jaan//ziam

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Ruth looks gorgeous. And heavily pregnant. And happy. So happy.
Liam wipes his eyes at the end of the ceremony, when Sultan Jawaad and his beautiful, beautiful Roo seal their marriage with a chaste kiss, lips smiling, faces laughing.
He's one of the loudest voices and the prettiest faces at the wedding. And it's no surprise Emir Zayn takes a fancy to him.
The Emir pauses in his tracks and his advisor immediately stops next to him.
'Emir sahib - is everything okay?'
Zayn nods, a smile making its way on to his face as he bends down to his mentor's height.
'Imtiaz - who is that man?' the Emir mutters in a heavy accent as he blinks at the laughing brunet, now being dragged around by a fiesty young friend no less beautiful than him.
Imtiaz looks to the laughing duo and wrinkles his nose disdainfully.
'You mean the gora, Emir Sahib?'
Zayn bites his lip and finally takes his eyes off the man, glares coldly at his mentor.
'Imtiaz', he says sharply, 'You know Rani Sahiba is one of his kind, yes?'
The young advisor gulps and Zayn smiles tightly, continuing, 'I could get you kicked out of the palatial quarter like this ' the Emir snaps his fingers in front of the man's eyes, '-if you use such degrading language'
Imtiaz nods rapidly and looks away, ashamed.
The brunet turns to the Emir, presumably to point out something to his friend but stops abruptly and blushes as their eyes lock. He nudges his short, loud companion and mutters something to the man as Zayn watches on, mesmerised.
The pretty boy's friend turns to face him as well, his cheeky expression turning to awe, and then back to mocking as he raises his hand up to wave to the future king.
The Emir waves back, smirks lazily at the brunet who is now as red as a tomato while his friend positively cackles beside him.
He turns away, snaps his fingers in the air and a waiter comes rushing up, a tray with cocktails in his shaking hands.
Zayn takes 3 champagne flutes by the stem and mutters his shukriya to the manservant, before striding over to the brunet and his friend.
He ignores Imtiaz's spluttering and the wide-eyed looks from "Ruth" and his cousin Sultan Jawaad, approaches the lower-class men with a charming smile and a haughty raise of his eyebrows.
'Salaam' he murmurs in a low voice, handing 2 of the glasses to the clearly impressed men.
He extends his hand, looking for a response from the brunet. Instead, the shorter man places his hand in Zayn's, grinning madly.
The Emir dutifully brings the blue-eyed man's hand up to his lips for a brief second before turning to the brunet with a shark-like smile.
'Jaan' he admonishes, smiling crookedly at the bewildered brunet.
'Give me your hand' the Emir murmurs, smirks as the brunet flushes, immediately sets his palm over Zayn's hand.
The raven-haired heir kisses the man's hand, looking up at the blushing man through his long eyelashes. He smells like honey baklavas.
The shorter of the two cackles, slaps the brunet on the back as he practically chokes on thin air.
'I am Emir Zain' the prince says, smiling politely at the pair as he stands back up.
'Loueh'
Zayn furrows his eyebrows as he tests out the name on his tongue.
'Loo-ai?'
Louis glares at the Emir with pursed lips as the brunet beauty laughs, shaking his head.
He sounds like the minah birds on a hot, summer morning. Two minahs are a sign of good luck, the Emir notes.
'Louis' the brunet repeats, smiling coyly. The Emir licks his lips slowly and tests out the name again, feeling confident again when this strange 'Louis' grins at him.
The brunet laughs again and Zayn clears his throat, feels parched as blood rushes south and fills his manhood.
No no no-
''M Liam. Salaam Emir saahib' the brunet says partly in English and broken Urdu, smiling shyly.

Zayn wants that smile across his lips as they kiss amongst his silk sheets back home, hands roaming, touches fleeting, messy and hot as the Emir prepares to fuck this beautiful-

'Emir saahib?'
The prince widens his eyes and shakes his head, looks back up to Louis and Liam who are both smiling mockingly at him.
'Sorry' Zayn mutters, clearing his throat as he turns back, looking around desperately for Niall, his best friend, who is usually the one who doesn't get hard talking to strangers.
'I have.. um, some other business to attend to' the Emir says, turning back apologetically.
'That's okay saahib, you may.. leave to attend to your ah "other business"' Liam says slowly, exchanging a grinning look with Louis.
The Emir frowns, puzzled. He does not see anything funny in this ordeal.
Louis coughs into his hand and flits his gaze over the Emir's lower area, before nursing his champagne.
Zayn looks down and mutters a quiet shit under his breath, because he's tenting his silky loins and his baba will have his head if he ruins them.
Louis and Liam giggle as he turns back, mortified.
He runs in as princely a fashion as one can when they get a boner at a formal event and calls out to Niall, who he has spotted flirting with a pretty, arbi girl.
He eventually gets to retreat to the comfort of his own quarters, and as he wraps a hand round his hard cock, vows to get his revenge on this Liam.

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So, did you guys like it? :)
There are so many Larry fics out there about a prince and... a pauper. Meanwhile, the ziam ones all depict Zayn as the commoner. #hellabottomliam
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#revengeonliam if you liked this chapter and would like me to continue this. Btw I will most likely post this on to my AO3 account as well (@18ziam) because that is where I most frequently am.
Tell me if you didn't understand any of the terminology in the fic too. I will explain😛
Goodnighttttt moonlights 🌙