#hisirdoux x y/n

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty four: Secrets Are No Fun (24/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n apologies to her friends and talks about the past.

Word count: 2799

Warnings: mention of y/n having a long braid in the past, you can ignore it

(Season 3 Episode 9 )

Song?: Cool about it by boygenius

Spanish bonus track: Mi viejo by Piero

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Y/n twisted and turned in her bed. Her mattress turned to stone for the night making her back ache in any position she put herself in. She shifted once more trying to block the light that was starting to come in through the window in vain. The sun was already rising in the distance. Her mind was fully awake, her thoughts forcing her to stay up the few hours she had to sleep.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her shoulders heavy by the lack of rest. She looked at the clock catching a glimpse of the dried up flower Douxie had given her on their first date in Arcadia.

Y/n smiled, remembering the first time the errand boy put a flower behind her ear, both hidden away behind the stables, scared to be seen. She remembers the walk back, her cheeks red as she replayed the feeling of fearless Douxie’s fingers fixing her hair after the flower was placed. She remembers all the blood abandoning her body when Morgana found her.

“Oh my” the wizard chuckled “what a beautiful hairdo” she walked back and grabbed Y/n’s long braid.

“Thank you” Y/n whispered, trying to keep walking, to end the interaction.

“Ah, ah” Morgana followed her “You look nervous”

Y/n walked faster.

“I knew it” Morgana laughed, stopping in front of her, not letting her advance any further “My little sister has a suitor” she whispered the last word. Morgana knew her mentor well and if rumors about his daughter having a suitor would reach his ears he would execute the man himself.

Y/n opened her mouth, her words dying on her throat.

Morgana's happy smile morphed into a soft one:

“I won't say anything” she put her arm around Y/n’s shoulders.

The girl looked up and gave the wizard a half smile “Thank you, sister”

Morgana nodded “Do you know what flower he gave you?” She asked.

“A forget me not?”

“Yes. Do you know what it means?” A mischievous smile on her face.

“I’m not sure” Y/n frowned.

“The forget me not has a lot of meanings: remembrance, trust, true and enduring love, faithfulness and hope for everlasting love. We can both agree in this one thing” Morgana turned, grabbing Y/n’s hands “Hisirdoux wants to be with you for a long time”

She turned her head at the door and back to the small flowers. If she leaves now without no one seeing her, she could have breakfast with Douxie and come back before her father tries to search for her himself.

She jumped off the bed ready to escape the emotions the arrival of her father had brought for a while. She quietly but quickly moved through the house doing what was necessary to get to the only person who could help her now, who could maybe understand her. Her mood changed as the sun settled in the sky, her shoulders softened as she walked down the steps.

“Where are you going, Lady Y/n?”

Y/n’s head fell down when she heard her father catching her with her hand on the doorknob.

“Don’t call me that” she turned her face to the couch where he was sitting, her face contorted in disgust. He would only call her that when he knew she was going to secretly meet up with Douxie.

“By your name?” He acted appalled

“C’mon. I'm just going to have breakfast with him” Y/n ran to Merlin’s side and kneeled by his side.

The wizard stretched his back, his bones making a sinphony for her daughter to listen.

“It’ll be quick. I swear” she pleaded.

She knew it was in vain. Her father was a stubborn man that even a thousand year long nap couldn’t change that.

“No” he relaxed.

“What?” Y/n stood up as her voice reached a peach that Merlin didn’t miss.

“I said no. Hisirdoux has his own mission and I need you here” Merlin was relaxed, if you didn’t know better you could have thought he was talking about the weather.

“I need you here” she repeated, her fists clenched “that’s it? Could you be more specific?”

“Sadly, no” Merlin stood up looking curious at the kitchen “I’m hungry. Where’s the cook?”

Y/n stood there, mouth tightly closed, observing her father opening and closing doors complaining about the lack of hospitality.

“Good morning, honey” Y/n felt Barbara's loving kiss in her head “How did you sleep?”

Y/n slowly turned her eyes to her, to her caring, loving gaze. She sighed, putting her head on her shoulder for what she feared may be the last time.

“Oh” she was surprised. She didn’t expect that kind of affection from her daughter.

“I couldn’t sleep” she whispered and looked up at Barbara’s eyes trying to muster all the honesty she could “I’m sorry for not telling the truth as soon as I knew it”

Barbara frowned for a second, confusion washed her face, but her sweet smile overcome it quickly

“It’s okay” she whispered into Y/n’s hair and kissed her head.

Y/n closed her eyes keeping the tears at bay.

“It’s not” she pulled away “Please. Let me explain” she pleaded, desperation dripping from every word “I feel like I scammed you and you…”

“Y/n, honey…this troll stuff…is weird but I don’t believe for a second you scammed me” Barbara caressed her face “I saw you grow up, I taught you to tight your shoes, I was there for your first loose tooth, learning to write, to read, your fights with your friends, making new friends, riding a bike, I was there for most of your firsts, graduations… I don’t care if you have biological parents that are wizards” Barbara took a second to absorb the absurdity of the words “say otherwise. You are my daughter”

Y/n nodded, the hot tears flooding her face

“And, if it counts, you are my first mom”

Barbara and Y/n hugged, laughing at the insane ways of the universe, how it made them walk all this way to find each other. A daughter had to wander a thousand years without a mother to find it in someone younger than her.

Jim, Claire, and Toby’s feet hit the hollow step of the stairs announcing the house that they were already awake.

Y/n and Barbara broke the hug. Y/n turned around wiping away the wetness from her face.

“Good morning!” Barbara smiled, trying to wipe away the tears from under her glasses without the kids noticing it.

“Morning’” Claire smiled.

“See, we are all up!” Merlin put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder squeezing it “And you wanted to leave”

Y/n grunted, turning around and pushing his father's hand away.

“Leave?” Toby frowned.

“Go where?” Barbara turned to Y/n.

“Doesn’t matter” gave her a half smile.

Without missing a beat, Barbara was able to put the puzzle together with the little clues she had:

“Oh. You wanted to see the boy from Benoit’s?” She smiled “He’s nice”

Y/n felt her cheeks warming up.

“Ugh” the chorus of disgusted complaints came out of Jim and Merlin, their eyes rolling at the same time.

Y/n shook the weirdness out of her body and looked at the kids standing at the foot of the stairs:

“Well, now that we are all here, well all but Blinky and Aaarrrgghh, I can talk to them later…I want to explain”

“Yeah and I want an explanation, Y/n, if that's your real name” Jim frowned.

Y/n looked down. Jim’s words were a dagger to the heart. She could see through his angry façade, he wasn’t angry, he was hurt and of course he was hurt. She was his older sister, his first friend, his protector, the person who should not betray him and yet here they were, standing in front of each other, both of their hands stained with Jim’s blood.

“Jim”

“Jim” Claire and Toby elbowed Jim in the ribs.

“Ouch” the trollhunter complained.

“Of course it is her name. I name her myself” Merlin rolled his eyes and put back his arm on Y/n’s shoulder.

“Not helping” she whispered to herself, rubbing her eyelids.

Toby looked at Claire and she nodded. The boy took a couple of step forward and said:

“Y/n, we have an open mind and we want to hear what you have to say because we love the Y/n we knew…we know” he looked back at Claire looking for help but the girl was just as lost and turned back at Y/n “I don’t know. This is confusing”

“Yeah, that’s my real name” Y/n chuckled “Why don’t we go to the kitchen and get some breakfast uh?” She points to the door of the kitchen, scared of making the first move “I can cook something…”

“Finally” Merlin celebrated and disappeared into the kitchen

“That's a great idea” Barbara smiled

“I’ll cook” Jim said, disappearing behind Merlin.

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“Mm. Fascinating” Merlin closed and opened the door of the refrigerator observing closely the changing in the light “Mm. But how do you know the light goes out when you close the door?”

Y/n put down the plate she was washing and observed her father open and close the door of the refrigerator at increasing speed:

“It has a sensor” she said as she took Merlin’s hands away from the fridge.

“A sensor?” He repeated and tried to return to the intriguing box.

“Yes” Y/n sighed, pushing him in the direction of the dining room.

“Merlin the immortal” Strickler stopped the wizards’ walk “what an honor” he bowed down.

Y/n turned to his father, Merlin seemed bored. He had no interest in Morgana’s creations. Something Y/n always had found strange was her father’s uninterest for praise, after all, he was a narcissist.

“Allow me to introduce myself. Waltolomew Stricklander. Well, Strickler for short. I’ve been mentoring the Trollhunter”

“Spare me the life story” Merlin rolled his eyes “Now and forever, changeling” he walked out, leaving Strickler on his knees.

If it was any other changeling, Y/n would feel ashamed for his father's behavior but Strickler hadn’t redeemed himself, not in Y/n’s eyes.

“Sorry” she mouthed, lifting her hands in the air, a little smile on her face. A little part of her was enjoying Strickler's embarrassment.

She followed her father's steps to the dining table where Barbara had already set the table with Jim’s omelettes. Y/n took a deep breath. There was no place to hide.

She felt her back pocket vibrate, stopping the flood of anxiety for a second. She frowned. Randy was so focused on the battle of the bands he had closed the store for the week.

Errand boy 💙:

Breakfast? 👀

She smiled. Maybe he was looking at the moon.

“Lady Y/n, may you start with your story? I haven’t eaten in centuries” Merlin was salivating at the smell of Jim’s cooking

“Ugh, what did I say?” Y/n whispered to her father as she sat down next to him.

“Metalface here was lucky I didn’t eat him back in the cave” Merlin cut a piece of the omelette and smelled it, pulling out his magnifying glass and observing the omelette under it.

“He’s joking, right?” Toby looked at Y/n, his eyes wide open and his nervous laughter as a plea.

Y/n turned her face and thought to the food she would eat back in Camelot:

“Well, I have eaten stranger things in my day” she look back to her father “Lancelot would hunt the strangest but tastiest creatures”

Merlin nodded, his eyes lost in the memory.

“I’m not really sure where to start…”Y/n looked down to her plate.

“Maybe…I don’t know…Why did you lie?” Jim said from the other side of the table.

Y/n sighed

“I didn’t lie” she looked up at Jim “I didn’t know who I was. Why would I turn myself into a child and erase my memories…and relive my life? Do all that? For what?”

