#y'all it was so hard to find ten fics that I don't hate

[creator-of-calm-queer-chaos]

Ten Fics, Share a Line, Ten People

The wonderful @beepbeepsan tagged me in this!

(Astrabear I apologise for tagging you, I did in fact copy and paste this and forgot to take out your tag lmao)

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Sinc Itur Ad Astra (Good Omens)

A warm, fuzzy feeling spreads through Crowley’s body, from his chest outward. It’s quite hot, but comfortable, like sinking into a bath. Crowley feels Aziraphale wrap an arm around him, and Crowley pulls him even closer. 

I wish this moment could last forever, Crowley thinks. 

Then, in the middle of the perfect kiss, Crowley notices that the hot feeling in his chest isn’t going away. Instead, it’s just getting hotter and hotter. It’s almost burning - no, it’s definitely burning now. Why is it burning? 

2. Finder's Keepers (Sherlock)

“Just… just make it stop,” Sherlock whispered. 

“John, Sherlock is asking me to make it stop. Honestly it’s a miracle that he’s still alive, there’s an awful lot of blood here. What if I… put him out of his misery?” 

“NO!” John screamed again. “Sherlock, hang on, I think I’m almost there.” 

“Well, then, don’t want you to crash our party, do we?” the man snarled, pointing the gun at Sherlock’s head. “Any last words, pretty boy?” 

All Sherlock could do was groan. 

“All right then. Bye bye!” 

BANG. 

3. Blood in the Water (Sherlock)

“Sherlock.” John’s hand moved to his wrist and gripped it like a vice. “You- you have to pr- promise me.” 

Blood dribbled out of his mouth. There was blood everywhere . It covered the floor, it covered their clothes, it covered his hands, some of it was dripping into the pool. Again, Sherlock’s mind held only one thought: Save John. Save John. Save John. Over and over like a mantra. 

“Shut up,” Sherlock spluttered out. So much blood. “Save your energy, please. I can’t lose you!” 

“Promise me you’ll catch the fucker.” His voice was like iron. Iron as blood. 

“I promise,” Sherlock whispered. 

4. What if Cas died how Sam died in S2? (Supernatural)

But Castiel didn’t move, Dean couldn’t feel a pulse beneath the hand on his neck.

“CAS!” Dean screamed, clutching his best friend tight, sobbing.

He looked at the pool of blood on the ground, soaking the dirt and- and as Cas’s hand lost warmth, the silver ring on his hand was soaked in red.

5. "Can you hear me?" w/ Clint and Natasha (Marvel / The Avengers)

“Let’s keep this between us, then, shall we?” 

He brought the flat of the blade under Clint’s chin. He gently pushed it up, forcing Clint to look him in the eyes. He smirked, and put a hand on his shoulder. 

“Oh, you’ll be so much fun.” 

6. Made to Watch w/ Fitzsimmons (Agents of Shield)

She took out the knife and cut away his shirt. Then, she placed the tip of the knife into his skin. Fitz shakily inhaled and held his breath. 

The woman began to carve. 

At first, Fitz bit his tongue, but within seconds, he was screaming. Simmons was sobbing, sitting on the floor. The woman only grinned and kept dragging the knife through Fitz’s skin. Blood flowed from the wounds in huge waves, puddling around them. Fitz trembled and screamed and wailed. And yet he let it continue. 

7. Secrets Revealed w/ Ward and Skye (Agents of Shield)

Skye was on the ground. She couldn’t breathe well. Her hands were sticky. Why were her hands wet? 

There was a gun in her hands. She needed to fire it. 

Fire. Click. Click. Nothing. Laughing. Someone was laughing. Why was someone laughing? 

“Goodbye, Skye,” a voice said. 

8. Muzzled w/ May and Daisy (Agents of Shield)

“Who’s that for?” Daisy snarked from where she sat, sitting up straighter and blinking rapidly. “Did you get me a present?” 

“In a way,” the man said. The two guards hefted her up by her armpits and placed her in the middle of the room. The man sat on the ground behind her, and the woman in front of her. “We’re going to have some fun now that we know we have the time.” 

May inhaled sharply from across the room. 

9. Caged w/ Steve and Bucky (MCU/Avengers)

“Why did you draw me?” a voice said. 

Steve jumped and looked up. The Winter Soldier had appeared in front of the cage. He held a plate of bread and cheese. 

“Because I knew you,” Steve answered cautiously. 

Not-Bucky opened the cage door and stepped in, placing the food on the ground. He leaned against the wall and closed the door with a slam. They were locked in there together 

“Tell me what you remember,” Not-Bucky said. 

10. Found Footage w/ Peter and the Team (MCU)

He wailed and screamed and pleaded, but nothing deterred them. He yelled for them, for Mr Stark and Natasha and Steve and Clint and Ned and everyone he loved. But none of them arrived.

This is open to anyone who would like to particpate! I'll tag a few people in case they want to, but no pressure at all :)

@whoopsitswhump, @suspicious-whumping-egg, @painsandconfusion, @atlantis-is-burning

[maybebabyplease]

thank you for tagging me doctor @greyeyedmonster-18 and @magswrite xoxoxoxo love to you both <3

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

ten! but another one is coming sooooon! waiting for the fest to reveal it :)

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

99,772

3. what fandoms do you write for?

HP and a whole host of ships. but i made a certain pact for 2024 that will change things up a lil......

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos

Fake It Til You Make It! 

not the kind of weather (to be dancing in your sweater) 

barely on my mind 

book smart 

say red 

actually so crazy that book smart is #4? i had no idea that many people read reg/remus......

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

yeah i do! i get a reasonable number of comments, so it's easy to do and i like to thank people for engaging with my work. but i'm never bothered if an author doesn't respond. not everyone likes that back and forth!

6. what is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i guess this hell has the angstiest ending? not to spoil, bc i haven't posted the whole thing. but none of my fics are angsty, really!

