#sanders sides witch au

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Witch Logan *working on a potion*: And then we'll need- Werewolf Janus: Got it. Witch Logan: Oh, thank you, next we'll need- Werewolf Janus: Here. Witch Logan: Right.. next is- Werewolf Janus: Here you go! Witch Logan: ... Thanks. Werewolf Janus: No problem. Witch Logan: ... Werewolf Janus: ..? Witch Logan: Janus, how did you know the things I was asking for? You grabbed them before I could say their name. Werewolf Janus: Uhh... I'm not sure. Amongst all these ingredients it just felt like the thing you were asking for... Witch Logan: Huh? Werewolf Janus: I have no idea. To be fair, I don't even know what potion you're making. Witch Logan: And yet you knew what ingredient I was just going ask for? Werewolf Janus *scratching at the back of his neck*: I- yeah? Witch Logan: Interesting... very interesting indeed. - Later - Witch Logan *bolting upright in his bed*: Oh by the spirits and gods, I'm such a fool! Werewolf Janus *bleary eyed and half asleep*: Whu-? Witch Logan *grabbig Janus's face by the cheeks*: You're my familiar that's why you knew what I needed before I could say it, back when we were making that potion! Werewolf Janus: *blinks up at Logan, still half asleep, before giving him a sleepy smile in return*

[fred-the-god]

Remus drops by Janus after bothering the others

They're talking about Virgil

Idk I just thought Janus acting like he hates Virgil, but being extremely concerned if he's actually seriously hurt, storming out to see him even if he's in the middle of his skincare routine.

[fangirltothefullest]

How many AUs have you made? Any and all fandoms, if you had to count them. And also, what was the first AU you ever made?

If I went down the list of AUs for EVERY fandom I have ever been in it's going to turn into this:

I have WAY too many, I have ADHD, and if I invent an au for one fandom it's been reused in EVERY fandom I've been in....

[blackoutbugza]

an au idea i had

patton is a father of four. he’s a usual dad; funny, protective, into sports, sweet to everyone, doesn’t swear or the one that says “there’s no swearing in this household!” he is against alcohol, but he doesn’t confront logan about it harshly.

logan is his husband. he’s a wine and cig momma obviously. tired, never wearing efficient clothing, swears the most, and the kids call him mom because they already call patton dad. he drinks way too much but tries not to expose the kids to anything. he tries to be a good parent, but he’s still trying to get his life together.

roman and remus are their two oldest, being 15. roman has the passion and love of patton but the anger issues of logan. remus has the upbeat energy of patton, and the feral swearing of logan. the two always fight, but can get along when looking after the younger two.

virgil is the middle child, being 12. he gets really nervous around logan because of his aggression so he depends on roman and remus for a lot of things and was basically raised by them and patton. he nerds out to remus about a lot of things and plays a lot of games with roman.

emile is the youngest at 8 years old. he is a little quiet like logan but they’re both great listeners. he has patton’s happiness, loving personality, and smile. roman got him into disney and remus and virgil got him into cartoons. he looks up to his parents the most.

janus is logan’s brother and the kids’s uncle. he also drinks but not as much. he comes to visit every little while and knows a lot more than everyone. him and patton are friendly, and remus sees him like a third dad. janus’s daughter is named dolores, the dragon witch.

dolores is the kids’s cousin. they call her the dragon witch because of her obsession with the wings of fire series and the dark academia aesthetic. she’s very intelligent for her age, being 14 years old. she’s very close with the twins, mostly remus, since her and roman don’t get along too often.

[cryptid-writer]

Sea Witch!Virgil/Pirate Prince!Remus/Serpent Siren!Janus

Life with the pirate prince is far from boring. He commands a room for all the wrong reasons, if you ask any polite company that is. The witch and siren currently in his cabin are far from polite company, not that the prince ever minds. It's an open secret that Dread Pirate Remus likes to bed the supernatural, that he rather enjoys the horizontal tango with men, and it is not by the grace of gods that he sails unafraid. The common folk like to whisper when he visits town, he has a witch and a siren wrapped around his finger, he's tricked them into servitude they cannot escape. Other rumors float around, such as that in exchange for power the witch is to be given free passage wherever he pleases. That the siren actually owes the dastardly bastard prince of the high seas a great debt. That the slimy prince is the one who owes the debts. The serpentine siren rather enjoys the rumors, feeding into and off of the lies and trickery and red herrings. Hissing minor lies and hidden truths into the ears of temporary crew members just to keep the rumor mill constantly flowing. As for the sea witch, he takes a much more direct approach of hexing and cursing those who face his ire. He looks into the souls of the population with oddly colored eyes, is said to pick apart souls and stitch them back together or simply leave them destroyed.

[brandstifter-sys]

Prearranged Arrangement

@dukexietyweek 2024 Day 4 - Soulmates + Colors

Word count: 3038 (Ao3)

Rating: T

Characters: Remus, Virgil, Roman, Dragon Witch

Pairings: Dukexiety

Warnings: ftm!Remus, arranged marriages, mild violence, sex mention, soulmate au,

Remus always knew he would have to get married for political reasons, despite being one of the few royals with a soul mark. His only caveat is that his husband has to share him with his soulmate. But his latest suitor has him questioning that condition.

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Sometimes being a prince was a pain in the ass. Remus sure thought so! He was supposed to be a good little boy and play nice with his little brother, play nice with all the snooty hued nobles and dignitaries, and get married off to secure more political power with his puss. Granted, he would be fine with that last part, if he didn't have a stupid mark on his neck. 

Like most commoners, he had a patch of skin that was a different color than the rest, dark purple in his case, where his soulmate would first touch him. No one else in his family had a soul mark, not since his great grandfather, and it only led to tragedy for him. Remus absolutely refused to let that sorrow attack him. And he would have fun keeping it away. 

“Remus,” the queen hummed as she cut into her fish with the utmost dignity, “We received a marriage proposal for you this morning.” 

“Who's the poor sap who's rejecting me?” Remus jeered and set his silverware down. Roman was scowling at him, waiting for him to make a scene. 

“The eldest prince of Blinthansa, the Vigilant Violet, and he won't be rejecting you. Queen Millicent informed me that she is aware of your mark, and it is not a problem for them,” the Queen said and took a dainty bite of her food. 

“Then I get to reject him!” Remus gasped and wiggled his shoulders. He was a handsome little imp, and any rejection from him would hurt! He was looking forward to causing a little upset! Roman, who was judging those wiggles, glared at him, daring him to step out of line again.

“You will do no such thing,” she huffed, “I have gone out of my way to ensure that our allies and subjects address you as a prince while discarding every proposal letter that dared to revert to your former title. You are Prince Remus the Veridian, and you have to get married for political reasons, you know this—this is a wonderful opportunity for you to make the most of your situation.” 

“So this guy knows I can make babies, and he's still calling me a man? You're really not letting me worm my way out of this! What if I meet my soulmate? I'm not pulling a gramps and letting this suitor kill them because he thinks my cunt is his!” 

Roman jolted to his feet and knocked his chair over. 

“How dare you say such a thing in front of Mother!?” Roman snarled, “Have you no shame!?” 

“Mmmm, nope! I don't see why you care about my future marriage, it won't keep you from the crown when you come of age! If you make it that long!” Remus responded with a dastardly grin.

“Veridian! Vermilion!” the queen snapped, “Enough!” 

Roman wilted and picked up his chair, pouting like a kicked puppy. Remus rolled his eyes and picked up his silverware. He was used to the lectures about his manners. 

