I wrote this back in the start of the year for Ganic's (@anxiousgaypanicking) birthday.
Only now am I finally posting it anywhere else thanks to their reminders <3 (Truly forgot I have to actually POST things for people to see)
Logan x Janus
Kinks - Master/Pet Kink, Hand worship, Possession
Logan was… not one to believe in ghosts to put it lightly. Which meant that when the chess club dared him to play in the library… he didn’t understand why it would matter.
If anything, the library would be the best place to play. Quiet, not many people, and most importantly, the nice chess sets. After all. The chess club literally stole all but three from the library. Logan had no part in this, mind you. Absolutely not. He was against stealing in all senses of the word.
Point of the matter was, Logan didn’t believe in any ghost stories. Nevermind the ones set in his own school. The library wasn’t haunted… it was just the way for the nerds of the school to keep people away.
Right?
To Logan’s knowledge, there was no true proof to ghosts. Specters. Phantoms. Whatever you liked to call them. They didn’t exist. It was illogical. When you died, that was it. Your body became one with the earth, and that was the end to it all. Nothing after. He knew why the idea was so popular though, the belief of something after…
He could have scoffed at the idea.
That was why his club members had dared him to this. The non believer was supposed to become the believer.
He was to sit in the library overnight… permission having been given from the principal. Though the reason given was quite different, and given by the ghost club. An ‘investigation into the situation in the library in hopes to rejuvenate the love for reading among the student body.’
Once again a stupid reason.
Logan held his sleeping bag, along with his bag full of his needed items, which were set by the door. That’s when he spotted one of the nice chess sets, set onto a table at the back of the room.
It seemed as though someone had forgotten to finish playing the round…
As Logan stepped closer, he noticed that the queen was only one move from checkmating the king.
He moved the queen.
“Checkmate.” He muttered in satisfaction, humming at a game completed.
“Ah ah ah~” a voice tutted, telling him off. It made the hair on Logan’s neck and arms rise, goosebumps enveloping his skin.
A trick of his ears. That’s all.
Though…
“It’s black’s turn, not white. It isn't a checkmate just yet.” The voice told him. There it was again- much clearer this time.
Humming with a frown, it came to his attention that someone was pulling a joke on him. Trying to scare him, to make him believe. He simply rolled his eyes, taking the pieces and setting them to their correct spots to restart it.
He supposed he could play a few rounds by himself. To pass the time, of course.
However, as one piece in particular was moved from its spot to off the board, Logan grew confused. What the…
He glanced around, frowning as he saw nothing. Except-
There.
As he looked to the chess board again, a translucent yellow hand appeared, moving another piece off the board.
Was… it putting it back to how it had been?
Logan stared in confusion. How were the club members doing that? A projector wouldn’t explain it away by any means.
He took a step back to examine the area.
“Alright guys. Good prank- you got me or whatever it is you’d like to hear.” Logan said, loud enough to echo in the seemingly empty library.
“A prank? Is that what you believe this to be?” He heard that voice ask. Logan felt a cold breath fan across his lips, and he almost jumped as his eyes scanned the area.
This wasn’t real. It simply wasn’t.
“How sad… you seem like a good chess player.” The voice tutted, speaking again, but in such a low tone Logan wasn’t sure it spoke at all the second time.
“Who’s there?” He questioned, glancing around the room nervously. Maybe this was some stupid ‘joke’ a sports team was playing on him? He was a stereotypical nerd after all. It would make sense… “Hello?” He called out.
If Logan hadn’t already been close to jumping out of his skin, he was sure he would have as a yellow, yet translucent, figure appeared in front of him. A cane at its side that it leaned on, a hat upon its head, and a sly smile on its face.
“Hello.” It greeted coolly, tilting its hat to him slightly. Logan stared for a long few moments, his gaze sporadic as he scanned the body over.
“What are you?” Logan asked as soon as he’d caught his senses.
“Details details.” It sighed, pouting a little. “I think the more important question is my intention.” It tutted. Logan hesitated for only a moment.
