Also I apologize to everyone who sent me requests, I didn't realize so people would actually request anything from me and I got burnt out. So sorry if I never wind up writing any of them but in the meantime here's some James Wilson because no one's writing for him so I guess I just have to do it myself.
Thinking about Dr. James Evan Wilson right now….
James Wilson whose big and warm hands cup your cheeks as his lips kiss the tears off your face.
Who wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest after you appear at his door at 12 am because you were scared and lonely.
Who drives you home and carries you up to bed when you get too drunk at the poker tournament at the hospital, tucking you in and helping you get undressed without looking.
Physical touch is never an issue, the pecks on your forehead and the hand on your lower back is his silent but constant reassurance.
The doctor is older, the faint creases appearing at the corners of his eyes when he smiles, and the slight grey that peeks through his brown hair giving away his true age.
He's a bit traditional, holding the door open for you and taking you out to nice restaurants for dates with his Oncologist money, and never letting you touch the bill.
James’s fingers that brush against your hair as you curl up on the floor beside his leg, the material of his expensive slacks brushing against your cheek as it rests against his knee.
James who gives. Who gives and gives to everyone and takes care of you as best as he possibly can.
He's observant, perceptive. He knows your every insecurity, your vulnerable naivety, and he can't help but feel guilty for needing to be needed by you. Exploiting your innocence.
But it works.
He'll comfort you and protect you forever, like the broken little bird that you are.
Smut under the cut!!
You know James is selfless, and a giver, so obviously that does not change in the bedroom.
He won't touch you for a long time once your relationship starts, wanting to take things slow. It will take even longer if you're inexperienced or a virgin.
But once he finally gives in to his urges after waiting for a year? He can barely control himself.
You finally realize that sweet, responsible, mature Wilson is secretly a freak, and not as vanilla as you thought.
He's vocal, always whimpering and whining into your neck as he presses you into the mattress, even when he's the one in control. But can you blame him? He's pent up after years of being alone and you're so warm and wet and perfect it just brings it out of him.
He'll talk you through every second of it, slow and gentle or fast and rough, it doesn't matter.
And you CANNOT tell me that he's not into cockwarming. I can already imagine how he'd beckon you to sit on his lap as he works. He's a busy man, but wants to do anything to make his little girlfriend happy anyway. He'll make you sit there with him buried inside you for what seems like hours, sternly reminding you not to move an inch, no matter how bad you both want it.
Or sometimes he'll make you rub yourself on his thigh or the tip of his dress shoe, letting you use him for your pleasure as he sits at his desk and flips through files.
He surprises you by tying your wrists together with his tie, shoving your face into the mattress as his chest presses against your back. It's okay when he's rough, when he's selfish. He deserves it. You don't mind being his outlet when things get too stressful.
And those big brown puppy eyes that look up at you from between your thighs as he eats you out, lacing his fingers with yours as he dives back in for a third time… GOD.
When you wake up in the middle of the night, restless and sweating he’ll just gently shush you, turning you over and slipping his hand into your pajama shorts, fingering you back to sleep.
AUUUGGHHH I NEED THIS MAN OH MY GODDDDD. Okay. Enjoy this. It kinda sucks.
The fact that Mattheo riddle, who was made up by fans, gets more love than actual hp characters breaks my heart bro. like, Who are you?😔 Where's my Harry, Cedric, Neville and Ron fics?
Hey 👋 can you write a fanfic where reader had an abusive past and later she is arrange married to Cedric and he treats her so well and heals her??
Healing wounds
Intro: Hey everyone! Sorry I disappeared for a long time. I am not one to vent or trauma dump online but I have had a severe mental health struggle since last year and an unexpected tragedy occurred in my life a couple months ago, so I have abandoned writing and posting, which I feel is not fair on the lovely people who support my work and send requests. I am determined to keep writing about what I love, for myself and for whoever finds comfort and happiness in it. :) <3
Warnings: Mentions of abuse and difficult past, arranged marriages, I got too invested and now this is very long. 💀 *Childhood friends trope?*
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The Diggory’s had always been a well respected and prosperous family in the wizarding community. Coming from wealth, and a pureblood lineage, the Diggory line had a reputation of familial perfection and kind hearts in their veins. The only son of Amos and Althea Diggory was no exception to these qualities. Cedric was a gentle boy, with gentle hands and talents exceeding far beyond his age. Since birth he had made his parents proud, and every achievement and natural skill had not gone unnoticed or disregarded by anyone who met him.
The boy seemed to shine, like the way light filters through trees before sundown, and the sound of his voice was like the sweetest honey one could taste. His heart was gold, and there was an undeniable kindness in his eyes that you could not find anywhere else. Each person who knew him also knew the remarkable traits that made him so extraordinary. Even the harshest mind couldn't deny these things, even if not willing to admit it.
