#cedric the sensational x reader

[moncey-imagines]

Reminder | Cedric the Sorcerer x Reader

i apologize for the lack of fem reader i left it open edned for all readers but i hope everyone likes it :3

!!THIS HAS NOT BEEN PROOF-READ OR EDITED!!

no warnings i dont think, other than sad ceddy teehee

requested by: @bettathanyou

Cedric sighed as he sat on his stool, resting his head in his hands. “Another spell fumbled…” he thought to himself. His recent failed attempt at impressing the royal family reminds him of a time he’d rather forget…a time he wishes he could’ve prevented.

Looking up at the potion he’s brewing, he catches a glimpse of his reflection in a jar. His bangs catch his eye…the silver color being a permanent reminder of his failure, and the years of ridicule he experienced for it.

Dropping his head back into his hands, he frees the lump that’s been building in his throat, his tears falling onto his spellbook.

“Cedric?” you say, peeking into his lab, worried for the sorcerer after hearing about what happened from Princess Sofia.

“Eh? Oh, [Y/N]...g-go away, you have work around the castle to do, don't you?”

He turns his body away from you, hiding his misery beneath a cold exterior. Despite his growing fondness of you, he just can't seem to bring himself to be vulnerable with you.

“You're crying, are you okay?”

You walk closer to the sorcerer, as he sighs in defeat at you seeing his tear stained face.

“Y-Yes, it's nothing…it's just a side effect from the griffin feathers I’m using in this spell…”

He tries to sit upright, to pretend he’s fine like he has for so many people.

Unlike them, though, you can see right through him.

“Cedric…I know sad tears when I see them…is it about what happened in front of Roland?”

Giving into your kindness, he reluctantly answers.

“...Yes, it is…I can't seem to hold it together in front of him…I always mess things up just when everyone's counting on me to do it right…”

He glances up at his reflection in the jar again, face full of sorrow.

“It’s alright Cedric…me and Princess Sofia can vouch for you, we know you're an amazing sorcerer…”

You kneel beside him, hugging him in an attempt to comfort him, though he continues to stare at his reflection.

“You don't understand, [Y/N]... everything I do is a failure…everything I’ve done is, too…”

“Cedric, is there something more to it? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to…”

Opening up to you, he tells you about what happened back in his childhood and what he did to his sister, Cordelia's, hair. He tells you about how, ever since then, everyone belittled and made fun of him. How he started to believe them…

“Cedric…”

“I have a reminder on my head of what happened now, it seems no one will ever forget what happened…”

“But…it's a reminder of all you’ve been through, too…”

“Hm?”

Looking up at you expectantly and pleadingly, you sigh and hold his cheek in your palm, gaining a bit of a flustered reaction from the sorcerer.

“You endured all that bullying, all that ridicule…and yet, here you are…Royal Sorcerer of Enchancia…don't you think that, if you really were a terrible sorcerer, they would kick you out?”

“Hm…I suppose so…but what if it's all because of my father? They expect me to be just like him…”

“They could have hired Cordelia, Cedric, but they chose you…you also have me and Sofia, we believe in you…if you really were horrible, you wouldn't have any of this…”

“I suppose you're right…”

Leaning into your hand, he blushes, avoiding eye contact.

“Thank you…for giving me that, um, pep talk…of sorts.”

“It's no problem, Cedric. That's what friends are for…”

Wincing a bit at the casual friend-zone, he pulls away from you, putting on a stern, yet flustered face.

“Yes, yes, now, um, run off. I have…potions to brew and such.”

You giggle as you stand back, giving him a peck on the lips and leaving out the door.

“Alright, Cedric, you can do it! I believe in your magic ability!”

As you leave, he sighs contently, turning back to his work with the new-found confidence that you’ve given him in, not only his magic, but his chance with you.

IM SORRY IF ITS SHORT I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYSSSS!!!

[lefunnymoncey]

im not too fond of clover the rabbit from sofia the first

anyway @punkyflesh @bettathanyou ill be uploading a cedric fic over on @moncey-imagines im finishing it up 😏

i may not selfship with ceddy anymore but i will for sure write for him *does 3 backflips*

[icrypop]

He's so pretty..... @cedric-my-beloved 🫶🫡

[bettathanyou]

Ok ok so you do nsfw, perfect, happy to meet so many horny people just like me. So idk is there a chance I could ask for A fic or headcanons (whatever you prefer) of facesiting with Cedric?👀

IDK HE STRIKES ME AS THE KIND OF GUY THAT WOULD ENJOY THIS AND I SEE NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT.

Take as much time as you need. I hope you have a wonderfull day❤️

(sorry if there is any gramer or spelling errors. English is not my first lenguage)

Also im not yet confident with you knowing my account, and this propably not the last time i would request something from you so for now refer to me as

-🐌 anon

Hello, 🐌!! Thank you sm for the request and LET ME TELL YOU. CEDRIC IS SUCH A GIVER IN BED FACE SITTING WOULD BE HIS BREAD AND BUTTER I DECLARE IT!! Also, this fic will be written from an AFAB perspective, so references to that type of genitalia/nudity will be used.

Edit: this ask has been rotting in my drafts since forever, I don't think I'll finish it because I lost motivation for it, and im so sorry anon. I figure it's better to give you what I have versus never answering at all, so I hope this can give you a little bit of happiness.

Just A Taste, Darling

Warnings: Make out session and it gets slightly smutty

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Laying on the plush mattress beneath, your eyes are fixed on reddish bruised lips from an intense make out session, and a hungry amber stare obscured by locks of silver and ebony. Your hand traces the curve of the sorcerer's cheek for a moment, relishing the flushed and soft skin.

Cedric hums deep in his throat, leaning into your palm. He kisses it, once, twice, before you feel the warmth of his hand covering yours. Smiling, you reciprocate with your lips, tracing a line of chaste kisses down the bridge of his nose.

"You're driving me mad, love..." Cedric huffs in desire, his breath warm against your face.

"You hardly seem mad to me, Cedric." You tease him with a playful grin, chuckling when he rolls his eyes.

"You know what I meant-"

"Yes, I know." You reassure him, taking his lips again for another kiss.

Cedric's breath caught in his throat, thrown off by the unexpected display of affection. However, his shock ebbs away once his own desire for you rises once again. Cedric takes quick control of the kiss, pressing his lips and his body flush against you, a maddening need to eliminate every inch of negative space separating you from himself. He groans into your mouth from his own frustration- kissing you only added fuel to the fire of need rapidly consuming him; it did naught to quell it.

Cedric's hands slide up the sides of your arms, the rough texture of his gloves sending shivers up your exposed flesh. You sigh, parting your lips and Cedric followed, his tongue joining yours. Sparks of arousal flickered deep in your belly from the contact, breathing in his herbal scent and tasting him through the exchange of more open mouthed, passionate kisses. Wrapping your arm around his neck, your hand buried itself into his scalp, tugging the hair gently to further tease the sorcerer.

Cedric shifts his weight on top of you, engulfing you with his lithe frame. A few breathy hums of need come from his throat, edged on by your fingers roaming in his hair and trailing down his neck. The sound of it couldn't help but make your heart race, as well as turn you on even further. Cedric returns the gesture by finding your pulse beneath his lips, kissing down the hollow of your neck and leaving love bites that got rougher and more desperate the lower he went.

"Cedric..." You whined, feeling that familiar ache for more starting to blur your thoughts together.

[knoepfl]

The Magic of Trust

Characters:

Cedric: The Royal Sorcerer of Enchancia, deeply frustrated and filled with self-doubt but learning to accept himself.

Elara: Cedric’s supportive girlfriend, full of warmth and understanding, who shows him the power of love and acceptance.

Trigger Warnings: none

Masterlist

Words: 1312

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The sun hung low in the sky over Enchancia, casting a warm glow over the castle gardens. The vibrant flowers swayed gently in the breeze, creating a perfect backdrop for the special moment Cedric had planned. Today was the day he would impress his girlfriend, a bright and adventurous girl named Elara, with a magic trick he had been practicing for weeks.

Cedric stood nervously behind a large, ornate tree, fidgeting with his cape. He had never been in a relationship before, and the pressure to impress Elara was weighing heavily on him. He had always been the bumbling Royal Sorcerer, more often than not messing up his spells. But this time, he was determined to show her that he could be more than just a comical figure in the background.

“Cedric?” Elara’s voice called out, a melodic sound that made his heart race. She stepped into the clearing, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Her long hair framed her face beautifully, and she wore a simple yet elegant dress that accentuated her graceful figure.

“Hello, Elara!” Cedric managed, forcing a smile despite the nerves bubbling in his stomach. “I, um, have something special to show you today.”

Her eyes widened with excitement. “Really? I can’t wait to see it!”

Cedric took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He waved his wand, summoning a few colorful flowers to float in the air. “Behold! The wonders of magic!”

The flowers danced around them for a moment before fluttering down gracefully. Elara clapped her hands in delight, her laughter ringing out like music. “That’s amazing, Cedric! You’re so talented!”