“I don’t know!” He screamed.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Merlin asked, uninterested by the children's fight.

“I got into a fight with…” suddenly, she felt everyone’s eyes burning her “Al…”

Merlin lifted his brows.

“Al?!” Screamed Toby “How old is he?”

“Alfred was a gift from…” Y/n stopped again, this time was his father disapproving gaze burning her “a dear friend back in Camelot”

“So you fought with…a cat” he followed up, mouth full of food.

“He can be very argumentative” Y/n said.

Merlin nodded, already getting annoyed by just thinking of her daughter’s familiar.

“I remember leaving the house with something in my hand, the rain…” Y/n closed her eyes in an attempt of transporting her brain back to that night but all attempts were useless “a light and then, I’m being picked up by Jim’s father” she opens her eyes again, tears threatening to drip down.

“Mm” Merlin had cleaned up his plate and was analyzing the story.

“Could it be another wizard's work?” Offered Claire, her big brown eyes full of concern.

Y/n waited for a backhanded comment from his father that never came. He was more busy actually listening to what she had to say and that scared her.

“I don’t know…Ven…” she felt her throat gave out “Vendel called it both a curse and a spell”

Barbara extended her hand and grabbed Y/n’s.

“Did you talk to…Alfred?” Merlin rolled his eyes at the obvious cover.

“I tried once but he doesn’t want to talk about it”

“What a complex cat” whispered Toby.

“How long have you known you are his daughter?” Jim asked, his anger seemed to be dying down.

“Not long. After Morgana possessed Claire something clicked and I was able to put it all together. I’m still getting my memory back”

“You don’t have all your memories?” Claire asked

The trollhunter team shared a look.

“I’m sorry” said Jim

“What?” Y/n looked up. She wasn’t expecting her brother’s apology.

“I’m sorry. I thought…”

Y/n jumped through the table into Jim’s arms. She didn’t need any more words, just knowing her brother was hers again was enough. The boy returned the hug, holding his sister like she could disappear any minute.

Y/n pulled back, her face wet with tears as she looked at Jim.

“I’m sorry” She said and hugged him one last time.

“I’m sorry too” The boy happily accepted it, ignoring her best friend, her girlfriend and the legendary wizard watching them.

“I’m glad we’re all family again” Toby joined the siblings’ hug.

Y/n and Jim laughed at the boy’s antichs.

“I’m going to wash my face” Y/n pulled back, drying her face with a napkin she found on the table with a smile on her face.

On the walk to the bathroom her phone buzzed once more:

Errand boy💙:

Everything ok?

are u alive? Don’t make me send Arch!!

Y/n smiled as she closed the door. She wished Douxie could be here to help her deal with her father's craziness. If for some reason they needed to work alone Y/n was afraid to not survive her father’s quirks without Douxie.

Y/n💘🪻:

Stop the cavalry!!! I’m alive!! Just stuck on babysitting duty ily 💖

She quickly tipped and sprayed water on her face. A part of her was scared of letting Merlin alone with her other family. He had ways that the world wasn’t used to, not anymore.

As Y/n walked back she could heard her father taking to himself. She followed his father’s muttering to the garage.

“Where’s everyone?” She looked around but the garage seemed as empty as the house “How long was I in the bathroom?” She laughed.

“Long enough” Merlin said without turning around from his work on the table “Come closer. I need your magic”

Y/n frowned. What could be he be working in? He didn’t have any tool, material, let alone magical elements to do anything.

“Well? Don’t tell me you don’t have magic?” He turned to her, his eyes full of disgust.

Y/n heart skipped a beat. Her hands started to sweat. If she didn’t know better she would think her hair was twisting back into her childhood braids.

“I…” she frowned and pushed through the sticky felling “Of course I have magic. Why would you say that?” She walked to her father’s work.

“One would assume you forgot it”

The knife pierced Y/n’s chest but she was decided to not show it. She looked at her father, at his icy blue eyes without shaking.

“What do you want?”

A/n: hii!! Helloo!! Sorry for the delay but the power got cut off so many times it wasn’t even funny especially with 40C oh well 3rd world problems 🤪🤪 i hope you like family issues(?

remember to leave love letters and death threats!!💖

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Trollhunters x fem reader

Chapter 1

Word count: 2.7K

Synopsis: Girl from 12th century tries to fit in but finds herself faced with someone from the past.

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(Y/n) walks the halls of Camelot, following behind Morgana. As a cover to hide the fact that the king's sister was teaching a girl magic, (Y/n) became her hand maid.

She notices something in the corner of her eye. Turning her head towards it, she sees it was Hisirdoux, who was walking after Merlin. He was already looking at her, smiling once he notices her looking back. In his hands were a stack of books, most likely belonging to Merlin.

The (h/c) haired girl sends him a closed eyes smile. Hisirdoux seemed too distracted as he crashes into one of the empty suits of armor. He falls onto his butt, books scattered on the ground. Merlin had heard the commotion and turns around, letting out a sigh at the scene.

(Y/n) couldn't help but chuckle, finding his actions adorable. Her and Morgana walk off to Morgana's room to practice magic.

Hisirdoux lets out a heartfelt sigh as his eyes softend, he watched as the girl and her mentor walk out of sight. He was zoning out Merlin's scolding, still laying on the ground.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"So tell me, how you sleeping easy. Why you a–"

I let out an puff of air as I slam my hand down on my alarm. Opening my eyes, I was met with the usual empty ceiling.

It's been a week or two since I was enrolled into Arcadia Oak High. No sign of my spellbook, I hope it didn't get destroyed. I tried to replicate the spell, but nothing works.

The worst thing is my mind taunting me with memories from before I fell through. I miss Hisirdoux, I miss Morgana and I only miss Merlin a little, he was a jerk.

I have been trying to adjust to the 21st century, it's a bit of a challenge. I must say that pens are so amazing, way beter than quills. You don't have to dip it in ink every second and use it with a single click of a button.

Currently I am sitting in class, history from Mr. Strickler. I sit next to Claire like always. I blankly at the computer screen as I listen to Mr Strickler explain the Peloponnesian War.

Feeling someone's eyes bore into me, I turn my head to see who it was. It was Jim, who seemed love-struck. I assume he was staring at Claire, considering he would usually short circuit around her.

Mr. Strickler seem to notice aswell. He walks to stand on the boy's side, who was too distracted to notice him. "Jim! Would you agree? With Herodotus' opinion on his tactics of war, as I've described"

"Absolutely!" Jim sheepishly grins, hoping that he could get away with his bluff.

"Excellent. Which tactics, specifically?" Mr. Strickler questions him, raising his eyebrows. He plays around with the pen in his hand.

"The, uh... winning ones?" The student akwardly answers. The class erupts in laughter by his response.

(Y/n) lets out a snort from his haijinks. Claire jabs her in side, "Don't pester him" She says with a smile. "He was staring, Claire" (Y/n) defends herself.

The bell rings a moment after. The two gather their stuff and walk out. The two chat to eachother, from an upcoming play to homework. "Jim, stares a lot at you" (Y/n) mentions, gripping the strap of her bag.

"He is just dozing off, have you seen the eyebags under his eyes?" Claire asks the (h/c)nette, pulling at the skin under her eyes.

"I think he likes you. You are very pretty" (Y/n) chuckles, getting another jab from the girl.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Time for good old PE.

(Y/n) sits on the bleachers, wearing the P.E uniform. She watches as Mary climbed up the rope. Two ropes beside her was Toby, struggling to climb up, even with Jim cheering him on.

Her (e/c) eyes trail over to Steve trying to impress with something he wrote on a piece of paper. But Claire just brushes him off and walks over to where (Y/n) was sitting.

After that, Darcy joins them, sitting next to Claire. "Aren't you supposed to be climbing the rope?" Darcy questions the benched teen. "I didn't see you climbing it either" (Y/n) shoots back with a grin.

"Buenos noches" A voice greets. The three girls turn to see Jim standing infront of them, looking somewhat nervous.

Claire raises her eyebrows "You speak Spanish?"

Darcy stands up, crossing her arms. "Come on Claire" She walks off, grabbing (Y/n)'s arm on the way, dragging her along. The teen witch was just able to hear Claire suggest the school play to Jim, there were more boys needed for the play.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊

(Y/n) walks through the town, towards home. She had to walk alone, Claire was auditioning for Juliet. She perks when she hears soft bell ringing, she looks around to see nothing.

Suddenly a ball of light with wings appears before her. It hovers infront of her face, making the same bell sound. Without warning, it speeds off. "Wait, hold on!" (Y/n) yells, chasing after it.

She runs through an alleyway and over the sidewalk. She wondered how such a small thing could be so fast. She notices two figures standing on the road, sitting on bikes. Then the creature dissapears from sight, confusing (Y/n).

She approaches the two figures, regonising them as Jim and Tobey. They seem to be staring at something, getting (Y/n)'s curiousity. Jim glances at her, before looking back in the same direction. She walks closer, turning to what they were looking at.

A troll.

Not just any troll, the son of Gunmar: Bular. Even after all those years, Trolls were around. His glowing yellow-red eyes shift over to her, glaring at her smaller form.

"(Y/n), get on" Jim instructs, not taking his eyes off of Bular.

"You don't have to tell me twice" (Y/n) responds. She rushes over and gets on Jim's bike. The two boys quickly peddel away as Bular chases after them. They turn the corner and hide behind a truck, making the dark troll lose track of them.

Jim pulls out something from his bag, a silver amulet with a blue crystal in it. "Armor up, armor up, armor up! Please, now! Faster!" Toby urges his best friend.

(Y/n)'s eyebrows furrow as she stares at it. It looked like something straight out of Merlin's room, noting it was even glowing. "What is that?"

Her question was ignored as Jim chants. "Okay. “For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command.”" He closes his eyes, but nothing happened, making his eyes snap open again. "It’s not working!"

The three quickly move to the other side of the truck as Bular discovers their previous hiding place. Jim repeats ""For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command.” Seriously, it’s mine to command. I’m commanding here!" He yells, frustrated.

'So did Merlin actual make that thing? I never heard him mention an amulet' (Y/n)'s train of thought was interrupted by Bular lifting up the truck. "Centuries of Trollhunters, and I will have killed two in almost as many days"

"He’s good at math!" Toby screams in horror.

