#by the grace

[appleslightning]

by the grace by lettered

when I drew this I had no idea that this scene in the fic was inspired by this art by alekina! so this ended up being a fanart of a fanfic of a fanart. telephone game much?

[de-angulorum-et-angelorum]

By the Grace (139812 words) by lettered Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

[letteredlettered]

Hi ! I Hope you are doing well :)

You are an amazing author, I have read all your h/d and what I love the most is the power balance between them. Table turns and it's very refreshing. I suck at reading and understanding people but in your fic I always understand why they love each other : the pining is mutual, even when it's not at the same time, and at the end the love feels equal.

And your Harry and Draco are totally spot on in my opinion, Harry cannot be completely goofy and full of life with his terrible childhood, and Draco is not a kitten savior. A line from ACT was perfect : "After all, Draco was a genius, and he was also a cheater at Quidditch. Some things didn't change."

But I wanted to ask you something !!

I had a CRAZY theory for Draco in By The Grace, and I can't get it out of my head so I wanted some (un)confirmation.

Sometimes Kavika had some thoughts about what Harry feels for Draco that was so DRACO's : he doesn't need to be forgiven, but wants to believe in the possibility of changes. ("I mean it. What would be the point?" Kavika swallowed before she spoke, and when she did hier voice was thick, even rougher than usual)

At the end, Draco tells Harry that he finally think of himself instead of saving the World, and that was so Kavika.

So, if the wizarding World IS really about 12 peoples, Draco may be Kavika under polyjuice ? (I know, they are in the same place at the Christmas party...)

I don't know if it's total crack, or if I missed some huge plot here

Thank you for all your work <3

this ask is very brilliant. It's very true that the point of Kavika is that there are only 12 people in the wizarding world. Lots of people had trouble with the fact that Kavika knew Harry personally and was also his friend. It was supposed to be kind of a problem; the problem was that Harry is so famous, and the wizarding world is so small, that finding a therapist is extra hard? I was thinking of celebrities who all see the same celebrity doctor because who else has experience with the shit they have to go through? But that is also toxic.

Anyway, I didn't plan for Kavika to be Draco, and the point in their similarities was meant to be that both Kavika and Draco really wanted things that were good and healthy for Harry, but it was really kind of suffocating because they are so close to him in different ways. i don't really think I pulled this off, so anyway, if you want there to be a Secret Polyjuice Conspiracy Plot, I encourage you to run with the theory!!!

Thank you for your thoughts <3

[dewitty1]

By the Grace

lettered @letteredlettered

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Original Characters, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Anxiety, Depression, Nightmares, PTSD, Therapy, Lots and lots of coffee, reference to suicide attempt (in the past), Panic Attacks, Blood purity

Summary:

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

Excerpt:

Harry’s voice eventually came back to him, a shallow, croaking thing. “Hadn’t we better go out there, then?” he asked, gesturing somewhat half-heartedly toward the door.

Malfoy gave another jerking shake of his head. “You can’t say things like that.”

Realizing his gaze had wandered to Malfoy’s lips, Harry jerked his head back up to Malfoy’s eyes. They were hot and silver, liquid metal pouring into him.

“I’ve been good.” Malfoy licked his lips. “I’ve tried to be good. I’ve done everything I possibly . . .”

“You are good,” Harry said, and colour popped into Malfoy’s cheeks, sudden and hot.

“Things like that,” Malfoy went on. “You can’t say things like that. It’s not fair of you, to me; you’re not being fair to me, knowing that I—I never brought it up. I stayed away. I tried to stay away; I . . .” Malfoy turned away, teeth baring in frustration.

Harry felt badly. He shouldn’t say what he was about to say. He said it anyway. “Why did you break up with Rune?”

“Things like that,” Malfoy said, gaze swinging back to pin him, to bore straight through him like the round heads of hammers. “It’s not fair.”

“You’re right,” Harry said. “I’ve been unfair. I—I didn’t know what I felt.”

Malfoy’s gaze swept down, away from him.

