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Reality is why I write romance.

the rowling hag killed off cedric because she knew harry’s character would take a life of his own and try to date him in the next book

I am happy I got into a point in my life that if I don't like something, I say it. If something makes me uncomfortable, I communicate it. What that person does with that information is another matter.

Someone says something I disagree with? I respectfully share my opinion. I used to keep everything inside just to not cause conflict.

Someone says something that hurts me or I find rude? I speak up.

i wonder if you still miss me

beause i do

but i am too much

of a coward

to find out

since i know

there is no point

sometimes

love has

no point

and that's fine

it does not need to

i miss you

and that's fine too

just the way it's supposed to

i loved you

somehow

in some way

I still do

i don't regret a single thing

besides the usual

not saying

how much you meant

to me

for the thousand time

i wanted endless

words

and we left it

at goodbye

If you see me smiling at my phone, no, I am not in love. I'm just reading a hedric fanfic.

a comic about fix-it fanfics

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.

Cedric recieves a special letter on his birthday

At breakfast, all of his closest friends and a few others at the table greeted Cedric. Along the letters in the mail, he found some of his friends who had already graduated, his father and some distant relatives he saw every couple of years —and Harry's.

An excited heartbeat skipped on his chest.

Cedric read some of the letters right there.

His father's, Harry's...

He stopped at every word.

Ced, I hope you have a great time today.

I know that I will see you in person and I also plan to say hello, but I wanted to write to you.

I hope it's not weird or something.

I wanted you to know how much your friendship means to me and I wasn't confident in letting you know if I had to say it. I know I'm not the best friend anyone could ask for and I'm sorry. You’re important to me. I don't know if you know how amazing you are, and I don't mean all those things I've heard people talk about you. Yes, most of them are true, but I'm talking about the sides I know I've been lucky enough to know, all the things you told me about yourself and every secret you've confided in me.

It has been a privilege to bump into you that day. Thanks.

Or should I thank my own clumsiness for it?

Adore you, Harry.

Merlin.

He was falling so hard for this boy.

And Cedric could still feel that… he hadn't even hit bottom.

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Harry's signature >

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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.

Me, a conflict-avoided and a writer: You mean I have to add CONFLICT???? Is it not enough to make them traumatized and softly and domestically taking care of each other?????

Saw this in a fic group I'm in and after the Pasta Is A Vampire joke the other day it felt fitting. 😅

(original here)

My bff asked me if I was alright bc she heard of the AO3 curse that affects writers. I've been through three of those things so far in like a few months

link

I've read a lot of people discussing writers or readers block BUT what happens when you have BOTH? It sucks.

Today marks one year since I've published the first chapter of my fic in my first lenguage.

I'm working on celebrating the "little things" in life, specially those that bring me joy.

One year writing almost with constancy, at times obsessively and still miraculously managing to handle all my other responsibilities.

I've been through so many changes since that first chapter... It's funny how I am no longer the same person, same as my characters. I've grown up so much it's hard to believe.

I've always struggled to feel proud of myself for anything, so like, happy one year to me 💛

Don't you even feel embarassed for celebrating anything in your life, not even if it's something sensed "small".

Long life to those fics that completely destroys you but they made you experience such pretty intense nice feelings, so it's like "It's okay that this hurts so much".

There are people like that too.

I'm not sure what is more frustrating about AO3 being down all day: not being able to read a fic or not being able to post a new chapter? :(

I was afraid that ending a romantic relationship might take its tool on my ability to write romance.

It did, but not as bad as I expected.

She still inspires me.

Not that she truly knew it before but she still does.

To the girl that brought me chocolate because she thought I might like them despite it being such a romantic gesture (she used to say she wasn’t a romantic person, but very deep inside she was the sweetest).

To the girl that loved me in such a pretty way.

Being loved by a her hit so different —or maybe I just haven’t been loved that right before.

I made up with love these days.

And I hope I still catch pieces of her in myself and my writing.

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 don't usually kiss my friends" -Cedric Diggory to Harry Potter

In the afternoon he approached Harry, who was standing with Ron and Hermione, and asked to speak in private. They headed for the gardens since the weather was still nice and it was the perfect location to discuss such a difficult matter to bring up in the first place.

"I don't usually do that kind of thing," was what came out of Cedric.

Harry tilted his head curiously. “What do you mean?”

"Kissing my friends."

His direct answer made Harry look away instantly. “Neither do I. I’ve never…”

"Was that your first kiss?"

