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lovelylou · 1 year
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Where I End and You Begin by @starryhazelou (starryhazelou)
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“You know you’re kind of a brat,” Harry muses, eyes firmly on Louis as he leans back crossing his arms over his chest.
Louis smirks, “You’re not the first one to say that big boy, but I’ve learned to take it as a compliment.”
Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.
Harry’s brain repeats to himself while Louis glides a hand across his face.
He’s so screwed.
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Global rock sensation Harry Styles is set to perform in his sold out residencies across six major cities. What happens when his usual makeup artist can’t make it and they hire the most beautiful human he’s ever laid eyes on? Surely it couldn’t be that hard to remain professional
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i worked on this gif and the whole time i did not realise i put "when" instead of "where" >:(
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peachyrainn · 11 months
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chapter 8 of a world made just for us is out! warning this chapter is upsetting, so read at your own risk.
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blouisparadise · 2 years
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hii, do you know about fics similar to this one? How Many Times Will It Take (To Get This Right) i really liked it and i was having a really hard time finding BLfics that I enjoyed lately
Check out our Harry leaves pregnant Louis rec list here. Enjoy!
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iamultaweeabootrash · 9 years
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FUJOSHI STRUGGLES
Fujoshi struggle #243: When writing a fic for class and having to advance the relationship in six pages of dialogue and you don't want to use the traditional climaxes in a bl. (Hug,kiss,rushed confession)
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lovelylou · 2 years
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Breathe me in, breathe me out by @lunarheslwt (lunarheslwt)
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Louis was just passing the autumn collection, when an unfamiliar but addicting scent tickled his nose. Cinnamon. He turned as he realised something.
He felt calm. Relaxed.
The permanent agitation that he carried was melting away the more he breathed in the scent, as faint as it was. Consumed by the crazed desire to seek out the specific candle, Louis began picking up candles and sniffing them madly, when a deep voice piped up, startling him.
“Uh, sir, we don’t allow candle fetishists in here.”
Louis froze mid sniff in mortification. Willing himself to not blush, he turned, a retort at the tip of his tongue. Except, it died in his throat as he took in the man before him.
“I uh,” Louis blurted out accidentally, temporarily rendered speechless by the frankly unfairly beautiful man before him. Only at the man’s grin widening did he regain his wits.
“You’re gonna kink shame me?”
Or, Louis is drawn into a quaint candle shop in his desire to find ways to soothe himself while struggling with touch depri. It takes him two more run-ins and with the lovely alpha sales assistant, and a drop, to figure out the source of the scent that imprints upon him and calms his omega. Idiots to lovers
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lovelylou · 2 years
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Satellite by @boosbabycakes28 (BoosBabycakes)
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Louis is a hardworking, dedicated, loving single mum with no interest other than making his son happy, and who thinks that love will never knock on his door again.
Harry is a lone man, successful in his field, and thinks he has his life together and all figured out.
Wrong meets clueless, lives get turned upside down in the best way possible with the help of a cute and curious little boy, who just wants to learn more and more.
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lovelylou · 2 years
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Truebonds by @jacaranda-bloom (jacaranda_bloom)
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Louis doesn't mind being an omega, most of the time. Modern medicine allows him to suppress almost all of his omega traits, but the one thing it can't suppress is his scenting cycle. Fortunately, that only needs to be dealt with every seven years and he counts himself lucky that he can afford the services of a reputable agency.
With his cycle due, he reviews the matched candidates and there's one alpha who fits all of his criteria, S28A. That's pretty much where things start to unravel.
Enter Harry Styles, scenter for hire.
Or the one where Louis is an omega in need, Harry is an alpha for hire, and destiny presents them with a fate they never saw coming.
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lovelylou · 2 years
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baby, you're the end of june by @disgruntledkittenface (disgruntledkittenface)
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“Up for it, Harold? We can go over the rundown when we get back. If you’re not busy then.”
“Yeah, sounds good,” Harry says, closing his laptop and setting it on Louis’ desk. “It’s just Harry, though.”
“You look like a Harold,” Louis says, standing up and brushing some brownie crumbs off his t-shirt. Harry briefly wonders how he’s still hungry for lunch after demolishing half the plate of brownies as he stands and moves into the hallway. “It’s the cardigan, I think.”
“You guys can flirt on the way,” Niall says over his shoulder, beckoning for them to follow him as he strides down the row of cubicles. “Come on, I’m starving.”
Harry looks at Louis, but he just laughs as they follow Niall. Oh. He thought he’d been picking up a vibe while they hung out, but apparently not. Well, it’s better to know how Louis feels now, so he can nip his growing crush in the bud. Louis is a great guy, at least they can be friends as well as coworkers.
In which Harry courts Louis. Entirely by accident.
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lovelylou · 2 years
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these still waters run deep by @levelofcharm (levelofcharm)
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“You and your brother are very different in that way,” Louis hums, noticing the subtle tick in the alpha’s jaw.
“Andrew and I are different in many ways,” he states, nostrils flaring the slightest.
Louis sighs from his nose. “I have never been one to conform to the conventional standards of royal morals. They’ve placed me in a box that I do not fit in, leaving me always wanting what I cannot have. It’s natural, at this point, to hold my words and pray everything blows over without a fuss.”
“You are free to speak as you wish,” Harry says intently, the ‘with me’ goes unsaid but it’s there, reassuring. “What do you want, Louis?”
Clacking hooves outside the house and the whinny of the horses for their carriage are loud in the silence as Louis thinks, staring at the alpha painted in orange and yellow and thinking ‘you’—knowledgeable and confident and willing to speak. I want to be like you. I want you.