“Well… then what are your intentions?” He questioned, taking another step back from the thing.
“Well that’s easy” It chuckled simply, “To play a game.” It told him. “With you, of course. Now. If you agree, I’ll tell you the deal.” It explained.
Logan stared. This… thing, had been human, and now it was… what, a ghost? He cleared his throat. And now… it- he wanted to play a game?
“What game?” Logan questioned, watching as the ghost just shrugged.
“Don’t agree?”
“I didn’t say that.” Logan said quickly, curious of this ‘deal’ the ghost offered. He watched him grin, and felt like perhaps, he’d chosen the incorrect option.
“Good. Then I’ll take it as a yes.” He said simply, stepping closer, the cane clicking on the floor, fascinating Logan.
He could interact with the real world… how curious…
“What’s the deal?” He asked, sidestepping the ghost, going to sit down so that he didn’t have the chance to fall flat on his ass at the shock of everything he was learning.
“Simple. We play a game. If I win… then I can do as I please with you. If you win-“
“Then you let me ask what you are, and you have to answer all questions I ask.” Logan said firmly, swallowing the spit in his throat as the ghost watched him closely, stepping to sit on the other side of the chess board.
“I suppose.” He agreed, humming. “So, let’s play a game of chess.” Janus said simply, setting the pieces back to how they should be.
“Chess?” Logan questioned the figure in front of him. The other slowly becoming familiar to him, his nerves calming at the mention of a simple game of chess. He was great at chess, after all. But… he was also nervous. Doing whatever he wished? What if he did something weird, like.. like having sex with him or something ridiculous like that.
Though why were his thoughts even going there? What was going on with him?
“Yes.” The figure said smoothly. “A game of chess.” He told him. Logan stared unimpressed.
“Just because I wear glasses and a tie to school does not mean-“
“Oh Logan.” The figure cut him off with such a disappointed scoff, his voice cutting through Logan’s attempt to defend himself like a hot knife through butter. “We both know I ask only because you can see me, and I enjoy the game. Not because of some frivolous idea such as being a nerd.” He told him, checking his fingernails, though they were covered by gloves. “Not to mention you trying to correct my own game”
Logan felt his face burn in embarrassment. He hated the effect the ghost was having on him…
“I just don’t know about it now.” He told him finally, looking down to the one piece he had taken to adjust, fiddling with it. Janus sighed, clearly disappointed.
“Come on Logan…” he muttered, “It’s just a game of chess. You play in the club, do you not? Against someone such as me you’re sure to win.”
Logan sighed, he had a point… it’s just…
Possession? That couldn’t even be real… could it? How exactly would it even work? How would it feel?
“Aren’t you curious?” Janus asked him, tilting his head as he leaned lazily on the table, looking quite bored despite the proposition he’d offered. “To know how it feels?” He murmured. ”To be possessed… to have someone inside you?” He questioned him, a teasing tone that revealed his true idea of that sentence. Logan was no fool.
He was a virgin in all senses of the word. He’d only ever masturbated, and even then it was strictly to relieve himself when such an issue would arise.
Logan would be completely out of his element. Well…
Mostly out of his element.
He’d read quite a lot of… text, as he would put it.
Could the ghost even do that? Could the ghost even ins-
He shook his head, why was sex something that was suddenly so prominent in his mind? Was it really something the ghost could do? Though… he had read a story about a ghost and a man having sex… and, he had to admit he’d gotten quite hard at the thought of it when reading it…
Logan could not believe himself right now.
“Well?” Janus pushed, “Are we going to play?” He questioned, raising a brow, grinning ever so slightly. “Come on now. Tell me Logan.” He hummed, “Be a good little nerd and tell me. You’ve had a fantasy about this haven’t you? That’s why you’re so spacey…” he chuckled a bit.
“How do you know my name?” Logan’s thoughts were brought to a screeching halt as he realized the ghost called him by his name. Which he’d never even mentioned.
