#Cedric's Apprentice

[captain-amadeus]

[kmixon]

Cedric's is Best! Vs King magnifico !

We see both of them want "power" king magnifico more prowe???🤨😐😐King Magnfico, you have...... ALL WIFE,MAGIC, PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU!!!

BOTH OF THEM DON'T IMPRESS OF KING MAGNFICO......🥱🥱🥱 Look at them! Sofia & Calista aren't happy....🙁☹️☹️

Cedric got to be "KING" Cedric is fish 🐟 out of water 💧 BOTH HIS FAMILY ROYAL FAMILY TOO.😢 EXCEPT FOR SOFIA AND CALISTA

[nox-in-a-box]

Rewatched Cedric's Apprentice and the first thing I realised was that I remembered the episode name wrong? I always thought was 'The Sorcerer’s Apprentice'. Oh well.

Cedric is always a delight to see, of course. I love his song here.

Some bad quality screenshots because why not:

Wow he is short.

That posture would make my mother faint...

Aw look at him!! So happy he got it right, and he has someone to share the accomplishment with for once!

Sidenote but I didn't realise how drastically Sofia changed throughout the seasons. She acts so different here, so much more like a kid. My poor sweet, innocent child...

Aw proud uncle :)

I want to draw this sometime. However, his eyes freak me out just a smidge when you can see the colour in them.

I HAD FORGOTTEN HOW CUTE THIS PART WAS. I HAD FORGOTTEN HOW CUTE THIS WHOLE EPISODE WAS ACTUALLY. It's so different from the later episodes that it feels almost weird how different it is!

...I get why one would ship them (I don't, not seriously anyway). Out of context this makes great bunker fuel.

[sweetmariihs2]

she's a bit crazy and her way of showing affection is a bit weird but I swear she's a 10

I tried to draw Aurora looking up and Cedric looking down but it didn't really worked. I tried to make her eyes enormously big and overwhelming on purpose - but in the end the final look looks quite normal to me. Feels like Aurora's staring into his soul (maybe she is). She literally has hearts in her eyes.

[holybagelsstuff]

Sofia the First, Season 1 Episode 4 "Cedric's Apprentice"

[shychick-52]

Anyone ever noticed how half-assed Roland's compliments to Cedric seemed most of the time? But poor Cedric was so starved for any scrap of validation that he gratefully took what he could get from Roland (and it was probably still a LOT more than before Sofia came to the castle).

The only times Roland seemed absolutely genuine was in Cedric's Apprentice, In Cedric We Trust, and the finale.

And it bothers me that after Roland earnestly thanked him for saving Sofia in 'Cedric's Apprentice', and proudly pronounced to King Magnus "Did you see that? That's our Royal Sorcerer! The greatest in the land!", and then Cedric's invisibility trick worked like a charm, Roland went right back to treating him like crap throughout most of the rest of the series!! WTF!! Including being unforgiving of any "mistakes", like in 'Enchanted Feast'

S2's 'Enchanted Feast' was the first episode since s1 that Roland really was seen interacting with Cedric, so the fact that he trusted Cedric to put on such an important event in front of all the royals from the Tri-Kingdom area says he still had confidence in him since 'Cedric's Apprentice', but that's all the more reason he was still too quick to be like "That's enough, you failed, go away, no second chances!" when things didn't go right. Not only that, but Sofia gave Cedric all the credit for saving everyone later in that episode... and I'm sure Sofia and Cedric explained that Miss Nettle hexed Cedric's wand and that it wasn't his fault all his spells went wrong, even though that wasn't shown on-screen. So, you'd think Roland would have learned not to be so quick to judge him and assume the worst.

@cedric-my-beloved @the-gayest-show @tookishcombeferre @mushroomsie224

[cedricthegreatlybeloved]

Headcanon: After Cedric's Apprentice, Sofia had tea with Cedric every Saturday. At first, Cedric didn't like it because he had "a thousand things to do." But he eventually started enjoying himself since she always brought his favorite tea.

[nox-in-a-box]

I need to rewatch this episode dude. Cedric was freaking amazing in here.

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧... 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜?"

[majoresca]

I was rewatching the episode Cedric's Apprentice, and I had a question.