“Now then,” the queen sighed, “Remus, you will set off for Blinthansa in three days to acquaint yourself with the royal court and the territory.” 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Remus said and waved his hand, “Isn't he supposed to come here?” 

“Seeing as you would be the prince consort, you would have to go there. If he were merely a noble, it would be as you said.” 

“So I have no idea who I'm supposed to marry, I have to go to a foreign country, and I have to give up my soulmate? And I'm getting kicked out in three days?” 

“You say that as if I wouldn't let you return. Granted, I want this to go well, as a mother and as a ruler. Blinthansa is a hub of magical trade and a powerful ally,” she said and took a sip of her wine, “So give the poor prince a chance.” 

“Fine! But I'm going incognito, no guards or fancy carriage.” 

“Aren't there monsters in Blinthansa?” Roman pouted. He was right, of course, but that wouldn't stop Remus! 

“I'm the best fighter in the kingdom! A couple beasties are nothing!” Remus beamed. The queen knew it was pointless to argue with him over this. Remus would go off on his own anyway, regardless of her concern.

“You must carry a satchel of lavender and wolfsbane if you want to venture off alone. I will send a carriage with gifts for the royal family and your amenities, so I urge you to stay close to the party. And don't forget your scarves. The last thing you need is a scandal over your mark.”

“You got it!” Remus beamed. He would make it to the capital, meet his supposed fiance, and flee into the night after rejecting yet another proposal. It was the perfect way to take back his own life! 

.

A week later…

Remus was so bored! He arrived in Blinthansa a whole day before the royal caravan, and he had no one to talk to or annoy. Queen Millicent was kind enough to welcome him and show him his room, but she was busy being the queen! After two days of doing nothing but building a ballista out of his tea set and ribbons, and wandering the grounds, he needed social interaction! 

He made up his mind to go out on the town and see the sights, without some boring escort. He let a couple of the maids know where he was headed and why he was wearing commoners clothes without a scarf and left before they could protest. What were they really going to do? Get the guards?

The capital of Blinthansa, Spinnaha, was a bustling city on the Webbilubbi river. Remus could fall in love with such a chaotic place. The streets were lined with shops and merchant stalls, and in the middle of the square there was an ornate fountain of a dragon on a spider web. The back alleys were shady and dangerous, there were street performers and plenty of opportunities to pickpocket, and the music that filled the air was eerie and cheerful. 

Remus didn't have much money on him, so he wasn't too worried about getting robbed. He was more concerned about the odd magical creatures that seemed to follow certain people around. There were cats and dogs, ferrets and birds, dragons and butterflies—and so many creatures from myths. Blinthansa was known for its magic, so it was possible they were familiars. And if they were just pets, that was even cooler! 

He noticed one that seemed to be out of place, perhaps even attacking someone. He was near the edge of a small crowd, cheering for a fiddler who was going to town, when he saw a giant spider on the back of a tall, cloaked figure. Its glistening purple fangs were moving as if it were chewing on the cloak with the intent to kill. 

Remus didn't think, he just reached out and smacked the spider off of the cloaked figure. 

“Ack!” 

In a flash he found himself pinned against the nearest alley wall with a gloved hand holding him up by the neck. 

“What do you think you're doing?” the man growled. Remus couldn't see his face, but he could see how built this guy was when he wasn't hunched over and hiding. 

“Oh, just hanging,” Remus chuckled, happy that he could still breathe. 

“Try to rob me again and kiss your fingers goodbye,” he huffed and brandished a knife. Remus had never been more turned on. 

“I was just getting a bigass spider off your back! I'm many things, but thief isn't one of them! Unless you want me to steal your heart!” Remus argued. He was enjoying himself too much! He could only imagine having this much fun when he met his—

Wait.

This guy was holding his neck exactly where his mark was! 

“Don't you dare hurt my familiar!” the man snapped and squeezed his throat. This guy was doing things to Remus and he had no idea! 

“I didn't realize!” Remus gasped, “It won't happen again!” 

The man dropped him on his ass and sighed. To him, Remus was obviously just a confused foreigner, not worth the frustration. To Remus, this man was a total babe!

“If I hurt your pride, I could always kiss it better!” Remus cooed and fluttered his lashes, “I am at the perfect angle!” 

The man snorted and shook his head. 

“You're at the perfect angle to get your teeth kicked in.” 

“Use your third leg and you can!” 

“Are you always this horny or do you really think I might kill you?” 

“That's partly why I'm horny!” 

The man put his knife away and rolled his shoulders. He was clearly not used to this reaction. He even seemed flustered.

“Go jump in the river and cool off. I have better things to do.” 

“What could be better than teaching a sexy little imp a lesson?” 

“Meeting my fiance,” the man shrugged and left in a hurry. Even with that cloak, Remus could tell that the man had a biteable ass. 

Remus swore under his breath. Of course the first person who could be his soulmate just had to be engaged! He was getting cock teased by the universe right before he had to meet the prince. It was so unfair! 

He got up and brushed himself off. It was probably time to go back to the palace and get ready to deliver his rejection. And then maybe flee for his life. 

-

Once he was squeaky clean and dressed in his favorite green and black jacket, minus the tall collar, he was ready to meet royalty. But a certain sadness hit him as he navigated the castle. Remus was about to deal with a marriage proposal from a stranger, a stranger who knew that he would choose his soulmate over a political marriage. And the thought that his future husband would kill his soulmate, just like what happened to his great grandfather, made him sick. 

Remus approached the parlor and knocked on the door, rubbing his exposed neck, since Queen Millicent requested he leave his scarf back in his room. He was not ready for this.

A woman opened the door and smiled at him. She was in a simple, elegant black dress with red scales adoring the collar. Her piercing red eyes matched her lips and her raven hair fell around her horns and over her shoulders. 

“Your Majesty, Queen Millicent the Cerise Dragon Witch, it is an honor to be summoned to your parlor at such a late hour,” Remus said with a bow. Queen Millicent snickered and ushered him inside. 

“Spare me the formalities,” she said and led him to one of two couches. 

“Oh thank gods!” Remus gasped and flopped on a couch, “Formalities are worse than pulling off my fingernails one at a time!” 

Queen Millicent sat down on the couch next to his and chuckled. 

“You really are the perfect candidate for my son's hand. And for the country,” she said and motioned to the coffee table in front of them. It was loaded with tea and sweets. 

“I don't know about that! I’m pretty clueless about the culture here, and I might not even accept his proposal,” he said and poured himself a cup of tea. 

“Why wouldn't you?” the queen asked with a smirk and eyed his mark.

“I might have met someone else,” Remus shrugged, “I like to keep my options open.” 

“Then perhaps you should meet him before you decide. He's having second thoughts as well, but he agreed to at least meet you first. I think that's a reasonable request,” she hummed and got up. 

Remus watched her ghost to the door and open it. It was as if she knew someone was on the other side. 

“Virgil, darling, take a deep breath,” she said as she ushered a young man inside. He was tall and strong with shaggy raven hair and the prettiest pout. He wasn't dressed up to meet a foreign dignitary, in a plain tunic, leggings, and gloves, but he made it look good. 

“Prince Remus, allow me to introduce my eldest, Prince Virgil the Violet of Blathansa,” Queen Millicent said and dragged Virgil to stand next to her. He was staring at the floor and fidgeting like a scared child. 

“Nice to meet you,” Remus said with a smile. Even if they didn't get hitched, he wouldn't mind being friends with this guy! 

Virgil went rigid and his eyes snapped to Remus. There was a mix of emotions on that pretty face that Remus couldn't place. 

