And In My Head

i am a poem

and chocolate

kind of person

and i would rather

leave regrets

to anyone

but me.

i am a romantic

who is learning

that love is not

just meant

to somebody else.

Writing romance when your romantic life is a complete mess? Yeah.

Well, I least I loved and lost.

I guess it’s better than have never loved.

Or when I wrote romance and had literally no experience.

I don't have an AO3 account so I'm just gonna say it on here-I adore your current hedric fic! I've binge read it all so far in the last 2 days, and I've never read anything like it. It's the perfect mix of cute romance and an interesting plot. I usually don't like stuff involving time travel (or AUs in general) but this one is an exception! It works really well. I hope you enjoy writing this as much as I do reading it.

I very much enjoy writing it and I enjoy it just as twice when I get to know that someone else does too 💖 Thanks for taking the time to write me a message!

I wanted to create what I longed to read in a romance, and I'm so happy it's the perfect mixture of all my favorite things. There is still so much to explore and I'm so excited

Funnily enough, I would've never thought I'd write a time travel plot. I don't usually read that kind of stories either, but when I first came up with the idea I found it a little different from what I knew and it carried the fic towards. Even when the plot has been a challange in so many ways, it's worth it. And their relationship is so damn cute and it's what I love writing the most ❤️❤️❤️

I like The Vampire Diaries and Twilight so ofc I wanted to read the Crave series.

And I did.

Love it.

Except for the same thing I didn’t like in Twilight books. It’s not like most people read it for the plot. More like plot-what-plot. It’s romance. The characters matter so much. And I hate when the plot takes over everything, like it was a good idea for sure but why everything has to revolve around it and there it no space for anything else?

I wanted to read more about Edward and Bella and their child, along with every other character.

And on Court… Everything is so fast and we’re there wondering about the missing holes.

Can somebody forget the plot and give amazing, cute, romantic scenes with happiness and not always suffering? They deserve to live good times too. Lots of books or movies have like a few pages/minutes of a happy ending.

Just thought I'd leave this here lol.

-Average novel: anywhere from 60k to 100k words, over that is usually seen as too long

-Your always yours fics: 258k words and counting. The boy in my dreams alone is 61k.

Fun facts:

1) I inicially thought it would be a short story. I was so wrong. I can't for the hell of it write short stories, I don't know why. Except if it's poetry. I am such a sucker for anything romantic ✨

2) Like I know it seems like a super slowburn BUT it's so long that we get so much and I love it. I kinda miss writing The Boy In My Dreams, even when The Boy I Love feels so sweet too in a different and still wholesome way.

3) I wanted them to be a couple for at the very least the same amount of chapters they weren't together. I always wish for more relationship content. (And even funnier, they decided when it was about time, not me lol Harry and Cedric's love is so strong it goes againt outline.)

4) It's not over yet! I am not sure how many chapters are left, but just knowing it's not that far is both exciting and sad. It has been such a ride and there is so much more to happen.

Thanks for the message! I wonder how many words will it be, but at the same time I have more plans for them lol

This really works for me. Why am I like this?

Me: I don't know what to write next. Like it has to be interesting. If it doesn't entretain me what can I expect...?

Mi dirty mind: So add smut.

Me: Yeah, that will do.

Harry helps Cedric to get the itchy paint off his face

at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 3

Harry, however, remained standing by his side.

“Do you need help?”

"Yes, please," he admitted, both embarrassed and worried that his face would be red from rubbing so much. And that was only half. “I can't take it off.”

"Did you suddenly have a change of heart?" Harry asked humorously, taking a piece of paper and dunking it slightly under the water.

That made Cedric laugh.

"Although the presentation of Bulgaria was interesting, no," he answered, stopping for a moment from trying to wash his right cheek to look at him. “What about you?”

"Always with Ireland, but Krum..."

“He’s really good.”

Harry nodded as he brought the cold paper to his other cheek.

Cedric stopped himself from taking a step back in surprise.

How had he thought Harry would help?

"This is kind of stuck to your face," he said with a frown and apologized for rubbing too hard. Cedric smiled, making the pressure build up. “It seems that it’s starting to fade.”

"My face will be red."

"More like orange," Harry pointed out. “Better than green.”

Cedric had seen his blond Slytherin classmate in the stands earlier. Draco.

He must have told Harry something, surely...

"You would make a good professional seeker," he commented, erasing the small frown from Harry’s expression. “Would you like to be one? Is that how you imagine your future?”

"No," Harry muttered immediately. “I don't imagine it like that.”

“Then how?”

"I guess I can't picture it at all."

They were silent for a few seconds.

Harry tossed the paper into the trash can and prepared another.

"Sounded a bit depressing, sorry," he admitted, starting to clean Cedric up again. Cedric was slightly leaning towards Harry. “Professional seeker sounds pretty good to me. And you?”

“I’ve never considered a future in Quidditch.”

It wasn't a secret or a confession.

“I could tell. You're good, but it doesn't seem like your style. The Ministry, perhaps? Like your father.”

"Maybe," he replied, thinking that this would hardly be his style. “Maybe some department… where I can make a difference. But I don’t think so. I think I would like something more related to medicine, helping people. Work in a wizarding or muggle health foundation. I don't know.”

The only person with whom he had shared this was Malcolm's mother, due to her work and evident knowledge in the muggle area. Harry's expression was one of complete interest and no trace of judgment, which relieved Cedric because he was afraid someone would think it was a bad idea.

Especially someone whose opinion he would appreciate.

"That sounds more like you."

The way Harry looked at him as he said that...

Their eyes focused on each other, his hand over Cedric’s face.

So close, and the warmth that invaded Cedric everywhere.

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I needed to post one of my favorite fragments (I have a lot of them, I know ha)

Why I am such a sucker for scenes that take place in a bathroom?

Did I make this account so I could just ramble about Cedric and Harry and the fic I’m writing??

Yeah.

Do I have friends I could talk to? Yeah, a few.

Also I have a gf, but I wouldn’t want to annoy her. Like I gotta respect some boundaries.

So I gave up trying to restraint myself and I spent like four hours writing because “I deserve it” and “if you can’t beat them, join them” (and by them I mean my own head)

When did writing become such a reward?

And the main thing providing me dopamine

Now I’m happy and sleepy

Tomorrow I will study, since I got it out of my system for now. It feels nice