#doric imagine

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Doric: I’m not in love with Y/N

Holga: denial only hurts you. Tell them.

Doric: wow that was actually-

Holga: so throw Y/N over your shoulder and take them home. Make them yours.

Y/N walks in…

Y/N: make who theirs?

Holga:

Doric blushes…

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Hello! I saw you were doing dnd :) Could I get doric with an S/O who is a wood elf sorcerer who knows some forbidden magic?

i would've had this to you sooner but i've been knocked out with a nasty cold since friday ;-;

anyway -- imo blood magic seems to have pretty reasonable grounds for being forbidden, and i couldn't find anything else strictly classed as such. i hope it works for you that i went with this

now i may be mistaken here, but i believe the sorcerer's subclass of blood magic focuses on using the caster’s own blood. i've written this as such so if that triggers anyone please be warned

Doric x gn!Reader - wood elf sorcerer who uses forbidden blood magic

• A generational gift carried in your veins, your magic comes naturally to you. Despite its status in society, whether you're proud of your lineage or you hate it, you don't live up to the stereotype.

• In your own ways, you and Doric are quite similar.

• You share an appreciation of nature due to your elven roots, working together to protect it by any means necessary.

• Also, as a tiefling she's accustomed to being viewed as inherently wrong, as a hated principle of evil instead of a complex person disconnected from the wrongdoings of her origin.

• So, Doric has never minded the nature of your magic. She knows what it's like to have a bias held against her, and she knows that it's unjust.

• The only thing Doric can worry about is how you activate your magic;

• She traces the scars of your tapped power, kissing each with more care than you show your own skin.

• Every time you boost spells, Doric ensures you receive the best healing she can get you in the lull after battle. Though your magic demands it, she won't let it hurt more than necessary.

• Blood magic is viewed as the worst taboo imaginable, but Doric has been called horrific before. You don't hurt innocents; that's all that matters to her.

i sorta Went Off so if you'd like a more narrative-based alternative, it's here for you:

• Your family had fostered blood magic for generations, now passing on their proficiency on to their heir: you.

• At least, until your home burnt to ashes alongside the rest of your elven village in a wildfire.

• The Emerald Enclave -- protectors of your forest -- had come to aid (too late to save more than lives).

• You drained your blood's vitality trying to fight the fire, blacking out in the thick smoke. Fatefully, Doric was the one to rescue you.

• While the rest of your village rebuilt what was lost, you found a place amongst the Enclave and beside Doric.

• Her discovery of your unorthodox magic happens rather brashly.

• (Somehow, the conversation of your specialty had ended at 'sorcerer'. Besides that, you know a perfectly normal repertoire of spells.)

• Your first mission together -- without a second thought you spill blood from the palm of your hand, swift slice of your dagger carried out in half a moment.

• The strength that floods you is immediate, your next spell on the tip of your tongue to unleash it.

• Doric tackles you aside before you can cast, golden light rising in her fingertips, blue eyes wide and afraid for you.

• It's an enlightening trek home, explaining your abilities.

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Doric and her tiefling girlfriend are are finally moving in together?

Doric carries in a few boxes of her belongings…

Y/N walks in with just a suitcase…

Doric: where’s the rest, baby?

Y/N: the most precious thing to me is right here

Y/N hugs Doric tightly…

Doric: Aww. Edgin stole the rest didn’t he?

Y/N: oh yeah

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Holga: you're in love with Y/N

Doric: I am not!

Y/N walks up and hands Doric a red rose...

Y/N: I saw this rose and it reminded me of your hair

Doric: t-thank you

Her tail flickers back and forth happily. Holga smirk...

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Y/N and Doric continue making out as fireworks explode in the skies above...

Y/N: some fireworks, huh?

Doric: mmm? we've haven't been watching them

Y/N: i was talking about you

Doric lightly punches Y/N on the chest...

Doric: (giggles) shut up

She pulls Y/N into another kiss...

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Could you do a Doric x Robin Hood reader?

Y/N and Doric walk into a nearby village...

They distribute money to the poor and elderly...

Doric: good job, you thief

Y/N: you're gonna have to be more specific. I'm a thief to a lot of things.

Doric: i'm just saying you did good today

Y/N: it wasn't exactly what I was hoping to steal. I was aiming for your heart.

Doric: (blushes) shut up

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Doric: so you make plans that fail?

Edgin: that’s not what I do

Y/N: my plans always succeed

Edgin: oh really? What plan?

Y/N: to spend each day with a beautiful red haired tiefling

Doric: (blushes) shut up

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Doric x gn!Reader - helping when her arm is strained from an injury

Simon's healing spell had been lacking. Healing wasn't his strongest suit, and his strongest suit was questionable at best. Time would be the best nurse.

Regardless, Doric was impatient. She despised her own crippling weakness, and tried to ignore its existence. Unfortunately, her injury was very real, insistent, and certainly not ignoring her.

Her most pressing issue as of now, Doric was annoyed she hadn't been able to wash her hair, something she took great care to maintain. An incapacitated arm would not stop her -- other simple tasks may have been difficult, but she had triumphed over those as well.

Slipping out of your shared room in the tavern, Doric set out to find the washroom, intent on addressing her needs herself despite the party's offers.

Your dreams had been restless, your sleep light. Having awoken to creaking bed springs, in the semi-darkness you watched Doric's silhouette creep into the hallway, the door's latch falling softly.

