12 Works by Bright90
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“Lou,” he said quietly. “My hand.”
Anne leaned in before Louis could answer, smoothing a thumb over Harry’s shoulder. “It’ll be alright, love.”
Harry frowned at her, impatient even half-conscious. “That’s my dominant one.”
Then he turned his head back toward Louis, green eyes clearer now, searching his face for the truth.
“Lou.”
Louis felt his own chest tighten. Of course this would be the thing. The bakery. The dough, the piping bags, the muscle memory Harry trusted more than language some days.
Or: Louis and Harry are happily married until a car accident leaves Harry facing a long recovery, chronic pain, and a body that doesn’t feel like his anymore. Louis copes the only way he knows how: medication alarms, humor, and a stubborn refusal to fall apart. Unfortunately, denial is not a long-term care plan.
Or: Harry changes, Louis cracks, and Patricia the shower bench becomes part of the family.
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The captain looked back at Louis, and for a second their eyes met. Up close, his were an even colder green than they had seemed from across the deck, sharp and unreadable beneath the crossing scar. Louis had just enough time to think that trying to look harmless was probably worth the effort.
Then the captain said, flat as anything, “Throw him overboard.”
The words hit Louis like a blow and for a heartbeat, nothing happened. The crew stood shocked in the sudden quiet, boots shifting uneasily against the wet planks.
“EXCUSE ME?!” Louis snapped, outrage shooting through him so fast it burned straight past caution.
Or- Louis always knew he was different. Mostly because normal people do not make the sky lose its mind every time they have a strong feeling.
Then his father betrays him to the king, the royal guards come knocking, and Louis runs for his life, only to accidentally end up on a pirate ship, because apparently things can always get worse. Now he’s stuck with a crew of chaotic alphas who think hygiene is negotiable, a scarred captain with a personality to match, and the growing suspicion that the royal dungeon might actually have been the less stressful option.
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“Well,” Harry says, still smiling, “it sounds lovely here. I… think I’ll like it.”
Louis arches an eyebrow. “You should,” he says. “Seeing as you’ve booked the room for a whole two months. I briefly assumed you might be a serial killer looking for somewhere quiet to bury the bodies.”
Harry snorts. “I could still be a serial killer, you know. You’ve just completely ruined my element of surprise.”
Or- Global phenomenon Harry Styles just needs a place to hide for a few months; instead he gets a charming inn owner named Louis who treats banter like a love language, locals who might be running a small cult (jury’s still out), and a sheep named Bernard who adopts him as his emotional support human. Harry came to disappear, but instead acquires chaos, increasingly unhinged drama, and the deeply inconvenient problem of falling in love.
Or- a rom-com in a chaotic small town.
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“You know I can’t let you leave now, right? Your father wouldn’t exactly approve of us letting you wander off alone. There are dangerous things out there.”
Louis snorted. “More dangerous than a pack of vengeful omegas arguing about who’s the prettiest? Please. I’m doing your alpha a public service by skipping this circus.”
The alpha’s brows lifted. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Because I’ll only insult him,” Louis said matter-of-factly, ticking it off on his fingers. “Make at least one omega cry, and deliver sarcastic commentary for two months straight. By the end of it, he’ll ship me home in a box labeled ‘return to sender.’”
The man laughed, “I highly doubt it. Sounds like exactly what he needs. A bit of drama and chaos.”
Louis smirked. “Then he must be leading a really boring life.”
Or- Louis is an omega forced by his parents into a matchmaking event created to find pack alpha Harry Styles a mate.
His plan? Be irritating enough to get sent home immediately.
Instead, he’s somehow bantering, stirring trouble, and making the alpha grin like a man experiencing his first emotion.
Harry keeps staring at him like fate is involved. Louis would like a refund.
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The man blinked slowly, like someone trying to make sense of a particularly loud bird. “Hmm. Can I help you?”
Louis threw his hands up. “Yes, you bloody can! Listen, Curly—some of us are trying to sleep! It’s two in the morning, not an audition for the tragic ghosts of the Philharmonic!”
The man’s brows lifted, mildly.