“If you don't mind,” Queen Millicent hummed and kissed her son's cheek, “I have to make sure that your father's room is ready for his return. You two should get better acquainted.” 

Before Virgil or Remus could protest, she zipped out of the room. The tension in the air tripled. 

“Are you just going to stand there and admire my sexy mustache or are you going to sit down?” Remus jeered and wiggled his upper lip. He was proud of his mustache—it took so much time and so many potions to grow! 

Virgil reluctantly sat on the other couch, keeping his distance from his guest. 

“So you aren't much of a talker, or are you pissed off I'm marked?” Remus said and took a swig of tea. 

Virgil was silent. 

“Well if the mark bothers you, I have worse news, I think I found my soulmate, and I want him carnally. So if you have a problem with sharing me, we can call this whole thing off!” Remus said and set his cup on the table. 

“I might have a problem with that,” Virgil said softly. If that voice didn't set off the alarm bells, the giant spider that crawled onto the back of the couch did. 

“That was you?!” Remus gawked, wearing the brightest grin. Virgil shrugged and took off his gloves. 

“Back in the market, yeah. I thought it was weird you were flirting with me. I was threatening you and you're out of my league.”

“So that means I didn't meet my soulmate,” Remus suddenly pouted. He was the only royal he knew with a mark. It was silly to think that Virgil would have one, much less one that matched his. 

“You think so?” Virgil hummed and held up his hand. Remus noticed that his forefingers and thumb had a single green mark across the palm side. 

“I get it if you're disappointed—” he continued and averted his gaze. 

He did not expect to get pinned to the couch by a hyper prince. 

“Why would I be disappointed? I'm getting engaged to my soulmate, he's hot and scary and adorable, and I like it here!” Remus laughed, “This is better than anything I expected!” 

“You’re really excited about marrying the guy who threatened you with a knife,” Virgil grumbled and met his gaze. 

“Hell yeah!” Remus grinned and nodded, “I love a man with a dark side and a sexy voice! Don't tell me you're disappointed that I'm the prince they sent! I'm no refined gentleman! I'm a menace!” 

“I’m not disappointed. You don't have to be refined. You're cuter the way you are,” Virgil said with a faint blush. 

“You think I'm cute? You'll change your mind when I'm unbound!” Remus jeered and ran his fingers through Virgil’s hair. Virgil melted into the touch and shook his head. 

“Doubt it. You'd still be a cute little prince.” 

“I’d be a sexy little prince!” Remus countered, “But you're sweet! We should go on a date tomorrow and handle the marriage contract! I'm not letting you get away!” 

“I'll show you around the castle and the training grounds before I have to go  practice. After you apologize to Cass.” 

“Practice? Cass?” Remus pouted and sat on his lap. 

“I play piano and violin, I have to practice,” Virgil explained, “And Cass is my familiar.” 

“Can I stick around for your practice? Please?” Remus gasped and wiggled, “Can you get any hotter?!” 

Virgil blushed furiously and nodded. At the same time that spider chirped and crawled towards Remus cautiously.

“Hi Cass!” Remus giggled, “I'm sorry for slapping you earlier! I thought you were attacking Virge! No hard feelings?” 

The spider chirped and crawled up his arm. Her spider paws tickled, but he didn't jerk away. She rubbed against his cheek and crawled back to the couch. 

“She likes me!” Remus beamed, “I really hit the jackpot! I'm not magic or musical but I get a musician and a witch as a soulmate!” 

“I'm a witch, but you're the spellbinding one,” Virgil grumbled shyly. Remus froze and hid his face in his hands. Oh no, he was smooth too! Remus was going to combust! 

“You okay?” 

“My face is going to explode!” Remus whined and lowered his hands. He was beet red. And Virgil just had to smirk and make it worse. 

“Maybe you're not too far out of my league,” he teased and grabbed Remus' hands, “I'll stop by your room tomorrow morning to show you around.” 

Just to make Remus implode, he kissed his knuckles. 

“Who gave you the right to be romantic?” Remus whined, “Threaten my life and manhandle me instead!” 

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Virgil hesitated and let go of his hands. 

“It makes me want to cuddle you and rip your clothes off!” Remus argued and crossed his arms. 

“Then I'll just hold off until the wedding night,” Virgil said and gently placed his mark over Remus'. 

“I can't believe this is real,” he said and let Remus lean into him. 

“It's real, I'm real, you're real, and I really want you to kiss me!” 

Virgil chuckled softly and kissed his cheek, releasing his throat. Remus pouted at him and cuddled up to his chest. 

“I'll kiss you on the lips when my mom isn't waiting outside the door. She's waiting for the right moment to catch us in a compromising position,” Virgil explained and hugged him. 

Remus giggled and cuddled closer. He was with his soulmate and they were going to get married. He couldn't be happier. 

[not-your-average-highschool-au]

Side characters

When I said “I would be putting in random Thomas Sanders” characters into this au, I absolutely meant it-

I haven’t made finished, postable art of them yet just but here’s some (not all cause I kinda love them all) of my favorites that I might as well share cause what the heck else is this blog for lol:

The Mean Months

The mean months from that one Thomas short from a while back are Virgil’s friend group. While I plan to make 12 characters to represent each month, the most important ones are December, November, and October (really, December is the most important but as we all know, those are an iconic trio). December (aka Chris; he/him) is the leader of this friend group and kinda Virgil’s best friend at the start. October (Octavia; she/her) and November (Thea; she/her) are typically close behind Chris.

Roman (+fam) from Roleslaying with Roman

(You can thank my best friend for this storyline. Love ya bestie; you are a genius).

Roman of Reston (he/him) is a new student as the boys’ highschool. He’s just transferred from “Reston Highschool” and while he’s a new student, he’s pretty open to making new friends. Logan gets along with him pretty well considering the two of them are both geeky (Roman of Reston is a huge dnd nerd and is trying to put together a club). Sanders Sides Roman, however, does not like him in a similar way to how he doesn’t like Virgil (he also might be a bit jealous that Logan and him seem to get along pretty well, even though the pair only hang out sometimes at school when the opportunity arises).

Also, I’ve decided that Ryker (he/him) shall be the high school’s new gym teacher cause the idea of RWR Roman being in his class and saying “hi dad! :D” in the middle of Ryker’s lecture or something is really wholesome and in character to me.

Dragon Witch

The Dragon Witch character (named Danika Wayne; she/her) shows up later on in the story. Technically when this highschool au no longer takes place in highschool. She owns and works at a tattoo parlor called “The Dragon’s Cove”. I won’t say too much about her just yet but for right now, I will say that she’s pretty important to Remus and Janus’s storylines (mostly Remus though).

Sleep “Remy”

Remy Rocco (he/they but doesn’t mind how he’s referred to) is a famous actor in this au. While they’re mainly known for their roles in movies, they also are pretty open about their self expression. Remy doesn’t care about sticking to gender norms in any way and he will proudly talk about it. While they don’t outright interact with other characters, their presence in the storyline is extremely important for a certain someone’s character development.

I think this is all I’ll share for now. There are TONS of other side characters I adore but this gives you an idea of what I mean by Thomas Sanders characters having minor (or even major) roles in this au. Also, these provided the least amount of spoilers lol

[a-r-a-h-a-s]

Just summoning some demons with your bff

[dragon-witch-virgil]

a snakr s hifter!! friend!

I am... getting mixed messages from you voices today. And hopefully they are friend. Not foe. But I should be ready just in case. Thankfully they are in their humanoid form, so I doubt it will come to one.

"As... wonderful as it is not being listened to, you are in my area of the forest. And I would like to know why exactly you keep coming back through here."

"Your area? I was not aware the forest was claimed."

