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edupunkn00b · 6 months

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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.”

#Light in the Darkness #ts logan #ts janus #ts patton #ts remus #ts virgil #tall!Logan #witch!janus #ghost!remus #other tags are spoilers #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #magic au #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders

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5am-the-foxing-hour · 6 months

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Patton *hands up in surrender*: I think there's been some confusion... I'm not the one in a trouble here. Hunters: What? Patton *nervous chuckle*: There are only 4 of you... You'll need more than that. *5 glowing pair of eyes opening one after another behind him, in the darkness of the dense forest*

#sanders sides #Patton #Wolfsbane au #incorrect quotes #shitpost #Patton may know how to fight due to his past experiences as a hunter... but his magical fam are quicker to go for the throat than him

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aollosjustlurking · 5 months

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Oh you want a prinxiety prompt? Here's one to try!! :D

Virgil put out an ad on Craigslist for someone to help him with his new magical powers -- which are beginning to interrupt his everyday life. To his surprise, he gets a response quickly. They agree on a date and place, but to his surprise it's not an old mysterious woman in an old cottage, but instead the enthusiastic local baker?

I have tried it! Here you go!

Magical Powers are the Best Wingman

Word Count: 905

Virgil was fed up. He was tired of accidentally changing object’s sizes and or locations, tired of animals swarming him while looking at him expectantly (what was he supposed to do?), and he was especially tired of the random sparks he let off when he was stressed and hadn't used his powers in a while. He never asked for this, and now he needed to figure out how to get this all under control. That’s how he found himself in an unfamiliar field waiting for an unfamiliar face. The idea of enlisting a random stranger off the internet’s help as well as meeting up with them was a terribly unsafe idea, and Virgil recognised this more than most. But he also, as previously mentioned, was fed up with his situation and desperate. It was probably going to be an old, kind witch who had answered his cry for help, right?

Nope. Virgil watched, confused, as the town baker, who he knew to be Roman, walked towards him. Roman had not ever shown any signs of having magical capabilities, at least not that Virgil had noticed. But maybe that was good, yes? If he did have powers and was great at concealing them, he could teach Virgil to do the same. The two exchanged quick greetings once Roman had reached Virgil’s spot in the meadow.

“I didn’t know you had- um,” Virgil was struggling to find the words he wanted to say.

“Magic isn't a shameful word, you can say it,” Roman apparently was not struggling at all to find the words Virgil wanted to say. “But I am surprised, I’m not really secretive about my powers.”

“Well, I don’t visit the bakery much these days.”

This was met with a chuckle before Roman replied, “Yes, haven't seen you in a bit since you accedently changed the color of my counter then shocked me as I gave you your change.” Virgil was mortified at that memory, and Roman could tell. “Don’t worry, that's what we’re here for, yes?”

“I guess.” This was all too new and too much for Virge. “This is all such a pain.”

“Magic? It can be I guess, but it can also be, well, magical,” Roman’s eyes were bright with some sort of positivity Virgil could’t begin to decipher, but he did find himself drawn to it.

“Poetic.”

“Shut up, you get what I mean, don’t you?” Roman had never met a person with powers who seemed so off put by them. How could one be given such a great ability and be repulsed by it.

But it wasn’t that Virgil was repulsed, rather he was afraid. “Sure. Your redundant statement doesn’t really do much for me though,” he looked Roman in the eyes, those stupidly bright eyes, and continued, “Level with me here, is there a way I can just not use any of this ever? Like never even have to think about it?”

“No can do. You can’t push magic away, that will only make it harder to control. It has manifested in you, and you can’t change that.”

“Great.” That was not what Virgil had been hoping for.

“Look, once you start practicing this all it will be easier to manage, fun even.”

“I doubt that.” Virgil had not been having fun with his new aliment so far, why should that change because this bright eyed, well toned man said it would?

“Wanna bet?” Roman smiled at Virgil, gears clearly turning in his mind.

“What’s on the table?”

“Say, if you’re right and magical powers are just the worst gift ever given to you, then you can have any assortment of baked goods of your choosing on the house,” Roman proposed.

“That is tempting. And what if you win?” Virgil doubted it, he was already planning what pastries to get once he became victorious.

“If I win and you learn to enjoy magic then I get to take you out some evening for a lovely night together, sound alright?”

“Oh. Um, ok I guess, but don’t get your hopes up.” Virgil found himself speaking more to his own mind than the man in front of him.

The two discussed ways of releasing pent up magic, how to focus energy in one space, and even began to practice some simple spells. They met at that clearing multiple times a week. Virgil honed his powers and was beginning to be able to effectively use them, but that was not his favorite aspect of these magic practice sessions. His favorite part was when they would finish off laying in the grass just talking. He wondered if the enchanting aspect of Roman was something magical or just innate about him. The setting sun illuminated him in such a way that Virgil could not make his brain move past it.

“Did you hear my question?” Roman had apparently been speaking while Virgil had been staring at him like an idiot. Great.

“No, sorry. Tired,” Virgil muttered the last word as an excuse, hoping the other would buy it.

“I asked if you’ve been enjoying magic as of late.” Roman was now looking back at Virgil, their faces close.

“Oh. Yeah, sure. It’s been alright.” Words were once again not coming easy to Virgil.

“You know what that means.” Roman was grinning like an idiot but Virgil didn’t mind.

“Can I still get a few pastries though?”

Roman laughed and pressed their foreheads together. “Maybe.”

#sander sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #prinxiety #thomas sanders #prinxiety oneshot #oneshot #magic au

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jungle321jungle · 29 days

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False Dawn- Ongoing

For his entire life, Janus Ekans had done whatever he could to prove himself and rise in the ranks of his father’s court, but it was all worthless in the end. Now, the only path to survival is to rely on his father’s killer, Duke Logan Ackroyd, even if it means discarding his pride and blood ties. It might not be freedom, but at least it won't be his head rolling on the floor next.

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False Dawn:

Idiom: A situation that looks like it is beginning to improve when, in reality, it is not.

Ao3 - Other Masterlists

Chapters:

One

Two

#sanders sides fic #janus centric #janus sanders #logan sanders #minor violence #shapeshifting #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #monsters #magic #royalty au #tags may change

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wolfprincesszola · 6 months

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The Fate of the Marked Six Masterlist

Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

Pairings: Logan/Patton (Logicality), Roman/Virgil (Prinxiety), Remus/Janus (Dukeceit)

Word Count: 85,082

UPDATES EVERY WEDNESDAYS!

Read it at archiveofourown (click the underlined)!

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monkeythefander · 5 months

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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)

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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.

Link to next part: https://www.tumblr.com/monkeythefander/737266270016241664/a-witch-and-a-baby-chapter-2-logan-makes-a

Link to this fanfic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52055863/chapters/131648824

#sander sides #sanders sides fanfiction #logan sanders #janus sanders #witch logan sanders #baby janus sanders #the dragon witch #the dragon witch’s name is Delaney #accidental baby acquisition #a witch and a baby sanders sides fanfic #the dragon witch accidentally creates a baby #with magic #fantasy au #sanders sides fantasy au

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typically-untypical · 11 months

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The Fallen

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Notes: I will only be putting the first chapter on Tumblr because it's very difficult for me to post multi chapter things on tumblr and make sure all the links get connected and all that. Also, this is for @8beez from the @tsspromptmonth spring cleaning event!

Chapter 1: Star in the Woods

Fwoosh boom.

The forest seemed to bend inward, bowing towards the center as a streak of light hurtled out of the sky and crashed to the ground. Logan stared, his forgotten papers falling slowly through the air. Several questions ran through his mind as his body decided on a course of action. The researcher in him wanted to run into the forest, wanted to pull out his notebook, and start cataloging everything, but his body was frozen in wonder. Jupiter's storm- Venus was right! All these years studying astrology, all those times Patton said there was no way a star could predict the future. Hah! And what did Venus say? Heavenly figures would fall today. The stars had also said that today was a day for those born under the sign of Scorpio to boldly go after their future.

Logan stepped forward, papers forgotten on the floor.

His wand illuminated his path as he walked to the edge of the forest, cut wood changing to grass and eventually changing to the fallen underbrush he had known to be wary of. The forest had always been Patton’s domain, a love of plants and nature but the trees gathered close and cut Logan off from the stars. It made him nervous. It made him uneasy. Plants had always made Logan uneasy especially after- no, he didn’t have time for the past. He took in a deep breath, steadying his nerves, and entered the forest. He needed to boldly go. The darkness swallowed him, his wand barely making a dent. Logan cast his eyes to the sky, unable to see even the moon through the dense foliage. He shivered. It was just a forest of plants and any animals that might live in these parts had mostly likely been scared away by the light and the crash. If Logan wanted to investigate, he just needed to push forward. He could do this.

After the seventh time of tripping over some roots and scraping his hands against the bark of a tree, Logan was ready to call it off. Mysterious light or no, he was frustrated and that frustration was hiding the terror that bubbled inside of him. He gripped his wand tighter in his left hand, his right held out as a brace against the forest around him. It was only as he tripped on another root, almost dropping his wand and losing his light spell, that he realized there was another light source. The mysterious light! He quickly turned toward it, moving forward carefully as he approached the ever-bright mystery.

A sound broke through his elation, was that mewling? Whining? The sound of something small and in pain started to filter through the trees and Logan quickened his pace. Though the forest scared him he had always been the type of person who could cast his fears aside when someone was in need. The light grew and grew, almost blinding Logan as he shielded his eyes. There was a warmth that filled him, not like the warmth their sun had, but something softer and more radiant. His muscles felt relaxed and his mind was clear despite the earlier fear and adrenaline. Logan hadn’t been this calm in... a very long time. He was able to focus on the sound, moving his feet toward the echoes of pain. It led him to the edge of a crater where the light was brightest.

