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Summary:

Louis was not a romantic. He never really dreamed of finding his soulmate. Definitely not like this. Never like this.

Harry was a romantic. He’d always dreamed of finding his soulmate. Just like this. Exactly like this.

An omegaverse, soulmate goose fic for the holidays

Notes:

Thank you so much to sjelaine for supporting this project! <3

This ficlet has not been betad in the interest of posting as soon as possible, so all mistakes are most definitely my own.

Laney, I hope this fic isn't too niche, but sometimes I just have to go where the inspiration strikes. Soulmate goose fics are a Thing in other fandoms and this is the year I discovered them because someone wrote one for our fandom! I'm kind of obsessed with them and now I've written my own <3

Jinny, thank you for bringing me the inspiration to write this one!

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Louis was not a romantic. 

He never really dreamed of finding his soulmate. Definitely not like this. Never like this.

 

 

 



 

“Don’t forget—”

“Christ, Louis. You don’t have to remind me every five minutes.”

Louis ignored his sister’s tone as he stepped further into her office. It looked like pink Christmas had chucked up all over it. “You need to be there at least thirty minutes before everyone arrives. I know we have Chris and Laur on setup, but you know it’ll all look different once it’s in person and not just on a screen.”

“Yes, I do know actually.” Lottie rolled her eyes. “And yes, I already know when to be there. You’re so stressed this time of year.”

Louis snorted. “Of course I’m stressed. Our holiday launch is important . The highlighters will sell themselves, but there’s so much competition with the bronzing drops and the lip plumping glosses. Do you think we should have added—”

His sister groaned before turning back to her laptop. “It’s too late to second guess ourselves now anyway. So just stop overthinking it.”

“There’s still a lot to think about though.” Louis found himself pacing across his co-founders’ pink faux fur rug. “The marketing and the launch party and—”

“What do you think of the sparkles in the logo?” Lottie interrupted, turning her laptop to face him. He glanced down at the bubble gum pink Lottie London Cosmetics logo on her screen. A few sparkle elements had been added to the one he was familiar with. 

“Looks current. I see that sparkle thing everywhere these days.”

“Mm.” Lottie tapped her long nails on her desk. “I suppose I’ll approve it for now for the American website at least. I was slightly concerned it was too much with the ornaments hanging off the logo, but those will only be there for the season. And we are known for a maximalist vibe.”

Lottie’s interruption had only let his mind rest for a moment. It was now back to logistics for tonight. “None of the influencers scheduled for the launch party have backed out, have they? We need to make sure they try the tinted lip peptides. We’ve stocked so many of those. Fuck, what if—”

“I’ve been assured that we’ve got a couple of big names coming tonight. Some Youtubers, some Tiktokers. I’m sure they’ll love the lip peptides.”

“But—”

“Bloody hell, you need to be knotted so bad.”

“Charlotte!”

“Well, you do.” Lottie shrugged.

Louis sniffed. “Just because you have a soulmate at home doesn’t mean I need one.”

“Fine. Settle for sex then. You need to relieve the tension somehow.”

“I don’t have time for random sex to relieve my stress. And I definitely don’t have time to look for a soulmate just so I can get a knot. You know what would relieve my stress—”

Lottie snorted. “I’ll be on time tonight.”

“Thank you.” Louis took a breath and headed towards the door.

“Oh, and Louis?”

He turned back to look at his sister. “Yes?”

“The tinted lip peptides are gonna fly off the shelves. Nothing to worry about.”

Louis smiled. “I’m sure you’re right.”

 

 

 

 

 

 



Lottie London’s holiday launch party was in full swing by the time Harry arrived at Urban Outfitters on Oxford Street. He checked his makeup one more time with the mirror in his compact before tossing it back into his bag and plastering on a smile.

Whilst he would prefer to be at home filming a review of the latest Lottie London lip product instead of being at a party, he didn’t mind industry events as long as he knew a few other influencers in the room. This was his job though, so he did try to be as professional as possible. 