Harry realized their positions were reversed, now. Malfoy had been standing here, by the window, three years ago at the end of term, just after graduation. Harry had been standing where Malfoy was now. “I know what I feel now,” Harry said again. “I don’t know if you still feel the same, or—”

“The same?” Malfoy’s voice was low, a little threatening. “You said we could never feel the same. Never . You said—”

“I know what I said,” Harry said. “I was wrong.”

Malfoy took a noisy breath, then another one, breathing hard. “But you . . . You can’t. You said you wouldn’t. You told me—”

“I was wrong,” Harry said again, stepping toward him.

Malfoy jerked back, almost violently. He seemed on the verge of hyperventilation. “But I had to—I had to rebuild every brick of myself, every cell, when you said you could never . . . I—I lost myself, all the things that drove me forward. I had to start over.”

“I think that’s why I—” Harry had to resist going to him, touching him. Malfoy looked like he was in actual pain, and Harry shifted his weight, shuffling. “I think that’s why I fell in love with you,” Harry said. “I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t notice it was happening. You were just so—so brave, and so stubborn, and . . .”

“Brave,” Malfoy spat. “Stubborn. Have a Weasley, why don’t you?”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t want one.”

“Right,” Malfoy said, still sarcastic. “Instead you want someone who hurt you, who was a Death Eater, who hurt your friends—”

“You changed.”

“Too late! I’d already changed, when I joined the Academy! I’d already—I wanted to become an Auror so you would—I—I renounced my past; I defended Reveal; I thought it would be enough for you to—to—to want me, but you didn’t, Potter; you didn’t care about me at all!”

“I know,” Harry said. “I didn’t want you then. I didn’t want someone who would do all that for me. It’s when you started doing it for yourself, I—I don’t know, Malfoy. Draco. You made me believe we can change. I can change. And I did. You gave me hope, Draco. Hope I didn’t even know I needed.”

“Well, that’s bloody fine!” Tears sprang into Malfoy’s eyes, and Harry resisted going to him once again, still uncertain, still unsure. “That’s bloody fine for you!”

Harry’s hands twitched. “I’m not telling you this—I’m not expecting anything in return,” he ended up saying. “I’m not—I’m just—you said I wasn’t being fair.” Harry locked his hands together in front of him. “I thought you deserved to know.”

“Oh, thanks for that! Sure!” One of the tears actually made it out, dropping from a lash.

Malfoy wasn’t full on crying, but Harry thought if maybe Malfoy did return some of his feelings—or maybe was just remembering them, how intense they had been—maybe this would hurt a lot, or feel unkind. Harry regretted that, but he didn’t regret telling Malfoy. It took a certain kind of courage, he realized, to tell someone you loved them without expecting that they would love you back, but there was a freedom in it too. You could love enough that you could love any choice that other person made, and feel some solace in it as long as they were happy.

“Thanks,” Malfoy said again. “‘Not expecting anything in return.’ That’s a load of bollocks. I said forever, didn’t I? Did you think I was exaggerating?”

Harry’s heart leapt into his throat, and all thoughts of solace or freedom or courage left him. “Do you mean you . . .” He trailed off, then cleared his throat. His hands twitched again. “You did say you remade every cell.”

“Potter, you fool,” Malfoy muttered. “My body doesn’t know how to make a cell that doesn’t love you.”

“Oh,” Harry breathed.

“You want to know why I broke up with Rune? You want to know why I can’t have other romantic relationships? You want to know why my Pensieve is full of you and why I can’t sleep at night and why half of the time won’t come near you and why just a look from you, just a word, is something I live on for hours, days, weeks, why summer is torture and I don’t mind coming back to this Merlin-forsaken place year after year after year—”

“I thought it’s because you wanted to be an Auror.”

Malfoy threw up his hands. “I’ve been expelled! I’ll never be an Auror! Here I am!”

