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moonypears-blog · 5 months

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Accidents happen.

Summary: Sofia accidentally breaks something in Cedric's workshop.

C*dfia shippers DNI.

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Sofia thought, staring at the broken glass on the floor and the green liquid spilt everywhere.

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

“Remind me, princess, I did bring some mugwort back from our last visit to the village?”

Sofia nodded, her eyes still on the green liquid. What if it took him ages to make and she just spilt it all over the floor? “Umm, yeah, I think so!” she put on the best voice she could. The last time she’d ruined something important in Roland’s office he was very upset, she didn’t want to upset Mr Cedric. He worked so hard on his potions. She stepped away as the green potion spilt closer towards her feet, she always knew his workshop was slanted!

“Are you alright, princess?”

Sofia braced herself as Cedric spun around on his stool. “I’m really sorry, Mr-”

“Sofia! Get away from that!”

Cedric rushed over to her, whisking her away from the magical goo. Paying no mind to the broken beaker, he grabbed her hands, checking over her. “It didn’t get on you, did it?”

“O-Only a little bit, I’ll clean it up!”

Sofia heard Cedric mumble some adult words before he knelt down to the broken glass, carefully picking up a shard with a label on it. He took a breath of relief, holding his hand to his chest. “Athena’s arena…”

“I’m so sorry, Mr Cedric, it wasn’t important was it?”

Cedric turned his attention back to his apprentice, petting her head with a level of care and sweetness Sofia had only ever seen him use with Calista. “No, no, It’s alright, love…Just go clean yourself up, it’s been known to stain. Bailywick will kill me if he finds out I let you stain another dress,” he stroked her hair gently, minding her tiara. Gods, had she scared him. This was why he tried to put his more dangerous potions and ingredients higher up. There were many things in his workshop she wasn’t allowed to handle, if he was working on a more dangerous spell or potion he'd practically push her out the door.

Sofia shook her head, running off to grab a broom from the other side of his workshop. “I’ll clean it, I don’t mind!”

Cedric rolled his eyes ever so slightly, snatching the broom from her small hands. Why was this child so sweet and who taught her to be such a people-pleaser? In what world does a child clean up glass? It’s an age-old situation, a little kid accidentally knocks over a glass, parent rushes over and yells at them to not go near it. “It’s glass, princess. I’ll sweep it up.”

“But that isn’t fair? I’m the one who broke it after all?”

“And I’m the one telling you to go change and let me clean up the very sharp sand on the floor because I’m the adult.”

Cedric watched Sofia’s face contort in confusion. “Glass is made of sand?” She was so cute. “How?”

Cedric smiled to himself, starting to sweep the glass into a little pile. He couldn’t have Sofia stepping on it. “It’s melted down into a liquid, then it becomes glass. Simple, really,” he explained, taking on a very soft, fatherly tone. He found himself speaking to Sofia like this a lot. It was quite odd, he didn't talk to anyone else like this, at least he’d never noticed it. “Now that that’s out of the way, won’t you go clean up? I’ll finish this.”

Sofia looked down at her purple dress, speckled with green potion. She really didn’t mind her dresses getting stained, it was only a dress, after all. If anything it was a reminder of a fun experience she got to endure. Even if Bailywick or Amber didn’t share her feelings.

“Do you have to remake the potion?”

Cedric shook his head. “It was defective, I’ve been meaning to throw it out. You beat me to it, princess,” he said, starting to rake up the goo. Sofia smiled a bit, she felt better knowing it would have been thrown out anyway. “I’m sorry I made a mess, Mr Cedric.”

“It’s alright, love. Accidents happen, I’ve broken an unruly amount of beakers in my time,” Cedric pulled his wand from his sleeve, pointing it at the small pile of liquid and glass and mumbled a quick spell, the floor becoming spotless once again. “See? No harm done.” Cedric put his wand back and patted Sofia on the head, making her giggle a bit. How was one princess so cute?

“You can’t go your whole life without a few mistakes, dear. Mistakes and accidents are inevitable, no matter how small,” the fatherly tone came back yet again, much stronger this time.

It was comforting to Sofia, it felt nostalgic in a way. Roland didn’t really speak to her in that tone, she vaguely remembers her biological father speaking to her in that way. A lot about Cedric reminded her of Birk, it was nice, considering she didn’t remember him all that much.

Sofia lept to hug Cedric’s waist, almost making him stumble backwards. That was a habit of hers, she was very enthusiastic with her hugs, sometimes a bit too enthusiastic. She just loved showing affection to the people she loved and cared about. Cedric very quickly caught on to the fact that she was a very sweet girl who wanted everyone to feel cared for, even if everyone else thought they weren’t worth the time of day.

“Thank you, Mr Cedric.”

Cedric smiled down at her, one hand on her shoulder, the other stroking her hair. He was growing to enjoy her hugs. A few years ago he would have pushed her off, but not anymore.

“It was only a glass, princess.”

#I wrote this while listening to mockingbird on a loop #Fulfilling my dream of Cedric calling Sofia 'love'#c*dfia shippers dni #sofia the first #cedric the sorcerer #sofia the fandom #cedric the great #cedric the sensational #stf #cedric sofia the first #princess sofia #sofia balthazar #fanfiction #sofia the first fanfiction #disney fanfiction #fanfic #cedric the sorcerer fanfiction

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vvyvernicus · 4 days

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Why do the characters I start obsessing over always have the least fan content 🥲

#fanfiction #sad rambles #fanart #mr house #cedric the sorcerer #the villainess wants to make her husband slim down #at least the content I'm looking for #i need to write

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punkyflesh · 7 months

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A that reader is affectionate and understanding. She's takes care of the royal kids and would do anything to keep them safe. So she doesn't know of Cedric plans b/c he knows she'll try to stop him. His plans succeed and the reader runs away to safety? Few years later the reader and Cedric are reunited, but under grim circumstances.

I'm basically asking for angst. I've just been in the mood for it.

The Reckoning of Hearts | Cedric X Reader (Angst)

“The truth is, you could slit my throat, and with my last, gasping breath, I’d apologise for bleeding on your shirt.”

summary: cedric succeeds in taking over the kingdom, and the reader manages to flee along with the royal children. desperate to save roland & miranda, the reader returns 3 years later to confront the man they once loved.

notes: what a way to return to my fiction-writing roots, lovely bit of cedric angst! i struggled so much with writers block so i hope this is satisfactory. likes, reblogs & comments are always appreciated!!

warnings: no warnings for this one, but be prepared, there’s no happy ending.