"Oh darling," The snakeshifter's eyes narrowed, seemingly sizing Virgil up. Virgil was, slightly smaller than them, and in no position to fight. His arms were full, with ingredients he had gathered, along with seeds that he really wanted to make it home. Because, then at the very least, he wouldn't have to venture through the woods as much. "Of course this area is claimed. Although I suppose not magically, it would be impossible to sense. And I might be gracious enough to let you pass. But the others... the others might not be so kind. So tell me, what is it you're doing in my part of the forest, as you seem to be frequenting it."

Main Storyline Masterpost

[edupunkn00b]

A Light in the Darkness

Photo by Johanes Plenio via Unsplash. Color and tone edited.

Logan finds a light in the darkness when he needs it most. It leads to more than he ever thought possible.

WC: 2617 - Rated: G - [ AO3 ] - CW: fear, minor injury, blood mention, past major character death referenced, ghosts, happy ending Written for @houser-of-stories as part of the @tss-october-ghostwriters gift exchange for. I hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing it! -

“Keep running, freak!”

Taunting laughter filled Logan’s ears as he stumbled deeper into the dark forest. He tripped on a rock but kept his footing and continued to run. Heedless of the thorns that snagged his hair and his clothes, heedless of the cold. Heedless of the villages’ stories of the ghosts and spirits who guarded the woods.

The trees grew thicker here, wide long branches crowding out the nominal path. The prickly pines tore at his ragged sweater and threatened to snag his third-hand spectacles from his face. He stopped, yanking hard to free himself from the gnarled grip of one sharp-spined bough. The voices, his friends’ voices—former friends’ voices—grew louder and he gave one more hard pull on his sleeve. The yarn snapped and the branch took a bit of his skin in trade, but he surged forward.

Loose soles on his worn boots flapped. One caught on a tree root and he slammed down on one knee. Cold, flickering light from the mob’s lanterns shone through the trees. Logan watched their shadows loom over the thicket.

He’d lost the path.

Again scrambling upright, Logan limped forward and dove into the thick underbrush. He dodged to the left, then the right. The shadows grew shorter. The men drew closer.

A dark mass, a boulder or maybe a massive tree trunk, blocked his path. It swallowed up the dancing lantern light, a flat, empty darkness.

Whatever it was, Logan ran toward it.

Shouted swears as the mob hit the thicket echoed against the trees. “You made me rip my favorite pants, freak!” Someone shouted. The blacksmith. Perhaps the shopkeeper. Enraged, they all sounded the same.

Logan hoped to hide behind the mass, definitely now a boulder—he could just make out a bit of the grey treeline above it. As he drew nearer, though, he discovered it wasn’t merely a boulder, but a gap in the rocky foothills on either side of the forest. A cave.

Bears lived in these woods. Bats, too. Worse, if the stories were true.

Given what Logan knew about the villagers’ stories about him, though, he doubted the veracity of many of their stories.

A rock exploded against a tree only a dozen yards to his left.

“We see you!” a voice jeered as another rock struck the same tree. “Fucking tall ass freak!”

The chance of a bear beat the certainty of the mob, so Logan darted into the cave.

He slowed as soon as he passed the threshold, the utter darkness within making the forest feel brightly light. The tiniest glint of lantern light at the cave’s mouth was the sole evidence flames had ever existed. Shivering, he inched deeper into the cave, stepping toe-heel. Relief flooded his veins when the grating voices faded, the last glimmer of lamp light absorbed by the dark stillness of the dark stone. The cave was cold and dry, his own breathing roared in his ears.

He was alone. He was safe.

Fear-fueled strength waning, Logan sank down and crouched against a mostly smooth divot in the wall. Knees hugged to his chest, he worked to slow his breathing, ignoring the ache in his knee and shin for now.

For now, he just listened.

Save for several breathless moments when the men tromped past the entrance, the cave was dark and silent. Even that moment was brief and it appeared the mob gave up their pursuit.

Logan had no way of knowing how much time had passed, nor how easily sound from within the cave might spill out into the forest, but eventually the throb in his leg could no longer be ignored. Moving as slowly and quietly as he could, he stretched out his injured leg to assess the damage.

Blindly prodding, he found a gash below his kneecap and another above the edge of his boot. The rest appeared to be simple bruising. Nothing was broken, but he would need to clean the wounds so that infection wasn’t his next big problem.

Logan shivered, stifling a humorless laugh. Expulsion meant he’d never need to have that argument again. Not in this village, at least. He shifted again and a warm trickle down his leg told him his current big problem was blood loss.

Feeling around the cave floor turned up little more than a few dried leaves and pebbles. He raised a handful of the tiny dried bits to his nose. Yarrow. He stretched to gather more, then ripped his pant leg from ankle to knee. Wincing, he pressed as much of the dried yarrow over his wounds as he could stand. It wasn’t perfect, but was better than continuing to bleed.

He let his head fall back against the wall with a little thud and a sigh. Eyes squeezed shut, he shoved away the pain to consider his next steps.

It was possible the mob would simply wait him out at the edge of the forest, counting on hunger or the cold to drive him back to the village. Even if they hadn’t torched his home, return was not an option.

Under cover of darkness, this little cave was a sanctuary, but in the harsh dawn’s light, it could quickly become a cage. Though tempted to rest for a few hours before heading out in search of a more permanent safe space, Logan was self-aware enough to admit that, in this weakened state, there was little guarantee he’d actually wake before dawn. The fear of waking to the raucous voices of the mob, their lanterns in his face, shook him from his drowsiness, the imagined gleam of their torchlight snapping open his eyes.

The light, however, had not been imagined.

An arm’s reach away, just above eye level, floated a glimmery ball of light. It shone a soft blue, the color of the sky at mid-day. The color of his late father’s eyes.

The color of hope.

Logan stared at the light for a long moment before shaking himself. Was he dreaming? Pushing up to his feet, a groan escaped his lips at the jolt of pain in his leg. The light flickered, then rose, again just above his eyes.

Fuzzy memory brushed at his mind, an old story his father read to him before (and well after) he could read for himself. Mythical fables of tiny lights that would guide the hopeful, the virtuous, the hurt and the needy home.

“You know I can’t return to my home,” he said aloud to the little light. Sharp laughter edged his voice, shame at his own foolishness. He’d been homeless for far longer than when this village, too, turned on him for his strangeness. Alone in a cave and talking to an imagined ball of light, could he blame them?

Almost in response, the light shifted and a second light sprung to life a few feet from the first.

Instead of leading him toward the mouth of the cave and back out to the forest, it drew him deeper inside. Logan blinked at it. Did he really have anything to lose?

He stepped forward and the first light rushed forward, dancing around his head. “Alright, alright,” he chuckled, the bright blue light impossibly warm and cheery and filling him with… more optimism than he’d felt in a long, long, time. A third light sparked to life and he nodded. “It appears you have a plan,” he muttered. “Just—” he gasped when he stepped and put his full weight on his injured leg. “Just go slow,” he managed, one hand on the cave wall for support. “Please,” he added and the little light bobbed, like a nod, before drifting deeper into the cave.

Well after Logan had expected to hit the back of the cave, the lights continued, leapfrogging ahead each time he drew near enough to touch the closest light. One halting step at a time, he followed. When he stumbled, a fourth and fifth light sparked on either side of him, sharing their strange warmth.

“Thank you,” he murmured and let them guide him. Logan didn’t know how long they’d meandered through the cave and a high-pitched laugh bubbled up from the back of his throat at the image of himself limping in circles in the back of a dark cavern. Not long after that, the wall seemed to fall away, starlight and the thin pink light of dawn glowing beyond.