When Sofia accidentally drops a potion, not only makes her dizzy, but turns her into a lizard.

I wonder why Cedric would have such a thing?

Apparently, that wasn't part of his plan. Since when she transformed, he was desperate to get her back to normal.

So why would he leave a "lizard-turning" potion,if he didn't plan on using it?

I think that perhaps it is not literally a potion for that purpose, but rather a regeneration potion.

For example, since some lizards can regenerate parts of their tail,perhaps the magical equivalent of their natural ability, could be used to regenerate an injured part of the body.

It would be very useful for him to have something like this, since Cedric himself keeps causing accidents that hurt him and could also hurt others.

But in this case, it's such a potion it should be a very strong extract, having to be used in small doses. Because on the contrary, it would turn an entire person into a lizard.

Therefore, the spell to reverse its effects must have been one of the first to be taught to Hexley Hall students, in case of side effects due to excessive use.

So that might be why Cedric is so good at immediately reversing the spell. Because besides being a simple spell for him, it was a safety issue for whoever used the potions.

I imagine that Cedric must use this potion with worrying frequency, since he keeps getting blasts right in his face. In addition to burns, a flash of light would cause temporary blindness, a bang might make him deaf, the shock wave would knock him away. Not to mention the objects that would be launched, which would become dangerous projectiles depending on the speed.

So, it is possible that in order not to worsen his conditions, he uses regenerative potions with a certain frequency, to reverse and heal his own work injuries.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Autopsy

Author’s Note: This is the next part in Cedric’s adventures in the Astartes Husbandry AU, and specifically the Introducing New Primaris Black Templars arc. For other adventures click here and here. First. Previous. Next.  A big thank you to @kit-williams for allowing me to borrow her OC Anrir, and with helping me make sure I wrote Anrir well. 

Tagged:  @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @i-am-a-dragon34

Warnings: autopsy (mention), poor coping skills, physical violence, grief, 

Summary: Cedric and two other Apothecaries in training are putting medical supplies away near where Malachai’s and Lestras��� bodies are being studied. This is fine. He’s fine.

"What... Why would they place that organ there? It makes no sense whatsoever." One of the visiting apothecaries muttered.

"I was told that the mechanicus were in charge of the creation of the Primaris Marines. In the ensuing ten-thousand years after the Heresy, this is what they have come up with." Melinth stated, his voice steady if lilting a little with amusement.

Cedric couldn't quite tell, as their voices were muffled by the wall that separated himself and the two other apothecaries in training from where Lestra’s and Malachai’s bodies were being autopsied. But their voices felt full of mockery and derision to him. He gritted his teeth, continuing to perform the task he had been assigned.

"These organs placements are shit." A third Apothecary spotted "I may still be a traitor in M42, but this... This is utter shit. I can see a glimmer of advancement in the organs themselves... But oh..." He laughed, cruel and vicious.

"Care to share the joke with the rest of us, Anrir?" The first Apothecary prompted, sounding curious.

Cedric willed his hearts to stop pounding in his ears as he tried to breathe out the fury coiling in his chest, ready to strike. He was furious at the fact that one of those callous bastards were laughing at his brothers' bodies.

"It's just... If I informed the Emperor of the advancements that the Mechanicum believes they made to his Astartes' design... His reaction would be hilarious!" Anrir chortled.

Cedric could not take the callous disrespect and mockery that these firstborn bastards were making of his dead brothers. The sound of that fucker’s laughter rang in his head, reminding him of - 

No. He would not allow his mind to wallow in miserable memories that would only make him even more upset. Cedric and two other apprentice Apothecaries had been tasked with restocking this medical supply room as a group. In the past few months, more supplies have been mysteriously vanishing, and one way to try and decrease the possible vanishing supplies problems. He hisses a soft “Bastard!” In response to the continued laughter.

The restless Night Lord Apothecary turned toward him, having clearly heard his words “What was that? I’m pretty sure that box of gauze isn’t an Ork in need of strangling. You can just put it down like a normal person.”

Cedric glared at the Night Lord, a low growl in his voice “Shut up. I can hear them talking about the Brothers they are dissecting.”

