#feat ced lol

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Fandom: i only put it for the fun i care so much lol I WILL DO A BIG POST WITH ALL OF THIS IN THE END

Summary: that chap gotta be intense i think. Mari is back and I missed her

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It wasn’t hard to track him down once she knew where he worked and found where he lived. She could had gone directly to his place, but decided to watch him for a little bit.

So, she was again at that cafe but she didn’t enter it. Instead, she maintained a good distance of it, waiting for that one waiter to exit. Soon, as she already knew, he did and she followed him from a safe distance. She wore dark and different clothes, that made her mix with the people on the streets. The good part of living in a city as overpopulated was when you needed a cover.

She watched as he made his way, nodding at people on the streets and most likely greeting them, even if most didn’t even acknowledge his presence and kept their rushed paces and empty eyes. Jorge walked in a slow and careless way, as if he was enjoying the view even if the streets were clearly visually polluted with holograms appearing in middle street and signs flashing everywhere and the loud voice of the traffic light telling people when to go and when to stop.

It made following him easy but she had to be extra careful to not end up going faster than him and maintain the same distance. Anyway, she knew place was nearby and they should be arriving soon.

But of course, he didn’t follow her expectations as he seemed to be taking a longer route and turning into a street he wasn’t supposed to.

He stopped at a ramem shop, talked to an elderly Asian woman who seemed very fond of him by the way they both laughed and she seemed to scold him for whatever reason. He bought something for travel she couldn’t tell by the distance and in some minutes he was leaving, giving the woman a peck on her cheek before continuing.

Even if he didn’t turn right away to where he was, he entered smaller alley and seemed to be making his way to his home now. She choose to let him go first, as less people were on that alley and just after some minutes she followed.

She found him not far away from there. Talking to a group of girls. She quickly recognized by their clothes and the bright sign right behind them that they were replicant prostitutes. 

She made a scoffing sound, not very surprised by it. No wonder he was so intent of flirting with her. Really the type to see them as merely dolls. 

The girls seemed to know him as they were very close to him and touching him, talking intently as if it wasn’t the first time they saw each other. Jorge seemed to be charming them and they were all falling for it, either because they were programmed to it or not.

She didn’t like seeing that scene and wasn’t very fond of the idea of staying and watching so she walked past them, using the other side of the street and went to where his place was. She just hoped whatever ‘business’ he’d have with those girls, she didn’t have to wait much.

But, contrary to what she expected, soon she saw him approaching. She was already well hidden in the shadows of a large pilaster, close to a group of apparently homeless men.

She waited until he was in front of the small metal door in the bigger building, away from it’s main entrance to approach him quietly. 

He was taking a moment fighting for his keys and as soon as he opened it, she decided to talk.

“I’d like to enter as well, If it’s not a problem.” Her voice was cold and demanding.

He didn’t turn right away, seemed surprised but quickly letting a smile cross his features as he looked at her.

“Officer Vie, what a pleasure. Came for the massage?”

“Inside. Now.”

He kept the smile as if he had just won something and open the door fully. “Ladies first.” 

She entered the small corridor, being followed by them. It was small and long and whatever that place used to be, it certainly wasn’t a living place before.

After that corridor, they arrived at the part kitchen, part living room. He had a sofa bed and it was turned into a bed, pillows and blankets on it, messy as if he had just been there. The sink was full and there were clothes in the ground. Typically a place of someone who lived alone and didn’t care much about organization.

“Sorry for the mess. I wasn’t really expecting company today...” She turned at him and he continued, his smile dropping a bit and looking at her with knowing eyes. “... Although I did expect you to come.” He moved to the kitchen side of the room. “Hungry? I bought ramem for myself but I have some food ind the fridge so you can have it if you want to.” He said, leaving the aforementioned food on the small table and he went for the drawers.

“You were a memory maker in an upgrade center, five years ago. I wonder what you’re doing in a cafeteria now, with this curriculum.” She said, ignoring his question.

