long distance lullaby | zayn/niall; background harry/louis; smudges of louis/liam; threads of whatever else you can think of, really | 3,000 | pg-13 | he goes to paris, in the end | call this whatever you want, but it's really a shifting and compiling of a handful of different things i'd been vaguely working on for what felt like forever; i'm not ( Read more... )

the wind hitting our broken strings | zayn/niall; background harry/louis, liam/louis, and just about every other combination you can think of, really | 4,649 | pg-13 | and niall sneaks under zayn’s skin like the red thread he still can’t forget, like london, until he’s filling up space and beating in time with his heart |  based loosely on the red ( Read more... )

the wind hitting our broken strings | zayn/niall; background harry/louis, liam/louis, and just about every other combination you can think of, really | 644 | pg-13 | he remembers wanting to feel free | warnings for: major character death; depression; vague suicidal longings | alternative ending to the original, which can be read here; picks off ( Read more... )

more than the stars (over your heard) | zayn/niall; generous side helping of ot5 because that's what we're all here for | 3,122 | pg-13 | he waits an extra beat before shutting the door and going to check on kamilah, hovering in the doorway of her room and whispering, “g’night, mahiya, sleep tight” and then going to bed himself, thinking about ( Read more... )

with my heart ticking (like a bomb in a birdcage) | zayn/niall; background harry/louis; ot5 because that's my real weakness here | 3,101 | pg-13 | it was like, he tried to explain to liam once, having a sun blazing in his veins, or tucked away in the hollow of his ribs | because every pairing needs a shitty superhero au! (aka who let me near a ( Read more... )

make a ray of sunshine (and never leave home) | zayn/niall | 3,626 | pg-13 | they were silent for a moment, and zayn tried not to notice the way they fit together until the lines blurred and unfocused, or the way it felt like his heart was stuttering against the brush of niall’s arm. | originally meant to be the five times zayn and niall shared a ( Read more... )

the sunbeam flaring in your body | zayn/niall | pg | 1,567 | they fit together, he and Niall, and he thinks he likes that best of all, the quiet moments they sneak and stack up stretched out on cold hotel beds, Niall's fingers wrapped round his wrist. | unbeta'd, but read over by britt and a handful of other wonderful people. any mistakes within ( Read more... )