take precautions.
“I’m hoping you’ve learnt your lesson by now, but incase you need reminding; stay away from Arthur.”
Merlin looked at Gaius with his mouth agape and something akin to betrayal in his eyes. “He started it.”
Gaius raised an eyebrow disapprovingly. “It doesn’t matter who started it, who do you think will come out on top every time? He’s the prince, Merlin, he can do no wrong.”
“Well, he’s a prat. He’s selfish and rude and a horrible person.”
“And you think you can what? Teach him a lesson?”
Merlin shrugged, looking down to inspect the shirt still in his hand. The tear would need mending later on, but then again repairing it would be pointless if he didn’t manage to get the blood stain out of the material. He could always use magic to fix it but he had a slight inkling that wouldn’t win him any favours with Gaius. “Maybe he needs to be taught one.”
“And maybe one day someone will, but not you and not for a few days at least, please. Let’s try to make it a week without anymore incidents, hm?”
Gaius shook his head as he closed up his medicine bag and shuffled back the way he came in, pausing at the door to offer one more pearl of wisdom. “I’ve known Arthur since he was a child. He may be inconsiderate at times, but he’s a good man at heart and if you stick around without antagonising him you might just see it.”
“We’ll see.” Merlin muttered with a disbelieving smile as he lay back on the bed, his head pillowed by his good arm. It was possible that Arthur would surprise him but he would have to go a hell of a long way to convince Merlin that he was a good man.
Though for now maybe Gaius was right, maybe staying out of the prince’s way completely would be the best thing to do from now on.
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pyre-prism · 5 years
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LONG POST ‘CAUSE BIO!! (and I still don’t know how to format things properly on this site ^_^’’)
There are still a couple of things that I may tweak further, and there's also a mention of a couple of other OCs I'm still working on, but it shouldn't be tooooooo long before I can not only fix those up but also post the mentioned characters, as well. Critiques are welcome~! ~*~ Real Name – Lucy Caitlyn Blumenthal Alias – ‘Ghost’ or ‘Ghosty’ Age – 18 Birthday – November 9 Gender – Female Species – Demon-Possessed Human/Demonic Vessel (possessed just before turning 16) • Lucy has been possessed by many, many demons for varying lengths of time, but there are two in particular who have stayed in her body more or less since the beginning. These two are Baal-Berith and Belial. Ethnicity – European Nationality – Australian Languages Spoken – English, also knows some old and even dead languages (primarily thanks to the demons, but also partially thanks to her parents’ investment in the occult and her own research) Eyes – Very light blue-tinted purple, look pink or even red in many types of light Hair – White, long, straight Skin – Albino-pale Build – Lithe, flexible, petite, 5’3” Demons’ Appearances: Ever since the event that resulted in Lucy becoming possessed, she has been the only one (as far as she’s aware) who can see any of the demons using her body. Usually, this only happens when she’s asleep or otherwise unconscious, but they have –on occasion– also shown themselves while she’s awake. • Baal-Berith – He has a surprisingly-humanlike appearance, resembling a tall man wearing blood-red armour and a golden diadem while riding a huge red not-quite-horse. Sometimes, he also appears to have charred and tattered feathered wings that are constantly smoking. • Belial – His appearance is reasonably in-line with a stereotypical ‘demon’; he is tall, heavily muscled, with large bat wings, a long reptilian tail, and animal-like legs –in his case, they are like those of a therapod dinosaur. His body is covered in wildly colourful snakes’ scales interspersed with black spikes, and large curling black horns sprout from his temples. • Others – A big part of the reason why Lucy hasn’t identified any of the others is that they generally only appear to her as smoky figures of wildly-varying shapes. The fact that there has been a lot of ‘shuffling’ as well merely compounds the issue. Typical Outfit – Lucy covers up as much skin as she can, out of habit more than anything else, and she favours purples over any other colour. Usually, she can be seen wearing the following ensemble: • Dark purple newsboy cap (often has her hair tucked up under it, after also tying it back) • Goggle sunglasses with ‘oil-slick’-like lenses, especially during the day • Lavender-grey turtleneck sweater • Dark purple motorcycle face-mask tucked under the sweater collar • Black gloves • Dark purple thigh-length coat • Grey jeans • Black knee-high flat-soled boots Host’s Personality – Usually somewhat subdued by the demons possessing her and afraid of not only the demons’ influence but also of any retribution for any interference she may attempt, sociopathic but not innately psychopathic, hesitant to get close to other people but also dislikes being left alone with only her ‘tenants’ for company, surprisingly determined considering her situation, steadily reaching a breaking point (with all of the things that come with that), quiet, observant Likes – Night-time, action movies, anything that resembles a kebab or burrito, carving and sculpting, running, the colour purple, animals, researching the occult (mainly started to try to understand what her parents actually did and also to identify her ‘tenants’ but came to enjoy it) Dislikes – Dreaming (including daydreams), being covered in blood for longer than absolutely necessary, anyone’s hands being near her head or neck, Baal-Berith’s steed, cheese Orientation – Bi-curious, both sexually and romantically Fears – Losing herself entirely to the demons inside her, facing the demons’ wrath for any reason Common Demonic Personality Traits – Vicious, arrogant, manipulative, silver-tongued liar, sadistic and bloodthirsty, uncaring of anyone’s interests other than their own, enjoys taunting and torturing victims, cocky and confident, prone to challenging the authority of others, brash… Demon’s Personality (Baal-Berith) – Serious, harsh, disdainful and haughty, proud, stubborn, dislikes those who let desire cloud their decisions, deems humans to be no better than livestock, actually looking for a ‘more suitable’ host body but is stuck with Lucy’s for the time being (due to finding those open to possession being more difficult than it was long ago) Demon’s Personality (Belial) – Demanding, obnoxious, dangerous, hot-headed and volatile, inventive, particularly vicious, quite fond of Lucy (also quite fond of tormenting her), very skilled at preening both his own ego and those belonging to others, possessive, complete adrenaline junkie Host’s Voice – Low, almost husky, tone and pitch can fluctuate wildly when her emotions are running wild or when any of the demons are particularly exerting their influence over her body Demon’s Voice (Baal-Berith) – Clear, even but turns icy when unhappy or angry, subtle, deep Demon’s Voice (Belial) – Rough, bestial, mocking, usually either purring or growling depending on his mood Strengths: • Lucy’s body is capable of extreme feats of physical prowess, due to it responding to the capabilities of the various demons possessing her rather than to her own. Alongside that, hosting the hellish creatures also significantly enhanced her senses, including the ability to perceive any nearby supernatural beings. • Knowledge is able to be shared between Lucy and her ‘tenants’, although her mind tends to shy away from what they know, more often than not. • As part of a continuing effect of the deal that started the whole thing, one of her more ‘permanent’ possessors [Belial, although some others do pitch in] can repair any damage that Lucy’s body takes, making her almost immortal while he’s/they’re still present. • An odd effect of being possessed has made it practically impossible for Lucy’s DNA to be correctly identified as being hers, let alone being entirely human –tests often come back with traces of various animal DNA and even plant DNA on occasion with only her albinism showing through with any form of regularity. This has become more and more potent the more that her body has been repaired by demonic power. • Using Lucy’s body, Baal-Berith is able to transform any metal from what it originally was into gold. On the other hand, Belial can influence people towards deferring to anyone that he chooses, which will last for a short time –depending on how easily they can be swayed. Weaknesses: • If the majority of the demons possessing Lucy are exorcised –or otherwise lose their power– her body will not only be subjected to a rapid repeat of all the injuries it sustained while possessed, but her original cancer will reappear with a vengeance. This state will continue until she’s dead or until ‘enough’ demons take up residence in her body once again. • Being an albino means that she is highly sensitive to light, which no amount of ‘repair’ can entirely remove. The poor eyesight she once suffered in connection to this condition has been more or less fixed, however. Because of this shortcoming, alongside other factors, almost all of her ‘hunts’ take place at night. • The format that Lucy’s mass-possession takes requires a regular ‘toll’ to allow the demons to remain; they need to feed on the stolen life force/soul of humans, and regularly push Lucy to kill often or in large quantities to satisfy this need. If the kills start to dry up, their grip on her body weakens as their power depletes… and her health suffers. • Lucy doesn’t want to kill, despite essentially needing to so as to preserve her own life, and is sometimes able to fight against the demons’ influence, which may create glaring openings for their victims to either run away or fight back. • Each and every demon that has taken up residence in Lucy’s body is physically repulsed –and even hurt, with extended proximity or contact– by objects, people, and places that are holy or otherwise blessed or sacred. • Invariably, if either Baal-Berith or Belial use their particular skills through Lucy’s body, she will be hit with a potent fever exactly 1 hour following the ability’s usage. None of her ‘tenants’ are able to break it –although they can alleviate it to a minor degree– and it will last for at least 28 hours, with an additional hour for every additional object or person that was effected. How They Can Die – Provided that the demons possessing her body are either weakened or removed and assuming that the immediate reaction described in ‘Weaknesses’ doesn’t occur, Lucy is just as vulnerable as any normal human to everything that humans are susceptible to. The demons cannot be truly killed, however, merely repelled; their lingering egos would eventually cause them to reform in the event of any of them ‘dying’. Physiological Conditions – Albinism (including photophobia and –initially– poor eyesight) Psychological Conditions – ‘Dissociative Identity Disorder’ (demonic possession); ‘Schizophrenia’ (demonic possession and lengthy periods of solitude); ‘Psychopathy’ (demonic possession); Stockholm Syndrome (traces of it, targeting the two demons she knows); Fear of intimacy (developed from growing wary of getting close to others); Sociopathy (high-functioning, actually born with it) Quotes – “I’m sorry that it’s come to this… At least there should be no pain after today.” [Lucy] “Did you really think that grovelling will make me change my mind? That it would somehow save your life? How pitiful…” [Baal-Berith] “I like it better when they run… So run, and scream to your heart’s content. No-one will hear you.” [Belial] Primary Reasons for Killing – Sustenance and Entertainment Primary Targets – Anyone, but both Baal-Berith and Belial seem to favour those younger than 30 Avoids Targeting – People older than 60, unless compromised, and Lucy always fights against targeting children younger than 6 Weapon of Choice – Lucy will use any weapon she can find, although Baal-Berith (in particular) has ensured that there is always at least one knife –preferably serrated or especially-sharp– on their person at all times. Preferred Method of Killing – Torturous cutting until the victim has either passed out or is nearing death from blood-loss, then she will either cut their throat to sever the windpipe or set about removing various organs from the victim’s body. Family – Lucy’s family was very small and largely-isolated from any extended family she might have. • Father – Patrick Blumenthal [deceased] From a broken and ravaged family, he spent a lot of his youth and young adult life on the streets, turning to the occult when he caught wind of ‘true supernatural events’ and his life started to take an upturn almost immediately afterwards. Worked night-shifts as a janitor for a local shopping complex until he met his wife. Dated her for a couple of months while juggling another job behind a retail counter to save up the money to buy an engagement ring. Lucy loved her father, but he was often tired and distant, and she came to feel that maybe he didn’t love her in return. When she learned what he and her mother had done for her sake, she was swept up in a storm of emotions… and still hasn’t truly grieved their deaths. • Mother – Belinda Blumenthal [deceased] Orphaned at a young age and raised in a series of foster homes until she managed to secure a job doing housekeeping in a hotel. Always had an interest in folklore and the occult, and when she met her husband it was a topic that they bonded over. When he asked her to marry him, she agreed immediately. As with Patrick, Lucy loved her mother. However, even as a child, she knew that her medical conditions put a great strain on the family, and she blamed herself for it all. Following her discovery of what her parents did, Lucy didn’t know how to process it and more or less suppressed any grief over their passing. Friendly Interactions – Connor Stanford/Chisel/Grey-Man (it’s complicated) [OC], and Lonán (being almost the only person who her ‘tenants’ allow her to be near without urging her to kill) [OC] Neutral Interactions – Most other people and creatures, until such time as they become a target Antagonistic Interactions – Slenderman (due to the ‘Connor Situation’), and most –if not all– of his other Proxies History – When Lucy was diagnosed with cancer [maybe a brain tumour, but definitely aggressive] at the age of 6, her parents were devastated. They were not wealthy, and it quickly became apparent that the costs of treating their only child’s condition was becoming far too much for them to bear without significant aid –aid which they didn’t receive. Eventually, when all other options had been exhausted, the desperate parents turned to the illusory chance that their shared interest in the occult posed… Patrick and Belinda systematically went through everything they could think of, until –at long last, three years after the diagnosis– they resolved to try summoning a creature and asking it to help their baby. They tried to summon the demon Barbas, due to being described in the Ars Goetia as having some connection with healing, but something went wrong; a different demon appeared, instead, and –being beyond desperation by then– they posed their request to him… heal their daughter in return for anything he asked of them. Belial –for that is who they summoned– took advantage of the loose restrictions placed on him. He did as he was asked, completely removing any trace of Lucy’s cancer, and told her parents that all he’d ask of them was that they prepare an offering for him when their daughter was 16 years old. In the years between his summoning and his inevitable return, while Lucy’s family returned to relative normalcy, Belial visited his ‘investment’ in her dreams; Lucy never remembered these upon waking, but the cold sweat drenching her body was clue enough as to the nightmarish nature they possessed. When Belial did return properly on the night before Lucy’s 16th birthday, Baal-Berith arrived alongside him, having been made quite curious about the nature of this family who had deliberately invoked one of their kind in the first place. Both demons pushed their way into Lucy’s body while she slept, and were surprised to learn that it was ‘far roomier’ than any previous vessel that either had taken in the past. Belial’s intervention had effectively turned her body into ‘prime real estate’. Throughout the night, more demons arrived in their wake, and –as the sun rose– they puppeteered her to kill her parents and run away. ~*~ Story is on the back-burner for the time being, but I will write one for her. I will update this with a link to the story when I've done it.
