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my fav fics masterlist part 1 (A-M)

i’m currently procrastinating learning autocad & editing youtube videos, so here i am. this post is long bc of the format of the summaries - sorry about that, wanted to keep them formatted how the authors had them! anyway, this is all my fav fics, alphabetically. this is part 1. part 2 will be coming...at some point. grab a snack, grab a beverage & settle in friends. :)

as small as possible by mickey_d

“Harry is a rather shy omega who's quite convinced everyone (except his best friends) laughs at him behind his back and sometimes to his face.

Louis is a confident alpha who is taken with his best artist's friend.”

a million roses (bathed in rock n’ roll) by deLILAh

“au. harry sings in smoky dive bars; louis misses his flight home. they go to coney island in the morning.

(aka - harry is lana del rey, and louis makes him a star.)”

adore you by @isthatyoularry

““We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.”

are you taking clients? by @jaerie

“Escaping had been the hardest thing Harry had ever done. They'd stolen his child and nearly stolen his life. Being homeless and pregnant gave Harry few options. It's a last resort to let men fetishize his body, but the luxury of choice is something Harry doesn't have.”

and the truth shall set you free... by @jaerie

“Betism: A religion based on the belief that the beta gender has been chosen by God to protect and defend the purity and dignity of the human race by resisting and condemning the lustful ways and flawed biology of the alpha and omega”

ain’t that a kick in the head! by @karasunonolibero and keysmashlesbian

““Well.” Niall unlocks his phone. “It wasn’t getting the traction I wanted on Snapchat. So…I tweeted it.”

What.

“You tweeted it,” Harry states, nearing a state of brain dead. “To your ten thousand followers.”

Niall nods, handing Harry the phone. “You’re a meme, Harry.”

“I’m a what?”

“A meme. It’s like an internet—”

“I know what a fucking meme is, Niall! Why did you make me into one?”

Niall has the fucking balls to cackle at that while Harry looks at the mess his former friend created. Videos of him screaming at Tomlinson about Tide Pods and his ass are being quoted and combined with memes to a create a level of memeception Harry has never seen before. That isn’t even including the thousands of tweets of him falling up the stairs remixed with random Top 40 songs.

In which Harry’s a disaster gay who doesn’t know shit about soccer, Liam drinks too many blue raspberry Coolattas, Niall knows everyone, Zayn looks dead, and Louis is Not Happy about sharing his breakout moment with “Drunk Hawaiian Guy.””

atlas at last by louisandthealien

“He doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story.

Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.

It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.”

all i want is to fall with you by @2tiedships2

“The pair looked at each other for a few moments before Harry moved forward and gathered Louis in an unexpected hug.

It was nice, but why the fuck was an unknown alpha hugging him? Maybe an even better question would be why did Louis feel so secure in this stranger's arms?

Harry quickly let go and Louis felt something pull at him.

"Sorry," Harry said, holding his hands up in surrender. "Shit, um, that just seemed a natural response for some reason. I’m so sorry."

Louis smiled up at the alpha. "It's okay. Thanks again, Harry."

"You're welcome. I know it's horrible weather, and less than optimal circumstances, but this was a brilliant meet-cute."

What the fuck was a meet-cute?

Or the weekend ski trip where omega Louis discovers that he can’t change a tire and his skiing skills are debatable but still manages to find the alpha who will change his life.”

ask and i’ll obey by orphan account

““So, tell me what you want?” The younger boy demanded, and Louis’ mind filled with inappropriate images of Harry. Everything to do with Harry.

“I…” He couldn’t think. Could barely breathe, and his dick was so fucking hard in his track pants he didn’t know why Harry wasn’t pointing it out.

“You…have to do whatever I say for a whole day.” Louis blurted out.

“Deal.” Harry said without missing a beat, his green eyes shining like the light in The Great Gatsby. His easy agreement had Louis groaning, because Harry already did whatever Louis told him to do.

Or, the one where Harry and Louis challenge each other not to get off to see who will break first.”

and that’s the tea by @2tiedships2

“I’d like an Earl Grey with milk and sugar, please.

Louis had the phrase memorized, even though it had disappeared off its place on his upper arm over thirteen years ago now.

At fourteen he didn’t understand. Soulmarks don’t just disappear. Not unless…

Unless one of them dies.

Or, the one where Louis loses his soulmate before even getting the chance to meet them, and he is in no way prepared for the kind of distraction his new friend Harry proves to be.”

a cauldron of love by @zimriya

““Oh for Merlin’s sake, yes,” Niall interrupts finally. “Harry’s been in love with Louis Tomlinson since that time in second year when he went and accidentally peed on him.”

Harry turns to face him, horrified. “Niall!” he squeaks out. “You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about that!”

Niall just shrugs and wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Aw, come off it, Hazza, was it really a secret?” When Harry doesn’t say anything, he pauses and looks up. “It was?” he says. “Ah, bollocks.””

a fully armed battalion (to remind you of my love) by @mediawhorefics

““He was flirting with you by the way,” Niall says casually once he’s finished saying goodbye to Louis and he’s joined Harry outside.

“No he wasn’t,” Harry replies automatically, feeling his heart clench at the thought. Was he?

Niall simply raises a mocking eyebrow in response before wrapping his scarf twice around his neck.

“Not that it matters!” Harry says quickly, eyes widening. “I wouldn’t care even if he did because he’s awful and the worst.”

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Professor Styles and Professor Tomlinson absolutely despise each other. It's too bad that they're in love.”

all your mates are here by @londonfoginacup

“"The pack is... It's folding, Harry."

Like every werewolf does when they get to a new town, Harry joined one of the many local packs when he started university. Now, three years into his program, he's hit with the news that his pack is giving up, going their separate ways. In the wake of the holidays, the three single wolves from the Majestic pack are pointed in the direction of a new pack to join; one that's got struggles of its own.

A new pack, a new house, and two new roommates with personal space issues... Plus exams, of course.

Happy Christmas, here's to many more.”

a cage for every ugly spirit by @povverbottoms

“First-year uni student Harry gives up orgasms for Lent, featuring a cock cage and weekly prostate milkings on Sundays. Warning for religion kink. Written for the 1D Novena Ficathon.”

at last, at last by @suspendrs

““Come with us,” Tommo says, stopping at the other end of the gymnasium, near the doors. “Don’t let them make you suffer any longer. Come with us, and be human.”

Before Harry has even finished thinking it through, he’s on his feet, gaining the attention of every single person in the gymnasium. What has he got to lose, anyway?

Or, Harry is born into a cult in a post-apocalyptic world, and Louis is the leader of the rebel group tasked with the mission of shutting them down. Together, they make a rather effective team.”

all we have by colourexplosion

“He looks at the person who’s asked him a question and then immediately wishes he hadn’t. He’s beautiful, is the thing, and Harry’s met him before.

“No, sorry,” he says, shaking his head, averting his eyes. It’s an old habit, one he’s gotten better about resisting, but he supposes seeing Louis Tomlinson out in the wild transports him right back to youth club.

“Ah, s’fine really,” Louis says, instead of just walking away like a normal person, “Pretty boy like you shouldn’t be smoking anyway, yeah?”

Harry’s cheeks flood with heat before he can stop it, and he squeezes his eyes shut. Of course. Of course Louis Tomlinson — the boy who basically made Harry realize he’s gay — thinks he’s cute now. Ten years after the fact, and much too late for it to do any good at all. Or, a 'Grown' au”

a million one, a million two (a million more will never do) by @littlelostpieces

“While Harry doesn’t want to spend his final year at Wilshire Academy sharing his space with yet another idiot roommate, he figures he could have ended up with a lot worse than Niall. As the school’s newest scholarship student, Niall provides a fresh perspective on Harry’s privileged life, as well as a grounding presence when Harry’s other friends, Liam and Zayn, are acting like lunatics. Most importantly, though, Niall introduces him to Louis, a cynical townie with zero interest in spending his time around entitled boarding school kids. Convincing Louis that he’s more than a trust fund and a charming smile won’t be easy, but Harry’s never been one to back down from a challenge.

An AU loosely inspired by the short-lived WB drama, Young Americans, and the Gotta Be You music video.”

a life that we share (i owe it all to you) by @all-these-larrythings

“When Harry's son came home from school crying he didn't think things could get any worse. Lucky for them, things were just about to change for the best.

Harry's son get bullied until Louis' son shows up :)”

all the right moves by @cherrystreet

“This is the third game in a row that Harry has been distracted by the noisy boy in the stands, five rows back.

There’s really no reason that he should feel compelled to stare into the audience as frequently as he is, but he can’t help it. This boy is a nuisance. And he’s loud. Even from basketball court with nine other players running by him, shoes squeaking on the shiny hardwood floor, and thousands of cheering college students, Harry can hear this boy nearly shrieking, his laugh more like a cackle than anything.

It’s seriously obnoxious.”

boys fall like dominoes by orphan account

“Harry slips into an early heat while riding the tube. Naturally, that's when he meets Louis.”

baby we could be enough (i’ll make this feel like home) by orphan account

““Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”

Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.

“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”

And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.

[harry is a photographer who's trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]”

but if you close your eyes does it almost feel like by pukeandcry

“Marcel’s not sure what the draw is for Louis, but he finds himself looking forward to it, glancing out into the hall several times an hour to see if Louis might be walking by. Louis is just -- he’s magnetic, like he’s got his own gravitational field around him, and it makes Marcel’s stomach jump around nervously just being around him, but it only takes him a few days to realize how much he likes that feeling, the hitch in his chest he gets when he spots Louis across the office and smiles at him.”

burn this flame by @rainbowninja

““You’ve played keeper before?” Tomlinson asks suspiciously, hands on his waist.“

Er, yeah,” Harry coughs. “Loads of times.”

“Alright Popstar, if you’re sure,” Tomlinson tells him with a shrug, his professional expression already curling into laughter. Harry tries not to read too much into it. After all, how hard can goalkeeping really be?

When Harry gets invited to play in a celebrity charity match with Louis Tomlinson, Manchester United's star player, he's determined to impress him with brilliant football skills. The only flaw in Harry's otherwise foolproof plan? He has absolutely no football skills, brilliant or otherwise.”

but why wonder, why wonder? by @100percentsassy

“The one where Marcel Styles has improbably landed a job in the fashion industry, and Louis Tomlinson is the actor-turned-lingerie-designer he’s been infatuated with for years.”

babydoll blues by @thedevilinmybrain

“Louis is a high profile, filthy rich label executive who has the world at his feet - a music god.. Harry is the sugar baby trying to make a name for himself singing in shady bars and hanging off the arm of Louis' biggest rival. What Louis wants, Louis gets. But what if the game gets too hot and hits a little too close to the heart?”

back to seventeen by @ireallysawanangel

“As a first grade teacher in a small town in Illinois, Harry’s life is pretty simple. He loves his job, is close with his family, and has a best friend he would go to the ends of the earth for. When a new soccer coach starts at the local high school, things start to get a bit more exciting for Harry. Because that coach just happens to be Louis Tomlinson; the guy Harry was unrequitedly in love with in high school.

Or the one where Louis moves back to his hometown and Harry realizes he’s still not over his high school crush.”

business or pleasure by therogueskimo

“Boss: Know why I called you in here? Employee: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Boss: (stops pouring 2 glasses of wine) Accidentally?

or the one where Harry sends a snapchat to the wrong person, who just so happens to be Louis Tomlinson, aka his boss.”

baby shut your mouth and turn me inside out by ballsdeepinjesus

“And it’s good. It’s really, really good. Except they haven’t really talked about any of this and Harry can’t muster the courage to bring it up. Niall’s words at the bar run through his mind nearly every day. Fresh meat. Is this a thing Louis does, then? Find a toy to play with for awhile until he gets bored?