As your father shook hands with the Diggory boy many years ago, he saw it. He looked straight into the face of that ten year old boy, and made a decision right then and there. A wise man, he had kept it to himself until the right moment came, and after your thirteenth birthday, he wrote to his acquaintance Amos with a proposition. It made perfect sense. You were both of the same age range, compatible, and of similar background. A union would be beneficial to the two families; social and financial.
Over time, private meetings occurred behind closed doors, letters were sent back and forth; your futures planned and discussed unbeknownst to you both.
As a young girl, you knew of the boy whose father worked with yours. He was two years your elder, tall for his age, and unusually bright. Cedric lived nearby, and you would often play together as your parents talked about whatever grown ups talked about. Cedric was nice, you had decided.
One summer's day, you fled your house, tears blurring your vision as you ran as fast as your legs could take you. The shouts of your father grew more and more distant until you reached the creek, collapsing onto the grass. You sat there curled up against a tree, knees drawn up to your chest as sobs wracked through your small body. He was hurting you again, angry once more for a reason you did not know or understand. Rough bark dug into your back and you ripped out fistfulls of green grass to throw in front of you.
There was a firm thump and a distinct sound of the crunch of dry leaves beneath feet.
A soft voice came.
“Are you crying?”
Your head whipped around, gazing at the boy that seemed to appear out of thin air.
“Where did you come from?” You inquired, hastily wiping your eyes with your sleeve.
“The tree,” Cedric replied, stepping forward and crouching down beside you. “In the branches.”
“What were you up there for?”
He shrugged, giving a polite smile as he looked over at you.
“I like to sit up there,” he said simply.
You let out a soft huff and stared intently at the grass beneath you.
Cedric sat down next to you, listening to the stream of water as it babbled and gurgled quietly.
“Why were you crying just then?” he asked, tilting his head.
You glanced over at him through the corner of your eye, silently debating whether or not to truthfully answer his question. As tempted as you were to confide in someone, you knew you shouldn't.
Your father was cruel. He would shout and often hurt you. Even at a young age you had always been aware that public image and reputation mattered greatly. You did love your parents in a way, though your mother was neglectful and your father was overbearing.
You didn't want to make them look bad.
You shook your head.
“It's nothing,” you mumbled, staring up at the sky.
Cedric’s bright eyes peered at you curiously. He did not believe that nothing was wrong. There had to be a reason for your tears. He frowned slightly, wanting to press a bit more and find out, concerned for your sadness. However he knew better. He was always taught not to pry.
He nodded, watching you as you grabbed a small stone and threw it into the water with a splash. You studied the ripples blooming outward in the water until they fully dissipated and disappeared.
The silence lingered for a second longer until you looked up once more at the tall tree, through the branches and leaves. “How do you get up there?” You wondered.
The boy joined you, craning his neck up as well.
“By climbing them,” Cedric answered kindly, plucking a dandelion from the grass and twirling the flower absentmindedly between his fingers.
“It's really high up. You must be really strong to do that. I couldn't do that,” you remarked, meeting his eyes.
A small dimpled smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his chest puffing with a hint of pride.
“Well I have to be strong. My dad wants me to play on the quidditch team when I start school.”
“Quidditch?” You echoed, your face twisting in amusement as you repeated the funny word.
He chuckled warmly and pulled a leaf from his hair. “It's a sport. You play on brooms. I bet your father enjoys watching it,” he explained in a light tone.
Your cheeks grew slightly pink, feeling dim witted for not knowing, but you knew he didn't judge you for it.
You nodded, eyeing the faint undertones of red that highlighted his chestnut colored curls.
“When will you go to school?” You inquired, squinting slightly as the sun grew a bit brighter.
“Once my letter arrives. My parents want me to attend Hogwarts just like they did,” he explained cheerfully. “What about you then?”
You thought, focusing on the sounds of the wind rustling the trees, the trickling of steady water. Oh how you longed to go to school too.
A place away from here.
“My father wants to teach me at home.”
Cedric nodded, noticing the distant look in your eyes.
“Are you feeling any better now?”
You were slightly taken aback by his soft inquiry.
You smiled. You had forgotten that you were ever sad to begin with.
“Yes,” you admitted truthfully, turning your head to shoot him a sideways glance.
The boy's heart swelled a bit, beaming at the fact that he was able to cheer you up. He opened his mouth to reply but the faint call of your name quickly caused you to jump up.
“Oh, I need to go back home now,” you said with a sense of urgency, looking over the trees that stood in front of the far off house.
Cedric stood as well, the dandelion dropping from his grasp and onto the ground. “I can walk you home if you'd like,” he offered, trying his best to be chivalrous.
“Oh no, it's okay,” you muttered quickly, giving him one last look. “I'll see you later.”
You ran sprightly back home, leaving him standing there behind you.
Later never came.
A week later you would be moved away to another village, and into a new house. A smaller house in a low populated area. Your father didn't tell you why, but you had a feeling that it had something to do with the housemaids leaving and the stacks of letters on his scattered desk that grew by the day. His anger grew with it, along with the deep violet marks that littered your skin.
You figured that Cedric was sent to off school, and would play Quidditch just like he had wanted.
