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.
more unbeta’d witch!lance with his familiar!shiro because i think i have a problem
It had been weeks. A little over a month. But Lance was finally coming back today.
Shiro waited patiently at the front door in his dog form, body tensing at every noise that his ears, swiveling wildly, picked up.
He could feel eyes boring holes into him from afar. Keith had been watching him sit in front of the door for a little over half an hour now. He hasn’t moved since Allura left to go pick up Lance from the airport. It was a mixture of both sickeningly sweet and pathetic, but they knew Keith would probably react the same if Allura ever left. Not that he’d admit that, of course. Keith had a reputation to uphold.
The familiar sound of muffled voices and a key being jingled into the lock had Shiro up on his feet, circling eagerly as he held back his excited barks, tail slicing through the air. The moment the door was open wide enough, Shiro barreled past Allura and jumped on Lance, barking and panting and trying his best to lick at Lance’s face.
“Kashi!” Lance yelped, stumbling to regain his footing with the added weight of his familiar. “I missed you, too, you big baby. But I’ve got to get inside.” Shiro got down from Lance’s waist and followed him as he entered Allura’s home, rolling in luggage. He shifted his weight from paw to paw like he was dancing as he watched Lance put all of his things down near the couch, stretching his arms and back, no doubt sore from carrying his belongings.
Lance let himself flop on the couch. Not even a moment passed before he was patting the spot next to him and Shiro was in his lap, soaking his face and any other part he could reach with his saliva, squirming with excitement. All Lance could do was scrunch up his face and futilely try to avoid Shiro’s rough tongue while burying his hands in his fur, scratching and petting lovingly.
The two were engrossed into their own world, oblivious to the way Allura and Keith watched them silently. A soft smile graced Allura’s features as she witnessed a bond like no other. Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Keith brushing up against her, demanding her attention. She didn’t hesitate to bend down and scoop him up in her arms, cradling him to her chest as she gently scratched between his ears. As much as she loved watching Lance and Shiro together, she didn’t know if she could handle such a bundle of energy.
mostly unbeta’d witches!lance & allura with their familiars!shiro & keith + this was suppose to be a ficlet but it ran away from me
i’m sorry if the ending is awkward and abrupt and just w e i r d
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Okay, so maybe the media was right, and Lance just happened to be an outlier when it came to familiars.
With a soft, fond smile on his face, Lance watched as Shiro slept soundly in his dog form, side flank raising and falling slowly in time with his deep breaths and body stretched out. His eyes were drawn to the black ball of fluff curled up on his familiar’s side, tucked securely within itself. His mind started to wander down Memory Avenue, but was stopped by Allura returning from her kitchen with two mugs in her hands. He shifted his focus from their familiar to her, grinning as she settled down next to him before handing him a mug, which he took gratefully.
“God, I love your tea,” Lance gushed after chancing a sip, sighing blissfully afterwards.
“Sometimes, I think that’s the only reason you stick around,” Allura teased as she blew on her own cup, watching the steam move in the direction she blew.
Lance didn’t deny her comment, bringing his mug back to his lips with raised eyebrows as he avoided eye contact. He heard a dramatic gasp next to him before there was pain blossoming in his bicep where Allura smacked him, making him yelp and almost spill his tea.
“Can you maybe chill?” Lance hissed as he shot Allura a glare. “You almost made me drop my tea!” That was the last thing he wanted to do. He gingerly sipped at the hot drink, brows still furrowed in mild irritation.
“Well, what did you expect when you don’t deny my comment?” Allura hissed back, face set into her own annoyed expression.
Lance rolled his eyes. “You know that you’re more than just the Queen of Tea to me,” he reassured her as his face relaxed, losing its traces of irritation. His gaze drifted back to Shiro, only to see that his familiar was now awake and gazing back at him, tail swishing lazily against Allura’s carpeted floor. They must have woken him up. And if he was up that meant—
“Did you enjoy your nap, Keith? Hey, wait! Let me put down my tea first,” Allura rambled as she hastily set her mug down on the coffee table in front of them. Keith, the Bombay cat that was resting on Shiro, took up the vacant space in Allura’s lap, purring lowly as he felt hands gently run through his fur. “You’re such a needy cat,” Allura huffed despite her fond smile. Keith only purred louder.
