I JUST THOUGHT OF A SOFIA THE FIRST AU!!!
hear me out: fairly oddparents x sofia the first
Cedric is a fairy godparent and Sofia is the god kid. I imagine that most canon events stay canon (with a few magical altercations ofc).
like, in the prequel movie is when they meet and it’s right when sofia is most miserable about the expectations of being a princess and stuff.
by extension i guess sorcerers are all fairy godparents?
what happens to canon magic users? I guess they dont exist? But magical creatures exist, if that helps
the dynamic between Sofia and Cedric would be the same/similar, both of them learning as they go from magical mishaps. Cedric is partial parental figure and partial uncle figure. I would equate the friendship progression to the ghost and molly mcgee and scratch’s and molly’s dynamic.
The amulet of Avalor would probably still exist (likely with a different name and slightly different lore behind it) and i think Cedric would still try to steal it, in order to take over fairy world. Itd be like cosmo’s backstory but if cosmo was more mean about it.
As for sofia, i think she’d have her great mom and her dad would be the same as canon, albeit a bit more absent bc of royal duties, so Cedric probably ends up filling that gap. Not that Roland is abusive, basically the show dynamics of Roland loving her daughter but with even less Roland appearances.
The siblings (james and amber) would probably find a few things suspicious about why there’s a bunch of weird events going on but otherwise they dont suspect that sofia has a fairy.
like i said before, a lot of episodes would remain relatively the same plot (eg. cedric’s character development arc, secret library, floating palace, etc. except cedric is there)
the magical creatures (ogres, dragons, etc) would already know abt fairies and stuff so cedric would constantly interact with them.
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Finally, the Metatron had stopped walking. The newly anointed Supreme Archangel made an abrupt stop behind him, thankfully not bumping into him. Until then, Aziraphale hadn’t realized that he had been ignoring the angelic being. Naturally, his thoughts were elsewhere, something he had to try and control in the near future. Lucky for him, however, it didn’t seem like his boss noticed his absent mindedness. Instead, the Metatron was motioning to an all too familiar figure that was now standing beside them. “I have assigned Azrael to be your assistant from now on. I’m sure you two have a lot in common.”
“Certainly, sir.” The angel answered cooly. Likewise, Aziraphale nodded in agreement.
Content, the Metatron started walking again, leaving the two behind. “Very good. Well, guess I’ll leave you to get comfortable. Azrael, report back to me if any changes are needed.”
He nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“…” Aziraphale watched as their boss slowly disappeared into the white void that was the offices. It almost felt like he was going slower than normal just to draw out the pain. The boredom of watching the Metatron forced the blonde to direct his focus back to his new assistant. Azrael, the Archangel of Death. Indeed, the two had met before. Several times, actually. The last time the two spoke was soon after a big mishap that involved two banished angels and the descendant of one Son of God. The two barely spoke in comparison to Crowley, but in an odd way, he felt like he understood the being a little more. Once their boss was but a speck in the distance, Aziraphale breathed a shaky sigh of relief. “My. This is surreal. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“It has, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale.”
“Oh dear.” Aziraphale laughed nervously. Azrael was as cold as always. “That title doesn’t sound right, coming from you.”
“Mm…” The sound trailed a sigh. The archangel’s lips were pressed together. Aziraphale knew that look.
“What?”
“Best I don’t say.”
But Aziraphale shook his head, motioning with his hands for emphasis. “Oh no, please. If we’re going to be working together, I hope we’d be able to speak our mind.”
“It’s not a luxury I can afford, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale.”
He pouted a little. That did nothing. “Fine.” He chose to ignore the archangel’s suppressed snort, and instead crossed his arms in defiance. “Well, you’re an angel.”
“Not sure about that.” Azrael murmured under his breath.
“Your title is Archangel. Honesty is part of the job.”
Azrael looked his boss up and down, his blank expression not giving himself away. But Aziraphale knew better. He could feel the surprise: the archangel was calculating his response. “You’re requesting something.”
“What was it you wanted to say? Tell me the truth.”
A pause. “It won’t be to your liking.”
“Please.”
Another pause. Finally, a sigh. Aziraphale had won. “… The title doesn’t suit you.”
“Pardon?”
“You shouldn’t be here. Your place is on Earth. I don’t know how I can even deal with- Mmmph.” He forced his lips together tight, his body wrenching as a result. The being shook his head and averted his gaze.
Aziraphale smiled sadly. “… You’ve been holding back, haven’t you.” Such a poor angel.
“You know what I am. My proverbial leash is short.” Azrael inhaled sharply. He was thinking again, and his gaze grew cold. How odd, Aziraphale noted to himself. If you paid close attention, one could still see hints of emotion behind that dead man’s face. Azrael turned back towards his new boss, resolute. “I’m the Metatron’s lapdog.”
In response, the angel offered a smile and took his hands. Initially, Azrael was startled by this, but didn’t back away. “But now you’re my second in command.”
He shook his head. “An empty title. All I’m needed for is to blow the horn at the end of days.”
“I can make things better. Give you and the other death angels the respect you deserve.” Aziraphale drew closer. He could feel his chest growing tighter, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. He had lost the one being in the universe that he knew he could trust. Even someone as well intentioned but naive as Muriel would’ve been appreciated behind enemy lines. But finally, he had someone. An ally. Potentially…
“Thank you for the thought....” Azrael slid his hands out of Aziraphale’s grip. The Supreme Archangel deflating a little. If Azrael didn’t know better, it almost looked like the blonde was going to cry. He wished he could comfort him, but this was not the place. Instead, Azrael motioned towards an empty desk. “Is your workspace to your liking?”
He looked over the bare, white space. “Oh. Well, it’s rather… empty.”
“I’ll bring paperwork later. There’s a lot of it, I promise.”
He chuckled. “You misunderstand. I was thinking maybe we could add something to… give it character.”
“Human objects are not allowed in Heaven.”
“But Heaven can make… stuff. We always did.”
Azrael nodded. “I will retrieve a phone for you later. I’ll need you to fill out a form.”
“I meant like a plant. Or a book.”
“… Heaven no longer makes those. It’s considered impractical. Reserved for where souls reside.”
“Ah. Of course.” Aziraphale sighed.
“… I’ll leave you to get comfortable.”
“Oh that’s not necessary. You can stay a while longer.”
“I’m afraid I have errands to run.” Before Aziraphale could respond, something caught his eye. Azrael was tapping his pen; it was erratic, suppressing a strong kinetic energy. He was holding himself back again. After everything he and Crowley had been through, he recognized what the archangel was trying to do.
“Yes. I suppose you do.” Aziraphale’s answer was slow, but pointed. Their eyes met for maybe a little too long, but he made sure that no one observing would think it odd. And he ended it all with a little, knowing smile.
Azrael pressed his lips together and nodded gently. The message was received. “You know where my department is. Until we get you a phone, you can find me there.” He turned on his heel. “Till then. Goodbye, Supreme Archangel.”
And with that, he was gone. Guess that confirmed that the Metatron was in fact stretching out his departure. Or maybe Azrael was just in a rush. Surely being an angel of death was a busy role. But deep down, Aziraphale had hoped that maybe Azrael could’ve stuck around a while longer. He sighed. He really was alone now. Alone in the clouds…
Crowley… If only he was here.
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