This is one of three of my contributions to our 9-1-1 Holiday Zine which you can purchase here! Thanks so much to @bangpop91 and @thepinkcrayon for all their hard work in setting up this wonderful charity event. <3
| 9-1-1 OG | Rated: G | Fluff | Christmas/General | BuckTommy + Jee |
Maddie is called in last minute to work Christmas Eve and asks Buck if he would mind watching Jee. After she assures him it’s fine that Tommy is there too, Buck and Tommy help make this Christmas Eve a memorable one for their adorable four year old niece.
Thanksgiving
“Hey, Buck.” Maddie sidled up next to her brother at the counter, looking exasperated. “I know that it's kind of last minute but are you working Christmas Eve?” She batted her long lashes at him.
Taking the large ladle in the gravy pot and giving it a stir, Buck replied, “Nah, I have it off. Chimney should too.” It was more of a question than a statement.
Maddie released the biggest of sighs. “He is, but he's going out of town with Kevin's parents for something and… I just got a call asking me to work that day. Would you maybe mind watching Jee for me? I'm not sure if I could get another babysitter on Christmas Eve of all days, especially this short notice, and she's too little to spend twelve hours at the dispatch center, no matter how well behaved she is.”
A smile lit up Buck's face. “Take care of my favorite niece on one of the happiest days of the year?” He let go of the ladle to wrap Maddie up in a one arm hug. “I couldn't think of anything I would love to do more. Oh but…” He paused, frowning slightly.
Maddie set a hand on his chest, looking up at him. “Something wrong?”
“Well… You know Tommy and I are back together and… He's sort of going to be over that day, too, since his crew has both Christmas Eve and Christmas day off.” He felt heat flood his face, warmth like a hug wrapping him up from top to toe.
Maddie blinked a few times, eyebrows drawing together. “Oh, well… Is that… is that going to be a problem?”
Buck tilted his head to the side, frowning. “Not for me not but…”
“But? As long as you guys aren't planning to get hot, heavy and handsy around my four year old daughter I'm not really seeing an issue.” A cheshire grin spread across her face as she leaned in conspiratorially. “Oh… Or did you two have some… plans… that day?” She playfully jabbed his side with her elbow until he knew his face was the color of the trucks.
“Ew, Maddie, c’mon. I don’t wanna talk about that with my sister.” Buck made gagging noises as he shoved her away. “God, I’m going to need to bleach my brain out now. Ewwwwww.” She cackled maniacally for a moment before leaning her hip into the counter and turning serious.
“Okay, so you’re not going to sex up your hot pilot boyfriend so what’s the issue?”
Heaving a sigh, Buck turned to her and fiddled with the pocket of his red apron and said, not looking in her eyes, “Well I feel like you don’t really like Tommy all that much, and I didn’t know if you would be okay with him hanging around Jee and I already promised we’d spend the day together. I’m not gonna renege on that. I don’t want to.”
Her expressions softened exponentially. “Oh Buck. I don’t dislike Tommy at all. I’m not happy that he hurt you the way he did, but all I want is for you to be happy. As far as I can tell, no one has ever made you happier.” She reached out and gave his bicep a squeeze. “I’m sure Jee will be beyond happy to spend Christmas eve with her favorite uncles.”
Buck’s head shot up to look at her with huge eyes. “Unc…les? Like, plural?”
Maddie smiled softly. “Yeah. Uncles. Plural.” Slapping his arm she asked, “So, I can drop her off at your place around eight?”
Blinking owlishly, caught off guard by the somewhat sudden conversation switch, Buck nodded stupidly.
Christmas Eve
Just as Buck pulled out the bowl of gingerbread dough from the fridge a knock sounded at the door. Grinning so wide that his eyes crinkled, he set the glass dish on the counter and wiped his hands on his apron as he rushed to answer it. Yanking it open, he gasped loudly with his hands held out, palm up in front of him. “Who could it be?” He opened his eyes wide in feigned surprise. “Not my favorite niece in the whole wide world.”
Jee giggled as she rushed him, wrapping her arms around his legs and leaning back to stare up at him. She was dressed in an adorable red sweater with a Rudolph on it, his nose a giant red pompom, a hilariously fluffy green tulle skirt, and red stockings covered in little candy canes. Her shoes were red and sparkly like Dorothy's from The Wizard of Oz.
