Virgil and Patton are witch brothers living out in the woods. The time has come for Patton’s familiar to arrive, but it seems the universe enjoys irony.
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There was a scratching at the door; not a knocking, but a scratching. Odd. Virgil glanced beneath the table, where the wolf seated there seemed to have perked up as well.
“Just a second, Patton.” Virgil set the broom he had been modifying down on the table, going over to see what their strange visitor might be. The brotherly witches received all kinds of company, a side effect of being the only healers in the forest. These beings often ranged throughout the races, from fae to mortals, from humanoid to other, and even from canine to-
“Meow!”
“Oh heck no.”
Virgil frowned, looming over the cat sat on his doorstep as if he could possibly scare it off. The white puffball stayed put, its tail flicking lazily and smiling up at Virgil as much as a cat could smile.
Virgil knew why it was here, of course. At a certain point, every witch gained their own familiar. Virgil’s own wolf was now faithfully at his side, giving the kitten a low warning growl.
“Easy, Logan.” Virgil eased the wolf, putting his hand out, but he felt like giving a growl of his own.
Virgil knew, logically, that his little brother had just became of age yesterday and had been eagerly waiting for his animal to appear. They had both been waiting for some obvious sign like this. But a cat? Surely the universe would not be so cruel.
“Virgil, what’s-” Patton gasped, his statement cut off as he peered over Virgil’s shoulder. His eyes became wide as saucers, a grin threatening to split his face in half. “Oh~!”
“It’s probably just a stray.” Virgil feebly tried to argue. “Just a normal cat that got lost.”
The cat seemed to raise an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. Spotting Patton, the feline sauntered forwards, purring as he wrapped around Patton’s leg.
“Oh, what a pretty kitty you are!” Patton squealed, scooping the cat up into his arms. The pair seemed to be radiating energy, clearly bonding as Patton nestled his nose against the soft white fur.
“Patton, you’re allergic.” An exasperated Virgil reminded him, watching Patton already give a quick achoo!
“I just had to sneeze. Not allergies.” Patton argued, wiping the sleeve of his robe onto his nose. “Roman wouldn’t do anything to hurt me like that, would you my little prince?”
“Mrow.” Roman gave a smug meow, looking far too triumphantly at Virgil as he continued to cuddle closer to his witch.
“Get me a new bottle cat!” Virgil ordered, waiting a moment before zapping his poor familiar known as Bastard Cat or his actual name, Roman.
Roman let out a soft hiss and stalked towards the cabinet. He didn’t expect to be zapped in the back however, and yowled at the sudden pain.
Virgil was not a patient witch. When he wanted something done it had better be quick or there would be hell to pay. “Be quicker than that!”
Roman grumbled under his breath and quickly grabbed the nearest bag of bottles, bringing them to his Master. “Here you are you dick,” He couldn’t help but hiss at Virgil, yelping when he got zapped….again.
Virgil took the bottles, sighing. “Thank god, you lazy ass. Gods.” He started bottling his most recent potion, a sleeping potion, into the different bottles. He hummed softly, ignoring how Roman brushed against his legs.
Roman was furious. He hated how Virgil always zapped him for doing nothing wrong. Nothing! He never gave any warnings at all and he just starts zapping away when things don’t go his way.
Stupid witch, stupid magic, stupid zapping and stupid bottles! he snarled and his tail hit one of the newly made potions, knocking it off the shelf. Roman let out a scream and bolted, letting the potion spill all over Virgil.
Virgil let out a startled yelp and looked over himself, trying to figure out what potion slipped over him. Red, which one was the red one!? He tried to think it over, and when he came to the realization of what potion it was his body froze with terror.
The witch tried to get to his broom closet, figuring if he got a hold of a broom it would be easy to fly up and get the antidote. Sadly, he was now too small to even touch the handle. Fucking hell fucking hell! I’m so fucked! He thought, stumbling when he felt a massive earthquake approaching him.
Roman poked his head out from behind the couch he ducked under, staring in shock when his witch slowly started to get smaller. He padded towards him, snickering internally. Master is smaller than a newborn mouse. He laid down in front of Virgil, a large grin making its way onto his face when his witch froze in place.
Virgil couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of fear when he looked up his familiar. He went to back up but he felt a large fuzzy paw pull him closer to the massive cat. He attempted to get away but it was in vain when Roman hooked his claws into the back of Virgil’s long robes, lifting him off the ground.
“My My, what a cute little mousey I caught,” Roman cooed, dangling Virgil in front of his face. “You know you don’t belong in the kitchen.”
“Put me down Roman!” Virgil ordered, ignoring how hard it was to get a breath in. He was terrified. At this height Roman looked like a large predator cat, and he was the mouse.
“Hmmm, are you sure you want me to put you down, Master Mousey?”
“Yes! And don’t call me that!”
“Very well, Mousey,” Roman purred, grabbing the back of Virgil’s robe with his teeth and leaping up onto the counter. He made sure to shake his head as much as physically possible, chuckling as his miniaturized master shrieked in fright.
