TW: Swearing and fire

So, there was one question he never thought of when he decided to rub the lamp...

How do you expect to get out of the lamp you just trapped yourself in?

Honestly, Janus had no idea.

The lamp was cool, unlike the blazing inferno outside, and the blackness was definitely easier on the eyes compared to an entire building on fire.

Okay, so, now what? He had rubbed the lamp and he had gotten stuck in it. The half-genie swam through the air to place his hands on the cold wall, pressing his ear against it. He could hear screaming, crying and Remus. Janus pursed his lips and glared at nothing. It was more like he was trying to glare at himself, as if the black barrier of this void could somehow reflect him. How he wished it would-

Janus threw himself back from the wall with a screech and his reflection did too, mouth opening soundlessly as it mimicked him.

"Jan?" Remus's' voice asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah!" His voice cracked a little. "I've just managed to do something. I'm fine."

The lamp got scooped up and you could hear the concern as Remus said, "Should I get you out?"

"No," Janus wafted from side to side, eyeing his reflection like as he did. "I think I've gotten what I came here for."

"What was that? The loophole thing you were talking about?"

Janus's' smile was breathless as he touched his fingers lightly against the wall, meeting his reflection. "Yep," He whispered. "I can grant my own wishes..."

.:*:.

Here's another question for you.

What does Roman do when the boy he may or may not think is cute has shifted into a dragon because he's being mind-controlled by his mother?

Well, long story short, he attempts to ride the dragon.

No, Logan didn't see what it would actually achieve either. Maybe death? Did Roman want to die? Hopefully, he didn't want to die and this was one of his stupid plans that will just result in minor injuries. But, that wasn't the top thing on Logan's' mind on the moment. Patton had just ran, choking out of the blazing forest, and Logan couldn't think of anyone else.

He ran blindly past Remus holding a golden lamp and rushed to his friend desperately, grabbing his wrists and pulling him away from the inferno desperately, stumbling and dragging them both further away from the suffocating smoke.

"Are you okay?!" Logan asked, almost in tears as he held Patton tightly.

"I'm alive and that's something, right?"

A smile cracked onto Logan's' face and the tears rolled freely as he hugged Patton tighter, never wanting to let go. Patton was surprised that he wasn't getting lectured for how stupid that was. That Logan wasn't angry, even if the anger came from fear. His friend just held him as tight as he could, crying, because he was so happy that Patton was alive.

Patton was happy that he was alive, too, of course. Even if he had nearly passed out in the forest on his way back.

Then, in the rush of the moment, with the adrenaline still fresh in his veins and his heart pounding, Patton wormed out of Logan's' grasp. The prince quickly took hold of the taller's' face and brought him down to a kiss. And Logan was happy to let him.

It was short, rushed and a little messy, but sparks still jumped in their blood when their lips connected and the electric pulse filled every ounce of them with static fire. But Patton let it end almost as suddenly as it began.

"Where's Roman?" He asked, realising there wasn't any annoying commentary about future weddings between the two princes.

Logan paled and twisted to look over to where Maleficent and Virgil were. "Oh, shit."

.:*:.

Roman was going to go straight for the dragon. That was his plan. Yeah, it wasn't a good one, but he suddenly found that improvising on a theatre stage is a whole lot harder than improvising in the middle of a dragon attack. Well, technically, it wasn't a dragon attacking, it was Virgil in the form of a dragon. And it also wasn't really Virgil attacking, it was more like he was being used as the weapon but it was really all Maleficent. Okay, too many specifics and not the right time.

The prince was moving carefully up to Virgil's' large foot and he swallowed nervously as he saw those talons tearing through the earth like it was nothing. Probably be best if he avoided those.

Roman approached carefully and put one foot up on a claw and then pushed himself up high, wrapping around Virgil's' ankle in the same way a koala would cling to a tree, just a little less cute and more like, 'holy fuck, is he going to die or not?'.

Instantly, dragon-Virgil started roaring and it made his ears want to bleed. The roar echoed in his skull, it shook his skeleton and it made the ground shake. Then his plan failed because a fat hand grabbed him and yanked him off the dragon's' ankle.

Ursula dragged Roman before Maleficent and held him in place, a pair of tentacles taking hold of his ankles and she held his wrists behind his back.

"Cinderella's' boy, right?" Maleficent asked, gliding over to him, like a ghost. "Yes, I remember you... You were very helpful. And you were such a pretty boy?"

Roman's' heart stopped. "Were?" He echoed.

Maleficent's' smile was cold and filled with sadistic delight. "Yes, 'were'. See," She gently pressed her fingertips together, smirking. "I'm not entirely sure what you were planning to do, but it was probably going to get in my way. Ursula, hold him still."

Ursula nodded. "Yes, Maleficent." And her grip tightened painfully.

The sorceress turned to look up at Virgil. "Kill him," She ordered.

Dragon-Virgil looked down at Roman and the prince searched in those big, purple eyes for some flecks of serpent green.

"Kill him?" Ursula spluttered. "But-! I'm right behind him!"

"Sacrifices, my dear Ursula." Maleficent shrugged indifferently. "You don't really do much without your potions. Besides," Thorns shut up from the floor to hold the sea witch in place. "You're not getting much of a choice with this one. Virgil, fire!"

But the dragon was shaking his head slowly, looking down at Roman. His eyes were faltering and flickering between the two polar colours. Roman stared up at Virgil pleadingly, a blossom of victory being born in his chest. He wasn't going to die... He wasn't going to die! He wasn't-!

Maleficent balled her fists and glared up at her son, making the colours fix back to the glowing purple. Virgil sucked in a breath obediently and let out a jet of fire.

He failed.