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Happy Valentine’s day! I thought this sub group of the fandom could use this

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO YOU TOO BBY!!! I LOVE THE COLORING JOB OH MY GOLLY GOSH LOOK AT HOW CUTE THEY ARE!!!!!!

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Hey! I just wanted to say that I’m not an artist and I don’t draw almost ever, but your stories are absolutely awesome, so I tried to make a thing! Thanks!

Em: AKDSJFKLSFKLSDJFKLSDKLFSJD AWEEEE!!!!! YOU MADE A SIGN FOR THE KINGDOM!!!! BBY DARLING I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU

You may not be an artist but you do draw dragons better than me so  XD

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Snow day

It is midnight my dudes, ya know what that means! Sudden inspiration and bad writing with lots of typos! Enjoy Em!

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The snow storm had been expected, and prepared for. Patton made a super comfy, super fluffy, super sized extra warm sweater for Dee that was green with yellow snakes on it, and he was given 20 heated blankets at least. Virgil and Patton made hot cocoa for everyone and Logan would read stories by the fire to everyone. It was nice.

Then the storm had passed and there was a lot of snow outside. Patton sent out guards and servants to check on the people in the city and then proceeded to get dressed to play in the snow.

Dee was sitting in the sweater in front of the fire reading about swords.

Remy was already outside and making snow angels with Emile, because when they tried to make a snow man together, Remy kept adding…too many snow balls.

Bur Virgil had been talking with Roman about his sword fights with Dee, making rules and warnings and threats, so he hadn’t made it to the snow yet.

Once Patton was dressed warmly, (and Roman and Logan too) the four began to make their way outside.

Patton was the first in the snow, grabbing the closest too him and rolling in it. Logan reminding him not to eat it (Patton still ate it anyways. You don't tell the king what to do!) And roman was making a snowball to throw at Logan.

But Virgil was staring at the snow.

Until he found the perfect spot.

If was smooth looking, and shined in the sunlight. It was in touched.

Not for long.

Logan was the first to notice had Virgil crouched down a bit, his tail wagging slowly, and he got the others attention. 

The royals watched as Virgil wiggled adorably, and pounced into the air. His wings unfolded at the height of his arch, before folding back against his back again. They proceeded to watch as Virgil gracefully…

Slammed head first into the snow and his entire top half of his body disappeared. He kicked his feet against the snow happily, and you could hear the purring from a few feet away.

Patton ‘awe’d

Logan smiled and held back a laugh

Roman accepted death from laughing and from that booty like…damn boy

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Tada! XD this is honestly just me being tired, hope you enjoy the visual! -@sockpansy

Em: AWWEEE ITS SO CUTE AND ADORABLE!!! Honestly a perfect portrayal of a snow day at the kingdom!! I love it omg!! 

(Also I hope you don't mind but I fixed some of the typos and spelling mistakes- just to make it a lil easier to read. Your story is cute and it deserves to be read gosh darn it!! ♡♡♡)

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Better Left Forgotten

I wrote this for your Dragon Witch au! I hope you like it!

Warnings: Blood, kidnapping, and mentions of needles

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Right on the small of Virgil’s back was a small circular scar. 

If asked about it, Virgil would say that he has no idea where it came from. He’s been in a lot of fights after all so it probably came from one of those. And could he really be expected to remember the story behind each and every scar?

But, if you were to ask Remy his face would turn stormy and he sign at you harshly to drop it and never bring it up again. If you looked closely you would see that his hands would be shaking and that his eyes would be glazed over with memories.

His mind would flash back years ago, about a century after he had become an older brother to both Virgil and Dee. He would remember the time that he had taken Virgil out to a village miles away, with Dee staying at home getting over a cold. A hatchling gift from Remy to Virgil, Remy would buy him anything he wanted. It was supposed to be the perfect day.

But someone had noticed the wings pushing up Virgil’s cloak. They had followed him and waited until Remy had seperated from him momentarily to buy some green tea from a nearby stall.

Remy would remember the hours he waited for Virgil to come find him and ask him to buy something. The hours he tried to convince himself that nothing was wrong and Virgil had probably just gotten caught up in the excitement of being something new and lively. Everything was fine.

Remy would remember when he started to panic and search for Virgil frantically because Virgil hated to be away from him for so long. He had pushed through the crowds and scanned the magical folk for his younger brother. Not finding hind nor hair of the Dragon Witch.

He would remember finally finding Virgil’s clock on the ground and small droplets of blood staining the area where the cloak would press up against the small of his back.

His mind would flash back to digging his face in Virgil’s cloak and getting a fresh sample of his brother’s scent. He had torn through the town until the scent trail led him to a group of people in a bar, all of them laughing uproariously and drunk of their asses.

What happened next was one of the few things he couldn’t remember. But he would remember how the leader of the pack had cried and begged for mercy when Remy had held him to the bar’s counter and slammed him against the counter until he whimpered out the location of where they had brought Virgil.

