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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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28 Nov 2025
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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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28 Nov 2025
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Twitter prompt: 3628
The one where seven-year-old Harry says he loves flowers, everyone laughs, except Louis.
Fourteen years later, they’re uni roommates, and someone keeps leaving fresh blooms on Harry’s desk.
Between secrets, smiles, and sunflowers, love starts to grow.
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07 Nov 2025
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“Seriously, Harry? Again?” Louis huffs, crossing his arms as the alpha ducks into his den like he owns the place. “That’s the third time this month.”
Harry pretends to look half-embarrassed, but the faint curl of his mouth gives him away. Louis sighs, already reaching for his supplies. He’d be concerned if he didn’t know how fast wolves healed or how much Harry seemed to enjoy testing that fact. At this point, Louis is starting to think the alpha’s wounds aren’t accidents at all.
Or: Louis is the pack’s healer bound by duty, with no time for romance. Harry is the pack’s alpha who seems determined to change that by any means necessary.
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04 Nov 2025
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He wasn’t sure if it was the knocking that startled him, or if it was the loud thud outside his apartment’s door.
Louis looked up from the sketchbook in his lap, pencil stilling mid-stroke. The apartment was quiet, especially now that it’s past midnight, save for the low hum of his air conditioner. No one knocked at this hour—not unless something was wrong.
He rose slowly, heart ticking faster than the seconds on his clock, sock cladded foot padding carefully across the wooden floor.
Louis cracks the door open.And gasps.
A man lay crumpled at his doorstep—broad shoulders, bloodied knuckles, suit jacket stained dark. His curls were matted to his forehead with sweat and grime. His breathing was shallow, wheezing. One eye was already swelling shut. His scent was almost rotten.
Even through the bruises, Louis recognized that face—Liam’s friend. The one with the sharp angles and eyes that always looked tired. The one who never spoke in elevators even when Louis smiled sweetly at him. The one who always left his scent lingering in the hallways every time he visited Liam.
“Harry?” He finally breathed out.
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