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Enchancia had fallen. Once a kingdom of enchanting beauty and unwavering prosperity, it now stood as a reminder of the malevolent overturn led by the sorcerer. In the days of old, Enchancia was once known for its lush landscapes, bright skies, ethereal flora, and a radiating positive vibe that was felt by all of the people who lived there. All but for one.

An outcast, Cedric was a target of ridicule and scorn, for his abilities were not like his ancestors’. His magic was untamed and unpredictable, often leading to accidents that left the villagers resentful, and the royal family disappointed. Since he was a boy, he was teased mercilessly, and with each form of mockery, Cedric’s heart grew heavy with each cruel word and teasing laugh.

Years of dealing with the torment changed Cedric. His once kind and gentle nature gave way to bitterness and resentment. He grew obsessed with power, determined to prove himself to all those who ever doubted him. Months of locking himself up in his dingy tower, studying ancient books, desperate to find a way to strengthen his powers. As he studied, the malevolent force took root within his heart, and his once optimistic eyes darkened with an insatiable thirst for revenge.

You were the first obstacle in Cedric’s road to rule. You were recently hired by the King as a nanny of sorts, tasked with the responsibility of babysitting the children, escorting them to events, and being a general companion and role model as they grew up. Cedric first met you on your first day - not that he particularly wanted to, but as ‘royal sorcerer’, he was obligated to attend all royal ceremonies and perform some extravagant show like a lion in a circus. He expected the event to be dull and sour, but he didn’t expect to feel his heart soften so much when he saw you. You were a stark contrast to the sorcerer, a sight for sore eyes. You filled the palace with your warmth, your laughter and your powerful ability to put up with the energetic children so much. The two of you would interact often, as Cedric was often dragged out of the safety of his tower by the new princess. Unbeknownst to Cedric, he found himself inexplicably drawn to your presence. Your kindness and innocence began to chip away at the walls around his heart, and he struggled to suppress the warmth he felt whenever he was around you.

He hated you. Cedric could not stand the vulnerable way you made him feel. How you sent him into a spiral of doubt about himself and his plans whenever you even gazed in his direction. He could not stand you.

Alas, your kindness was not enough to thaw the coldness that had developed within Cedric. His plans of stealing the amulet from Sofia had finally, finally succeeded, and he unleashed his dark magic upon the kingdom immediately. Imprisoning the royal couple, Enchancia was plunged into darkness, its once vibrant colours fading to shades of grey. Cedric was consumed by the anger and despair that had fogged his heart for so long, and had allowed himself to be taken over by the negativity.

You had acted fast, but not fast enough to prevent the royal couple’s imprisonment. Eager to protect the children, you had no choice but to flee the kingdom to Avalor, taking the royal children under your wing. You were welcomed with open arms, the royals vowing to protect yourself and the children, promising and reassuring no harm would ever come to you. But your heart was shattered. Utterly broken.

It had been three years since the fall of Enchancia, and you had never given up hope. The devastation of your heartbreak fuelled determination. As the years passed, a glimmer of hope began to stir within your heart. You led a group of brave and resilient individuals who sought to free the royal couple from Cedric’s tyranny. You were desperate to return the children’s parents to them safely, freeing them from the bitter ruling of a man you once thought you loved. Together, yourself and the group embarked on a perilous quest to restore Enchancia.

Cedric had all but forgotten about his adoration for you as the years went past. His heart grew colder every passing day, focusing solely on maintaining his tyrannical grip over the kingdom, and strengthening his powers.

A crisp autumn night, the moon hung low in the sky. Cedric sat on the throne, the room dusk with shadows and lit up by the twinkle of the night. Silence. Silence. Footsteps. He looked up. A cloaked figure stood before him, their eyes filled with both sorrow and determination. You raised your head and made eye contact with the man. His heart skipped a beat. When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still. Cedric could hardly believe his eyes, for there stood the person he once loved. You were worn down with the journey and the weight of your travels, but you still possessed a beauty that could rival the most enchanting sunrise.

As the memories of their love came flooding back, Cedric was overcome with a torrent of conflicting emotions — remorse for the path he had chosen, anger at himself for betraying you, and an overwhelming sense of wanting to be near you, wanting to justify and explain himself to you. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. You looked at him with cold eyes, and a straight face, a wave of hatred rushing over you as you took in his appearance. The crown on his head was too big, and he was remarkably skinnier. His face was slim and his fingers tapped the arms of the throne idly as he gazed at you with a gaping mouth.

Silence again.

“Where are they?”

Your voice filled the silence of the room loudly, startling Cedric out of his trance.

“I— what?”

You snarled at his patheticness, at how weak and stupid he sounded as he looked at you with confusion.

“The king and queen. Where are they?” You asked again, stepping closer to Cedric slowly as you put your hand in your pocket. Unbeknownst to Cedric, you had been taking magic lessons from the Royal Sorcerer in Avalor, and had grown to possess a healthy power, enough to battle Cedric if needed.

Cedric wasn’t stupid. He knew what you were doing, he knew what you had planned as soon as you put your hand into your pocket. His face grew cold once more as he realised that, you too, doubted him. You still saw him as the pathetic sorcerer he once was. You never believed in him, in fact, you probably agreed with everyone too, laughed at their mocking jokes behind his back. He laughed to himself quietly as he realised what you wanted, and found it humorous how you thought you could take over him so easily.

“My dear, you haven’t learnt a thing, have you not? Look around.” He stood from the throne and held his arms out, gesturing to the empty room.

“I am in control. Whatever mere spells you’ve got up your sleeve are pointless against me.”

He smirked as he drew his wand, muttering a spell and drawing you close to him with the force that expelled from the tip of it. Your faces were inches away as you grunted and groaned with frustration, dropping your own wand and being overcome with the inability to move from his force. His breath felt hot against your face as you looked into his cold, dead eyes. There was nothing there. Nothing but hatred and despair.

“It’s laughable, really. I hadn’t thought about you for years, and here you are. I could do whatever I wanted to you.”

He whispered, stroking a slender finger down your cheek as you struggled. Tears began to well in your eyes as the determination shattered, the realisation kicking in that this is how it would be.

“Silence, my dear? You looked as though you had a lot to say.” Cedric teased, his hand finding his way to your hair as he stroked it.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to talk. You’re going nowhere.”