Having accepted his engagement to Viscount Andrew, Louis is aware that it isn’t a love match and has no wish to be swept off his feet… until he meets the viscount’s brother, Harry, who makes him second-guess everything.
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lovelylou · 2 years
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billow and breeze (islands and seas) by @pleasing-louis (pleasinglouis)
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It was bright; that was the first thing Louis could recall. With a groan, he winced at the throbbing behind the sockets of his eyes and rubbed his temples in an effort to soothe the pain. Maybe he really did hit his head when he took his tumble. The omega squinted as he looked at the surrounding rolling hills and fog hanging over the countryside. As strange as it was, the world felt different, though it looked practically the same.
Disoriented and confused, Louis padded through the moss and listened for his husband. “Liam?” he croaked shakily.
Nothing but a symphony of woodland creatures met his ears. His footsteps were muted by mossy green grass beneath his feet and soil fragrant as he neared the crest of the hill. At the top, he froze, lips parted in horror and eyes widening at the expanse of empty farmland—not a soul in sight. It had only been less than ten minutes prior that he could see Inverness from the crest, but now there was nothing.
“Impossible,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief—his mind not quite able to make sense of it.
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Or the Outlander AU where Louis wakes up in 1743 Scotland written for the 1D Historical Fic Fest
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lovelylou · 2 years
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late nights and good intentions by @princelouisau (princelouisau)
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“About last night,” Harry says suddenly, as if he’d been debating on whether to say anything. Louis whips back around to look at him.
“Do not finish that thought,” Louis says just as abruptly.
Harry looks at him oddly, as if assessing him. With a small frown, it seems the assessment is over. “I only wish to say that you do not have to dwell on it. The rest of the men will surely forget by tonight.”
“And you?” Louis asks, raising an eyebrow. “Will you forget?”
“I will remember every second of it fondly,” the Lord says, no trace of a tease in his words.
or, a Victorian era au where Louis pines for his overprotective older brother’s very charming best friend.
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lovelylou · 2 years
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letting the flowers speak by @shimmeringevil (shimmeringevil)
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The boy in the window hasn’t noticed him.
Harry still hasn’t decided whether or not that’s a good thing as he turns around, casually strolling by the flower shop for what feels like the dozenth time in a row. Shifting his gaze to the right, he spots the boy who remains hard at work, rearranging the delicate blooms without so much as a glance in Harry’s direction.
The sudden sound of bells jingling as the flower shop door opens jolts him as he quickly adjusts his stance to look more natural, feigning nonchalance as he pulls out his phone and pretends to be engrossed in the display. Harry’s heart starts to pound as flower boy pokes his head through the opening, feeling eyes on him through his peripheral vision.
“You alright there?” A high, raspy voice calls out, the dainty lilt making its way straight into Harry’s heart and causing it to stutter in his chest.
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Or - an AU where Harry buys flowers from Louis' shop to try to get his attention, and Louis has no idea that the flowers have a deeper meaning
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lovelylou · 2 years
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my end and my beginning by @vogueharrystan (lilliandherself)
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“It’s alright, babe,” Louis murmurs, “I don’t mind you or any of your siblings seeing me as a mother figure. I’m quite honored that all of you trust me so much to think of me that way.”
Wesley inhales deeply. “Okay, cool. I was really nervous about talking to you about it but it also felt weird to think of you as my mom and not tell you about it, you know?”
Louis nods his head but doesn’t say anything. His mind is reeling and he feels a happy feeling crawling up his throat.
When Louis starts as an intern at a new company, he becomes particularly fond of the boss’ five children. And maybe the boss himself as well.
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lovelylou · 2 years
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this love is ours by @loulicate-recs (loulicate)
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“I told you to call me Harry.” Harry looks amused. It’s not funny. Louis throwing up because of him isn’t funny.
“But I’ve been calling you Mr. Styles for so long.”
“And now you’re carrying my baby.”
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Farmer Harry got village girl Louis pregnant without mating.
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lovelylou · 2 years
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you are worlds away by @butyouneverdo (wildestdreams)
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“I met someone,” Louis sighed, grabbing a glass and pouring himself some beer.
“Is that why you look like that?” Liam asked, gesturing toward Louis’ hair and face, which no doubt was all messed up and debauched. Louis self consciously tried fixing his hair and wore a pout on his face.
“He was really cute.”
“Who was he?” Niall asked, sipping his beer.
As Louis went to answer, someone tapped on a microphone, quieting down the entire bar. Louis slowly swiveled in his seat as the spotlights lit up on the stage. Once his eyes saw who was standing there, Louis breathed out, “fuck.”
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Sex Monarchy are local legends at the University of Brighton. Everyone adores their rock ‘n roll sound and they’re obsessed with the charming lead singer, Harry Styles.
Everyone except Louis, who thinks they’re completely pretentious. However, upon meeting Harry and hearing them perform, Louis realizes that he might have been wrong.
When a talent scout signs the band, things start accelerating for them. From going on tours to recording an album, it’s everything Harry has ever wanted, but with his feelings growing deeper for Louis, he’s not sure what he wants more.
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lovelylou · 2 years
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to be loved by another by @vogueharrystan (lilliandherself)
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“What does it mean if he’s done two of them? That both of them are his love languages?”
“Well, maybe,” Oli considers. “Could be something else.”
Louis sits up straight. “What could it mean?”
Oli cowers a bit into his seat. “Listen, I’m not trying to get your hopes up for nothing if it just ends up being a friend thing.”
“Tell me,” Louis jabs him in the side. “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell—”
“Okay!” Oli exclaims, shoving Louis’ hands away. “Okay, fine. Maybe, if he’s interested in you like that, it could be him trying to figure out what your love language is. And that’s why he’s done two different ones.”
The one about the five love languages.
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