Janus pouted almost. “Aren’t you a fickle thing?” He sighed, waving the other off. Logan was almost offended and ready to walk out of there, getting the creeps again now that his mind wasn’t working in overdrive at the idea that this being might want to have sex with him.
“I want an answer, otherwise I’m leaving.” Logan told him. Which was true. If he didn’t explain his knowledge of his name… then he’d leave. He wasn’t about to sit around with a ghost that knew his name magically. For all he knew, if a ghost existed, then perhaps deal making demons did as well. And he wouldn’t stick around if that was the case. He didn’t know if this ‘ghost’ was even truly a ghost or not.
And he didn’t plan to let death be the reason he finds out.
“Your club members aren’t very quiet.” Janus simply stated, seeming bored that Logan had come to his senses. “While in here collecting my precious chess boards, they mentioned your name, and a rough description of you.” Logan felt a sense of relief rise in him knowing it was just that he’d heard from his friends. ”After all. You are Logan, are you not? The tall, dark haired glasses wearing person who adorns himself with a tie at all times, are you not?” Logan looked away. Perhaps he should invest in a change of character if he was so easy to describe.
“You don’t have to continue on, you know.” Logan muttered, “The start was good enough.” He told him. A hint of mischief glowed in the ghosts already glowing eyes, shining even brighter than before it seemed.
“Oh, my apologies Logan.” He said sarcastically. “Now, do we have a deal, or not?” He asked. Logan gnawed on his inner cheek for a few moments, looking at the outstretched hand in front of him with a sense of determination.
He would beat this ghost at a game. And he’d win. He was the best in the club, after all. What was some foolish ghost to him?
“Deal.” He said firmly, shaking the ghostly hand, surprised by the fact his hand was solid for only a moment, before Logan’s hand phased right through it.
Janus grinned, making sure his pieces were in the perfect spot.
“Alright. Then… white goes first.” Logan nodded at that, staying quiet as he moved his first piece.
“Pawn, e6” Logan said as he moved his piece, looking to Janus silently, waiting for him to make his move. He watched, puzzled, that he had done so so quickly.
“Haven’t they taught you anything? You don’t say pawn… you simply say the space it moved to.” Janus hummed, “For example, so your adorable little nerd brain understands. I just did c5” he told him, looking to him smugly as Logan paused to look to see what he should do now.
“Right… Knight, f3” he decided, his mind felt sluggish for some reason.
“Knight c6.” Janus responded immediately, moving his piece. Logan looked to him.
He’d made a mistake. Hadn’t he?
Janus was clearly skilled. Or at least he thought he was. With how fast he responded to Logan’s moves… he felt like he was slugging through mud, while Janus was walking freely above him.
“Bishop, b6” Logan responded carefully, looking between the board, and Janus. He couldn’t help but stare at Janus for longer though…
Not long enough, as Janus was already moving again.
“a6” Janus said, moving the pawn. “You’re slow, Logan. I thought someone like you would be five steps ahead already.”
Logan nodded, trying to snap out of his daze at his reminder. He cleared his head, well. Tried to, that is. But… he couldn’t help but stare at Janus’s hands as he expertly moved each piece. The way it flexed under the glove…
“Logan.” Janus hummed, snapping him back to reality. “Don’t tell me you’re day dreaming. Am I that boring, darling?” He grinned.
Logan couldn’t help but fumble slightly as he moved his next piece.
“Bishop, uhm. e2-“ he told him nervously, forgetting half his brain functions, how was he supposed to speak when the ghost said those sorts of things? Let alone remember the chess notations…
Janus took longer this time, his hand expertly moving between each piece, fixing each and every one of the pieces to be perfectly straight, humming. Logan couldn’t help but stare…
“Can- pardon the question… however, can you take your gloves off?” Logan inquired. Janus glanced to him.
“I’m not obligated to answer any of your questions.” He hummed simply, pausing in his movements as he looked down at his gloves. “Why do you want to know?” He asked him in return.
“Curiosity.” Logan said carefully. Janus hummed, staring for a long few moments, before carefully pulling his hand out the glove, waving it about for a few moments.
