Additional Tags: #Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, #Alpha Harry, #Omega Louis, #Soulmates, #Strangers to Lovers, #Neighbors, #Louis wears a pink hearing aid, #Smut, #Size Difference, #Size Kink, #Louis is 5'1, #Harry is 6'5
Summary: Harry can't sleep because the cat next door won't stop meowing. He goes over to confront its owner, things go surprisingly well, and the cat ends up being the cutest thing that he's ever seen.
Well, besides its omega owner.A love story quickly blossoms.
Summary: "You belong to nobody else but me, asphodel."
Ezekiel 28:13 - For Lucifer has been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was his covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of his tabrets and of his pipes was prepared in him in the day that he was created.
Your Touch Is The Only Thing I Feel by 2tiedships2 (15,979)
Summary: Liam. Liam was finally here. Louis kept his eyes closed and cuddled farther into Liam’s side, revelling in the pheromones Louis’ body desperately needed. He wasn’t sure how long Liam had been holding him, but Louis figured it had to have been at least an hour by the way his body had loosened. The need of an alpha’s touch seemed to have been temporarily lifted from his mind.
Louis listened to the sounds of the pub around him. It was louder than before he had fallen asleep and he briefly wondered why Liam hadn’t just woken him to go back to their flat.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Louis’ eyes flew open at the sound of Niall’s voice, and the arm that had been around Louis shoulders lifted in the same instant. He missed the warmth immediately.
Louis looked from Niall’s stormy face over to the person who was definitely not Liam. The alpha Liam impersonator, who smelled a lot better than the actual Liam now that Louis was alert, looked back at Louis with wide eyes and familiar furrowed brows.
Or the one where Louis refuses to settle for just any alpha despite intense touch deprivation. Fortunately Harry isn't just any alpha.
never coming home by rainbowsandgucci (8,778)
Additional Tags: #Alternate Universe - Dystopia, #Dystopia, #Rebellion, #Revolution, #War, #petnames, #Happy Ending, #Harry and Louis are the leaders of the rebellion, #Crying, #Angst, #Fluff, #Marriage, #Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
Summary: “You alright love?”
Louis sighs, and nods, still keeping his head rested on Harry’s shoulder. “Yeah, better now that we’re here.”
Harry smiles then, just a little, and reaches his left hand over to grab Louis’ left as well, so their rose and dagger tattoos that they’d both gotten at the start of the Revolution are showing.
“Always better together, my Honeyed Dagger.”
Louis huffs out a quiet laugh, and squeezes Harry’s hand. “Let’s go to bed, Cyanide Rose.”
Later, after the lantern has been blown out and their emotions have been sated, Louis presses a kiss to Harry’s chest, and whispers into the darkness. “What if you hadn’t come home?”
Harry’s quiet for awhile, before finally squeezing Louis just a little bit closer to him, and whispering back, “Then you know where to find me.”
When Lauren is met with everyone either nodding their heads or shrugging, she takes a deep breath. “I mean, I think it’s pretty obvious by now.” She stalls, sounding ominous and Louis doesn’t like it one bit.
“What is obvious by now?” Louis asks. He’s starting getting anxious. “I swear to God, spit it out. Stop being so damn cryptic.”
“I—We think it’s pretty obvious that you’re in love with Harry,” she states simply and shrugs as if she isn’t telling him he’s in love with the second—Nick being the first—most annoying person on the planet.
or, a college au where Louis knows how to hold a grudge and is definitely not in love with Harry Styles
Summary: “I hate frats,” Louis repeats for what feels like the millionth time.
“Yes, I’ve heard, once or twice or every day for the past three years,” Liam says. His careful tone reminds Louis of how his mom always sounds when one of his siblings is on the brink of a tantrum.
Louis glances speculatively at Liam’s frat brothers, who are still huddled together and chatting, with the exception of the one who’s looking in Louis’ direction. Maybe Louis shouldn’t rule out a tantrum. While making a scene wouldn’t actually free him from fraternity nonsense in the future, it would at least be entertaining.
AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.
if you gave me a chance (i would take it) by lacylou (4,232)
Summary: Based on the prompt; harry makes a cheating prank on his little louis and louis is literally cries his eyes out and later on they have a very sweet makeout session bcos harry feels ‘guilty’ for making his baby so upset ouch!
