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you should totally write a short lil angst between fred and i during 2nd year. no smut, but tension. preferably surrounding quidditch 😛

~ twinnie

|| The Sick

Background: This is a new series I’m starting for myself. It’s about my shifting journey and past in that reality. There won’t be an upload schedule because it’s mainly for Rose and I. (Heh) Uploads will be from my perspective… unless I change my mind.

In our shared Hogwarts Reality our pasts are complicated. We know the consequences to scripting trauma, but believe me when I say we had good reason. Experiencing similar issues here we wanted to cope with them surrounded by people we care about—comforting presences. What I’m writing is past. We’re coping healthily in the present. Aside from that, I’m sure there’s more hardship to come, but we’re okay with it.

Warnings: None.

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“You’re late,” Oliver tapped the tip of his broomstick, brows furrowed. “To scrimmage,” he added with a sharp inhale. Squinted. “…Is that ink on your face?”

Rubbing my cheek, I scoffed. It wasn’t my fault I lost track of time. “I rarely miss practice,” I said. “You can’t be mad I’m late.”

“It’s the second time this week,” Harry contorted and I flinched.

“You’re lucky we haven’t started,” another added, words churning through my chest. George. “Once Hufflepuff and Slytherin debrief we’re against Ravenclaw. Easy win, but him and your sister are acting weird again. Not. Good. We don’t need more drama on the field.”

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get to know me! ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

hi! my name is lizzie, and i'm the owner of this account! i'm a shifter with AuDHD, which i point out because it is an extremely big part of my journey, and i've been in the shifting community for almost 6 years now. i'm 20 years old, an Aquarius, and i've minishifted quite a few times. i've even accidentally shifted to a few alternate realities, where only one or two things are different.

right now, i'm reprogramming my understanding of shifting, and developing my own system such as phrases, keywords, and concepts. this is why i've come to Tumblr! i'm a very logical individual, but most of the shifting community that i've seen on TikTok is very philosophical. this doesn't always work for me, because it doesn't "make sense," so i've often found myself speaking through metaphors! this has worked out wonderfully for me so far!

i've never used Tumblr before, so please be patient as i learn the community and systems and how it all operates. i really hope that one day this account can be a big source of information for all shifters!

because of the work i'm doing to reframe my mindset with shifting, i'm focusing only on a small handful of realities. these include: two shared realities (hogwarts and influencer/youtuber) with my shifting bestie, a solo hogwarts reality, and a better life reality. these are the ones i find myself drawn too and connected with the most often. eventually, i'd love to explore more realities, but keeping my pool small while i develop my own process helps me focus on the journey and destination more, without getting distracted by the details!

eventually, i'll explain what changes i've made in my journey, but that will be its own post. currently, i'm holding myself accountable by journaling my nights, tracking my progress, and showing up for myself and actually putting effort into my attempts. i fell victim to the "you don't need to try" mindset, and while that can and does apply to others, it does not apply to me!

if any of this resonates with you, or you're just looking for a new shifter to follow, welcome! i hope we can help each other, and i can't wait to see what happens next.

jennieloversclub

HARRY POTTER FIC REC

Include: Harry , Ron , Fred , George , Oliver , Neville and Cedric

mmeskywalker

“Cleaning My Seat For Later” || Clark Kent

Summary: Scrolling on TikTok you came across a video of a girl wiping her boyfriend’s face off. When asked, she told him she’s ’cleaning her seat for later’. Without a doubt that intrigued you to do it on your own boyfriend. Only, you didn’t expect him to react so quickly.

A/N: I haven’t written anything like this in a while—like, since July. I’m sorry if it’s not the greatest. I tried. 😭

Warnings: Oral (f! and m! receiving… at the same time) , 34 + 35 , Size Kink (if you squint)

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It started with an innocent scroll.

You were watching TikTok, waiting for leftovers to reheat because seconds had to be hours in the microwave as the video popped on your screen. ‘Telling my boyfriend I’m cleaning my seat for later.’ A scoff tumbled from your lips as the man realized what she meant, reining her in by her hips.

Something that corny was sure to get Clark’s attention, you thought.

“Baby,” you called, tossing your hair over your shoulder. He adjusted himself the couch, humming in response. “What are you doing?”