Her praise fueled his confidence, but as he prepared for the next trick, doubt crept in. He hesitated, feeling the weight of expectation settle heavily on his shoulders. What if I mess this up? The thought gnawed at him, twisting his stomach into knots. Still, he pushed it aside, determined to show her that he was worthy of her affection.

“Thank you! But wait, there’s more!” He thought of the spell he had been practicing—one to create a small, shimmering orb of light. He envisioned it perfectly in his mind, picturing how it would impress her.

With a flourish, Cedric waved his wand, focusing all his energy. “Lumos!” he exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face.

But instead of a beautiful orb of light, a massive explosion of colorful sparks erupted, filling the air with a chaotic array of colors. The unexpected blast sent him stumbling back, landing on his rear with a thud.

Elara gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she raised her hands to shield herself from the dazzling display. The sparks fizzled out, leaving a lingering smell of burnt magic in the air. “Cedric!” she exclaimed, rushing to his side. “Are you okay?”

Cedric’s face flushed with embarrassment as he looked up at her, his heart sinking. “I-I’m fine,” he stammered, though the shame was palpable in his voice. “I just… wanted to show you something impressive.”

His shoulders slumped, and a wave of frustration washed over him. “Why can’t I get this right?” he muttered, almost to himself. “I’m supposed to be a sorcerer, and yet here I am, making a fool of myself in front of the girl I like.”

Elara knelt beside him, concern etched on her face. “That was definitely impressive, just maybe not in the way you intended.” She chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood, but it only deepened his sense of failure.

“Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled, his gaze dropping to the ground. The bright garden around him felt suffocating, each petal a reminder of how he had let her down. “I wanted to show you how good I could be, but I messed it all up. I’m not like Sofia or Baileywick. I’m just… Cedric.”

“Cedric, you’re amazing just the way you are,” Elara reassured him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. But the warmth of her touch only served to amplify his sadness. “You’re kind, funny, and you care about others. That’s what matters most.”

He looked up, his heart heavy with despair. “But I wanted to impress you. I’ve never had a girlfriend before, and I thought this would show you I’m more than just a bumbling sorcerer.” His voice cracked, the weight of his inadequacy settling in.

Tears threatened to spill as Cedric felt the crushing burden of his disappointment. “I just wanted to be someone you could be proud of. Instead, I’m just a failure.”

Elara’s expression softened, her eyes filled with compassion. “You’re not a failure. You’re trying, and that takes courage. Magic isn’t just about tricks; it’s about the heart behind it. And your heart is full of good intentions.”

Cedric felt a lump in his throat, a mix of frustration and sorrow choking him. “I just want to show you I can do something special, but I just keep messing up.”

As he spoke, Cedric felt a weight lift slightly, Elara's unwavering support offering him a glimmer of hope amidst his despair. “You’re so talented, Cedric. I believe in you.”

With a shaky breath, he looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt but finding only kindness. “Do you really mean that?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Absolutely,” she replied softly, her hand still resting on his shoulder. “And I love that you’re willing to try, even if things don’t go as planned.”

His heart swelled at her words, but the sadness lingered, tugging at him like a persistent shadow. Elara’s unwavering presence, however, began to shine a light on his insecurities.

With newfound determination, Cedric concentrated, this time summoning a gentle breeze that playfully tossed Elara’s hair. She laughed, her delight infectious, but Cedric still felt the ache of his earlier disappointment deep within him.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the garden, Cedric looked at Elara, who was now his closest companion and a beacon of joy in his life. “Thank you for being so understanding,” he said softly, his voice wavering. “You make it easy to be me.”

Elara beamed, her smile illuminating the twilight. “And you make it easy to believe in magic, Cedric. Just remember, it’s okay to stumble sometimes. That’s how we learn.”

Feeling the warmth of her gaze, Cedric felt a rush of emotions bubbling to the surface. In that moment, he leaned in closer, his heart racing. “Can I—” he started, but the words caught in his throat.

Before he could finish, Elara closed the distance between them. She leaned in and pressed her lips gently against his, a soft kiss that sent a wave of warmth flooding through him. Time seemed to stand still as they shared their first kiss, a tender moment filled with promise and understanding.

Cedric’s heart soared, all his fears momentarily forgotten as he melted into the kiss. It was as if the world around them faded away, leaving only the magic they had created together. When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Cedric looked deep into Elara’s eyes.

“I… wow,” he stammered, a smile breaking across his face. “That was… amazing.”

Elara blushed, her cheeks a rosy pink. “I thought it was pretty magical too.”

A genuine smile spread across Cedric’s face, warmth flooding through him. For the first time, he felt like he had truly shared a piece of himself. “Thank you for believing in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself.”

“I’ll always believe in you, Cedric,” she replied, her eyes shining with affection.

As they stood together, hand in hand, Cedric felt the weight of his insecurities begin to lift. Maybe he wasn’t perfect, but with Elara by his side, he didn’t have to be. The true magic, he realized, was in the connection they shared, built on trust, understanding, and the courage to be vulnerable.

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[punkyflesh]

cedric the sorcerer be doing WAY too much sometimes . Babygirl have a nap. Have a rest.

[multifamdomfan]

Cedric the Great's daughter; Celine

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[jester-lover]

Currently working on a Cedric the Sorcerer fic which is probably the most complicated one-shot I’ve written, um, stay tuned?

[icrypop]

I would like to add onto this-

Explaining plans to do evil things to his birdie... THE EYES???? 9/10

Learning a Lil something new I guess, ain't he just a cutie tho?? 8.5/10

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't, would you?" Face??? MMMMM Yes. 7.9999999999/10

He is serving sass. That's it. Broad, confident, SASS. 10/10 all the way

🫠🫶

I highkey need cedric photos and memes in my life rn por favor 🥺❤️

Memes? They will come shortly. Photos? I’ll show you some of my select favourites!! 

First we have the sneaky whisper™ which is an easy 10/10 for me. Look at the side lean, the raise of his eyebrow and that SMIRK THAT SIDE SMIRK THE LITTLE CURL IN HIS LIPS OH MY GOD. 

this one’s a gif but absolute nerds who pretend to know what they’re talking about when they actually don’t but having the utmost confidence with a stupid grin on their face while doing it will always be my kryptonite 8/10.

...do I need to explain this one? 9/10

Cedric was honestly That Bitch for season 1 and most of season 2 and I loved it 10/10

baby boy.. just... baby <3 11/10

[moncey-imagines]

Hi there! Not sure if you still need Cedric requests, but I'm literally aching for a Cedric x fem reader fic where Cedric is having a bad day because he feels self conscious about his white bangs (cuz yk trauma tings) and reader promptly gives him comfort? And the interaction is more romantically inclined and there's a kissy kiss in there somewhere? Thank you! :)

IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG BUT IT'LL BE OUT SOON!!! IM GONNA UPLOAD IT ONCE I CAN MAKE THE POST LOOK ALL NICE ON MY COMPUTER HEHEHEH!!!!!

[promenadewithme]

Glorious

a/n: I'm so sad that I accidentally lost the request for this! Long story short, I posted the unfinished story instead of saving it to my drafts, so I deleted it. It's been too long since I last posted and I promise I'll try to do so more often!! Also, this is my first time writing smut, so sorry if it's terrible!

Request: Cedric smut after quidditch practice

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Female! Reader

Warnings: smut (obviously), switch! Cedric (mostly sub), switch! Reader (mostly dom), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!!), edging, orgasm denial, friends cockblocking ced (poor baby), dirty talk, slight breeding kink, praise and degradation.

Word count: I have no idea, but A LOT. More than I expected, to be honest. I want to say 4k of smut? (Don't come at me, I'm horny)

If you like this, reblog or (if you can and want to) buy me a coffee!

Glorious.

That was the word that came to mind as the one and only Cedric Diggory flew after the snitch. Autumn had just begun but summer has left its heat. And that left Cedric shirtless during training.

He was far away from where you sat, but his lean muscles glowed under the sun, leaving goosebumps on your skin despite the heatwave.

With or without a shirt, seeing your boyfriend train was a huge turn-on. His brows furrowed in concentration, his muscles straining to stay balanced on the broom, his agility and keen eye, the competitiveness of it all.

Of course, in the end, it was just a bunch if people playing with balls of all shapes and sizes. You were particularly a big fan of fondling in the bedroom, so why not cheer your boyfriend on while he did the same?

'Ok, maybe not the same. But we can't all be athletic.' You thought, just as Cedric laid eyes on the snitch.

"Come on, Ced!" You cheered, jumping up and down in the stands along with some of the other player's significant others and Hufflepuff supporters.

He flew quicker by the second, reaching out into the clouds. The golden ball was fast, but Cedric was faster. Soon enough, he caught the snitch and both teams went wild for their seeker.

Even though it was just a practice game, you cheered and jumped. Cedric caught your eyes from the other side of the field and flew toward you.

