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Altered Ateliers | 72k | E
Harry owns a broomshop. Ron runs a broomshop. Draco fixes at a broomshop.
It’s that Harry's name is so messily tangled into Ron’s life—bound together like the flesh and the vein. They exist so gently with each other. Ron patiently waits as Harry breathes. Harry sees daylight in Ron’s eyes. Draco is picking up his own broken pieces and desperately trying to fill the loose gaps in between them, saving himself just a small space.
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Three men and the stories of the highs and lows of each of their lives. How they were broken and how they healed, and how they found love and warmth in each other. Told from three POVs; see how differently, how similar, how flawed the way they see themselves and each other.
Currently working on tidying up my @dronarryfest fic that never made it to the final deadline, Precious Metal. Hoping to post it over the next couple of weeks.
Expect morally grey Ron, Unspeakable Harry, and a shifty, desperate Draco.
Also: the island of Jura, a bonding curse, rogue treasure hunters, and an abandoned cottage.
Spreading fandom love for the holidays! 12 personal favorites from 2023 in 12 days, inspired by this post. As always, please check the tags and author's notes before reading. Enjoy!
Day Five: Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w (Dronarry Fest, rated E, 16K)
Summary: Draco's trying to fix the Burrow, Ron's trying to grieve, and Harry... well, just what is Harry actually doing, anyway?
A tale of grief, gardening, and ghouls, bad memories, bad puns, and bad flirting, and nudity both accidental and very, very deliberate.
Draco/Ron/Harry is not a ship I’d ventured into before I read this fic, but I’m so glad I did! Sweet’s writing always hits the right spot in my brain, and her alternating PoVs and spot-on characterizations of all three boys are delightful. I especially loved Ron’s sexy self-assurance here. The unique magical theory around sentient houses is fascinating and ultimately poignant, once Draco gets to the root cause of the Burrow’s behavior. Sweet-sorrow surely lived up to her username with this one, weaving grief with humor and a heartwarming resolution.
precious metal: chapter 1/5
Hurrah! It's finally here! I will be posting chapters on a once to twice weekly basis. The fic is complete, there are 5 chapters in total. Please mind the tags! Thank you so much to @getawayfox @thehoneybeet and @tackytigerfic for helping me with this in its first and new iteration, for encouraging me to get it over the line and share it with everyone! I'm super excited about this story.
precious metal | M
Ron/Harry, Draco/Ron, Draco/Harry
Tags: EWE, POV Ron, Curse-Breaker Criminal Ron, Unspeakable Harry, Shop Assistant and Herbologist Draco, Grey Morality, Minor Draco/Astoria (sort of), platonic relationships, FWB, sexual content, complicated relationships, Harry Potter is bad at feelings, treasure hunting, cursed house, mystery, pining, Scottish folklore, minor character death, kidnapping themes, fist fights, blood/injury, magical bond, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers to friends, not really a romance, but it has romance in it, hopeful ending
Precious metal awaits in an abandoned, cursed cottage on the Isle of Jura. Ron’s illegal hunting ring is on it, but disaster strikes when he runs into a jumpy and suspicious Draco Malfoy, camped out where the treasure is hidden. What happens when they accidentally unleash a bond curse when both of them harbour feelings for the same man?
A classic, non-fairytale story of he loves him, but he loves the other one, but the other one doesn’t know who he loves.
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Bill wakes Ron from his stupor when he throws the hefty case file onto his desk.
“Jura,” Bill says. His hair is wet. Outside, rain batters the neighbouring rooftops, bounces against the office windows. London is grey and swimming in it.
Ron rubs his eyes. He’s been dreaming of a pint at the Niffler since lunchtime.
“The Muggle whisky?” he asks, turning the file right side up, brushing his fingertips against damp spots bleeding against the paper. He flips it open.
“The Scottish island.” Bill sits down across from Ron, scratching his fingers through the thick, dark red hair on his jaw, grown to disguise the scar that cuts his face in two. “Gold,” he adds. “Lots of it.” He clears his throat. “Possibly. Probably.”
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dronarry fest fic claim: trillium
trillum | E | 13.4k
It’s a typical Friday night.
They’re in their usual Diagon haunt, getting slowly tipsy on craft beer, eating artisanal crisps, talking shite. Normal.
Ron sucks cheese and onion dust from his fingers and stares at the new gold hoop in Harry’s right earlobe as Harry waxes lyrical over some Muggle record Ron’s never heard of when in barges Draco, thirty minutes late, dragging in armfuls of heavy canvas bags bulging with paperwork.
Draco shoves them beneath the table, knocking carelessly against Ron’s ankles, and when he stands, he blows his pale fringe from his forehead, places his hands on his hips, and announces, “I just quit my job.”
He picks up Ron’s pint and downs the last half, one hand curled over Ron’s shoulder for balance, his thumb warm where it presses against the skin of Ron’s throat.
Murmurs erupt. Questions are posed.
“Good for you, mate,” Ron says, but instead of listening to Draco talk about how good it feels to finally be free from the cruel and tedious clutches of Magical Maintenance, Ron watches Harry instead, trying to read the subtle shifts in his expression.
The ‘o’ of his mouth. The furrow of his brow. The way his fingers twitch against his glass.
And then, Harry asks it. The question that gives him away—or, rather, the question that gives him away to Ron:
“What are you going to do now?”
He sounds far too curious and incredulous for his own good. He might as well have asked, why didn’t you talk to me about this first?