“Well” He began as he finally found a fork. “If you did your research well, you also know it was closed, five years ago. It’s hard to compete with the Stelline Laboratories, you know? They say Miss Stelline makes the best memories.” He put the fork besides the ramem’s box and leans on the table, looking at V. “Mister Wallace only wants the best of the best of course. I had my own complications and after working alone for so long, I wanted to start something new and be closer to people. But you’re not here to discuss my job choices, are you?”

“You lied about not knowing their names that day. I could tell.”

He looked away, clearly not liking it but sighing, knowing he had nowhere else to go. “Touché.” He said looking up. “Can you really blame me? I don’t know what you want from them and they’re good people. I don’t like how most of the police hands justice nowadays. I didn’t lie about not knowing where they live, though.”

“I want a name.”

“Cedric Diggory.”

“Is this all you know?”

“Yes.”

She nodded, as if she did believe him and moved as if she was about to leave. But on a quick movement, she approached  and immobilized him from behind, slamming him into the wall.

“Wow. Didn’t know you were into SM.” He laughed and she put he gun against his head, making him instantly go serious.

“Is this all you really know? What about that hotel?”

“Grand Hotel. But they had been there years ago I don’t think this will help much.”

“What else?”

“That’s all.”

She forced the gun against his head and he closed his eyes.

“What else?”

“That’s all! That’s all! I swear!”

“Your relation with them?”

“Just their waiter! I just grew fond of them, they’re very nice people! I swear!”

She considered it for a minute. She didn’t have any proof against him or any clue on how that replicant could be related to this Cedric. Interrogating Jorge now could be a waste of time.

She let him go. 

“Fine. For now.”

“Geez, you’re a hard one, aren’t you?” Jorge said as he fixed his clothes from the way she had hold him. “Too bad this just makes you look more attractive.”

How. Dared. Him. Really.

“I’m not like one of those girls back there. Stop.” She said, and she knew she wasn’t just feeling irritated, but her face was showing it, with a frustrated frown.

“Those girls--- Oh, you were stalking me? How cute! Those girls are just friends. You might not believe but I didn’t really have anything with them. Might not seen like it but I don’t like the coldness of money exchange for something like that.”

“They’re replicants. I’m a replicant.” She said, for no reason she could tell. She just wanted hi to follow what everyone else did and not frustrate her by his weird ways.

“Yeah, and... ?” He really seemed clueless.

She sighed. “Ok, never mind. I’m out.”

“Aw, really? Aren’t you even going to stay for dinner? I’m sure I have candles somewhere I could lit up.”

She opened her mouth, a million retorts in her mind but at the same time not knowing what do say. “I really don’t like you”. She ended up saying instead.

“Ouch.” He put a hand over his heart and again putted on the kicked puppy face. “I’m sorry for existing, Vie.”

“You better really be.” She answered. Again this Vie. Ugh.

“Nah, I’m really really not. Many people do like me, did you know? You will too, we just need more time together.”

She was about to retort when she realized she should had been gone minutes ago.

“I don’t know why i’m still talking to you. Open the door, I want to leave.”

He went to the door and she followed but didn't let her go without one last phrase.

“I know I’m irresistible. Now that you know where i live, feel free to pass by when you’re free, officer.” He winked and closed the door before she could make a scene. Honestly.

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Upon searching the names Cedric and Mary Diggory, she quickly got information on them. Seemed like they were from a somewhat wealth family and they both had been orphaned when the younger girls turned 17. There was some brief topics over their names of apparitions in important parties, but nothing really relevant to her case. But she had an address and that’s was what mattered now.

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“That guy then, Jorge, he seems like a very suspicious type. Are you sure that’s all he knows?” Mari asked. Today they were at her apartment, lazing on her coach.

“No, but I don’t have proof or a clue of what exactly I want to know without making him aware of the case. He probably say the replicant but by the way he acts, he probably treated him as any other costumer. Besides, by the lighting in the photo, whoever took the photo couldn’t be him. His turn just begins later.” V explained.

“Wow, you really did your research on him.”

“Just doing my work.” V answered far too quick for her own taste. “He was also a memory maker.”

“Memory maker?” Mari leaned back in surprise. “Wow. Never met one before.”

