A doodle of Louis Tomlinson’s legs from this photo, with added doodles of his many tattoos

We’re excited to announce the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2025! After the last six incredible years of this fest, we knew there was no doubt that we had to provide another opportunity for talented writers to share more amazing fics with us.

Our goal is for this to be a fun and motivating opportunity for writers, not something burdensome and stressful. We will do whatever we can to help participating writers make it through the fest, but if you have any concerns or want further information before the BLFF begins, please don’t hesitate to reach out.

Information and Rules:

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Important Dates:

Prompt Submissions: March 30, 2025 - April 6, 2025

Writer Sign Ups: April 13, 2025 - May 11, 2025

Drafts Due: August 3, 2025

Fics Due: September 14, 2025

Posting Begins: Mid-September 2025

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“You’re not escaping this contract,” Louis fires back, giving up before he continues to embarrass himself. “Say please,” Harry requests, turning around and staring at Louis expectantly. Up close, Louis is forced to look up, otherwise, all he can see is the expanse of his neck, leading down to his chest, always exposed because he refuses to button his shirt more than halfway. “No,” Louis sniffs, drifting out of his thoughts to hand him a pen. “My hand hurts,” Harry says. “Sign it for me.” Holding back a scream, Louis says, “That is forgery. I have no business going to jail because of you.” “I would bail you out,” he states earnestly. “I’d officially have a record, Mr. Styles.” Harry makes a distressed face at the formal use of his name. “I’d expunge your record.” “You have no power over that. Stop stalling.” Louis grabs Harry’s wrist and wraps his hand around the pen. Hands him the contact. He takes both with a long-suffered expression. “Your hand is really small,” Harry notes, thoroughly amused when Louis purses his lips impatiently. “Okay, I'm signing.”

“If only you were this courteous when I ask you to do your job,” Louis points out, walking towards the door to head back to his desk. “Always,” Harry calls back out. “I’m a gentleman, Louis.” a one shot office romance by @lovehl on ao3