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1D Taylor Swift Fic Fest 2024

Do you love Taylor Swift's music? Have you ever listened to one of her songs and thought "that would make a great 1D fic"? Now is your chance!

This will be a submission-based fest with very few rules (more on that below). There will not be any official sign-ups, which means there will be no limiting by song, but if you're really excited about your idea and want to talk about it feel free to submit it here for fun.

Fics Due: July 31st at Midnight EST Fics Revealed: August 1st at 10am EST

Please be 18 or older at the time of fic submission

Fics must be inspired by a Taylor Swift song or concept

Fics must be more than 1,000 words

At least one character should be from One Direction, but the pairing (or lack thereof) is up to you - ALL pairings and genders are welcome.

There will be no content limitation, but fics should be tagged with all the appropriate content warnings; if you would like some help with tagging you can use this reference post here.

Fics will have the option to be left anonymous in the collection if you prefer. If you choose to stay anonymous but want to post a fic post, it can be posted through this blog for promotion.

Teaser posts welcome, feel free to also tag with #1dtsficfest or #1dtaylorswiftficfest

Ask box is open for any questions

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INFLUENCED.

by @louisandtheaquarian and @zaynmaliksmiddlefinger

hl | ziam | enemies to lovers | famous/not-famous | fake dating

rating: m

chapters: 16/?

When Louis Tomlinson goes to bed on New Year's Eve, he is not prepared to wake up to a job offer that’s layered in more NDAs than he's ever seen, courtesy of ZAYN, A-list pop star and Louis’ best friend Liam's celebrity crush. But what is Louis even less prepared for? Zayn's Very! Enthusiastic! Influencer! boyfriend Harry Styles.

When Harry Styles signs on to become Zayn’s fake boyfriend, he's expecting 12 months of good press and a generous paycheck to help launch his hair and skincare line—he doesn't expect to fall in love at first sight with the man who'll apparently be following Zayn around All. The. Damn. Time. The Entire Year.

Otherwise known as a fake dating with a twist, famous/not-famous, enemies to friends to secret lovers au where Larry and Ziam fall in love behind the scenes while Zarry bicker in public.

Subscribe now for updates every Monday.

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New idea: instead of writing the fic, you come over to my house and I tell you the entire plot while I pace my tiny kitchen. There’s a cup of tea, warm in your hands. The words don’t stop and the affection never leaves your expression.

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*about to call mutual by name* *checks their bio* *i remembered their name correctly* *starts writing the post* *deletes it and checks the url again* *stares at url telling myself i know their name* *checks their bio again and i was still right* *writes post* *drafts it so i can check one more time before posting*

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Coming soon for 1D Omegaverse Fic Fest...

Scarred

Harry glanced back for a moment, no hint of recognition of the soulbond on his face, just a cold, hard look, before he turned on his heel and began walking away from him. Louis knew he should call Harry back to him, should explain what had just happened. But the bond that had only formed on his own side made him hesitate. His soulmate didn’t want him.  He could tell Harry the truth and let his protective alpha instincts kick in. Harry would never condemn anyone to the slow, excruciating death of a rejected soul bond, even someone like Louis. But then Louis would have to live with the knowledge that his soulmate would rather have chosen anyone but him if given the choice. He couldn’t do it. His soulmate deserved a chance at happiness, one that did not include him. Instead, he watched his soulmate walk away from him, further and further into the distance until he turned a corner and disappeared from sight.

Subscribe here to be notified when it posts and check @1domegaverseficfest for more upcoming fics!

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Paramore was right. Hard times

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you should be able to say "line" if you don't know what to say in a social situation

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NICOLA COUGHLAN for FENDI.

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Catch me on Ao3 promoting unsafe sex, huge age gaps, adultery, and blasphemy.

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Hello everyone!

As you may have noticed, I currently do not have the capacity to run this blog and update it regularly and that won't change for another few months bc my personal life is very stressful right now. I've enjoyed running this blog a lot, but I've decided not to continue it and pass the list to someone who's more involved right now.

I'm not much of a tumblr pro, but is there a way to give this side blog to someone who's willing to continue it? Like just move it to their sideblogs or smth?

If yes, and any of you feel like taking over, please let me know! 💛

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INFLUENCED.

by @louisandtheaquarian and @zaynmaliksmiddlefinger

hl | ziam | enemies to lovers | famous/not-famous | fake dating

rating: m

chapters: 15/?

When Louis Tomlinson goes to bed on New Year's Eve, he is not prepared to wake up to a job offer that’s layered in more NDAs than he's ever seen, courtesy of ZAYN, A-list pop star and Louis’ best friend Liam's celebrity crush. But what is Louis even less prepared for? Zayn's Very! Enthusiastic! Influencer! boyfriend Harry Styles.

When Harry Styles signs on to become Zayn’s fake boyfriend, he's expecting 12 months of good press and a generous paycheck to help launch his hair and skincare line—he doesn't expect to fall in love at first sight with the man who'll apparently be following Zayn around All. The. Damn. Time. The Entire Year.