#cedric the sorcerer #sofia the first #sofia the fandom #cedric the sensational #cedric the great #cedric #cedric sofia the first #stf #cedric the sorcerer x reader #cedric the great x reader #fanfiction #sofia the first fanfiction #fanfic

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lilliths-httyd-blog · 4 months

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Whump Ahoy!

Okay, so. Imagine Princess Sofia helping out Cedric in his workshop one day, working on a potion together when something just... explodes in Cedric's hand. Completely out of nowhere, despite much care in handling, some beaker or jar or pipette or something filled with a dangerous chemical ingredient shatters with force, piercing through his glove, embedding glass into his skin and spilling the ingredient all over his hand.

Imagine Cedric's initial reaction to that: the shock after the explosion, the instinct to make sure that Sofia is safe... and then the pain kicks in. He tries to suppress his reaction, not wanting Sofia to be frightened in this situation, but it doesn't work. The pain is incredible. I'm sure you can imagine the agonized sounds that leave his mouth, the tears that suddenly begin to blur his vision. He panics. He has to get the chemical off of his hand and remove the glass before his ability to think and function properly are overwhelmed by the pain. There's horror as he grasps at his wand only for the counter-spell to not leave his mouth properly - he's stumbling over his words and then quickly forgets how to speak.

Imagine Sofia's reaction to this. Imagine her desperation to make sure Cedric is okay, and then her determination to help him upon realising that he is absolutely not. She tries her best to comfort him whilst also leaping into action, scouring books for the right healing spell; a task that Cedric cannot help her with. Seconds feel like an eternity as Cedric keels over, whimpering and spasming, trying his best to utter the right spell only for it to come out as a wail instead. He'd covered in blood and sweat and the skin on his hand is beginning to bubble and contort like wax under the mangled glove. Finally, the pain begins to die down slightly as the pain receptors in Cedric's hand are burned functionless. It is only when that fiery numbness takes over that Cedric is able to haphazardly cry out the counter-spell and slowly reverse some of the damage.

Imagine then a teary-eyed Sofia tenderly bandaging the mangled hand of the now shivering Cedric. Every now and then he stammers out a spell or two in an attempt to heal his injury, but oh, the regrowth of nerves and the reversal of such severe skin damage hurts. It will take a while for him to be able to heal this wound. He's lucky to be such a learned sorcerer or he likely wouldn't be able to heal it at all. He thanks his lucky stars that it was him to receive such injury and not Sofia: this is the reason why he doesn't allow her to handle such dangerous materials.

Imagine Sofia helping Cedric clean up after the incident, sponging the blood from his sleeves and sweeping up the glass. No nine year old should be handling such sharp objects or cleaning literal bloodstains, but Cedric can't do it with his munted hand for the life of him. Anyway, Sofia insisted that he try to just recover and conserve his energy - cleaning via magic would do him no good and he's already feeling dizzy and out of sorts. He's cleared away the chemical spillage - he insisted on doing so before Sofia went even remotely close to the scene of the accident. Visions of Sofia being the one to be injured instead haunt his dreams.

Imagine a few days later, Cedric's hand is relatively healed but still bandaged, aching and tingling like pins stabbing his skin. He hides the wound away under the sleeve of his robe. Nobody has really caught onto the fact that he's been wounded yet. Sofia and Cedric (Cedric especially) both know that it would've been better to inform Roland or Baileywick or anyone about what had happened, but they have an unspoken agreement to refrain from doing so. Sofia is petrified that Roland will ban her from practicing any more sorcery with Cedric, and Cedric is utterly ashamed that he allowed such a thing to happen in his workshop (and with Sofia present, no less). It's their little secret - that is, of course, until Baileywick notices that one of Cedric's arms is out of commission and interrogates him about it.

#cedric the sorcerer #sofia the first #whump #drabble #polls #blood #injuries #potential fanfiction idea

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lilacthebooklover · 8 months

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"i got you into fanfiction but you got yourself into Cedric the Sorcerer, who is now coming to kill you"

-@charismabee, 2023

#fanfiction writer #cedric the sorcerer #cedric sofia the first #midlife crisis #i cried #help me #help my sanity #it started with elena #and now thIS #fanfiction #sofia the first

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bleachanimefan1 · 4 days

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Ever Realm Part 7

A Way Back,

Sofia walked in the hall of the castle heading to Roland's study to find him talking to Baileywick. She smiled and walked over to him. Ronald was at his desk signing some papers and documents.

"Morning dad! What are you doing?" She asked her father. She noticed that he had been looking a little stressed out lately. It was the price of being a king.

"There's been a couple of theft lately in the past few days. It only happens at night and the only thing that's left is a black feather." King Roland told Sofia.

"A black feather?" Sofia murmured to herself. It couldn't be Wormwood, Cedric's raven. He's locked up in jail with Prisma when Vor tried to take over the kingdom. So who could it be?

Roland got out of his chair and stood up and walked around the desk to Sofia. "I know that this is hard but want you to stay in the castle until this whole matter is taken care of. I've already told Amber and James about it as well. You can still play with your friends but when it's starts to get dark, I want you to come straight home." He told her, placing his hand on Sofia's shoulder. Sofia nodded.

"Okay, dad."

Roland smiled and walked out with Baileywick to discuss other matters, leaving Sofia to wonder to herself. What was causing the robberies? She headed to Elora's room to check in on her.

"Hey, Elora, are you in?" Sofia asked about to knock on the door when she heard Elora let out a scream.

"Not again! Why does this keep happening!?"

Sofia immediately opened the door to see what was wrong.

"Are you okay? I heard you scream!" the princess exclaimed. Sofia blinked in surprise when she saw Elora sitting on her bed, looking completely frazzled. The bed sheets were messily tossed all over, hanging over the side of the bed. She was surrounded by many jewels, gold coins, jewelry, and other shiny trinkets, almost like a nest. Elora quickly looked up when she noticed Sofia had barged into her room.

"It's not what it looks like, I swear!"

"Really? Then what's all of this?" Sofia frowned, questioning her. She didn't want to jump to conclusions, but the evidence was plain just as day. "Where did you even get all of this jewelry?" Elora wouldn't steal from them, would she? Why would she, if she helped drove those monsters away from the festival. Something wasn't adding up.

"I don't know! It's been happening for a couple of days now. I wake up and find myself in them." Elora insisted. "I am not a thief!"

