AHA! I LOST THIS IN MY INBOX BUT NOW I FOUND IT AGAIN AND I’VE BEEN VERY ANXIOUS BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO THINK THAT I DIDN’T LIKE YOUR STORY
BECAUSE I LOVED IT
IT’S SO SWEET AND SO ARE YOU
PLEASE SEE THIS :(
I KNOW I’M HEINOUSLY LATE IN REPLYING
BUT YOU’RE WONDERFUL AND YOUR STORY IS SO CUTE
i can try!!! though i’ll clarify that all i rly know about them is what i’ve read in v and lucy’s fics and also how great josh is on twitter. also i am p sure UJ is overall older than 1d? but 1d was formed first so i’m calling them older. #j’yolo.
It’s 8:36 AM and Josh is staring at the beautiful boy from Upper Sixth again.
"Cut that out," Jaymi says, laughing once he notices. He throws the balled-up wrapper from his McDonald’s hash browns at Josh. It bounces off his forehead. "Do you even know his name?"
"It’s Zayn and he’s perfect and I don’t know if I want to be him or be with him more," Josh says, immediately. He looks away from where Zayn is sat with his friends, back at Jaymi, but only because Zayn looked over his way.
Warnings: d/s universe, check the tags before reading
-There are a handful of things that I get wobbly-kneed for when it comes to fic; dom/sub universes, meta fic, social/sexual gender relations, explorations of alternate sexualities in AUs, religious and fairytale imagery… Basically, this fic could have been written just for me. It is 170,000 words of absolute, beautiful, heart-wrenching perfection, where Arthur and Merlin are subs who’ve bonded to each other. If you have any sort of appreciation for thinky-kinky fics, you’ll want to curl up and live in this story.“It happens in zoos sometimes.” Merlin had said, head tucked between his knees, body ducked up under his arms. “It might happen in the wild too, we don’t know. But we know about it in zoos, mostly with lions, because we can tell the dominant and submissive lions apart from one another. There was this whole book about it. They think it’s a stress reaction.”
“Oh.” Arthur had said, sitting across the room, attempting to absorb himself into the wallpaper and trying to distract himself by studying the texture of his socks. Neither had proven successful.
They hadn’t meant to do anything like this.
“What do they do with them?” Arthur asked after a long, morose pause.
“Separate them.” Merlin replied, head rising up from his armadillo curl so he could stare at Arthur for a long, quiet moment. Arthur dropped his gaze back to his socks.
harry/louis; 12k (complete)
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.
Josh likes the look of George in sopping wet clothes.
Yesssssss, beautiful. The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows is my happy place, if sad and thoughtful things can make a happy place, which they totally can, who are we kidding.
Hard as it gets to believe, there was a Zoe that lived before the war, and she was a little girl with her mother’s hasty braids, who stomped in mud to make it splash and hunted for frogs that she could keep in boxes under the bed, and she remembers the day the undertaker came to her house to get her granddaddy, and he was very tall and very skinny and very pale, like maybe he’d spent too long standing in somebody’s shadow, and he had eyes so black they looked like the edge of space, all fathomless frontier, and she braced her feet and faced him down and she said, “I’m Zoe, and I ain’t afraid of you!”
“Nice to meet you, Zoe,” he responded, mild, folding down to her level, “I’m Dr. di Angelo.”
He put two coins over her granddaddy’s eyes, put his finger to his lips when she caught his eye, and closed the coffin lid so they could off and bury him in Christian soil, and the year she turned eleven, she shaved all her hair off and the boys from town killed the undertaker because they caught him kissing Percy Jackson’s wife in the willows during the New Years fireworks, and everybody likes Percy because he’s a proper hero-like, so it seemed like the thing to do.
“Ain’t a nobody, not a one of them,” said Zoe’s mother, slicing down into an onion with hard dry eyes because she’d been cried out years ago, “stopped to think that maybe that’re the way of things, and maybe it weren’t their business —” and she stopped, pressing the back of her wrist to her mouth. Zoe didn’t have a skin for senseless killing yet, so she stepped across the kitchen and leaned their weight together, in case one of them needed to be held up.
how u gonna ask me this when all h/l truth or dare fic has been made irrelevant thanks to yOU KNOW WHO.
SIGH. (and i’m sorry)
i have bits and pieces going! just nothing that’s ready/i’d want to post. been super busy so i’ve just been playing around with bit and pieces as i feel like it?? here’s a snippet though i suppose, it’s a bit summer romance au
In order of posting:
- the finish line (is a good place for us to start) by loadedgunn, with accompanying art by oppositeofhallelujah. Harry x Louis, side Zayn x Liam and Zayn x Perrie, Formula 1 racers AU
- just hold on, we’re going home by gravitycentered, with accompanying mix by speeding_cars. Cisgirl! Zayn x Louis, “Louis has a boyfriend but she also has Zayn.”
- Nothing Gold by infinitylourry, with accompanying mix by hostagesfic. Cisgirl! Harry x Louis, high school AU.
