Absolutely insane to me that both Lestat and Armand could be such caring parents, but their respective mommy/daddy issues make them believe that they're competing with their own child (or stepchild lol) for their spouse's love 😭😭😭
Louis, meanwhile, who never got along with either of his parents (and CERTAINLY never had a Freudian relationship with them), is like "omg a baby!!! 😍 let's make one of our own 😘👨🍼"
And both Lestat and Armand are like "must you make another opponent for me to fight? 😭"
all the aus reacting to y/n giving them flowers (including Jack n joe)
— bouquets and bouquets of flowers
— alien!harry
y/n looked around as she entered her home, closing the door behind her while also putting her bag on the floor. she was holding a bouquet of flowers that she bought while driving back home, which were specifically for harry.
“you’re home!”
y/n jumped a bit and chuckled softly when she saw harry now in front of her, letting out a small ‘umph’ when he hugged her tightly. she hugged him back and gave him a small pat on the back as well before pulling back, handing him the flowers.
“for you.” she smiled softly. “saw some on the drive home and figured you’d like them.”
harry’s cheeks grew warm, smiling as he took the flowers.
“thank you.”
— nerd!harry
y/n rang harry’s doorbell, standing on his doorstep as she waited for him to open the door. she tapped her foot against the ground a bit, peeking through the small sliver of glass at the sides of his door to see if anyone was inside.
she then stood up straight when she saw the doorknob twist, smiling a bit.
“hi! so sorry, i was cleaning.” harry smiled as he opened the door, making y/n’s smile grow bigger. “what brings you here?” he chuckled softly and she shrugged.
“wanted to surprise you.” she said and handed him the bouquet of flowers in her hand, making him laugh a bit.
“thank you, they’re really pretty.” he admired the flowers. “come in, come in.”
— fairy!harry
“you could put them in your house.” y/n smiled as harry held the bouquet of flowers in his hand that she gave him. he laughed and nudged her side, admiring the flowers.
“shut up.” he mumbled, cheeks warm and pink. they would never fit in his house considering how, well, it was a dollhouse for whenever he turned small.
“do you like them?”
“of course i do! they’re so pretty, i love them.”
- spellcaster!harry
“harry! look!”
harry got up from bed when he heard y/n call his name from the kitchen, nearly slipping while walking quickly since he had socks on. he walked into the kitchen and his eyes widened a bit when he saw her with his wand in her hand, although smiled upon seeing the smile on her face.
“i made flowers appear. see?” she smiled and held up a bouquet of flowers that came out of nowhere.
well, it may have disappeared from some random person’s flower shop, but who cares, right?
“how?”
“magic.” she shrugged and harry laughed, wrapping his arms around y/n’s waist when she took a flower and tucked it behind his ear.
— drummer!harry
got you some flowers, thought they were nice. hope you like them. :)
love, y/n.
harry held the small card that came along with the bouquet of flowers y/n had gotten harry. harry’s cheeks were warm and he gulped quietly, taking the flowers up to his nose to give them a small sniff, the floral scent going up his nose.
she got him flowers.
no one’s done that for him before.
— frat boy!harry
y/n smiled when she saw the flowers she had gotten for harry sitting in a vase that was full of water, sat on the coffee table in the living room. harry had called her over and it was about 6 p.m. she walked past the living room and headed to harry’s room, knocking before entering.
“didn’t hear you come in.” harry chuckled softly and got up from the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist.
he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, smiling a bit.
he kept the flowers.
— soft dom!harry
“god, i love you.”
harry smiled up at y/n as she straddled his thighs, his hands on her hips. she was laughing and so was he, watching as she leaned over him and pressed her forehead to his.
she came over with a bouquet of flowers in her hands, which were laying on the bed beside them. the flowers smelled nice and they looked nice as well. y/n was kind of like a flower, or at least that’s what harry thought.
flowers were soft and delicate, but also bright and beautiful.
— dad!harry
“daddy, can i have one?” luke asked as he stood in front of harry, eyeing the bouquet of flowers in his hand. harry had let him smell them and he thought they were quite pretty and wanted one for himself.
y/n had gotten them for harry, handing them to him with a soft smile on her face as she did. while she was out doing errands and harry was at home, taking care of luke, she had passed by a small flower shop and decided to buy a bouquet to bring home.
“here.” harry took one out of the many, handing it to luke, who now had a big smile on his face.
y/n smiled softly as she stood behind the couch harry was sitting on, watching the two.
— doctor!harry
“hey, doctor.” y/n smiled as she walked into harry’s office, making him chuckle softly. she walked over to him and leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips, holding up the bouquet of flowers she had brought over here.
“hi.” he smiled and took the flowers, smelling them for a second. “what are these for?”
“nothing.” she shrugged. “just thought they were pretty. just like you.”
harry laughed at that and placed the flowers on his desk, getting up and wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning in to kiss her once more.
