#ziam fan fiction

[so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed]

there's always room for common ground

It’s Tuesday night, and Zayn’s on the sofa with a glass of red wine, every bit the pretentious artist that Liam used to tease him he was, when his phone rings. It’s the special ringtone for Liam that Zayn had never bothered to change because Liam hasn’t once called him since their divorce, preferring to text. It’s a bit jarring now, making him wince when he realises he wants to listen to the song, their wedding song.

We can make it til the end- He swallows, breathes in deeply before he reaches for his mobile with trembling hands, tapping the answer call button. “Liam?” He asks, his voice shaky but hoping Liam will attribute it to the fact that he’s taken aback, worried. He sits up straighter. “Liam? Is Ava okay?” Because suddenly he is worried, because there is no reason Liam would call. No reason except their daughter. The exhale on the other end of the line is just as shaky and fear grips Zayn’s heart, paralyses him for a moment, cold spreading through his nervous system. “Zayn?” Liam’s voice sounds small, sounds tentative, like he’s scared of what Zayn will say, what words he’ll use to cut him with next. “I need you to come over, please.”

written for the @1dastroficfest for the card "The Moon". Amazing moodboard by @evilovesyou

#my writing #my fic post #ziamfanfiction #ziam mayne #1dsource #1d fan fiction #1d fanfiction #liam payne #zayn malik #exes to lovers #divorced

[bestofmultiverse]

Wrote something , Let me know if yall like!

DOVE CAMERON X FEM! READER

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Dove was known in many ways to the world, and one of them was as the girl to date her co-stars, first was ryan, tall and handsome, with a face of an angel and a personality of a brat.

The second was Thomas, a golden boy with a smile so bright it lit a room by the seconds, their breakup was tough on dove, to admit, but she released not long after, that it was indeed, the right decision for both.

when dove and Thomas broke up, she decided that she wont date a co-star again, no mattar how cute, good looking, charming or hot, this co-star might be.

But the moment she walked into the first reading of the script of 'the last of us' , the new show she took a part in- she knew she was screwed.

The main characters of the story were 6 teenagers/young adults, gifted with special powers, who grew up in a camp designed for people like them. trough time went on people started slowly vanishing until a surprise invasion and the six had to come together to save their lives as they realize the horrors behind the vanishing of their friends.

Dove character was a golden hearted, lovely and cute "Camille": the healer, who also happened to have a close relationship with a hot headed, protective and very attractive "Elle"; who also happened to be able to produce fire from her fingertips when needed.

Elle was portrayed by y/n, and the first thing dove could think about as they set next to each other in the first reading was "fuck me".

The other girl was fit and beautiful, with arms full of tattoos and a few freckles scattered around her nose.

She was feminine indeed, with her long silky hair and delicate face structure, but everything about her gave dove "boyfriend energy", and she gulped at the thought.

She smiled at dove softly and dove smiled back.

"Cant say i have complains about my co-star" she said with a goofy grin "big fan" she offered her hand for dove to shake.

Dove shook her hand.

It was soft and dove wondered how it felt to have this hand on resting her cheek while kissing, or playing with her hair, or sending waves of pleasure as she- okay, back to the subject,

Dove smiled at her co star

"Wish I could say the same, how come i never met you, I'm sure I would've remembered a face pretty as yours" she flirted with a small smirk

The girl laughed

"Im y/n" she answered

"Im portraying Elle, the- and I'm quoting- unbelievably hot, tough, fire girl, with a heart of gold"

Dove laughed at her statement and y/n laughed as well as she shook her head.

"Okay, prince zuko"

The two chatted for a while as the room started to fill in with the rest of the main cast members and some other crew members, as the director and screen writer.

When the reading started and the part where Elle and Camille had their first verbal interaction, every person around the table could see the chemistry between the two.

Camille and Elle are going to be a hit, that was for sure.

When the reading ended and y/n escorted dove to her car, dove was coursing herself for two reasons;

The first, because she knew she was going to break the pact she made between her heart and her head.

