A Comic About Fix-it Fanfics

I just read the first part of your fic and let me say, I LOVE IT. It warms my heart so much!

Aww it makes me so happy to know it <3

I hope you love part two too! I’d say it has a different undertone but I love fluff so much and it has a lot of cute moments as well. Some that I really love and I haven’t posted here yet

"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

Cedric hugs Harry in Hogsmeade

AO3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 12)

Cedric's fit on his shoulder was delicate and firm. Harry was aware that this must be awkward, but he felt more at ease than he thought he should be. The tears had stopped the instant he leaned against him and stayed that way for what seemed like a long time. He wasn't sure how weird it was for Cedric. No emotion could be sensed on his behalf, other than his soft breathing. Harry figured Cedric wouldn't show signs of anything besides courtesy and kindness.

When Harry reluctantly pulled away to face him in embarrassment, Cedric did everything in his power to make the moment pass as if it hadn't been a big deal. The relief he experienced at this was indescribable. That ability Cedric had to make him feel comfortable must be the reason why he was so popular.

Why someone, anyone would want to spend time with him.

Harry was in no rush to leave that space in the middle of the forest.

As if they had the whole afternoon ahead of them, Cedric settled with his legs spread out under the dim sun that filtered through the branches of the trees. "It's nice to see you somewhere other than on a gurney, hurt."

The thought that he wasn't the only one enjoying being there made Harry relax against the ground. Every one of the sensations he had experienced during the minutes he had been in Cedric's arms, with his head on his shoulder, remained etched on his body. It was as if the touch hadn't ended, because he could still feel that pressure and warmth all over.

As if he was under a spell.

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I love this chapter so much it was hard to just pick one scene

Twilight meadow-and-forest vibes are there or is it that it never really left my head?

I got a kind-of genius, sad and cute idea for a Hedric fic

One night on a prefect’s patrol, Cedric talks to someone who sounds just like Harry under his invisibility cloak. But it isn’t him. Not really

So time travel, but a Harry from a different timeline shows up

Cedric and Harry are boyfriends, but the new, somehow known and unknown older Harry has a mission that concerns both of them

I guess you can anticipe the rest haha

Probably predictable but I love the time travel trope and I haven’t read one like this

FUTURE/PAST HARRY KISSES PRESENT CEDRIC. Yeah, that’s the first idea I had and I am totally writing a whole long fic just for it to happen

I’m already half there :)

May this count as a spoiler? But there is so much more

Part 1 (completed) is a much needed introduction and build up, with a lot of cute Hedric moments. Here’s the link:

Part 2 (work in progress) is when the plot really starts.

This was the utmost fun!

I got to know a lot of tropes I haven’t hear before.

Thanks! @cielo-paradiso

I'm so tired of people being ashamed/embarrassed over the fanfiction tropes they like because of fear that others will disagree. So, I'm here and sharing all the tropes I like! Normalize sharing and talking about tropes that you like, its such a unifying thing across fandoms, and we should all celebrate our different preferences.

Make yours here!

Tagging a few mutuals! Feel free to participate or just ignore this if you aren't keen on sharing. @impishtubist @howtomakelovestay @immxrtalbi Have fun :)

Moments in my hedric fic I can picture so perfectly

Harry and Cedric under the invisibility cloak in Hogsmeade

Cedric is struggling to get the itchy paint off his face during the Quidditch World Cup and Harry offers to help. So they end up alone in a bathroom

Cedric is high on painkillers after the first task and shares the space on the gurney with Harry

I might do a part 2 of this post ! And I did

Link on Ao3: Always Yours

Harry helps Cedric to get the itchy paint off his face

at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 3

Harry, however, remained standing by his side.

“Do you need help?”

"Yes, please," he admitted, both embarrassed and worried that his face would be red from rubbing so much. And that was only half. “I can't take it off.”

"Did you suddenly have a change of heart?" Harry asked humorously, taking a piece of paper and dunking it slightly under the water.

That made Cedric laugh.

"Although the presentation of Bulgaria was interesting, no," he answered, stopping for a moment from trying to wash his right cheek to look at him. “What about you?”

"Always with Ireland, but Krum..."

“He’s really good.”

Harry nodded as he brought the cold paper to his other cheek.

Cedric stopped himself from taking a step back in surprise.

How had he thought Harry would help?

"This is kind of stuck to your face," he said with a frown and apologized for rubbing too hard. Cedric smiled, making the pressure build up. “It seems that it’s starting to fade.”

"My face will be red."

"More like orange," Harry pointed out. “Better than green.”

Cedric had seen his blond Slytherin classmate in the stands earlier. Draco.

He must have told Harry something, surely...

"You would make a good professional seeker," he commented, erasing the small frown from Harry’s expression. “Would you like to be one? Is that how you imagine your future?”

"No," Harry muttered immediately. “I don't imagine it like that.”

“Then how?”

"I guess I can't picture it at all."

They were silent for a few seconds.

Harry tossed the paper into the trash can and prepared another.

"Sounded a bit depressing, sorry," he admitted, starting to clean Cedric up again. Cedric was slightly leaning towards Harry. “Professional seeker sounds pretty good to me. And you?”

“I’ve never considered a future in Quidditch.”

It wasn't a secret or a confession.

“I could tell. You're good, but it doesn't seem like your style. The Ministry, perhaps? Like your father.”

"Maybe," he replied, thinking that this would hardly be his style. “Maybe some department… where I can make a difference. But I don’t think so. I think I would like something more related to medicine, helping people. Work in a wizarding or muggle health foundation. I don't know.”

The only person with whom he had shared this was Malcolm's mother, due to her work and evident knowledge in the muggle area. Harry's expression was one of complete interest and no trace of judgment, which relieved Cedric because he was afraid someone would think it was a bad idea.

Especially someone whose opinion he would appreciate.

"That sounds more like you."

The way Harry looked at him as he said that...

Their eyes focused on each other, his hand over Cedric’s face.

So close, and the warmth that invaded Cedric everywhere.

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I needed to post one of my favorite fragments (I have a lot of them, I know ha)

Why I am such a sucker for scenes that take place in a bathroom?

and in my head

there is only you

and i don't get why.

i don't know if i want to

run away or

sink deeper in it.

if i want to

get out

or in.

if i am afraid

of winning

or losing.

That deep desire to write when you can’t it’s killing me

Planning or daydreaming can only scratch that need to a certain point

And I’m not that much inspired to get it out easily

It’s more like “wow how much I wish I could spend all the afternoon cracking my head up until I find the right words”