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FIC: till you know that the words are right (1d; narry)
Title: till you know that the words are right Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee Ship(s): Niall/Harry Rating: r Wordcount: 5,500+ Summary: Somehow, at this stage in his career, waking up with breasts and a vagina on the morning of the biggest show of his life doesn’t even seem that comparatively weird to Niall. Notes: my beloved sonkadee anniallation and i had a conversation relatively recently about what bs it is that there’s fic where characters will ‘wake up a girl’ just bc of sudden and unanticipated ~genitalswap, so for sonja’s birthday i wrote a thing where niall wakes up with different genitals but not a different gender.
read till you know that the words are right at the ao3!
~when 3 sentences becomes 5k~
Title: anything plain can be lovely Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee Ship(s): Harry/Louis Rating: nc17 Wordcount: 5,000+ Summary: Harry sees Louis - really sees Louis - again for the first time in his mid-thirties.
read anything plain can be lovely at the ao3!
my year in review: fanfiction edition
in case you missed anything this year! this is mostly for my records, but also yours.
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FIC: i wanna see the way you move for me, baby (het!Lirry [1D])
Title: i wanna see the way you move for me, baby Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee Ship(s): Liam/Harry Rating: NC-17 Wordcount: ~3000 Summary: Harry wakes up to the sound of buzzing and Liam's breathy little gasps. Sex happens. (cisgirl!Liam, Lirry het) A/N: thanks to stephanie fannyann and jesse billyxkaplan for the encouragement and beta! xoxo ily
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
Read i wanna see the way you move for me, baby on the AO3
FIC: Building Castles in the Air (Niam [1D])
Title: Building Castles in the Air Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee Ship(s): Liam/Niall Rating: lmfao g Wordcount: 10,000 Summary: Liam is overwhelmed by his bootcamp roommate, who is loud and friendly and so totally up-front about what he wants out of this competition. "I plan on winning," Niall says, twenty seconds after introducing himself, slinging his duffel bag down on his bed. "Touring. Playing my guitar, you know. Selling albums. Maybe working with Justin Bieber, if I'm lucky.". A/N: i got 38 seconds into watching to build an ot5 home and then this happened (literally) (that's how it happened). woo! thanks are due to: caitlin, bee, and stephanie for encouraging me and looking over this as i wrote it. (extra thanks to stephanie for showing me the niam light) love you girls!
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
Read Building Castles In The Air at the AO3
i know literally nothing about cars but a thing happened and then this happened sorry it literally makes less sense than your average porno probably haha sorry [2]
liam x louis, untitled drabble (mechanic au), nc17
“So when do you think it’s going to be done?”
Liam looks up and frowns at the guy in the tight jeans and denim jacket who is currently jangling his keys impatiently in one hand. He reeks of weed and money. “Dunno,” he says. “You’ve just brought it in, I haven’t even found the problem yet.”
“I told you,” the guy - Louis, if Liam heard him give his name right earlier - says, rolling his eyes dramatically. “It started making a weird noise and the clutch wouldn’t go at all.”
