in celebration of almost reaching my next one hundred and for my own self-indulgence, i wrote another little... ficlet for the random witch au!!! where things go awry and there’s now two dog hybrids
i hope you all enjoy!
When the reddish-brown smoke cleared away, Shiro was losing it, tail slicing through the air at speeds Lance has never seen and body trembling like a leaf with excitement. That same excitement he showed when Lance finally came home after a long trip—“the over the moon” excited. But Lance didn’t come home from a trip. In fact, he was practicing a certain spell with the support of his familiar when the blue smoke enveloped them, taking them by surprise. It wasn’t until Lance felt something brush against his back that he understood Shiro’s excitement.
Reaching behind him with curiosity, Lance’s fingers brushed against soft, groomed fur. He continued to rub against it until he made out a long, fluffy tail swaying behind him. At his prodding, the tail began to curl the same way Shiro’s did when he was pleased, or excited. Like he was now. Lance’s free hand reached for his head and, sure enough, felt a pair of fluffy ears sitting on top.
Lance was like Shiro, a dog hybrid, and his familiar was ecstatic.
“This… is not how the spell was supposed to go,” Lance stated, letting his hands fall back to his sides. He searched around the room for a mirror, a little curious as to how he looks now. Picking one up, he observed his new ears—triangular and a reddish brown color. They were similar to Shiro’s, and he couldn’t help his exclamation of, “I think we’re the same breed!”
It was then that Shiro finally moved, invading Lance’s personal space like he’d been itching to do. He embraced him, pressed against him, and sniffed about, searching for something Lance didn’t know. When he found it, he sent Lance a wide grin, tail wagging so hard that—if he was shifted—his entire lower half would be wiggling as well. Paws shuffling in place like he was dancing to music only he could hear.
Lance bit back a smile at the image.
“We are the same! You smell like me!” Shiro explained.
“Takashi, I’m pretty sure I always smell like you.”
“This is different. It’s a dog thing,” Shiro countered before busying himself with licking broad stripes across the side of Lance’s face, something he usually refrains from doing because of how much Lance complained and scolded him. But with so much excitement from Lance suddenly being a dog hybrid (a dog hybrid!!!), he couldn’t help himself.
And Lance couldn’t either, as he leaned into Shiro’s version of kisses, tail curled tightly and swishing through the air. He even went as far as returning a few, albeit a little more shyly than his familiar, before he was hit with the realization of what he was doing.
His appearance wasn’t the only thing affected.
Face slowly becoming darker, Lance stepped back, putting some distance between them and keeping Shiro at bay with an outstretched hand. He ignored the way his familiar’s ears drooped sadly, feeling his own ears droop in response. Heck, even his tail uncurled! He couldn’t deal with how expressive his new features were. He needed to fix things quick.
Shiro whined softly, and Lance swallowed down the whine building up in response.
Really quick.
“Takashi, this is nice and all, but I can’t stay like this. I gotta change back.” Soft whining filled the air around them, barely there. But Lance knew just how loud it could become if it continued. He chewed on his bottom lip before sighing dramatically, letting his arm drop back to his side. “Okay, okay, fine. I can stay like this, but only for a little bit.”
Lance wasn’t sure if Shiro even heard the last bit. A cloud of smoke had enveloped him, and in his place was an energetic Siberian Husky, hopping around and occasionally doing the dance Lance thought of earlier. He knew what Shiro wanted. With it being only them two most of the time, Shiro didn’t get to run around with other dogs. Even if he was a magical being and had a human form, he was still very much a dog.
And so, a cloud of reddish-brown smoke enveloped Lance, and out of it stepped a reddish-brown Siberian Husky that was a bit smaller than Shiro. They stared at one another silently—Shiro crouched, ready to spring, and Lance standing tall. It was a loud, deep bark that resounded in the room that had Lance chasing after Shiro, letting the adrenaline Shiro must feel all the time overwhelm him.
The sound of barking and claws clicking against hardwood was all that could be heard for a while.
