Doing this to impress @its-the-allure, thanks for tagging me! And what a year, am I right, LOL

December

New Heavens (3k, G)

Percy lasts six and a half years.

Go Up to Gilead (106k, E)

The Aurors are Harry’s whole world—right up until he carries Draco Malfoy out of Azkaban in his arms.

Harry can’t keep both, so he’s got to choose: forfeit the world, or forfeit his soul?

Clear, Warm Light (36k, E)

Instead of going to Hogwarts for eighth-year, Harry goes to bed.

Blossom the Lovely Stars (33k, E) *finished, from 2022

After three weeks and four days of dating, Draco asks Harry to stay for the holidays. Harry agrees.

Sweet to Your Taste (6k, E)

It’s just like Draco to fall prey to the machinations of his fellow Slytherins.

This time, he ends up owning a bakery.

Burn Like Fire (4k, E)

Harry comes out of the Forest dead inside.
Draco’s going to bring him back to life.

November

Ye Olde Publick Indecency (3k, E)

Draco and Harry get separated for ten minutes at the Mediaeval Fayre, which demands a carnal reunion.

October

Each According to Its Kind (10k, E)

Draco has one goal: become the best Obliviator the Ministry has ever seen.
Everything proceeds exactly according to plan…
Until he’s assigned to deal with a SNAKE SWARM in Godric’s Hollow.

Sleep, My Love (13k, M)

Why does Minerva McGonagall always wear green?

September

The Work of His Hands (digital art, E)

It’s not the first time Harry’s got a head injury. It is the first time he loses his ability to write.
Now it’s up to Harry’s brilliant and beautiful husband Draco to save the day.
Bending a naked and gorgeous Harry over Draco’s desk is an unconventional Healing strategy, but the Boy Who Lived has never been a conventional wizard.

Wherever He Leads Me (11k, E)

Draco never knows when a certain someone’s stag Patronus will block his path as he’s trying to sneak out of a memorial or leap on his pelvis during yoga class.

A Line-storm Song (12k, E)

Harry holds it together for five years after the war. Well—he sort of holds it together. Then his Auror partner Pansy Parkinson says it’s going to rain.

En Passant (46k, E)

An en passant capture can only be made by another pawn, and it is only possible on the move immediately after the enemy pawn lands shoulder-to-shoulder with his opponent.

Nine days before the end of Draco’s probation, a grievously injured Auror Potter crashes through the roof of the Malfoy Manor and lands in Draco’s arms.

It’s Draco’s first capture of the game.

Or maybe it’s the other way around.

August

Bad Cop, Good Boy (1k, E)

Five times Harry Potter is a cop, plus one time he’s still a cop. A bad one? Well, that depends entirely on the beholder.

July

Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound (51k, E)

Harry Potter can’t sleep.

June

The Winds Forbid (8k, T)

The third letter Petunia receives from Albus Dumbledore simply can’t be right.

See Me and Live (37k, E)

Harry and Draco are roommates. They’re coworkers. They’re secret boyfriends. And now they’re having a baby together!?

One Warm Line (1k, E)

This pain is part of being human.

May

Love Will Abide (41k, E)

Harry and Draco survive the apocalypse.
This is what happens after.

April

Stand in the Shadow of the Moon (4k, E)

Husbands Harry and Draco road trip to Maumee, Ohio to experience totality at the 8 April 2024 solar eclipse.

March

Bike Dream (27k, E)

Draco’s going to learn to ride a bike if it’s the last thing he does.

Bridal Rose (2k, E)

Harry would do anything.

The Dancing Hours (2k, E)

Harry begged. Draco couldn’t say no.

A Soft, Low Strain (2k, E)

Harry can’t help that it feels so good.

February

Perennial Blooms (5k, E)

The flowers keep coming back.

I’ll Find You Again (I Always Do) (15k, E)

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter make a pact that if they’re both still single on New Year’s Day in ten years’ time, they’ll get married.

It’s a long ten years.

January

Get What You Knead (7k, E)

You can’t always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes…
You might find
You—

All told, this was somewhere in the realm of 500kish ??? !! So

Sometimes it feels like the only way to write is, like, through extreme austerity measures. Only spend words on important stuff. Meaningful stuff. Worthy stuff. But now and at the hour of 2024’s death I want to make a case for the idea of abundance. I mean—the idea of abundance. I mean—knowing that the well doesn’t run dry from spending the words, it runs dry from clutching them in your hands, waiting for the most perfect, worthy thing to trade them for.

I mean—the voice that says you’re going to run out, you’re going to waste the few words you have, you don’t have enough, you don’t have enough, you don’t have enough is trying to protect you, but it’s wrong.

I mean—that voice doesn’t know you can see one story through the prism of another. It doesn’t know a story can illuminate other structures. It doesn’t know that sometimes characters in a piece that seems unimportant shout the solution to your problem or worry or heartbreak to another character while you’re not paying attention.

I mean—that voice doesn’t know that if you keep a packet of seeds in the cupboard, all you’ll end up with is seeds, but if you plant them—

I mean—you can barely hold anything with your fingers in fists.

I mean—what if you opened your hands?

Percy moves towards the front walk. The back of his throat burns. All the simple spells for reflux stopped working—Merlin, years ago. At least a decade.

He reaches the door. Lifts his hand. Knocks. 

The roll of laughter inside stops. 

It hurts, but not as much as the wait. If they don’t answer, he won’t have the courage to come back, and in that case, he might as well walk into the Veil.

Magic like a heat wave sends a shiver down his spine, and then the latch clicks. The door opens.

It’s Harry with his hand on the latch and fire in his eyes, his feet planted in the threshold, blocking most of Draco’s body with his. Percy can’t remember what Harry looked like when he was laughing a minute ago.

Somehow, he thought it would be Harry stepping in, but it’s Draco with his hand on Harry’s shoulder. The air between Harry and Percy shudders. It doesn’t look like Draco’s holding Harry back. It doesn’t look like he’s stopping Harry from doing anything. It only looks like he’s resting his hand on his husband’s shoulder, a comforting touch. 

But the magic against Percy’s chest is like a fist, prodding at him. The magic wants him gone. Draco must be keeping Harry in check, or Harry might touch him. Shove him. Punch him.

“Hello, Percy.” Draco’s tone is light, the way it always is at the Burrow. He’s unfailingly polite. Quietly witty. Percy’s mother loves him. If—by some miracle—she doesn’t love Draco more than she loves Percy, she will soon. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Harry’s lip curls.

“I know it’s late. I—I apologise for how late it is. I wondered if I could come in.”

Read New Heavens on AO3

Or start with Former Things Come to Mind on AO3

Got tagged by @vukovich so I will take this just as seriously as the Christmas one!

Starlight in the Void: They miss the moment of the New Year because they’re staring into each other’s eyes and gently kissing

Burn Like Fire: They miss the moment of the New Year because they’re vigorously shagging

Each According To Its Kind: Draco has his eyes squeezed shut at the moment of the New Year and is repeating no animals no animals no animals while Harry tries to kiss him and eventually succeeds

En Passant: Draco loudly proclaims “This year I resolve to see zero chess pieces as I am no longer haunted by that cursed game!” while Harry tries to hide the chess set he got Draco as a gift behind his back

Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound: Harry has sweated through his clothes dancing; Draco finds this maddeningly hot

I am tagging @its-the-allure and @itsphantasmagoria!