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charliedawn · 3 years

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Not a request but imagine y/n has a family member who is also a slasher. One day the slashers talk about them and maybe Freddy jokingly asks y/n if they know them. Y/n just casually answer "Yes, he's my uncle. Really nice guy if he isn't killing you. He taught me all the important stuff like how to break someone's neck or how to hide a body." The slasher's faces would be priceless.

Also I love your writing! It's awesome!

Thank you, dear. And yes, I can easily see that..I also have the perfect slasher for the job. Norman Bates. The first slasher in the history of movies.

The little one shot that I just had to write :

In an apparent abandoned house, a man is sitting by himself, staring at the wall in front of him unfocused. Suddenly, the corners of his lips stretch into a smirk as he feels something that he hasn't felt for a long time..

" Y/N.."

He utters your name and looks downwards to his bloody hands and lets out a loud and dark laugh as he steps over the body of an unfortunate soul that had had the bad idea of stepping into his hotel. He then cleans up his hands in a nearby towel before wordlessly walking out of the hotel to St Louis..

Two days later :

The slashers are watching TV when you enter and smile at their attentive faces. However, your smile quickly vanishes when you see what they are watching..and especially about who.

" I swear Norman Bates is my role model ! He could kick some a** in a dress ! Respect !"

Freddy shouts in admiration at the end of the episode and some of the slashers nod in agreement. You understand why they would relate to him..Norman Bates was the one that started everything. Before him, you had normal criminals and murderers..but the name slashers only came after HIM.

" I can assure you..he has nothing of a role model.."

Your comment makes a few heads turn towards you and you blush vividly when you realize that you've said that part out-loud.

" Wait..You know Norman Bates ?!"

Freddy exclaims excitedly and stares at you with stars in his eyes. You sigh..If they only knew..You smile awkwardly and shrug.

" Yeah..You can say that."

Memories of late nights when Norman would be writing things on the kitchen table get back in your mind. Memories of him smiling every time he saw you and you, running in his arms to be spinned around in a fit of giggles. Yes..Norman Bates always managed to hide his true nature with you. He never hurt you, but he sure did influence you to follow the same path he did..You had met your old gang thanks to him. And you could have committed the most sinful of acts if it weren't for Amita that got you out of there. Just thinking about him is enough to give you goosebumps, the thrill it gave you never left you.

" Anyways..I wouldn't wish for anyone to meet Norman..He's a selfish bastard who thought only about loving and being loved all the wrong ways. He doesn't know love, I don't even think that he has a soul.."

The way you say it in such a poised and cold voice makes the slashers themselves wish they had never asked..Suddenly, you feel a cold shiver run down your spine and you know..You just know..He found you. You don't even hear him enter..A pair of arms surround your waist and a familiar chuckle makes itself heard next to your ear.

" Now, that is not a very nice way to introduce your favorite uncle..Is it, my dear ?"

He then looks at the slashers that are confused until Freddy springs to his feet with a wide grin.

" I can't believe it ! It's him ! It's Norman Bates !"

Norman can't help but smile at the obvious excitement of Freddy that nearly trips on the carpet floor in his eagerness to shake his hand.

" It's such an honor, sir !"

" The honor is all mine, mister Krueger..I've followed your career with great interest and I must say, I'm impressed."

Seeing Freddy squeal like a literal fangirl is enough for you to smile..but then, you see Norman's deep black pools staring at you intensely while shaking Freddy's hand. You glare warningly at him as an answer and the exchange is not lost on Arthur that frowns, wondering what Norman had done to get on the bad side of the nice nurse..the only one who seems to see goodness in everyone. Norman insists on saying hi to everyone and even shares some of his..experience..

"..So, this is how I killed Mary Goodwill without even having to use the shower !"

The whole room applauses, you can even see Freddy taking notes..as you only narrow your eyes suspiciously at Norman. He smiles innocently at you before Freddy asks him if he could stay for lunch. If looks could kill..Freddy would be dead where he stands. However, Norman accepts.

" Of course. I'm here to visit Y/N after all.."

His eyes bore into yours and the animosity in them match. The only question is : who would break first ?

At lunch :

You are eating when Freddy interrupts and looks at you with puppy eyes. You sigh loudly before finally asking.

" What ?"

" So..How does it feel to be the niece of Norman Bates ?!"

You should have known..You sigh before looking up at Norman that is eating next to Five and this is when it hits you. The similarity is astounding. It's like looking at a younger Norman and it almost scares you.

