Uh, yeah. I really fell off my posting schedule there. Trying not to let the guilt bog me down on that one too much! The truth is that when I started posting the fic, I had like 14 or 15 chapters completely done already and I was like, no problem! That's months until I run out, I will definitely keep up.
Narrator voice: she did not, in fact, keep up
I lengthened the time between updates when I first realized I was in trouble in an attempt to stave this off, but alas, I still failed to make my posting deadline last week. Primarily thanks to a potent miasma of lack of time, lack of motivation, overabundance of the head games our inner critics like to play with us, and a dash of despair.
BUT! Progress has been made, inner critics have been stomped upon, a couple chapters have been wrested into rough draft, and I have hopes of resuming posting some time soon. I think I will avoid painting myself into another corner by saying when though.
Thanks for enjoying the fic enough to care one way or the other. It really does help a lot!
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I have posted chapter 10 of my @mdzsbigbang fic Tether. This chapter comes with lovely art from the amazing @alightbuthappypen! (How did I get so lucky to get so many pieces for this fic?!)
hey annerb!! I remember reading a fic of yours once set after a quiddich gala?? I think it was smut although I'm not completely sure. I can't seem to find it. love your work!
Perhaps you mean this post. I posted the original fic to my AO3, but I think the smutty sequel only exists on tumblr.
So who remembers the Four Seasons Landscaping press conference debacle of November 7th, 2020? You know, the one held across the street from the sex shop. And the endless memes after of “imagine your OTP: who owns the landscaping company and who owns the sex shop”?
Well, yeah, I wrote this thing for it a long while back. And yes, of course I made Harry work at the sex shop and Ginny at the landscaping company. Decided I should just schedule it to post on the next November 7th. Enjoy!
Come Again
(Harry/Ginny, meet-cute, Harry works at a sex shop, bad flirting, Ginny’s into it anyway, non-magic world, Teen, no content warnings. Other than, you know, sex shop inventory!)
Harry glances up from his magazine at the sound of the shop door opening. He cursorily looks over the customer—young woman, mid-twenties, red hair, short, athletic build—before returning his attention to the magazine. He’s noticed most customers don’t particularly like the feeling of being watched. Some people flee immediately upon catching him watching them. Especially women.
Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye, he can see her slip down the aisle furthest from the cashier counter, the one full of costumes and larger objects far too difficult for anyone to steal.
“Harry?”
He looks over at Tara near the breakroom at the back where she’s pulling on her coat. “Are you off?” he asks.
“Yeah,” she says, swinging her purse over her shoulder. “Are you sure it’s okay if I take Tuesday morning off?” She’s biting at her lower lip, as thinking his offer was somehow a trap. He wonders what kind of shit she had to put up with at her last job. Or it could just be him. Maybe she’s still trying to get used to him as their manager or something.
“Yes,” he says, forcing his voice patient. “Go get your tooth looked at. I’ll cover the shift, no problem.”
“Thank you,” she says in a rush. She glances over, catching sight of the ginger. “Want me to cover this one before I go?”
“I’ve got it,” he says, and it occurs to him that maybe she’s more nervous about leaving him to do the shift on his own than she is that he’s going to get mad at her for taking the time off.
He’d be offended by that if he hadn’t spent the last three weeks completely in over his head. But he’s starting to get the hang of it now.
Tara waves and leaves out the back.
“So you’re the owner then? You don’t look like a Luna.”
He turns to find the customer standing in front of him. He glances at the big sign out front declaring this store as Luna’s sex toys and more store.
“What? Oh,” he says. “No. I’m just filling in for her for a few months. She’s out on maternity leave. Twins.”
“Ah, so you’re just the understudy,” she says.
“Something like that.”
Pull yourself together, Potter.
“Then you’re…” She waves a finger around in a circle, encompassing the whole store. “In the business?”
He laughs. “No.” He realizes a moment too late how bad that sounded, and rushes on. “She was going to have to shut the shop down or cut her time home, but I’m between careers at the moment, so I figured I could cover for her.” He has no idea why he is spilling his life story out at her, and he considers that maybe Tara had seen what he hadn’t when she’d been so reluctant to leave him on his own. “It’s been a bit of a learning curve, I admit. Though mostly it seems to be about putting customers in categories and treating them accordingly.”
Her eyes narrow, as if sensing an insult towards the kind of people who might come to a shop like this. “Meaning what, exactly?”
“No,” he says, desperately trying to backpedal. “It’s just… Look. It’s like setting expectations? There’s people who come for joke gifts, the people who pretend they are here for joke gifts because they are too embarrassed to want to buy something, the people who know exactly what they want and get right to it, and the people who are here because of rebounds. Each kind of person would prefer to be treated differently: ignored, helped, given stern looks. So it’s just about figuring out which kind of customer they are, so I can make this easiest for them.”
The customer is now frowning at him. “You know that still sounds kind of creepy, even if it makes sense.”
“Studying people is kind of my thing.”
She only looks more alarmed.
“Not in a creepy stalker way! Or in a ‘I want to draw your picture’ way. I was a profiler. You know, criminals?”
“Ah, so now the customers are criminals.”
He would think he just can’t win with this maniacal customer, but she was smiling now, clearly teasing him. “Only if you try to walk off with Gary shoved down your shirt,” he gamely replies.
