treat you better - cedric diggory/harry potter x fem!reader (part one)

summary: after a month of hints, you and hermione have given up on trying to get ron and harry to ask you two to the yule ball. but nothing sparks action like a little competition... from none other than hogwarts golden boy, cedric diggory.

requested? yes, by an anon; see the request here

word count: 1.5k

warnings: literally nothing, super fluffy, some jealousy

read part two here!

a/n: hi everyone! this series will likely be in two parts, and it'll follow the love triangle of cedric, y/n, and harry. it's also my first time writing ced, so hope you enjoy and pls reblog to support! (dannie this is for u @ur-local-reality-shifter ced would love ya)

“Boys!” Hermione exclaims, throwing her hand up, and you can’t help but agree. “They’re just so -- so --”

“Daft? Infuriating? Excrutiatingly unobservant?” you offered.

Hermione smiles a little at this, “all three.”

The two of you had been dropping hints left and right about the Yule Ball to Harry and Ron for the past month, trying to get them to ask you and Hermione to go. But it was all in vain, you should’ve known those two dimwits wouldn’t realize…

“Remind me again why we like them?” Hermione prompts, a sigh escaping her parted lips.

Your expression matches hers, full of disappointment, “I wish I could tell you, Mione, I really wish I could.”

“Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, do you think we should ask them ourselves??” the brunette asks.

You immediately freeze, “Oh Godric, no, I’m so bad at that. But you’re right, they’re never going to realize…” you groan, “say, we give them another week? And if they still haven’t asked us, we’ll take matters into our own hands.”

Hermione nods in agreement, and after a quick goodnight, you adjourn the emergency meeting and crawl into bed.

Little did you know, the universe had other plans.

SO CUTE!!! I love this.

Summary: You and George had made a silent agreement, a silent promise, the minute you stepped into the twins shared bedroom after Fred had passed. You both knew how intense and unforgiving the grieving process could be. It would be relentless and terrifying, but you both couldn't bare to talk to the other, to share in your feelings of loss. It was all too much. So, the room stayed silent. For weeks. Neither of you daring to glance in the other direction unless absolutely necessary. Unable to bare witness to what the grief had done to the other.

But, promises were meant to be broken, and the realization comes quicker than expected that you would have to face each other in order to heal.

Warnings: lots of angst and some fluff?

A/N: yikes, sorry if this sucks but this idea has been on my mind FOREVER. And I needed to get it out. Sorry if George's character isn't great so please let me know if there's anything I can improve on!!

The first step into what was once George and Fred's shared room was terrifying. His clothes were still left scattered around on what was "his" side of the room. His scent, his personality, lingered on everything. A sob caught in your throat as you entered, making your way to sit on the bed you shared with Fred many nights before.

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"Shhh Darling, they'll only find out that you're in here if you keep giggling." Fred chuckled quietly as you held back a laugh threatening to escape from your lips.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it Freddy." You whispered back as you snuggled closer to his side. He had snuck you out of Ginny's bedroom and into his for what seemed like the millionth time, but each time felt like the first time.

He watched as you made yourself comfortable, sleep eventually engulfing you.

"I love you Y/n." He spoke, more for himself to hear than anything.

You smiled to yourself, hearing the words neither of you had said yet in your relationship.

"I love you too Freddy." You smiled to yourself as he tensed, making you realize he hadn't noticed you were still awake. His face turned crimson as he chuckled, pulling you impossibly closer to his warm chest. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead as he let sleep take him as well.

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Something more infinite (George Weasley x reader)

Description: You and George Weasley were not friends, in fact you were sort of enemies. Since your third year at Hogwarts, you’d been enthralled in a feud that consisted of constant teasing and ruining each other’s plans. A more wise person would probably say that it would be wiser to stay away from each other, but where’s the fun in that? 

Chapter 1: Now shake hands and be friends. 

Chapters: 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (final) |

Word count: 1.3K 

Warnings: None. 