V nodded. The job of a memory maker was to fabricate memories for the replicants. Every replicant had memories, that were to help them to deal better with human emotions and stabilize them, but all of them knew their memories of childhood and teen years were fake.

“Do you ever wonder about your memories?” Mari asked.

“Not much. Why wondering about something I know never happened?”

“Well, yes. But It’s fun”. She shrugged. she leaned her head in the sofa, looking up. “My favourite one is a childhood memory. I’m in the garden playing with a smaller boy, chasing him with a hose.” She grinned. “He is my younger brother. His name is Matthew but I prefer to call him Matt.”

V just nodded along, having nothing to say on the matter and jsut letting Mari daydream.

“I have other memories with him. It makes me wonder if there’s anther replicant somewhere who have memories of me. The real Matthew.” 

She kept staring at the nothing and V looked on her way, feeling bad for her inside but couldn’t bring herself to say much.

“What are your memories, V?” Mari looked at her and V felt a hint of disappointment for coming back to being one letter again. She might be getting attached to that ‘Vie’ story, even if she still didn’t like Jorge. “You never tell me about it.

V smiled weakly, mimicking her and leaning her head so she can stare at the ceiling. “Nothing like yours. I’m an only child. I have good grades on school.”

“That’s all?” Mari sounded disappointed.

“Well, education is very important I don’t know how you can think this is not a good memory.” She looked at her friend and Mari laughed. V joined and they relished the moment for a bit. Then, they fell into silence each one to heir own thoughts. Mari had that fierce dreamy stare and V closed her eyes.

The memories were just tools to make them more sympathetic. There wasn’t anything bigger about that. They didn’t create a special story for each of them and there certainly weren’t replicants with matching memories as Mari liked to think. 

She wondered if those things Mari said, were only to keep her sane and that she didn’t believe in it.

V wished she had an easy way like that to make herself have hope.

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EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED . . ➯ CEDRIC DIGGORY

pairing: cedric diggory x f!reader | genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, some pining | warnings: cursing, bad writing lmfao | word count: 2,098

isha's notes: this is a long one lol i got VERY carried away .. <3 i started writing this at around 6pm and i'm now posting this at almost 12 midnight KJSKJS this is why i cannot, for the life of me, post a fic a day (i salute anyone who does !!!)

“you good to go?” y/n, previously lost in thought, tore her eyes away from the window of the train. she hurriedly slung her bag over her shoulder and picked up the sleeping calico beside her, “yeah, yeah, sorry.”

cedric diggory stood at the doorway of the compartment, a smirk resting on his lips. he clicked his tongue and shook his head as the two walked down the narrow hallway of the hogwarts express. “if i hadn’t come and looked for you, who knows where you’ll be once you get your head out of the clouds.”

cedric’s hot breath fanned the back of her neck as he spoke. “oh, what to do without you, diggory?” y/n scoffed, “you’ve had your head boy badge for no less than a day and think you’re some hero.”

“y/l/n, i’ve saved your ass a hundred times,” cedric retorted back as he jumped off the train onto the platform. he extended a hand towards her, “at this point, i should be a chocolate frog card.”

“fits because you are a total toad,” the girl snapped back, ignoring his outstretched hand and walked past the amused brunette. cedric soon caught up with her, placing a heavy arm over her shoulder making y/n wince. “tell me what you were thinking about?”

“ow, ced, take your bloody arm — wait!” y/n shouted out of the blue, taking cedric’s hand and dragging him towards the self-pulling carriage that was about to leave for the castle. they sprinted as fast as their legs could while waving their hands frantically.

y/n can hear cedric’s breathless giggles as he holds her hand tighter. she looked over at him. the yellowy white glow of the moon looming big in the clear september night sky made his face look … warmer, contrasting the chilly breeze flowing past them as they ran hand in hand. cedric looked back at her, eyes bright and smiling. maybe that’s where all the stars went, she thought.

the two out of breath teenagers finally settled in the carriage after an earful from professor mcgonagall about punctuality. cedric and y/n shared a glance before bursting in laughter, ignoring the weirded out glances the two second years in they shared the carriage with threw at them.