“Watchin’ Primitive Survival Tool on the Tube,” he pushed his glasses forward, the words slipping off his tongue like butter.

#clark kent x female reader #clark kent x y/n #clark kent x you #clark kent x reader #desired reality #fanfiction

|| LIKE THAT?

Summary: Showing Clark Kent your most recent music video.

A/N: This is based around a scenario in my Fame DR where I show my S/O the recent music video I made. The song there is similar to Jada - Ariana Grande’s unreleased song. Unfortunately, I’m not writing this about my S/O specifically said because it wouldn’t get any views. I’m proud of this scenario. I want people to see in a way they’ll enjoy it too 😭 (Also there’s a niche little reference to True Love by Ariana 😛 He proposed Christmas week.)

Warning(s): fiancé!reader , shameless!clark , unprotected p n v (wrap it before you tap it) , clark fucking his cum back into you , needy!clark , tit play , finger sucking , dacryphilia if you squint, proof read but not very well lol it’s 1:00a.m.

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The beginning of your new hit single: LIKE THAT? blasted through the stereo as you connected your phone to the TV. You stuttered for the pause button. “Sorry,” you choked. A little nervous. “Didn’t except it to play that fast.”

“Sweetheart,” his thumbs caressed your ankles, head rested back, holding your calves closer to his lap. “I want to watch it. I’ve waited long enough. You’d think I was forcing you to show me,” the laughter hanging from his lips was contagious.

Unpausing the video, you rolled your eyes, grinning. “Fine,” you said. Put your phone down to stop yourself from pausing it again. In the midst of everything, you grabbed his phone, unable to watch your work without nitpicking it.

It wasn’t bad.

Actually, it was great. You were the biggest pop star in the world, after all. People stayed awake til midnight for your video to drop. Clark was there when you recorded it for your label. There was nothing to be nervous about. But it was different when someone you cared for watched your work. Judged your effort.

What if he didn’t like it?

“Cleaning My Seat For Later” || Clark Kent

A/N: I haven’t written anything like this in a while—like, since July. I’m sorry if it’s not the greatest. I tried. 😭

Warnings: Oral (f! and m! receiving… at the same time) , 34 + 35 , Size Kink (if you squint)

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It started with an innocent scroll.

You were waiting for leftovers to reheat because seconds had to be hours in the microwave. Then the video popped on your screen. ‘Telling my boyfriend I’m cleaning my seat for later.’ A scoff tumbled from your lips as the man on screen realized what she meant, reining her in by her hips.

Something that corny was sure to get Clark’s attention, you thought.

“Baby,” you called, tossing your hair over your shoulder. He readjusted himself on the couch, humming in response. “What are you doing?”

“Watchin’ Primitive Survival Tool on the Tube,” he pushed his glasses forward, the words slipping like butter.

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rosesaints

touch tank

pairing: clark kent (superman 2025) x journalist!reader summary: he’s soft. earnest. 6’4 of midwestern guilt and golden retriever loyalty. and he looks at you like you invented the sun. you’re fine. everything’s fine. it’s just friends-with-benefits. you're not a thing. but clark? clark has always been there. warm, steady, irritatingly soft. indulging your commitment-phobic nonsense with quiet patience and those unfairly good dimples. until suddenly—he’s not. listen to the playlist here! word count: 11.2k (jesus christ, i am so sorry) content warnings: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, piv sex, they freak NASTY in this one, dom/sub undertones, soft dom!clark, sub!reader, brat/brat taming, oral (fem!receiving), marathon sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, shower sex, eye contact, mentions of bdsm and handcuffs, light marking kink, nipple play, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), then unprotected sex, rough sex, riding, mentions of sex toys, clark picks the reader up, mentions of reader's hair, commitment issues, situationship survivor!clark, ungodly amounts of yearning and denial, angst, happy ending

It doesn’t start with sex.

It starts with Clark.