Otherwise known as a fake dating with a twist, famous/not-famous, enemies to friends to secret lovers au where Larry and Ziam fall in love behind the scenes while Zarry bicker in public.

Subscribe now for updates every Monday.

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snippet

thank you @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @allwaswell16 @kingsofeverything land @lululawrence for tagging me lately to share a snippet <3 I haven't been writing much because of *gestures vaguely* everything, but I did get a start on the present day of my When Harry Met Sally AU:

“You haven’t changed that yet?” “I’m going to, I just–” “Zayn, it’s been months.” “I know, but–” “What is it, one form? Give it to me, I’ll fill it out. You have to stop dragging this breakup out.” “You’re right, you’re right, I know you’re right.” Harry sits back in her chair, blowing out a breath as her friends argue. She’d promised herself that she would share her news before they ordered drinks, but all three of them are on their second mimosa, and a runner just brought out their food. It’s not like she can get a word in edgewise, though, not after Zayn inadvertently revealed that her toxic ex is still her emergency contact. Nick is like a pit bull, refusing to let that bit of information slide. Maybe brunch wasn’t the best opportunity to tell them.

I'll tag @crinkle-eyed-boo @louandhazaf @nouies @neondiamond

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Hi! Hope you're having a good day/night. Do you have a rec for "one of a kind" fics? I mean any fic that is unique in its plot, or the storytelling or even the characters themselves have a type of personality that is unusual to find in general in fanfiction. Thank you 💛

Hi, anon! You're welcome! This was a fun one to think about!

So this one made me believe the writer created time travel, that's how real the explanations felt. The maths were mathing, I swear! Someone call NASA!

The Second Hand Unwinds by @kingsofeverything

Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.

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Gorgeously written and emotional, but written in a very specific way that has you feeling as though you're peeking into the lives of the subject of the paintings just as Niall and Liam are, but are destined to never know the full story. Don't worry though, you'll know enough.

No One Like You by myownspark / @myownsparknow

Dear Niall,

I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely, Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

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The characters unravel in more ways than one in this fic. Peel back their layers and you'll be surprised what you find. Even when you get to the end, it's not that what happens is so ambiguous, it's how the characters deal with the knowledge of what really happened.

Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface

Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

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Sunday Snippet

Okay I was tagged by @kingsofeverything and @louisandtheaquarian to share a snip so since I'm editing and getting my big bang ready to go up next week, I thought I'd share a little ditty that I enjoyed enough to send to emmu when I read it lolol It's another Mitch and Harry scene... which isn't the entire fic, I swear lololol I'm just leaving the best stuff for when you actually get into the fic, right? lol ANYWAY... it's a bit longer, sooooo I put some of it under the cut just to be sneaky lollll

“You should join Louis and his friends at the pub tonight.”

Harry froze before looking at Mitch. “How do you know Louis and his friends are going to the pub tonight in the first place?”

“Nevermind that,” Mitch said, waving his hand at him. “I just think you should go.”

“I’m not going if I’m not invited,” Harry said, eyes wide. “I told you before and I meant it. I don’t want to be another red flag.”

“You don’t want to raise any more red flags,” Mitch corrected.

“Who even cares if I say it right?” Harry asked, irritated. 

Language and this style of communication was so complicated. Every time he thought he was getting it right, he was corrected again. He was tired of doing everything wrong and wanted people to just be able to understand him. 

“You know what I meant.”

“I did. And you were invited.”

Harry snorted. “Right.”

“You were,” Mitch insisted. 

 “It couldn’t have been Louis…” Harry trailed off before looking at Mitch hopefully. “Was it?”

Mitch’s gaze was sad as he shook his head. “No. It wasn’t.”

“No one else had your number, and as far as I know, you don’t know any of his friends. So how would I have gotten invited to the pub tonight?” 

Mitch held his eye contact and as his head tilted forward a little, Harry gasped. “Oh my god, it was Zayn!”

“I didn’t say that,” Mitch said, pointing at him. 

“You didn’t have to, I could read it in your eyes!” Harry cried, clapping his gloved hand over his mouth and therefore rendering it useless now. He’d have to replace it with another new one before he got back to work on the croissants. “How did Zayn get your number?”

Mitch looked at the ceiling as if he was begging for patience from someone above. “I’m not telling you that either.”

“Technically you didn’t even tell me it was Zayn in the first place,” Harry said, smugly. “Look at me and maybe I can read the answer to this question in your eyes again.”

“How’d you even do that, anyway?” Mitch asked, sounding incredibly annoyed. “If you can just learn anything you want to with your weird star superpower ways by looking in my eyes, then I’m going to lose all of my mysteriousness.”

“Oh, dear Mitch,” Harry said, walking over to him and squishing his cheeks between his hands. “You’ve not been mysterious to me from the moment I walked in here. You were the sweetest, cuddliest person I’d ever met, and that still hasn’t changed.”