Every game he did the same thing, it became your tradition. The moment he caught the snitch, he flew your way for a celebratory kiss before touching the ground to cheer with his teammates.

"Hello, darling" he said with a huge grin before connecting his lips with yours.

Cedric deepened the kiss, urging you to part your lips with a brush of his tongue. You felt the saltiness as you swiped your own against his lips, but you didn't mind.

His warm tongue connected with yours a second later, causing a tingling sensation between your legs.

Cedric pulled away entirely too quickly, leaving you closed-eyed and chasing his lips. With a cocky grin and a wink, he flew down to where his team had already started removing their gear.

He would definitely pay for his teasing later. For now, you hiked your skirt a bit higher and went to meet him beside the locker rooms.

The two of you locked eyes and you made sure to sway your hips a bit more. His gaze scanned your body hungrily.

Due to the warm weather, you had removed your socks and tie, as well as opened your shirt. It hadn't been on purpose, but you were glad you did. If looks could kill, you'd be splayed and torn apart on Cedric's dick. Your thighs squeezed together in anticipation.

"(y/n)! Wait!" Exclaimed Luna, trotting down the bleachers.

You cursed under your breath and Cedric laughed before going into the changing rooms.

You loved Luna, she was one of your closest friends, but reading the room was definitely not one of her strong suits.

"Hi" she sighed, going in for a tight hug.

"Hey, Luna" you hugged her back just as tightly.

"Would you like to study potions later? I could use your help"

"Sure." You answered, starting down the stairs again, Luna trailing beside you "Lake or library?"

"Oh, library. The lake has too many distractions, I have to stay focused this time."

"Alright, after Snape’s class?"

"Yes, that will work perfectly." She nodded, wrote it down on her hand and turned to leave before glancing back with a smirk "have a nice time with Cedric, but do try not to get caught."

You stood there gobsmacked.

Purposely cockblocked by Luna Lovegood.

You laughed before heading towards the locker room.

Two players headed out, waving your way, as you leaned against the wall opposite of where Cedric was.

Fifteen more minutes went by and three players had left. You crossed your arms and sighed.

'What in Merlin's name is taking so long?' You asked yourself, patience growing thinner by the minute.

When your watch marked twenty-five minutes since the players went in, the 6th player left and Cedric was still nowhere to be found.

You decided to wait five more minutes.

'You're just being impatient. Calm the hell down, (y/n)' you told yourself, taking a deep breath.

But 30 minutes was too much. Not for you, but for Cedric. He bathes like there's a ticking time bomb in the showers.

'Is he hurt?' The thought crossed your mind and your feet lead you inside.

The air was humid and hot around you.

"Cedric?" You whisper-yelled "I swear to Merlin, if you're dead in here, I'll kill you."

A groan made you stop in your tracks.

"Cedric?" You called out, moving towards the deep breathing.

Rounding the corner, you found a sight picked straight out of your dirtiest maladaptive daydreams.

Your boyfriend was naked and wet. Cedric's left hand tried to grip the wall, beads of water trailing down his tense biceps and lower. It flowed down his torso and lower even, to where his right hand held a tight grip around his cock, pumping up and down in a slow and sensual pace.

"Took you long enough" he said, a smirk on his face.

Striding towards him, you smirked right back. Removing your uniform and shoes, then, ever so slowly, your underwear. A groaning Cedric quickened his pace at the sight of you.

You entered the shower, closing the water, as Cedric released his dick and grabbed your waist, pulling you into him.

He went straight for your lips, just as slow and sensual as his former pace.

Your hands went separate ways. One towards his hair, that pulled the short strands back to break the kiss. The other wrapped around his arousal, stroking till the tip.

The mixture of both sensations had Cedric moaning your name fervently.

"Who said you could start without me?" You whispered in his ear.

"Didn't mean to, didn't think you'd take this long to come find me" he replied, kissing your neck right where he knew your knees would go weak.

"You'll still have to pay for your hastiness."

"You know I love your punishments, darling" he grins and catches your lips in a passionate kiss. Tongues circling, teeth clashing and bodies drawing impossibly closer.

Your hand started stroking his swollen flesh again, drawling low and soft moans from his lips.

"I know, love." You soothed, but your hand only moved faster, your grip tighter.

A string of curses escaped his lips.

"(y/n)" he whimpered.

"You're so close, aren't you?" You cooed.

"So close, so close" he answered frantically.

"Not quite yet, I can't let you off the hook that easily." You said, halting your movements.

He let out a dissapointed groan.

"Don't be ungrateful, darling." You teased, "You'll come soon enough"

A bead of pre-cum leaked from his tip. You gathered it in your thumb and brought it to your lips, sucking the saltiness seductively.

Cedric's pupils were blown wide and an almost primal look took over his features.

You grabbed his neck and kissed him with everything you had, doing all the things you knew would drive him wild, then pulled away. He was left closed eyed, chasing your lips.

But you hadn't had all your fun yet. With a grin on your face, you turned around and headed towards your clothes.

"Darling?" he asked.

You ignored him, putting on your shirt and probably missing a few buttons in the process. You saw Cedric grab his towel, a confused look on his face. You put on your skirt and threw your lace underwear his way. He grabbed them with slightly wide eyes.

"I'd get ready quickly if I were you. If I wait too long for you, I might start by myself." with a wink, you left a bungling Cedric hurriedly drying himself.

You let out a low giggle while strutting out the locker rooms. You were leaving the field when Cedric caught up with you, shirt half open, your lace panties between his teeth, and still buttoning up his pants.

You stifled a giggle at the sight and walked faster. He tripped, but managed to catch himself.

Before long, he was fully dressed and walking fast beside you, glancing your way every few seconds with a giddy smile on his face.

That is, until Harry Potter started calling after him.

His eyes widened slightly, he grabbed your arm and said "Don't you dare stop walking"

With a playful smile on your face, you released your arm from his grip and turned towards the griffindor.

"Hello, Harry!" You smiled widely, mosty because of the impatient look on Cedric's face.

"Hey, (y/n)," he turned towards your boyfriend "Cedric, can I talk to you for a second?" the boy looked at you for a split second before returning his gaze to Cedric "Alone."

"Actually, we-"

"Of course! Take your time, Harry!" You answered, overly amiable.

As you started walking away, Cedric grabbed your arm again.

"(y/n)'s not feeling very well, I have to take care of her. Can we do this another time?"

"Oh, nonsense! You know I can take care of myself." You said, untangling yourself from him, "Besides, I feel much better now. I might even -"

Your words were cut off as Cedric pulled you against his chest.

"I'm sure (y/n) won't tell a soul, there's nothing you can say to me that you can't say to her."

Harry reluctantly started saying something about some girl. Maybe Cho? Ginny? You had no idea. You were too busy feeling Cedric's hard cock against your backside, his hands pressing at your stomach to hold you as close as possible.

You looked up at him and he had a smug look on his face. He knew what he was doing.

His lips were moving, but all you could thing about was his dick inside you, pounding over and over again until your whole body shook.

"What do you think, (y/n)?"

Your name pulls you back from your lustful state and you realise the words came from Harry. He looked doubtful and insecure. You understood him, you'd been in a similar situation after all. Who never has? Pining after someone and not knowing if they'll ever want you back? Too shy and insecure to do anything about it? It was a universal experience.

"I think that I never would have told Cedric about my feelings if he didn't make the first move. I never would have told him how I felt and we wouldn't be together now." You held Cedric's hands on your stomach and smiled at the memory of him first coming to speak with you.

"I think that you will never know how she feels if you never ask. Life is about taking risks. Sometimes it doesn't work out, but that only means that person wasn't the one for you. You are remarkable, Harry Potter. If anyone does not want you it's their loss, not yours. And if they do want you, they'll be extremely lucky to have you."

The boy was blushing by the end of your speech and Cedric smiled down at you.

"D'you really think so?" he asked, but a smile pulled at his lips.

"I do." you answered sincerely.

"Ok, Potter, cheers mate. We gotta go." Cedric said, taking your hand, not waiting for a reply before jogging through the halls, dragging you along with him.

Your laughter echoed through the halls and your stomach clenched in anticipation. Cedric lead you down the stairs and past the kitchens, his face no longer humorous.

He tapped the rhythm to "Helga Hufflepuff" on the right barrel and immediately pushed through, pulling you along with him. You both made your way to his dorm, thanking Merlin once again that prefects have individual rooms.

The click of the lock closing resonated through the room and the only noise left was your heavy breathing as you gazed as one another.

You made the first move, slowly unbuttoning your shirt and leaving it to fall on the floor. Cedric watched, unmoving, as you unzipped your skirt and let it fall as well.

You leaned against the door and he looked at you with a predatory gaze, but you both knew who was in charge.

"Kneel." you commanded and Cedric immediately obeyed, falling to his knees in front of you, holding the back of your thighs.

"Did I say you could touch me?" you asked, raking your hands through his hair.