Which is to say: it starts with Metropolis’s biggest, most overgrown corn-fed boy scout, who gets flustered every time you swear, who says things like “gosh” and “what the hay” without a trace of irony, and who you once watched spend ten full minutes trying to politely decline a street hotdog but the vendor just “looked so hopeful.”

yuunarii-arii

INTERLUDE 4. ACT 1. | TREAT

Safe and Sound.

featuring⋆⁺₊⊹ Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader

themes⋆⁺₊⊹ reader has a fear of thunder and possibly loud noises in general, just complete fluff! There are no assumptions to reader's house

promptober '25

You have always hated the sound of thunder for as long as you could remember, the anticipation of loud noises clapping through sky after every lightning that struck the earth.

The angered clouds darkening the land, welcoming rods that hit every few minutes; you hated it, you hated that it triggered your fear, shivering to the ground as you tried to muffle the sound with the palm of your hands.

You hated it because it made you feel weak, vulnerable, like there was nothing you could do to stop the hair on your back standing at every sudden sound that vibrated through the skies.

This fact was kept secret from anyone and everyone you knew at Hogwarts. Which unfortunately included your boyfriend Cedric Diggory, who was searching top and bottom of the entire castle to find you. Poor boy didn’t know you were currently hiding in your dorm, inside the wardrobe. Yes, the wardrobe. You read that correctly.

He checked from the highest towers to even the dungeons, just in case you had a hankering to explore the darkness for the sake of some Halloween spirit. But it would seem like you hadn’t been there at all, even your own friends didn’t know where you were, which caused much worry to the hufflepuff.

Cedric tried once more to search for you inside your bedroom, but it was empty, the curtains barely closed shut, bed almost neatly tucked in; you were probably in a rush to class this morning—and the still fire from the heater placed in the center of the room.

He was just about admit defeat, close to exiting through the door and contemplated to find the head of your house, maybe they knew of your whereabouts. However, before he could turn the knob of the old mahogany door, a sound that resembled a cry was loud enough to hear through the crack of thunder. For a moment, Cedric thought he had simply misheard and possibly mistaken the squeak of his shoes for a voice. But then it happened again when light flashed through the crack of the curtains, followed by a sharp roar, another whimper sounded from his left.

He quietly stepped closer to the source, stopping himself in front of the wardrobe near your bed, gently opening it from its round nobs to find a girl, sat in an upright fetal position, knees clutched to her chest as her body shivered in fear. The young man could easily recognize it to be you, but when you took notice of his presence, you seemed rather panicked.

“Cedric?! What on earth are you doing here?” Eyes widening at being overshadowed by the man, staring down at your shaken figure, tears pricking at your lashes.

He scoffed a chuckle, “you’re the one inside a wardrobe, I believe I’m the one who should ask that question.”

You tried to mutter out an explanation at the top of your head but you failed, and just before you could attempt to start a sentence, the sound of thunder chased you away, entire body shivering up, your hair bouncing upwards at the sudden shock, you slammed the door shut and instantly curled into yourself once again. Meanwhile, Cedric stood there in confusion, stepping back as the gears of his head turned.

It was then when you whined, “just-just go… Please. I’ll come out when it’s finished…”

When what was finished?

Finally, everything clicked together, your missing for the rest of the day when the storm began, the current hiding inside a wardrobe; shines from the bolts flashed inside the room, revealing your trembling form from what Cedric could see through the crack of the door. It all started to make sense now.

You were held in a state of distress and fright, and he hadn’t been able to comfort you, even now he knew you would be too stubborn to allow him to console you. The boy stood there trying to rack his brain for some sort of a solution.

A minute later in complete silence, you assumed that Cedric had left the room, until sounds of grunts and a deep plap sounded behind the doors. Some time later the noises ceased and the only form of protection that you had to keep away from the loudness of the sky opened quietly, revealing your golden boy in a nervous smile.

Whispering your name like you would run away from him if he were just a decibel louder… “Come on now,” holding his hand out to you, hoping that you would allow him to take care of you for once.

Sensing your hesitation, he started again, “you trust me, don’t you, love?” Your breath flew from your lungs, chest tightening at the sight. Cedric was the one and only person you could trust with all your heart, even during a day that was oh so bleak and shown no signs of getting better, he guided you through it. You trusted this man blindly and it hurt your heart that he thought for a second, that you hesitated because you couldn’t trust him.

