lilliandherself
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The look on Harry’s face is what causes him to waver. He looks desperate, and Louis knows he is. A potion like this could help Harry with the one thing he’s always struggled with; school. But Louis’ not a certified witch and has never practiced this potion before. Anything could go wrong.
Hesitantly, he says, “I will try to make this potion for you, but—”
He’s interrupted by Harry’s cheering. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, you are the best friend I could ever have, you mean so fucking much to me,” Harry says, the words falling out of his mouth on impulse. Louis closes his eyes and scrunches his nose when Harry begins pressing kisses all over his face.
Nothing about this can end well. Louis knows that for a fact.
Louis is a witch and Harry is his human friend. When Harry needs help focusing on his schoolwork, the obvious solution is to ask Louis for a potion. You could say things don’t go quite right.
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“It’s alright, babe,” Louis murmurs, “I don’t mind you or any of your siblings seeing me as a mother figure. I’m quite honored that all of you trust me so much to think of me that way.”
Wesley inhales deeply. “Okay, cool. I was really nervous about talking to you about it but it also felt weird to think of you as my mom and not tell you about it, you know?”
Louis nods his head but doesn’t say anything. His mind is reeling and he feels a happy feeling crawling up his throat.
When Louis starts as an intern at a new company, he becomes particularly fond of the boss’ five children. And maybe the boss himself as well.
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And there it is. Harry knew it would happen as soon as Louis walked into the room, but somehow he’s still shocked by it. Ignoring the growing problem in his pants, Harry eats his breakfast and leaves for work.
He’s not sure why he’s been having this problem ever since Louis started calling him that. He’s not sure why Louis started calling him that. Harry’s not sure of much of anything honestly. The point is that he wasn’t aware that he had a daddy kink until the first time Louis called him by the name.
It had been in passing, just like this morning, but it had shocked Harry to his core. Just a simple, “Thank you, daddy,” had secluded Harry in his room for almost three hours that first time.
Louis starts calling Harry ‘daddy’. Consequently, Harry discovers that he has a daddy kink.
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“What does it mean if he’s done two of them? That both of them are his love languages?”
“Well, maybe,” Oli considers. “Could be something else.”
Louis sits up straight. “What could it mean?”
Oli cowers a bit into his seat. “Listen, I’m not trying to get your hopes up for nothing if it just ends up being a friend thing.”
“Tell me,” Louis jabs him in the side. “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell—”
“Okay!” Oli exclaims, shoving Louis’ hands away. “Okay, fine. Maybe, if he’s interested in you like that, it could be him trying to figure out what your love language is. And that’s why he’s done two different ones."
The one about the five love languages.
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Where Louis' cat gets stuck on the roof and Harry is the firefighter who ends up saving her.
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Damen has a thing for buying Laurent stuff.
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Bookmarked by lilliandherself
14 Jan 2024
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don’t know why i didn’t already have this bookmarked
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“Harry?” whispered Louis, his mouth dry, his nose pressing against the other’s warm skin.
“Mh?” Harry’s humming was gentle, his fingers lightly caressing the younger boy’s arm, his chest steadily rising and falling beneath Louis’ cheek.
A couple of seconds passed, and Louis looked up at him in the darkness of the cave, barely able to make out the expression on his face. When he tried to inhale deeply, his breath hitched. He struggled to find the words to tell Harry what he was thinking about.
Another couple of seconds passed, and Louis listened to the reassuring beating of the prince’s heart beneath his cheek.
He couldn’t.
“Nothing,” he whispered, his voice weak. I think you’re half of my soul.
Or, a ‘Song of Achilles’ AU with Louis as Patroclus and Harry as Achilles.
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“You didn’t shock me,” the O says, yanking at Harry’s shirt. Harry’s eyebrows furrow, looking down at him. He could probably shake him off if he wanted to, wouldn’t even hurt him. Harry doesn’t. “What’s your name? How come you didn’t shock me?”
“Um,” Harry says. “What?”
The O sways closer, pushing himself up onto his toes as he peers at Harry’s face. Harry tries not to breathe in too deeply, too obviously. The last thing he needs is for someone to catch him obviously scenting an O that doesn’t belong with him in public. No matter how unhinged that particular O might be. That’s just asking for trouble.
“Is it broken?” the O asks, shaking at Harry’s shirt. Harry sways, more confused than ever. The bell on the door dings, and on autopilot Harry shifts them out of the way, allowing the person to pass. His umbrella dangles uselessly from his hand, not doing anything to keep them dry.
“Is what broken?” Harry asks.
“It’s not broken,” the O says to himself, fast. He shakes his head again, bringing both hands up to his face to push his wet hair back. “Just yesterday – ”
He stops, staring at Harry again. It’s a suspicious stare. Harry’s mildly offended by it.
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“Okay, right. Aren’t you straight?” Harry was straight. Unless he somehow lied to the entire internet about how much he likes pussy, he was straight.
“A good time is a good time. A hole is a hole. What does it matter that I’m straight?”
Louis’ knee wobbled. Barely. Everything was fine.
“That doesn’t sound straight to me.”
Harry groaned and tossed his head back. He looked more comfortable in Louis’ office than he did, swiveling back and forth. “What does it matter that I want to have sex with you? You’re pretty, like a girl, and you moan like one, too. It’s your fault, not mine.”
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Bookmarked by lilliandherself
07 Oct 2022
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im devastated. never moving on. absolutely mind blown. one of the sexiest fics i’ve ever read
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The process of courting is seriously outdated nowadays, it's not common anymore; people don’t want to go through the hassle of a proper courtship, dating is easier.
Louis though, he was raised in a very traditional family, every member, down to his parents, had a courting and a mating ceremony. He grew up hearing stories about how wonderful it is, how much deeper the connection gets between a courting pair can get, and he's wanted that for himself since he was a pup, always dreaming of his alpha showing up and sweeping him off of his feet.
His dreams seem to be coming true when he moves into a new building, closer to where he works, and the older alpha living in the flat in front of his own, initiates the courtship process. Everything he's ever wanted is within reach.
Or is it?
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Written for the BLFF 2022!