Don't date co-stars, no matter how cute, good looking, charming or hot, this co-star might be.

And the second was because she knew she'd prefer prince zuko over prince charming, every day.

She couldn't wait for filming to start.

*** the last of us is a jerrie, camren and ziam fan-fiction written by @ for_legit (Wattpad)

in this story the last of us is basically a book turned into a show.

I made some changes, from a gender swap to names, and some skin color / sexuality/ race bc its a show and representation is important- For the real and full story, you should check it out on wattpad ***

#boyfriend #dove cameron #fic writing #dove cameron x reader #the last of us

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Random, but diving into the world of 1d as a fan of ao3 I've found pretty awesome fanfiction (i just not larry or ziam as a main pairing lol), rare pairings have better ff in my opinion. I read fics for 10+ years, and was curious about 1d ones (I'm not a fan so I don't know their true character, so it's kind of just fiction to me), I always thought that all of them would be shit, but I was wrong! I've found REALLY good ones.

There are some talented writers for sure. After experiencing the real life consequences of Larry and knowing how it affects Louis, I just feel very weirded out by rpf fanfiction. No one reads it without some psychological consequences.

[ao3feed-larry]

A taxi for Christmas

by glosbook

Ogni persona dovrebbe vivere il sogno della sua vita incontrando il cantante che idolatra con tutto sè stesso. E se proprio durante il periodo di Natale dove i sogni si realizzano, irrompesse nella vostra vita il vostro idolo?

Oppure Louis scrive storie e fan fiction sul suo idolo e Harry fa irruzione nel suo taxi per scappare dai paparazzi.

Tanto fluff, niente angst perchè a Natale dovremmo solo essere felici.

Louis/Harry; Louis 22; Harry 21; Accenni Ziam; |LHH & Fetus Louis| Singer!Harry; Writer!Louis

Words: 4574, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Italiano

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/fc4rgOY

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #A taxi for Christmas #<p>by <a rel= href="/users/g

[ziamhaze]

Ziam ficrec - Red vs. Black by @ziamhaze

“No, you’re right.  Most of the time you’re a bellend.”  Grinning at Zayn’s laughter that overtakes the announcer on TV, Liam finishes off his thought while the other also discards his bowl.  “But I think deep down, you’ve got a decent heart.”

“You’re wrong,” Zayn objects, keeping up with his lighthearted approach to defiance.  “It’s a black hole.”

“Is it?”

The blatant challenge that Zayn reads from Liam’s face stirs something inside him.  It’s in the male’s raised eyebrows, the provocative glare in his eyes, that he’s egging Zayn on in some way.  Whatever for, Zayn doesn’t care.

“Yeah,” he asserts, making sure that his expression matches Liam’s coy one as best as possible.  “I’m bad to the bone.  You know that.”

Like Zayn’s just fallen into his perfectly set trap, Liam juts his chin out tauntingly, “Prove it.”

Red Valor and Black Blood.  Two of London’s most powerful superhumans.  They may be one in the same having to have overcome less than perfect childhoods, but where they’ve wound up as adults are two entirely different people.  Under his crimson mask, Liam Payne has dedicated his life to saving the city from danger with his elemental telekinesis and heart of gold.  Zayn Malik, not so much.  From beneath his black mesh tracksuit lives a tortured soul looking to wreak havoc on the world with help from his countless, intricate tattoos that come alive at the snap of his fingers.  The men are complete opposites.  And also, unsuspecting lovers?  Perhaps if they weren’t so caught up in falling in love with each other’s daytime personas they’d be able to pick up on the obvious hints that give way to their nighttime ones.  But that’s not a big deal.  Keeping a secret so large and momentous that if unspoken, could lead to your demise is never a bad thing.  Right? 