"Did you notice?" he muttered, embarrassed.

It wasn't that Cedric had thought of it for any particular reason other than the suspicion that if someone had kissed the famous Harry Potter, he supposed it’d be known. And that Harry was, after all, younger than him and had never expressed any interest before.

"I wasn't sure," he admitted, not wanting to make him self-conscious. Cedric wasn't an expert by any means. “But it was good.”

That may not have been part of what he had planned to say.

“I kind of only got kissed by a Dementor once, so that was a big improvement.”

Cedric laughed at the joke, blushing.

That was Harry's way of agreeing too.

He wanted to tell him how he felt…

He wanted to tell him that he wouldn't mind kissing him right then and there again.

But he couldn't do it. If Harry didn't feel the same way, he wasn't sure they would manage to stay friends the same way. And even if Harry liked him too in that way, it might not be enough.

"I wouldn't want what happened to turn things weird between us. I think I misunderstood the situation… I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

Apologizing was something he was good at.

The detail was that it was not in relation to kissing him.

“You didn’t.”

“Really?” Cedric questioned, remembering how he himself would say something similar when it wasn't completely true. “You can tell me.”

“No, it was fine. It didn’t bother me."

It hadn't bothered him.

What could Cedric say to that?

"That wasn't your first, was it?" Harry asked.

“No, it wasn’t.”

But it was the best.

"I didn't know you had dated someone before.”

"Oh, I've never dated anyone. Those were disastrous occasions,” he blurted out, suddenly realizing that it might sound bad. “Not that this was.”

Maybe it was, in the sense that he was messed up on the inside.

Ao3: Always Yours

I got bored and decided to write some questions for fanfic authors!

[Here’s a Twitter friendly version!]

Fanfic Writer Q&A

🍐 Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind? If no, why not?

🍊 Do you have a trusted beta reader or are you more of the ‘Not Beta Read We Die Like Men’ type?

🍏 First person or third person?

🍎 Past tense or present tense?

🍌 How long do your fics tend to be? Short and sweet? Or novel-length?

🫐 Mutli-chapter or one-shots?

🍍 Rarepairs? Yea or nay?

🍈 In character or out of character?

🍉 Favorite trope? What’s a cliche that you just love?

🍆 Do you like reading/writing ABO?

🍓 OTP(s)?

🥝 NOTP?

🍋 Fluff or smut? Or both?

🌶 Does angst get you excited? Or does it make you wanna crawl into a hole and just cry?

🥭 How do you come up with fic ideas?

🥥 Are you a planner or do you just write by the seat of your pants?

🍒 Do you title your chapters?

🍑 Overused words or phrases that just make your eye twitch?

🍇 What’s something that you struggle with as a writer?

🥑 Any writing advice?

Moments in my hedric fic I can picture so perfectly

Part 3 - hogsmeade date version!

[Warning: it's from chapter 45/46]

Harry and Cedric visit every store at Hogsmeade together, brushing hands while nobody is watching. In an nearly deserted corridor, Harry places his hand in the back pocket of Cedric's trousers —and Cedric can't stop grinning

Cedric giving Harry his Hufflepuff scarf so he doesn't get cold 💛💛💛

Harry placing a hand over Cedric's leg under the table at the pub while they're talking to their friends

You would think these chapters couldn't have anything more but they do!

Ao3: Always Yours

Harry and Cedric's first kiss

He couldn't tell who hugged whom first. 

Standing in front of the fireplace, they melted into each other in a way he hadn't known possible. That unfamiliar feeling carved a path inside Cedric that he knew he would take frequently from now on. A mixture of peace and storm at the same time, one of those that devastates you in its path and nothing is the same ever again. 

The order did not matter, because after that prior conversation so…

Intimate and not at all reassuring, it was all Cedric wanted to do.

Unable to move away, he held on tightly and closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the lightness that filled him when feeling Harry's hands behind his back, encircling Cedric with his head in the crook of his neck. It seemed acceptable to say goodbye like that: the limits of their friendship had expanded, as if they had leveled up. 

Acceptable for one minute. 

The side game where Cedric had his heart in his mouth and so many trapped emotions was another matter.

Two and he stopped counting.

The pounding in his chest was all he could make out as Harry stepped back a few inches. With his face so close to his and his big green eyes watching him with an intensity he could only think must match his own, he heard him murmur his name. 

“ Cedric. ”

Like a whisper.

A warning.

And maybe it was because all summer he had Harry in his head.