You then notice the half-smile Norman gives you and the way he leans in to discuss with Five that laughs..actually laughs. He knows. You feel your cheeks burning as the man taunts you and very well knows how to unnerve you. You munch angrily on your slice of pizza, the question of Freddy still floating around in your head.

"How does it feel to be Bates' niece ? It sucks.."

" Oh really, sweetie ?"

You nearly fall off your chair as the man's deep British accent sings in your ear..You hadn't even noticed him moving.

" Didn't I prepare you to face the world ? Haven't I been always nice to you ? Haven't I been more than "open-minded" when you presented that awful boyfriend of yours ? See ? I can be nice when I want to.."

You suddenly stand up, so fast that you nearly headbutt Norman that manages to take a step aside in time.

" I'm..I'm sorry, guys. I have paperwork to intend to. I'll leave you with Cortez for now. But, I'll be right back."

The slashers look up at you with worry in their eyes and Joker then tilts his head towards Norman.

" And what about him ?"

You stare at Norman for several seconds before sighing loudly and grabbing his arm.

" He's coming with me. We have things to discuss.."

You say before dragging him to your office and closing the door. Once the door is definitely locked, you turn towards Norman that has three fingers up. You both count until three, this is how things always worked. Never let anyone know your secret game. Once the last digit is down, you smile widely and run into his open arms.

" Norman ! I knew you would come !"

You and Norman always had this special connection that only grew with the years passed under his roof. A game of hunt and being hunted. You would move around and Norman would follow you, and once he would find you ? The game would only stop once one of you surrenders..or he would press pause in the game with three digits raised upwards like now.

" My little monster..I've missed you. Do you know how much time it took me to get any information on where you were ?"

You laugh and nod.

" I know..But, I'm not surrendering, not this time.."

He chuckles and raises his eyebrows in surprise.

" Really ? Because if I remember correctly, you never made me surrender..And you know that I know how to push all your buttons. You may change places, Y/N, but you're still predictable.."

You ark an eyebrow at his confidence and let out a chuckle of your own.

" Oh really ?"

He takes a step forward and nods with a knowing smirk.

" Really."

You let out a small laugh before sitting at your desk and writing things on some of the reports made by the nurses. Norman stands behind you and leans forward to read your observations.

" Five is going through tremendous progress. It's been a week that he hasn't broken anything out of anger and he seems to even connect well with the other slashers in the facility.."

He reads out-loud and puts his hand on your shoulder to have a better look at the different files.

" Tell me..You really think you can change them ? The bloodlust isn't easy to get rid of.."

You smile up at Norman before placing your own hand upon his.

" If I managed to help you..Then, I'm sure I can help them. Look how far you've gotten. It was not without any effort, but we did it. We channeled your bloodlust in that little game of ours : the hunt, the mental fight and the surrender..Everything you used to do, minus the blood.."

Norman smiles, but you can see the worry in his eyes and the small crease of his eyebrows.

" But..Aren't you going to grow tired of that game of ours ? Always moving, always hiding."

Your smile falters, you could pretend that it wasn't tiring, but the satisfaction was worth it. You did it every 5 years and it worked. Norman was no monster anymore. But, unfortunately, not many people were interested in participating, so it always had to stay between the two of you. This is why you had become a nurse for slashers to begin with, to find a way for them to find a good way to canalize their anger and bloodlust. His eyes soften at your moment of weakness and he sighs loudly before crouching in front of you with a small smile.

" I'm sorry, little monster..I know it's been hard on you since your parents' accident. It's only been you and me since then and I know that the responsibility must be huge on your shoulders: making sure that I don't fall again."

You sigh, but still smile, remembering the day you had accepted to become Norman's "prey".

Norman had been interned for most of his life after the many murders he had committed. However, he was going to be released as his sentence came to an end and he was scared of hurting anyone. He just had had the time to make a step outside that some woman welcomed him with a child. That child was you. Norman was the last relative you had and since the papers stipulated that he should become your legal guardian if anything happened to your parents, he was stuck with you. Everything was fine at first..But, things changed quickly after a few weeks. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat and would sometimes stand in your bedroom, staring at you with that bloodlust that didn't seem to leave him. This was the price of being the first slasher: slashers don't age, they stay the same as the first time they killed and are punished by being alone forever. This is why Norman had attached himself to the memory of his mother. He was afraid of being alone forever. But, this is when he met you..

