#blfic

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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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

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.

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.

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.

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.”

or

Farmer Harry got village girl Louis pregnant without mating.

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.”

or

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.