Virgil clung to Roman’s fur for dear life, not wanting to be dropped. He was too panicked for words, unable to say anything or tell his familiar to stop. He felt helpless and scared. He hated the feeling. Every witch in town would laugh, What kind of witch is scared of their own familiar?
“Silly Mousey, I won’t drop you…..yet.” Roman kept climbing until he reached the top of the highest place in the house, that being Virgil’s massive bookshelf full of different spell books. He let Virgil dangle over the edge a bit, savoring the moment when he heard Virgil’s breath catch.
After a few moments of letting Virgil dangle he carefully set Virgil down, looming over him. “Here you are little Mousey, I put you down.”
“W-wait! I didn’t mean here!” Virgil’s voice shook as he glanced at how far the ground was. Too far. “I-I meant the floor!”
“The floor you say?” Roman’s cat face broke out into a smirk as he slowly started pushing Virgil towards the end of the shelf.
Virgil tried to fight the paw, hitting and pushing at it to avoid falling off the shelf. He barely moved it and he felt his feet reach the end of the shelf, almost being tipped off. “Stop it! Stop it please!”
Roman paused at the please, caught off guard by the rare use of the word. He pulled Virgil back, jumping off the shelf. “Fine. I was just trying to help you down,” He pouted, his tail swishing. “I’m gonna go take a nap, Chao~” he called, walking off.
“Wait! Wait don’t leave me!” Virgil cried, but Roman either didn’t hear him, or ignored his call. He slumped against the shelf, shuddering as the cold air from the air vent blew on him. This was going to be a long few hours, that is if Roman comes back to get him.
Will he come back? Is he going to leave me here till I freeze to death? He hoped not, but he couldn’t say for certain. He just hoped that his familiar would have some kind of mercy, even if he had never had any for Roman.
Since you said you wanted requests for the Witchy Bois and their familiars... maybe kitty Roman heckling wolf Logan but looking all innocent whenever Logan tries to complain to Virgil about it?
(Yes hi I absolutely love requests/prompts for my Witchy Bois family. Also this one went and did a lil’ bit different than flat out heckling because it amused me.)
The bond between a witch and their familiar was special, in every sense of the definition. A better, greater, or otherwise different bond. A thing designed for a particular purpose. A familiar assisted their witch in all manner of tasks, and possessed sentience far beyond that of a common animal. It had also been said that as this magical bond developed a familiar and their charge could communicate, but then again perhaps witches just enjoyed meowing and howling and cawing to their heart’s content. It was hard to tell when bystanders were unable to understand either end of the conversation.
Despite knowing this, it came as quite a shock to Virgil one day when Logan’s growlings began to take form in actual words.
“We have a problem.”
Virgil coughed, nearly choking on his morning tea. He looked back down at the wolf, so patiently sitting at Virgil’s bedside.
“...did you say something?” Virgil asked, wondering if he was just imagining things. It wouldn’t be the first time he put too much saffron in his tea and ended up projecting magic illuminations all over the place.
“Yes, I stated that we have a problem.” Logan repeated himself, and this time Virgil was transfixed watching the way Logan’s lips moved in time with the words echoing in his head.
“Uh...okay.” Virgil slowly nodded, trying to act normal since that’s what Logan was doing. After all, Logan always seemed to know best, even before he could tell Virgil he was being an idiot. He had instead expressed it in other ways, like pulling him by the back of the coat or growling when Virgil reached for the wrong potion ingredients. “So what’s the problem?”
“The cat.” Logan glared, across the room where Roman sat idly grooming himself in Patton’s chair. “He’s mocking me.”
“Who, Roman?” Virgil looked over at the kitten. At his name, the cat looked up, giving Virgil a curious meow. Virgil wasn’t the cat’s biggest fan either, but at the moment he was just… sitting there. Annoyingly getting cat hairs all over Patton’s favorite chair, but why would that bother Logan?
“...wait a second.” Virgil said in realization, glancing again between the cat sat on the chair and Logan sat on the floor. Virgil’s face slid into a sly smirk. “Are you jealous?”
“It’s not jealousy.” Logan scoffed, his nose turned up. “It’s a blatant disregard for house rules!”
“Logan, you’re a wolf.” Virgil reminded him. “You’re too big to be climbing on the furniture.”
Alrighty, after some technical diffuculties (Aka Me being a big goofball) Asks are now open! Feel free to ask whatever you want and direct your question / response to me / a character! The blogs are:
@my-rotten-witch with TShrunken Witch! Virgil and his vengeful Familiar! Roman
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@fairly-small-love with fae! Patton and his little treasures tiny! Virgil, tiny! Roman, tiny! Logan, and the mysterious Snake!
I just wanna let you all know that I have made offical ask blogs for both stories! feel free to sends asks and things and the characters / me will answer them!
@my-rotten-witch : For a story about Familiar! Roman who seeks revenge on his shrunken Master Witch! Virgil
@fairly-small-love :For a story about Fae! Patton who likes to take the pretty people home to fairly world and keeps them as his tiny humans!