#ziam #zayn malik #liam payne #ziam fanfic #ziam fan fic #ziam fanfiction #ziam fan fiction #fanfiction #fan fiction #fan fic #fanfic #ziam ficrec #my writing #red vs. black #reading glasses #1dsource

[ziamfanfiction]

brave

liam sees the brave interview

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29409696

#thanks for the submission!!! #submisson #ziam fan fiction #submission

[so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed]

I see the midnight on your lips [Ziam, 3.4k, M]

It’s not like his descent into addiction has been anything less than extremely public. It’s not like people won’t have expected it. His fans certainly have, he knows that much. He knows that they might even be happy that he’s here. Liam wishes that he could say he did it because of them. Because of the people that have followed his career, made his career. In a way, maybe he is. Because he wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them, if he’d simply been Liam Payne of Wolverhampton, as opposed to Liam Payne, 1/5th of One Direction.

But he’s not here for them.

Written for week 4 of @wordplayfics for the prompt "describe". Please make sure to read the tags on AO3!

#my fic post #my writing #ziam #1d fan fiction #1d fanfiction #1dsource #1d rare pairs #1dficvillage

[tokyob0ys]

i just want to keep calling your name until you come back home. // wasn't looking for love 'til i found you. road trip au: liam is a street dancer who travels with his little vintage caravan and zayn is a famous writer who seeks inspiration for his next novel. they meet in paris and zayn decides to continue his adventure with this soft and sweet boy.

#leeyum and zaynie #ziam aesthetic #ziam au #liam payne #zayn malik #ziam fan fiction #someone write it :(

[beanno28]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Zayn Malik/Liam Payne Characters: Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Veronica (Best Song Ever), Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson Additional Tags: Drag Queen, Smut, side larry - Freeform Summary:

Harry talks Liam into going to a Drag show with him and his boyfriend, Louis. That is where he met Veronica for the first time.

Check out my new Ziam fic. I hope you all take a read and let me know what you think.

#my fic #my first fanfic #ziam fan fiction #ziam #Do You Feel Me Now #zayn malik #liam payne

[sbbstrong]

i cannot think about the actual boys too hard while im reading fanfic. There is such a gap in my mind between trying to characterize them in stories and the actual people

#ziam #larry #ziam fan fiction #larry fan fiction

[theziamclub-blog]

We're happy to announce our last, but not least, fic for the challenge! It will be posted on Wattpad.

Prompt: "There You Are" by Zayn.

Chaptered fic.

So, is "There You Are", but who's guiding the storyline here? Zayn or Liam?

Bestfriends to Boyfriends.

Read it on Wattpad.

The manip the writer used as a cover is by LZSHIP on Tumblr.

#ziam #ziam fanfic #ziam fanfiction #ziamfanfiction #ziam fan fic #ziam fan fiction #the ziam club #fic post #song: there you are by zayn #there you are

[allwaswell16]

currently reading

So this time around I'm going to do this a little different. Instead of four longer fics that I'm reading over the next month-ish (July 2021), I'm going to attempt to do something that I haven't done in a long time...I'm going to read two WIPs! I'm actually super excited because both of these wips were highly anticipated fics for me. If you're nervous about reading wips, these are two good ones to try out because they are scheduled and I believe both are complete or close to complete. So let me give you the rundown on them...

This first one is a Larry fic that is a sequel to the fic, adjudication, which happens to be one of my all time favorite fics. Like if I were to print a book out to have on my bookshelf, it would be THIS fic. So to say that this sequel is highly anticipated for me is a huge understatement. You can find the schedule for posting here.

playing by hands by bottomlinsons / @bottomlinsons

(Mature, Harry/Louis, 14 chapters, tumblr post)

Harry and Louis are finally engaged. That, unfortunately, is the easy part.

The course to true love never did run smooth and with Queens and countries on the board, nothing is certain. It is down to them both to find a path onwards, but will be it together or alone?

This second one is a Ziam fic that has the first few chapters posted and posts every Friday. I've been obsessed with firefighter Liam since I first read TIF to be honest. And every snippet I've read from this fic in ask games and stuff have made me so incredibly excited, not to mention that this is the writer who got me into Ziam fics in the first place!

