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Shoot. Not me.

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Lunar Waltz by Outropeace (E, 56K)

For 1D A/B/O Fic Fest

“You want me to seduce an alpha,” Louis hissed.

“I want you to marry an alpha. It’s the only way I could ever get back on my feet. You didn’t think a few dances at a ball would do anything to Alastair’s reputation or mine...”

“And what if Alastair comes back? Have you thought about him in all of this? You’re going to marry him to an alpha he doesn’t even know!”

“Oh he does know him, in fact... he’d be ecstatic to know he got to marry him.”

Louis’ blood ran cold, already suspecting who was the alpha the earl was talking about.

“Who is he?” he asked anyways, hating how fragile and almost scared his voice sounded.

“Lord Harry Styles.”

Louis' stomach dropped, the words came smelling like danger, sending a bolt of fear down his spine, the Earl wanted Louis to seduce The Duke of Death.

you don't get it. by littlehazandlou | nr | 3217 "About... this?" Niall asks, falling into the chair next to Harry to also watch them, gesturing between Harry and the two across the room. "I don't know what you're talking about." Harry mumbles and sniffs petulantly, making Niall laugh from beside him. "Please, Harry, I'm a beta and even I can practically smell the jealousy rolling off of you." Or, the one where Louis is spending a little too much time with the newest member of their crew, and Harry is most definitely not happy about it.

Always running after you,like a lost dog. by ace23 | T | 4400 Harry is an alpha, meets omega Louis in a club. Right away he feels a wild desire for him, and after he gets him is left wanting more. Louis never stays though, and Harry is slowly but surely falling for him.

one day by sarcasticfluentry | E | 9923 Louis giggles at him. “Hazza, I’m not even up the spout yet, love.” “Yeah, but…” Harry trails off, pinning Louis with his intense stare, and Louis locks eyes with him and feels a hot wave of anticipation wash over him because the implication is obvious: tomorrow you will be. ... or, Louis goes off of his suppressants and Harry goes into rut.

tennis court by outropeace | E | 18285 Nearly every single Monday, a new wave of gossip about Styles appeared in Louis’ office, like a dysfunctional and very thirsty clockwork. Because nearly every single Monday, a new omega freshly out of their heat had to tell how fantastic their weekend with the alpha was. And all thanks to Louis' office mating cycle system, which consisted of a database of employees who needed partners for their heat/ruts. It was a practical and very useful system; employees checked the people in it and had to pick three of them from the list of candidates to spend their cycles with—just in case one of the three was unavailable for those days, they still had at least two options secured. His first year working there, Louis made the huge mistake of putting Styles as one of his options. Styles, of course, never made himself available for him, not even once. Or Louis and Harry are co-workers and Louis is sure Harry hates him because he always refuses to help him with his heats.

Take Me Down Slow (Don't Let Me Go) by jacaranda_bloom | E | 26859 Louis has always felt different. Not necessarily on the outer realm of societal norms, but pretty damn close to the edge. As an Omega, he’s supposed to want certain things; to want to raise a family, to want to build a life with a partner, and to want that partner to be an Alpha. Well, two out of three ain’t bad. OR the one where Louis wants to find the right kind of partner to love, Niall hates snowboarding, Liam wants to settle down, Harry is really good with his hands, and mother nature could be the thing that changes everything.

Marks On My Baby by thinlines | E | 31628 “What’s that?” Harry hadn’t meant for his voice to sound so sharp and even he winced at his own outburst. It was more of a hiss than an actual question, but for now, he was too surprised to care. “What’s what?” The omega asked, eyebrows raised and lips pinched. Harry knew he was probably mad at him for interrupting his rant, but the alpha was too on edge to bother pleasing the boy. “On your neck… Your bondmark spot…” His voice had grown low and deep, almost a growl. Who knew a single love bite on his omega friend's neck would trigger Harry this much? Certainly not the alpha himself.