He managed one more step before falling forward. Logan was already wrapped in a dark blanket of unconsciousness when the lights caught him and laid him gently on the ground.

~

“Ohh, Jannie!” The familiar sing-song followed by an emerald glow at the edges of his vision was Janus’ only warning before Remus appeared in front of him. Shoulders shimmying, he levitated, one leg crossed over the other, a few inches above the wooden table where Janus prepared both meals and potions. The brilliant green of his eyes over-illuminated the grimoire in its stand as he stared expectantly at Janus. The apparition pouted when Janus didn’t look up. “It looks like Pattycake found another one! Out by the Gate.”

“Hm, really?” Janus graced him with a single eyebrow raise before returning to his work. It wouldn’t’ve been the first false alarm—or outright prank—the spirits in his charge had brought to him. He finished his current sentence before pulling the ink closer to the page.

“Yes, really!” Remus huffed and the lid to Janus’ inkwell popped into place, blocking his quill. “Pattycake says this one’s important, too.”

Full attention drawn, Janus laid down his quill and met Remus’ translucent eyes. “Important?” he murmured.

“Mm-hm… Important and alive, just like you.” Remus’ grin didn’t last. When he dissolved only to reappear next to the cottage door, his eyes were serious.  “But maybe not for long.”

“I’ll get my bag.”

~

By the time Janus had gathered his bag and his cloak and pulled the heavy wooden door shut behind him, Remus had already found Virgil. The pair were exchanging their typical morning greetings, cat’s claws buried in the thick bark of his oldest alderwood. His hiss cut short the moment Janus appeared and started down the path.

Virgil shifted and leapt from the branch to join him, eyes drawn to the medicine bag in his hand. “You’re not headed to the village, are you? Things are… tense down there.”

“That says a lot coming from our resident scaredy cat,” Remus laughed, not bothering to corporate.

“Tense?” Janus asked, ignoring the friendly barbs. "How so?”

Giving Remus nothing more than an eye roll in response, Virgil shrugged at the witch. “The usual ‘you’re not like us so you have to die bullsh—”

As though summoned by the curse, one of Patton’s will o’ the wisps blipped in front of him and Virgil nodded. “Sorry, Pat.”

Shaking his head at the predictable antics, he pointed down the path from his cottage. “Is he still down by the gate?”

In answer, the will o’ the wisp buzzed half-way down the path before pausing. Janus would need to wait until they were all back in the cottage before Patton could speak to him, but for now, the dual message was clear. 

“Yes, and hurry up!”

~

Logan dreamt. He was a child again, small enough to comfortably curl up in a nest of blankets in front of the hearth. He watched as his father stirred the big iron pot, metal ladle clanging gently against the sides. The pot bubbled, full of a broth or stew or perhaps even the dumpling soup he liked… whatever it was, it smelled wonderful.

The fire crackled gently in the fireplace, close enough to warm him, far enough that he had no fear of sparks. His father had always known just how close to let him settle in. The blankets were thick and soft, softer than in his memory, even. They smelled of sage and lavender and black pepper. A tiny black cat curled near his leg, purring gently. 

His father hummed as he cooked, an old lullaby he used to sing when Logan was feverish or had woken from a nightmare. He smiled as he dropped a handful of herbs into the simmering water, the fragrant smoke wafting through his shimmering blue hair.

Eyes wide, Logan sat up. “Papa?” Rough and cracking, his voice was low. The voice of a man, not that of a little boy. Hands shaking, he reached up and felt his own face. Two-days worth of stubble scratched his palms, and his fingers were rough and calloused. But he couldn’t deny the evidence of his other senses. “Papa, is that you?” 

“Logie…” His father turned and before Logan could blink, was at his side. He smiled, bright and bold, his front cuspid cracked, just like Logan remembered. His entire form was edged in a faint blue, the same shade as the lights Logan had seen in the cave, he held his hand. Wrapped firmly around his, his father’s hand was warm and tingly, sending the hair on his knuckles and his arm on end. “Of course it’s me, Logie,” he murmured in the voice Logan thought he’d never hear again.

“Papa,” Logan clung to him, eyes squeezed shut. He felt real. He felt warm and safe. Familiar broad shoulders, big, fleshy muscles, thick curls tickling Logan’s cheek.

He felt like home.

“Papa, the town, they—” Tears choked out the rest of his words and he cried hot, shameful tears. “I—̛I was alone. I couldn’t fend them off, I—”

“You’re safe, now, Logie,” his father whispered. “You’re not alone anymore. You’re safe here.”

“But you’re—” He couldn’t force the word past his tight throat. “I buried you, Papa,” he finally managed to whisper, squeezing the hand in his.

“I know. And you were so strong.” His father’s hand cupping his cheek, Logan melted against it, just like he would when he was nothing more than a child. “It’s really me, Logie. Just… just a little different now.”

“But…” It was impossible. His father had… “But how?”

His father’s eyes shifted and Logan turned to follow his gaze. A man, a plain, ordinary man stood in the corner. He wore a heavy black cloak, his face half-hidden in shadow. A crooked smile fought its way to the light, the flicker of the fireplace giving him an animated expression. “Logie, I’d like you to meet my friend, Janus.”

The man stepped forward, hand outstretched. He quickly flipped it over, palm up, but not before Logan caught sight of the runes tattooed across the back of his hand.

Before he could think better of questioning the hospitality of the man his father described as a friend, Logan blurted out, “You’re a witch?” 

“You got a problem with wiccans, Stretch?” A cloud of green formed inches from his face, molding before him into a wild pair of eyes above a manic grin.

“Smooth, Remus,” spat the cat by his shin and Logan’s eyes whipped back to it and stared.

“Y—you speak?”

The cat stretched and kneaded the floor, claws carefully tucked inside its paws. Logan blinked and a young man dressed head to toe in black wool suddenly sat hunched in the cat’s spot. “Of course I speak.” His smirk and the dark eyes flashing warmly heavy bangs belied the otherwise hard tone. “Don’t you?” 

“Oh, Kiddo…” His father squeezed his hand and nodded to the witch. They both watched as he filled three bowls with dumpling soup. Stunned, Logan leaned against his father and accepted the first bowl. 

“Eat up, Logan,” the witch murmured with another half smile as he passed a bowl to the man-cat, cat-man… Whatever it was. “We have a lot to explain.”

[chillykitty]

so everyone who was saying bloody mary and the dragon witch are gfs i think youre right. also i figured out who Roman gave those cats to

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Saw these poses and brain went "draw for Wolfsbane au" and thus... here we are.

A bookworm who fell asleep while reading.

Roman finally got to tag along to a market as his tiny self. Virgil and Remus getting surprised by some rain.

Original poses by Mellon_soup on Instagram

Pose 1 I Pose 2 I Pose 3

[fred-the-god]

Au time continues, now featuring Remus

Belongs to previously mentioned unamed au

He’s a witch (like Virgil)

He has a pretty high amount of magic, but his raw magic is linked with Romans (they basically share the same magic battery) so that can be an issue sometimes. He is fairly skilled with his magic, he may not know a lot of normal spells, but he gets creative with it.

He is constantly fighting the urge to get more piercings, but his current facial piercings are: right eyebrow, bridge, nose, septum, smiley, snake bites, labret, and dimples. (All but one are ones my sister has/had) And he got 13 ear piercings

[ashs-random-writing]

Witch Patton One-shots

Part 2

Ao3

—

Patton has magic. But, that doesn’t mean he knows how to use it

—

Janus hissed in comfort, under his heat lamp and on his blanket.

