harry picking up his little son to join him on stage for a bit

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Show Recap – 04/03/17

I’ve seen the show a few times now, so at this point I’m fairly picky about what I want to see. I have favourite versions of scenes and lines. I have favourite actors and actresses in the various roles. While every performance is always amazing, I have two main criteria for what constitutes a Good Show, as in, an above average performance of the play. 1. I want it to make me feel something. I want someone to make me cry, or flail, or laugh uproariously, or have to bury my face in my scarf to contain all my emotions. 2. I want to gain new insight into the characters, or the story, or the show itself. During this particular performance, both criteria were absolutely and completely met. 

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Triwizard Tournament: Part 1

It was Halloween, meaning it’s time for the Goblet of fire to pick a wizard or witch from three school to compete in Tri-Wizard Tournament. This year it was  Beauxbatons Academy, Durmstrang and Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy from Durmstrang was rather excited to go to Hogwarts to see Harry. His father told him some stuff about him and other things he learned himself by reading the prophet.


Harry on the other hand was in his ‘Oh shit I’m bi as hell.’ phase of course no one knew that except for Hermione of course, but he found out that he was bi when he met Cedric Diggory. He didn’t understand at first until he talked to Hermione about it.


Everyone from Hogwarts went to the Great Hall sitting in their assigned table waiting quietly for professor Dumbledore speech. After about ten minutes he begin to speak “Now we’re all settle in and sorted, I’d like to make an announcement.” Dumbledore begin his speech “This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guess as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen…” He stop as Filches runs up more like limps up the aisle to whisper something in his ear before leaving in the same fashion.


“So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard Tournament.” Dumbledore looked around The room for a moment “Now for those of you who do not know, the Tri-Wizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear,”


Dumbledore paused “If chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later.” Dumbledore smiled before he started to welcome the guests “For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime!” The door opened to reveal a group of girls dressed in all blue.


They started to dance their way up the aisle once they was in front of Hogwarts Headmaster they released little blue butterflies, everyone applauded them.


Dumbledore kissed Maxime hand before he start to introduce the last school “And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff!”


The door open once again this time revealing a series of older boys walking up the aisle with brandishing bo staffs twirling them around and periodically stabbing them into the ground with a spark effect. Harry couldn’t help but stare a particular platinum blond, he was rather more attractive than Cedric.


Later that night Dumbledore got up from his seat to give a yet another speech “Your attention please!” he waited until every one was quit before he started again “I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the Tri-Wizard Tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks.”


Fred one of the Weasley twin smiled “Wicked.” he said to his twin brother George. “For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department Of International Magic Cooperation Mister Bartimus Crouch. Mad Eye walked up to Dumbledore while Bartimus went up to take Dumbledore place on the stand


"After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of 17 shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. This decision is final.”


The students was unhappy and was booing. Dumbledore walked back up to the front “Silence!” Dumbledore roar, he casts magic over a box which melds into a Goblet containing a blue flame.


“The Goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night.” Dumbledore stopped for a moment wanted every one to listen to this part “Do not do so lightly, if chosen there’s no turning back. As from this moment the Tri-Wizard Tournament has begun.”


****In the Great Hall****


Harry was watching as the students was putting their name in the Goblet of fire. Cedric got pushed by other Hufflepuffs to put his name in the Goblet of fire. Ron tried to wave at him but he smiled at Harry instead. Draco looked at Cedric with a glare, “Why do he think he could smile at my Harry for?” He asked one of his classmates


“I mean just look at him he’s not even that good looking to hit on someone like Potter.” Draco got up making his way over to Harry “Hey Potter!” Draco called to the Gryffindor, Harry turned to see the platinum blonde hair boy, he gave an awkward smiled. Once Draco was by Harry he smiled “I’m Draco, Draco Malfoy.” Harry felt his cheek heating up “I’m Harry Potter.”


Draco smiled liking the effect that he had on the boy “Hey, three more years and we can compete in the tournament.” Harry lightly laughed “Better you then me.” Draco laughed lightly. Ron looked over to see who his best friend was talking to “Who are you?” Draco looked at the red headed boy “Draco Malfoy,” Draco said sized him up quickly before continuing “You must be a Weasley.”


Ron rolled his eyes not intrude in what he said “Harry we have to go.” Ron told Harry before grabbing his hand to find Hermione “I guess I talk to you later then Malfoy…” Harry said letting Ron Drag him away to find Hermione.


**In The Great Hall Picking Out The Triwizard Champions**


Dumbledore stood up by the Goblet of fire “Sit down please.” Dumbledore said straighting up to face the Students “And know for the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the champions selection!” everyone stayed silence while Dumbledore approach the blue flame, it glows red and a name come out.


Everyone looked anxiously, Dumbledore opened the folded paper before speaking clearly “The Durmstrang champion is….Viktor Krum!” The whole Durmstrang school cheered. Another paper comes out and Dumbledore read the name “The champion from Beauxbatons…. Fleur Delacour!” The girls form the Beauxbatons cheers while she walks up to the front.


The last name is pulled “The Hogwarts champion Cedric Diggory!” his friends cheered while he walked up to the front with the other Champions.


Once all the champion was on the stage Dumbledore started once again another speech “Excellent we now have our three champions. But in the end only one will do down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victor, the Tri-wizard cup!”


People cheered, but soon stopped when they saw the goblet of fire turned red once more. A piece of parchment paper flew out, Dumbledore catched it slowly opening it he read it quietly “Harry Potter.” he looked up before saying it a bit louder “Harry potter?” Hagrid shook his head “No…no” Dumbledore become furious “Harry Potter!”


Harry tried to hide but Hermione pushes Harry to make him go up “Go one Harry.” Hermione pushes Harry “Harry for goodness sake.” Harry slowly walked up to Dumbledore taking the piece of paper from him. Harry heard a voice saying that he cheated but he didn’t, he was as confused as they are.


