#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]

New Aurora and Cedric drawing just dropped. (it didn't dropped from the sky, actually it was hella hard to make, spent like three hours in this)

I thought a lot about deciding what Cedric would say, or if he would say anything at all, some of the candidates were "I love you" or "you're my everything, dear" "you mean the world to me", but I felt like none of these were actually enough to describe what he is feeling. The words "you look like a dream" are very simple and subtle, it gives off the feeling that he's in loss of words, it is by far not enough to describe anything, and the use of the word "dream" is not random either. This quote sums up everything and is still not enough, it's too simple, all at once. Just think a bit about Cedric's character that you'll get what I mean.

I live for them.

[iambicbrose]

Apprentice to the Royal Sorcerer - Chapter 8: Just a Formality

Rating: General Word Count: 459 Relationships: Cedric the Sorcerer & Sofia the First Tags: Telthar (OC), Original Male Character(s), Wormwood (Disney), Canon Compliant, Apprentice!Sofia, Reformed Cedric Summary: Originally unconnected drabbles, they were connected to form an arching story and added onto.

Having grown up in the village, Sofia was always interested in magic, and now she has the best royal sorcerer in the Ever Realm to teach her! But he doesn't seem to be quite as willing to teach as she is to learn, and Sofia really really wants to learn. Still, Sofia could always do anything she put her mind to. This was no exception.

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[sweetmariihs2]

So cute! I guess my Aurora fits then.

What features would Cedric's dream lover have? Gimme your thoughts

A kind face is a must for Cedric. Eyes that light up when he walks into the room and a genuine smile that's just for him. His dream lover has a gentle voice that soothes him when he's upset and and fingers that are soft as they caress his cheeks and play with his hair. They love hug him and snuggle under the blankets with him. They would love him forever.

Thanks for the ask!

[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

[felinisnoctis]

Petras Prime

Produced in collaboration with @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan and @sleepyfan-blog . Petras meets the chaos primaris trio. Much fun is had.

Warnings: Blood, combat, Petras being Petras

Tags @kit-williams  @sleepyfan-blog  @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @egrets-not-regrets @nightshade-victorian @legionsofthehungry

Chaos or not, Cedric needed to warn the newcomers of the danger they were in.  Fortunately, as an apothecary, it was easy enough for him to find a reason to visit.  Felix looked up at him as he entered.

“Hello there, apothecary I am not allowed to kidnap on pain of an angry death guard.  Are you here to check on your work?”

Cedric took a deep breath before delivering his message.  “There is a suspected Primaris Killer on Ancient Terra. He is a loyalist Black Templar Chaplain by the name of Petras. He is currently visiting this city with his warband. I don't know if the rest of his warband are potentially also murderous.  Also no, I have not told the firstborn marines. Why would they care?”

Felix thought this information over for a moment.  “Ah, so you brought it to someone with a mutual interest, instead. You're smart for a loyalist.”

Cedric narrows his eyes at the backhanded compliment.  “Your companions are injured. Petras is several hundred years old. I would advise caution.”

Felix smiled at him.  With his helmet off he looked pretty normal, other than the mark of Chaos Undivided neatly burned into his scalp.  “Duly noted, apothecary.”

Cedric nods, still tense “Those of us who have been on Ancient Terra have yet to confront him due to logistical issues.” Those primarily being his argument with Ramiel as to who should be bait. The young Justicar insisted it should be him, but Cedric strongly disagreed. Ramiel had been killed by the bastard once already, and he would rather not risk it. Ramiel had argued as he was Petras’s Apprentice- of which they have heard other Firstborn Black Templars talk about Petras talking about occasionally- that his reaction to Ramiel would not be able to be hidden.

“There are ways to conceal ourselves from his sight, should it be needed.”  Felix didn’t seem inclined to explain what those were.

“Among the Loyalist Primaris, we do not have the ability to do that. Not without possibly risking the life of the one who is bait. We've been arguing over who should be bait, as none of us wishes to risk the others.” Cedric answers earnestly. 

“Well, thank you for the warning, in any case, Apothecary Cedric.  Rest assured my companions and I will take due precautions around this individual.”  Felix looked almost shark-like in his response.

