So I Really Wanted To Write An Hedric Story.

So this is me trying to write my fic ever since I got my sweet Tangerine 💛

It ain't no lie, baby, bi bi bi ♫

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.

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

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.

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”

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

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 put the cards

over the table

for you to see it

and the game ended.

Someone might think

I'm the one who lost

but I'm not.

There are no winners

nor losers

in love.

Just players.

And I would do it

again and again

with somebody else.

and in my head

there is only you

and i don't get why.

i don't know if i want to

run away or

sink deeper in it.

if i want to

get out

or in.

if i am afraid

of winning

or losing.