Draco on the other hand was very impressed that Harry got his name pulled.


**In the Bedroom**


Ron looked at his friend “How did you do it?” Harry just stood silence not knowing what he was talking about Ron shook his head “Never mind. Doesn’t matter. You could have let your best friend know though.” Harry looked up at Ron “Let you know what?”


Ron set up straight “You know bloody well what.” Harry turned to face Ron fully “I didn’t ask for this to happen Ron.” Harry paused “Okay? You’re being stupid.”


Ron rolled his eyes “Yeah that me, Ron Weasley….Harry Potter’s stupid friend.” Harry mentally cruse Ron out “I didn’t put my name in that cup. I don’t WANT eternal glory I just wanna be….look I don’t know what happened tonight and I don’t know why, it just did okay?”


Ron didn’t care no more he was beyond mad “Piss off.” he rolled over letting Harry to think.


**Outside Of Hogwarts**


Harry saw students wearing badges with Cedric but when you turn it over it have picture of him on it with the words 'Potter Stinks’ he feels eyes on him throwing insults his way a boy ran past him saying Cedric rules, Harry mumbled a thanks to him.


Harry was at the doorway, two people was blocking his way 'Like the badge?“ one of the boy asked Harry didn’t mind the insult "Excuse me.” Harry said before pushing his way pass them. Once he was in front of Cedric he gotten more insults by his friends “Can I have word?” Cedric looked back at his friends “Alright.” once they was far enough Harry explained the first task to him.


Once Harry was leaving he saw Ron and Seamus walking, Harry approached them both before walking to Ron “You’re a right foul git you know that” Ron looked at Harry “You think so?” Ron stood there waiting for an answer “I know so?” Ron didn’t seem phased by it “Anything else?” Harry nodded “Yeah. Stay away from me.” Ron shrugged “Fine.”


Draco saw the little argument between the two boys so he decided to try to cheer him up “Harry!” Potter turned around to see Draco on a tree. “Why so tense Potter? My father and I have a bet you see. I don’t think you’re going to last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you wont last FIVE.”


Harry growled “I don’t give a damn what you or your father think Malfoy. He’s vile and cruel, and you’re just pathetic.” Draco looked down hurt by his words.


He got down from the tree chasing Harry “What’s wrong Potter? I was only joking.” Harry looked down feeling guilty for lashing out on him “I’m sorry Draco.” Malfoy smiled, something he’s not use to “You got this Harry I’m going cheer you on.”


Harry looked up to look at Draco “What about your school?” Draco shrugged.


**First Task**


It was Harry’s turn to say the less he was scared. Once he got his broom he started to try to get the egg. He looked at the stand to see Draco cheering him on. Once he got the egg everyone cheers.


**After The Assembly Dance**


Harry walked out side with Ron “Why do they always have to travel in packs? How are you supposed to get one alone to ask them….” Ron continue to look straight while answering Harry’s question “Blimey Harry, you slayed dragons. If you can’t get a date who can?”


Harry thought for a moment “I think I’d take the dragon right now.” a group of girls walked by giving them nasty looks. They walked to the Lakeside to go to Snaps Class.


**Class**


Ron looked at Hermione “Well Hermione you’re a girl” Hermione rolled her eyes “Oh well spotted.” Ron looked at her “Come on. It’s one thing for a bloke to show up alone. For a girl it’s just sad.” Hermione glared at Ron for that rude comment “I won’t be going alone because believe it or not someone’s asked me. And I said yes ” Hermione said standing up storming out.


“Bloody hell.” Ron sighed Look. We’ve just go to grit our teeth and do it. Tonight when we get back to the common room, we’ll both have partners. Agree?“ Harry nodded "Agreed.”

anonymous asked:

I agree with the critical post you reblogged but i dont get what you mean by their pasts are being obliterated? The virignal coding of emma?

This took a while, but I really wanted to think about it, and it’s still messy and vague, so be ye warned. To be honest, this reply got backspaced a load of different times because you got me really considering the depths of why I feel this way.

My immediate answer was that what I see (in this whole 6B arc especially) is Killian Jones, previously defined by his previous role of command, the things he holds sentimental and dear, his visual cues, and his familial ties having all that tucked away or dismissed in favour of neutralising his threatening (in many ways) past and defining his happy ending as becoming Emma 2.0: Storybrooke deputy.

With Emma, it’s less striking, because it’s Killian that’s assimilating to her world, but it’s there, too, but more subtly? Emma whose points of pride are her ability to find people and to read people having those things neutralised to allow for plot to move forward in a suitably dramatic fashion (see: not reading Killian at all and not looking for him when he was missing)?

That rankles me, but that’s not really an answer, I don’t think. Why does that rankle me? Why do I feel so bone-deep that these things that I see being swallowed by the narration are something that the characters hold as dear as I do? Maybe they’re OK letting these things go as they evolve into their new lives happily ever after?

But that’s the thing. That’s the reason why. I just posted this bit earlier because it kind of hit me like a ton of bricks: the reason why the “happy ending” we’re getting for these characters feels strange and ill-fitting to me, is because I’m trying to define their happy endings by what I’ve actually seen them happy about on the show, not just what makes them not sad/stressed/angry, and I’m not seeing those very, very, few things reflected at all in what we’re getting.

I think one of the problem this show has, is that it doesn’t really do a great job of establishing sources of joy for its main characters. Supporting characters are often given a passion that exists as the key to solving a dilemma: Merida has her archery, Ariel has her collections, and even though she’s more than a bit role, Belle has her books. Hell, Henry has his music, movies and writing, and Regina has her horses. We’ve seen these characters light up like Christmas trees when talking about these things. I can picture Ariel as a museum curator in a heartbeat because I know that tending a collection is something that makes her little merheart sing (free AU prompt! Omg come on that would be adorable!)

So what is it for Emma and Killian? When do we see them excited and happy about things? When do they describe their pleasure?