Cedric nods “Good. This is my vox-number, should you wish for my help, or would like to talk.” He offers the other a small piece of paper with his vox number on it. He has no love for Chaos of any kind, but Felix and his brothers are also Primaris… And if Petras is from when Cedric suspects he is… There is no way the bastard Chaplain wouldn't seek out Chaos Primaris to kill, rules and treaties be damned.

Felix took the vox number and nodded.  He voxed a quick message over <And this is mine if you wish to chat more.  I will ensure my brothers are suitably warned of the risks on Ancient Terra.>  Out loud he added “An extra bag or two of blood for our brother would help.  For the road.”

“Of course. I can get together a couple of extra blood bags,” Cedric says with a nod, sending a message to inventory. “Anything else?” Over text he wrote <I mean it. Getting kitted out on Ancient Terra can get complicated if you don't have a permanent base.>

A few minutes later Jophiel comes by with four bags of blood and a cheerful whistling tune, “Some of the bags of blood- still edible, but almost too old to be used for transfusion.”

He hands off the bags of blood to Cedric, glancing at Felix a little, his wings tucked against his back and only twitching a little as he sees the Chaos Marine- his scent, mutated by Chaos- but still Primaris, has his hearts plummeting to his stomach.

“Hello cousin,” Jophiel says, mahogany brown eyes flashing a little as he assesses the Primaris Marine, “Make sure to call us for trade- Ancient Terra is rather resource-starved without having allies in place. But- I’m a Loyalist- so who cares what I say, right? See you soon again. Dodge the hidden strike, Loud- but wily, age not yet dulled senses. Time’s flow ebbs in his hands.”

“.. What?” Cedric says to Jophiel confused. “Are you saying?”

“What?” Jophiel says in response, tilting his head a little.

“You just said some random nonsense at my patient Jophie,” Cedric says, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. He loves his witch-y brothers but they can be very odd at times.

“I said something to him?” Jophiel says confused, “oooh. My head.”

“Did you hit it recently?” Cedric says dragging the younger Primaris Marine to somewhere to sit.

“No!”Jophiel protested, “I think I blabbered a vision thing, but I don’t remember what I said.”

“It was… not very clear.” Cedric says.

“When are you going to be done with Felix?” Jophiel asks.

“How do you know his name?” Cedric asks.

“I ‘unno,” Jophiel says with a shrug, “he looks like a Felix to me.”

“Why did you ask when I was going to be done with my patient?” Cedric asks.

“Oh- Claude is uh…” Jophiel looked at Felix and looked away, “Claude’s gotten hit by the Curse of the Bat again.”

“Ah,” Cedric swore in his head, “I’ll get to him in a minute or two.” The young apothecary swiftly finished his tasks before going off to tend to Claude.

The young Librarian had curled into a small, dark space, wedging himself tightly, and was mumbling quietly. The witch-fire is crackling in his eyes and he’s twitching a little bit some sparks twisting along his form a little bit.

All bad signs. Claude hadn't needed to hide while suffering from one of his visions in months, not after he'd been adopted by Anrir and was getting proper training in the witchy-ways of the Eighth by Karlslor. Claude startled at his approach, dark eyes unseeing the world around him.

“Easy, Claude. It's just me.” Cedric murmured soothingly as he waited for the other to respond.

“Ced… Cedric?” Claude called out, reaching towards him blindly.

“Yes, Claude, it's me, Cedric.” The young apothecary confirmed patiently. 

“Good. Here. Safe.” He sighed, stumbling over to Cedric and leaning into him.

Cedric wrapped his arms around Claude's more slender frame, supporting the swaying psyker. “Easy there. I'm going to bring you to Karlsor, alright? And he can help you sort through the vision, okay?”

“Sounds good to me.” Claude managed out weakly.

It did not take long for Cedric to find and carefully hand over Claude to his mentor on Ancient Terra, explaining the situation as best as he could.

He then returned to base, putting together several emergency kits. The young apothecary stashed them in secure hiding spots near areas of the city where Astartes liked to frequent. Cedric was unsure where the possible fight between The Bastard and the trio of Chaos Primaris was to take place, but hopefully, if they did get hurt, he would be able to respond in time.

Meanwhile, Felix had a whispered conversation with Batsy and Mic.  Batsy still needed to not stress his legs too much, but that shouldn’t be an issue with how he fought.  Mic was more injured, but he’d always been the best shot of the group anyway, especially with his augmetics.  And they’d need to make sure that Batsy was well topped off on blood so he could use his powers.