" Uncle Norman ?!"

He remembers the first time you said his name, a little angel, filled with ideas of redemption and pure innocence. He wanted to kill you..He had to restrain himself not to do so. But, even more surprising is, you understood. He had once told you that he wanted to kill you..but you hadn't freaked out like many people, you had just silently nodded.

" It must hurt, uncle Norman.."

His eyes had widened..Of all the things you could have said or done, you had chose to remain calm and take his feelings into account. This is when he knew..He knew that you were a special child.

He didn't notice that he was lost in thoughts until you call him.

" Norman ? I'm glad that you found me..but why are you here ?"

You ask and he smiles at your quick wit.

" You always could see right through me, my little monster.."

You smile back and repeat while punching his shoulder playfully.

" Come on ! Tell me. What do you want ?!"

" You."

The word is out of his mouth before he can truly think of the consequences. You frown in incomprehension and he quickly explains.

" I miss you, my little monster. I want you to come home.."

He already knows your answer before you even say it. He closes his eyes and mentally slaps himself.

" Poor little Norman..Couldn't get a woman, decided to become one. Still trying to make her follow in your steps ? Your own mother tried to help you, and she couldn't..Now, you want your own daughter-in-law to join you to replace her ? You're sick, Norman. You're a sick man, Norman Bates.."

A little voice mutters in his head and he clenches his jaw as his conscience finally makes itself known. He is scared of being lonely again..Once every 5 years is not enough anymore. He wants you to stay with him. He wants to breathe your light again..

You finally sigh and take his hand.

" You'll always be my mentor and my friend, Norman. But, you know that I can't do that..I have a life, a new purpose. I want to help all of them. You understand ?"

He does, but he wish he couldn't..He takes a shaky breath before smiling genuinely at you and raises three fingers again.

" Fine. I guess the game is still on ? You still remember the safety moves I taught you ?"

You smile and nod.

" Find a weapon and a safe place, run and duck, and finally, attack when your opponent least expects it."

He smiles proudly at you before nodding in satisfaction. The moment his last finger in down, you take out a shotgun from underneath the desk filled with pressurized capsules and you start shooting. Norman barely has the time to dodge and jumps on the floor behind your couch. He gets out a knife and waits for you to recharge before jumping out of his hiding spot and throw it at you. You succeed in dodging it as well and roll over to hide behind your desk. You feel your heart quicken with adrenaline and can't help but let out a small laugh..In a way, you had missed it. However, the slashers alerted by the noise run inside and Cortez doesn't even have the time to stop them before they jump on Norman and pin him down to the floor.

" Wait..!"

You scream and the slashers all freeze at your command. Arthur then arks an eyebrow at you.

" Mind to explain ?"

You and Norman both end up laughing, to all of the slashers' astonishment as Norman effortlessly stands up and helps you up.

" Yeah, sorry guys..It's a game me and Norman love to play every time we see each other. He would try to annoy me and I would do the same until one of us finally breaks. And, I won !"

" That you did, my little monster. I surrender."

He then winks at you and you playfully push him lightly.

" It's just a little game we have..It's called Surrender. It's like a game of survival. I try to kill him until he says I surrender. It's the first time he does actually."

" But..But what about him menacing you to kill you?"

You and Norman smile at each other before you show the fake bullets and he shows his utility knife.

" I would never hurt my little monster.."

He says and you nod in confirmation.

" No worries. Norman was the first slasher I ever managed to help. He's not a killer anymore. This is why I wanted you to meet him, to see that it's not impossible.."

Norman smiles..but you don't see the glimpse of guilt behind his eyes..

Sorry darling..I had to protect you..

By now, the police must have found the body of H/N..He didn't want to, but he had hurt you. And if any of these people tries to hurt you ? He tightens his hold on you protectively and—for the first time—shows his real face to the slashers..He would kill them.

The slashers understand the message, even Freddy whose usual smile falters for a brief moment. Norman then walks towards the exit and gives you one last smile.

" If you want to see me, I'll be at the hotel. Take care, darling.."

He then takes Freddy's fedora and signs his name on the inside before giving it back with a wink.

" Good continuation, Mr Krueger..I'll be waiting for you all to get out of here soon."

He then ruffles Five's hair playfully and, for once, Five doesn't complain. As soon as he is out, Freddy breaks into tears and you run to his side to ask what's going on.

" He..He signed my hat ! This is the most f*cking amazing day ever !"