Patton was sleeping, and so was the other human, who he’d since learned was called Roman.

Roman was still annoying, if Janus was honest. Still making a lot of jokes at his height.

The door to the bedroom was ajar, like always, letting a small stream of light into the bedroom from where the living room lamp was always left on

Janus didn’t understand why humans had so many different kinds of rooms. There was the kitchen, to prepare food (Janus didn’t go in there often, he didn’t need to eat), there was the bathroom, for bathing, but Janus had never been in there, because humans were strange creatures and decided they needed to keep their bodies hidden from others.

There was the living room, which was for talking and ‘hanging out’ in. They did that in the other rooms as well, so Janus didn’t understand the purpose. But it had comfy blankets and cushions, and it was warm, so he didn’t care. There were the bedrooms, as well. Private rooms for sleeping, and ‘chilling out’. This one, Janus understood ever so slightly more

He hated being bothered when he was sleeping, so he didn’t mind that the bedrooms were private.

There was noise in the bedroom now.

He cracked an eye open, and surveyed the room. Oh, that was the source of the noise

He opened his eyes fully. Patton seemed to be having some kind of night terror

Janus absolutely didn’t care about the human that had cursed him into such a tiny body, but he had found that Patton’s magic got stronger when he was emotional. Even after he’d stopped holding his magic inside, the number of magical accidents didn’t seem to decrease that much

He looked at the human, and he could feel the magic starting to spark off of him

Hm.

Well, he certainly needed to wake him up, to prevent any further damage to the room, but he really, really did not want to be cursed a second time.

He slithered towards the second human’s bedroom. Better Roman than him, he decided, before entering the room.

They had a lot of memorabilia from something Janus didn’t know or care about.

He woke them up and directed them towards Patton’s room to deal with the nightmare.

He watched from a safe distance as they tried to wake Patton up, and got hit by a stray beam of magic.

Janus couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as he saw what happened to the annoying human.

Or, rather more accurately at the moment, cat. Now a little orange cat, they were sitting dazed on the ground.

Janus found this a rather fitting form for them.

Of course, he’d still be able to hear what they were saying, being a creature of nature magic, but he’d be the only one.

Patton woke up a little while later, and stared at the cat on the ground

“Huh? How…?”

Patton looked over at Janus, who had curled up rather comfortably after adequately making fun of Roman

“Janus, how did this cat get in,”

Janus opened his eyes, and smiled.

“Well, that’s a good question,” he responded simply, closing his eyes again

“Janus..” Patton said, with a sort-of warning to his words

He rolled his eyes, and looked up at his human friend

“Fine,” he relented “your magic lashed out while you were sleeping, and Roman tried to wake you up” he laughed

“Rather stupid of him, if you ask me,” he added

Roman’s eyes snapped towards him

“You told me to, you slimy snake!” Roman shouted, words coming out more like a yowl to anything but Janus

Patton looked between them with visible confusion

“So… Roman’s a cat now? Oh gosh, how am I gonna explain this to Virgil?”

Janus rolled his eyes at the mention of the humans’ other friend.

He wasn’t too fond of them, since he wasn’t allowed to roam freely or as himself, rather than a regular snake when they were in the apartment.

Roman was still yowling about something or other, and Janus slithered away.

Patton approached him a little while later

“Janus, since I know that you can understand animals, and therefore you know what Roman is saying, I’m gonna need your help, is that okay?”

Janus, instead of responding, simply hissed at the orange cat that was in Patton’s arms

Roman hissed back at him, swiping a claw towards him

Janus turned away indignantly

“Alright, both of you stop that. You’re acting like kids, and I want you to at least attempt to get along with each other, or you’re both going to have to be stuck like this,” Patton said disapprovingly, gesturing to their cursed forms

Janus definitely didn’t pout

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it,” he replied

Roman also mumbled an agreement

Roman was set down on the couch, next to Janus, who definitely didn’t glare

Patton cleared his throat

“Alright, so I have some questions about what exactly happened, so, Janus, you tell me what happened first, and then you need to translate Roman’s answer for me, okay?”

Janus crossed his arms

“What if I don’t want to?��� He challenged. Patton stared at him disapprovingly

Eventually, he agreed

“Basically, you were having a nightmare or something, and then Roman came in to help you, and then you cursed him. That’s it,” he said, casually

He could feel Roman’s glare, before Roman told him what to say for his side of the story

“I was sleeping peacefully, and then Baby Snake over here came in and woke me up, and practically dragged me to your room” he said

Janus felt his anger spike at the Baby Snake comment

“So, he’s saying that he came into your room completely of his own accord, and happened to get cursed,” he said, instead of saying what he was told to

Roman started shouting, or yowling rather, at him

“I did not, you are a liar, you-!”

Patton looked between them and sighed, cutting off Roman’s angry tirade

“Alright, I’m getting the sense that Janus might not have given an accurate translation, is that right, Roman?”

The cat traitorously nodded. Janus hissed

“He’s lying to slander my name,” he hissed out, turning his face away

Patton rubbed at his temple

“Listen, I can sense your emotions and it’s pretty obvious to me when you’re lying, so please just tell me the truth,” he asked, practically begging. He sounded tired

“Alright, fine, I lied, but- but he called me Baby Snake again!” He complained dramatically, watching Patton’s disapproving stare move to be focused on Roman instead

Roman grumbled about how he should be able to call Janus whatever nicknames he wanted since it was Janus’s trickery that got him in the situation

Janus hissed more viciously.

Patton’s magic seemed to be reacting, meaning that Patton was getting some kind of emotional reaction.

“Alright, you two try not to kill each other, I’m going to get ready for work, and you two are going to stay here, and preferably think of a cover story for us for where you,” he pointed at Roman “have suddenly disappeared to, and why I’ve suddenly acquired a cat, is that clear?”

Patton’s voice sounded firmer than usual, less like the soft voice he often used. It sounded more like a scolding parent.

It was probably because of all of the stress of the morning. Janus relented, and nodded

He could see Roman nodding in agreement as well, looking just as guilty as Janus

The second that Patton left the door to go to work ten minutes later, they both turned to each other

“You are a rude, deceitful little snake,” Roman mewed at him

Janus crossed his arms

“And you are a very rude and annoying human- oh, sorry, I mean little kitty cat,” he hissed out, coiling up

The argument dragged on for hours, with neither of them admitting that they were wrong. And Janus was absolutely right for that, totally; Roman was the one in the wrong in entirety.

“I could attack you, you know,” Roman said matter-of-fact-ly, and rather suddenly after a while of silence “I have claws,”

Janus laughed at that, feeling more than a little amused

“You could try, but I’m sure you realise that I’d win that fight with ease, don’t you, kitty cat?” He teased, his hissing words sliding out of his mouth like a stream

“Oh, please, all you do is sit around and nap all day. You don’t even need to eat, so excuse me for doubting your hunting skills”

Janus couldn’t help the way his anger deepened

“I’ll have you know that I occasionally partake in hunting to help the local ecosystem be the best it can be, and I think you should know that I am very, very good at it,”

He let the implied threat linger in the air. Roman’s claws were kneading the cushion below him, and piercing the silence.

