Lance's nightmares are getting out of control. It's affecting his and the team's performance, but he's at a loss for how to fix this. Apparently sleeping next to a warm body helps. 〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰 A Klance Fan Fiction! Not my work -Story by Trashness on ao3.
"You're lying." Zavier spoke so low that even he barely heard his words himself. "Huh?" He picked up the volume of his voice this time, "You're lying." "No I'm not." "Okay, so if I was to come this close-" Zavier lifted Isaac's face by his chin and brought his face close to his. "- You would feel nothing." Isaac's...
Charles sends a text to the wrong number. continued here: archiveofourown.org/series/274155
When he reached him, Liam was taken back at what he witnessed. "What is happening to him?!" Harry asked, relinquishing his anger and moving towards the beta. Leering at Harry, "He is dropping." "I thought only omegas dropped," Harry asked confused. "Exactly! Only omegas do!" Liam clarified, letting the actuality of th...
LARRY STYLINSON, AOB, REALITY AU. Being an Alpha, its hard to control yourself, and thats just in general. Now imagine being a famous alpha. That was Harry Styles. The constant fans throwing themselves at him made for difficult situations. Though It was worse for louis, being a famous omega. {Published on Ao3}
Dónde Louis es un idiota romántico en busca de su cita para el baile y Harry, su mejor amigo, que no está de acuerdo en casi nada (o dónde Harry odia a todo el mundo, menos a Louis).
"I need you to be my fake boyfriend," Liam repeated. Or, the one where Scott shouldn't have talked to Liam like he was fragile, Liam should have thought twice before engaging in a childish kind of revenge and Theo shouldn't have accepted to help.
Draco Malfoy is bored out of his mind in his eighth year at Hogwarts. After a prank gone wrong, he discovers that Harry's life isn't really that much better than his own. As they try to keep their friends from realizing that they've somehow swapped minds, they find it's easier to spend time together. Becoming friends...
"I will kill you in your sleep," Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans. "I don't think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time." "I'll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don't call me that." (Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each oth...
They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy's face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips. "Hi," he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. "Sorry. Is this okay?" The stranger removed his right hand fro...
Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut. Alpha Harry, Omega Louis.
OS en donde Harry y Louis poseen una conexión que va más allá de la vida real: los sueños.
AU || Louis hace clases de danza a niños de cuatro a siete años. Harry pertenece al equipo de fútbol americano.
Cinco fases de su relación en un mundo donde Harry fuma un montón, se salta las clases y odia a todo el mundo excepto a su novio, y Louis hace obras de teatro, es amado por todos y funcionan, a pesar de que nadie entiende cómo.
Zayn and Liam wake up in each other's bodies. This story is written by Caitlin Scott or scottmcniceass on ao3, not mine!
【Harry odia a Louis y Louis odia a Harry. No. No es como esas historias de amor que se odian un poco pero por dentro sienten un ligero pero fuerte amor por esa persona. ¡Claro que no! Louis y Harry realmente se odian; no sólo se odian sino que se tienen un enorme asco entre ellos. Se han golpeado numerosas veces fuera...
Soft heats make omega Louis clingy. Alpha Harry comforts him. (a/b/o dynamics, friends to lovers, falling in love, cuddling)
"¡Vete al infierno!" "De ahí vengo, ángel. Y, no hay forma de que me hagas volver" Ambos estaban perdidos, en un lugar al cual no podían llamar hogar. Mientras que su mente lo único que lograba era confundirlos y no hacer nada fácil su estadía. Los recuerdos eran como huracanes, y solo los destruían un poco más a su p...