“Holy Neptune.” He mumbled at the sight, eyes surveying the scene. A small boy, in what looked like purple robes, was laying in the crater, twisted and curled in on himself. He had hair that seemed to shift from black to purple as Logan moved his head, trying to assess the damage. For a moment, Logan thought their eyes connected, but the boy was looking about wildly, unable to focus on anything. The crater was surprisingly shallow, and Logan carefully stepped in, tucking his wand into his pocket for safekeeping. This person needed help, but he wanted to do his best not to frighten the boy further “Hello?” He asked softly, trying to use a kind voice. Patton had always told him he sounded much too stern like a man giving a lecture. That wasn’t the aura he wanted to put out right now. “Can you hear me?”

At the sound of Logan’s voice, the boy locked eyes with him, clarity seeming to swirl behind his dark irises. His breath hitched and he tried to scramble away with only one arm, the other pinned tightly to his chest. It wasn’t hard to guess where this boy was injured. Logan cleared his throat, crouching down to make himself a little less intimidating. “Hey. I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered, still attempting to maintain a calm voice. Logan held his hands out, keeping his shoulders relaxed, showing he meant no harm, but he wasn’t sure the other understood.

The boy shook his head and cradled his arm to his chest. A single drop of silvery liquid came from a cut in the boy’s robes and Logan sucked in a breath. It was worse than he thought.

“Can I look at your arm?” He asked, reaching towards the boy but he moved too fast. The boy yelped and tried to scoot farther, back pressed against the edge of the crater. He seemed to grip his arm tighter only for more whines of pain to escape his lips. The boy’s chest rose and fell rapidly and he started shaking. His mouth was moving but all Logan could hear was static. He could feel it though. In his clarity, he could feel the fear and frustration. Shiny drops of liquid flowed from the boy's eyes and Logan had only seen something like this once before. Was he...was he having a panic attack?

After the one time, Logan had done a lot of research, he never wanted to feel so helpless when his friends were hurting, so he scooted forward slowly, hands raised and still leaving enough room for the other to maneuver.

“Hey, hey!” Logan tried to get through to the boy. “If you can understand me, I need you to breathe, ok? Breathe with me.” Logan exaggerated his breaths so that the boy could hear them, ignoring how he was slowly getting light-headed. He also put a hand on his own chest, pushing it out as he took in a breath and then back in as he let it out. “You need to let your parasympathetic nerves and norepinephrine kick in. You need to breathe for that to happen, ok?”

The boy looked at him terrified, watching his every movement as he babbled something Logan still couldn’t understand. He watched Logan’s hand and eventually started to copy the breathing. It was a slow process, every time he was almost close, Logan would adjust for comfort and the boy would start to panic again, but after nearly 20 minutes, the boy was breathing normally though fear still lingered in his eyes. He hugged his arm closer to his body, spreading the silver light all over his purple robes. It had gotten worse and Logan could see some of the fight leaving the boy in front of him. He couldn't let this kid go without medical help and though he knew there was a possibility he would make things worse emotionally. “I’m sorry,” He said quietly before standing up, quickly walking to the boy and scooping him up. The boy’s eyes widened, his breath immediately growing shallow again as he struggled in Logan’s arms. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, restraining the boy against his chest. “But you need help and you need someone who can look at your arm.” He marched out of the forest, noticing the boy himself let off enough light for Logan to see through the trees. It was fading by the moment and Logan picked up his pace as he saw the clearing that led to his house.

As he felt the grass under his feet he walked with more confidence and assurity. As they walked up the wooden steps Logan loosened his iron grip only to grab his wand and throw the door open. He was in a rush as he felt the boy’s fight grow weaker and weaker. By the time Logan laid the boy on the bed, the silvery light had spread through the boy's entire sleeve. He was unconscious by the time Logan pulled away, whispering a quiet ‘shit’ as Logan rolled up his sleeves and tore the boy’s. The boy on his bed obviously wasn’t human, but Logan hoped some of the anatomy was at least the same. When he had thought about boldly going into the forest he didn’t think he’d be playing doctor to an unknown creature.

Logan got the bleeding to stop and he had reset the boy’s bone, at least he hoped he had. There wasn’t much else he could do for now as stood up and began to clean up the room. There was still a hint of shining silvery liquid on the bed and the floor but he didn’t want to move the boy too much to change the sheets. “Who are you and where did you come from?” After cleaning everything he could, he grabbed his journal, quickly making notes about everything that had happened as well as the star alignments.

Today was an interesting day, and only the future will tell if it was a good one.

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Time from Inside the Clock

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REBLOGS>>>>LIKES

Virgil woke up that morning like usual, except the human found him. He wished for the day to start over so he could live without being found. It worked, and now things would be perfect if the human would just stop finding him every day.

When Virgil woke up, it was with a gasp. He couldn’t remember what dream had elicited this reaction, but he was still freaked out.

He ventured out of his bedroom, and through his tunnel system towards the large grandfather clock in the human’s house. He could get inside the clock with the tunnels, and he would rather do that to check the time than venture out into the open.

The clock was taller than even the human himself, but Virgil knew how to climb quickly. He looked at the numbers in their mirrored state, and read that it was 3:13 am

The human usually woke up at seven, so he could do a borrowing run if he wanted. He would need to that day anyway; he was running low on food, and he knew he wouldn’t get a chance for the next few days at least. He exited the clock and walked towards the kitchen.

His human was loud, loved bright colours, art, was impulsive and was just about the exact opposite of Virgil. He had painted his kitchen different shades of red, with patterns on most cabinets. Some had rainbows, some had flowers, and other patterns that were far too bright when Virgil had just woken up.

It was an old house, so a lot of walls had texture to them, and so did a lot of furniture. It was perfect for borrowing, even the tunnels were a lot more practical than the newer ones. Though, that wasn’t blaming the borrowers that built newer tunnels, it was blaming the humans that were making their walls so thin nowadays

His tunnels were amazing; one passageway even led out to the garden for quick escapes. His only problem with them was the fact that the main portion of the tunnels (like the storage rooms and bedroom) were underneath the floorboards. And, with how loud the human was, this really disrupted Virgil’s sleep. Virgil almost wished that just once he could tell the human to shut up, to walk lighter for once, to not walk like an elephant.

He knew the human wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it was still majorly annoying and gave Virgil frequent migraines. He threw his hook onto the kitchen counter, and climbed. The food that would stay good for a while was in the cabinet with the flowers, so he threw his hook again

He shoved food into his bag, and slung it back onto his shoulders. When he was climbing down, he started to hear footsteps. His heart started racing, and his thoughts ran at a mile a minute. It was nowhere near seven o’clock yet, what was he doing awake?

Virgil was still very much out in the open, and there was no way he’d be able to climb down in enough time to hide or get back into his tunnels. He clung to his string and braced himself for whatever horrors awaited him when the human inevitably saw him.

He heard the human yawn and the light flickered on. He held his breath and prayed that he wouldn’t be seen. But, he knew it was pointless. The human gasped, and suddenly he was being grabbed in hands that were too big and too tight.

He yelped. One of his arms was restrained, but the other was outside of the grip. It was very uncomfortable, and very terrifying. He struggled, trying to figure out what to do.

“What are you? Why are you in my kitchen? What are you doing? What’s your name? Do you have a name? If not I could name you, I suppose... I’m Roman” The human trailed off, and Virgil tried to ignore his discomfort at the idea of being named

He refused to answer the human’s questions, so he didn’t give away any sensitive information that could put other borrowers in danger. He was still struggling in the grip, and the human seemed amused at that. His captor started walking towards his bedroom, likely for something to contain him (assuming Virgil’s conclusion that he wanted to keep him to be correct)

Virgil didn’t like the feeling of being moved against his will. The human deposited him onto a shelf that (unfortunately) wasn’t connected to any tunnels and was too high up for him to jump down with his hook and string still in the kitchen. He shook, watching the human rummage through boxes until he found one with high enough walls that he wouldn’t be able to escape

He tried to calm his breathing down, and tried to think of a way out. Roman was still looking for a suitable box, so he had an undetermined amount of time to think

He had left most things in the tunnels, so he didn’t even have his needle, or his spare hook, or anything but his bag. He rummaged through his bag for something, anything, that could help. Nothing. Nothing but food that he had stashed earlier. Roman was walking back to him, box in hand. Virgil panicked, and threw a cracker at the human

Roman was only momentarily puzzled, before looking back at the borrower with a more annoyed expression. Virgil’s heart raced, and his brain was screaming to run.

“That wasn’t very nice” The human was still loud. Even more loud than usual, since Virgil was actually in the same room as him for once.

Virgil could barely hear him over the blood rushing in his ears and his brain’s screaming to run, to hide, to do anything except be out in the open. Roman reached out to grab at him, and he hissed.

Roman paused, a confused expression on his face. It didn’t last long and soon, he was back in that hand that was too tight.

He didn’t think. This was the thing he’d been training his entire life to avoid, all he could do was panic. He bit down on the finger closest to him as he was moved throughout the air

Suddenly he was falling. Straight into the box. He landed at an awkward angle on his arm, and couldn’t help the scream or sobs that forced their way out. He could make out Roman’s face above the box’s opening, looking concerned

Virgil didn’t care. He grasped at the arm that he was a hundred percent sure was probably broken. He could hear Roman frantically apologising above him, but all he could think about was pain

Why did he have to be so stupid, to borrow whilst the human was still in the house? It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, but everything went wrong so quickly. Roman was reaching into the box saying something about patching him up. Virgil scrambled away from the hand, which then lingered there for a simple moment

When the hand retreated, Virgil had curled up in a corner of the box and was desperately clutching at his arm as though he could magically stop the pain

Roman had left the room, so Virgil was alone with his thoughts. He knew it was still early morning, still long before the human would usually wake up. He let his eyes slip shut for a while, waiting until the human came back in. Virgil’s eyes opened when the door did, and he listened to the human, who was on the phone with someone. Virgil froze, was Roman telling people about him?