“Besides,” Janus added “this body is new to you. I’m experienced,”

Roman took some time to think of a response in his small brain, much to Janus’s amusement

“Yeah, well, you were a lot bigger when you were hunting, so I’m not sure you’ll be as good now that you’re all itty-bitty,”

Janus hissed

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, considering the prey I’m thinking of happens to also be, as you put it, itty-bitty,” he looked at Roman’s small body pointedly

“Okay, well, we’re not actually gonna attack each other, are we? Patton wouldn’t like that,” Roman, said, clearly realising that Janus was superior

“No, he wouldn’t like that, which is the only reason I haven’t attacked you yet,” Janus responded in his superiority

They went back to sitting in mostly silence for a while. Janus got cold and decided to leave the living room and go back to his blankets and lamp

He was napping by the time he heard very loud yowling from the living room

Roman trying to complain about Janus to Patton, it seemed. He couldn’t make out individual words

Of course, with the witch unable to understand cats, the complaining would be futile, unless Janus was to give an accurate translation of what exactly he was saying

Patton called him in

“Janus, would you very kindly be able to explain what Roman is trying to say?” Patton asked, and he turned to Roman

“Tell him that you threatened to attack me, and that you’ve been rude to me all day,”

Janus rolled his eyes

“He’s upset that after he threatened to attack me, I informed him who’d win that fight,” Janus said, adding truth to the words.

Roman yowled another complaint

“Is that what he said?” Patton asked, clearly not believing that Roman was saying things to incriminate himself

“Well, no, but it’s the truthful side of the story, his version is all lies and slander,”

Patton sighed.

“Will you two please just try to get along with each other? I know this isn’t an ideal situation, but I’d like you to get along, because otherwise it will just keep going on until you’re both miserable. Do you want that?”

Janus crossed his arms and perhaps did a little bit of sulking

“Now, does anyone have any ideas on how to explain this little incident?”

Janus looked at Roman

“We.. we could ask my brother for help?”

Janus translated

There was a small sidetrack when Patton had to ask why, exactly, Roman’s brother Remus knew about Patton’s magic (answer: Roman was predictably bad at secrets, much like how he was bad at not being insufferable, and told his brother everything)

Eventually, it was agreed that they’d say that Roman had decided to visit his brother for an undetermined amount of time, and Remus had agreed to cover for them.

Janus almost rolled his eyes, in fact the only reason he didn’t was that he and Roman were under careful supervision to make sure that they weren’t getting at each other’s throats

Patton had looked at his security camera’s feed, and had found that from the one side of the conversation he could understand, Janus hadn’t in fact started the argument and it was Roman who had threatened first.

Unfortunately, Janus was still told off for being mean about it.

Then came time to think of a name for the cat that Roman had turned into; they for some reason couldn’t call him Roman in front of people, as that would apparently cause a small amount of suspicion.

Janus wondered if there was some human rule against naming someone or something the same name as something else. He didn’t get it.

He yawned, starting to curl up. He started to nap once again, making up from being woken by Roman’s insistent meowing and complaining.

The next few days were annoying, much to Janus’s dismay. Not only could he not nap as much, but he had to hang around Roman to act as a translator. And, to top it all off, he got told off if he gave a wrong translation, even if his version was better

He would often hiss at the former human

Roman still slept on his own bed, which was great since it meant that Janus could have some peace and quiet in Patton’s bedroom

No one was very happy at this situation. As funny as it was at first, now that he had to help? No, thank you.

The name they had used for cat-Roman was Pumpkin, since they were both orange. Roman didn’t seem to mind it, but he was pretty much sulking all the time since he was cursed. Janus couldn’t relate, he was always perfectly composed.

—

@a-chilly-pepper @da3dm

[monkeythefander]

A Witch and a Baby

Chapter 1: Prologue- The Day Logan Became a Dad

Content Warnings: None that I know of (let me know if I missed anything in the comments)

Summary: Logan lived by himself and didn’t exactly have any friends, until a baby suddenly appeared in his life.

(Aka: Logan’s guide to becoming a dad and making friends)

Click see more to read the fanfic.

It was late in the evening, and Logan was relaxing in his cottage in the Sanders woods. These woods are home to all sorts of magical beings. Logan happens to be a witch.

Logan was reading a mystery novel as he sat on his lounge chair in front of his fireplace. He was about to move onto the next chapter of his book when he heard a knock on his door. Logan waits for a moment before getting up, not expecting any visitors. He doesn’t exactly have any friends. The knock happens again, so Logan finally gets up and answers the door.

Outside of his house stood his ex-mentor, The Dragon Witch. Logan had first heard of the powerful witch with a dragon tattoo on her wrist as a teenager, and wanted to learn magic from her. When Logan turned 18, he went off to ask her for an opportunity to be her apprentice. She accepted him as her apprentice and he learned from her for four years. She taught him a lot of spells and gave him a place to stay so he could move out of his parents’ house. A few months ago, a now 22-year-old Logan felt that she couldn’t teach him anything else and decided to go off and keep studying magic on his own. So Logan told the Dragon Witch he was going off on his own, bought a cottage that was a good distance from a small village and made it his home. He told her where he was moving to in case she ever needed to speak to him. However, Logan didn’t expect his former mentor to want to see him again, since she seemed disappointed when he left.

“Hi, Logan. Long time no see.” The Dragon Witch says with a small smile on her face. It’s at this moment that Logan notices she’s holding something in her arms.

“Salutations, Ms. Dragon Witch. What brings you here this evening?” Logan asks curiously, while looking closely at whatever is in her arms.

“Oh, you don’t have to be so formal with me dear. You may not be my apprentice anymore, but you can still call me by my name.” She says.

“Okay, Delaney. Now, please tell me, what brings you here? And what’s that in your arms?” Logan says, tapping his foot slightly out of impatience.

“Oh, you mean this little one.” She says as she adjusts the thing in her arms to reveal it’s a baby wrapped in a blanket. The baby has a little bit of dark brown hair on their head and green scales on the left side of their face. They are asleep at the moment.

“Why do you have a baby? You always used to say you didn’t want to or have time to care for children.” Logan asks, staring at the baby in shock and confusion.

Delaney chuckles before responding. “Well, I had a bit of a potion mishap. I was trying to create a baby dragon for myself. After you left I’ve been wanting a companion, but none of the typical pets really like me. I thought I might as well live up to my name and create a dragon. But I seem to have messed up the potion somehow and ended up with this baby boy. He has scales, so the potion somewhat worked. His scales seem more snake-like though.”

“Okay…and why did you bring him here to meet me? I haven’t taken care of any babies before so if you need parenting advice I don’t think I’ll be of any help.” Logan says and crosses his arms.

“Don’t think so little of your skills Logan. You’d make a way better parent than I ever could. That’s actually why I brought this baby here. I want to give him to you.” Delaney says with a smile on her face. Logan stares at her in shock. He hasn’t seen her since he left her apprenticeship and now she reappears to ask him to raise a baby for her.

Delaney continues before Logan can try and argue against her idea. “You’re very smart and reliable Logan. Way more reliable than me. I’m always traveling to sell potions and gather ingredients to make more. I wouldn’t be able to provide a child with a stable home life. You on the other hand, from what I’ve heard from the village residents as I searched for you, tend to stay in one place. You keep to yourself and are frequently home. And you’re also very smart, so I know you’ll be able to figure out parenting on your own. You’re also the only person I trust with important things, like this baby. I wouldn’t want to send him to an orphanage or leave him on a random doorstep. So please, can you take care of this baby for me?” Logan stared at her for a moment, caught off guard by her kind words. Back when he worked for her, she did compliment him, but never this much.

“Are you completely handing over guardianship to me? Or do you still want to be involved in his life?” Logan asks.

“I’d like to be able to visit him when I can, but I wouldn’t want to be a parent. Maybe I’d consider myself his aunt. While you were my assistant I did start to feel like you were a younger brother I was trying to keep out of trouble.” Delaney says.