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To Read List - Larry
Part 3 of my Larry to read list! Hopefully this is the last part (but if I know myself at all it probably won’t be).
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Has the Ocean Lost Its Way by FullOnLarrie
Louis and Liam are professional surfers who have been traveling the world together for years. Now they travel with Liam’s pro-surfer girlfriend Amelia and their baby Vivian. They’re in Manly Beach, Sydney to compete in the 2017 Australia Open of Surfing when Louis meets Harry, a freelance surf photographer working for Surfer Magazine.
Louis wonders if his nomadic lifestyle will keep him single indefinitely or if there’s someone out there who’ll fit in with his little makeshift family.
burn this flame by rainbowninja167
“You’ve played keeper before?” Tomlinson asks suspiciously, hands on his waist.
“Er, yeah,” Harry coughs. “Loads of times.”
“Alright Popstar, if you’re sure,” Tomlinson tells him with a shrug, his professional expression already curling into laughter. Harry tries not to read too much into it. After all, how hard can goalkeeping really be?
When Harry gets invited to play in a celebrity charity match with Louis Tomlinson, Manchester United's star player, he's determined to impress him with brilliant football skills. The only flaw in Harry's otherwise foolproof plan? He has absolutely no football skills, brilliant or otherwise.
Strength in Softness by larrymylove
"As soon as he saw Harry’s picture, he froze. It was a picture of Harry practicing his boxing, heavy black gloves covering his fists as he punched at a bag hanging from the ceiling. His face was focused and he looked like an absolute beast. Louis reached out and touched the picture with his finger, consistently amazed by the duality of Harry. As he started at the picture, he wondered if Harry had pink nail varnish on his toes when it was taken, and what other tattoos and secrets he had buried underneath his workout gear and hard expression."
Or, the one in which Harry is a boxer/trainer, and teaches Louis that there can be, and is, strength in softness.
Galileo by 13ways
“Dangerous? Not haute?” Harry mused. “Why not haute?”
“‘Course you're haute, babe,” Louis smiled. He reached out to fix a stray curl that had dropped down onto Harry’s forehead. Harry stared at him with a dimpled smile, and Louis reared his head back to laugh. Harry craned his head back in parallel with Louis’s, watching him. He couldn't peel his eyes away. Louis Tomlinson laughing was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“You're a whole other level of charming, you know that?” Louis said. Harry leaned forward to kiss Louis. They both closed their eyes, savoring the moment. It was a kiss that should have happened ages ago.
Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren't supposed to be friends.
But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles.
In This Moment by dimpled_halo
Louis is on a mission to right all the wrongs he’s made and Harry is the first on his list. He’s not looking to be in a relationship with him again–though he wouldn’t be opposed to it–but he really doesn’t want to leave this earth with Harry hating him.
Louis waits until the rush dies down, and when the last customer leaves the shop, he starts walking towards the front door. His heart beats faster, the closer he gets, the anticipation getting to be almost too much. He opens the door with shaky fingers, and when he goes inside Harry is in the middle of adding more scones to the display case.
“Welcome to Tiers of Joy, what can I get started for you?” Harry isn’t looking at him, but when his eyes make their way to Louis, he pauses. His eyes harden immediately.
***
A mix-up at the hospital causes Louis to reevaluate his life and he works on trying to fix his biggest mistake: letting Harry Styles walk out of his life two years ago.
That's How I Know by allwaswell16
Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.
Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.
I Still Find You Lovely by angelichl
Reason #37 - Because They Have Air-Conditioning and You Don't
The more he thinks about it, the more he can imagine himself in some bloke’s bed, sweat-free and soaking up the air-conditioning, maybe even curled up under the duvet because he's actually a little cold. The prospect of a reprieve from the heat is even more alluring than the prospect of getting laid. Which may or may not be saying a lot.
“That’s… actually not a bad idea…”
In which Harry goes to a bar in search of a bloke with an air-conditioned flat.
Use Your Words by zedi
based off this prompt: collage au where jock!harry always serenades flowercrown!louis with love songs in their music class. what nobody knows is that harry actually kinda means the words he sings.
But instead it's Louis as the jock and Harry as the flowerchild because I do what I want.
Scoring Position by juliusschmidt
Harry Styles hasn’t pitched a perfect game, but if he closes out this final inning, he’ll get the win and bring handsome soccer star Louis Tomlinson home.
[Or the one where they’re all athlete-type people (except Gucci model Zayn and overly-friendly sports journalist Niall) and long-fated lovers Harry and Louis finally get together after Liam plays in the Superbowl.]
One Taste And He Want It by lululawrence
Stan: Yeah, dude. Listen to Steve and Oli, as much as I hate to say it.
Perrie: Well I’m supportive. If you two actually got together, it would be super cute. Perrie: Jesy says she stans you and supports your marriage
Stan: Shut up, Perrie. He doesn’t need more fuel for this. Stan: For real, Louis, I don’t think it’s a good idea.
Louis: Too late. I’m captain, which means my vote counts more than yours, and my mind’s already made up. I’m gonna woo him and learn about his team and we’re gonna kick their asses.
Or the one where Harry and Louis are the captains of the two Frisbee Battles teams in the finals, and Louis has to find a way for his team to win. Seduction is, naturally, the only option.
It's halftime. Are you ready to go? by momentofclarity
Reason #12 - Because it's halftime.
Harry would like to think that he doesn’t know how he got himself into this. Only… he’d be lying. Because he knows exactly how he got himself into this. Oh man, does he know, and it’s all because of a certain Louis Tomlinson. Alternatively - football is gay and Harry is trying to cope.
Don't Bite Your Tongue by dinosaursmate
Reason # 19: celebrate major victory by favourite team or political candidate. - Louis looked down at Harry’s chest, and… shit. He was wearing a Manchester United shirt. “You were right.” Harry inhaled through his teeth. “Someone stole your seat. A horrid little Man U fan, at that.” “Are you seriously not getting up?” Louis laughed humourlessly. “You little shit.” “You didn’t call me and then you ask me for a favour? Please.” - City and United are competing for the Premiership but, for Louis and Harry, it's not just the title that hangs in the balance.
Read Between the Blurry Lines by QuickedWeen
Harry gave a shocked laugh, “Smooth, very smooth.” Louis shrugged unapologetically. “What can I say, you’re cute, and I’ve only got one stop left before you get off. I don’t exactly have time to beat around the bush.” Harry giggled again, and quickly handed his phone to Louis to get his number. Louis dialed his own number and handed the phone back to him as the train was pulling into Harry’s stop. Just before the doors opened, Harry turned around and smiled. “See you on Thursday, Louis.”
Harry and Louis meet at an event and hit it off, but Louis is hiding something important about his life.
The Balcony by maggieisalarrie (ls2k14)
Just as he’s about to fall back to sleep, a strange sound catches his attention. He quiets his breathing and focuses, trying to hear whatever it is more clearly. The same noise comes again and he starts to silently freak out because, obviously, the logical explanation is that there’s someone inside his apartment and is there to either rob him or murder him and he can’t quite say he’s okay with either of those scenarios.
There’s no indication of someone walking or shuffling or moving things around out there. His heart rate slows just a bit and then spikes again when a different sound comes from outside his balcony doors.
“What the fuck,” he whispers to himself.
My English Love Affair by isthatyoularry
The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody's supposed to find out it's about you.
The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.
Can't Start A Fire Without A Spark by larrymylove
Louis Tomlinson is the pop sensation with his first new single out since taking a personal hiatus from the spotlight. Harry is a paparazzi hired to photograph him during promo. Louis hates paparazzi with a passion, but there’s just something about the pretty young pap with wide green eyes and chocolate curls that Louis can’t shake from his head.
can i be him? by amory
Louis is twenty years old and has been waiting for his soulmate and true love to come along since the day he was born. Harry is an eighteen year old youtuber who is skeptical of soulmates and the pressure of being the person someone else has been dreaming of their entire lives.
They meet at Playlist Live
Boy, you got me blinded by jbm_94_bcn
If Louis wasn’t completely sure that they were on May 22nd, he would’ve bet this was an April’s Fool joke. He couldn’t believe all these important people were seriously proposing he should appear on the cover of fucking Vogue magazine. He wasn’t alone, it seemed like Lottie was about to faint right next to him. He stared at each and every face in front of him, and they weren’t smiling, so this had to be a serious proposal. Actually, there was one face smiling - Harry’s. The fucker was smirking. Louis didn’t like him anymore.
Or the one where Louis finds himself modeling for Vogue Magazine next to hot top model Harry Styles and faking a relationship with him for the public, finding along the way more than a new way of life
Keep Yourself Warm by navigator
AU. Harry sleeps around.
as long as skies are blue by theboyfriendstagram
Summer Camp!AU. Louis has been a football instructor at Lake District Camp for three years when twenty-year old Harry Styles - the latest addition to the counseling team - stumbles not so gracefully into his life. It’s not that Harry is everything Louis can’t stand-except. He is. But that doesn’t stop him from walking in on the naked boy too many times for it to be a coincidence.
Never Be by cherrystreet
Monica: You've got to see her again. Ross: And why do you care so much? Monica: Because! You could get to live out my fantasy! Ross: You had fantasies about Emily? Monica: No! Y’know, the fantasy! Meet someone from a strange land, fall madly in love, and spend the rest of your lives together.
The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.
Escapade by dolce_piccante
In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.
As You Are by zarah5
AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It's also against his contract.