“Happy?” He asked him. Logan swallowed thickly, staring at him for a long few moments, and more importantly, his hand.
“Ah- yes- thank you for indulging me.” He mumbled weakly as he watched Janus move a piece.
“e2.” Janus told him, carefully sliding the piece, before leaning on his hand as his eyes seemed to examine Logan. Logan felt naked under Janus’s newfound gaze, and felt like every piece of him was being stripped away…
“Logan~” Janus purred. “You’re drooling, darling.” Logan jumped, wiping at his lips anxiously, moving his piece without a comment, which made Janus chuckle. “Don’t forget to say it.” He told him. Logan took a deep intake of air, nodding.
“Knight, c3” he told him anxiously, a pit forming in his stomach but… it wasn’t anxiety it felt… different.
“Knight f6” Janus responded as if it was the easiest thing to do.
“Bishop c4”
“Bishop e7” Janus smirked, looking at Logan the entire time despite Logan keeping his eyes glued to the board, to the pieces. Stay focused. He told himself.
“Knight g5”
“d5”
“Pawn takes pawn at d5.” Logan said proudly, looking up at Janus, Janus simply shrugged with a hum.
“Good job Logan.” He said in a teasing tone, making Logan pause slightly. “Knight d4” he told him as he moved.
Logan cleared his throat as he moved his pawn to d6, noticing how Janus said simply nothing at the fact Logan had lost his words.
“Bishop takes pawn at d6.” Janus hummed, “thank you for giving me such an easy take.” He said, looking albeit too confident for Logan.
“Knight takes pawn at f7” He responded, watching Janus pause for only a moment, seemingly taken aback by his move as if it hadn’t been obvious.
“Check.” Janus said simply, having moved his knight to c2, taking Logan’s pawn and putting him in check.
Logan paused. Already…? He cleared his throat, looking for a few moments. “Queen… takes knight, c2.” He told him, nervous now. Logan hadn’t even gotten a check yet…
“Queen b6” he replied easily, looking at Logan, “Nervous?” He asked, tilting his head with a teasingly smug smile. “Come now Logan… no reason to be so scared. I’m not going to hurt you.” Logan blushed a bit, clearing his throat, swallowing thickly soon after.
“Knight takes at N6” he told him, his voice barely above a whisper. Janus simply hummed.
“Not answering me? How mean…” he huffed a little, humming as he moved his bishop with seemingly no hesitation to e7.
“I’m not scared. Or nervous-“ he said quietly, barely a whisper. “Knight f7” Logan said, clearly a bit nervous about the fact he was definitely losing right now. He had to take back control…
“Queen c7” Janus said simply, looking at him, his eyes dragging over Logan’s face, memorizing it silently. Logan felt himself shift in his seat, taking deep breaths.
Logan didn’t know where the time went. The last few moves a blur to him, that was until he heard the final word.
“Checkmate.” Janus said coolly, a smug look clear to anyone one, especially Logan who was swallowing thickly, shifting in his seat, nervous about it all.
“Ah- I- uh.” He bit his lip, fixing his glasses as he stared at the board where he was, in fact, checkmated. Janus hummed, standing, his cane clicking as he got up and moved toward Logan.
“I believe I’ve won our deal?” He questioned him, tilting his head silently. “Isn’t that right, Logan?” He questioned, leaning close to Logan’s face, which was a bright red, his eyes darting from Janus’s close face, then away.
“I suppose so, yes…” Staring Janus down after a moment of silence. “Are… are you going to hurt me?” He asked. Janus only chuckled at that.
“Hurt you darling? Why would I do that when you’re a perfectly able plaything?” He questioned him, tilting his head as he smiled. Logan felt his knees weaken, and he thanked whatever god there was that he was sitting, otherwise he may have collapsed.
“I… what am I supposed to call you? You never gave me your name.” Janus seemed surprised at that, humming as he pulled away from Logan’s face or think about it briefly, before smiling.
