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I GOT ANOTHER COMM FROM THE AMAZING @substellaris AND IT’S PERCTORIA AND I’M GOING TO SCREAM

This is one of those fics that I loved so much that I knew I was going to bind it as soon as I finished it. Especially since I'd recently created a typeset for Persuasion that I knew would work perfectly for this fic.

Some new techniques I used for this bind:

First time I did a cutout on the cover. I wanted to have it peek through the end papers but I just could not figure out how to do it. So I decided to mount the art on the backside of the cover and then hide it behind the endpapers.

First time I speckled the edges! It's not nearly as messy as I thought it'd be, but I do have an extreme aversion to the texture of toothbrush bristles, so I had to be a grown up and get over it, because it is the easiest way to do these.

The endpapers on my bind were made by my beautiful and lovely friend @maleekamolscreates, and the ones I used for Fluffy's bind are my beloved Ink Drops cardstock.

I used white HTV for the lettering on my copy, but silver on the author copy (which now I wish I'd used on mine, but no big deal.)

The gorgeous art was made by @substellaris, commissioned by @upon-poppyhills.

Crash Into Me

by poppyhills | E | 31K | Drarry

He leans back, taking a moment to appreciate the mess he’s made of Potter’s lips — all red and wet and so fucking sweet. Draco nearly goes in for another taste, but Potter’s arm winding around his waist to pull him flush reminds him of something. He presses a palm on Potter’s chest. “Potter, your snake,” he says breathlessly. Potter blinks, slow and heavy. “Oh, I —” A deep flush creeps up his neck as Potter drops his gaze. “I can’t help that.” “What —” Draco looks down as well and nearly chokes on his own tongue as the suspiciously hard length pressed against his thigh makes itself known. Merlin on a bike. “I’m talking about the actual snake on your arm, you idiot!” “Oh.” The hold on Draco’s waist disappears as Potter lifts his arm and speaks to the sunbeam in rapidfire Parseltongue. The snake tosses him a vaguely annoyed look, as if Draco spoiled its fun, the creepy pervert, before it untangles from Potter and leaps into the water, disappearing in a blur. “Gods, those things are fast.” “Malfoy?” “Hm?” Draco turns absently. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

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