that night, y/n lay wide-eyed in her bed, her mind racing with thoughts about the upcoming school year: the arrival of the durmstrang and beauxbatons kids and the triwizard tournament. as she pictured the image of the brunette under the moonlight, she thought maybe her sixth year was the start of something new.

all i knew, this morning when i woke, is i know something now, know something now i didn’t before.

y/n awoke that wednesday morning with flushed cheeks, eyes blinking uncontrollably as she tried to recall the slipping memory of her dream. they played back in fast motion, blurry and confusing. she was unable to focus on a certain still frame other than the feeling of her best friend’s hand stroking her hair, his soft lips finding its home on her forehead. she could still hear the echo of his voice saying something incomprehensible but filling her heart with warmth nonetheless.

she dashed towards the bathroom in their dorm ignoring the questions from her roommates. cold water trickled down her face as she rubbed her eyes, trying to remove the image of cedric diggory’s smile at the back of her eyelids.

“what the fuck,” y/n whispered under her breath as she stared at herself on the mirror. “what the fuck.”

“you okay, y/n?” emily, one of her roommates, called from the other side of the door. “we’re heading down for breakfast now.”

“yes, i’m fine!” y/n shouted back, patting her face dry with a towel, “i’ll just catch-up with you guys at the great hall.”

i just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now.

ever since her dream, cedric looked and felt like a different person. y/n couldn’t pinpoint exactly why his grey eyes looked dreamier or how his voice seemed to be laced with honey or how his touch felt like there were supernovae exploding on her skin. she had known the boy since they were little, wide-eyed and without a care in the world. he was just cedric — the golden boy of hogwarts, kind, brave, irresistibly handsome…

y/n shook her head slightly.

“this —” george bellowed out of nowhere causing y/n to jump in her seat, the ham from her club sandwich falling on the grass, “— is a gift for you, dear friend.”

“my ham is ruined!” y/n huffed as she looked at the sad-looking piece of meat. angelina, who sat beside her, chuckled as she patted her back.

“we’re sorry about that, but we bet you a hundred galleons that this is better!” said fred, occupying the space beside her. in his hands was a red box filled with what appeared to be sweets individually wrapped in colorful packaging. “take one, y/n.”

y/n looked at the twins sternly, cautiously dipping her hand into the box. “if this is one of your joke products, i swear to god i’m going to punch the smirks out of your faces.”

“shiver me timbers,” george mocked, a sly smirk on his face. “go on, y/n/n. try one!”

y/n took a piece, unwrapping it slowly to reveal a bright dual-colored pastille with a citrusy grape scent. she was about to bite off the orange-colored side when it suddenly flew from between her fingertips to a good few meters behind them.

“i just saved you from spilling your guts all over your herbology textbook,” cedric diggory, dashing as ever, stood in front of the small group. he held his wand in front of him, suggesting that he was the one who sent the pastille flying. he sat himself on the grass, picking up the discarded candy wrapper. “puking pastilles.”

“what a spoilsport,” fred exclaimed.

“we were just trying to test our products!” added george.

“on your unsuspecting friend?” cedric questioned.

“oh, come on, diggory. a classic weasley prank won’t do harm on your girlfriend,” fred teased, high-fiving with his giggling twin. angelina, who was trying to hide her laughter at cedric’s and y/n’s expressions, nudged the girl teasingly.

“sod off, weasley,” y/n exclaimed.

she threaded her fingers together, distracting herself from cedric’s burning gaze. her cheeks were a shade of pink from fred’s remark so she couldn’t show her face. as far as she knows, cedric was no legilimens but it felt like he could read his mind if she ever so slightly meet his eyes.

and all my walls stood tall painted blue; but I'll take 'em down, take 'em down and open up the door for you.

cedric and y/n sat on a bench at the courtyard. cedric was laying on his back, his head cradled on y/n’s lap as she read a muggle book. it was the night after the intense first task which cedric has graciously came out well and alive. the victory party had died down a little and the two friends decided to go out for a breather, the dancing and drinking tiring their bones but still refusing to call it a night.