You didn't think much of it, and the boy you knew turned into a distant childhood memory you thought rarely about.
Your sixteenth birthday arrived quicker than you were ready for.
Bounding down the stairs in your blue dress, you stopped at the bottom step, eyeing the small stack of presents in front of the dining room. Your mother stepped around the corner of the kitchen and gestured towards the table.
“Sit.”
You obeyed, admiring the spread of food and candles set on the dining room table. Your smile faltered slightly once your eyes landed on your father sitting at the head of the table, but you pulled out a chair and sat down anyway.
You cleared your throat as your mother joined you and your father at the table.
“Eat,” said your father, nodding his head in your direction. You picked up your fork, scooping up a bite of food and slipping it into your mouth.
Your parents both watched you, oddly silent as you ate your birthday meal.
“My dear,” your father started, placing his hand over your mothers. “There's something we must discuss.”
You looked up from your plate, a flicker of both fear and intrigue passing through you.
“Such as?” you questioned, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a sip.
“You are arranged to be married.”
You nearly choked on your water and the words sunk in like you were drowning.
“Married?” you sputtered, your eyes wide with fear.
He nodded solemnly.
All sorts of thoughts began to swarm through your mind. You had always imagined marrying for love. Growing up and finding the love of your life against all odds. This was not what you had planned.
“Married? I do not want to get married!” you protested, dropping your fork with a clink.
“I'm afraid you must,” he replied
Your eyes began to water and you looked to your mother for help.
“Father, I refuse!” you exclaimed tearfully, your voice cracking.
His fists slammed on the table and you flinched, recognizing the all too familiar rage in his eyes.
“Enough!” he bellowed.
“This is your duty to this family! This is your responsibility! You will not bring shame to my name!” He snapped urgently, pointing a finger at you.
“You do not have a say in this matter.”
You swallowed, staring blankly at your plate as your gut twisted with dread.
“When?” was all you could manage to weakly whisper.
He cleared his throat, taking a short breath as he picked up his fork and began to eat himself.
“In two years the union will take place,” he murmured, glancing up.
Two years…
Your future. Your dreams. It was all crushed and gone quicker than it took for you to dream them.
You pushed your plate away and closed your eyes.
Your mother took your hands and forced your chin up.
“It is for the greater good.”
Your parents would not tell you who your betrothed was, which angered you to no end that they wouldn’t at least give you an idea of who your husband would be.
What would he be like?
Look like?
Who would this man be?
And you prayed. You prayed to God that he would not be anything like your father.
As the months passed by and your next birthday came and went, the fear of the unknown grew and grew alongside yourself.
You tried to piece together a picture of him in your mind, hoping and dreaming every night that he would be everything you had ever dreamed for yourself. You pleaded for kind eyes, and gentle hands that wouldn't lay a finger on you.
You tried to convince yourself that the situation wasn't as bad as it felt, and that everything would be okay.
Everything would be alright.
You would find happiness.
You would be happy.
On the day of your eighteenth birthday, the knots in your stomach almost hurt.
You sat at your dresser, brushing out your hair as you got ready to meet the man you would marry.
Dipping your fingers into the rouge, you dabbed it on your cheekbones, staring into the mirror at your reflection. You almost didn't recognize yourself. You were now a woman. You sighed, picking up the glass bottle of perfume your grandmother had gifted you and spritzing it onto your collarbones. You didn't feel like a woman. Deep down inside yourself that little girl still remained.
You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror, smoothing out the faint wrinkle in the material of your deep blue velvet dress.
A call of your name from downstairs.
It was time.
The carriage lurched forward, startling you with a jolt as you kept your hands clasped tightly in your lap. It was silent and tense in the atmosphere of the cramped space, and your parents sat across from you with expecting glares.
The ride was long and silent as the hours passed until the carriage stopped. You were here. And God, were you nervous.
You peered out the window at the large manor, surrounded by flowers and trees. It's beautiful. You thought to yourself. Your father gave you a smack on the arm and gestured for you to get out.
You took a deep breath. You were about to meet your husband.
Picking up your skirt you carefully exited the carriage, heels clicking as you lowered yourself onto the stone ground.
As you stood there, you turned your head, attention landing on an older couple and the silhouette of a young man at a near distance. He had dark hair, and his height towered over who was most likely his parents. He stood with his back to you, squared shoulders beneath a suit jacket, nape of his neck disappearing into the raised collar. The afternoon light illuminated his figure, casting a slight shadow on the cobblestone.
You carefully walked forward, your parents on either side of you as you took each step closer and closer.
Then he turned, the golden evening light caught the edge of his profile, shone in his eyes as he casted his gaze upon you. Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and everything was in slow motion. He faced you fully, expression changing into something soft and unspoken as your eyes locked together. Almost instantly, a flicker of recognition went through you the second you saw his face.
His name spilled from your lips.
Cedric diggory.
You almost didn't believe it.
