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[ilbeyourprettyprettyplease]

YOU ARE MY SEA, YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE.

cedric diggory’s gf no.1 cortis lover potterhead lauver <3

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i’m sure you would've done the same for me.

i ’ m s o s o r r y t h a t t h e y p i c k e d y o u l a s t

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just realised that I haven’t posted in two months 👀 I have been successfully influenced by @lvrs4nxna okay there with be an angst story coming up😊

[lvrs4nxna]

chop chop CHOP missy we are waiting for that smau like it's a means of survival

I’m gonna make you guys WAIT another few hours for it 😒😒

It’s like that one time @ilbeyourprettyprettyplease was spamming me to walk faster to a restaurant and I walked slower on purpose

DON’T RUSH ME 😠😠😠 I will slime yn out of spite

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I WAS FRAMED 😡😡😡😡 IT WAS @ashhhyl I SWEAR😡😡

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wow guys today is the 31st year since cedric died ☹️

[lvrs4nxna]

oh fuh nah what is this 😒😒 what a gooner bro

[ilbeyourprettyprettyplease]

BROCHACHO CALLING ME A GOONER 😡

UR THE PERSON THAT BOUGHT ME INTO THIS

[ilbeyourprettyprettyplease]

wow guys today is the 31st year since cedric died ☹️

[ilbeyourprettyprettyplease]

life cuz me and @lvrs4nxna both passed math！we are so smart this is our comeback okay 😃

[ilbeyourprettyprettyplease]

LOSING MY HEAD OVER YOU

⋆ pairing : Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader

⋆ summary : you try to run away from Cedric because of your insecurities, and he just can’t let that happen.

⋆ tags : established relationship, mention of insecurities, shy reader, slight angst, mostly fluff, comfort, angry confession

⋆ a/n : so this fic is inspired by a reel I saw on insta that was asking a this or that question and I just LOVED the idea of it so I wrote a fic about it lol😭

⚠️english is not author’s first language 

The gray November sky finally broke, unleashing a pour that turned the Hogwarts grounds into a mixture of mud and mist.

You ran toward the shelter of the clock tower arches, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your robes soaked.

You were trying to get away from him-Cedric.

The argument had started because of a creeping, insecurity that had been developing for weeks, despite the fact that you and Cedric were already together.

Being the girlfriend of the Hufflepuff Golden Boy was harder than your heart had anticipated. He was constantly surrounded by people-laughing with fans, huddled with his friends, or being pulled into conversations by prettier girls who seemed so much more confident and talkative than you.

Just so today, you had reached your breaking point.

You had been waiting for him by the fountain when you overheard a group of girls casually wondering aloud why someone as popular, handsome, and brilliant as Cedric Diggory was dating a quiet girl who always seemed to disappear into the library corners.

The harsh words cut deep, confirming every doubt you already had. When Cedric finally walked up, eager to see you, you panicked.

In a desperate attempt to hide the ‘truth’, you blurted out that you felt like a ghost beside him and that he belonged with someone who actually fit into his bright world.

Before he could even process the words, you turned and bolted into the storm.

Cedric had stood frozen for a single, stunned second before pure desperation took over. He didn't care about the rain or his friends calling after him.

All he knew was that the person he loved more than anything was running away from him, hurt and believing a rumour that broke his heart for him to even think about.

He had chased you through the rain, his heart hammering with the sudden realisation that his own life had accidentally made you feel small and possibly unwanted, and he was determined not to let you slip away from his fingers.

"Wait! Please, just stop walking!"

His voice cut through the roar storm. You spun around right in the middle of the courtyard, unable to run any further as the freezing water blinded your vision and weighed down your robes.

Cedric caught up to you, completely ignoring the rain. He stopped just inches away, standing fully out in the open rain, completely drenched.

His usually curled hair was sticking to his forehead, water dripping down his face, and his chest rose and fell rapidly under his soaked shirt.

His grey eyes weren’t filled with their usual calm, gentle warmth, they were bright and overwhelmed by the rain and the emotion tearing through him.

He looked angry—not at you, but at the frustration that you would ever doubt what you meant to him.

"Why are you running away from me?" Cedric demanded, the rain splashing off his shoulders as he stepped closer. The usual composed, polite image he wore was completely washed away.

"Because I can't do this anymore, Cedric!" you cried out, your voice cracking as your emotions spilled out. "I don’t want to keep guessing where I fit in your life! Everyone looks at you, everyone wants a piece of you, and I feel like I'm just holding you back. It hurts, and I'd rather you just leave me than keep making me hope for something that isn't real!"

