Last Line Game

Last Line Game

Tagged by @lqtraintracks (find their deliciously hot and tender words here) and @lou-isfake (find their make-me-wanna-die Charlie words here). I love you and your words so much❤️

Expecting his tall, gangly, and ginger best mate, Harry was surprised to find his even taller, pale, and gorgeous ex on his doorstep. Draco looked as surprised as Harry felt, which was very confusing because he was at Harry’s flat, surely he expected to find Harry here. They stared at each other for several long moments, Harry unable to speak, his mind filled with white noise and his brain unable to move past DracoDracoDraco.  

Draco’s uncertain whisper broke the silence. “Tell me this a terrible idea.”

Harry grabbed his robes, pulling him over the threshold, and pushed him against the wall. “This is a terrible idea,” Harry said, right before kissing Draco. Their teeth clashed together, Harry used too much tongue, and Draco’s nose was lodged uncomfortably into Harry’s cheek. It was fucking perfect.

Tagging @vukovich, @onbeinganangel, @veelawings, @peachpety, @flightytemptress27, and @wheezykat if anyone wants to play and hasn’t already been tagged!

My girl doesn't deserve this, she doesn't deserve to be suggested that she should write more one shots and not fictions because I see her efforts, I see the way she works for her fiction or for any one shot, I know how much she researches before she even thinks of writing, I know how many pointers she make before she draft out a chapter, I know the way she frames her work and I know the way she writes and there is nothing even minimally wrong about it, I know the way she writes is beautiful and here's the bigger part about fiction, normally no writer knows where their fiction is going, it's never planned, some maybe blessed with a proper planning but most of the writers don't know it.

You're improving everyday @drarrywords and don't you dare stop Because what you write is impeccable, you've been a great inspiration to me and I know you're strong but just know you're wonderful and these asks doesn't know what they're talking about.

All my love for you 💜

Hey anons,

I'm not sure what to say to y'all right now, really.

Oh, lmao, big laugh.

Writing, for me, was supposed to be fun and now I have to deal w this too.

I've received several one of these asks istfg🙄✋🏻 Like?? Sure, I don't plan most of what I write. Sure I could phrase my sentences in a better way but I am learning more and more along the way and I'm sorry, I won't take criticism for that.

As for that "suggestion" about only writing oneshots instead of big fanfics? Well, I will continue to write iwcbty no matter what.

I will not be responding to any more of these asks. I'm done. I'm tired of this. You don't know how much your words affect me, no matter how much I try not to let them.

I will delete such asks as soon as I receive them.

I can't anymore.

I hope y'all have a good day.

Hey anons,

I'm not sure what to say to y'all right now, really.

Oh, lmao, big laugh.

Writing, for me, was supposed to be fun and now I have to deal w this too.

I've received several one of these asks istfg🙄✋🏻 Like?? Sure, I don't plan most of what I write. Sure I could phrase my sentences in a better way but I am learning more and more along the way and I'm sorry, I won't take criticism for that.

As for that "suggestion" about only writing oneshots instead of big fanfics? Well, I will continue to write iwcbty no matter what.

I will not be responding to any more of these asks. I'm done. I'm tired of this. You don't know how much your words affect me, no matter how much I try not to let them.

I will delete such asks as soon as I receive them.

I can't anymore.

I hope y'all have a good day.

Da Capo - Part 9

Part 1-5 | part 6- 8

Arpeggio – a broken chord, involves playing the notes of separately and consecutively, rather than all together.

“ ça fera 1 euro “ 

“ ici”

“ merci “ Harry handed over the money, taking the bag of fruits with him and walking away. The winter had started settling in lightly, Harry could feel the cold air slapping his face as he tugged his jacket tighter to his body and took slow steps in hopes to wander off and spend more time on the streets. It was hard for him to not notice the gay couple discreetly walking before him, holding hands in secrecy so no one could watch them hold hands but he saw it, the way their fingers were twitching to meet others, the way they would link their pinky finger together and the smiles that didn’t leave their lips each time they turned to each other. Harry wondered how long had they been together for, one week, a couple of weeks, a month or a few years because whatever they seemed to have had sparks, a look of irresistibility to keep hands off each other; he remembers his first few days when he started Draco and how it was all about the sparks and the kissing and the making out in bed for long hours, against the walls and sneaking kissing from each other during work hours because it was so hard to resist another but there was also the sweet dinners, the rush for everything to be perfect and those outdoorsy dates and the fun part of the relationship that somewhere along the way had become less fun or more tedious and more like serious where they would have to decide who to have over for dinner and what time should Draco’s parents come by for the Christmas dinner. Harry remembers it all, every phase he went through and he remembers the night he had decided to leave, feeling like being stood between heavy traffic with no sense of direction, everything seemed like a rush, a blur and the feeling of desperation to walk along the sidewalk and be safe with the bicycle riders or the walkers or just nothing but him, he hated to feel like that but he did. 

