❝it's a garden that grows in my heart and my head, except most of the flowers are already dead. and though i accept that loving takes time, i thought you should know that i'm yours and you're mine.❞ (or: harry is a psychic with absolutely no filter, and when he meets louis for the first time, he casually informs him that they're going to fall madly in love with each other) [January 2021-December 2021] word count: ~70,000 words trigger warnings: minor violence, harassment

It's 1967 and Harry is tired of being that little religious boy who everyone makes fun of. Tired of God pretending not to hear him, he decides to take other reins in secret; How bad could it go if he turned to the Devil? How fast would he answer him? It was time to save the Bible and turn the red candles on. Where Harry is a very sweet teenager who is tired of the way he's living and decides to realise a ritual to invoke the king of hell. Louis is the dumb devil who falls in love. THIS IS A TRANSLATION APPROVED BY THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR

[Complete] It was the summer of 1984 when Harry inherited his grandfather's estate and wealth. San Gimignano was a Tuscan village in Italy where he decided to move for final. That was it, that was where he would love, marry and live. His professor from college had retired in the village and lived with his family, so it was only natural that he bought a house next to his. Never in the world had he imagined that his professor would have fathered the most beautiful boy; a nineteen year old lad with the knowledge of everything. The boy never failed to get on his nerves with his snarky comments and sun-kissed skin. It was impossible to resist his growing affection. - Inspired by: Call Me By Your Name (Novel and Movie) - [Do not Copy, Translate, and/or Publish elsewhere.] [No reproduction of work allowed.]

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

Charlesden is home of everything boring, where nothing exciting ever happens. Harry dreams of being more than a small-town boy and craves for more, and then in walks a mysterious Louis Tomlinson to turn his life upside-down. Here's to a seventies romance, so much confusion, and some good goddamn music.

••complete 2014•• harry is a singer and louis is a sassy barista

Harry, Edward, and Marcel don't want an Omega. Or so they thought. Louis doesn't want an Alpha. Or so he thought. They meet, fate does its job, and minds change. There might have been some smut and a whole lot of fluff(angst). (This story was originally posted on AO3)

Louis leaves for another business trip, and Harry can't help but feel lonely without him.

(Completed) ''You've got a big mouth on you, princess. Why don't you put it to good use? Tomorrow night at my place?'' Harry gaped at Louis and clenched his fists. ''I'd rather not have you fuck me and then dump me like a cheap whore, thank you very much.'' He spat before walking away again. ''Princess?'' Louis called after the boy. ''What!'' Harry snapped. ''You forgot to close your locker.'' Harry rushed back with red cheeks and his bottom lip between his teeth as Louis leaned against the locker next to his and stared at his bottom half without any shame. ''How rude.'' He whispered under his breath before he scoffed and quickly scurried away. Louis' smirk fell and he growled. He will fuck Harry. And when he does, he'll show him who's boss and who's not. Or in which Louis is a player and Harry is a feminine boy's still a virgin and Louis will so anything to take that from him.

(Completed) His breathing was ragged, eyes wide with fear, pupils delated and his heart was beating faster than ever before as he heard the angry alpha howl behind him. His left, hindleg was killing him but his wil lpower to get to safety was stronger than his fear. The angry howls behind him stopped just as he fell to the floor, whole body shaking with hurt and exhaustion. The blondish wolf cried softly and rose to his feet, limping along the treeline of the forest he just ran out of. He didn't care what was awaiting him. Anything would be better than living with the monster he just escaped from. Even his own death.