All Harry was looking for that night in Knockturn Alley was a quick hook-up. But then he finds himself saving Draco Malfoy from a Dementor attack and taking him home to take care of his injuries and shattered sense of self. Since Draco’s fairy genes kicked in on his twenty-first birthday, he has been homeless and working as a rent boy. […]
It’s been 5 years since the end of the war, but less than a week since Rita Skeeter outed Harry on the front page of The Prophet — and made some rather scandalous insinuations about him and his blond former nemesis. A chance (or is it?) encounter on a street corner reveals just how much has changed… and what remains the same. An over-sized courgette, some olive oil, a bottle of wine, and Ed Kowalczyk make things extra interesting.
Realizing he’s gay is one thing. This unholy mess with Malfoy is something else entirely. In which Harry tries to negotiate the path from self-loathing to some sort of happiness, and in the process learns that Malfoy runs a shop, reads Muggle philosophy, and is a dirty rotten liar. Well, that last one isn’t really a surprise.
Ron is sent to an abandoned warehouse to respond to disturbances, only to get there and find Draco Malfoy, bloody, naked and surrounded by dead people. In comes Healer Harry, assigned to help him and figure out why Draco Malfoy has shown up in St. Mungo’s after he was supposed to be dead. ★ Bottom!Draco 2015: Transformations
At the age of seventeen, Harry finds himself falling in love with a detached Draco Malfoy. Through a series of unfortunate miscommunications and gossip, he had a bad falling out (of love), too. Now, years later, can Harry make amends about a misunderstanding? Would Draco forgive him? ★ Bottom!Draco 2015: Transformations
A few days ago, @apanoplyofsong suggested virgin!Bellamy, so here’s virgin!Bellamy with a side of mid nineteenth century England and entirely too much Clarke backstory, because why the fuck not.
Clarke had never imagined her life would turn out like this. Finn was a respectable officer in the British Army, kind and good natured and the perfect choice for the only daughter of a modestly landed baronet. When she married him her father was still alive and Clarke saw her life stretching placidly out before her— perhaps without the excitement she still sometimes craved, but happily enough.
But then came Finn’s betrayal. It had brought her Raven, of course, for which Clarke was strangely thankful, but placed immense strain on their marriage. When war broke out in a distant Russian territory Clarke was almost relieved, and Finn seemed to feel the same way as he left to lead his men.
He would never return from the Crimean soil that claimed him. Clarke was a widow, and for years she thought that was to be her fate. Lexa had changed everything for her again, but she was long gone now, having traded the stuffy dining rooms of England for the wilds of the Canadian prairies. Part of Clarke had longed to go with her, but that would mean abandoning Arkadia to Cage Wallace, and that Clarke could not countenance. The people who lived on her land were like family and she would not abandon them to a man who would turn them out of their homes before the ink was dry.
But then three months ago, Clarke received word that Wallace was going to press his claim anyway. A single woman with no issue cannot manage an estate in her own name proclaimed the papers his lawyer filed. Therefore the inheritance of Arkadia and all its endowed lands shall pass to the male heir. Wells had tried to fight it but the laws were clear— a woman could not inherit, and her choices were to turn Arkadia over to Cage or marry again and hope for a male heir. (Cage himself had proposed marriage, but Clarke had tossed him out of the house with a shudder at the thought.)
Arkadia was a tempting prize for several eligible bachelors, but Clarke promised herself she would only marry someone she could look upon with some measure of warmth. That ruled out most, and insipid conversation ruled out the rest. And then, quite by chance, she met Bellamy Blake.