You slowly stood up from the plank of wood that has been carrying you in this cupboard, reaching out to take his hand when abruptly the deafening thunder petrified your body, on instinct you flew into the arms of your savior; and without an ounce of hesitation. He caught you. Holding you close to his heart, soothing the crown of your head as he whispered sweet nothings and gentle reassurance that you were safe and sound.

Sweeping your anchored feet off the floor, making his way to—what you figured that caused the previous noises—a makeshift fort of couch cushions, pillows and a large duvet, ground covered in a another blanket along with your stuffed animals.

Cedric placed you under the soft fortress with the utmost care as if you were made of glass, plopping himself right beside you, while arms surrounded your shoulder in comfort as you leaned into his warmth. “We can hide here until the storm subsides,” smiling as he scooted impossibly closer, prompting little giggles from your tear stricken cheeks. Cuddling into one another, holding onto you for every thunder that dared to scare your heart.

“Next time… Just come to me, alright?” Kissing your forehead as his thumb caresses your arm.

You could only reply in a nod, staring into his eyes, ones that looked at you like you were his sole purpose of living, fire behind the metal heater shun under his gaze, lighting his pupils in a breathtaking gold, cheeks rosy red that lifted beneath his comforting smile.

Cedric Diggory held you from that night on, through every storm he was at your side instantaneously. Your knight in shining armor, who protected you underneath a castle of used cushions and the shield of his arms around you.

yuna's voice mail ⋆⁺₊⊹ Currently trying to finish the previous 2 fics as fast as I can! Based on the prompt -> Blanket Fort These prompts are from @acourtofchaos promptober event masterlist.

©yuunari-arii 2025. All works posted under my name belong to me. Please do not copy, claim, republish, or translate my work anywhere else.

night-scare

yes, ma'am

clark kent x editor!reader

Summary: Clark likes his editor, even if she's a little mean to him.

Word Count: 12.1k

Content: 18+, smut, clark is a disaster and a yearner, reader is a little mean but clark is into it, piv sex, oral (f!receiving), clark whimpers, light angst, reader is described as having hair

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Daily Planet, Metropolis - 9:47 AM

The hustle and bustle of the newsroom is already well underway by the time Clark Kent makes an appearance. The way-too-big gray suit that he wore at least once a week is crumpled, the coat nearly hanging off his shoulder as he tries to make sure he hasn’t lost any of the papers that are haphazardly hanging from his open bag while balancing a cup holder with four cups of coffee from the nice coffee shop down the road.

Other employees step around the frazzled man as he makes a beeline for his desk, flashing smiles and good mornings to everyone along the way. He’s stopped just shy of his destination as Lois Lane pops out in front of him, eyes heavy with exhaustion, as she eyes the paper cups before plucking the one with the most sugar listed on the order sticker. “Thanks,” she mumbles as she turns around, making her way back to her desk, muttering some stuff under her breath about having to rewrite the byline for her article again.

Clark barely has time to stutter out a ‘you’re welcome’ before he realizes the missing coffee cup has caused the cup holder to begin to tip sideways, the other three coffees teetering dangerously close to disaster. Clark can already see the next two seconds flashing before his eyes: spilled coffee and the exasperated look from everyone around him.

That is, until a perfectly manicured hand shoots out from behind him, deftly swiping the cup holder from him before all of the cups spill over. He follows the hand to its source, landing on your face… your very stern, eyebrow cocked in disbelief, face. “Seriously, Kent?” you ask with a scoff as you set down the holder onto his desk.

luvvhisper

. ♬ ݁˖ abilities to script in your singer dr

singing

you have a wide vocal range

your voice is extremely expressive

your throat can't get sore...

whistle notes are nothing to you, you can easily reach them

your vocals are stable, even while dancing

you have great breath control

your voice can't crack

you can sing multiple genres easily

you can harmonize easily and naturally with anyone

good vibrato control, can switch between falsettos and chest voice smoothly

you can't run out of air

your voice is mesmerising and unique

you can growl and fry scream easily, without hurting your throat

papervenom

guys…

godricgryffinsnore

hii!! could i please request a cedric lives au cedric x ravenclaw!reader smut where they’re head boy and girl and have been close friends for a while (and are in a not necessarily secret relationship it’s just no one’s found out about it yet)??? if not that’s okay!!