7. what is a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

they're all happy endings. i'm an HEA bitch when it comes to ship fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

literally not even once lmfao it’s hard to be this cool and talented and popular and funny 🤷🏻‍♀️

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

hell yeah. i started writing it to get more comfortable with sex, and i ended up finding it SO fun. i like that it's basically an action scene? and i like figuring out how certain scenes would theoretically go. idk what kind it is though! y'all tell me ;)

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

i don't, and i wouldn't. i don't like them.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope! and really, you'd have to copy SO directly to steal a fic. like be so fucking serious...it's fanfic...it's derivative by definition...so as long as no one is copy-pasting my shit, 'steal' what you want. we're building this house together!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yep, i think fake it is translated to russian?

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

i haven't but i dream of co-writing with the squad @colgatebluemintygel @pancakehouse on a christmas fic......maybe they could convince me to not be a grinch!

14. what's your all time favourite ship?

draco and harry. those are my BABIES!

15. what's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i don't do WIPs! if it's on my AO3, there's a complete fic sitting on my laptop. which means that yes this hell is behind on updates ONLY because i'm lazy about posting.............oops

16. what are your writing strengths?

the sentence! i loveeee the sentence.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

also the sentence lmfao i get too bogged down in perfection and will obsess over one line instead of moving the fuck on

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

stay away from google translate and get a native (or fluent, i guess) speaker to help you! i've seen some messy french out there lmfao

19. first fandom you wrote for?

i wrote part of an attack on titan fic a few years ago and never posted it! so if that counts, then aot. if we're only counting fics i've posted, then fake it was first!

20. favourite fic you've written?

answered this earlier today for another game but it's a toss-up between fake it and wolf moon <3

ok ummmmm lemme tag my buddies @pancakehouse @colgatebluemintygel @mblematic

[splishsplashyouropinionistrash]

hey everyone, I'm still alive! and! I have a writing update!

I haven't done any writing.

okok that's not totally true, I've done bits and pieces since I published 'i still talk to you' (link here, I had fun with that one) but I'm nowhere close to having anything ready to publish. Still, I figured I'd give y'all a (totally sober, for once) update on where I'm at in the stories I've promised.

So, okay, the big one first: TMHYHM. I've got about 3k of chapter 9 done, so we're about halfway through it. I'm starting school again in a few days (senior year, woohoo) and I always seem to write better at school, so we're keeping our fingers crossed that it'll get done in the next few weeks. About ten days from now is the one year anniversary of me 1: starting my AO3 account and 2: publishing chapter one of TMHYHM which is.... both exciting and a little sad? Genuinely didn't expect this story to take so long, but here we are.

A lovely commenter pointed out that I must put a lot into each chapter, and I honestly hadn't really thought much about it but they're right. I'm not gonna ramble about it for much longer, but every chapter takes a lot of time and energy. There was the re-read I did to write down the main plot points I wanted to hit every chapter, and then scouring the internet for quotes to put in once I decided I wanted to go that direction, and then I re-read each individual chapter twice; the first time to get more specific with what happens each chapter, finding places to put extra scenes etc. and a second time to figure out a chapter title. Actually writing the chapters is a lot too. I put a lot of myself and my experience into my interpretation of Andrew, and I feel like it fleshes him out more, but it also makes these chapters so much more mentally draining to write. Anyway, all that to say: happy early birthday to TMHYHM and thank you all for your patience.

Okay anyway, some of you may remember that I started teasing a hospital/amnesia fic (here, here, and here) a month ago during the AO3 outage, and I've almost got three chapters finished (halfway done !) I decided a few months ago that I wasn't going to post multi-part fics until after they're finished from now on, so as soon as I finish the whole thing it'll be up. I took a break from it for a little while, but when I came back and read through it today I genuinely cried a little? I'm evil guys why do I write these things??

Third: the minyard triplets. I'm going to be so honest here, I have not made any progress since last time I updated yall. Looking back at the story, I'm honestly kinda starting to hate it? I don't know, I still like parts of it but it just doesn't feel anywhere close to being my best work. I'll keep working on it and hopefully finish it soon, but I don't know when it'll be done. I had thought about turning it into a series, but I'm just not sure how attainable that is anymore.

Also, you may or may not have read my last fic, but if you did: I'm working on an alternate ending!!! I can't say much (cause spoilers) but I'm working very hard on it so keep an eye out for that one. Not sure if it'll be a separate fic or just a second chapter, but it's coming.

ok uhhhhhh.... i think that's it? TLDR: I don't have a lot of answers for y'all, but I'm working on things.

Oh, also? I'm writing a book. So fics might go on the backburner for a little bit lol. Let me know if that's something you'd like to hear more about though, I'm super excited.

Thank you for all your love and support <3

[drarrywords]

Since 2021 is over now, I thought it was the right time to be sentimental cause why not?

*clears throat*

@sorry-i-ship-drarry you're one of the reason why this year was somewhat easier for me. Your fics - the fluff, the angst were nothing short of beautiful. You've been there for me through those fics, thank you so much for that because whenever I was sad, whenever shit became too real for me and I didn't want to deal with it, your fics were a source of warmth and comfort for me<3 we've become such good friends and in all truthfulness, i wouldn't know what to do without you. Our calls, our conversations and writing a fic together - it's one of the best things that has happened to me this year. I love you 🤍

@jooncookie I love you so much<3 we started talking in the start of this year (because of your prompt request that I turned into a fic) and it's been the absolute best. We became friends soon and I'm so thankful that we did. You've been there for me throughout this year, through the worst phases and in the best ones too. I wouldn't trade our calls, our nonsensical conversations for the world. Your fics, by the way, are beautiful and so warm and comforting and there is so much fluff I love them. I love you to infinity and beyond<3

@drarrily-we-row-along I don't have the right words to describe your fics or how beautiful they are. I'm a writer myself and it's hard for me to form words here because your fics indescribable. I could read your works 25/8. Always continue writing, no matter what and remember to take breaks and don't be sorry for that, yeah? Your readers, myself included, are always, always here and we love you and want you to take care of yourself first<3

@krystalliumm I want to scream, cry, throw the nearest object on the wall when I read your fics or see your fanarts cause wtf they're brilliant<3 Krys, you're the best🤍

@missdrarrydawn still waters run deep. I read that this year and the heartbreak I felt there ohmygod. I read that twice because y'know I love it so much and why cry over real life problems when you can cry over such a masterpiece?????