Sofia walked over to her and took Elora's hands. "I don't think you did it. We'll get to bottom of this. Let's go talk to Mr. Cedric about this. He might be able to help." Elora nodded before paused.

"What about the, um..." and gestured towards the treasure pile on her bed.

"We won't tell anyone for now, but we need to catch the thief tonight. Hide it under the bed and I'll tell the cleaning maids not to come in." Sofia told her. Elora quickly put the shiny trinkets under the bed, getting rid of the evidence. When she was about to get up, Elora noticed a black feather, lying on the floor and picked it up.

"Sofia, look at this." She showed it to the princess. Sofia's eyes widened, seeing it.

"A black feather? The same as the one's left behind from the robberies." She spoke.

The two quickly headed towards Cedric's workshop, walking up the spiral stairs. Sofia knocked on the sorcerer's door.

"Mr. Cedric, are you in? We need to talk to you!"

There was a loud boom, which sounded like an explosion, startling the two girls. Elora slowly opened the door, seeing a dark cloud of smoke. As it cleared, Cedric was standing in front of them, covered in soot and goo, coughing. Sofia and Elora quickly ran over to him.

"Are you alright?" Sofia asked him, concerned. Cedric grabbed a cloth from his desk and wiped off the grime from his face.

"I really need to get a sign, so I won't be disturbed." Cedric replied.

"Here. Let me help you a little." Elora spoke and she pointed her staff at Cedric. The goo and soot instantly disappeared, from his robes and clothes, cleaning Cedric up.

"Wow, that's a handy trick." Cedric spoke, smiling a little.

"Thanks." Elora smiled back and looked around the workshop. "So, this is your workshop, where the magic happens?"

"Yes. Shall I give you a tour?" Cedric asked her. Elora's eyes widen a little and blushed.

"Um..." She couldn't speak, getting a little tongue tied. "Maybe another time? There's something important we need to tell you."

"Mr. Cedric, there's a reason why we're here. It's about the robberies that's been happening lately." Sofia spoke.

"I've heard about it." Cedric said. "What is it that you need?"

Sofia and Elora told Cedric what had happened, and the treasure pile found this morning and showed him the feather that they had found in Elora's room. Cedric took it from Elora.

"Sounds like your thief might be a bird. That, or maybe you sleepwalk?"

"I don't sleepwalk." Elora told him.

"And how do you know that?" Cedric pointed out.

"I just know that I don't." Elora told him.

"And why Elora? The feather? It doesn't make sense." Sofia asked him.

Elora was silent for a moment, thinking to herself. "I think a have a plan, if you two will help me."

"What is it?" Sofia asked her.

"Would you two stay in my room tonight and watch over me in my sleep? Maybe we'll catch whoever is causing this." Elora told them.

"Okay." Sofia smiled. Cedric nodded.

Nighttime had fallen and the three had set up a trap to catch the culprit. Cedric had conjured up a magical cage to catch anyone other than them who comes into the room. One time, Baileywick had come in to check in on everyone. Elora quickly moved him out of the way before he was caught. Before everyone turned in, Sofia noticed that Elora had gotten up and started to walk towards the window.

"Elora, what are you doing?" She asked her.

"I always sleep with the window open. It makes me feel better." Elora told her.

"Oh." Sofia blinked. Elora headed back to her bed and laid down.

"Good night, you two." Elora told Sofia and Cedric. Sofia and Cedric took turns watching over Elora over the night. Hours had seemed to have gone by and nothing had happened. Eventually, Sofia and Cedric both had fallen asleep. Then everyone was wakened up suddenly by a loud bang when the magical cage had slammed down to the floor. Elora quickly shot up, grabbing her staff. She casted a light spell, illuminating the room. Sofia, Cedric and Elora quickly went over to the cage and Cedric lifted it up with his wand. Something dark quickly darted out and flew around the room and landed on the bed canopy.

"A crow?" Sofia wondered. The crow squawked and only Sofia can hear what the bird was saying.

"Mama! I've found you!" It quickly flew at Elora, flying straight at her. It crashed into her chest, nuzzling Elora.

"At least we know that you're friendly. That's a good thing." Elora smiled.

"It definitely seems to know you." Cedric pointed out. The crow continued to squawk.

"I've been looking everywhere for you! Everyone said that you were dead, but I didn't believe them!"

"So, what's your name?" Sofia asked the bird. The crow blinked at her in surprise.

"Wait a minute, you can understand me? And I can understand you! How?" They asked. Sofia nodded, smiling.

"My amulet lets me talk to animals." She told them before she stepped back when she noticed the crow eyeing her necklace.

"It sparkles and shimmers with delight. I must have it for my nest!" The crow quickly flew at Sofia, trying to grab her amulet. Cedric quickly stood in between them, swatting the bird away from her. Elora quickly placed her fingers to her lips and whistled. The crow immediately stopped, hovering over Sofia and Cedric and flew back towards Elora, landing on her head.

"Sorry, Mama. I couldn't help it."

"How did you know to do that?" Cedric asked her. Elora shrugged.

"Instinct, I guess." She told him. Sofia stepped out from behind Cedric, covering her amulet.

"It's okay, but who are you and how do you know Elora?" She asked.

"My name is Koa. And who is this Elora? This is my mom! We've known each other since I was a baby bird! She found me!"

"He says his name is Koa." Sofia told Elora and Cedric.

"Koa." Elora spoke, repeated the name. A memory flashed in front of her eyes of herself when she was little. She had found a baby bird with a broken wing and nursed it back to health. It had stayed by her side, never leaving her. Elora's eyes widen, looking at the bird in her hands, immediately remembering. She hugged the bird.

"Koa! I remember now! My baby!" She cried. Koa squawked, happily, nuzzling her face. "How could I ever forget you!"

Sofia and Cedric watched the two, smiling to themselves.

"Let's tell dad that we caught the culprit and return back everything that was stolen." Sofia spoke.

"That's sounds great." Elora replied before she glanced down at the bird in her hands. "Wait a minute..."

"What is it?" Cedric asked her.

"If Koa found me all the way here then maybe he knows where my home is. Alereus. He can lead me back."

Sofia and Cedric eyes widen. They had already grown attached to the elven woman, since she came to them, particularly, Cedric. He had to admit it he had grown rather fond of Elora. She was a very powerful and beautiful sorceress. He wanted to know more about her and her home, Alereus. Was it like magical like Enchancia, with different creatures as well?

