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He pushes his way into the room, roughly. Starts with his pants while facing the wall. “This is a pity fuck,” he clarifies.
“Yeah,” he hears Louis say, door creaking shut behind them. “But for which one of us?”
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Harry Styles is the Captain of the New York Yankees. One of his players is not performing.
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Don't Even Get Me Started by violetlilachyacinth for Luupa
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
21 Mar 2026
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Chad raises an eyebrow and lowers his voice. “So that was all just platonic, right, mate?”
Maybe it’s because he’s been cooped up for so long. Too much to get off his chest. Maybe he just has to be honest with someone, and Chad happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Wasn’t platonic, no,” Louis grins manically. “Doesn’t matter now that it's ended, though, does it? Now that we don’t talk.”
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“Are you alright?” He hears Harry ask again, maybe even sounding alarmed now. But all Louis can see is red.
“I’m just,” He gasps, his voice breaking, incapable of even blinking away from the target. “So thirsty.”
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A Southern Baptist community in 1982 rural North Carolina isn't the most conducive environment for vampirism.
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(nothing this good ever lasts this long for me)
(cry when you leave me)
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Harry has everything he wants, everything he needs, without his chaos angel. He hasn’t missed this. And yet, he’d last seen Louis damaged and emaciated in a hospital bed. He can’t say he doesn’t prefer him like this, alive and well, kicking and screaming, visceral and strong. No longer skin and bone, he’s flesh and blood.
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Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson meet again, in uncertain terms.
A Duology.
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Harry and Louis’ kingdoms have rivaled one another for ages. When the time comes for the beautiful, cunning Prince Louis to choose a mate, Harry’s father puts him in the running for his hand. But Harry has no intentions of marrying the omega. He is only using the opportunity to investigate and expose Louis’ sordid past, where rumors of fornication and murder abound, and bring justice down on his rival once and for all.
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Bookmarked by violetlilachyacinth
14 May 2026
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Your intellect and beauty are only ever brought up as warnings against you.
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running a pub is simple enough: pour drinks, ignore drunkards, and absolutely do not develop a workplace crush on the new waitress who flirts her way out of everything. when one of the aforementioned rules is broken, the styles jar is introduced to restore order -- only to start single-handedly funding the pub while simultaneously destroying louis' sanity.
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"“ENOUGH!”
In an instant, all the laughter died out.
All three of the boys turned halfway around to look at the man behind them.
And yeah, Harry knew that guy. Everyone in town knew Louis Tomlinson. When Harry was twelve, his older sister had almost slept with him despite him being a year under her. Then he slept with her friend instead, of course, so Gemma caught a lucky break, though she didn’t seem to appreciate it at the time. In fact, one could argue she missed out on a vital rite of passage. Few girls around her age had made it through school and out of town without rounding Louis Tomlinson’s bed."
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Based on prompt: 446.: Fuckboy Louis and sweet, innocent Harry. They fall in love and Harry feels insecure about his lack of experience in sex. A fic where Louis used to sleep around and is grumpy towards anyone but his baby Harry.
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"Louis chucks her work clothes on the bathroom floor, where Harry will find them tomorrow and use them as an excuse to start with her. She could remember to pick them back up after the shower, but she won’t because the second the warm water hits her skin, everything else falls away.
They used to shower together, after work. One time at work, – that very first time – in the dingy changing room showers. Louis still remembers the flickering overhead lights, the sulphury smell from the disused drain tap mixing in with their sweat, the lump in her throat and the look on Harry’s face. Up until that point, Louis had written her off as a filthy flirt with a penchant for pushing boundaries and played along accordingly. It’d seemed so safe at first, harmless workplace flirtation, no real risk in the absence of genuine desire.
Well, Harry fucked that up. And Louis, worse yet, let her."--
Louis broke up with Harry approximately a month ago. Which means she's been sleeping on an air mattress in her living room for exactly a month. No one knows when exactly Harry plans on moving out and no one knows whether or not Louis actually wants her to, least of all Louis. Ex-girlfriend dramatics galore
Bookmarked by violetlilachyacinth
29 Sep 2025
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If it were our bed, you’d still be sleeping in it.
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“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.
“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”
Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.
Adrenaline makes Louis loose-lipped, and they both know it. He tightens his arms around Harry’s neck, buries his face in his hair. “I missed you,” he confesses, quiet. “Doesn’t feel the same up there by myself.”
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Bookmarked by violetlilachyacinth
16 Aug 2025
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It's like this was specifically written for me