Hi There!! Could I Request Cedric X Female Hufflepuff Reader Where He Flirts With Her And She Gets All

Hi there!! Could I request Cedric x female Hufflepuff Reader where he flirts with her and she gets all flustered and fluff ensues?

𝕮𝖊𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝕯𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖞

"Mornin' bug" the outstretched hand of your boyfriend, Cedric, narrowly misses smacking you in the face as he yawns and stretches. Last night you had accidentally fallen asleep pressed right up against him, and though your mind was too sleep hazed to process it then, it was most definitely processing the embarrassment now.

His face was so close to yours as he muttered about this weird dream he had, and though you were sincerely trying to listen your mind was too busy running rampant. Helga, he's pretty. And despite his morning breath you still want to kiss him. His arm is holding you to him firmly, and if he can't see the blush coating your cheeks because of your own brain, he can most certainly feel the heat radiating off of them instead.

But instead of being your knight in shining armour, he takes it as his mission to further your flustered misery.

"Where's my morning kiss, bug, hmm?" he taps the side of his cheek expectantly, watching in amusement as you scrunch your eyes shut and do Godrick-knows-what to try and calm your racing heart. But he's still not done. Not yet at least.

"D'ya like it in my bed? All cosy and snuggly? Must admit, it's the best sleep I've had in a long time, sunshine. We should do this again"

And the reminder sets you off. Cheeks flaming and heart racing as you think about how this is the first time you've shared a bed. For a night. Properly cuddled even. Oh Helga! You're in his dorm! In his bed! With him! What will people say, what will they suspect?!

A pained noise leaves your throat and your hand freezes in mid air, half trying to hide your face and somehow make this all be a wonderful dream, and half trying to push him away a little. His presence is suffocating you in a good way. And you like it. But you don't like that you like it.

Your abysmal decision making skills makes him laugh and he decides to give it up. Sitting up, he pulls the blanket off of the both of you. "You're fine, bug. I promise." he tells you, bringing you in for a comforting hug where he squeezes you tight. Grounding.

He has you sat on his lap and facing him with the way he was hugging you, not that you're in any position to notice with how fast your mind is going. "And i'm sorry for teasing... will you look at me now?" his hand pries your own away from your face, letting him get a good look at you. The eye contact somehow seems to ground you even more, and your thoughts slow to a pace where you can finally make them out.

"Are you going to speak to me now?" his smile is small, because if he truly smiles then he won't be able to hold back the laugh he's been holding down.

"Morning, Ced"

I haven't drawn them like this since 2017.

Please write a Cedric Diggory x fem reader where the reader is scared that cedric doesn't like her but still likes him so she gives him a velentine's day gift and he gives her one as well, much to her surprise. Then some sort of confession? Thanks

This is so cute

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You hesitated, thoughts of doubt and insecurities flooding your mind.

Sure, you had waited until all of his roommates left and you knew for a fact that he would be alone. Sure, you had gone over a speech again and again in your head about what you would say after he opened the door. But what if he responded negatively? What if he thought you were weird? What if-

The door opened in front of you before your thoughts could spiral even more than they already had and you froze, eyes wide with horror.

“Oh,” Cedric breathed out, coming to a halt when he saw you standing right in front of his dorm like a deer caught in headlights, “Hey.”

Merlin, how could you be so stupid? How could you think that this could in any way be even remotely a smart idea? How could-

You were snapped out of your own thoughts by Cedric worriedly calling your name, waving a hand in front of your face slightly to try and take you out of your trance.

“Present.” You blurted out, sticking your arm out in front of you with a small box in your hand, the speech you had prepared zipping out of your mind

He blinked down at your outstretched arm, clearly not quite knowing how to react, “Oh, thank you.” He cleared his throat slightly, taking the box gingerly out of your grip, clearly trying to push aside his confusion.

You messed up. You messed up. You messed up. You messed up. You messed up. You messed-

Of course he didn’t like you back. You knew that all along, so why would you even bother trying to put yourself out there by getting him a gift on Valentine’s Day?

Suddenly, he smiled at you. That kind, genuine, beautiful smile that you loved so much. The very one that made you weak at the knees every time you saw it- let alone when it was pointed in your direction. But this time, you were caught off guard more than ever.

“Hey, wait here, I have something for you too.” He quickly turned on his heel and disappeared back into his room, leaving you gaping like a fish in the hallway.

Less than a minute later, looking slightly flustered with his hair sticking up every which way, he reappeared. And this time, he outstretched his arm to you.

“Here,” He gave you a lopsided grin, “Happy Valentines Day.”

It was a box, slightly smaller than the one you had given him.

Without a word, but still staring up at him with wide eyes, you hesitantly took the box. He continued to stare at you with, wide, hopeful eyes though, until you slowly opened it.