Ron’s not sure anyone else knows what’s going on, but he’s no fool. It’s all in plain sight, if one looks hard enough (and Ron always does): the sneaking glances, the hand brushes that linger far longer than a hand brush ought to, the tender shoulder touches. The way they’ve both been carrying the same shagged-out glow for weeks.
They’re fucking. Ron’s certain.
🌺🍃🏰🌳
The one where Harry owns a gardening business, Draco is an aspiring National Trust property owner, and Ron is far too invested in the fit of Draco’s lovely clothes and the smell of Harry’s hair. But he doesn’t fancy them or anything like that.
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So excited to be revealing myself! As if you ever had to guess 😅 Thank you to my wonderful betas @getawayfox @thehoneybeet, to Lilith for the amazing super sexy prompt, to my fellow @dronarryfest mods! A special thank you to @tackytigerfic too for your kind words of wisdom, thank you for being a wonderful friend who I look up to so much ❤️ And thank you to everyone who has read this fluffy, whimsical little ditty so far! Your comments are incredible and I can't wait to reply to them all! 💖
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precious metal (fic complete), a ronarry/dron/drarry fic
Again thank you so much to @getawayfox and @thehoneybeet for their wonderful cheerreading and beta work on this. You're both amazing! Also thanks to @tackytigerfic for looking at this fic in its first iteration and giving me some really valuable feedback and encouragement! And to everyone who has had a peek of the first couple of chapters, I hope you enjoy how the story ends!
precious metal | m | 28k
Dron/Ronarry/Drarry
Tags: EWE, POV Ron, Curse-Breaker Criminal Ron, Unspeakable Harry, Shop Assistant and Herbologist Draco, Grey Morality, Minor Draco/Astoria (sort of), platonic relationships, FWB, sexual content, complicated relationships, Harry Potter is bad at feelings, treasure hunting, cursed house, mystery, pining, Scottish folklore, minor character death, kidnapping themes, fist fights, blood/injury, magical bond, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers to friends, not really a romance, but it has romance in it, hopeful ending
Precious metal awaits in an abandoned, cursed cottage on the Isle of Jura. Ron’s illegal hunting ring is on it, but disaster strikes when he runs into a jumpy and suspicious Draco Malfoy, camped out where the treasure is hidden. What happens when they accidentally unleash a bond curse when both of them harbour feelings for the same man? A classic, non-fairytale story of he loves him, but he loves the other one, but the other one doesn’t know who he loves.
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“You’re holding me against my will,” Malfoy says thinly. Ron hates how that tone tugs at something deep inside him, how it makes his fingers itch to reach out, to push Malfoy’s filthy hair back from his face, to break the magical ropes keeping him safe and still.
“I’m doing it to protect you. To protect us,” Ron says, voice growing louder. “Don’t you know what you’ve done, Malfoy? That—curse, down there? I was supposed to break it before it could activate. But you’ve gone and unleashed it, haven’t you? And now we’re stuck here, like this, together, without any clues as to how to reverse it—this… this bond, this bond that could fucking kill us both if we get too far from each other, because it’s a bond curse and you just swooped in and opened Pandora’s fucking box, you reckless fucking prat.”
Silence hangs between them, heavy and thick.
Malfoy licks his lips again. “So, he says in quiet triumph. “You were trying to steal something.”
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wip snip sunday!
I've been asked to share something from a recent wip by @dracopetal, and because this is the only thing I have on the go right now that isn't anon, here's another chunk from Precious Metal, my Dronarry piece in the works!
“Wash my hands,” he orders, holding his hands in Ron’s face like a prince might a servant. At Ron’s blank expression, Malfoy lifts his pointy chin, gesturing at Ron’s pocket. “You’re holding my wand hostage, as well as my person. I can’t perform magic.”
Ron grunts and turns a page in his book, ignoring the fullness of his own bladder, giving in to those childish impulses once more. “Sounds like a you problem, Malfoy. Try wandless. It’s not complicated.”
Malfoy shifts his weight from one hip to the other. He keeps his hands outstretched.
Frustration scorches through Ron like a hot knife. He throws the book aside. “You summoned your wand earlier. Do it yourself!”
“I was able to summon my wand because it’s my wand, my wand summoned me,” Malfoy says, his tone thick with derision and scorn. He looks down his nose at Ron—now deliciously crooked at the bridge—and shakes out his fingers. “Didn’t you learn anything in school? Oh—no, of course. You didn’t. Granger did all the hard work for you, didn’t she? And then you rode Potter’s coattails all the way to the Ministry. Well done. So admirable.”
Ron stands so quickly they almost knock heads.
Malfoy swings back, creating an inch of distance between them. He grins, vulpine, but it’s gone in a flash.
“Wash my hands,” he whispers, cheeks prickling with pink splotches. Up close, his flush blooms across his skin like watercolour on canvas.
Despite his bluster, Malfoy is clearly deeply, deeply uncomfortable.
“They—they blocked your wandless casting?” Ron asks, baffled. “How?”
“They—you,” Malfoy whispers, his grey eyes glassy. “Didn’t block it. They put certain restrictions on what I can and can’t do.”
“Like Apparating,” Ron murmurs.
Flatly, “Yes, very good.”
Ron licks his lips. Malfoy is holding himself incredibly still, but his eyes give away the building panic inside him: the way they flicker, as if trying to play connect the dots with the close cluster of freckles on Ron’s nose.
With a resigned sigh, Ron casts a quick Cleansing Charm on Malfoy’s hands. The ice behind Malfoy’s gaze melts a fraction—relief inches over him in increments.
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