Not fucking much, tbh.

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Drarry Muggle!AU

BASED OFF OF http://bisexualstorywriter.tumblr.com/post/142816104858/baristaharry BY @bisexualstorywriter

Draco had met Harry potter at the Orientation at Oxford University. The difference was that Draco was a soon-to-be student there while Harry was “just visiting.” Harry had been an aspiring stage actor and dancer for as long as the could’ve remembered; he could never get over the feeling of being /someone else/ on the stage. Oh what he’d give to be anyone else in the entire world but him. But there was absolutely no way his uncle and aunt-who had begrudgingly decided to “keep” Harry simply because their neighbours had all seen him the morning he was dropped off in front of their front door when he wasn’t even a year old yet because, “But what would the neighbours think if we chuck him out, Vernon!”-would lend him a single penny to pursue his dreams once he was eighteen. So freshly out of high school at the age of seventeen, Harry had a plan-he was going to work endlessly for a year to save up enough that the scholarship he had been promised by the University couldn’t cover.

Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, had come from a controlling but wealthy family that had without a question payed for all his necessities, needs and comforts for as long as he’d known. And his Mother even managed to show him a bit of affection every once in a while. Which was exactly why he would’ve never anticipated the storm that would befall the Malfoy Manor when he declared he had gotten accepted at Oxford University-for studying English Literature. /Not/ Law like his Father had always assumed Draco would be doing; after all, like Father like Son. And by the end of the night, Draco had been kicked out the only home he had known with enough money from his Mother that it would last him at least a semester; close to tears at being dragged in a fight between the Father and Son, she had told him to write her should he need any more. Draco never told her he didn’t mean to ever look back when he kissed her temple and bid her goodbye.

During the campus tour, Harry had unsurprisingly and inevitably been drawn to the stage, and unaware of the fact that everyone from the tour group except one gorgeous Blonde had left, Harry walked in to the middle of the empty stage, butterflies bubbling into his stomach as he without a thought danced across the stage in graceful strides to let the feeling of being there wash over him. It was only when he notices an eye glint behind the backstage curtains that be clumsily stumbles over a crate. Harry didn’t know it right that moment, but Draco would always have that effect on him; only a Malfoy could make a graceful swan like Harry Potter stumble clumsily. Alarmed, the Blonde himself stumbles out from behind the curtains, eyes wide as he approaches Harry and stutters with his words, “I-I’m sorry, I was just-you looked-wow…” Draco sighed the last word; funny how the sight of emerald greens and messy brown hair could make a writer stutter. He all but thrusts his hand out for the brunette to take and Harry does, not letting it go as he stood up.

“Uh, ’m Draco. …Draco Malfoy.”
“Harry. Harry Potter”

And a moment passes till they both break into warm grins, both not wanting to let the feel of the first spark of warmth either had felt in ages, if not ever. They both leave the theatre, hand-in-hand, as they tell each other what they both wanted to do with their lives. A slight twinge of pain passes through Draco as he realizes Harry wouldn’t be joining that year, but they both promise to see each other soon as they exchange numbers before Harry had to leave for one of his many jobs. And they both manage to keep their promise. Draco lasted six hours before dialling Harry’s number that night at 10:00 PM, and the smile he hears in Harry’s voice was more than enough to calm the nerves in his belly.

Neither knew when exactly they had started being a couple; Harry said it was when they walked hand-in-hand out of the theatre the first day they had met but Draco said it was the time Harry refused for Draco to share the bill and paid it himself, “That was our first date, Malfoy!” But they worked. Friends first, lovers later-because both had their own abandonment issues to deal with-they worked well. Draco’d let Harry borrow his school books so he was already preparing for his classes that way, and Harry let Draco help him stack books at the library he worker at on Mondays and Wednesdays so he could get out of there sooner with no loss to Harry’s paycheck.

Things were superb till the librarian decided to fire Harry to give his bratty nephew the job instead. Harry had been forced to take extra hours and odd shifts at the cafe he worked at and Draco hadn’t been able to see him for a /week/ due to his own finals . He sounded whiny on the phone despite knowing Harry was doing what he needed to. But after Harry had forgotten to show up at the restaurant yet again, Draco knew that was it. Without another thought, he bristled past the waitress coming towards him for the fourth time that night and drove to Harry’s cafe. It was less crowded as it was almost midnight. He grabbed a table at the very back of the small place and sent away two serves whose hair wasn’t as dark and lush as the one he was looking for. And it wasn’t till one of them mumbles something about an annoying Blonde who wouldn’t order anything does Harry look back at who exactly the said annoying Blonde; and not really surprisingly, it was /his/ annoying Blonde. A wave of guilt washes over him and he says something about taking care of that one to his colleague before picking up a tray and absently pulling on his best puppy dog face.

Harry clears his throat and mumbles, “Hello! What can I get you?” Draco doesn’t need to look up from his sulking to know who the voice belonged to; it was his favourite voice in the whole wide world and after hearing it in person, Draco needed to suppress a smile. Harry notices his lip twitch and takes it as an encouragement and continues, “Coffee? Tea? Or me?” Again, no response; Draco just sighs dramatically and Harry barely held back a fond comment about Draco being a drama queen. Completely ignorant to the small but curious audience they now had, Harry continued again with a withheld smile, “I recommend me. With a dash of whipped cream. And chocolate. You want?” And Harry knew he had Draco then as a huff escapes Draco’s lips and silvery hues strike his own like lightning. Harry’s heart breaks a little at how exhausted Draco looked, unaware that the exact same thought was going on in Draco’s head about him. Absently taking Harry’s free hand in his, Draco mumbles with a soft smile, “I’ll take that.” And after pressing a soft kiss to the back of Harry’s hand, he stands up and Harry pulls him in a tight hug, burying his face in Draco’s neck as applause breaks around them. With his voice muffled and quiet so only Draco could hear, Harry mumbled with his eyes closed, “Hey, Malfoy…?” With his own eyes closed, Draco rocks Harry gently, blocking everyone else out as he mumbled back into his hair, “Yes, Potter?” Harry smiles against Draco’s skin, muffling a yawn, “Let’s leave the chocolate and whipped cream for tomorrow, yeah? ’m really tired…” Draco huffs a quiet laugh and playfully pats Harry’s butt, fondly muttering, “Git. …Don’t fall asleep on me. I /will not/ carry you.” But Harry pretends to be super sleepy and Draco carries him out anyway…

In 2015, Zayn Malik abruptly quit One Direction, broke off a fairy-tale pop-star engagement and overdid the hair dye. Now, as he wraps up his long-simmering creative statement, the boy band outlier aims to prove that he has been his own man all along.

