Daria

The fire was blossoming on Kupala night by kvitka_larrietka

Explicit | 13k | AO3

Fandom: One Direction

Relationship: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Main tags: Fantasy, Folklore, Dark Harry Styles, Dark Louis Tomlinson, Intersex Harry Styles, Vaginal Sex, Voyeurism, Dom/sub Undertones, Happy Ending.

Harry is one of the mavkas - forest nymphs, its guardians and protectors. He doesn't understand why, unlike his sisters, he can't satisfy his hunger, and why he is so drawn to the forbidden part of the wood. It's the place where the thick fog hides the swamp and the terrible beast that hunts forest creatures lives. But only there, near that wall of fog he feels good. One day he is forced to cross the line, but to find there not his death, but a new life.

Or Louis and Harry are two cursed magical creatures who find salvation in each other.

"Come to bed," Harry murmurs, barely visible. He's made a circle of their clothes - Louis' hoodies and his shorts and a pair of grass stained shorts. There are blankets in there too, a half dozen towels. Harry is curled up in the middle of all of it, his knees to his chest.

"Hey baby, okay. Hold on." Louis toes off his shoes, tosses his phone towards the nightstand. He won't need it. Told all the guys to leave them be for a while. Louis had sensed it earlier, the spike in Harry's scent when he had retreated from the party, feeling off and anxious.

Wrapped around Harry's back, Louis settles with his arm across his hips, his face buried in Harry's curls. He can smell their shampoo - strawberry and mint - and the deeper scent of Harry's omega anatomy. It's a comfort as much as it's normal, Louis always feels like it lingers around him. They wear each other's scents on each other - bonded even its a secret for now.

"I love you, darling." Louis murmurs, kisses over Harry's mate mark, hidden under his curls.

thank you 🫶

"Not good enough." Harry raises his leg, pressing his toes into Zayn's shoulder and kicks lightly.

"How do you want it, Princess?" Zayn raises one of his dark eyebrows, catches Harry's ankle between his hands. He tugs and Harry slips down the bed a little.

"My way." Harry hooks his elbows behind him, lets his other leg open up, give Zayn a peak at the way the blue stain stretches between his legs. They've pulled his dress off already, peeled his stockings down his legs. All that is left are a part of panties and a garter around his thigh.

"Making demands already?" Louis drawls. He's over by the balcony door, letting the smoke from his cigarette trail out to the skyline.

"You want to make me happy, don't you?" Harry asks, gasping a little as Zayn leans in, his lips on Harry's calf, moving higher. "You want to please me, don't you?"

Louis pivots, watches with shameless hunger as Zayn moves over Harry. In this room, in this moment, there is nothing to fear. No walls or repercussions to remember. It's just Louis' eyes on Harry and Hary's on Louis and then Zayn's on Louis and it's all too warm and too perfect. Harry reaches his hand out and Louis is already moving towards them.

"To please you?" Louis whispers, his hand on Zayn's back, his other on Harry's jaw. "Or worship you?"

by the shore, we bloomed

Status: Complete | Mature | 64k

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Dressed in white, he’d be a vision—and Louis would buy him lace one day as well. A proper dress with a soft hem and detailing so he could know what it feels like to be a bride. The pearl on his chest gleams every so often, sitting where it should always be, beside Harry’s heart. Louis would like to find some more, twist them with wire, and make a set of earrings for him. Girls liked that, perhaps Harry would too? And then, Louis would make love to him like real men do with their wives on their wedding nights.

They give themselves three months to fix this ship and prepare to send Louis back home. During these cold, wet months, Louis teaches Harry about life across the sea. What it’s like to be human. He’s not meant to teach him about love but three months together spent hiding in their hut, sitting by the shore at night, learning the world through each other's eyes… something new blooms and maybe this sailor has given Harry another shot at life again.

Harry’s a nymph, and Louis’ a human and they hate each other—but not really.

I Can Feel It Take A Hold by louislittletomlintum

wordcount: 30k chapters: 3 (complete) rating: explicit louis + harry // strangers to lovers // call me by your name inspired

“Do you always swim in the nude?” Louis broke the silence, his smile growing when Harry felt his blush deepen. “Sometimes,” Harry answered wearily, pushing his hair back in the hopes that it would maybe not look quite as dishevelled as it felt. “Mm,” Louis hummed, cocking his head to the side like he didn’t quite believe him. Harry felt properly studied under his gaze. “And what was your plan?” “My plan?” Harry countered. The water licked at Louis’ legs, darkening his hair and wetting the back of his shorts where he was sitting. “Well. You were obviously wanting to get my attention,” Louis mused, Harry blushing further. “So what are you going to do with it now that you’ve got it?”

or the one where it’s call me by your name but with; developed frontal lobes, oranges instead of peaches, golden by harry styles, and a happy ending 🍊

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