halloween night is when the jade-eyed stranger in the same bloodied white shirt costume makes his appearance to louis. and he only shows up on that night every year to fulfill one evil purpose. © niahuls [completed] highest rank: 6/17/14: #184 paranormal 10/17/14: #439 paranormal (wtf why is it ranked again??)

"It's not like it meant something to you, right? You're married after all." Louis gave his infamous smirk, which was not suppose to look this hot. "Of course, it didn't." The tent in Harry's trousers disagrees. "I don't mind paying back the favour. Any place. Anytime. In any way." Louis winked. And with that Harry left alone to come all over the bed sheet with the frame of his marriage turned down on the bedside table.

Louis is the first born Omega in centuries and he doesn’t know this, an important fact. Johanna, Louis mother keeps him ignorant to his status in the wolf world and makes him believe that he’s a regular wolf. She’s scared of the Alphas that may rape and mate her son for the power he possess. She finds it hard to accept herself and her son into a pack but when he’s fed up with moving she settles down. They found themselves in the lovely state of Michigan with one of the most respected packs in the world. Louis life starts to change in ways he would have never believed. No one has to tell him that he’s an omega, not his mother, not Alphas, no one. He found out himself when he found a book in a library at the age of 13. It was a book about Omegas and Louis loved the idea and wanted to read it. Louis wasn’t stupid, he was able to put the pieces together, especially when he went into heat at the age of 15. With Johanna’s plans of Louis not knowing spoilt she teaches him as much as she can about who he is and why she’s wary of Alphas. Louis understands her fears but knows that without a pack he and his mother are in danger of becoming rogue. When Louis and his mother settle down he tries to fit in. Tries to make a few friends and make his way into the pack their. To be accepted. There’s no way to tell that Louis is an Omega unless you were his mother, father, or an Alpha. Harry notices Louis before he’s even met him, smells him in the hallway, in the classrooms, on the seats. Harry doesn't know what the smell is. He just knows that it’s delicious and makes him weak in the knees. He needs to find the source of the smell before he goes crazy, but the way he finds the tiny Omega may make Harry crazy with anger. Cover made by: @PeterLou

"I feel like I should suck your dick." "That's the point." Reached #1 in Larry Stylinson au ❤️ December 2020

"I don't understand." "Then let Daddy teach you." [Italian translation available]

"You're going down, Styles."

'I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck' https://www.instagram.com/thighhighlarry/ Copyright 2014, thighhighlarry. All Rights Reserved.

"You think you can come onto my field and talk to me like you own this place?" He yells and I see a couple figures jump from his reaction, and I don't blame them. He doesn't stop there though. "I don't know who you think you are but you better fix that attitude of yours," he threatens sternly. The last part I can barely hear and is almost inaudible, "Or else I will." But I surely heard it! It scared me even more. But I can't say I wasn't curious as to what that meant, and maybe even a bit aroused. •OR• Louis Tomlinson and his mother are forced to leave their home once they find out his father cheated on his mum. New school. New friends. New football team. And new coach. Louis doesn't know whether he hates his coach, or is falling in love with him. But Louis is caught heart-eyes for his strict coach, even though he won't admit it. Why does Louis like Coach Styles so much? Coach Styles isn't the nicest to Louis either. Will the two get along? Trigger Warning. Mature Audience. Cover by: @oficallycrazyy My story. @brblarry

*This is a Larry Stylinson fanfiction* ~ The mirror cracked from side to side, Shattering, pattering, on the tide, The shards fell down, down to the ocean floor, What a shame that no one could help him anymore. ~ With the candles lit, and the lights off, the boy simply spun three times in front of the mirror. Spin one. "Bloody Harry." Spin two. "Bloody Harry." Spin three. "Bloody Harry." The mirror cracks, and well, you know the rest. ~ A.N. The poem at the top was written by ME. :3 EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY BELONGS TO ME EXCEPT FOR ANY CELEBRITIES I USE AND ANY BLOODY MARY MYTHS I USE. I hope you enjoy it! :)