Zayn Malik is standing in a dimly lit studio, spliff hanging from his lips and whiskey tumbler in hand.

“My fans are giving me shit every day,” he says. “Like, ‘Where the f— is your music? You’ve been at it for months. Give us something.’ ” It’s around 9 p.m. the Monday after Thanksgiving, and the 22-year-old is indeed about to give up something, though not to his adoring public – they’ll have to wait for a solo album due early this spring on RCA. The four others here at Los Angeles’ Record Plant are part of Malik’s team, and even they seem surprised at how little the slinky, propulsive music he plays has to do with anything recorded byOne Direction, the band he abruptly left eight months ago, setting off a convulsion of online lament including accusations of treason and upsetting hashtags like #CuttingForZayn. In fact, the beat of shadowy, au courant R&B track “She” drives so hard that Malik, grooving intensely, sloshes liquor onto his arm. He quickly grabs a tissue and self-consciously dabs his wrist.

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emmaph  asked:

Ello :3 How are you?? :D It was my birthday yesterday and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to write a little ficlet for me? Something like it's Eggsy's first birthday that they're together? :3

hello dear. Happy belated birthday! 

As it was your birthday I don’t feel guilty about skipping all the other prompts I have lol.

Harry had never been one to celebrate birthdays. When he was a child, the parties that they threw were always either too big or too proper for his taste. When he was a teenager, he was too engrossed with understanding how animals - and people - worked to pay much attention to trivial things such as his birthday. When he became a Kingsman there was really never time to celebrate his birthday other than the occasional meeting with Merlin after work where they would both get drunk enough to pass out on Harry’s living room floor or in some godforsaken part of town such as a park. Not to mention, the older he got, the less willing he was to celebrate his birthday, especially now that he was with Eggsy. It was a reminder of the fact that he would eventually die and leave Eggsy on his own. And, while he knew the boy would be able to find someone again, someone young and vibrant, it still pained him to know he wouldn’t be there to walk with Eggsy into death’s welcoming arms.

Still, when it came to Eggsy’s birthday, Harry wanted to do things right. The boy had never been one for birthdays either, but not by choice. Living with Dean had meant never actually celebrating a birthday; it had meant not getting beaten on his birthday as a present. 

So, Harry decided, when Eggsy’s birthday started to draw near, that he would have Eggsy finally enjoy his birthday. Eggsy would love birthdays by the time Harry was done with him. 

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It started with a simple kiss in the morning accompanied by breakfast in bed. Harry had asked Merlin to do him a solid and let both him and Eggsy take a two day break from work. 

“What’s this for?” Eggsy murmured, his eyes soft and fond as Harry fed him a chocoalte covered strawberry. 

Harry kissed the young man, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses down to his neck. “Well it is your birthday after all, so I figured we could do something fun.” He bit down on Eggsy’s neck, making his point clear. 

Eggsy moaned, throwing his head back as he breathed out “fuck.”

Harry chuckled softly, pulling away slightly. “I’m afraid that comes later. You’re going to finish eating and then you’re going to take a bubble bath. We don’t have to leave until two so we still have three hours.” 

Eggsy held back a whine as Harry stood up. He would much rather Harry fuck him now instead of later. It wasn’t like he needed a bubble bath, but it was obvious that the man was excited about the things he had planned for the day, so Eggsy remained silent, watching as Harry made his way to the bathroom, his hips swaying softly, enticing Eggsy into madness.

Fuck, he needed to eat fast so that he could join Harry in the bathroom.

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Eggsy opened the door to the bathroom, holding back a gasp as he took in the beautiful picture. The bathroom’s lights were off as a myriad of candles covered the many different surfaces, making the room feel both more cozy and romantic. There was instrumental music playing in the background - sounded like Bach, but he couldn’t be sure - and Harry was near the tub closing the faucet, his shirt half opened, half revealing his mouthwatering chest. 

Eggsy stood by the door, too dumbfounded to move. Harry looked back at him, his intense gaze making Eggsy flush with desire.

“Come on in, darling,” Harry all but purred. “Take your clothes off and leave them by the counter.”

Eggsy scrambled to do as he was told, quickly shuffling to Harry’s side. The man hummed appreciatively, letting his fingers run down the length of Eggsy’s chest to settle at his hips. He kissed the younger man, licking his way into Eggsy’s mouth, devouring him as he squeezed him closer. Eggsy moaned, melting against Harry, feeling his knees go weak. 

The man pulled away softly, tracing his fingers down Eggsy’s necK. “Get into the tub,” the man murmured, his voice roughened by desire. 

Eggsy did as he was told, gasping as he saw Harry dip his hand into the water, taking a hold of Eggsy’s arm. He picked up the bar of soap, scrubbing Eggsy’s arm softly, almost methodically.  He placed it back on Eggsy’s lap, grabbing his other arm, repeating the same slow strokes. He scrubbed Eggsy’s chest, playing with the younger man’s nipples with his hands for a few moments, his lips twitching when he felt them perk up at the attention. 

He left his hands dip lowr, scrubbing Eggsy’s hips. The younger man arched his back, his eyes closed and his mouth dropped open as a small moan escaped him. Harry used the movement to his advantage, rubbing Eggsy’s lower back. 