He tried to listen to the words being said

“Please come over as soon as you can, I accidentally dropped it -them?- and I think their arm is hurt and I don’t know if they can understand me or not but I think they’re scared, just please come over” A pause as the person on the other end responded

“Okay, thanks Logan” The call ended

Virgil thought that name over in his mind. Logan, that was one of the humans friends, right? The smart one, he was pretty sure. Virgil tried to move his arm, only to bite his tongue to stop making noise. Roman went closer to the box, looking down at Virgil with a mix of pity and concern

Virgil stared back up, and Roman started speaking again, but softer and quieter this time

“I am super sorry about your arm, little guy, I didn’t mean to drop you. I don’t know if you can understand me, but I think you’re too scared of me to let me help you, so I’ve got my friend to help, okay? He’ll be here soon” Virgil just stared blankly

A while later, the human’s friend did show up, looking annoyed at having to wake up before five am for this. Virgil winced; annoyed humans were almost as bad as angry humans

Virgil didn’t let himself be picked up. He was still panicking, still running on his fight or flight responses. Logan sighed above him, sounded even more annoyed. Even more reason to not let himself get picked up.

He had been running from the hand, every time it attempted to grab him. The hand retracted, and Virgil collapsed onto his knees.

He had never seen a human this close up before, and now there was two. It was... overwhelming, to say the least.

The humans were quiet above him, before a hushed whisper started between them

“I fear we may have overwhelmed them”

“What do you mean ‘we’? You’re the one who was trying to grab them over and over”

Virgil ignored them. How did humans deal with constant interaction with others? The rest of the day went by in a blur of panic, crying and pain. He had fallen asleep at some point, pure exhaustion made from the overwhelmingness of the day catching up to him. That was probably why he didn’t wake up when the humans bandaged up his arm

He felt incredibly uneasy knowing that the humans had held him whilst he was asleep. He had stared at the sling his arm was in for a solid minute, and he had felt a lump growing in his throat.

Roman hadn’t gone to work that day, instead, he chose to marvel at Virgil’s existence the entire day. Virgil just wanted to go home. Roman had given him food, which was a relief, but Virgil would still much rather be in bed, or roaming through the tunnels. Or doing literally anything except sitting in a box. He wished he could start the day over again so he wouldn’t get caught

He let out a small sob, how was it that borrowers had been so unheard of for years and years, and then Virgil had to ruin it, like an idiot.

He sat there for hours, as the humans did their things around the house. The box was ‘carefully’ moved into the living room (it didn’t feel very careful to Virgil)

Logan left the house to go back to his own, and Roman said goodnight and went to bed. It was dark again now. Virgil went to sleep.

When Virgil woke up, it was with a gasp. He looked around the room, his room, not a box. Was that a dream...? He usually forgot his dreams by now, but that was just as present in his memory as it would’ve been if it had happened yesterday. His arm didn’t hurt anymore, so it couldn’t have been real, right?

He started to walk towards the clock, wanting to know the time and it it was worth it to go back to sleep. When he was climbing to the top, he made himself ignore the memories from his dream. He stared at the numbers on the clock, starting to wonder what was going on

3:13.

Probably just a coincidence, but maybe he would wait for Roman to go to work to do the borrowing. Just in case. His emotions were still running high from that (dream? Vision?) so he just waited inside the clock. The hands seemed to tick at a minute per second, and everything that Virgil did made him more tense, more nervous

About twenty minutes later, he saw the human’s silhouette pass by the clock, he heard a yawn and a light switch turning on

He shuddered, that was when he was found. The human seemed to just have come down for a drink or something. Virgil climbed down from the clock, and into the walls. He didn’t know what was happening

His first thought was that maybe he had become a psychic, and could see the future, but he hoped not. That sounded like a horrible power to have with anxiety; never knowing when you’re panicking about nothing or if it’s actually something? No thanks.

He knew the human probably wasn’t gonna wake up again until his alarm went off, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He could still remember the pain that shot up his arm and had stayed there.

He climbed his way to near where Roman’s bedroom was. The human was back to being asleep.

Virgil didn’t know what was happening, almost didn’t want to know, but he did know that he had been given a second chance at the worst day of his life, and he wasn’t going to ruin it

He climbed back down to the floorboards, and back into bed. He had double checked that he had turned off all of the lights in the tunnels, particularly the light in the most obvious entrance in the kitchen

It was a mouse-hole type entrance in the corner of the kitchen, but he had put some borrowed fairy lights in there for when he wanted to see a little bit

He waited until he heard the loud footsteps directly above him (and he was developing another migraine, great) and the front door. He waited an extra few minutes, just in case, before going towards the mouse hole. He had brought his spare hook, his needle, and some other tools. He wouldn’t be as unprepared as he had been

The food wasn’t exactly where it had been the first time, but Roman had been in the kitchen before him this time, so that was to be expected. He shoved a few crackers in his bag, and started moving towards the next cabinet. This cabinet held sweet foods, like chocolate. Most of the packets had already been opened, and the human wasn’t going to notice three or four pieces missing.

Those went in his bag too. He started climbing back down to his tunnels, but, as if by magic, the front door opened. Virgil could feel the déjà vu overwhelm him as he clung to his string once again. Hopefully, he wouldn’t break his arm this time.

He wondered how he had been managed to be found twice, on two separate occasions that would usually be safe. Roman gasped behind him. Virgil didn’t need to listen to his rambling ball of questions to know it would be the same as the first time.

This time, however the questions came before the grabbing. When he did get grabbed, it was more gentle than the half asleep Roman had managed, though now both of his arms were restrained

Roman did the same thing of taking him to a different room (though, this time it was the living room) and placing him in a high place.

Virgil waited until the human was distracted, before getting out his spare hook, and climbing down. Roman chose that moment to have found a suitable place for Virgil to be kept, and looked up

He and Virgil made eye contact and the human jumped up, and practically ran up to where the borrower was swinging

Virgil squeezed his eyes shut, and Roman’s grip (tighter than it had been either of the times Roman had found him) enveloped him

It was painful, and he let out a small noise as all of the air in his chest was forced out. The human looked angry that he was trying to escape. He was talking to Virgil, but Virgil couldn’t make himself listen to the voice that was just a little bit too loud and he tried to move in the grip that was just too tight

Roman’s grip loosened a little while later, and Virgil took a deep breath of air. He doubted the human even realised how tight he had held the borrower.

Roman was still talking, but softer, and he sounded more concerned. Virgil tried to focus on what was being said

“-re you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Virgil made a small noise, neither confirming or denying the human’s question

He was placed in a box (similar height to the other one, but it was smaller in width and length). Virgil assumed that it was meant to be gently.

He retreated to the corner, almost thankful that he had no broken bones. He was definitely bruised where the human’s hands had been, but he was still in one piece; that meant that Roman wouldn’t have to call any friends, right?

Roman was watching him, and Virgil was still feeling every part of his body dissolve into panic. He looked back up to the human with a look he hoped didn’t look too helpless

Roman was holding his phone over the box now, and Virgil realised just a little too late that he was taking a photo. Virgil didn’t think that he would be able to bring himself to speak at all, even if he wanted to.

Roman seemed amused by him, in fact, this was probably the longest time he’d seen the human focus on any one thing. He hated that. He looked away from the human’s gaze. Roman didn’t even seem to notice how intimidating he was, how terrifying he was to Virgil

He was about fifteen times Virgil’s size, and was a lot louder, and not as attentive to detail, and so it was easier for Virgil to get hurt in his hands than it would be if someone with more of an attention span was handling him. He’d rather have no one handling him, to be fair, but Roman wasn’t the best option

He let out a humourless laugh, just quiet enough that the human didn’t notice. What had he done to deserve this?

It turned out that Roman had messaged the picture to a group chat of friends, who each turned up within an hour. Logan was there first, then Patton, then Janus.

They each wanted to see him immediately. They were loud. Logan wanted to know everything he could about Virgil, though didn’t pick him up or get too close, as to not overwhelm him. He seemed more interested than he did the day before, though that could be due to the fact he wasn’t woken up in the early morning this time

Patton squealed at first, though quietened himself down after Virgil covered his ears. Patton kept rambling about how cute he was, and reaching out to pet his head and ruffle his hair. Virgil tried to run from these interactions. After the first few failed attempts, Patton seemed to get the message and didn’t touch him.

Janus simply stared at him with that silent, questioning gaze. He was somehow more intimidating than any of them.

There were too many people, too many humans, and he couldn’t bear it. He started crying, retreating into his corner and bringing his knees to his chest. The humans seemed concerned for him, making small comments, and speaking in hushed whispers between them all

By the time they’d all left, Virgil just wanted to sleep. He wanted to go home, he wanted to have a nap, he wanted to never see another human ever again

He fell asleep.

When Virgil woke up, it was with a gasp. Home again. He remembered that on the first iteration of the day he had wished to do the day over again so he wouldn’t be found, maybe all he had to do was not get found?

It turned out that that was easier said than done. He knew that the human would be home from work early, so that might disrupt his plans, but he could try borrowing in between Roman waking up the first time and the second.

His human was a heavy sleeper most of the time, and he didn’t wake up during that time last time...

He waited until he heard the footsteps above him go into the kitchen, and he waited until they retreated.