FIC: i know the shape of your hands (i watch them when you talk) [girl!zouis (1D) with others]
Title: i know the shape of your hands (i watch them when you talk) Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee Ship(s): Louis/Zayn (primary, explicit), Louis/Joe Jonas, Louis/Leigh-Anne Pinnock (secondary, explicit) Zayn/Perrie (secondary, implicit) Liam/Dev Patel, Harry/Michael, Niall/older men (tertiary, implicit) Rating: NC-17 Wordcount: ~50,300+ Summary: Louis is on top of the world. She's in what's probably the biggest girlband in the universe. She's got a fun boyfriend, and even if they're not properly in love, he's still very good at pleasing her. She gets to travel the entire world with her four best mates. If only she could stop developing this pesky crush on her Zayn. A/N: hahahahahahahahaha. thank you [deep breath] sam kristin brady molly val cait bee for all your help with this!! written for this prompt on the zouis ficathon
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
Read i know the shape of your hands (i watch them when you talk) at the AO3
FIC: fill you up with all my lovin' (LiLo [1D] [contains: mpreg])
Title: fill you up with all my lovin' Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee Ship(s): Liam/Louis Rating: NC-17 Wordcount: ~3500 Summary: Louis is feeling a little unattractively pregnant so Liam takes it upon himself to show Louis how gorgeous he really is. A/N: ummmm i don't know how this happened. blame caitlin as usual. (notes: this is mpreg fic. there is sex. also dirty talk. also more sex. so uh yeah i don't want anyone to be… surprised by that…)
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
Read fill you up with all my lovin' at the AO3
FIC: spring green is much too yellow, sea green is far too pale (Lirry [1D])
Title: spring green is much too yellow, sea green is far too pale Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee Ship(s): Liam/Harry Rating: PG Wordcount: ~3000 Summary: Liam doesn’t really notice the depth of detail Harry's put into his Barbara costume until Harry drops the suitcase and reaches forward to pick it up. There's a glint of pink at his fingertips, a little brighter than usual, and Liam is so startled that the "Oh, Barbara" slips out before he can stop himself.
His words make it into the final cut. The fact that Harry painted his nails does not. A/N: written for stephanie for her 22nd birthday. happy birthday! i hope you like it!
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
Read spring green is much too yellow, sea green is far too pale at the AO3
this happened and my lady said she wanted soul crushing fic based on it so i took that and one of my favorite songs of all time and haylor happened, i guess (or, more accurately, didn't)
taylor is literally the most beautiful person harry's ever seen in his entire life, with her red red lips and long blonde hair curling wildly under the beanie and thick-rimmed glasses that make up her low-profile look. she's a fucking shooting star, more real than any stars in the night sky. he watches her from across the street as she darts into the corner drugstore and comes out with a coke, and he wants.
he wants.
harry is accustomed to having, so he crosses the street to her and drops the bag of oranges he bought from a little fruit kiosk just ten minutes ago. they roll all over the pavement and one bumps into taylor's red canvas shoes.
"oh," she says, pushing it away with the tip of her toe, and then, "oh" again when she looks up. "you're harry styles."
"you're taylor swift," harry says, stupidly, but she makes him stupid, with the way that the corner of her mouth quirks up when she speaks and the way that her eyes light up the entire fucking street.
and that's the beginning of what harry is determined will have no end. he pursues taylor and holds her hand taking walks in the park and they feed ducks and seals and babysit together and he goes to her concerts and she goes to his and she writes some songs about him and he texts her every night from too many miles away about how much he is in love with her, and her soul, and her talent, and her fucking bravery. "my soul is precious," she tells him in the dark of the night, scratching light circles into his side with her nails. "treat it carefully."
"but you're so big," harry tells her. "vibrant. beautiful."
"you'll learn to cover it all with glamor," taylor says, and it feels like a promise. taylor's skin is thick and harry's has never been anything but thin, easily scratched, easily scarred.
he treats her like the princess she is, singing to her and cooking for her and rubbing her sore muscles after a day of performing and loving her with every speck in his entire heart.
"we'll fight the pirates," he tells her, sleepily, curled into her body which is almost as long as his. "wear our sewn-on outcast badges righteously." and maybe he's speaking in metaphor but together they can keep the cruel edges of the world at bay. together, forever and always.
but when he makes love to her she's always so distant that it breaks his heart.
"if you love something, let it go," his mum always used to tell him, when he was a little kid and his kitten ran away. "if it loves you back it will come back to you."
so on a cold damp day in january harry lets taylor go with a kiss. he clutches her hand so tight it hurts until she pulls her hand away and he leaves her on a boat, the uss neverland, to go find whatever it is that she's been looking for. and he goes through every single one of the thousand pictures of her on his phone, trying to spot the moment where she stopped focusing on him and started focusing on whatever else it was. but the pictures just show fragments, a twist of her smile, a strand of her hair, the curve of her hip into her thigh, golden and soft in the light of his bedroom.
he wipes his eyes and waits in rooms that feel empty no matter how many other people are there for her to come back, and when girls scream at the sight of him he hardly even hears a noise because they're not taylor. fans bruising his wrist when they try to tug him into pictures hardly even register, because it's not taylor's touch.