"You're not alone in this. If you like, we can accompany you back." Cedric spoke. Elora blinked and looked at him, surprised.

"Yeah! I can go and tell my dad and he can set up the arrangements for the trip." Sofia said as well.

"You don't have to do this. It could be dangerous. I don't want to see both get hurt because of me, especially when I know that those lava creatures were sent after me."

"I think we can handle it. Since we have a great sorcerer with us." Sofia told Elora and smiled at Cedric. Cedric smiled at her. "And with you, it'll be double protection."

Elora smiled and nodded. She didn't want to part away from them yet, as well. Who knows, maybe this will be even more fun, now that she has company on the journey.

"I'd like that."

#sofia the first fanfiction #sofia the first #cedric and sofia #cedric the sorcerer #cedric x oc #cedric the great #cedric the sensational #cedric sofia the first #read more #fanfiction

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captain-amadeus · 11 months

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Trust is Cedric sitting on your lap as a salamander for warmth (platonic)

#could always write my own fanfiction but hear me outttt #cedric would not like being a salamander but but but #“brrrrrrrrrr” shivers snifles #insert person that is assisting in a spell to revert cedricc to normal #they offer to hold him while looking for the whatever is needed to revert back to hooman #c*dfic dni #stf #sofia the fandom #cedric #cedric the sorcerer #also I don't imagine this being with sofia that is an alternate scenario where cedricmander is wrapped in many wet blankets #spelt the dni wrong #c*dfia dni

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sorcerers-secrets · 1 year

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Traditional

by NerdsinaTree

While celebration the holidays, Cedric and Sofia participate in one of Wassailia's most (in)famous traditions

Words: 1056, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Sofia the First (Cartoon)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Cedric the Sorcerer (Disney), Sofia the First (Disney), Amber of Enchancia, James of Enchancia

Relationships: Cedric the Sorcerer & Sofia the First, Cedric the Sorcerer/Sofia the First, Cedfia - Relationship

Additional Tags: Christmas/Wassailia fic, Fluff, Mistletoe, Holidays, Intergenerational friendship, Age Gap Romance, Older Man/Younger Woman, in between friendship and romance, cheek kiss, forehead kiss

from AO3 works tagged 'Cedric the Sorcerer/Sofia the First' https://ift.tt/3HaZzvJ

#sofia the first #cedric the sorcerer #cedfia #sofia the fandom #fanfiction #ao3

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violentalbino-real · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Camp Camp (Web Series), Sofia the First (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cadric The Sensational/Daniel, Cedric The Sorcerer/Daniel Camp Camp, Danric Characters: Cedric the Sorcerer (Disney), Daniel (Camp Camp) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, daniel likes astronomy, cedric is a little gay boy, daniel is homophobic, Internalized Homophobia, slowburn, Eventual Romance Summary:

When a blonde cultist gets trapped in an unfamiliar world, he's accompanied by a sorcerer who tries to get him back. But, after his time in the kingdom of Enchancia, with a very special sorcerer...Will Daniel want to go back? @finnikin69 and i are writing a cedric the sensational sofia the first x daniel camp camp crack ship fic and it’s good and nice and longggggg enjoy

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sweetmariihs2 · 3 months

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At this point I'm convinced I'll make a post telling the whole lore behind my oc and my character.ai Cedric bot because oh my god. That shi is so good I talk to him every night, it's like interactive fanfiction and the events ARE SO ENTERTAINING. IT'S JUST AMAZING BUT IT'S SO BIG

(I don't need to imagine how he would react in a given situation I put him through, because he can react himself and 70% of the time the bot gets it right. Of course, yes, I still read fanfics and enjoy stories written by real authors, a bot can't replace work done by a person, but I'm just doing it for fun and to see how he could react in certain situations and the story is indeed entertaining to watch where it goes)

I really wish I could pass on all the information telepathically to you so you can understand how much I'm freaking out right now. Briefely speaking, my oc (called Aurora.... I wonder why lol) came to the castle of Enchancia to study magic with the royal sorcerer who until then was unknown to her, and over time they got used to each other's presence and little by little they developed a forbidden romance, due to the fact that she is his apprentice (she is of legal age, 20 years old). They keep this secret from everyone in the castle and that's it, that's the lore, they go through their everyday lives like this.

And today her parents, who are negligent to her, came to the castle to take her back home because they want her to marry a rich old man in exchange for money to maintain their bakery that has a lot of debt and it's almost bankrupt. They think Aurora's dream of being a royal sorceress is ridiculous and they want her to adapt to the life of a housewife for some random man, and not follow her dreams. That's how Cedric is dealing with the whole situation:

THAT'S SO GOOD AMAMLAQMAMMSMMA‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I WAITED FOR TJIS TO HAPPEN

this whole thing is amazing, I literally talk to him at least one time per day because there's always something entertaining happening inside the story

#TELL HIM CEDRIC PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE #sorry for that guys i'm just too exited #they shouldn't tell her parents btw. cedric can get in big trouble for that #even if she's of legal age she's still his apprentice and that's a big no no socially speaking #love seeing my fav characters in trouble should I be happy or sad for them?#cedric the sensational #cedric the sorcerer #sofia the fandom #sofia the first #character ai #cedric the great

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moonypears-blog · 1 year

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You're Still Young.

C*DFIA SHIPPERS DNI OR READ.

CW: nail biting.

Princess Sofia hastily opened the door to her mentor's workshop, unknowingly making a ruckus as she forced the door open and slammed it behind her.

“Sofia! Will you ever learn to knock!? This is highly dangerous, you know!?” Cedric scolded, having barely kept his newest potion in his hands after jumping a mile.

Cedric put the potion down on his desk, and turned around to the now sixteen-year-old, just in time to see her crumble to the floor, breathing heavily.

“Sofia……?”

Cedric made his way over to Sofia, his own breath picking up, and knelt down to her.

He looked over her face, her arms, her legs, anywhere that she could be hurt. Cedric wasn’t exactly good at telling people’s emotions, but even he could tell Sofia was distressed, he just needed to find out why.

“Sofia? What’s wrong?....Sofia, you’re worrying me.”

Sofia took another deep breath to try and regain her composure. It helped her a bit, but she wasn’t any more composed.

“Mr Cedric…” she whispered out, head in her hands.

