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[yellow-faerie]

Me: I have like...three opinions about both Michael and Gerry, they're interesting but like...they've caught my attention all that much

Also me: what if one of them was the ARCHIVIST, a position his mother seems to have perfectly GROOMED HIM FOR even if accidentally, and what if the other LOVES HIM despite it all and refuses to leave even when the doors start appearing WHAT THEN

[wiiildflowerrr]

12 April 2013, Where We Are tour

[allsassnoclass]

Welcome to 12 Days of Ficmas 2021!

Starting on Christmas, I will be posting one standalone Christmas-or-winter-themed fic a day for 12 days.  There will be a variety of pairings, scenarios, and holiday hijinks so stay tuned!

Read on AO3

Day 1: if we make it through december - Lashton (AO3)

Day 2: Voices Singing (Let’s Be Jolly) - Mirry (AO3)

Day 3: Love is Blind to Ugly Sweaters - Cashton (AO3)

Day 4: Dating Protocols of Santa’s Elves - Muke (AO3)

Day 5: Oh Christmas Lights, Keep Shining On - 5sos OT4 Friendship, Mashton POV (AO3)

Day 6: Skiing For Beginners - Lashton (AO3)

Day 7: Right on Time - Zouis (AO3)

Day 8: someone to be stranded with - Malum (AO3)

Day 9: Falling (on the ice) For You - Mashton (AO3)

Day 10: a hug in a mug - Cashton (AO3)

Day 11: Mistletoe Kisses - Lilo (AO3)

Day 12: the best defense against the cold - Cake (AO3)

[clumsyclifford]

"i don't know where to go" for mirry? 🥸

anon im obsessed with this being the first prompt ask i received. you're doing the lord's work here, here's some mirry playing chess

read here on ao3

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There are different degrees of tour bus boredom, but Harry is quite sure playing board games is the highest degree. Especially when he’s playing with Michael, who’s as competitive as he is easily distracted.

And yet.

“Go on, take your turn!”

“I don’t know where to go!”

“Just go anywhere, come on, you’re taking forever.”

“This is called strategy, bro,” Michael says, rolling his eyes. “Chess is a game of strategy. This is the whole game.”

“Ughhh,” Harry says disagreeably. “No one cares about strategy. Just take your turn.”

Michael sighs melodramatically. “If I lose because you couldn’t wait five seconds for me to actually think about my move, I will…” He shakes his head as if unable to come up with an adequate punishment. “I’ll prank the shit out of you. You’ll never recover.”

“Right,” Harry says, snorting. “Oh no, I’m so scared.” He’s pretty sure he’s immune to life-destroying pranks by now. A natural consequence of having Louis Tomlinson as a recurring character in his life.

“You should be,” Michael says, and moves his knight.

“Thank you,” Harry says. He surveys the board a moment and moves a pawn forward.

“You didn’t even think!”

“I know,” Harry says smugly. “I’m just that good.”

Michael sticks his tongue out. Harry reaches out in an attempt to grab it, and Michael jerks away, laughing. “What the hell, you fucking weirdo! Did you just try to grab my tongue?”

Harry grins innocently. “That would be disgusting.”

“So yes.”

“Stop stalling and take your turn.”

Michael groans and collapses backwards onto the floor of the tour bus lounge. His legs are dangerously close to knocking the board; Harry surreptitiously inches it closer to him, away from the gangly mess of limbs that is Michael Clifford.

“I’m tired of chess,” he declares. “Let’s make out.”

Harry slaps his ankle. “No! Quitter! You’re just scared I’ll beat you even with all your fuckin’ strategy and everything. You aren’t getting out of this that easily.”

Michael props himself up on his elbows and gives Harry a blank stare. “You want to finish the chess game? Instead of make out?”

“Yes,” Harry says seriously. “I’m confident I can win.”

“No the fuck you aren’t!”

“Wanna bet? I’ll bet you I win.”

Michael lights up. “Ooh, interesting. Keep talking.”

Harry laughs. “Okay, fine. If I win, you admit to the whole crowd at the show tonight that I beat you in chess. Dominated. That I dominated you in chess.”