he watches for her and waits for her and she doesn't come back and she keeps not coming back and slowly he starts to delete the pictures that he can't remember anymore. a dimple goes away when he can't feel it under his fingers just by looking at it anymore, and a close-up of her beautiful ruby lips when he stops remembering the taste of her lipstick.
in the pictures in the magazines she's got an arm wrapped around someone else's waist, and her smile is curving for someone else's face. her eyes are sparking when she looks at someone else and her songs aren't about him anymore and she's not coming back to him and he still loves her so much that he can't even breathe.
i'm glad i let you go he texts her. but i'm sad you didn't come back
i had to fly higher she responds, and when she buys a house across the road from his he watches her windows but she never appears. she's so far away even though she's so close by and the stars don't shine as bright anymore and the dark gets a little bit darker but she's still so light and happy when he sees her walking down the street, an hand curled around an orange that he didn't give her, and she sparkles whenever he sees her but she doesn't sparkle for him.
FIC: can't you see i'm the blue in your skies? (Lilo [1D])
Title: can't you see i'm the blue in your skies? Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee Ship(s): Liam/Louis Rating: PG Wordcount: ~4000 Summary: Burying his fingers in the scruff around Loki's neck, not quite meeting Louis's eyes, Liam takes a deep breath and, reminding himself that, as it's April Fools Day, he can pass it off as a joke if Louis reacts badly, says, "I've got to be honest with you, Tommo, I think about kissing you an awful lot." A/N: as usual, thanks goes out to my main dame caitlin sansacakes, who encouraged me as i handwrote 90% of this while afk today and double checked everything when i typed it up and also helped me title it etc.
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
Read can't you see i'm the blue in your skies? at the AO3
Just so you know... it's sort of painful to actually fuck someone and pump your hand when you're fisting someone. So that Samchel fic... it's really painful to read.
oop thank you! i edited that part
berrypayne said 'give me fisting' and himaryan said 'give me samchel' so. here is samchel fisting. pwp, nsfw, etc.
"Put your fist in me," Rachel gasps, her mouth working wide and wet against Sam's neck.
"Wait," Sam says. He hikes Rachel's leg higher up his side and crowds in closer so that she doesn’t slip down the wall. "Really?"
"Yes, god, please, Sam," says Rachel. She pushes her back harder against the wall so that her hips press forward, rolling against Sam's crotch. He groans.
"Okay," he says. "Okay." And he eases her down slightly - just enough that he can fit his hand forward and slip two fingers into her. He kisses her steadily, first her mouth and then down the column of her throat, sucking hot little red marks all the way. Curling his fingers inside of her, he presses in even closer, forcing her legs open wider so that he can scissor them back and forth, getting her ready for him to push a third in. "This might be easier on a bed, Rach."
She laughs, breathlessly, like he's being a bit silly, which – there's no way he'd ever forget that Rachel is the kinkiest girl he's ever known, to the extent of always avoiding beds, if at all possible. "If you can't get it in like this," she says, raising her eyebrows at him in a deliciously filthy way, "You're not trying hard enough."
Sam frowns – to focus, nothing else – and bends down and moves in so that he can kiss her again, sweet and deep and slow, to counterbalance the way that he's probably pressing bruises into her hips, with how hard he's holding her against the wall. The way that the rough denim of his jeans probably feels against her bare thighs.
His dick is hard, swollen in his pants, and he can feel the press of the metal teeth of his zipper through his boxers. He's aching for release, but Rachel is canting her hips forward as best as she's able, with her limited mobility, so he pushes another finger inside and twists his hand, widening her for the main event.
She gasps against his lips, and he breaks the kiss. "D'you want me to use extra lube for this?" he asks, because she's so wet that he's concerned that his hand will get pruny, but he also doesn't want to hurt her in case he's misjudging the situation.
"Think I'll be okay," she tells him, and bites his earlobe hard, so he furrows his brow again and withdraws the four fingers he has stretching her out and funnels his hand into as small a circle as possible, slowly pushing it slickly into her.
