#oflights

I still feel like I'm new to all this, it's hard to believe I finished my first bind two years ago. But then I look at that bind and realize, yeah, I've come pretty far. 😅

I wish I could come up with some stats easily, I love stats, but I haven't been great about tracking how many binds I've done. And for some I've done several copies. So obviously I've made many more books than just the number of my tumblr posts would indicate.

But here are some favorites from the past 12 months (images link to posts):

Rookie Moves by peu_a_peu

Steinway!verse by @toomuchplor

Close Behind by @oflights

22 Cards by peu_a_peu

First Watch of Night by @tackytigerfic

Collected Cricklets by @cricketnationrise

All Our Gifts At Once or, the Young Sea-Man by @tiltedsyllogism

Drarry as written by GallaPlacidia

Soulmates by @dodgerkedavra

Okay I have to make myself stop here or I'll just list every bind I made in the past year! But it makes me happy that so many of my binds make me happy!

Also, I have a few that I'm really excited about that haven't made it to their recipients yet, so this is definitely not exhaustive.

Fanfic Classics Series ⏳🪐🌌 This batch of fanfiction deals with the multiverse!!! Time travel!!! Imminent thoughts about life and death!! Past lives and dreams of a future together — get ready to witness a love for the ages.

the earth from a distance by spqr

A Beginner’s Guide to the Afterlife by mcsyndrome

Us, infinite (unfortunately) by @thecouchsofa

"An Emerald In The Sky" by @corvuscrowned

In Every Universe by @skeptiquewrites

Our Little Life by @tackytigerfic

Dwelling by aideomai

there will be time, there will be time by @amywaterwings

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks. by orphan_account

Everything is Relative to You by @thehoneybeet

The Star Splitter by @oflights

art credits + some cover commentary under the cut :)

written for @bloodweaveinn’s New Year’s Prompt Challenge! I rolled a 2 this time, which means my prompt was Growing Old Together. i wasn't really feeling it until a little while ago and just kind of knocked this out in 20 minutes lol. i'm a little late but oh well! it was fun.

enjoy just under 1k words of extremely sappy established bloodweave, post-cure for astarion's vampirism. 😌

“Is that a gray hair?”

Astarion’s outraged cry draws Gale out of his reading, and he looks over the top of glasses at him with a slightly distracted “Hm?”

“Look!” Astarion insists, jabbing his finger at both the mirror—where his reflection can now be found, and though it’s been nearly a year since finding Astarion’s cure, Gale still can’t help looking upon it with pride and affection—and at the top of his head. “I’m going gray, Gale.”

Gale blinks at him, then squints. Astarion huffs automatically, an instinctive response to Gale squinting and a result of the Great Glasses War of 1494 DR, which Gale had summarily lost.

Eager to draw Astarion’s attention from his squinting—gods forbid he make Gale get a thicker pair of lenses—Gale hastily says, “Astarion, your hair is already gray. What are you talking about?”

Astarion gasps. His eyes, luminous and green-gold, as pride-inducing as his reflection, go very wide.

“How dare you. My hair is white blond! It’s platinum! It’s not gray, you heathen.”

“My love,” Gale says soothingly, setting his book aside and holding out two placating arms. “Come here. Let me see it.”

THANK YOU DARLING AAAAAA with the Florist + Hospital AU LETS GO WITH harry in his everyone-has-told-me-i-have-to-be-an-auror-therefore-i-must-be-and-everyone-who-loves-me-can-see-i-hate-it-except-me phase getting sent to st. mungos every other week vs florist-draco-who-delivers-medicinal-bouquets-to-the-hospital-who-just-received-a-request-from-luna-to-deliver-to-an-anonymous-patient MEET CUTE!!!

and draco enters the room like

if the bees know by @oflights (20k, T)

Tags: Kid Fic, Ghosts, Single Parent Draco Malfoy, Ghostbuster Harry Potter, Halloween 👻

There, standing—floating—across the room is an elderly woman with stringy gray hair, papery skin, and a lovely paisley shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She is staring out the window. A light dusting of snow had fallen that morning and the sunlight seems to glow off it, through the glass, and through the woman, because she is clearly noncorporeal. She looks back at Harry, her eyes crinkled but her mouth set firm and sad, maybe a little stubborn. Harry remembers what Nearly Headless Nick told him once about ghosts, about being afraid to face death, choosing instead to remain as an imprint. He remembers being afraid to face death and doing it anyway. Harry smiles at the woman, and feels abruptly saddened by how surprised she is in response. “Hi,” he says, gentle. “I’m Harry. You must be Ruthie.” Harry steps all the way into the room and closes the door behind him.

Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents:

we have heard on high

oflights @oflights

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger,Madam Rosmerta/George Weasley, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Getting Together, Dating, Chocolatier Draco Malfoy, Woodcutter Harry Potter, Chocolate, Trees, Flowers, Singing, Ferret Draco Malfoy, Tree Sex, Drinking, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, H/D Erised 2023, Christmas Carols, Tattooed Harry Potter, Sectumsempra Scars (Harry Potter), Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s)Language: English Collections: H/D Erised 2023 Words: 34,734

Summary:

Reeling from the fallout of a bad breakup, Harry decides to find out who his soulmate is. The bad news: it's Draco Malfoy. The good news: Malfoy doesn't seem to know they're soulmates. The worst news: Harry might be falling for him anyway.

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Excerpt:

“You really are cute as a ferret,” Harry says later. The shop is closed for the night, poor Benjamin has finally been sent home, and Draco has let Harry into the back kitchen, where he’s putting trays of chocolate in the cold cupboard to chill for the night.

Draco gives him a glare, but it seems perfunctory, and after a moment where Harry realizes he’s assessing whether he means it, he tips his nose in the air with a sniff. “Of course I am. Much cuter than that weasel.”

“Well—”

“I can quite easily throw you out of here, you know.”

“There’s no question that you’re cuter than weasel George,” Harry says, finding he means it as he says it. Draco looks assessing again, before turning back to spelling a few molds clean, and Harry watches with delight as a flush crawls up the back of his neck.

He sidles up to the counter, leaning his hip against it and crowding in close. Draco hastily brings out a stack of chocolate bars, shiny and crisp, fanning them across a marble cutting board, concentrating very hard on that as Harry leans in further.

“I’m a bit biased, of course,” Harry says, voice lowered carefully. That back-of-the-neck flush is so close now, and Harry can see it spreading up to Draco’s cheeks.

“Oh?” Draco asks, just the tiniest bit of a shake in his voice. Harry nods, and he thinks Draco can feel it; a particularly unruly lock of his hair brushes the side of Draco’s face.

“Right. Because we’re—well, I’d like—you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you? So of course I think you’re cuter.”

Draco sucks in a breath, and Harry feels that. He watches Draco carefully, can see the smallest twitches in his face at this distance, the way he bites his bottom lip. His hand has the slightest tremor as he picks up a nearby knife and begins chopping up the chocolate bars one by one, steadying as he goes.

“Am I your boyfriend, then?” he asks, eyes rapt on the chocolate. Harry finds himself following his gaze for a moment, watching the chocolate break into shards, listening to the satisfying snaps of the pieces and taps of the knife.

“I’d like you to be,” Harry says, and he looks back at Draco’s face when the knife pauses. Still careful, he adds, “Do you want to be?”

At this point, Draco has kissed him, snogged him, held his hand; he’s dated him rather thoroughly. He’s agreed to all of Harry’s suggestions and propositions and he’s offered some of his own. But he hasn’t outright said how he feels about Harry, and while it’s clear he’s been enjoying himself, Harry finds he needs to hear something real.

Harry knows what he’s asking—are you here with me? He doesn’t want to fall on his own again, not for the one person meant to fall for him in return.

Draco looks down at his chopped-up chocolate pieces. He sets the knife down, and Harry’s nearly disappointed; he loves watching Draco work, will treasure this extended look at it.

But the disappointment clears quickly when Draco twists to the side a bit, facing Harry. He lifts his chin almost defiantly when he says, “Yes. I think I’d like that.”

“Oh, I know you will,” Harry says, and he cups Draco’s cheek and brings his face lower so he can kiss him.

Draco moves his whole body into the kiss, pressing against Harry head to toe. Harry’s back digs into the counter a bit but he can’t possibly mind the position, sandwiched as he is by Draco’s warmth, his lovely scent and the soft, plush press of his mouth on his. He’s open and inviting, and Harry’s almost giddy when they break apart a moment, his smile uncontrollable.

“You’re my boyfriend, then?”

Draco nods, swallowing hard a moment, before saying, “I am. And you’re mine.”

“I am. Merlin, that’s terrific.”

Harry can feel the heat that spreads over Draco’s face at that; he absolutely treasures it. He kisses along the tops of Draco’s pink cheeks, plants something particularly wet and loud on Draco’s jaw, and feels like he’s got Felix Felicis running through his veins when Draco lets out a soft little laugh.

“You’re absurd,” Draco tells him, and Harry just grins back at him until Draco leans in and starts the kiss up again.