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Have you read any good ziall fics lately? i'm really feeling this drought :(

HELLO you’ve come to the right place!! :) i have indeed read a couple of really good ones since my last fic recs (x | x), here we go:

never gonna leave - accidental baby acquisition has to be one of the best ao3 tags and this is a beautiful fic

(one of these days) i wish you were a hologram - oh the pain! set during wwa and wonderfully achy yet lovely

of an endless summer - oh my god im seriously never gonna be over this, it’s a summer camp au and i love every tiny detail of it

sex and question marks - this was absolutely hilarious but still slow burn and so lovely?? i loved it

watching you all night - canon future fic that i would’ve read 50k of

all this and heaven too - teachers!au!!!! soo cute and funny :))

always you (the best part of me) - OH MY GOD honestly this was a m a z i n g, i loved it sooo much even though i wanted to hit zayn sometimes but really?? slow burn, pining, pain and soo much love

double up or quit, double stake or split - yeah this was just so lovely i don’t really know what to say. there’s ace characters too which is still something we don’t see very often in fics

and your heart says, “just stay” - this whole fic had the most amazing mood, it was beautiful. genderswap

i hope you haven’t read all of these yet!!

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**niall and flowers** // insp. 

otra gothic

harry spits water into the air. it goes over himself, over you, over the stage. is it really water? nobody has asked

louis and liam wrestle each other. the crowd laughs at the play fighting. liam is secretly hiding a dagger in his sock - one day he will use it.

the fireworks are loud, and extravagant. they explode into the air, before fizzing out into thin air. where do the fireworks go.

they are singing drag me down. the end chorus has begun and harry is screaming. why is he screaming. why wont he stop.

‘sing it!’ liam yells. he point his microphone to the thousands of sobbing onlookers. they scream at him in synchronicity. 

you are waiting for the concert to commence. the macarena begins to blast through the speakers. you stand and begin to dance. why are you dancing? why is everyone else dancing? you are powerless to the beat

niall horan is performing. but is he really? you are unsure if he exists. sometimes you swear he vanishes into thin air. you do not comment on this.

zayn: *rocks up at the dental hospital* floss ‘appenin dentists!