The only reason Harry auditions for The X Factor is because his best mate signed the two of them up as some kind of joke. Harry doesn't get the big deal—not until he's faced with this season's judges and realises that one of them used to be his desperate, impossible teenage crush.
You'll Breathe Me In (You Won't Release) by LoadedGunn
His first driving lesson with Louis takes place on a Saturday.
Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently "not another surly teacher" meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin's trying to get Harry killed at seventeen.
Or, the AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who's really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.
Up To No Good by whoknows
Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all. Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.
It’s especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too long.
Sometimes Harry hates his life.
like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas
au; harry breaks louis, louis breaks everything.
Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds
“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.
Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”
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1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.
Too Much To Bare by soloistharold
"From where Harry was sitting, Louis’ face looked more angular, more mature. He found himself studying Louis’ features, from the way his hair fell against his forehead, to the prominence of his cheekbones, to the dip of his cupid’s bow, and finally, to the subtle curve of his small lips.
He stared and stared and stared, noticing how his eyes crinkled every time he laughed at one of Chandler’s stupid jokes, watching the way his mouth moved when he smiled, feeling a slight yearning in his chest for more contact. He wanted to reach forward, maybe tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear, press his lips against the warmth of Louis’ cheek… perhaps let them wander to the right a bit and capture Louis’ lips in a kiss.
He wondered what Louis would do if Harry kissed him. Would he get mad and push him away? Or would he welcome it? Maybe bring a hand up to cup Harry’s cheek and use the other to stroke his hair.”
OR
Harry has been in love with Louis for as long as he can remember despite his many efforts to move on, until finally, in a last ditch attempt to put it all behind him, Harry pushes away everyone he loves.
Bathroom Tricks by luminescence2
louis tomlinson doesn't do relationships. but he does do harry styles.
A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall by rosegoldhl (Rosegoldhl)
Like an automatic machine, Harry opened his marker and stood in front of the customer waiting to write the name and order. “Hi, welcome to the 78 Café, what would you like to order?”
“Free tea?”
Harry’s eyes snapped to the customer, the voice spreading warmth in his chest. He smiled at the blue-eyed man, who looked cozy in an oversized hoodie, sleepy eyes and tangled hair.
Louis is a homeless man and Harry is an uninspired writer, who gives him a home.
A Rock For Your Thoughts by caverlywrites
Harry is ready to start his new job as a full-time nanny. Everything that could go wrong, does.
something in the way you move makes me feel like i can’t live without you by justaboat
au. harry and louis are figure skating partners in the sochi 2014 winter olympics.
Lust for Life by larryent
AU. After Louis moves into a new flat, his fit next door neighbour who happens to be a baker brings him cupcakes to welcome him into the building.
Your Silhouette Over Me (orphan_account)
“Alright don’t forget the mission, get Louis laid,” Louis shouted over the music.
“Don’t know who Louis is, but I support it.”
Louis turned towards the contributing voice and saw the bartender leaning in front of him, his elbows resting against the lip of the bar. He had brown hair that fell in loose curls just above his collar bones which were perfectly on show due to the fact that his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his abdomen. The shirt’s sleeves were cuffed up along his inked bicep and the pattern was something that Louis would expect a dad on vacation to wear, not a young bartender.
“He’s Louis,” Zayn said, jutting his thumb in Louis’ direction.
The bartender nodded approvingly, “then I definitely support it.”
~~~~~~
Or the one where Louis went out one night after work, wanting to get laid, and then ended up meeting a bartender named Harry Styles.
The Summertime, The Butterflies, All Belong To Your Creation by PumpkinspiceLou (CatyDreamDwyer)
When Louis decides to help out a lost little girl at the park, he never expected it would lead him to finding his home.
heroes of the orange skies by queenmcgonagall
Louis likes bathroom walls and Sharpies, Harry likes metal, Zayn likes Liam and Liam likes Zayn, Niall is wise, and they all go to the zoo.
Stargazer Louis by thecheshirepussycat
Louis has been deaf ever since a he was a little kid. Some of his only comforts now are the colors and fragrances of flowers. Harry could care less about flowers and prefers the beautiful melodies of his music. How could two people so different find love and maybe something else they didn't know they were missing in each other?
All The King's Men by sacredheart (orphan_account)
Louis is an arrogant, self assured prince who falls in love with a charming thief named Harry during his youth. However, years later, a revolution is sparked amongst the frustrated commoners... and Louis's former teenage romance is leading it.
another hazy may by deLILAh
louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.
hush. by Wankerville
“I don't like you like that, Harry.”
“See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.”
or an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.
As Cold as a Whisper by panda_bear21
Harry did not turn around to face Louis yet and Louis’ body screamed at him to take the opportunity and run. Run until he couldn’t anymore, until his lungs collapsed out of breath and he was either safe and away or caught back in Harry’s gaze. Harry turned then, and his eyes were darker than the heavens and just as green as the haunting woods surrounding them, entrapping Louis. Focused, and clear. Louis' heart rattled in his ribcage, shaking, wanting to escape his unmoving body. Harry walked closer and Louis’ eyes stayed on him, breath leaving in a sharp exhale when Harry bent down to touch his face.
A fairy tale au where people in Louis' village are disappearing and Louis is married off to uphold a centuries long agreement.
Love's Truest Language by summerwine
The first part was meant as a joke. He didn't really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.
“Where's your order forms, then?”
“I don't want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.
Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”
No One Does It Better by nodibs
Harry's an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn't the first time they've met.
finding you was so hard (but loving you is easy) by togetherwecouldbealright
An incredibly shameless vampire!AU filled with stupid jokes, endless dates, flappy bird, a bro man dude pal sleepover thing and there also might be some sex in strange places.
Also known as the one where everyone is a vampire, Louis is oblivious and somewhere along the way it becomes a bit too much like Twilight.
Then a string of thoughts make themselves clear in Louis’ head. First, Harry is a vampire. Second, Louis is a dumbass. Third, Louis is also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. Fourth, he’s pretty sure he just quoted the back of the Twilight book.
Only You by mystic_believexx
A strict school, a forbidden love and a burning hatred that turns to passion so hot Louis' in very real danger of getting burnt…
After pulling one prank too many on their high school's Principal, Louis and Liam get transferred to Stanford Institution, a boarding school with a reputation for handling rebellious teens. Louis' determined to buckle down and follow the rules so he can come back home as soon as possible but unfortunately for him, his roommate-one Harry Styles- has other plans.
Sometimes things have a funny way of working out...
Off The Record by Tomlinsontoes
Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don't.
“I'm not your personal assistant you know,” Harry says once he gets there and Louis lets him in and he shoves the bag into his hands. “I'm your publicist.”
“I know that,” Louis smiles a devilish grin patting Harry in the middle of his chest as he takes the bag, “but look at you personally assisting me,” he says looking in the bag and pulling out the Cheetos. I also know that my PA turns his phone on silent at night, and clearly, you don't. Waiting for a booty call or something?” Louis says turning on his heels and scurrying over to his sofa and plopping down. Harry swears he sees a puff of orange dust soar into the air when Louis opens the bag. He's amazed that couch is as clean as it looks.
Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante
American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).
Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.
A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?
Baby Heaven's in your Eyes by theboyfriendstagram
They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.
Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.
Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.
Trailer here
Mute by TroubledPro
How is love supposed to speak, when one can’t even choke out the words? Louis’ life was a joke through his witty words. Harry’s life was a joke through his lack of words. Louis was classed as a normal child; mentally and physically. Harry was classed as an abnormal child; mentally and physically. Louis could speak. Harry could not. Harry had progressive mutism. Louis did not.
Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews
AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.
Don't hum Bolero.
Flour and Chocolate by teaandtumblr
It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.
Then he approached the display cabinet.
And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.
What. The. Fuck?
Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out.
OR
Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.
the wonderlands by stylinsoncity
"Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands."
Harry's daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis' girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.
Take My Breath Away by RealityBetterThanFiction
There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line.
Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.
Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12
Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.
Young & Beautiful by Velvetoscar
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.
Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart
“Why exactly are you here?” Louis asked, feigning annoyance and failing pathetically at it. “My publicist told me I can't go anywhere near you.” Harry said, eyes still smudged with last night's eye liner. “That makes you my favorite person in the world.”
Or the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.
Hide your Face (So the World Will Never Find You) by neozeka
Louis is a master thief, and one of the most wanted criminals in the kingdom. When he hears that Prince Harry is holding a public masquerade ball to find a potential queen, Louis can’t pass up the opportunity to go after the crown jewels.
Or the one in which Harry is a prince, Louis is definitely not Cinderella, there is still a ball, and the magic doesn’t end at midnight.
in the middle of the night by hazkaban
louis takes a stray dog in for the night and ends up with more than he bargained for.
We Never Said Our Love Was Evergreen by PumpkinspiceLou (CatyDreamDwyer)
Harry takes his position at the top of the grand staircase, eyes washing over the crowd. It’s a sea of formality, ornate fish following the waves the music dictates, the current of Victorian tradition. Harry begins to wonder if perhaps that is his problem. Being stuck in an endless circle is why what he yearns for most in this world is still so cruelly out of his reach. Before the thought can grow and wreak havoc though, something catches Harry’s eye in the middle of the ballroom.
OR A Victorian Masquerade Ball AU where Harry is basically the Phantom of the Opera
This Must Be My Dream by nothing_but
When he got closer, Harry could see that the person on the side of the road was a young man who was holding a piece of cardboard. London was scribbled onto it in big letters so passing drivers leaving the motorway station could easily read it.
OR Louis is hitchhiking and Harry takes him in. And well, who knew that there would be so many things to be discovered apart from towns and roads and motels?
Rhonda by aclosetlarryshipper
“Would it be weird of me to say I’m almost, like… nervous?”
Louis shakes his head, giggling as their noses press together in an Eskimo kiss. “Would it be weird of me to say I’m glad? Because I am too. A little.”
Louis can feel Harry exhale. “If you’re nervous, it means you really like the person, right? That’s what I’ve heard.”
“That sounds right,” Louis says, and then he leans in.
or
The High School AU that was inspired by Home.
Green Eyes, Empty Canvas by SexyAsswoMan
His eyes were a weird shade of green. A shade that reminded you of a forest. a forest washed up in rain, glistening in the golden sun. Bright yet soft at the same time. And Louis wanted to get lost in them. Wanted to take it all out and splatter it on a canvas. Wanted to know every stroke of the man that stood in front of him. Too bad he was shit at forming words.
or where,
Louis Tomlinson liked to paint and suddenly, all he could ever paint was Harry Styles.
Amid the Falling Snow by noellehenry
Harry is going to spend Christmas with his sister Gemma while their parents enjoy a vacation on Aruba. However, she has a few surprises for him.
Harry can deal with the Irish boyfriend and a birthday party; it's the birthday boy he's not prepared for. The boy he once had a massive crush on, the boy who had hurt him, the boy he wanted to forget.
Why is he still attracted to him?
Featuring lots of snow, books and a cosy cottage in an idyllic village
A Whole New World by backonefish
He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, imagining the notes he heard earlier are from a residual dream. He opens his eyes, and, nope. The music is still there. Notes of a song he could never forget clear as the confusion in his head. That is to say, they’re really not very clear. The more he strains to comprehend what the fuck is actually going on, the more he understands. Understands that what he’s hearing is piano keys, not a record of a song. Understands that whoever is playing the piano is really not very good at it, hesitance heard before each press of the key. Understands that his fucking neighbour is waking him up at – he fumbles with his phone on his bedside - 7:30 in the morning by playing Aladdin songs on a piano. Badly.