Logan sighs, “I didn’t cause that much trouble for you. Yes, some of my spells resulted in the cottage getting messed up but it was easy to fix. Anyways, okay, I’m fine with you being the aunt. And I guess I’ll take over the parental role for you since you trust me so much.”

“Oh, thank you Logan. I promise to visit and help out when I can. For now, here he is.” Delaney then hands Logan the baby. Logan carefully adjusts the infant in his arms and rocks him, trying to keep him calm since he woke up due to being put in someone else’s arms. The boy has one golden eye on the scaled side of his face and a brown eye on the other side.

“Does he have a name yet?” Logan asks. Delaney shakes her head no.

“I thought you should be the one to name him, since you’re going to be his dad. So, what will you name him?”

Logan then looks down at the baby boy in his arms and tries to think of a creative name. He then remembers being told about a certain god as a kid, and felt that the name would fit this child well.

“I’m going to name him Janus.” Logan says and the Dragon Witch smiles in response.

“That’s a lovely name, Logan.” She replies. Then she glances at her watch and sees how late it’s gotten. “I should probably go now, and let you and Janus get settled. I have to travel to sell some potions tomorrow, but I promise to come and visit again when I get back. Goodnight Logan.” Delaney waves goodbye before walking away into the night. Logan watched her go before stepping back into his house and closing the door with one hand, holding Janus with his other arm.

“I guess it’s just you and me now, Janus. I’ll do my best to take care of you. We can go to the village tomorrow to get some things for you.” Logan says to the baby, who makes a squeaking noise.

End notes: Thanks for reading. This is my first time trying to write a multi chapter story, so please leave a comment, like, or reblog if you’ve enjoyed so I’ll know you want me to continue this story.

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Monstrously Simple Days at College

Chapter Three: Don't Disturb the Witch

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Story Summary: Humans and Monsters live together in harmony and that means they all get to go to college together. Roman, Remus, Janus, Virgil, Logan and Patton are big group of friends that may be a bit chaotic with all the different monster cultures they hail from. College itself is hard too, but with them all supporting each other, it can’t be that bad, can it?

Content Warnings: Janus is irritating Logan on purpose but it is part of their friendship and Logan isn't too annoyed by it

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It took Logan only two weeks to get over their annoyance of a summer spent doing nothing but rituals and potion brewing and get back to doing those things in his free time to satisfy his curiosity. Thankfully the college provides small laboratories for the witch students to use that are shared between a group of four to five. Logan has managed to book the room for twelve hours to use it undisturbed and they are determined to make good use of it, especially since Remus is busy with its own project.

The potion recipe he had selected for today would take up almost all of the allotted twelve hours with a little time designated for clean-up after, so they are working on a strict schedule. Which is why as soon as they enter the room, they get to work. He sets up the book holder by the cauldron and uses a fire spell to ignite the wood placed underneath the huge metal container to get it heated up and ready to boil the water he adds next. Afterwards, he bustles from cabinet to cabinet to gather the ingredients he’ll need and neatly arranges them for later use.

They get absorbed into their work immediately. Potion brewing is a very routine process that Logan enjoys immensely – at least if it’s for their own ambitions and not just because the coven decided they had to help out.

Well, that wasn’t entirely fair, Logan had enjoyed the experiences he’d made over the summer, a lot of it had been fascinating and he’d learned a lot but there was also a lot of mundane, easy and repetitive task sprinkled in between that he could have done without.

But that was in the past, now he has a potion he is actually excited to work on to brew.

Several hours into the process, Logan is busy carefully counting how many times he’s stirring the tincture when the door to the laboratory opens.

“I have this room booked until 3am, so whatever it is you need, do it quietly and get out, please,” Logan says without looking up and while he continues to count. The door closes again, and they assume the other party left. They are proven wrong as a hand comes into view that glides along the edge of the cauldron, sharp claws scratching against the metal. Thankfully for them, it was not currently boiling and as such not hot to the touch.

“Hey Logan,” a familiar voice purrs before Janus is suddenly hopping to sit up on the cauldron’s edge to Logan’s right, his sharp grin only a short distance from Logan’s face. His wings keep him stabilized on the edge, one of them lightly tapping Logan’s left shoulder.

“Janus, I do not have time for your games right now,” Logan sighs, risking a short glance up to his friend, who just continues smirking at him. “I thought I made myself clear that I was busy with this potion for the rest of the day.”

“Oh, relax a bit Logan, you’re working too hard!” Janus laughs, lightly bumping his shoulder against Logan’s. “Taking a break won’t kill you.”

“If it eases your worries to know, I have taken several breaks as there are times in the process of brewing this potion where it has to rest and is not to be interfered with. I have eaten adequately and hydrated myself. But right now, I need to concentrate.”

“Concentrate on what? You’re just stirring in a circle.”

“Yes, and I need to do so precisely 500 times. So I am counting.”

“What are you at then? 54? 167? 349?”

“I know you are attempting to throw off my count, Janus, and I do not appreciate it. Please leave and find someone else to entertain you.”

“Aw, but Logan!” Janus pouts very dramatically and not at all sincerely. “I barely have had the opportunity to spend some time with you since the semester started! Remus has been keeping you all to themselves and I’m missing my friend!”

Logan is not about to fall for their dramatics.

“If you are so keen on spending time with me, you should have brought it up to me in my free time. I am working right now and would appreciate if you no longer disturb me.”

“So cold! I am saddened beyond belief! How can you be so indifferent to my attempts to simply spend time with you.”

“If you insist on spending time with me right this minute, then I would suggest a type of parallel play where the two of us engage in different activities while in the same space. If you would like to read a book, I will not mind you remaining in the room. As long as you let me continue with my work.”

“You’re no fun, Logan,” Janus groans, leaning harder into Logan’s side this time which almost interrupts his steady stirring.

“I am not in the mood for your jokes, Janus,” Logan presses out through grit teeth as he tenses his arms to keep the stirs even. “I am busy. Respect my boundaries or I will make you do so.”

“Uhhh, that sounds like a challenge, Logan.”

“It is not, Janus. It is an ultimatum. Leave now.”

“What could you possibly do to make me leave when you’re so busy with your counting?” Janus hops down from his perch and stalks around Logan, his wings fluttering in excitement. “You’re stuck in place, aren’t you? Unable to take your eyes off of your work for more than a fraction of a second. And don’t most of your spells need at least one free hand?”

“They do indeed. Thankfully for me, that makes 500.”

Before Janus can react, Logan pulls his staff out of the potion as that’s what he was stirring with, and with his left hand he pulls something out of his pocket.

“Now, wait—” Janus starts objecting but is cut off as Logan blows a handful of dark blue dust in his face. He starts spluttering and tries to wipe the stuff off of his face but quickly, he feels his consciousness fading.

“Wha—” he mumbles. “Wha’ di’ you dooo?”

“It’s a simple sleeping spell,” Logan explains matter-of-factly. “Judging by the rings under your eyes, it seems to me like you need the rest.” Janus glares at them but before he can retort, his knees give in and Logan quickly casts a levitation spell to catch him. They carefully float him over to the large window where the last beams of the setting sun spill into the room. The wide windowsill is covered with pillows and blankets as many a witch tends to spend a night in the laboratory while working on a more complex spell or potion.

Janus is slightly snoring in his sleep by the time Logan lowers him down on the comfy cushions and pulls a blanket over him.

“You really should find a healthier way to cope with your insomnia,” Logan whispers as they watch their friend sleep. “I will talk with the others about this tomorrow.”

Then they go back to their potion. They still have another five hours of work ahead of them after all.