Summary: While life bonded to Harry is perfect, you’re both thrilled to add pups into your family.
Word Count: 2.3K
CW/tags: mentions of heat/rut, mentions of childbirth, mentions of past assault, mentions of pregnancy symptoms (none of the above are explicit at all), fluff, so much fluff, lil bit of hurt/comfort, Alpha Harry, omega reader, ABO
AN: Someone was asking for an extra to this series where they welcome pups. I woke up at like, 4am today and social media was flooded with videos of the first show of tour and it lit a fire to write some Harry x Reader. Literally went to a diner at 6am and started this
You and Harry enjoy the bliss of bonding for months. For those first weeks neither of you leave each other's sides unless you absolutely have to. The world seems brighter, colors more bold, breeze blowing perfectly every time you hang in the garden together.
About a month after bonding you have a small wedding with just those closest to you. You and Harry are already connected in the most full and permanent way, wearing each others' marks on your necks, but this allows you to celebrate with those you love most.
It’s a beautiful weekend together, everyone traveling to the Italian countryside. Nothing is rushed, or ornate, but a simple outpouring of love.
Soon the two of you start integrating your normal life back into the mix, finding a great balance between work, family, friends, and your relationship. You continue your data analyst job, grateful everyday for the flexibility that working completely remote allows you to have.
Harry is working on new music, feeling extra inspired and needing to get it out in this creative way.
Three months after bonding comes another shared rut and heat. It confirms that the two of you are compatible, and that you’ve easily slipped into a predictable mating cycle. It’ll make life easier to plan, knowing that Harry’s rut and your heat will occur every three months consistently.
But then a few weeks later something happens that throws everything off course.
A missed period is the first sign. Then comes the exhaustion. And when you start to feel nauseous at the most random times you finally go to the store for some tests.
You take them while Harry is home, but don’t tell him what you’re doing. If they’re negative you’re not sure you can handle getting his hopes up only to disappoint him.
And then, to your surprise, each and every one of the five tests you’d bought comes up positive. Very positive. Screaming at you positive.
You sit for a moment, daydreaming about what the future will look like now. But after a couple of minutes you can’t keep it in, you have to tell Harry, right this second. Grabbing two of the tests, you run through the house to find your alpha.
He’s in the basement studio, and you're so excited that you don’t care what you’re interrupting.
“Harry!” You shout to get his attention. He quickly looks up from his notebook, his whole attention locked on you.
“Yes love?” He asks, setting his work to the side and inviting you to come closer. You’re too antsy to sit, though, so you stand in front of him. With a beaming smile, you hold up the positive tests, saying nothing and hoping they’ll do the explaining for you.
He’s stunned, mouth falling open before clamping shut more than once. Finally, he says, “Are you….omega, are you pregnant?”
“I am, alpha. Or at least, according to these sticks. And the three others I left upstairs.”
He smiles wide, dimples popping, and he leaps up, lifting and spinning you in his arms. He sets you gown gently, pressing kisses to your face, your hair, your mouth, before slipping to his knees. He takes your tummy in his hands, kissing there as well them murmuring, “Hello little one. I’m your dad. I can’t wait to meet you. Take care of your mum, alright? Don’t make her too sick, baby.”
When he stands back up he wipes away the tears that are unsurprisingly sliding down your face after that sweet moment. Of course his eyes are swimming too, and for a while, you just stand together and hold each other, basking in this joy.
Immediately Harry slips into protective alpha mode. He cares for you, makes sure you're safe, that you have water at all times, goes out late at night when crazy cravings kick in.
Most importantly, he stays close to you throughout your entire pregnancy. Omegas need a lot of touch from their alphas when they’re pregnant, and your omega especially needs touch. At one point early on Harry had gone away to visit friends for two nights. You’d been invited as well, but the morning sickness was particularly tough at that point and you couldn’t imagine spending hours in the car. Still, you’d insisted Harry go.
By the time he got home you’d already started getting symptoms of touch deprivation. You both figured that it was due to your history of severe touch depri, that you’d be more prone to it now.
You planned to ask the doctor about it at the first visit, but the real reason that you’re more sensitive became clear the second she began the ultrasound. Omegas always need more touch when carrying multiples, and you were pregnant with twins. You both left that appointment with pure love, excitement, and about 20 printouts of sonograms to share with your families.