He was no longer the boy you remembered. He was taller, broader, and devastatingly handsome. His face was sharper, slope of his cheekbones higher, baby fat carved away by time. He wasn’t a stranger. You still saw the boy you knew beneath the man he’d become. It was all too familiar.
Both of your parents proceeded with the formalities, introducing you both to each other as if you did not know, or had forgotten who the other one was. But neither of you forgot. You never could.
You didn't register a word they said, not being able to pay attention as you stared at him with a doe-eyed gaze. Neither of you looked away, not taking your eyes off each other. He glanced up at you from beneath his lashes, taking your hand and slowly raising it to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles.
You smiled bashfully, heart aching as he whispered your name with a nod. He gently lowered your hand and took your arm as his parents led you into the manor. You tried your best to listen to Mr. and Mrs. Diggory explain the history of the manor, and how they inherited it but you couldn't fully focus.
It didn't feel real. It had been so many years. You never would have imagined that it would be him. You had expected the worst. You had dreaded the thought of being introduced to an old man, or someone so boring and dull it would bring you to tears. But this. You never anticipated something as wonderful as this. Relief bloomed deep in your chest.
Everything would be okay.
After dinner both of your parents sat down to quietly converse amongst themselves and you Cedric snuck off to talk and explore.
You strolled down the large and empty hallways of the estate pinkies brushing as you walked so close together. You gazed around in awe of the intricacy and beauty of the furniture, the walls, the paintings.
Cedric finally broke the silence.
“I'd never thought that I'd ever see you again.”
His grey eyes peered down at you. “ It's been years,” he whispered, his voice low and soft as he took in your features, trying to memorize your face all over again
Looking up at him you slightly shook your head in astonishment.
“I had always thought you had forgotten me,” you murmured.
He looked deep into your eyes. “No I… I could never forget about you y/n.”
Color dusted your cheeks, touched and flustered all at once by that revelation. You stole another glance at him, in disbelief that the boy you knew had grown into such a man. He caught your stare and you hastily looked away, your heart racing.
You spent your time together meandering around the estate, roaming the large rooms, and exploring the grande library, reminiscing as you ran your fingers along dusty leather spines.
Reacquainting came more naturally than you had thought.
It turned out that it all had occurred just as Cedric had said.
He had attended Hogwarts, and been sorted into Hufflepuff. He got to play quidditch just like he wanted, even being elected as Quidditch team captain. His school career was everything he hoped for. He had made his father proud. He divulged what he had been up to since graduating and you recounted your life since parting ways.
Cedric led you to the gallery, explaining each family portrait. The story behind it, who they had been.
“That was great, great, uncle Garfield Diggory,” he recounted, gesturing to the painting of a scruffy fat man with a red face. He smiled at you, corners of his lips pulling into a cheeky smile. “He was uh, a raging drunk, and everyone called him stumpy after he drank one too many bottles of whisky and accidentally lopped his own finger off.”
You laughed, pure and genuine as you held onto his arm.
“You cannot be serious,” you giggled, shaking your head.
Cedric grinned back at you, eyes sparkling with mirth as he watched you. He chuckled and dipped his head down to be closer. “As the grave.”
You eventually made your way outside, circling the stately home and admiring the trees surrounding it. Sharing laughter, stories and recalling shared childhood memories, you wondered how you had ever gone so long without one other.
“You know… if I hadn't moved away, I think we would have grown up being best friends,” you mused, daring to look at him.
Cedric turned his face to you, regret and tenderness lingering in his gaze.
He shook his head slightly, reaching down to touch your hand. “I have to agree,” he mumbled, interlacing his fingers with yours. You almost swooned from the warmth of his touch. His hands were large and yet so gentle. You were not used to that.
Hand in hand, you walked into the garden, past the weathered stone walls covered with crawling vines, and moss-kissed marble statues. Every leaf glinted beneath dusk's dim light, and the honeysuckle that clung to the archway and hedges sent a sweet and light aroma your way. Cedric gently led you over to sit down together on an iron bench, under a wisteria draped pergola.
Sitting side by side, knees touching, you cautiously rested your head on his shoulder. He went still, almost afraid of disrupting the moment if he moved even an inch. You stared at the cracked fountain, not wanting to be the one to break the silence.
He tilted your chin up, admiring the glow that the silver moonlight casted onto your face.
“You're beautiful.”
It felt as if all of the breath escaped your lungs.
“You… you can't just say something like that,” you managed to whisper breathlessly.
“And why not?” he challenged gently, leaning his face down so close you could feel his breath on your face.
“It makes me feel things I've never felt before.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
You shrugged, reluctantly tearing your gaze away.
Cedric frowned sympathetically and touched your shoulder. “Hey. It's okay. I know this is all new for you.”
A soft exhale left your lips and you stared up at the twinkling stars above, shimmering like thousands of diamonds scattered across the dark night sky. Cedric turned his face up with you and gently held your hand.
“Thank you.”
He brought his attention back to you once more.
“You don't need to thank me.”
You scoffed lightly and shook your head.