You bite your lower lip in order not to break into laughter and even Jason seems to hold in his amusement behind his mask. You see Cortez running in with guards, but Norman is already gone. They ask the slashers what happened, but you put your index in front of your lips, asking them to keep it a secret and they all shake their heads negatively, even Arthur that only chuckles.

" Norman Bates ? You spend too much time watching TV..Everybody knows he is only a legend.."

I swear, I didn't mean to write a request..but inspiration hit me like ⚡⚡⚡

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legoshi-plz · 3 years

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Pretenses Part Five (Louis x Reader)

Summary: Louis is a spoiled prince and you are a clumsy maid. Prince! Louis x Canine!Dog! Reader.

Warning: NSFW (+18)

Despite Louis’ outwardly composed nature, inside he was in full blown panic mode.

He had just finished up yet another uneventful dinner with his father and his future bride; now it was time to return to his chambers. His chambers he hadn’t been in since this morning. His chambers where he was currently holding you hostage.

Louis stood in front of his door for who knows how long before finally opening it with great hesitation, preparing himself for your angry, perhaps even violent response. Instead he was greeted with.... silence. You were on the bed where he’d left you, sound asleep.

Louis couldn’t help the relieved flutter of his tail at the sight of your sleeping form.

You had curled under the covers, probably to keep warm in the cold air of his chambers, your form rising and falling peacefully as you snoozed. Louis approached you slowly, checking to make sure you were actually asleep before his hands flew to throw off his royal regalia.

Once free from the confines of his complex uniform, he was under the covers immediately. Bringing your snoozing figure into his arms. You didn’t move a muscle; it was evident you were a heavy sleeper. Louis already knew this from his time watching you as you took your midday naps in his chambers but he didn’t know it was to such a great extent. He shifted so that he could lay his head on your chest, arms encircling your waist. He listened to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, his breathing slowing down to match your own.

He was asleep in minutes.

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You awoke to a weight on your chest and the smell of Louis’ cologne surrounding you. When you opened your eyes, the brightness assaulted your vision, making you attempt to turn away but that attempt was futile.

The Prince, who definitely wasn’t there when you fell asleep yesterday, was laying directly on top of you with his head on your chest, arms in a deadlock around your waist. You were caged beneath him, his weight pinning you down. You contemplated screaming bloody murder, hoping you could shock him into letting you go and make a run for it but decided against it. You doubted he’d remember to lock the door behind him, that could possibly be an opportunity for you to escape. You slowly began trying to pull his long arms from you when you felt his grip tighten.

“Don’t even think about it,” Louis mumbled, nuzzling further into your neck.

“My liege, please stop this indecency. As rightful heir to the thrown, a lowly maid such as myself would only sully-

“How long did you practice that one? Is that what you were doing yesterday while I was gone? Rehearsing pleas so I’d let you go?” Louis chuckled, finally opening his eyes. Sleepy amber orbs met your own irises and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his brown eyes looked in the morning sun. They didn’t reflect the light but instead nearly consumed it, a complete contrast to the brown of his fur.

“You must be hungry? You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday, if that. I’ll call the kitchen and have them bring us something up. Breakfast in bed doesn’t sound too bad,” Louis bit his lip as his eyes drank in your form beneath him. He definitely looked hungry, yet for something other than food; his eyes were burning with barely contained lust.

“I-I have to go, my Prince. I have to perform my duties in the kitch-AH,” you were cut off when Louis sat up and brought you with him as he pulled you onto his lap to straddle him. You felt your fur prickle with embarrassment as you realized not only was he shirtless, but he also seemed to be only in his underwear, the dark blue embroided material providing a very thin barrier to the Prince’s most precious asset.

“What about your duties to me?” Louis hummed, rubbing his hands up and down the fur of your outter thighs. The top of your uniform was still very much ripped open, so you brought your arms up to cover yourself, the blankets you’d been curled under no longer providing you coverage.

“Ah ah ah, you should know better than to hide yourself from me,” Louis hummed, prying your arms from your chest. He leaned forward, his mouth capturing once of your hardened nipples. The feeling of his hot tongue on your sensitive peak sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Pr-pr-princeee, pleaaaase,” you moaned lightly, your voice nothing more than a breathy whisper.

Louis ignored you, instead moving to the other peak while his hands found themselves back at your plush hips. He rocked upwards into you, his hard member making its presence know.