“I’m your only niece Uncle Buck!” She yelled, smiling from ear to ear.
Buck mock frowned and cocked one eyebrow as he grabbed Jee by the face and smooshed her cheeks. “Are you suuuuuure you’re my only one? I coulda sworn…”
Jee tottered back and forth on her feet, squirming in her uncle’s hold as she replied stoutly, “Yes!” Laughing, Buck squatted before scooping the young girl into his arms and nuzzling his nose against her cheek, loving the way she laughed and hugged her arms around his neck. When they broke apart so Buck could look Jee in the face she asked, “Where is Uncle Tommy?”
Oh, the way his heart swooped in his chest hearing her call him that. It was one thing for Maddie to joke. It was another to hear his niece accept the man as a member of her own family.
“He’s inside on the couch, why don’t you go surprise him with a hug?” He suggested, setting her back on her feet. With an enthusiastic nod, she dashed inside, yelling out Tommy, ruining the surprise. Not that it mattered. Tommy would act shocked anyway. Finally, Buck took a moment to greet Maddie, pulling her into a soft hug, letting his head rest atop hers as she wrapped him up in her arms.
“Merry Christmas, baby bro.” She said, voice warm, despite having to go in to work. “Thanks again for looking after her. She’s been excited all week.”
“Of course.” Buck rubbed a hand up and down her back a few times before pulling away. “I know it’s hard on you, having to be away from Chim and Jee, especially during the holiday’s. But don’t worry, your best little big brother is on it and will take so many pictures.”
Letting out the smallest sniff, Maddie said, “I’ll hold you to that. Now, let me go or I’ll be late. I expect a picture every hour.” Buck laughed and pecked the top of her head and let her go. Maddie rubbed at her damp eyes and tacked on, “Love you, Buck.”
“Love you too. Now get going so me and Jee can start getting into mischief she’s not allowed to do when mom is around.” He winked, stepped back and closed the door in his sister's face, her mouth agape with affront. He heard her mumbling to herself about stupid big little brothers all the way down the sidewalk making him grin a bit evilly.
Maneuvering through the house, he headed into the living room where he found Jee straddling Tommy’s lap, his hands protectively holding her back so she didn’t topple backwards as she excitedly babbled on about something or other. “Have I been replaced as the favorite uncle?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow.
Turning, Jee stared him straight in the face before flopping forward to rest her head on Tommy’s chest, his big arms wrapping around her in a tight hug. “I dunno, it’s tough competition.” Tommy joked, staring down at Jee with the most adoring look Buck thought he’d ever seen. Buck had never really considered whether or not it was super important that his future partner loved his nieces and nephews like he did, but seeing how enamoured Tommy was with Jee? Yeah. Anything less would be unacceptable.
“Well, if that’s how it is, I might just have to go make Christmas cookies all by myself. I’m too sad for adorable little nieces to help me. Especially not ones who think my boyfriend is cooler than me.” Jee popped upright, nearly knocking her head into Tommy’s chin. It was hard to hide the grin and keep the sad, kicked puppy dog look firmly in place.
Turning oh so slowly Buck heaved a huge sigh, lamenting, “I guess I’ll just go to the kitchen. All by myself. Woe is me that I have to cut out the gingerbread men all by my lonesome, no boyfriend or Jee to help me.”
A loud thump followed by pattering little feet and a second later his legs were weighed down by the child clinging to him. “No, Uncle Buck! I’m right here! I can help make cookies.”
“Wait, you’re cutting me out, too? What did I do?” Tommy grumbled, getting up and moving close enough to wrap a wonderfully large, gloriously hot, hand around the back of Buck's neck. “You’re going to deny me cookies?”
Buck snorted, laughing ineloquently. “You two are ridiculous. Tommy, I didn’t say you couldn’t eat the cookies, just that I’d have to make them all by myself.” He didn’t have to see the eyeroll to feel it.
“Well, yes but by your rules, if I don’t help make them, I can’t help eat them either.” Turning slightly, Buck was greeted by the most adorable put upon pout he’d ever seen on a grown man. Tommy continued, “Jee, I think you and I are going to have to form our own alliance. We’ll have our own cookie empire.”