“Well you have treated me better in a day than anyone has in my entire lifetime,” you replied, frowning down at the ground. “I can't just say nothing.”
Cedric's brows drew together with concern and he gently rubbed his thumb over your arm. You suppressed a wince but his perceptive eyes caught it immediately.
“What's wrong?”
Panic immediately flooded through you.
“Nothing,” you insisted quickly, trying to pull your arm away but he held it still with a firm yet gentle grip. He gave you a worried yet earnest look.
“Please... “ he whispered pleadingly. “You can trust me.”
You sighed shakily and nodded, hesitantly allowing him to roll up the sleeve of your dress to reveal the deep purple and indigo hues that stained your flesh. He swallowed, brushing his fingers over the fresh and faded bruises.
“God, I..” muttered, his voice choked up. “If I had ever known-”
You shushed him softly, cutting him off. “It's fine.”
“No it isn't,” he insisted, his voice shaky. “Who's doing this to you? Is it your father?” cedric questioned.
You hesitated, before nodding slowly.
“Y/n I promise… I promise that I will never hurt you. I will never put my hands on you. I will not be your father. I will not treat you like he has. I will take you far away from that place and keep you safe for as long as I live,” Cedric vowed, cupping your cheek. “Do you understand me?”
You nodded, tears stinging your eyes as they dripped down your face. He wiped them tenderly and smiled, soft and devastating.
“I have loved you ever since that day I found you crying by the lake,” he uttered, pressing his forehead to yours. “All these years, all this time, I've been waiting for the moment that I would see you again.”
You trembled, eyes fluttering shut as he gingerly pressed his lips to yours in a kiss, filled with love, longing and desperation. He pulled back and you gaped up at him as if he was the most amazing thing you’d ever seen. And he was.
“I love you too.”
Cedric sniffled, holding you against him in a bone crushing embrace.
You couldn't have been happier.
Your father and mother were thrilled, of course that the match was a success and that they had been right all along.
The wedding was beautiful, simple and small. Everything you had ever wanted was standing right before you.
As soon as that golden band slipped around your finger, you were his.
He held you close, muttering sweet nothings into your hair during the reception and squeezing your hand whenever your father was near. He would protect you, heal your wounds. You looked up into his eyes and and you knew;
Ty Lovey for requesting I had fun writing this for you! I hope you like it and get better soon!
No warnings just fluff!
You were a mess; sitting at your desk with hundreds of papers and snot covered tissues littering the surface. It was the end of the year and the only thing on your mind for the past two weeks was to ace your O.W.LS., no matter how sick you were. You were wearing Cedric’s yellow jumper that you borrowed, stole, as the quill in your hand moved quickly, writing down answers as your eyes darted back and forth between textbooks and your notes. Occasionally your work would cease to wipe your nose or hack out a cough.
Then there was a polite knock on your dorm’s door.
You jumped, your brain snapping out of your extremely focused world. You huffed and rubbed your temple.
“What?” you groaned, a not so friendly tone in your voice as you were irritated that someone would interrupt you.
Then your boyfriends head poked through the door.
“Hey darling, what are you doing?” Cedric queried, slipping into your dorm and walking over to you perched at your desk.
“O.W.L.S.” was all that you grumbled, sticking your face back into your book.
“Ah,” Cedric replied, placing a hand on your head and bending down to face you. “And why would you be doing that instead of being in bed? You’re obviously sick.”
You swatted his hand away and shook your head.
“Nuh uh,” you muttered, dipping your quill in your ink. “I’m not sick.”
Cedric sighed and sat on your bed. He knew you were most likely the most ambitious Slytherin to had ever graced the halls of Hogwarts. But he knew he was just as patient and persausive as you were stubborn.
“I know for a fact that you are sick,” Cedric said in a calm and assertive voice.
“Yeah hmm and why’s that?” You said airily, not looking up from your work.
“Remember yesterday you tried to stifle those little coughs for the entirety of Snape’s class yesterday?”
You stopped writing for a moment, sideyeing him for a split second as you remembered.
It was in the middle of one of Snape’s lectures and had you coughed. Cedric had slowly turned his head to meet your gaze, a knowing look plastered on his face. In response you scowled and looked down, continuing to hastily scribble down the rest of your notes.
“No,” you answered flatly.
Cedric scoffed and shook his head with a dry smile.
“You don’t remember?” he said with an amused tone.
“I’m not sick!” you insisted, running your hands through your hair in frustration before flipping another page of your textbook. He grabbed your wrist to stop you from taking your quill again.
“You need rest,” he said firmly, spinning your chair around and placing both hands on the arm rests, sticking his face infront of yours. “And I made sure of it.”
“Yuh huh, and how exactly?” you challenged, crossing your arms and looking up at him defiantly.
“I told Madam Pomfrey,”
Your mouth dropped and you tried to find the words. This was unfathomable.
“No. No!,” you wheedled, a look of surprise and anger on your face.
“Yes,” Cedric said sternly.