After a beat, you rose from your own bed. You couldn't help but feel protective when Doric was this vulnerable. It didn't help that recently she'd made a habit of only hurting herself further in her insistence to act unhindered.

Feeling your way along the wall as your eyes adjusted to the low light of the hallway, you followed Doric's track. She was easy enough to locate, a significant indicator of her presence that of candelight spilling from beneath a closed door.

Armour discarded for the sake of comfortable rest, Doric's tunic was folded by the side of the sink, leaving the druid in only her bindings. It must've hurt to wriggle out of her tunic, if her quiet attempts to shed her armour earlier that night were any indication.

Copper hair darkened and slick, rivulets of water weaved between the map of freckles across her pale shoulders. Her horns gleamed in the glow of a single candle's flickering flame, and the dark pupils of her eyes were blown wide; cobalt almost sapphire.

Leaning on the door frame, you regarded her. She didn't seem bothered to be shirtless in front of you, so you didn't make a thing of it.

"You're being foolish."

Doric rolled her eyes and scoffed. "It's a simple task."

You hummed. "Maybe so, but it's one you can't do yourself right now." Taking a step closer, you eased the door closed behind you. "You're halfway there already, so just let me help."

"If I'm halfway there then let me finish." Doric retorted, dismissing you by facing the basin.

Alas, the next stretch of her task was easily the most difficult. Doric eyed the soap bar, then turned back to you.

"You'll tell no one about this."

"Fine by me," you said, cracking a smile.

Sitting on a three-legged stool, Doric leaned back over the basin, bracing her arms on either side of the table. This was your wordless permission to begin. Every muscle in Doric's body was tense, and she glared fixedly at the splintered ceiling as you walked over.

Lathering soap onto your hands first, you started at her temples; massaging in little circles with your fingertips. This carried you down to the nape of her neck, and thus to the ends of her hair, which led you back up to her roots. Doric's eyes fluttered.

Working around her horns was simple enough, though the thought crossed your mind to ask if they needed maintenance as well; oil, or whatever else? Ultimately, you decided not to overstep your welcome and leave her care to herself. There would be another time.

In no time at all -- or a good hour later, neither of you knew -- all that remained was to wash out the soap with clean water. Shielding her eyes with one hand, you worked through Doric's hair until confident it was free of suds. Then, allowing the druid to lift her head at long last, you dragged another stool over, having aquired a towel.

Despite not being of the finest quality, the towel did its job well enough. Minutes ticked by as you made every laborious effort, Doric growing fonder of your care with every second. At the cost of your time, a simple task had been made simple again.

Carefully dried now, Doric's hair was crazily soft. Doric seemed content with your attention now, as she had no complaints when you picked up the horsehair brush leaning against the basin, a low steady purr rumbling in her throat instead.

Carding your fingers through her hair a final time, a grand opportunity had been presented to you. Sparing a few extra seconds, your fingers worked nimbly to weave a small braid just behind her ear. Unnoticed by the extremely relaxed tiefling, you tied it off with a strand of your own hair, enjoying how your shade complemented hers.

Delusions kept private, you shook Doric awake -- the late hour and calming ministrations had allowed her to drift into a much-needed rest. Her jaw cracked with a yawn as you helped her get her tunic over her shoulders. Asleep on her feet, you guided her back down the hallway by the light of the candle.

"Thanks," Doric spared a moment to murmur before dropping onto her bed, injured arm out at an angle.

"My pleasure," you whispered back amidst her gentle snores.

Blowing out the candle, you climbed into your own covers, wide awake, heart hammering. You brought your hands up to your burning cheeks, closing your eyes tightly.

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could you please do a doric x femreader where they find out that doric is magically pregnant but doric is worred the reader will be mad bc a) magic baby sounds made up and b) the baby is basically “doomed” to be a teifling

Y/N: you’re pregnant?

Doric: Via magic. I know a magic baby. It sounds stupid and our baby is doomed to be a tiefling and-

Y/N hugs her tight and kisses Doric over and over…

Doric: (giggles) you’re not mad?

Y/N: why would I be mad at the most amazing girl in the world? The one who’s blessed me with a tiefling baby!

Doric: I love you

Y/N: I love you, horns and all

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Doric x Bard Male Reader?

Y/N walks up to Doric, strumming his lute…

Y/N: 🎵 there once was a tiefling so smart and so fine 🎵

Doric blushes

Y/N: 🎵 I hope she’ll kiss me and one day be mine 🎵

Doric: I just might. But you must undergo a quest for me

Y/N: name it my love and it is done

Doric: best Ed in a duel of songs. a rather easy quest.

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Yandere Doric the Druid

Y/N pushes Doric against the wall and holds the tiefling’s hands above her head…

Doric: (giggles) this is new. usually I’m holding your hands above you

Y/N slams their lips into hers…

Doric’s tail wraps around Y/N’s waist…

Doric: (growls) you may be in charge but I’m still in control

Y/N: yes my beloved

Doric giggles as the two continue kissing

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Y/N wakes up, bandaged and bloodied. Doric sleeps by their side...

Y/N: D-Doric?

Doric wakes up and punches Y/N in the arm...

Doric: you idiot!! I could've lost you!!!

Y/N: well I could've lost you!!!

Doric: i swear if you died, I would've used the Tablet to bring you back and then kill you again!!

Doric buries her face in Y/N's chest, crying and softly beating their chest...

Doric: (murmur) I love you

Y/N: I love you too.