He squeezed the man’s arse, making Eggsy yelp, his eyes dark with lust. 

“’arry, yeh fuckin’ tease,” he growled as Harry massaged his thoughs, feeling them quiver under his ministrations. “If yeh don’t follow through, ‘arry. I swear to-”

Harry silenced him with a soft kiss, biting the younger man’s lower lip. “Tonight,” he whispered before getting up without another glance. 

Eggsy was going to kill Harry.

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Harry opened the door to Merlin’s house, guiding Eggsy to the dining room. Eggsy had only been here twice before, and he had no bloody clue why they were in the magician’s lair.  Harry winked at Eggsy as Merlin came in through the kitchen door, a massive cake in his hands. Roxy followed right behind him, carrying in her arms Eggsy’s little sister. 

The young girl gave a squeal as the three began singing Happy Birthday to Eggsy. They were soon joined by Michelle, who came in from the kitchen, carrying with her a roasted duck that looked fucking delicious. 

Eggsy looked back at Harry, his eyes watering as the older man draped an arm around his waist.

 “It wouldn’t have been much of a birthday without some family time,” he whispered, kissing Eggsy softly.

“Thank you,” Eggsy whispered back, trying to convey all his love in a single, melting kiss that earned them a few whistles from the women and and a stern “keep it in your pants, Harry for fuck’s sake” from Merlin. 

“C’mon it’s time to eat,” Michelle said, clasping her hands together as she gave her son a loving look.

God, Eggsy was loving this birthday.

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Harry took Eggsy’s hand as he guided him through an endless maze of hallways, finally reaching their box as the lights went down. 

“I can’t believe we’s gonna watch the nutcracker,” Eggsy murmured, a hint of excitement in his voice. “This is insane, ‘arry.”

Harry gave him a small smile, squeezing his hand as they took their seats. 

Harry looked at Eggsy and then back at the stage. He was thankful that he had seen the show before, for he was sure he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of the radiant young man for the rest of the ballet. 

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Eggsy looked back at Harry as the show ended, giving him a wanton look. Truth be told he had hardly been able to concentrate on the show, what with Harry looking at him for what felt like most of the show, and the small little caresses Harry had taken to placing here and there just to drive him mad. 

“Do I get my present now?” Eggsy said, his voice tight with desire.

Harry hummed, giving Eggsy a small kiss filled with promise. “I’d love to have you right here, right now, but I’m afraid the people in the other balconies wouldn’t appreciate that.”

Eggsy moaned as he dived in for Harry’s neck, biting the man’s neck savagely, smiling as he was sure he had just left a very visible mark.

Serves him right for teasing me

“Then take me home, ‘arry” Eggsy purred, fisting his hands on Harry’s shirt.

“With pleasure,” the man murmured, giving Eggsy one last kiss. It was going to be a fun night.

Truly, Madly, Deeply by @darkangelzayn
Pairing: Zayn/Liam
Rating: Adult


“Did you actually just say Italy?” It’s Louis, on the other side of the phone. At an hour that’s way too early for his brain to function properly but he’s well aware that Freddie wakes him up at a God awful hour everyday so he’s having to get used to not sleeping after prayers.

They’re flying out within the next few days, there is no chance in hell he’s about to allow Louis the satisfaction of knowing exactly where they’re going, they need their secret to remain just that.

He and Louis never really changed, after he left, Louis had swung a punch at him exactly twelve months later before asking him to be Freddie’s godfather. His album release brought them back together, he calls it their little miracle worker.

He hears Liam shift closer to him, feels fingers tugging into his, they find his ring and press. The metal is warm but Liam doesn’t seem bothered as he hears both bands clang underneath the light sheet they had only put down the day before.

Liam’s chin hits his shoulder, as he shifts the phone to his other one, he hears Louis calling out his name, “I’m still here you bastard.” He yells into the air before attaching the phone back to his ear.  Liam chuckles closer, licks his warm skin before biting down, whispers a soft, sorry I distracted you.  

Zayn shivers, Liam knows he shouldn’t do that.

“I’m here.” Is what he vocalises though his teeth, “Just get all your asses to the airfield Friday at nine in the morning ok?”

“I’m bringing Freddie for fittings tomorrow too yeah?”

“Do whatever Louis but he needs to be there, don’t be late because Freddie is a fussy little mite just like you and we don’t need tantrums ok?”

“Yes Baba.” Zayn reddens not really with embarrassment just a little bit of faux anger, “Don’t call me that.”

“Whatever, next time tell Li to get off you, love you.”

With that the phone goes dead.

When he shifts, the linen underneath him stretches and Liam is accommodating to make more space.

“Hi Baba,” He says with a slight smirk on his face, he seriously wants to slap at his shoulder lightly but his self-control is finally at a stage where it outweighs his impulses, but of course Liam was eavesdropping.

“You bit me.” He utters instead ignoring the old name sake, “As if you don’t like it.” He says coming closer stealing a kiss from his lips.

But Zayn shifts back this time, smirking.

“Mr Payne for the next few days, I can see your boner from here, so I’m just going to get up now and leave you with your little problem whilst I go and pick up our rings.”

Liam pretty much whines at him, but Zayn’s learnt not to look back on his man whilst in this silly mood.

“Remember we’ve got lunch with Niall so get a move on you donut.” He laughs out as he jumps into the shower.

*

“Fucking Greece Malik, Greece.”

He’s actually on the phone with Harry, but he can hear Louis’ screeching in the background. They’d just landed in Athens and were on their way to the island they chose for their wedding, Skopelos. The unspoilt lush hidden gem was part of the Sporades Islands of Greece was the perfect place for them.

“I can’t fucking believe you’re taking us to fucking Mamma Mia, Mamma fucking Mia.”

This time, someone shuts him up for the sake of his son. It was the intention seeing they all loved the film, it’s also why they refused to tell them where they were going to go.