@drarryspatronus read their fics. Now. The creativity and the writing style is impeccable and I adore you<3

@phoebe-delia @nv-md @slytherinnbitch I've read several oneshots of yours this year from time to time and all I can say is that y'all are so talented and that y'all write so well and I love your works so much<3

@harryandginnydeservesbetter bestie<3 I love you and I love your incorrect quotes and where d'you find the inspiration????????

@drarryboosterclub thank you for the boosts this year whenever I received hate 🤍

@textrovert-01 thank you so much for the reblogs and the support, it means the world to me<3

@rockingrobin69 I forgot to mention you wtf😭 right, so I remember one of those nights when i woke up from a nightmare and read one of your fics to calm myself down. I read a total of ten fics that night and that was the reason I could fall asleep. I love you, I love your fics and thank you for your contribution to this fandom<3

[kerie-prince]

daisy cafe

Harry Potter x Muggle!reader

not a request

warnings: mentions of death, ptsd?? (in the form of nightmares)

summary: Harry starts his healing journey after the Battle, and a rainy night after a counseling session brought him into your café

a/n: hope y'all like this random imagine i wrote <3 i was meant to post it last night but i got into a heated debate about ww84 and i don't queue posts so here's this. no lie, i had a hard time writing this lol it's a whole 4k long imagine (whoops) also, when i say 'football' in this fic, i mean soccer lol

(gif cred)

The Battle of Hogwarts.

There was a lot to say about that day. So many perspectives and interpretations from different people. And today, Harry would talk to his counselor about his. At first, he opposed the idea of having a counselor but Hermione insisted that he talks to a professional. Well, insisted probably isn't the word. If anything, Hermione probably forced him into it and made the appointment herself.

So here he sat in the waiting room, sitting awkwardly in an uncomfortable chair. Even the chairs in the Hogwarts classrooms were more comfortable than these. The room was small and had tacky sunflower wallpaper. Harry sat by himself and internally cursed his best friends for just leaving him there and drove off. ‘Call me when it's over!’ Hermione had yelled out through the window.

“Mr. Harry Potter?” a young man called out for him. Harry followed him into the counselors office, noticing that the room was much nicer than the waiting room and the chairs looked more comfortable. And if he was going to be stuck here for over an hour, he better not walk out with back pain.

Harry sat patiently as he waited for the counselor to come. He noticed the golden name plate on the desk with a name written in black letters. Jon Osborne. Harry’s leg was unconsciously bouncing in rhythm with the ticking of the clock on the wall. He didn't think he'd be nervous about it as he was now. He immediately stood up as he heard Dr. Osborne come in. “Mr. Potter, it’s an honor to meet you,” he stretched his hand out to greet Harry.

“Pleasure’s all mine, sir,” Harry said with a shy smile. Once they sat down, Dr. Osborne went straight into it, “So tell me, Mr. Potter, how have you been?”

“Great. I've been busy planning a wedding,” Harry stated like it was a normal conversation. “Congratulations. Yours, I'm assuming?”

“No, it's for my two best mates,” Harry corrected. “They're getting married pretty soon and I offered to help pay for it. Not really doing much of decoration planning, Hermione thinks Ron and I would pick something stupid,” Harry wasn't looking at Dr. Osborne directly, but he had a faint smile as he explained the details. “And are you with anyone?” Dr. Osborne asked.

It made the young wizard think. Ron and Hermione were getting married, Neville and Luna were having fun on small dates, and Ginny was still going back and forth with Dean. “No, I'm not with anyone at the moment.”

His counselor wrote something down quickly before going forward with the next question. “Do you think about it often?” Harry knew what he was insinuating. His breath hitched a bit. Harry certainly didn’t expect to be asked this question so early on. From Hermione’s explanation, he wasn’t expecting to talk about the Battle for maybe another couple sessions. And that was if Harry even wanted to do other sessions.

“You don’t think you need to be here,” it was like he read Harry’s mind. And it was true. “Well, I do have a pretty solid support group. We all went through it together.” Harry rubbed the palms of his unusually sweaty hands against his pants.

“So because you and your friends went through it together, you're okay? Nothing about it bothers you?” had Dr. Osborne’s tone altered just a bit, he would've sounded condescending. He sounded a bit empathetic. It made Harry actually want to talk. “Do you and your friends actually talk about it?”

The answer was clear to Harry. No. If he was being honest, he didn't think there's even a reason to talk about it. The worst had been over, and now that him and his friends and family – and by family, he meant the Weasleys – were finally in peace, Harry figured that he wouldn't have to think about it again.

But the nightmares were relentless. It wasn't like the ones he had when Voldemort was in his mind and showing him things he wanted to show Harry. These nightmares were worse. They consisted of the worst that could have happened that day. Watching his friends die, his professors, his peers. The worst of the worst. And there's one that he hated the most. Being in Voldemort's point of view and killing Harry successfully and for good this time.

Hermione tried to get Harry to talk, but he's too stubborn. So she figured the only way to get him to talk was to schedule this appointment. He was promised confidentiality and listening ears with no judgement. Harry accepted because he knew that even though Hermione would always be there, she would probably say something like ‘You're not alone in this, we're all here for you and with you.’ Ron would listen to the whole thing and suggest getting a drink and food. Harry loves his friends, but it's hard to talk about such things when they've gone through it too. He wondered if they felt the same.

—

Harry was leaving his fourth session with Dr. Osborne. Unexpectedly, he enjoyed these meetings. It felt good to talk to someone outside of his friends. Hermione noticed how he was returning to his old self, joking around and enjoying playing quidditch at the Burrow.