"Go, go, go!" Jim yells. (Y/n) jumps on the back of Jim's bike, grabbing him tightly by the waist. They rush over the street as Bular throws the truck at them, which they avoid by turning a corner.

Bular catches up to them, running like an animal. "I’ll flay the flesh from your bones!" He growls.

"No, thank you!"

"I like my bones the way they are. Thanks!"

The imitating Trolls jumps and lands in the middle of the road. He swings his claws at the teen, who were just able to avoid them. The turn corner to corner, trying to get the beast off their tail.

Jim spots a building. "Behind Stuart Electronics!" He instructs his best friend.

"You know I can’t fit there!" Toby argues.

"You can fit!

"I can’t!"

"You’ve been on a diet, remember?"

Jim dashes into the tight alleyway, with (Y/n) still holding onto him. Toby follows after, he slowly moves forward as Bular fit his arm through the small gap. "I can fit. I can fit! I can fit! I’m fitting! Yay, diet!" The brunette cheers as he comes out from the other side.

They speed over the bridge, stopping to catch their breath once they reached the end of it. "Catch… my breath. Look at me, look at me. We’re not dead, right?" Toby asks the other teens.

"Master Jim!" A voice calls out. Coming out of the forest was Blinky and Aaarrrggh, who was holding bushes infront of his face. The six-eyed troll notices the new person sitting on the back of Jim's bike. "And you've brought along another human".

'Trolls!' (Y/n)'s eyes light up as she jumps off the bike. She approaches the towering creatures, looking up at them. She looked like a little kid in a toy store, stars in her eyes. She had never seen a troll so close up.

"I must say she is quite tranquil, compared to young Tobias" Blinky mentions, thinking back to Toby screaming and calling animal control.

"I couldn't just leave her to be torn apart by Bular. He chased us all over town!" Jim responds, sounding frustrated.

"And you’re still alive. I knew you had potential, Master Jim" Blinkey smiles, proud of the new troll hunter.

"You have a sweet voice, but you bring death with you!" Toby points at the blue troll with a scowl on his face.

"You guys can fight him, right?" Jim asks, with hope in his voice. His question make the two Trolls burst into laughter.

"I could not hope to possess the skill to defeat Bular" Blinkey answers, knowing he'd be toast of he faced Bular.

"What about him? He’s big" Jim motions to the hulking Aaarrrggh.

"Pacifist" The big troll answers.

Toby pats his arm "Man, such a waste of a hulking brute"

"Thank you"

"So are we supposed to stand around, while Bular is still hunting us down, ready to make us his Midnight snack?" (Y/n) questions. She wised that she had her spellbook, in there possibly being a spell that could help.

Blinky puts one of his upper hands on the girl's shoulder. "This is why Jim here is the Troll hunter, to protect humans and Trolls alike against gum gums like Bular"

"Gum gum" (Y/n) repeats, muttering it. She slowly turns to see Bular sliding into sight, growling. "Okay, I think that is our sign to run"

"Follow me! We’ll be safe in Heartstone Trollmarket!" Blinky exclaims as the group runs, while Bular chases after them.

Bular grabs one of streetlamps and pulls it down, making a chain reaction, the other streetlamps falling down after it. Toby flies off his big as it hits one of the fallen poles, luckily being watched by Aaarrrggh.

"Master Jim! Don your armor!" Blinky instructs the boy.

"I’ve been trying! The amulet won’t listen to me!" Jim replies, peddling for his life.

"Did you speak the incantation?"

"I’ve been incanting the crap out of it, and it’s not working!"

"Just focus and incant, dude!" Toby yells, trying his best not to fly off of Aaarrrggh.

They reach the canal finally. Blinky jumps up and rolls down, while Jim skids his bike to stop his momentum. (Y/n) slides down, followed Aaarrrggh.

Jim reaches into his back, pulling out the amulett. His heartbeat spikes as Bular smashes through the trees. He speaks the incantation, yet nothing happens. He takes a breath, repeating it once more.

Just in time when Bular swipes his claw, the armor takes the bloe. Jim flies back, landing in the empty canal. His feet slide across the concrete as his sword appears in his hand.

(Y/n)'s eyes widen as she takes in the sight. How the armor manifested in the air and attached itself to his body. The amulet resting now in the chest of the armor, it glowing a bright blow. "Woah..." She mutters fascinated.

The heroic was ruined once Jim fled when he saw Bular roar. "Uh... nope" He said, running towards the others. Bular jumps in his way, blocking him.

"Use your sword, Master Jim!" Blinky instructs the young troll hunter.

Bular bares his fist. "I’ll drink your blood out of a goblet made of your skull!" He threatens.

"Cut him like a meatloaf, Jim!" Toby cheers his best friend on.

Jim points his sword at Bular as the dark troll rushes towards him. He swings his sword to block an attack, being send sliding back.

"We must work quickly. Open the portal!" Blinkey opens his sachet, pulling out a orange crystal. He tosses it over to Aaarrrggh. "The Horngazel!"

Aaarrrggh got to work. He slams it into the wall under the bridge and moves it around to make half circle in the concrete. The punches the middle with the crystal making it glow a bright blue. The wall in the circle breaks appart, revealing an area on the others side.

"Master Jim! Master Jim, come on!" Blinky calls out, wanting to not spare another second being in danger.

"I’m a little busy here" Jim yells back as he and Bular circle eachother. He holds his sword steady in his hand, pointing it at Bular.

Bular pulls out his dual blades. "You are not fit to wield the amulet. I’ll tear the armor off you! Along with your skin!" He slams down one of the blades towards Jim, which he dodges. The teen swings his sword at Bular, but it get stuck in Bular's thick skin. Jim gets lifted off the ground as the troll moves up his arm. Jim lets go of his sword and begins running towards the portal.

Aaarrrggh, Blinky, Toby and (Y/n) had already entered it. The latter had her arm outstretched towards him to grab. "Come on!" She yells, her (e/c) eyes flicker on the approaching Bular.

Finally reaching it, Jim and (Y/n)'s hand met. (Y/n) pulls him through, just before it could close in his face. The girl stumbles back by the force, making the two fall onto the floor as the portal closes.

Jim lets out a sigh of relief, his armor dissapearing from sight. He picks himself up, rubbing his sore joints. He turns to (Y/n), holding his hand out to help her up "Are you okay?".

"I should be asking you that" The girl replies. She grabs his hand once again, letting him pull her up. "You faced against a giant troll and got away without a scratch. Not to mention if you this awesome magical armor" She says with wonder.

Letting an akward chuckle, Jim rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, there is a lot to explain" He says.

"Come on, we can't around here forever" Blinky mentions. He walks off, he steps down. A big blue crystal lights up underneath him, being followed by other crystals that formed a spiral staircase down. "This way, Masters. This way".

"Are you sure were safe in here?" Toby questions Blinky, watching his steps.

"Indeed. The incantation forbids entry to Heartstone Trollmarket by Gumm-Gumms such as Bular, for they are the most fearsome of trolls" Blinky explains to the brunette.

"Gumm-Gumms?" Jim repeats, confused.

"Scary ones" Aaarrrggh clarifies.

'So they refer to Trolls like Gunmar and Bular with a different name. Back in Camelot, they saw the trolls all the same. It was mostly because of kung Arthur, Morgana showed me there was more than that' (Y/n) thinks to herself, eyeing Blinky, before looking back at Aaarrrggh.

"Hey, (Y/n)" Toby chimes, bringing the girl back to reality.

"Hm, what is it?"

"How are you so chill about Trolls existing? I may got a little scared when they broke into Jim's house, but you were totally calm" He asks her, suspicion entered his mind.

"Well, I always loved fairytales. I may still believe in them, like fairies" (Y/n) lies through her teeth, putting on the same innocent she had when they first met.

"Do you believe in Santa Clause?" Toby half jokes.

'Who?' "Yeah absolutely" She answers, having no idea who he was talking about.

Blinky guides the three from the staircase, showing them a big town. In the center of it was a giant orange crystal. Troll roam the streets of it, who knew it was under Arcadia all this time.

"This is the world you are bound to protect.This… is Heartstone Trollmarket!"

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[talesofarcadia78]

Our Time || One shot

Summary: Douxie’s remembering the good old times. 

Warnings: angst, mention of character death, that's it I think?

Word count: 1,735

Everything was set. The lanterns were hung up on the trees nearby, providing light to Douxie for the night. The campfire was crackling just a couple of feet away from the round dining table and chairs that Douxie had set up not too long ago. The plates were also ready on the table, waiting to be filled with food.

Douxie magicked up a bouquet of roses, and placed them in the vase that was in the middle of the table.

Suddenly, he heard a twig snap behind him. He quickly spun around, staff and bracelet ready, only to see Archie looking up at him in his cat form.

"You seriously thought that I was danger?" Archie questioned with an eyebrow raised.

Douxie magicked his staff away and deactivated his bracelet, "Hehe… yes."

Archie rolled his eyes at his familiar's response, "Do you not remember that you put a ward around this whole area?"

Douxie just shrugged and went back to doing last minute preparations.

After a few minutes of silence, Archie cleared his throat to gain Douxie's attention.

"Yes, Arch?" Douxie asked, turning his gaze to the cat.

Archie pointed to the two figures in the distance heading towards them.

Douxie's eyes widened at how time flew by quickly. He didn't even have time to get changed!

He quickly got behind a tree and used a spell he had recently learned, and changed into a black dress shirt (sleeves rolled up of course), black pants and shoes, keeping his signature skull necklace.

He stepped out from the tree to see Archie fly away. His eyes wandered around until they landed on both you and Jim getting closer. You were wearing a stunning black A-line lace dress that went down to your knees with half laced sleeves and beige heels.

You were blindfolded as Douxie had requested Jim to do to you so you had a surprise.

Douxie could hear you complain to Jim how you didn't like being blindfolded. Jim just rolled his eyes at your antics and told you that all would be revealed in a matter of moments.

Douxie walked up to you two siblings and took you from Jim.

"Thank you, Jim. I'll take her from here," Douxie smiled and took your shoulders.

"No problem, Doux! Tell me the end result!" Jim waved and walked off.

"Douxie, where in the world am I?" you asked.

"Shhh. Be patient, love. All will be revealed," Douxie reassured.

After a few moments, the blindfold on your eyes was taken off.

