AO3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 12)
Cedric's fit on his shoulder was delicate and firm. Harry was aware that this must be awkward, but he felt more at ease than he thought he should be. The tears had stopped the instant he leaned against him and stayed that way for what seemed like a long time. He wasn't sure how weird it was for Cedric. No emotion could be sensed on his behalf, other than his soft breathing. Harry figured Cedric wouldn't show signs of anything besides courtesy and kindness.
When Harry reluctantly pulled away to face him in embarrassment, Cedric did everything in his power to make the moment pass as if it hadn't been a big deal. The relief he experienced at this was indescribable. That ability Cedric had to make him feel comfortable must be the reason why he was so popular.
Why someone, anyone would want to spend time with him.
Harry was in no rush to leave that space in the middle of the forest.
As if they had the whole afternoon ahead of them, Cedric settled with his legs spread out under the dim sun that filtered through the branches of the trees. "It's nice to see you somewhere other than on a gurney, hurt."
The thought that he wasn't the only one enjoying being there made Harry relax against the ground. Every one of the sensations he had experienced during the minutes he had been in Cedric's arms, with his head on his shoulder, remained etched on his body. It was as if the touch hadn't ended, because he could still feel that pressure and warmth all over.
As if he was under a spell.
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I love this chapter so much it was hard to just pick one scene
Twilight meadow-and-forest vibes are there or is it that it never really left my head?
Friend I'd just like to inform you that your always yours fics are so powerful that I, someone with a pretty short memory, am brainrotting about these literally like half a year after reading them.
Literally I wish you could see my face just now when I thought about this fic and found that it had been recently updated. I am over the goddamn moon.
Anyways I literally don't have the words to describe how much I love your always yours series.
It makes my heart melt knowing this, I can't tell you how much I appreciate it and how much it helps keeping up the hard work. I try to post as regularly as I can.
I hope you enjoy the updates! There is so much more to happen... (me trying to be misterious)
PD: I have a pretty short memory too lol but I remember you 💛 and sometimes I really can't believe I am the one writing this fic that some people love, like damn it's all worth it.
i went to a bar
last night
but i still remember
picnic dates,
soft kisses
and skin,
bumping my nose
against yours.
loving you felt
like the sun raising
and it just went down
and now there is
only night.
i still remember the weight
of your small hand
on my thigh
and the way
you held me
even on a crowd
as if we were alone.
that's how we felt:
like there was no one else
because there wasn't.
with you i felt
so much taller,
stronger,
prettier
and luckier.
i guess i knew
i would run out
of luck someday.
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
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Pairing: Cedric x Harry
5th and 3rd year
AO3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 13)
"See you soon," Cedric said as he passed.
Harry didn't manage to answer and just stared at him for a brief instant, unable to open his mouth. He even turned his head in the direction he left, as did Ron. "Why would he wish you luck? After what happened at the match?”
"We were on good terms after that," Harry explained, feeling a little guilty for never mentioning Cedric before. “We talked a few times.”
The puzzled expression on Ron’s face needed no words. “Are you two friends ?”
Harry shrugged. "I don't know, maybe.”
"Cedric Diggory," Ron was muttering unbelievingly as they resumed their march. “And you. Friends.”
In truth, Harry didn’t blush this time.
The size of the smile he wore for the rest of the day was too big for him.
He was partly glad Ron hadn't noticed.
What would he have said then?
better than drugs
This may be a controversial opinion.
I love spoilers.
It might just be my anxiety but still. I get so excited when finding out things that will happen later in a book/series. Like what? Why? How? And then I see it and it clicks and makes sense.
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
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.
AO3: howtomakelovestay. HP and twilight fan. she/her. bi. English/Español.
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