The other apothecary in training - a Renegade Space Wolf spoke up “I can hear them too. It sucks that they won’t let any of us even see the bodies to learn the differences between us normal marines and Primaris, but that’s life. ‘Sides, I’ve figured out one difference between Primaris marines and normal marines already.”

“Oh? And what difference would that be?” The Night Lord asked curiously, head titling a little.

“They die like little bitches. LIke, there are what a dozen Primaris marines on ancient terra? And between the two found near this base and the six found dead across Ancient Terra in the past year or so, it doesn’t speak to how well they’re able to survive. Like. It’s really fucking hard to die on Ancient Terra unless you’re doing something stupid.”

… Six other dead Primaris marines? This was the first that Cedric had heard of more dead Primaris marines. Then the rest of the drivel that the Space Wolf had said registered in the Black Templar’s mind. The fury that he’d been struggling to contain boiled over and a red haze filled his vision. 

Cedric blinked once, finding that he’d moved positions from one moment to the next. He had pinned Algret to the floor, his knees on the bastard’s chest, his hands wrapped around the other’s neck as his mouth screamed into the other;s bloodied face and broken nose. Cedric felt his chest heave with the effort of pinning and choking this miserable bastard as his mouth screamed ‘- FUCKING CALLOUS, KIN-KILLING BASTARDS! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU! YOU SNEER AND LOOK DOWN ON US! USE US AS CANNON FODDER WHILE SPITTING ON OUR EFFORTS AND CALLING US ABOMINATIONS!” He managed to wrest control of his vocal chords from whatever was screaming through him. His voice was much quieter now but no less furious “See how you like it when you are the one being beaten and tormented over and over again.”

“He-ghk!” Algret called out, struggling futilely beneath him.

Cedric did not see the Night Lord Apothecary, but they were all cowardly ambush predators who fled before a more powerful opponent. His breathing was harsh and fast. HIs hands were still squeezing Algret’s neck hard enough to make breathing difficult for the mouthy bastard. “... You’re not worth the paperwork they’d bury me under to kill you.” With tremendous effort he forced his hands away from the Space Wolf’s neck. He got off of the Space Wolf as well, taking a couple of steps back.

Algret growled back as he heaved himself back up onto his feet, settling into a defensive stance “You want to fight, you unstable piece of shite? You’re on! You’re not going to overcome me nearly so easily, now that I’m aware you’re going to attack me.”

Cedric growled wordlessly, shifting into a defensive stance of his own, about to accept the challenge issued to him.

"And just what do you two think you are doing?" A low and deeply unimpressed voice demanded from the doorway, interrupting the brewing fight.

Cedric swallowed hard, before he turned and saw -

Fuck.

One of the Apothecaries who had been brought in to cut into his dead Brothers, to study the differences between Primaris Marines and Firstborn. He was a Terran-born Night Lord, from the pattern and coloration of his armor.

"I was talking about the dead Primaris Marines, and that it sucked I couldn't get hands-on study of either one of them when this lunatic  attacked me!" Algret whined, glaring at Cedric as he spoke. "He also was screaming about how much he hates firstborn Marines. Whatever the fuck those are."

“... I see.” The Night Lord Apothecary answered, a neutral expression on his face, though it may be a mask. “If firstborn Marines are bad… Surely I am something much worse. After all, I am Terran Born, among part of the first successfully created batches.” He stalked into the room with predatory grace.

Cedric could see the younger Night Lord Apothecary hovering in the hallway outside, but most of his focus was on the laughing bastard in front of him. His phone chirped, and he kept one eye on the advancing Night Lord, as he read through the text that Ramiel sent him. A small, vicious smirk appeared on his face. The other older apothecaries were also in the hallway and could clearly hear him. He rolled his shoulders back and stated “As the highest ranking Black Templar Apothecary within a hundred miles of this base, I am formally revoking your to do anything with the dead bodies of the two Black Templars currently on the surgery tables of this base. I revoke everyone’s privilege to do so, not just yours, Apothecary Anrir.” Cedric paused for a moment, letting this edict sink in before continuing “If any non-Black Templar Apothecary does anything other than stitch their bodies up, it will be a severe violation of the treaty for each of you, with each cut of the scalpel, or adjustment of the retractors. This decision is effective as of now, and will not be overturned. Stitch up their bodies and hand them over to me.”

