You Never Offered

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I wonder how it would feel to be loved by you

better than drugs

I got bored and decided to write some questions for fanfic authors!

[Here’s a Twitter friendly version!]

Fanfic Writer Q&A

🍐 Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind? If no, why not?

🍊 Do you have a trusted beta reader or are you more of the ‘Not Beta Read We Die Like Men’ type?

🍏 First person or third person?

🍎 Past tense or present tense?

🍌 How long do your fics tend to be? Short and sweet? Or novel-length?

🫐 Mutli-chapter or one-shots?

🍍 Rarepairs? Yea or nay?

🍈 In character or out of character?

🍉 Favorite trope? What’s a cliche that you just love?

🍆 Do you like reading/writing ABO?

🍓 OTP(s)?

🥝 NOTP?

🍋 Fluff or smut? Or both?

🌶 Does angst get you excited? Or does it make you wanna crawl into a hole and just cry?

🥭 How do you come up with fic ideas?

🥥 Are you a planner or do you just write by the seat of your pants?

🍒 Do you title your chapters?

🍑 Overused words or phrases that just make your eye twitch?

🍇 What’s something that you struggle with as a writer?

🥑 Any writing advice?

Me: I don't know what to write next. Like it has to be interesting. If it doesn't entretain me what can I expect...?

Mi dirty mind: So add smut.

Me: Yeah, that will do.

Meeting at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 2

Cho offered to paint their faces with the colors of Ireland just as she had done to hers. Harry didn't hesitate to nod and stood still as she brushed his face and held his chin for stability.

"All yours," Harry instructed as he rose from the seat, freeing it.

Cedric wasn't convinced, but he sat down.

The paint didn't seem like one of those that irritated his skin.

"You're adorable," Cho told Cedric with a big smile when she finished. A little shy all of a sudden, she added, "Both of you are.”

"Would you have painted me even if I supported Bulgaria?"

Cho laughed at Harry's indiscreet question.

"Yes, but it wouldn't have been my best work."

Harry's gaze fell on Cedric's face, studying it carefully as he recognized, “It does look really nice.”

The rosy hue, however, was not part of the Irish flag.

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Along with Cho, they made it back to the Weasleys' tent just in time for all of them to head out into the woods towards the stadium. Ginny and Luna had the team colors painted on their cheeks. Harry entered just for a moment to grab the items he had bought for tonight.

He came out wearing all that, as if he were a walking flag.

Cedric covered his smile. He looked so adorable —and funny.

“Want one?” Harry handed him a green shamrock rosette. "I think I'm a little loaded."

"Sure," he said, stifling a laugh.

He took the brooch and clipped it to his coat.

In the same place where Harry had his, identical.

"Can I keep you company?"

Harry and Cedric

"And I have to patrol tonight," Cedric continued. It was the first time it had sounded like he was complaining about his prefect duties, something Harry would often do if he was in his place. “I don't know how I'm going to keep from falling asleep…”

"What do you do on those nights?"

It was also the first time he had asked him a question about it.

Suddenly, he was more than interested.

"Patrolling the halls... Touring the castle... Getting bored, yes, that's what I do."

Harry laughed and wanted to know several things:

1. Have you ever caught a student outside curfew?

( Yes, but they don't always get punished, I must admit. I'll let them go... as long as I don't find them again.., Cedric answered.)

2. Have you ever bumped into Filch? Because he's not what you'd call nice even on the best of days.

(Cedric was a bit embarrassed to admit that… Prefects try to avoid crossing paths with him as much as Filch does. He doesn't appreciate patrolling the same floor… Bad job, according to him. )

3. Can I keep you company?

That last question seemed to take him by surprise.

“I know it's not within the rules, but I'll keep you awake.”

Cedric remained silent for a few moments.

Harry was sure he was looking for a polite way to say…

“I would really like that.”

He held back a smile.

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I want to keep posting my favourite moments here <3

Ao3: Always Yours

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.

Cedric recieves a special letter on his birthday

At breakfast, all of his closest friends and a few others at the table greeted Cedric. Along the letters in the mail, he found some of his friends who had already graduated, his father and some distant relatives he saw every couple of years —and Harry's.

An excited heartbeat skipped on his chest.

Cedric read some of the letters right there.

His father's, Harry's...

He stopped at every word.

Ced, I hope you have a great time today.

I know that I will see you in person and I also plan to say hello, but I wanted to write to you.

I hope it's not weird or something.

I wanted you to know how much your friendship means to me and I wasn't confident in letting you know if I had to say it. I know I'm not the best friend anyone could ask for and I'm sorry. You’re important to me. I don't know if you know how amazing you are, and I don't mean all those things I've heard people talk about you. Yes, most of them are true, but I'm talking about the sides I know I've been lucky enough to know, all the things you told me about yourself and every secret you've confided in me.

It has been a privilege to bump into you that day. Thanks.

Or should I thank my own clumsiness for it?

Adore you, Harry.

Merlin.

He was falling so hard for this boy.

And Cedric could still feel that… he hadn't even hit bottom.

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Harry's signature >

Ao3: Always Yours

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Amé esta trilogía y la trama superheroina-chiconormal

- Oh, ¿no puedes satisfacerte contigo mismo? -No puedo. - Su sonrisa se hizo más amplia - Acabo de ganar el corazón de la única superhéroe del mundo. ¡Soy el hombre! -Ugh. Vale. Me voy a casa ahora, antes de enfermarme. - Esta bien, ok, lo siento. Sólo estoy bromeando. Más o menos. Pero enserio me gustas. Que puedo decir. Soy lo suficientemente hombre como para decirte. Te quiero, Jamie. Tanto que me estoy volviendo loco por esto. ¿Por qué no acabas de admitir que me quieres también? -Quiero que sigas vivo, es lo que quiero. - ¿Eso es todo? - Es una cosa muy grande, ¿no te parece? -Bueno, si, no matarme es un objetivo muy bueno, pero lo que quería decir yo, ¿eso es todo lo que nos mantiene separados?