Harry decided on taking a small walk around the Muggle London street before calling Hermione and Ron to pick him up. After ten minutes, though, sprinkles of rain were falling down. And sprinkles turned into hard falls. Harry covered his head with his hands and looked around for someplace to run in. Next to him was a dental office, but to his luck the door was locked. He kept looking and looking for some place to stay inside until finally, he saw a building across the street with a lit up ‘Open’ sign.

Harry looked both sides of the street before running across. He was getting soaked by the second and when he ran inside, his jacket was dripping onto the mat. The place was warm and smelled lovely. Harry took his glasses off and wiped it with the driest part of his shirt. The cafe looked as warm as it felt. There weren’t any guests inside and he didn't find anyone working there. Harry saw the bell on the bread display and pressed on it a few times. After a couple of minutes, a girl came to the front. “Sorry for taking so long, how can I help– oh are you alright?” You saw the puddles of water that were splattered all around the floor. But your worry was with the stranger that was most likely freezing. “D-do you happen to have a phone around?” Harry asked you. He was shaking where he stood and all he wanted was to go home and get into some warm clothes. You nodded your head and went in the back to get the phone. Harry wanted to sit down, but he didn't want to make more of a mess than he’s already done. You came back quickly with a phone and a few rags so he could dry himself.

Harry dialed Hermione’s number and waited for her to answer. She didn't answer the first or second time which made Harry frustrated. They better not be in the middle of it right now. Finally, she answered on his third call. “Hello?”

“Hermione, what the bloody hell have you been doing?” Harry sassed. When he looked up, he saw how you stood awkwardly to the side, surprised that in contrast to his sweet demeanor, he sounded like the opposite. But that was just your assumption.

“Harry? Is that you? Why are you calling from this number?” In the background, he could hear Teddy joyful coos. “I was just giving Teddy a bath, I couldn't hear the phone.”

“Oh. Well, it’s raining really hard, can you come pick me up?” Harry felt your eyes on him still and he smiled awkwardly.

“Of course, are you still in the office?”

“No, I’m– hold on” he stopped mid-sentence and lowered the phone down, “where am I?” It took you a couple seconds to process that he was talking to you now, “Oh, uh, Daisy Cafe.”

“Daisy Cafe,” Harry repeated back to Hermione. “Alright, I’ll be right there.” And she hung up. Harry handed the phone back to you, “Thanks.”

Your hand was warm against his, a warmth he wished he had instead of the cold that enveloped his body. Harry’s legs were getting tired from standing so long and you noticed the shift in his position. “Please, take a seat,” you had gestured to a table. Harry insisted that he didn't want to ruin the chairs, but you didn't mind.

You checked the time on your wristwatch and ran to the back leaving Harry alone. He wondered what you were doing until he saw you come back slowly dragging a large heating machine. Harry stood from his seat and rushed to help you, “Where did you want this?”

“I was going to put this in front of the table so you can warm up. Don’t want you to get sick,” you spoke softly. You felt yourself warm up on your cheeks, somehow shy in this moment. On a daily basis, you talk to loads of strangers and some of them were quite attractive. But something about this stranger felt different.

Harry blinked with an indescribable look in his eyes as he stuttered a ‘thank you’. You turned on the large heater after Harry sat back down and slightly shifted his chair so he could be in range of the heaters’ direction.

You grabbed your keys from your back pants pocket to lock the door and turned the ‘Open’ sign off. “Would you like some coffee?” you offered him. Harry nodded and searched his pockets for his wallet before you stopped him, “Don't worry! It's on the house.”

There was a pot of coffee that was still hot on the warmer and you grabbed a tray, filling it with a mug, creamer, sugar, and a small plate of assorted biscuits in case he was hungry as well. You walked to his table and sat them down. He was in awe of all the things you brought out for him and felt grateful that you would do this for a stranger. “Thank you,” he nodded his head at you with a genuine smile.

“It’s no trouble,” you smiled back. You sat across from him with a mug of your own and sipped on the hot beverage you made. Harry took a sip of the coffee he finished preparing and nearly sighed at the feeling of it warming him up inside. Mixed with the heat that was coming from the heater, he felt brilliant as he usually says.

“Do you live around here?” You started small chat to get out of the awkward silence.

“No, I live just outside Ottery St. Catchpole.” Harry stated. He noticed the confused look on your face, you had probably had no idea where that was. “It’s kind of in the middle of nowhere.”

You nodded in response. Harry then asked if you lived around. After a while, you had gotten to know each other pretty well. He learned about your two cats that are always fighting, you learned about his friends always pulling pranks on each other in the house. As Harry waited for Hermione to pick him up, he was enjoying talking and laughing with you. You two were having such a good time getting to know each other in what felt like thirty minutes, but was actually an hour.

Once Hermione was in front of the cafe and beeped the horn of the car, Harry felt a bit disappointed to leave. This was probably the first conversation he had with someone who he didn't already live with or paid to listen. And it was a bonus that he found you quite attractive. “That’s for me. Thank you… for letting me stay.”

“Oh it’s no trouble. Safe travels on your way home! I hope you don’t get sick,” you waved off as you opened the door for him. Harry ran through the hard rain to get into his friend's car, but once he opened the door to the front seat, he turned back to you. “I never got your name!” Harry yelled out.

“Y/N! What’s yours?” You voiced with the same energy.

“Harry!” You smiled and waved one last time before closing the door and got yourself ready to go home. Harry fastened his seatbelt and held a small smile nearly the entire ride home. Hermione cleared her throat to get her friends’ attention. “How was the session today?”

Harry nodded ‘yes’ in an attempt to not have to talk. Not because he was gloomy, but distracted. He then processed what she said and replied back to the bushy haired woman, “Oh, i-it went fine. Good, great.” Harry was stuttering over his words. It was something that Hermione instantly noticed what was going on. The last time he was like this was when he first met Cho in fourth year. It was nice, she thought, that Harry was not only getting back to normal, but was also focused on something - or rather someone - other than his nightmares.