He borrowed the same way he had the past two times. And this time, he made it without Roman making an unexpected appearance. He restocked his storage room, and he climbed up into the walls, and into a vent and he watched the human sleep. Virgil wondered just how much the human ever thought about his actions.

Virgil leant against the vent cover with a sigh. It made a creaking noise, and suddenly opened against his weight. Virgil tripped out, luckily landing on a blanket. Unluckily, that blanket was on Roman’s bed

Roman had woken up from the noise and his eyes landed on Virgil almost immediately. A startled sound made it out of Virgil’s mouth, and he tried to run away from the giant hand.

The uneven surface of the bed made him trip almost immediately. The hand closed around him, loosely this time and Virgil’s main worry became being dropped, rather than being squeezed too tight.

When he managed to look at Roman’s face, he abruptly realised that the human hadn’t fully woken up yet. Roman was bad enough when he was awake, but a version of him that was even less aware of his surroundings? Virgil would rather not

Roman looked at him through eyes that were still half closed.

“Are you... real?” He slurred out, and Virgil, once again stayed quiet. Roman was starting to drift off back to sleep, still holding the borrower.

Virgil hoped that once he was asleep, he could slip away unnoticed and get his appearance written off as a peculiar dream. However, the grip tightened around him, and he was brought closer to Roman’s chest, as though he was one of those soft toys he often slept close to.

Virgil squirmed, for the first time hating that his human was a heavy sleeper.

Roman mumbled something nonsensical above him, and Virgil squirmed even more desperately. He looked at the digital alarm clock next to the bed. 6:27. He had just over half an hour to free himself from this mess before the human woke up

He took a deep breath, and tried freeing his arms first. The grip was too tight by the smallest margin. He resigned himself to his fate. Hopefully, the day would reset again later.

Suddenly, he was moved through the air again, as Roman moved his hand onto the pillow and Virgil was practically squished against the giant’s face. He squirmed again, but he had no luck. He couldn’t see the alarm clock from where he was held, but he hoped Roman would wake up soon, if only to get him out of this uncomfortable situation

When the alarm went off, Roman groaned, and (luckily with the hand Virgil wasn’t in) violently hit a button on the clock. He opened his eyes drowsily, before seeing Virgil

He stared for a few moments before seeming to remember his half-asleep kidnapping. He seemed to become excited

Virgil just waited to be put down.

“What are you? Who are you? What’s your name?” He paused, as if to let Virgil answer, and when the borrower stayed silent, he carried on speaking

“Do you not have one? I can give you a name if you want, but I will have to get back to you on that. Now, where to put you...” He started looking around the room, his eyes eventually landing on the pocket on his pyjama shirt. Virgil was placed in there the same way he had seen Roman do with interesting new objects.

He could hear Roman rummaging through things, presumably boxes.

The pocket was uncomfortable, but Virgil endured it. He was pulled out a little while later, but he was placed in the same box he was the first time

This time it had a blanket inside.

The day progressed much like the previous two.

Roman seemed more confused about his existence this time, however, and he kept asking the questions over and over. Virgil still didn’t answer.

He was picked up again about half way through the day, and Roman grabbed his arm and started moving it, as though marvelling at how small Virgil was. . Virgil held his breath and tried to take his hand away

He was placed back into the box, and Roman started to ramble to him, not really talking about anything in particular. Virgil zoned out.

He went to sleep after that.

When Virgil woke up, it was with a gasp. This was the twentieth loop.

He was getting sick of the same things over and over. No matter what he did, Roman would find him.

So far, Virgil had been found by:

-Borrowing at 3 am

-Falling out of a vent

-Borrowing when the human was at work

-Staying inside the clock (Roman seemed to decide he wanted to know how it worked, very spontaneously)

-He went into the garden, only for Roman to decide a bit of spontaneous gardening

-He tripped over and fell out of a different vent

-and many more stupid ways that he was found.

The universe was obviously messing with him. What were the odds that every time he dodged previous findings, he was found in an increasingly stupid way?

He had sustained injuries from a few timelines. Namely, breaking his arm the first time, a lot of bruises from Roman holding him too tight, he broke his leg after falling out of the second vent, he gained a large cut on his arm from a rose thorn when Roman found him in the garden

He had hurt his foot trying to run in one of the timelines.

It was decided. The universe simply hated him.

He would have stayed in bed all day, and stayed unfound that way, however, it was no good to escape a time loop if it meant he’d starve to death because he didn’t get food when he had even a small chance. Besides, with his luck, Roman would probably start taking the floorboards for impulsive art or something

Virgil groaned, hearing the human walk loudly above him. He wanted to tell him to shut up. Wait. He was in a time loop, there were no long-lasting consequences and Roman would probably find him anyway. He could take maybe a day’s break off of trying to escape the loop...

He got out of bed and climbed through the tunnels until he got to the kitchen. He glared at the human, who was suddenly staring at him

“What-”

Virgil cut off his line of questioning that he had heard all too many times

“Hello. I know what you’re going to ask, so... I’m Virgil,” He smiled in a way that he hoped conveyed that he wasn’t happy to be meeting the human “I’m here just to ask you, if, for once in your life, you could walk quietly? You really disrupt my sleep when you walk as though you weigh as much as an elephant” He crossed his arms

Roman’s shocked expression quickly changed to one of offense.

“I don’t walk that loudly, how dare you? Besides, why are you even in my house? It’s,” He checked the time on his phone “It’s three thirty in the morning, aka far too early to be arguing with a probably imaginary tiny person in my kitchen”

Virgil rolled his eyes “Oh yeah, real mature. Calling me imaginary rather than admitting that you are incredibly loud at everything you do”

The argument lasted a little while longer, and Virgil figured out how freeing it felt to finally voice all of his complaints. Roman surprisingly didn’t pick him up at all

Even when he tried, he, very surprisingly, listened when Virgil told him not to. Eventually, Roman went back to bed, and Virgil got his food and went back to his house

He was unsure whether Roman thought him to be dream or not after he woke up, but he did notice that he was walking quieter. That day was strange, but Virgil would probably do it again at some point if he had the chance

He got into bed

When Virgil woke up, it was with a gasp. By now, it was the thirtieth loop, at least. Something that Virgil had found out in the last few was that the loops went smoother and with less injuries and less migraines if he talked.

Roman even let him go in a few, even listened when Virgil asked to be kept secret. Virgil would never admit so to another borrower, but he would probably claim Roman as one of the few good humans.

Today, he had to keep away from Roman at all costs, he wanted to break the loop.

First, he waited for the human to get up and back to bed, then he had to do a borrowing run, and then he had to go to the clock, because when Roman got home from work in the timeline that Virgil was awake under the floorboards, he started hearing noise under there and decided to check it out, and then he had to leave the clock before Roman decided he needed to know what was inside.

Then, he had to watch the human’s gardening to make sure he had the right timeframe to get something from his bedroom (he needed some paperclips)

Once he had the paperclips, he waited for Roman to start making food, and walked towards the living room’s tunnels and into the room-

Caught. Again, because why wouldn’t he be?

Roman reached out to grab him, but Virgil moved backwards slightly

“Don’t touch me,” He snapped, causing the hand to falter mid-air.

Roman looked down at him, with an almost confused expression

“Why not?” He asked

Virgil rolled his eyes and started listing reasons

“You’re big, clumsy, you break things all the time, you’ll probably accidentally hurt me..”

Roman seemed upset, in a way, but did respect Virgil’s space

“What’s your name?”

Virgil looked up at the human and mentally debated telling him his name. It had gone fine in the other timelines, but he was getting attached to the human. He said his name after a while of silence, Roman said his as well

He let out a soft smile.

Roman sat on the floor and just stared at him. Virgil sat down as well. It was almost the end of the day, it would reset soon.

“What are you? Are you some kind of fairy?” Roman asked quietly

Virgil snorted “Nope, nothing magical about me I’m afraid. As for what I am, if you find me again tomorrow, I might tell you,”

He knew that this wouldn’t be the end of the loop. Roman wouldn’t remember that promise, but Virgil would. And if the next loop wasn’t the end, then he’d tell Roman then (did tomorrow count as tomorrow if tomorrow was today again?)

Soon, they both went back to their respective bedrooms and fell asleep

When Virgil woke up, it was with a gasp. Loop 62. Virgil would’ve liked to say that he was the same as how he was when the loops started, and that he wasn’t getting increasingly attached to the dangerous human, but that would ultimately be a lie.

True to his word, he did tell Roman he was a borrower in loop 31.

Virgil had only got caught at the very end of the day yesterday, so he figured he could probably figure out how to avoid the human for the entire day this time.

He waited for the footsteps to go into and out of the kitchen, and he borrowed his necessities. He walked to the clock, and hung out there for a while. The first part of the avoidance was like second nature to him now

He left the clock after a while, retreating to the walls to watch Roman take apart the clock. Once Roman got bored with that, he went out to the garden. Virgil watched for a moment, before going to get paper clips. Roman started making food, Virgil waited for him to finish doing that, and stayed in the wall.

After a while, Roman started playing games on his computer. Virgil had gotten caught last time when he wanted a slightly closer look at the game (it was just a bunch of blocks?)

He stayed in the wall. Roman would be playing for hours, Virgil had only been caught at eleven o’clock in the evening, and Roman only noticed him as he was going to bed, so Virgil just had to stay in the walls until Roman went to sleep, right?

He watched the human on his block game for awhile, and then went to his house. He lied in his bed with his thoughts.

He had tried to stay awake in other loops, but he always fell asleep before midnight, like magic. He would wait for himself to either fall asleep or the clock to chime midnight

If the loop didn’t break this time, he didn’t know what he’d do. He’d evaded the human, he’d done what he needed, and if he was stuck waking up to the same day over and over, he wouldn’t let himself do anything

The clock chimed. He smiled. He went to sleep.

