Lou

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So, me siento deprimida otra vez. Siempre estoy mal. I’m so fucking unhappy all the time. Ya ni sé qué hacer

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I’m baaaaccckkkk. Sorry I’ve been a little M.I.A. I’ve been going through some stuff, but alas, I’m back with more bl fanfictions :) ——————————————————————————————————— Summary:

“Welcome to Dough Re Mi, may I take your order?”

Harry snorts, lips curling in a half-scoff. Who the hell calls a bakery Dough Re Mi? What, did they pull the name out of their asses?

“I’ll just take a scone with cream and jam. Black coffee. Large.” He doesn’t bother looking up from his phone, his thumb flicking aimlessly through his emails.

Or:

5 times Harry calls Louis omega, and the one time he calls him my omega.

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Back at it again con la depreción

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Summary:

“I meant… I dunno. If you don’t want to have sex until you’ve found your Alpha or whatever, maybe you should… experience it differently? Like on the phone, or online, or something. Then you’re not losing your virginity or anything but you can still… see what it's like a bit?”

Louis furrowed his brow, pausing the spoon halfway between the bowl and his mouth.

“I know what sex is like, Liam. I’ve watched porn,” Louis responded petulantly.

or the one where louis falls in love with the alpha at the other end of the phone line

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Que fucking depresión puñeta

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La depreción que tengo es tan grande, que a veces prefiero desaparecer y nunca volver. I’m so fucking tired of everything and everyone. I’m unhappy and even surrounded by people, me siento sola. Le hablo a Dios y no lo siento. No lo escucho, y siento que no me está escuchando a mi. No puedo potear esto en ninguna parte excepto aquí, porque aquí es donde nadie me conoce. No puedo en Facebook o Twitter, instagram, etc. bo busco pena de nadie, solo lo escribo para desahogarme porque no tengo conoce quién hablar. Me siento sola, perdida, sin fe, lejos de Dios, deprimida. Le hablo a mi novio y no lo hago bien o siento que no me está escuchando. Siento que estoy destruyendo la única relación buena que tengo y I can’t stop it. It’s like I want it to happen. Even though I would hate if he leaves me. Hablé con un psicólogo, pero esp no ayudó. Me encabronan mis padres y a veces hasta los odio. Son unos cabrones. Siempre quiero llorar y no puedo. O cuando por fin logro llorar, siento que no es suficiente. Estoy estresada todo el tiempo. Sabes, me fui de crucero con mi novio y par de amistades por una semana entera, y como quiera peleamos. I’m fucking tired of my life. Prefiero a veces terminarla. No se qué hacer.

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I don’t know where I can post things anymore, but I just really need to vent. So, esto no es para que me cojan pena ni nada, es que necesito desahogarme. I feel so fucking depressed all the time. I feel unhappy. And I just genuinely don’t know what to do anymore. I argue all the time with my boyfriend. To the point where I just don’t even want to be home anymore. I’m literally at a parking lot right now cause I don’t want to be home. Everything sets me off. Me molesto por todo. Especialmente con el. I’m fucking angry at my parents, especially my mom. Literally, fuck my mom. I feel so much resentment towards her. I don’t even call her. I have to literally convince myself to call her. Hasta hay veces que quiero desaparecer. Like, por siempre. I don’t want to be here. I miss my home. Not fucking Florida. Puerto Rico. I never wanted to leave and I miss it so much. I haven’t been back since 2019 and that shit has me depressed as well. I don’t know who to talk to anymore. I’ve gone to therapists, it doesn’t help. It’s like I have so much pain that I just repeat myself over and over, and I start feeling like I’m wasting their time. I want to cry all the time but I can’t seem to cry. When I left the house, I tried looking for a beach, and of course I moved to an area where the beach is really far. Cause every other fucking place is expensive. And I know I need to be closer to God, but I don’t know how to get close to him. It’s like I can’t get close to him. I feel like a hypocrite whenever I talk to him cause I barely talk to him and I don’t want him to feel like I’m using him. And I know that “he doesn’t feel used,” but I don’t want to do that to him because I know he deserves so much better than that. I feel so alone and I don’t know what to do anymore

[sweethazandlou]

Harry leads a search and rescue team who specialise in capturing feral alphas and omegas and returning them to the Feral Recovery Centre so they can be rehabilitated back to their normal lives. The case of feral omega Louis Tomlinson sparks a fight for dominance between Harry's instinctual inner wolf and his rational human mind, the outcome of which flips his life upside down forever.

OR

Louis is feral. Harry fucks up.

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Written for prompt 6 of the 1DAngstFest 2025: Louis is a rogue on the run from his birth pack, who want to kill him because he's a male omega. He ends up in the Styles pack's territory, trying to get away from his hunters. But it's too late--the alphas surround the exhausted omega and attack him. The last thing he sees, before he passes out, is a huge black wolf with green eyes.

What a sight to die to.

A story about prejudice, prophecies, and rejection. Also a story about kindness, resilience and soulmates.

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“Hi Harry,” he greets shyly. “Sorry, let me step aside, you can -,” Louis gestures around him, his feet accidentally kicking against the box. “I didn’t realize the delivery person would just drop it here and not at my door.”

Harry hums, but doesn’t move around him. “Is it heavy? I can help you carry it.”

Louis starts shaking his head before Harry even finishes his sentence. “No, that’s kind, but no. I can do it.” Because, well, Harry has a bit of a reputation as being the building’s curmudgeon. He’s been known to complain about loud music, and even snapping at some of the younger residents, let alone the few times that Louis has had the experience of running into him in the mailroom and when taking the trash down. Honestly, Louis doesn’t have the emotional wherewithal to handle him right now.

Harry doesn’t quite meet his eyes when he turns to look at Louis. But, Louis notices his jaw tick and his eyes close briefly before saying: “I think I should help.”

And, well, okay.

Or: Louis has touch depri and Harry is the alpha neighbor that offers to help.

[emacitaas]

Shadamy x Book of Life AU? Perchance? 🫣

[sweethazandlou]

A little different from what I usually post but uggh I love this.

[blouisparadise]

Is there any Beauty and the beast au with lou as beauty

Elysian

[tbgkaru]

hello one piece fam may I be one of you, I bear grumpy beefcake contributions

[stylinarts]

cunty husbands by me

[bottomlouisficfest]

til’ the darkness softly clears

Author: reliablyimperfect/@mmm_kat Pairing: Louis/Harry Word Count: 45k Rating: Explicit Summary: Something thuds nearby, and Callie sits up in bed, eyes still fuzzy from sleep. She yawns and rubs her eyes, looking around the room for the source of the noise. When she doesn’t see anything, she huffs quietly. Sliding to the floor, her feet take her towards the door. At the doorway, something disturbs the silence again: the distant sound of footsteps. Callie holds her breath and creeps out of the room. On the landing, she stands on her toes to peer over the railing. She can see the front door, and, outside, through the windows on either side of the door, she sees a shadow pass by.

It walks one way, then disappears from sight for a second before it turns and walks back in front of the door. Callie’s eyes widen, and she backs up from view when the figure pauses its pacing directly in front of a window. Slowly, it turns, and it seems to stare right through the window, directly at her.

Written for the @bottomlouisficfest​ ✨

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“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.