He knows Louis, though. He’s been friends with him for months now and he knows that he’s not just some heartless asshole. But he doesn’t know if this is just a nice convenient hook-up to him or something more, like how Harry feels. And he knows he should ask, but he’s not brave enough. Not brave enough to possibly ruin everything when Harry can take what he’s being offered without complaints.

[harry and louis meet in a mcdonalds. louis is everything harry needs.]”

be my little good luck charm by @100percentsassy

“In which Harry is a promising amateur golfer making his debut at the PGA Championship, and Louis is a Sky Sports anchor who would really rather be commentating on footie.

The other boys are around too: caddy!Niall provides victory pints, Liam is Louis's Very Serious co-anchor, and poor Zayn just gets his face drawn on.”

baby thinking of you keeps me up all night by ballsdeepinjesus

“Louis sputters in response, shaking his head wildly. Harry moves closer, placing his hand on Louis’ chest and trailing it up towards his neck to curve around. “I am younger than you. Bet you like that. Think you can push me around.”

Louis fishmouths, glaring at Harry who reminds him suspiciously of a shark at the moment. He smells blood in the water.

“Is that what this is about, Louis?” Harry asks. He leans in and fits his mouth against Louis’ earlobe, huffing hot breaths into his ear. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

[harry is a 19 y/o singer and louis is a 29 y/o actor with no love for teenage popstars.]”

but when we kiss... by @indiaalphawhiskey

“Louis only nodded, still smiling. “Right, okay. As much fun as this has been, I really doubt the lovely heated seating of my car will dull our banter. Or...” he dragged out the ‘r’, eyes mischievous. “Are you really going to let a…” he assessed Harry. “Twenty? Twenty year gap,” he confirmed. “Be the reason you get hypothermia? Is that really the hill you want to freeze on, Mr. Principled?”

–– Or, while Harry and Louis adore the chase, they find they adore each other much, much more.”

boom, boom, don’t you wanna go by anonymous

“It doesn't take much to convince Harry to participate in Lambda Sig's annual ceremony for graduating seniors. She's hooked up with a few of the brothers already anyway, as lackluster as they were. She has to have her legs and bare bottom half on display for the rest of the brothers in the senior class to see, but she's always kind of liked being played with and definitely likes being on display. She's graduating in a few weeks anyway. What's the worst that can happen?

She doesn't expect contestant number fifteen to blow her mind in the first round. He doesn't let up.”

caught in your gravity by @lululawrence

“It felt like the blood froze in Harry’s veins even as he got a bit lightheaded. He hadn’t even made it two practices, only one of which he was remotely in charge of, without giving it all away and now he and Liam were both absolutely fucked.

“Shit,” Harry breathed out. “Who all have you told? Does everyone know? I thought I covered it better than that…”

“No, no,” Louis said quickly. "They’ll figure it out soon enough, though, because they’ll get used to you changing things up, but you’re only going to trip over your so called Americanisms for so long before they realize it’s because you don’t actually know fuck all about football.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah. I figured. I just need to bullshit for long enough to allow Liam to get the situation figured out from his end.”

“Right, which brings me to my entire point. I think we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement with all of this.” Louis leaned forward. “You need to learn the ins and outs of the sport incredibly fast. I can help you with that.”

“What do you want in exchange?”

Or, an AU inspired by a 30 second trailer of Ted Lasso that doesn't actually have much in common with the show at all.”

counting the steps between us by zarah5

“AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis' new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)”

come in and change my life by @lightwoodsmagic

“He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped. He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.”

cookie jar by fanshae

“Louis catches Harry with his hand in the metaphorical cookie jar and stays to watch.”

counterculture by @sadaveniren

“It all culminated to this: Harry in the middle of a crowded basement, music blasting from the live show on the far side, shirtless amongst alphas and omegas who all weren’t covering their scents. He took a deep breath of the heavy air and he felt alive.”

convalescent boy (with a heart of gold) by @londonfoginacup

“Just as the professor beginning to mess with his powerpoint, the door at the back of the balcony creaks open and Marcel looks back to notice Louis Tomlinson, The Louis Tomlinson, slip in and take a seat in the very back.

Marcel is starting to feel like his life is a comedy. Only yesterday was Louis Tomlinson on his floor at the library. Now he’s in his seminar. What is happening?

“Hey Mars,” Nick says, not particularly quietly as he leans over. “Isn’t that your crush?”

Marcel smacks him.

Or, the one where Marcel is a nerd who loves to learn but loves to go to theatre productions even more, and may or may not have a long time crush on the lead in most of the plays, Louis Tomlinson. The same Louis Tomlinson who seems to be appearing wherever Marcel is. Funny, that.”

drape me in your warmth by @husbandau

“TMH era fic where Harry is an omega whose heat comes a little earlier than expected and really, who is Louis to deny him his knot?”

deep in my heart i know there’s only you by ballsdeepinjesus

“"Will you do it?” Harry whispers. Louis has to lean closer just to hear him. He furrows his brows and shakes his head, not knowing what Harry means. “Would you donate for me?”

Louis is dumbfounded. “I’m sorry, I thought you just asked if I’d donate my sperm. Can you repeat yourself?”

[harry and louis are best friends who engage in some platonic baby-making. very platonic.]”

don’t move in (don’t move out) by @2tiedships2

“Only one more week and Harry would be living under the same roof. Gone would be Liam’s alpha scent, quickly replaced with Harry’s. All Harry. Louis was going to fucking die. You’d think Louis would be used to it by now, that Harry’s scent would simply fade into the background like Liam’s did. But Louis had a feeling he would simultaneously be living in Heaven and Hell once Harry moved in.

Louis was pulled out of his thoughts when Niall smacked him on the back of his head.

"The fuck was that for?" Louis asked, rubbing his head and looking at the bloody Irishman he called his other best friend.

"You were basically drooling, mate,” Niall said. “That was a courtesy smack to keep your daydreaming from seeping into your pheromones."”

do you like my sweater? by @icanhazzalou

““Look, for a Sadie Hawkins dance the omegas are supposed to invite the alphas instead of the other way around.”

Niall and Liam shared a look. “That… sounds like the sort of thing you would usually be all over, Lou,” Liam said, face pinched in confusion. Niall nodded his agreement.

“Yeah, if omegas were hosting it,” Louis replied sourly. “It’s one thing if we decide that we’re going to ask the alphas for a change. It’s insulting that they think we need their permission.”

When Harry's alpha fraternity decides to host a Sadie Hawkins dance, outspoken omega Louis has a thing or two to say about it.”

don’t have to go to the pool by @kingsoftheimpossible

“Louis is the captain of the swim team, Harry is in love with him a bit, and there's this ritual before Big Meets. Everything goes fine. alternative summary: a suspicious lack of swimming for a story involving a swim team.”

dom louis by @comebackassholes (summary is from first work in the series)

“Dear Mr. Louis, Hello. I’m Harry. I got your contact from a good friend of mine and was wondering if I can get your services. My 30th birthday is coming up and all I’ve ever wanted is to get spanked, maybe more? If you’re interested, please contact me. I’d love to hear from you. Sincerely, Harry Marcel reads over the words. He guesses there isn’t a much better way to ask for what he needs. He almost changes the name again but decides Harry is fine. It’s generic and nothing that can be traced to him. At least he doesn’t think so. Okay, he’s overthinking again so he clicks the send button before he can talk himself out of it. His heart races as soon as he does. He almost wants to take it back, figure out a way to undo it, but he takes a big gulp of his wine to calm down. It’s fine. This is fine. He can do this.”

do not falter (there’s a star ahead) by @londonfoginacup

“It's Christmas Eve, and every single one of Louis' family members are crowded inside his little flat. Really, what more could he ask for on his birthday?

The present he never knew he wanted - in the form of an omega from his past - might just make this his most memorable Christmas.”

enjoy the ride by @2tiedships2

““Stop sulking and get up. I have a proposition to make.”

“Niall?” Louis questioned. “Do you think I should put glow in the dark stars on my ceiling?”

He looked over and found Niall giving him an unimpressed look.

“So, no?” Louis asked. “No stars?”

“We’re going on a road trip,” Niall stated.

Louis looked back at his starless ceiling and waved farewell to Niall. “Cool. Have fun!”

“No, you idiot.” Niall let out a frustrated sigh. “You, me, Liam, and Harry.”

Louis glanced over to Niall and back to the ceiling. “Who’s Harry?”

Or the one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.”

even as young as you are by ologist

“Harry’s sister has a baby. When he goes to meet her, he finds more than one new love of his life at the hospital.”

everywhere and nowhere by @2tiedships2

“Niall took a seat and said, "Apparently Louis' downstairs neighbor is a fan of giving Louis creepy gifts. Maybe I should go introduce myself and tell him that Louis actually prefers food."

"What has he given you?" Liam asked.

Louis shrugged as it were no big deal. "There was a rabbit's foot keychain on the door a little after he left from introducing himself and there was a small teddy bear sitting by my door tonight. Obviously I can't prove it's from him, but they seem to have his scent. I could be wrong though."

"Wow," Liam said, looking deep in thought. "That's old school."

"What's old school?" Niall asked. "Giving creepy gifts?"

"I've never known an alpha to do it, to be honest, but he's courting you."

Louis couldn't contain his look of disbelief directed at Liam. "He's courting me. Like some sort of romantic shit they'd do in the 1800s or something?"”

from eight until late, i think about you by supernope

“After finding out that his University of Brighton roommate has a YouTube channel, Harry starts up his own channel, on which he posts videos of himself doing weekly challenges. He strikes up a friendship with Louis, a popular youtuber in London, that starts in the comments on their videos and progresses to texting, skyping, and talking about each other in their own videos far too often. They fall for each other long-distance, but put off meeting face-to-face as long as possible, too nervous that they'll screw it all up.

Involves a bunch of YouTube challenges (AKA excuses for Harry to get naked), some awkward snapchat mishaps, and a whole lot of pining.”

face your fears by @sadaveniren

“Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.”

foolishly, completely falling by dea_liberty

“"Now that he’s actually gone and done it, there seems to be no way of going back - no rinse and repeat, no ctrl+alt+del, no abort button, no help to be had. He’s fallen into a black hole and he cannot seem to find a way out. The black hole is also known as Tumblr. More specifically, it’s known as Tumblr’s Larry Stylinson tag."

OR: The one where Louis becomes a Larry shipper by accident.”

faking it by @donotdialnine

“A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.”

feel so foolish by @juliusschmidt

“Louis and his friends keep laughing at Harry; he's sure of it. But he's not sure why.”

fever started long ago by @mediaville

“"Stay." His brain is skipping backwards but his mouth is skipping forward. "Like, in this bed? With me."

The words hang in the air, somewhere in between their naked chests. Louis licks his lips, and a tiny crinkle appears between his eyebrows. "Why?"

Does there have to be a reason for everything? Does everything have to be a debate? Why does Louis ask 'why?' and not 'why not?' Harry's already annoyed that he wants him to stay. "I'm ill," he says, sniffling for good measure. "I need supervision."

Louis hesitates, looking uncertain, and Harry doesn't like that look on him. "It's late," he says eventually. "You need your rest."

"We'll sleep," Harry promises, and as if on cue, he yawns. He is rather sleepy. "It will be restful."

SPOILER: Styles gets his way. It's not restful.”

fiction romance by orphan account

“Harry has a type.

He likes older, sophisticated, mature men. Well-educated men. Men with life experience and passion for arts and social causes. Men who are established in their careers, who've sorted their lives out.

Niall knows this.

And so Harry can't understand why he's sat here opposite Louis Tomlinson.

A punk Louis/uni Harry blind date AU.”

freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this by @rosesau

“Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.”

follow me down this time by supernope

“Harry first noticed Louis in his second term at Hogwarts, and despite three years of inventing ways to stumble across Louis, he's never managed to actually work up the courage to speak to him. Also known as, self-indulgent Hogwarts AU, because every fandom needs Hogwarts AUs.”

faith, trust, and a little pixie dust by orphan account

“Louis loves Halloween. Harry hates everything about it, but he loves Louis. And Niall loves vodka and glitter so there's that.