“You can’t just do that! Your not in charge of me!” you exclaimed, trying to stand up from your chair but he grabbed you by your waist kept you sat.
“Oh darling but that’s where your wrong. I am.” he said sternly, running his thumb over your lower lip.
You went speechless for a second. You were not expecting this.
“I am prefect after all,” he said smugly, smirking at you while you sat open mouthed and visibly taken aback.
“You dick!” you retorted, running your hands down your face. “I need to be in classes tomorrow!”
“What you need to be, is in bed!” Cedric pressed, his eyes piercing into yours as he became more authoritative.
“I… you!” you fumbled, grasping for the words but he had you.
You sunk into your chair anc crossed you arms, feeling completely dominated. Though you were irritated he knew you loved it when he took charge.
“Can’t I study in my bed at least?” you prompted, grabbing for your papers.
“No,” he said simply, his large hand snatching them from your grasp.
“But! Hey-”
You were cut off, Cedric kissing you firmly. You instantly stopped and let him, not knowing what else to do.
“What was that for?” you asked in bewilderment.
“To shut you up,” he stated.
“I’m gonna get you sick!”
“Hah! So you admit! You are sick!” he said triumphantly.
You tried to defend yourself but you started coughing, not being able to say anything else and suddenly he scooped you up and plopped you into your bed, but you couldn’t even protest so you accepted your fate.
He tucked you into your bed and felt your forehead.
“God, darling your burning up,” he said quietly, sitting down on your bed next to you and kissing the top of your head.
“I’m cold though,” you mumbled.
“Here,” he replied, pulling out his wand and pointing it to the other side of your dorm where your fireplace was. "Incendio.”
A fire shot up instantly and the heat started flowing in your direction.
“Better angel?” Cedric caressed your cheek and kissed your forehead.
You nodded and reluctantly leaned into his touch. You didn’t want to admit it but you indeed did feel better, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“You need to drink alot of water. Stay hydrated,” He informed, grabbing a water bottle from your schoolbag and putting it in your hand.
“But-”
“Drink,” he demanded.
You sighed, knowing you had no choice. You drank as much as you could and handed it back to him.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, rubbing you arm and kissing your lips. “Now you’re going to sleep you hear?”
“Only if you stay,” you said in a quiet voice.
“Of course I will sweetheart,” He chuckled and kissed you again. “And is that my jumper?”
You looked down at the soft yellow sweater that was so big on you, you were pretty much swimming in it.
“No.”
Cedric smiled and stroked your hair.
“Last time I checked, Slytherins wore green.”
You rolled your eyes and laid back a bit more, looking down at the carpet.
“I’m not tired,” you complained.
“Don’t you worry, you will be soon.”
You huffed but stayed quiet for a few seconds.
“I feel guilty for not studying. I should be studying!” you moaned, hiding your face in your pillow.
“Oh hush, darling your work isn’t going anywhere! I’ll get you some hot tea and that will put you to sleep yeah?” He whispered, running his hands through your hair.
You nodded and he pulled the blankets over you carefully.
“Now, I’ll be quick as possible. I won’t leave you again until your better.”
Cedric kissed your head and strolled out your door to the kitchens.
He came back in a matter of minutes, true to his word, holding a jug of hot water and some packets of chamomile tea, along with an armfull of other things he thought you needed. Tucked in his arm was all of your favorite candies, cans of soup, and other (probably useless but he thought you’d like it) items.
“Darling I’m back,” He announced softly, looking over at you.
But to his surprise, you were already dead asleep.
Don't get me wrong, I love reading smut BUT SOME smut posts on here are deeply misogynistic/pedophilic, or just downright rape and fucked up shit like incest. Sometimes kink shaming is okay and to me this is one of those instances. These things often will appear on my feed because i read spicy stuff and it's frustrating because I do not want to see that.
Please no one be offended, this is just my opinion.
This was anonymously requested and the original request I already answered to if you want to read it just scroll down on my blog. Thank you anon for requesting and I'm sorry this took so long! I feel like this isn't my best writing but I tried my best! :)
Warnings: probably a few errors, possessiveness, out of character Cedric, use of Y/N, toxic relationship, that is pretty much it lol
Word count: 2436
Prologue:
Cedric Diggory was always seen as a charming, popular and handsome boy. And while all of those things were true to describe him, he had a different side that few knew about. The closest anyone had gotten to understanding his true character was probably Lee Jordan or the Weasley twins, and even then, they didnt know much. No one knew who he was. That was until he met you. Behind that handsome mask was a dark person who could be merciless and manipulative, who wouldn’t hesitate to get back at someone who would cross him, and little did you know, you would be the person to remove that mask and witness who he really was.
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It was the beginning of a new school year and the hallways of Hogwarts were filled with a sea of red, green, yellow and blue as students bustled off to the Great Hall for the sorting hat ceremony. You smiled as the group of anxious and small first years passed you, being lead by the headmistress Mcgonagall. It brought you back to when you were a first year yourself, your stomach fluttering in a mixture of excitment and nervousness as to what house you would be sorted into.It had turned out that you were a Gryffindor, the house of the brave and bold. It surprised many, including yourself because you had never seemed to be one of them.
