#indierection

Hi, anon! You're welcome! Here are some fics that fit what you're looking for!

The Prince and the Thief by @jaerie

Harry is an omega prince locked in a tower and Louis is the thief sent to kidnap him. Nothing turns out as planned.

Meet me in Stockholm by indierection

It's not that Louis is a criminal, not really. He just likes to have fun, easy money, adrenaline... and somehow these interests happen to be described as crimes. But one thing is some vandalism and spray paint dirty walls. Another one is to... well, kidnap the son of one of France's diplomats. In his defence, the bloke is actually just the stepson of the ambassador and he didn't notice the special license plate, nor Zayn – things were rushed, unplanned and an absolute mess, being quite honest. Besides, why would someone of Harry's importance drive out and about around London without a security guard, that's just plain stupidity.

Or that one where Zayn and Louis accidentally kidnap Harry and he happen to develop Stockholm Syndrome and a bondage kink.

Being Held By You by IceQueenRia

Summary: Teenager Harry Styles is simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Witness to a fight between rivalling groups of some kind (the Montague’s and Capulet’s, the mafia, local street gangs, organised crime, Harry doesn’t know) a disturbed Harry is assaulted with the sight of a few dead bodies and as blue eyes turn to him, he desperately tries to run.

Happy Christmas! (These are fairly dark fics in nature with kidnapping involved, but I assume that's what you're looking for.) But here are some that hopefully fit what you're looking for!

Alaska by BeyondxLawliet

“Let’s go out to my car, yeah?” he heard Harry say, Louis looking up at him. The ground was moving underneath his feet, or maybe it was just him. He raised his hand to push him away because no, this wasn’t happening, but he felt too weak. The hand was only falling down to his side again. Harry? No, he was too nice. Maybe he was taking him home?

“Are you taking me home?” he whispered with a slur, his eyes fluttering closed as he stumbled into Harry. He could hear his heartbeat. It was beating quickly.

“Yes,” Harry whispered back, taking his coat and put it over Louis’ shoulders through his blurred vision. He had no idea what was even going on. Where they even in the café still? It sounded like he was underwater, colors jumping around before him. “I’m taking you home, love.”

Meet me in Stockholm by indierection 

It's not that Louis is a criminal, not really. He just likes to have fun, easy money, adrenaline... and somehow these interests happen to be described as crimes. But one thing is some vandalism and spray paint dirty walls. Another one is to... well, kidnap the son of one of France's diplomats. In his defence, the bloke is actually just the stepson of the ambassador and he didn't notice the special license plate, nor Zayn – things were rushed, unplanned and an absolute mess, being quite honest. Besides, why would someone of Harry's importance drive out and about around London without a security guard, that's just plain stupidity.

Or that one where Zayn and Louis accidentally kidnap Harry and he happen to develop Stockholm Syndrome and a bondage kink.

Wrapped (series) by Anonymous

Witches are territorial and innately selfish. They do not like to live with other witches, or often even form intimate relationships with them. A witch will take a familiar or even a human as a partner long before they take another witch.

Louis is just as territorial and selfish as any other witch. Taking a partner has never interested him in the past, with the exception of one night stands with humans met in dark clubs late into the night. Tonight, however, he feels something different. Something in him is tugging at his senses, telling him that this human before him needs to be his.

@rinharry you are loved, even if it appears your tumblr has been deactivated.  i hope you see this!  they write as rippedgloves on ao3 and here is where you can find bigger than life.

tmh was running in the evenings, the furthest i’ve ever run, until i’ve got to my ideal bmi. it was getting on a plane to europe and waking up on the other side of the atlantic. it was queuing to watch them in the cold and in a flamingos jumper, smoking roll up cigarettes, having countless pints before the concert and singing myself voiceless. 

mm was having a break from tumblr because i couldn’t bear seeing louis fading before my eyes. it was illegally downloading it in a hostel in rome, bus trips to florence and witnessing the first snow fall in prague whilst walking to the airport at midnight.