When Virgil woke up, it was to the sound of the human making breakfast. Virgil grinned, an uncharacteristic expression on his face. It was a new day.

Every time he went borrowing after that, he wondered just why that day was so hard to evade the human; he had been doing it for twenty years with no problems. He wondered why he wanted to be found again

He wondered why he missed talking to someone, or even just being close enough to someone to touch their face. He even missed being held, somewhat. It occurred to him that this was the only contact he had had with another person in years.

For the next few weeks, he was reckless in his borrowing. So what if he ‘accidentally’ left his hook on he kitchen counter, he had a spare, it didn’t matter. So what if he left a light on? The human probably wouldn’t notice...

He would never admit that he did these things on purpose, because he was doing things that shouldn’t be done. He shouldn’t let himself forget anything, but maybe, just maybe, he wanted Roman to find him.

Maybe, they could be friends? He hoped so.

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#Time loop #time loops #time travel #time magic #borrowers #borrower virgil #human roman #sanders side fic #roman sanders #giant roman #sanders sides story #sanders sides fic #sanders sides gt #sanders sides #sanders sides au #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #Janus Sanders

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lovelivingmydreams · 1 year

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all I want is to know when Virgil and Roman kiss!!!! 0^O

Alright! Spoiler territory.

After a messy break up Virgil shows up back at his and Roman's appartment drenched and with his suitcases. He also had a fight with his mom about it. He's a sobbing mess.

Roman gets him inside, puts his suitcases in his room and makes a cup of the while Virgil takes a shower and gets into a onesie Roman puts in the dryer for a bith.

When he gets out of the shower Virgil cuddles with Roman and all he says about the matter is that his entire life feels like a confusing mess and he just doesnt know how to feel about everything going on.

Roman, used to helping Virgil through emotional crisises, tries to ground him. "Well what are you sure of then?" And he gives a joke example. "Logan would sell his soul for a jar of crofters." It works. They joke around for a bit until suddenly Virgil looks into his eyes all seriously. And he says "you. I'm sure of you." And he leans in and Roman can't help but reciprocate. They take a step back after cuz V is verry fragile but it's a step in the right direction.

@marguii-14 @wingsofangels @apinkline2715 @tired-yeetling @firegirl156 @soysaucevictim @1nsomniacwriter @moonlightshow00 @naturallyunstablegamer @m-i-r-p @meowthefluffy @frida0043 @angelic-cali @selenechris @theblackveilinreverse

#roman sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety #magical boy au #sanders sides #ts sides

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warcats-cat · 1 year

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Wide Eyed in Wonder (AKA: Two)

Patton has an unfortunate mishap with some wayward magic. Some chaos and some softness ensue.

A/N: Please read The Long Road Home (Tumblr) (Ao3) before reading this fic! It will make a lot more sense with the context from that work.

You can also read this work on Ao3 if preferred!

I'm doing it I'm posting this!!! I've been messing with it since literally before the first chapter of Long Road Home was *posted*. And I know that if I don't just bite the bullet and *post* it, I'll never stop messing with it. Not that I'm not happy with it!! This has one of my favorite one-liner's I've ever written. I just never stop editing...

As always, please let me know if I missed any tags! I hope you enjoy this very silly piece as much as I enjoyed writing it!

- set roughly 3 months after leaving Wardenthall Manor -

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Virgil was still grumbling, wondering why he had been put in the lead when Roman was going on and on about some mysterious fountain that he just had to see, when Patton yelped next to him. The half-fairy had stiffened and fallen backwards, as if something had pushed him over. The party stopped abruptly, Virgil rushing immediately to his fairy’s side.

“Pat? You ok?” he asked softly, kneeling to help him back up if needed.

Patton forced himself back up, bracing with one arm and holding the other to his face. He groaned.

“ ‘M ok. Just a little shocked, I think.” he said, strained. He shook his head as if to clear it, before accepting Virgil’s hand gratefully, and being pulled to his feet.

Upon standing, he immediately stumbled, but quickly righted himself. Virgil could tell the fairy was becoming uncomfortable, watching as he fiddled with the edges of the half-cape that laid over his shoulder.

“Are you ready to continue?” Logan asked, looking like he very much wanted to check Patton for injuries in the meantime. Patton roughly nodded, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms, before setting off once more.

Patton made it about two steps before he stumbled again, flailing his arms out and almost slapping Virgil in the process.

"Woah," the mage said, reaching an arm under Patton's to help support him, "You sure you're ok?"

Patton made a face, as if the question was particularly difficult. "I feel… funny." He said finally.

Virgil shuffled him a little closer, noticing the fairy's eyes had gone a little unfocused, tinged red at the corners. What had happened? This time, Logan did come closer, and gently inspected the back of Patton’s head.

“You have no visible injuries. Perhaps you and Virgil should walk closely for a while, in case you continue to feel disoriented.” the scholar said softly. Patton made no motion to acknowledge that Logan had spoken at all, which was extremely weird for him. Patton always acknowledged whoever was speaking, at the very least nodding to signal that he’d heard; a habit long ingrained from his time with the Marquis of Assholes.

Virgil felt Patton start to tremble, just slightly, and as he took another step, he almost seemed to swing his leg, as if it were detached. Virgil had to grab the fairy completely around the chest to keep him from falling flat on his face.

"Hey Ro, need your help." Virgil grunted, and Patton made a hysterical, almost strangled laugh. And yet, at the same time, Patton tilted towards Virgil, as if trying to press the side of his head into Virgil's face. The Prince came carefully from behind the pair, taking a firm but gentle hold of Patton's waist.

"Hello love," Roman said lowly in his ear, "may I pick you up?" The fairy leaned into his touch easily, and nodded. And yet, as Roman adjusted his hold to lift him from the knees, the fairy squeaked, grabbing desperately at Roman's vest and tucking his face into the prince's chest.

"You're alright, tadpole. I've got you." He murmured into Patton's hair, to which the smaller man hummed and relaxed some in his grip, although he made no move to turn his head back around to the others.

To say Virgil was concerned was an understatement.

Patton was still getting used to them as friends, occasionally allowing Virgil to hold his hand, but never one to initiate, especially outside the safety of their little group. It had taken almost a month for him to so much as look Roman in the eye, let alone accept compliments or physical affection. And yet here he was now. He'd flipped faster than a coin from nervous about the situation to red faced, almost purring at snuggling with Roman while the prince held him; and from the side they could see a light, relaxed smile on his face. Virgil exchanged a nervous glance with Logan's curious one.

"Patton," Logan moved closer, and the fairy hummed again. "May I see you please?" The scholar placed a careful hand on his shoulder, and after a moment he finally seemed to understand what Logan had asked, releasing his grip on Roman's vest and turning his upper body to face the other two.

Whatever had happened had happened fast.

Patton's eyes were lidded, glassy, his whole face and body relaxed. He smiled wider at seeing Logan, and when the scholar reached out to get a closer look at his face, the fairy turned to nuzzle into his palm as well. If it was possible, his blush seemed to grow darker red, flushing to the tips of his ears and maybe even down his shoulders.

What the hell?

Logan brushed a thumb over Patton’s cheek, and the fairy shut his eyes completely for a moment; but when Logan pulled his hand away, Patton pouted, and looked to the scholar as if asking what he had done wrong.

“His pupils are excessively dilated.” Logan said, half to himself. The scholar reached out to cup Patton’s cheek once more, and the fairy hummed happily, turning his face into the touch.

“Did we step in something?” Virgil asked, watching Patton’s strange behavior from a distance.

Roman was scanning the area over their heads, when suddenly his eyes widened.

“Virgil, those red flowers in the underbrush. Just next to you. Be careful.” he said lowly.

Virgil looked down where Roman was indicating, and sure enough, there were blood red poppy flowers peeking out. But that wasn’t the worst part.

The flowers were carefully arranged; they’d almost stepped right into a fairy ring. The fastest way into the FaeWilds with absolutely no way back. There were two that lay crumpled, having been crushed under Patton’s foot as he walked.

Logan reached his other hand out to Virgil, who took it and stepped carefully away from the deceivingly innocent flowers. The three moved back carefully, scanning through the underbrush again.

Patton whined at being deprived of Logan’s hand once again, which Roman tried to soothe by bringing the half-fairy’s face back to his chest, muttering, “Hush, tadpole. It’s alright.” There was a long pause between the three, staring at the circle.

“We should get moving,” Virgil said finally, “in case whoever left this here comes back.”

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Logan only had one working theory as to where Patton’s odd behavior had suddenly come from.

A fairy of sufficient power could, theoretically, disrupt whatever spells had been laid on a given fairy ring; the ring was only as strong as the fairy who planted it. And Patton, though reserved about his powers at the best of times, clearly had significant magical ability, especially for being only half-blooded. He’d been slowly gaining confidence and control with Virgil’s help (and the help of other mages they encountered in their travels); even in the early stages of his training, it was becoming more and more apparent to Logan that whomever had been his fae parent, they had to be of incredibly high rank.

So it was entirely possible that, when he had stepped on the flowers forming the circle, Patton had effectively snuffed out the magic there entirely, without even being aware of doing so. And, because he’d been connected to the ring for those few seconds before being thrown backwards by the release of excess magic, he’d absorbed some of it.

To put it in terms Roman would understand, Patton was Magic-Drunk.

Now, Patton walking of his own power back to their camp was entirely out of the question; both because it was clear his sense of balance had been all but obliterated, and because any attempt of Roman's to put him down only elicited upset whining, and that same incredibly broken face that tugged at even Logan's firm heartstrings.