He would remembered the horror he felt when he had found Virgil, deep in a series of caves with scholars and Mages surrounding him. He would remember a syringe pricing the small of Virgil’s back with a tube attatched to it and running down to fill a beaker. He would remember a scholar switching out the beaker with a new one and three more next to them, each one filled to the rim.

Remy would remember rage clouding his mind and expanding into his monster form. He would remember the cave falling to bits around him and the scholars and mages screaming in fright. He would remember cradling Virgil to his chest, protecting him from all the falling rocks. He would remember crushing each and every of the mages and scholars and frying the ones who were idiotic enough to run.

He would remember flying Virgil as fast as he could back to their cabin in the forest. He would remember shielding Virgil’s soft human body from the wind and he would remember Virgil not even twitching. He would remembering landing outside their home and transforming back into a human and Dee rushing out, demanding what happened to Virgil. He would remember brushing past him and placing Virgil gently on the the bed on his stomach . Softly feeling the place where the syringe had been injected into Virgil and finding that the wound had already scabbed over and all that was left was dried blood.

He would remember Dee and him caring for Virgil for three days. He would remember refusing to tell Dee what happened to Virgil. He would remember the day when Virgil woke up, eyes glazed over with sleep, and asking tiredly when they were heading to the village. “To find something for my, my hatchling day?” Virgil had yawned. 

Remy would remember realizing that Virgil didn’t remember what happened. Remy would remember debating what to say before smoothing down Virgil’s hair and lying to him, telling him that they already went and there was a riot and he got knocked out from a blow to the head. Remy would remember promising Virgil that he’d pick something out for him next time he went out.

Remy would remember the pure and utter terror he had felt for those four days and the guilt he still carried around for not telling Virgil what really happened. But he would also remember how small his brother had looked and instantly feel better.

But Remy didn’t like remembering it. So he didn’t let anyone bring it up. It was better that way. Some things should be left forgotten.

-@stormcrawler75

OH MY GOSH Y'ALL ARE SO ANGSTY I LOVE IT!!!!

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A brothers bond

Remy and dee were troublemakers, that much was true. Abd it was also true that dee loves pranks.

So when a tired Virgil is asleep and remy and dee are awake, they start by snooping about the room.

It didnt take long before they found what they were looking for and got to work.

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The king and princes were walking together down the halls.

"I really hope they like the cookies." Patton said.

"Nonsense Patton! They will love them! You are the best cook in the kingdom."Roman gushed.

Logan smiled. "Patton im sure things will be fine...we just...need to apologize."

Footsteps were heard running to them, making the royals look up and see a tiny gremlin being carried by a tall guy wearing sunglasses and running.

"Whoa whoa whoa, were is the fire?" Roman asked, stopping them.

Remy dropped dee and began to sign. The royal looked confused.

"Fascinating." Logan stated." You appear to be speaking, but with your hands...."

Remy silently groaned, and poked dee, who stood.

"We are totally not running from Virgil before he wakes up. You guys should stay here because he will be perfectly calm when he finds out what we did not do to him."

Roman blinked confused. "Uh..ok?"

Before they could ask the witches, there was the sound of an angry roar, followed by heavy footsteps.

"Remy! Dee! When I get my hands on you!"

Remy and dee shared a scared look followed by laughter, before running past the three.

Patton looked at the corner to see Virgil come around, glaring and...

And....

Covered in pretty bows and ribbons.

His horns had bows, his neck, his tail had 10 at least, and about 20 in his hair.

"Where did they go!" Virgil commanded.

Patton squealed. "You are so cute!"

Roman was laughing.

Logan simply pointed in the direction the two had ran.

Virgil gave a nod and ran after the two.

When they found the brothers later, Virgil was tickling dee and Remy

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I did this for fun, for the dragon witch au xD

I didnt write it as canon, I just thought it would be funny, or aoemthing that might happen

Hope you enjoyed it!

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YOU BETTER BET YOUR SWEET BUTT THIS IS CANON!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

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‘Shading is hard so I’ll make it really simple -Proceeds to go overboard with the background and effects-’ Idk exactly what my thoughts were when I decided to do that XD Anyway I finally finished Remy! I guessed a little with most of his colors I hope they’re ok. I’ll post this and tag ya after this in case you want me to make any changes first lol. Hope you like it! -@themainhome

OH MY GOD ITS SO FREAKING MAJESTIC I'M CRYING!!!!! LOOK AT REMY HE'S SO COOOL!!! Fantastic work bby!! I love it!!! ♡♡♡♡

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So. I heard Roman doesn’t like mice :) -@unknownsandersfan

I'M SCREAMING I LOVE IT ♡♡♡♡

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Qui enim necessarium somno

Part 1: Bird —- No warnings, just fluff, Remy really needs to sleep lol.😇

—- Remy and Dee have been in the castle for two weeks. It was large, boisterous and the Royals weren’t half-bad. They were treated well and and the tiny Kings food was absolutely amazing.