He also conveyed Jophiel’s strange words to Batsy.  The chaos psyker would almost certainly be the best to deal with his loyalist cousin’s vision. 

Petras had finished doing some Chaplain-specific duties at the local Imperial Fist and Salamander run Loyalist base near Gannet Point. He had informed his Crusade that he’d been gone for a few hours.

He had not quite been truthful about how long he’d be attending his Chaplain duties at the base, he also needed to get some more of the… Excessive Delights that the bastard of a Chaotic Slanneshi Emperor’s child made for him.

He had gotten his order of chocolates- and had ugh, been forced to talk to that damned annoying Apothecary Hura- who ran some tests on him- some blood tests and toxicology reports.

He was a bit short and irritable, but it made sense, damned Chaos Bastards thinking they were so high and mighty. Feh. He did their stupid little tests and did fill out the dumbfuck questionnaires that the Apothecary insisted that he fill out.

When he initially refused to do the questionnaires, Apothecary Hura smiled at him and told him that, until he got all of this busy work of medical stuff done, he won’t be able to get his Excessive chocolates until he does.

He begrudgingly filled it out. Some of the questions were behavioral in nature, others were utterly bizarre and quite frankly, almost insulting at the implications that he might be corrupting into being a Chaos marine. Which he isn’t. He’s a True Son of Dorn, a Loyalist. It’s just that one bruise isn’t healing as fast as he thinks it should, and it’s starting to darken in some parts, and take the shape of a plant, almost, a thorny, flowering plant. But that’s just ridiculous and he doesn’t write that down. As that is none of Hura’s business to know.

Petras pops one of the chocolates into his mouth and he sighs, the delicious bitter-sweet notes of the chocolate melt on his tongue as he tucks the rest of the bag of Excessive Delights into one of the tactical pouches on his armor he continues to walk on.

Sometime later, Petras spotted something in the distance - likely another abomination, from the way the bulky marine moved.  Alone, this time.  As he got closer he could see the chaos markings on the marine’s armor.  So one of the primaris had finally shown their true colors.  He prepared the attack, getting as close as he could to the apparently unaware abomination before charging in to attack.

Meanwhile, Batsy and Mic hid in the shadows, Batsy’s psychic powers keeping them hidden.  Of course it only worked so long as they held perfectly still and didn’t make a sound.  Which was very hard as the effort made his fangs ache with blood thirst.

“DISGUSTING ABOMINATION IN THE NAME OF THE GOD EMPEROR I SHALL CLEANSE YOU FROM HOLY TERRA!” Petras bellows at the Chaos Abomination, vindication fills him, seeing this one reveal his true, disgusting, putrid colors.

Felix drew the chainsword at his hip as Petras started yelling.  “Yes yes I'm an abomination, thank you for the compliment.”  Chainsword gears revved as he pulled a bolt pistol as well, leveling it at Petra's chest.

Petras flicks his wrist, using his off hand to activate his tempormortis. The bubble encapsulates all three of his foes- not that he knows about the other two yet. It makes their movements incredibly slow so he’s easily able to dodge both his sword and bolt pistol as he smirks at the Chaos Abomination.

From the shadows, behind Batsy’s psychic veil, Mic lined up a shot, various implants and secondary cogitators rapidly tracking and analyzing Petras’s movements.  He aims at the weak spot in the armor underneath Petras’s sword arm and fires a single bolt-carbine shell, hoping to catch the chaplain off guard and even the odds.  Just as his shot is about to strike, Batsy takes off into the air, shadows dropping away to the sound of opening wings.

Petras grunts at the pain and the feeling of a bullet piercing through his armor and he staggers and snarls, lashing out with his weapon and looking around, “What foul treachery is this?!”

Petras hooks his tempermortis to his belt and switches his sword to his other hand and vox calls his Crusade, “Foul Chaos Traitors are attacking me! Backup requested- I’m sending you my coordinates-!”

He fights Felix and dodges Batsy’s first couple of swooping attacks. It helps that Batsy gets hit by the effects of the Tempermortis. Petras is counting down the seconds until the time dilation field turns off.