A sudden cloud of red and black smoke engulfed the feline, causing both Allura and Lance to cough violently. The smoke soon fell away to reveal a slender male with black cat ears jutting from his head and a sleek, black tail swaying languidly in the air. A red silk robe clothed him and stood out against his pale complexion. He oozed everything Lance associated with cats: elegance, laziness, superiority, spoilt.
Allura wasn’t fazed by her familiar’s sudden transformation, continuing to pet the head that rested in her lap. Lance opened his mouth to ask her about how she got Keith to wear clothes, but that’s when Shiro decided he was a lapdog, much to Lance’s dismay.
“Takashi!” Lance exclaimed as the Siberian Husky hoisted his entire body onto Lance’s lap, forcing him to lean against the back of the couch in order to accommodate his size. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as Shiro twisted his head to try to lap at Lance’s face, wanting his attention. “You’re just as bad as Keith.”
Allura giggled softly as she watched Lance bury a hand into Shiro’s coat, giving the canine the attention he so desired. They were two whipped witches with their spoilt familiars. She couldn’t help remembering the first time they met, both them and their familiars.
Allura had taken Keith to the park, letting the cat bask in the sunlight on the bench they occupied. To many, it was unusual to see a cat at a park, but Allura liked getting Keith out of the house every now and then. Besides, he seemed to enjoy the direct sunlight if his constant purring was any indication.
With a book in her hands, the pair relaxed on the bench, enjoying the tranquil atmosphere around them. Until it was suddenly shattered by a frantic stranger running up to them.
“Hi! Sorry, uh, have you seen a Siberian Husky by any chance? He’s my dog and he’s seemed to run off,” the stranger rambled, eyes full of panic as they continued to flicker around, searching for his companion.
“No, I have to say—“ A loud hissing interrupted Allura’s words, surprising both her and the stranger. They turned their gaze to where Keith was standing, hackles raised, hair standing on end, and spine arched. The picture of a ticked off cat. “Keith! You stop that,” Allura scolded with pinched eyebrows. Keith ignored her and continued to hiss at the guy who interrupted his sunbathing, ears pressed flat against his head.
Suddenly, there was distant barking drowning out the hissing, and it got louder as it got closer until it was right next to them. The stranger looked beside him and gasped, dropping to his knees to face the dog that joined them.
“‘Kashi, where did you go?!” He exclaimed, scratching behind the Siberian Husky’s ears, but the dog was focused on the cat still hissing at them, challenging him with his own growling. “Takashi, calm down. It’s just an irritated cat,” the stranger reassured. When his dog didn’t quit, he got back to his feet and shot an apologetic smile towards Allura.
“I’m sorry about all this. He’s usually so friendly, even if others aren’t,” the stranger explained with a shake of his head. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”
Allura had an inkling as she stared at the Siberian Husky. She’s been a witch for quite some time now, and she knew when she spotted another familiar. “Well, cats and dogs never really get along,” she commented. “Name’s Allura, by the way.”
“Lance,” Lance replied as he tried to hold his familiar back. “We should get going. It was nice meeting you!” He turned on his heel, and directed his familiar away from Allura and Keith, chastising him all the while. Allura could only watch with a small smile. She had a feeling they’d see each other a lot more.
“Allura, how did you get clothes on Keith?” Lance’s question pulled her out of her reminiscing. Shiro was now straddling him in his human form, and was very naked, nuzzling his face. The fact that the dog familiar was comfortable enough to transform in front of them made Allura grin. Their bonds had definitely come a long way, especially Keith’s and Shiro’s.
“I’ll text you the spell so you can use it at home.”
“You’re a lifesaver,” Lance gushed as Shiro flicked his tongue against his lips, making Lance turn a dark shade of red.
Giggling, Allura and Keith watched in amusement as Lance tried to get Shiro to stop licking his mouth. It was one thing to do it while he was a dog, but as a human was completely different. They were an interesting duo, and Allura was grateful their accidental meeting in the park led them to where they are now.
this is both day 3: sea of stars & day 5: support of Shance Month because i’m playing catch up and combining makes it faster to do so
the universe for this fic is witch!lance and familiar!shiro. enjoy!!