She scrunched her nose and asked, “What’s an ah-lie-ance?”
“It means that Uncle Buck can’t play with us because he’s not in the alliance. It’ll just be me and you against the cookie world.”
Her brow furrowed. “That’s not very nice, Uncle Tommy. Mommy said I shouldn’t leave anyone out.”
“Yeah, Tommy. You’re not ‘sposed to leave anyone out.” Buck reprimanded, turning so he could waggle his pointer finger in his boyfriend’s face. He let out a yelp when Tommy bear hugged him from behind and lifted him off his feet, Jee and all, and squeezed him tight.Tommy swung their bodies from side to side, growling. Jee squealed and held on tighter as Buck demanded he be put down. “Alright, alright, I get it, Tommy, now put me down! The cookie dough is getting warm!”
“Well whose fault is that?” Tommy raised one beautifully groomed eyebrow after smacking a deliberately slobbery kiss to Buck’s cheek and resting a hand once again on Jee’s head. “Maybe if you hadn’t made me and Jee threaten to make our own alliance we wouldn’t be having this issue.”
Jee huffed loudly and crossed her arms over her chest and stamped her foot - just a little stomp - and pouted, “C’mon Uncle Buck. Uncle Tommy. I wanna make cookies.” She was clearly done with the teasing and was getting impatient. Noticing, both men crouched and looked her straight in the eye as they gently apologized, and assured her that they were only playing around. Of course everyone was going to help cut cookies.
With another minute of cajoling, Jee relented and put her happy face back on. When they stood, she reached out and grabbed one of each of their hands and swung them as they moved to the kitchen where Buck handed her her very own apron and one to Tommy, and then helped her get her hands washed.
Soon the kitchen island was covered in a fine layer of white flour as the three of them meticulously cut out cookies in every shape available to them. It took about forty-five minutes to get three batches of dough worth of cut outs done.
While Tommy wiped down the counters and washed the cookie cutters, Buck set Jee down in front of the TV to watch some YouTube while he made them a quick lunch of apple and turkey sandwiches with homemade chutney and kettle chips.
When they’d finished, Buck asked Jee, “Those cookies will take some time to bake and cool. What would you like to do in the meantime?”
The young girl paused for a moment, little feet swinging and kicking the couch until she grinned and replied, “I want to make cards for mommy and daddy and Ms. Heart!” Her daycare provider.
“Sure thing. Let’s go get the supplies and set up the table.”
Jee pouted. “Can’t we do it here? I wanna watch Scooby Doo.” She jutted out her bottom lip, reminding Buck way too much of her mother.
“Not this time, Jee. Paint is messy and if we do it out here we’ll have to lay out towels or something. Since we’re going to decorate cookies, it’s okay if the dining room floor gets messy. How about we turn on some Christmas music and we can have a dance party at the same time? Uncle Tommy looks real funny dancing.”
“Hey, I heard that!” Tommy shouted from where he was putting dishes into the dishwasher.
“You were meant to!”
“But I wanna watch the TV…” She whined with the tiniest of sniffles, though it wasn’t tantrum level. Thank God that his niece listened beautifully. Most of the time.
Reaching out, Buck grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in to plant a kiss right between her twin French braids. “I promise we’ll watch a movie later, okay? Let’s go make those cards while our cookies finish.” Buck pulled Jee into a hug and held on tightly until she hugged him back. Scooping her into his arms, he walked into the dining room where Tommy had taken the liberty of laying out a plastic cover, water colors, and some plain sheets of cardstock Buck kept around for this purpose.
Not ten minutes later, his niece had all but forgotten about watching TV as she splattered paint on the white canvas, babbling away. Buck and Tommy sat side by side as they listened attentively, alternating getting up to take cookies out of the oven. After an hour, the final batch had been removed, the oven turned off and the cookies cooling.
Jee dutifully helped clean off the table, returning the paints to their place in the supply closet. After, she helped Buck mix different shades of frosting for their gingerbread army as Tommy stood by and watched with a soft smile, relaxed as he leaned back against the counter.
All started out well, the three of them carefully layering frosting on each cookie, decorating with care and consideration. Until Tommy turned and booped the tip of Jee’s nose with a green frosted finger.