As soon as he entered, Soph from Sophdoeslife waved at him from across the room, so he headed in her direction near a display of cheek products.

“Hiya, Sophdoes—er—”

“You were gonna call me Sophdoeslife right to my face?” Soph waved a blush stick at him.

“Yes.” Harry ran a hand through his curls. “I should know better, I know.”

“It’s fine. I’ll just call you Styles & Sparkle all night.”

“Actually, I prefer Mr. Sparkle.”

Soph held a hand over her mouth as she stifled a laugh. 

He knew he couldn’t just chat to Soph all night, but they stood out a bit in the YouTube beauty community as an alpha and a beta respectively. He was fairly certain every other person in this Urban Outfitters was an omega, so they naturally gravitated to one another in situations like this.

Soph slipped an arm through his. “Let’s go try the lip peptides. We need to see if they’re dupes for the Summer Fridays Lip Butter Balms.”

As Soph steered him towards a display, he noticed the Welsh twins were already there laughing, probably at one of their endless inside jokes. 

“Ah, Soph and Harry!” One of the twins waved them over. Harry couldn’t tell which one it was until he saw the eyebrow scar on Robert, who was currently sniffing one of the lip peptides.

“Congrats, Harry,” Robert said as he stopped his sniffing to speak. “Heard you hit a million on YouTube! Welcome to the club!”

Harry felt his face flush a bit. “Thanks. Just last week, actually.”

James Welsh held up one of the lip peptides. “Maybe more similar to the Ole Henrickson ones.”

“What are you on about?” Robert scoffed. “Can anyone even tell the difference between the Ole Henrickson balms and the Sunday Fridays balms?”

James pulled a face at his twin. “Some of us actually care about skin care? Some of us care what goes on our face?”

Robert jutted his front teeth out and rolled his eyes.

Harry and Soph just giggled until Soph’s laugh turned into a gasp as she reached out and grabbed Harry’s arm. “Oh my god. Don’t look but I think Louis Tomlinson is ogling Harry.”

Robert and James both whirled around to look in the direction Soph indicated. Soph groaned. “Why are you both the worst?”

James nodded his head. “Mm. Yep, yep. He’s definitely staring.”

Robert pushed his brother, who flailed back dramatically. “Maybe because you’re so obvious!”

“You looked as well!”

Harry was dying to turn around and look, but he kept his composure. “Louis Tomlinson? I assume he’s connected to Lottie then?”

“He's the co-founder of Lottie London,” James explained. “He handles a lot of the business side. They started the company together when she blew up on YouTube. Omega power couple except like not…because they’re siblings.”

“Ew.” Robert pretended to gag. “Why would you say it like that?”

“I didn’t mean to!”

“Do you think Frankie Darling’s freckles are fake?”

The three of them turned at Soph’s change of conversation and scanned the room for Frankie. The three of them contemplated for a moment as they watched Frankie sip a glass of champagne. 

“Maybe.”

“No.”

“Absolutely not.”

Everyone turned to Harry at his vehemence. He shrugged. “There’s not a freckle pen on the market that’s realistic looking.”

They all nodded in agreement that Frankie’s freckles must be one hundred percent real.

“I’ll have to talk to product development about our freckle pen.”

All four of them yelped in surprise that Lottie Tomlinson had turned up right behind them.

“Er—” Harry began.

“They’re fine, really! But—” Soph interrupted.

James clutched his chest as though still recovering from the scare.

“They’re kind of crap actually,” Robert said. “But as Harry said, they all are, so.”

“I actually didn’t interrupt to talk about our freckle pen,” Lottie smiled. “Although I really will have a talk with someone about ours now. I actually wanted to talk to Harry about something.”

“Oh!” Soph nodded, backing away.

“Of course!” James squeaked out, dragging Robert away.

“Hey—” Robert protested.

In a few seconds Harry was alone with Lottie Tomlinson. His friends were traitors. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything by—”

Lottie waved away his explanations. “No, no, no. I don’t give a fuck about the freckle pens. I wanted to talk to you about my brother.”

“Oh!”