He removed his hands from you, but begged "I need you so much, please. Can I make you come?" his pupils were blown wide, his brows furrowed, and his erection pressing against his pants.

"Only because you asked so nicely" you answered sweetly and Cedric sighed, his head falling to your mound.

His hands massaged your buttocks as he gave you kisses so close yet so far to where you needed him most.

"Now," you breathed "you are going to give me head and make me cum. Can you do that, baby?"

"Please," he whimpered, kissing your mound, "wanna taste you so bad, darling."

"Go ahead, Ced."

He immediately complied, hiking your right leg over his shoulder and licking from your entrance to your clit. You gasped, steadying yourself against the wall and he moaned against you.

"Always taste so good, my love."

Cedric licked and sucked like a starved man, tearing moan after moan from you.

"Cedric" you whimpered, gripping his hair to bring him closer or push him away. You didn't even know anymore.

He swirled his tongue around your clit before lowering his mouth to your entrance again and plunging his tongue inside. Your groan was loud enough for anyone in the hufflepuff common room and adjacent to hear as he fucked you slowly with his tongue.

"Just like that, baby."

He complied, keeping the same rhythm. In and out, in and out.

Your walls started clenching and warmth spread across your lower stomach, but it still wasn't enough.

"I need more." you said, looking down at him.

Like a good boy, he started stroking your clit with his thumb and worked his tongue faster.

Like that wasn't enough, he looked up at you and just the sight of him on his knees for you, with disheveled hair, eating you out while his spare hand stroked his cock would have brought on your first orgasm.

Your body shook and your knees gave out, but Cedric still held you and kept using his tongue to help you ride out your high.

When it was too much, you pulled his head away from your core by his hair.

"You were so good, my love." You caressed his face "Until you started touching yourself."

"I wasn't going to make myself come, I swear." He stood up "I just wanted to feel good."

"I'll make you feel good, baby." you dragged your finger and nails down his torso, leaving goosebumps as you told him to lie down on the bed.

"Finish taking your clothes off," you said, looking around "I want you naked when I get on that bed."

Finding what you were looking for, you crawled over your boyfriend's body and sat down on top of his erection. The direct contact with your heat made him swear.

You put his arms above his head and bound his wrists to the headboard with your house's tie.

"Please, I swear I won't touch myself." he pulled at the tie "I just wanna touch you, darling."

"Oh, I can't let you do that." you propped your hands on his chest and started a tortuously slow drag of your hips up and down his length, "You've been misbehaving a lot this afternoon. You only get to touch me when you've been a good boy."

"I'll be a good boy, I promise." he whimpered.

"We'll see about that." you answered, grinding a bit faster against him.

His hands were white from pulling at the tie, his breathing laboured and his hips shaking with restraint.

You leaned forward, your breasts falling to his face, "Suck on them."

He leaned towards them and captured your left nipple with his mouth. His nibbling and sucking tore moans from you and made you fasten your pace on his cock.

"Gonna come soon." he managed before turning his attention to your right nipple.

You took his jaw in your hand and kissed him passionately before resting your forehead against his.

His cock started twitching beneath you and Merlin if it didn't bring you an instant from your second orgasm, but you pulled away all at once.

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes and his dick kept spasming, his hips bulking.

Cedric whimpered.

"I know, I know." you cooed "You're doing so good, but I'm not done punishing you just yet."

You connected your lips one last time before making your way to the foot of the bed, caressing his leg as you walked. The growing wetness and incessant pulse between your thighs made you clench them.

"You did so good at training today, Ced." you praised him, "And you looked so handsome, too."

You got on the bed once more, between his legs this time, and he looked down at you.

"Wanted your pretty cock in my mouth the whole time."

He moaned as you started stroking his length, a bead of pre-cum falling onto your hand.

"Please, I want to be inside you." he begged, thrusting into your hand.

"Soon enough, my love." you answered kissing his tip, earning you a hiss "Have patience."

Your mouth watered as you looked at his engorged member, hard against his abs. All flustered cheeks, glistening skin, and shallow breaths, Cedric awaited your next move.

"Glorious." You breathed to yourself, but the seeker flushed even more from the praise.

Your eyes went back to his cock and the vein on the underside was your first target. You heard his moan as you licked him from base to tip, then took him inside your mouth all at once.

His hips bulked and his head hit the back of your throat, making you gag. Your pulse quickened everywhere.

Bobbing your head up and down, sucking harder at the head, you pushed Cedric closer to the edge.

He moaned your name like a prayer, over and over, and you kept up your pace even as tears fell from your eyes and drool spread down your chin.

"Touch my balls." He gasped and you complied, smiling around him.

You cupped and massaged his scrotum, already heavy with cum and you imagined all that inside of you. Moaning at the thought, you gave Cedric one last suck before getting up on your knees to untie him.

His hands flew to your hips and his lips to yours.

"You had your fun, darling, now it's my turn." he said, voice deep and eyes dark. His pupils were so dilated you could barely see the usual grey.

Holding your body to his, he flipped the both of you and looked down at you with one arm holding his weight beside your body, the other hand softly grazing your body.

"Hello, gorgeous." he smiled, diving to kiss you.

You kissed him back, tongues caressing each other and hands roaming.

Two fingers slid from your entrance to your clit and you shuddered.

"So wet for me, aren't you?" he took his digits to his lips and sucked them clean, you bit your bottom lip to contain a moan.

The sight alone could have made you cum.

"I need you to use your words, darling. I'm going to fuck you into the mattress right now, alright?" he said, caressing your face.

The contrast between his words and his tenderness had you squirming "Please." was all you could manage.

Taking his swollen cock, he teased you, dragging the head up and down your slit then circling your clit.

"Hurry!" you whined and he immediately obliged, completely sheathing his cock in your entrance.

Both gasping, your walls clenched around him and Cedric steadied himself against the bed.

Your mingling breaths evened out a bit before Cedric slowly pulled out until the tip and rutted back in again.

One of your hands shot up to hold his biceps while the other splayed against his back.

His length hit deep, hard and slow, making you dizzy.

He moaned your name in your ear, hair brushing the side of your face. Your legs made their way around his waist, letting him hit even deeper and you clenched harder around him.

"Fuck, darling." he groaned, quickening his pace "Need you to come for me, can you do that?"

His every thrust lead you to your second orgasm. How deep he hit, the moans and grunts he let out, how every plunge of his hips rubbed against you clit, the look he had in his eyes.

Every one of your muscles clenched and shook, Cedric moaned, and you let out a cry as blinding pleasure exploded through your body.

Even as you came down from your high, the thrusts didn't stop. If anything, they were harder and faster.

Cedric pulled out and turned you over, bringing your ass towards him. He plunged himself in again and continued his thrusts just as deep and fast as before.

You bit the pillow as he gave your ass a smack, but he still heard your low groan.

"You like that, don't you?" he spanked you again, a bit harder this time, and you cried out "My pretty little cock slut."

You moaned incoherently as he hit just the right spot over and over.

"Gonna come inside you, darling." he grunted.

Grabbing one of his hands placed on your hips, you looked back at him and, as always, the sight was glorious.

Cedric could have been sculpted by the gods themselves, with a layer of sweat that made his skin glow, veins and lean muscles bulging, and sexual prowess you were sure no human should have been made to have.

Interlacing your fingers, he looked into your eyes then shot his head up and his thrusts became sloppier. His dick started swelling inside you and you moaned. He was close and so were you.

"Fill me up, Ced. Wanna be so full of you." was the last thing you managed to say before your walls clenched tightly around him and you let out a silent scream.

Cedric poured out a string of curses and gave one final deep thrust before you felt his release coat your walls. Breathing laboured and bodies exhausted, he fell to his side and brought your body with him.

"You did so good, baby." he praised, kissing your hair, then asked sweetly "Do you need anything? Water, a bath?"

You turned around and curled into him "Just you."

He smiled and kissed your forehead "You'll always have me."

"I love you." you murmured into his chest.

Cedric's heart swelled in his chest and he said "I love you." but you were already asleep.

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A Mark of a Memory

Cedric x GN! Reader

I HC Cedric to have a back tattoo of Wormwood- .....Like...Genuinely love the thought of it so here's the inspiration. I could not find the artist so if you know them PLEASE TELL ME BC THE ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL ♡

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The soft glow of candlelight flickered around Cedric’s chamber, casting long shadows across the room. The air was warm, comfortable, filled with the faint scent of aged parchment and brewing potions. Y/N lay sprawled across Cedric’s plush bed, book in hand, idly flipping through pages while awaiting his return from a long day of assisting King Roland.

Cedric sighed, pulling off his robe with practiced ease, the heavy fabric slipping from his shoulders. Y/N glanced up just as he let his vest and button-up fall next, revealing his bare back. Their breath hitched.

There, inked across his pale skin, was an intricate tattoo—a circle of ancient spell symbols wrapping around the center of his back. And within it, a raven, wings spread wide, as though mid-flight.