You walked into the gathering place, your eyes scanning the floods of students being hearded into the right direction by prefects and professors as you made your way to your seat. You then felt yourself being practially bulldozed over as a group of rowdy Slytherin boys tried pushing through the group of you and your fellow Gryffindors. It was loud and chaotic and you were becoming slightly disoriented as you were shoved to the side, accidentally falling into the arms of someone.
It had happened quickly though to you it felt like it was almost in slow motion. The strong arms steadied you, helping you to your feet. You looked up, being met with the face of Cedric Diggory. You internally groaned, your eyes locking with quite literally the most popular boy in school. Sure, he seemed nice and helpful but for some reason you didnt trust him, like something else was going on with that boy. No one could be that perfect.
“Are you alright?” Cedric asked, letting go of you after a moment. You forced a polite smile and nodded.
“Yes, thank you,” you replied, breaking eye contact for a moment. The way his intense eyes seemed to study you made you uncomfortable.
“I haven't seen you around here before, whats your name?” he inquired, letting the other people pass you by as you stood there in the middle of the hall. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. Of course you knew who he was, but why hadn’t he noticed you before? You were only a year under him, he shouldve at least known who you were, popular or not.
“Y/N L/N,” you said simply, extending your hand to shake, you didnt want to really, but it was the socially expcted thing to do. “But of course I already know who you are,” you added.
He took your hand, shaking it firmly as he stared into your soul.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
He then gave a nod, returning to leading the younger students to their seats so the ceremony could begin. You made it to your table, feeling his eyes on you still, even across the hall.
From that point on, you had caught Cedric’s interest. You were different. And he had every intention of peeling back all of your layers and finding out everything about you. You drew yourself out of anyone, unlike him, who's still went along with what everyone else wanted him to be.
The weeks went on since your first meeting and Cedric suddenly was everywhere, which you found odd because the years before you scarcely saw him, and of course he had never saw you in return. It had become a habit for him to observe you whenever he saw you, like you would a specimen in a jar, and he had no idea why it had taken him so long to do so.
You noticed this however, how his gaze would linger on you, whether you were in class or the quidditch pitch, or the hallways of the castle. Was he seeking you out? Or was it just fate that you both happened to be in the same place so often?
After a while Cedric had decided he wanted to be with you, to uncover who you really were. You knew this, however and tried your hardest to stay as far away as possible from him, but he wouldnt give it up, he would persist.
It was a chilly autumn morning, the breeze was lightly blowing and the skies were painted a dull light grey. You stood outside, leaning against a tree as other students quiet chatter scattered throughout the courtyard. You let out a sigh of relief, Cedric being nowhere in sight. In fact, you hadn't seen him in days. Maybe he had given up, realized it wasnt worth it, and forgot about you. But you were wrong. It was the opposite. He had spent days holed up in his dorm, thinking about how he would go about with his plan. You would be his; he was sure of it, but he wasnt sure how yet. But today was the perfect day to make you his. You were alone, not using your friends as a way for him to never come up to you.
You let out a breath, your breath visible and swirling in the cold air as you pulled your sweater around you more. You then looked up, seeing the person you had been avoiding for weeks starting to approach you. You groaned, planning your escape exit as he drew nearer, but before you could slip away, he had cornered you.
“Hello,” he greeted casually, shoving his hands into his pockets and smirking down at you.
“What do you want?” you asked in exasperation, looking up at him. His brown hair was tousled and the cold weather had made his pale skin flush, his nose and cheeks slightly pink, giving him even more of the boyish charm that drove you crazy, and not in the good way. You had to admit, he was handsome, even though he had been silently bothering you for weeks.
He chuckled, gazing down at you with a grin.
“I want you to be my girlfriend,” Cedric said, his tone confident as you stood there baffled.
“You what?” you asked, feeling taken aback by how he said it, like it wasnt a request.
“You heard me.”
You stood there in shock, silent for a moment, turning your nose to the ground as you went over his proposition in your mind. He took your chin in his forefinger and thumb, making you look back up at him. The other students had begin to stare, quietly whispering amongst themselves.
“Come on Y/N, you wouldn’t want to cause a scene now would you?” he inquired, his eyes glinting as if daring you to challenge him.
You sighed.
Being with him couldnt be all that bad… could it?
You nodded.
“Alright,” you agreed.
The boy smiled widey, not even trying to hide the victorious pride he felt. He had finally done it. He had you.
“We should get going then, hm darling?” he asked smoothly, wrapping an arm around you.
It turned out being together wasnt all that bad. You two had gotten along quite nicely, and you had to admit, he was a good boyfriend, when he wasnt being possessive. You had noticed that trait of his as your relationship continued, and it caused problems sometimes. He also tended to act childish around you, something that you didnt expect from him. And you weren’t sure why, but you often doted on him, you couldn’t help it. He had sucked you in.
