Victoire/Louis

Prompt: Help

Help

April 6, 2023

"Lou?" Victoire's voice floated down from the bedroom as he entered the house. "Is that you?"

"Yeah," he called back, placing his travelling cloak on the rack.

"Could you come up here, please? I need your help."

Scratching his head and wondering what his sister could possibly want him to help her with, he grudgingly trudged upstairs to her bedroom. He had been staying with Victoire and Teddy for a few years, but he had been searching for a new apartment of his own with Charlotte all day, and his tired legs protested as he made his way up the stairs.

"What is it, Vic?" he asked as he pushed open the door. His mouth fell open as he noticed his sister. She was standing with her bare back facing him, an ivory dress covering her legs and half her torso and her honey-blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. He looked away awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable about seeing his older sister in such little clothing. But Victoire didn't seem to mind at all.

"I need you to do me up," she told him firmly.

Louis' eyes widened. "But, Vic..."

"Just do it, Louis. For Merlin's sake, it's not that hard!"

Swallowing hard, Louis crept forward and gently began tying the delicate strings of the corset, careful not to touch her skin. When he was finished, he turned away hurriedly, before Victoire gripped his arm firmly and made him sit down on the bed.

"You're not finished yet," she said, crossly. "I need you to tell me what you think of this dress."

Louis shook his head stubbornly. "Victoire, I'm your brother. Isn't this something you should ask Dominique?"

Victoire sighed impatiently. "Well, Dom isn't here, is she, so I guess you'll have to do. Now, tell me, what do you think of this dress?"

Louis admired her reluctantly, wishing he was anywhere but in his sister's bedroom, analysing a dress. He supposed it was pretty; it was strapless, the neck line a little too low for Louis' liking, and it was narrow at the waist before flaring just a little at the bottom. His cheeks burned furiously and he cast his eyes away hurriedly.

"It looks, er... nice," he told her.

She stomped her foot impatiently and fixed him with a cold glare. "Be serious, Louis! For once, don't think of me as your sister, and pretend you're Teddy. What would Teddy think of this dress?"

He smiled at her. Victoire had spent hours slaving away at making that dress, wanting Teddy to like it. Louis knew that Teddy would think she looked amazing no matter what she wore, but he knew Victoire well enough to know, that wouldn't reassure her. So, he stood up and gripped her shoulders firmly, looking down into her deep, blue eyes.

"He'll love it," he told her truthfully.

She bit her lip. "You think so?"

Louis nodded. "You look beautiful, Vic. He's a lucky guy."

Tears shone in her eyes and suddenly, she threw her arms around her little brother and hugged him tightly. Louis patted her back gently and laughed at her.

"Pull yourself together, Vic. It's just a dress."

She pulled back and swatted his arm playfully, before wiping her eyes. "Thanks, Lou," she told him thickly. "You're the best little brother any girl could have."

Louis grinned. "I know," he winked at her. "I'm the best."

A/N: I know this might seem a little awkward, but it's meant to feel that way. Just try and imagine how Louis would feel being asked whether his sister's wedding dress was good enough? Yeah, it could get pretty awkward. Speaking of awkward... please ignore my awkward rambling. Review instead! :) xx

Ages: Victoire (24), Louis (21).