hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of february. I recommend that you read these great fics in march, if you haven’t already. there are SO many good and unique AUs this round, so please check them out!!
(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)
Harry is the world’s most persistent seduction-baker, a questionable dog-sitter, and Louis’s biggest fan. Louis hasn’t written in years, is trying to pass loneliness off as cynicism, and absolutely hates his fans. It’s probably destiny.
With seven years of blissful marriage behind them and four wonderfully unique kids to brag about, Harry and Louis seem to finally have life all figured out and under control. How much more real could it get?
Very real it turns out, when Harry reluctantly leaves home for a 5 day business trip leaving Louis to manage their rambunctious, hyperactive household. Do they really have it all under control or are they just faking it?
Featuring all the usual suspects, inside jokes, embarrassing moments and of course, Harry and Louis’ wild antics + the addition of their four equally wild and outrageous kids.
“You… you still have the dress form I got you for your eighteenth birthday? You’ve kept it for ten years, Harry?” Louis’ eyes flick around Harry’s studio. It’s big and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that help flood the room in bright sunlight, just like the lobby. However, he can’t stop staring at the faded, but present, heart surrounding the “H + L” written delicately in Louis’ handwriting in the center of the mannequin.
Louis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.
Down in the arena, the triumphant gladiator places his foot on the back of the loser, holding him there as he waits for instruction on his next move. Kill or let live. It’s barbaric, really, the bloodlust involved in this sport. Louis is pretty sure that if it wasn’t for his distaste for the killing there would be a lot more blood soaking that sand.
As it is, his father rarely gives the kill order anymore. He gives the order to let the loser live. Louis rolls his eyes, turning away. He doesn’t miss the way the gladiator’s eyes linger on him. (20k)
[Context: We’re a party of 5, who’ve stumbled into an underground lair full of pretty nasty enemies. We’ve been playing for a while, and have finally managed to find somewhere quiet to pause to take stock of our situation. We’re stood near a door, deciding what to do next. One of our party is a human warrior, who is known for asking to do slightly wacky things in dangerous situations.]
Human Warrior: (tries to peek through a keyhole to see inside a room, and rolls a natural 1.) ‘Whoops!’
DM: ‘You lean on the door, and it swings open! You stumble into the room, stopping only when you hit a table, and you hear the door slam shut behind you, trapping you alone in the room with four bandits! They aren’t pleased to see an intruder, and draw some rather nasty looking weapons’.
Human Warrior, immediately after DM stops talking: 'Can I do a provocative dance on the table to distract them?’
DM, slightly incredulously : 'I mean… I guess? Roll me a 20 and you can do that.’
Human Warrior: (rolls his first 20 of the entire campaign)
DM: (pauses for a good ten seconds, then sighs loudly) You climb on the table, and begin to dance. The bandits, rather out of character (pointed look at the instigator of the whole thing) put away their weapons and watch you dance.’
Human Warrior : 'If I roll another 20, can they all pass out at the brilliance of my dance?’
DM: (stares, then says) 'Sure. Chances of that happening are slim’
Seconds later, the DM is sat with his head in his hand, four unconscious bandits, as our human warrior celebrated his second natural 20 in 2 rolls. Everyone else round the table is in hysterics. Our warrior now introduces himself to NPC’s as a 'Legendary Dancer’. Our DM has outlawed anything dance-related.
..Tom reading to you on rainy days while cuddling under seven blankets. (hot chocolate and fire not included)
..stealing his shirts.. and hats… and jackets.. basically all his clothes
..him secretly loving it.
..visiting marvel sets and becoming the ‘Avengers’ otp.
..billions of snap stories and insta pics featuring each other.
..calling him your hero.
..him calling you his little warrior.
..DANCE PARTIES. (ft. Tess, Paddy and occasionally Sam)
..going for coffee with Harry.
..his family adoring you.
..him being jealous of Tessa’s love for you.
..you being jealous of his fangirls.
..him reassuring you that you’re his one and only.
..sneaking kisses. Every 20 seconds.
..him never judging you for the blog you used to have devoted entirely to his existence. (”NO TOM DON’T LOOK AT THAT!!” “Aww! You used to write those little fan stories about me?” *you dying* “Oh and what’s this? You needed medical attention because I give you breathing problems?” *you’re dead*
..holding hands wherever you go.
..him feeling like he isn’t the best role to play something as big as Spiderman.
..you setting up a hashtag and live stream so he can see all his fans and what he’s doing for them. Also reassuring him in another way. ;)
..you being a singer and are asked to sing for one of his movie’s soundtracks.
..jam sessions or lessons with guitars.
..being the cutest couple ever cuz Tom Holland would treat his girl RIGHT.