Queen of Arizella by seducedbycurls *WIP* (133,387)
Summary: Stealing from Royalty is punishable by death.
Louis starts over, doing his best to keep his hands at his sides
but he is hungry and he tries stealing from the wrong Royal.
Harry is King of Arizella, he needs a Queen and who better than an omega on the run from death?
Louis will learn to become the perfect Queen -the perfect fake Queen, but only for a few months.
A fake lover, a fake Queen, but a real bond.
Love in a Blue and Green Corner by thecheshirepussycat *WIP* (22,114)
Summary: Harry Styles is an amateur boxer living with his high school sweetheart, Louis Tomlinson, both of them trying to pay the bills and realize their dreams. A lot changes when Harry gets a shot at going pro and living the high life, giving Louis a chance to live a dream he never knew he had. Through all of the hectic new things coming their way, the one thing they can always count on to stay strong is the love they have for each other.
"Evening," the stranger said, stepping out from the shadows.
Eggsy lowered his bow warily and tipped his head towards the man. He was radiantly beautiful, Eggsy noticed, tall and dressed in a sinfully tight suit that screamed wealth.
"Don't stop on my account," the man said, gesturing that he should continue.
Eggsy frowned slightly, but straightened his spine and resumed playing. The strings of his violin sang beneath his bow as Eggsy settled into a familiar song. The stranger's eyes drifted shut. He listened appreciatively for several minutes before speaking again.
Without bothering to open his eyes, he said, "Boy, let me tell you what."
Eggsy faltered at the ice that had seeped into the man's tone, but he continued to play.
"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too. And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you."
At that, Eggsy stopped playing. His brow furrowed as he stared up at the man.
"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due. I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, because I think I'm better than you."
Confusion and indignation battled within Eggsy's chest before he settled on the latter. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He asked, curling his lip in distaste.
"I rather thought I'd made it clear. I'm the Devil," the man said. "Lucifer, if you prefer. I'll admit, though, I'm quite partial to the name Harry."
Eggsy stared at him in disbelief.
"So," Harry continued casually, as if he hadn't just made the claim that he was the actual devil, "Do we have a deal? A gold fiddle against your soul."
Eggsy opened his mouth to refuse the (clearly mad) man, but hesitated. If he really was just bonkers, what harm could it do? And if not… the kind of money he could get selling something like that would be enough to get his Mum and Daisy out from underneath Dean's thumb once and for all. He made his decision.
"M'name's Eggsy," he said, "And it might be a sin, but I'll take your bet; you're gonna regret it, though, 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Harry smiled wickedly and waved his hand. A beautifully crafted maple wood violin appeared at his feet. Another small gesture, and it floated up to his hand. Eggsy gaped.
"Shall we, then?"
He rosined his bow and settled his violin in place beneath his chin. The setting sun's rays reflected across his strings setting fire to his fingertips. The first pull of his bow released an evil sounding hiss that echoed through the now empty streets. There was a rumble and the ground split. From the crevice rose three faceless entities, draped in black, each holding an instrument.
The Devil began to play.
His music was wild and intoxicating and it drew Eggsy in. The wind seemed to grow stronger, whipping Harry's hair out of it's carefully styled coif. And he played on. As his fingers danced, the violin emitted notes that shouldn't have been possible. The band of demons behind him played the counter point to his melody.
It was very nearly the best violin playing Eggsy had ever heard. Second only to one, in fact.
All too soon, the performance was over. The demons sank back into the earth, as if they'd never been there at all, and the wind settled into a gentle breeze. Harry looked at Eggsy expectantly.
Eggsy squared his shoulders and smirked. "Well, you're pretty good, bruv, but why don't you take a seat, and I'll show you how it's done." He carefully rosined his bow string, then held his violin aloft.
Eggsy didn't choose a piece; rather, he played by instinct, using the itch in his fingertips and emotions on his sleeve to harvest raw beauty from the strings. His eyes fell shut just as the world around him fell silent. It seemed as though even the wind would hold its breath to hear him play.