Cedric froze, his jaw tightening as the storm raged around the two of you.

Then, he took two long strides, completely closing the distance right there on the grass.

He reached out, his large, warm hands firmly but gently gripping your shoulder, holding you steady in the middle of the rain so you couldn't turn away from him.

"How can you think this isn't real?" Cedric yelled over the storm, his voice thick with a desperate honesty.

He shook his head, water flying from his wet hair to mix with the rain (or perhaps tears) on your face.

"You think I’ve been playing games? Merlin. I've been a complete mess for months because of you! Every time I try to talk to you, my throat feel like it’s stuck because I'm terrified I'm going to say the wrong thing and scare you away!"

He leaned down, his face centimetres away from yours, his eyes drilling into yours with intensely while the rain poured down over both of your faces.

"It's you!" Cedric confessed, the words tearing angrily out of his throat like a secret he could no longer hold inside, loud enough to echo through the storm.

"It has always been you! There is no one else. There never has been! Every time I’m on Quidditch pitch, every time I look up from a book in the library, I am looking for you. I am completely, utterly losing my mind over you, and it drives me crazy that you can't see it!"

The subtle force of his words left you breathless, the freezing rain suddenly feeling entirely irrelevant.

Your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped owl. The anger in his eyes melted instantly, replaced by a pleading look that broke your heart.

His grip on your shoulders softened, his hands sliding up to cup your wet face, his thumbs gently brushing over your cheeks, ignoring the streams of rainwater runningdown his fingers.

"It's always been you," he repeated, his voice dropping to a rough, breathless whisper against your lips.

"Please tell me you know that."

"I know," you whispered back, your hands instinctively reaching up to clutch his wrists.

"I've been losing my mind over you, too."A look of relief washed over Cedric's face. The heavy atmosphere that had clouded your hearts for weeks vanished in the moment.

A breathless, radiant smile broke through his exhaustion—the familiar, warm Cedric you knew, but brighter than you'd ever seen him, even when he’s standing completely soaked in the middle of a freezing storm.

He didn't care that you were both drenched, or that the wind was howling across the two of you.

Cedric leaned in closer, his gaze dropping to your lips one final time before he closed the rest of the distance.

The kiss was soft at first, a gentle release of all the thoughts and doubts that had built up between you two.

But as you melted into him, Cedric groaned softly, his hands moving from your face to tangle into your soaking wet hair, pulling you against his chest.

He kissed you right there in the open rain with a deep, consuming warmth that completely blocked out the cold November rain.

It was everything you had ever hoped for—tender, reassuring and entirely yours.

When he finally pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily as the rain continued to pour over you.

"Thank god," Cedric murmured, his arms wrapping securely around your waist to hold you right against his chest.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

divider creds to @cursed-carmine

[ilbeyourprettyprettyplease]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ✦

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⋆ pairing : 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⋆ summary :cedric gives his quidditch jersey to reader so she could wear it while watching him play

⋆ tags: fluff, reader is a ravenclaw, confession, mutual pining

⋆ a/n : wow guess who’s posting after 2 weeks of procrastination✌🏻i lwk took some inspo from my last request lol. this is a bit longer than my usual work 😛

⚠️english is not author’s first language

The morning of the Hufflepuff versus Slytherin match arrived with the cold November wind. Inside the Ravenclaw tower, the chatter of students predicting the game’s score filled the air.

On your bedside table sat a neatly wrapped parcel , delivered by a school owl just an hour before.

You carefully untied the neatly tied ribbon, pulling away the brown parchment paper. Inside the parcel lay a thick, heavy, Hufflepuff quidditch jersey, smelling faintly of mahogany and broom polish. The yellow fabric was vibrant, with the name DIGGORY boldly stitched at the back.

Folded neatly inside the collar was a small piece of parchment. You opened it to find Cedric’s handwriting.

The stands get freezing during morning games. Wear this so you don’t freeze out there. See you on the pitch.

-Cedric

This simple gesture made your heart race. The feeling of his thumb gliding over the side of your lips a few nights ago felt like it was still lingering, you felt a flush of heat creep onto your face.

He did mention the match when you guys were talking a few days ago, he knew you were going to go watch the game.

But you usually preferred to blend into the background, but wearing the Hufflepuff captain’s jersey would make that impossible. Still, the thought of turning him down or leaving the jersey behind felt worse than judgmental stares.