“YOu gave permission to allow us to autopsy them earlier.” Melinth countered “Additionally, you are merely an Apothecary in training and do not have the ability to order such things to us.”

“I am the highest ranking Black Templar apothecary you can contact easily. If you want to escalate this issue, I will inform the highest ranking Black Templar in residence and you can talk it out with him. The Emperor’s Champion. I will inform him that you are refusing to follow some of the mandates of treaty that has been set forth. I will also inform him that your refusal to release the bodies of both Black Templars, one of whom had been a patient of yours in critical condition, and that he died while in your care.” Cedric growled, stalking towards Melinth. He was keenly aware of what he was unsubtly accusing the other of in public, but he did not care. It was completely within character of Firstborn Marines of M42 to pull shit like this on purpose. Why would they not do the same in M3 if they thought they could get away with it?  “Care that you did not allow me or another Black Templar to monitor while a brother was in such a fragile and vulnerable state. That after you pronounced him dead, while his body was still warm, you demanded I give you permission to cut him apart to satisfy your own curiosity.”

“Are you accusing me of allowing a patient under my care to die to satisfy my own scientific inquisitiveness about how his body worked?” Melinth demanded, actually sounding and looking mildly upset now.

Cedric figured that Melinth was upset most by the potential hit to his reputation Cedric’s accusations may cause, considering the fact that the six visiting Apothecaries were from differing factions and had some influence amongst their chapters/legions. “You’ve said before that you wished that you could take a Primaris Marine’s body apart, to see what the differences are for yourself. It would not surprise me if you… Arranged for that to happen, as you were handed an opportunity to ensure a Primaris Body landed in your morgue.”

“Oh… So the abuse that the both of them suffered is a common thing amongst loyalists in M-42, then. You wouldn’t be accusing another Apothecary of such a crime with such certainty and conviction if you haven’t seen that happen in M42 personally.” Anrir called out, an inscrutable expression on the Night Lord’s face.

His words halted Cedric in his tracks. The emotional impact of his words hit him with the force of an out of control Thunderhawk slamming into the side of a mountain. His gaze switched from Melinth - who was more visibly emotional now (What those emotions might be, Cedric couldn’t begin to guess. Nor was he going to spend the effort to try) - to Anrir. His eyes were burning fiercely and he hated the way he echoed “A… Abuse?” back at the older apothecary. A yawning abyss of horror had opened up within Cedric and had swallowed all of the righteous wrath that had been searing it’s way through his veins.

“Yes. Abuse. The Emperor would be furious about the utter misery that the Mechanicus put you Primaris marines through. You’re some of the most traumatized young marines I’ve ever met. And I’ve worked with Lamenters before. Get over here.” Anrir ordered, his voice going gravelly and commanding - but not in a distressing way, somehow?

Cedric’s idiot, treacherous body obeyed before his mind could halt himself, as he came over to the Night Lord’s side. He stares down at the shorter marine, just barely able to resist the temptation to shuffle backwards and cross his arms defensively over his chest. “What do you want?” Cedric snapped, eyes narrowing.

“I’m going to hug you now. Do not resist, you need one.” Anrir answered, closing the distance between the two of them and wrapping his arms around Cedric, holding him in a moderately restraining embrace. 

Half of Cedric wanted to melt into the embrace and start bawling. The rest of him protested very loudly at such a show of weakness in front of strange firstborn marines, so an angry response it was. He hisses down at the older marine, leaning away from him “How dare you just grab me like this?! Let me go at once you… You-” now was not the time to lose his words, but here he was. Unable to come up with something to say.

Also, Cedric could feel his body start to shake and tremble at the continued gentle touch. His eyes were stinging more fiercely now and he needed to escape if he was to not be seen or heard crying by these fuckwits. He blinked rapidly before the first treacherous tear started to fall, followed by more. SInce the stupid bastard wasn’t letting go, Cedric hid his face in one of the other’s shoulders, his body’s shaking getting worse.

