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[darrenandaaron]

No One Does It Better by nodibs (wordcount: 59,536)

Harry's an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn't the first time they've met.

[darrenandaaron]

Nothing Else but Us Right Here by supernope (wordcount: 35,313)

Louis sighs and gives himself a mental pep talk as he smooths his jumper down over his hips. He can do this. He can resist the draw of Harry Styles, because he is a responsible, mature adult, and as much as he wants to tangle his fingers in that mess of hair and map those ridiculous tattoos with his tongue, he does not want to get his daughter’s favorite teacher fired.

[darrenandaaron]

Nonstop Earthquake Dreams Of You by lumineres (wordcount: 37,265)

And there’s heat behind it, blazing, plasmatic, like stars crashing together, like an explosion in space, like a supernova, like a black hole–everything else sucked out of existence. There’s no bed and there’s no pillow and they’re not lying down, just floating somewhere, somehow, and there’s no room and there’s no X Factor house and there’s no Niall snuffling or Liam’s deep, even breathing and there’s no wind or traffic outside and there’s no hum of the heating unit and it’s all just Louis. All encompassingly Louis. or, harry falls hard and finds louis already at the bottom

[darrenandaaron]

Nobody Shines The Way You Do by wildestdreams (wordcount: 115,351)

“We might as well just date.” Harry froze in his arms, his body stilled as he slowly lifted his head up at Louis to give him the most confused expression he’d ever worn. Louis literally wanted to fuck him into the next century. “What?” Harry asked. “Are you–.” “No,” Louis said, shaking his head before Harry could go far with that idea and trap Louis into confessing his own feelings. “I mean…like I think I have a plan?” “A plan?” Harry said slowly. “A plan other than me going to Peter’s tomorrow and groveling for hours; maybe even days?” The thought of Harry doing that made Louis’s skin burn, but he schooled his expression well and nodded swiftly. “There will be no groveling. Well, there will be, but not on your end.” or Louis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan.

[darrenandaaron]

Next to your Heartbeat (Where I Should Be) by jaded25 (wordcount: 130,821)

“We were meant to be but a twist of fate made it so we had to walk away”

All it takes for them to fall in love is one night. All they have to do is wait one year to see each other again.

Yet, when Louis returns after his year abroad, the boy who’s got his arms wrapped around Harry isn’t him. It isn’t a stranger either, which should make walking away all that easier. After all, friend’s don’t lust after their mate’s boyfriends.

Technically, doing the right thing should be easy - but when has Louis ever been known to taking the easy way out?

[lncw-blog]

Caskets Here After

A tisket, a basket,

an old man in a casket.

He never found anyone who would recipricate his love.

Now he's burried, and the ground fits him like a glove.

You couldn't imagine the horrors he had been in,

the times he took a fall for someone elses sin.

No one ever grasped it,

though he had never masked it.

Alone all his life with his vampire blood,

Before he died the sadness hit him like a flood.

But thanks to Constantine, life doesn't end with our death,

thoughts of horrors ahead as he took his last breath.

Life! Passed it! Death smashed it!

Poor old man in a casket.

He never found the girl who would change his lonely life,

not one of them seemed fit to be a loving wife.