They've done this once or twice before, so by now he's starting to get familiar with the gasp that she lets out when his thumb breaches her, spreading her wide and wet and warm around his hand. His dick twitches in his pants at the way she sounds, and at the warmth of her legs and the warmth of her cunt just sort of hovering around the denim. He pushes slower and carefuller as his hand widens around the base of his fingers, slowly curling the tips down into a fist so that his hand can fit all the way to his wrist.
"Fuck," Rachel is saying. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Tears are leaking out of the corners of her eyes and sweat is gathering at her collarbone, but when he tries to stop moving his hand into place, she says, "More, Sam, please," so he pushes it the rest of the way in and holds it steady, letting her grind her clit against his wrist, until she rolls her hips against his hand again and shudders.
There's another gush of wet around his fingers, seeping through between them, and when he looks directly at her, her hair is caught in the sweat on her face. She's grinning. "My turn," she says, so he slowly starts to take his fist out – carefully; she tends to get easily overstimulated after she's come.
"You okay?" Sam asks, kissing the moisture from the corner of her eyes.
She pulls his hand up to her face once it's entirely out and licks his fingers, never taking her gaze off of his face. "Yeah," she breathes.
"What are you going to do?" Sam asks watching her tongue dart over his hand, mesmerized. He backs up a few steps so that she can stand on her own, but doesn't go too far, just in case she's still unsteady.
"Dunno," she says, grinning wickedly, and still keeping one arm firmly around his shoulders, moves a hand from behind his back to show him her pretty little manicure and short, short nails. She balls her hand into a fist. "I was kind of thinking about putting this in you, now."
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FIC: Experience Points (girl!Ziall [1D] with side Lirry and Selouis)
Title: Experience Points Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee Ship(s): Zayn/Niall, Liam/Harry, Louis/Selena Gomez Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 40,000+ Summary: The good news is that Simon has decided to let Zayn start officially developing the game she and Liam have spent years talking about creating. The bad news is that, because Liam is bedridden after a debilitating accident, Simon puts the new girl, Niall, on the project with Zayn instead. The worse news is that Niall is just Zayn's type. A/N: I couldn't have made this fic happen without help from the usual suspects and some new faces, too, so: first off, thank you to Bee, without whom this fic literally wouldn't exist. I asked her to give me a quick Ziall prompt to warm up. She asked for a high school AU. 40,000+ words later, I have fulfilled none of her requests, but I hope this is an adequate substitute.
Thanks also to Julia for sending me links to approximately ten million different Ziall masterposts when I needed inspiration, Jesse for encouraging me to rant about the process whenever I needed to despite not even being in the fandom, Sam for the eternally appreciated eleventh-hour Britpick, and Kristin, for making the accompanying fanmix and cover art, which is so very, very perfect, and you, for reading this incredibly self-indulgent fic.
Most importantly, thank you to my best babe Caitlin, for holding my hand through this entire process, reading each and every section as soon as I finished writing it, and assuring me that it was good enough to post. Baby, you're my forever girl. ❤
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god. all of my knowledge of video games comes from watching other people play)
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Fic: Would You Still Call Me Superman (Lirry with side Ziall [1D])
Title: Would You Still Call Me Superman Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee Gift for: lanterns_social Ship(s): Liam/Harry, Zayn/Niall Rating: PG-13 Wordcount: 6300+ Summary: When Harry opens his locker, there's a box wrapped in blue tissue paper, wound messily in a skinny white ribbon, just sitting on top of his textbooks. A piece of paper taped to the top of the box reads To Harry,
Happy Christmas! I noticed how you're always chewing on your pencils in class so I thought this might help!
-Your Secret Admir Santa xx
In which Harry has an overwhelming crush on Liam, the nicest, coolest guy in school, and his friends aren't very supportive of the pain his crush causes him. The jerks. A/N: Happy holidays, lanterns_social! I hope you like this and that it's what you wanted in your gift :)
thanks as always to boybandhugs for the beta, berrypayne for the cheerleading, and thanks also to fannyann for the plot help!
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