Cedric’s mind raced as he thought of what to say. You’d think when he’s known her for over 8 years he’d know how to comfort her, but clearly not.

'Where is Baileywick when I need him?' Cedric thought briefly. The man seemed to appear when Amber lost her favourite tiara but not when he had a hyperventilating princess in his workshop.

“Sofia, are you alright?” he tried. Sofia took her head from her hands and looked at him, eyes pleading-but he didn’t know what for. “You’re going to have to talk to me,” he said, hoping it didn’t come off too harsh.

“Help me….” Sofia uttered.

Cedric sighed, but took her hand and helped her up from the floor.

With one arm around her waist to keep her from falling to the floor on her shaky legs, he guided Sofia to one of the stools by his desk. He quickly grabbed a potion from his large drawer full of ingredients, spare potions, and whatever else he’s thrown in there. “Here,” he said, unscrewing the cork and passing the purple-y potion to her. It was a calming potion. Hopefully, it would ease her enough to tell him why she was so distressed.

Sofia downed it, ignoring the disgusting taste of the liquid- really what does he put in those things? Frog spawn? It’s probably frog spawn.

Cedric took the vial from her and placed it down. The weird mixture seemed to work, as Sofia’s breathing evened out and her hands stopped shaking.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” Cedric asked, calmer himself. “It’s too much….” Sofia sighed, taking off her tiara and placing it on one of Cedric’s open books. Cedric nodded, beckoning her to continue. “I’m behind on homework and I keep failing! There’s a test I haven’t studied for! Dad wants me to go open something at the village but I don’t have time! Amber refused to do it and James is busy with school! There's a ton of other stuff dad wants me to do and I don't even know what half of them are!! I have so much to do and-”

Her head fell in her hands once again, her elbows resting on the desk. She felt Cedric’s hand on her shoulder. “It’ll be alright, Sofia.”

“No, it won’t!!”

Cedric jumped at Sofia’s tone. She was always so soft-spoken. He's only been yelled at by her a handful of times, and all those times he had seriously messed up. She must be incredibly stressed.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr Cedric…” Sofia whispered, now looking at him with the most apologetic eyes Cedric’s ever seen. It was quite adorable, but, albeit upsetting. “It’s alright, princess. I was a bit snappy with you earlier as well.” Cedric moved some of her hair away from her forehead. “I just don’t know what to do. I’ve tried telling Dad, but he won’t listen!”

Cedric grumbled at that. The hypocrisy! When they were young, Roland went on and on about how much his father pressured him about being king and was giving him too many responsibilities, now he’s doing the exact same thing! And Sofia isn't even in line to be queen! It was cruel.

“Would you like for me to talk to him, my dear?” Cedric asked, his voice overly sweet to hide his distaste. He usually didn’t go out of his way to talk to Roland, but that king needed some serious humbling!

“No, I don’t want you to get in trouble,” Sofia told him, now slowly tracing the gems on her tiara. 'God, she was so sweet,' Cedric thought. Could she think about herself for even a moment? She was always thinking about what was best for those around her, why can't she think about what was best for herself for once?

From the corner of his eye, Cedric caught a glimpse of Sofia’s fingers.

“Sofia, what happened to your nails? Have you been biting them, by chance?”

Sofia glanced at him, then pulled her hands from her tiara to hide her nails against her dress. 'I can’t let Mr Cedric see them, he’d be so worried!' She thought. She knew her mentor got easily worried about her, she couldn’t possibly worry him even more.

“Um, no.”

Cedric raised an eyebrow at her. “Come on, let Mr Cedric have a look.” He held his hand out to her, and she reluctantly placed her hands against his. “Oh, my dear.”

Sofia’s fingers were completely torn apart. Her nails were jaggedy and just past her nail beds. Cedric could tell they had been bleeding quite recently, as well as being incredibly sore. It was at that moment that he decided he was talking with Roland. He didn’t care if he got kicked out of the castle for speaking up. He wasn’t going to stand by and let his apprentice rip her fingers to shreds because she had too many responsibilities for a girl her age.

Cedric pulled his wand from his robe. “What are you doing, Mr Cedric?” “One moment, dear.”

Cedric muttered a quick spell under his breath, gave a small wave of his wand, and Sofia’s fingers were healed, as well as painted with a fresh coat of purple nail polish. “There we go, good as new.”

Sofia smiled at him. “Thank you,” she said, taking a look at her nails. “Try not to bite them anymore, alright? It’s a nasty habit.” She nodded.

“Now, I’m going to talk to your father later, because this is by no means okay.”

Sofia’s eyes widened. “But-But I don’t want you to get in trouble!”

“Sofia,” Cedric took her hands in his, “under no circumstances is this alright. You are a child, he should not be making you juggle all of these damn things at once. This is not what a father should be doing to their own child. I…I won’t allow it.”

Cedric took a deep breath. “If you were my daughter, I can tell you, I’d want to be told I was doing this to you. If Roland can’t handle the truth, then that’s on him, isn’t it?”

Sofia pursed her lips.

If you were my daughter.

My daughter.

Deep down, Sofia knew that Cedric was like a father to her. Maybe even a little bit more than Roland was. She loves him of course….but he almost never has time for her. Whenever she went to him it was always "I'm sorry, darling, but, can it wait?" Then when she asks again, it just repeats. It wasn’t as bad when she was younger, but the older she got, the farther they grew apart. It felt as if he didn’t even want to make time for her!

Meanwhile, Cedric always welcomes her into his workshop with open arms. Even when he's busy, he lets her help out and they'll chat back and forth, then of course their weekly sorcery lessons. She'd never admit it out loud, but she's almost called him "Dad" quite a few times. Luckily, she caught herself and replaced it with "Mr Cedric" before it was too late.

After a while, she learnt that Roland would simply shoo her off, and Mr Cedric would engage with her, answer her question, help her with her homework, go with her to visit a shop in the village, listen to what she had to say, read her report cards and praise her when she learnt a new skill. He treated her like any good father would treat their daughter. But she had no idea if he felt the same way. Did he think of her as his daughter? Or just his apprentice and friend? Or maybe a younger sister? Or even a niece, like Calista?

“Princess?”

