Fandoms: One Direction (Band), Zayn Malik (Musician)
12 Mar 2018
“I swore to ye I would keep ye safe,” Liam says as if Zayn should have known this. He lifts one of Zayn’s hands, pressing a soft, wet kiss to the center of his palm.
It is innocent, but heat trails down Zayn’s spine as Liam’s eyes meet with his. “And I’ve wanted ye since the moment I first laid my eyes on ye.”
[Or the one where Zayn travels back in time to 1744 and is captured by a group of Highlander Clansmen.]
Bookmarked by Glennan
25 Nov 2020
Mistakes are made, secrets are exposed, blood is spilled, and rumors run free. It's all for one cause … Survival.
Harry Styles falls in love on a Tuesday afternoon, and it is everything he’d always imagined it would be. The man is perched on a low stone wall that divides the road from the river, his chin resting on his knees and his brown hair fluffing lightly in the wind. There’s a small notebook on the wall beside him, open to a page as though he’s only just put it down. A ray of sunshine hits his face, giving it a golden glow, and as Harry watches, the man closes his eyes, tips his face toward the sky, and smiles.
Oh, Harry thinks, mouth open on a silent gasp. This is how it happens.
In contemporary Oxford, Harry Styles and Niall Horan run a magical bookshop, unbowed by an entire academic establishment that insists magic doesn't even exist. Sometimes, Harry finds, it's much easier to have faith in magic than in himself. Louis Tomlinson is a classically trained poet who needs something to believe in, and Liam Payne longs to be a part of something magical.
But when the lines between reality and fiction - poetry and magic - start to blur, can they trust each other to keep track of what's true?
Life is an ocean, and he’s a bad swimmer. Hope is a boat that he cannot reach. Drowning in the middle and losing his breath, he hopes for a hand to pull him out, help him see the light.
Liam knows that Harry, the innkeeper’s son, dislikes him. He won’t go so far as hate, since he doesn’t seem capable of anything stronger than stirring the soup cauldron or, more importantly, rolling a casket of mead into place behind the inn’s serving counter. Hate is definitely too strong a word. Annoyed, maybe. Disapproving, definitely.
But Liam doesn’t concern himself with the intractable approval of the innkeeper’s son. He’s here for a job, not to fraternize. In fact, if there’s one thing he’s learned from his travels since he’s picked up his bow and his sword, it’s that making friends with the locals only makes his job more complicated. And Liam has never liked complicated.