—

Harry goes to your cafe now after every session with Dr. Osborne. He finally went for his drivers license so he didn't have to depend on Hermione anymore. Ron and Hermione apparate to work anyway, so it granted him more access to the car.

Every Monday and Thursday, you would wait for him to walk through your doors. You would set aside a small box of warm biscuits for him that he seemed to enjoy and remembered how he took his coffee. After a couple of weeks, the people you worked with would give you a smirk and tease you with ‘He’s here~’. One of them, Jo, would constantly ask you if Harry has asked you out yet. And every time, you'd say ‘No.’ only for him to reply back ‘Well, why don’t you ask him out?’

You’ve definitely thought about it, but you didn't know how to ask him. There would be times that you thought Harry would do it before he left, but he’d just be a stuttering mess and leave. So, tonight before he leaves, you planned to just be straight with him and ask him to dinner.

Harry came later than usual today. After he stepped out of the counselors’ office, he checked his hair in the mirror he saw in the hallways. Tonight, he was also planning on asking you out. He likes you and he was pretty sure you liked him too. Once he stepped outside, he saw a flower cart in front of a local bank. Harry debated whether or not to buy you some, but opted out. What if she says no? What do I do with them at that point?

After an hour of having a mental pep talk, he entered Daisy Cafe. He didn't see you behind the bread display like he always had. Jo had recognized him immediately and watched as Harry looked around the small cafe for you. “She’s in the back, would you like for me to get her?”

“I-I can wait. She’s probably busy,” Harry stuttered. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or bad thing that your co-worker instantly knew what he was there for. Is it really obvious? Harry thought. He saw as Jo walked to the back anyway, probably announcing his presence to you. As it turned out, you were in the back checking yourself out in the small mirror that was hung on the inside of your locker. You ran out as soon as Jo said "He’s here" and dusted the flour off onto your apron.

“Hi, Harry,” you greeted.

“Hi,” Harry greeted back. “How are you?”

“I’m doing good, just cleaning up. Did you have a good day?” you asked. Harry nodded his head. He was about to order before you stopped him, “Your usual today?” He gave a sheepish smile and scratched the back of his head, “I come in that often, don't I?” You chuckled and began making his coffee. “It’s alright, I enjoy your company.” The both of you blushed, more so you after the sudden confession.

You couldn't see him, but Jo was listening to your conversation and wanted to laugh. You looked at Harry for any signs of possible rejection and just as quickly looked away to finish his order. Jo came out from the back with his bag and keys in his hand, “I’ve counted the safe for you. Have a good night, I’ll head out.” You nodded your head and thanked god for the interruption, “Thanks hun, see you tomorrow.” He winked at Harry once you looked away as to say ‘Good luck’ and walked out.

Harry became nervous and thought about just grabbing his coffee and going home. He hadn't dated anyone in a long time and didn't know where to even start. Merlin, he didn't even know what to do in a relationship. And especially with a muggle. Harry nearly forgot what it was like to be around muggles after the Dursley's left their home on Privet Drive and Harry moved in the Weasley’s in the Burrow. He certainly couldn't bring you there anytime soon. Especially when Arthur would ask you loads of questions. Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Neither of you knew how to get a conversation going. You took your time stirring his coffee and grabbing the small box of biscuits before turning back to him. You made yourself tea instead, having drank too much coffee throughout the day to calm your nerves. He took the styrofoam cup and box from your hands and purposely brushed his fingers against yours but made it seem like an accident. Your neck stiffened at the sudden physical contact and pulled your hands back. He felt electric and if he let you, you'd grab his hands and keep them intertwined with yours.

It’s now or never you thought. “Do you want to go to dinner sometime–”

“Would you like to go out with me–” you and Harry spoke at the same time. You hadn't processed what he said so you questioned, “Huh? What was that?” Harry thought he heard you correctly, but he asked you again, “Would you like to go out with me? For dinner, maybe?”

YES, YES, YES you chanted in your head. Your heart was warm and you felt a butterfly flutter about inside you. On the outside, you were cool and collected. But your smile could have spoken for you. “Yes, I’d love that.”

—

Hermione helped Harry with looking for nice places in muggle London. George offered his best suit to the raven-haired boy, but Harry declined because he was significantly smaller in stature than the tall ginger, and also because he feared that George would have hexed the suit to either squirt out water, or have random objects falling out the sleeves.

George, Ginny and Ron would tease Harry about finally having a girlfriend, only to get scolded by both Hermione and Molly to stop. “Harry is a perfectly handsome young boy, he should be dating as much as he can,” Molly would defend.

“Ah, but mum, Harry isn't a boy anymore,” George joked. Molly hit her sons’ head with a cleaning rag and returned to what she was doing. Harry had picked a small restaurant that Hermione recommended that was inexpensive but not shabby. He never really liked expensive places or things even though he can absolutely afford them. She suggested that she helped him pick out something to wear, but he stopped her right there. “I can dress myself, thanks,” Harry sassed.

“The one you should be helping is my hopeless brother,” Ginny joked about Ron. He didn't find it all funny as Ron had a sour look on his face and whispered under his breath, “Bloody menace.”

“What did you say?” Ginny stood straight up from the couch and chased Ron throughout the house. She may be the youngest in the house, but it didn't make her any less scary when mad. George laughed at the sight of his siblings fighting while Molly yelled at them to be careful.

Harry finally put everything together – but if he was honest, he was putting together whatever Hermione said – and went to his room. There was still a couple days until the date, but he was nervous. He’s never really gone on a date. There was the night with Patil at the Yule Ball, but that didn't end well. There were a couple hang outs with Cho in the library, but never an actual date. So he hoped that this would turn out well.

—

Harry's breath was taken away when he saw you. You looked absolutely beautiful in the sundress you wore. Looking ethereal, you hadn't noticed Harry across the street parking the car. For a split second, he almost rear ended the car in front of him.

He walked towards slowly after taking a deep breath and held a single daisy in one hand. Hermione said roses were ideal, but he figured he should come up with at least one thing on his own. Your e/c eyes met his green ones and your heart did somersaults in your chest. Once he stood in front of you, you both said ‘Hi’ at the same time. Harry handed you the daisy and you were flattered by the gesture. It was a beautiful flower and you couldn't wait to put it in a small vase and display it at the cafe.