Meet Me in the Prefect’s Bathroom ♡ | C.Diggory ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"They say Head Boy should lead by example—but honestly, if snogging my brilliant, maddeningly gorgeous Head Girl in every broom cupboard counts as misconduct, I’d gladly hand in my badge… right after one more kiss."

pairing : Cedric Diggory x fem!headgirl!reader

summary : In a sweeter timeline, Hogwarts’ golden duo can’t quite hide their feelings—or keep their hands off each other. Between secret smiles and stolen kisses, one thing’s certain: he’s utterly obsessed with her.

warnings : 18+, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, lots of fluff and banter, they're way too in love, slight risk of getting caught (but they don’t care), playful dominance/submission vibes, established relationship

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3. This is an 18+ fic, so minors do not enter!!!

della's note : Thank you so much for requesting lovie!! Hope you enjoy this lovely!!!

word count : 1.2k

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mmeskywalker

absolutely unreal

#della answered ⋆˚✿˖°#della’s inbox 𐙚⋆°🦢｡⋆♡#della 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 #cedric diggory x fem!reader #cedric diggory x y/n #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory x female reader #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory fanfiction

mmeskywalker

oh gods || cedric diggory

summary: CEDRIC DIGGORY eating you out… thats it. that’s the summary. it has a really cute ending though! i just couldn’t be bothering to write build up. it’s 2:30 in the morning and i’m tired and thinking about cedric 💔

a/n: draco fans don’t be mad at me for tagging him, it’s just for engagement because the cedric diggory campaign doesn’t get much attention on here anymore ☹️

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, dirty talk, aftercare, & cedric being a sweetheart

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cedric groans against your slick flesh as you whimper and cry out his name. the sound spurs him on, urging him to take more of you into his mouth. he licks and sucks at your dripping folds, his tongue delving deep to taste you fully.

he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, the hardened nub peeking out from beneath its hood. he flicks it teasingly, watching as your hips jerk and shudder beneath him.

"merlin, you taste even better than i remembered," cedric growls, his voice vibrating against your skin. "i could eat this pretty pussy for hours and never get enough."

#fanfic #fanfiction #cedric diggory x female reader #cedric diggory x y/n #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory fluff #cedric x reader #cedric diggory smut

oh gods || cedric diggory

a/n: draco fans don’t be mad at me for tagging him, it’s just for engagement because the cedric diggory campaign doesn’t get much attention on here anymore ☹️

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, dirty talk, aftercare, & cedric being a sweetheart

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he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, the hardened nub peeking out from beneath its hood. he flicks it teasingly, watching as your hips jerk and shudder beneath him.

"merlin, you taste even better than i remembered," cedric growls, his voice vibrating against your skin. "i could eat this pretty pussy for hours and never get enough."

#cedric diggory x female reader #cedric diggory x y/n #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory fluff #cedric x reader #cedric diggory smut #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #hogwarts #harry potter imagine #robert pattinson #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #bruce wayne x reader #mickey barnes x fem!reader #mmeskywalker

Hayden tries to work sick on the set of Ashoka and gets sent home. Reader takes care of him plz and thank you 😊

|| I’m Right Here

summary: HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN isn’t feeling his best. his posture is slack, his words slur together, and sweat clings to his hairline as heat radiates off his skin — practically burning hotter than the red lightsaber he’s already dropped mid-scene. when the director sends him home from set, you’re right there with him.

a/n: this is such a cutie request! thank you for sending me it:)

warnings: none! on the shorter side, but still sugary sweet ❤️

you notice the second he walks on set that something’s off. his posture’s sluggish, eyes a little glassy, skin pale under the makeup. he brushes it off with a weak smile and a cough he tries to muffle behind his glove, insisting he’s fine—just tired, maybe a little dehydrated.

but then the director calls cut mid-scene because hayden stumbles, barely catching himself. his lightsaber clatters to the floor.

papervenom

cedric diggory and all the ways he quietly loves you... (a habits list, and probably not the last one i’ll make)

hi! omg this is my first headcanon (blurb?? one-shot??) whatever it is I've had so much fun writing it!!! it’s been a busy few days and I promise that I’m still working on the next chapter but i wanted to get this out because it made me so soft 🥹 thank you so much to the sweet soul who requested this, it genuinely filled my heart up putting it together. here are some of the little things cedric diggory does when he’s in love with you. habits, quirks, tiny rituals. the kind of stuff that piles up over time and makes you realize just how much someone sees you. feel free to imagine them as canon in the insatiable universe (because honestly, they are)

★ he always waits outside your classes — and outside the entrance of your common room in the mornings!! even if you’re running late, even if he’s drenched from practice. he’ll lean against the wall with his arms crossed, eyes flicking to the door every few seconds, and the moment you appear? he lights up like you’re the only person who exists.

