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Be My Mistake by lanallite

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Louis swears he’s done with Harry Styles. He’s said it before—after the screaming fights, the slammed doors, the texts he knows he shouldn’t answer but always does. It’s just sex, he tells himself. It doesn’t mean anything. But with Harry, it always means something. Getting over him was never going to be easy, not after nearly two great years together, a breakup that was loud and messy, and a crater left in the middle of their friend group. And definitely not when Harry still looks at him like he still belongs to him. Louis tells his friends it’s over, that it’s just drunken mistakes, that it’s not like that anymore. But Niall, Zayn, and Liam see right through him, because they know that with Harry, it’s always more than that. They tell him to walk away. Louis knows they’re right. But that doesn’t stop him from going back. or; inspired by ‘bad idea right?’ by Olivia Rodrigo, Louis and Harry are exes who always seem to end up in bed with each other.

Prompt 15 || Written for @bottomlouisficfest

Mismatch in the Making by lanallite

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Harry Styles is the campus matchmaker. A psychology major, star swimmer, and a social butterfly, he’s set up countless couples—and he’s never once failed. Despite his beliefs that he would finally find the one in college, Louis has never dated before. But after seeing his best friend find their match through none other than Harry Styles, Louis gets an idea. Who better to find him a boyfriend than the campus matchmaker himself? But as one terrible date turns into another, Louis starts to wonder why Harry’s perfect track record seems to suddenly be slipping. And why, no matter how badly the night goes, Louis always finds himself looking forward to the part where he gets to tell Harry all about it. or; Louis asks Harry to find him a boyfriend, only to realize that the perfect match might have been right in front of him all along.

Kiss Him You Fool by lanallite

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As teenagers, Harry, Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Niall spent every summer at Harry’s family beach house in Cornwall—a week of sand, salt, inside jokes, and a closeness Harry never took for granted. Especially not with Louis. Harry’s feelings for him were always quiet, tucked between laughter and late-night swims, going unnoticed. He never dared to say anything, too scared to risk what they had. But the summer before university, just when Harry thought he might finally be brave enough, Louis announced he was moving to America for school. Just like that, the week ended, and whatever chance Harry had slipped away. Ten years later, they’ve all drifted—grown up, grown apart. When Harry learns the beach house is being sold, he invites the boys back for one final summer. One last chance to relive the past. And maybe, just maybe, one last chance for Harry to finally tell Louis the truth. or; ten years after their last summer together, Harry brings the boys back to the beach house where it all began, determined not to waste his second chance with Louis.

These Telltale Tickings by lanallite

Explicit ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ 8/8 chapters ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ 143.9k words ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ Complete

Louis Tomlinson was never meant to be a viscount. His name, his title, his legacy—none of it is truly his. But the Ton does not know that. Not yet. For years, he has kept his distance, doing his duties from his family’s estate in the countryside, far from prying eyes and sharper tongues. But with his eldest sister’s debut, his return to London is inevitable. He has a goal in mind: secure a match for Lottie, ensure his family’s future, and leave before anyone can uncover the truth. Duke Harry Styles has never been one for polite society. A rake with little interest in marriage or mindless gossip, he prefers to keep others at arm’s length. But there is something about Viscount Tomlinson—his guarded words, his careful steps, the undeniable sense that he is hiding something—that Harry cannot ignore. The longer Louis stays, the closer the truth comes to the surface. And the closer Harry gets, the harder it is to remember why he was meant to leave in the first place. or; a Bridgerton inspired fic where Louis is a viscount with a secret and Harry is a duke who won’t stop until he knows what it is.

These Telltale Tickings by lanallite

Explicit ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ 5/8 chapters ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ 86.8k words ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ Incomplete

Louis Tomlinson was never meant to be a viscount. His name, his title, his legacy—none of it is truly his. But the Ton does not know that. Not yet. For years, he has kept his distance, doing his duties from his family’s estate in the countryside, far from prying eyes and sharper tongues. But with his eldest sister’s debut, his return to London is inevitable. He has a goal in mind: secure a match for Lottie, ensure his family’s future, and leave before anyone can uncover the truth. Duke Harry Styles has never been one for polite society. A rake with little interest in marriage or mindless gossip, he prefers to keep others at arm’s length. But there is something about Viscount Tomlinson—his guarded words, his careful steps, the undeniable sense that he is hiding something—that Harry cannot ignore. The longer Louis stays, the closer the truth comes to the surface. And the closer Harry gets, the harder it is to remember why he was meant to leave in the first place. or; a Bridgerton inspired fic where Louis is a viscount with a secret and Harry is a duke who won’t stop until he knows what it is.

— read chapter five on ao3 !!

Excerpt:

“You can’t ask me for this,” Louis says finally, his voice hoarse. “You can’t ask me to give up everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve sacrificed, for something that might not even last. I can’t—” He cuts himself off, feeling the weight of his own words suffocating him.

Harry’s eyes soften, the frustration replaced with something else—understanding, maybe even a hint of sadness. “I’m not asking you to give up anything, Louis. I’m asking you to let me in, to let this be something real. You deserve more than just carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. And I promise you, I won’t be a distraction. I want to be a part of your life, in whatever way you can allow me to be.”