Not only was Harry supportive, but both of your families showered you with love and support as well. And at your actual baby shower you decided to do a gender reveal. Harry had done so many during his last tours that he couldn’t resist doing one for his own babies. When both balloons popped to show pink confetti, the room erupted into cheers. Of course, you would have been happy with any outcome, but there’s just something about Harry that screams girl dad.
As the weeks pass and you get closer to your due date, Harry dotes on you more. He also works to finish some parts of his album, wanting to be ahead of schedule so he can take time to be fully present when the pups are born. This leads to your home practically turning into Grand Central Station as collaborators are always stopping by to work with Harry.
It’s slightly chaotic, but you find you love having people there. It’s lively, never boring. It distracts you from all of the annoying parts of late pregnancy.
The goal with twins is to get to 36 weeks. And you get so, so close. At 35 weeks 2 days you wake up with some pressure. It grows and by midafternoon you’re definitely in labor. Parenting books and classes taught you what to do, and you’re both prepared. But of course, still terrified.
Harry’s with you the entire time. Both at home, and later at the hospital, he’s the perfect support person, helping you in all the ways you need.
“I’m right here baby,” he reassures. “Take my hand, squeeze as hard as you need to.”
It’s not easy, but by early the next morning your girls are here. Despite them coming early, they’re perfectly healthy, and you’re so incredibly grateful for that news.
“They’re perfect,” Harry says, holding one of your daughters as he sits on the edge of your bed. You have the other in your arms, and are overwhelmed by this first calm moment with your whole family. With your whole world.
You lean down to lightly scent your little girl, giving her this first taste of loving pheromones. When you’re done Harry moves closer, allowing you to do the same for her sister. He then scents both of them as well, letting them know the scents of their mum and dad. The two most important scents which will always allow their babies to find them, and which will help soothe them throughout their lives.
“I love you, omega,” Harry then says, though the words themselves aren’t needed. You can smell it through his pheromones, and see it written on his face, clear as day. “You did amazing. I am so proud of you.” You once again can’t hold in your tears at these kind words. You’re tired, hormonal, and so in love with this sweet man that it overwhelms you.
The first few weeks with the twins are crazy, but with Harry and both of your families, they’re also so incredibly wonderful. Your heart is bursting, and you feel so complete, like you have everything you’ve ever wanted in life.
After a couple of months Harry starts working again, staying home as much as possible and insisting they record and hold planning meetings close to where you live in order to minimize travel.
“You and the girls are my priority,” he states, his voice firm. “You will always be my priority from here on out.”
And that’s why he decides to do residencies as opposed to touring, knowing it’s what’s best for your family. He asks how you feel about MSG, considering the fact that the two of you met because you’d been attacked by an alpha there.
It’s been years, and you find that you’ve healed from that. You have no worries about being back there, and truthfully you’re happy for a reason to spend so much time there. After all, your family lives just across the river so you’ll get to see them and give the girls some quality time with their US relatives.
But there is one thing that worries you. Up until this point you and Harry have kept the girls a total secret. Not one fan, or gossip paper, has any idea that you have two daughters. And you like it that way.
However, you’re realistic. Harry is a celebrity. And there’s no way to keep the girls a secret, aside from hiding them away at home. That’s not what you want for them.
And so, on their first birthday, which happens to be 3 days before the first show of the Together, Together Tour, Harry makes an official post.
“Happy Birthday to my beautiful daughters. You fill this world with light and laughter, and being your dad has made me a better man. To my wife, thank you for this gift. You are an amazing mum and this has been the best year of my life.”
As expected, the fans lose their minds. And really you can’t blame them, so you enjoy seeing the reactions flood in. But only for a minute, because you have more important things to attend to. Mainly the small birthday party you’ve managed to plan, once again in Italy. It seems to be a prime location for big moments in your lives.
A couple days and one flight later it’s nearly time for the show to begin. You’re backstage in Harry’s dressing room, and while he should be finishing getting himself ready, he’s instead focused on the girls, making sure the adorable and practical ear defenders are fit snuggly to protect their ears.
“You’re going to be amazing,” you say when he finally stands. “We’re so proud of you.”