Y/N sat up, setting the book aside. “Cedric…” Their voice was quiet, reverent, as if afraid to disturb the moment.

Cedric stiffened slightly, a faint shiver running down his spine. “W-what?” He glanced over his shoulder, cheeks already flushing.

Moving closer, Y/N let their fingers lightly trace one of the symbols, marveling at the precision of the design. “I never knew you had a tattoo,” they murmured, letting their fingertips drift toward the raven. The detail was stunning, each feather etched with such care that it almost looked alive.

Cedric swallowed hard, his muscles tensing beneath their touch. “It’s—It’s not exactly something I flaunt,” he stammered, his voice catching as Y/N’s fingertips ghosted over the raven’s wing. “It’s… a remembrance. For Wormwood.”

Y/N’s expression softened. They knew the history between Cedric and his former familiar—how Wormwood had once been his trusted companion before betraying him. To carry that memory so permanently on his skin… it spoke volumes.

Cedric gasped softly as Y/N traced along the edge of the raven, barely suppressing a shudder. “You’re—ah—making this rather difficult,” he muttered, his ears burning.

Y/N chuckled. “Difficult?”

He turned slightly, shooting them a look that was meant to be annoyed but came off more flustered. “I—It tickles,” he admitted, voice laced with something shy, something vulnerable.

Y/N smirked and tugged him toward the bed, guiding him gently until he was laying across their lap, arms folded beneath his chin. “Then let’s make it worse,” they teased, resuming their slow, feather-light tracing.

Cedric groaned into the sheets, but he didn’t protest. His breath hitched when Y/N’s fingers followed the curve of his shoulder blades, dipped along the runic circle, then glided down the spine of the raven. His body melted into their touch, tension unraveling with every lazy caress.

“You’re enjoying this,” Y/N observed, voice full of amusement.

Cedric huffed, though his tone lacked any real annoyance. “I will neither confirm nor deny.”

Y/N grinned, leaning down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Good. Because I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

Cedric let out a quiet, contented sigh, completely at their mercy. Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind.

[bettathanyou]

I'm really new to the fandom (I got in it because I am absolutely in love with this wet-cat of a man, Cedric) but I already have the head canon that Cedric thinks he's (romantically) unlovable. It just doesn't compute in his brain that someone could have such feelings about him. Sure, he can be liked and admired but never loved. (Probably due to his traumas)

Can you write a little thing about Y/N being not very subtle about their feelings but Cedric just doesn't get it. Sofia tries to even be a little match-maker!

Sofia: I think Y/N has a crush on you! :D Cedric: You should know better than to lie.

Take A Hint: Y/N x Cedric The Sorcerer, Having A Crush!

"Cedric!"

Your voice carried through the breeze of the garden, the trees rustling softly alongside your hair being tousled by the wind. It was another fair weather, perfectly sunny day in Enchancia; right now, though, all you cared about was centered on the sorcerer in plum stained robes.

He was grumbling to himself, oblivious to your approach.

"Cedric...!"

You called out louder, your pace subconsciously picking up as you approached Cedric. Upon your second greeting, the man visibly flinched, clearly snapped out of whatever daze he was in before.

Cedric quickly turned his head towards you standing there, his mahogany irises lighting up in recognition and warmth. The man's lanky body was still half bent over the lavender bush in front of him, with silvery grey bangs hung slightly in his eyes.

You beam Cedric a giddy smile, feeling your heart race by just seeing those caramel eyes fixed on you. What made your stomach flip, though, was seeing the sweet and shy smile creep along the sorcerer's cheeks to return your own smile.

In a last minute decision, you decide to be bold; because, well- you tried being subtle for weeks about your feelings! You had hoped for all the small touches, winks from catching eye contact, and compliments that the sorcerer would've noticed by now.

However, Cedric wasn't getting it; you were going to go mad at this rate, if this slow burn got any damn slower.

Your fingers gently brush a lock of thick, silky silver out of Cedric's eye. You see the man freeze from contact, clearly not expecting such close proximity. Cedric swallows, hard, holding his breath and hoping you couldn't hear his heart slamming against his chest.

His eyes stay fixed on you, as you adjust his bangs without a word- and you certainly weren't complaining. Cedric's eyes were already a lovely light brown color on their own, but in the bright summer sun they shined like pools of molten gold, the kind any noble or king would envy.

He was beautiful, and the glow in your cheeks damned you to how much you liked him.

As you pull your hand away, your fingertips brush against his cheek. It was like a match being struck against the grain, setting Cedric's skin ablaze with a red hue.

You giggle slightly, biting your tongue trying not to embarrass him further.

"... Your bangs are starting to get longer, Cedric." You commented with a smirk, unabashedly checking him out.

"It's- Uh, well- I..." The sorcerer fumbles with his words, then his hands with a nervous tick.

"I like it, you know."

I like you, too. You thought to yourself, the words almost tumbling out of your throat alongside it.

Cedric laughs awkwardly, clearly unsure how else to take your compliment other than a small, "Thank you, dear."

Wait.

"...Dear?"

You cock your head to the side, a Cheshire grin spreading across your face.

Cedric raises his brows in equal parts surprise and distress, as if he didn't even know what came out of his mouth. He scrambles to say something, but you don't give him the opportunity to apologize or try to take back what he said.

"I think I like that, too~"

You confess with a soft chuckle, breaking eye contact as your own bashfulness begins to catch up to you. You rub your arm a little self consciously, to soothe your nerves before glancing back at the sorcerer.

Cedric inwardly flinches from your eyes catching his own again. He didn't understand why you were so nice, and friendly, and happy to be around someone like him, but. It felt... Good- and nerve-wracking.

Definitely nerve-wracking.

It was like your presence alone made every nerve ending in his body be set on fire, and he wasn't exactly sure why. But the stinging glow of his cheeks, raised body temperature, and sudden loss for words due to a curious kind of brain fog that only happens around you...

Cedric shakes his head, blinking quickly to regain his focus. He didn't know how long he was staring for, and frankly the sorcerer didn't want to think about it. He stutters out a response, clearing his throat.

"Well, if you're al-alright with t-that, I can address you as s-uch." The sorcerer speaks in a neutral tone, but with a slight raise to his voice as if he was asking for permission.

You bite your tongue to barely conceal a squeal of happiness.

"That's fine..." You drawled out, but then quickly added, "Can call you dear, too?"

Cedric glances away, tugging on his muted yellow ochre tie. His initial response was to ask "why?" , because he wasn't sure why you would use such a term of endearment, for someone like himself.

But then, he also knew if he asked you why, then he would have to answer your following question, which is usually,

"well, why not?"

"...I suppose that's only fair; alright then."

Cedric nods, straightening up and smoothing down the front of his robe. He clears his throat again, taking in a deep breath.

"So, what did you need from me... D-dear?" Cedric chuckles nervously to himself, suddenly feeling very aware of everything and especially you, staring at him and making his heart race uncontrollably.

You huff in amusement, lips curled into a small smile.

"I just wanted to spend my break in the garden, really. Then, I saw you! So I wanted to say hi and chat- if you're not too busy...?"

You glanced over to the lavender bush Cedric was studying before you interrupted. It seemed like nothing was picked just yet, and suddenly you feel nervous about distracting Cedric from his work. You know the tight schedule he can have, over the course of getting to know him between his running around doing things for Roland or the royal children.

You go to open your mouth to apologize, but before a word can leave your lips Cedric is already speaking.

"No...! No, not at all, (y/n). I-I mean, yes, I am busy, but I meant-..." Cedric scratches the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly as he trails off.

Your heart flutters, whether it's from his smile or your own anxiety, you weren't sure.

"...Yes, my dear?" You offer with a smile, rocking on your heels for emphasis.

Cedric chuckles softly at that, his shoulders relaxing as he laughs. You can only smile wider in return, a loss for words at how every mannerism of his makes you come undone at the seams.

"I will always have time for you, (y/n)."

Cedric speaks with a soft, but confident voice, nodding to you. You blink, not expecting such a drastic shift of attitude from the sorcerer.

"Ri-right...!" You replied, voice shaking slightly. Now, it seems it was your turn to be flustered beyond coherent thought.

You both continue to chit chat about things happening currently in the castle, as well as get to listen to Cedric explain what he's using the lavender he's harvesting for; unsurprisingly, it's for a potion.

To be honest, you couldn't really focus on what he was saying entirely, because of Cedric's tendency to (cutely) ramble about magic things. But you didn't care in the slightest; the shimmer in his eyes as he speaks with passion about things he loves, is all that you need to see.

Afterwards, you sadly tell Cedric you have to get back to work, but then ask really quick if you can stop by his workshop later to see the potion he's making in action. He agrees, almost too quickly, which leaves you with a smile that lasts all day.

"I'll see you then, dear!" You call out, waving your hand in goodbye.

Cedric waves back, not realizing the smile on his own face.

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"Mr. Cedric!" Sofia barks out excitedly, already running over to the tall man.