Or the one where Harry has been pining for his best friend and roommate for years. It takes a costume party, an Irish fairy and a sprinkle of pixie dust to give this fairytale prince his happy ending.”

foolishly laying our hearts on the table by @runaway-train-works

““You think Harry wants that?”

“Dunno. Maybe. Wanna make him happy.” Harry takes advantage of the red light he’s pulled up to turn and look properly at Louis’ face. He’s not even looking in Harry’s direction though, focused instead on something out of his side window, head drooped, mindlessly playing with the string of his hoodie between his fingers, lost in his own world somewhere. For some reason, it makes Harry’s spine straighten.

“Because he’s your best mate?” Harry questions carefully.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

He couldn’t have heard him right. “What?”

Louis releases a deep breath, still not turning around. Harry wonders who he thinks he’s talking to right now. “He’s so pretty. Want to kiss him all day long. And buy him a big house and give him presents and marry him.”

The one where Harry is in love with his best friend Louis but doesn't think he stands a chance until some wisdom teeth and a rather unusual confession might just change his mind.”

give you my fever by beautlouis

“And he’s wanted it even more since he met Louis, it's driven him insane, he spends 90% of his life turned on because of Louis and he’s had no relief at all. He’ll wake up at night too hot and itchy, with Louis warm and sweet smelling next to him, and unable to do anything but wank unsuccessfully, with no release. “I can try,” Louis says, close enough that Harry’s eyes cross a little trying to look at him. “I want to, I’ve never been with anybody, like, I’ve snogged people, lots of people, but I’ve never—touched anyone.” He clears his throat. “I’d touch you, Hazza.”

Harry’s breathing picks up. “Yes.” He doesn’t think there was a question but he’s a little overwhelmed. “Yes,” he repeats, dizzy.

*x-factor era. harry's never had an orgasm before, louis gives him his first”

gathered on wings by @twopoppies

“As Harry lay by Louis’ side, covered in sweat and come, he knew he should feel ugly, messy, ruined, like the life he’d left behind. But something about the way Louis looked at him, the way he stared at him with want and awe, made Harry wonder if he’d ever feel this beautiful again.

Harry rolled his eyes at himself for his momentary romantic dreaminess. As good as this was, he knew it was nothing more than sex. He literally couldn’t afford to fall for just anyone, no matter how fit they were.

-----

What Harry Styles wanted was to be taken seriously as an artist. What he needed was a new sugar daddy to pave the way. Louis Tomlinson is an artist who isn’t what Harry is looking for. Somehow he still manages to turn Harry's world upside down. “

gorgeous (it makes me so mad) by @artxghoul

“Harry’s a coffee barista with nothing really going on for him except for the occasional flirting with, some, particularly hot male customers. But when a new guy starts coming in, he suddenly doesn’t know what to make out of any single situation anymore.

or: Harry is a hot mess. Liam is a brilliant roommate. Niall is a wise lesbian co-worker. Clifford is a good boy. Louis is a bad boy. Circumstances are bizarre.”

got my eyes on you by @eleadore

“Harry’s not supposed to take off his clothes, but it’s one of those unspoken rules, much like don’t have a wank with your best mate and definitely don’t make that a regular thing, fuck, what the fuck.”

give a little sing to the singles by @londonfoginacup

“Harry Styles is an adult now, with a real adult job (and benefits! Whatever those are!). He spends his days at the copier. Copying things.

That being said, no one told Harry that being an adult came with a confusingly chaotic boss, a copier machine that would be hell-bent on ruining his life, and a coworker so good looking that Harry might just have to quit. After all, Christmas is coming and if their office doesn’t win the decorating contest, Louis has threatened to break several laws and kneecaps in retaliation.

Happy Christmas, here’s to many more.”

haven by orphan account

“"I take it you’re not a new student?” “What?” Harry mumbles, caught up in the way his eyes are quite literally sparkling in the light. “Oh—No. Not a student.” “Are you a sub?” Louis asks. Harry clenches his hands into fists, holding them behind his back as he stumbles a bit. “I don’t, uh—I mean. I’ve never really gotten a chance to be a true sub, you know? My ex-partners were always scared they’d hurt me. But, like—If I trusted someone a lot, and if we used a, a safeword. And talked about, you know, boundaries, then—Yes, yeah, I-I’m a sub.” Louis’ eyes are so wide, his cheeks puffing out in the effort to not burst into laughter. “Oh shit, oh my god,” Harry whispers. “You meant—Oh god."”

horizontal like a quarter to three by orphan account

“The worst part is that Louis just wants to get really rough with him. He's wanted it right from the start, and it doesn't make sense, because Harry's always been so gentle and understanding and sweet, and yet all Louis wants to do is fuck him up.”

homegrown by casuallyhl

““It wasn’t an easy decision, if I’m honest,” Harry admits, shoulders sagging in on himself. “Moving is really difficult. My whole life was in Manchester. But Manchester didn’t want me. Leeds did.”

“Well, Leeds is happy to have you,” Louis says, giving Harry a kind smile.

Harry brightens a bit at that, undeniably pleased. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Louis replies, expression soft and lips curved.

Or, a gardening AU where Harry is new to town and the newest volunteer at the local gardening club, Louis is the attractive grandson of one of the members, and the nosy volunteers hatch a plan to get them together.”

hike up your skirt (and show your world to me) by anonymous

“Louis has a very hands on approach to training his new secretary. How else can he make sure Harry realizes his full potential?”

have a nice trip by @kingsofeverything

“While Harry and his roommate Louis are stuck at home practicing social distancing, they decide to take a little trip to pass the time.”

holiday greetings (and gay happy meetings) by @2tiedships2

“"Onwards to drop me off at Robert's before you go to Harry's!" Louis proclaimed when they were safely in the car. Or at least Louis was safely in. Niall was still brushing the snow out of his hair that Louis had accidentally dropped on him.

"We're picking up biscuits first," Niall grumbled as the snow melted into his hair. "You can wait in the car."

After three times of the car sounding like it was dying a slow and tragic death, it finally decided to start.

"This is what happens when you try to change the name of your car after five years," Louis said as a reminder of Niall's stupidity. "You'd be upset too if you were a car named Greased Lightning with a passenger trying to get it renamed to Dusty."

"To be fair," Niall explained, "the name Dusty does seem a bit more accurate."

"Make sure to leave the car running while you're getting whatever you're getting from Harry," Louis said in disgust. "This car is going to choke for good after that comment and I don't want to be stuck at Harry's place when that happens."

Or the one where Niall's dead car and and a foot of snow conspire to force Louis into spending time with an alpha he hates.... or does he?”

hard for me to know i might see you around by @coffeelouis

“The next profile shows a guy and his horse both crashing into the ground, the bio below reading:

"Hi, I'm Louis, I suck at riding horses so I ride dick."

Harry rolls his eyes and swipes left, but before he can consider the next profile in his feed, there’s a quiet “Oof” from right behind him.

[or, a TINDER AU where Harry swipes left on Louis' joke of a profile, then ends up stuck next to him on a trans-Atlantic flight.]”

in all its imperfections by @briannamarguerite

“From: Louis Tomlinson To: Undisclosed Recipients

Hello!

I’ve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if it’s yours!

Cheers!

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. “Oh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.”

The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head.

"What happened, mate?" Liam asked.

Harry just pointed to his computer.

Liam bent over Harry’s desk to read the email. “What? This isn’t bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?”

“Leeyum" he groaned. “It’s what’s on the list.”

“Oh,” Liam paused for a beat. “Is it dirty stuff?”

Harry nodded.

There was more silence. And then, “Dirty stuff with Louis?””

i wanna get dirty with you by awriterwrites

““You good?”

The man’s voice rang out like clear bells from a church tower, light and airy with a gentle rasp like a knife on toast.

It took Harry a moment to realize he was talking to him.

“Me?” Harry squeaked out, his voice a bit wobbly around the edges.

“Just waiting for you to get settled, sweetheart.”

This guy was a naturalist? The headmaster of an outdoor preschool? Harry felt a little woozy. Like he might collapse or propose. He wasn’t quite sure.

**** Harry is a kindergarten teacher. Louis is revolutionizing education--one child at a time. A conference may be an unlikely place to meet someone, but somehow Harry finds Louis and Louis helps Harry find himself.”

i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck by crybaby

“Harry has been in love with Louis Tomlinson for four years, five months, and thirteen days.

Harry had fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson like how he’d seen in movies, and how he’d read in all the books he’d stolen from Gemma, headfirst and shameless.

The only problem was, that in films and books, love was always either returned instantly, or else it took time for unrequited love to lose the first two letters, and since the first option was obviously not true, Harry decided he would wait for the second to become reality. And so Harry waited, three years, eight months, and four days, before his heart had been broken by a gentle rejection and a misplaced blowjob, before Louis and Gemma had packed up and gone to Manchester for university.

(Harry is a hopelessly romantic omega and Louis is his sister's best friend)”

i want your high love and emotion, endlessly by deLILAh

“au. louis is sick of vajazzling, harry is saving up for a tandem bike, and they master their own destinies.

[or, camboy harry goes in for some intimate detailing, and something big happens.]”

if tomorrow never comes (we had last night) by @fallinglikethis and @all-these-larrythings

“Louis accepts the call without bothering to look at the caller ID. Only Zayn would be a big enough asshole to call him at two in the morning. This fucking better be important. “This fucking better be important,” Louis greets.

On the other end of the line comes a soft giggle. “Li, you don’t usually curse. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.”

Yeah, that’s not Zayn. Louis sighs, his anger melting into resignation when he realizes that it’s some poor bastard probably drunk dialing his ex or something. “Sorry, mate. Think you’ve got the wrong number.” Based on this Tumblr prompt: "Accidentally called your number while drunk asking for a ride and you actually came au"”

i’ll crash until you notice me by @aliensingucci

“Louis sets off to Barbados to oversee the massive resort his family owns known as Sandy Hill. For years, he's been looking for a change in the monotony of his life, seeking adventure and perhaps love too. What he doesn't expect is the bright eyed boy who spills a milkshake on his shoes.

Cue the summer loving.”

into another (another) serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo

“Harry wants this year to be different - wants it to be the year that he finally gets over this stupid crush. He’s going to uni, he needs to decide what he wants to do with his life.

Instead, he’s deciding what he wants to do to Louis Tomlinson.

Or: Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey.”

i’ve been thinking ‘bout it all day lsforever

“When he heard about the job opening, from his nosy Aunt of course, Harry was ecstatic to go down there and talk to the shop owner. Her name is Perrie, and she and her best friend Louis opened the shop together not too long ago. Harry remembers the pair well from when he was in school.

or, Harry gets a job in Perrie and Louis' potion shop. He wasn't planning on the huge crush he develops on his boss.”

i’m not that other guy by @jaerie

“Harry has just come back from maternity leave when he unexpectedly goes into heat. He runs into a coworker on his way out.”

introduction to dynamics by @juliusschmidt

“Louis Tomlinson is the outspoken omega in the 'Introduction to Dynamics' course Harry wishes he didn't have to take. He's nearly certain to present as a beta, after all. Things will be simple for him.”

it’s not what it looks like by @kingsofeverything

“Quarantine allows Harry the time to improve his sewing skills, thanks to the face masks he makes for friends and family. Proud of his work, he posts a picture on Instagram, but it's not what it looks like.”

i’d burn this city down to show you the light by @nobodymoves

“Harry's a sheltered rich kid and Louis's a punk with a heart of gold. They meet when Louis breaks into Harry's house, Harry obtains an instant and all-encompassing crush, and they spend the summer falling into a whirlwind romance.”

i made a map of your stars by @brightbluelou

“Harry does not have a crush on Louis Tomlinson. Yes, Louis is very pretty and funny, and Harry may have had more than a few inappropriate thoughts about him, but he certainly doesn’t like him. (Except for the fact that he totally does.) or, Harry is the shy boy in the back of the class that no one really notices. Louis is the loud, outgoing football player that everybody likes.”

in dreams by @haydolce

“AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.”

i do not feel the fear of falling (thought i could fly) by turismoemocional

“"After months of being showered with attention from the gorgeous boy, Louis feels like he’s experiencing a drought, and he yearns for even a single look in his general direction. He's pining and he knows it, feels like he's wilting. He can’t decide if being fired and arrested and disowned by his mum would have been the better outcome at this point."