Shadow Dancing by Layne Faire / @laynefaire

(Explicit, Zayn/Liam, 14 chapters, tumblr post)

As a small child, Liam Payne dreamed of being a firefighter. He took up boxing to defend himself from school bullies, but never lost sight of his dream. 15 years later, Liam is set to be the youngest brigade watch commander in his district, and his recent boxing win puts him in line for the British national title - if he can learn to get out of his own way.

Zayn took his first dance lesson at 5, after watching his sister's tap class. At 18, when an injury derails Zayn's dream of dancing professionally, he sets it aside to attend university, but the lure of dancing proves too great to ignore. He becomes an instructor, and eventually, the owner of a small dance studio, where he encourages other dancers to chase their dreams.

When their worlds collide in a cacophony of misunderstandings, Zayn, confronted with his own biases, realizes there’s more to Liam than meets the eye, and offers to help him prepare for his upcoming fight.

While Liam learns to dance, Zayn learns the art of compromise, and along the way, they find each other.

And when tragedy strikes, Liam finds that Zayn’s love will help him face the shadows of his past, and give him the courage to believe in himself and his dreams for the future.

#currently reading #fic rec #to read #shadow dancing #playing by hands #larry fan fic #ziam fan fiction

[larry-hiatus]

True Directions - Chapter Fifteen

Here it is! I’ve had the second half of this chapter written for a while, so it’s nice to finally post it haha. Let me know what you think!

Read all parts here.       Read it on ao3.

“You know what I miss?” Louis prompted from where he sat at the desk in the boys’ cabin. It was just him and Harry in the room, with Niall having gone off to shower and Liam and Zayn not yet back from the therapist’s office. “Me mum’s cooking.”

“Oh, me too!” Harry agreed! He was sprawled out on his bed with a book, deciding to read a bit until lights out. As much as he’d rather have been taking advantage of their time alone, he knew that a counselor would be around for cabin check soon. He guessed their kisses would have to wait until later when they were snuggled together in his bed. 

“You don’t even know my mum,” Louis teased, turning to grin at Harry. “When did you try her cooking?” Harry gave him a look like he was pretending to be annoyed. 

“I meant my own mum, you arse.” Louis snickered before turning back to the desk. He had his workbook and various papers spread out in front of him, trying to review his notes and all of the work he had done so far while at the camp. “What I wouldn’t do for a bowl of spaghetti right about now.”

“Mm, I was thinking more along the lines of a nice roast,” Louis said, thumbing through some pages. “But I’d settle for anything besides the junk they’ve been feeding us.” Harry nodded, though Louis’ back was to him. 

“They rarely give us anything good. They didn’t even let us toast marshmallows over the fire the other night!”

“Oh, I would die for a marshmallow right now,” Louis said dramatically. It was a few hours past dinner, but the boy felt like he was starving again. One thing he certainly was not getting used to at camp was the lack of snacks. The staff had them on a strict three meal schedule with very little wiggle room, and Louis was used to having constant access to the fridge when he was home. 

Harry giggled before shifting to reach into the suitcase under his bed. “Would you settle for a Twinkie?” Louis spun around in his chair to meet Harry’s eyes, which were sparkling mischievously as he held up the wrapped snack cake. 

“Where did that come from?!” the older boy demanded, shocked to find that Harry had just materialized it out of nowhere. “I haven’t had a Twinkie since they served them to us the first day here!” He got up from the desk and scurried over to Harry, plopping down next to him as his friend began opening the treat. 

“I know,” Harry said with a laugh, breaking the cake in half to share with Louis. “I kept mine and snuck it back here.” He took a bite of the piece he kept for himself. 

“And you’ve been holding out on me all this time?!” Louis mumbled cheekily around the food in his mouth. Harry chuckled with a shrug as they continued to eat their snack. 

“You know,” Louis said a few moments later as he popped the last of the sweet in his mouth. “Twinkies are a pretty ironic thing for them to give us here.” Harry cocked his head. 