“Take these off,” Louis mumbled against your areola, tugging at your panties. When you hesitated, he simply sighed before ripping them off himself.

“My Pri-

“Shut up,” Louis groaned against your chest, the vibrations further stimulating your raised peak. Louis plunged his fingers into your arching cavern just as he had the day before. You felt your head swirl in embarrassment and arousal, the two emotions battling for dominance.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? How long I’ve desired you?” Louis asked, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw. His eyes burned with such passion for you, it was hard to not look away.

“That’s it, ride my hand. Just like that,” Louis grunted and you hadn’t even noticed your pelvis had begun grinding into his hand to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Your body was moving completely on its own, anything to help relieve the pressure growing in your lower belly.

Suddenly, Louis ceased his movements, lifting you up slightly with one hand while he pulled his underwear down with the other. His member sprang to life, resting against his abdomen as it stood glistening with precum. Being a stag and royalty, it was natural to assume he’d be well-endowed but nothing could have prepared you for the vision that was his impressive length.

He took your hands in his own larger ones and wrapped them around his weeping shaft. He let out a soft “fuck...” as he guided your hands up and down. He let go once you found your own rhythm, no longer needing his assistance for such a simple act.

“You’re so good at this- too good, actually. Did you touch Azuki’s mutt like this? Huh?” Louis asked breathlessly, his death grip returning to your thighs.

“I already told you yesterday, we aren’t like... that...” you grumbled, swiping your fingers over his sensitive cockhead, causing a needy groan to tear from his throat.

“Then what were you two like? You were already letting that filthy mongrel close enough to scent you, it’d be nothing for you to get on your knees for him.” Louis said angrily and you suddenly remembered exactly where you were and, more importantly, who you were with.

No amount of pretty words and declarations of desire were going to keep Louis’ true nature at bay for long. He was vile and malicious at heart. You knew this. He’d proven it to you time and time again. So when was it finally going to register in your dumb little brain?

You released his cock immediately, and climbed off his lap and out of his bed. You headed straight for the door but Louis was faster, grabbing and pinning you against the very door you’d been trying to exit from.

“Why do you keep running away from me? Can’t you see what I’m trying to do here?” Louis groaned into the nape of your neck. It sent shivers down your spine and you resisted the urge to arch into him.

“You’re trying to control me, to manipulate me”

“I’m trying to love you.” Louis craned his head back to look into your eyes. He saw no warmth in them.

“You have a peculiar way of expressing your ‘love’, my lord,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Annnnd we’re back to the incorrect formalities. Every time I feel we’ve taken one step forward, you move three spaces back. Why do you insist on fighting me so? I know you feel it, I can’t be imagining this attraction between us,” Louis finished, the grip on you wrists that previously had you pinned against the door now residing so that he could caress your forearms with the pads of his thumbs.

“I fight it because I know my place. I’m a dog, your highness. Lower than any other Herbivore commoner, and amongst the unfavorable even within Carnivore spaces. Most of the animals around here think I should be banished for even working within the castle during the day, let alone catering to you.”

“Their opinions don’t matter, they have no authority here-”

“It does matter, your highness. Because once your infatuation with me ceases, which is inevitable, you will return to your fiancé, marry her, be crowned King, and produce heirs. And all I’ll have is my life as a lowly commoner. That’s the natural order of things.” You lamented, your voice feeling thick with emotion.

“So what, you believe your future is with Azuki’s guard dog? Popping out litter after litter for him until you die? That’s no way to live, he can’t commit to you. His life already belongs to another woman and that’s Azuki.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’m fully aware of the hold our future Queen has over him. I’m just grateful for every moment he chooses to share with me. Makes my life a little less lonely...,”

“I could make your life less lonely! I could do that for you, better than he ever could!” Louis was slightly begging now, he could hear it in his own voice but he was beyond the point of caring.

“Don’t you see I feel my loneliest when I’m with you? All you’ve ever made me feel was small, and stupid, and unworthy. Legoshi doesn’t point out how I misuse words just to remind me of how uneducated I am. He doesn’t point out how unrefined my taste pallet is or force me to eat food outside of the carnivore diet. He doesn’t drag me out of bed at night to look at some stupid star a million miles away on some balcony when I’m afraid of heights. He doesn’t tell me where I can and can’t go, who I can and can’t see, just because he felt like it. He doesn’t humiliate me every chance he gets! He doesn’t boss me around just because he can!” There were hot tears streaming down your face. You had been holding this in for a long time.