Anrir heaved a dramatic sigh as he hugged Cedric closer, one hand coming up to gently pat his head “Honestly! You’re just as bad as Claude is. I wasn’t laughing at your dead brothers, by the way. I was laughing at the fury that the Emperor would unleash on those machine-worshippers if he learned of what he’s done to all of you. The organ placement within the two Primaris Marines would very likely have shortened their life-spans significantly, had the physical abuse that killed them not taken them then.”

There was one piece of information that was most important to Cedric. The lifespans thing wasn’t something he could deal with, but - “You… You know Claude? You’ve… You’ve seen him cry?” If Claude felt safe enough to cry around Apothecary Anrir… Then Cedric would choose to trust that his brother-cousin was willing to trust Anrir.

The Night Lord sighed again, patting his head once more, still giving him a one-armed hug “Yes, I know Claude.”

“Oh… You must be one of the older brothers he trusts, then.” Claude was one of the most emotionally reserved of all of them for reasons that Cedric was not going to think about right now, as he was trying to calm down. He wiped the tears in his eyes and tried that breathing trick that Miss Angela taught him… Which was startlingly effective. He lets go of the Night Lord, shame burning through him as he took a step away from the other. “I… Thank you, for helping me calm down.”

Anrir hummed a little in response “You scouts have been deeply traumatized. Emotional dysregulation is very common.” He turned and  glared at his fellow experienced Apothecaries “Is there a particular reason why you are gawking? The Scout told you he doesn’t want us messing about in the insides of his dead brothers, which I feel is more than reasonable.”

The other apothecaries grumbled, but all of them left the hallway, except for Melinth, who stared at Cedric for several long seconds before slowly turning and leaving.

Anrir left a moment or two after Melinth did, and called out to the others “Between the seven of us, and what we were able to study, we have plenty of notes. Besides, you all saw the muscle cording. The mechanicus succeeded in making the Primaris marines physically stronger. The young one was gracious enough to allow us some time to study a couple of his dead brothers. He could have refused us entirely.”

Melinth groused back “You weren’t the one who got accused of letting a patient die on your table on purpose, Anrir.”

“I suspect that is the grief doing the speaking for him, rather than good sense. Besides, wouldn’t you be a little suspicious, were your position and his reversed? Especially as it is abundantly clear - at least to me - that none of the Primaris Marines have been treated very well by their older brothers in M-42. His wariness and caution is understandable if likely unneeded in this time. Such behaviors are difficult to unlearn.” Anrir countered. 

Cedric pointedly did not look at either of the two firstborn Apothecaries in training as he completed the task that he had been assigned. He did pause part way through putting away the medical supplies to send Ramiel a message, asking him to start gathering what he needed to properly send off Malachai and Lestra… He also planned on speaking with a certain Word Bearer to see if he was willing to let them borrow a hallowed space for the funerals.

… He should also probably talk to Arnualt and Roland as well to see if they wanted to attend the funerals as well. A sigh left Cedric as he placed the vinyl box of gauze on its assigned shelf before leaving the medical stockroom, locking the door behind him as both Belek and Algrets had already left the room. 

[nox-in-a-box]

The look. The. Look.

[sweetmariihs2]

KISS! KISS! KISS! NOW KISS! NOW KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!

ME MAKE CEDRIC AURORA KISS

ME HAPPY

don't use my art please

(i took literal hours on this one bc drawing cedric's face was a struggle since I draw based on the cheek line and as you can see his cheek line is covered plus i don't know how to draw a side profile or a kiss so drawing their mouths together was also hard and drawing aurora's face to the side was even harder at least drawing her arm and back wasnt so hard and they look beautiful in the end i love these two)

(if you know them for a long time you noticed the moon and star reference. Sun and moon dynamic is not their thing, Cedric is her moon and Aurora is his stars.)