“Why’s that?” he asked, crushing up the wrapper and hiding it back in his suitcase. 

“Because twinks are what they call young boyish gay guys, and that’s what this camp is full of!” Louis shrieked, grabbing his stomach as he laughed. 

Harry laughed too before adding to the metaphor. “Plus, Twinkies look like dicks, and they’re full of cream!”

Louis snorted. “Not sure what dicks you’ve been looking at, but mine definitely does not look like a Twinkie.”

”Prove it,” Harry said flirtatiously, a reckless glint in his eye. Louis stopped laughing as he began blushing in the awkward silence that filled the room. Harry reached forward to playfully tickle Louis’ side, but Louis stood quickly and headed back to the desk. 

Harry sighed to himself as he was met with Louis’ back. The two had only fooled around together once, and for some reason, it seemed to Harry that Louis didn’t want to repeat it. Whenever Harry made a cheeky joke, Louis got weirdly quiet, and if Harry tried anything while they were kissing, Louis stopped him. 

Harry was never one to force someone to go further than they wanted to, but he couldn’t help but worry why Louis always shut him down when it seemed to have gone so well the first time. The curly-haired boy wondered if he was bad at it or if he had done something wrong. He decided that maybe now was the time to ask. 

“Have you seen this?” Louis spoke before Harry could open his mouth. He turned back to Harry with a piece of paper that he had just retrieved from the folder they were given their first day. “There’s a mixer next week.” 

Harry furrowed his brow. “A mixer? With whom?”

“Apparently there’s a camp like this for girls down the road,” Louis read. It hadn’t occurred to either boy that there were girls like them trying to become straight, but Louis supposed that it made sense. Girls could be gay too, and there must be parents who weren’t happy about it or girls who chose to try and change. “Apparently we’re each getting paired with someone to take part in camp activities together.”

“Ew,” Harry exclaimed. “Like a weird arranged marriage.” He didn’t like the idea of this mixer at all. He could only imagine the types of activities they would have to do. Would they be forced to hold hands? Would they have to kiss? He made a mental note to ask Zayn about it later. His roommate was always good at giving some insight as to what to expect since he had been through it all so many times before. 

A moment later, Liam burst into the cabin. 

“Hey, Liam,” Louis said, tucking his papers back into his folder. “Where’s Zayn?” 

Liam stormed over to his dresser, angrily opening the top drawer and tearing clothes out of it. “Who cares?” The other two boys exchanged a confused glance and then watched in awkward silence as Liam threw his clothing into his suitcase. 

“What are you doing, mate?” Harry dared to question. The scene somewhat reminded him of when he had packed his own bag after a therapy session. It wasn’t quite as packed anymore; he had pulled a clean outfit out of it every day in the morning, so his bag was looking a bit empty these days. Harry would fill it again though. Eventually. He still wanted to leave. He wondered if Liam was packing for the same reason. 

“I’m switching cabins,” Liam stated matter-of-factly. “It’s been real, lads, but I have to move on.” Louis frowned, rather confused by Liam’s words. Was cabin switching even allowed? He knew there was another cabin of sixteen-year-olds that Liam could maybe swap with. Did that mean they would get a new roommate? Louis quite liked the dynamic that the five of them had built together, and he didn’t know how someone new would fit in. 

“Now?” Louis questioned. “It’s late. The other cabins are probably settled in already.” Liam paused, considering this. He honestly didn’t want to spend one more minute in the same space as Zayn, and he knew that the darker boy would be back at any minute. His friend did have a point though. 

“Stay the night, at least,” Harry said, trying to sound convincing. “You can talk to the head counselors tomorrow about switching.”

Liam huffed a sigh, kicking off his shoes. “Fine.” He walked to the light switch and flipped it off, leaving his friends in the dark, before he climbed into his bed. If he had to share a bunk with Zayn one more time, he would make sure he was asleep before he got back and out of there before Zayn woke up in the morning. 