Or- Louis has moved into his new apartment to start his new job as a teacher. Things would be great. If only his arsehole neighbour didn't wake him up every morning by playing piano. Shenanigans ensue. Like a very inadvisable kissing bet.
Ride 'Em Cowboy by larry_love13
A Harry Stripper AU.
i just know i have found the place my heart belongs by scagnetism
“Gracie loves faeries, don’t you, little love?” Louis asks, cutting through Harry’s thoughts, and she spares a glance over her shoulder at her father, nodding quickly before looking back at the house and touching it with gentle fingers.
Harry looks up at him, and they share a small smile, Louis making him feel warm, warm, warm. “This is her house, and it’s my favorite thing in my shop,” Harry explains, and Louis crouches slightly so he can see it better.
“’S beautiful,” he murmurs, and Harry smiles appreciatively at him.
Harry looks at Gracie again, blonde hair falling into her face as she inspects the glittery house, and he instinctively tucks her hair back behind her ear. “I’ve never seen the faerie,” he says to her softly, “but sometimes, when it’s very quiet, I can feel her.” He closes his eyes, taking in a breath, just sitting like that for a few seconds for the effect. “That’s how I know she’s watching over me.”
Or, the one where Louis has a quiet little girl, Harry has a toy shop with a magic faerie house, and they were made to fall in love.
Just Tell Me the Song and I'll Sing It by myownspark
Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.
Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.
Based on the following prompt: Harry and Louis are university students who go to the same bar on the weekends. The bar has karaoke and Louis likes to sing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs sometimes. Harry thinks he's cute so he starts singing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs and flirting with him while he's on stage.
The Fox You've Been Waiting For by FeelsForBreakfast
Louis isn't in love with Harry, but it’s something like that. A story where Louis is a contradiction and Harry thinks he’s the greatest.
"He wants to be loved and he wants to be the best but he wants it whispered to him, so quietly he almost can’t hear it, on Harry’s lips that sting like nettles. Harry’s golden in the sun and ivory in the moonlight and Louis wants to be in his orbit. He wants them to be kings."
Even Angels Have Their Demons by AFangirlFantasy
Louis is appointed the role of Guardian Angel, and his first mission is a boy named Zayn Malik. Unfortunately, it seems that a certain Demon has gotten to him first.
Or... an Angel/Demon AU where Angel Louis hates Demon Harry, but somewhere along the way that stops being so true.
Little Technicolor Things by tekhnicolor
Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.
more than just a dream by spit_on_me_larry
Louis Tomlinson loves his life, he really does. It's just that he's constantly on the verge of everything completely going to shit. He's disorganized and clumsy and hotheaded and just a little bit ridiculous.
And then he meets Harry Styles. Harry is the type of person Louis hates. It seems like everything comes easily to him. He's rich and brilliant and everyone loves him and he has his life impossibly and perfectly together.
Louis detests Harry Styles. Except for the inconvenient fact that he can't seem to get Harry out of his head.
Send My Love by FallingLikeThis, Rearviewdreamer
Louis Tomlinson is fed up with dating losers. Harry Styles is tired of leaving his love life up to fate. Maybe one last try is just what they need to get it right.
Or, when online dating actually works.
Given a Chance by Fabby
Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.
The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?
Wrong.
What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?
(or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)
The Brightest Lights by Rearviewdreamer
After watching yet another actor walk away with his Oscar, Louis is on the lookout for the role of a lifetime that might finally get him the one thing he has always wanted. He didn't think coming out of his self-proclaimed break to do another film would be all that difficult, but that was before he met his new co-star.
If Tomorrow Never Comes (We Had Last Night) by FallingLikeThis, Rearviewdreamer
Louis accepts the call without bothering to look at the caller ID. Only Zayn would be a big enough asshole to call him at two in the morning. This fucking better be important. “This fucking better be important,” Louis greets.
On the other end of the line comes a soft giggle. “Li, you don’t usually curse. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.”
Yeah, that’s not Zayn. Louis sighs, his anger melting into resignation when he realizes that it’s some poor bastard probably drunk dialing his ex or something. “Sorry, mate. Think you’ve got the wrong number.”
Based on this Tumblr prompt: "Accidentally called your number while drunk asking for a ride and you actually came au"
Monday Meetings by kikikryslee
American AU where the boys all work for their college newspaper. Louis gets to voice his opinion in every issue, Liam is in charge, keeping everyone in line, Niall just really loves soccer, Zayn is an aspiring photographer and Harry is the incoming photo editor.
(Or, the one where Louis wants to date Harry, but won't, because they work together, even though the other boys follow no such rule.)
--- Louis turned and looked Harry in the eye. "I told Niall that even though he wanted to date Josh, his co-worker, it just wasn't going to work out. And that was OK, because there's plenty of other people out there for him." Please take the hint. Please. It looked like Harry did, because he simply nodded before breaking the gaze.
For the Sake of Propriety by panda_bear21
Louis Tomlinson is the caretaker of an estate that is not truly his, and when his Uncle calls upon him to take it back, Louis knows he will soon be out on the streets with four overly zealous sisters to care for. His only solution: wed the eldest two off and pray for the best. When an even better solution unexpectedly presents itself in the form of the charming Mr. Styles, Louis is faced with a difficult choice. But as with all things in the regency era, reputation very well may threaten to outweigh the fleeting matters of his heart.
once upon a dream by thedeathchamber
Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.
aka. the Medium/Criminal Minds-inspired AU no one ever asked for.
Forever Home by thedeathchamber
Louis heard humming, soft and melodious, and the scribble of a pen on paper, before he blinked into awareness, his vision focusing gradually to make out the person standing at the foot of his bed. It was a young male nurse, dressed in light blue scrubs. The morning autumn sunlight streaming in through the window lit up the hair that escaped from his bun like a halo. “Hi,” Louis croaked. The nurse’s head whipped up from his notes. “Oh, you’re awake—” When he looked at Louis his voice broke off and his face went slack. “You’re awake,” he repeated.
Hate Me To The Moon by harrystylesandstuff
The last thing Harry wanted was to spend his entire summer stuck with his dad's new fiancée and her kids. He wants no more when he learns she's a very religious dictator, raising a sixteen year old nun and a clean cut potential priest ass kisser.
Everything takes a slightly different turn, however, when Harry finds out his future step-brother is actually the rude stranger he caught sucking off a guy in a pub, far from the reserved Christian his mom thinks he is...
AU where Harry is a sexy nerd, Louis is a great actor, and they both pretend to hate each other's guts to convince themselves they're not feeling things future step-brothers shouldn't feel...
Purer Than The Water (like we were) by FeelsForBreakfast
Louis is a merman and Harry is a boy. The lake is a good place to fall in love.
"Louis wants the boy to wade deeper, deep enough that Louis can go under and wrap his fingers around his ankles for just a moment. Pull him under. Just touch skin, for a second."
every time i run, i keep on falling on you by hazmesentir
Shameless fluffy Christmas fic.
AU. After being best friends for 8 years, Harry moves to LA. It takes the keen observations of all of Louis' friends to realise the one thing he really wants for Christmas is Harry.
Today and Every Day by LittleLostPieces
Five times Harry proposed, and one time Louis definitively said yes.
you and me were kings by ithacas
harry plays football in a small town in west texas. louis might be the only person that doesn’t give a damn. au.
Reeling Through The Fall by zarah5
AU. They hate each other. Except for when they don’t.
This Shifting Ground by zarah5
University AU. In which Louis, law student, is the cheeky waiter to Harry’s dates. This is how it starts.
These Roads We Stumble Down by onewasturning
He’s completely drenched, not one millimetre of him not covered in rain, and the old sheepskin cover over the seat is probably going to stink afterwards from the damp. But even with what seems to be a constant tremor shaking his body, brown hair plastered to his forehead, and a blue tinge to his skin, he’s still probably the most gorgeous person that Harry has ever seen.
Or, Harry picks up a hitchhiker in Oxford, and it's a long ride to Glasgow.
Red Brick Heart by hazmesentir
Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.
Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted.
we're falling skyward by brownheadedstranger
AU. Louis fires people for a living and meets up with Harry in big cities.
(Take You Back Where You Belong) This Could be Our Favorite Song (orphan_account)
When recently divorced, thirty-five year-old, overworked tax accountant Louis Tomlinson gets sent on a two-week vacation to Aruba by his best friend, he automatically assumes it's going to be two weeks of panicking about all of the work he's missing and staying holed up in his room. But then, right on his first night in Aruba, he meets Harry Styles, the cheeky, crass, and charming waiter and up-and-coming musician. Who happens to only be eighteen years old.
Nonetheless, a whirlwind romance kicks up between Louis and Harry, and Louis finds himself falling for the boy in a way he hadn't thought he could fall again after his divorce. But as Louis' two weeks in Aruba come to a close and Harry finds himself standing on the cusp of the fame he's always craved, Louis has to make the decision of whether or not he's going to stay with Harry, or leave him behind in Aruba, and it turns out to be the toughest decision Louis ever has to make.
Counting The Steps Between Us by zarah5
AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis' new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)
love me in between the future and the past by navigator, quitter
Set during the 2013 VMAs.
Harry's scared of history repeating itself.
Now I Got You In My Space (I Won't Let Go of You) by three_miles
Louis and Harry used to fool around, until they just... stopped. Until today, when Louis gets a signal from Harry that he hasn't seen in a long time.
Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante
AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.
oh your touch, so bittersweet by soleilouis
louis meets harry in a tattoo shop.
twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes by hazandboo_write
harry's cute and curly and blind, louis's not, they meet at a wedding, and then out for yogurt.
We Will Find Our Way by supernope
Harry smiles at Louis, quick and easy, and says, “Well, since we’re in the same boat, we’ll just make our own Christmas. What do you say?” Louis tamps down on a bloom of warmth in his belly. He barely knows Harry past seeing him walk down the hall in just his skivvies - not that he’s complaining - but he’s being so lovely, smiling at him so hopefully, and, well. Louis doesn’t much fancy the idea of spending Christmas completely alone. Nodding, he reaches out and pokes Harry’s dimple, watches it flirt to life underneath his fingertip. “I say yes.”
AKA, Harry and Louis are uni students studying abroad in New York, stuck in the dorms together over Christmas.
Spin Me Like A Record by zarah5
Uni AU. Sometimes, Louis poses as Harry’s boyfriend. It doesn’t mean anything. Really.
Speaking of Marvels by navigator, quitter
AU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors' son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling.
we are the greatest pretenders by chillpills
“You do matter,” he says, roughly. “You matter so much, and you’re not just a computer, because you’re Hazza, and you’re mine, and it doesn’t matter what they say because I think you’re the best person I’ve ever known and I’d be honored to serve with you and - ” Harry tosses the memory drive aside and then throws his arms around Louis and drags him down on top of him, burying his face in Louis’ neck. Louis can feel Harry’s forehead against his false pulse, and hear the quiet sobbing noises he’s making under his ear.
or: Louis and Harry are androids, Nick developed them with independent emotions, and they get much more than they bargained for with them.
Thought The Song Was Sung by 100percentsassy
Louis never auditioned for the X-Factor. Years later, Harry's just another gay ex-boybander who lives alone with his cat... until Niall decides to take matters into his own hands and set up a profile for Harry on a dating website.
harder to hide than i thought by dangerbears
ridiculous self-indulgent high school au. louis's best friend's little brother suddenly got very attractive.
Waited My Whole Life for This One Night by LittleLostPieces
It's been said that patience is a virtue. Harry is sure that the person who came up with that cliche never spent eighteen hours waiting for the birth of their first child.