“I hate you,” Mitch said, staring at his nose rather than his eyes.

“I love you too,” Harry said before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

With a sigh, Mitch answered, “Yeah, that’s what I meant, too.”

“I know.” Harry gave him a wide smile before prancing back to the counter and putting on another new glove.

hehehe!!! And now I tag... @disgruntledkittenface @2tiedships2 @londonfoginacup @voulezloux @reminiscingintherain aaaaaand @all-these-larrythings

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SUNDAY SNIPPET

The lovely @aquietlarrie @uhoh-but-yeah-alright and @disgruntledkittenface have all tagged me recently and I’m ahead of the game on Influenced this week, so here’s a lil sneak preview…..

“Want one?” Louis asks, holding the pack out to Harry.

Harry shakes his head no, but as he watches him inhale, hollowing his cheeks around that little cylinder of taboo, he thinks it’s unfairly attractive.

“Those really are terrible for you,” he tries, but it’s half-hearted, more a reminder to himself than to Louis.

“Yeah, but so’s that.” Louis gestures at Harry’s face.

“What?” Harry asks, confused.

“That—” Louis says again, emphatically.

When Harry continues staring blankly at him, he finally reaches out to swiftly poke at the furrow next to Harry’s left eyebrow with his index finger.

“Whatever is causing you that much stress,” he explains.

You are, Harry thinks, but Louis is still talking so he can’t get sucked into ruminating about it.

“Surprised you haven’t botoxed that away, Harold.”

Harry snorts at the frankness. “Nik says the same thing. Don’t know how I feel about all that yet.”

“You’ve got time,” Louis sighs, exhaling smoke, and sounding world-weary.

Harry just huffs out a laugh again, and turns his gaze to the pool. They sit in silence like that for a few moments, with Louis smoking and Harry just… zoning out, which is somehow easier around Louis than it should be.

“You’re different than I thought you were, Styles,” he says again when it gets too quiet.

“Different how?” Harry asks. It’s the sort of question that he’d ordinarily dread the answer to, but he finds he isn’t bracing himself for Louis’ reply.

“Quieter? More serious?” Louis offers. “I don’t know, you just don’t know how much someone is performing for the camera until you do. You’re good at it. Being in front of a camera. Not everyone is. Not everyone likes it.”

No pressure but tagging y’all back plus @zaynmaliksmiddlefinger (I know you got shenanies to tease the ppl with!) @lululawrence @homosociallyyours @allwaswell16 @thechavier @juliusschmidt ! 🩶

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sunday snippet!

idk y'all i wrote some words. @homosociallyyours this is for you. a taste of dirtbag harry. he's not even dirtbaggy. idk.

“I don’t want you for a night, Harry,” Louis said as he wrenched Harry's hands from his hips and pushed them into Harry's chest, grip tight around his wrists. Harry sucked in a sharp breath, heart thundering in his chest when Louis didn't let go, and instead leaned in, lips brushing Harry's ear as he whispered, “And you won’t touch me like you touch them.”

Harry huffed a laugh, his entire body flushing hot at the rejection, and he looked down at their hands tangled together and pressed against his bare skin, wondering if the blush heating his chest and neck and face was visible. The floodlights at the entrance to the marina barely reached where they stood, and the lights along the length of the dock were meant to illuminate the path without ruining the view. 

“You don’t want me to suck your cock, Louis?” Harry asked, annoyed at the tremor in his voice. He looked away, focusing on their boats docked side by side—the contrast of the gleaming white and cool blue of Louis’ late model yacht and the dull green hull of Harry's ancient cabin cruiser beside it an excellent visual metaphor. Shaking off his agitation, Harry cleared his throat and turned back, holding Louis’ gaze and pitching his voice lower, “I could take every inch of you. You could fuck my mouth… My throat… I can make you feel good, Louis. Better than you’ve—”

“No,” Louis snapped, quiet but demanding, and Harry bit his lip hard enough to hurt. Water lapped at the pilings, the bumpers knocking the edges of the dock and against the boats, the air tranquil except for Harry's harsh breaths. Staring unabashedly at Harry, Louis licked his lips, and moved in closer, crowding Harry, forcing him to hold his ground or step back, and for a brief, brilliant moment, Harry thought he was finally going to be kissed. Then Louis shrugged, releasing Harry's hands, and said, “All or nothing.” 

He left Harry standing there and returned to his boat. The lights on Louis’ yacht flicked off, and Harry gasped, holding a hand to his bare chest where Louis had touched him. Shaking his head, Harry tried to rid himself of the heavy, desperate want, but it clung to him. 

An hour later and it’s still there, thrumming alongside his heartbeat. 

if you read this, post a snippet! also i'm tagging some people: @louandhazaf @crinkle-eyed-boo @homosociallyyours @disgruntledkittenface @laynefaire @enchantedlandcoffee @phdmama @absoloutenonsense @karamelised (i see you!) @greenfeelings @bananaheathen @lululawrence