Cedric yells in surprise, nearly jumping out of his skin from the sudden appearance of his apprentice and friend.

"Princess...! Merlin's mushrooms, child, you scared me half to death!" Cedric chided her with a huff, pushing back his bangs.

"Sorry...!" The young girl peeks up from her auburn curls, flashing Cedric an apologetic smile.

After a beat, Cedric relents, sighing in resignation.

"It's quite alright. Did you get everything on the list I gave you?"

"Yup! All accounted for!"

Sofia displays her basket of herbs and flowers proudly with a bright, cheery smile.

Cedric hums in approval, quickly looking over everything to make sure it's correct.

After a moment, he nods, patting Sofia's head in praise.

"Excellent work, my dear."

Sofia chuckled warmly. "Thanks, Mr. Cedric."

As they brought in the ingredients for the potion, Sofia eyed the man with a mischievous smile.

"So... You're gonna show (y/n) the potion too, right Mr. Cedric?"

Cedric paused for a moment, looking down at the girl. She wore a smile he knew all too well meant trouble, and he didn't like it.

"You know better than to eavesdrop, Princess."

"I wasn't...! I mean, not really! I just couldn't help but overhear while picking the flowers!"

Sofia grabbed a daffodil for emphasis, holding it up to the sorcerer like it was indisputable evidence.

Cedric scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully as he waved her off.

"Yes, yes, I understand what you mean, Sofia."

As they continue down the hall, about to turn the corner into Cedric's tower staircase, Sofia speaks again.

"You know, Mr. Cedric, (y/n) seems to really like you. Do you think... She might..." The girl wanders off, biting her lip and smiling.

"She might what?" Cedric prompts her with a concerned tone, his hands turning clammy as the silence fills the space around them.

"...You know! likes, likes you?" Sofia giggles, eyeing Cedric with another smile.

Cedric huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. The idea makes his cheeks flare a bright red at the thought, even if the idea was absurd to begin with. After all, it's you. You're too beautiful, too kind, too interesting, too- too you, to even consider a bumbler like himself.

"It's rude to gossip, Sofia. You ought to know better." Cedric scowled, giving the girl a pointed look with a raised brow.

"I'm just saying...!" Sofia replied in a sing song voice, shrugging.

Now-," Cedric turns to her, pulling out his wand. With a flick of the wrist, the basket disappeared, teleported back to the cluttered table of his workshop beyond the door.

"As much as I appreciate your hard work today, I'm afraid I have to do the rest alone." Cedric speaks with a firmer, but still kind tone.

"Well... Alright! I hope everything goes well with your potion, Mr. Cedric!" Sofia waves in goodbye, and the sorcerer smiles and gives her a wave in return. Her purple and pink shirts swish as she turns to bounce down the steps, hearing the familiar creak of Cedric's door about to shut.

Sofia glances back, smiling brightly.

"I hope things go well with you-know-who, too!"

Cedric's heart stops, and he flings the door open to scold the child again. Yet, the only thing on his steps now was empty space, and the echo of Sofia's giddy laugh as she stomps down the staircase.

"...Don't run, Sofia! You're going to fall one of these days!" Cedric yells with the impatient yet caring attitude that Sofia knows and loves.

Though Cedric sighs wearily, he shuts his door with a broad smile on his face, his heart aching in that unfamiliar but welcome way that means he's thinking of you.

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My little Mermaid

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

Draco Malfoy! X Mermaid! Reader

Nudity, mentions of sex

that’s all I think :/ also so shittly written and probably my one and only post. yippie!

You sigh as you stretch in your bed. The soft yellow Hufflepuff blankets tangle around your legs, trapping your body's heat inside.

"Get up Y/N, or you'll be late for breakfast." Your roommate, and best friend, Molly Fiddle exclaims. You turn your head to the side, eyeing her up and down. She was dressed in your house seeker uniform. It was the start of a second term and Molly was lucky enough to be able to join the Quidditch team so late, especially after the death of your dear friend, Cedric Diggory.

You and Cedric had known each other since your first year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and Wizardry. You both did grow a bit distance when he entered his sixth year, you being in forth but it was understandable. He had entered the tri-wizard tournament and needed to focus on the game. That was a year ago, and now, after sometime, you are able to think about him without feeling sad. Yes, his death was tragic, but you were so grateful for all the magnificent times you spent together.

“I’m heading to the Quidditch pitch, practice is early today. You’ll have to eat alone, bye!” Molly smiled sweetly at you, and left the dorms.

As you threw the covers off, you groaned, the familiar itchy sensation hitting you. You bent forward and pulled your pajamas pants up, examining the dry flaky scales that clustered around your ankle.

Going against your better judgement, you let yourself reach down scratch at the shiny scales. Only stopping when you felt a sharp sting and noticed one of your scales had gotten pulled off and was now bleeding.

You pulled out your trunk from under your bed taking out a mirror, some bandages, and the hydration potion your mother made you. Applying some quickly to the scaly area, and to other areas prone to dryness, you quickly wrapped your legs and the back of your hands. You really needed to go for a swim. Before people started to notice.

You supposed the sneaking around was a default for being a mermaid.

A royal, you might add.

Your father was the king of the Atlantic ocean. Your mother on the other hand was a half blood. Your grandfather was a wizard and your grandmother a mermaid. Making you also a half blood. Your mother attended Hogwarts as well, without letting her secret out. The only people who knew it was Dumbledore, as well as Professor McGonagall and some of the other professors. This went for you as well, not even Cedric knew your secret.

Your father was a little sceptical at first, about letting you go to Hogwarts. But your mother convinced him, of course not before making you follow a strict set up rules. One, was to never reveal your self to anyone, or you would have to go straight home.

Two, try to stay away from all bodies of water, which is why your mother made you a potion to get rid of your dry skin. Flaky dry patches of skin that seemed too grey and shiny for any normal human, would occur if you didn’t go in the water for long periods of time, a down side of being half mermaid you supposed.

And three, you were only allowed to shower in the middle of the night, so no one would walk in on you and witness the half fish being in the bath. Your father and mother had even come to Hogwarts to discuss the conditions. Dumbledore was generous enough to let you use the room of requirements for your baths though you only had a limit of 15 minutes. Not even close enough to kill your dried skin.

Recently you’ve been so busy these past months. Professor Snape has been piling up your assignments and you’ve been spending hours every day studying for care of magical creatures. You’ve been failing utterly at that class, (as ironic as that sounds, it’s true) and you never seem to be able to get a moment alone.

To add to the never ending list of things piling up and suffocating you, it seemed that for some odd reason, the golden trio took a liking to you. Hermione insisting you accompany her to the library to study, the Weasley twins always wanting your opinion on their latest pranks and you it seemed as if Harry had taken a liking to you more than a friend. Which you’re not complaining about, Harry was a nice boy, but you did have your eyes set on a certain blonde Slytherin prince.

Draco Malfoy, the beautiful blonde bully. Of course, you never considered him a bully. He was just misunderstood. At first, you hated him. But after running into his father and seeing how he was treated , it all clicked.

You then started to notice all the good things he did. And deep down you could see he really was a good person. People just needed to take a good look at him. To see how he stood up for the first year‘s and helped the third years study.

You saw him call out his friends for disrespecting a Ravenclaw girl one time, and It wasn’t until third year , when both of you had hit puberty and you started to take interest in boys, that your massive crush started. But Draco never even glanced at you, he didn’t even pick on you! He didn’t know you existed, or so you thought.

When you got to the Great Hall, your eyes immediately landed on Draco. Who to your great surprise, was staring right back at you. Your cheeks flushed as you made your way to the Hufflepuff table.

You made it to the end of the table to eat alone, when you heard someone call your name “Y/N, sit with us!” You looked up and saw Hermione waving at you.

You gave her a smile and headed over. “Hey everyone, how are you?” you sat across Harry, next to Ron.

“Terrible! Snape has really been piling on the homework.” Complained Ron . You giggled and pat his back, but were stopped short when Harry gasped clasping your hands.

“ Y/N, what happened?” He asked examining your bandaged hands. You chuckled nervously and pulled away.

“Oh nothing. Mr. fluffy scratched me when I accidentally stepped on his tail last night” you lied to them. You felt bad for blaming your cat, he was nothing but sweet, but what was a girl to do?

“Bloody hell! Again?” Ron asked, looking up from his food. You smiled sheepishly.

“I’m a bit clumsy these days.” You explained.

“Why, is something wrong?” Hermione asked, you shook your head.

“oh no, just like Ron said. Snape is driving us crazy with all the homework.”

They all nodded and Harry squeezed your hand, giving you a reassuring smile before glaring at something over your shoulder. “What is Malfoy staring at?” he hissed.

You looked over your shoulder and gazed towards the Slytherin table, when you made eye contact with Draco. He smirked and looked away, turning towards Pansy who seemed to be talking his ear off.