“A little plaything such as yourself has no use for my name. So, instead, call me Master” he grinned. Logan felt his face erupt in flames, well. More accurately, burst into a dark red blush that covered his cheeks to his ears and down his neck.
“Master-?” Logan tested the word out on his tongue, which only served Janus’s confidence. Janus hummed in approval.
“Good boy.” He said simply, loving the way Logan couldn’t help but shift in his seat. “Now. I do believe our deal was for me to possess you. No?” he questioned, leaning over Logan with the help of his cane.
Logan only nodded nervously. He was… worried, to say the very least. What if the ghost ended up hurting him…?
“Oh come on now… you look so worried- and for what? I wouldn’t hurt my playthings.” He told him. Logan was still worried. He couldn’t just… trust the thing.
“How… how do you- uh. You know- possess me-“ Logan whispered, looking down. Janus rose a brow, smiling.
“Is it eating you up that badly?” He murmured, leaning close to him. “Scared? Excited?” He whispered. “Tell me darling.”
Logan stared at the ground, taking a deep breath. “You aren’t real.” He said simply. That shocked Janus to say the least.
“Pardon?” He questioned, gasping slightly with a hand to his chest as he pulled away. “How could you say such a thing! I’m just as real as-“
“You’re- a figment of my imagination.” Logan’s mind was catching up to him. He had come to the realization it had to be fake. It had to be an imagination. Maybe he’d fallen asleep? He hadn’t a clue…
Janus grew a look of… discontent, and seemingly resigned himself to watching Logan have his crisis. “Logan.” His voice seemingly ran through Logan’s head, making him dizzy for a moment. “You don’t break a deal with a ghost.” He said, clearly irritated at him, watching Logan as he crumbled into himself, holding his head with an agonized cry.
“What’re you doing!?” He cried, his head spinning, making him want to puke as Janus’s words spun through his head, echoing over and over again.
“Teaching you a lesson.” He snapped, his cane thudding against the ground loudly. “Now are you going to let me do as I please or not?” He asked, watching as Logan gripped his hair, seemingly willing to pull it out if it would stop the pain.
Logan cried out once again. “Master- fix it please!” He cried, reaching for Janus desperate to rid of the ringing and echoing in his head. Janus grinned as he grabbed Logan’s hand, phasing through him for only a moment, before Logan felt like his body was burning from the inside out.
He went to cry once more… only to find the fact he couldn’t even speak, or move, for that matter.
What…
He watched as his hand moved on its own, flexing for a few moments, before he heard a soft chuckle in his head, before a voice spoke.
“Well… isn’t this fun? It’s been years since I’ve gotten to play with a human like this.” Logan felt himself freeze. Well, he would have if he could control his body…
He couldn’t move. He couldn’t open his mouth, he couldn’t do anything. He felt a panic set in as he realized he was completely under control of this ghost…
“Don’t panic, dear.” He felt himself speak, chuckling, even. “It won’t be like this for long after all!” The voice of the ghost then said in his mind. Logan still felt panicked, and like he couldn’t even breath.
Oh
He couldn’t breathe. Janus wasn’t letting him breathe.
In a moment of panic, he felt his head grow dizzy, his vision spotting as he was deprived more and more of oxygen, before his body was taking a breath, and a cold, but seemingly worried laugh rung through the empty library.
“Oh dear.” He heard himself say. “I’d forgotten you need to breathe…” Logan wanted to get out of this… “Well- that won’t do.” He found himself saying, but it wasn’t him.
“You’ll be a good boy. Won’t you Logan?” He heard Janus’s voice in his head once again, making his head reel. “Of course you will- I can feel it. Your mind… bending to please, bending to my will, my wants.” He said simply, sighing fondly.
Logan was confused as he relaxed, realizing he was once again in control… well. Mostly- he could breathe. Blink, move even. He could do everything… except move his legs, and his right hand.
“What’ve you done-?” Logan asked in a soft panic, a sense of relaxation washing over him again as he worked himself up again, only to relax.