You had been called many things already at the age of 13, though the words had ranged from menace from your father, to little shit by your cousins to devil by your mother they had always been said with a shake of the head and a grin. Sure, you were a lot, even you could see that but you weren’t truly terrible. Your high energy and affinity for pranks made you fun and lovable, at least in your youthful opinion. Hogwarts had been a blessing, it was like your private playground where you could lay out as many pranks as possible and thanks to the vastness of the castle’s twisting corridors, you would sometimes first see the results days later, like a sort of belated present from you to yourself. This was going well so far, you hadn’t been caught yet at least, even three years into your education at the castle. Well, actually it had been going well. Someone had recently taken to dismantling your traps, and you’d have to go back to check them, only to find them ruined (most often with the prank products themselves missing and not a single victim in sight). At first you’d suspected Filch had become too good at sniffing out your traps but you figured Filch would confiscate everything he found, without leaving behind whatever you’d used to set it all up. After almost two months without a single successful prank, you were more than livid; after all, pranks took time and just as much brains as it took a sense of humor, how could anyone just ruin your hard work?! 

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THIS IS SCRUMPTIOUS

guyyyyysssss I’m making a fic rec list for hitting 6k, hope y’all are ready 👀

Is there any recommendations for characters that you’d like to see specifically?

YESSSSSS GIVE US ALL OF THE GEORGE CONTENT

Smutober/Kinktober- sex dream (Ron Weasley x reader)

Warnings: oral, penetration

Business Man

Summary: You seduce George into fulfilling one of your greatest fantasies—being railed in an office.

Trigger Warning(s): smut, unprotected sex, sex in a public place (slightly?), teasing, seduction, language(?)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Inspired by that steamy sex scene in the House of Gucci 😊

Bringing lunch to George had become a regular habit of yours. When you had started dating, George would often times skip his lunch and lose himself in his work. You couldn’t have that, though. You needed your boyfriend to be healthy and energized, not tired and on the verge of malnutrition. You had come up with the amazing idea to bring him homemade lunches. He would eat, and you would get to see him. It was a win-win situation.

You tucked the picnic basket under your arm and wrapped your scarf tighter around your neck. Winter this year was by far the harshest you had ever experienced. Even your thick wool lined coat did nothing to brace against the chilling wind. You thought of murmuring a spell, but as the orange building of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes came into view, the thought seemed in vain. You hurriedly crossed the street, gripping your skirt to your thigh as a strong gust of wind threatened to lift the fabric. You entered the building and immediately relished the warmth surrounding you.

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Good Girl - George Weasley

Title: Good Girl Pairing: George x female!slytherin!Reader Summary: George has been the reader’s enemy since their first year at Hogwarts together and now, in their final year the universe keeps throwing them together in ways that make the reader question why she ever hated George in the first place. Warnings: NSFW!! Slight Dom!george, begging, slight orgasm denial, thigh riding, oral (Male and female receiving), throat fucking, fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex A/N: The summary is shit but it’s an enemies to lovers slow burn. Seriously this is 22k words I lost control. This is for @those-born-to-fight​ who wanted some enemies to lovers with a Slytherin reader! There’s two different ~spicy~ scenes and the tiniest touch of angst towards the end. Feedback is always welcome, and requests are open!

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“God, do they ever just shut up?” Y/N grumbles, getting up to slam the door to her compartment closed. Adrian and Marcus laugh at her, but immediately stop when she glares at them, not wanting to face the consequences of annoying Y/N further.

There are very few things that Y/N outright hates. The list of things that mildly annoy her is quite long, but she reserves the word hate for only those special things that make her want to rip her hair out at the mere mention of them. Fred and George Weasley happen to be at the top of that list.

Like most students, Y/N had been enamored by the twins and their antics at first. Despite the fact that many of their practical jokes were aimed at members of her house and Snape, she found them quite funny. She had even thought about befriending the twins, the rivalry between their houses be damned. But after finding herself on the receiving end of a few too many Weasley practical jokes, she had begun to loathe them.

“I don’t know why you let them get under your skin,” Daphne comments, her tone dry and dull. Despite the fact that her eyes haven’t left the copy of Witch Weekly she’s flipping through, Y/N knows she’s been watching her fidget as the Weasley twins got rowdier and rowdier from their compartment down the hall.

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ANTHONY MACKIE as SAM WILSON  CIVIL WAR (2016) dir. Joe & Anthony Russo

Why is it when something happens it is always you three?

He’s not Fred, I am! Honestly, woman. You call yourself our mother.