He walked a couple more miles wondering about the phase the couple was in before him and thinking about if they knew what lied ahead of them but somewhere he questioned what if they already knew what lied ahead of them or what if they had been dating for longer than he presumed or if one of them was planning on proposing. He couldn’t help but wonder if they already knew what harry only thought of knowing. 

“ comment vas-tu thomas ?”

“ bien, bein. Encore des oranges ?” 

“ oui ils sont bons pour la santé “ Harry chuckled as he turned open his doorlock 

“ tu es un vieil homme, Harry “ Thomas laughed and then ran after the ball he kicked down the stairs. Harry shook his head laughing then finally entering his apartment, locking it behind him. He put the oranges over the kitchen top, then turning on the voice messages whilst he washed his hands off. 

“ Hey, Harry, it’s me, Draco. I don’t know if you received my messages before since you haven’t replied, call me if you can or- if you want to. I don’t know if your phone broke down or you’re mad at me or something but- just- call me. Take care “ 

Harry stared at the machine, breathing in sharply and almost called him back then changed his mind,

“ message erased “ 

He breathed, wiping his hand by the side of his pant then going into the balcony away from where the voice had echoed. 

Harry smiled remembering the first day he had stood on the balcony with the broker and immediately hated the view, it had nothing but chaotic traffic to be seen far ahead, kids running around the street, the building before his, much shorter and painted pale blue, the old car on the right somewhere far below his floor standing there abandoned, but it took him a few months to realize that it wasn’t a perfect view he wanted, it was the feeling of home he looked for and the moment he had come from a very tiring day, he’d stand there and gaze over to a long-distance where he could see the lights of Eiffel tower glimmering, very faintly but there was and the sun going down and he remembers that at that moment how much pulled down to earth he felt, the smell of bakery down there, the cheering of some kids winning a football game playing down and that abandoned car, he felt at home. But now as he stand where Draco had already stood tendering his plant, the balcony had more than just all those things, it had memories of Draco laughing and trying to learn some french he had forgotten, memories of him smiling at the view, the memory of him spilling coffee all over the turf, the memory of staring at the dying plant for far too long, those memories had scraped there like the names of the many visitors who scratch their names on a tree as a sign they had been here. Harry thought of all but at the end of the day his dying thought always ended with him deleting his messages, he wonders if Draco is more worried than he sounds in his voice messages, he wonders if he had figured it out yet that’s why he thinks that Harry is mad at him, he wonders if Draco is actually worried about wherever they are that he might do anything to make everything right but Harry knows he won’t, he knows he doesn’t know what wrong he had done, hell even Harry doesn’t know what’s wrong but one week ago when he had found that page which stated Draco’s research ended, something went wrong inside of him that left him restless, uneasy, confused and suffocating. He remembers the night vividly how he had tossed and turned in his sleep who didn’t visit him that night and all he did was welcome the thoughts that did no good. Harry had panicked the day after thinking that it was what Draco was doing to win Harry back and his overthinking turning into a spiral leaving him stranded in a place of circles with no end, he didn’t sleep for three nights until he fell sick and sleep came to him like an old exhausted friend. He slept for the first time in 3 days and when he woke up he knew only one solution, distancing. He didn’t know why did he freak out so much or why it suffocated him so much, maybe it was the past that haunted him, maybe it was all those things Draco used to do before they had ended their relationship, maybe it was the blur of emotions harry felt before he felt like running away or maybe it was that he knew he hurt Draco once and he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him again and being him, he knew he might. He does not understand why he felt like he had to runaway, why was it so absolutely necessary but there was something in him that told him to get out before it all started to hurt so much that the damage may seem irreplacable. He does not remember what it was like being a kid, when he was a 7 year old kid waiting for the ice cream truck to pass by but he likes to imagine about how during those times when he did not fear the change, he likes to imagine about the Harry for who the cupboard was his whole world, to whom the biggest responsibility was cleaning his plate before he slept so he wasn’t worried about getting scolded, he likes to think of those times when it was easier, when he was 14 and his biggest worry was knowing how to deal with the next task, he imagines how easier it would be to just turn back time and go back to those times when it was sunshine and daisies but then he remembers his 19th birthday and how it was so easy to be with everyone and just be embraced in Draco’s warm hug and going to sleep with his arms wrapped around him. He

wonders where did it all go wrong? when did it all change so much that harry felt like running away? When did all of it seem like suffocation? 