Each note bore a brilliance of it's own whilst still blending seamlessly into the next. Eggsy played until his neck ached and his fingers felt like they were bleeding. A final, piercing note rang out, and the song was over.
The Devil clapped slowly and advanced on Eggsy like he was prey. He held his hands out, and where before there was air, there now lay a golden violin. Harry placed it at Eggsy's feet.
"It seems you've bested me," Harry said, not sounding terribly disappointed.
Eggsy inclined his head. "Come on back, if you ever wanna try again. I told you once, Haz, I'm the best there's ever been."
The Devil smiled, and his eyes dance with amusement. "I suspect this isn't the last I'll see of you, Eggsy." He took a single step back, and was gone.
Genre- One-Shot
Pairing- Devil!Harry x Assassin!Vampire!Y/n
Warnings- An assassination, Curse words(dunno really), blood, a dumb slodier. (none other that I can see but please tell me if I left any!)
Word Count-2.1k (2,157)
A/n- Welcome this new pair! This has been in my drafts since forever and I just did not know how to continue but here it is! Enjoyyy!
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Uneasy.
It’s something he has been feeling all day, especially because it’s almost the time when his fiancé will be leaving for her new and small mission.
Both of them had worked together on speaking their feelings out yet here he is, downing the left over whisky in the glass before pouring in some more of it for another round.
“A penny for y’ thoughts?” Y/n playfully peeked inside the room with a messy smile spread across her lips, muttering, “no”, in a stern, rough and low voice to herself later on, clearly mimicking the devil’s voice who is sitting with slumped shoulders a couple feet away.
In a flash she was standing right where another chair was settled beside him, it being kicked away because she wanted to stand there and if she’ll lower down, it’ll be on her knees because chair will still make her taller than him.
Her cold hands gently massaged the crease from his hot forehead away and went to his chin, tilting his face up till his eyes had to meet hers.
“What’s wrong?”, she asked, shifting on her knees just in case she’s hurting his neck or had shifted it in an uncomfortable position.
"Y' sure y’ wanna do it?" he asked for the 21st time in two hours, yes Y/n has been counting, you caught her. She took a deep breath and looked at him with a 'wanna say it again?' look, standing up to put on the heels whose straps she had hanging down from her fingers, just like one controls the moppets with the strings’ ends connected to it and other ends wrapped around their fingers.
He has been pacing all around her since she first sat down in front of the mirror to do her makeup, spilling compliments and concern but it was yet for him to spill what his guts were screaming, even when she has finished dressing up, too.
It was him who had snatched the letter out of her mail box before entering in to keep up with their tradition of fighting with daggers every Saturday. It was him who had forgotten to give it to her as soon as the tip of her dagger had torn down the thin material of his see though white shirt. It was him who had read it later when the name of that king had stabbed his eyes, even if he shouldn’t have. And it was him who had truthfully told her about his sneak and handed her the letter and it was him only, who had been restricted from touching her for days.
Y/n had reassured him that she’ll be safe and even though she knows that he knows so, she still performed all of the techniques he has ever taught her, skillfully, like a maestro.
Harry had requested her to start easy and regretted it right after she stated that she’ll start by stealing the vampire prince into a hallway.
He stood up, dragging his feet till her and grabbed the sides of neck, pulling her in for a kiss and tied the ropes of her cloak for her.
"I've been doing this for years my love, I'll be alright", y/n kissed his forehead before pecking his lips again, muttering, “I love you”, very softly, almost inaudible.
When she didn’t hear the reply immediately, she decided to use it against him tonight just for a small play but just when she walked two steps away from him and nearer to the exit, she was snatched back into his hard chest, the chest which protected her heart in his ribs, and was peppered in kisses by his slightly chapped ones.
"Gonna do so well, icicle" he mumbled, pecking her stretched in a wide smile lips and automatically copied it, continuing, "I love you" and pecked her lips once again.
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Entering the hall, she was immediately welcomed by a drumroll formed by many innocent heart's beats, among which there was the one which is beating in an evil rhythm. “Knew you wouldn’t ditch me, Y/n” a masculine voice went in her ear and out the other.
“Couldn’t do that to man like you, Albert” she whispered back, mocking him indirectly with a ‘man’ but she knows he’s complimented -according to his self- and she wished he could meet Harry to see what a real man is, still, Harry’s too good to be seen by just any pair of eyes, let alone his.
