What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. THIS IS NOT MY STORY. ALL CREDITS TO dolce_piccante ON AO3!!!!

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CEO Louis William Tomlinson craves one thing in life: control. When his eyes stare into the emerald eyes of his assistant Harry Edward Styles he loses all control he has worked so hard to gain. Will Louis be able to control his want for Harry? And will Harry let Louis take control in their relationship? Warnings: BDSM and different kinks mentioned Mature and sometimes rough language

Louis is a regular at the small café Coffee Crave, and he starts to take interest in a new customer. It might be the emerald eyes that dart around the tiny shop nervously, or the way that his cherry lips are pulled into a frown most of the time, but Louis instantly wants to help the boy. It doesn't help that there are pink scars lining the boy's wrist. He feels the urge to hold him and whisper sweet nothings into the boy's ear. To kiss him until he is dizzy off of love. He should miss his recent ex Eleanor; but all he can think about is the curly haired boy and the way it would feel to have him in his arms.

The Aimbot was the freshest villain in sight, the perfect assassin: a patient, ruthlessly efficient killer who shows neither emotion nor remorse. It is a shock to Louis, as it is to everyone, when he discovers that The Aimbot is none other than his past lover, Harry Styles, who is presumed dead. What happens when Louis is supposed to stop him and get rid of him?

"I must say, my prince, there is something divine about royal knots. You put everyone else to shame." "Oh, my pretty precious, your words wound me," Louis pulled the omega closer to his chest, his words mocking against Harry's ears. He kissed Harry's long neck, fingers tangling in his curls before Louis pulled on the locks, tilting the young omega's head as he whispered, "why must you mention those who aren't here and corrupt the moment? You are mine for the night, my precious, and for every remaining night of the summer. I shall take you as I wish and you will accept every second of it." Louis' eyes darkened, pulling his hair tighter as the omega whimpered in pain, "y-yes, alpha." Or Where Louis is the future heir of Maneria, the alpha prince of the four kingdoms, but none of it is anything he has ever asked for. Jostled into duties and roles he must fit into, he finds himself involved with the youngest son of his father's truest companion. A name that is a sin in itself as it rolls off of Louis' tongue in the dark of the night while they hide under the folds of the sheets.

A story in which a hybrid named Louis just loves to be Daddy's boy. {Warning: sexual content, language, top!Harry, mentions of mpreg, few moments of self-harm, and Cute Louis Tomlinson}

• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit

Harry and Louis are growing up as brothers since Harry was five when Louis' parents adopt him. They always had a special bond and when there is one thing Louis cares for, then it is his younger brother. He always tries to keep him from bad influences, the mean kids at school and the cruel world. One thing he can't keep him from is puberty, being curious about his own body and exploring his sexuality. And Louis tried, he tried so hard to keep him from all of this, but he realises soon enough that there's no way out of it. Without knowing what he actually causes with that, he helps him wherever he can- just as always. Nothing wrong with that, right? Wrong. What if it gets harder and harder for him to keep his desire and deep feelings- that go far beyond brotherly love- hidden under the surface until he gets to a point where he can't fight against it anymore?

What begins with a few likes on Instagram, turns into a perfect love story.