As if Roman were going to abandon him in the woods forever, not just adjust his backpack.

At the same time, Virgil's nervous hovering only increased with each minute. He alternated between frantically scanning the woods around them for assailants and checking up on Patton. It was almost dizzying to watch, and yet also moderately adorable.

Perhaps Logan would admit to being the slightest bit envious of the pair's relationship. Virgil was the only one of their group with whom Patton would allow himself to completely relax, though he was slowly but surely becoming comfortable with Roman and Logan himself. It was slow-going, but well worth the effort.

And yet, here they were, walking through the woods back towards camp, the half-fairy snuggled comfortably into Roman's arms and occasionally softly swinging his feet. Virgil running a gentle hand over his hair every time the mage turned back to check on him.

They were, perhaps, two-thirds of the way back when Logan felt eyes on him; and sure enough, when he looked over, Patton's widened eyes were fixed solely on the scholar, peeking halfway out from his position tucked into Roman's chest. Logan couldn't control the smile that broke out on his face; whether it was from fondness or nervousness at being stared at, he couldn't be sure.

The fairy's face didn't change, however; Patton continued unabashedly staring, as if Logan was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the vicinity.

Really, Logan couldn't help himself.

He ambled closer to Roman, reached over, and softly poked Patton's nose. Just as he'd seen Virgil do, dozens of times previous.

Patton made no sound, but his mouth opened, just a touch, and his eyes crossed to their extremes while trying to look at his nose where Logan's hand had been.

Roman, who had been watching the scene, snickered at the fairy's actions, angling his head down and pressing a light kiss into his hair. The noise then prompted Virgil to turn back, and upon seeing Patton's face broke into his own fond smile.

"What did you do to him?" Virgil asked softly, moving closer to Roman so that their company was now tightly packed against the unaware fairy. The mage waved a hand in front of Patton's face, which at the very least righted the position of his eyes.

"I did nothing." Logan said with a casual smile. "I merely tested a display of physical affection that I have seen you employ several times." The scholar then demonstrated by poking Patton's nose again, this time causing the poor fairy to cross his eyes and slightly tilt his head.

Virgil chuckled as he spoke, "Aww, Pat." He waved a hand once more in Patton's face to refocus his eyes, and it seemed that Patton had tired of the game as he blinked a few times before leaning his head back against Roman with his eyes now shut. "Nothin's goin' on in there right now, is there buddy?"

Virgil smiled fondly anyway, and ruffled Patton's hair for the fifth time that hour.

"Never fear!" Roman said, his voice lowered but tone still excited. "I'm sure we can take excellent care of our dear cupcake in the meantime." The prince adjusted his hold slightly, prompting Patton to curl inwards once more. "With my luck, he probably just needs some time to sleep it off."

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Virgil was really reaching his emotional limit today. First the fear of Patton stepping on a fairy ring, then the fear of what the hell happened, and now having no idea when it would wear off.

And Patton's face, every time Roman tried to set him down. It pulled on Virgil's heart worse than seeing him in the stockade.

They definitely couldn't leave him alone in the carriage or in the tent; if he couldn't see at least one of them, Patton would bury his face in his knees and just shudder with silent crying, and it had taken almost two hours before Roman had managed to coax a few words out of him. He was scared they were going to leave.

They'd propped Patton up at first in one of the bed rolls, and the fairy had watched with a downright creepy silence as the three worked around him. Then Roman had gotten the idea of setting the fairy a little higher, and strung up a (thankfully well secured) makeshift hammock for him to sit in.

Now Patton could see the whole camp, and they'd given him a blanket and pillow in the hopes that he would go to sleep, and maybe be back to normal.

Four and a half hours and counting, and Patton was still higher than a kite.

It was Virgil's turn to sit with him; they'd been rotating every fifteen minutes or so, so everyone could get a chance at getting work done. The mage was just chattering away about anything he could think of, his left arm going numb from reaching up to let Patton hold it.

It wasn't until hour five hit that Virgil got an idea.

The sun was still blazing its highest in the sky, Roman and Logan setting up something to eat for lunch, and thankfully Patton didn't protest when Virgil kissed his hand and let go, running off for a minute to the carriage.

No one was allowed inside Patton's backpack except for Virgil. He wore it constantly when they were traveling, refusing to let go, and Virgil had learned early on that everything inside was carefully organized into different pockets.

The fear of someone taking away all of his possessions ran deep; even if there had been a spell in place protecting anything in his room, apparently anything left outside the little living space had been fair game. Thankfully, Roman and Logan were graciously understanding of the situation.

Still, Virgil was very careful not to disrupt anything as he unbuckled an inner pocket in the bag where Patton's most precious possessions were hidden. From the safety of the very bottom, even hidden under the bag of the fairy's savings, Virgil fished out his prize.

Patton was testing the ropes of the hammock when Virgil returned, idly swaying his body and producing the slightest swinging motion. Virgil couldn't help the soft smile on his face; Patton would be doing that even if he wasn't a little out of his mind.

"Hey Pat, I got you something." Virgil said, leaning in a little. The fairy tilted his head and hummed; words were pretty hard at the moment. Still, Virgil smiled a little wider as he presented the gift; a tiny stuffed puppy that they had shared when they were still kids, a donation from the village that Patton had snatched up as his prize for being especially good one week, and apparently never given up.

The fairy's face lit up, his smile wide and blinding. The first actual smile he had made since being carried around in Roman's arms. And, Virgil noticed, the very tips of his ears twitched just a hair upwards; the surest bet that Patton was extremely excited about something.

"Pup!" he said, almost in disbelief, and Virgil wondered for a moment if the fairy had forgotten the toy existed while in his present state.

Patton presented his open hands and carefully took the pup, cradling it close to his chest.

"I thought he might help you get some sleep," Virgil said softly, watching as Patton nuzzled the top of the puppy's head. "Since he used to be so good at chasing away the bad dreams."

The half-fairy only hummed in response, but that was all Virgil needed for now. While Patton was fixated on the stuffed animal, Virgil very carefully began threading his fingers through his hair, weaving a light spell to make the fairy drowsy.

It took almost instantly; usually Virgil had to work for a few minutes when trying to make Logan or Roman (usually Logan) sleep, and he had to be a lot more sneaky about it. But Patton was already half gone, and to the mage's relief, he was out like a light within seconds.

Logan would probably comment about pushing more into his system when he was already overloaded, but Virgil didn't care if it meant the fairy would sleep. And hopefully wake up normal…

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Patton did sleep for several hours, and it was early evening before he woke again.

However, his eyes, and therefore his mental state, seemed unchanged despite the rest; and now he was sitting up in the little hammock he'd been laid in, staring hard at his hands.

At first, Logan thought he might be pondering his family sigil, but as the scholar came closer, the fairy suddenly looked up at him with wide, deeply upset eyes; his dilated pupils almost completely obscuring the iris.

"What's wrong, starlight?" Logan asked, hesitantly using a more affectionate nickname. The words seemed to sail right over Patton's head, however, as he moved both hands and held them up, showing Logan his empty palms.

"Two." The fairy said sadly.

Logan had no idea how to respond to that.

"Yes?" He said, half questioningly, unsure of what to say. It was almost impossible to tell anything that was going on in the fairy's mind at the moment.

His response proved unhelpful, as Patton's eyes became watery, and his lip quivered as he openly, though silently, cried. He moved his hands back, staring down at them.

Well. Time to call for help.

It took some coercion to separate Roman from whatever project he had undertaken in the carriage, but at least Logan's urgency on the matter spurred Virgil into action. The mage spotted his now-sobbing love and immediately moved to his side, kneeling down next to the hammock.

"Hey Pat," he murmured, gently so as not to startle the other. "What's wrong sweetheart?"

Patton neglected to move his head this time, sniffling and repeating the heartbroken "Two," as if that was the answer alone. Virgil took this to mean he wanted to hold hands, but when he reached for both, Patton held them farther away from him, only allowing Virgil to take one.

Ah.

Logan couldn't help the fond smile, although he did try very hard to restrain his laughter. Roman gave the scholar a look, and Logan put a hand behind the Prince's back, moving them both closer to the upset fairy.

Maneuvering himself so that Logan was in between his two currently sober loves, Logan gestured for Roman to take Patton's empty, outstretched hand.

The prince made another face when this seemed to upset Patton even more, but Logan paid him no mind. Instead, the scholar gently took hold of either side of the fairy's face, and bent just slightly to touch their foreheads together.

The tears stopped almost instantly, Patton closing his eyes and seeming to calm, although his breaths were still heavy and watery.

"Easy, starlight. Deep breaths." He said softly, closing his own eyes, running his thumbs tenderly across the apples of Patton's cheeks.

"Hey Lo? Wanna fill us in here?" Virgil asked after a few minutes of silence. Logan smiled once more, brushing noses with Patton and eliciting a hiccup and pleased little hum.

"Our dear heart only has two hands, and there are three of us, creating quite a dilemma indeed." Logan said, fondness and just a touch of sarcasm lacing his words.

Both prince and mage then burst into their own snickering.

Poor Patton would never live this down.