Chuckling in a faked hoarse voice, he cleared his throat and placed one of his hands on his back and other one on the small of hers, leading both of them the way till the stairs.
Sending a wink his way she unwrapped her hands from in front of her chest while studying all the places where a soldier or two are positioned as she walked with him.
And Harry found that really evil ..well ...hot, more like.
Grabbing a flute of champagne, she continued absorbing all the placements like a sponge, also sipping on -surprisingly- good drink while hoping to finish this quickly so that she will get her reward earlier.
“Thank you for joining us here, everyone! Please do us a favour of decorating the whole hall by helping us with starting the ball!” an old pal, probably the king and Albert's father, announced in a not so fancy way while raising his flute to cheer, followed by all the couples the next second.
Y/n isn’t dumb, she did see that fake glint in his eyes. Twist, she thought and both of her irises went pure black, a shining star in the middle of them which glinted like Harry’s demon, a side of y/n which no one will ever curse even their enemy to see.
“May I?” Albert asked, bowing down lightly while offering Y/n his rough hand to accept, raising his thick eyebrows and silently pleading for her to say yes with his bright eyes.
Shifting her gaze, she looked directly at the moon through the roof-to-floor glass window, knowing he is also looking at her, and her lips twitched at the thought of him watching this scene unroll with a cute pout on his face.
She blinked her eyes quite slowly as if reassuring him.
Y/n focused back on Albert -who was starting to get chilly because of the coldness she has wrapped around her like a blanket, as if she doesn’t have any body warmth- and placed soft and master of a hand in his’, swaying further into the middle, having full idea of a how they will be on the outline in no longer than an hour.
“You look gorgeous” Albert muttered in her ear, one hand on her waist and another one weaved with hers; having absolutely no clue about a devil smirking down on him, finding him funny because he knows only he can have her like Albert currently wants to and Y/n isn’t surprised that her hands are still cold.
Only Harry can keep her warm and Y/n is only warm with him.
Moving her feet, she wanted to be back in hell with Harry and have a better ball than this, over there to celebrate her yet another success while having her head well rested on his broad and comfortable shoulder as they would dance the night away, waiting impatiently for the teasing they’ve been showing each-other to get over.
Albert doesn’t miss the way her body’s stiff and she hasn’t rested her head on his shoulder, like other ladies have on their partner’.
Humming in response she glanced towards the hallway right two feet down them, swaying in that direction and pushing him in to lead her till the end and seeing nothing else but having his mouth all over her body, he grabbed her hand and pulled her along till the desired destiny with slightly shaky legs and a greedy and dumb mind.
Her heels clicked on the floor as she rolled her eyes at him, praying that Harry is watching her and not busy in preparing himself to rush down to turn this rat’s bones into dust.
As she noticed that they are close enough, she professionally turned him around and slammed his surprisingly weak frame on the marble wall with her one hand wrapped around his throat and her thumb rested on his bobbing Adam’s apple, the other hand came out from behind her back and instantly found it’s way in his chest.
The problem is that it’s not only her hand which is in his panting chest, it’s her hand paired with a dagger hand in his chest.
Wide eyed, he panted, bullets of sweat already drenching his gelled blond hair and drowning all of his vampire and fighting skills; fucking new-bie.
“I’m here to dagger and rip that heart out from inside of the chest of yours, of a walking poison.
I’m also known as an assassin.” she winked and brought her hand to her side, oops-ily, her dagger too...with his heart dancing on it’s tip, too, and smiled in victory when he dropped dead on the earlier stainless floor, cause now, his blood is staining it.
Turning the dagger up-side down she caught his heart in her other hand and wrapped her fingers tightly around the no longer beating heart, squeezing it and dropping it right on his balls, she chuckled but stiffened as she inhaled another breath.
The moment was disturbed by a silent breathing and she enchantingly turned around, running off into the hallway on her right when she saw a soldier with a forearm-long rod, who also ran after her with heavily stomping feet.
She remembers about her vamp speed but she has a dagger half his rod’s size and if she nears him, she’s as if blacking herself out though she has her own techniques.
Wait! She’s skilled for moments like this!