“Oh nothing! I gave you back most of your control. That’s all… now, I’ll be doing what I won.” Janus hummed simply. Logan watched as his own hand; though not in his control; moved on its own, running over his shoulder, down his chest, and to his pants, squeezing right over his crotch.
He jumped with a moan at the sudden please it gave, his left hand clutching to the chair.
“F-Fuck- don’t- don’t do that-! I didn’t agree to this!” Logan said quickly, only to hear a cocky laugh in return.
“You agreed to my rules… did you not?” Janus’s voice said with a lull, he could imagine his eyes, half shut with a cocky grin, watching his every move, facial expression, and his rapid breath with rapt attention, masked under sheer curiosity, and confidence.
“I- I suppose I did but-“
“Then you’ll be fine doing as I please. Besides…” Logan watched once again as his hand squeezed at his cock, a gasp turning to moan, his body betraying him consistently each time it was given pleasure.
But… it made sense. For someone such as Logan- masturbation wasn’t exactly something he did often… he saw no real point- but this? This was just…
He gasped as his- No. Janus’s hand- pressed down on his cock again, the heel of his hand driving into his crotch, pressing in such a painfully pleasant way.
“Master-“ he moaned instinctively, he felt like he wasn’t in control of his speech once again but… he couldn’t feel that same pressure, as he did when Janus was forcing him-
That’s when he realized that Janus’s voice in his mind didn’t cause his head to spin anymore. A sense of relief came over him, before he heard his voice again.
“Oh?” He heard him laugh. “Are you that happy to obey? To stick to the rules I’ve given you already?” He hummed. Rules…?
Before he could speak, Janus was talking once again. “While you’ve been distracted being pleased by your oh so willing master… I’ve been setting your simple little mind up. Telling it how to feel… how to think- even!” He laughed, his hand coming back up, dragging over Logan’s stomach, before coming to his face, caressing his cheek silently, before his thumb was pressed into his mouth.
Logan wished to close his eyes, melt into these feelings, but he found himself unable to break his gaze from his pleasure. He found himself drooling around Janus’s thumb, falling apart with just his hand. He couldn’t help it. Everything just felt so pleasurable, it all set his body on fire, making him simply melt.
“Are you going to let all the drool go all over you?” Janus’s voice asked, snapping him back to the present. “Suck- get it off my fingers like a good pet. Would you?” Logan whined quietly, hesitantly doing as he was told, soft praise running through his mind as soon as he did so.
He watched silently as his other hand- controlled by Janus now he assumed, started carefully undoing his belt, sending a soft jolt of panic through him, before he was instantly calmed.
“Calm down… it’s simply a reward for your hard work. Aren’t I such a nice master?” Janus asked him. Logan only nodded, flinching as another finger pressed into his mouth, his cock straining painfully against his tight pants.
He watched as his belt was undone before his pants were pulled from his legs, being left only in his boxers now. He moaned softly around the fingers, his cock no longer pressing against such tight pants. He barely even noticed the cold air of the library flush over him, too focused on the task he was given- sucking on Janus’s fingers…
Logan only jolted when his hand started to stroke his cock, his finger pressing against the tip, smearing pre across himself. Unable to do anything but moan, and melt into the chair, that’s exactly what he did. His eyes fluttered shut for only a moment as he whined lowly around Janus’s fingers, hips bucking into the contact.
“So needy… so close already too…” Janus hummed, seemingly… disappointed. But nevertheless, that didn’t stop him. In fact it seemed to only edge him on. Logan moaned, dropping the fingers in his mouth that he realized he had control over, gripping the chair.
“M-Master-“ he begged, coming to the unfortunate realization he couldn’t come. “Master please- I- I need-“
Janus hummed, “Such an intelligent person… reduced to this?” He chuckled, “How interesting…” he muttered, quickening his stroking. “Go on then… come, my little pet.”
Logan didn’t think twice about that, coming across Janus’s hand, and thus, his shirt as well, without much notice.
Logan felt strange a moment later. Almost like a coldness was being drawn from his body, phasing through him, before disappearing a moment later.
