dissociation

Draco lost his home and the only society he knew after the war. He ended up living in the muggle world, making new friends and new connections and maybe some sort of peace. Even if that peace was usually found at the bottom of a bottle. It was enough for him. He was content to just exist.Then Harry Potter decided to ruin everything.

Poplar, London. 1963. Patsy has returned from Hong Kong following her father's death. After a passionate reunion with Delia, they set about rebuilding their lives together. Delia begins her journey as a midwife, helped on by Val and Phyllis. Nonnatus house employs a new midwife in Lucille. Trixie suffers a relapse and both Patsy and Delia are battling with their own health, mental and physical - but seeking help is never easy. Everything comes to a head when Patsy suspects abuse within a family and Nonnatus House is shaken by a tragedy. A fic based loosely off series 7 if Patsy and Delia were to not disappear and travel the globe. Written as close to the style of the show and its characters as possible with some original characters and plot twists to be had along the way. EDIT: This fic is on hiatus due to personal circumstances. I will come back to it though, I promise!

"His voice was full of concern, and Astarion completely missed it, for he only heard the hint of anger in it. The man he just tried to bed was mad, seemingly mad at him. He couldn’t allow it, but couldn’t lie to him either, he was too destabilized to do it correctly, and didn’t want to get caught. So he spilled the first thing he could think of: the truth. “Well, if not for sex, why would you come in here?”" Also: Axael tries to pay a nightly visit to Astarion, things don't go as planned, and a long conversation about limits and boundaries ensues.