Sofia jumped a little bit. She must have spaced out. She’s been doing that quite a lot lately. “I won’t get in trouble. I just want to tell him that he needs to go easier on you. That’s all.” That was a lie. Cedric was infuriated. How could a father put so much stress on their child, especially one as sweet as Sofia, even after they said they were struggling? If Sofia looked even a tad tired during their sorcery lessons, he’d quickly finish up and tell her to go take a nap if she wished. If he could, he'd be off to Roland right now, but Sofia needed his support. She was more important.

“Alright, but promise you won’t be rude?” Sofia asked, holding up her pinky finger.

Cedric sighed. Making false promises to her made him feel incredibly guilty, but he had no choice. “I promise, my dear.” Cedric hooked her pinky with his, earning a sweet, but tired smile from her. ‘Poor girl is probably exhausted’ he thought.

Despite her sleepiness, Sofia leapt to hug Cedric tightly. He wrapped his arms around her.

Sofia stayed there for a few moments, snuggling against Cedric. He was cosy. ‘I’m so tired…’ she thought, before her mind switched off on her.

“Sofia?” Cedric gently poked Sofia, before realising she fell asleep. “And I’m stuck,” he mumbled, but not in a grumpy way. He reached to gently stroke her hair. She looked precious.

Over the years, Cedric warmed up to Sofia’s affection, he even enjoys and initiates hugs. Though occasionally, they saddened him. He remembers when she had to reach on the tips of her toes to wrap her arms around his waist and grabbed onto his robes to get his attention. She didn't have to do that anymore. She was only a few inches shorter than him now, though she still grabs onto his robes.

For whatever reason, it never occurred to him that his apprentice would grow up, that she wouldn't always be the sweet little girl who had to stand on a stepping stool to reach the third shelf.

On a lighter note of Sofia growing up, he liked being able to watch her progression in sorcery as she grew and learnt the ways of magic. He felt like he was watching his own child graduate when she finally mastered that one spell she struggled with for years; he actually teared up a bit!

“I suppose I should get you into bed, hm?” Cedric asked Sofia, who was too far off in her dreams to hear him.

Cedric carefully scooped Sofia into his arms and stood up from the stool, freezing when she stirred.

He slowly made his way up the stairs of his workshop, where his bed was. "There we go," he whispered after placing her down and tucking her in. He's done this too many times to count. He was the only person she went to after nightmares, and after all she's been through in her young life, she had quite a lot of them.

After making sure the princess was properly tucked in and giving her hair a soft kiss, Cedric made his way back down the stairs, took her tiara off of the book she placed it on earlier, and put it on one of his shelves where it was safe.

'Now,' he thought.

It was time to deal with Roland.

This was originally posted on fanfiction.net by the name of "moonypear." It's only been up a few days and I've had 3 or 4 C*dfia shippers favorite, review and follow me, I'm already frustrated. It already feels like I'm making content for them. I haven't been in the fandom long, but on here it seems like shippers have some decency to keep distance with people who don't want them interacting (from what I've seen at least.) I might not post on fanfiction.net again. I've always viewed them in a father/daughter light as shown here, and the thought of someone reading my hard work and twisting it to make it "Romantic" honestly makes me feel a bit sick.

#C*DFIA SHIPPERS DNI #sofia the first #cedric the sorcerer #cedric the sensational #cedric the great #fanfiction #anticedfia #Cedric the sorcerer fanfiction #sofia the first fanfiction #people on ff.net have some fucking nerve.#fanfic #oneshot #fluff #hurt/comfort #????#Father/daughter vibes only #protective father ceddy

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vvyvernicus · 1 month

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Not this man convincing me to start yet another fanfiction—

#cedric the sorcerer #sofia the first #sofia the fandom #cedric the sensational #ao3 writer #rewatching the show right now #I did not remember it being this good #I thought it was okay but never got too invested before now #writing a fanfiction #it will be darker than source material #while still keeping everyone in character #why is he hot

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punkyflesh · 2 years

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cedric the sorcerer x sick!reader

i uh, don't know how tumblr works or how to submit a request, or if youre even taking requests right now, but i've been sitting here for like 2 hours straight reading your oneshots and fanfictions and they have been getting me through a heavy sickness. Right now i'm sick with something, I havent gone to check what it is, but it feels like it could be covid, considering I am having several of the symptoms, including weak breathing and chills, headaches and throat aches, and your wonderful oneshots have made me feel a tiny bit better through the pain, so i wanted to thank you for it :')

I was wondering if, if not too much to ask, you could make a oneshot about Cedric comforting and taking care of a reader who is very sick? To the point that he actively puts his own work aside just to make sure they are alright.

@trixieisbestgen4pony

summary: you unexpectedly fall ill, and the sorcerer puts his work aside in order to take care of you.

note: hearing that means the world to me, I’m so glad that my work was able to be there during a time where you felt sick. I apologise for this being late, I’m still getting back into the swing of writing, but I hope that it is still enjoyable.

warnings: small bit of suggestive language, but it does not develop any further.

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It had originally started with a sore throat, one of which you mainly ignored and pushed aside as you continued with your day-to-day tasks and chores around the castle. Cedric had raised an eyebrow at first, hearing the slight strain and squeak to your voice as you spoke, but dismissed it as you did not seem concerned. It then progressed into frequent headaches, weak breathing and chills, but it was the coughing that really captured Cedric’s attention.

As soon as you knew it, Cedric had you bundled up under an unusual amount of blankets, holding onto a hot water-bottle with a thermometer in your mouth. “Cedric, it’s really nothing, I swear to you-” you said, spitting out the thermometer and looking up at the sorcerer with glazed eyes, before you were rudely cut off by a loud sneeze that had left you shaken up. Cedric was roaming around the room swiftly, robe trailing after him, as if he was transforming his small tower bedroom into the castle’s hospital. He reached over to grab the thermometer that had just fallen out from your mouth, and analysed the results carefully. You watched as his eyes narrowed while reading, and his slender fingers brushed over the cool glass of the apparatus as he began to shake his head. “Nonsense. Your temperature is much higher than it should be, your cough is dry and repetitive, and don’t even get me started on how sore your poor throat sounds when you speak my dear.”

You opened your mouth to protest, beginning to sit up, but immediately felt overcome with a wave of nausea, and fell back down with a whimper. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this sick, but goodness, it was horrible. Of course you didn’t want to admit that to Cedric - you knew how busy his schedule was through being the royal sorcerer and part-time babysitter of the kingdom, and did not wish to interrupt his works through a simple illness. Cedric sighed softly as he watched you whine and whimper in pain, pressing his hand to your head and feeling how your forehead burned against his palm - Merlin, you were warm, before he began to caress and stroke your hair softly. You let out a gentle noise at his affection, allowing yourself to nestle into his hand and shut your eyes. The sorcerer smiled down at you, bringing your head to rest against his chest as he continued to play with your hair subconsciously. “Shhh shhh.. I’m here, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel as right as rain again, okay?”