Y/n abruptly stopped and turned around with a sly grin, laughing at her own stupid self.
Harry on the other hand was almost out of his room when he saw the moment and also giggled, feeling sorry for the soldier.
The soldier frowned, slightly intimidated by the woman standing in front of him, laughing the most humourless he’s ever heard but for her the humour was too much to handle and his face was a cherry on top.
“Ah, okay. I apologize.” she calmed down, hands on sides as if kept on a table and took a deep breath, trying her best to not laugh at the dumb soldier seeing he could’ve killed her or at least knocked her off by now.
“Yeah so. You’re running after me for?” she asked, a grin so wide to stop her laugh adorning her face like a dam stopping water which broke when she saw his reaction when the realization hit him.
“You.” He gritted and tightened his grip on the rod, not knowing why his hands are sweating like mad and helping the rod in slipping out.
Deciding to not tie his limbs together already, she ran in her human form, to keep it fair.
The soldier didn’t even call for any of his fellas and she was sure the family is thinking his son is laying with a woman, well he is laying ...only dead on the floor and with his own nasty blood.
Running and running she knew she’s nearing an open area when she felt the air get colder, which made her smile. Y/n liked a cold feeling, just not when she’s with Harry.
Though when she heard the witch’s chanting, she knew Harry’s coming, probably to stop her from killing a loyal and on duty soldier, so she turned to her right and stuck straight to the cool wall.
And a cracking sound of a bone reached and pleasured ear as she broke his ankle when he turned to follow her path, fucking dumbarse.
Carrying her dress up till her knees, in a woosh she was snuggled in his strong and long arms. Wincing when she realized her bun is untied -probably due to the rapid moving of her head from back to front, again and again- when she moved to kiss his lips.
Chuckling, he moved his arms and cupped her chilly face in his warm palms, wiping away the splatter of blood from her chest and pecked her lips multiple times before tying his tongue with hers.
“I’m dazzled, once again, by the way y’ dagger hearts, by the way y’ look while choking it’s pulse, by your skills and obviously by you.” he praised her when they were back in their room.
Noticing her attention was somewhere else and before he could follow her line of sight, she grinned.
“Actually, these pearls are looking better on you than me, wear them to the ball please.”
Taking a deep breath in, he started removing her jewelry, “let’s get the blood off of you, shall we now?”
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Genre- One-Shoty Blurb
Pairing- Devil!Harry x Assassin!Vampire!Y/n
Word Count- 1.2k
Warnings- Slight smut, a wound and fluff! [please tell me if there’s anything else which needs to be warned about! <3]
A/n- I finally cracked out of my ‘writers block’ a little, so here the fourth fic for ‘Fics-mas for Xmas’!! Only two more pairings are left ah! But n e ways, hope you enjoy!!
The left corner of his plump lips quirked up in victory as he passed y/n his warm hand, his almond eyes narrowing down to contribute to the smugness he’s even exhaling out. Though, his limb flew to the side when her cold hand slapped it away from where he situated it in front of her face and went back to lay palm down to the ground, supporting her body till it stands back up on its feet.
“You’ve got how to do it, now just polish it,” Harry stated, referring to the technique with a small frown on his face while his eyes were filled with pride. He knew that she appreciated his statement when her hand came and brushed his knuckles before intertwining with his hand which dangled down from the shoulder she was walking on the side of.
Only when they started to walk did y/n realize that she still had the arrow which scraped the side of her waist in the hand that was fisted above the flesh, protecting it from the dirt-filled air, seeing they stood in a barren field. The arrow pointing in the direction they are walking towards. “Are you gonna want it back or I can keep it?”, she asked him. A gaze of adoration fixed on the weapon.
“Keep it clutched just like that. You’ll need it, sooner or later,”.
The assassin has no idea what to take it as; a piece of advice or just a sarcastic comment.
An ear-piercing loud yell filled the void and she tugged harshly on Harry’s arm, making him fall down to his knees. Just as the sound of a sword slicing the air filled her ears, she crouched down and punched her fist with the arrow in the body’s knee pit. And soon, a pule was heard but before y/n could stand up to twist the person’s neck, the body disappeared in the air, almost as if it turned to stardust and fell down, mixing in with the dry sand.
