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?
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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?
James Wilson x reader thoughts.
Intro: 18+ ahead, minors should not interact.
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!!
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 𝕓𝕒𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖
This was requested by @cosmicswan!
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.
Toxic
-Cedric Diggory x female reader-
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?