She turns to follow his gesture, letting out a low laugh at the sight of an enormous oversized novelty cock with a face on the tip. It’s not a ‘I’m nervous and about to break down into a fit of giggles’ laugh either, so Harry is pretty sure this is a customer who won’t mind being offered help.
“So is there anything in particular I can help you find?” he asks.
“You tell me.”
Said in any other tone, that might sound like a come on, but it was more challenging than coy. “Excuse me?” he asks.
“Am I here for a joke gift? Profile me.”
He looks her over, eyes lingering on the details. A new sweater (he could see the strip where the sticker had been removed very recently). Her hair looked freshly cut, the way she touched it said it was not the length she was used to, maybe having cut it off recently. There was the slightest indentation on her ring finger, a faint tan line.
“You’ve recently broken off a long-term relationship, either started when you were both very young, with someone who likes vanilla sex that you found boring, or with someone who was offended by the idea of you using any toys because it felt like cheating and made you get rid of them.”
She stares back at him, eyes wide.
He said it all without thinking, really, just speaking as it came to him, these thoughts about who she was that he might come up with about a case.
“Sorry,” he says, certain he’s just cost Luna a customer. “I’m sure I’m way off.”
“No,” she says, “you’re annoyingly on-point.”
He winces, realizing that’s probably even worse.
Definitely time to try to make a tactful retreat, if at all possible. But before he can back away, she’s speaking again.
“I used to have a Shibari before he made me toss it. Any thoughts on what might be like that? Only better. And bigger. Longer battery life.”
“Uh,” he says, floundering for a moment. Then he walks over to a shelf, pointing at a slim lavender-colored wand vibrator. “I can tell you the mini halo is really popular. But Luna always says it depends on what you’re looking for, not what other people want.”
Her eyebrow lifts, and it occurs to him that he has basically just asked for detail about her sex life. Yup. It’s possible he’s out of his element. He ends up texting Luna, for some reason not wanting to lead this particular customer astray. Not just because she seems pretty great. She deserves to get what she wants after all! Everyone does!
Getting tired of the back and forth, the customer eventually just grabs his phone and texts Luna directly, debating the finer points of the Soul Sucker. The woman’s smile—stupidly lovely, really—No, not appropriate, Harry!—is wider and wider as she gets into a really long exchange with Luna. Ending with a gasp of adoration when Luna apparently texts a picture of her sons.
The text exchange eventually dies down, the customer giving Harry a bald, assessing look.
“What?” he asks, refusing to shift back and forth on his feet, reminding himself of his long career as a criminal investigator—which would mean more if he hadn’t burned out and left with no real plans for anything else he’s going to do instead. Other than manage a sex toy store, apparently.
“She wants to know how you’re doing,” the woman asks. Her eyes narrow as she studies him a bit longer, and, shit, she should consider a career as an interrogator. She nods her head, like coming to a decision and then starts typing away again, this time narrating as she does. “Approachable, only slightly creepy, blushes at a minimum, non-judgmental, but needs an education.”
He lets out a startled laugh, not offended in the least. Actually a better rating than he’d expect. “Trust me, every day in this shop is an education.”
Her eyebrow lifts. “I can only imagine.” She hands his phone back and sweeps up the Soul Sucker and the mini halo too.
Harry helpfully points out the displays of various lubes, letting her head over there by herself as he steps back behind the counter.
A guy comes in then, picking up a pre-order which is thankfully much more straight forward, a package already put together by Tara before she left.
By the time he’s done ringing him up, the woman has made her final selections, putting them down on the counter. He scans each one, slipping them into a bag without looking at them. Not his business!
“And with the five percent break up discount, that comes to….”
“Discount?” she asks. “I don’t need your pity.”
“What?” he asks, feeling like he’s messed up yet another thing. “No, seriously. It’s a thing.” He flips the card with five different set barcodes on it, handing it over to her.
You’re better off without them! – 5%
Never too late to figure out what you like! – 5%
Congrats on embracing your sexual identity! – 5%
You’re a few bucks short, but still deserve joy – 5%
She looks at him in surprise.
He shrugs. “Luna.”
She seems to relax then. “Which one am I getting?”
“Does it matter?” he asks.
She lets out a huff. “Guess not.” She hands over a credit card and he really does his best not to look at her name or anything, but it is sort of a part of credit safety? Or something?
Ginny Weasley. Is her name. It sounds vaguely familiar, though he can’t quite place it.
She signs the receipt, and he passes over the bag. “Have a nice day,” he says, almost automatically.
“Oh, I’d better,” she says, lifting the bag.
He really tries not to blush. He really does. Professional, Potter. Real professional.
Only then she’s giving him a wink and walking towards the door. “Let me know if you ever need help with landscaping,” she says, “so I can return the favor.”
Harry pauses at the strange words, frowning, resisting the urge to look down at his body.
She’s definitely laughing at him now. “The landscaping company next door? Weasley’s Landscaping? It’s where I work. The family business.”
“Oh,” Harry says with a sudden rush of understanding. She works right next door. Where he will likely see her. Again. Quite often. “Right. I definitely will.”
“Great. See you around.”
He can’t help grinning. “Come again!” he calls out after her.
He can hear her laughter as the door shuts behind her.
It takes Harry a while to realize he’s humming as he starts taking stock of the strap-ons inventory.
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Helloooo, love your work :) a while ago, you had posted the nsfw sequel to “you don’t have to stay” on your tumblr…I tried searching for it but not able to find it… do you mind posting it again?
It is reblogged right in the original post! You can read it here.