Or - Harry is 19, Louis is 25. Student/Teacher relationships should remain strictly professional at all times... That's not to say they always do. Things get messy quickly.”

it’s halftime. are you ready to go? by @gaycousinlarry

“Reason #12 - Because it's halftime.

Harry would like to think that he doesn’t know how he got himself into this. Only… he’d be lying. Because he knows exactly how he got himself into this. Oh man, does he know, and it’s all because of a certain Louis Tomlinson. Alternatively - football is gay and Harry is trying to cope.”

it’s like i breathe you by orphan account

“Louis shrugs, grabbing the smoothie and taking a sip of it. He’s not really bragging. But. “I’ve kind of always had everything I wanted.”

“Everything?” Harry asks, genuinely interested, his green eyes wide.

Louis looks at Harry, smiling at him across the table and twirling a curl around his finger. Not everything.

or the one where louis volunteers to teach high school students about the ropes of business and running a company of your own, but he certainly does not plan on running into harry styles.”

i know how to whisk (but teach me anyway) by @2tiedships2

“Louis scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t understand. Unmated alphas don’t just go into a rut out of nowhere. Unless…”

Louis grabbed onto Niall’s arm in desperation. “Am I a homewrecker? Does Harry have a mate? Oh my God, was he not flirting? Did the change in his scent not have anything to do with my smell yesterday? Did I just make that up!?”

Louis let go of Niall and dropped his face in his hands. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

“You’re an idiot,” Niall stated. Louis looked up to find Niall rolling his eyes. He snapped his laptop closed and moved to stand up. “I need to get some work done. Why don’t you stay here and think back to ABO dynamics 101.”

With that Niall hopped off the couch and headed to his room. He stopped and turned to Louis before he made it to the hall and said, “Oh, and Lou. You may want to reconsider your outlook on soulmates.”

Louis yelled after him. “Soulmates aren’t a thing, Niall!”

Or the one in which banana bread just might make Louis change his mind about soulmates.”

it’s in the contract by anonymous

““I can’t make rent this month,” Harry says.

“Awesome,” says Mitch. Mitch is the house leader. He’s the one leading the house meeting. “Free your schedule on Friday, Phi Sigma Kappa are coming over for game night anyway.

Harry swallows, nodding. “Alright,” he says.

Harris puts a hand on his thigh. “Hey,” he whispers into Harry’s ear. “I’d pay at least thirty for you.”

Harry snorts. “Thanks,” he says. “Good to know I’m an expensive bitch.””

just jump by @jaerie

“Finally, after years of suffering alone, the insurance plan at Harry's new job covered omega heat services. As a grown omega adult, it finally felt like the right time to try it out. And, since taking an entire week of heat leave would really put him behind at work, using a service to shorten it seemed like a responsible decision. At least that’s how he rationalized it. He was nervous about his decision but it was too late. The doorbell rang.

“Hi!” The alpha said again and Harry took the hand he offered and shook it firmly. “I’m Louis from Omega Services. It’s nice to meet you.””

just for me by @canonlarry

“Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic lunch between friends.

(They do.)”

just one look (and i fell so hard) by @disgruntledkittenface

“Louis takes a small step back, breaking the moment first. “Well, I should–”

“Do you want to come up?”

The words are out of Harry’s mouth before he’d even planned them, and he bites his lip.

“Oh, thank god,” Louis laughs, stepping back into Harry’s space. “I wasn’t, um…” “Wasn’t ready to let go of you yet,” Harry finishes quietly, glancing up at Louis. “Yeah,” Louis nods, reaching up and twirling one of Harry’s curls in his fingers. “Yeah, exactly.”

Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.”

know you better. by @wabadabadaba

“It didn't help that oftentimes Niall and Zayn's other friend, Louis joined them and from all the stories Marcel has heard about Louis, he was positive they wouldn't get along. From their description, Louis was loud, annoying, and competitive. He liked to tease Niall and Zayn mercilessly and he was creative. Being a tattoo artist, Louis knew things about art that Marcel would simply never understand due to his analytical mindset. He was the complete opposite of Marcel and Marcel didn't think he would ever last in a social setting where he had to be with Louis.

or the one where Marcel and Louis fall in love.”

kiss me on the mouth and set me free by @maggieisalarrie

“Louis has his head thrown back in a laugh, his wet fringe hanging in front of his eyes, and a beautiful flush to his cheeks. From this angle, the sun hits his face just right to where the beams of light are shining in between the spaces of each individual clump of watered down eyelashes. His chest is showing through the soaked material of his white jersey and it seems that his biceps are attempting to break free from the sleeves that are clinging to his skin.

And Harry can do nothing except take it all in. He doesn’t even think he’s breathing at this point. He is literally stuck in place, admiring the true beauty of Louis Tomlinson, while being surrounded by fit footballers and generally attractive people. He doesn’t think he’s ever been in love before, but if Louis let him, he’s pretty damn sure he could change that in the matter of a few nanoseconds.”

kiss from a rose by @chloehl10

“Harry is the quiet one in the office no one ever notices. Until Louis does, that is. When notes start appearing on Harry’s desk, he ponders who is behind the kind words, oblivious to Louis’ attempts to get his attention...”

knock knock, i love you by beautlouis

““Well,” Louis says, searching for something to relieve this tension. “I think if a bloke gets kicked out of his stats exam for a knock knock joke, he deserves to hear the punchline, yeah?”

“Oh!” Harry says, beaming. “I forgot where we left off, what was it again?” He looks overjoyed to be exchanging a shit joke.

“Ah, you said knock knock, then I said who’s there, and then you said Noah,” Louis supplies helpfully. He hates that he's actually curious about the rest of the joke. “So, Noah who?”

“Oh,” says Harry, in a much different tone, dragging out the syllable. He looks bashful now. Louis cannot keep up with this boy, it's going to kill him. “Right, well.” He shuffles his feet. Fuck, what kind of knock knock joke gets a boy nervous? “Noah a good place we could get something to eat?”

[Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.]”

love is divine by @aliensingucci

“Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.”

let me outshine the moon by sarcasticfluentry

““Fuck,” echoes Liam, shaking his head at them with a small smile on his face. “Just don’t get yourselves killed.”

“You can come too, if you want,” says Niall, standing up.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead at a vampire bar,” Liam scoffs, standing up as well. “Wait. Fuck.”

...or, boarding school students Niall and Harry chance a trip to the local vampire bar.”

let’s talk about making love by istajmaal

““That’s my name, baby, I’m Louis.” The voice on the phone inhales sharply, then says, “Gonna take my cock now, princess?”

Harry lets out a high-pitched mhmm and shudders as he pulls his fingers out of his hole, groping for the vibrator. “Nice to meet you,” he says, feeling a bit dizzy with how hard his untouched cock is.

Louis is just a simple phone sex line operator, but to Harry, he's Daddy.“”

loving you is free by @littlelouishiccups

“Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn't been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry.”

laundry room by beautlouis

“The third Wednesday of the new year, Louis finds himself in the laundry room, just as he was the last Wednesday and the one before that. He’s doing pretty well with his New Year’s resolution. The only problem so far is the company he finds in the laundry room. It seems that it’s just him and one other boy who’ve chosen late Wednesday nights as prime laundry-doing time. That wouldn’t be a problem except for who the other boy is.

He’s seen this boy around; it’s hard to miss the long-legged, long-haired dream that lives in Louis’ complex. He likes to wear very sheer shirts and very high boots; he is incredibly fucking gorgeous and yeah, Louis’ noticed him but he’s never spoken to him. Until tonight, apparently.

[Louis and Harry are both students living in the same apartment complex. They end up having the same laundry night and time. Louis can't stop staring at Harry and he can't figure out why Harry consistently points out Louis’ inside-out shirts, and his untied shoes, and messy hair. Enter slow burn-ish flirting, banter, awkwardness, and a lot of laundry.]”

lead me out on the moonlit floor by @scrunchyharry and @beauxbatonslouis

“In all honesty, Harry was long forgotten, cast aside by a dimpled stranger and too much champagne. He was almost glad, now, that Harry hadn’t come, because he wouldn’t have met this stranger, this tall man who could make his heart flutter with a single glance.

Victorian!AU where Louis is a wealthy lord throwing a masquerade ball for his birthday and Harry is a toymaker who's only confident when he's wearing a mask.”

let our hearts collide by @crinkle-eyed-boo

““Liam is in a coma.” “Yeah, we can see that,” the father says, throwing his hands in the air. “God, this is the most depressing Christmas ever,” the blonde sister mutters. “His vital signs are strong,” Dr. Higgins assures them. “Brain waves are good–” “Brain waves?” the mother wails, taking Liam’s hand in hers. “Oh my God!” “How did this happen?” the father demands. “Um, he was pushed from the platform at the subway station,” Harry pipes up. The entire family turns to look at him, confused. Harry shrinks back, wishing he could have just kept his big mouth shut. “Who’s this?” the father asks, pointing at him. “Um, I’m Harry–” he starts. “He’s Liam’s fiancé!” Jade adds helpfully from where she stands by the door. Every jaw in the room drops, including Harry’s. Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. What?

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he's always longed for...and a love he never saw coming.

A While You Were Sleeping AU”

lemon eyes by @turnyourankle

“It's not proper for omegas to mess around with alphas before finding their bondmate. But Harry doesn't give a damn what's proper and fully intends on getting as much experience as he can before even trying to find one. As far as he's concerned, the right alpha won't care, and he'll have some fun on the way.

And who better to start with than Louis Tomlinson, the alpha with the worst reputation on campus?”

like how your hands feel me up and down by ballsdeepinjesus

““How do I look?” Harry asks lowly. He turns around and gestures towards the unzipped back of his skirt for him to help. Louis stumbles forward and places a cold hand on the exposed side of Harry’s stomach, steadying him while he pulls the zipper up the rest of the way. He pushes Harry back into the dressing room and stands behind him in front of the mirror. “It’s -- you’re tight,” Louis chokes. “It’s tight, I mean. It’s. Yes.” His hand is curved around his hip now, squeezing lightly.

“Tight’s good, right?” Harry murmurs, batting his eyelashes. He almost can’t believe himself.

“Very good,” Louis grunts.

[louis works in a halloween shop and harry needs a costume]”

my pleasure (to make you mine) by @zanniscaramouche

““Think about it.” Niall raises an eyebrow at him before amiably leading the interrupting customer to the other side of the store.

And the thing is, even a day later, Harry's done nothing but think about piercing his nipples.

Harry decides to get his nipples pierced. Louis is the piercing artist with a smile that breaks every rule of the universe.”

my service, your pleasure by @hershelsue

“Harry moves in with Louis, his childhood best friend. He had always enjoyed doing things for him, never putting much thought into it. What happens when they're in the same space all the time and Harry can't keep his hands to himself? Surely, his adoration bursts at the seams and a very suspicious Louis tries his best to keep up.”

milk kinship by @jaerie

“Harry had aspired to become a wet nurse since first learning about the honored and respected tradition when he was a teenager. The first documentary he’d seen had been detailed and brutally honest and Harry had still fallen in love with the idea. It’s origins were rooted in highly regarded positions of the royal staff and were credited in playing a role in the lives of some of the most famous children in history. There were medically trained wet nurses and other milk services for mothers unable to feed their babies, but true wet nurse nannies could only be afforded by the rich and famous. The glamorous life appealed to Harry even if his understanding of his role changed to a more realistic view over time. As a starry eyed kid, that was where he wanted to be.