He smiles into the phone, then, “Harry when you get here we’re at the hotel on the top the one in the film, all your mums are here already as well as our families, we didn’t tell you because you’d want to pay for everything and that isn’t something we wanted.”

“I’m so glad we’re part of your day babe, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you two being well, you two.”

“See you in about three hours Haz, and tell Niall about the boat, we don’t need accidents.”

“Will do Z, bring on the Malik – Payne union, have a drink for us lads.”

“Love you Harry.”

*

“It’s been a good year and a half since we’ve seen Harry huh, maybe more.” He hears just after he hangs up the phone, Liam’s sat opposite him, his feet fondling at Zayn’s thighs, it’s their go to position when they’re on holiday and by the sea.

Zayn shrugs, “We can’t do much babe.” He says, his hand reaching out to tilt Liam’s chin closer to him bring Liam over his body, spread out across him, head by Zayn’s clavicle, “I wanna say I want things to change, but we all gotta eat.”

“Maybe, but we haven’t seen him at all.”

“It’s his films, but we’re finally seeing the rewards of the struggle.”

“17 and dumb as hell, who would have guessed it would take us ten years to get married.”

This time Liam closes the small gap between their faces. His mouth melds around Liam’s, with all the hectic details to organise this trip, they forgot to give time to themselves.

“Here’s one thing I was sure about from the minute I met you, I was going to be yours no matter what it took.” This time it’s Zayn that latches his fingers onto Liam’s hips, “I knew too, just kept it more low-key.”

“Zayn babe, you never kept it low-key.” Liam laughs, “You where the one stripping for me in the middle of a show.”

He flits his eyes closed at that, “True,” he admits, “But I wasn’t the one that initiated kisses on stage.”

Liam grabs at his hip at that, lifts him up and runs them into the sea. He’s laughing like a teenager as his arms go round Liam’s shoulder, his hands falling into Liam’s now unkempt hair, like this is his first taste of love. It is in a way, Liam’s the only person Zayn’s ever wanted, the only person he will only truly ever love, Zayn could say Liam was his heart, the vital organ that kept him alive but he’s more like a set of lungs.

Liam kept him breathing, kept him believing and dreaming, kept him sane.

“Meri – Jaan, why do you think so much?” It brings him back to this present moment, to the feeling of Liam kissing his neck, to the way he feels around his lithe structure. To the fact that within the next few hours Liam will be his husband, that everything he’s always wanted was finally his for the taking and to be able to do it in a public manner makes this journey much more special.

“Remember when we wrote on truly madly deeply?” Liam nods and smiles, but stays quiet, allowing Zayn to move into the next part of his thinking, “I knew I loved you then you know, I knew that whatever we had was special but I didn’t know what you wanted out of us so –” But Liam stops him, chapped lips pressing down on his were enough persuasion to stop his blabber.

“I knew too.” Liam smiles as his hands dig deeper into his ass, steadying them in the water. “Even with Harry and Louis putting their own twists in it, the way you sang it made me see past it and straight to you.”

“I get sad sometimes you know that they’re about to attend our big day but we never got to attend theirs.”

Liam sighs at that, doesn’t reply but walks them slowly back to the beach, laying Zayn down on the sun lounger before joining him. “I know,” he says after a while, he’s got his wet palm on Zayn’s face, his thumb caressing at his eyebrow, leaving lines over his skin. Zayn’s ought to be used to Liam’s touch by now, but sometimes it still sends slivers down the knobs of his spine,

“But sometimes,” Liam continues, “Things don’t work out the way we planned they would. When we said, truly madly deeply to each other, we meant it, God, I wish I knew back then just how truly, madly and deeply I was falling in love with you. Every single day you proved that feeling, and to this day, I still learn something from you every day, and yes I did worry for a while whether you would just up and leave but everyone does and especially because we started something special just as we watched our best friends fall apart but Zayn sometimes, I do wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and every single moment I’ve had with you. We wasted too much time trying to steal kisses rather than actually kissing, but I don’t regret any of it because we created something strong, something real. Does any of this make sense?”

The only power in his body left after that was the ability to nod his head. He slides his eyes shut and listens to the sound of the waves as they hit land just by them. He takes the time to feel the heat of the summer sun hitting his now damp body and swim shorts and to breathe in the sea air.

When Liam touches the palm of his hand to his face, he leans in with his mouth, softly mouthing “Am I asleep or am I awake or somewhere in between.” He hopes that Liam doesn’t really hear him, because he’s still trying to remember all the words from this one song they just stuck with him. It’s not that he couldn’t, it’s more of the fact he’s tried his hardest to only take his relationship with Liam and his friendships with Niall, Louis and Harry out of his time in the band.

Of course there is no such luck, because just after he hears, “I can’t believe you are here and lying next to me.”

“Oh I can,” Zayn laughs, just because he’s allowed, he’s still a little in awe that he’s able to live his life the way he wants too and there is nobody telling him he can’t.

“We’re idiots.” He watches as Liam’s face glows up just as he opens his eyes to look at his man. This man he’s been with since he was a boy, this man with these beauty marks litter his face like stars, signalling to everyone that he’s Zayn’s very own piece of heaven. This man with eyes that speak for the world and a heart that’s made of gold. The man that endured a very public engagement to a woman ten years his senior in order to prevent him from having to go through another one with a girl he’s never liked but had to take on because he used to be a case of goodwill and people offered themselves to his team in order for some extra inches in newspapers.

“I want this song to be what we walk up to on Sunday.” He stammers out slowly, afraid that Liam wouldn’t really like the idea.

“I’d really like that.” He replies though, pressing a kissing into his jawline. “Truly Madly Deeply made us Z, why hide it.”

“It’s their song.” But Liam shakes his head, “I know that you want post some of the clips online after we get back home, but to hell with what people might think, this made us what we are, we need to celebrate that.”

“Main tumse pyar karta hoon.”