Felix taunts him in response, although his words are slowed by the field.  “Vox is jammed, they can’t hear you.  You’ll have to deal with us abominations all by yourself.”  His chainsword slashed the air again, not so much trying to wound as attempting to fend Petras off.  He still suffers a nasty wound across his belly as Petras’s power claw bites through his armor.

“You damned heretical chaos witches!” He spits back enraged.

Petras focuses his attention on Felix and the bat-abomination and manages to use his electrified power claw to pierce through one of Batsy’s wings and grabs it and with a brutal flick of his wrist breaks one of his wings at the joint before trying to cut off his head. Batsy in turn ducks under the wrist as he lands, bringing a massive force axe up towards Petras’s body even as pain shoots through his injured leg.  The psy-weapon rings off his armor as Felix aims another series of bolt shells towards the back of Petras’s legs, hoping to take advantage of his inability to face both sides at once.

He swears and dodges, while his eyes scan both of his opponents as he also tries to seek out where the Sniper is as well. He avoids the disgusting pox-ridden Nurglite and the other chaos abomination, whose allegiance is less certain.

“Foul Abominations, Kneel and repent, and die for your sins,” Petras barks out, “And the God Emperor, will then Forgive you.”

“But Apothecary Hura says I’m not supposed to use my leg for a while!” Batsy whined back, favoring his leg and compensating for it with his uninjured wing.  More bolt shells sang by Petras’s head as Mic fired from his spot behind a large rock nearby.  Batsy swung his axe again and again, hoping to beat Petras back with the sheer force, while Felix sought a weak spot in his armor to plunge his chainsword into.

One of Petras’s eyes twitches, “Of course you abominations know that fucking pain in the ass blighted, grotesque Apothecary. Ugh. Fucking Chaos!”  Right as he was distracted he felt something smack into his hip and stick there.

He tries to pull it off and toss it at one of the Chaos Abominations, “Fuck off, and damnation to you all!”  It sticks to his fingers, costing him a precious few milliseconds.  Which was all the time the shaped charge needed to go off. “Damn you to the Eternal hellfire of the God Emperor!”

The explosion staggers Petras enough that he collapses. Between his armor and his own superhuman healing factor, he should recover.  Except the blows didn’t stop, smashing into his limbs to shatter them one by one, then shatter them again before moving into his chest.  Carefully avoiding any blow that would be immediately fatal.

“May you suffer a thousand times over!” Petras snarls, as he tries to fight- continue to attack them, but his limbs betray him, his flesh which sings of pain, refuses to move. His eyes glare at them with Fire of the God Emperor as he continues to spit insults at him until he passes out.

It’s a bitter mockery of the times when he’s beaten Primaris, until they have fallen, and then continued to keep striking them while they were down. No Mercy, No Fear, no quarter given. If he survives this… He will make sure they pay for this.

[nox-in-a-box]

The look. The. Look.

[sweetmariihs2]

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[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.

[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.

[echantedtoon]

A Wizard's (Matchmaker) Apprentice

Sofia notices that Mr. Cedric happens to be particularly nervous around one particular maid after some sisterly advice she decides to not only be his apprentice but a little matchmaker too.

There was a few things she was absolutely sure she was good at. Jump rope, hopscotch, and baking her mother's favorite cookies to name a few however she wasn't so good at practicing magic spells. Turning a ruby to a rock, a line into an emerald, and a show into a perfect glass slipper was perfectly fine for her to do but she was having difficulties with the new potions Professor Merryweather had assigned to her class 

Luckily she knew exactly who to turn to for help!

Mr. Cedric the King's sorcerer! He helped her once before and surely he could help her learn how to make these complex potions! So when she had turned up to his courters requesting to become his apprentice again he was eager to agree. By now she was familiar with how Mr. Cedric liked to have his books aligned and how he liked his potion bottles lined up from tallest to smallest or how he wanted just a few cobwebs to remain to give off that creepy sorcerer's lair without all the dust making him sneeze.

However unlike the last time she had been his apprentice she had noticed something strange about the place. It was much cleaner than the last time she visited him. Did he learn how to organize his space better? Or did he use some kind of cleaning spells? No. No that wasn't the case at all really and she'd find out why quickly on her first day of being an apprentice again.

"Remember measurements ARE important!," the resident sorcerer stressed with his back turned to her and one hand pointed upwards. "The reason why you can't get your levitation potion to work is because you kept putting in too many teaspoons of dried dove feathers."