[florallylly]

ok fine i'm currently in a very bad place atm which means i've been consuming harry potter content practically against my will so. i will be sorting some stranger things characters into houses

eleven: chosen one sent to dismantle the system ???? gryffindor. arguably could consider hufflepuff bc loyalty but i think she more embodies a gryffindor.

mike: this one was tough bc i don't really like him (as a rule i don't fuck with adolescent boys they smell and get on my nerves. as a former math tutor i stand by that) gryffindor.

will: THAT BOY IS A HUFFLEPUFF !!! tbh mike asked the sorting hat to let them all be in the same house but the hat said </3 no thanks like will is plenty brave and could be a gryffindor but also it's toooo overstimulating for him.

lucas: hufflepuff..... like he's brave on behalf of his friends. he's brave but he also likes to keep his head down and not upset the norm. which is not bad at all like. that's just strategy. note how he joins the basketball team to try and balance out his friends' lameness

dustin: ravenclaw... need i say more....

max: torn... i could say gryffindor... i could say slytherin.... either way she would eat those bitches up. i think i'm more inclined to say slytherin just bc out of all of the party she's the wiliest. she has schemes brewing. also could make sense with eleven being distrustful of her at first and the gryffindor/slytherin rivalry idk idk

jonathan: ...hufflepuff...

nancy: ravenclaw good NIGHT! i fear these two just feel so obvious to me and i don't care to elaborate !

steve: CONTROVERSIAL TAKE..... hufflepuff. he's so cedric diggory to me. like i made this steak for u mama .... he's plenty brave and plenty reckless but he also knows the value of constance. his goal isn't to adventure, it's to excel in the norms of what he does. also he likes how docile the house seems to the general populace like. the badger bites ... you just don't expect it. slytherin was considered but he doesn't want to LOOK sneaky he wants to be sneaky and get away with it.

robin: ravenclaw. why was she studying for no reason like. NERD!!!!! ur reading books for fun? ur literate? couldn't be me EVER

.... eddie: gryffindor. "i'm not a hero/i'm a coward" blah blah blah. reckless. ur a gryffindor. u literally walk on lunch tables for fun.

almost forgot argyle but he's actually hagrid's apprentice or some bullshit bc he grows weed in the greenhouses (hufflepuff)

[ushsblog]

Sofia the First Alternate Universe

Hi everyone! A few days ago I was thinking about an AU where the dynamics of Sofia and Cedric's friendship changes a bit. I have finally decided to share it, what better time than this week that celebrates their friendship.

Royal Pariahs

"Bad" Sofia and "Good" Cedric

In this alternate universe, when Sofia arrives at the palace, she starts having behavioral issues due to her inability to fit into royal life and the constant rejection from Amber and other royals. In contrast, Cedric, although still the same grumpy character with a past marked by the incident and lifelong bullying, has found a way to cope in this universe. As a result, he has given up on the idea of taking over the kingdom.

Since Cedric doesn’t attempt to steal the amulet, the events of "Once Upon a Princess" don't unfold as they should. Because no one at the party freezes, Sofia never connects with Amber, who continues to torment her, resentful that the castle staff seems to prefer Sofia.

This rejection fuels Sofia's resentment towards her new family; she refuses to call Amber "sister" and rejects referring to Roland as "dad." The only member of the royal family with whom she has a decent relationship is James, who has tried to support her in adapting to Royal Prep.

Despite everything, Sofia remains a sweet and kind person to everyone who isn’t royalty—a group she has come to despise due to the endless rules and expectations they imposed on her.

The Amulet of Avalor hasn’t been able to help her in this universe because, as a result of her bad behavior, it frequently punished her and eventually, she decided to take it off. After all, Sofia sees no problem in breaking the promise she made to King Roland, who has done little to stop Amber's teasing.

After all the teasing she has received since arriving, Sofia refuses to adhere to the protocols and rules as a form of rebellion to show her discontent. She refuses to wear her tiara or any other kind of jewelry, deliberately messes up her hair, and doesn’t care about maintaining her dress. She believes this is a way to annoy King Roland and Amber, breaking with the perfection that she believes is expected of her.

The friendship of Sofia and Cedric

Sofia is still interested in magic, which leads her to meet Cedric and become his apprentice, as in the original storyline. However, this Sofia soon realizes how King Roland and others treat Cedric. Since she is also rejected by the Royals, she identifies with him.

Cedric, on the other hand, sees part of his own story reflected in the young princess, leading him to care for her and try to advise her so she doesn’t end up like him.

Their friendship works somewhat in reverse.