“I see...,” Louis said finally breaking the silence. He released you from his grasp and took a step back. He adjusted himself, tucking his forgotten member fully back into his underwear. Though he had a beautiful body envious to those of Gods, he seemed almost shy about his lack of clothing now.

He glanced at your tattered uniform before muttering a “wait here... please...”, and walking towards one of the humongous wardrobes in his room. He pulled out a pristine, new uniform and walked back over to hand it to you.

“I kept a lot of these on hand, in case you ever wanted.... a more comfortable bed to lay your head at night...” Louis’s voice had never seemed so clouded. You silently accepted the uniform.

“You have my deepest apologies for my behavior. Such veracity was never my intention. I hereby relieve you of all obligation to me. You may return to the kitchen or to the gardens or to somewhere new if you like. Whereever you choose to go is fine, I’ll notify Stallworth of my approval. I...” Louis hesitated, finally bringing his eyes up yours.

“You’re free to go.”

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A/N: I finally know how I want this story to end so hopefully they’ll only be two more parts for this series and it’ll reach it’s completion! Also thank you all again for 1K!

#beastars #beastars louis #beastars louis x reader #louis x reader #louis x you #louis #beastars Louis x you

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atruththatyoudeny · 4 years

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Monthly Reads | July 2020

Happy 28th! As always, my undying love goes out to all the amazing authors this fandom still has. You are all incredible! Thank you for sharing your work with us ♥ Here are all the 21 fics I read and enjoyed this month:

⋙ The Murmur of Yearning | MediaWhore | historical - no smut - arranged marriage past rape/non-con - implied/referenced dubious consent - minor character death - slow burn - 93k Four years ago, Harry Styles was forced into a marriage of convenience to enrich and ally both his and his promised's families. The sudden, and slightly suspicious, death of the Marquess of Haxshire, however, brings great disturbance to Crescentfield Hall and, as his late's husband's closest male relative, Harry unexpectedly finds himself the head of a family he never felt he belonged to. Between a meddling distant cousin hellbent on inserting himself in Harry’s life, his wicked and mistrustful mother-in-law and his late husband’s advisors refusing to help or take him seriously, Harry struggles in the fight to keep what he’s earned and make the Estate finally feel like home. Luckily he doesn’t stand completely alone and finds himself an unlikely ally in Mr Tomlinson, the elusive Land Stewart who has been taking care of the property in the shadows for years. Louis Tomlinson is caring, patient, and unlike everyone else, he doesn’t seem to think Harry committed a murder.

⋙ Donor-Conceived | jaerie | a/b/o - omega/omega - friends to lovers - intersex omegas - pregnancy kink - unplanned pregnancy - fertility issues - miscarriage mentioned - male lactation - lactation kink - 31k When Harry receives the worst news of his life, it's now or never if he wants to carry a child of his own. Without an alpha, it's a daunting idea. But after it's a go, he finds another omega having a child from the same donor and become fast friends. It is only logical that they raise the boys as half brothers, making sure their sons keep up the relationship with the only connection to their anonymous father. It seems like the perfect plan but life doesn't always work out that way.

⋙ Just a touch of your love | anonymous | a/b/o - touch-starved - past abuse - past rape/non-con - miscommunication - anxiety attacks - 12k “What if something happened to you? What would I say to Niall?” “Nothing, he would have to wait to see my corpse on the news like everyone else.” Deadpanned Harry. Louis’ gasp was all the answer he got. Ok, so that might have been a bit too much. With a calmer voice, he said, “It’s really fine. I’ve walked to the tube countless times, I can handle myself. Just go home and tell Niall to stop mothering me.” Louis was finally walking by his side and gave him a sideways glance before talking. “He doesn’t know, does he? Of your, uh, condition.” Harry tensed and his breath became erratic, but he didn’t say a word. Louis continued. “His nose probably hasn’t picked it up, and you’re lucky Liam’s also a beta, but it took me a minute to confirm it. Your scent is gettin’ so…” He seemed to struggle to find a word. He didn’t finish the sentence, but the emotion in his voice made Harry’s tummy churn. -- Or, Harry is a touch starved omega trying to get through it on his own. Louis happens to be the only alpha around to realize it and offers to help.

⋙ We're Not Who We Used To Be | jaerie | trans female character - trans Harry - childhood friends - friends with benefits - transitioning - gender dysphoria - body disphoria gender identity - first time - self-medicating - reference to depression - 7k Louis comes back to his childhood home and sees an old friend who has changed quite a lot since the last time they saw each other.

