Catwoman. (Ao3)
Tags: Harry bottom | Louis top | Harry catwoman | Louis batman | Harry boypussy | Harry femenine
Chapter: 1/1
Words: 1,3k
The goal is to stop him, to run towards him, but when he has him face to face he only ends up between "her" legs making "her" moan with pleasure... in the end, Batman can catch Catwoman whenever he wants, but being between "her" legs is only a few opportunities...
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A Social Construct
7k words /// Explicit /// Louis/Harry
Five times Harry and Louis try to lose their virginity and one time they finally do.
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Louis e Harry dividem o apartamento e se detestam, assim como o cachorro de Tomlinson odeia a gata de Styles. Quando Harry adoece e precisa repousar por quatorze dias, ele acaba sendo obrigado a passar mais tempo com Louis.
O que tinha tudo para ser uma convivência desagradável muda quando Tomlinson encontra seu colega de apartamento em meio a um episódio de febre.
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OF HANGOVERS AND HELL
Harry is not exactly a loves-social-gatherings guy. So when Niall talks him into going to a party, one during which Harry somehow ends up in a room of no other than the pretentious athlete Louis Tomlinson... shit goes down.
(very loosely) inspired by that one selfie, you know which one 😁
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chater 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
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moodboard + Disneyland After Dark Pride Nite
↳ And rainbows have nothing to hide ⋒
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November 18, 2022
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♡ Mine Would Be You ♡
❧ author: crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks)
❧ words: 114k
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Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.
Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.
Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.
Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?
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Tongue Tied
1.2k words /// Rated G /// Louis/Harry
Louis’ new bestie placed a hand on his shoulder; he turned with a sway and looked into his blue eyes. ”What do you wish?”
The world spun for a moment, and Louis shrugged. It was easy. The only thing he wanted. “I wish that I could tell Harry that I love him, instead of getting all tongue tied and chickening out.”
The Irishman winked. “You never know, your wish may just come true.”
“From your lips to God’s ears, mate.” He gave the man a hug. “I gotta go before my Uber leaves me.”
He stumbled to the door, and that was the last thing he remembered from the night.
Written for the 2023 @wordplayfics challenge!
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