Or Harry is a wet nurse and isn't allowed to have an alpha. He may or may not break his vows.”

make tea, not war by @whateverdelusional and @popsongnation

“"Is he the messiest?"

"Yes."

"Does he do the washing up?"

"Never."

"Does he make his bed?"

"Never."

"Hopeless, hopeless flatmate. Would you rather be with one of these guys?"

"Nope!"

Or: Louis attempts to become a better flatmate, much to Harry's dismay.”

masterpiece by @rainbowsandlovehl

“Harry stared at his phone for five minutes, waiting for a response before giving up. He scrolled through instagram for a while but nothing caught his fancy. He sighed deeply, glancing up for a second before looking at his phone again then blinked. Wait a second... Harry’s head snapped up quickly and he did a double take because this guy surely hadn’t been there the last time Harry had checked the place. No, this person was new and beautiful and different and Harry was pretty sure he was openly gaping at him.

Harry is unwillingly dragged to an art gallery by Niall and his evening turns out better than he expected when he meets Louis. Featuring bad pickup lines and ample flirting.”

meow or never by velvetnoodle (goldfishsunglasses)

“Harry is having a terrible, no good, very bad day.

He’s holed himself up in the back of the university library, stealing an entire sofa for himself. The fact that no one has said anything to him about it just goes to show how much his feelings must be on display. That’s nothing new; Harry’s always worn his heart on his sleeve. And cried easily. Not that he’s crying yet, but he’s close. It’s been a right shit day, and Harry just wants to go back to his room and bury his face in Evie’s soft fur. Unfortunately, he no longer has that luxury.

When Harry is forced to choose between getting kicked out of student housing or giving up his cat, a moment of self-pity leads to the discovery of a third, and much more appealing, option”

my things aren’t the only thing you’ve stolen by beautyhaz

“Harry thinks he's gone insane when things begin to go missing at school and only one boy knows where they are. It turns into more than he expects.”

midnight memories by grand buzz

“Louis Tomlinson is the successful author of several children's books. Those books happen to be the favourites of Eve Styles, Harry’s six year old daughter. Never one to deny her anything, he takes her to a book signing where Louis will also be reading an excerpt from his new book

Of course, Harry doesn't expect to fall in love with the author whose books he reads every night--but that's exactly what happens.“

make him want to sin by @becomeawendybird

“The stranger’s sharp gaze landed on him immediately, the eye contact shattering through Harry’s defenses. For the first time in his life, Harry had an instantaneous reaction to someone. The man stared down at him with interest, like he wanted to take Harry apart and put him back together again, piece by piece. Harry wanted that more than anything, and he wanted it right now. It took every ounce of strength he had ever possessed to not drop down to his knees instinctively.

All from one glance.

Harry is a curatorial assistant at the London Museum of Natural History, on the day of the big annual gala he catches a glimpse of someone unexpected.”

thank you to all the authors for creating wonderful fics! you’re all so talented and valued. :)

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freyatarotreadings8 · 10 months

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Sebastian Stan Tarot Reading June, 2023

Note: I made this reading only for entertainment purposes. My interpretation of cards may vary from other readers. Feel free to share your vision or insights. His personality: The Hermit represents introspection, wisdom and solitude. Introverted old soul. He tends to be introspective and enjoy spending time alone for reflection and self-discovery. Sebastian has a deep desire for knowledge and seeks inner enlightenment. Most likely he reads a lot and even practices writing. He is a smart, wise cookie for sure.

The Hanged Man (reversed) can signify a resistance to change or a struggle to let go of old patterns or perspectives. He may find it challenging to surrender control or release attachments that hinder personal growth. He may feel stagnant or trapped in certain areas of his lives, seeking liberation but struggling to find it. Sebastian lost in his own ideas and beliefs. Moreover, he may have some sort of personality disorder or any other mental issues.

Ace of Swords represents clarity, intellectual prowess and mental breakthroughs. Sebastian has a sharp intellect, period. He likes to be intellectually stimulated. He may have a desire for truth and clarity. He has great ability to analyze situations objectively. He is full of amazing ideas. Also he has a tendency to overthinks a lot. He rarely loses an argument or discussion. Sometimes he needs to be more grounded.

The Devil represents temptation, materialism, lust and the influence of vices. He may struggle with addictive behaviors, unhealthy attachments or patterns of self-sabotage. He may need to be stimulated with drugs, sugar, tobacco or alcohol to cope. Sebastian may stuck in a toxic pattern he believes he needs. Also he may have some issues with self-esteem. Additionally, he is highly sexual.

His goals/dreams: 7 of Wands represents courage, perseverance and standing up for oneself.

6 of Cups symbolizes nostalgia, innocence and emotional fulfillment.

The Justice card represents fairness, balance and the pursuit of truth. It can go in so many ways. He may want to heal his inner child completely by hunting down all inner monsters. He desires to have an inner balance. Also he may experience a light nostalgia, so he wanna visit a place where he grew up, connect with people from the past or something like that. Last but not least, Sebastian dreams about fairness and equality. He thinks that he deserves more in the field of his career. He is a talented actor, but kinda underrated. So, he wants to get his piece of a f***ing cake finally.

Future of his career: 7 of Swords represents deception, strategic planning and seeking personal advantage. He might encounter situations where there is a need for caution. It screams PR for me. So, there will be more PR moves of any kind. Also he probably will try something new.

Knight of Wands embodies passion, ambition and a drive for action. Sebastian will be taking bold and decisive steps towards his goals. He will be enthusiastic, adventurous and eager to pursue new opportunities. New exciting projects are coming.

The Tower represents sudden change, upheaval and transformative experiences. A job with high emotional pressure. Most likely significant disruptions or unexpected events will take place and it will impact his professional path somehow. Also his high hopes will be crashed.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan tarot #celebrity tarot reading #celebrity tarot #celebrity readings #tarot online #tarot witch #the winter soldier #actor #marvel

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aemiron-main · 5 months

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AHHH, I’m so excited that you got to see the play sxjjjabgabsb!!!!!!!!

And well, I wanted to ask if there were any scenes that surprised you? Things that you didn’t expect, things that your didn’t think about but were glad to see, or maybe even things that were the opposite/different from what you thought?☕️

AAAAAAA YES TY HWGEBDNFNFNF IT WAS AMAZING!! 💗💗💗

And OMG SO, there were tons of scenes that surprised me, but the first one I wanted to talk about was actually the absence of a certain scene- the fact that there’s absolutely no references whatsoever to an exorcism at the Creel house despite posters in the theatre talking about exorcisms and all of the exorcism stuff with the creels/the weekly watcher talking about an exorcism in the creel house. Especially with the presence of Father Newby/the church stuff, and with Henry acting all weird re: the shaved/“it”/the hivemind, I’m surprised that there wasn’t some sort of exorcism.

And also, I did NOT expect the opening sequence with the Eldridge WW2 boat/project rainbow, but it was AMAZING and the special effects were insane!!!! I also didn’t expect them to lean so heavily into Virginia’s emotional incest with Henry & so that was a bit of a surprise (not a surprise that she’s Like That but a surprise that they leaned into it so hard & so overtly).

I was also VERY pleasantly surprised by the flashback video to 7 year old Henry blowing out candles at his birthday party- he was SUCH A LITTLE GUY and it also makes me insane from an analysis standpoint because that Henry from the video has REALLY dark hair as a child, unlike the in-show Henry played by Raphael. Like, his hair is DARK brown as a 7 year old, bordering on black/similar to Scott’s hair. So now that’s making me insane because im like boy who ARE YOU??? (Also there was a picture of 7 year old Henry cuddling a dog and im!!! Sobbing!!!)

Also I was NOT expecting Henry to be such a dorky comic nerd but i LOVED IT, his dorky little salutes and handshakes & comic knowledge was SO CUTE HE WAS SO PRECIOUS! Him being a captain midnight stan was so fun & totally unexpected.

#stranger things #the first shadow #tfs spoilers

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ballisterboldheart · 1 year

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quinn what happened to the hot king

short answer: he died

long answer:

it is august of 2018 — no actually. our story begins in september of 2017. voltron: legendary defender is released by netflix to widespread acclaim. a community forms on tumblr, and then immediately shoots itself in the foot face and ass as horny people move to make suggestive content of this preteen space lion show. the community not only splits, but implodes and descends into rabid frenzy. in the year that follows, and as the quality of the source content declines, death threats and callouts and blacklists become not only ordinary, but daily. but, as einstein or some other guy said, matter and energy cannot be destroyed and this rabid energy of hundreds of annoying gay teenagers must be redirected — somewhere close, and quick.

enter me. one of them. not doing great in college. yes, academically i was excelling but socially isolated. lonely. i needed some distraction. netflix releases a teaser for an upcoming animated show. the look of it — dramatic set pieces, colorful magic use, armored knights — piques my interest. i haven't had any good medieval content since kalots's release in 2017. the teaser is short, provides only a taste of whats to come in the approaching season. some words, some characters.

one character specifically grabs my interest: the king. i look online, searching for a name to the beautiful face. i find none. not quite discouraged, but rather engaged, i decide he will be my favorite. the other characters are children, and this man is beautiful. i cannot resist the allure. i find like minded individuals. we are all love the unnamed dragon prince king. and this is where i must remind you of the reformed voltron gays. we'd been slighted. we'd been hurt. netflix cartoon had already broken our minds spirits and sanity once, but this was a different netflix cartoon, different animation studio, different creative team. in fact, it was the child show of the men who created avatar: the last airbender, which i had not watched, but which i know was beloved. i had faith. i had trust! surely, this unnamed king would be given grace and dimension! surely, they would not waste such a great design with shallow writing and a cold hard future in the fridge! <- this is what we in show business call foreshadowing.

days pass without a name for the king. not unexpected, netflix puts out only minimal effort in promoting a series. its usually up to whoever created it to hype it up. in this case, the offender is wonderstorm, who quickly realizes there is a large, jilted audience in their target demographic (teens and teens adjacent) itching for a new series to latch onto, like eels being given a pizza. they get to work, setting up both a twitter and tumblr account. here is their best work, and arguably the peak of the entirety of the dragon prince experience: the hype harvested by the dragonprinceofficial account before the release of the show.

see, they'd done their homework, learned from the blunder misstep and nuclear detonation of voltron's more than lacking, downright insulting pr team. dpo baited. dpo waited. they released bits and pieces. hints and riddles. they were tuned into the biggest memes of the moment. they capitalized. and i was not immune. at the time, it was fun. thats the first tragedy, i think. the pre-show era was actually fun, while the show itself became such a slog, a heavy weight on the experience when it should have been the reward it was promised to be. but, im getting ahead of myself. show release is still a few paragraphs out. we finally get a name for the face: king harrow. a frantic google search for the etymology of the word harrow leaves us worrying for this guy. the king, the father, associated with such a negative connotation.

nonetheless, we stan. edits and art and even some fics — mind you, we still only have the name and a brief teaser, nothing in the way of actual characterization — sprout. hype builds. the first episode is screened at a convention and i turned into fucking sherlock holmes finding posts and tidbits about it. about my beloved harrow. i am able to sleuth. the man has promise — a king who made a mistake so grave it'll send him to his. in this day and age we'd call him doomed by the narrative. its wonderful. im latched and hooked and pack bonded. and in this looking around, i find something else that's interesting: a character by the name of viren. someone we haven't seen, but who has an important dynamic with the king. im 👁👁 because the only thing better than a good character is a pair of them.