You took in your surroundings. The trees were decorated with lanterns, a dining table was set and a campfire was already lit. Everything was beautiful.

You spun around to see Douxie holding out a rose for you to take, which you, without a doubt, accepted.

"Shall we, m'lady?" Douxie inquired, holding his arm out.

You nodded and you let him take you to the table.

~~~~~

Douxie had prepared f/f for dinner, and for dessert, an apple pie.

Now, the two of you were quietly sitting on a blanket at the campfire, leaning on each other.

"Love?" Douxie asked.

You hummed in response, letting him know he had your attention.

"Remember the first time we met? I had spilled a drink on the ground in the cafe and you rushed to help," Douxie remembered.

"Yeah," you nodded, memories flooding back.

~~~~~

You anxiously tapped your feet on the ground, waiting for your order to arrive.

You were in a big rush.

Mom had called to tell you that Jim was in the hospital. You knew that he was the Trollhunter, so he had gotten a lot of injuries, though, he didn't need to go to the hospital to get them treated, so you knew that this was serious.

Abruptly, you heard a crash from behind you. You turned around to see a drink had spilled all over the floor. The waiter was already on his knees, trying to clean it up.

You got up from your seat and ran over to help him. You kneeled in front of the guy to hear him faintly say, "Fuzzbuckets". You saw a faint sky blue spark come from his hand.

A wizard.

You placed a hand on his arm, making him look up into your e/c eyes. You mouthed ‘no’ and shook your head, telling him not to perform the spell. He stopped and sighed before cleaning up the mess the old fashioned way with your help.

After helping him, you returned to your seat.

Just when you were about to leave, getting fed up of the wait, the same waiter you had helped rushed up to you, order in hand.

"Hey! You were the one who helped me with the spill a couple of minutes ago, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," you nodded and then added quietly, "And the one who stopped you from using magic as a shortcut."

You smiled and took your order from him. You headed out but got stopped by the same guy.

"Hey, I never got your name. I'm Hisirdoux Casperan, but you can call me Douxie," Douxie winked and held out his hand for a handshake.

"Y/n, Y/n Lake," you replied, shaking his hand. "I'm really sorry, but I really need to go."

He nodded understandingly and waved goodbye.

As you walked to the hospital, you opened the bag that had your food in it, as well as a note. You took it out and read it:

Hey, stranger, who I probably got the name of!

I was wondering if you would grab a bite with me tomorrow at the cafe. 4 pm sharp.

Don't be late.

Yours truly,

Hisirdoux Casperan.

You smiled. You had finally found a fellow magic wielder.

~~~~~

"Then, the time when Jim got a bit overprotective of you when you were at the bookstore."

"A bit?"

"Okay, extremely overprotective of you."

~~~~~

The sun was shining high in the sky, your hair moving along with the gentle breeze, and a nice cup of coffee in your hands while you and Jim made your way to GDT Arcane Books.

Jim opened the door to reveal Archie, Douxie's familiar lying on the ground near the fireplace.

"Hey, Archie!" you greeted.

"Hello," Archie called.

You turned your attention away from the cat and to Jim, who was looking around in suspicion.

"Jim, what is it now?" you asked, placing your hand on your brother's shoulder.

"It's just… why does this store seem so… magical?" Jim inquired.

"Because a magical being owns the bookstore," you replied.

Jim nodded in response.

"Hello!" a new voice spoke.

You turned around to see Douxie coming out of the back. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jim's gaze harden at the sight of the wizard. He pulled you a bit closer to him.

Overprotective brother mode switched on.

"Hey, Doux. Did you call us in for some help?" you inquired.

"Yep! There's only so much a 900 year old wizard can do by himself," Douxie nodded.

Douxie told you and Jim what he needed help with.

Jim was sent off to get some supplies from around town, to his dismay. He wanted to keep an eye on you and Douxie, but alas, he had to go shopping.

Before Jim had left, you heard him send a death threat to Douxie.

"Don't do anything funny with my sister, Casperan. I won't hesitate to slice your head off with Daylight."

Your eyes widened. You knew Jim didn't like Douxie, but you didn't know that he hated him so much to actually threatened him.

Geez. He's way too overprotective.

You made your way over to Douxie as soon as Jim left the store.

"Don't mind him. He's just overprotective," you told Douxie.

"Uh-huh," Douxie nodded slowly.

~~~~~

"We know each other so well, made so many wonderful memories, we've spent so much time together," Douxie sighed. "And I want to spend more time with you."

You turned your head towards him, silently asking him to elaborate.

Douxie moved away and got up. He lent you his hand, which you accepted and followed suit. He took a deep breath and got down on one knee.

"Y/n, love, we've been through so much together. Good and bad. Sad and happy. And I'll continue to. You made me the most happiest man when you became my girlfriend and I thought I couldn't be any happier. But today may prove me wrong," Douxie expressed.

You gasped and clasped your hand over your mouth as Douxie took out a golden ring with embroidery and held it out.

"Y/n Lake… make me the happiest man in the world. Will you marry me?"

You had tears in your eyes at this point. Douxie looked at you with hope, love, admiration, and so much more as he waited for your answer.

"Yes."

Douxie's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning, and quickly got up. He grabbed your waist and brought you close. He leaned down and softly kissed you as he slipped the ring onto your finger.

~~~~~

Douxie stared at the photo of you two on your wedding day. You were wearing a short lace white dress and beige ankle strap heels and Douxie was wearing a white dress shirt, black tuxedo, black tie, black pants and a rose attached on the left as you two stood in front of each other, hand in hand while Douxie was kissing your forehead.

Douxie placed the photo back and glanced down at his wedding ring. It was simple, a silver band with swirl embroidery as you had the same, but gold. He remembered the feeling of your hand in his. Your giggling. Everything. But alas, ever since you had passed in battle, he couldn't seem to bring any of those memories back.

Tears formed in Douxie's eyes as he remembered the good times.

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal Jim and Claire.

"Hey, Teach. What were you--" Claire started before she noticed the tears streaming down his face.

Douxie wasn't going to cry but as soon as he saw the wedded couple, he couldn't help himself.

Jim and Claire rushed over to Douxie and enveloped the wizard in a hug, attempting to comfort him. He sobbed into Jim's chest as Jim ran his hand through his hair and Claire rubbing Douxie's back.

Nothing was going to be the same without you.

[alovesongshewrote]

Whumptober Days 31, 28, 27, 18, and 12 - time isn't real | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot: i don't even know, man, i think you just have to read this one (Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader)

Warnings: blood, broken glass, someone gets broken glass in their mouth, restraints, torture, seizures, vomiting, chills, horror, poison, etc, let me know if there's more

A/N: okie dokie, so, this set of hcs started on tumblr, and was spurred on by @furblrwurblr and by @mxcheese the later of which contributed several ideas, so many thanks to both of those lovely people. todays prompts are: smile for the camera, prisoner, trauma, torture, begging, made to watch, nightmares, panic, and collapse

Here we are

Day 31

And day 12

And day 18

And days 27 and 28

…

Whatever, time isn’t real, who’s ready for angst!?

SO

douxie's been hurt, tortured

or otherwise had the shit kicked out of him

sucks, but like

that's kinda par for the course at this point

So

you go and you find him with archie, and you're both like "oh fuck, oh no, oh fuck"

you pick him up, and he is way too light because of blood loss

and then you get him out of there

But alas

There are no local hospitals

Because i said so

And y’know what, douxie’s condition would be kind of hard to explain

You can’t just go in and say, “A super secret organization kidnapped and tortured my boyfriend!”

There’ll be questions

And you don’t want questions

So you take him to the nearest safe location

A cabin in the mountains, maybe?

Yes

A cabin in the mountains

Which is

Isolated as fuck, which means you have to take care of douxie

you're getting blood on your clothes

and on your skin

and his blood is warm, but he is cold, and it's freaking you out, and you just want him to wake up and tell you he's gonna be ok

that everything is gonna be ok

but he isn't going to do that

the closest thing you have is the sweet, sweet pipes of alfred molina

who has been in

so many things, holy shit

Stan archie you cowards

anyway

he tries to tell you it'll be ok, and that's enough for you to get douxie home, and onto a flat surface

he doesn't get a bed yet

beds are for people who don't need stitches

so, you're fucking panicking

you sterilize a needle, get some thread, and stitch him up the best you can

you also try to fucking

clean out all of his wounds

by the end of it

you're covered in blood

the table is covered in blood

the floor is covered in blood

archie is covered in blood

the towels you were using are covered in blood

there's blood on the walls

there's

there's a lot of blood, ok?

your kitchen smells like blood and soap

But wait!

There’s more!

this is gonna fuck me up, but

douxie lost too much blood

transfusion time (:

So, uh

you google how to do that while archie looks on, concerned

and then you almost kill yourself giving douxie your blood

yayyyyyy, romance

after that, you fuckin

try to get the rest of the dried blood off of douxie

and also

his clothes

you take the clothes off of douxie

you try to find something for him to wear that won't irritate his shit ton of wounds

eventually you do, and you just put them on him

make him pretty

Fix him up

and you get him into bed

and then you just

pet his hair

For a while

You just sit by his side, making sure he’s okay

And when you’re satisfied that he won’t die the second you take your eyes off of him

You get up and take a shower

Wash the blood of off you

Dry yourself off

And then you wash/brush the blood out of archie’s fur

Now that was pretty angsty

But uh

It was just the set up

You’re finishing cleaning off

And you’re finally calming down

And you think everything will be alright

When douxie starts coughing

He isn’t waking up

He’s just coughing

...

Up blood, he’s coughing up blood

so you go, no no no no no no no

and try to find a way to help him

fortunately, that issue is resolved on its own

when he stops coughing up blood and vomiting up whatever was left in his stomach

Honestly, “whatever was left in his stomach” wasn’t a lot

He was starved while he was tortured, and even before then, i have my doubts about this man eating enough

Anyway

He keeps throwing up for a good few minutes

And you can’t do anything

But hold his hair back

And pray to whatever gods are out there

That he’ll be okay

he still doesn't wake up btw

he still doesn't wake up btw

he just

passes out right after that

it sucks

and it's scary

But it gives you time to clean up the blood and vomit, so you're ok with it

Or as okay with it as you can be

And while he’s out, you go and find a bucket, for future instances of night vomiting

After that, you go back to watching him

he's fine for a few hours

until he starts physically fucking shivering

Even though he’s under several fuckin blankets

because apparently, it isn't enough to torture and maim douxie, oh no

The universe had to make him sick, too

You aren’t sure if he’s sick, or if his wounds are infected, or

if he’s been poisoned

But it’s all very sus

so, you get archie to try and find out what, exactly, the fuck happened to douxie

And while he does that

you just

Try to find more blankets

you hold his hands

they're cold.

