#leave your damage behind and gone

Contact by myownspark | nr | 2483
A short story about two men navigating the wilderness.

Unto You by LadyLondonderry | T | 3671
Louis is a lamplighter celebrating the saturnalia season in his own way.
Harry is heavily pregnant and new in the city.
The holiday of Christmas is yet to be created.

Manifest Destiny by casuallyhl | E | 15210
Harry and Louis had fallen into bed together again that night, mouths greedy and hands needy. And now every time Louis stops at Fort Kearney, even if it’s weeks in between, he and Harry spend the night together. The nights are always filled with heat and passion, and it gives Louis something to think on fondly as he rides across the western territories carrying sacks of mail.
They’ve never talked about it, and they’ve never kissed. Louis doesn’t know if he wants either of those things to change, but he knows that his presence in Harry’s life is sporadic at best. Probably best to leave things be.
Or, Louis is a Pony Express rider and Harry runs a station along the trail.

Leave Your Damage Behind and Gone by QuickedWeen | T | 15673
It’s the spring of 1882 and Sir Louis Tomlinson is a simple man with simple needs. Money. Running an old estate and dairy farm costs money, and he would much rather focus on his science experiments than take a trip to the Exposició Universal de Barcelona to beg for funding especially when everyone there is English anyway.
He’s taking a walk one night to clear his head when he comes upon something mysterious on the beach that may or may not change his life forever.

No One Like You by myownspark | M | 19924
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.

And down the long and silent street by whimsicule | M | 86090
The year is 1881 and if you’re alone in this world you might as well be dead, because starving dogs have no mercy.
Or: Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis’ past finally catches up with him.

Coax the Cold by MediaWhore | M | 86440
England, 1897.
English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

Victorian Boy by audreyhheart | E | 101209
Victorian AU. Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in York, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis’ bed. But when secrets from Louis’ dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn’t the only one being hunted.

A Taste of Desire by casuallyhl | E | 104414
“As forward as I have been with you this evening, I am also aware this dinner party isn’t the place to conduct business.” Mr. Tomlinson chuckles quietly to himself, shooting a subtle glance across the table towards their hostess. “And besides, I am sure our hostess would be horribly disappointed to learn that we went away this evening with a business agreement and not a mating one.”
Harry, who had been sipping his wine, coughs harshly at this. He splutters, unaccustomed to such blatant statements about mating.
Mr. Tomlinson continues to laugh quietly, clearly pleased at Harry’s reaction.
“Mrs. Humphreys promised that there was an alpha attending the dinner tonight that I would certainly get on well with,” Mr. Tomlinson continues, voice teasing. “She assured me that we would have much in common since we both work with mills.” Mr. Tomlinson glances at Harry, eyes flashing with mirth. “Little did she know that would be where our mutual interests began and ended.”
Or, a Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.

sea skin by sarcangel | G | 995
a boat, zouis, selkie!zayn

come down, i’d follow you by coffeewordangel | G | 1699
Prompted anonymously with, “mermaid zayn gets caught in liam’s fishermen’s net”.
I took a slightly different angle with it.

Wish You Were Here by alittlewicked | G | 2492
From time to time, Louis got a peculiar feeling in his chest. Like something was literally tugging at his heartstrings. It was like the urgent need to be somewhere, like a niggling feeling at the back of his brain. That vague notion that something… or even someone was waiting out there for him to finally catch up to them, to come home.
Or: The one were Louis is looking for home and finally finds it in Harry, the selkie.

Songs of the Sea by Anony_Moouse | T | 14626
“Hello.” The man says, his voice low and rumbling. Liam’s town is small. Even he, who speaks only to those he must, knows the faces of each person by sight, if not by name. This man is strange.
“Are you lost?” Liam asks. The man’s smile remains but his forehead creases, eyebrows drawing together as he blinks at Liam.
“I am not sure.” He says slowly, glancing over his shoulder towards the sea.
Liam is a fisherman living on the Irish Coast. He lives a quiet life; happiness a luxury he hasn’t known for years.
But a stranger knocks on his door with nowhere to go. An odd, happy man, Harry brings to Liam’s life a joy he hadn’t known possible.
But his presence couldn’t have anything to do with the seal pelt, tucked away in the far corner of Liam’s home…

Leave Your Damage Behind and Gone by QuickedWeen | T | 15673
It’s the spring of 1882 and Sir Louis Tomlinson is a simple man with simple needs. Money. Running an old estate and dairy farm costs money, and he would much rather focus on his science experiments than take a trip to the Exposició Universal de Barcelona to beg for funding especially when everyone there is English anyway.
He’s taking a walk one night to clear his head when he comes upon something mysterious on the beach that may or may not change his life forever.

love him (if he wounds you, if he tears your heart to pieces) by sailorharry | M | 17910
Niall has a secret – he’s not exactly normal. He loves the ocean a bit too much, loves the taste of salt in the air and the cold wind whipping at his face. Zayn loves Niall – more than he should, more than he has ever loved anybody – and he loves Niall’s secret just as much, even if it threatens to tear their band apart.

wake the morn and greet the dawn (with hearts entwined and free) by mixedfandomfics | T | 21364
It was a great storm that sent Harry ashore. Grandmothers professed they had not seen its like in a generation, and fathers lost their sons to the sea.

Water shows the hidden heart by noellehenry | M | 30995
The wind turns slowly into a storm, tugging at the roof and the door. Howling and moaning around the house. The dripping has become a stream of water, pouring through the roof. Louis checks on the bucket, he might need his fish bucket too tonight. He sits down again in his armchair near the hearth when there is a desperate knock on his door. Louis quickly gets up. The screens block the windows, so he can’t see who is brave enough to go out in this terrible weather. He unlocks the door and quickly asks: “Who is it ?” No answer, but another insistent knock. He opens the door carefully and nearly faints. In front of him stands a tall, lean, wet and naked young man, shivering in the ice cold wind. Louis steps aside and motions for the stranger to come in.
A selkie AU set in Ireland in the 1930’s.