☆ he compliments you so genuinely it makes your chest ache — not just your looks, though he tells you you’re beautiful constantly, like he’s never gotten over the sight of you. one afternoon, you’re mid-ramble about something completely ridiculous (a dream you had, a weird bug you saw, whatever) and he’s just staring, all soft-eyed and smitten. then, without even thinking, he says, “i swear, i could listen to you forever. doesn’t even matter what you’re on about. your voice is my favorite sound.” it’s so simple, so achingly sincere, you forget how to breathe for a second.

★ he kisses your forehead twice — always twice. even if he’s in a rush, even if your friends are around and it’ll definitely earn you a round of teasing. one kiss for hello, one just because. it’s instinct at this point, something he does without thinking. soft and automatic, like he’s pressing a little promise into your skin. two smooches, always.

☆ he tidies up for you when you’re not looking — he doesn’t say anything, just stacks the piles books you left out in the library, folds your laundry into neat little piles, quills tucked back into their case. he never mentions it. just blushes when you catch him in the act. “you always do it for me,” he mumbles, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

★ he keeps little pieces of you tucked away like they’re lucky charms — a hair tie, a scribbled note, your lip balm, the lighter you left in his pocket. once, it was a folded napkin with your lipstick mark on it. you don’t even know half the things he’s saved. he just likes having bits of you close, like tiny proofs that you’re real and his.

☆ he whispers that he loves you when he’s half asleep — you’re beside him reading, trying not to wake him, but his hand finds your waist and his eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep. “i love you,” he murmurs, voice low and thick with drowsiness, before pressing a slow, sleepy kiss to your shoulder. then he’s out again, like he just needed to say it, like it couldn’t wait.

★ he’s quietly obsessed with touching you — not in a flashy or obnoxious way, just enough that everyone knows you’re his. sometimes, when he sees you after a long day, or just when he’s overwhelmed with how much he’s missed you, he lifts you up in a tight hug the same way he did the first time he saw you at the yule ball, like the rest of the world falls away and it’s just you. he wraps his arms around you so tight it knocks the breath from your lungs, sways you a little like he can’t believe you’re real. in the hallways, he threads his fingers through yours like it’s second nature. under tables, it’s his hand on your thigh, thumb tracing slow circles it’s never excessive. never overdone. it’s just cedric — quietly, constantly marking the fact that you’re his favorite person in any room.

☆ he talks about you like you’re already his family — he’ll say “we” when making plans. tells his mum about your favorite meals so she can make them whenever you visit. he’s already talking about bringing you to christmas next year. and when he’s home visiting, his parents hear about you constantly. stories about what you did that made him laugh, how you did on your last assignment, just proudly gushing about you. back at school, you slip into most conversations with his friends even when he doesn’t realize it. “(Y/N) said that yesterday,” he’ll murmur, or “she actually read that book, said it was brilliant.” he thinks he’s being casual, but he’s so transparent. the boys tease him constantly, but he just grins and shrugs because he can’t help it. you’re always on his mind. always the first thing he wants to talk about. it’s like loving you changed his whole vocabulary.

★ he pays attention to everything — how you take your tea, the way you hum when you’re deep in thought, how you always tap your quill twice before writing. he catalogs you like he’s afraid of forgetting all the little things, the soft details, the throwaway comments. he picks things up for you without you asking. if you mention needing more ink, he’s already got your favorite shade tucked into his bag. if you say you liked the apple tarts at breakfast, he starts sneaking one into his pocket every morning. he reads whatever you’re reading, too. your favorite books, old essays, reading assignments. he reads it all just so he can talk to you about them. it’s not performative. it’s not a show. he’s just genuinely curious. about you, your thoughts, your world. he wants to know everything you know.