And they’re normally pretty cold, but now they’re colder

Like

Upsettingly cold

So you just

Do your best to take care of him

And eventually

he stops shivering

His hands warm up a little

And he stabilizes, more or less

and you're like

"great, everything's ok for now"

So you go

Take a minute to breathe

Make yourself some tea

And when you go back

You see douxie

Standing up

In front of one of the windows, just staring out into the mountains

How did he get out of bed?

who fucking knows

you don't

but you put him back in there

and shut the windows, which he opened somehow

and you turn back to him

and you're like

"wtf, he was asleep the whole time. Does he sleep walk? i didn't know he did that"

But you shake that off

Chalk it up to a side effect of the torture, or poison, or whatever illness he’s enduring

You sit down

and you go to sip your tea

and then douxie starts fucking screaming

You drop your tea

It spills right across the floor, but you don’t care

You're too busy trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong

it

It sounds like he's in pain

And that makes you think he may have opened one of his wounds when he got up

but there's no blood

it's just a nightmare

and you know he just has to ride it out

but you

you don't want to- you can’t listen to his screams without doing something

You

You just can’t do that

so you just

lie down next to him

while he writhes in pain that isn't even real

his sobs are loud

yours aren't

And you just lie there

you're afraid to touch him

the most you do is move him gently so he doesn't fall out of the bed

and he screams

until the sun rises

and archie gets back

He quiets down right about then

ANYWAY

UH

ARCHIE ISN’T SURE WHAT HAPPENED TO DOUXIE

His captors didn’t really film anything

There aren’t too many records

But

What evidence he does find suggests that douxie was poisoned as well as tortured

So

Archie is determined to figure out what poison is in his boy’s system, and the cure for whatever poison it may be

And he’s ready to take off

But you have one more question for him

"Hey, Arch, has Douxie ever- does Douxie have a history of sleepwalking?"

the answer is no

SO!

it must be a poison thing!

Yay?

That night, archie takes off to find a cure

And the next day, douxie still doesn’t wake up

you make the dangerous decision to try and feed him, since he hasn’t eaten since who knows when

It almost works until he throws it all up

There’s a bit of blood in there, too

For seasoning, ig

It landed in the bucket, though, so it isn’t too hard to clean up

After that, you notice that douxie's running a bit of a fever

so, you do what you can to amend that

and you try to get this boy some water

so he can hydrate before he diedrates

but, ah

while you're in the kitchen, getting water

you hear him get up

and you're like

"OH FUCK, HE'S AWAKE"

so, you spin around, ready to run down the hall

But there’s no need

Douxie is right behind you.

his eyes are closed.

you don't think he's opened them since you found him.

so uh

needless to say, you are a bit spooked

you drop the glass of water you were holding

you're very careful to step over it when you take douxie back to bed

alas, he vomits again before you can get him there, so you're like, "ok, we're making a quick stop in the bathroom"

and you do

you run out into the hall for a second, while he’s in the bathroom, just to get some towels

and when you do

you step on glass.

which, if you'll remember, was broken in the kitchen

Not In Your Hallway

you don't know how it got there

but you do know it hurts

you also know that douxie is still throwing up in the bathroom

rip douxie

so, uh

You go to join him

You put a towel over his shoulders because he's cold again

You rub his back for a minute

and then you get to work on the glass in your feet

once that's done, and once douxie is done vomiting

and also, once the glass is swept up

you get douxie back to bed

he actually rests this time

he almost looks peaceful

It brings you some, uh

Peace of mind

So

you go about your day more or less normally

just

tending to douxie as you need to

a few days go by like that, with the only interruptions being screaming fits and vomiting

and then you go to change the bandages you put on him

and he wakes up

and he looks

terrified

He

Ha

he yells at you

to stay away from him

that he knows you aren't real

that none of this is

And it breaks your heart

you just

you want to hold him

to dry his tears and let him know that you're real, and this is real, and he's safe

But

You can’t touch him

You don’t know what he’ll do

So

You try to talk him down

Just

"Shhh, sh sh sh, it's okay, you're okay, I swear you're okay, I promise"

And like

He doesn’t calm down all the way

but he doesn't look like he'll attack you anymore

So that’s good

you reach out

And

He lets you touch him

You put your hands on his shoulders

And you just

Hold him

And you feel him relax into your embrace

and you can feel him shake as he sobs into your shoulder

and you're sobbing, too

It’s okay

He’s safe now

You both are

You run your hands up into his hair

and you kiss him

everywhere you can reach

his jawline, his cheeks, his temples

which is a bit of a stretch because he is tall

his neck, and his shoulders

everywhere you can reach

and in between those kisses, you keep saying

"It's okay, it's okay, you're safe now, you're safe"

and he just repeats

"I'm safe. I'm safe."

his voice is rough from disuse

you can feel the vibrations when you kiss him

and he's so warm

and his arms are around you

and everything is ok

annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd then he needs to sit down again

but it's ok

you sit beside him and just

rest your head on his shoulder

and he's running his fingers through your hair

and his eyes are closing

and you whisper

as to not ruin the gentle mood

"Hey... I know it might be a little early to ask... but could- could you tell me what happened?"

and you're right

it's too early

he can't

but you're ok with that

so you just

lie down with him

and you both fall asleep

when you wake up

you wake up to see him staring at you

and you smile and brush a strand of hair out of his eyes

and then you realize

he isn't smiling

he's shaking.

he might or might not be having a seizure

And it might or might not be poison related

so you jump up, freak out

and try to deal with this

by the time he's recovered, you're crying

and you

you ask if he's ok

you ask what happened

And again

He can’t answer you

so you just

run your fingers through his hair until he goes back to sleep

then you get up

go about your day

archie stops by to let you know that no, what poison is running through douxie’s system yet, but he's trying

and you're thankful for it

You also let archie know that douxie’s awake, and arch visits his boi for a bit

they're happy to see each other, of course

Archie just sits in douxie’s lap and purrs

you let them have their space

In the meantime, you walk into the kitchen, fully intending to make some tea

But uh

one of your windows is broken.

Weird

There’s more glass on the floor

you're gonna have to start wearing shoes, lol

But anyway, you clean up the glass

Archie heads out, not without giving you a little headbutt

It’s cute

that night, you sleep by douxie's side again

when you wake up

he's staring at you

...

he is

his eyes are

so beautiful

but they're so empty

it's like he's seeing right through you

it breaks your heart

And then

They shut again

you kiss his forehead and get out of bed

you get yourself some water

You go back to douxie

and just

watch him sleep for a bit

that's when something shatters in the next room

You go to check it out

And

the mirror in your bathroom is broken.

that's

normal?

you trace the cracks with your finger

your reflection is distorted

and as you focus on your face

douxie's reflection appears beside yours

it spooks your for a second

but when you realize it's him, you chill out

You’re about to say his name, but

you don't even have time to turn around

He kisses your neck, gently

runs his hands up and down your arms

and thanks you for taking such good care of him

you laugh and you're like

"It's no problem."

and he fuckin

"Are you sure? It's rotten work-"

to which you can only respond

"Not to me, not if it's you."

then you kiss him

The kiss starts out slow

but it gets more heated as you go

his hands are running through your hair

yours are on his chest

and then

something breaks in the kitchen

you run in and a bunch of cups are broken

you look for a culprit

but there's nothing but a small black rat in the corner

it yeets away before you can do anything about it

So uh

you’re freaking out a little bit

but douxie calms you down

he just

rubs your arms

pulls you against him

kisses your head

and tells you that everything will be ok

that you're safe

because taking care of you, and of the glass, is his job now, not yours

He promises he'll help you clean it up tomorrow

but for tonight

he gets you back to bed

in the morning, he keeps his promise

you

really don't know how he made cleaning up glass fun

but he did it!

And since he did that

You now trust him enough to leave him home while you go out and get groceries

yayyy groceries

anyway

You go home, and

and your house is a fucking mess

and you're like

"nani the fuck?"

you find douxie and archie just

in the middle of the living room

looking exhausted

and you're like

"guys, what the fuck???"

BASICALLY

THEIR STORY IS

they saw the rat

and douxie tried to chase it (without magic) to get it outside

while trying to keep archie from munching on it

douxie has a bite mark on his right hand to prove it.

A bite mark from, quote

“Where I (Douxie) tried to grab the rat”

so you're like

"oh, jeez, let's get that cleaned out"

and you go into your bathroom and

the mirror's gone

and douxie's like

"yeah, no, I chucked that out for you. didn't want you to get hurt”

and you're like

"awwwwww"

And then, because he kinda

Wrecked your cabin and feels bad about it

Douxie makes you dinner

and so!

he!

cooks for you!!

and you just

wrap your arms around his waist while he stirs things

and he does the thing where he lets you taste it early

What he’s making doesn’t matter

Though personally, i think it’s soup

But that doesn’t really matter, what matters is

HE KISSES U WHILE HE'S MAKIN IT :D

Anyway, halfway through the soup process, also known as, the soupening

archie calls you into the living room

You kiss douxie “goodbye” and then you go assist archie

Who really just needed you to clean off his glasses

Which he could not do

Without thumbs

Rip archie

Anyway

After that you make your glorious return to the kitchen

You kiss your boyfriend many more times

and then dinner's ready

so y'all go to eat

and the soup!

is so good!

until there's glass in it.

you didn't notice until it was

y’know

in your mouth

But yeah, no, you were just trying to eat, and the next thing you knew

Your mouth tasted like blood

and douxie

feels

so guilty

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry my love, I thought I got all the glass-!"

you try to assure him it's ok

but there is

blood and glass in ur mouth

oops

so douxie helps you up and takes you to the bathroom

he finds some tweezers and

because there's no mirror

he has to get the glass out for you

and he's so

gentle about it

The feeling of his hands on your jaw, it just

it makes you relax

Eventually you just flop onto him

He carries you to bed

kisses you

lets you rest

and when you wake up in the morning, he's awake before you are

and he would've made you breakfast in bed, but y'know

glass

instead he's just

watching you sleep

he has a book in his hands

A book that belongs to you

now

the thing about the book

AND TUNE IN KIDS, BC I'M ABOUT TO BREAK YOUR HEART WITH FLUFF

the thing about the book

is that douxie wrote it

he started writing it in ye olde times

two? centuries after merlin hit the hay?

thing is, the book is old

Very old

Now, i’d let you guess what’s in it, but i tried that in a discord server, and someone guessed “glass” so

I’ll just tell you

it's poetry

Poetry, song lyrics

Etc.