“He’s the one next to the bar wearing a red mesh shirt.”

When Harry glanced over, he locked eyes with the prettiest omega he’d ever seen in his life.

Lottie let out a laugh. “Oh good, this should be easy then.”

“Huh?”

“You’re practically drooling.”

Harry shut his mouth. He hadn’t even realised it was hanging open. 

“I want you to seduce my brother.”

Harry’s mouth fell open again. “Ehm, what?”

“He’s very stressed this time of year. And he absolutely refuses to do anything about it. But maybe if he can at least get an alpha to—”

Harry’s laugh died in his throat. “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yes. He’s been staring at you since you walked in the door. And this never happens. On his horniest day, he barely gives alphas a second glance.” 

This was a lot of information for Harry’s alpha to process, but Lottie flipped her blonde hair back and just kept going.

“He even asked what your channel was, which is highly unusual for him to care about. All the influencer stuff he usually leaves up to me. Only makes sense, really. But that’s why I’m being so incredibly bold in propositioning you on his behalf.”

“Oh.”

Lottie gave him a very critical once over. “I should have known that you might be his type. He’s so anti-alpha, and you’re…you know.”

Harry frowned. “I know I’m not the typical alpha.”

With the most genuine grin he’d ever seen at a beauty event, Lottie patted him on the shoulder. “You’re perfect. Perfect for my brother.”

“You seem to have quite a lot of faith in my ability to seduce your brother, and I know you think Louis isn’t into alpha-y alphas, but in my experience omegas usually are.” 

“My brother is no typical omega either though. He’s brilliant and tough and does not take shit from anyone.”

He had to admit that Louis sounded very intriguing. And it really had been more and more difficult to find someone he had anything in common with. Not to mention the omega in question was gorgeous. 

“I’ll talk to him. But I’m not making any promises. I’m not exactly skilled at seduction.”

Lottie snorted. “I can clearly see your very defined pecs and abs in that sheer shirt, Mr. Styles & Sparkle.”

“Actually, I prefer Mr. Sparkle,” Harry said for the second time that night. 

“He’s going to love your corny jokes.” 

“Heyyy—” But his protest was to Lottie’s back as she strode off to possibly interfere with some other poor sod’s love life.



 

 

 

 

Louis immediately clocked what his sister was doing talking to Harry Sparkles or Harry Styles or whatever she said his name was. Either one sounded absurd and couldn’t possibly be the alpha’s real name. 

So Louis was not surprised to see Harry head in his direction. He’d assumed that Harry was a beta at first glance to be honest. Too tall and muscular to be an omega, but an alpha working in the beauty space was almost unheard of. 

This alpha was unusual though, and Louis had to admit he found that intriguing. His hair fell in a tumble of curls over his broad shoulders encased in a sheer red blouse that left nothing to the imagination. He tripped once seemingly over his own silver, sparkly boots as he made his way over. 

But no matter how drawn he was physically to this alpha, all of Louis’ prior protestations to his sister still stood. 

“Hiii!” Harry raised one very large hand filled with silver rings, his low drawl sending a shiver down Louis’ spine.

“Hello, Harry Sparkles.” Louis plucked a glass of champagne off a tray and held it out to Harry.

Harry honked out a laugh that reminded Louis of a goose as he took the glass. “Your sister said that you asked about my channel, so I’ll assume you had no idea who I was until tonight. Just to be clear, I’m Harry Styles and my YouTube channel is Styles & Sparkle.”

“Is it really though?”

“What?”

“Your name. Is it really Harry Styles?”

“Oh! Er, yes. It really is. 

Louis raised an eyebrow. “Huh. Interesting. Not to be rude, Harry Styles, but I know my sister very well. I assume she sent you over here to chat me up.”

“Ehm, she was more blunt than that to be honest.”

“Of course, she was,” Louis snorted. “Harry, you seem like a decent bloke, but I’m just simply uninterested in any encounter, however brief. If you wouldn’t mind leaving at the same time as me though, we can let her think we’ve left together. And in fact, I can have my car service take you home as well.”

