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A Mark of a Memory

Cedric x GN! Reader

I HC Cedric to have a back tattoo of Wormwood- .....Like...Genuinely love the thought of it so here's the inspiration. I could not find the artist so if you know them PLEASE TELL ME BC THE ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL ♡

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The soft glow of candlelight flickered around Cedric’s chamber, casting long shadows across the room. The air was warm, comfortable, filled with the faint scent of aged parchment and brewing potions. Y/N lay sprawled across Cedric’s plush bed, book in hand, idly flipping through pages while awaiting his return from a long day of assisting King Roland.

Cedric sighed, pulling off his robe with practiced ease, the heavy fabric slipping from his shoulders. Y/N glanced up just as he let his vest and button-up fall next, revealing his bare back. Their breath hitched.

There, inked across his pale skin, was an intricate tattoo—a circle of ancient spell symbols wrapping around the center of his back. And within it, a raven, wings spread wide, as though mid-flight.

Y/N sat up, setting the book aside. “Cedric…” Their voice was quiet, reverent, as if afraid to disturb the moment.

Cedric stiffened slightly, a faint shiver running down his spine. “W-what?” He glanced over his shoulder, cheeks already flushing.

Moving closer, Y/N let their fingers lightly trace one of the symbols, marveling at the precision of the design. “I never knew you had a tattoo,” they murmured, letting their fingertips drift toward the raven. The detail was stunning, each feather etched with such care that it almost looked alive.

Cedric swallowed hard, his muscles tensing beneath their touch. “It’s—It’s not exactly something I flaunt,” he stammered, his voice catching as Y/N’s fingertips ghosted over the raven’s wing. “It’s… a remembrance. For Wormwood.”

Y/N’s expression softened. They knew the history between Cedric and his former familiar—how Wormwood had once been his trusted companion before betraying him. To carry that memory so permanently on his skin… it spoke volumes.

Cedric gasped softly as Y/N traced along the edge of the raven, barely suppressing a shudder. “You’re—ah—making this rather difficult,” he muttered, his ears burning.

Y/N chuckled. “Difficult?”

He turned slightly, shooting them a look that was meant to be annoyed but came off more flustered. “I—It tickles,” he admitted, voice laced with something shy, something vulnerable.

Y/N smirked and tugged him toward the bed, guiding him gently until he was laying across their lap, arms folded beneath his chin. “Then let’s make it worse,” they teased, resuming their slow, feather-light tracing.

Cedric groaned into the sheets, but he didn’t protest. His breath hitched when Y/N’s fingers followed the curve of his shoulder blades, dipped along the runic circle, then glided down the spine of the raven. His body melted into their touch, tension unraveling with every lazy caress.

“You’re enjoying this,” Y/N observed, voice full of amusement.

Cedric huffed, though his tone lacked any real annoyance. “I will neither confirm nor deny.”

Y/N grinned, leaning down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Good. Because I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

Cedric let out a quiet, contented sigh, completely at their mercy. Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind.

Injecting this art into my bloodstream🌹🌹🌹

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Teehee more drawings of my favourite man failure <3

Finished product of my bbg (God I need him unfortunately)