About my blog

Hey guys, welcome to my blog (which was previously known as 'thelightfury115').

This is my happy place, the place I come to take a breather from real life insanity. Things that help me do that will therefore be reblogged here. Mostly, this will be drarry, but also literally anything I find amusing or important. I also post original content when real life allows me to be creative, most of which is drarry fics (you can find my AO3 here). Do not repost my works without my permission.

This blog ships and lets ship. This blog knows that J K Rowling is a massive bigot and does not support her in the slightest. This blog knows that trans rights are human rights. This blog doesn’t kink shame. This blog doesn’t character bash (if I state I don’t like a character I’ll tag it as #anti [insert name here]). This blog is made by an adult and therefore may have explicit content (always tagged #nfsw or #nsfwish). It’s your responsibility to filter those tags if you do not wish to see them. This blog does not support reposters as they are stealing other people's property. This blog will never be put behind a paywall (seriously Tumblr, what the fuck.).

Tagging System:

To try and find my stuff (Tumblr willing), I endeavor to use the following tags (though older stuff will likely not follow all of this):

In front of any triggering content, I usually put tw ‘word’, so for depression I’d put ‘#tw depression’. Anything you’d like me to add a tag to, please let me know <3

Finally: Asks, Prompts, and Tags:

I absolutely love getting asks, whether that’s for a fic, advice, drabbles and headcanons, or just to say hi. You’re always welcome to send me an ask, but with fic requests I can’t make any promises I’ll get to them fast (or at all) due to real life. I also have a few squicks (infidelity being the main one), so those requests/prompts will just be deleted sorry. I also love being tagged in things and if I can, I will do it, but I don't do piccrews because I'm weird lol ♥️

Hope you enjoy my blog! <3

"Sorry's Not Good Enough"

Thinking about Harry growing up hearing ‘Sorry’s not good enough’ and just learning it’s pointless to apologise, as it’s just spat back in your face anyway. 

Thinking about him really struggling to apologise to people, and mainly doing so by buying people gifts or making reconciliation gestures of some kind. 

Thinking of him building a relationship with Draco, who, for all his family’s faults, always taught him the importance of apologising to the people you love.

Thinking about Draco getting more and more frustrated when, no matter what, Harry doesn’t outright apologise for things. He changes his behaviour, sure, but it still stings and reinforces old stereotypes — the golden boy, too high and mighty to consider how a lowly ex-death eater feels. And what stings more is that everytime they fight, Draco makes sure to apologise to Harry. 

Thinking about it all coming to a head after they have a stupid fight about something that doesn’t even matter, and Draco’s still a little too amped-up. When he apologises and Harry graciously accepts, saying it’s okay, Draco just sighs, the spark of annoyance reigniting in his chest instantly. Thinking about Harry just flinching, trying to shrug it off, appease Draco in some way, whilst fighting off the shame his Aunt and Uncle drowned him in as a child. Thinking about everything ramping all the way back up until they’re both yelling at each other again, and Draco just leaves, screaming about how he knew Saint Potter could never truly value a death eater as a friend. 

Thinking about Harry destroying his house until all he could do was curl into a ball and sob. 

Tagged by @stargazing-enby, thank you! I also haven't done one of these in a long time lol <3

Last song: Who I Am, Jessica Andrews

Favorite color: Blue, particularly royal blue and teal!

Last film/show: White Collar

Sweet/savory/spicy: I prefer sweet and savory over spicy, but I always change between the two. I think my favourite thing is sweet AND savory together!

Relationship status: Engaged (going to be married this year!!!)

Last thing I googled: Um... things to do in my local area this weekend with my friends

Current obsession: Food 🤣 but otherwise Steddie!

Last book: I got 1/3rd of the way through A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and life got in the way lol.

Looking forward to: Getting married, spending more time with my soon-to-be-wife, cat and dog... and whatever else the year brings!

Tagging: um... god, I'm not good at being around at the moment, so I don't know who to tag! Whoever wants to do this! <3

Excerpt from a fanfic I'll never write:

"Wait!" Draco called, scrambling to catch up. "Harry, please!" But Harry just kept moving, the distance between them widening. Panic gripped Draco's chest.