All hell broke loose.
Jee swiped a finger through the red frosting wiping it down Tommy’s cheek. Aghast, he took revenge by booping Buck’s nose with blue frosting. Buck spluttered indignantly, sticking his fingers into a bowl of white frosting and withdrawing a glob that he chucked at his boyfriend.
Chaos erupted. Jee, fingers dyed in bright holiday cheer, chased her uncles around the kitchen island as she let food fly. Tommy kept side swiping Buck in frosting drive bys. Frosting ended up on the floor, the walls, and the stove. Buck swore some even found its way up his nose. The three of them were laughing so hard by the time they ran out of icing that they could hardly breathe. Thankfully most of the icing had ended up on the cookies, and not on themselves, and no cookie was left shivering and naked, but it was still going to be a mess to clean.
Snatching Jee as she tried racing by him, Buck blew a raspberry against her cheek and tickled her stomach until she squirmed. “Alright, rugrat. I think it’s time we get cleaned up, don’t you?” She shook her head and tried to squirm out of his grip, lunging for the last bowl of icing still on the counter. “Nope. C’mon now. We’ll go take a quick bubble bath downstairs while Uncle Tommy goes upstairs to clean up. Afterwards we can watch a movie and eat some popcorn, okay?” Harrumphing, she agreed, rolling her eyes, going ragdroll limp in his arm.
“I’ll clean up down here before I go wash up.” Leaning over, Tommy licked a stripe of frosting off Buck’s cheek before gently kissing the spot, afterwards turning to begin the arduous task of cleaning the kitchen.
Still holding his niece, Buck brought them to the bathroom with the tub on the first floor, and got the water running as Jee stripped down, her clothes a sticky mess. Once the tub was about a third full, filled with bubble bath and a bunch of rubber ducks and other toys, Buck helped Jee in and got her settled, making sure that she wouldn’t slip and accidentally fall under water. Once she’d gotten herself comfortable, Buck left to go find the overnight bag Maddie had left for her.
Finding it hanging on a hook near the front door he rummaged around until he found a bright pink pair of pajamas, a unicorn with a 3D horn plastered on the long sleeve tee. The bottoms were covered in glittery sparkle fireworks. He also grabbed the toothbrush, toothpaste, and hairbrush that had sunk to the bottom of the bag. Upon returning to the bathroom, Jee had mostly gotten herself clean. Setting her toiletries aside, Buck helped to get her hair out of the braids, washed and rinsed. Once satisfied there was no more soap, Buck got her out of the tub, dried off with a hilariously huge green towel, and blow dried her hair mostly dry while she brushed her teeth.
Satisfied, Buck walked back to the living room hand in hand with her, and got her settled onto the couch with a throw blanket and pillow. Kissing her temple he told her he’d be right back after his own shower. From the kitchen Buck could hear the hum of the microwave letting him know Tommy already had the popcorn covered.
Stripping, he showered quickly - he’d been clean that morning so he mostly just made sure there was no frosting anywhere - and dressed in his loose grey pajama bottoms and cut off t-shirt. Back in the living room, Jee was snuggled into Tommy’s side, her eyelids heavy. She was already beginning to drift. Sinking down on her other side, he snagged some popcorn and threw it into his mouth. Sleepily she murmured, “Did you remember to leave cookies for Santa? He won’t leave me any presents if there’s no cookies.”
“Yeah, sweetheart. We left cookies and milk. Are you ready to watch a movie?” Smiling, she gave a tiny nod. Grinning, Buck navigated to his favorite Christmas movie of all time and hit play. Not fifteen minutes in, Jee was out like a light. Tommy’s arm ran along the back of the couch as he ran his fingers through the hair at Buck’s nape, making Buck sigh contentedly, even with their eyes glued to the TV.
By the end of the film, Jee had fallen onto her side, her head pillowed on Buck’s lap, and her little feet pressed into Tommy’s thigh. As the credits rolled, Buck stretched and turned to his boyfriend who stared back, that always present, gentle grin on his lips. “I love you, Tommy. You know that? Thanks for helping me make Jee’s day.”