Hell, both Witches were even offered their own rooms! Though they did deny the offer, simply wishing to reside with Virgil as they were accustomed to.

Dee adapted rather quickly, and Virgil seemed much more content with them there, but for the eldest witch…well, that’s were the problem lay.

Lay because he was laying down, lied would be Dee’s thing.

Remy chuckled soundlessy, his mind finding the semantics of the English language amusing, then again everything was amusing right now. Sleep deprivation tended to do that to you. Insomnia be a bitch and life was her slave, or so it felt to him.The Beast Witch sighed silently, looking up at the intricately designed ceiling. Two weeks.

They were there for two weeks, with the best blankets, the softest bed and fluffiest pillows in all the land and yet he still couldn’t sleep. Virgil and Dee would practically dog pile on him every night and their warmth and peace would really only buy him an hour or two at the most.

Remy huffed.

It was nothing he couldn’t handle, nor was it anything he wasn’t used to. Back before he met his brothers, the feeling of  insomnia would strike like a thief in the night.

Times like that Remy would all too eagerly jump into a party and look for someone down to have a romp with. A nice roll in the hay tended to buy him atleast a night or two of unbidden rest-that is, unless the occasional nightmare happened to show up, but that was a different story.

The point was, if he tired himself out a day or two prior, his lack of energy would be just enough for him to slip into a deep dreamless sleep at night.

Maybe he could sneak out to find a bed mate for the night? He could easily come back before morning and crash-

Biting his lip in thought, the Eldest Witch successfully manages to wiggle out from under his brothers and sits up. But the moment he does, he suddenly feels too sluggish to move and his chest just tightens at the thought of leaving them.

So instead, he watches their relaxed faces and listens to their calm slow breathing and the gently rise and fall of their chests. Well mostly Virgil’s as Dee was currently flopped on top of Virge’s stomach, wrapped up in bundles upon bundles of warm quilts. With each of the Dragon Witch’s breath’s Dee would be the one gently rising and falling.

Remy couldn’t help but smile. It was nice, seeing them so peaceful. He watched them a little while longer, mapping out their soft, slack features as they rested. Dee looked, less like the mischievous gremlin he was and more like a child, slumber truly highlighting just how young the Witchling was. Virgil on the other hand-

Virgil looked so calm. A good look for the worry-wart of the group. The creased lines that he usually had on his forehead were nowhere to be seen, neither were the ones by his lips. Those were caused by his frowning, scowling and or pouting, quite the daily used expressions of the Dragon Witch. But nestled deep within slumber’s grasp, Virgil appeared ageless.

Remy’s heart swelled, that gaping hole he had within him was almost completely filled by his brothers, not that he’d ever tell them that though.

The Manti-Chimera’s smile widened, just a little more as he sighed to himself and layed back down next to his family. He could feel the impending sunrise on his back but he didn’t care.

He watched over his siblings with half-lidded eyes, a low purr resounded from within him- what? It was peaceful, calm and safe- it’s an instinctual thing, don’t bug him about it.

Soon enough, Remy’s own content purrs and his brothers’ soft rythmic breathing sent his every wandering mind into a lull. With his head now quiet his eyes… slowly… slid… shut.

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Until a loud chirp from outside caused him to flinch violently awake. Disoriented, Remy sat up only to realize he was teetering on the edge of the bed and the only reason he didn’t fall off was because of Virgil’s protective instincts. The Dragon Witch’s tail was wrapped snugly around Remy’s left calf, effectively preventing him from falling.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Remy scootched closer to his siblings before patting Virgil’s tail lightly in thanks. As if knowing, it gently uncurled releasing the Beast Witch from it’s hold, before promptly latching onto Dee’s waist. Remy chuckled to himself, even in his sleep Virgil was protective over his brothers.

Seeing as he most definitely won’t be able to go back to sleep after that near mishap. Remy resigned himself to staying up until one of the Royals came to fetch the Witches for breakfast.

 He was also maybe pondering about how worth the trouble he would definitely get into if he murdered every song bird in the vicinity, or maybe just that particular one.

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“Good  morning  my lovelies! Isn’t today simply wonderful?! I was awoken by the beautiful singing of our resident song birds!-”

“That’s lovely Roman, I’m glad the Birds sung for you!”

“Thank you Pattonmine-”

“You do realize that they were probably singing for food or to acquire a mate, right Roman?”

“Possibly Logan, but I choose to believe that they were singing a wake up call for me!”

Virgil and Dee didn’t say anything at the table, they were too busy already eating. Which was good, because with all this ‘bird talk’ Remy was silently seething.

-@prplzorua

OH MY GOSH HOW CUUUUUUUTTTTEEEEE!!!! I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT 10/10 I'M SO READY TO SEE WHERE YOU GO WITH THIS LOVELY!!!!!!