Harry shrugged. “Saves me an Uber ride, I suppose.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that. Now let’s just hope she leaves us alone the rest of the night.”

“Can I ask you something?”

Louis took another sip of his champagne and shrugged one shoulder.

“Why does your sister think this is the only way for you to de-stress? Couldn’t she just book you a massage or something?” Harry’s nose crinkled up as he asked and Louis became a little distracted by his full, plush lips for a moment as he took a sip of champagne.

“Uh, I dunno. I guess because she has a soulmate at home, so she’s used to getting knotted on the regular for her stress relief.”

Harry choked on the sip he’d just taken. 

“Sorry,” Louis giggled, smacking him on the back a bit. Harry’s muscles tensed beneath his palm, and he snapped his hand back. “My sister just doesn’t get that I don’t want a soulmate. So she’s trying to take matters into her own hands.”

“Ah. I see. My sister is pretty annoying about her soulmate as well. We don’t all find ours so easily.”

Louis shuddered. “Scary, right? Tied to a person you might not even know?” 

Harry’s nose scrunched up a bit in thought. “I wouldn’t say scary, but I understand what you mean. It’s hard for me to imagine an omega being very accepting of my career and how I live my life, but—”

Something inside Louis hurt at this confession. “Any omega would be lucky to have you, Harry Sparkles.”

The conversation drifted from there, and before Louis knew it the party was winding down. Harry did indeed let him take him home, letting Lottie think she’d won. 

And Louis went to bed that night thinking about a charming alpha with sparkling green eyes and a wit to match. If he had been looking for a relationship or hell even a one night stand, Harry was the only alpha he’d consider.

Louis awoke to someone nudging him awake. His eyes fluttered open. 

It wasn’t a someone . It was a something . A goose, an actual goose, was sitting on his stomach. 

He sat up straight in bed, knocking the goose backwards a bit. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no!”

The goose honked.

Maybe it was just a rogue goose that had somehow gotten into the house. Yes, someone left a window open in December, and it had flown inside and somehow made its way into Louis’ bedroom.

Surely it was not a soulmate goose.

The goose honked again, louder this time, and nipped at him.

“Oi!” Louis yelped, rubbing his arm where the goose had bit him. 

The goose lunged again. He rolled out of bed, narrowly avoiding another bite. 

“Why is fate such a bitch?” Louis grumbled, making a run for the loo and slamming the door behind him. The goose honked on the other side of the door and thumped against it. “Why are you such a bitch? Fucking soulmate goose.”

He really didn’t have time for this nonsense. The holiday collection had just launched!



 

 

 



Harry was a romantic.

He’d always dreamed of finding his soulmate. Just like this. Exactly like this.



 

 

 

Harry dreamed of flashing blue eyes and Louis’ soft golden body and woke up to soft feathers brushing against his cheek. 

He opened his eyes to the sight of a goose fluttering over to the velvet chair beside his bed. It looked as though it had always belonged there, perfectly sized for this lovely, white goose that—

Wait. Why was there a goose in his house? Harry bolted up in bed.

“Oh my god. You’re a soulmate goose.”

Bloody hell. A grin began to spread across his face. He knew he’d hit it off with Louis last night, but soulmates? He truly hadn’t been expecting that, but thinking back it all really did seem fated. 

It had been so difficult for Harry to meet anyone in his line of work, much less his soulmate. Even though it was such an omega led space, none of them had ever really piqued his interest and none of them seemed to treat him as anything other than a friend. 

Harry whistled a tune as he got into the shower, the goose insisting on being present and fluttering in to splash in the tub. By the time he got out of the shower, he heard loud knocking at his door. 

He threw on a white fluffy robe and threw his hair up in a towel and went to see who it was.

He opened the door to a furious Louis Tomlinson holding a goose that was attempting to bite him.

“YOU!” Louis poked a finger into his chest. “How do we fix this?”

“Ehm—what do you mean by 'fix this’?”