Eyes crinkled in the corner, Tommy gave his hair a gentle tug and replied, “Always, Evan. I’ll always be here for you because you know I love you, too.” Like a magnet pulled them together, they leaned across Jee to come together for the softest of kisses. “Thanks for making this Christmas special for me, too.”
Buck’s face lit up and his heart felt lighter than air. Life may have started rough for Buck but…
All in all, Buck firmly believed that he was living his best wonderful life.
Are any of yall fans of deadserious and are willing a 25k completed fic with them that includes healthy communications, injustice, and stuff? If so I'll drop the link.
It's also apart of a trilogy this one glowing the final. The first is 45k and the second is 42.
The trilogy is good and their all completed.
The first two doesn't have injustice in it
Point is they are happy together and there is some angst and stuff. All the good stuff. Their a healthy couple.
And for those who wait for finished fics, my neverending "one shot" is finally and truly complete ♥️ Possibly the happiest thing I've ever written, thank you for being my inspiration 🫂
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Tags: PWP, Crowley has a praise kink, multiple orgasms, light dom/sub, top Aziraphale/bottom Crowley, Crowley cries during sex
Summary:
Aziraphale and Crowley have just found out they've been following the wrong boy for years. They retire to the bookshop to drink and well... they've had a second arrangement for some time now and Crowley thinks that with three days until the end of the world they should take advantage of it.
(Aziraphale is sucessfully tempted and lots of smut happens. Crowley is a mess about it all but everyone has a *very* nice time.)
Excerpt:
“S’rry,” he slurs again and finds his chin suddenly held in firm yet gentle grip.
“Darling, perhaps I wasn’t clear enough earlier when I said I wanted to give you pleasure tonight.” Aziraphale eyes glint with all the steely power the angel possesses and Crowley shudders under that stern gaze. “You, my darling, don’t need to do anything except take it. I know you want to be good for me and that means you need to have as many orgasms as you want, as often as you want. Do you understand?”
“Yesss.” Crowley feels unmoored suddenly, despite being safe in Aziraphale’s arms. Those words feel like more than he can handle right now, with his body still buzzing with arousal and the steady stream of affection pouring from the angel. His head lolls forward onto Aziraphale’s shoulder and he hums dazedly.
“That’s right, darling. Let me take care of you,” Aziraphale purrs happily. “Just let me give you what you need.”
saintscully's completed johnlock/mclennon/x-files fics - a master post (Jan. 2026)
Since I'm a bit stuck with some of my WIPs, here's a list of my completed ones, ordered by most recent to the oldest:
(mclennon-ish) Joe (E, 1 chapter)
Some time in New York City, John falls in love. Most of the time, he isn’t sure it really happened.
(johnlock) A Quiet Night In (G, 1 chapter)
New Year’s Eve doesn’t go according to plan.
(x-files/msr) Produce and Other Miracles (G, 1 chapter)
In the hospital, it’d felt abstract—tethered to IVs, barely in her own body. Here, in the quiet hum of domestic space, she’s unmistakably herself, and more fragile for it.
(johnlock) The Eye Begins to See (T, 4 Chapters)
John watches Sherlock from afar, like a stranger.
These days, of course, that's exactly what he is.
(mclennon) Under Dove-Grey Skies (M, 1 chapter)
Paul’s just Orpheus with better equipment.
(x-files/msr) Paper Thin (G, 1 chapter)
She doesn’t know which scares her more: that he’ll never find the answer, or that he might.
(mclennon) Gretna Green Waltz (E, 1 Chapter)
A fleeting melody chases Paul for decades—a tune half-remembered, a life half-lived. This is its story.
On Hold (E, PWP, 1 chapter)
John is on hold with the bank. Sherlock empties the teapot into the flowers.
things we can't untie (T, Friends to Lovers, 1 chapter)
John moves back to Baker Street on the last day of summer.
Simon (or: Love Calls You by Your Name) (M, Established Relationship, 1 chapter)
John bumps into Simon. The Simon. Five times in one night Simon.
Life and Death in Sunderland (M, Happens during Sherlock's hiatus, 1 chapter)
One last sip, one last over-the-shoulder glance at the ghost. It’s still standing there when he leaves, forever staring out into the water.