As he blinked, realizing he had full control over his body, and his mind feeling less fuzzy by the second. He glanced about, frowning.
“Master…?” He whispered, glancing about worriedly.
“So worried about a ghost like me?” He teased, leaning over his cane to stare at Logan curiously, looking at his drool ridden lips, his cum stained shirt and hand, grinning a little at the mess he’d made of him.
Logan looked up at him with dazed eyes, blinking it away, blushing a deep red. “Ah- I-“
Janus only hushed him, shaking his head with a grin. “Hush, my little plaything.” He hummed simply, standing up straight. “You need to clean yourself up… there’s tissues on the table.” He told him, watching intently.
Logan frowned, a question on his lips.
“I can’t interact with the living, my dear.” Janus told him, an almost sad tone to his voice. Logan stared as he did as he was told, carefully cleaning himself up.
“You aren’t… going to leave now. Are you?” He muttered, frowning. Janus rose a brow.
“Why would I? I believe there’s another round of chess in our future after all.” He hummed. Logan stared for a moment, blushing as his cock twitched in excitement, clear to them both.
“I… believe so- yes-“ Logan agreed, quickly pulling his boxers and pants back on, even though the both of them knew they’d be gone once more soon enough.
And… well. The next day when his club mates asked if he believed them yet. He couldn’t help but blush, and agree with them.
The library was indeed haunted, just… not in the way they believed.
And if it kept them out of there, then- well. He wouldn’t mind more alone time with the ghost.
Virgil gasped as he sat up straight. He woke up from whatever nightmare he had just went through. "Holy shit- That was intense."
However, Virgil then took in his new surroundings, which were unfamiliar to him. He was in a bedroom with seven small beds, and was currently sitting on several of them. "You've gotta be kidding me."
Virgil quickly got up, taking this time to look at the new outfit he was wearing. Thankfully, it seemed to be tailored to him perfectly, and it was quite comfortable. He was wearing a loose fitting purple and black plaid shirt with some ties hanging down from the collar. He also wore a pair of black wool pants with a pair of brown leather boots.
"Where the hell am I?" He asked himself, wondering out loud. He made his way down a spiral staircase, seeing he was, indeed, in a small cottage. A dirty cottage, as a matter of fact.
"Am I in a Disney movie or something?" Virgil asked himself, narrowing his eyes around the small room that was in front of him.
"You sure are!~" A familiar voice said from behind Virgil.
Virgil quickly turned around, his eyes widening as he saw the orange eyed creature from earlier. "You! What is... Where am I?!"
The creature laughs, snapping it's fingers. A cloud of orange surrounds the figure, covering them up completely. A male, who looked similar to Thomas and all the other sides, walked out of the orange cloud. The orange, glowing eyes helped Virgil realize that this was the creature, just in an actual human form.
"I told you I had something fun planned for you~" The person chuckled, smirking down at Virgil. "Yes, you are in a Disney movie. Snow White, just to be exact."
"Figures," Virgil mumbled with an eyeroll. "Why the fuck am I here? Where are the others? Are they here too??"
"They're in their own movies, dummy," the person chuckled, grinning at Virgil, who growled in response. "The only way you can end this is to make sure you have yourself a happy ending."
"Well that's easy enough. It's Disney. Pretty much every Disney movie had a happy ending," Virgil narrows his eyes.
"These won't," the person smirked. "Unless you can change the outcome of this story, they all will become terrifying, gruesome, and quite dangerous. You might die~"
Virgil's eyes widened at that, and he took a step back. "What...? What do you mean...?"
"Oh relax!~ I'm sure you can do it," he said, sarcastically. He chuckled, turning on his heels as he began to leave the cottage.
"Wait!" Virgil shouted. He watched the figure turn back to him with a grin. "What's your name..?"
"The Dream Keeper," the man smirked, disappearing soon after he came. A cloud of orange smoke was left in his place.
Virgil stares at the cloud for a second, before immediately beginning to pace around the room. "This can't be happening. Fuck! I need to contact the others. This is so bad."