1. Sofia tries to steer Cedric toward villainy:

After a year in the palace with no improvement in her situation, Sofia is determined to ruin the King and Amber. After learning a bit about Cedric’s past through Baileywick, she comes up with the idea that they could both seek revenge.

Sofia wants revenge for how Amber and other Royals have treated her because of her commoner origins and believes Cedric should do the same for the years of mockery and humiliation he has endured.

However, Cedric isn’t interested, having left villainy behind after a failed attempt in his youth. Though Sofia constantly tempts him with childish ideas to annoy the King, Cedric realizes this wouldn’t get them anywhere, especially Sofia.

2. Cedric tries to help Sofia with her family situation:

Cedric enjoys helping Sofia annoy Amber and other princesses at Royal Prep with spells and poorly enchanted objects, thinking it helps her cope with her tough life. However, one night he overhears a conversation between Queen Miranda and Sofia he realizes that these "revenge" schemes are only hurting Sofia more than anyone else.

Cedric reflects on where this path is leading her, imagining a future where Sofia is rejected and excluded like him. Determined to prevent that outcome, Cedric starts helping Sofia adapt to palace life as best he can.

With Baileywick’s help, Cedric teaches Sofia some of the etiquette she had previously refused to learn, while Sofia helps him overcome his fear of performing spells in front of others. This process is healing for both of them; they support each other in improving their relationships with others in the palace.

Together, they face setbacks and celebrate small victories, working side by side to change their lives. Essentially, they both try to improve their lives together.

And that's basically it. I just wanted an excuse for Sofia to act a little more like a mischievous child and Cedric as a concerned adult. Although Cedric joins in on her antics sometimes.

In the same way, I have written a little fic where Cedric teaches the Sofia of this universe to dance:

That's all! Have a nice AntiC*dfia week everyone!

[loosingmoreletters]

so about that regressing saintess trope—

Cedric was sure he was making a fool out of himself in front of all of his Knights, but he couldn’t give up after coming so far.

“Your Grace,” his Knight Commander finally addressed him. “Is there a particular reason we are in this city?”

The Knight Commander had already served Cedric’s father. When his parents had died, the Knight Commander had cared for him as though Cedric were his own child. The Ashvain duchy’s reputation hit rock bottom when Cedric inherited it, and many of the servants could’ve left, but instead they stayed to support the child they now had to call their lord.

The least Cedric could do was insure they’d survive this time.

When he’d woken from his seizure, nearly ripped apart by his magic, he’d been granted the memories of a future undone, the continent ripped apart by monsters, their only saving Grace too weak to stand up against them as she was caught up in intrigues of the palace and her training stifled.

“There’s a woman here,” Cedric said. “Brown hair, brown eyes, plain looking. She sells cabbages.”

For half the price if my customer looked really poor, Your Grace! Ah, don’t tell His Highness I said that…

“A woman,” the Knight Commander repeated. “Your Grace, have you—“

“I do not have a lover,” Cedric cut him off. “I wish for you to make her your apprentice.”

The Knight Commander stared at him in disbelief. “Why?”

Because a year from now, they will proclaim her Saintess and the Temple and the Crown Prince will dress her in silk instead of armor.

But Cedric couldn’t say that without raising suspicion or seeming like mad man.

“Just trust me on this,” Cedric asked and took a look around the marketplace. All eyes were focused on them, and there, right in front of the temple, stood an unassuming woman with a stall full of vegetables, wearing a farmer’s garb and an apron.

If she would refuse to come with them, Cedric would damn well strip her himself and put her in armor. God’s most beloved daughter belonged in the battlefield and he’d drag her there himself if he had to.

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Solace In This Place

Author's note: More of Ramiel in Husbandry. Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric.

Past -=- Next

Warnings: Some Panic. Discussions of Petras.

Summary: Ramiel has noticed that Cedric seems upset about something. He goes to his brother and lends his aid as an apprentice chaplain as best he can.

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"Cedric," Ramiel says calmly, carefully, "My dear brother, I have noticed that you seem a bit more distractable than normal."

Cedric turns to look at him, Ramiel had noticed the subtle flinch from his fellow Primaris Marine and the way that his eyes dart from place to place.