Exhale the Dust by flutterbutt
Louis is a disgraced former pop star who needs help writing a single. (a Music and Lyrics AU)
A week later, the note from Breakfast Harry is still buried in Louis' kitchen drawer under forks and spoons and spatulas, all but forgotten. Louis is in bed (because it is only 11 o'clock, after all) when he gets another call from Herb. It's probably about opening for fucking Blue again. He'll probably say yes this time. He hates turning Herb down, especially since he knows that Herb most likely begged Blue's people to consider Louis in the first place.
we are honey and the bee by soleilouis
It isn’t his fault though, it is entirely the fault of whichever gods thought it would be a good idea to taunt Louis by dangling a curly haired boy in front of him with a mouth that can’t possibly be as soft as it looks, a mouth that requires further inspection with Louis’ own mouth. Unfortunately, Louis absolutely cannot do that, because it would go against all rules and guidelines in the Golden Handbook of Nanny and Employee Etiquette that he’s pretty sure exists.
au where harry plays rugby at uni, louis needs to hire a nanny, and life is one big cliche.
we were just like glue by togetherwecouldbealright
Louis works in a library where his own books sit on the shelves. Also, there may or may not be a Harry Styles involved and he may or may not be Louis' muse. Not that Louis is admitting to anything.
me and you and you and me (orphan_account)
On the occasion of Harry's 20th birthday, aka pretty much total FWP (fluff without plot).
It's All Brand New Because of You by supernope
It’s nearing six o’clock in the evening, and despite the fact that it’s summer, the aquarium has emptied out considerably and it’s quiet as Louis wanders the exhibits. A few people try to ask him questions as he wanders, but Louis knows less about the creatures in the tanks than they do, so he keeps having to apologize and explain that he’s just a counselor, not a biologist.
AKA, Louis starts a new job as a summer camp counselor at the local aquarium and Harry is a biologist who really likes teaching people about the ocean.
hold a hand for cover by vashtaneradas
they’ve still got all the money in the world, all the big nights and bigger houses, all the people at their doors with singles and album deals and promises of more, they still have all of that, and they will forever. the only thing they’ve burnt through is each other.
or, two years after the band, harry and louis bump into each other for the first time.
Under The Same Sun by FeelsForBreakfast
Louis and Harry live 400 miles away from each other. Sometimes it’s hard. (internet boyfriends, indie bands, and happy endings)
“I already miss you. I miss you all the damn time.” Louis says, because it’s late enough for honesty.
not fortune's fool by eleadore
The one where Louis goes to sleep in his X-Factor bunk and wakes up years in the future to discover things have... changed.
if you're for real and not pretend by brownheadedstranger
In which Harry works in a bakery and Louis can't seem to find what he's looking for.
Celebrity Discount by LoadedGunn
Louis fell for Prince Harry when he was ten and Harry was eight and peeked behind the Queen’s elegant gown for his first public appearance—a shy smile and a mess of curls. He fell for him when he caught Lottie putting up a magazine cover of Harry on her wall and all she had to say for herself was, “He’s such a good person, yeah?” and, yeah. He fell for him when Harry gracefully accepted his demotion. He fell for him when Harry came out and stayed out.
Truly, Madly, Deeply (10 Things I Hate About You) by sunsetmog
The first Louis had heard of Harry auditioning for X Factor was the night he'd turned up on Louis' doorstep the day before leaving for Boot Camp, with a DVD and an illicit bottle of vodka.
Thing was, Louis hated secrets, and he really hated being made a fool of, and he really, really hated Harry Styles.
or: the one in which they're all in sixth form together, and Harry auditions for X Factor without them.
Let the Words Fall Out by pertunes
It’s not a thing, he decides. It’s not going to be a thing, because his ears have been ringing for months and so what if some days he feels like he’s straining to hear what even Niall’s jabbering on about.
hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas
au; harry's in the army, louis' back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.
sugar never tasted so good by vashtaneradas
louis sells rock candy and harry sells flowers and london is cold; aka a dumb valentine’s au.
Always There by tothemoonmydear
Louis Tomlinson, of One Direction, has been almost completely blind since birth, the exception being he can see blotches of shadows and shapes; just enough to keep himself standing upright. He’s supposed to be doing an interview about being blind in a world wide famous boyband, instead his answers once again drift off to Harry Styles..
based off of this meme: http://icantlouis.tumblr.com/post/43865524622/au-meme-louis-tomlinson-of-one-direction-has
place your hands on my face, close my eyes by empress
Louis met Harry on the fifteenth of August. He would never forget that day.
Or, Louis is the star footballer of Manchester United, and Harry a member of the rising pop sensation, One Direction. They shouldn't work, but they do, anyway (based on this AU post on tumblr).
Keep Me In Your Pocket by ologist
Louis has been living in a teapot since he was miniaturised by a witch, but Harry is determined to break the curse.
To Build A Home (orphan_account)
A story about a broken boy and the boy who falls in love with him.
Call Me Baby by mediwitch3
Louis moves to Holmes-Chapel after his parents die in a car crash. He has custody of his five sisters, and it is through the youngest he meets Harry Styles, a preschool teacher. Life just got a lot more complicated for Louis.
All the Corners of the World by robpatFF
Written in response to these tags on Tumblr though I'd recommend not reading those first unless you want to be spoiled. Alternatively, university!AU in which Harry runs away to New York City with only his camera and a playlist and Louis doesn't have a good side.
just a memory (and all that we could've been) by trustingno1
"I think - there's something wrong. With Harry's memory," Louis says, and someone mutes the TV.
(or: Harry wakes up in a reality in which he and Louis are very much together. Which is pretty awesome. Or - it would be. If Harry could remember any of it).
once like a spark by flimsy
Louis is a bartender, and Harry is just his type.
"Can I get you anything else?" Louis asks and shimmies his hips along to the beat of the music. Zayn is giving him a look from the other end of the bar, frowning slightly at the line of people waiting to get a drink. Louis rolls his eyes and shrugs and turns his attention back to the boy, who ruffles his fringe and gives Louis a little lopsided grin.
Smaller Than Me by checkthemargins
Harry's just finished his first year of uni on his way to becoming Dr. Harry Styles, Neurosurgeon. He's young, he has endless potential, three amazing best mates, a new love and the world at his fingertips. The fact that his new boyfriend may or may not be a sex-worker, of course, throws a wrench into the works. But it's not true. Really.
Probably.
It most definitely might not be entirely true. And that's all Harry needs to know.
If You Build Yourself a Myth by pukeandcry
Harry is six the first time he makes something change. (magical realism AU)
How Would You Feel (If I Told You I Loved You) by Only_angel_28
An AU inspired by the music video for Ed Sheeran's song Perfect featuring two idiots who are too thick to see that their friendship is anything but platonic, lots of pining, too many terms of endearment to count, a wedding, slow dancing, a couple of steamy hot tub moments, karaoke, snow, a healthy dose of cuddling, love confessions, and Harry and Louis being quite generous to each other.
*Or the one where Harry has been in love with his best friend for four years, and New Year's Eve at his family's holiday home in Switzerland is perfect for finally telling Louis how he feels.
Boy Interrupted by MrsStylinson
Five times that Harry walks in on Louis by accident and the one time he walks in on purpose.
Or, the one where they can only resist each other for so long, featuring some epic sexual tension, a heavy dose of pining, a hint of angst and a fluffy ending.
reminiscing the other day by tilthesundies
“Spain,” Harry says. “This weekend.”
Louis blinks. “Are you asking me, or telling me?”
“Asking,” he says with a huff.
Harry's invited to a wedding, and there's only so much Louis can hide.
Take Care of Me by louissketios
Louis is the fan that asks Harry to find him a date at his concert and Harry offers to take Louis out on a date instead.
Promise Not to Fall by dimpled_halo
Louis raises his eyebrows. “You want to be friends with benefits?”
Harry shrugs, “If that’s what you want to call it then, yeah. Why not?”
Louis brings his hand to rub the stubble on his jaw, seeming lost in his own thoughts. “Okay, I’ll agree on three conditions.”
“One: no sleep overs.”
Harry nods, “Okay."
“Two: if either of us finds someone else we call it off no questions asked.”
Harry isn’t sure why his stomach turns at that, but he agrees anyway.
“And three,” Louis’ face hardens, “you cannot, under any circumstances, fall in love with me.”
Harry snorts, “Yeah, okay,” he chuckles lightly.
or- When One Direction goes on hiatus, Harry and Louis reconnect, becoming the friends they once were during their days in the X Factor. It doesn’t take long for their friendship to evolve into friends with benefits, unable to resist the physical attraction between them. Things get complicated when feelings get in the way.
Oh, We're In Love, Aren't We? by Rearviewdreamer
After sixteen wonderful years of friendship, it's hard to imagine any grand (and usually dumb) plans they haven't had or some type of mischief they haven't gotten into together. But, when Harry suddenly finds himself without a fiance and Louis just wants to help him feel okay again, they realize falling in love is one thing they haven't done, and that's about to change.
Big Dicked Bottoms Make the Rockin’ World Go Round by YesIsAWorld
Harry was tired of the assumptions made about his sexual preferences and he wasn't afraid to (drunkenly) post on Tumblr about it. The last thing he expected was to find his perfect partner.
Seven Minutes in Heaven by Canadianlarrie (canadianlarrie)
It’s musty, it's confined and its where lost musical instruments go to die. It also happens to be where Harry and Louis are currently standing after being forced into the alcove under the basement stairs at Niall’s house for Seven Minutes in Heaven.
First kisses rarely happen as imagined – they’re awkward, ill-timed and sloppy af.
The one where Harry and Louis kiss and the whole thing’s kind of a hot glorious mess.
Surrender My Everything by crimsontheory
After his flight was delayed, Harry showed up stressed out, exhausted, and four hours late for his date with Louis.
Waiting For Someone Who Needs Me by graceling_in_a_suit
Harry huffed in frustration. His feet pigeon-toed as he took a step forward. “None?” he asked with a hint of desperation. “You have nothing that you need?” Louis shook his head. “Listen. I’ve a million things that I want, like for the Donny Rovers to get to finals and for our band to do well and to write better songs and for my mum to be able to pay off her mortgage, but I don’t need any of those things. There’s a difference.”
AU: Harry is a genie, and Louis doesn't think he needs anything.
You Wear White (I'll Wear Out The Words) by rainbowslovehl (Larrymateforlife)
“You’re drunk Harry. And you can’t possibly get married by the end of this week.” “Why not?” Harry asked, stubbornly jutting his chin up. “I’m a great person.” “Because you’re single, Harry, that's why,” Niall remarked as he plopped down on the opposite side of the booth.
Harry is desperate to get married before the end of the week. In walks Louis.
Bad Girl Riri by 13ways
Harry and Louis have a cat named Rihanna. She has opinions.
Do I need to worry? by enigma_scars
Louis needs to blow bubbles to get rid of his smoking addiction. Harry finds Louis cute and strikes a conversation head on. Louis finds Harry creepy and dangerous.
One Mississippi by AlwaysAqua
“What are you even doing here, Louis?” Harry asked faintly through the door.
“Trust me, if I had anywhere else to go,” Louis paused and reflected on the absolute shit show his week had thrown at him. He sighed, “If I had anywhere else to go, I wouldn’t be here. I promise you that. You know you’re the last person I would ask to help me.”
Or, Louis and Harry broke up two years ago and now Louis has nowhere else to go and Harry reluctantly lets him back in.
The Depth and the Breadth and the Height by phdmama
"What do you need?"
Over the course of a life together, the answer to that question changes.
truth, justice, and the gay way by hattalove
Liam needs a costume. Louis needs a best best friend award, a holiday, and to get a grip.
(Harry's just in the right place at the right time.)