— mafia!harry
“hi, baby.” y/n smiled and pressed a kiss to harry’s cheek, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand. harry hummed and smiled a bit, returning the kiss by pressing one to her cheek back.
“got something for you.” she handed him the flowers and he chuckled softly, putting an arm around y/n’s waist as he held the bouquet.
it was kind of funny, really. it was funny because usually harry was this kind of intimidating and overall kind of scary guy and now he had gone all soft for his girlfriend. he would smile and blush whenever she complimented him, sometimes even begging for her to cuddle him.
“thank you, my love.” he murmured.
— asmrry
harry blushed as he took the flowers y/n was giving them, smelling them for a second. he smiled at the gesture, hearing her chuckle softly as she watched him.
“thank you. um,” he was flustered now, “they’re gorgeous, i love them.”
“i’m glad you like them.”
— archaeologist!louis
y/n smiled a bit as she walked into the bedroom, seeing the flowers she had gotten louis yesterday sitting in a clear glass vase. they were right beside the lego flowers he had made for her a while ago on valentine’s day, and she chuckled softly as she looked at the two.
she was dating a dork.
she loved him immensely.
— dad!louis
“ooh, she got you flowers.” cassia smiled as she looked at the bouquet of flowers in louis’ hand. he handed them to her with a soft chuckle leaving his lips and she smelled them, humming softly from the nice smell.
“dad?”
“hm?”
“do you love her? like, actually?”
“yeah… yeah, i do.”
— camboy!louis
y/n furrowed her brows a little as she looked closer at her laptop screen, watching louis’ stream. in the background, there was a vase that had flowers in it, and the flowers looked awfully similar to the ones she got him two days ago.
“fuck.” louis moaned softly as he pleasured himself and y/n looked back at his body, cheeks growing warm.
— skater boy!niall
“niall!” y/n called out, waving her arm as she looked at niall from a distance. she was at the skate park he always went to, holding her own skateboard and a bouquet of flowers she bought for him.
niall smiled as he walked over to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“hi.” she smiled softly.
“hi.” he chuckled and put his skateboard down on the ground, putting his hands on her sides.
“got you flowers.”
niall smiled, taking them.
“thanks, petal.”
— husband!niall
y/n chuckled softly when she walked into her home, seeing her youngest kid sitting on niall’s shoulders. she walked over to niall and pressed a kiss to his cheek, making him smile.
“what’s that, mumma?” her son asked as she handed niall a bouquet of flowers, holding onto niall’s head so he wouldn’t fall.
“flowers.” she smiled at him and brought her hand up, stroking his cheek.
“i love you.” niall murmured and pressed a kiss to y/n’s lips, making her smile.
— brother’s best friend!niall
y/n held the window open as niall came in through it, closing it quietly so no one in the house could hear. she kissed his cheek and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and taking the bouquet of flowers resting beside her.
“dunno’ if my brother is sleeping or not, so just be careful.” y/n looked up at niall and he hummed, leaning down to kiss her lips softly.
“anyway, i got you flowers.” she smiled and handed him the bouquet, making him chuckle.
she let out a small squeak when he pushed her down onto the bed, getting on top of her while pressing kisses all over her face.
“you’re amazing.”
— vampire!zayn
“i got you flowers.”
zayn’s lips parted when y/n handed him a bouquet of red roses, taking them from her. this was kind of weird. he hadn’t received flowers in, well, years. it felt nice though, receiving them. it was simple yet he liked. he wasn’t sure if it was because he hadn’t gotten any in a while or because he had a soft spot for y/n, either way though, he liked the flowers.
“oh, um, thank you.” he said softly and y/n smiled brightly.
— tattoo artist!zayn
“are these for me?” zayn chuckled softly as he looked down at the flowers in y/n’s hand, watching her nod with a smile on her face.
she was coming in to get another tattoo today, and he always tattooed her.
“‘course. for my favorite tattoo artist.”
zayn laughed and took the flowers, taking her over to his station.
— joe
joe stood beside y/n as he watched her buy a bouquet of flowers. he assumed she was buying them for herself and looked around the small shop, admiring all the different kinds of flowers. it smelled nice too, which was great.
“hey, here.” y/n nudged him lightly, handing him the bouquet she just bought.
“oh, they’re for me?”
“of course.” she chuckled. “c’mon, let’s go.”
— jack
“your hands are cold.” jack murmured as y/n tucked a flower behind his ear.
y/n chuckled softly and placed her apparently cold hand on his cheek, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. she was sat on his lap with the bouquet of flowers she had gotten for him resting in between them.
“do you like them?” she asked him softly, referring to the flowers.
a/n :: hello me louiessssss! i'm excited to share my first little story with you! i started writing about him, and just couldn't stop. i really hope you enjoy this little something i came up with.
The nightstand clock announces it's past midnight. I can hear the wind billowing outside, pouring rain spattering the glass windows. I’m still dazed, lost in the fog of recent sleep, when I palm the left side of the bed, searching for Louis’ body, only to find it cold as if he’d gone up, and left hours ago. I look around, suddenly alert, the room eerily quiet. The baby monitor on my nightstand was gone, too.