So

The other thing about this book is that uh

Douxie didn’t actually want you to have it

Not at first, at least

you had to gently bully him into letting you see it

and when you finally got to see it

you loved it

you would just

sit next to him and read his poetry for hours

eventually, douxie left the book with you

(he wanted it to be with someone who loved it)

And all of the poems

Are just

So sweet

Or wildly creative

And they’re in his handwriting

and whenever he wasn't around you'd just

trace the pages with your fingers

resting them where his hands had been

you

you're very in love with him

And every time he visited you

he would write a new poem

And he did this until the book was full

and the very last poem in the book

was about you

Specifically about how douxie was and is in love with you, and had been for the past few centuries

it’s how he confessed his feelings

yeah, you kissed him pretty hard during his next visit

anyway

he's holding that book now

lying on the bed, facing you

And suddenly he says

"This thing is falling apart. We should throw it out."

So uh

That’s a bit of a

What do they call them?

Red flags, right?

Yeah

That’s a bit of a huge fucking red flag

because douxie

your douxie

the man you love

would never suggest that

so you get up and you're like

"hahaha, no"

You reach over for the book

and he pulls it out of your grasp

with a little fuckin smirk on his face.

you reach for it again, and he pulls it away like before, but you manage to grab onto it

“I don’t want to get rid of it.”

So, douxie

Still smirking

Lets you pull the book from his hand

The cover shifts.

And your heart shatters

And like

Part of you is thinking about how douxie would never do this

But mostly

You’re thinking about getting your book fixed

You turn away from douxie completely, your attention now fully on the book

The cover of which

Is a little fucked up

And you

You’re almost in tears over it

You hug the book to your chest

And you feel douxie’s hands on your shoulders

As he hugs you to his chest

And he says

“Relax my darling, it’s just a book”

And uh

You more or less go

“Douxie would never????” internally

And

You realize

That douxie wouldn’t throw out your mirror, either- not without asking you first

You also realize that there’s no way he’d “accidentally” get glass in your food

He works at a cafe ffs

And

As you watch douxie’s hands moving up and down your arms

You remember the bite on his right hand

The hand he tried to grab something with

Douxie is left handed.

And finally

You realize

As he hugs you to his chest

And wraps his arms around you

Your Hisirdoux Casperan smells like cloves.

Whoever this man is.

Whatever this man is.

He does not smell like cloves.

You drop the book.

And like

You’re freaking out on the inside

Of fucking course you are, there’s an imposter among u

But you can't confront him now

You don’t know how dangerous this stranger is

So

You act your fucking ass off

“You’re right. It’s just an old book. Let’s go to bed, my love.”

So

You lie down next to him

And you plan to get up

You plan to get up and get a weapon

Or just to get out

But

You fall asleep

And when you wake up

It’s dark

It’s late

and douxie is on the ceiling, grinning at you with a smile that stretches much too far across his face

So, uh

He crab walks down the ceiling at you

His mouth opening wider than it should as his head jerks at an impossible angle to face you

So

You fucking run

You grab douxie’s book

And you run

You yeet out to the front yard, and archie’s walkin up like nothing is wrong

So you fucking

Grab the cat and go

You get in your car and you hit the fuckin gas

And everything is fine!

You’re safe in the car, with Archie :)

And you turn to arch and you go

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, that wasn't douxie"

You’re fucking crying

You’re scared

And you’re upset

you're not having a good time

You’re actively sobbing as you try to warn archie about not!douxie

And that fucking cat

Turns to you and says

“I know.”

You turn to look at him, shocked and horrified that he knew

Shocked and horrified that he let you kiss this monster

That he let you share your bed with a stranger

And he didn’t fucking tell you what he knew

But when you turn to look, you don’t see archie

You see a Big.

Black.

Rat.

…

So

Uh

You’re a little shaken

But in your horror, you form a plan

As the rat’s mouth splits open, just as douxie’s had, you crash your car into the trees on the side of the road

the airbags deploy and you get time to escape

With, of course, the book

You sprint into the trees

Running as fast as you can with no direction

with no goal, no nothing other than to escape

tears stream down your face, the book is clenched tightly in your hands

You run

Deeper and deeper into the forest

Until you’re too exhausted to do anything but walk

And once your pace slows, you hear screams

And fuck

It sounds like him

And you want it to be him

So

Like a fool

You run towards the screams

And you see someone

You see him

He’s crawling towards you, and his face is normal

And you want to run to him, but something holds you back

And that’s a damn good thing

because the thing that isn't douxie, and never was, sprints towards you

You run again

You run, and run, and run

and something keeps swooping at your head

And uh

Something tells you that’s the thing that pretended to be archie

So

You keep running

And you keep hearing screams

And eventually

you break down and sob because all we can hear is Douxie screaming

The man you love- all you can hear is his pain

His anguish

And you

You know, deep down

That whatever is doing this to you

Did this to him

And it killed him

And that

Breaks us

You also realize it must’ve killed archie, which just sucks

Because you loved archie, too

So

You just breakdown in the forest

Until the screaming stops

And when you look up

You see a building

Lit warmly from the inside

As you stand, the world seems to shift

You stumble towards the building

You open the door

And it reveals a hallway

You lean against the walls

And stumble down the corridor, book still clutched to your chest

And then

You come to the end

And it leads to a big cavernous room

Where douxie is chained against the wall

And archie is caged beside them

You make your way towards them

You’re limping and gasping, trying not to die

And then

Just as you reach your boys

Douxie looks at you

This smile is just a little too big for his face

The room dissolves

And you’re left alone in the woods again

It

That’s a lot to take in

So

You collapse to the ground

And the book happens to slip from your grasp

You hear someone behind you

Their footfalls are heavy on the fallen leaves that blanket the forest floor beneath your back

You reach out for the book

You grab it

You open it

What’s in the book?

…

…

…

Nothing.

The book is empty.

you sit back up and flip violently through the pages

The book is fine, although it is empty

You hear the footsteps again and you turn around

And who else could it be?

It’s him.

He’s there.

Archie’s on his shoulder.

And we just ask, “What- what is this-?”

We don’t get an answer.

Douxie charges

He twists and falls to the ground and sprints at you

…

And you slap him in the face with the book.

It runs at you again and smack

Book

You defend yourself for a good five minutes, all with the book

And like

It’s cute

Or sad, depending on who you ask

(i think it’s cute)

because you're defeating an evil version of douxie with something the real douxie used to love you

it's like he's fighting with you

he's by your side, even in presumable death :)

Ok, yeah, the last one’s sad

But anyway, i digress

So

there's only so much you can do against those two with a book

and eventually, archie knocks you down

And douxie

grabs you by the throat

He lifts you

(in the air, by your throat)

you drop the book

And it says

"Is this worth it, Casperan? Is a tiny piece of information really worth the life of the one you love?"

And it squeezes

it squeezes and squeezes

Until you hear

In his voice

"ENOUGH!"

Quickly followed by

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you, just- let them go, please-"

you're dropped on the ground

your world goes black, but your eyes aren't closed

when you get your vision back, the world is white

And it’s

Way too bright

you gasp for air and your body thrashes

you're restrained

and you're coughing

and when the coughing fit subsides enough for you to see clearly

You see him

Your him

Douxie

Also, Archie, Archie is there. His glasses are gone, but he’s there!

And as good as it is to see him, your eyes are on Douxie

And his time

you can tell it's him

because he has murder in his eyes

because you've been hurt

he's yours

and he loves you

…

He’s also been tortured

Just

Btw

Like, his chest is fucking marred

Covered with blood and bruises

He’s been burnt, stabbed, beaten

And judging by some of the marks on his side, he’s apparently been whipped

You want to run to him

You want to hold him

But you remember what happened last time

You would run to him

But uh

That whole mess has made you weary

Also, you’re restrained

And uh

There’s actually some glass in the way

You and douxie are on either sides of an interior window

You’re chained up on one side, he’s on the other

And on both sides, there are several screens

The demon’s face smiles at you from each and every one.

On those screens, you can see yourself being strangled

And uh

It’s fucking you up a little

Anyway

You’re freed

Your body drops to the ground and you just

Can’t move

You’re so tired

You can hear douxie’s voice from the other room

"Let them go first."

It’s, in your dazed opinion, a reasonable enough request

But it’s met with

"Tell us first, or we send them back and let it finish them off."

From another voice, presumably your captor

You hear your wizard’s voice again

“Fine. Come closer.”

You hear him whisper something, and then

Your captor laughs

And says

“Good… Kill them.”

You hear douxie scream in response

It’s an enraged, desperate sound

And

It sets you off

In your hands

You manifest something

It’s the mother fucking book

and

When you’re attacked

You kick some mother fucking ass

Douxie is still restrained, but he’s proudly going “THAT’S MY PARTNER” internally, if not externally

You beat the shit out of anyone who even tries to lay a finger on you

And then

You break the glass

(preferably by slamming some guy’s head against it)

Once the glass is suitably broken

You jump through the window

on the other side, you kick a little more ass before freeing douxie

And then

He protects you

And archie

And then, you all break out

You steal a car from those assholes and y’all fucking bolt

eventually, you get far enough away, and you pull over on the side of the road

You move to put your hand on douxie’s

And

He flinches

So you stop

And he just

Apologizes

To which you respond

"It's not your fault, love.... I- It is you, right?"