#warcats writes #sanders sides #moxiety #analogince #LAMP #fluff #fantasy au #fae and faeries #fae magic #magically induced high #sanders sides fic #ts fic #Long Road Home

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edupunkn00b · 6 months

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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 could ever thought possible.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Deceit | Janus Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders & Morality | Patton Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Deceit | Janus Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders & Morality | Patton Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil & Dark Creativity | Remus & Deceit | Janus & Morality | Patton (Sanders Sides) Characters: Logic | Logan Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Will o' the Wisps, Ghosts, haunted forest, Haunted cottage, technically, Angst, villagers with torches, Happy Ending, past major character death referenced, again‚ i stress the happy ending :)

https://www.tumblr.com/edupunkn00b/732674913337491456/a-light-in-the-darkness?source=share&ref=edupunkn00b

#Light in the Darkness #ts logan #ts patton #ts janus #ts remus #ts virgil #tall!Logan #witch!Janus #ghost!remus #other tags are spoilers #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfictin #magic au

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5am-the-foxing-hour · 2 years

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Janus *voice strained and sounding both exhausted and extremely offended*: Out of everyone, I thought YOU would understand how fickle teleportation magic can be! You could have jeopardised us both when you grabbed me like that when I cast the spell! It could have sent us straight into the rocks of a fucking mountain! You absolute imbecill! You buffoon! I don't understand how I thought you were the smarter one! GAH!

Logan *who acted in a spur of emotions because he didn't want Janus to leave, and did not even think about casting counter spell instead*: I acted on pure instincts, I apologise.

Janus *staring at Logan as if he grew a second head*: You- YOU- YOU MADMAN! AAAAH! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SHOUT AT YOU ANYMORE! *Crouching down on his heels, covering his face with his hands before giving away a frustrated screech*

Logan: Your contempt has been noted.

Janus *about to loose his marbles*: OH HAS IT! I DID NOT NOTICE!

#Sanders Sides #Janus #Logan #incorrect quotes #shitpost #idk #magic au #???#no hecking clue

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Egotober 2023 Day 25: Tester Set

Summary: Logan is attending a little heroes meeting, meeting some new faces and getting closer to magic.

Prompt: Cauldron

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Logan got a text in the morning that he and the other Gainesville apprentice would get a little magic lesson from Marvin now that he was in town.

The young apprentice hero had gotten a text yesterday that Marvin had made it into Gainesville. He’d yet to officially meet him, and wasn’t too thrilled about making a fool of himself doing magic. But Logan was supposed to be there, so after school he headed over to the base, getting there around 4:30.

Logan’s watch let him in like usual, and Logan saw Bing with Nate and someone he could only assume was Marvin.

This hero had a cat mask, long dyed green hair. He was wearing a cloak and had visible tattoos under his sleeve.

But what got Logan’s full attention was no one, but two shorter people. One was Iridescence, he’d seen his picture in costume. But this other person. Fancy white coat, frilly red shirt and red domino mask; an unknown. Maybe they were Blue or Stripes?

White Coat turned around and he smiled in an uncannily familiar way. “Oh, you must be Logic.”

Roman. Roman Charmer.

What the fuck is he doing here? Logan thought to himself.

Never was he more thankful for his mask and for the voice synthesizer that was going to hide his identity from the single worst pain in his ass at school.

“Yes,” Logan said, thoroughly disguised. “You are?”

“Princey,” Roman smiled. His mask barely covered his identity, like an idiot. He needed a better one.

“Nice to meet you,” Iridescence said.

“Yes, nice to meet you,” Logan said.

“Okay,” Marvin said as he snapped his fingers and the entire lobby suddenly turned into a series of tables with cauldrons and all kinds of beakers and test tubes full of different fluids.

Suddenly Logan couldn’t care less about Roman.

“Alright,” Marvin said as he gestured to the room. “I’m here to do two things: teach magic and piss Dark off. Today we’re doing both of those. I’m teaching as much magic as possible. And because I’m jet lagged and slightly hungover, we’re going to start with alchemy.”

Roman’s hand shot up but he didn’t wait for recognition. “Mr. Magician, is there going to be a test?”

“It’s Marvin, and no unless you do poorly,” Marvin said.

Each of them was brought to one of the tables and Logan appreciated being able to work away from Roman’s incessant chattering that he could always hear.

A notepad was already on the table with his superhero name and a pen, a blue one. So Logan forgave not being a pencil and eraser to correct mistakes.

For the next hour Logan worked in front of a cauldron with some input from Marvin about what things were and the promise that nothing would explode in his face. He was just allowed to mix things and take notes.

Logan was surprised to be having a little bit of fun. Not much seemed to be happening but it was rare he got to see magic up close.

Marvin rotated back to his table and while Logan was watching another normal-seeming reaction Marvin’s normally green eyes glowed gold. “Huh.”

He reached over and tilted the cauldron a bit.

“Well, I’ll be damned, you got something in you after all,” Marvin said.

Logan leaned over as Marvin tilted it back upright. “What’s it doing?”

“Just glowing, these potions are easy, meant to draw something out of you,” Marvin said.

“How do you know it’s not just the ingredients?” Logan asked.

Marvin tapped the side of his head next to his eyes, “I just know what I’m looking for. When you know what the signs are you can kinda see magic on people. You don’t have a lot of it, but I guess you got something after all.”

Logan smiled, becoming more engrossed in his little tests as Marvin watched over him. The magician was pleasantly surprised with Logan.

After a while Marvin moved back to check on Roman, who was every bit the natural prodigy that he’d thought he was and was trying not to overtly tell that to Roman. He didn’t want the young man to get cocky and complacent.

He needed Roman to be good enough that he was improving Logic and Iridescence’s magical skills.

And Roman couldn’t do that with complacency.

#Egotober 2023 #Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Logan Sanders #Roman Sanders #Thomas Sanders #c!Thomas #marvin the magician #magic #baby Side's first alchemy lesson

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#magical school au #sanders sides #anxceit #romantic anxceit #ts virgil #ts janus

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False Dawn: One

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False Dawn:

Idiom: A situation that looks like it is beginning to improve when, in reality, it is not.

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One

Janus had learned at an early age how to keep his face even despite what was happening around him. It didn’t matter whether he was excited, upset, or scared. An Ekans faced those emotions every day, and if he ever wanted even the slimmest of chances of being accepted as a legitimate child- controlling his facial expressions was a requirement. So his mother had drilled poise and etiquette into him the hard way, yet here and now, every word she had ever spoken seemed meaningless. Here and now, it didn’t matter that he had learned to dance; it didn’t matter that he could hold his own when talking to the nobility; his swordsmanship and equestrian lessons were also null and void. Because here and now, it didn’t matter that his face didn't change as he watched what was going on around him because everything he had done was to impress his father- to impress the king—the king, who was currently shy of a head.

The screams that echoed throughout the ballroom were on deaf ears as Janus’ eyes were trained on his father’s killer. The man was calm as he wiped the blood from his blade as if he was doing its daily maintenance as opposed to just having beheaded a monarch. And silently- wrongly - Janus couldn’t help but wonder why he bothered to do so when it was clear the rest of the royal family was next to die. Or was this man too important to dirty his blade with Janus’ impure blood? The knight stopped his actions and dropped to a knee as the Head of the Empire stepped towards him. Janus had thought so when he had seen the Emperor before at the start of the ball- but here and now, the ruler seemed even more like a child. He was likely just barely sixteen, his brown eyes slightly sunken in and partially hidden behind his hair, which was just long enough to fall into his eyes. He was shorter in stature, and truthfully, it looked like a strong breeze would be enough to knock him over. Even so, no one could be The Emperor of Angoro without having a nearly impossible amount of mana.

“Do as you see fit with the rest,” The Emperor told the knight.

The knight hadn’t dared to raise his head, “Yes, Your Maj-”

“Why!?” Janus heard one of his older sisters- the Second Princess- shout. “What did we do to you?”

The Emperor blinked at her once as if he couldn’t tell if she was stupid or not, and quite frankly, Janus wished she wasn’t as stupid as well… she usually was. The Emperor’s eyes shined with a slight tint of purple before he appeared to decide she wasn’t worth a drop of his mana. “I need to get back,” he told his knight instead. As he began to walk away, some of his troops fell in step behind him.

“Why? Why? Why!?” his sister shouted again and again. No one stopped her, not even the enemy knight who stood before her. No one did a thing until the Emperor had left the room. Then, the knight in charge stood, fixated his eyes on her, and moved closer, causing her to falter before the Queen put a hand over her mouth.

The knight adjusted his glasses as his eyes looked over them all, and then he spoke, “None of you want to answer her question?”

Janus wasn’t aware the tension could get any higher, but then the man brandished his sword.

“I see no point in answering. If she weren’t such a narcissist, she would have paid attention to the world around her,” Janus said with his mask of calm as he tried not to focus on the thought of that sword running him through. But he needed to try because something in him- perhaps all his experience in reading people- screamed that in this situation, silence was the wrong answer.

The knight’s attention and sword went to Janus, a shadow of amusement on his face as his right eyebrow twitched. “Oh? But it would be quite cruel for her to die without knowing what her crime is, wouldn’t it?”

“Ignorance is a crime of its own.”

The knight paused before he looked Janus up and down, “A prince with no crown? …A Child of the Harem then?”

“Correct.”

“Interesting,” he concluded, sheathing the weapon, and Janus forced himself not to give a large breath of relief like he wanted. The knight then focused on the Second Princess- or rather, her crown. “Your King was the one who cursed the Empire and caused the deaths of thousands. I think the amount of blood that shall be shed is inconsequential in comparison.”

The Second Princess pushed away the Queen’s hand, “Father would never! You-” she was stopped again by her mother, but this time their eyes locked, and an understanding moved between them.

The knight looked as if he was trying to hide his disgust, “Lock them up and prepare them for transport. Executions will occur back in the capital before all the people they’ve hurt. As for the nobility, I've already given your orders for them.”

The knights around them resoundingly said, “Yes, Your Grace!” And just like that, Janus found himself being shuffled along with the rest of the royal family, and he could only hope that the lingering inquisitive gaze he felt boded well for his future.

