He'd spent the whole day racking his brain, trying to come up with something that would cheer Harry up when Ron Weasley came barreling through their shop five minutes before closing. But Draco couldn't shake the way Harry had looked at him the night before, like he'd had everything taken away from him the light dimming in his eyes. Harry had come into work just as cheerful as he always was, smiling at Draco and handing him a peppermint mocha. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (Part 12)ĭraco couldn't help feeling like he'd messed everything up. Just jumped into the ocean together like kidsĪ physical reminder is more than I can bear Then I'll try to hold us together somehow.īy the way we looked at each other in Cocoa

Spanish moss and the smell of gunpowder over ApopkaĪnd I'll take your picture in this light.īut I've been under the knife enough for all of us Only the sound of fireworks in every direction My eyes glaze over and downtown blurs togetherĬheating death is just another thing I'd do

it takes ages and I never get anything done #because I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF OKAY #which is not to say you can't just litter my ask box #by all means DO #I just can't promise speed #or anything resembling a reasonable word count #second I finished this and never read it twice so it probably has terrible rhythm #I'm p sure the ending feels like it comes too abruptly #I promise I'll get it edited when it goes to ao3 #third #full disclosure I've never been to new york so this is entirely based on like Google searches and too many romcoms #forth #I was stressed a mutual reblogged Tessa and Scott doing Moulin Rouge at PyeongChang and I am weak ok #I went down a figure skate spiral and ended up on kurt browning doing rag-gidon-time #I already had this half written but watching browning fall to his butt gave me the last push I needed #and then I had the time of my life writing josh as the human disaster he is #tww fic mine #az answersĪrms crossed like a flagpole in a hurricane #the west wing #a few notes about this fic: #one the length of this little monster is the reason I refrain from doing too many prompts.

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