You pulled the oversized shirt over your uniform, the sleeves completely swallowing your arms, and headed downstairs.

Walking into breakfast, the effects of the jersey were immediate. The shirt hung halfway down your thighs, the bright Hufflepuff yellow among the sea of blue and bronze at the Ravenclaw table attracted eyes - just as you expected.

Your hands tugged at the hem of the shirt, trying to sink away from the attention.

Padma gave you a smug smirk as you sat down next to her.

“Oh shut up.”, you smiled.

From across the Great Hall at the Hufflepuff table, Cedric was surrounded by his teammates, listening to a last minute strategy talk from up the table.

As if he sensed your presence, his grey eyes lifted, and he saw you in his jersey.

A genuine, quiet smile spread across his face. He offered a small reassuring nod, his eyes lingering for just a second too long before his teammates pulled him back to the conversation. Your face burned a deep crimson as you quickly looked back down to your bacon and toast.

-

The atmosphere of the pitch was electric. The stands were full of exited chatters, divided between green and yellow. You found a spot in the middle tiers, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself to shield against the howling wind.

Below the stands, the two teams marched onto the pitch.

Cedric walked at the front of the Hufflepuff team, his broom resting on his shoulder.

Before he climbed onto his broomstick, he paused, quickly scanning the stands.

Then, he found you.

Seeing you in his massive jersey made him stop completely for a brief second. A small, genuine smile broke over his face, a warm expression meant just for you. He gave a subtle nod before turning back to his team. Your face burned hot despite the freezing November wind.

Madam Hooch stepped into the center of the pitch, her hand on the lid of the wooden crate.

Cedric climbed onto his broomstick, his muscles tensing as he prepared to launch.

With a sharp whistle, Madam Hooch threw the quaffle into the air, cheers echoed across the grounds, and the teams skyrocketed into the air.

The game was brutal, the Slytherin chasers playing with absolute aggression. Your breath hitched as a bludger nearly hit Cedric’s shoulder.

But Cedric remained focused, his eyes on the sky, looping and dodging, moving fluidly and quickly as he commanded his team precisely.

Then, a speck of gold flashed near the Slytherin goalposts.

Cedric spotted it, going into a nearly vertical dive, targeting the snitch. The Slytherin seeker diving right after him, trying to shoulder-push Cedric off his broom, but Cedric didn’t even flinch. With a sudden shift to the left to avoid another bludger, he extended his arm and clasped his fingers around the golden ball just inches before hitting the ground.

The Hufflepuff stands rised into a deafening celebration to their massive victory.

Down the pitch, Cedric’s teammates sprinted towards him to throw their arms around his shoulder, but before they reached him, Cedric did something that made your heart skip a beat.

He raised his arm holding the golden snitch high into the air, his eyes shooting directly up to where you were sitting.

Through the sea of yellow, he looked straight at you, giving you a bright, breathless grin, tilting the golden ball slightly towards your direction, like he was saying this was for you, before his team slung their arms around him in celebration.

The crowded, roaring celebration was a bit too overwhelming for you, so you slipped away from the stands early, wrapping Cedric’s shirt around you tightly as you walked back to the quiet, stone corridors towards the Ravenclaw tower.

The castle was almost entirely empty, the distant echoes of the victory celebration slowly fading into the background.

A sudden sound of hurried, heavy footsteps echoed from around the corner. You stopped.

You turned to find Cedric, still breathing heavily from the match. He was still in his muddy quidditch trousers, his hair messy from the wind.

When his eyes locked on you, who was still wearing his jersey, he stopped running, a look of pure relief on his face, his exhausted expression replaced with that same warm smile.

“There you are,” Cedric breathed, stepping closer.

The corridor suddenly felt small, he was just a few feet away, he smelled like rain, and the familiar scent of sandalwood.

“You left before the lap of honour,” Cedric said quietly. His grey eyes dropped down to his jersey, which still swallowed you whole, the hem reaching past your knees. “I was scared that you wouldn’t want to wear it.”

“It’s….comfortable.” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Your fingers nervously tugging at the sides of the sleeves of the shirt. “Congratulations for the win, you were brilliant.”

Cedric let out a boyish laugh as his hand scratched the back of his neck. A faint flush that definitely didn’t have anything with the cold crept up his cheeks. “To be honest, I almost missed it, I kept looking at the stands…I wanted to make sure you were still there.”

Your heart swarmed around your ribs. You looked up, meeting his eyes.