“Shall we go inside?” Harry had one of his hands pointed towards the door of the restaurant. You nodded and walked into the place with Harry holding the door open for you and another elderly couple behind him. He’s so sweet you thought.

The night was perfect; Harry had felt comfortable in your presence. Much like the first night you had met and the times after, you both spent the dinner talking and laughing. This was the most normal, but also best Harry had felt in a long time. He hadn't realized how he never really got to be a young person due to all the insane things he’d gone through his six years at Hogwarts and then before with his aunt and uncle. But here he was with you, doing the most normal thing. Harry’s troubles were lifted off of his shoulders. There was no threat of Death Eaters terrorizing the streets, there was no Dark Lord out to get him; it was just him sitting down and having dinner with a woman that he really liked.

He learned more about you tonight. For one, you were also an only child. Other than your cats, you also liked dogs. And you occasionally played football with some of your cousins. Harry had never played football, but if it was anything like quidditch, he was sure that he'd love it as well.

At the end of the date, he took you to your underground tube station. You walked side by side, hands slightly brushing against another. You walked a bit faster to stop in your tracks right in front of him. “I had a lot of fun,” you confessed.

“Me too,” Harry expressed. You looked down at your fiddling hands while Harry couldn't take his eyes off of you. He was about to say ‘good night’ before you built up the courage and kissed him on the cheek. “Night, Harry,” you beamed at him. Harry was turned into a blubbering, love-struck fool as he saw you walk further and further away. Finally, he yelled out, “I’ll see you on Monday!”

Before turning away into the tube, you waved and repeated his words back at him, “See you Monday!”

—

“Well you're certainly in a bright mood today, Mr. Potter,” Dr. Osborne observed Harry from his seat. Since the date, he’s been talking a bit brighter and his smile is more genuine than when he first came in. “Could it be because you’re seeing someone after you leave?” All Harry could do was smile. “Well I’m very happy that you now have a companion aside from your friends.”

Harry nodded before he replied back, “Thank you, sir.”

“No need to thank me, Mr. Potter. You did this on your own,” Dr. Osborne stated. “Will you bring her to the wedding?”

“No, I don't think we’re ready for that,” Harry informed. This wedding would definitely include magic and you hadn't been close to any exposure of it. “Of course.” Dr, Osborne added. There was a bit of silence after that, which gave the counselor an opportune moment to ask about some of the things that were the reason for his weekly visits. “Do you still have the nightmares?”

Harry’s smile lowered. “Yeah, I do. But not as frequent as I used to have them.” It was true, it went down from him having them about nearly everyday to only get them once every couple weeks. He thanked Merlin you were kept out of his nightmares. He didn't need to see something traumatizing.

Dr. Osborne took notes and set his notepad down. “Well, Mr. Potter. I have seen excellent progress since day one. I think we can move down to just one session per week and work our way down to once every few weeks. I'll see you next Monday.” He opened the door for Harry and shook his hand as Harry left. Harry went to your cafe right after. The daisy he gifted you was on display above the glass bread display in a small, white vase. He hoped that you regularly watered and fed it so you wouldn't notice that Harry actually hexed the flower to never die. You were currently helping someone out when Harry stood in line. Once the customer you were with left, you noticed your boyfriend – at least you assumed he was, now – standing behind a couple of people. He waved at you, and you pointed to the usual table he sat at. It was almost like you reserved the table only for him. He nodded and sat down, patiently waiting for you to finish the line of customers.

Harry was mesmerized watching you work, the beautiful, kind smile you had when talking to customers. Some of them were obviously regulars as you asked one elderly man how his grandchildren were. Once she finished helping everyone, she started working on the usual coffees and tray on biscuits for the two of you.

Harry loved hearing about your day and he wished he could tell you more beyond what happens at home that didn't include magic. He didn't know when he'd tell you about him being a wizard. Ron and Hermione told him that if he were to tell you, you're more than welcome to attend their wedding which was still a few months away now that they have all the time in the world to plan it. He didn't know what to say, but there was one thing he was sure about. He really liked, maybe even loved, how comfortable he felt around you. He liked the way your hands felt in his, your eyes shying away when you looked at him for too long. And he loved the feeling of your warm, soft lips against his at the end of the night when you had just locked the doors and he just went for it. Because in that moment, he wasn't the famous Harry Potter who saved the wizarding world, he wasn't Harry Potter who was recovering from the aftermath of the Battle. He was just Harry, and he really liked being your boyfriend.

At least he assumed he was.

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Breaking Bastion

Another punishment fic for the series. He's coming after EVERY wife because they all get on his nerves lol so just wait. Written for @bastioncarterstevens-udaku

**Edit: An anon was concerned that this could read as Erik being abusive, abusing his power without Bastion's consent. Understandable, but I'd like to say that Bastion is an actual character linked above (I didn't make her up). She's one of the 11 wives of the wifey fics and she's well known as the bratty sub. Check her out. She and Erik are married and he knows her well as her dom. Also, she does consent verbally and nonverbally in this story. There are other fics with Bastion and since this was written FOR and tailored TO her, I didn't go into the specifics of describing their dynamic and safe words. But in the future, I'll include a disclaimer or something to cut down on the confusion. Maybe something like this and the people who already know can scroll pass it, I guess.

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"You been hanging round Henny too much writing checks yo lil bratty ass can't cash," Erik grumbled, irritated. He gripped Bastion tightly by her bun and dragged her forward into his playroom, tossing her inside where she fell quickly to the floor from the force. Stepping over her, he turned on his camera and the footage immediately began to play on the living room's flat screen where the remaining ten wives were gathered. This show was mandatory viewing for all wives and Bastion would serve as the example to all that bratty behavior and explicit mention of other niggas would not be tolerated. Crushes were fine, but lately his wives seemed to go overboard.

