I Don't Want To Run

So I gave up trying to restraint myself and I spent like four hours writing because “I deserve it” and “if you can’t beat them, join them” (and by them I mean my own head)

When did writing become such a reward?

And the main thing providing me dopamine

Now I’m happy and sleepy

Tomorrow I will study, since I got it out of my system for now. It feels nice

Cedric and Harry under the invisibility cloak at Hogsmeade

Once the cloak was over his head, the last thing Harry expected was for Cedric to reach out for him, much less to throw his arm around his shoulders and walk together like that. Between the weight of the cloak and Cedric's delicate pressure on him, Harry was having trouble breathing. He tried to form a mental picture of how they must look from the outside, and he checked all sides to make sure no one else was in the forest.

Then he offered to let him get under the cloak. "You're tall, but I think we fit in," Harry made room for Cedric, who hunched just enough for him to cover both of them. “Are you comfortable?”

The smile on his face was an affirmative answer.

Cedric looked in all directions and, as they continued walking, he straightened up and supported all the weight on his own. As if it were an umbrella in the rain, Harry was sheltered between the soft arm behind his head and Cedric's chest that at times crashed against his back. “This is incredible. If it wasn't for the fact that I feel like I'm under a sheet, I'd totally forget that we're invisible.”

"Trust me, when there's someone who shouldn't see you, you gladly remember you are," Harry replied, laughing.

He couldn't see Cedric’s expression but he could sense his tone. “Have you used it many times?”

Impressed, surprised.

“A few. With Ron too.”

Wandering around with his best friend was nothing compared to being with Cedric and his scent that filled the small space. Harry was being really careful not to trip over the cloak or bump into him, but all his efforts disappeared as they seemed to match their steps while talking.

"You've never been caught," Cedric stated, slight amusement in his voice. “I don't know if I want to ask why you had to use it in the first place.”

“No, you definitely don't want to know. You might have to report it.”

"I would never report you."

There wasn't an ounce of doubt.

"Unless I was in danger," Harry said, smiling to himself when the silence proved him right. “Hermione’s like that too. You two have a lot in common. I bet you’d like her.”

"I would tell you first," he declared, suddenly unsteady in his steps. “I bet I would.”

Harry couldn't imagine someone Cedric wouldn't like.

Or someone who wouldn’t like Cedric.

He was so…

He had no words.

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Ao3: Always Yours

I think I’m gonna start posting things from part two :)

Reality is why I write romance.

Writing romance when your romantic life is a complete mess? Yeah.

Well, I least I loved and lost.

I guess it’s better than have never loved.

Or when I wrote romance and had literally no experience.

So this is me trying to write my fic ever since I got my sweet Tangerine 💛

My bff asked me if I was alright bc she heard of the AO3 curse that affects writers. I've been through three of those things so far in like a few months

link

Saw this in a fic group I'm in and after the Pasta Is A Vampire joke the other day it felt fitting. 😅

I love fluff

I’ll live and die for fluff

Romantic, cute scenes that fulfill my heart ❤️

the rowling hag killed off cedric because she knew harry’s character would take a life of his own and try to date him in the next book

i am a poem

and chocolate

kind of person

and i would rather

leave regrets

to anyone

but me.

i am a romantic

who is learning

that love is not

just meant

to somebody else.