The small mini cauldron heated over the small bunsen burner bubbled and boiled at the precise temperature needed for the recipe. Turned on by her and adjusted properly by Mr. Cedric to correct her before scolding her of having to learn how to regulate heat on the cauldron as well. 

"Right!" This time she made sure to put two spoonfuls of the white powdery substance in the cauldron instead of three from the small jar she held turning the bubbling water from a blue to a white in color. "Got it! What's the next step Mr. Ceedrick?"

"It's CEDRIC," he corrected her yet again with an annoyed tone before sighing. "Continuously stir the cauldron for exactly five minutes! Any second more and it'll turn into a flying potion instead of a levitation potion."

"There's a difference?"

"Yes! Levitation is just hovering in one place while flying means you're constantly moving about in the air. No wonder you needed guidance. Who gave such a young child this assignment anyways?"

Before she had the chance to answer there was a loud knocking at the door that had caught both of their attentions.

The wizard sighed again annoyed. "Good graces what now? You may enter!"

Sofia's eyes turned and blinked as the door opened up and in squeaked a cart. The kind that the butlers would use to bring dinner to the table. It's squeaky wheels filled the spaces with loud creaks followed by the clacking of heels as a maid walked in however she didn't recognized who it was although she was very pretty.

The woman smiled friendly at the sorcerer who had frozen upon seeing her. "Good morning, Mr. Cedric." Then she turned to her and bowed lightly. "Her highness. I've been informed about the princess taking up temporary apprenticeship here, so I brought along breakfast for the both of you."

Her arm gestured to the cart which she just now noticed was covered in silver covers probably containing the food underneath judging by the smells it was fried eggs, sausage, and maybe pancakes. A pitcher and two glasses were set beside the covered plates. 

"And of course I brought along something for your lovely raven."

"I'm a crow!.. But I'll let it slide for the mealworms and corn," wormwood muttered but only she could understand that as he excited awaited his silver bowl of food.

"His feathers seemed to have gotten glossier since starting his new diet," she commented gazing fondly at the crowd before turning to sorcerer. "Shall you be needing anything else, Mr. Cedric?"

"U-U-Uh-..." He shook his head before clearing his throat and turning away. "N-No. You may go now. As you can see we're quite busy."

She bowed. "As you wish. I'll come by again at noon with your lunches."

Without further ado, she left leaving the young princess to watch her in awe. "..Who was that?"

Cedric waved her off with a sour expression. "Oh that. She's not one re-really." He stuttered which had her raising an eyebrow at him. "Baileywick convinced King Roland that my part of the castle was behind in upkeep and hired new maids to keep it in shape. He even dated to have one assigned to clean my lair."

"Oh. And she brings you meals too!" She smiled getting up from the boiling cauldron to make her way over to the cart. Lifting up the silver covers lead her to happily discover perfect pancakes with her sausage and eggs.

"Actually...No. I made the mistake of skipping a meal just once in front of her and of course she had to inform Baileywick of it so now she's tasked with bringing me two meals a day! It's annoying to say the least."

"Mm! Call it annoying all you want! If I get this delicious food twice a day I won't complain," Wormwood muttered from between beakfuls of food.

She didn't complain either. She had pancakes! And the pitcher was orange juice. She was happily digging in when Cedric cried out from the cauldron boiling over from being unattended. Oops. They'd have to start all over again after they ate breakfast which was delicious!! He was still cleaning up the mess with some rags when she returned again with the cart, this time with what presumably was their lunches. But paused at the sight of Cedric frozen mid scrub on his hands and knees and Sophia still stirring the cauldron.

"Oh, dear. What happened?"

"I-I-I-I-..W-Well you see-. Hmm." He had stuttered out before freezing up again much to Sophia's growing confusion.

"The potion bubbled over," she explained in his stead still stirring. "So we had to redo it and clean up."

"Oh." She pushed the cart to the side. "I'll was going to mop in here anyways. Let me go get a mop and bucket and I'll help you."

"N-NO!" Cedric shouted from the floor. "You don't-..I-I me-me-mean I don't ne-need-"

"Don't strain yourself please. It's what I'm here to do. I'll be right back."

She walked away causing the sorcerer to facepalm himself and Sophia to tilt her head even more confused. What was all that about?

