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If we could look at each other again, I wouldn't lose count of the tiny specks in your eye color. But now that there's no light… the sense of your unknown presence in the heavy basement air pulls anger and hatred from the very depths of this place into my being.
And now, our existences blend once more, only to bring forth a sacrifice. I watch you from the shadows of the basement!OR
Psychology/Psychotic AU:
In a city where Louis is known as the brilliant psychologist. the man whose gentle touch has soothed countless restless souls, people believe the calm in his presence is almost magical. But that’s exactly what Louis wants them to see. Those emotionless eyes, the smileless lips, the indifference he hides behind the mask of a compassionate doctor… they all help him build a flawless image of himself. But what happens when Harry touches the one weak spot in that perfect facade, when he sparks Louis’ selfishness into something dangerous?
And then, Harry ends up locked in the man’s basement; a place where not even a particle of sunlight dares to enter.
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I long to share with you the essence of this love Დ by loubunny
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
22 Sep 2025
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"I can't believe the different scent I smelled on you was our pup," she murmured, her voice a little raspy, her lips still pressed against his skin.
Louis blinked at her, half-dazed and blushing. "I know. Without realizing it, you sensed them before I did."
Hazel smirked, the palms of her hands sliding up Louis's thighs, her thumbs brushing just below the curve of his hips. "My alpha knew before I did: you were already mine in a new way."
He moaned softly, hips twitching under her touch.
“I love even more how you smell now,” she whispered, leaning in to press her nose against his throat, inhaling deeply. “Like warmth.”₊˚ෆ⊹₊ ⋆
Prompt #86: Alpha female Harry with his omega male Louis finding out his pregnant.
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“Niall, who’s that?” Her hands vaguely flapping around to get her best friend to look at the field whilst her eyes were firmly following, like a hawk on its prey, to one particular player.
“Which one?”
Harry breathed in deeply, “Short hair, strong thighs, and is wiping her face—fuck,” she cursed breathlessly, mouth watering, gaping wide open at the same time.
Niall cackled, amused.
— Who knew a day out at a footie match would lead to Harry meeting the woman of her dreams and deepest desires.
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There is a hotel in London where beautiful young men and women are kept like birds in a gilded cage, prisoners bound to satisfy your deepest darkest desires....
After being kidnapped as a teenager, Harry Styles was forced into high-class prostitution by the evil Mr Cowell. Louis Tomlinson is heir to his father's corporation, set to inherit millions...But engaged to a woman he doesn't love and deeply unhappy. When they meet at a party sparks fly and they embark on a passionate and dangerous relationship...But can it ever be true love when one of you is being paid? And can Louis ever rescue Harry from The Bird Cage Hotel?
Warning-This story is about prostitution so there will be a LOT of sex. I do not own One Direction etc etc. I do ship Larry but I don't care if it's real or not, I just like reading and writing the fanfic.
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Louis is a 30 year old multi-billionaire with a very dark past. He is violent and is a sadist with a taste for pain.
Harry Styles is a 19 year old student who sets out to London after being kicked out by his homophobic father to follow his dreams. He wants to go to the best University to study but he needs a lot of money so he starts to work as a part time stripper at a gay club to support his studies and his life.
The club he works at, Garland's, is part owned by Louis Tomlinson. When they meet, its life changing for the both of them. -
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Even as an unbonded omega with a four year old, Harry had everything he needed. His beautiful son, a nice apartment, money to pay the bills -- oh, and an alpha next door always willing to knot his brains out.