“Cedric. I-.”

“I’m really glad that you wore it,” he interrupted gently, taking one step closer. The distance between the two of you closed.

He reached out, his long fingers lightly brushing against the yellow fabric, smoothing out a wrinkle that wasn’t really there.

“Seeing you there, watching me, really did something to me today. I don’t think I would’ve caught the snitch if you weren’t watching.”

The air between the two of you grew thicker, Cedric leaned down slightly, his eyes dropping to your lips for a second and suddenly lifted back to your eyes with intense gravity.

The distance between the two of you felt like inches.

Cedric looked down at his boots, letting out a breath before looking up to you like he had just resolved something deep down inside.

“Actually, I’m sorry,”Cedric said softly, the nervous sound in his voice was gone, replaced with a quiet,steady courage. “I don’t want to act like I don’t notice my own feelings, I don’t want to keep on guessing.”

You held your breath, your heart hammered inside of you.

“I’ve liked you for a very long time,” he said, the words coming out with a rush of honesty. “not just because you wore the jersey today. Every time you’re in the library, every time you’re giggling about something funny, every time you’re focused on a book, I’ve been trying to gather the courage to tell you for ages.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, the pure shock of the popular, Hufflepuff golden boy confessing to you making your mind go completely blank.

"Cedric... I—I've liked you too. For ages."

A massive, smile broke across Cedric's face, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. He looked relieved, as if a huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders.

"Yeah?" he asked, stepping closer towards you, a playful but gentle spark in his eyes.

"Yeah," you whispered, a small smile finally breaking through your face.

He reached down, his warm hand gently sliding into yours.

Cedric didn’t say anything more, he just held your hand, letting the mutual feelings settle between the two of you.

"Come on," Cedric whispered, tugging you gently towards the corridor toward the Great Hall.

"Let's get some food. You can keep the jersey .But you're sitting next to me at the feast."

⋆a/n : idk how to describe a quidditch match my bad 😕 i hope yall like this one! reblogs and follows will be much appreciated!

pls don’t copy or put my work into AI 🤍

[ilbeyourprettyprettyplease]

ok so remember when I said ch5 was gonna come out last week ☺️ well i procrastinated really badly and didn’t finish writing it✌🏻 but i alr finished it yesterday im just struggling with the aesthetics and im so fking busy cuz I have so much due AGAIN I hate school sm save me plez 😕😕 ch5 prolly will be posted on thursday

[fgwzls]

୨୧ HP CHARS REJECTING YOU

๑ summary: title ➜ smau , angst. hp masterlist

𝜗ৎ featuring @ Lorenzo Berkshire, Sirius Black, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Fred weasley, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Cedric Diggory, Oliver Wood, Severus snape, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Barty Crouch Jr, Regulus Black, Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander, Neville Longbottom, Bill Weasley, Ginny Weasley(in order)

I was having a stressful evening 💔 but here we go story time to when I gave a confession letter to my crush and he threw it in the trash Infront of my classmates💔. — upcoming smau: texts with tom riddle (you can requests texts with ____) and as for the Fred wealsey one in my hacked acc I will redo it here

©fgwzls/lecz3li (05.16.26) tag: @maeverrrb , @dreamydaredevil , @ilbeyourprettyprettyplease , @coldalpsmcu , @lilyyyyy08 — (hope you guys dont mind being tagged since yall r in the taglist of my other acc💔)

[lvrs4nxna]

ok no post tonight guys I’m going to the laufey concert x

[ilbeyourprettyprettyplease]

with ME!!!!!!!!

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This fucking defective piece forgot to go on anon

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HEY WDYM DEFECTIVE 😡😡😡😡

[ilbeyourprettyprettyplease]

Can we request smut?

hi anon thank you so much for asking! so I generally don’t write smut bcs i dont really feel comfortable to 🙈 it’s okay if it’s kinda suggestive but I won’t write full on smut cuz my frd in irl are gonna see and we don’t want that 😭 I will post all the rules for the requests later this week 😗

[ilbeyourprettyprettyplease]

uhmm guys I just realised it’s monday tmr and I haven’t even started with ch.5 yet 👁️👁️👁️ i’ve been so fking busy last week and this week is even worse I hv so much shit due 😔 so ch.5 is gonna come out later this week im so sorry😭

[lvrs4nxna]

wow new theme so buns! 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

watch out ur juhoon is in danger and we’re going on a rollercoaster in 30 minutes 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