***Life and Death's companion piece, written from Sherlock's POV during his hiatus, is I Have Not Lingered (M, 6 chapters).
Plus One (G, TSOT fix-it, 1 chapter)
More precisely —and more to the point— Sherlock was staring at the man’s arse, hanging mid-air like a denim-clad piñata.
Mark Your Calendars (M, Friends to Lovers, 1 chapter)
John happens upon a box full of Sherlock’s old yearly planners.
Erosion (E, Friends to Lovers, 12 chapters)
Sherlock's father falls ill. James Sholto is back in town. John has to navigate the consequences of crime, illness and death and their impact on his frayed relationship with Sherlock.
The Fight or Flight series, made up for Fight or Flight (M, TST fix-it of sorts, 10 chapters) - This is the story of John and Sherlock during Mary’s months away from London, continued by Detours (M, Post-TFP, 12 chaptes) - John has to examine everything he thought he knew about Sherlock, himself and their relationship in order to win his rightful place yet again.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is the most well-researched fanfiction I have ever read, and so heartfelt!
It explores a world in which Alastor wakes up in the Hazbin Hotel shortly after the Season 1 Finale as his 11-year-old self, having been "purified" by Adam's blade, cleansed of his memories. And oh my GOODNESS, the amount of detail @hismercytomyjustice brings to the exploration of "how would Kid-Alastor respond to these circumstances" is SO detailed! You truly believe this kid had woken up fully expecting it to be the 1910s; the author went as far as to ask and answer the question of "would a child of his class in this time period in New Orleans be familiar with elevators, and if so, how familiar would he be?".
And even beyond the truly staggering amount of research that comes through in this fic, the story and characterization are each gorgeous in their own right! Mind the tags, because it gets decisively dark (Lute in particular had made it clear in Hazbin canon that she saw no harm in slaughtering a sinner child, you can imagine where that goes), but oh my goodness does it do such justice to everyone's characters. The Alastor+Angel friendship in particular is gorgeously rendered! And it's truly shaped my headcanon for how Angel would act around kids.
And the way the plot thickens from there is EVERYTHING!! Gorgeous premise, execution, and characterization, and it'll teach you history, to boot!
Happy 28th!
Here are all the amazing fics I read this month:
An Alpha For Christmas | IceQueenRia | [28k]
At age 30, Harry Styles is embarrassed to admit he’s still a single Omega and he knows his family are worried about him being alone. With the Christmas holidays coming up, Harry’s sister makes a comment about how he should ask Santa for an Alpha for Christmas.
“Maybe I’ve already got one,” he retorted. He intended it to be a joke, but Gemma took him seriously and excitedly told everyone that Harry FINALLY has a boyfriend so now his entire family expects to meet his Alpha over the holidays.
There isn’t enough time for Harry to meet someone for real and he certainly can’t afford to hire an Alpha. So Harry swallows his pride and asks the Alpha who recently moved in 2 doors down to join him and his family for Christmas.
Honk | allwaswell16 | [3.7k]
Louis was not a romantic. He never really dreamed of finding his soulmate. Definitely not like this. Never like this.
Harry was a romantic. He’d always dreamed of finding his soulmate. Just like this. Exactly like this.
An omegaverse, soulmate goose fic for the holidays
Wrapped in Red & White | wanderlou | [21k]
“It’s very rude not to say hello back,” she scolded, hands planted firmly on her hips like she was running the place. “My mommy taught me that.”
Harry stared at the little pup, mouth agape, his grip on the stapler slackening.
Was this real? It couldn’t be real. Maybe Jacob had drugged his sandwich earlier because there was no logical reason for a random child to be standing in his office, alone, at 5 PM.
“Are… are you real?” he finally managed to ask, brow furrowed in disbelief.
Or Grumpy CEO Alpha Harry despises Christmas, but his world is turned upside down when a sweet Omega and his adorable pup enter his life. Will their unexpected bond be enough to thaw his icy heart?
Scrubs | sarah_e28 | [55k]
Louis Tomlinson is a world class neurosurgeon. He has worked hard and made many sacrifices to become the best in his field. That includes leaving his boyfriend of ten years for a new start.
What happens when his ex shows up at his hospital with more than Louis bargained for?