Needing is One Thing, and Getting—Getting’s Another by kiwikero
Six months and moving back home is what it takes for Louis to finally start getting over his divorce.
Backstage, Sex and Outrage by taggiecb
Prompt #20: your chance to do it in a specific location
Louis loves working towards a goal. His friends say having a goal in life is the only thing that keeps him sane some days. Right now he is working towards his before twenty five bucket list, and fate must have been smiling on him the day he won tickets for a show at Wembly, getting into one of the locker rooms is something he will have to think about later. Plus it doesn't hurt that the show he's seeing is his favourite celebrity crush Harry Styles.
I’d Like To Buy an ‘O’ by FallingLikeThis
When Louis fails at Wheel of Fortune but, by some miracle, not his love life.
If Only You (Knew) by LadyLondonderry
Catch a busy train at a busy time. Find a seat and look like you’ve been there a while. Feign sleep. Look like you belong there. Look like you haven’t been living out of a rucksack for four months.
Don’t look homeless.
When Louis needs somewhere to go, he finds himself in an abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere. Unknown to him, he's stumbled on the home of someone else, and they're not too happy about it.
Coming and Going (Anonymous)
Harry is a shy loner looking for someone who will help him discover his new found sexual fantasies. Louis is a lonely writer who doesn't realize how much he has secluded himself. They are brought together by a simple ad, and a common interest.
All in 'Cause of You by crimsontheory
Harry was married to the most amazing man in the world and he was ready to take the next step of their relationship. As he journeyed down the road of adoption, he realized it was bumpier than he had anticipated.
drive all night to keep her warm by thepriestthinksitsthedevil (stubliminalmessaging)
After a devastating break-up, Harry discovers that his life is depressingly empty. He spends some time with his best friend Niall and Niall's lovable oaf of a golden retriever and realizes that the missing piece in his life is a pet. Unfortunately, the pet that seizes Harry's heart is a sickly puppy who is hostile towards people after a history of abuse and neglect from her previous owners. Can Harry, with the help of the handsome vet, Dr. Tomlinson, earn this puppy's love and nurse her back to health?
Sing With Me (just for today) by Eleven_11
When Harry arrives at Camp Half Blood as a clumsy and terrified 12-year-old, he has no clue what he's doing, just that he really wants to be friends with this Louis kid. Louis has been at camp for five years when Harry shows up, and he still doesn't know who his godly parent is. Everything Louis does is in hope of catching his dad’s attention. Everything Harry does is in hopes of being enough.
The story picks up in the Percy Jackson universe after the Titan War and right in the middle of the conflict with the Giants. Louis is one of the demigods left behind to defend the camp, and Harry just discovered he's a demigod.
Calling Love by AlwaysAqua
“Can I just say I miss you? Is that allowed? I know we said we said there’s no point in saying it because we can’t change the time apart. But I just really fucking miss you.” — This whole fic is a voicemail.
Hope by kiwikero
Louis was, emphatically, not a cat person.
Roses in the Rain by theweightofmywords
“Don’t- I know what you’re going to ask, and I… Harry, I can’t,” he said, his voice cracking. “Please. You know that I can’t.”
Louis had his six siblings and his old house with its falling-apart porch to take care of. This town was where people still approached him, 8 years after high school graduation, to tell him that they loved him as Danny in Grease. This town was where he had his pick of suitors, where he had his first kiss, where he took his first steps, where his mama lived, died, and was buried, and he couldn’t leave just to follow some man that he loved.
Harry, for now, seemed to understand that.
“Okay, baby,” Harry sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Okay.”
I Kinda Need A Hero (Is It You) by FallingLikeThis
Louis is a barista who’s had his heart broken. Harry is the boy who wants to put the pieces back together.
Heart of a Lion (With Metal in His Teeth) by graceling_in_a_suit
The man sighed impatiently. “Can you confirm your mission, please, you useless piece of junk.” Harry smiled politely. “Mission Code: 645-a3. Status: incomplete. Description: assess the situation on Olivia, report all findings to Captain Cowell and his board of advisors in three to five days. Specifically, locate and analyse the citizen known as Louis Tomlinson, suspected leader of the current strike, and present a strategy for destabilising his movement.”
Harry is an Android. Louis is his target: a revolutionary leader trying to free his people.
(01110100 01101000 01100101 01111001 00100000 01100110 01100001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101.)
Hiding in the Rain by asphodelknox
Louis’s used to the bullies. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy Harry Styles dragging him off on adventures to avoid them.
This Soft and Fluffy Thing Called by LadyLondonderry
Harry waits.
He waits for his eleventh birthday. He waits with bated breath. He waits and waits and waits and watches the post for the letter - the letter that decides his fate - the letter from Hogwarts.
or, the one where Harry was adopted as a baby, his downstairs neighbor is Louis, and he really should learn not to keep things bottled up.
Love, This Wild Thing by asphodelknox
Paris, the City of Love. Harry's hiding an unused Tinder account and Louis's hiding how much he doesn't want to go home. They find what they need in each other.
You're Gonna Pay for This by Eleven_11
“'NO!” Three sets of hands moved to grab Harry, and he was so startled that he jumped into the air from his nearly seated position on their new couch, butt just inches away from the pristine leather. He scanned the faces of the four boys in front of him, all colored with a mixture of shock, incredulity, and embarrassment. Harry was at a loss. “Why?” he sighed. " --- Or, Louis and Harry get something new, and the boys refuse to break it in. Chaos and ridiculousness ensue.
Teenage Dirtbag by 13ways
Louis loves Harry. Harry dislikes confinement. They play some dodgeball and kiss.
A Pun-derful Life by AlwaysAqua
Falling in love with his best friend was never part of the plan, but it happened. It keeps happening; Over and over again on a daily basis. Sometimes, even that’s too long between falling in love.
Or, Harry and Louis use too many puns as a means to make each other laugh.
Back To One by FallingLikeThis
Harry opens his eyes to a blinding white light. It fades gingerly and he blinks as his eyes adjust to his surroundings. There’s a soft cushion beneath his bum and his legs are crisscrossed in front of him. He’s only wearing a pair of white boxer briefs for some reason but he’s oddly comfortable wearing so little in a strange place. Slowly, he becomes aware of a crinkling sound and looks down to find that he holds a square of paper in his hands.
Neutral Good it says in pretty, flowy handwriting.
“Hello, everyone!” A chipper voice calls out, capturing Harry’s attention and pulling his eyes towards its location. He takes in the woman suddenly standing before him with her hands clasped in front of her.
“Welcome to The Afterlife."
a house built out of stone by robpatFF
Louis has a used bookshop and Harry has a habit of claiming things that don't belong to him.
Through the Darkest of Your Days by robpatFF
"Harry thinks he might not really know what okay is, but Louis is warm next to him, solid and constant and questioning. He’s all wide eyes and nerves and vulnerability. And this feels alright, this might be some sort of okay, Harry thinks." Future!fic, roadtrip!fic, OT5 friendship!fic.
Only Several Miles From the Sun by robpatFF
It started with a walk and unexpected rain and Babs. It started with a smile and green eyes and a bag of warm apple cinnamon muffins. Actually, it started with the bakery. Bakery AU, because of reasons.
Fate's A Bitch Really (Yes) by CalamityK
Louis is twenty-three now, and painfully aware that “Yes.” Is quite a common response when first meeting someone. ----- or that soulmate au where everyone has the first words their soulmate is supposed to say to them tattooed on their body
Have You Coming Back Again by whoknows
It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.
Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.
Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.
He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.
Nice Boy Seeks Same For Hook-Up by LittleMousling
From a kinkmeme prompt: Louis wants to lose his virginity but doesn't want anyone at school to know he's gay. In order to finally get with a guy, he posts an ad on Craigslist.
Harry Styles answers.
like a simile, i paint suggestive pictures (of me and you) by dangerbears
louis is a TA for an english 101 class and harry is stupid gorgeous which of course leads to a morality crisis.
Hiding Out in the Kitchen by LittleMousling
Harry's in an internationally famous boyband with his three best mates, he gets laid on a pretty regular basis, and he's headed to Australia in a week. He doesn't need anything else, and he certainly doesn't need a boyfriend. If this nice guy he met in a coffeeshop wants to date him, great—but that's all it is. Right?
when i feel that something by somerdaye
In which Harry and Louis are put into a duo instead of a group, and Louis Googles asexuality.
Some Say It's a Blessing, Some Say It's a Curse by homelesshats
In a world where humans are blessed with timers on their wrists to tell them precisely when they'll meet their soulmate, Harry has waited his whole life -- eighteen years, six months, one week and five days exactly -- for this day.
scared that i couldn’t find all the answers, honey by cathedralhearts
from the 1dkinkmeme on livejournal; niall writes larry stylinson fan fiction
If You Weren't Real I'd Make You Up by FeelsForBreakfast
These are the facts: This is a love story. Harry can’t tell the difference between what’s real and what isn’t. Louis doesn’t eat.
blackjacks running down my back by dangerbears
AU. university stuff. best friend stuff. music stuff. sappy stuff.
You're The One That I Want by spacecakesandmilkshakes
Harry had always been Louis' best friend and...well...his baby, until one day he realized that his baby was all grown up.
Make Tea, Not War by howdoyouwhisk (popsongdelusional)
"Is he the messiest?"
"Yes."
"Does he do the washing up?"
"Never."
"Does he make his bed?"
"Never."
"Hopeless, hopeless flatmate. Would you rather be with one of these guys?"
"Nope!"
Or: Louis attempts to become a better flatmate, much to Harry's dismay.
So much stays unknown till the time has come by becka
While on holiday in 2011, Louis has an unexpected visitor from his future.
if it's me you're looking for by eleadore
Louis has a bad habit of getting drunk before he confesses--or maybe it's the other way around. AU.
touch my neck and i'll touch yours by amongseafarers, gravitycentered
Harry feels the press of Louis’ leg against his side and the flimsy cotton of Louis’ pajamas. “Soft,” he mumbles, curling his hand around Louis’ thigh and using the grip to pull himself closer, nestling his face into the side of Louis’ hip.
Where Your Heart Is by antihetharry, tvshows_addict
Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam-- his entirely too chipper step brother-- or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books -- No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be-- The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence. 
Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.
Gracious Goes the Ghost of You by haloeverlasting
And there it was again. That heaviness, that shift in the air that makes everything feel just a little slower. It’s like just moving forward makes him sore from the exertion. It’s not in the least physical, it’s his heart and mind and soul that feels stretched and pushed too far. It’s those moments, where his heart feels like it’s thudding only because it still can, that Louis feels the itch to glance at the clock. When he aches to know how long it’s been and maybe a part of him is wondering how long it will be. If this time, when he checks the clock, he’ll feel the same shame for his long stint of grief, but it will be followed by some sort of pride. He’s made it this far, and “because it still can” is a perfectly good reason for his heart to keep beating.
“What are you thinking about?” Harry asks.
Louis hums, shifting a little to rest his head on top of Harry’s. “Is this your new question?"
“Yeah,” he whispers, softly.
“Just… thinking about how long it’s been. And how long it may be before it doesn’t hurt so much anymore."
Harry is a ghost who comes to visit. Louis feels like a ghost, himself. In forgiveness, they find their way back to life.
You Drive Me Crazy ( I Just Can't Sleep) by objectlesson
The first time Louis ends up in Harry’s bed is a total accident.
try to not remember (rather than forget) by hereforlou
Harry hadn’t left, not really. He had been right there the entire time. And that’s what had made it worse, knowing that his body was within touching distance but his mind, everything that made Harry Harry, was lost somewhere Louis wasn’t able to reach.
He hadn’t left, but that’s what it had felt like most of the time. Just as if one day Harry had up and left him.