⋙ Sincerely, Yours | anon | strangers to lovers - military - 25k Prompt:Historical AU where Louis is a soldier on his way to first deployment and Harry is working at a diner. They meet there when Louis is waiting for the bus, Harry tries to cheer Louis up and agrees to write to him while he's deployed because Louis doesn't have anyone else to write to. People kinda make fun of Harry for writing to (and falling for) a virtual stranger but otherwise everything is great until Louis stops writing. AKA travelin' soldier by the Dixie Chicks but gay and with a happy ending.

⋙ Ever Since I Tried Your Way | anon | historical - 1940s - 1950s - farm/ranch - internalized homophobia - hurt/comfort - emotional hurt/comfort - fluff - smut - gender exploration - body worship - 26k Harry had been kissed before, but never like this. He’d shared sweet, curious kisses behind bleachers and in soda shop booths, one or two more daring ones in cars parked on dark suburban streets, but the girls he’d kissed had never filled him with the desperation that erupted from Louis’ touch. He parted his lips and pulled him closer, as though he could breathe Louis straight into his lungs, as if he could swallow him. He wanted to consume Louis the way he consumed the body and blood of Christ. He wanted to place Louis on his tongue and feel him dissolve into a frothy mess of starch and saliva. He wanted to gulp him down until his teeth were stained purple and he was drunk on him. He wanted him in some violent holy way that made his hands shake where they were twisted in Louis’ shirt. In 1949 Harry left his bride at the altar, running away from the only life he'd known. When a kindhearted farmer offers him a ride in his truck and a place to sleep the two find themselves inexplicably drawn together. Isolated on Louis' farm with nobody but a field of dairy cows to intrude, the men are finally able to explore the parts of themselves they've spent their lives hiding away.

⋙ sleeping on our problems | falsegoodnight | a/b/o - college/university - mpreg - friends with benefits - angst - slow burn - hurt/comfort - 67k I’m in love with you, Louis thinks. He feels empty, weighed down by his sadness and the loss of Harry inside him just moments ago before his knot finally went down. There’s moments where he’s sure Harry feels the same. Like now, when he’s gazing down at Louis with so much adoration and tenderness. It’s like they’re both on the cusp of something more, but neither of them ever say a word. His confession is on the tip of his tongue ready to slide out like honey, and yet he remains silent. They both do, looking at each other and recognizing the reluctance mirrored in each other’s eyes. It’s then that Louis realizes they’re both scared. - Or Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

⋙ in a world alone | falsegoodnight | a/b/o - Swan Lake AU - historical - royalty - magic - curses - friends to lovers - slow burn - mpreg - 51k Harry’s breath catches as the glow grows bigger and bigger until he’s squinting his eyes and blinking at the sudden intense brightness. He closes his eyes, rubbing at them helplessly. When his eyes open again- he gasps, grip loosening on his bow as he gawks at the sight before him. Because the swan is gone. And in its place is the prettiest omega Harry has ever seen. - A Swan Lake AU

⋙ The Baby Whisperer | jacaranda_bloom | strangers to lovers - prior mpreg - neighbours - fluff - smut - kid fic - 19k Harry’s newborn baby is having trouble sleeping and nothing he does seems to work. Tired and alone and at his wits end, Harry is at a loss until a new neighbour arrives to turn his world upside down. OR the one where being neighbourly takes on a whole new meaning.

⋙ was in no hurry, had no worries | defencelouis | strangers to lovers - car accidents - smut - daddy kink - 21k The year is 1999 and Harry can’t stop dedicating songs to Louis on the radio. Or the one where Harry hits Louis with his car.

⋙ Strong Enough | jacaranda_bloom | enemies to lovers - exes to lovers - angst - smut - divorce - 21k “So…” Liam starts, and Louis instantly knows where this is going. He’s actually glad it’s Liam that's dragging the subject out from the shadows and into the light. Louis turns to face him, mirroring his position on the couch and nods, ready for him to continue. Liam takes a deep breath. “Have you spoken to Harry recently?” Five years after Vertigo goes on hiatus, the band comes back together for a benefit concert. Can Louis and Harry work through their complicated past, or are some wounds too deep to be healed?

