A sign of protest | G | 1759 Louis has a mind numbing job but it's okay because there's a protest outside and he grows attached to a cute boy with funny signs
my song has not been sung by suspendrs | nr | 2136 The boy looks completely in his element, wrapped in a rainbow flag with pink paint smeared across his face. He’s jumping and twirling through the street, tossing handfuls of glitter on bystanders, screaming his heart out and clearly loving every second of it. He’s everything Harry was hoping to capture on film. Or, Harry is watching a protest from the sidelines until a boy with a rainbow flag and a pretty smile drags him right into the middle of it.
A Little Bit Like Fate by Galaxie | T | 7744 “So,” Harry starts. “Since I heard you and your friend are not getting married, uhm... Would it be appropriate to ask you to stay for the kiss-in?” “Really?” Louis says, light and playful. “And who would I be kissing?” He looks up and offers a sweet smile, perfectly innocent. “Oh, I don’t know.” Harry is playing along, keeping his tone airy, but he takes a step forward and smirks. “With those cheekbones, I think you could kiss whoever you wanted.” Or: Louis stumbles upon a kiss-in protest for LGBTQ rights, and he meets Harry. They click. It feels a little bit like fate.
Let The Boys All Sing And The Boys All Shout For Tomorrow | M | 18429 And the public gets what the public wants But I want nothing this society's got I'm going underground (going underground) Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) - Going Underground, The Jam It's February 1988. Thatcher is in power. There's a new drug sweeping through the clubbing scene. In Manchester, it's the eve of a major protest and a new musical movement. And when Nick finds Harry looking lost outside his favourite chip shop, it's the start of a weekend that will leave an indelible mark on both their lives.
Bleeding Love by momentofclarity | E | 27191 “I’m Harry,” Styles says like Louis didn’t know and she gestures for Louis to have a seat. “You want anything?” Louis is still considering running. This is absurd. Styles should be shooting daggers at Louis through her eyes, but she’s not. She’s looking at Louis like she’s a riddle waiting to be solved. Louis is an animal rights activist who throws red paint at fur coat wearing it-girl Harry Styles. Then there's a crack in the surface and something new starts bleeding through.
No Love Like Your Love by Rearviewdreamer | M | 43392 When it comes to saving the world from itself and convincing rich CEOs of environmentally harmful companies to go green, there's nobody better than Harry Styles. That is, until Louis Tomlinson, his ex and former Alpha, is involved.
A Taste of Desire by casuallyhl | E | 104414 “As forward as I have been with you this evening, I am also aware this dinner party isn’t the place to conduct business.” Mr. Tomlinson chuckles quietly to himself, shooting a subtle glance across the table towards their hostess. “And besides, I am sure our hostess would be horribly disappointed to learn that we went away this evening with a business agreement and not a mating one.” Harry, who had been sipping his wine, coughs harshly at this. He splutters, unaccustomed to such blatant statements about mating. Mr. Tomlinson continues to laugh quietly, clearly pleased at Harry’s reaction. “Mrs. Humphreys promised that there was an alpha attending the dinner tonight that I would certainly get on well with,” Mr. Tomlinson continues, voice teasing. “She assured me that we would have much in common since we both work with mills.” Mr. Tomlinson glances at Harry, eyes flashing with mirth. “Little did she know that would be where our mutual interests began and ended.” Or, a Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.
All the Days We Didn’t Get by keepstylinson | E | 143259 Louis lives in 1920. Harry doesn't. When a grieving man steps into an inherited house and wakes up a hundred years earlier, everything feels like a dream — except for the man he meets. There is love. There is war. There are names being erased and others remembered too well. They were never supposed to have this time. But for a while, they do. Historical Context Note: This story is set in the 1920s and explores themes such as resistance, political danger, social repression, and historical loss. While fictional, it includes emotional and political situations inspired by real-world tensions of that era.
In Your Eyes, I'm Alive by sunflouwerhabit, therogueskimo | E | 192554 “You are our saving grace.” Louis is in hiding - from his past, from loss, from the powers that stole everything from him. For 3 years, he’s abided by rules he drafted the night he fled his homeland of Braris: 1) Trust no one. 2) Any magic, including manifestations of his own visions, is off limits. 3) Keep to himself unless strictly necessary - getting attached would only end in disaster. His new life in Milan, Ohio is lonely, but it’s safe, and that’s exactly what Louis needs. Lonely is better than broken, and as the years pass, he resigns himself to an impending century of isolation. Enter Harry, a kind, funny, beautiful mortal who turns Louis’ existence upside down. He has a penchant for breaking every one of Louis’ carefully curated rules just by being himself. While Louis’ walls slowly crumble, the life he is building with Harry is threatened by both the whispers of the future and the hauntings of his past. When he is pulled back into The Monarchy’s eternal, tyrannical rule, Louis must ask himself 1 question: is it better to fight for his own freedom or for the freedom of the people he left behind? The runaway Seer might just be Braris’ saving grace after all.