He hated how he felt right now and how he had been feeling the last few days, ignoring Draco but he was worried for him, for himself, and somewhere he knew he was fucked up and he wasn’t ready. He wishes he could say the words out loud that he’s not ready but he couldn’t, the world would laugh at him, his family would laugh at him, his ex-boyfriend would laugh at him but all he hopes is that if one day he finds the courage in himself to say it out loud, they won’t laugh at him and embrace him in a hug and tell him that it’s alright, he hopes that one day wasn’t too far. 

When he finally went back inside and dwelled in a conversation with Ron, all he could hear was those soft giggles in the background of Hermione probably. They talked about taxes and the new car ministry launched and Ron told him all about the witch weekly’s new face being Hermione as the most successful youngest witch of the age and how had the shittiest brownie, Harry had laughed, he had congratulated him for Hermione and told him how proud he was, he told him a lot of other things but he was doodling on a pad. When the call had finally ended, he noticed the doodle to be awfully familiar and then he remembered Draco drawing those doodles when Harry and he used to talk on a call in the beginning of their relationship, he wondered when did Draco stop doodling.. 

Saying everything was fine was a consoling lie he told himself every day he woke up to but he knew the moment he would open his eyes, it would fall upon the piece of paper that said how long ago the research ended and all he’d think about is why Draco kept that from him. 

The next day he came back home to two messages, one was from Ron telling him how he was really excited to see Harry this time for Christmas that is if he could come, and the next from Draco, 

“it’s another day of me not hearing from you, can you just tell me if I did something wrong? If I had unintentionally hurt your feelings by saying something wrong because all I can think is how that late-night conversation was the best conversation I had in a very long time and I feel like you think that too. If I did something wrong, I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I’m coming to Paris this evening, if you’d like to talk, you know where to find me” and then there was the beep. 

Harry stared long at his phone, then blankly stared at the magazine and then the empty fireplace, his mind running in circles. It wasn’t Draco’s fault was it, or what if it was but it was Harry’s decision to keep away but then again somewhere it was Draco’s fault, keeping something like that from Harry. It was his decision to hide it from Harry but at what benefit, it only resulted in making Harry taking his steps back and pulling his walls up high again, in making him distance himself from Draco. It was partially Draco’s fault, a blame to bore but it was easier to make him bore the blame of something he didn’t do. It was so easy to make it all Draco’s fault, all of it, the relationship, the breakup, this but it took a lot more for Harry to realize that it was he to be blamed, that it was he who was wrong, it was he who was the monster, a monster running wild in the oceans looking for answers but doing everything wrong. 

It was easy for harry to yell that “ it was all your fault “ but it was a lot more to look into the mirror and point at himself “ this was your fault “ 

And so he walked out of his apartment, hearing someone whistle the song of the Huon of Bordeaux as he ran down his stairs clutching the jacket tighter to his body, his breath releasing sharply and his hands turning cold in his pocket. He walked and he walked until he was there, right where he was supposed to be. 

“ I didn’t think you’d come, “ he said, his reflection dancing over the waters. 

“ I can’t do this “ 

This was by far the hardest chapter to write and update that AO3 description for the same had been changed.

( apparently 2.1k words on a laptop aren't enough words on phone )

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Da capo - part 6

Trail post part 1 to 5

Ritenuto (Italian: ‘held back’)

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On the occasion of 300 followers, I will be accepting request from any of these prompts in any order, any time. I owe every single one of you who followed me and I love you all wholeheartedly.

1. “Did I enter an alternate universe or did you actually just smile at me?”

2. “Try not to die.”

3. “Don’t sound so disappointed, I might think you don’t like me”

4. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you want to kill me right now?” “I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties.”

5. “Why are you doing that?” “Doing what?” “Treating me like a person

6. “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.”