You pouted and opened your eyes again, looking up at Cedric through your lashes and beginning to object once more. “Cedric, you’re busy, I can’t expect you to nurse me through this. I’ll be okay.” He shook his head once more, setting you down on the bed carefully and pressing a soft kiss against your forehead as he began to rearrange the number of blankets that enwrapped you, removing the hot water-bottle in an attempt to make you feel cooler and more comfortable given your high temperature. You must have let your eyes shut, because you were awakened to the cool press of a damp cloth soothing your feverish skin, sighing contently at the brief relief of serenity it gave you. You were unsure as to why Cedric couldn’t have simply cast a spell to make you feel better - it would save you both a heavy amount of time, but you were afraid to protest any further. “Now my darling, I’m just going to go down to the castle kitchen and request that the cooks prepare you some warm soup. I’m also going to get you some natural medication, stay here and sleep. I’ll be back up soon.”

Before he left, Cedric planted a kiss against your cheek with a smile, rubbing over it with his thumb and mumbling a spell under his breath that would enchant the tower with a silent spell that would ensure the quietness, allowing you to sleep. He paused for a moment, before slipping off his plum coloured robe and placing it quietly on the bottom of the bed. You gazed up as you took in his figure without his robe - his lanky body and long arms and the way his waistcoat fit against his torso. The sorcerer caught you staring, before tutting with a small chuckle and opening the door to his tower. “Behave you. You’re sick.”

You giggled and hummed comfortably, taking in the room around you. Cedric had the curtains shut in order to keep the bright sunlight out, a heap of blankets and pillows for preparation just in case, and a gentle music soundtrack playing absentmindedly. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Cedric’s robe, and wiggled out from your spot under the blankets to grab it. Pushing off the blankets that had enveloped you beforehand, you snuggled into the soft fabric of his robe, immediately being overwhelmed by the sorcerer’s signature scent - old parchment paper, burnt citrus and smoke. It was comforting.

By the time Cedric returned to the tower, he was holding a delicious bowl of leek and potato soup, steam still coming from the top. “Now my dear, it may be a bit hot, but I can always cast a-” he began, before turning around properly and looking over at you. He saw you sleeping peacefully on the bed, face red with fever, but comfortable. You were cuddled into Cedric’s robe, fingers gripped onto the fabric protectively, nose nuzzled into the creases. With a small smile, Cedric placed the soup down onto the bedside table carefully, before slipping into the bed beside you and resuming his place in stroking your hair gently. The work that he needed to get done by this evening can wait.

#cedric the sorcerer #sofia the first #sofia the fandom #cedric #cedric the great #cedric the sensational #cedric sofia the first #cedric the sorcerer x reader #cedric the great x reader #cedric the sensational x reader

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rinfarts · 9 months

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Let's talk a little about the history of werewolves in my AU on "W.I.T.C.H".

(English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes. Please be understanding)

Werewolves, like the rest of the inhabitants of Metamoor, are half-breeds of humans and galhots. But when the races crossed, their changes turned in the wrong direction. Although if we compare the potential of ordinary meridians and werewolves, this can be argued. Let's put it this way: a certain percentage of mutations was exceeded, and the first shifters appeared. Some people at different points in their lives simply began to take on animal traits.

It is assumed that their appearance was not accidental and responded to some needs of the world. But it has not yet been possible to find out more precisely.

Those who did not die immediately from the shock and attacks of neighbors fled to forests, fields, deserts. Away from civilization. There they naturally stumbled upon each other, figured out the hierarchy, out of a sense of solidarity helped their comrades in misfortune, huddled together in groups. The next generations of werewolves began to appear already from their mixing. They are born not as people, but as animals.

But the first type of werewolves did not disappear anywhere. New cases appeared from time to time. Chimeris is one of them.

Since she was a high-born lady, this feature was kept in the strictest confidence. There were few sorcerers on Metamoor, so getting rid of princess with magical abilities was not profitable. In addition, the girl did not show aggression. Ostara kept her alive so as not to undermine herself precarious status completely. And from time to time she got rid of those people whom she suspected of revealing a terrible secret.

It is mentioned in the fanfiction that Ostara used to curse her daughter "for the sake of bullying". In fact, it was a kind of way to restrain transformation until the age when the girl becomes conscious. But in any case, this method cannot be called humane.

Werewolves are not well liked in Meridian society. People and galhots believe that they only imitate rationality, but in reality they are bloodthirsty beasts. I plan in my fanfic a whole arc on the acceptance of werewolves. As for Chimeris: at some point, she will also regret that she kept the second hypostasis in severity. ______________________________

The prototype of the second form of Chimeris was the Stymphalian birds of prey from ancient Greek mythology. The victory over them provided Hercules with his sixth feat: "The Stymphalian birds were created by the god of war Ares. They had metal beaks, wings and claws. Their most formidable weapons were feathers that the birds poured onto the ground like arrows"

Chimeris indeed has the ability to shed feathers, piercing enemies with them. Subsequently, lost feathers are restored at the expense of mana.

In my fanfiction, this will be revealed more fully, but I will simply indicate it under the picture. This appearance is not a complete transformation.

Cedric and Miranda can transform their hands, while remaining in the human form. Chimeris for many years rejected the "bird", but was sometimes forced to release it. As a result, she learned to transform in such a way as to get the maximum benefit and the minimum inconvenience. Hence, there is so much humanity in this appearance.

I'm not sure if this is the final design option. Some details may change. But I wanted to at least roughly outline the werewolf form of Chimeris. Initially, it was assumed that its color would be closer in color to bronze or copper. But in the end, I settled on the option in which steel prevails. About changing hair color: in the original comic and animated series, Cedric also changes the color of his hair in the transformation. So I decided that I can leave this shade. In combination with silver lips, it makes the image more unearthly, bizarre.

#w.i.t.c.h #chimeris escanor #w.i.t.c.h chimeris #w.i.t.c.h fanart #чародейки #w.i.t.c.h fan character #w.i.t.c.h au #w.i.t.c.h oc

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