Cedric The Sensational X Reader

Floating Cedric POV

Cedric slammed the door to his tower. They didn't understand. How do they not understand? Roland had gone through this once. While they weren't on the best of terms, one would assume someone who had suffered like this would understand that he's doing what is best. It doesn't have to be right. Coughing roughly, Cedric carefully stepped his way over the scattered books and papers that littered the floor. He was close. Surely tonight, he would find the way. 

He would find the way to bring you back. 

The devastation from that night. When he got the word. You had been found in a alleyway, slumped against a wall. The sight of your limp form, dull crimson stains covering your ashy skin. Your fingers, the hands that he held every night, that brushed the bangs away from his forehead more times then he could count, were cold and red. The face that he had kissed that morning, the one he woke up to as the sweet beams of sun first peaked through the curtains, was hollow, and bruised.  It broke something within him. The agony that slammed into his very being, the cutting pain worse then any wound he had ever bore before, was too much to handle. 

Cedric doesn't remember much else from that night. 

His memory resumed when he slipped that enchanted ring on your finger. It was supposed to be your wedding ring, binding the two of you together until death do you part. 

Now it bound you in death. Or at least it was supposed to. Cedric hoped it did. The ring was to trap your soul, prevent it from wandering into the afterworld. To buy him time. He would find a way to bring you back. The others had protested of course. Sofia especially seemed very against the idea, spouting some nonsense about the castle ghosts hating being bound, but Cedric didn't care. So what if the others thought it was better to let your soul be free? That bringing people back was impossible and inhuman? Cedric would show them. He would show them all. It was the same today, calling him down to "reason" with him. Or showing up to interrupt his work, claiming they "just wanted him to eat" or "I just think you should get some sleep". As if he would fall for such foolish lies. They just want him to stop working. So more time would crawl by without the one he loved. Without him being able to see that beautiful smile, or hold their warm hands, or kiss their sweet face until they both became blushing messes. 

It was the spells he needed to focus on. No magic was off limits, which led Cedric to muse over forbidden books, ancient scrolls, compiling his findings into one jumble of paper and dreams. it got harder as his hands started to shake, his vision blurred, and his stomach ached from lack of food. But there was no way he could rest. Not when he could have saved you. Not when he let you die alone in  a alleyway, while he did fuck all, stroking his own ego by messing around in his tower. What good was petty magic anyway if it couldn't help him in his darkest hour? 

Cedric slammed the text shut. This one was useless too. Nothing was helping, it took all his remaining strength to not scream in frustration. Leaning across the desk, he realized all too late that his body was done protesting an was ready to take action. Damn this need for sleep. Cedric couldn't do anything as he felt himself fall, his eyes sliding shut as his brain forced him into unconsciousness...

And then he woke up. his arm was sore, having fallen awkwardly on it as he passed out. But his hand was freezing cold. The same hand you used to cradle in yours. It was always like this when he passed out, always waking with one hand frozen stiff and the rest of him warmer then ever. It had to be a sign. You were still here, you still cared about him and wanted him to bring you back. 

Cedric was determined to not disappoint. 

A/N 

Okay so did I just write this in 15 minutes as to not lose motivation and actually deliver on my promises for one? Maybe. Is that why it sucks? Probably. But hey don't look a gift update in the mouth. I'm so tired. I need sleep but I wanted this out of my brain so it can make other people sad rather then just making me sad. It was better in concept then execution. 

Peace.