#primary seekers

[faethefaery]

MY FAVORITE SEEKERS 🖤

I’m like not the best artist, but I crave more content of these three and if that mean creating it myself then, that is what I’ll do!! (Base is by https://x.com/mcnuggyy?s=21)

[charrdricnet]

separate but equally terrible nightmares (cedric/cho/harry)

a/n: i’m doing a monologue for my acting class (over zoom lol) and the title of this fic is a line from my monologue!! some angsty fluff, fluffy angst, whatever you wanna call it. i usually don’t write on here as i have my own fanfic accounts but this didn’t feel like something i wanted to post there, so i guess you guys can have it, lol. i hope you guys enjoy!! if you do, i’d love to know, maybe i’ll write more for this ship and post it here.

Even while dreaming, things manage to go wrong for Harry.

Suddenly, doused in sleep, he becomes fourteen again, terrified and stomach turning as the tournament should be ending, but instead, he stands in a graveyard, one hand still on the cup, the other interlocked with someone else’s fingers.

He hears the shrill, weak voice cry the three words that have haunted him for years: “Kill the spare!”

He dreams of cold, lifeless skin and ghostly apparitions begging him to bring the body back. Usually, the dreams are soaked with truth—Cedric's hazel eyes stare blankly, his deep voice rings out and chills him to the bone.

Sometimes, the spare is someone else. Long black hair and warm skin, her lips parted in a final cry. Harry has no idea why she’s even here, she wasn’t a part of this, why is Cho here? But he supposes that dreams rarely bother with logic.

The worst dreams are when it’s the two of them, not always in that graveyard, but on stretchers in the great hall among the other fallen soldiers of a war that they did not sign up to fight in.

Cedric and Cho lay between bodies of fellow students, all much too young to have died, let alone in such a horrible way. And Harry finds them, their fingers still entwined, but lifelessly stiff. 

The nightmares are persistent, but his soft whimpers and movement does not go unnoticed.

A strong hand grips his shoulder, whispering soothing words, voice still thick with sleep, but comforting nevertheless. On his other side, a smaller body snuggles close, stroking his hair, almond eyes not even needing to open to find him in the sheets.

It’s then that memories comfort him. Cedric had lived that day, Pettigrew’s Killing Curse narrowly missing him, but the flash of green fooled them as the teenager played dead, fear coursing through him, and a surge of protectiveness over Harry, too.

The two had returned from the graveyard when Harry ran for the cup, grabbing Cedric too, refusing to leave his body there...only for a hand to grip him back, the two of them hugging and crying in the middle of the Quidditch field, back at Hogwarts, messengers of news no one wanted to hear.

Dumbledore’s Army brought Harry and Cho close. Her and Cedric were still dating at the time, although he’d graduated, but there was still a deep connection form between the three of them.

In her dreams, Cho sees the Battle.

She sees faces frozen, faces she’s passed in the hallways for years, suddenly gone. She remembers spells flying, the shouting, the blood. She remembers dust and dirt caked on her skin, tears tracked through the grime.

She remembers searching for Cedric when the dust had settled, calling his name in the swarms of students, fearing the worst. She had already almost lost him once. 

Except in her dreams, she enters the Hall, expecting to see him getting a small wound patched, and instead finding him lying beside his fellow fallen students. All of the bodies are fresh, except Cedric has already begun to decay, his eyes sunken in and his bones poking through in places.

She mutters his name in her sleep, and feels the stirring beside her, but it’s not enough to wake her. Cedric’s body opens its eyes, and reaches for her hand. She jolts up, screaming his name once more.

The lights are flicked on, and Cedric’s arms wrap around her shoulders. Harry sits beside them both, green eyes soft and sleepy, and she motions for him to join the hug, because while she’d dreamt about Cedric that night, it had been him last week.

They switch positions in the bed, putting her between her two boys, who always give her space when she needs it, and always give her love when she needs that more.

It was Cho who kissed Harry first in the Room of Requirement, and when he pulled back, telling her they couldn’t do that to Cedric, she’d chuckled, and replied: “He encouraged me to give it a shot, actually.”

It hadn’t gone anywhere at the time. It was complicated enough for her and Cedric to be together, let alone adding a third person into the mix, especially on the brink of a war.