“i’m scared,” cedric confessed. slightly taken aback, y/n put her book down. she looked at his face, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks devoid of its usual rosy tint. his grey eyes stared at the star-studded night sky, fearful and uncertain.

y/n stroke his hair gently. “i know, and i am too,” cedric closed his eyes, “the tournament … we knew it’s going to be difficult and treacherous, but i believe in you, ced. we’re going to get through this together.”

cedric wasn’t one to open up to people. despite his polite and friendly reputation, he was mostly a closed book. he grew up with the promise and pressure of greatness, holding his father’s and the school’s expectations on his shoulders. it was hard to show weakness when every one thought of you as strong.

but it was different with y/n. with her, there was no need to hide.

cedric opened his eyes. he met her gaze causing butterflies to erupt in her stomach. the longer he held her gaze, more and more appeared as they began to rise to her lungs making it harder to breathe.

god was he beautiful. so beautiful that she wanted to kiss him right then and there.

that’s your best friend, for godric’s sake.

cedric chuckled, shifting his eyes back to the stars. fuck, y/n thought. he’s reading my mind, i swear —

“you’re looking at me like that again,” he said.

“like what?”

“like you want to kiss me,” cedric answered. “trust me, i know, because i look at you that way too.”

‘cause all i know is we said ‘hello’, and your eyes look like coming home.

“i’ll see you after potions?” cedric asked as y/n sat with her friends in the great hall.

“yep, so we can finally figure out that stupid egg together,” y/n nodded, returning his smile before walking back to the hufflepuff table.

fred cleared his throat, “are you done ogling at your best friend?”

y/n sent him a pointed look, “what is it with you, fred?”

“you and diggory are the daftest, shallowest people in all of the wizarding world,” fred exasperated.

“cedric is the golden boy of hogwarts and you’re at the top of our year yet you two are the biggest idiots i know,” george added. “and that’s saying something because ronald weasley is my brother.”

“and … ?”

george sighed in frustration, “you painfully obviously fancy each other!”

y/n chuckled nervously, returning her attention to her lunch. “you’re talking out of your arse, weasley.”

“look, has he asked you out to the yule ball?” fred inquired as he leaned closer to the girl. y/n only stared at him without a word. “he has not? oh, he’s really stupid.”

“that’s not a problem,” george said, licking gravy off the back of his spoon. “you should ask him, y/n. we live in modern times, there’s no shame in that.”

y/n sighed, adjusting her posture. “i’m already going with someone, for your information. and if you excuse me, i want to eat my lunch in peace.”

all i know is you held the door, you’ll be mine and i’ll be yours.

she felt magical.

y/n stared at her reflection on the bathroom mirror, a big grin on her lips.

“y/n/n, you look so gorgeous,” emily complimented, tucking some of her lose hair behind her ear.

y/n faced her friend and enveloped her in a tight hug, “you too, emmy. i’m so excited for tonight.”

“i know! how lucky we are to be able to be in hogwarts during the yule ball,” emily remarked as they headed out of their common room.

at the top of the staircase stood cedric diggory. he looked so good just standing there in his black dressing gown and neatly styled brown hair. he had his hands clasped together, looking around apprehensively.

emily nudged y/n, nodding at the boy’s direction. “go, i’ll see you later.”

y/n smiled before heading towards her best friend. she drew a deep breath, “hey, ced.”

enamoured, cedric’s smile grew and his previous anxious feeling melted away. he held his arms open for a hug which she instantly accepted. “you look enchanting.”

“are you flirting?” y/n teased.

cedric smirked. “i have been since fourth year, dummy.”

“oh, shut it,” y/n scoffed as they descended down to the great hall. the pair found their place among the other champions and their dates, waiting for the opening dance.

shortly, the large doors to the great hall swung open. it was beautiful, the white christmas theme making the castle even more wondrous.

“you good to go?” cedric asked. y/n nodded slightly, linking her arms with his as they entered the great hall.

y/n met fred’s and george’s eyes, flashing them a smirk and a wink. their mouths were wide open contrasting angelina’s wide grin.

the pair reached the middle of the hall. a slow song began to reverberate through the room, the world disappearing as cedric and y/n met each other's eyes.

all i know since yesterday is everything has changed.