Virgil peeks out the window of the cottage, not seeing anyone around. He quickly walks out of the cottage, making his way into the woods.
If I can get to the Evil Queen's castle somehow, maybe I can contact the others through the Magic Mirror? That's my only hope right now...
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Janus groaned as he woke up, shivering from the cool air covering and surrounding him. He frowned, seeing the floor was hard concrete. "This isn't my bathroom- Where's my wine?! God dammit."
He sat up, eyes widening when he saw iron bars in front of him. He was in a prison cell. "The hell is this?"
Standing up, he looks past the iron bars. A long hallway lit with candelabras could be seen within his view. He saw a candlestick hopping down the hallway, towards him. "Ah. Beauty and The Beast," he muttered to himself with a long eyeroll.
"So you figured it out. Good job," the Dream Keeper said in the corner of the cell, smirking at Janus.
Janus glared at him with an eyeroll. "Oh please. Do you take me for a moron? I'm not Roman, Jesus Christ."
The Dream Keeper only chuckled, brushing some of the red hair out of his face. "I hope you enjoy your stay with your Beast~ He's quite...feral at the moment."
"Whatever. I know your game here, you aren't fooling anybody," Janus says with a scoff. "I just play by how the movie goes, and then I'm free. Correct?"
"Not quite," The Dream Keeper laughed darkly. "I have a plan. But I'm not going to tell you that plan."
"You're no fun," Janus said calmly, checking his nails behind a gloved hand.
"You'll see how fun I am when the Beast comes back, planning to make you never leave this castle," The Dream Keeper smirked, disappearing into a cloud of orange smoke.
Janus coughed when he breathed in some of the smoke, using his hand to try and clear the air.
A tiny knock on the cell caught Janus's attention.
"Psst! Monsieur!" A small voice said on the other side of the cell.
Janus looked down, seeing the candle stick looking up at him. Janus sighed, crouching down to him. "Hello there."
The candle stick looked surprised. "You are not...afraid of seeing a talking candle stick...?"
"Nothing scares me anymore."
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Remus sat up, frowning when he felt sand underneath him. "Did I drown again?" He asked himself, seeing that he was also underwater.
He was in a type of cave, and each cubby held different trinkets and treasures.
Remus looked down at himself and gasped when he realized he had a green mermaid tail.
"SHIT!" Remus exclaimed in terror. "Now I can't fuck anything anymore, gosh darn it."
Remus shrugged, swimming around the treasure cove he was in, examining each of the treasures that had been collected. "I'm definitely in The Little Mermaid right now."
"At least you and Janus were able to figure out your movies," The Dream Keeper chuckled, appearing across from Remus, wearing scuba gear.
Remus just grinned, looking The Dream Keeper up and down.
The Dream Keeper narrowed his eyes. "What are you looking at...?"
"I'm trying to figure out how I can fuck you when I'm half fish."
"WH- ew- no that's...disgusting," The Dream Keeper said, but quickly cleared his throat and regained his composure. Your friends are in different Disney movies, and you'll all have to figure out how to escape~ Good luck!-"
"My only friend is Janus, sooooooo...."
"SHUT. UP." The Dream Keeper inhales deeply. "Thank God you won't have a voice later-"
"Yeah, it'll be gone from screaming your name all night~" Remus grinned.
The Dream Keeper sighed, disappearing from the scene, leaving a cloud of smoke in his trail.
Remus snickered to himself, but the grin faded when he looked down. "Hopefully everyone's okay.."
Some Logan angst ig? I know it’s out of character for Remus to do something like this, but I just like to think that Remus comforted Logan the best he could after WTIT
Hi! Sorry I havent posted in a while, i've been really busy with uni work and before that I was busy with commissions, of which I still need to do, but drawing this was self care
I wanted to draw Mad Hatter Logan again bc I love him so so much, and I'm hoping to draw Patton as Alice at some point
Mad Hatter Logan suffers from mercury poisoning as do all renditions of the Mad Hatter, which is why he has such severe hand tremors