Louis kept going, because apparently he couldn’t stop now. “So unless you’re planning to serenade the moon to death, could you maybe take your sad piano concerto to, I don’t know—someone’s basement? Preferably one without neighbors, or better yet, cows.”
The man looked at him, head tilted slightly, curls falling into his eyes, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“You think cows like Chopin?”
Or- Louis is a vampire who wants three things: silence, blood bags, and the sweet release of eternal indifference.
Enter Harry — his new neighbor who wears silk robes, flirts with delivery men, and plays piano at 2 a.m. like he’s auditioning for Vampire Idol.
They should hate each other. Instead, they fall in love.
Or- A vampire rom-com about eternal life, emotional repression, and one neighbor who won’t stop being gorgeous and loud about it.
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The man aiming the rifle at him was definitely an alpha — taller, broader, and wrapped in enough winter gear to survive the apocalypse twice. His face was mostly hidden behind the weapon, but Louis could make out a strong jaw, a set mouth, and the kind of posture that screamed trained.
Louis raised his hands lazily, fingers trembling more from cold than fear. “If you’re here to shoot me, can you at least make it quick? I’m kind of over today.”
“What?” the voice asked, confused.
“I said,” Louis repeated, voice wobbling as his teeth chattered, “please do it fast, darling. I’m freezing, I’m starving, and I’m pretty sure I’m seeing two of you.”
Or- When the UK government turns on omegas, Louis does the only logical thing: run, hide, and avoid becoming part of another tragic news headline.
That plan works perfectly—right up until a grumpy farmer nearly shoots him.
Now he’s stuck on a remote farm with a moody alpha, a judgmental cat, and enough political chaos to make daytime TV look tame. Somewhere between surviving the apocalypse and learning to milk goats, Louis starts to suspect the world ending might not be the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. -
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Louis grabbed the nearest pen like he was considering a murder. “Say princess again, I dare you.”
Harry’s grin went downright evil. “Princess.”
“You’re insufferable,” he hissed. “Actually insufferable. If you vanished tomorrow, I would personally throw a parade.”
Harry leaned in again, chin propped on his hand, dimples in full force. “Cute parade? Pink streamers? Princess-themed?”
Louis made a sound that was halfway between a groan and a scream, grabbed his notebook, and buried his face in it. “I hope you fall in the fountain on your way home. And then get pneumonia. And then fail your finals.”
Harry beamed at him like Louis had just proposed marriage. “God, you’re adorable when you threaten me.”
Or- Louis is just trying to graduate without losing his mind — but apparently the universe has other plans, because Harry keeps showing up in the uni coffee shop, grinning like he’s flirting on purpose (he definitely is). Between coffee shop bickering, campus fair chaos, and way too many run-ins with the man, Louis’ biggest problem isn’t hating Harry anymore… It’s pretending he doesn’t want to climb him like a tree.
or- Louis and Harry don’t like each other. Or so it seems.
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“They send the omega now?” Harry muttered, dripping disdain.
“Louis Tomlinson,” Louis replied cheerfully, stepping closer to the bed. “Not the omega, thanks. I’m just Louis. You’re not the alpha, are you?”
“I can be the alpha if you insist,” Harry shot back curtly.
Louis raised a brow. “What are you, a savage? Our parents gave us names for a reason. If you’re feral, I’ll just let you loose in the wild and save everyone the trouble.”
That earned him a startled look. “Are you even allowed to speak to patients like that?”
Or- Louis Tomlinson is a sassy omega nurse at OneHeart Amputee Rehabilitation Center. He doesn’t do hand-holding or pity parties—he drags his patients back to life whether they like it or not.
Harry Styles is a soldier who jumped on a grenade and lived, but came out scarred, stubborn, and determined not to be helped.
In the wreckage of war, through insults, banter, and the slow stitching-together of trust, they find something neither expected: love.Or- One of them is going to break first. (Spoiler: it’s not Louis.)
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Harry rolled his eyes, though the smirk was fully there now. “Come on, Liam. Let’s find another room—this one’s already overcrowded with desperation."