"I leave y'all alone and this the shit y'all talk about. Y'all can't handle one dick for more than a couple hours and now you want two?" Shaking his head, this thoughts went to all the times each one of them tapped out, sweating and screaming messes. Pathetic.

"Y'all bitches want that nigga so bad, then go get him. Lil desperate asses. I'm a get a 12th wife. That simple." They hated that idea, he knew it. He had enough trouble with each wife seeming to have about three damn personalities depending on infinite factors. It was like juggling 33 women, and he struggled enough with 11. They wouldn't understand that though and he couldn't help his attraction to psycho ass bitches. Perhaps that was his problem. Charlie had been told him, but he ain't wanna hear it then.

"I ain't tell you to get up," he snapped at Bastion who was lifting from the floor. She instantly slipped back down, but he knew her annoying ass way too well. She acted up purposely when she wanted to be fucked into submission and most of the time it was fine. A little crack about his beard or head here and there, it was all good. The problem came when he heard her refer to herself as Mrs. Neverson as though she didn't have Bastion Carter Stevens-Udaku posted every-damn-where.

--

"Is he referring to Tremaine?" Charlie was shook. That's all her sisters talked about lately.

"Oh shit! How he know," Ryley gasped. She had a side bae of her own she was trying to keep low-key.

"It don't even matter. What's he gonna do about it? Nothing." Henny rolled her eyes, unphased.

"Oh you finna find that out right now, sweetheart. You hella faulty for that shit too," Erik spoke to the camera causing Henny to jump to attention. There was something in the room somewhere allowing him to hear the conversation.

"Then do something. I'm not scared of you, patchy ass nigga," Henny fussed.

"Skrr, this ain't about you right now. Shut the fuck up and listen," Erik fired back with a cut it motion to his neck.

"Aw shit," Angel's brows raised. Her man was advancing.

--

"Get the fuck up since you wanna test a nigga like I won't fuck ya tiny ass up." Bastion rose slowly to her feet and Erik's heavy hand returned to grip her bun, pushing her face towards the camera.

"Say ya new chosen name since y'all thought that shit was funny. I wanna laugh too, gone say it."

With his tight grip pulling painfully against her scalp, hesitation sat in her eyes. She was nervous, but she was talking shit before.

"SAY IT," he snarled lowly in her ear as he angled her face for the wives to see.

"Ms. Neverson," she spoke boldly. Showing off.

"Hm," he smirked. "You think that shit's cute. You want me to take my name back. You don't wanna be a Stevens or Udaku? Say the words." He waited for her lips to move but again she hesitated so he pushed her away again, heading to his collection of toys where he returned with a set of handcuffs and specially designed underwear she hadn't seen before.

"Strip," he commanded. "I don't want to," she combatted quickly.

"Bitch, if I have to say it again.. You gone regret it." Every fiber of his being meant the threat, but she'd still push him.

"I'm not afraid of you, Erik. Do what you gotta do."

"Hm," he scoffed, "Well now that I have yo consent."

He approached her and she tried to run but he grabbed her, and gripped her by the neck raising her kicking body in the air.

"When I tell you to do something.. I mean that shit. If you don't wanna be choked out on a fuckin loop.. DO what I tell you to DO." His hand squeezed her throat tightly willing to take it there. It took being choked out and shook twice before she finally agreed. By that time, she was a bit more sluggish. Her turquoise dress came off and then she reached for her matching heels.

"Nah, keep those on. Take off everything else."

The bra came off and then the underwear. Bastion stood with nothing on but her heels, diamond stud earrings, and a diamond tennis bracelet gifted from Erik himself and his eyes roamed her body in approval.

"Don't throw that shit on my floor, bitch, fold it and put it on the surface over there," he gestured to a chest of drawers. "And put these on," he threw her the panties noting her confused face. Every part of her body was committed to memory, but he still liked to gaze upon what he owned, watching her move fluidly back and forth. As far as he was concerned, she wasn't going anywhere. When she returned, new panties on, he stepped closer slapping the cuffs on her wrists, cuffing them behind her back before moving her bracelet to his pocket.

"Kneel." She completely ignored him, but that only made things more interesting. Infinite things he could do to her. He returned to his collection to grab a custom designed harness that he'd engineered himself and a 6-ft leather bullwhip.

"What? Um.. wait. WAIT NO, I'm kneeling.. See?" Her knees quickly buckled and fell to the floor, but it was far too late for that.

"I'm not afraid of you, Erik. Do what you gotta do," he mocked with a smirk before cracking his whip. "You done already said it babygirl." On one side of the harness in his hand was a moderately sized dildo and on the other side, a duster. He inserted the dildo end into Bastion's mouth and strapped it on tightly behind her head, satisfied with the occupation of her mouth.

"And this, my lovely wives," he spoke to the camera before pulling a remote from his pocket, "Is how you silence a brat. Simple. Now, Duster," he hit a button and Bast's eyes went wide as an intense buzzing came from the seat of her panties. "Do your job and clean this room. I want every surface in this room dusted from left to right. Start from the door then go around." He picked up the camera and followed her around as she walked in her heels, lowering her face and bending to sweep the attachment in her mouth over various drawers, tables, and surfaces. Pushing the button again, he smiled as she began to make muffled whimpers and groans and then she paused, swept away by the feeling in her panties. He snapped his whip hitting her ass and she jumped from the sting.

"Get to work, bitch. This ain't it." He snapped the whip across her ass again and she gasped, cleaning intently. "Good bitch. Dust all that shit.. yup," he encouraged capturing her from every possible camera angle as she worked. She looked like she was about to cum so he turned the vibration down and then off until she could move again, then he turned it back on.

"Can y'all guess the lesson in this? ..Since her mouth full and she can't talk?"

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"Shit, you're a sadist? That's what I get," Josephine said, as the whip snapped again. Aly'sha looked at Henny who was staring down at her own nails, not wanting to look. "It's what she deserves," Aly'sha whispered unphased. She was eating Cheetos.