Seeking out opportunities to find cover, or trying to trace where enemies are and could come from. This reaction is deeply concerning, since so far, the First Borns in this base have been very gracious, welcoming, and soft.

Admittedly, they dislike worship of the God Emperor, and the lengths of their discomfort and dislike of it, has caused him to curtail public displays as best he can. Quietly tending to prayers with Cedric in silence.

As a Judicar, he's oath-bond not to speak of worship as such, as he's not gotten the rank, the honor, and the right to speak such word out loud yet.

He hasn't gone through those trials yet, and while he's so glad to have brother's Arnault and Roland around, neither of them have the training, nor are they apart of the Chaplains to help him through his trials either.

"... I heard Chaplain Feldarim of the Imperial Fists speaking to," Cedric's voice almost cracks and he looks away.

He looks around with renewed fervor as his voice drops to a whisper, making sure that none can read his lips except for Ramiel. He takes a couple of deep breaths.

"Captain Chaplain Petras," Cedric says tremulously, "Is one of the people that Chaplain Feldarim was speaking to."

Ramiel can't stop the swirl of emotions that well up in his hearts to due that whispered phrase. He closes his eyes and sways a little, as he goes through the calming rituals to keep his emotions in check.

Something small inside him is screaming in terror and heartbreak. Gently, carefully he grabs that part of him. Soothes it as best he can before stuffing it into a box deep within himself.

"The Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras," Ramiel starts for a moment.

He pauses as he tries to figure out what next to say that wouldn't cause undue concern. He looks around his eyes flickering from person to person.

"Is an elder brother of ... strong personality and ch-character," Ramiel says, silently cursing himself as he thinks of the punishments that he will have to give himself for the crime of stuttering, especially in public. "I am glad that you told me that he's... around."

Cedric blinks at his brothers, his eyes overbright and Ramiel pretends that he doesn't notice that Cedric is crying. Ramiel very carefully telegraphs his movements as he gently reaches out and puts a hand on one of Cedric's shoulders.

Ramiel feels very undressed as he's not in armor. Due to not being on duty shift and Per The Rules, since he's not on duty shift and Ancient Terra is... supposed to be safer, at least while in this base, he's not supposed to wear armor.

"Perhaps his visit to this base shall be brief," Ramiel says, even though the light has faded from his eyes. One might even says that the joy and hope that had slowly been nurturing within him had died a sudden and brutal death. "I... need to go tend to the elder Chaplains in the Reclusiam."

"He might be there," Cedric says alarmed.

"That is a possibility I will need to face," Ramiel says, his voice having gone hoarse and croaky. "Templars do not shirk from any trial or task set before them."

Cedric's hands clenched and unclenched at his sides and Ramiel points out softly, quietly, "Your mentor isn't here to... give you aid and advise. If it is the God Emperor's will, I shall greet. Mine."

"He doesn't," Cedric starts and stops, "He doesn't know for sure that we are here. If we are careful, we can keep it, that way."

"Does he know that there are Primaris Marines on this base?" Ramiel asks. "Does he know that there are Black Templar Primaris in this city?"

Cedric looks away, he had accidentally overheard part of the conversation with Feldarim and Petras. Ramiel notices the way that Cedric shifts and his hearts sinks.

"He knows of at least a Primaris Black Templar is on Base," Cedric admits quietly.

Ramiel seems to sway and stagger a little at that. He takes in a couple of deep, shaky breaths, and notices that he keeps shaking. He should stop doing that. He needs to project strength and calm so that he can help Cedric.

They had managed to find the rest of the others, and they gathered together as they quietly spoke about what they might do in order to avoid Petras.

-=-

"What is going on here, young ones?" A deep, slow voice rumbles out from down the hallway.

Most of the Scout-lings tense up, but Cedric and Claude give each other a look as they politely greet the Chaos Traitor Marine Apothecary.

Hura had noticed that some of the shy younger Space Marines were gathering together and seemed like they were nervous and trying to plot something.

Hura is ever one that tries to find opportunity to do something or see what has others all a flutter. It makes it so that he learns and finds out a lot of different things and gets him something that others crassly call 'black mail'.

Not that Hura calls the intelligence that he gathers that. Just tidbits of information that could be valuable to use at a later time and place if necessary.