"Your voice suits you," Lauren murmured, hardly even realizing she was speaking her thoughts aloud. "W-What?" Dinah blinked, seeming confused. "Your voice," Lauren replied, her voice a little stronger now. "It's almost as beautiful as you are." (OR: In which getting fired leads a moody Lauren to a bar, where a woman with the most incredible voice she's ever heard is sitting at the piano.)

a fluffy oneshot based on lauren and lucy's recent snowboarding trip

"I-I'm sorry, but I have no where to go, and I'm very cold. The lights in your house are the only ones on around here, so I assumed you were awake. Can I come in?" Her trembling voice asked.

A story of how having the same friends on Snapchat leads Jade and Perrie into something more than just 'mutual' friends.

She didn't have to reach out for the dark night, she didn't have to build her own way to the constellations. Because the stars - oh, what she was looking for, what she needed - were in the other girl's eyes. It all started in August 2015 with a phone call that changed their lives forever. Jade Thirlwall finds herself falling hard for her bandmate Perrie Edwards, who is an enigma inside out. Completed 3/5/2016 Copyright © 2015 by @skepticynicism

Lauren needs to get a date to a family wedding... and fast! When Lucy steps in as her 'girlfriend' for the weekend, things get a little more serious than she planned. • I was by no means justifying the act of leaking Lauren and Lucy's photos by writing this fic, and I feel so bad for both of them. With that said, enjoy :).

"I don't know how to say no to you," Dinah said softly, opening her eyes. "Come on, baby," Lauren murmured, her voice even and sweet, not betraying the reckless pulse that Dinah could feel pounding all over her body. "Let me change your ticket home." (OR: AU Dinah and Lauren meet in London and fall into each other faster than either of them was expecting.)

Lucy wishes Camila would make it easier to hate her.

Her Twitter and Instagram notifications are always off yet still her lockscreen is filled with other notifications: texts, missed calls, emails. It's like they don't end. Her vision starts to blur and her heart rate shoots up as soon she catches a glimpse of their content. [half au/half non-au with mentions of minor past camren} also the pictures i used are obviously not really.

three-shot "...spread your legs, miss." au in which lauren is a cop and lucy has a purse full of pot [this story is not mine, you can find it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5873482/chapters/13536025]