And he says, "Yes! Yes, it is me, I... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

And he just

Repeats it

He repeats the words “I’m sorry”

Over and over and over

And you

Get out of the car

and gesture for him to do the same

And he does

The apologies are halted for the moment

So

You

Walk over to him

Your way lit by the car’s headlights

And

You stand

Facing him

And this motherfucker apologizes

Again

And that

Is when you reach out to touch him

And he lets you

Your hands move over his skin, careful not to hit the wounds that have been carved into his chest

You’re focused on that

And that’s when you hear him say

"I-I won't make you take care of me. I don't want you to go through that again, or even feel like you-"

You say his name and it shuts him up

You place your hands on his jawline, gently

And you say

"Someone told me this is rotten work... but you know it isn't to me. Not if it's you... really you."

He smiles

And his smile is normal

There are tears in his eyes, and you can tell he loves you

And carefully, he pulls you closer to him

His lips brush past your cheek as he leans in

And he whispers

The poem he wrote about you

And you smile

I mean, you’re glowing, but it’s a normal smile

You take your hands from their place on his jaw, and you bring him closer

And you kiss him

your hands run up into his hair and his arms wrap around your waist

And he kisses you back

you part for a moment, just long enough for his forehead to rest against yours

And for both of you to smile

Before he kisses you again

And then, you’re crying

He’s crying

And you’ve stopped kissing, and he’s just

Holding you

Archie curls around you both

You all hold each other until the tears stop

You pull away, slightly, though your arms are still wrapped around Douxie’s neck

You let out a tearful laugh

"We're gonna have to get you fixed up, huh?"

He hums

And then you add

“We should also get you a shirt.”

Douxie laughs, and kisses your neck until you’re laughing too

And then

You go

The three of you run off into the night

You’re safe

They’re safe

And you’re okay

And yet, neither of you realize that the demon has been released

[semisutopia]

pairings: douxie x fem!reader

warnings: 5.1k word count, smut, name calling (baby, darling, love, pretty boy), making out, straddling, fingering, groping, saliva, hickeys, handjob, eating out, penetration (p in the v), thigh riding, cock riding,

as a writer, writing a romance novel, it's quite common to have a chapter that is completely devoted to sex. smut chapters are actually quite expected in romance books, especially when the main love interests are over 18.

so you sat on your bed, one leg crossed, one knee up, chin rested above it, and stared at the blank page on your laptop. make no mistake of course, you had plenty of, shall we say, unholy thoughts, but for whatever reason, you couldn't find inspiration. almost as if on cue, you heard a knock on your window. 

normally, living on the second floor would deter people from climbing up to your roof, but here, you must remember that hisirdoux was far from normal. you sighed and opened the window to let him in, "you know we have a door, right?".

as he climbed through the open window he responded, "i didn't want zoe to see me. your roommate doesn't exactly approve of me". you snickered, "yes i know, i told her not to. anyways, what do you want?". he leaned on the windowsill, "i felt like coming here. should i not have?".

any other time, you would've tried kicking him out immediately, but seeing as you couldn't get any work done, you decided letting him stay wasn't the worst idea, and decided to watch a movie together as there wasn't much else to do.

"corpse bride?". "yeah sure", you loaded the movie on your tv and walked to your bed. douxie sat at the head of the bed and motioned for you to come near him. you sat next to him but turns out that's not what he meant. he patted the space in between his legs and you gave him an 'are you serious' look. "please?".

damn it he's cute. you placed yourself in between his legs and his arms snaked themselves around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. you relaxed into his touch as the movie started, intertwining your hands with his. the butterflies in your stomach rising as he melted into your touch. 

you looked down at your linked hands, "wait why are you wearing a suit?", you turned to look at him. "ah well, there was this ceremony at school so we had to dress up" "remind me again why you keep going to school events when it's just your alias?". 

he chuckled, "there's not much else to do". "no of course not. it's not like you work two part-time jobs and are a full-time wizard or anything", you said, giggling a bit.

"well, if we're talking about dress codes, how come you're wearing the same skirt you wore last week to the party?". if you were being honest, you wore some lingerie underneath your short skirt and long t-shirt to try and spark something in your writing. 

"why can't i wear it?" "c'mon just tell me", he hugged you tighter. the butterflies came back. "i...i just wanted to spark up some inspiration for my writing" "and what exactly are you writing about?", you could tell he already knew the answer. and he knew exactly what he was doing. "you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" "absolutely".

"something similar to what happened at the party...in this skirt", flashbacks of last saturday flooded your mind as you closed your legs tightly, placing a hand above your skirt. "may i help with that?", he said, dangerously close to your ear. 

"just watch the movie", you tried focusing back on victor and his skeleton bride on the screen, but failed after a few minutes as you felt soft fingertips tracing along your thigh. you decided to ignore it...or try to, at least until he started softly kissing up your neck. 

he placed soft, long kisses along your nape, drawing small circles along your inner thigh, slowly rising higher. "what are you doing...doux?".

he heard you. oh, he definitely heard you, so he kissed you harder, sucking on your skin, and his hand groping your thigh more, other hand on your waist, traveling to your hip. 

both of you were clearly not paying attention to the movie anymore but it didn't matter. 

your hand traveled up to his hair and tugged on it slightly. he hummed in response. soon enough, his fingers reached under your skirt and started touching the lace of your panties. 

you sucked in a sharp breath as his index finger circled your folds. you pulled harder on his hair to stop yourself from being vocal, but that only made him let out a moan, himself. 

fuck that was hot. soon enough, his second finger reached your clit. then his third, and you finally gave in, vocalizing your appreciation. you didn't want him to stop. actually, no, that was incorrect. you wanted more. 

you removed your hand from his hair and brought it down to his chin, lifting his head up from your neck and brought his lips to your own. his right hand came up to your ribcage under your shirt and you shivered at his cold touch. his left hand still playing with you under your skirt. 

you moaned softly into his mouth, eliciting him to bite your bottom lip. this whole thing felt like a positive feedback loop; one of you moans only for the other to react in the same way, and over again. 

"doux..", you seperated for air and leaned your forehead against his. he removed his hand from under your skirt and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. his hand not leaving your face, and making its way down to your neck. "hm?" "please could we⏤", he kissed you abruptly. you responded immediately. you parted and opened your eyes only to see him looking back at you, eyes glossy with desperation. 

you smirked and turned around to face him. you connected your lips again and placed your knee between his legs, making him groan. you placed your hands on his chest to support yourself and he held you by the waist. "turn the tv off, please", he broke the kiss and went back down to your neck. you took the remote from the bedside table and switched the tv off.

you were getting more light headed as he kept kissing you, his hand travelled down to your thigh, gripping it tightly. you rocked your hips back and forth slightly as you hummed into his ear the more he nipped at your soft skin. you were driving him crazy and he wanted so much more of you. he wanted all of you. "pl..please y/n you're driving me mad" "what do you think you're doing to me?".

you pulled away from him, "give me your tie". normally, he would have asked why but he simply complied and started loosening his necktie, in the most attractive way possible. he removed it and gave it to you. you took it and smashed your lips into his. "fuck", he mumbled into your mouth. "you're really something, yknow that", he asked, rhetorically, when you broke away. 

you smiled again and got off his lap, walking to your door and placing the tie on the door handle. "what's that supposed to do?", he asked, walking up behind you now. you faced him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "it tells zoe not to bother us", you said and pulled him back into a kiss. "smart girl", he murmured. 

he guided you towards the foot of the bed and sat you down. "can i touch you?", he pleaded, not taking his lips off yours, "please?".

you remembered how he touched you before and rubbed your thighs together at the thought of him doing it again. you hummed into his mouth and mumbled, "yes please". his hand moved down to your thigh and rose up slowly, reaching the hem of your skirt, and tugging on it slightly. 

you removed your skirt for him, leaving your legs cold and barren, only wearing your panty. your pretty, lace, black panty. to be frank, the day after last saturday's party, you and zoe went shopping and stopped at the lingerie store. you bought a set of black lingerie specifically for him, not that you'd ever admit it. 

his lips parted from yours as he looked down at the pool he created between your legs, and smirked as you tried rubbbing your thighs again to create friction. "do you really want me to touch you, darling?", he whispered in your ear. 

you gasped as he bit down on your neck, forming a purple mark, similar to what he did last week. his index finger hooked the string of your panty and slowly pulled down. you shivered at the cold air hitting your folds. his lips were still attached to your neck, but his fingers found your opening and rubbed around your clit. "doux..hurry u..up", you breathed. 

he went back up to your ear and whispered, huskily, "patience, sweetheart". your titled your head back a bit and breathed out. without any more hesitation, he inserted his first digit into you, getting a loud gasp from you. soon, his second, and then his third, just like before. 

your moans were melodious to him. you pulled his head back up and kissed him as his other hand roamed under your shirt. he pumped faster, his long fingers hitting just the right spot. "doux fuck~", you moaned as you threw your head back in pleasure. he loved seeing you like this. moaning his name, his fingers in you. he was the one giving you pleasure. fuck, it was turning him on. though, to be fair, almost anything you did turned him on. 

he tried surpressing his own moans to not drown yours out, that he loved hearing. 

a heat started filling your lower stomach. the kind that was going to flush out of you soon, very soon. he dipped down to kiss and suck on your collarbones, sliding the loose shirt off your shoulders. "doux i'm- fuck. d-doux", you started growing light headed as his pace increased. 

he knew you were going to climax, and he wanted you to. but not with his fingers. he removed his fingers quickly, robbing you of an orgasm.  "hisirdoux, i swear to god, if you don't let me come", he attached his lips to yours quickly, and started moving down. 

kissing your neck, your collarbones, lifting your shirt up to kiss the place right under your boobs, and he kept going down. kissing lower and lower until he reached your clit again. you sucked in a breath and carded your hand through his dyed locks. 

he held both of your thighs tightly, like he was trying to keep you from running away, not that you ever would. and started kissing the spot right above your knee, going up slowly. the higher he got, the sloppier his kisses became. 

he placed open mouthed kisses up your inner thighs. "doux...", you whined. he didn't raise his head but you could practically hear his smirk. finally, he reached your folds. he kissed around your clit and you moaned, tugging his hair as a result. "pl..please doux", you wanted him. you wanted him to eat you out so bad. and he complied, inserting his tongue in your folds. licking and kissing you, the sounds of wet skin became louder. 

not as loud as you were moaning though. you knew that this was horrible for his ego but you couldn't help it. he had a way of making you feel so damn good. 

"fuck baby", his words vibrated in your pussy, sending you even higher. you arched your back as he gripped your thighs even harder. you moans became higher in pitch as you were nearing your climax again. 