“Combine the stars and the sea to create something that’s never been seen!”
Lance blinked owlishly. Shiro cocked his head, a confused whine leaving him. The water sat still, much to Lance’s dismay. He sighed dramatically, shifting his gaze to the book in his grip. He muttered under his breath, eyes skimming across the words scrawled in a weird, old English font. Like it was scratched in with a quill.
“I said it right. And I have all the materials listed.” Lance frowned deeply, tearing his eyes from the book. “This is the third time I’ve tried this spell.”
Shiro got to his feet, barking softly and pressing up against Lance to gain his attention, knocking his head against his legs. His tail increased in speed at the way Lance smiled down at him, reaching a hand to scratch behind and in between his ears.
“This your way of comforting me and saying ‘I’m here to support you!’, huh?” Shiro barked in response. “Well, it’s working.” Lance gave him one last scratch before focusing on the book again. Inhaling deeply, he let himself relax as he exhaled, pushing aside all earlier frustration. Fourth time’s a charm, he thought.
“Combine the stars and the sea to create something that’s never been seen!”
The water shifted and slowly rose from its glass bowl. Lance watched with wide eyes as it twisted and twirled into a dripping sphere only a few inches above the bowl. It continued to slowly rotate as the stars that Lance received from Allura floated out of their jar and towards the sphere, surrounding it. It looked similar to an atom as the stars flew around it in diagonal, oval patterns.
“It worked!” Lance cheered, shutting his book and setting it aside. “It really worked!”
Shiro joined in his cheering, barking loudly and turning in circles, tail slicing through the air with joy. Lance laughed at his antics, which only encouraged Shiro to do them more.
“I think a celebration is in order. How does… pizza and ice cream sound? We can even watch a movie,” Lance suggested. Shiro stopped suddenly, body tense and alert as he stared at Lance, who rolled his eyes. “Yes, that means cuddling, but I’m going to need you to put some clo—”
A cloud of grey smoke interrupted him, making him cough and his eyes water. He really wished Shiro would warn him. Before he could scold his familiar, he heard pounding footsteps fading away. So eager. Lance shook his head before ending the spell and following Shiro’s footsteps.
hello hello! i’m participating as best as i can in Shance Month and wrote a little ficlet for day 4: hero worship~
important things to know (i guess): so i’m also doing an AU challenge this month and kind of mixing the two together, if possible. the days i can’t mix, i’ll do the prompt in my witch!lance and familiar!shiro universe! if it’s mixed, i’ll put something like “day 1: introductions/bodyguard au” to clarify
alright, i hope you all enjoy!!
The partnership between witch and familiar is suppose to level them on equal grounds. One is not superior to the other. They’re powerful separate and a force to be reckoned with when together. They do not complete one another, but compliment each other. It’s the ideal bond that every witch and familiar should strive to have.
It’s the bond that Lance and Shiro have. At least, that’s what Lance believes.
Unbeknownst to him, Shiro has put him on a pedestal. Shiro wouldn’t say he’s perfect and ignore his flaws, but he will admit that he worships him. Lance saved Shiro. Saved him from years of unhealthy, unequal bonds with other witches. Saved him from being treated like a tool instead of a partner, a friend. Not everyone liked having a dog as a familiar when they were taught about wise, mysterious animals like owls and cats. Even other familiars didn’t accept his status because of his species. He’s experienced enough hate and broken bonds to last him a while.
But Lance was different. Lance didn’t mind having a dog for a familiar. Lance didn’t mind that his excitable nature was a stark contrast to the dangerous, gloomy aura witches usually gave off because Lance didn’t give off that aura. Lance was as excitable as Shiro, complimenting his boundless energy. He’d let Shiro run around at parks and tackle him and pretend he’s a lapdog when he really isn’t without a single complaint. Sure, he jokes about Shiro being more like Keith, but they both know he wouldn’t trade Shiro for the world.
And Lance was Shiro’s hero for that. He was something of an angel, a light in Shiro’s seemingly never-ending darkness. As equal as they seemed to outsiders, Shiro would always put Lance above himself, silently worshiping and thanking him for just being him.
