One wrong picture. One unreadable reply. And suddenly, Liam Payne's world is no longer his own because his boss, Zayn Malik, never lets accidents go to waste. *** Or the one where Liam accidentally sends his boss a dickpic. Read further to see what happens next! ;)

Mr. Liam Payne returns to society just in time for the marriage season, where duty dictates that he must soon determine the fate of his sister's future by approving a most advantageous husband. His every thought is bent towards propriety, his every action guided by the strict lessons of upbringing and honour. Yet, when Mr. Zayn Malik enters the scene, Liam finds his careful composure shaken, his well-ordered mind unmoored, and the dictates of custom forgotten in the wake of emotions he had never before permitted himself to feel. As whispered affections grow perilously near to confession, hearts become ensnared in attachments that defy both expectation and decorum. What begins as curiosity threatens to blossom into forbidden longing, and secrets, once safely guarded, become burdens too heavy to bear. But in a society where reputation is currency and indiscretion may spell ruin, whose pain shall be revealed first? And in this dangerous contest of affection and time, when truth can no longer be withheld, who shall emerge triumphant-and who shall stand to lose all? Written in collaboration with Savia (aka eyebrowslitslut)

Niall and Louis were in the middle of a fully possessed thumka battle, both of them in grey sherwanis, one of them definitely drunker than the other - though no one could tell which. Harry was twirling around in a pastel pink sherwani. And Zayn... Zayn Malik in a black sherwani with black-on-black embroidery, unbuttoned from the front, hair a little tousled from all the dancing, sweat glistening at his neck, cheeks pink from laughter - he looked like sin on two legs. And Liam? Liam was seated on the stage, glowing. Wrapped in gold and red - his sherwani regal, his red shawl falling off one shoulder, his mehndi-covered hands clutching a bouquet of roses- and his cheeks? Absolutely flushed. From the laughing, the compliments, the high of being seen. His hair had tiny baby's breath flowers tucked into it by Safaa. His bangles clinked every time he clapped. And god, when he laughed, he was stunning. - just a one shot of what i think ziam's desi wedding went like-

A Spy AU where Liam Payne is MI6's charming covert operative, a master of seduction and disguise whose missions rely on winning over powerful targets to extract critical information. Confident and cavalier, Liam thrives on solo missions-until his latest assignment pairs him with Zayn Malik, the team's aloof technical specialist. The two are forced to pose as a couple. Top Zayn Malik - Bottom Liam Payne

"I know what can happen, I know how terrifying it can be... So if I can protect you from it all, I will. I'll do it all over and over again just so you never do."

"Imagine that I'm him, what would you do?"

"Liam, Zayn," Agha continued, "it's time for you two to settle down. And what better way than to honour our family traditions?" Liam's eyes widened, an icy chill creeping down his spine as the realization began to dawn. "WHAT?!" he shouted, his heart racing. Karen exchanged a glance with Geoff, both aware of the chaos about to unfold. "Our families have now been intertwined for generations, and now it's your turn to carry on the legacy. You two are destined for each other," Agha stated, his voice imbued with the kind of authority that left no room for argument. ziam desi, arranged marriage fic.

A Highschool AU where Zayn Malik puts on a bad boy facade for Liam Payne because apparently, the nerd's all swooning over guys who scream troubles. However, he's got it all wrong. That cocky smirk, the leather jacket, the rebellious charm-it's the complete opposite of what Liam finds remotely appealing. Or so Liam keeps telling himself. TopZayn! 💛💛💛 x BottomLiam! ❤️❤️❤️

"I can never get sick of you... I get sick thinking of the 4 years we lost, but I cannot ever get sick of you"

"When I was younger, my dad used to call me kiddo... I guess That's what I'll be calling my kids someday"