7. “You’re not my friend anymore, remember?

8. “If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

9.“Why are you still here?” “Because I care about you asshole!”

10. “Nobody’s seen you in days!”

11. “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

12. “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

13. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

14. “If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

15. “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.“

16. “I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?” ( request received )

17. “wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”

18. “We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”

19. “I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”

20. “Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”

21.“Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”

22. “Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”

23. “If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”

24..“We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”

25 "HE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”

26. “You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”

27. “What happened to us?”

28. “Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”

29.“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”

30. “You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”

31. “I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”

Hey bestie,

Hope this ask finds you in abundant happiness and health. Coming to the point, I want you to break my and several other hearts so, I'm gonna request from the angst prompts. Prompt no6

Please don't let me loose you. You never had be in the first place😭😭😭

I'm a heartless bitch. Come on throw bricks at me. 😭

Not mine

ANGST PROMPT NO. 6- “ please don’t let me lose you “ “ you never had me “ | TW- HEAVY ANGST | HURT/NO COMFORT |

@thebusyfangirl, you are to blame for the hearts I'm breaking including yours too.

He stares into the fire as if he was watching his heart burning in that blazing fire waiting for it to be completely burnt out or maybe he was watching his cold heart unfreeze then catching fire once and for all as if there never existed a time when his heart wasn’t cold. He sees his lips, he sees his mouth, he sees his eyes, he sees his heart, he sees him but he doesn’t remember the time when he changed so much. He saw him when he’d come back from work, and he’d see him when he’d cover their naked bodies with sheets and never talk about it, he sees him, he watches him too much that his heart starts to ache to think about the old times when there always existed a bubble of laughter, a neat smile, a clean hair cut, a boy who hadn’t forgotten what it was to live, to love, to be loved. Now he was not more than doll left abandoned on the roadside getting dirtier and dirtier, started to getting disliked by everyone but Harry had hope, he had hope that one day he’d see his Draco again, the one he fell in love with but as every day passes, with every call that Draco makes to call Harry to his place for nothing but sex, he feels like he is in a losing battle. He remembers about the time before he had left, the way he’d make Harry breakfast in bed, the way he’d remember how he liked his coffee, the way he used to run around the entire house chased by Harry because he ate his chocolate, he remembers his smile every morning when he’d look in the mirror while brushing and kiss Harry purposely to leave toothpaste over his face, he remembers his giddy smiles, he remembers those manicured colourful nails, he remembers his smile when he’d wait for Harry to open his present, he remembers his reactions when they’d wake up on the Christmas morning and when they would give each other the gifts and Draco would topple Harry grinning, he remembers his face when Harry would give his sweatshirts for him to wear, he remembers when Draco used to smile when he used to grin when he used to be someone who loved Harry, when he used to care.

It had been 5 months since Draco had returned back after having run away to somewhere unknown claiming he needed some time to figure out after a huge fight with his father, Harry had said he’d wait for him but he didn’t want to wait for the guy who returned. When he first came after his getaway and he had come back to Harry’s place, Harry had hugged him, then snapped at him but he remembers vividly the distance he had maintained, how he didn’t seem to care about anything, not even the yelling. He had waited for Draco to give up his facade the first week, crying to him, shouting at him to care just a little bit but 1 month after when he was tired of fighting, he understood that perhaps really didn’t care enough and when he said suddenly one day that he’d moving out so casually Harry had yelled again asking about what about their relationship, Draco had simply shrugged. He only watched as Draco started wasting away in drugs and weeds and intoxication and hooking with different people, he watched him corrupt himself until he knew he couldn’t bear to see him like that and had ended up with Draco in bed, he remembers feeling uplifted thinking that maybe something would change now but the moment Draco had stood up to go smoke in the balcony, leaving Harry alone in the bed, he knew Draco was gone. The man he saw, who smoked, who hooked up with people, who remained unemployed, who disgusted his friends now, he wasn’t the same man Harry had promised himself to wait for.

It was now as he was sitting before the fireplace, the robe hugged tightly to his chest as he thought about the heart of Draco he had once owned. He sat there thinking of everything, tears brimming his eyes for all the lost moments, for himself, for Draco, for everything they had built together now nothing more than just a memory. Their love was stronger than the rocks, Draco had once said but now it was his heart that was as hard as the rock. He thinks about the night he had with Draco before this, fucking in bed with groans of nameless moans, and hymns of saying incoherent words and the way Draco had shifted immediately as soon as he was done, Harry had remained very still gazing at the ceiling above him, he didn’t feel it he realised, he didn’t feel the regret, but he felt the pain, the way his heart started aching for touch that was unrequited, he wanted to turn to Draco like he had done million other times in his life but his heart broke when he saw in the mirror by his left that Draco had turned his back to Harry. He didn’t fall for this man.

