#love to drop readers into my imaginary storyline with absolutely no context

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ty for the tag bb @avenueofesc (and possibly others that i missed)!! ❤❤ i haven’t written anything (new) in over a year now, and it makes me sad, but i just don’t have the bandwidth right now bc of life stuff. so it was nice to look back at some of the things i’ve created in the past and makes me want to try to make space for writing again soon.  Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway you’re smilin’ (but i don’t believe you) - (Drarry, E) - WIP, 7.7k

The first time he was spotted was on a muggy evening in May, almost three years to the day, brick against his back and cigarette in hand, looking out across the Thames. Draco had hidden himself away from the hateful stares and outright vitriol of the wizarding world, instead choosing to live largely among muggles, and you could find him at this corner like clockwork. throwing rope - (Ginsy, G) - 278 & art Pansy’s heels are rubbing, even encased in familiar worn leather as they are, her shirt sticky and starched from the sweat of the day. A little piece of her aches, small and sharp, watching as a faint smile crosses Ginevra’s lips, even in the thick of it all.  cruel blade - (Drarry, E) - 2.5k

How do you keep someone dead who wants to come back to you? It's a difficult quandary when you also desperately want them by your side, in your bed, in your arms. happy hour - (Drarry, E) - 10k

It was quiet in Harry’s pub, the first time he saw Malfoy after the war. It had been three years, though he could hardly believe it.

habit - (Draco/Offscreen Drarry, E) - microfic

The black rope slips between his hands, soft and stark, as he painstakingly ties one end around his bedpost.

the seam of all paths - (Drarry, T) - drabble

Harry always found kissing a bit… peculiar. A strange smearing of saliva that he found off-putting. Lackluster. feather-light - (Drarry, M) - microfic

What I want is to grind myself down, becoming a dust so fine that I'm haze curling at your feet.

 time-tied - (Drarry, T) - 154

06/08/1999

Draco savors the burn of firewhisky on his tongue. Two years. Two messy break-ups. That’s all it took for them to make amends.  stitched and sewn - (Drarry, E) - 7.9k

It always started like this: bright lights flashing, spells arcing overhead, the thick smoke of magic and ozone coating the back of his tongue. 

the north country - (Drarry, NR) - microfic

It’s curious, Harry thinks, what reminds him they’re no longer in the city.      

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