"You're cleaning up this house," Angel guessed enraptured by what was on the screen. Kimora was laying on Ryley's lap as Ryley stroked her hair absentmindedly. "You cleaning up this house and she need to clean up her act," Ryley said dryly, though her eyes were alight with humor. Charlie just shook her head, the same humor written on her face.

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"That's right," Erik smirked, "And she ain't the only one. All y'all muhfuckas guilty in my eyes." A thick wooden paddle hung neatly on a far wall and Bastion's eyes followed his. She knew he'd do it. Wrapping up the whip, he switched it out for that wooden paddle.

"Now. I'm a whoop ya ass like you pledging until I think it's enough." Pushing her over the bed, she was helpless and he paused. "Let me make this clear. I don't care what the fuck you're attracted to. What I do care about is you disrespecting me and my name while you with me. You either an Udaku or you whatever the fuck, but you can't be both." He removed the vibrating panties and switched them for a vibrating toy egg which he lubricated and shoved into her vagina. Immediately she began to clench around it and writhe.

"You wanna fuck that nigga? Cool, pack ya shit and get up out my house.. Then plan that nigga funeral cuz you coming right the fuck back." SMACK. He swung hard for his first swing of the paddle and he knew it because the sound that squeaked from her spoke surprise. The pain combined with the pleasure of the vibrator would to help her see things his way. He landed another hard swing on the same asscheek with the same force and then another and another, only stopping to watch the wetness leak out of her. The endless muffled noises spoke pain and he landed yet another swing. He could do this all night.

"You been a pain in my ass forever and I can't be a pain for five minutes?" He tsked and moved to the other asscheek, evening up the tally on her deep toned skin. "You want some more? Yeahhh you want some more. You act up for this shit right? Or did you think I'd reward you with dick?"

He swung again, his laugh mocking. He probably looked like a villain to his other wives.

"How many swings was that so far," he asked into the camera already knowing the answer.

"Eleven," Ryley quickly supplied.

"One for all you bitches," Erik pointed the paddle toward the camera before swinging it again. Bast was breathing hard and loud. "Twelve for the bitch I'm finna get if y'all keep this shit up. You good babygirl?" He looked down to her tear-streaked face and held her nose shut for a few seconds before releasing it. She was struggling. He knew that gag wasn't too comfortable but it gave her something to bite down on. She shook her head, no. Aww.

"Damn, princess. Too bad."

He swung harder this time, lighting her cheeks up in ten more swings before he decided he couldn't go further without hurting her. He then massaged her cheeks in attempt to sooth the beaten areas, her wetness gushing to the bed as the egg buzzed.

"Freaky ass bitch." Unfastening the strap of the harness, he pulled the dildo from her mouth. There was a thick string of saliva stretched from her mouth to it. He pushed it back in roughly for her to gag on before tossing it to the side. "You nasty ass bitch. Roll over." He moved to grab the camera again and pointed it at her face. "Your name is..."

"Bastion..," she swallowed catching her breath, "Carter...," she gasped.

"Took too long," he said throwing her legs over his shoulder. The camera was focused on their pelvises as he stroked himself back and forth across her soaked entrance, teasing her and glossing the end and underside of his thick dick. He rubbed her wetness around his length before trailing down to her ass and breaching the rim before pushing in further, spitting to add more slip. Her mouth was stuck wide.

"You catchin flies or just preparing for this nut," he asked spitting a healthy glob. It landed in her open mouth and he laughed silently to himself. He had great aim.

"Swallow," he commanded and she did, groaning shakily, her eyes rolling back. Though her hands were cuffed behind her with her hips suspended in the air, she was still trying to grind into him and pull away at the same time, her orgasm rising to hit again. He held her hips still keeping his consistent pace.

"Nah, words. Be a good bitch and speak. Who's dick is in that ass?"

"..Yours," she breathed as he stretched her ass, hammering. He dug his nails hard into her skin.

"Nah. Say my fuckin name."

"..Y-yours.. Erik.. Daddy..," she keened.

"There you go, and who DNA you just fuckin swallow?" She couldn't help herself, she came all over him. And she had the nerve to talk about belonging to some other nigga. "You a dumbass if you think someone else could ever fuck you as good as I fuck you, this ain't even nothing."

He continued his assault on her ass as the vibrator continued. He wouldn't stop until he got his nut.

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"Erik, she done. The lollipop is gone, stop sucking it," Charlie called. "Always extra! She can't even answer you," Angel empathized. He'd already taught her her lesson and she was on the straight and narrow. She shifted in her seat, remembering.

"At least he ain't breaking all her shit," Henny snapped angrily, flashbacks to her punishment pissing her off all over again. She touched her hair where he'd cut it.

"Shut the fuck up," Erik's voice growled making them all hot.

"MAKE ME," Henny yelled.

"I'll make you sleep in a fuckin box that's what I'll fuckin do. You gotta lotta mouth, but ya muscles don't fuckin match."

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She said some other slick shit, but he wasn't listening. She liked to run her mouth a lot too, but that's all it was.. running her mouth, like a lawnmower. He knew how to block out the noise. All he was focused on in that moment was getting his nut. Time ticked by with him fighting off his release, liking the feeling of her stretched tight around him and finally he couldn't fight anymore. He pulled out.

"About damn time," Josephine yelled as he dropped Bast's hips, letting her limp legs fall. He pulled her bun forcing Bastion to help him by lifting as he pulled her to an upright position.

"I never wanted Tremaine," she grunted. "I just wanted to fuck him, I was curious.. that's all."

"Mhm. Be curious on these nuts. Clean my dick," he commanded and her lips attached to it quickly like two soft pillows, sucking him to his release, which she swallowed with no qualms. He grabbed her face squeezing it in his hand, her cheeks squished making her look like a chipmunk.

"I ain't even gotta fuckin ask you at this point, but I'm a ask you. What's ya fuckin name?" He looked down at her daring her to fuck up. The egg was still buzzing and that paddle could go another round.

"Bastion.. Carter Stevens-Udaku," she sighed.

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