⋙ What's It Gonna Be? | zeldasayre | high school - 37k Louis looked thoughtful for a moment. “When are you meeting with Clare again?” “Thursday,” Bebe said, looking over at him, the ice clinking in her glass as she stirred it with a long spoon. “Why?” He grinned, narrowing his eyes. He took a long, dramatic pause, sipping his lemonade, and then said, “Scheming.” aka I've watched Shura's "What's It Gonna Be?" music video one too many times. ((Or, Louis and Bebe, best friends since childhood, have crushes on two of the most popular kids in school, and in an attempt to increase their respective chances, Louis befriends Harry Styles, quarterback of the football team, while Bebe befriends Clare Uchima, head cheerleader. Only... the plan... doesn't go exactly as planned.))

⋙ There Goes My Life | anonymous | older larry - colleagues with benefits - mpreg - unplanned pregnancy - smut - lactation kink - 8k Metallic taste in the mouth, check. Aversions to favourite foods, check. Nausea without throwing up, check. A heightened sense of smell, check. Sore and sensitive nipples, check. It had felt as though Harry had been ticking off boxes from his own mental checklist and every new addition brought him closer to an existential crisis. Pregnant. Everything over the last few weeks began to make sense; thoughts he pushed from his mind because he was too busy, and to be honest too scared, to think about. Getting knocked up from a few-night’s-stand was something that happened to teenagers and/or uni students, but certainly not to a forty-year-old Member of Parliament such as himself. *** Or, the one where Harry is single, a Member of Parliament, gets knocked up and has to deal with navigating motherhood in his forties. And Louis? Well, his life is about to change forever as well. This is a tale about colleagues with benefits and the consequences that can come with that.

⋙ Mother I'd Like to * | anonymous | implied mpreg - MILF Harry - 4k “What’s up, dad?” Oliver asks Louis, standing in front of Harry in a way that hides his friends from the view. “Is there something wrong with your mom? Your friends are staring a lot.” Oliver goes beet red at that. He groans and hides his face on his hands. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” --------------------- Written for the prompt: Harry’s and Louis’ son is like 16, so he is hanging out with his friends and his friends are teasing him about how hot his mother (aka harry) is, just like the 1D boys always did with Harry about Anne. The son feels super uncomfortable and Louis is super confused why these little teenagers boys always stare at Harry’s body when he is cooking for them whenever they visit until he finds out they think of Harry as the hottest milf in town (more humor than actual sexual references pls, this is supposed to be more funny than awkwardly sexual :D)

⋙ An Invincible Summer | Brooklyn_Babylon | farm/ranch - historical - 1940s - period-typical homophobia - adoption - minor character death - epilepsy - homophobic language - smut - 44k Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn't ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son. The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about.

⋙ a trail of honey through it all | faeriestyles | strangers to friends to lovers - mild violence - D/s undertones - 27k The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him. Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

⋙ The Recklessness in Water | LarryOn | light angst - smut - 50k Louis Tomlinson is miserable. He's stuck on a family vacation at a lake cabin in New Hampshire when all he wants to do is bemoan his sorry existence and wallow in his sweatpants. As if the humidity and mosquitos weren't bad enough, he becomes the singular target of an obnoxious lifeguard named Harry.

⋙ baby blue | soldouthaz | cowboy AU - famous/not famous - angst - hate to love - enemies to lovers - smut - hurt/comfort - minor violence - 39k Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head. He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin. “Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”

⋙ with no way out and a long way down | we_are_the_same | royalty - soulmates - strangers to lovers - fluff - angst - no smut - emotional hurt/comfort arranged marriage - 31k Prince Harry is ten when he receives his soulmark.

⋙ adjudication | bottomlinsons | royalty - historical - enemies to friends to lovers - enemies to friends - love letters - betrayal - slow burn - light angst - arranged marriage - 75k Harry's been engaged to Princess Charlotte of Ryde for as long as he can remember. He's come to know her, to love her, through the letters she's sent him over the past three years. But when the wedding finally arrives, Harry quickly learns that nothing is as it seems. With his crown and country at stake, Harry must decide who to trust in this strange new land. And the sly Crown Prince of Ryde doesn't seem inclined to make things easy.

⋙ Something to Prove | trysomecats | a/b/o - enemies to lovers - mpreg - smut - 9k Louis is the first and only omega to work at Red Valley Medical Center. Despite being more than qualified, he still faces prejudice for his career choice everyday. From patients refusing his treatment to condescending alpha doctors intervening with his work, practicing medicine in Boston is more challenging than Louis had ever thought it would be.

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