“Mehbi tumse pyar kartah hoo” Comes the easy response from Liam, almost immediate, I love you too, it rolls off his tongue so effortlessly Zayn’s now finding trouble finding errors his pronunciation, but then Liam’s pulling him back. “ Project baby next.” Is coming out of his mouth and all Zayn can manage is a weak smile, because he didn’t expect it so soon into their wedding weekend. When he goes to reply, he chokes on his words and holds onto Liam’s hand tighter. When he composes himself, “I’d love that with you.”

Liam just comes closer to kiss him and Zayn feels like flying.

“Now that’s sorted baba, we’ve got dinner with our parents in an hour.” He’s saying.

“Already?” He asks, not realising the time. Liam nods and pulls him up so they can walk up to the villina.

The minute they fall into step and their fingers find each other’s, he starts mouthing the words again and for the first time in a long time he’s realising everything he’s struggled for in his life has been worth it.

*

The next evening, after dinner when everyone disappears up to their hen do, their elusive Niall appears out of the shadows of the night. Zayn’s usually good at scouting hiding place to find the vacuums of quiet moments he craves, but Niall still knows him too well.

“Louis’ mad jealous he didn’t think of this before.” Zayn laughs, tipsy on the vino he’d had. He didn’t want to believe his best mate at that moment but of course Louis would, he’s Louis.

He pats Niall a seat on the bench next to him as he throws his fag under his shoe. He feels the cool night breeze on his face when he turns his head to watch Niall come.

Niall comes, he’s fumbling forward like a child and falling in between Zayn’s arms. “How are you really H?” Niall huffs, touches his fingers and squeezes.

“It’s been a long while hasn’t it.”

“It has, but what’s important is that we’ve made it here now.”

“I’ve missed you guys, we all have.”

“I know, it’s why we wanted all of this, it’s not for us really, it’s to bring us back to being sixteen, broke, and scared shitless.”

“You’ve done well – we’re in sync again.” Comes the reply as Zayn presses a small kiss to Niall’s forehead.

“New beginning hey.”

“Mhm, for all of us Malik – Payne.” Niall jokes as he stands up to take him back to their joint hen do.

*

Between their mothers fussing with their alcohol intake, or rather Zayn’s lack of, and the joy of seeing all the boys at once after such a long spell of nothingness, everything starts to feels whole again.

When Sunday breaks, the soft orange of the early summer sun hits his face, he’d already been up for Salat, nursing a slight hangover because it’s one time in your life sunshine, live a little and it’s ok to celebrate tonight darling, he’d drank more than he probably should have, but Harry, his patient Harry had pulled him into his room that night while he guesses, Louis stole his Li so it was hard for him to fall back to sleep without Liam waiting next to him ready to grab onto his hip, bringing him back into

All in the air of tradition of course.

Louis was on the verge of thirty, a father of one but still a child that heart.

He smiles as he remembers the days they had spent running around stadiums in golf buggies while trying to protect the idea that they’re bad boy’s to their fandom.

He hears Harry fussing around trying to be quiet, but he can tell something is wrong because he’s hearing Harry throwing profanities out from under his breath, trying not to wake Zayn up – in his head.

“What’s wrong?” He says rather loudly for the time of day. He watches as Harry jumps in shock. But then as he turns, he sighs loudly as he turns around so that Zayn can see.

“I hate bowties.”

Zayn chuckles.

“Is this all the fuss is about?”

Harry shakes his now perfectly curled hair out, only back to its original state now that he got all the shit out of it, out of his eyes but refuses to look down at him.

Zayn sits up and with his hands calls him over. “Now what’s really wrong?” He asks gently as Harry bends down to help fix his collar.

“I’ve missed so much what’s been happening in your lives since,” he stops to compose himself, their faces are so close, Zayn can see the sadness spreading across Harry’s eyes, “Since, well” He continues again, “– well, Freddie.”

This time, Zayn is the one that sighs, but he grabs at Harry’s cheek the minute he’s done the bowtie bringing him back down onto the bed.  Harry allows himself to be dragged up, too tired to put up a fight he guesses.

“I want to say, I don’t know what’s going on in there,” He starts, tapping softly on Harry’s left temple bone, “but Harry it’s been nearly two years since we sat down for a proper chat just you and I and I have nothing to do with Louis’ little boy and we both know that.”

Harry shakes his head, “I think Freddie was the start of a lot of things, I latched onto my movies and stayed there, hidden from the public eye and let you two idiots, my two crazy men in love that defiled all the odds and made it here today. I watched as you two took the chance, through a picture online and watched as all you received back was positive messages and remembered I was too much of a wuss to do anything about what had happened with Louis.”

“I’m guessing you heard what song we’re playing as we come in?”

Harry nods, and Zayn takes his chance.

“You know when you two broke up, Liam and I were only really starting to go somewhere, before then, we had been hooking up on the down low and that’s all I thought I’d ever get out of him you know, because he had the trophy girlfriend then and a good life he didn’t really need his bandmate getting hard over his dick every time we shared a room but what you two had Haz, it gave us the courage to be something, to be something great and this is the legacy you leave behind, the knowledge that what you had gave scared cats the courage to stand up and say I want something deeper with you.”

Harry doesn’t talk, Zayn watches him breathe for a few moments, like he was trying to find the courage to say something. “I never knew that.” He starts, “I never knew that this was the story between you two.”

“You made us Harry, your courage made me whole.”

“Even if we broke up.”

He nods, and slowly grabs hold of his head and brings him down to his bare shoulder. “We lived in each other pockets for so long Haz, we started to forget what was right and what wasn’t. You were 16 when you fell for him, at one point you grew up and you became this incredible man we get to witness today. It felt wrong that you left him, I get it, but it was the right wrong, because you became who you are now. It was the moment you stood up by yourself not behind Louis, and Liam,” He smirks, “Liam promised me blowjobs not to share this with you but he’s got an entire shelf dedicated to you Harry, you. You can’t let yourself be emotionally stuck in a series of events that are now history do you understand?”