When Cedric has nightmares, he’s in the graveyard. He lies there, still, and listens to Harry’s screams, listens to him be cut, be taunted, be on the brink of his own death. He just listens, he doesn’t do anything. And when Harry dies there, terrified and utterly alone, Cedric stays still, and doesn’t do a thing to save the younger boy he’s grown so attached to.

He takes the Cup when he finds the chance, and he leaves Harry’s body there, because if he goes for it, he’ll most likely be killed. He returns to Hogwarts, a Triwizard champion, but also the reason that The Boy Who Lived is dead, and Voldemort is back.

If he had just gone for his wand, if he had just been brave enough to help—

His eyes flutter open as he feels Harry snuggle closer in his arms, feels the tickle of messy hair beneath his chin, the warmth of his chest pressed to his. Harry is right in his arms, and Cho is lying just a few inches away, too, and her face is illuminated by the moonlight through the window.

After the Battle, the three of them were reunited. Helping to rebuild Hogwarts, making sure all the dead were remembered, being active in the Ministry.

While Harry finished his seventh year, Cho went into Quidditch training for the Tutshell Tornados, and Cedric delved into the world of broom-making, and the three of them felt a shift in their relationship. They were treading the path of more than friends, evident in the way glances lingered on lips and fingers brushing made cheeks red.

Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the three of them sleep side-by-side in a bed that’s definitely only meant for two people, but a bit of magic stretches it to the perfect size. They all have nightmares sometimes, more nights than not, but they also have each other, and it gets them through.

[ticklishraspberries]

omg #2 w/ cedric cho harry?

not accepting these drabble prompts anymore!!

2. “Are you – oh my god, you are.”

Cho prided herself in discovering the little things.

The freckle on Cedric’s back, or the little scar on the back of Harry’s neck from his aunt trying to shave his uncontrollable hair. Well, wasn’t that what being a Seeker was all about? Finding the little things.

However, this fact didn’t seem so little to her.

“Are you – oh my god, you are.”

“I’m what?” Harry asked, cheeks flushing.

“Ticklish!”

Cedric’s head peeked into the room. “Harry’s what?”

“Our lovely partner here is ticklish, Ced.”

Harry was bright red by that point, and he was already beginning to grin in anticipation. “Fine, yes, I am, there. Now you don’t have to test it.”

“Oh, no, we absolutely still need to test it, don’t you think, Cho?”

“I totally agree.”

He could have made a break for it, but both his partners were equally as fast, and both stronger too, and he knew he would only prolong the whole thing if he tried. He had learned all of that the hard way, growing up alongside the Weasley family.

And so, he merely started to giggle hysterically as Cedric appeared on his other side, and both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff began to tickle him.

Cho’s fingers prodded at his ribs, the spot she’d originally touched to make him squirm, and Cedric simultaneously latched onto his hip with one hand, thigh with the other, and squeezed.

Scared to push the limits too far, they only tortured their boyfriend for a bit before opting to cuddle him instead, although the information would definitely be used again soon.

It was surely one of Cho’s favorite little discoveries.

[vioislit]

ok so 

yeah

I love this ship a lot and they’re cute okay

[faethefaery]

Can’t get over the idea of Harry, Cedric, and Cho being friends in GoF. Harry asks Cho to the ball and though she still goes with Cedric she feels a bit bad and ends up asking Harry to dance with her and Ced. Harry feels a bit awkward at first, but goes anyway and the three of them end up having a great time together and becoming tentative friends. Even though Harry still has a crush on Cho, he values this new relationship more and gets to know them both. They all going to hogsmeade together, Rita skeeter is going crazy with speculations on the two Hogwarts champions and Cho’s friendship and so are the rest of hogwarts but none of them care, they’re having too much fun. He ends up with crushes on the both of them, but doesn’t say anything, embarrassed and confused with himself. Everything is kind of shit, with Ron and Hermione’s bickering over Viktor, The tournament, and someone trying to kill him, but he’s happy with them.

Then the maze happens and everything falls apart. Harry and Cho are depressed, Harry blames himself. They end up sort of clinging to each other, Cho sharing all the plans she had made with Cedric, Harry confessing his own feelings and his silly dreams of a future. A bit desperately Harry and Cho end up giving a relationship a go, but it’s just /wrong/ without Cedric. Eventually, even their friendship starts to drift, sure because of outward circumstances, but mostly because it’s /just not the same without Cedric./