~

“What do you mean you kissed him?”

Zayn ignored the voice in his ear that was coming from the boy he was currently wrapped around, a lad named Grayson from the cabin next to his. They stood by the wall inside one of the bathrooms, involved in what Zayn was hoping would turn into something more than just necking. He was in desperate need of a shag, a blow, a distraction, and while Grayson wasn’t necessarily his first choice, Zayn figured this was better than nothing. The two had hooked up the year prior, and it was nice to have a familiar body to fondle. 

Zayn didn’t answer the lad’s question, instead choosing to continue sucking against Grayson’s neck, careful not to leave a visible mark that would get him in trouble. He hadn’t meant to tell Grayson about his kiss with Liam, and he certainly hadn’t meant to tell him at this exact moment, but Grayson was always chattering away, and he’d asked why Zayn seemed so off. 

“I kissed Liam,” Zayn had said, not thinking clearly, instantly regretting it the second the words left his mouth. It wasn’t that he was worried that Grayson would tell or even that he’d get jealous. It was just not something Zayn was planning on telling anyone, and it definitely wasn’t the kind of thing he’d meant to season their foreplay with. 

“Liam Liam?” Grayson asked, as if to clarify who Zayn was talking about. “The nervous lad from your cabin?” His hands were lazily dragging through the hair at the back of Zayn’s head as he spoke. 

“Yeah,” Zayn replied quickly, his own hands clawing up the back of Grayson’s shirt as his lips moved to mouth at his mate’s collar bone. 

“When?” 

Zayn huffed with annoyance, his hot breath bouncing off of Grayson’s skin and hitting his own face. “Earlier,” he said, wishing the kid would shut up already. “Now would you hush?” He reached down to fiddle with Grayson’s trousers in attempts to pull them open. 

“But,” Grayson protested as Zayn kissed back up his neck. “Why?” 

“Because I can’t concentrate while you’re talking,” he growled in Grayson’s ear. He was starting to remember why the two had only fooled around once the previous summer. 

“No,” Grayson corrected, shaking his head slightly. “I mean... Why’d you kiss Liam?”

Zayn halted his lips and hands with a deep exhale, resting his forehead against the boy’s shoulder. It was a damn good question, one that Zayn didn’t have an answer to. He hadn’t meant to kiss his bunk mate; he really hadn’t. But there was something about the way Liam’s hands clung to Zayn like he was the only thing keeping him together and the way Liam’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight (or maybe it was just his tears playing tricks)... Zayn had just been drawn to him as if he had jumped off a platform and was zip lining down a cable towards the other boy at rapid speed, unable to change directions before his lips met Liam’s. 

“I don’t know,” Zayn finally replied. “Because I’m a prat, probably.” He couldn’t deny that kissing Liam was incredibly stupid. It could ruin their friendship, the trust that Liam had built in Zayn, the progress that the quieter boy had made in coming out of his shell... From the slap that had landed across Zayn’s face, it was clear that the kiss had very quickly steered things south, and not in the way Zayn’s kisses normally did with other blokes. 

“Yeah, you are,” Grayson laughed,  agreeing that Zayn had been dumb. “Idiot.”

Zayn pulled his body away while shoving Grayson’s against the wall by his shoulders. “Are we doing this or not?” he asked, searching Grayson’s face to see if he was even the slightest bit interested in messing around. 

Grayson bit his lip as a grin spread across his face, his expression teasing Zayn in a way that made him want to scream with frustration. “Alright,” the boy said flirtatiously as he tugged at Zayn’s belt loops, pulling their hips together. He breathed against Zayn’s lips daringly. “If you insist.” 

Zayn hummed lowly with satisfaction but covered it up by clearing his throat. “Good,” he hissed, biting his friend’s jaw as he jammed his hand down Grayson’s pants.

#larry stylinson #ziam #fan fiction #larry fanfiction #larry fan fic #ziam fan fic #ziam fan fiction #true directions #one direction fan fiction