anticipation continues to build. the delirium only deepens. news about the show is promising, engagement with dpo is rewarding. golden age. the good old days. the official trailer comes out, and, to put it biblically, i go batshit. here, finally, more harrow. some viren! drama! call me a tick, call me a feral cat shown kindness because babey i form some unhealthy unbreakable unshakable bonds. i turn into wonderstorm's bitch. "the king is in danger" some promo material warns, but do i miss the red flags? baby, i miss the entire red dawn. my faith is will be rewarded. there is no doubt in my mind: harrow will be fine. he's a good father, great man. the power of love or friendship or some other adolescent bullshit will save him.

i have hope.

and then, right on time at 12:00am PST, Friday, September 9th, 2018, the series is released.

google, look up synonyms for disappointment. no, that's not fair. disappointment is too mild a term, too mild a feeling for the experience. it was brutal, gutting, a crucible of fire and blood that only made me worse. i stayed up until 4am, swallowing as much of the show as i could stomach. i didn't even finish that night. i could have, but i was feeling the effects of sleep deprivation and, much worse, the pain and embarrassment of being so completely and utterly wrong.

in the nine episodes of wonderstorm's the dragon prince season one, harrow is in three of them. technically, his lifeless corpse is in the fourth, but exists only to be desecrated and disrespected by his white friend.

harrow is a frustrating character — given the illusion of depth, but given little to do with it. he's more plot device than person, here to die to kick off the story, to launch character arcs, to be the big sad tragedy that everyone brings up every other episode. he becomes an abstraction, his death used as motive and purpose. he dies to showcase that this isnt your dad's animated series! suck our dick nickolodeon! see we have depth!

but, despite this, his death feels temporary. there is ambiguity, shadows, a fade to black that leaves us with a wink and promise. he dies, but we're told he dies, never shown final moments, never confirming it for ourselves. like yesterday's leftovers, he's shoved in the fridge.

to give a name to the tactic, i'd call it shrodinger's representation. its the writers putting a foot in two doors. we didnt kill the kind black father, they say, because he isn't dead! but at the same time, frustratingly, we're told there isnt a way to bring the dead back to life. viren rushes to cremate the body, and you think ah there is more afoot but there is nothing afoot. there is no mystery to solve. in the same breath that they ask us to look more into harrow's death, they also say, without question, that he is dead. he has to be dead for the story to work sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ nevermind that several, MOST other characters cheat death. the writers ask, beg, and whine for you to pay no mind to these future instances. harrow is dead.

harrow dies less than sixty minutes into the saga, and my interest in the show hould have been taken out into a patch of quiet woods and killed as well, but it isnt. having nothing else do to, i engage in behavior that can only be described as Bitchless. which nets me two thousand followers and a callout post but hey. i have my fun in the month after the show is released. making gifs making theories getting into scraps in the tag. its a different kind of experience than before. i may have lost the rosy film, the romantic lens with which i viewed the show before it was released, but nothings so broken it cant be fixed. tdp would get another season, there was a plan, there was the chirpening theory, there was angst to write. viren was a weak, confusing character, but i could fix him. i could take out the interesting bits, polish them until they shined.

i was promised everything, and given nothing, but that didnt stop me. because im a dumbass.

months pass. s2 looms as a threat. i try to move onto other things but its only a few, short months before the new season is released. i go in knowing harrow is dead, but, unfortunately i also go in knowing there will be flashbacks with him.

even worse: flashbacks with him and his wife.

queen sarai. i must at this point remind you i am a lesbian so you see the kind of strain i was under. trapped between a beautiful man and his epic wife. i never stood a chance. and she was [unintelligible gibberish]. another of tdp's weak characters with some interesting attributes. her relationship with her husband was at points stupid, but they loved each other and Did I Mention I Was Lonely. throw viren into the mix and baby. unhealthy coping mechanisms thy name is quinn daggerons. it was at this point i divorced canon for the most part. i took these three characters, all the characterization that tickled my brain, and just went hog wild with aus. second golden age. sure, sarai was dead, harrow was dead, and viren was [unintelligible gibberish, sounds of violence] but that didnt matter. here on tumblr dot hell they were alive and well and i wrote a 20,000 word, four part au where they were the main characters of the series. next level brainrot. multidimensional brainrot, even. embarrassing.

anyways.

by the time season two's ending credits rolled, i had given up on the show. another season or four was something that was going to happen, but not happen to me. and mix in some Controversy: a fun little case of bury your gays, some elements that felt racially insensitive, white men showrunners behaving like white men and i was ✌️ checked out. i would keep these characters, thank you very much, but i would not say anything nice to the people who made them.

s3 unfortunately, eventually came out. more of the same. viren was.... doing Something. what? i didnt care. harrow was still dead. someone told me there were some flashbacks with him, again, and i was like good on luc roderique getting that netflix money. genuinely hope he has good luck with other projects, he was too good for this show.

but i sat my ass down and watched said flashbacks. they were alright. thanks for giving us harrow depressed about the death of his wife. im gonna hit you with my car aaron ehasz. viren's fun time war crimes happen. it sucks knowing the thing that will eventually get harrow killed wasn't even something he wanted to do. it was something he agreed to only after having his grief for his dead wife exploited by his white friend. i giffed my beloved man one last time. and blurred out viren because it was funny.

so, to answer your question, dear friend. what happened to the hot king? he lived, he served cunt, he died, and then his corpse was dragged around for the rest of the show.

#s.ask #scalproie #sorry for the wall of text. i have problems.#the dragon prince #<- yes im putting it in the main tag. i have no respect for peoples blogging experience ☺️#long post #anyways. this is four pages long and two thousand words. oopsie.

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WHAT— what if reader always walks by the cat cafe but never goes in bc they’re kinda scared of cats but they notice TAEIL playing with cats and get the courage to maybe go in or they watch from the window and they’re always wanting to play but they have this tendency of chickening out. STOPPPP IDK WHY BUT IT JUST FJSKKDD ITS SO CUTE !!! Reader finds taeil so endearing but also slightly jealous that they’re able to play with cats so easily and it’s hard for reader and they really want to be a cat owner one day too but they maybe had a small incident as child nothing too bad but it just made this little insecurity for reader !!!

A Kitty's Heart of Gold | Moon Taeil

[ m.list including other neos! ]

─ Synopsis: There is a cat cafe called Cute Kitty Paws near your university, one you tend to avoid due to your unexplained fear of felines.

But, your own fear did not stop you from an unexpected encounter with the handsome cat cafe owner - Moon Taeil!

─ Genre: so fluffy like cat fur, One-Shot, REQUESTED PROMPT!

─ Concepts: university au (reader is a student), use of they/them, non-idol au, cat cafe owner!Taeil, cats<3, haechan special appearance, reader has a irrational fear of cats, just lots of fluffiness and taeil being soft for cats, haechan sneezing up a storm, jungwoo is mentioned and is reader's friend!, reader and taeil bonding over cats basically, some romantic implications but no romantic progression (reader is whipped bc who isnt)

─ Count of Words: 3.4k

─ Inspiration of the Work: this taeil cat video, Darling by JUNNY (ft. dress)

❒ a/n: hey sweetheart, ty for requesting<3 im so sorry this was late and happy belated birthday!! this was supposed to be your birthday present, but you know...HAHA...you already know, i told u in pms BYE. BUT YES THIS PROMPT HAS BEEN LIVING IN MY HEAD RENT FREE- thank you again for requesting and spamming my messages about this!! i absolutely ADORE taeil and him... him as a cat dad... oh god him... JUST HIM! (from a taeil stan in denial)

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Summer - the season you are never too fond of due to the heat and the uncomfortable weather cursing you to sweat for a period of time, when standing outside doing absolutely nothing. Though this weather is one to plummet your mood when the time comes, you feel incredibly refreshed when gaining the opportunity to visit the cafe and get an ice cold drink; of course, special summer drinks on the menu is one perk you like about summer.

You are someone who enjoys trying a variety of beverages from a cafe, especially the one a bit further away from your campus. You are a regular there, oftentimes stopping by to study in the serene environment or picking up a drink to keep your tastebuds enlightened by the taste of coffee or whatever beverage you had ordered.

For today, it seems like fate has brought you to one cafe that is near your campus.

You could easily obtain your usual drink, knowing it is one ordinary beverage; but, this particular cafe is one you avoid like a plague. You stood in front of the entrance, staring at the sign above and claiming the name of ‘Cute Kitty Paws’ - according to your close friend, Kim Jungwoo, it was a cafe that has these special summer drinks that have you yearning with curiosity.

It was intimidating, however. It was no ordinary cafe, considering it is cat themed and there are many felines roaming freely inside. You have never visited, not even once have you thought about visiting; until, you took a sip of Jungwoo’s drink and suddenly you are craving for that same taste again on this random day. Oh, why did this cafe have to be cat-themed?

You have walked past this cafe plenty of times before, having to take this specific route towards the usual cafe you visit. Plenty of times have you seen the roaming cats sitting by the window, their small pupil gazes following any passerby; you never bothered to interact with any, feeling some discomfort with such creature regardless of it’s cute appearance to most people.

Although, your attention never lingers too long on the cafe through the glass window revealing the cat-themed interior inside; you’ve seen a young man, a brunette with a very charming smile adorning his features. He caught your eye sometimes as you walked by, sometimes turning your head fully to see him playing with the felines with a hanging feather or he would be laying on the floor.

You have no idea why, but it is endearing to watch someone - even a complete stranger - interact with animals with such gentleness. He never took notice of you, he was in his own world. A man with a heart of gold for these felines, the very same person holding a smile you can’t help but find contagious. In a way, he almost resembled one of them by laying on the floor without a care in the world.

Even if you are interested in this one person, your own fear has prevented you from entering this cafe. The very thought of being in the same room as cats has your heart in turmoil, your own skin crawling like an uncomfortable curse running through your body; was it an irrational fear? Sometimes, you think you are insane or even overreacting by something so cute and fluffy.

Taking a deep breath, you step away from the cafe’s door. You couldn’t bear the thought of entering despite your own gluttony speaking otherwise, you wanted to have the peach-mango flavored drink that Jungwoo had brought that one day; unfortunately, you lost all confidence. Well, it was one quest you have failed! Time to move on.

Walking away from the door, you walk past the window where you are exposed to any cat lover’s heaven. Several felines lay around, a few watching you; awkwardly you met a few of their gazes, your hand twitching slightly at the thought of touching them to rake your fingers through the slick fur they usually have. Yet that parasite called ‘fear’ remains in the back of your head.

Suddenly, the man you adored from afar had come into view. He stood with the usual smile he reserved for these cats, his pretty yet large hands extended out when he leaned down; a feline approaching with a furry head bumping against it, gently nibbling on his fingers and you felt your own heart drop. Not a crushing one, but one to make your own heart ache in the most pleasant way.

The way his fingers stroke the fur of the feline’s head, you felt oddly comforted by the sight. In your head, these creatures aren’t too bad especially with how he interacts with them. You stood dumbly, the fond smile playing at your lips and you did not notice the quizzical gaze meeting yours. Meeting eyes with the worker inside through the window made your own body tense up, embarrassment rushing through you like a tidal wave.

Momentarily, the two of you stood and stared at one another without breaking eye contact. Your thoughts racing, telling you to run away or let the world swallow you whole; but, your feet remain glued to the floor from the bewilderment with a mix of embarrassment. You never thought about it until now, but the gentle cat-person is incredibly handsome.

Oh, why did you have to meet someone like that in this type of situation?!

Finally, he walks away and you are blinking back to reality. Out of your sight, the felines remain and you are ready to run off like a stray frightened by a stranger. Once you begin to move, you hear the door open and the chiming bell above makes you turn your head instinctively. You met eyes with the handsome cat-person, once again.

He politely smiles at you, “Would you like to come in? We are open.”