“You don’t want me as your soulmate. Trust me. I don’t even want a soulmate!”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Lou.” The nickname just rolled off his tongue. “Lou. I don’t know why I said your name like that. Do other people call you Lou?”

“No. It’s either Louis or Lewis.”

“Huh.” Harry pressed his lips together in thought. Louis’ goose nipped at Louis’ arm. “Why are you holding the goose when it’s trying to bite you?”

“Believe me, Curly. It’s worse when I let it go and it’s flying about, dive bombing me.”

“Curly?” Harry grinned. “No one’s ever called me that.”

“Put those dimples away,” Louis grumbled. “You’re not being fair.”

The goose struggled in Louis’ arms. 

Harry opened the door wider, ushering Louis and the goose inside, his own goose calmly watching the struggle. “I don’t suppose these geese are going to leave unless we—well, you know.”

“What? What do I have to do to get rid of this thing?” The goose won its freedom and promptly bit Louis on the bum. “Oi! What the fuck?”

Harry tried not to laugh. “Er, I think they’re waiting for us to ehm—consummate the soulmate bond.”

“Excuse me?”

“That’s my assumption anyway.” Harry shrugged. 

Louis’ eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to get in my pants?”

Harry stifled a honking laugh. “Lou, you’re apparently my soulmate. So I mean, yes? I would have liked to even before I knew I was meant to be yours.”

Louis was quiet for a moment. “You said you’re meant to be mine instead of saying I’m meant to be yours.”

“Sort of goes both ways, doesn’t it? But I have always dreamed of the day I’d be able to give my heart to my soulmate.”

Louis’ cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of pink, and he suddenly got a very determined look on his face. He turned and flung open Harry’s front door, pushed his soulmate goose out onto the porch and then grabbed Harry’s goose and dropped him onto the front steps as well. He slammed the door behind him.

They both looked out the window at the geese sitting on Harry's doorstep. They appeared to be waiting. Louis’ goose honked and fluttered its wings.

“So…consummation?”

 

 

 

 

 



Louis closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Consummation. What an absurd way to put it. But he needed to get this over with and get this fucking goose out of his life. 

When he opened his eyes, he saw Harry’s jaw twitch. Why was that so hot? And fuck if he didn’t look incredibly fit under that half open dressing gown, his pecs peeking out. Look, no one ever said he wouldn’t enjoy this.

He threw himself into Harry’s arms.

It was Louis' turn to bite someone, and he did as he slipped his hands beneath Harry’s dressing gown and flung it off his shoulders, nipping at every inch close to his mouth. But then, he stood back to look his fill at the nude alpha before him. “Fuck, you’re really fucking fit.”

Louis pushed Harry towards a white sofa, their lips only parting for Louis to tear off all his clothes as Harry collapsed onto the sofa to watch.

“God, Lou, you’re so gorgeous.”

“Shut up,” Louis said, climbing on top of him and knocking the towel off his head. “No need for flattery at this point, Curly.”

“It’s not flattery, Lou. You’re the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen.”

Louis braced his hands on Harry’s chest as he lowered himself none too gently, feeling his omega beginning to take control.

“Christ, Lou. Could have warned me.” Harry seemed to be straining against letting go of his own control. 

“I’m literally naked on top of you. What did you think I was doing?”

Harry wrapped his long fingers around Louis’ hips, holding him in place.

“There you go—alpha,” Louis purred.

Harry growled, and they both let go.



 

Louis laid with his ear pressed to his alpha’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I know you weren’t looking for a soulmate,” Harry began. “But we can take things slow, Lou.”

“Your knot that proves you're my soulmate is literally inside me right now. I think we're past taking things slow.”

He could feel Harry’s grin rather than see it. “Well, as far as our relationship goes, I’m not going to pressure you. I think we’ll find we’re very compatible though, and not just in bed.”

Louis smiled against Harry’s chest. “I guess we’ll see.”



 

Later, when they were no longer physically connected to each other, they looked out Harry’s front window. Snow fell gently, a blanket of white as far as the eye could see. 

The geese were gone.

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