#safehouses

[thedrarrycodex]

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Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary:

After the events at the Manor, Harry and Draco find themselves stranded in the countryside with a broken wand and Death Eaters on their tail. This is the story of an uneasy truce, featuring faerie forests, seaside caves, Romani camps, kind old ladies, and a shared bed in an attic.

Or how two boys fell in love in the midst of a bloody coup.

What if Harry ended up on the run from Voldemort with Draco instead of the golden trio? 

Thank you to @dawninglark for the fic recs - I hadn’t read them (I’ll get to the other once I’m emotionally ready for a “Harry dies” fic), and this was sooo good!

My main pitch is that the pacing is amazing, and the angst/fluff balances out perfectly into a satisfying treat. There’s great tension without being overwhelming, and there’s sweetness without falling into cringey, rushed emotion. 

While on the run, they encounter two muggle OCs I absolutely love in a cute, sort of witchy, very cozy cottage. It’s lovely. 

Tag notes: Holocaust - included as part of muggle history; comes up in OC conversations. Mild dub con - definitely mild, any confusion clears up quickly, tagged here to be sure.

[dramioneasks]

Hi looking for a oneshot, although I am not sure if this is a oneshot or multichapter.

Takes place during the war. Draco joins the side of the Order but gets injured. Remus sends hermione to take care of him and teach him to live like a muggle. They get closer and draco burns toast so that Hermione won't leave to show that he needs her.

Thank you!

Anyone?

[xmilitisx]

SafeHouses

There are two known points for Jack’s current safe houses.

→ One of them, is his mother’s parent’s farmhouse out past what’s left of Neo-Bryantsburg and adjacent to the Big Oaks Wildlife Refuge. It’s on over twenty five acres of land, with a singular farmhouse, a barn- some plowed land that he maintains when he can while he’s there, with timed irrigated fields and no-maintenance crops. 

He returns two or three times a season to check on them, and harvest. A flurry of canning and jarring to put away in case he needs the extra food. There’s no cattle or goats, but he does hunt venison during the right season if he’s in the area- hanging it up.

→ The second is out of Montana, nestled somewhere in the mountains is his second cabin. It’s an old get-away, bought somewhere during the first decade of his Strike Command tenure. It was shared both by him, and the Blackwatch Commander and his family as a getaway from the press and pressure of running the world’s foremost defense force. It’s complete with a generator, solar panels, well and enough surplus food for a few years as long as the yearly subscriptions keep going.

→ The third, however- has been well kept hidden due to being bought under an assumed name. This one was bought in the eventual retirement Jack had hoped he might have. It’s a coastal home, off the shore of southern California, near the border of Baja. The beaches are white sand, the surf is cold- and because of the lack of humanity dirtying the water- it’s turning blue where the estuaries aren’t emptying in to the ocean.

This is the one he visits the least. Too many ghosts that shouldn’t be here. Too much hope never realized. Now and again, though- when his bones hurt too much from abuse and cold.

He’ll sit on the porch with a beer, and wonder what could have been. 

[rhabakoli]

Southbound

The morning sun warmed her front, while the cold concrete of the roof kept her relatively cool. She was starfished on her back with headphones in her ears, the pounding beat coursing through her body. Over the last couple days she started to feel cooped up, caged in, always seeing the same 4 walls, always having the same view from the windows she was not supposed to go near. And, frankly, she was short of going crazy. So, when her protective detail went for a grocery run just 10 minutes ago, she decided to get some fresh air. No one would ever suspect her on the roof, she thought. Her feet wiggled left to right with the beat of the music, a slightly manic grin on her face from finally feeling wind against her skin and open sky above her. That was, until her headphones were ripped from her and she almost peed her pants. She shot up, one hand shielding her eyes from the sun, the other behind her on the roof. Her guy stood over her, earphones in hand and a fury on his face she hasn’t seen since she almost got shot last time they had to change safe houses. "Are you stupid, or insane?", he hissed, as he bent down to grab her arm. "What?”, she protested against his rough handling and slapped his hand. Not that it would do any good; what kind of Ex-Marine would let himself be deterred by a 1.60 woman, with no tactical or fighting experience whatsoever. "I'm asking, if you really, really want to be shot or if you are just that stupid?" His dark eyes pierced through her as he looked her up and down, to make sure she was fine. "I'm fine, Jesus, let me go!" She struggled against his grip, while he just pulled her towards the door. All the while, he was muttering something about crazy protectees and his regretable life decisions. The closer the door came, the more she fought, but he just went on. So, in moment of madness, she just dropped to the floor, shooting him a dark look. He came to a staggering stop, obviously not expecting resistance that strong. "Are you kidding me." His tone was as dry as the environment on his last tour, his eyes were mere slits as he stared you down. "I don't want to go in." "I can't let you be out here." She looked away, started counting the telemasts not too far off and said: "Seems we have a problem, Mister." He dropped her arm, pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long suffering sigh. "I don't think so, Missy." Her eyes went big and round, and before she could scramble away, he had picked her up, thrown her over his shoulder like she was nothing but a sack of potatoes and turned towards the door once again. She started to squirm, punch his back, pinch his butt, but he didn't budge. His arm was like a vice around her thighs, no way she was going anywhere. 