This was odd.
I slip out of the comfort of my warm sheets, put on my white silk robe, and stand up, the chilled wooden floor making me shiver. He must have left a window open, but, before I checked which one, I needed to make sure the baby was okay. She should be sound asleep, considering that no siren sounds echoing can be heard through the house. Even so, I have to see her little face if I want some peace of mind when I go about looking for my silly-head husband.
Nearing the nursery room, I started hearing a soft humming. I would recognise that voice anywhere. One thing about Louis that I love very much is that he’s always humming something. It can be irritating, for sure, but cute all the same. Endearing.
At first, I couldn't quite decipher which song he was humming, then, finally, I heard it, and my heart melted.
Joanna was huddled on his bare chest. He was singing her the song that she was named after. The song I was screaming my lungs out when we met at the pub all those years ago. Our song. I would blame it all on the hormones, but I felt myself get teary. Seeing Louis with his daughter was magical, the tenderness, how his blue eyes would light up when she went for his hair, tugging, and then laughing when he would say “ouch”. Pure love could be witnessed when he held her. When he called her kitten, darling, and poppet.
With arms crossed on my chest, I leaned against the threshold, just watching them. Watching him singing, in a low voice, ‘Little Joanna’ to our baby girl.
“Yeh mama loves this one, baby,” He says then, nosing the top of her soft head, the little blond hairs starting to sprout there. “Little Joanna’s got big blue eyes… Yeh got them from me,” A little laugh slips, “I could die lying in her arms, where castles are made of sand, we start to dance, but only the music is bleeding when crickets replace the band… She will always be my sunkissed trampoline, she goes up and down in my heart, turned it to jellybeans, and I'm starting to believe that danger's never near
when Joanna is here”
“I do love that one,” I whisper, and he looks up at me, a bright smile shining on his face. He could power an entire city, an entire country, just with that smile. “Go on, don’t let me get in the way.”
“Nonsense,” With a headshake, he invites me close, one arm keeping the half-asleep baby in place, and the other wrapping around my shoulders. “She started crying, didn’t wan’ t’wake yeh up, you look too pretty when all relaxed out.”
“We’re already married, we’ve got a baby,” It’s a half-joke. “No need to keep buttering me, ‘m yours.”
Louis presses his lips to my temple, “I’ll keep buttering you f’t’rest of me life, sweets.”
“I’ll hold you to your promise.”
Jo makes a fussing sound, little chubby hands going to clutch his hair, jealous that she didn’t have all of his attention to herself. I just knew she’d grow up to be the biggest daddy’s girl in the whole world, and, honestly, no one could hold her accountable. He started singing again, lulling her back to the sleep she needed. Only half an hour later, we went back to our bedroom.
I'd long forgot about the open window, his warm body snug to mine, one tattooed arm around my waist. Louis started humming the song again, singing me to sleep too. And the very last thought before drifting back to sleep is that, when he’s home, I know what true happiness tastes like, I feel it in my bones. I feel it in my soul. It’s love that can’t be put to words.
Relationships: Harry/Louis. Past Louis/Original Male Character.
Summary: The thing is, Louis wasn’t meant to exist without Aaron. They’d grown up together and into each other. Forged together by pain and trials they were too young to deal with. Forged by love too of course, an absolute fuckton of the stuff. Melded together until they were two halves of a whole. Now, Louis just feels like half a person.
Or, the one where Louis' pretty sure he's already loved and lost his soulmate, and then he meets Harry.
Harry runs the police station’s K-9 unit and Louis is a single father to a newborn and has a few things to figure out. Or Harry and Louis with puppies and babies.
how does dad!niall, dad!louis and dad!harry celebrate father's day?
i imagine they all stay at home to be with y/n and the kids 🫂 niall’s kids make him a card and maybe he struggles with reading it a bit because of the kids’ bad handwriting, but he still laughs and hugs them, thanking them for the card. he also spends a lot of his time with y/n, telling her that she was a great mom too whenever she told him he was a great dad 🫶 dad!louis definitely calls y/n over so she, louis, and cassia can all spend the day together. he maybe even tears up a little whenever y/n tells him he’s doing great raising cassia all by himself, but always tries his hardest to hold back the tears. cassia definitely gives him something she made at night secretly after louis put her to bed, making sure it was perfect before giving it to him ☹️ and dad!harry probably plays with luke all day since luke thinks harry deserves to play since it’s father’s day, even though all they’re playing with are small little plastic foods and a kitchen 😓
“fuck.” y/n whimpered when louis thrusted into her just right and hit her sweets spot, digging her nails into his back. she threw her head back into the pillows, exposing her neck which gave louis a chance to press his lips to the skin there, kissing and sucking. he left a couple marks on her skin and kept his face buried in her neck, moaning and panting against her.
“you feel so fucking good.” he moaned softly, moaning even louder when she dragged her nails down his back.