Harry swallowed, his eyes drifting back down to Malfoy’s lips. “Here you are,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“Prove it.” Harry’s eyes jerked up again, and Malfoy rolled his own. “If this was actually happening, he went on, “and wasn’t some wild gay fantasy borne out of exhaustion, you’d have kissed me already, and we would probably be—I don’t know—fucking over your desk—”

“I couldn’t before,” Harry said. “Not while you were still a student.”

“See, that’s another thing you’d say in one of my elaborate fantasies: you fantasizing about fucking me while I was still a student—”

“You were fucking me,” Harry said. “In the fantasies.”

“Potter,” Malfoy said, impatient now. “How am I meant to believe—”

He cut himself off when Harry came toward him, and the problem was that in all of Harry’s fantasies, Malfoy was the one beating him in the sparring match. Malfoy was taking care of him, in love with him, and it had been that way for so long—Malfoy bringing him coffee, Malfoy guarding his door, Malfoy pining while Harry just tried to live his life. Harry had been struggling for so long, just trying to make it through the days, that when he imagined himself with Malfoy, he imagined falling and Malfoy being there to catch him—but it worked both ways.

Harry could catch Malfoy too.

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[drarry-picrew]

Fic rec!! It's taken me a while to get around to reading this fic but holy shit it was wonderful when I finally did. One of those stories that makes you pause when you finish and so beautifully written. Hats off to @letteredlettered that final chapter blew me away.

❤❤❤❤❤

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Worst pain

[becquerel]

the way homestuck did its clouds...

[autistme]

shes so

update:

[ruegarding]

that scene in tlo where thalia tells percy he can't start feeling sorry for luke bc luke made his choices. and thalia reveals that the reason they couldn't make it to camp in time for all of them to make it to camp was bc luke kept picking fights. and annabeth never saw this as wrong bc luke was her hero. so thalia had to pick up the pieces. and percy thinking both that luke was put in a cruel position and that luke was putting others in a cruel position. and percy is the only character who understood both sides of luke bc annabeth sees only the best of him and thalia sees only the worst. and that's why percy is the prophecy kid and the one who gives luke the knife. bc annabeth had spent the entire series essentially giving luke the knife when he didn't deserve it. and thalia was never going to give luke the knife. but percy is the only one who can see exactly when luke deserves the knife.

[junkfoodcinemas]

Spider-Man 3 (2007) dir. Sam Raimi

[sir-ballister-boldheart]

Go watch it!

Edit: It isn't a rickroll guys 😭 idk why some of you think that 😭

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[sexwithstilinskiandhale]

you're laughing. The umbrella academy's final season destroyed every character's personal growth and semi-healed traumas, left huge plot-holes, completely abandoned some of it's most beloved side characters that were crucial in previous seasons and you're laugh-oh. You're crying. My bad. Go ahead. Let it out. Understandable.

[savagegood]

“Did you see the way that little girl looked at me? Kids. Little kids. They grow up believing that they can be a hero if they drive a sword into the heart of anything different. And I’m the monster? I don’t know what’s scarier. The fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart or that sometimes I just wanna let ‘em.” “We have to get you out of here. Over the wall. We won’t stop until we find some place safe, okay? We’ll go. Together. No matter what we do, we can’t change the way people see us.” “You changed the way you see me... Didn’t you?

NIMONA (2023), based on the comic by ND Stevenson, who came out as transgender in 2022

[zetadyllica]

i’ve been thinking about riordanverse demigods and their mommy issues.

annabeth, piper, alex fierro: my mom is an absent goddess who’s kind of a bitch to me and my loved ones

jason, thalia, hazel: my mom was a messed up person when she was alive

nico, leo, frank, magnus chase: my mom died years ago but she was a wonderful person and i miss her every day

percy jackson and will solace: MY MOM 🤱 is my BEST 🤩 FRIEND 👯 she is so LOVELY 🥰 and KIND 💕 and COOL 😎 and i’m having DINNER 🍽️ WITH HER ON SATURDAY 🥳💫🤪

[groverapologist]

the seven are so funny theyre literally just: abandoned by dad, neglected by dad, dead mom, dead mom, abandoned by dead mom, neglected by dead mom, and percy