"What was that all about?"

"HA! You really don't know?" She jumped turning her head back to Wormwood as he flew down onto the cart and began just poking at the small bowl of cornmeal for him on the cart. "And here I thought you were smart enough to notice."

"What are you talking about?"

"Listen, Kid. You ever see a boy at your school get a crush on some girl?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Sure. Sometimes."

"Well that's what's going on here." He paid no more attention as he dug in.

Her eyes went wide. "Mr. Ceedrick has a crush on the maid?!" Her awed look turned back to the sorcerer whom was muttered to himself and stood up- Only to skip on the spilt potion and fell onto his behind back hitting the shelf and causing some books to fall on him.

"Ha! The drip fell the moment he laid eyes on her months ago and just kept falling. It's not like he'll ever get up the courage to fess up anyways, so why bother paying attention to it?"

A crush huh? Mr. Cedric? She watched as he muttered under his breath while starting to pick up the books and put them back on the shelf. As much as she'd like to admit it Wormwood was right. There's no way Mr. Cedric would tell the pretty maid how he felt...And Idea lit up in head mind as she stared back down at the cauldron just finishing the potion. Unless...She had a very good idea.

"Hey, Mr. Ceedrick-"

"Cedric," he corrected without looking up at her.

"Since I finished my potion, can I ask you to demonstrate a different one?"

"Did you even test the levitation potion?"

She blinked at him before quickly dipping her spoon in the cauldron, pulled it out, and watched as it levitated out of her hand. "Yes. It's working wonderfully! But back to my question. I was wondering if you had a truth serum." 

"Of course I do. Every king's sorcerer has one on hand in case the King's in dire need of it." He turned back to her wig a raised brow. "But why do you ask?"

"Well, one of the potions we're studying happens to be a potion that tricks others so I was wondering if a truth serum could cancel that out."

"Of course it can."

"Can you show me how?" His brows rose higher. "Please?"

He sighed but placed the book he was holding down and walking on over to a tall shelf. She watched with mischievous eyes as he looked around the many potions placed there before he reached a hand to the highest shelf and pulled a very small beaker containing an almost silvery, glittery liquid. Humming in satisfaction at the find, he turned back towards her and presented it out to her.

"Behold! The truth serum. Just a few drops on your skin will make any living creature tell nothing but the truth for the next ten hours," he explained proudly at her.

"Fascinating! Can you show me how it works? Please?"

"Oh. Alright." He was none the wiser as he carefully removed the cork and dropped just two of the silvery droplets on his palm before placing the cork back in it. "Now ask me a question and I'll try to lie?"

"Ok." She hummed again looking around the room. What to ask? Eventually her eyes landed on Wormwood still eating. She smiled and pointed at him. "Is it true that Wormwood's feathers are black?"

"NNnnnnn-" A loud drawn out n sound left his mouth as he attempted to say no but his mouth refused to say the vowel o. "I mean he issssssssn-" Again his mouth strained to try say the T sound to say isn't but no dice. All that was left was him making a strained funny face like he bit into a lemon making her giggle. Giving an frown he cleared his throat and turned to put the potion back. "Yes. Well now you can see why every king finds it crucial to have." 

"Fascinating. And it lasts for ten hours?"

"Two drops does. The more you use the longer it lasts. If you drank the entire potion you might as well forget ever having secrets." 

Perfect.

"Well then." She got off the stool and made her way towards the door just as the pretty maid came walking in. "Since I finished the potion I guess we're done for the day then."

"Yes, yes." He waved her off with a hand. "I'll see you now doubt tomorrow for that invisibility potion."

"Ok!"

She waited until the maid lady walked past her mop and bucket in hand until she placed down the bucket and dipped her mop into the bucket in the middle of the room. Only then did she shimmy on over to the door and only stepped out until her head was peeking in. 

"Oh. Mr. Ceedrick-"

"Cedric!"

"One last thing." He looked deadpanned at her. "Is it true that you're in love with the maid in the room?"

"Yes-"

A loud smacking sound went off as his two hands launched up and covered his mouth quickly. He stood there shocked and wide eyed... Before he looked at the maid that was also staring at him with a similar expression.

"Ok. Just wanted to know. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!"

She left them with just the sounds of the door closing.

******

[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.