He feels Harry nod beneath him.

“Have you met Freddie yet?”

“A little on the plane but the nanny took him away just after take-off, he’s a talkative mite.”

“He’s Louis, and he’s going to need you there because you’re the only one that has the ability to control his father.”

Harry chuckles. “See, and I bet you, Li is having this same exactly conversation with Louis in between the lego and fort building.”

“He’s got a thing for fort building?”

Zayn smiles, “Told you he’s Louis, just give the little one a chance ok?”

“I love you Z.”

“It’s Mr Malik- Payne soon.”

“I know,” Harry says smiling, reaching out to grab onto Zayn’s ear. “Crazy to think all this came out of one chance encounter ten years ago.”

“I’ve missed you Harry Styles, don’t be a stranger now ok?”

“Sorry about that –” but Zayn stops him with an index finger over his mouth. “Never apologise for who you are, and the time you needed to get through, it’s a sign of weakness.”

This time Harry drops a kiss on his cheek. “We’ve got a wedding to celebrate tonight and you’re definitely not about have that thing on your face when we do.”

He laughs, “But Liam loves the beard.” He defends.” Harry just smiles fondly, “Let me do it like I used to like we did in every single hotel suite we shared together.”

“But you’re in a suit.” He tries, but it’s no use, Harry has his made up his mind. He smirks at Zayn, rolls up his sleeves in defiance and holds out his hand to help Zayn out of bed.

Zayn nods and allows himself to be walked into the ensuite – to share a moment with his best friend he had to walk away from five years ago. In his head, he wanted to believe this is the only way Harry knows how to forgive him.

*

Later when Harry’s trimmed down his facial hair to his exact standards, he comes up to stand between his legs and whispers a soft thank you.

In that moment, Zayn realises how much he misses living in pockets of his four very gentle men.

*

When dusk hit, the entire village came to watch their small ceremony. He was dressed in a red and gold Sherwani Liam had picked out for him the same night Zayn proposed while Liam’s light grey suit radiated in the soft glow of the sun.

As per tradition they both walked up to the small church separately, but as they saw each other at the top of the hill his mother told him to walk in together to the song that made them, united, because that’s all they really had in life, their blissful unity and the stability that came from it

An Iman and a Priest welcome them under the warm gazes of their friends and family, he realises, this is the final step to complete their puzzle.

Niall, their ring bearer, stood up to walk up to them.

Simple wide silver rings with the inscription of each other’s initials in his hands, waiting to be handed into the hands of the respective holy man from each religion. They allow him to press a kiss to both their cheeks before taking a stance just behind him. Louis and Harry their best men, on the other side, standing just behind Liam. Together for the first time as men, not boys struggling to find their identity.

When the Iman asks them if there was anything in particular they wanted to share with their gathering, Louis instead of Liam speaks up like he’d prepared something for them.

In that husky voice of his, Louis takes centre stage, just as Freddie climbs on the little organ to control a projector.

“We just wanted to put together something special for our brothers, because neither two are particularly fond of mush but will happily sit there and make out for two hours and we wanted to make their wedding memorable. These two men, have been our version of the love story of the century and I’m pretty sure, they will find each other in whichever universe God puts them in so this is for you, my special friends on your special day.”

The sinking sun disappears enough to see the screen at the back of the alter. Everyone moves to the side to watch what his idiot best friends prepared for them pretty much overnight.

Liam shrugs, suggesting this is news to him as well and grabs hold of his hands again, they smile at each other just as the music comes on.

Am I Asleep or I am awake or somewhere in between, I can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me is the soundtrack to the slideshow and Zayn just about cries.

He watches as his best friends come close and hold on to each other for the first time in over half a decade, like they did for every single show, in every single city they played in.

On the screen, he watches his love story with his best friend unfolding into the story he’s so proud to be able to share with his kids.

As it ends he hears the blessings ringing out and the church bells chiming signalling the union.

The happy clapping of their guests fill his ears, eyes still wet with tears but all he can see now is Liam coming closer to steal a kiss from his lips, as his husband not just his fiancé.

When they pull apart, his mother is rushing up to him, throwing her arms around him and kissing his cheek like her life depended on it.

These are the moments he’s always dreamt about giving her and now that the time is right, they’re all about to start a new chapter in their life.

He reaches to find Liam’s wedding ring, as they’re being showered in confetti, he wants to squeeze it, make sure it’s real because he still can’t quite believe that he’s finally about to have everything he’s always wanted.

Meri – Jaan,” he hears softly as he feels fingers grab his chin, “look over there, look at Hazza.”

As he does, Harry has got Freddie on his shoulders walking down the hill whilst the little lad runs his hands through Harry’s hair laughing his head off at the way Harry’s curls bounce back into place.

His song, Golden is playing from the speakers, the song radiating down the hill, across the bay and into every single house and heart on the island, signalling a new beginning for everyone.

And that’s just it isn’t it, everything comes full circle if it’s given time. Bitterness fades away and what’s left is the pure unabashed love they’ve always had for each other.

“We’re whole again.” He tells Liam smiling to his heart’s content.

“I know.” He replies grabbing onto his hand more tightly.

And Zayn’s not one of in your face emotion, Louis was right about that, but even he’s got to admit no one has the ability to tear you down, that only takes place if you allow it. For them, all five of them, they’ve always been in this for the long run, and no matter what happened in between, they have home in each other.

This is their عدل‎‎ Justice, their own way in getting back into everything they had before it was taken away, and this time, they have a lifetime to make everything just right again.

And even if Niall is too busy trying to woo their sisters with his golf skills and Louis and Harry are far too busy running after a bumbling three-year-old.

That night, when they come together to celebrate this new milestone, and now it’s not about Zayn and Liam any longer.

Now they have each other again, against all odds, and above all else, that’s the only thing that matters.