☆ he’s always calling you sweet nicknames — darling, dove, love, baby, sweetheart, flower, angel. he cycles through them like he’s trying to find the one that suits you best. once, you teased him for it and he just shrugged, grinning. “you’re too many lovely things to choose just one.”

★ he seeks you out at parties — if you’re not arriving together, you can bet he’s scanning the room the second he walks in. it doesn’t matter who he’s talking to, or what kind of crowd he’s in the middle of. the moment he spots you, he’s weaving through the noise like nothing else matters. “there you are,” he always says, smiling like the night couldn’t properly begin until he found you. sometimes he’ll kiss your cheek without thinking, or slip his hand into yours so casually it makes your heart skip a beat. it’s like his whole body sighs in relief just from being near you again.

☆ he stares when he thinks you’re not looking — you’ve caught him across the room, in the mirror, from your periphery, just watching you with this enamored look in his eyes. and then you both just… laugh. quiet, giddy little giggles like neither of you can help it. it’s your thing now, that shared glance that says we’ve done this before. because you have. that first night at the feast, evenings at the library when you were strangers across the room, something magnetic pulling your eyes back to each other again and again. like you already knew. like you were remembering, not meeting.

★ he listens so intently it makes you nervous — like he’s absorbing every word, every shift in your tone, every pause you take to catch your breath. his grey eyes soften when you speak, stormy but warm, like they’re made to reflect you. when you tell stories, he watches your mouth more than he should, totally entranced, smiling a little when you get excited and trip over your words. when you cry, he doesn’t rush to fix it. he just holds your face in his hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and listens. not because he’s waiting to respond, because he wants to understand. because whatever hurts you, he wants to carry some of it too.

☆ he mouths “i love you” when he’s too far to say it — from the field during a match, where his hair’s a mess and his cheeks are flushed and he finds you in the crowd like it’s second nature. across the great hall, when he’s seated too far to reach you but can’t stop looking anyway. through the library shelves, when you catch each other in passing and he just stops, smiles, and mouths it, soft and sure, like it’s a secret just for you. it’s quiet. subtle. not meant for anyone else. but he says it like a promise, every single time. and you always say it back, even if it’s just in your smile.

★ he tucks your hair behind your ear when you're nervous — gently, like he's grounding you with the smallest touch. he knows you get anxious sometimes, knows the signs without needing to be told: the way your fingers fidget, your breathing shifts, how you stare a little too hard at nothing. so he leans in close and murmurs, “you’re okay. you’ve got this. i’ve got you.” his voice is soft, steady, certain. like a lifeline. even if you don’t believe it yet, he always does. and he’ll keep saying it until you do.

☆ he still gets flustered when you call him handsome — every single time. you’ll say it offhandedly, in the hallway, at breakfast, when he’s stretching before a match, and without fail, he ducks his head with a shy little smile, ears going pink. “you’re just saying that,” he’ll mumble, but he can’t quite stop the way his mouth curves or how he reaches for your hand after. sometimes he tries to play it cool, but he always ends up grinning like you’ve made his whole day. and the truth is, you have.

★ he gets visibly sulky when you’re upset — he wears your emotions like weather. if someone’s rude to you, if your insecurities start creeping in, if you just look a little too quiet for too long… he notices. he goes broody and still, tight-jawed, barely blinking as he mutters, “who do I have to kill?” and even if you laugh, he means it just enough to make your heart flutter and your anger soften. later, when things calm down, he pulls you in without a word, tucks you against him like he can shield you from the world. “you shouldn’t ever have to feel like this,” he murmurs into your hair. and you believe him, because somehow, with him, it feels true.

☆ he touches you absentmindedly when he’s studying — parchment spread out, ink smudged on his fingers, brow furrowed in focus. but even then, his body finds yours. his thumb draws slow circles on your thigh. your pinkies are hooked beneath the table like a quiet promise. his foot nudges yours every so often, like he’s checking to make sure you haven’t drifted too far. he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it half the time, but you do. and it always makes your chest feel full. like even when he’s buried in notes and diagrams, you’re still the grounding point. always his center of gravity.

♱ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ♱

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