You did not reply instantly, only staring at him with wide eyes like a deer in the headlights. You didn’t fully process the question, letting your eyes roam along his figure; a white apron tied around his waist, the cat-themed badge on his chest and revealing his name to be Taeil. It was a pretty name for such a pretty person.

He shifts before you, your eyes instantly meeting his. Clearing your throat, you slowly nod - “Yes? I just…Yeah.” You had mentally facepalmed at your words, not sure what you were trying to say. In fact, you wanted to reject his offer! Your mouth having a mind of its own, answering for you without comprehending your actual feelings; maybe it was the small guilt you felt for being a creep for watching him.

He nods, not affected by your awkwardness; he gestures for you to come in, a hand beckoning you to come closer. Suddenly, you are following through, a spell casted on you by the same gentle hand petting those cats inside. Something about him seemed so relaxing, you can’t understand what it was exactly; he held such a soft and welcoming demeanor.

Entering inside, you are met by the scent of sanitization which is one you aren’t exactly complaining about; it is a different aroma you are used to. You could hear some felines meowing from afar, your head slowly turning to see the four-legged furballs roaming; some eyeing at you with their unreadable gazes, and a few meowing towards you in greeting. Hesitating, you froze and felt the prickling sensation run through you.

“Is there something wrong? Are you allergic? I should have informed you this is a cat cafe,” Taeil spoke to you gently, catching onto the anxiety cursing your well-being. You turned towards him, swallowing the lump stuck in your throat - “Oh…I knew that…It’s just…” You glanced at the cats on the other side, thankful for the high gate the felines couldn’t walk past through or jump over.

“I-I have a fear of them, that’s all…” You admit barely above a whisper and Taeil seemed surprised by your confession. He nodded in understanding however, his tender gaze holding no judgment whatsoever; he smiled kindly, “I can make your drink and give it to you outside. I understand, if this could be overwhelming. Tell me what you like to order.” He suggests, compromising with your fear.

Considering his words, you take a deep breath and slowly shake your head - “The thing is…I don’t hate them. You know that exposure thing in psychology? Maybe I can do that! I mean, how can I be in a cat cafe without interacting with any?” You say with a laugh, trying to relieve the tension with the forced enthusiasm. Taeil briefly pursed his lips at your words before nodding in understanding, “I am sure you will enjoy your time here. I can stay by your side.”

“Y-You don’t have to!” You sputter out, surprised by his willingness to help you with your ‘exposure’ experiment. He only shook his head with the same gentle smile, the one that has your heart feeling warm - “I am the owner of this cafe, I take pride in all the cats being taken care of here and my customers’ comfort is my responsibility. These cats are socialized with humans, I can assure you that nothing will happen.”

You nod at his words, glancing warily at the felines awaiting for you and Taeil to join them on the other side. “I can show you how to interact with them. Maybe you can visit often, we can take our time familiarizing yourself with them; is that okay with you?” He asks, taking a step forward with a hand resting on the gate.

His patience and gentle words had made you feel more at ease, the idea of him sticking by your side through the process is enough to comfort you; even if it was only little. Small words of gratitude are given towards him, Taeil only smiled back at you before opening the gate.

“Take your time going inside,” He assures you, the pressure upon your shoulders uplifted once you heard the gate unlock with a click. Loudly the felines purr by his feet, rubbing themselves against the leg sticking out to prevent them from walking past the open gate. Slowly you inhale, gradually building the confidence despite the leeching fear; slowly you approach Taeil and the three cats crowding around him.

Avoiding stepping on the cats near your feet, you take a step into the cat-themed cafe with the counter in full view with another worker behind it. He stood behind the counter with raven locks of hair, a finger rubbing at his sniffling nose; you weren’t able to greet him just yet once feeling a cat press against your legs, a small gasp leaving you at the contact.

A hand is placed on your lower back to prevent yourself from losing balance from the surprise, Taeil smiling at you as you meet his handsome face - “Don’t worry, I got you. For now, we can look at the menu; you don’t have to pet them for today, if you aren’t comfortable.”

“Thank you…” you murmur out, Taeil’s hand never leaving your back as he guides you towards the counter. The cat badge on the barista’s apron read Donghyuck, he looks at you with a curious look; he doesn’t seem to understand the situation. “Are you dating someone, Hyung?” He suddenly asks, the younger male looking towards the brunette with raised eyebrows and a smirk drawn over his lips.

Taeil shook his head with a smile, “They are a customer. They aren’t familiar with cats, so I am helping them.” He tells Donghyuck, not exactly exposing your fear with the felines which you are grateful for. His gentle touch leaves your back and you are left with roaming eyes reading the menu above Donghyuck’s head. You consider the options, easily finding the iced drink that Jungwoo had before.

“Oh, I am sorry!” Donghyuck exclaims, his head bowing in apology towards you. You looked back at him and shook your head, “No worries. Can I get the iced peach-mango?” You order with Taeil standing next to you. Donghyuck grins at you, “That’s one of my friends’ favorites! Were you recommended to come by here?”

Nodding, “Yeah a friend of mine from Uni.”

In the corner of your eye, you see Taeil moving away to quietly crouch down to the felines eye level. The affectionate smile playing at his pink lips once more, fingers running through a cat’s fur; you are suddenly feeling the familiar tranquility you’ve always felt, whenever Taeil interacted with the cats. His heart of gold worn upon his sleeve, it is revealed to you like treasure twinkling back at you.

“Oh yeah? I know someone from the nearby University also! It’s Jungwoo-hyung. Hyung, he came by today right?” Donghyuck replies back to you, the familiar name of your friend’s name regaining the attention back to the raven-head.

A bright expression overtakes your features with a nod, “I know Jungwoo too! I had a sip of his drink and I’ve been wanting it ever since. It’s super refreshing for this summer weather.”

Donghyuck smirks proudly at your words, “I know right? I am the one who created that drink. What can Hyung do without me?~”

Taeil chuckles at the younger’s words and looks up at the two of you, “Jungwoo did mention someone liking the drink a lot.”

You laugh and point at yourself, “Well, that’s me! My name is Y/N, by the way.” You finally introduce yourself, completely forgetting to tell. You felt more relaxed, knowing you are surrounded by the friendly staff members. Donghyuck points at his tag, “At your service~” He hums while placing down the drink you’ve ordered. You thank him, taking out your wallet to pay.

“It’s on the house.” Taeil offered once standing up, you looked at him in surprise. Shaking your head, you quickly interject - “No, no it’s okay! You can treat me like any other customer–”

“You aren’t just a customer. You are a friend and I think, you coming by is enough to repay.” Taeil simply tells you, the words of complaint becoming stale on your tongue; you had no idea whether to argue further or to accept it. You can’t argue with his handsome face, his eyes holding a sea of kindness with a smile to have you swimming in captivating waves.

Sighing, “Only this one time!” You tell him and Taeil nods with a smile. Donghyuck looks between you, a melodic tune whistling drifting through the air from his pursed lips - “Wow, hyung must really like you…Are you liking me less now, hyung?” Donghyuck pouts whilst looking at the brunette.

Taeil didn’t answer, simply ignoring the younger’s teasing and he kept his gaze on you; somehow, all attention towards the barista is drowned out by Taeil’s presence itself. “Would you like to stay here a bit longer? You can play with the kittens, they are less intimidating in comparison to the adults.” Taeil suggests. You’ve completely forgotten where you were, for a moment.

A cat hops onto the counter, you backed away and Donghyuck sneezes from behind the counter. Taeil apologizes quickly, picking up the large cat - “Did you not take your allergy medication?” He asks when glancing at the younger. Donghyuck continues to sneeze, his head turned away with a few more sneezes escaping him. He grumbles, “I ran out...I didn’t take one today.”

Standing closely to Taeil, you seeked comfort from his presence. He doesn’t seem to mind, a hand stuffed into his apron and you are watching the brunette take out a pack of medication; he hands it towards the younger. Donghyuck grins at the older, his bubbly nature returning once being taken care of.

“Thanks, hyung!”

Taeil doesn’t answer back, looking towards you - “Sometimes, the cats do whatever they want. Sorry about that.” He chuckles and you smile back at him with a shake of your head. Hearing the many stories of cats, you knew how independent they could be. “I think I can handle kittens. I don’t mind staying here longer,” You answer back.

Nodding his head, you are following him through the cafe and approaching a door. “All these cats are up for adoption. They are all rescued…I usually foster them before bringing them here though,” He tells you and you nod with a pleased smile; a newfound admiration towards the man you've watched from afar for these past seasons.

“You really love cats huh?”

Taeil looks at you with a smile, “They are often misunderstood. I love them dearly.” He turns back to the door to open it and reveals two kittens playing inside. Entering after him, you are feeling relaxed by the smaller felines scampering around with their big heads, and tiny legs; you laugh a little, placing down your cup on a table before slowly kneeling down. Maybe your exposure experiment will go along just fine.

Joining next to you, Taeil picks up a string toy and lets it hang above the kittens’ head. They were distracted by the toy, not approaching you nor sparing any attention towards you; an envious pang felt within your heart, as you watched Taeil play with the kittens. He looks at you, “Usually they warm up quickly when you play with them. They can be really sweet, once they warm up to you.”

He hands you the string and you take it, fingers brushing against his warm ones. A faint smile played at your lips by the contact, turning your attention to the kittens while swinging around the string above them; they hop and climb on top of each other, trying to reach for the toy.

You let out a laugh, “How cute!” you exclaim while playing with the kittens hunting down the string you dangled above their heads.

In a comfortable silence, you drag the string along the floor and the kittens pounce onto it, trying their best to catch it. Taeil watches the felines play, “Are you feeling more comfortable around them?” He asks and glances at you. Your eyes didn’t leave the kittens, nodding your head - “I definitely am…But, I think it’s because you are here, you know?” You admit with a sheepish smile once meeting his eyes.

“Progress is progress. That’s what matters.”

His words made your heart skip a beat, a flustered smile appeared on your lips and you hung your head to hide your bashfulness. Unexpectedly, one of the kittens had climbed into your lap and you instantly stiffened at the contact; Taeil let out a chuckle next to you, “They seem to really like you. Relax. He is just napping.”

He reaches out, gently rubbing a finger at the small head of the kitten. “Kittens sleep a lot more than adult cats. They have so much energy that’s why,” He laughs and you laugh with him; feeling relaxed by the cute fact and Taeil’s presence. Looking down at the kitten in your lap, you smile to yourself - a sense of proudness radiating you, as you lift up a hand to pet the small body.

The fur was soft against your skin, you easily stroke the smooth fur and Taeil smiles next to you. “How do you feel?” he asks and you look up at him with a grin. “I feel great! I finally got to pet a cat,” You laugh a bit and he nods at your words; fondness overtaking his handsome features, the soft expression having your breath hitching.

So, this was the world he was living in. A world filled with your fear, yet it became a very relaxing experience for you. You want to live in his world more often.

“I want to come again.” You tell him, your mind determined to overcome your fear and grow closer to the cat-person with a heart of gold. He looks up from the kitten he was playing with, meeting your determined gaze with his gentle one - “You can visit whenever you like then. We are open every weekday until 10 p.m., and on weekends we close at 8 p.m.”

You nodded, “I also want to come again to see you more.”

Taeil looks at you, eyes widening slightly at your words and his lips twitching up into a bashful smile. Faintly, a dust of red overcame his cheeks and he looked away with a chuckle - “I would love to see you more also.”

Grinning at him, you let out a pinkie to ensure the promise shared between the two of you. “I will come by then!” You promise, awaiting for his pinkie to intertwine with yours. He glances at your hand before nodding his head, his larger pinkie intertwined with yours.

“I promise to welcome you anytime.”

It was one step to getting closer with the cat-person with a golden heart.

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I've been meaning to write Ford reuniting with Fiddleford in my Foster Ford AU (aka my AU where Ford gets turned into a smol child, picked up by CPS, then taken in by Stan who thinks that this kid is his twin's son) for a little while. And what better time to do that than the national holiday known as Fiddleford Friday? Happy Fiddleford Friday everyone! Enjoy some smol Ford meeting Fiddleford.

