Cedric The Sensational X Reader

Markings

Au where everyone is born with a unique mark on their ankle, and when they fall in love that persons mark appears somewhere on their body (Credit; spookymileskane on tumblr)

"Miss (F/N)? What does your mark look like?" 

Smiling, you looked up from the flowerbed you were weeding and into the sweet, innocent face of Princess Sofia. "Why do you ask, Princess?"

"Well," the princess started, avoiding your eyes. "I've just... never seen it before! I want to know what it looks like. Out of curiosity!" Sofia looked at you with a pleading expression. "I'm sure its absolutely gorgeous!" 

You sensed that there was more to the story, but how could you say know to those puppy-dog eyes? Giving the little princess a look of disbelief, you rock back onto your heels. Really, you couldn't blame the princess for her curiosity. The marks were pretty special, and not much was known about them. Only that no one had exactly the same one, and when you fell in love with someone, their mark appeared on your body somewhere. Some people had marks peppered like freckles all over their body, proof that they loved quickly and deeply. Others had only a few, and fewer still only had their own mark. While they were pretty intriguing, they were also annoying when you wanted to hide a crush. You absent-mindedly pulled up the hem of your work gloves, and reach down towards the hem of your work-pants. "Its nothing special, pretty plain really." You lifted up the pant leg to reveal a small, (F/C) marking of (F/f). "Just a flower. Pretty fitting for a gardener really."

Sofia's eyes lit up, the way a child's does when they have just been told a secret. "Thanks Miss (Y/N)! your the best!" She gave you a quick hug and then darted off, giggling excitedly. You were a little bit baffled by her behavior, but brushed it off and knelt back down to resume weeding the flowerbed. Before you pull the first weed, you look around quickly, and then gently pull the hem of your glove up. There, sitting right at the base of your palm, was the only other mark on your body. A small purple raven with green eyes; there was no mistaking who's marking this was. Pulling the glove over the marking once more, you begin pulling up dandelions as your thoughts drift to once particular sorcerer. 

You and Cedric aren't exactly close. In fact, he did not seem to be very fond of you. All of your meeting with him were coincidental, as you tended the herb garden, and every time you were working he would come out for potion ingredients. The first time you met, you had tripped while holding a bucket of weeds, and accidentally thrown it over him. Your cheeks flush red just thinking back to that time. It was so embarrassing! You had apologized profusely, but Cedric just mumbled something, and used magic to put all the weeds back in the basket.  For you, who hadn't really seen magic before this, it was beautiful. It looked like a second nature to him, he simply said some words and with a flick of his wrist the weeds floated gently through the air and the mess was gone. You honestly couldn't believe why everyone thought he was a failure. After that he simply darted by you and began harvesting plants. It was a small encounter, but it was enough. You began watching him after that, not intensely, just in passing. You noticed how, when choosing plants, his eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration. He never used magic to pick the plants, but instead got on his hands and knees and picked them himself, with his bangs always falling softly into his eyes. It was way better then when that idiot sorcerer Greylock was here. He would use magic and nearly rip up the whole bed. It was absolutely infuriating!

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you finished weeding the flowerbed and stood up. No point dwelling on a unrequited love. Its not like a wonderful person like Cedric would ever love a mere gardener, specially one who covered him in weeds. You were just going to have to be content to watch him from a distance, and make sure the mark stayed covered. Picking up the basket full of weeds, you turned around and immediately crashed into someone. Your basket flew up into the air, weeds flying everywhere like ugly confetti. You frantically get up off the ground and look over to see which unfortunate soul you crashed into. 

Its Cedric. 

Frick. 

"Finnigans Fungus," Cedric groaned, pulling off the basket that had unceremoniously landed on top of his head. The poor man was covered in weeds and dirt, and looked pretty confused. 

"I'm so sorry!" you exclaim, panicking. This could not be happening again. Frantically, you reach into your pocket and pull out a handkerchief. "You're covered in dirt and weeds and I'm so sorry I should have looked where I was going i hope your not hurt It was a accident I am so sorry let me help you-" Hurrying over to him, you start using your handkerchief to wipe the dirt off his face. Your efforts were stopped when a thin hand snapped around your wrist, and you realized that one, in your attempts to wipe the dirt you had practically straddled the man, and two, Cedric's face had turned a rather brilliant shade of red. 

"Could you please get off so I can get up," Cedric stammered, and you felt your cheeks flame up as you scrambled off, apologizing profusely. You stand up, and offer your hand to Cedric.  He reaches out and grabs it, and you pull him to his feet. You could feel the warmth of his hands through his thin gloves, and you went to pull your hand away when you realized that Cedric wasn't letting go. He instead twisted your arm slightly and lifted it up higher, and you saw it. Your glove has been pulled down, and the mark on your skin was exposed. Alarmed, you wretch your hand out of his, and covered the mark. You felt tears well up in your eyes, scared of what Cedric was going to say. You look at his face, only to see that he was absolutely dumbfounded. 
"I'm sorry," you whisper. Fumbling, you grab your basket and began picking up the weeds that had scattered. Maybe Cedric would just leave without saying anything.  All you really wanted to do was run off and cry, but your boss would rip into you if you just left the weeds around. "Just go away," you thought. "I know you dont feel the same so just leave me be." You cry out, startled, as the fallen weeds floated their way back into the basket. You look at Cedric, who's gaze was locked on you.
"Y/N..." he said, softly.
Panicked, you push past him, not wanting to hear it. Hearing him reject you was more then you could take right now.

A/N

I wanted to do fluff. I really did. I physically cant write fluff. I'll post a part two to hopefully give you a happy ending Lol. Sorry for like the weird update thing I only post when I feel like writing and that just comes and goes. But a second part is coming pretty soon I swear. Peace!