Because he couldn't escape that bubbly feeling all night.

Because he would have sworn that Harry Potter was about to kiss him, Cedric leaned in an instant, breaking the short distance between them. Harry’s lips were so soft against his, warm and the pressure of his hand on the fabric of his shirt, as if Harry was holding on to him… 

Cedric had never felt like this in his entire life.

Trembling, alert and lost at the same time.

Each movement ignited a sensation that grew more compelling. That was the way Cedric would have ever imagined his first kiss. The need that came with each one caught him off guard and it might as well have been ten minutes or ten seconds before Harry pulled away for air. 

Then they looked at each other. 

What had they just done?

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I'm honestly committed to find and post my favorite moments <3

Ao3: Always Yours

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?

Meeting at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 2

Cho offered to paint their faces with the colors of Ireland just as she had done to hers. Harry didn't hesitate to nod and stood still as she brushed his face and held his chin for stability.

"All yours," Harry instructed as he rose from the seat, freeing it.

Cedric wasn't convinced, but he sat down.

The paint didn't seem like one of those that irritated his skin.

"You're adorable," Cho told Cedric with a big smile when she finished. A little shy all of a sudden, she added, "Both of you are.”

"Would you have painted me even if I supported Bulgaria?"

Cho laughed at Harry's indiscreet question.

"Yes, but it wouldn't have been my best work."

Harry's gaze fell on Cedric's face, studying it carefully as he recognized, “It does look really nice.”

The rosy hue, however, was not part of the Irish flag.

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Along with Cho, they made it back to the Weasleys' tent just in time for all of them to head out into the woods towards the stadium. Ginny and Luna had the team colors painted on their cheeks. Harry entered just for a moment to grab the items he had bought for tonight.

He came out wearing all that, as if he were a walking flag.

Cedric covered his smile. He looked so adorable —and funny.

“Want one?” Harry handed him a green shamrock rosette. "I think I'm a little loaded."

"Sure," he said, stifling a laugh.

He took the brooch and clipped it to his coat.

In the same place where Harry had his, identical.

Meeting at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 1

His father embarrassed Cedric when the topic of conversation he started upon meeting Harry was about the match they had played against each other, and he completely put aside Cedric's part where he established how their victory wasn't fair. He insisted that the best man had won, and words that once might have made Cedric feel validated now pained his expression.

"I'm sorry, my father…”

"He's proud of you," Harry said, not looking upset at all. “So you're gonna tell your grandkids about that match?”

“If I end up having those.”

"I imagine it as: children, Grandpa should tell you that once... a long time ago, when you weren't born... I beat Harry Potter in the most unfair way possible... and nobody let me correct it."

Cedric burst out laughing.

“Sounds pretty close to how it would be.”

"I would be honored if you tell your grandchildren about me."

“I'm sure most people will.”

Harry shrugged as if replying yeah, but still.

"If I had to tell them about a match, I'd prefer it to be a better one," Cedric admitted, somewhat intimidated because he suddenly thought that he would say: your grandfather was not only a friend of Harry Potter, but he had a little crush on him! Unrequited, of course. And there was the fact that he couldn't imagine a woman with whom he had children in the first place. “This year we’ll play on opposing teams again.”

"It will be difficult to play against you."

It didn't sound like the reason was his incredible flying skills.

"Would you let me win again?" Cedric teased sweetly.

"Only if you catch me if I fall again."

The subtle pressure on his chest was because he definitely would.

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I totally love rewriting the canon moments <3

Ao3: Always Yours

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

That deep desire to write when you can’t it’s killing me

Planning or daydreaming can only scratch that need to a certain point

And I’m not that much inspired to get it out easily

It’s more like “wow how much I wish I could spend all the afternoon cracking my head up until I find the right words”

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.

Cedric and Harry’s phone call during summer

"I miss Hogwarts," Harry blurted out, unable to avoid his wistful tone.

In all the letters he had written in that time, he had never admitted it.

Cedric remained silent for a moment.

"Not exactly Snape, I must confess," he continued with a joke, self-conscious.

"It's like home to you, isn't it?"

Harry didn't write that because he knew people would feel sad for him, just as he thought Cedric did.

He was embarrassed to answer yes.

“I miss Hogwarts too. My friends. And you.”

The other feeling Harry had…

It would last much longer than a call.

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Ao3: Always Yours

So I finally decided to start posting cute fragments from part two 🤍

And of course Harry says “I miss you too.”