Upon having his wrists bound, he and the rest of his family were shoved into a relatively small cell for the number of them in the castle’s dungeon. It was certainly strange being on this side of the bars down here, but he supposed anything was better than the alternative. If they were to be transported back to the Empire’s capital, he had time to try and negotiate something for himself. It may all be for naught, but at least- unlike his father- he wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“You're insane.”

The sound of his mother’s voice drew his attention back to his family amongst him. She was across the cell from him, with a few family members between them. She didn't speak again, just watching him with eyes full of fear, worry, tears, and surprise. He waited a moment and then another, but when no words left her lips, he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes so he wouldn’t need to see her face as he responded. “The silence was heavy enough to kill on its own accord… so I broke it.”

He heard his family quietly chitter amongst themselves as they commented on his behavior. It was probably the most attention they had ever spent on him, and it didn’t feel nearly as good as he had imagined.

It was early morning when they were pulled from their cell and outside to greet the rising sun and the three prison wagons waiting underneath it. Janus had anticipated that they all would've been split into each by numbers, but he was surprised to find that they were being sorted. Into one wagon went The Queen and her children, in another, the Queens of the Harem, and in the last, Janus and the other illegitimate children. He couldn’t help the spike of hope that struck his chest at the chance that they might be punished based on their status. But any hope quickly fizzled out as he realized the range in his siblings amongst him. More were guilty of horrible things than those who were innocent. So, if the wagon were indeed to divide who lived and died, currently, it seemed the harem would be the only cart to survive. And yet, some in there deserved death just the same.

The convoy traveled through the morning and only stopped once at midday, during which each prisoner was led one by one to relieve themselves under supervision. They were each given a small slice of stale bread, and the trip continued. So Janus would be lying if he said he wasn’t ecstatic to leave the wagon when they stopped for the night. His bottom and back ached from sitting on the hardwood all day, so even if it were just a short walk to use the bathroom, he’d take it. On the way back to the wagon, another knight jogged up, “The Duke requested this one,” she told one holding Janus’ rope. And to Janus’ surprise, he didn’t hesitate to hand it over.

Janus’ heart was thundering in his chest. But the knight said nothing to him as he pulled him along after her towards where the main army had made camp some hundred or so feet away. Eyes wandered to them as they made their way through the camp, but none said anything as they made way for them to pass. That was until they reached the Duke in question.

His father’s killer was sitting amongst his men, seemingly having a casual conversation with them as he sipped stew from a bowl. It was a bit of a strange sight, truthfully. Usually, those of higher status had tents to themselves full of all their luxuries of home, and yet this man was indistinguishable from the rest. Upon their approach, he stood and outstretched a hand, and the rope attached to Janus was set in it. The Duke said nothing as he led Janus away from the rest, simply sipping his dinner as he went, but ultimately, he came to a stop and leaned back against a tree facing Janus.

“You didn’t flinch as your father’s body was liberated from its head, and you also spoke out against your own blood without hesitation,” he started. “And from what I recall, this is often your behavior. You clean up the messes of others, be it with words or with blood… Tell me, what do you gain from that?”

“Rapport,” Janus answered easily. “Rapport with a man who refused to acknowledge me. And as you can see, it was all for naught.”

The Duke hummed another sip from his bowl, “You're quite good with your words. Truly a silver tongue.”

“Am I to take that as a compliment?”

“That is up to your discretion.”

“Then I thank you for the compliment.”

“I hadn’t expected you to beg for your life, but I didn’t expect you’d be this bold either.”

“Why beg? It’s clear whatever I have done so far is enough. And if I am truly to die regardless, then I will say what I please beforehand.”

“Your magic,” the Duke said, changing the subject. “Demonstrate for me.”

Janus couldn’t help but be taken aback by the statement, and it was the first thing that pierced his unaffected mask. But he was quick to repair it. “My deepest apologies; these ropes drain my measly mana.”

The Duke nodded as he stood off the tree and led Janus back through the camp to the prison wagons, where the guarding knights stiffened as they approached. “Remove his bonds,” the Duke ordered. The knights were confused, but they were quick to free Janus’ wrists anyway.

“Recover your measly mana ,” The Duke mocked. “I’ll ask for another demonstration tomorrow.”

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It was a test. Janus knew that well. Evidently, the Duke knew exactly what Janus’ skillset was- and yet he had more or less left Janus to his own devices. Sure, he was still behind the wagon’s bars and surrounded by knights, but that meant nothing. The mana he had regained by the time they were moving in the morning was more than enough for him to transform and escape. He could simply morph into a bird and take flight to a place where he’d never be seen again. That is, if he could avoid the archers. He could become a fly. He couldn’t get far or fly long, but he could lose them- but for how long? He could wait until they took him out of the wagon again, and become a horse and start sprinting- but the knights had their own horses. He could wait and then become a bear and maul them all on his way out, but there were too many to take them down. And even if he did get away, then what? The Empire had already taken over the Kingdom. And all nobility was being watched. It wouldn't take long for the commoners to realize that a person amongst them had a different level and different kind of education than they did. He would need to be constantly moving, constantly changing faces to survive- and he wasn't sure how long that would last. This was a test.

A test to see if Janus would take the bait off of its silver spoon, or if he would place his life in the hands of another. Especially when there was no proof that the Duke would allow him to live. Maybe he had sparked enough interest to save his life, but if he had, he’d still have to deal with a target on his back for the rest of his life. To keep himself breathing, he would need to let go of all ego and pride and do whatever he was asked forever- he’d have to go back to the way he was before his father spared him that first glance. Back to craving- needing that attention so badly that it hurt without it. This form of survival was one he had already led, and perhaps he could do it again now that he had learned from his mistakes... Or maybe it would end just the same. But, of course, this was all dependent on what the Duke intended to do with him. Because, quite frankly, it was far more likely that the man was the type to play with his prey before slitting its throat.

Removing his bonds was a test—a test for the Duke to see Janus’s character. And yet, even though he knew himself best, Janus wasn’t sure what the correct answer was.

His mind had been racing, running through possibilities to the point it exhausted him, yet Janus stayed put. He ignored his siblings' questioning as they also begged him to remove their bonds. While Janus still wasn't sure about running, he knew that freeing others—even the small children—would only end badly for everyone involved.

After dinner of the same stale bread, Janus found himself being marched through the knight’s camp once more. The Duke was once again eating with his men, but upon noticing Janus, he rose and led Janus away from the rest.

“Show me,” he said simply once they were alone.

Janus’ eyes skimmed the area behind him as the knights, who were at a slight distance, faced the other direction. It seemed they had been ordered to leave them be.

“Well?”

Janus took a deep breath as he felt the mana pulse within his veins as he focused on his transformation. He focused on his appearance. He needed to be an inch taller, his eyes a hair smaller, and their color to match that piercing blue. He focused on each of his features as he felt his body grow and shift until he looked the Duke in the eye. The Duke didn’t appear surprised as he looked at his own face; instead, he gave a pleased hum as he scanned Janus up and down before he made a small circle around Janus. “It's quite good,” he concluded, standing before Janus once again as he touched his finger to his lips in thought.

Janus mirrored the action as he focused his mana on his vocal cords. “I’m good at what I do.”

There was a glimmer of amusement in that eye, “You can mimic my voice as well?”

“What do you think, Your Grace? Do my parlor tricks, please?”

“They do. But I wouldn’t call them parlor tricks. You can turn into beasts as well, can't you? Show me.”

Janus couldn't hide his slight frown, and glancing behind him again, he unbuttoned his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

Janus removed his shirt as he answered, “Beasts are far larger than we are. I would prefer not to rip my only clothes.”

“Fine, something smaller then.”

Janus was more than thankful for that. He dropped his shirt to the ground anyway, though, and began to morph his limbs and digits to fit what was needed. He forced himself not to make any sounds of pain as his face rearranged itself; he needed to impress. When he had finished, he took a step out of his now discarded pants and gave a stretch.

“A cat,” The Duke nodded as he examined Janus. “Do you intend to maul me with your puny claws?”

“I considered it,” Janus replied.

“You can still speak?”

“In certain conditions.”

The man paused as he circled Janus once more before reaching out a hand that was now as large as Janus’ face to ruffle the fur on Janus’ head, much to his dismay. Janus pulled back against the contact and gave a cat hiss, but the Duke didn’t seem to mind. “How long does it last?”

“Depends. The further away from my initial form, the harder it is to maintain and the more mana it takes. I also need to maintain a certain level of focus. That’s why I stick to parlor tricks.”

“It's impressive nonetheless. Such magic is nearly unheard of.”

“My mother was of Osteria’s House Altier before she was sent to be my Father’s.”

“Osteria’s lineage magic was indeed top class... Can your mother do the same?”

Janus couldn't help but think that an average person in this situation would feel fear at the thought of potentially putting their mother in harm’s way. Still, rather than that, Janus wondered if he was rendering himself obsolete. “She can, but her mana levels are lower than average,” he lied. Thankfully, the Duke seemed to believe him.

“You’ll be enough. When we reach the capital, I will need to speak with His Majesty to confirm some things, but I’ll make you a deal once we arrive—one that keeps you alive—and maybe someone else if you behave.”

Janus returned to his clothes and began morphing into his human form. When he had, he pulled himself to his feet and put his shirt back on, asking, “What do you want me to do?”

“For now, all you need to do is keep this conversation and your abilities between us. You’ll need all your mana conserved for when we arrive.”

With that, the Duke made it clear that there was nothing more to be said as he began to lead the way back they had come because he knew Janus would follow. They walked in silence for a while, but just before they came into earshot of the knights watching the prisoners, Janus spoke, “I know nothing of the curse’s workings. Only that the war with Osteria served to-”

“I believe you,” The Duke interrupted. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not useful to me. I’ll see you soon enough, Prince Ekans.”

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