Involuntarily, her guards had rose up.
As much as she wanted to whine out in pain, she turned to her side, to catch a glimpse of him. “I love your memory power, icicle,” he told her before he planned to get comfortable and sat down on the dry land with his long legs crossed, watching her follow his actions with a face coated with confusion.
Harry leaned in to kiss the vampire’s cold forehead. The longer his lips lingered on her skin, the lesser the span of her view got, her eyes shutting down slowly and merrily. His eyes shut themselves as well as the witch on the other side muttered a chant, bringing both of them back in their open room. Just as merrily she had closed her eyes, she opened them when she felt the sun’s warmth on her skin and the soft skin of his lips detach themselves away from her hard forehead.
He’s sitting in front of her, watching the way her skin started shimmering in the sunlight, not being aware of the sly and lazy smile pulling upon his lips and across his face. Only coming back to reality when she poked his dimple.
“Let me thank you for teaching me that technique, please,” she mumbled out before her mind could process the meaning of the wordings her tongue had tied together to from a sentence. But a sleek lace of lust glossed up her eyes when he nodded in allowance.
Her hands crawled up his chest, fisting the crisp material of the button-up shirt which peeked from beneath his straight black suit, a material so thin that the prying eyes could easily get a glance of his tattered skin under it, if glanced at for longer than y/n would allow. Pushing him back with slight force, her eyes absorbed the way his now suddenly light frame bounced up and down a little on the soft mattress, showing her that the force she pushed him with, wasn’t that light after all.
Both of their eyes were pure black by now, his burning with love and lust, and her frozen with the same. Love and lust. ‘
Y/n raised her leg up and situated it beside his right hip, but when her left one was midway, her torso automatically bent down and her face got muffled in his chest whilst her hands went to clutch at her waist. Seems like the scrape wasn’t just a scrape at last. The very low cry that escaped past her parted lips was aimed to be engulfed right inside the hard but warm chest, but by the looks of it, it didn’t, as the once manspreading Harry was now crouching beside her, pushing the loose strands of her hair behind her ear to get a glance of her face.
A face that was pinched up in pain, he saw. Harry immediately got off and ran to open the bathroom door and returned back at the same speed if not faster. “I’m so sorry icicle,” he whispered before he turned her body around and picked her bridal style, carrying her to the bathroom while she continued trying to quiet down her groans.
He sat her down on the toilet seat and raised up her plain and cotton, black tee, frowning when his eyes set at the sight of her wound. “Fuck, I can’t believe I used the wrong one,” he hissed as he saw a blue colour covering up the wound. In an instant, he had his first aid kit beside his knee, and a mug full of water awaited on the other side. He dipped the cotton ball in the cold water and rubbed it against the wound, the blue coming off and shifting itself into the white fiber instead.
He remembers taking the pure arrows and not the poisoned ones ...in hurry.
Y/n thanked her fate for not making her human because she knows it would’ve hurt like bitch if she was one. Being a vampire lowered the pain, enough to prevent her from wailing or lashing out but not to stop her from drawing out blood from how hard she bit down on her lip.
“Just a little more icicle,” Harry said with squinted eyes, calming down when he felt her massage his shoulder and felt his panic soothing down.
A yelp from y/n and they were back on the bed. He clutched her to his chest while being sure not to put any weight over her currently overly sensitive area. “I’m so sorry,” he whimpered, kissing her hairline countless times. ‘I got so scared, thought I’d lose you’.
He realized he had said it out loud rather than thinking it when her voice reached his ears, singing a lullaby to them and drying away the tears by just the melody. “You’ll never lose me. You’ll always win me,”. He just pulled her impossibly closer, the fire within his chest had gotten too hot for only his body to handle, so why not he just share it with her cold one?
“Talk it out, devil,” she whispered, shifting up and looking up at him before continuing, “Just know that, if brought to reality, I’d burn and freeze with you. That I’m never leaving you alone,”.
Louis sold his soul to the Devil when he was sixteen, tear-stained and miserable, grief wracking his body as the doctors told him his mother had days to live. Lucifer prefers to go by the name Harry, wears Louis’ soul around his neck as a pendant, and spends the next five years following him around.