He leans in for a kiss, and you give him one only slightly too steamy for the innocent audience. When he breaks it off he leans down to scent you, then the girls, ensuring you’ll have your alpha’s scent to keep you safe.
After one more kiss for luck you pick up one of your girls in each arm and make your way to the box reserved for family. Halfway there you bump into Anne who reaches out to pick up one of her granddaughters, and you’re thankful for the help.
Before stepping into the box you take a deep breath. Because once you go out there you’ll be visible to the crowd. They’ll see your girls, take pictures and videos. It’s scary, but Anne gives a reassuring smile and rubs your arm, saying, “Everything will be just fine. Promise.”
You realize that while you’re going all mama bear on your babies, trying to protect them from the world, she’s been doing that with her son for half his life. If anyone understands, it’s her. With her by your side you step out, and luckily no one notices you all at first. Of course within minutes phones are pointed your way, but you invite them, focusing on family instead.
And before anything can get crazy, the lights dim, the screen comes on, and the show begins.
You watch your mate in awe, constantly inspired by and so proud of him. The girls are still quite young to understand, but they’re mesmerized by the lights and they love watching daddy run around and listening to him sing.
They manage to stay awake and happy, as you’d been adjusting them to later bedtimes lately knowing how the upcoming months would be.
And this means they’re still in good moods when the concert ends. You head backstage, getting to Harry’s dressing room before he does and you wait patiently. It only takes a few minutes for him to get there, and when he does he beelines for you.
As he wraps his arms around you and your babies, you say, “That was wonderful, Harry. You were perfect out there.”
“Yea? And what did these two ladies think?” He asks as he takes them both into his arms, settling a pup on each hip.”
“They loved it. Couldn’t look away. I think your uncle took more videos of them than you.”
“Good, that’s what I want to see,” he replies with a smile.
More family and friends filter in, congratulating Harry on a great opening night, until finally things start to calm again.
“Time to get my girls home and in bed,” Harry says, and the four of you make your way to the car that’s waiting.
You know Harry must be tired, considering he basically ran a marathon around that stage. But still, he stays completely focused on the bedtime routine, giving your daughters all his attention and love.
And even though he should be resting his voice, he reads them a story and sings lullabies for them, just as he’s done every night since they were born.
Once they’re down and you and Harry have showered and gotten into bed you reflect on the night. And though it was tiring, and long, you can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow.
Because a crazy life is worth living, so long as it’s filled with love. And with Harry and your pups, love is all you’ll ever know, no matter where you are.
Summary: Ever since he was a little kid, all Harry has ever wanted was to be a fashion designer. But with the boss that he has had the displeasure of working for, he is convinced that the only way to get to the position that he wants is to endure him for as long as it takes to make his little boy dreams finally come true.
Prompt 104: alpha harry is omega ceo louis’ assistant
Writer: g0ldsfake on AO3 and BLOUBIRDSHONEY on Twitter
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Word Count: 31k
Summary: 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.
Summary: Prompt 75: harry is trying to help louis to fall in love with other and in the process they fall in love
“You're… you're friends with…” Louis was surprised that Harry hadn't cut him off yet. At this point, most people would have been tired of waiting for him to finish his sentence. They would have cut him off, guessing where he was going. Not Harry, Harry just waited patiently with inquiring eyes. “With… Michael,” Louis just ended up bringing it up rather irrelevantly. The topic of friendship was as close enough as a smooth conversation as he was going to get, he supposed.
“What Michael?” Harry looked confused. This wasn't the reaction Louis was expecting.
“Alpha… Alpha Michael… The-the printing tech,” he realised as he said this he'd never learned his last name.
“Oh, yeah,” thankfully Harry seemed to know who he was talking about. “Yeah I am. Why, You like him or something?” there was a hint of sarcasm in that, like it was supposed to be a joke. Except it was spot on.
“Erm…”
Harry was still smiling, but something had slipped away from his face, Louis could tell. His eyes had dimmed slightly.
“Of course you do”
Summary: Prompt 6: Harry and Louis are friends who sometimes hook up when they are drunk. Louis realizes he is pregnant informs Harry that he wants an abortion. Harry, who has always wanted a child, tries to dissuade Louis and it gets messy. They hopefully figure things out together.
