For some reason, after I posted this, it disappeared. So here it is again.
I love everything about this bind. The end.
(Did I hit the lemon theme hard? Yes. Do I regret it? I do not.)
Usually, I'd complain about whatever I messed up here but I didn't mess up anything! It's perfect! I love every little bit of it! (Okay, if pushed, I'd say I wish I'd used slightly darker paint on the borders of the cover, but I also like how they're kind of invisible.)
Let's see. I bought the lemon graphics off etsy, and used them all over the book. The end papers are just a bunch of them layered. I love them. I even foiled one on the other side of the endpapers, just for fun.
The stenciling came out beautifully. The vinyl gave me no trouble. I don't even know what to say about this except I can't wait to read it.
Body text: Corundum Text (as usual) Chapter titles: MrsSaintDelafield Pro Drop caps and titles: Fino Pro
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He looked like he’d flipped his long hair over to one side and messily tucked it behind his ear. There was a pot on the stove. He was cutting something very finely. The table was already set. A stumpy old candle, fished out of God knew where, stuck out from the neck of an old bottle that stood in the middle of the table. The wireless was on, softly playing scratchy old tunes.
“Oh,” Malfoy said, noticing Harry. He halted a little, seemingly unsettled. “Hello. How did your exams go?”
Harry frowned at him. At the kitchen, the candle. “Fine,” he said. “Good, maybe. I don’t know. What’s this?”
Malfoy put down the knife, wiping his hands on the towel. “What’s what?”
“This,” Harry said, gesturing around him.
“Well. Dinner.” Malfoy turned to stir at the pot as he added, talking fast, “I thought you’d want to celebrate, you see. And I was bored, and I’d gotten these lovely mushrooms and it was a good excuse to clear out the kitchen for once, and for. . .”
“I’m—” Harry frowned, blinking quickly. “I’m having drinks with the others. At a pub.” He licked his lips. “I can’t have dinner.”
“Oh, well, then,” Malfoy peered into the pot. He gave Harry a short wave of a gesture, as though dismissing the topic altogether.
Okay, look. Look. I know, this is not some obscure fic that no one's ever heard of. But I would never feel complete if I didn't post it in my recs here. And there are people who haven't read it! This situation must be rectified.
I also know that not everyone is as feral about this fic as I am. If you can't stand Harry being a jerk to Draco, well, then you aren't going to enjoy a good portion of this book. (For whatever reason, this doesn't bother me. See also I do not love you, The Man Who Forgot, Ship of Theseus, among others)
But if that's not a deal breaker for you, I beg you to read this. The writing is exquisite. The pining is painful. The angst is angsty. But the happy ending makes it all worth it.
There is not a podfic of this fic, but when I say I'd give my left arm to have the permission to make on, I mean it. (Not my right arm, because that's where my GfD tattoo is.)
Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter.
A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.
Guys, this fic. THIS FIC.
Is not a vacation fic per se, but they do find themselves in Luxor and do some vacation-adjacent activites, so I hope it counts. The way Tepre describes the city made me want to go to Egypt ASAP. The people, the scents, the views, the climat. Hypnotising.
Guys, it’s a bonding fic. And such a refined one too. The backstories of both Draco and Harry's families are so well developed they could be the subject of another two books at least. The angst. The hurt. The jealousy. The pining. The mis-fucking-understatements. The unresolved sexual tension. And then the resolved sexual tension. It’s just all here and it’s absolutely off the charts. Oh, and it was also my candidate for day 27. Just FYI 🥵😇
This is one of the fics that you cannot believe it is not a novel sold in bookstores and analysed in English Lit classes. The way it explores Harry's background has just become canon in my head, it was so special to read!
There’s also this unbelievable art by @zigster-ao3. There’s even the most touching MUSIC THEME by @bettydice. There’s the most perfect bind by @sits-bound. There’s a superb book cover by @zeziliazink (I am actually pretty sure all of the above made me move this fic a bit higher on my TBR list. I can’t thank you enough 😭). Somehow, there’s no podfic? Why? Can someone please fix this state of things?
I’ve inhaled read it once on my phone and then reread it once again on my kindle just so I could highlight some of the literary genious lines. Have a look under the cut and then go sing high praises to Godesses of Fanfiction via kudos and comments <3
Thank you @hprecfest for this prompt, it was lovely to include this theme in the recs!