Louis’s eyes flew wide, a biting retort already at his lips, but Niall squeezed his hand under the table in warning. HR didn’t need another incident report with Louis’s name on it.
Liam shot Louis an apologetic look before following Harry out, the door clicking shut behind them.
“God,” Louis muttered immediately, “no wonder he’s alone. Who would ever want to touch that?”
“Pretty sure he’s fucked half the people from Apple in the next building,” Zayn supplied dryly.
“Poor things,” Louis said, sweeping his hair back with exaggerated pity. “I’ll send them bouquets. For their loss.”
Niall burst into loud laughter, and Louis finally felt the knot of irritation in his chest loosen. Nothing cheered him up like a perfectly timed jab at Harry Styles.
Or- Louis has a plan: find his mate, secure his future, and avoid distractions at all costs. Step one: stay as far away from Harry Styles as humanly possible. Step two… somehow involves tripping over Harry, accidentally kissing him, and realizing that “avoiding” him is basically impossible. Oops.
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“I thought you were jealous for a second there,” Harry teases, a smile in his voice.
Louis pulls back just enough to glare up at him, unimpressed.
“As if,” he says with a dramatic snort. “Hell will freeze over before I let Bimbo Lena make me feel anything but annoyed." He flicks his eyes in her direction with the sharp precision of someone who’s perfected passive aggression into an Olympic sport. “Please. I’ve seen more personality in a bag of frozen peas.”
Harry barks a laugh, loud and sudden, head tipping back, curls bouncing. Louis grins despite himself. He loves that laugh—carefree and boyish, all soft edges and sunshine.
“Don’t be mean,” Harry says, still chuckling. “She was nice. Said I looked like someone out of a superhero movie. Could be a compliment.”
Louis rolls his eyes so hard it’s a miracle they don’t tumble right out of his head. “Wow. Groundbreaking. I bet she thinks Thor is a type of dog.”
or- Louis and Harry are best friends who happen to fuck on a semi-regular basis. When Louis caught feelings, he groaned aloud. What a cliché.
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“How are you real?” he asked before thinking.
Harry blinked, then smiled, a little softer this time. “I’m not. I’m a figment of your reality TV-induced hallucinations. I disappear after the finale.”
Louis shook his head, grinning. “Great. Now I’m stuck flirting with a ghost in a red speedo.”
“Technically,” Harry said, eyes sparkling, “they’re shorts. Barely.”
Louis licked his lips, leaned back with a smirk. “Barely is generous. I’ve seen napkins cover more.”
“You’re staring an awful lot for someone who’s supposedly offended.”
“Oh, I never said I was offended,” Louis shot back. “Just observing. Purely scientific.”
“Well,” Harry said, nudging Louis’s knee with his, casual but not accidental, “keep observing. I like the way you look at me.”
Louis swallowed. Fuck.
Or-Louis never planned to propose on a reality TV show. Hell, he didn’t even plan to be on one. But somehow, his boyfriend Matt thought "The Ultimatum: Queer Love" was the perfect place to force a life decision on national streaming. Then Harry enters—the ultimate plot twist.
Spoiler alert: Things get messy. And very, very gay. -
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“I read your sister's bedtime stories while they cried themselves to sleep!” Harry yelled, voice cracking under the weight of grief. “I held your family together while it fell apart! While I fell apart! I lost everything in a year—you, your pack, my father—my mother, who couldn’t even make it to my coronation because she was too shattered to leave her bed! And you—” his voice broke, but he pushed through it, “—you stand there and say I’m selfish? You don’t think about anyone but yourself. Not your family. Not me!”
Louis’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “Why the fuck should I think about you?! Who are you to me, huh? You want a prize for finding me? What am I to you, Harry?! Some missing heirloom you can hold up like a trophy?”
“I’m your fucking soulmate, Louis. That’s who I am.”
or- In a world where soulmates are rare, an ancient bond once connected Alpha Harry and Omega Louis until tragedy struck. Louis was lost. And when he was finally found, the worst was discovered: he didn’t remember anything. Now, Louis must piece together a past that was stolen from him — and a future he’s no longer sure he wants.