He thinks of the time when Draco had told him he loved him and promised that he would Always love harry. He wondered if it held any meaning to him anymore. He likes to think that Draco is still there, the one he fell in love with, he knows somewhere that he's watching him from a distance and maybe wants to break free again but doesn't know how to but that was before tonight. It had been so long since Harry had been searching underneath those eyes for his Draco, the one he wonders if still exist but either Draco had perfected the art of facade or maybe In his time away he had actually changed so much that he refused to be who he was.

Harry stares into the fire, his feet turning cold, but he just stares and stares until he realises he feels something wet over his neck, he brings his hand to his neck and realises he's crying. Pity the tears pouring for something as such, harry thinks but now he can't seem to stop them, he cries a lot of his nights away, he spends most of his time this way before he knows Draco wakes up and he leaves as if he never came there but what more could he do than cry. His friends told him to leave Draco alone and to let him return to his senses whenever he feels like it but it hurts Harry to even think of a possibility where he's healing and Harry's not there , his heart hurts to think of the time when Draco is breaking down and Harry's not there to pick him up, his heart hurts to even think of Draco struggling alone but he was warned that he was hurting himself but he'd look at Draco being distant, smoking in the balcony and he'd think of how the hurt would be worth it if he ever got his Draco back, if.

He doesn't hear the footsteps coming but when Draco comes and sits next to Harry, he's startled.

" I thought you'd had left, like every night " Draco said in a husky voice. It was the smoke, harry just knew.

" I was about to" his voice came out broken and Draco immediately turned to look at Harry properly.

" you were crying " it wasn't a question but a statement, like he knew, like he had known all this time, like there was never a time that he didn't know.

Harry didn't reply.

" why do you do this to yourself if you're hurt ? Why don't you just leave " Draco says.

Harry almost shrugged, opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

" stop doing this to yourself " Draco said.

Harry turned to him, he gave him a small smile " I'm waiting for you "

Draco smiled. But Harry frowned knowing Draco didn't smile anymore, he doesn't. And then as a cold air brushed inside the apartment through the open window, Draco disappeared like ashes. A hallucination, Harry figured.

He doesn't remember falling asleep on that couch but he remembers when he woke up in the same couch with a note set on the table.

" get yourself out of the apartment before I get there "

Harry threw the note in the empty fire place, changed into his clothes and left.

He came back again that night, they Hooked up again, Draco turned away again and the night repeated itself.

The night repeated itself for so long that the day the hallucination turned real he couldn't find it believable.

" why are you doing this ? Why?" Harry weeps

Draco shrugged looking far ahead out of the window " I just- don't care anymore, about anything "

" but you do care.. about everything" his voice broke

" No harry, I don't. Don't you see it. I don't even care about you anymore, I keep doing this to you over and over again, every night and you keep coming back and I don't even care " Draco replied so casually.

Harry frowned in disgust, in annoyance, in ignorance, he didn't fall for this man " why did you stop caring ?"

" I don't know" there was a pause in his voice as his eyes just shred down just a little, so his cloud before his eyes has scurried away for a second.

" you used to care " Harry cried.

" I can't help it anymore " Draco replied.

Harry stared and stared at Draco for as long as he can remember until he had heard Draco speaking up again.

" You should go. I don't want to do this with you anymore-"

And instead of snapping at draco, he found himself begging" please, don't let me lose you "

Draco turned to Harry, his jaw clenched " you never had me, Harry "

Maybe he was right, he didn't have him, he didn't have this Draco who'd say something like this to harry, he didn't have this Draco who didn't care anymore, he didn't had this Draco who didn't love Harry. He never had this Draco but he likes to think that he had him, if only for a little while but he knew he didn't. Harry knew in those moments that he had already left, the Draco he loved was lost, somewhere wher Draco had gone to and left him there, perhaps in a safe place, In a pandora box away from the world because it was too precious. He was gone.

And he had walked letting Harry fetch himself out.

This was not his Draco. This wasn't his Draco.

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