No bananas in the library | emmli28 | [36k]
Sometimes it all starts with a dare, sometimes the dare comes later, and sometimes the dare is actually the push someone needs to be brave enough to talk to someone.
Louis wouldn’t say Harry is his enemy but that loud frat boy can be incredibly annoying, always disturbing Louis when he tries to study, and Louis has certainly told him so. And he’s always eating his disgusting bananas. However, one day Harry approaches him to say that he wants to get to know Louis.
This isn’t the typical “dare”-story.
Half Agony, Half Hope | asphodelknox | [132k]
Harry had never believed the rumors of the beast at the manor on the hill. They sounded like something from Twilight or an old Hollywood horror film, a beautiful man who turned into a beast once a month and killed anyone who was unlucky enough to be stuck on the manor’s grounds.
Yeah, right. The manor was probably just creepy and old. Besides, it’s not like he had anything else to do.
Harry's had enough of his shit year. Had enough of his shit ex and the fact that he graduated from university with no idea what to do next or what to do with the grief. Ed dares him to spend a month at the crumbling Tomlinson manor, and Harry goes cause what else do you do when your life's fallen apart?
It's not really haunted anyway... is it?
I Guess I'll Surrender | therogueskimo | [28k]
A lad’s Christmas holiday provides the perfect opportunity for Louis and Harry to prank their friends.
They decide to fake date.
Feelings kind of get in the way.
If The Fates Allow | zita17 | [25k]
A serendipitous meeting led former boy bander and current pop star Harry Styles to fall in love with a boy named Louis nine Christmases ago. Six Christmases ago, that boy left him to raise a baby that wasn’t Harry’s. And, well, Harry never quite got over that. But this year, he gets a second chance at first love.
A love letter to second chances, unconventional families, and Christmas in New York. Loosely inspired by James Arthur’s Emily and Dickens' A Christmas Carol featuring Liam, Niall, and Zayn as the ad hoc ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future. The ingredients for this Christmas treat include a wallop of a blizzard, a pinch of angst, a dollop of fluff, several cups of clichés, and The Rockefeller Center skating rink as a supporting character.
Wanna Be Loved By You | likelarry | [40k]
Harry and Louis have just finalised their divorce when Harry finds out he's pregnant with Louis' baby. Together, they have to find a way to work on their relationship, despite them ending on a bad note, for the sake of their child and maybe along the way, they relearn why they'd fallen in love with each other in the first place.
we're leading each other out of the dark | anditsonlyforthebrave | [16k]
“But I don’t want you to think that I left because I didn’t care,” Harry admits, “Lou, you’re terrifying in the best way. And I knew that if I told you, if I said goodbye, I would’ve come back crying after two weeks,” Harry explains, “and I wish I had a better explanation, but everything I have ever said to you was true. I loved you, and you were the most important person in my life and I never, ever wanted to let you down.”
“But you left me.”
Harry nods, “and you hid the fact that I had a child for six years, involving my own mother.”
“But you left me,” Louis repeats.
or
Harry leaves and never looks back, only for him to eventually come home to find Louis and a little girl that looks exactly like him.
Not having a breakdown! (I'm just here for the kid.) | louisismycat (tiflamomet) | [28k]
Harry has to park outside his ex-husband’s (Louis) wedding so that he can whisk their kid away if a meltdown ensues during the day. Guests will not know this and will only see him parked outside, it cannot be stressed enough, his ex-husband’s wedding.
It's Complicated | LTHSFICS | [93k]
Louis takes a swig of his beer. “You wanna know why we aren’t okay?”
“Please do tell me Louis,” Harry insists.
“You”-Louis sticks his finger against Harry’s chest-“are making a big deal about nothing! We both miss shit, not just me okay? So don’t go blaming all our problems on me!”
“The problem is you Louis!”
“Oh really? Well then why don’t you just rid of the problem then?”
Harry frowns. “What the hell do you mean?”
And without even thinking Louis shouts, “Divorce me! Hell divorce me and maybe we’ll both be happier!” As soon as the words leave his mouth, he regrets them.
OR
Louis and Harry never would have thought that one day they would be getting a divorce. The only thing that connects them now is a long history and more importantly their three children. Both parents never wanted this, but maybe a divorce was just what they needed.