And thank you @tepre for sharing your stories with us!
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Harry wanted to disappear into the feeling of Draco’s teeth on his lip. The feeling of his thigh between Harry’s legs, of his rolling thrusts, of Draco’s hip against his cock, of Draco’s own hardness pressing into him through a thin layer of fabric. Can you want something more in the process of having it, he wondered, vaguely, and Draco panted against his wet mouth — chin damp, red from Harry’s stubble — and said in a voice that was more sand than words,
“If— You can’t leave. You can’t die on me, you can’t—”
“I’m not. I won’t. I—”
*melting into the gound*
“Jesus,” Draco said. Harry’s habit in his mouth.
So simple, yet so telling. Did you know that when someone copies your way of saying things or mimics you in conversation, it often happens unconsciously and you can take it as a completent. Because it means this person likes it and most probably likes you.
Just a fun fact, not me getting emotional about it, nope
Draco had stopped breathing. His mouth was open, his jaw cocked, his face aflame. Harry wanted him. Wanted him desperately, in that moment. Wanted to take him from the world, from its small distractions and pointless conversations. Wanted to give him something better.
Is that not the most romantic sentence ever???
The freckle from last summer was back, a faint little dot high on Draco’s cheekbone.
Draco stirred when Harry leaned close to kiss it. He turned to his other side, grabbing one of Harry’s hands to take with him — wrapping Harry’s arm around himself, tucking it to his chest.
Harry hid his face to the jut of Draco’s spine, to the messy tangle of his hair, and tried to breathe through the tight squeeze of his heart. Breathe through the terrifying space that had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and settled behind his chest as though it had always been there. A room of requirement, waiting for someone to call it by its name.
A room of requirement, waiting for someone to call it by its name.
😭😭😭
Harry looked at him, at a loss for what to say. How could love be proven in the span of a sentence? How could he use words, slippery things that they were, when what he needed was to tread carefully, lightly? He only knew how to walk through a wall. He only knew how to fall, how to crash.
Ladies and Gentelmen, Harry J. Potter, my favourite human disaster </3
He had spent the last three years watching this man come into his own, and who would not find love in that? In seeing someone learn the steps to a dance, then move across the floor with confidence? In seeing someone try on a garment perfectly made for them, in seeing them discover a good flavour, a soft touch?
This sentence right here. Oh man, it is just so raw and true, watching someone you care about grow and become who they are meant to be is just the most exceptional experience :')
hello! I'm looking for a drarry fic where the war was recently over and Lucius Malfoy died. Draco gave harry a coin from Harry's distant ancestors, an arabian lady and a Potter were getting married. The coin had been sent to Draco's aunt Cecilia Malfoy. Harry went with Draco to Malfoy Manor to find out more. Cecilia'd written to the Potter who was getting married and was very heartbroken and possesive over him. She put a spell on the letters she wrote and when Harry and Draco were both touching the letter it activated. Both of them woke up in St. Mungos' and were delirious, only wanting to touch each other. Their families came to a decision and Draco moved to Grimmauld Place so they could cope I guess.
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Grounds for Divorce was the fic that made me want to start binding fics and this was one of my first casebound books. It turned out pretty well, though I learned a lot through trial and (lots of) error while making it. This was also the first time I attempted any lettering on the covers which takes forever without a cricut but I really like the look! I think I might make another copy of this in the future...I’ve learned a lot about typesetting and bookbinding since making this and would love to give this another go (and also I can never have too many copies of this beautiful fic)!
Just reread Grounds For Divorce and, after almost 4 years, the story that made me reconnect with the Drarry fandom it's still my favourite fic in the world. @tepre 's writing is just bloody amazing and this story is so very dear to me. 💕 the slow burn, the way tepre wrote a bonding story that is realistically painful, with characters that are evolving every chapter, how they grow and change and bloom apart and together as life keeps moving forward. This is such a gorgeous love story, and such a beautiful ode to family roots, to finding our way back to our ancestors' homelands. About falling in love but keeping our loved one's decisions first and our desires second. Aywa, my heart, habibti, I'll be foverer in love with this. Eternal shukran for this tale 💜 Mashallah!