“Just ignore him,” Hermione said , making you turn back around. “Come on, or we’ll be late for class.”

The four of you walked out together, Harry’s hand lingering on your lower back.

That night you woke up from your deep slumber by a burning sensation. You sat up, trying to suppress a whimper, as you saw Molly snore in her sleep. You took a look at the time. 3 am. You looked down at your bare legs, and groaned quietly as you saw the patch of dried scales bleed profusely .

You pressed your palm against your calf, trying to stop the bleeding, but whimpered softly as it just bled more. ‘That’s it,’ you though to yourself as you stood up, making sure not to wake Molly. ‘I need to swim. If dad gets mad I’ll just explain I had to.’

without putting on your shoes or your robe over your silk short nightgown you made your way down to the common room. You first made sure no one was in the common room before carefully moving out of the portrait hole and down to the docks.

The air was cold, and you regretted not putting anything warmer over top of your gown. The cool air did not calm your bloody caves at all, instead it made them tingle and sting more.

Once you were down at the docks, you looked towards the black lake, before taking a deep breath.

During first year and second year you used to always swim in the black lake. Of course, in secret. Your father would not be happy.

100 or so years ago, when your great grandfather was ruling, the mer-people who inhabited the black lake, and the mermaids and merman went to war. Over the years they had decided to live together, of course only after no one won the war.

Unfortunately, recently, your father had said to stay out of the black lake. Apparently, the mer-people have been a bit more salty than usual. Of course, you figured if you stay near the surface and away from the Seaweed jungle where they settled, all should be fine.

So you slipped off your clothing, the cold air nipping at your sensitive dry skin and dived in.

Draco’s POV

I laid in my bed, facing the ceiling, wide awake. Today has been exhausting. Pansy wouldn't shut up about how she wanted me to meet her parents, Snape hadn't got off my back about my three over due essays, Blaise had been sent to the hospital wing with the stomach flu last week, and I had been appointed with taking notes for him. Of course, he complained about how he was dying and not being able to do his assignments. So, I got roped into doing double the work.

But even though today was one of the most hectic days of my week, I couldn’t seem to fall asleep.

I sat up and looked over at my clock. 3 AM. I stood and changed in to my gray sweatpants putting my Slytherin sweatshirt over my vest. I quickly put on a pair of socks and shoes, then head out for a walk.

As I walked further away from the school and closer to the Black Lake, I saw a glimpse of lilac purple turn around the corner hastily. I squint my eyes and jogged forward.

I turned the corner and saw the blur of colour making its way down to the docks. “Y/L/N?” I say under my breath, as the blob of colour morphed into a person. I took a step forward to follow them but stopped.

“What are you doing?” I asked my self. “Why do you even care? It’s not like you’ve had a massive crush on her since fourth year…” I rambled to myself like a crazy person and trailed off, gulping. Who was like kidding? I was totally head over heels for the small, quiet, adorable Hufflepuff.

She was my little puff.

The lack of sleep was getting to me, and I knew this for certain as I made my way down the hill, and hid behind a tree. I wasn’t sure why I was hiding, she was the one out after curfew.

I was about to step out, but stopped in my tracks as my breath hitched in my throat. I couldn't seem to look away from the girl who was actively stepping out of her black silk panties and pushing them to the side. I felt my pants tighten slightly around my crotch as the girl in front of me lowered the straps of her purple night dress and let it drop to the floor, pooling around her ankles.

“Damn…” I croaked out, my eyes scaling her bare backside. It is no secret she was beautiful. Every guy in their right mind at Hogwarts had let their eyes linger a minute longer than they should at least once. I was no exception, neither was that Saint Potter.

I rolled my eyes just thinking about him, but I quickly refocused my mind back on Y/N as she jumped into the lake.

“Y/N!” I cried out. Just now stepping out from behind the tree and making my way quickly down to the edge of the dock. I dropped to my knees, and frantically searched the water with my eyes. is she stupid? Not being able to find her I decide to sit back and wait for her.

I rubbed my face with my hands and groaned as I looked over to my right and spotted her clothes laying in the pile. I reached over and picked up her night dress and neatly folding it.

I never really noticed Y/N until the end of fourth year. I knew her before, just as a girl in a couple of my classes, but never paid any mind to her. I was too busy messing with Potter. But after seeing her outside of school (she had been hanging out at Diagon alley with Cedric while I and my father were attending some business at Borgin and Berks) I started to notice her at school, and in my classes and even tried to get to know her at one point, but she seemed to always follow Diggory around like a lost puppy. It enraged me, for a reason I couldn’t quite understand, and when Blaise pointed out I would always stare at her, the possibility that I might like her crossed my mind. Of course, I denied the fact in an instant.

But when I had a dream about her on me, a crying, moaning mess as she used my chest to support her small weak body as she road me into cloud nine did It finally hit me. I liked her.

I then noticed how amazing she was. How kind and loveable she was. How she could stand up for herself and others around her, but of course she also would have moments when her Hufflepuff side shown through. When she would get embarrassed, then start to flush and become a shy blubbering mess.

Oh, how I wanted to be the one to have that effect on her. She really drove me crazy.

I got pulled out of my day dream as a ripple of water and multiple bubbles surfaced.

I quickly scrambled on my knees and peered into the water. I jumped back as a head popped up, smiling brightly. Y/N's smile faded as she spotted me, her cheeks growing red as she saw me swallow and gaze at her bare chest.

“D-Draco?” She stuttered lowering herself deeper into the black water hiding her exposed chest. I can’t help it smirk as her Hufflepuff side surfaced. Her cheeks crimson as she tried to hide her face with her gorgeous long hair.

I sat back and crossed my legs, placing my head in my hands and tilting sideways. Seeing her Hufflepuff side shine through gave me back on my confidence, and I straightened my posture, which she seemed to pick up on.

I guess i did have that affect on her.

I raised my eyebrows at her when she shyly looked up at me through your eyelashes, waiting for my response.

“What were you doing?” I asked, trying to get another peek at a bare chest.

Noticing my antics she started to grow even more nervous. “Just out for a midnight swim, that’s all” She spoke softly, almost as if she was analyzing every word that came out of her mouth.

“Don’t lie to me, darling,” The nickname slipped past my lips without a second thought, and as I was about to apologize, I stopped when I saw her grow a darker shade of red, and a small smile settle on her lips. “No one skinny dips in the black lake.” I informed her.

“I was not skinny dipping!” She protested, making me chuckle.

“Then what were you doing? I highly doubt you were swimming, I mean, don’t the mer people try to kill you?” I asked, and peered suspiciously into the water from my spot.

She shook her head. “Well… Not exactly” she said looking around. “I’m well, connected to them in a way.” She trailed off hesitantly.

I raised an eyebrow and motioned for her to elaborate. She sighed, hesitantly, before gazing into my eyes.

In and instant, her whole demeanor changed. The softness from before vanished and the serious look on her face made a nervous feeling settle in the pit of my stomach.

I sat up straighter, preparing myself, as a newfound tension settled in the air. She took a deep breath, “I’m a mermaid.” she said in all seriousness.

I blinked. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but this was definitely not it. A worried expression, almost if she was about to cry, settled on her face due to my silence. I wanted to speak, make her smile. Seeing this worried look made me want to punch someone, unfortunately, all that came out of my mouth wad a breathy “what?”

“I’m a mermaid,” she repeated herself and it was obvious she was trying to stand her ground. I could tell she was scared, by the look in her eyes, as if she regretted saying anything to begin with. “Well- half actually.” She corrected her self.

“Really?” I asked, a new feeling of amazement settling in my stomach, “so you have – you know – a…?” I trailed off motioning to the other half of herself hidden in the water. I must have sounded like an idiot because she giggled.

“A tail?” I nodded. “Yep!” She fell back, flashing her expose chest, but I was too preoccupied to care as a 6 foot, grey-green, scaly tail, made an appearance. She swished it side to side, splashing me a little.

She swam, hesitantly, closer to me. She looked up towards me with hope in her eyes, and put her hand out. I knew what she meant. If I took her hand, I was making an unspoken promise. To stay by her side and help her keep her secret.

I had two options, one, to take her hand and walk through life with her. In whatever form she wanted, a friend, brother figure, or, hopefully, a lover.

Two, I could walk away and not look back. Forget what I had seen and go back to loving her from a far. Leaving her broken.

Before I could process my actions I accepted her hand, using all my strength to pull her massive tail onto the dock. Just the tip of the fin continued to stay emerged in the surface of the water as she sat next to me. “It’s nice day, don’t you think?” She asked me softly, her gaze looked out to the mountains on the far side of the lake.

I mimicked her actions, dangling my feet from the edge of the dock. The sharp tips of my dress shoes just kissing the surface. I didn’t mind though, I could always buy another pair.

Looking up at how the sun was just starting to rise, high enough to reflect in the black water, made me realize how long I waited for Y/N. The birds were just starting to rise, high pitched tweets coming from up the hill.