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noooooo

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I DON’T SEE NOBODY BUT YOU

⋆ pairing : Cedric Diggory x FemHufflepuff!Reader

⋆ summary : cedric always sees reader at midnight in the common room, so he decides to leave her notes

⋆ tags : short oneshot, yearner cedric, fluff(?), from cedric’s perspective, hufflepuff reader , reader’s feeling are up to interpretation 

⋆ a/n : my first oneshot!! ty to anon for the request ♡ as I said this story is more from cedric’s perspective so there will be less description of how reader feels. sry in advance if I didn’t portray the plot you wanted 😭 if there are any details you want me to add feel free to tell me!! （this is a long ass authors note im sorry) I had to post this again cuz tumblr messed up the format

⚠️english is not author’s first language 

The Hufflepuff common room at two in the morning was a reserve of soft gold and shifting shadows. 

For you, it was the only time the castle truly breathed—no  bustling corridors, no booming echoes of the Great Hall, just the rhythmic crackle of the fire.

You were tucked into your usual armchair, a thick weight of magical creatures resting against your knees. It was quiet enough to hear the wind brush against the windows.

The rhythmic clack-clack of the rustic barrel entrance signalling Cedric Diggory’s return from his prefect rounds.

He usually just nodded to you, a tired but warm acknowledgement of the girl who was always reading at the common room at midnight.

But lately, the nod had lingered. He would pause, hand staying on the banister of the boys' staircase, watching the way the warm firelight caught the edge of your parchment.

It started small for Cedric. He began to notice the empty chair when you weren’t there. He found himself scanning the library’s back corners during the day or looking for the top of your head at the Hufflepuff table the Great Hall. 

However, the confidence he wore on the Quidditch field didn’t follow him into the corridors when it came to you. He felt clumsy, his thoughts tangling whenever he considered actually sitting down and talking to you. 

What if you preferred the silence? What if he was a distribution to you? What if you found him creepy?

He was a seeker by habit  —it was becoming his second habit to look for you.

The first one appeared tucked into the pages of your herbology essay, left on a side table near your favorite arm chair. It wasn't parchment; it was a torn corner of a Muggle notebook he’d found.

The common room feels much larger when you aren't in that armchair. I hope you found a quiet spot elsewhere.

— C.

A few nights later, after you’d spent the afternoon by the lake, you found another note pinned to the cover of your divination textbook.

I saw you by the water today. You looked like you were a thousand miles away. I wondered if the book was that good, or if you just needed the change of scenery.

— C.

Cedric became a ghost of a presence. He’d see you in the Great Hall and his step would stumble, a half-formed greeting stuck in his throat because you looked so focused  in your own world. He wasn't looking for a grand romance ,he was just... yearning. 

He wanted to know what you were reading. He wanted to know if you liked the smell of the common room after a rain as much as he did.

The notes became more frequent, and slightly more obvious.

Stopped by the library today. I almost stopped to ask what chapter you were on, but I didn't want to break your focus. You looked peaceful. I didn't want to be the one to ruin that.

— C.

One night, the fire had burned down to embers. You weren't reading; you were staring at the last note he’d left, tucked into the cushion of your chair.

The barrels tapped. Cedric stepped in, his robes smelling of the crisp night air and damp grass. He stopped when he saw you were still there, watching him. 

He didn't move toward the stairs this time. He just stood by the sofa, looking uncertain.

"You’re later than usual tonight," you said softly, holding up the scrap of paper. "And your handwriting gets worse when you’re tired, Cedric."

He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for weeks, a small, sheepish smile breaking through the exhaustion on his face. "I didn't think you'd know it was me."

"You're the only one who sees me here every night," you replied. "Why the notes? You could have just sat down."

Cedric rubbed the back of his neck, stepping closer into the fire light. "I didn't want to intrude your quiet time. I just... I liked that we were the only two people awake in the room for a little while. I suppose I just wanted to be part of it."

He didn't offer a cheesy line or a grand confession. He just gestured to the empty space on the rug near your feet. "Can I stay? I don't have to talk."

You closed your book and shifted over, making room in the glow of the fire. "You can stay, Cedric. But you have to stop leaving bits of paper everywhere. I’m running out of places to hide them."

He laughed, a low, tired sound, and finally sat down. For the first time in weeks, the common room didn't feel large or empty. It felt exactly the right size

⋆ a/n : yk what there actually aren’t any descriptions of reader’s feelings my bad 😗 reblogs and likes will be much appreciated!