(Or the one where Harry wakes up.)
Say You'll Remember by whisperdlullaby
au. louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they're also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.
takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.
things unspoken by stylinsoncity
he wants to say it. he’s waited his whole life to say it. but how do you tell your childhood best friend you want them?
So Much Left to Say by myownspark
Reason #32: Cheer Someone Up.
Harry remembers Louis stalking along the Cougar’s sideline as the final seconds of the game ticked away. He was apart from everyone, with his arms crossed and his head down, sort of fragile looking even in his pads and helmet. Harry’s fingers actually itched to hold his hand, just as they do now. He holds the phone up to take a selfie and smiles into the camera, trying to ask Louis a question with his eyes. (Are you really okay? Tell me the truth. I bet you’re sitting on your bed, playing Madden, sulking. If you want to see me, I’ll come. I know you better than anyone. You’re sad. I’d like to come.) He pushes send.
(Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose.)
kiwi by fondleeds
With a stuttered mixture of a laugh and a groan, Harry lets his head droop, pushes his forehead against Louis’ chest and leans into him, fingers curled around the railing.
"You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes.
Louis lets out a puff of laughter, and when Harry lifts his eyes, the look in Louis’ gaze is one he knows too well, so distinctively coy and mischievous and gently charming, his lips quirked up with a smirk. Harry’s heart falls into the palms of his playful hands. “You’re into it.”
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AU. Harry plays on Saturday nights at The Motley. Louis bartends on Saturday nights at The Motley.
It’s a thing.
Things That Go Hump in the Night by haloeverlasting, indiaalphawhiskey
“I thought you said I make everything fun,” Harry replies with a curt shrug. “I thought you liked trying new things with me.”
Harry is clearly upset with him, and camping or no, Louis was hoping for a good weekend all the same.
“You do make everything fun, but I’m warning you right now. This isn’t something new we’re trying. This is a well established hatred and I’m fucking cursed, so this isn’t going to be fun.” Louis hates how petulant he sounds, but it’s true. Camping never has and never will go well for him. And sure, maybe part of that is his attitude, but the attitude has only come from a consistent cause and effect in his life.
Louis goes camping. Something horrible happens. Louis is miserable.
It’s science.
Or, the one where Louis is right.
Things Gone Cold by MediaWhore
"your heart is warm for things gone cold.”— Sophocles, Antigone
With his soulmate’s thoughts about him written on his skin and the world’s eyes trailing his every movement, Harry Styles is having a bit of a rough time releasing his second album in peace. And that’s not even counting the breakup. Or the car crash.
Ever Fixed by delsicle
Three years ago, Harry was happily married, successfully heading the largest technology company in the world, and raising his young daughter. After he loses nearly everything in the aftermath of his daughter’s lost battle with a rare brain tumor, it may take three strange and yet very familiar visitors – and a man from the therapy group Harry keeps refusing to go to – to get him back on track.
Based on the film Collateral Beauty
The Melody You Never Heard by bananasandboots
It's one last adventure. One last chance to be young and carefree. One final weekend before they take up their internships, their corporate positions, before they enter the real world, fresh out of university. Niall's his best mate. Liam's been there for him since they were lost, little freshmen, trying to find their ways through an overwhelming first year. Harry can't disappoint them, even if it means enduring four days with Louis.
Louis, who he does share a history with, a history he's never told anyone about, not even Niall, a history he hasn't brought up in three years because it's stupid and embarrassing and confusing.
Or, the one where Harry gets roped into a four-day camping trip with the boy who kissed him and never called back.
One for Luck by leavingonatrain
The very first time Louis remembers hearing Harry Styles' deep, deep voice, he's just won gold at the World Equestrian Games and he's officially back on Great Britain's Olympic team. He's also three sheets to the wind, drunk on victory and champagne, and there's a gorgeous boy whispering in his ear. Life's grand.
(AU: Louis and Harry are professional riders on the British Olympic team.)
we've got to get away from here by suspendrs
“It is my understanding that you are the most comprehensive member of this agency in the field of extraterrestrial life, is that right?” the agent asks. He’s trying to sound calm, but Louis can tell he’s shaken as well.
“Um, I guess so,” Louis says, glancing over at the man in the blanket again.
Suddenly, Louis’s blood runs cold. There’s something off about the man, something in his gaze, something Louis can’t put his finger on. It’s terribly unsettling, but excitement bubbles in his gut.
Or, Louis is an FBI agent who likes to think himself a paranormal expert, and Harry is the alien that somehow ended up in his office.
love is divine by stylinsoncity
Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.
Sing When You're Winning by hazmesentir
Harry is fifteen minutes late to the office on the day Louis Tomlinson comes out as gay.
Or, the one where Harry's a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League's first gay footballer and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.
the impossible now by stylinsoncity
A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.
Finding Lou by stylinsoncity
Louis is the nomadic stranger who wanders into Harry’s bookstore. Harry is the skeptic who falls for him.
I'll Know My Name As It's Called Again by pukeandcry
Louis wakes up in Harry's body. This is a problem for several reasons.
Devil in the Bible Belt by TinyBeautifulTales (MikeandHarveyTime)
A Shameless AU starring Louis as Fiona and Harry as Jimmy/Steve.
(or, Louis is raising his seven siblings by himself, and Harry steals cars and crash lands into Louis' life. Together, they navigate south side Chicago and love.)
my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach
When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.
Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they're put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn't know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry's always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.
A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.
Those are the Days That Bind Us (Together Forever) by nightwideopen
Soulmate AU where when two soulmates meet they can hear each other's thoughts for a limited amount of time.
or
My Excuse To Write Teacher!Louis
je vole by nightwideopen
Two best friends, two broken boys on the run from themselves who managed to land a safe space in the heart of a beautiful city.
Harry and Louis are thieves in Paris. They're all the other has.
(Alternatively titled Pink.)
Don't Act Like It's a Bad Thing to Fall in Love by nightwideopen
Louis was born blind, completely blind, leaving him with nothing but the absolute blackness that his lack of vision produces.
Harry, on the other hand, is deaf. No sound can be registered by the two tiny ears his rowdy, chocolate curls obscure so well.
The first time Louis and Harry meet, it’s sort of an accident.
Take What's Mine by jaerie
Years after he is kidnapped, his life altered forever, Louis goes through the motions in a way that barely feels like living. Harry is a wild card, a forbidden fruit that Louis swore off of before he even had a chance to experience it. Maybe, in the end, Harry holds the key to being reborn. Louis just has to be open to the idea first.
(End game: this is a comfort/healing fic)
Wholehearted by TheMagicWord
AU. When superstar singer and winner of The Voice Louis Tomlinson tweets “Nothing worse than waking up with no milk for a cuppa !! Gutted” he doesn’t expect someone to bring him some. And he really doesn’t expect that someone to have bright green eyes, long curly hair, and (fucking) dimples.
Peaches and Cream by seducedbycurls
The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.
“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.” “You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.” “We want to prove that opposites attract.”
Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches. Louis just came for the money.
Singing To Tiny Dancer by BriaMaria
“Yes!” Harry punched a fist into the air. He laughed at the confusion that wrinkled the little space between Louis’ brows.
“What?”
“You’re flirting with me,” Harry smiled, letting his dimples pop.
Louis’ face went blank for two seconds and then he rolled his eyes, one side of his mouth lifting. “Am not.”
“You soooo are,” Harry sang out, poking him in the shoulder. “You like me.”
“I was simply showing you how to actually bring… what did you call it? Your A-game.”
Harry adopted a patronizing expression, sure it would piss him off. “And you did great. Really.”
“Oi, fuck off,” Louis said, but he was actually laughing now. Outright. It was gorgeous and Harry wanted to live in this moment forever. It was the very best one he’d experienced. He wanted to always remember the image of Louis’ crinkled eyes, the sound of his breathy giggles, the smell of citrus that radiated off him as he swayed in his amusement. And Louis didn’t even know his name.
Or ... When everything gets to be a bit too much for A-list actor Louis Tomlinson, he runs back to the town he had never really called home and the boy who was the only one he did.
All the Lines We Cast Will Bring Us Home by afirethatcannotdie
Harry wakes to a series of tweet notifications.
@Louis_Tomlinson: Sooo excited to announce I’m going on tour !! In America in 5 weeks and then coming back to the UK ! Get tix here: bit.ly/LTonTour @Louis_Tomlinson: Gonna be siiiick !! “Niall!” he yells, running out of his room. “Louis is performing at the O2 in January. Niall, I have to go. Wait. Niall. Oh my god, we’re gonna see Louis Tomlinson’s bum.”
AU. The one where Louis is a famous singer, Harry's a uni student obsessed with his music, and sometimes things have a way of working out.
say you want me (orphan_account)
Louist95: @HarryStyles, I’m personally offended that you haven’t invited me to your concert in Leeds next week. Proper fan I am and all.
HarryStyles: @Louist95 Proper fan? I’m personally offended on behalf of all our fans everywhere that you’ve lumped yourself with them.
~ A Famous/Not-Famous AU featuring Liam, Zayn, and Harry as the members of Sonic Boom, an English band that unexpectedly sky rocketed to international fame, Niall as their biggest fan, and Louis as the exact opposite. Harry’s a closeted pop star and Louis is the uni student he keeps fighting with on Twitter. It’s all silly banter until it turns into something else.
Cosmic Love by smittenwithlouis
Sudden chills rake over his body yet again, making him stay rooted to the ground. Static in the air makes every hair on his body stand up straight. That's when he notices something a couple feet in front of him lying on the ground. It’s what appears to be a person, weird white beams snaking around them like Christmas lights. Louis' heart rate picks up. Is the person alright? What are they doing here? What the fuck is happening? Or: Louis lives in a small, desert town in the middle of nowhere Texas, yet a strange visitor manages to find Louis among the stars.
who we used to be by itsnotbleak
“The doctor said he might remember,” Gemma said. “If he was around familiar things. Mum thinks that means he needs to stay with her forever, spend all day looking at old baby pictures and school photos. But he remembers all that perfectly. It’s living with you and your weird gang of lost boys that he doesn’t remember.”
“And you think the best way to jog his memory is some weird kind of full-emersion re-enactment?”
“It might be,” said Gemma. “It can’t hurt to try.”
An au where Harry and Louis used to be together, and then they broke up, and now Harry can’t remember any of it.
we've got the world in our hands by sarcasticfluentry
A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn's love life, though, that they don't notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.
You Are The Blood by sarcasticfluentry
A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.
the dark and the dentist by sunshiner
“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.” We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies? “How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life. An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.
Autumn At My Window by TheCellarDoor
A canon-compliant AU, in which Harry and Louis are both in the band and have been sharing flats and hotel rooms for nearly five years, but never made the leap past 'friends who are too close for comfort'.
Featuring a lot of pining, Louis' addiction to Harry's scent, and a whole lot of sexual tension that might just snap loose when they decide to spend some time together all on their own.
My Saddle's Waiting by crimsontheory
It's late and Harry is bored. He texts his one night stand from last week for a quick, no strings attached hookup. As it turns out, the guy gave Harry the wrong number and it ends up being Louis instead.
Saw It In Your Eyes by taggiecb
Harry Styles counts himself extremely lucky that he has landed such a great roommate. It doesn’t bother him at all that his new roommate is gay. In fact, they get along so well that they have formed an extremely close friendship that takes up pretty much all his free time. When Louis starts bringing a new guy home with him, Harry is surprised by how much it bothers him. Is he not as okay as he thought he was with Louis’ sexuality?
Or the one where Harry is an oblivious walnut.