The look on Michael’s face is priceless. “You want me to tell a crowd of mostly young impressionable women that I was dominated by Harry Styles?”

“That’s what I want,” Harry confirms.

Michael laughs. “I mean, okay then. So if I win?”

“You choose.”

“But I want to make out now,” Michael huffs. “‘S no use to me if I win after we’ve already played. I don’t feel like playing anymore.”

“We’re in the middle of the game, Mikey.”

“I know, I know.” Michael grunts and sits up. “Okay. If I win, I get control over your Twitter for a whole day.”

Harry chews his lip. “No Tweeting anything that will get me in big trouble.”

“Fine.”

“Fine. Deal.”

“Can we make out a little?” Michael says hopefully, tilting his head to the side like a puppy. He is admittedly endearing. It’s a tempting offer. Harry’s strong, but not that strong.

“One kiss,” he barters. Michael cheers and half-crawls over to Harry’s side, once again narrowly avoiding the board. There’s no way these chess pieces don’t end up scattered across the floor within the hour. If they manage to finish and pack up the game without losing a pawn, Harry will be amazed.

He kisses Michael once and then again, because he’s just that generous. There’s a smile on Michael’s face when they part. He gives Harry’s cheek a gentle pat and says, “You’re pretty cute, you know that?”

“Don’t try to soften me up, you scoundrel,” Harry reproaches him.

Michael’s jaw drops, offended. “How dare you suggest such a thing! I’m supposed to withhold compliments until I inevitably beat you? Excuse me, dominate you?”

“I don’t trust you. You have a devious mind.”

“If anyone’s devious and untrustworthy, it is definitely you, Mr. Styles.” Michael hits him upside the head, just lightly enough not to hurt, and backwards-shuffles back to his side of the board. “Fine. Whose turn is it?”

“Yours.”

“Right.” Michael blinks at the board and sits back on his heels. Adjusts his position. Shifts until he’s cross-legged, and then stretches one leg out.

Harry can’t help it. He leans across the board and presses a kiss to the corner of Michael’s mouth.

Michael looks startled, though pleased. “What was that for?”

Harry shrugs. “You’re pretty cute too.”

Michael narrows his eyes suspiciously. “You’re up to something. Did you plant something on me? Did you move a piece when you kissed me?”

“No! You were being cute.”

“I’m always cute.”

“You were being particularly cute, stop fishing for compliments and take your bloody turn,” Harry says, shaking his head fondly. “Jesus.”

Michael moves a pawn. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Harry says, rubbing his palms together. “You walked right into my trap.”

“You are so full of shit.”

“Just wait. You’ll see.”

“I’ll see you have your arse handed to you on a silver fuckin’ platter. ‘Cause I’m going to dominate you.”

Harry giggles. “Believe what you want to believe, Cliffo. But there can only be one winner, and it’s going to be me.”

“Dream on,” Michael says as Harry moves his knight. “Dream on, Hazza.”

It’s a close game. Really, it is. Close enough that there’s really no point reporting a winner. The true victory is that they manage to keep the game set together and don’t lose any pieces to chess piece battles or roughhousing or anything of the sort.

(“Get dominated, Styles!” Michael crows. “Check fucking mate, mate!”)

Okay, so Harry doesn’t win. But, well. Making out with Michael as a consolation prize certainly numbs the pain of defeat.

There are far worse ways to lose.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

for @tigerteeff, some nb mirry for u <3 (based on that prompt from the other day)

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Harry returned, holding xyr makeup bag triumphantly, face split in a sunny grin. Michael thought xe was stunning.

Xe set xyr makeup bag next to aem, before opening it and getting out an eye shadow pallet, some brushes, and some other things that Michael didn’t really know what they were for. To be honest, Michael couldn’t really care less about makeup, ae just liked the look on Harry’s face when xe got super focused. Xe always squinted slightly, tongue trapped between xyr teeth no matter how hard xe tried not to, although the rest of xyr face stayed alarming neutral.

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Based around the hair ‘Cherry Mood’. I tried to make Nikkifrom the ‘Pavilion of Mystery’ picture!