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, before I couldn't take it anymore. “Are you dating Potter?” I blurted out. I felt my heart stopped as she looked at me calmly. My heart fluttered if she shook her head.

“No. Don’t get me wrong, Harry is a nice boy, but I have my eyes on someone else” she spoke softly, biting her lip and looking into my eyes.

I licked my lips and leaned forward. I was hoping, with all my heart, that I was reading her signs right. I had to use all my strength not to cringe physically, as a picture her with Weasel-bee. “Is that so?” I asked, not breaking eye contact with her. She nodded, leaning closer to me.

Her lips tasted like strawberry and sea salt. They were soft, and fit with mine like a puzzle piece. The texture was strange, I couldn't tell if it was wet or dry, and if you paid close attention the faint feeling of chapped skin scratched my brain. My eyes fluttered close, as she further leaned into my touch. My hand came up and tangled within her soft hair. It ran through my fingers like pure silk, tickling my fingertips. I had brushed the hair she'd so carefully placed on her breast to hide her buds, over her shoulder. She gasped as the cold air nipped at her hardened nipples. This kiss wasn't lustful, no sexual intentions was hidden behind my soft touches. It was filled with an energy of some kind that sparked brightly between us, connecting us.

As we pulled apart, I smiled at her flustered state. She hid her buds under her hair, once again, and I just sat there. I extended my hand to her, which she accepted. She smiled and nodded as I spoke “let’s get you inside,” she giggled.

“My little mermaid”

[punkyflesh]

A that reader is affectionate and understanding. She's takes care of the royal kids and would do anything to keep them safe. So she doesn't know of Cedric plans b/c he knows she'll try to stop him. His plans succeed and the reader runs away to safety? Few years later the reader and Cedric are reunited, but under grim circumstances.

I'm basically asking for angst. I've just been in the mood for it.

The Reckoning of Hearts | Cedric X Reader (Angst)

“The truth is, you could slit my throat, and with my last, gasping breath, I’d apologise for bleeding on your shirt.”

summary: cedric succeeds in taking over the kingdom, and the reader manages to flee along with the royal children. desperate to save roland & miranda, the reader returns 3 years later to confront the man they once loved.

notes: what a way to return to my fiction-writing roots, lovely bit of cedric angst! i struggled so much with writers block so i hope this is satisfactory. likes, reblogs & comments are always appreciated!!

warnings: no warnings for this one, but be prepared, there’s no happy ending.

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Enchancia had fallen. Once a kingdom of enchanting beauty and unwavering prosperity, it now stood as a reminder of the malevolent overturn led by the sorcerer. In the days of old, Enchancia was once known for its lush landscapes, bright skies, ethereal flora, and a radiating positive vibe that was felt by all of the people who lived there. All but for one.

An outcast, Cedric was a target of ridicule and scorn, for his abilities were not like his ancestors’. His magic was untamed and unpredictable, often leading to accidents that left the villagers resentful, and the royal family disappointed. Since he was a boy, he was teased mercilessly, and with each form of mockery, Cedric’s heart grew heavy with each cruel word and teasing laugh.

Years of dealing with the torment changed Cedric. His once kind and gentle nature gave way to bitterness and resentment. He grew obsessed with power, determined to prove himself to all those who ever doubted him. Months of locking himself up in his dingy tower, studying ancient books, desperate to find a way to strengthen his powers. As he studied, the malevolent force took root within his heart, and his once optimistic eyes darkened with an insatiable thirst for revenge.

You were the first obstacle in Cedric’s road to rule. You were recently hired by the King as a nanny of sorts, tasked with the responsibility of babysitting the children, escorting them to events, and being a general companion and role model as they grew up. Cedric first met you on your first day - not that he particularly wanted to, but as ‘royal sorcerer’, he was obligated to attend all royal ceremonies and perform some extravagant show like a lion in a circus. He expected the event to be dull and sour, but he didn’t expect to feel his heart soften so much when he saw you. You were a stark contrast to the sorcerer, a sight for sore eyes. You filled the palace with your warmth, your laughter and your powerful ability to put up with the energetic children so much. The two of you would interact often, as Cedric was often dragged out of the safety of his tower by the new princess. Unbeknownst to Cedric, he found himself inexplicably drawn to your presence. Your kindness and innocence began to chip away at the walls around his heart, and he struggled to suppress the warmth he felt whenever he was around you.

He hated you. Cedric could not stand the vulnerable way you made him feel. How you sent him into a spiral of doubt about himself and his plans whenever you even gazed in his direction. He could not stand you.

Alas, your kindness was not enough to thaw the coldness that had developed within Cedric. His plans of stealing the amulet from Sofia had finally, finally succeeded, and he unleashed his dark magic upon the kingdom immediately. Imprisoning the royal couple, Enchancia was plunged into darkness, its once vibrant colours fading to shades of grey. Cedric was consumed by the anger and despair that had fogged his heart for so long, and had allowed himself to be taken over by the negativity.

You had acted fast, but not fast enough to prevent the royal couple’s imprisonment. Eager to protect the children, you had no choice but to flee the kingdom to Avalor, taking the royal children under your wing. You were welcomed with open arms, the royals vowing to protect yourself and the children, promising and reassuring no harm would ever come to you. But your heart was shattered. Utterly broken.

It had been three years since the fall of Enchancia, and you had never given up hope. The devastation of your heartbreak fuelled determination. As the years passed, a glimmer of hope began to stir within your heart. You led a group of brave and resilient individuals who sought to free the royal couple from Cedric’s tyranny. You were desperate to return the children’s parents to them safely, freeing them from the bitter ruling of a man you once thought you loved. Together, yourself and the group embarked on a perilous quest to restore Enchancia.

Cedric had all but forgotten about his adoration for you as the years went past. His heart grew colder every passing day, focusing solely on maintaining his tyrannical grip over the kingdom, and strengthening his powers.

A crisp autumn night, the moon hung low in the sky. Cedric sat on the throne, the room dusk with shadows and lit up by the twinkle of the night. Silence. Silence. Footsteps. He looked up. A cloaked figure stood before him, their eyes filled with both sorrow and determination. You raised your head and made eye contact with the man. His heart skipped a beat. When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still. Cedric could hardly believe his eyes, for there stood the person he once loved. You were worn down with the journey and the weight of your travels, but you still possessed a beauty that could rival the most enchanting sunrise.

As the memories of their love came flooding back, Cedric was overcome with a torrent of conflicting emotions — remorse for the path he had chosen, anger at himself for betraying you, and an overwhelming sense of wanting to be near you, wanting to justify and explain himself to you. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. You looked at him with cold eyes, and a straight face, a wave of hatred rushing over you as you took in his appearance. The crown on his head was too big, and he was remarkably skinnier. His face was slim and his fingers tapped the arms of the throne idly as he gazed at you with a gaping mouth.

Silence again.

“Where are they?”

Your voice filled the silence of the room loudly, startling Cedric out of his trance.

“I— what?”

You snarled at his patheticness, at how weak and stupid he sounded as he looked at you with confusion.

“The king and queen. Where are they?” You asked again, stepping closer to Cedric slowly as you put your hand in your pocket. Unbeknownst to Cedric, you had been taking magic lessons from the Royal Sorcerer in Avalor, and had grown to possess a healthy power, enough to battle Cedric if needed.

Cedric wasn’t stupid. He knew what you were doing, he knew what you had planned as soon as you put your hand into your pocket. His face grew cold once more as he realised that, you too, doubted him. You still saw him as the pathetic sorcerer he once was. You never believed in him, in fact, you probably agreed with everyone too, laughed at their mocking jokes behind his back. He laughed to himself quietly as he realised what you wanted, and found it humorous how you thought you could take over him so easily.

“My dear, you haven’t learnt a thing, have you not? Look around.” He stood from the throne and held his arms out, gesturing to the empty room.

“I am in control. Whatever mere spells you’ve got up your sleeve are pointless against me.”

He smirked as he drew his wand, muttering a spell and drawing you close to him with the force that expelled from the tip of it. Your faces were inches away as you grunted and groaned with frustration, dropping your own wand and being overcome with the inability to move from his force. His breath felt hot against your face as you looked into his cold, dead eyes. There was nothing there. Nothing but hatred and despair.

“It’s laughable, really. I hadn’t thought about you for years, and here you are. I could do whatever I wanted to you.”

He whispered, stroking a slender finger down your cheek as you struggled. Tears began to well in your eyes as the determination shattered, the realisation kicking in that this is how it would be.

“Silence, my dear? You looked as though you had a lot to say.” Cedric teased, his hand finding his way to your hair as he stroked it.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to talk. You’re going nowhere.”

[multifamdomfan]

Celine

Parent: Cedric the Great

Siblings: None

Love Interest: none

Personality Type: ISFJ

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Status: Sorceresses

Hair Color: Black with Grey streaks

Eye Color: Brown (turns purple when using magic)

Birthday: January 1

Hobbies: reading, practicing magic, and playing chess