Louis takes a deep breath, his fists unclenching. The air feels heavy between them, thick with unspoken words and possibilities neither of them has dared to fully acknowledge. He knows that this conversation, whatever it might become, is one he’s been avoiding for far too long.

Finally, he meets Harry’s gaze. “I don’t know what this is.”

These Telltale Tickings by lanallite

Explicit ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ 6/8 chapters ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ 105.8k words ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ Incomplete

Louis Tomlinson was never meant to be a viscount. His name, his title, his legacy—none of it is truly his. But the Ton does not know that. Not yet. For years, he has kept his distance, doing his duties from his family’s estate in the countryside, far from prying eyes and sharper tongues. But with his eldest sister’s debut, his return to London is inevitable. He has a goal in mind: secure a match for Lottie, ensure his family’s future, and leave before anyone can uncover the truth. Duke Harry Styles has never been one for polite society. A rake with little interest in marriage or mindless gossip, he prefers to keep others at arm’s length. But there is something about Viscount Tomlinson—his guarded words, his careful steps, the undeniable sense that he is hiding something—that Harry cannot ignore. The longer Louis stays, the closer the truth comes to the surface. And the closer Harry gets, the harder it is to remember why he was meant to leave in the first place. or; a Bridgerton inspired fic where Louis is a viscount with a secret and Harry is a duke who won’t stop until he knows what it is.

— read chapter six on ao3 !!

Excerpt:

Louis shivers. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For…” He pauses, his thin lips pressed together. “For being so secretive.”

Harry’s brows furrow, frowning at the words, before it dawns on him. The secrets, the twitches; everything that plagued him at the beginning of the season. All of that feels like an afterthought now, with Louis in his arms, but it seems like it still haunts Louis. 

Harry opens his mouth, ready to say that it all does not matter, but Louis speaks before he can get a word out.

These Telltale Tickings by lanallite

Explicit ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ 7/8 chapters ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ 124.9k words ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ Incomplete

Louis Tomlinson was never meant to be a viscount. His name, his title, his legacy—none of it is truly his. But the Ton does not know that. Not yet. For years, he has kept his distance, doing his duties from his family’s estate in the countryside, far from prying eyes and sharper tongues. But with his eldest sister’s debut, his return to London is inevitable. He has a goal in mind: secure a match for Lottie, ensure his family’s future, and leave before anyone can uncover the truth. Duke Harry Styles has never been one for polite society. A rake with little interest in marriage or mindless gossip, he prefers to keep others at arm’s length. But there is something about Viscount Tomlinson—his guarded words, his careful steps, the undeniable sense that he is hiding something—that Harry cannot ignore. The longer Louis stays, the closer the truth comes to the surface. And the closer Harry gets, the harder it is to remember why he was meant to leave in the first place. or; a Bridgerton inspired fic where Louis is a viscount with a secret and Harry is a duke who won’t stop until he knows what it is.

These Telltale Tickings by lanallite

Explicit ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ 2/8 chapters ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ 31.6k words ⋆ ⏱︎ ⋆ Incomplete

Louis Tomlinson was never meant to be a viscount. His name, his title, his legacy—none of it is truly his. But the Ton does not know that. Not yet. For years, he has kept his distance, doing his duties from his family’s estate in the countryside, far from prying eyes and sharper tongues. But with his eldest sister’s debut, his return to London is inevitable. He has a goal in mind: secure a match for Lottie, ensure his family’s future, and leave before anyone can uncover the truth. Duke Harry Styles has never been one for polite society. A rake with little interest in marriage or mindless gossip, he prefers to keep others at arm’s length. But there is something about Viscount Tomlinson—his guarded words, his careful steps, the undeniable sense that he is hiding something—that Harry cannot ignore. The longer Louis stays, the closer the truth comes to the surface. And the closer Harry gets, the harder it is to remember why he was meant to leave in the first place. or; a Bridgerton inspired fic where Louis is a viscount with a secret and Harry is a duke who won’t stop until he knows what it is.

— read chapter two on ao3 !!

Excerpt:

Louis bites his lip, frustration rising in his face. “I’m not here to amuse you, Styles. You’ve worn out your welcome. If you think you can break through whatever wall you think I’ve built, you’ll find it’s a waste of your time.”

Harry’s eyes narrow, his grin never faltering. “Walls can be broken, Tomlinson. It just takes the right push.” He takes another step back, eyes still glinting with mischief as his gaze settles on Louis’ crotch and the curve of his arse. “And trust me, I know how to find the cracks.”

Louis’ breath hitches at the innuendo. He already knows that his face is an embarrassing shade of red and it takes every effort in his body not to give the duke’s body the same look-over that he gave his. He sticks his hand in his pocket, letting the constant ticking of his watch ground him.

The duke notices the gesture, his green eyes flitting to Louis’ hands, but says nothing. “I will see you at the Showcase,” Harry says at last.

“I will be avoiding your every move,” Louis counters.

Harry just smiles, his dimples showing fully. “I enjoy this game we have, Tomlinson. Though you fool yourself into thinking I’ll let you off that easily.”

Louis narrows his eyes, his jaw tight. “Fine,” he mutters, turning to leave the room, knowing that Harry is most likely looking at his arse. “But don’t think for a second that you’ve won anything.”