Cedric knocked on your door one day, brows furrowed and a look of anger on his face as he waited for you to come out of your dorm.
“Y/N!” he called out, knocking on your door again.
You sighed, getting up from your desk and walking over to your door, opening it for him.
“What is it now Ced?” you asked, crossing your arms as he pushed past you into your dorm.
“We need to talk,”he growled, looking down at you intensely as he shut the door with a click.
You raised an eyebrow, not planning on backing down.
“About what?” you asked, sitting down on your bed.
He laughed harshly and shook his head.
“About your little friend,” he spat, frowning down at you. You tilted your head in confusion, not knowing what he was on about until it all clicked in your head. “You've been spending quite a bit of time with Neville Longbottom have you not?”
You scoffed and shook your head.
“Cedric I have explained to you so many times, we are just friends-” you tried explaining but he cut you off.
“Friends eh? Rumor has it, he has a little crush on you,” he muttered, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.
“Since when do you believe rumors?” you pressed, jerking your face away from his hand, making him even more irritated.
“Since I see the way that git looks at you whenever your around!” he snapped, raising his voice slightly, his nostrils flaring.
“I cant take this anymore! You are the most possessive person I've ever met and I'm tired of dealing with it day after day!” you exclaimed, slamming your palm down on the mattress angrily.
His jaw clenched and he grabbed your face, pulling it towards his.
“Im possesive because I know whats mine and I’ll die before its ever taken from me,” he snarled, his eyes burning into yours.
You laughed coldly and pushed him away.
“That’s too bad because I'm not yours and I’m done with this!” you retorted, your eyes welling with frustrated tears. “Your behaviour is hurting this relationship and everyone else around us!”
Cedric retreated, fists clenched at his sides and his chest heaving. He couldn’t believe it. You were breaking up with him. Or trying to at least. He was scarily quiet before he turned on his heels and stomped off, slamming the door behind him.
The weeks that followed were miserable. Coldness had grown between you two and it was as if you had ever been together at all.
You walked through the quidditch pitch alone, broom in hand as you looked up at the sky. It was a good day for flying and Merlin, you needed to clear your head. You set off, the wind hitting your face and blowing back your hair as you flew over the castle, admiring the beauty of Hogwarts below you. All was well for a few moments until you noticed three figures in the sky as well on their brooms, you thought nothing of it until they became closer and you realized who exactly it was. In your years of being a Gryffindor you had made some enemies, particularly a group of Slytherin girls who had made your life hell since your first year.
This was the last thing you needed so you took a turn in the opposite direction, hoping they had not yet seen you and you could quickly escape. Unfortunately they had spotted you already and you were their target. You glanced behind you, flying faster as the main girl had a smug sneer on her face, her eyes narrowing as she drew closer, her two friends beginning to circle you on your broom. You were outnumbered. It all happened so quickly, the sound of laughter rang through your ears and you felt yourself being pushed and shoved in multiple directions in the sky.
Before you could do anything, you slipped off your broom, falling through the air.
All you could sense was the rush of air through your hair, hitting your face, your eyes watering as your body prepared to hit the ground. You couldn’t hear anything except for your heartbeat wildly pounding in your chest and you prayed that someone, anyone, would be there to catch you.
Then everything went black.
Cedric was in the hospital wing, sitting down next you as you rested. He had found out about the accident from the swarm of students that had surrounded your unconscious body on the ground as a prefect rushed to alert Madam Pomfrey.
He was angry. Very angry. Not at you, but at the people who had dared to ever hurt you. He stared at your face, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. His expression softened, realizing the reason why he liked you and how happy you truly made him. It wasn't because of how you could be yourself, but because you had never expected anything of him. Unlike his father, unlike everyone else. You accepted the other side of him despite seeing it enough times that could cause you to push him away.
He thought about taking revenge on the girls who had caused this but he decided against it, knowing that you wouldn’t like that. He stayed there for a long time, waiting for you to wake up.
Your eyes fluttered open ,and you felt slightly disoriented, looking around the hospital in confusion. You then locked eyes with Cedric, feeling your heartbeat quicken in surprise that he was there after everthing that happened between you both.
“You're awake,” he muttured, lightly stroking your hand.
You started crying, causing him to look at you in worry and bewilderment at your sudden outburst of tears.
“Hey, hey hey, whats wrong?” he asked, his eyes searching your face for answers.
“I’m- I’m worried that you won't ever be by m-my side anymore, and I’ll be so lonely if I’m left behind again,” you confessed, tears falling down your face. This shocked him and he pulled you into his arms, whispering words of comfort. Cedric realized you both, in fact, very lonely but in different ways, and this just showed it to him.
“I’ll never leave you,” he promised, hushing your sobs and wiping the salty tears off your face.
You smiled tearfully up at him and nodded.
“I’ll never leave you either.”
You knew you were toxic. You both did. But you didn’t care anymore. You could work on it… right?