This Winter's Day by QuickedWeen
Dear Mr. Harry Edward Styles, We regret to inform you of the passing of your cousin Lord Edward William Seaward, the Viscount Merston. Please contact us at your earliest convenience. Sincerely, Messrs. Pratt, Rutherford, and Spaulding
Louis is Harry's stablemaster, and when he falls ill and his mother turns to Harry to help her try and find someone he can settle down with, it's only natural that Harry suggests himself.
There is my heart for you to hold (Feel the beat, feel the one blood?) by larrycaring
“You,” the man says simply, voice slightly breathless.
Louis instantly frowns, eyes narrowed. He feels like he recognizes the man, but he can’t put his finger on where he saw him. “What are you doing here?” he asks instead, trying to make his voice sound firm and assured.
The man’s alarmed face changes, the corner of his lips rising in a smirk. “I could ask you the same thing, bawcock.”
Louis’ frown deepens at the endearment, because this man and he are certainly not on that level yet.
“I’m a journalist,” Louis says, even though it’s a lie. He is pretty sure the boy can’t really legally justify his presence either.
“You too?” the man replies, his smirk constant on his face. It’s like he’s sharing a private joke Louis can’t understand, or remember. “So you are also here, in this blood-spattered hotel room, for some folklore stories?”
And then, Louis remembers.
Harold E. Styles.
or a vampire AU where famous vampire hunter Louis meets human Harry, and they go through hell to stay together and have their forever.
Strip That Down by Domeaspreadsheet
“Does this have something to do with Louis being into nipple piercings?”
Liam feels his mouth drop open, and snaps it shut quickly. “No. Why on earth would you think that?”
“Maybe because Louis told me he told you he thinks it’s hot on guys, and now you’ve convinced Harry to do it, three minutes after Louis walks out the door.”
“Well. When you put it that way.” Liam sighs. “Fine. I think they should be together. Thought this might help.”
Niall smacks him on the shoulder. “Why didn’t you say something? I’ve been hoping those two would get it together for years.”
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Four strippers. Possible fun. A New Year’s Eve matchmaking plot. Will it work?
Sympathy For The Devil by taggiecb
Louis keeps stealing some of Harry’s mail, which would be annoying for anyone, but it’s especially troubling when you consider that Harry is Santa Claus. Harry will have to go through hell to get Louis to stop. Literally.
Or the one with Santa Harry and Satan Louis and a series of misspelled letters to Santa.
It's All Brand New by midnightwhistleberries
“Harry,” Louis intones emphatically, “literally everyone in the U.K. has known that I’m openly bisexual since 2011.”
“’Cept you, I guess,” supplies Niall.
In which Harry studies engineering, loves Madonna, and can't tell if Louis likes him or just keeps coming back to the record store because he's some sort of musical hoarder. Louis is famous, Harry has no idea, communication issues are rampant and fluffy pining ensues.
you pull me in by yoursongonmyheart
“Did you really wear silk jammies to meet him?” Fizzy is almost in tears.
He’s going to kill them.
He’s really going to kill them.
Ernie throws his backpack on the floor before telling Fizzy, quite loudly, “Mr. Styles looked at Achoo like this” and making an exaggerated jaw dropped face.
“That is not what happened!” Louis protests.
“And Achoo looked at Mr. Styles like that, too!” Doris pulls the same face before laughing.
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//or the one where Louis is a model, Harry teaches Doris and Ernie at primary and now might be a good time to fall in love.
all the kingdom lights shine just for me and you by hypocorism
“I can help the baby, for I have not yet given my gift.” Caroline smiles and waves as the audience cheers appreciatively. “Although, tragically, I cannot reverse the work of such a powerful opponent, I can mediate the effects. Prince Harry will not die, but will fall into a deep and peaceful sleep. From this slumber, he can only be awoken by a kiss from his true love! Once she is found, his safety will be ensured!” Happy sighs all around.
“Thank you, good fairy Caroline,” the king says politely. “We are in your debt.” She beams and the other three fairies look mildly annoyed.
“I knew she was full of it when she said she ‘couldn’t think of a good gift,’” one of them whispers to the other two. “I was supposed to go last!”
In My Place by kassio
Prince Louis has it all. He's wealthy, privileged, famous, and handsome, with a loving family and a world of opportunities. There's only one problem: he isn't actually the queen's son.
Harry and Niall Horan don't have much, but they have a dream: to win the X Factor and achieve something more than their normal middle-class life.
Two dreams collide and two very different paths come together when Louis requests to meet with Harry after seeing him on the X Factor.
Even As Young As You Are by ologist
Harry’s sister has a baby. When he goes to meet her, he finds more than one new love of his life at the hospital.
Two Steps Behind by sacredheart (orphan_account)
"Can I play?" He's far away enough that he almost has to yell a little bit. He's got one leg steadying him on the ground, and he's holding the handles of his bike as tightly as he can. He doesn't want to fall off in front of the older kids - the cooler kids.
"We've got four of us, though, and we don't want uneven teams," Zayn lies apologetically, and Louis frowns. He's not stupid. They don't want to play with him. "Maybe tomorrow." That's also a lie, because Zayn said the same thing yesterday and now it's tomorrow and Louis is being told no, again. His head is spinning with rejection and confusion and, most of all, disappointment.
(Or, Louis is two years younger than his neighbors, Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn, and he grows up bending over backwards to get their attention and acceptance. Especially Harry's.)
You and The Moon and Neptune (Got it Right) by alienharry
Of all the different ways Louis had pictured meeting his soulmate, he never imagined he’d come second to his little sister. He assumed he’d have met his own soulmate by now, that he’d already be married and sickeningly in love, guiding his kid sister through these new and confusing feelings. He wanted one hand on his soulmate’s waist and the other on Lottie’s back as he told her that everything was okay and she wasn’t moving too fast.
Of all the ways Harry saw his life going, being a 23-year-old sales associate at Harrods and hating every minute of it was not what he envisioned for himself. If he’s being honest, he saw himself in Peru or China or - hell - even fucking Denver, just traveling. He wants to see the world, not oversee the women’s department 36 hours a week.
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Louis has always wanted to meet his soulmate; he's built his life around the plan that one day his soulmate would come along, and they could begin their happily ever after.
Harry has always wanted to travel; he's built his life around the idea that nothing is permanent, and seeing the world is his only objective - soulmates mean nothing to him after all.
Home for the Holly Days by LadyLondonderry
There he is, bowl of batter in one arm and whisk in the other. The wireless is blaring something that distinctly sounds like Fairytale of New York, which would make sense with how much Harry loves muggle music.
But. The thing is, is he's doing some terribly odd moves, swaying his hips slightly out of pace with the music but with so much more passion than Louis thinks he's ever seen anybody display about this song. His apron, down to his knees, is swishing back and forth as he moves and - dear lord - his shorts don't even reach as low as the hem of his apron.
Louis has to get out of here.
Or, Louis’s participating in the Secret Santa exchange between all the Hogwarts professors stuck at school over the winter holidays, and the Sorting Hat may fancy itself a bit of a matchmaker.
The Fairy Ring by thedeathchamber
Harry has dreamed of a world outside the tiny village of Holmes Chapel for as long as he can remember... a world full of magic and adventure and true love. It was nothing but a childhood dream, however, until an old family friend comes bearing word of a plot against Harry's life and a very dangerous truth: Harry is the rightful heir to the crown and must embark on a perilous quest to reclaim his throne from the ruthless would-be King Simon. But in the end Harry will find himself fighting for more than a crown, and on the verge of losing something much more precious than his sovereign power. Because magic might be real, but life is not a fairy tale, and Harry is a prince up against a very big dragon.
Or: a medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.
I see London, I see France by incandescentlight
Harry Potter AU. Louis is working at the coffee shop when the most gorgeous boy walks in. Harry is an eighth year Beauxbatons student and Louis is determined not to fall in love because Harry returns to France in four months.
kiss me like it's christmas, hold on 'til we're breathless by itjustkindahappened
Louis is broke and in desperate need of a coat, Harry is a rich kid who catches him shoplifting and they accidently go on a date.
tether beat by turnyourankle
Prince Harry meets his longtime celebrity crush, Louis Tomlinson, after the Royal Variety Performance.
just a dream by BriaMaria
“Won’t you join me?” The voice was soft, more melody than anything else. It wrapped around Louis, silken bands that tugged at his arms, at his chest.
He didn’t step out of the shadows. “No.”
The man in the pond smiled, sad and sweet and knowing, and then sunk beneath the water in the next heartbeat. The butterflies that had adorned his chest like jewelry, that had tangled in his dark curls, fluttered away.
--
Or the one where Louis is the king of the forest, Harry is friends with butterflies and a war is brewing on the horizon.
your eyes are like starlight now by babyboylouis
“Yeah. Me, Daddy, and Buttons. That’s my puppy. I named him. Sometimes we call him Butt for short,” Olivia told him, looking up at the boy with a full smile, minus her two front teeth. Louis realised that talking to this girl was more fun than talking to Zayn. Zayn was a little shit, though, so that was understandable.
or the one where louis hates his job as an elf at the shopping mall, but hates it a lot less when he meets olivia and her hot daddy
Let's Raise a Cup by YesIsAWorld
Louis is a telekinetic bartender and uses his super special powers to cheer up recently-broken-up-with Harry.
which is sweeter love or its loss by patdkitten
After he catches his boyfriend cheating on him, Louis runs away from London and answers an ad to housesit an estate in the Yorkshire Moors while the mysterious owner is away. It's easy enough to forget about his problems when confronted with the routine that exists in a former abbey in the moors, when the only people around are a cat and the caretaker.
And then the mysterious owner returns.
Don't Put Out the Glow by backonefish
"He fists out a pair of skinny jeans and a plain black tee. Nothing wrong there. Then he sees an atrocious Hawaiian shirt in Zayn’s hand and he starts digging through the bag urgently, pulling out more and more items that don’t belong to him"
Or: The one where Louis picks up the wrong bag on his way to Paris.
The Powerful, Immovable Object You Can't Change by LiveLaughLoveLarry
627: The dread of your own hotheadedness
Louis couldn't be happier about Lottie and Tommy finally getting married. Except for the presence of his Aunt Martha.
~*~*~
Harry looked between Louis and Martha. “Is this… the aunt?” he asked.
Only Harry could manage to be that polite, yet still manage to convey that much disdain. Louis turned back to Martha, who was frowning at both of them, and gave her a smile that mirrored the false sweetness of her own. “Aunt Martha, this is Harry,” he said. “My boyfriend for the past five years. As you can see, I think he’d have some objections to my finding a nice girl, or a wife. Harry, this is my aunt Martha.”
“Charmed, I'm sure” Harry said, making no motion to shake her hand.
In A World Full Of Wrong (You're The Thing That's Right) by LiveLaughLoveLarry
Harry is a vampire. Louis is a vampire Hunter. This sounds like a bad idea already, doesn’t it? Yeah, it probably was. Feat. Vampire!Zayn and obliviously normal human Niall. When Niall is the most normal person in your life, you know you have problems.
~*~*~
Niall tapped him on the forehead. “He’s not lost, dipshit. It’s just an excuse.”
Harry was well and truly baffled. “Excuse? I – what?”
“He doesn’t ask anyone else to show him the way.”
Harry blinked. “Just me?”
“Just you.”
“But – why?”
Niall gave him a look. “Do I really have to spell it out for you?” He poked Harry in the chest. “He likes you.”
“No way!” Harry said. Then, “Really?”
Coming Home Through the Dark to You by LadyLondonderry
Harry Styles works at the Fox in the Snow, the most hipster coffee joint around. He's got too many roommates and a best friend he met his first day of university who he might very well be head-over-heels for.
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