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Ford sat up, stretched, and threw his legs over the side of the bed. One of the unexpected benefits of being a child was that he tended to sleep better. When he didn’t have nightmares, at least. And on the weekend, he could sleep in. Angie would wake him by ten, but he was usually up by then anyways. It was a Saturday morning, the clock on his wall informed him it was nine, and he could already smell whatever Angie was making for breakfast.

Yum. Ford slid off the bed and exited his room, making a beeline for the kitchen. Stan was a surprisingly good cook, but Angie was definitely the better of the two. Ford had yet to dislike anything she’d made. As he approached the kitchen, he could hear voices conversing. Three of them. Shit. Is someone visiting?

“Go get Ford up,” Angie’s voice said.

“What? C’mon, Ang,” Stan’s voice said. “You make him get up at ten. It’s only nine!”

“We also have a visitor. Someone who is very excited to meet him. Brought a gift and everythin’!”

“Ugh. Fine.” There was a scraping sound from a chair being pushed back. After a few seconds, Stan exited the kitchen. He grinned at Ford, who had paused upon hearing that they had a guest. “Hey there, sport!” Stan said jovially.

“Good morning,” Ford said politely.

“Angie’s brother is here today and he’s really excited to see you. Why don’t you say hi before you get ready?” Stan suggested.

I really don’t want to… Nevertheless, Ford walked into the kitchen with Stan. When he saw the man sitting at the kitchen table, his heart leapt into his throat. No. It can’t be. His hair was shorter, his shirt lacked any sort of fringe on it, and his characteristic bellbottoms had been replaced with a slightly more subtle bootcut. But Ford would know him anywhere. F?

“I’m right pleased to fin’ly meet ya,” chirped Ford’s college roommate, Fiddleford McGucket. “And I’m awful honored to be the first one in the fam’ly.”

“Other than me,” Angie corrected from her post by the stove.

“That goes without sayin’,” Fiddleford said. Stan, who was now behind Ford, nudged him forward. Fiddleford got off his chair and crouched down to Ford’s eye-height. “Yer a ding-darn cutie, Ford.”

“Uh, thanks,” Ford mumbled. He could feel his cheeks starting to heat up. It was always embarrassing to come face-to-face with someone who had known him before, even though they weren’t aware of who he truly was. Something about Fiddleford’s smiling face turned the humiliation up to eleven.

Though that could be the pajamas. If I’d known I was going to reunite with F, I would have changed! Normally, Ford’s current outfit, a footie pajama set patterned with cartoonish dinosaurs, was one of his favorites. But right now, he’d give anything to be wearing something else.

“Give him some space,” Stan instructed Fiddleford, misinterpreting Ford’s red face. “He gets a bit nervous around new people.”

“Don’t you worry, puddin’,” Fiddleford said. He sat down on his chair again. “The robots I make wouldn’t harm a hair on yer lil head. They only get after grownups.”

“Fidds…” Angie sighed.

“What?”

“We haven’t exactly had a chance to mention yer fondness fer buildin’ robots. Now ya went and said somethin’ what might scare him!” Angie scolded. She pointed the spatula she was using to flip pancakes at Fiddleford. “Shut yer yap and let us lead the conversation.” Stan chuckled. He walked over to his wife and kissed her on the cheek.

“I taught you that phrase,” he said. “I like hearing you say it.” Angie smiled at him. Ford grimaced.

I’m happy Stan wound up in such a loving relationship. But they can be so…gross! Fiddleford snickered softly.

“Oh, I agree wholeheartedly with that sour look, Ford. I don’t like seein’ ‘em bein’ all lovey-dovey, neither.”

“Did you use the bathroom yet?” Stan asked Ford. Ford scowled.

“I’m not that young,” he snapped. Fiddleford chortled.

“Uh-huh. Then how come you forget to go before we head out somewhere?” Stan asked. Ford’s cheeks reddened again.

“That was one time!” he managed. He would never forget how degrading it felt to ask Stan to pull over at a gas station less than five minutes after they left the house.

“Three times,” Angie corrected. She flipped a pancake over. “But it’s dif’rent than just usin’ the bathroom in the mornin’.” She looked at Ford. “You ain’t answered the question, though.”

“I got a bit distracted by…” Ford gestured vaguely. “Everything.”

“Fair.” Angie smiled at Ford. “Go get dressed ‘n whatnot. Call if ya need some help.”

“I don’t need help,” Ford muttered. He turned around and walked out of the kitchen. As he got ready for the day, his mind was reeling.

How did I not realize Stan’s wife was my college roommate’s sister? He’d noticed many times that Angie seemed to have many similarities with Fiddleford, but dismissed it because of her name. I thought a McGucket would never have a name as mundane as “Angie”. Clearly, I was wrong. Ford paused in the middle of putting on his T-shirt. Unless “Angie” is short for something as ridiculous as “Fiddleford”. He racked his brains, trying to remember Fiddleford mentioning a sister who was a biologist. This would be easier if I were able to keep his many siblings straight. I swear, every time he mentioned a brother or sister, it was a new one. He shook his head and finished getting ready.

When Ford approached the kitchen this time, he paused purposefully, just far enough away that he could hear the conversation going on between the adults.

“Have ya discussed adoptin’ him?” Fiddleford asked. Stan let out a heavy, weary sigh.

“It’s definitely on the table. But I’m gonna hold out hope that they’ll track my twin down in Siberia or something, and Ford can go back to his dad.”

“If they can’t?” Fiddleford prompted.

“Then we adopt him,” Angie said softly. “It’d be better fer him to stay with close fam’ly. Can’t get much closer ‘n yer dad’s twin brother. And he’s happy here.” A strange emotion was beginning to ripple through Ford’s chest. Guilt? Comfort? Some sort of mix of the two? Something else entirely? He wasn’t sure, and he didn’t know if he liked how it felt. Ford finished walking into the kitchen. The adults all promptly plastered smiles on their faces. Ford hid a scowl.

I wish they wouldn’t put on a show like that. Then again, I’m putting on a show, too. As Shakespeare said, all the world’s a stage. He walked up to Fiddleford and cocked his head.

“Why is your name so different from Aunt Angie’s?” he asked. Stan roared with laughter. Angie chuckled softly. Fiddleford merely blinked at him for a moment before smiling. He ruffled Ford’s hair.

One of the other benefits of being this young is that people find my bluntness endearing, rather than off-putting. Thank Moses for that.

“Our names are only dif’rent when ya compare my full name to her nickname. Angie’s proper name is Banjolina McGucket.”

There we go. That’s the kind of name I was looking for.

“Banjolina McGucket-Pines,” Stan corrected. While Ford was getting ready, Stan had taken a seat at the kitchen table and poured himself a cup of coffee. He took a sip from his mug, which Ford had made in art class. “Or did you forget she married me?”

“Kind of hard to forget somethin’ like that,” Fiddleford said, rolling his eyes. Ford climbed onto his chair, complete with booster seat. He wasn’t quite sure, but he felt like he was shorter than he had been when he was five the first time. Fiddleford’s warm smile at Ford was wiped away when he saw Ford’s twelve fingers. “…Yer a polydactyl.”

“You know the word?” Stan asked

“Learned it ‘cause my roommate was one,” Fiddleford said softly. He frowned. “The same way this here kidlet is, no less. And- honey, what’s yer name short fer?”

“Stanford,” Ford supplied. Fiddleford shook his head.

“My roommate was named Stanford, too.”

“Was his last name Pines?” Stan asked.

“Why, yes, it-” Fiddleford went pale. “Wait.” Stan leaned in, frowning.

“Was your college roommate my twin brother?” he asked. Fiddleford leaned back.

“Did yer twin go to Backupsmore?”

“I’ll have to check with Shermie, but that sounds right.” Stan looked over at Angie. “Ang, you hearing this?”

“Mm-hmm,” Angie hummed. She slid a fresh chocolate chip pancake onto a plate, then carried the plate over to the table and set it in front of Ford. “What do ya want to drink, sweetie?”

“Milk, please,” Ford said. Angie kissed him on the top of his head, then went to get his drink.

“Banjey, ya don’t seem as astounded as I’d expect from this revelation,” Fiddleford said. Angie placed a cup of milk in front of Ford. She turned to face her brother, propping her hand on her hip.

“‘Cause I figured it out ages ago,” she said, sounding bored. Fiddleford and Stan’s jaws dropped. “First time I saw lil Ford here. I mean, I did meet yer roommate.”

Oh. Right. I did meet her. Ford remembered Banjolina McGucket as a hyperactive teenager with a ponytail and obsession with horses. A far cry from “Aunt” Angie, who wore her caramel-colored hair in a bob and was working at a zoo while pursuing her doctorate degree. Ford took a sip from his glass of milk. She’s far sharper than she first appears, that’s for certain. Angie placed a plate of pancakes in front of her brother.

“Honestly, Fidds, ya need to spend less time with robots and more time with people. You’ll forget how to tell us apart!” she teased, poking his long, narrow nose.

“Why didn’t ya say anything?” Fiddleford asked. Angie grinned cheekily.

“I wanted to see how long it would take ya to catch on.” She looked over at Stan. “How many pancakes do ya want?”

“As many as you’ll give me,” Stan replied. He smirked at Fiddleford, who still seemed shocked that Angie had connected the dots long ago. “Don’t worry, Fiddlesticks, you get used to Angie outsmarting you eventually.”

“Ugh, how many times do I have to tell ya, don’t call me-”

“No fightin’,” Angie said firmly as she returned with Stan’s plate, setting it in front of her husband. She rested her hand on Ford’s head. “Or did ya forget the cute lil kidlet with T-R-A-U-M-A sittin’ right here?”

“I can spell,” Ford said grumpily. He looked down at his pancake. The chocolate chips had been arranged in a smiley face. He felt a sudden surge of happiness at the simple, but still sweet gesture. “But, um, yes, no fighting. Please.”

“You heard him,” Angie said. She ran her fingers through Ford’s hair. Or tried to. Her fingers quickly got snarled in Ford’s thick curls. “After breakfast, I’ll comb yer hair, honey.”

Fantastic.

“It’s pointless,” Stan said. “I had hair like that and Mom could never get rid of all the knots.”

“Don’t mean I won’t try,” Angie replied. She smiled at Ford. “How ‘bout ya tell Fidds ‘bout where ya got that shirt yer wearin’?” she prompted.

“It’s the coolest shirt I ever seen,” Fiddleford said to Ford. Ford pulled his shirt in front of him to show off the design. It truly was something he enjoyed. Angie had taken him to the San Diego Zoo, where she worked in the Reptile House, and at the end of the trip, bought him the T-shirt he was wearing. It had a picture of a crocodile and the name of the zoo on it, stylized to look like the crocodile was eating the zoo’s logo.

“Aunt Angie got it for me.”

“Do you like alligators?” Fiddleford asked.

“It’s a crocodile.”

“Crocodile. Sorry.” Fiddleford shook his head, hiding a smile. “Yer pedantic just like yer father, ain’t ya?” Ford shrugged. “I was goin’ to suggest ya call me Uncle Fidds, but if yer tied up with semantics like yer dad, ya might not be willin’ to call me that.”

“Aunt Angie is one of my legal guardians,” Ford said. “As her brother, it makes sense for me to refer to you as an uncle.”

Even if it feels incredibly weird. Fiddleford chuckled softly.

“Ya talk like yer father, too. I ain’t ever met a kid like you ‘fore, Ford.” He grinned. “But I reckon that’s a good thing.”

#Fiddleford Friday #Gravity Falls #Gravity Falls AU #Foster Ford AU #Stanford Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #my writing #my stuff #phew I'm glad I was able to get it posted in time for Fiddleford Friday!#speecher speaks

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