Back in the flat, he dropped her unceremoniously on the bed, went back to lock the door and then proceded to dial a number while pacing the length of the room. Even though it was more of a studio apartment, open floor plan and everything, he didn't have too many strides from one to the other side. But maybe that was just his fault for being that tall and long legged. He came to a stop, when the other end of the connection picked up. "We need a new safehouse." He shot his subject a withering look. "Yeah, she did." She watched him scribble an adress on a piece of paper and study it for a moment. He nodded, still listening to the call, and held it towards her. Already familiar with the procedure, she took it and started to memorize what was written on it. The safehouse was somewhere south, which meant they were gonna sweat their butts off. Groaning, she fell back on the bed. "Someone save me." "That's what I'm trying to do, if you remember." The paper was taken from her fingers, and her protector went to the bathroom for a second. A lighter's click was heard, then the faucet running. He came out again, looking at her, sitting there on the bed, well known pout right in place. He’d dreamt of it, that's how often he got to see it. Nightmare, really. "Get your bag, we're going." Groaning louder this time, she heavily stood up and stomped over to her stuff. "I hate you." "Good. Attachment is not good for the job." He watched his protectee shoulder her bag. "It's not good for my sanity either." "What?" "Nevermind." He opened the door and nodded towards it. "Let's go."

[dramioneasks]

Breathe in. Bretahe out. by CosmicCthulhu - T, one-shot - Hermione is terrified. The Death Eaters have attacked her home and she has no idea where her husband is. Now, all she can do is hide away in the safe house and wait for him – while doing her best to shield her son away from the harshness of the war.

[deadbranch]

Hi Branch!! I have a question regarding your posts about military life <3 Asking on the behalf of a mutual I've been talking to and we were wondering about safehouses? Because we just assume that a safehouse would be any room, abandoned or visually residential, apartments, houses, basements, houses for demolition.

Safehouses are designated ahead of time and are meant to be a temporary place to hole up for the night or longer, depending on the needs of the operation.

Not all safehouses are dilapidated. Some look like a regular residence or business.

Keep in mind, most military personnel never see the inside of a safehouse, nor do they have knowledge of where any are located. That's more an Intelligence/CIA thing. Most military careers have nothing to do with intel, if they're lucky.

MASTERLIST

[timeclonemike]

Safehouses And Airships

The Safehouse System: Safehouses serve two main functions, the first being a place where party members can be rotated for different missions and quests, and the second being a place to recover between missions. Some safehouses have other functions, such as crafting stations, resupply shops, or fast travel shortcuts. Establishing a safehouse is typically but not always one of the first things done in any new region the party travels to.

Airship: The airship functions as a mobile safehouse and integrated fast travel system. Party member swap, sleeping, and medical treatment are unlocked by default, while the Galley, Occultech Lab, Power Armor Hangar, and Training Center are only available after completing the relevant quests. The airship is designed, built, and initially piloted by the inventor Erin, and is modeled partly after the historical Dornier Do X flying boat and partly after flying wing megaships commonly seen in the Ace Combat.

Mission Planning: Most missions and quests are discovered and made available at a safehouse feature called the Planning Board, which resembles a conspiracy theorist's evidence board with pictures and newspaper articles connected via string or yarn. Using the Planning Board displays the available intel on a mission, and different pieces of intel indicate what party members would be more or less suited to that mission. Some missions have a built in fast travel prompt and others do not and have to be navigated to within the larger area map first.

Airship Availability: After being unlocked in Act 4, the airship allows access to most of the region until the climactic battle in Act 6. Repairs are finished early in Act 7 and the world can be more or less freely explored until the Final Act. The Airship Wreck functions as a more conventional stationary safehouse until the repairs are completed.