- There’s A Golden Sky by blackmustache, with accompanying mix by bandparents. Liam x Louis, football AU
- You Never Give Up On Me by sunshinexbomb, with accompanying mix by ziallswerewolfoven. Liam x Zayn and Harry x Niall, teacher AU.
- broke some rocks right through your window by cryfordays, with accompanying art by moadear. Liam x Harry, teacher AU
Never On Your Own
OT5 | 29,419 words | Mature
Please note: Written for round two of the One Direction Big Bang. Full list of warnings on AO3.
Niall sells his place in London. It’s a Friday afternoon, and he signs the papers feeling a bit numb, a little stupid, and very, very glad. His agent looks worried, and asks if he needs a minute to think about it. Niall doesn’t, but he smiles at her anyway, is polite when he shakes his head, “Nah, thanks. ‘m good.” He isn’t, but he doesn’t think it’s much of a lie when everybody knows.
Or, Niall sells everything he owns in London and buys a posh old castle by the ocean in Ireland. Hidden away from the outside world, he’s sad and lonely until one day, he isn’t.
boy, you got my heartbeat running away
1D/x-factor; genderswap harry styles/george shelley, 452 words, r
summary: I told Lucy “shut up or I won’t write genderswap club sex.” and she shut up.
Author: Well, that would be me. Hi. I’m Caitlin.
Fandom: One Direction/Union J/His Dark Materials
Story Title: When The Dust Settles
Summary: Ramona admits, after they’ve performed for Louis and Sharon and are all a little tipsy, that they were hoping her switches would stop with their making friends; that things would even out at least a little.
George hiccups softly in agreement, and Jaymi’s eyes are sad and sympathetic in a way which makes his chest hurt even through the haze of intoxication.
Relationships: Sheylinson. Maybe Jaymi/George if you squint really really hard, sit about four feet away from your screen and stand on your head while listening to ‘When Love Takes Over’.
Rating: Eh…PG. There are allusions to sex. That- that’s about it, really.
Warnings: Mentions of past-bullying.
Story Word Count: 1,619
Disclaimer: I own nothing more than a laptop and an overactive imagination. This is in no way connected to Simon Cowell and Synco, nor Guy Who Wrote His Dark Materials Whose Name I Can’t Recall Right Now, nor any of the boys mentioned. They don’t know about this; god permitting, they will never know about this.
Notes: Some days, I roll around on the floor obsessively checking to see if aimmyarrowshigh has posted more Sheylinson on her LiveJournal and weeping when she hasn’t. Others, I decide to stop my moping and do something productive. This is the attempt to do something productive; the weeping will continue soon.
Can I say that this is pretty much fanfiction of her and her work? It was her writing that inspired me, and I never would have discovered the glory of Sheylinson without her and spibsy and their amazing awesome writer…ness….that’s not a word. ANYWAY. But yes, this is what comes from reading Sheylinson ~verse and then, immediately after, re-reading aimmyarrowshigh ‘s HDM ~verse Larry Stylinson. Suddenly, I’m struck by the irrepressible urge to give George a Daemon.
So here it is.
I apologise for the general lack of good.
(It’s so bad, agh gosh it’s so bad…)
(I have also tagged aimmyarrowshigh because I yearn for approval and her acknowledgement of my existence would genuinely kill me, even if it’s just to tell me I suck.)
ummmm yep this is union j fic sorry about it. i know there’s only maybe two people who’d be interested in reading hahahaha but anyway!! oh p.s. i totally fudged all the stuff about jaymi’s tattoos so don’t lecture me i suck!!
the least he could do
(george/jaymi, 3200 words, explicit)
union j get to las vegas for judge’s houses and george can’t sleep.
not meant to play this part
x-factor; josh-centric (mentions ella/george, jaymi/olly), 1477 words, PG-13
summary: I had sudden-onset Josh feels and then V asked me to write Josh fic because she had feels, so I threw all the Josh feels in a text document and now you have this. (Warnings for: internalized homophobia, homophobic/gendered slurs, and body dysphoria.)
When they’re set to go home, Harry presses a kiss to George’s nose. George laughs pulling Harry close and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Louis honestly doesn’t understand how they can be so playful when they spent most of the night grinding against each other to heavy bass, but well. They are.
"Text me," Harry says when George’s pulled away, "yeah?"
"Of course," George smiles, "I had a lovely time tonight."
With a wave, George bounds off to the cars that’s waiting for him. Harry waves back, and then he catches the way Louis is staring at him.
"What’re you staring at?"
"Why," Louis manages, "are you not fucking that boy through a wall?"
Once Harry’s taken a deep breath and slowly exhaled, he gives Louis the look that Louis generally translates as “I can only explain the word asexual to you so many times before I punch you in the face.” It’s not exactly that Louis doesn’t understand, it’s just that Harry’s so Harry and sometimes the Harry in Louis’ head and the Harry in real life have philosophical disagreements.
"Bit narccy," Harry says, "Besides, he’s more like me than I thought originally."
Harry winks, walking over to the car they’d driven in. Louis can’t do anything for a moment, frozen in place.
"What’s that supposed to mean?”