"Do I really mean so little to you that you won't even ask my side?" he yelled.

For one excruciating moment, Harry's gaze found his. Then, jaw clenched, he turned on the spot and was gone.

Six Some Sentence Sunday

From my WIP that is slowly but surely progressing

“Thanks,” Harry said, grabbing half the books while Malfoy grabbed the rest. Only when they got outside did he wonder if they’d thought this through. “Are you gonna get these home okay?”

Even with Harry carrying some, Malfoy looked very weighed down.

“Um, I’ll- it’s just a short jump, I-I can manage,” he said, unable to hold his gaze. “A-and thanks again, Potter. I p-promise I won’t incur any l-late fees on your card, or d-damage the books or-or anything like that.”

“I know you won’t, it’s fine. And it’s nothing, really.” He paused, feeling the call of his bed but unable to ignore the tremor in Malfoy’s arms that was growing progressively more pronounced. “I don’t mind coming with you to help you—”

“N-no, really, I’ve got it.” Malfoy said, more forcefully now, a very fake smile practically begging him to leave. “Thank you, Potter.”

“Er, okay.” He awkwardly deposited the books on top of Malfoy’s pile. “I guess I’ll see you soon.”

Another fake smile. Harry’s stomach curdled.

“See you soon.”

20 questions for fic writers!

Thanks for the tag @maesterchill! I haven't done something like this in so long lol.

I took a leaf from your book and put my answers under the cut :D

"I Have a Room Here"

Thanks to @stargazing-enby for the screaming, @rei382 for the alpha, and @annanother-thing for the beta!

2.5k words. TW: Minor panic attacks. Draco has anxiety.

“I have a room here,” he blurts out. 

He’s in the hallway, making his way out of the building when he sees him entering. Sees his eyes widen in recognition. Sees his carefully constructed world set to crumble around him. 

 “I— I mean I live here. Now. I’m not here illegally, or doing anything dodgy. While I'm—” His leg jigs. “I— I have a room here and I like it and I can't move, please don't make me.”

He frowns, and it's almost convincing, almost makes him believe he's not just a lion lying in the grass, waiting to pounce.

“I'm not here to make you leave. I have a room here too. I moved in last week. Ask the landlord.” He regards Draco for a moment. “I couldn’t make you move if I wanted to, Draco.” He pauses, as though for effect. Draco’s skin crawls. “And I would never want to do that.”

He knows it's a lie, that it’s just a matter of time, but he nods and scarpers anyway, door slamming too loudly behind him.

“Oh.” Draco claps a hand to his mouth, heart pounding when emerald eyes land on him. 

“No, wait—” he calls, and Draco curses the way his entire body freezes. 

“You don’t have to leave. Just— come and do your laundry. I’m almost done anyway.”

He can’t keep from chewing his cheek whilst loading the machine. And then his change won’t fit in the slot. And then the air, too humid and sweet and dizzying, starts to close in around him.

“Er, Malfoy—”

“Shut up.”

He can feel him staring, can imagine the self-righteous look, can hear the taunt in his voice. 

“I just—”

“No.”

His eyes sting, his fists clench, and the stupid coin keeps hitting the steel slot.

“Please, can I—?”

“Just leave.”

He’s wailing and he knows it, but a moment later there’s a sigh and slow footsteps recede, and he finally takes a shaky breath. 

On the next try, the coin clunks into the machine. 

Six Sentence Sunday

Contrary to how things have seemed, I am alive, and I am working on a fic. Gonna try to be a bit more active from now on, so, here's approx 6 sentences from my current WIP, Will You Carry My Scars? As always in my fics, there do be angst.

His voice came out too hollow. Too raspy. He fought to clear it. But beside him, Potter nodded, and the urge to find better, happier words died. 

“Those were simpler times, weren’t they?” Potter asked a few moments later, voice low and melancholic once more. 

Draco could barely force a hum past the tightness in his throat.

Yet despite the heaviness suddenly clinging to him again, the weight of Potter’s understanding—the wordless permission to not mask the pain—felt like a gift. Like he could breathe again. Just a little.

“Something like that.”