An audible gasp left your lips at the sight of a beautiful, silver necklace sitting in the velvet box, a heart dangling on the end of it.

Your eyes snapped up to look at him, only to find Cedric smiling shyly and rubbing the back of his neck, “I-I didn’t really know how to tell you… that I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. And- and I just thought, ‘What better day than Valentines Day, right?’” He chuckled awkwardly.

“I…” You swallowed thickly, “You like me?” You asked in complete and utter shock.

He laughed lightly, “Of course, I thought it was pretty obvious.” He admitted.

You cleared your throat, “I thought my crush on you was obvious.” You whispered.

His grin widened, “It wasn’t,” He reassured, toying with the box you had gotten him, “But maybe this means you’ll go out with me now?” He glanced up at you hopefully with wide eyes.

“Of course,” You rushed out far too quickly before clearing your throat and repeating slower, “Of course. I’d love to go out with you.”

Cedric chuckled, “Good, good. I was really nervous about asking you.”

November Prompt Day 1: Theater

Words: 681 | Pairing : Cedric Diggory x reader, sixth year

You hadn’t given it much thought at first when the sandy haired Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory asked you to join him for a movie over break just before boarding the train home. It seemed like any other friendly gesture and students often hung out during breaks. Even Hermione had asked you to join her in taking up visiting an art museum over the break, in which you happily agreed.

“Yeah, of course,” was all you had managed over the pages of your crisp book pages and he waltzed away with a smile before settling into the compartment diagonal from yours.

Solora Hazelridge, a blue-eyed, black haired Ravenclaw, who whispers say, should have been sorted into Slytherin with her cunning cleverness, but managed Ravenclaw because of her wits and wish to the Sorting Hat in her first year, slips into your half-loaded compartment.

“Did I just witness Cedric Diggory ask you out on a date?” she chimes.

“A date? Of course not.”

“Cedric never asks girls out unless he’s interested, or so I’ve heard.”

“Solora, I really just want to finish this book,” you sigh, not wanting to give much thought into what’s happened until you’re alone.

“Just think about what I said. Hufflepuff or not, Cedric doesn’t seem to be one that chooses lightly.”

And in the turn of a page, she’s gone.

That was a week ago and now you stand in the slight unfamiliarity of your own room back home in London, staring at yourself in the mirror with Solora’s words echoing in your mind.

A saffron colored dress clings to your curves and a dangly, beaded purse hangs from your shoulder. Your usually pinned curls have been let down and cut bluntly against your mid-back. You hardly recognize yourself in this setting, but you don’t have time to dwell on your looks or the neat makeup plastered across your lids, nor the glimmer smeared against the plumpness of your lips. You’re supposed to meet Cedric in less than ten minutes and transfiguring into a crowd of people isn’t ideal.

You’d settled on a nearby alley to spare yourself the trouble of being caught by any muggles. You don’t want to be caught in a scene where the police deem the witness insane because magic isn’t real to those who don’t believe.

When you reach the theater, slightly out of breath from your detour, Cedric stands just outside, preoccupied by the list of movies on the dingy white placard above the ticket window.

“You’d think the best movies would be played when students come back home for breaks, but they always save the bad ones for us.”

“I’d say they do it on purpose, but Merlin, that’d just be bad for business,” Cedric chortles and finally allows his gaze to roll towards you.

His curly hair is pushed back off his forehead and he’s sporting his usually charming smile; the same one you found yourself becoming all too familiar with even in the crowded hallways at school and even in the Great Hall. It was the very reason you were so reluctant in your response. After all, a smile could lead to anything.

You and Cedric decide on something they labeled as horror and settle in the back row with a large bin of popcorn and two drinks.

“Do you think it’ll be gory?” He chuckles while settling into the leather seat.

“Maybe,” you taunt. “Do you have a weak stomach, Cedric?”

The previews glisten in his irises when he turns to you, smiling mockingly because he’s too manly to admit it directly.

“Do you?”

“Of course not,” you whisper, trying not to focus too much on his steady gaze, but end up failing miserably.

He gently strokes your chin, allowing his fingertips to crawl across your jawline before leaning in closer.

“May I?”

You nod, too stunned to talk and too surprised that a heartthrob like Cedric would pick you for something like this.

And as his soft lips press into yours in the dark back row of the empty theater, you find yourself wondering: why me?

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Cedric Diggory I love Cedric. He's just the goodest, kindest, bestest person in the Harry Potter books. A genuine good guy. I grieve for him still, he deserved so much better. Drawing him was a pleasure. He had to be a typical popular boy, but also be approachable and warm. So I gave him fluffy jumpers and warm colours. He is, after all, a Hufflepuff and I bloody love Hufflepuffs. They're the best. Sidenote: I am working on a few character designs at the same time and it's taking a while, but I'll still try to update at least once a week. Love you guys, you're wonderful! <3