"you better let me come this time, casperan", you said. he chuckled, deeply and kissed you harder, in the perfect spot. "aah! d..do that again. please", you pleaded. and he did, and again. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moaning in ecstasy. 

"i'm cl-close..", you said, pulling on his hair harder now. "cum for me, darling. please", he mumbled against your lips. you let out a final moan as you hit your limit. you exhaled a shuddered breath as you opened your eyes to see him wiping his lips, smirking. 

it just hit you what happened and you quickly covered your vagina with your shirt, trying to not make eye-contact with him. he rose, slowly, and leaned in close to you, lifting your chin up with his finger. "was that not good for you, love?", he asked, fully knowing the answer. you had a hard time focusing on him and your legs were quivering. he leaned in close to your ear and said, "i think you liked it", sending a shiver up your spine. 

he placed his right hand in between your thighs and carressed it slightly. he knew he was in control here, but not for long. you pulled him back into a kiss and slid your hand down his shirt, slowly. you reached his belt and went even lower to place your palm on his erection. you could feel his dick twitch inside his pants and you smirked into the kiss. 

you started rubbing his bulge, eliciting him to groan into your mouth. you bit down on his lower lip and slid your tongue into his mouth. he couldn't have asked for anything better, but he got it anyways. 

you started unbuckling his belt and took it off slowly. undoing his pants, you parted from the kiss. you looked at him, eyes closed, he bit his lip slightly to keep from moaning. you went to the shell of his ear and kissed it once, "sit down". he did as told.

you placed yourself on his thigh and locked eyes. now, this wasn't a competition but neither of you wanted to look away. his eyes were filled with longing. he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him a few minutes ago. he was the first one to break as you started palming him over his boxers. "fuck", he mumbled, barely over a whisper. you slid down his underwear and he broke free. 

you had assumed that he would be an average length but no, a solid nine inches of slender, throbbing, cock sprung free. you leaned in and kissed him again. his hands went up to your waist, under your shirt and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. you moaned as he sucked on your tongue with his own. you delicately touched the tip of his cock, smiling at how he twitched at that. 

"so sensitive...", you mumbled into the kiss. you traced your fingers softly over his length. he knew why you were teasing him, the same way he did to you. but fuck, he wanted you. he needed you to touch him. 

"pl..ease y/n", he breathed. you stroked him along his length, circling his tip at times. he threw his head back as you pumped him faster. you couldn't help but smile at how good you were making him feel. 

you decided to buck your hips back and forth on his thigh to drive him over the edge. and it worked. you were driving him crazy. his mind started to fog as you were grinding against his thigh. to add insult to injury, you started moaning too, being stimulated in a lovely way by riding his thigh. the friction against your clit was perfect. 

he honestly didn't know how much more of this he could take. but he didn't want to come. not just yet. he wanted the feeling of your warm hand on his cock. he wanted the feeling of your wet pussy grinding against his thigh. he wanted to hear your moans as you pleasured not only him, but yourself too. 

unfortunately, his body couldn't take it anymore as his dick started twitching more, signaling his soon release. "i think i...i'm cumming- fuck-", he was a stuttering mess. and you loved it.

"go on, pretty boy", you said out loud and leaned in close to his ear. "cum for me", you whispered into his ear and kissed it. that was truly it for him. he groaned and felt his release coming in a few seconds. with a final touch to his tip, he reached his release and came in your hand. with that, he layed down on the bed, exhaling hard. 

with your newfound confidence, you took off your shirt and wiped the white liquid on it, before throwing it your floor. you leaned forward and placed your hands on his abdomen to support yourself, "douxie?". 

he opened his eyes and they widened in surprise, seeing you on top on him, in a lacy, black bralette, so loose that the strap was coming down your shoulder, that innocent look in your eyes. you weren't innocent, not by a long shot. and he knew that. but he wanted to corrupt you. he threw his head back as your hands started tracing up his shirt, undoing his buttons. 

when you reached the top most button, you leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "can you fuck me?", you kissed his ear, "please?", and again, moving down to his collarbones. he was stunned. you were just covering your wet pussy with your t-shirt a while ago, and now you've asked him such a bold request. not that he was going to decline. 

he grabbed your hip with one hand and your face with the other. he turned your face towards him and he crashed your lips into his, getting a moan out of you. he was getting hard already, and you were probably wetter than ever. you did mean it. you wanted him to fuck you. and he did too. his other hand went down to your thigh and started trailing back up. 

it was these moments when he touched you that reminded you how you were feeling. and right now, you were still a bit embarressed. you had barely rode him and you were still so wet. throbbing and pulsing, he inserted one finger into you again. you gasped into the kiss. 

he was done being teased and was ready to be in control again. he flipped you over so he was on top, and inserted his second finger into you. you tried rubbing your thighs together but he put his hand in between your legs. "now now, darling. i thought you wanted me to fuck you". his hand trailed up to stop right under your bra. he leaned in and kissed the spot. then bit it softly, sucking on the spot to leave it dark red. 

you were in a frenzy. his slender fingers were still pumping in and out of you, he was still giving you hickeys along your rib cage and stomach. you arched your back and threw your head back. 

"pl...please fuck me- doux..". he chuckled again, inserting his third finger, trying to drive you to the edge. "st-stop playing with me", you stuttered, completely a mess. 

"cum for me, lovely", he said, and kissed you up your stomach until he reached your bralet lace. "f-fuck~", you were close. you wanted to climax. and his fingers were working their magic on you. 

you had to finish. you had to cum. so you did. you gripped the bedsheet as you released, your back lowering from an arched position as your legs started shaking slightly. 

he stared at your cum on his fingers before licking it off with his tongue. god, his tongue can do wonders. "you still want me to fuck you, y/n?", he asked, staring at your shaking legs. 

"please", you pleaded. you were the desperate one now. and fuck, it turned him on. seeing you under him, legs shaking, covered in hickeys, and still gripping the bedsheet. all because of him. 

it took you by surprise when he took out a condom from his pocket and opened it with his mouth. "you brought a fucking condom?", you asked, partially rhetorically. "i didn't bring it. adam slipped it in my pocket when i told him i was coming here", you laughed a bit. adam was always rooting for the two of you. now that you thought about it, it was adam's idea to have the both of you parttake in seven minutes in heaven at the party. goddammit. well, in this case, you were sort of glad he medled. 

"do you not want me to use it?", he asked, he stopped putting it on halfway. "no no. use it", he smiled and put it on fully. you sat up slightly to kiss him, to which he gladly returned. you peeled off his shirt and then took off your own bralette. 

you were completely naked in front of him. fuck, if it was even possible, he got even harder. before even touching you, he threw his head back and bit his lip. "fuck" "what?", you thought you did something wrong. he went down to your chest and kissed you around your nipple, his hands pulling you closer by your waist, "you're gonna be the fucking death of me, y/n". you rolled your eyes. partly because of his comment, but mainly because his kisses felt so good. 

you held his shoulders and layed back down, pulling you with him to the point where he was hovering over you. you took him by the chin and connected you lips into a very sloppy kiss. 

"can i?", he asked into the kiss. you mumbled a verification, not breaking away and gasped when he started inserting himself into you. "fuck- doux!", you moaned as he inserted his full length. "you okay?", he asked after giving you a minute to adjust to him. "fuck..", that was the only thing to could say. without moving at all, he was already hitting your g-spot. "y-yeah, i'm good..", he leaned into you and kissed you again. 

your tongues moved in sync, just as your bodies did. after a few minutes, you needed air and broke apart from him, a string of saliva connects your lips. you cried out as his hand reached your clit, rubbing it slightly. as if his dick wasn't enough, you were in a state of pure euphoria. "f-fuck, does this feel good, love?" you wanted to ride him. you wanted to be on top. so you placed your hands on his shoulder blades and flipped him over. 

to say he was surprised would be an understatement. his eyes widened as they came back into focus. he always thought you were beautiful. gorgeous. but god, you were so pretty like this. he threw his head back, gripping your sides with his hands as you rode him. he loved this. no, that was an understatement. he never wanted this to end. you riding him, he loved seeing the marks he left on you, your boobs bouncing slightly as you picked up the pace. fuck he loved this. 

you ghosted your fingertips over his v-line , he sucked in a sharp breath. "i love when you touch me, sweetheart" "is that so?", you asked as you lowered yourself to kiss him along his lean figure. he was extremely thin, but toned. you placed kisses along the valley of his abs and it drove him mad. 

he groaned and moaned your name the more you did it, occasionally biting him and licking over the spot immediately after. you asked him to sit up and he did so, moaning as you both were reaching your climax. 

you pulled him into a kiss and he recirpocated, before going lower and kissing down your boobs again. your head rolled back as he sucked on your breast. "i-i'm close" "can i..", he looked at you now, "..inside you?". you smiled and kissed him again, "of course.", you whispered in his ear, "i'm all yours, baby". he threw his head back for the hundreth time tonight at your voice. it was angelic to him. and when you moaned, he felt like he would die right then and there. 

you felt his dick twitch inside you, knowing he was close. "can you cum doux. inside me. please?", you asked, kissing his neck. he did as told and came inside you. you followed suit a few minutes later, arching your back as you hit your orgasm. 

you removed yourself from him and sat on his thighs, he was still holding you up. "that was...something", he mumbled as he rested your foreheads together. "yeah..". you couldn't verbalize how great that was. were you selfish if you wanted more? maybe his tongue again. you had forgotten how good his tongue made you feel. but you knew you couldn't do anything for the next few minutes. your pussy was still wet, but swollen from everything you had done. besides, you couldn't just ask him, right? 

you both sat in silence for a few minutes, still hugging each other and covered in a thin layer of sweat, even though the ac was on. he abruptly gave you a quick peck on the lips and said, "i'm gonna go to the bathroom okay?", you nodded and got off his lap. he put his pants back on and walked to the bathroom. 

you threw yourself back on your head, facing the ceiling. you sighed heavily and closed your eyes, thinking about everything that took place, eyes shooting open when you recalled his tongue. that felt so good. the way he gripped your thighs tightly. the way his tongue circled in and around your clit. the way he parted your folds with his mouth. you didn't think you could get so wet this quickly, but you wanted it. you wanted him. 

you reached down your stomach, grazing your hips, and your inner thighs. you sucked in a breath as your fingers reached your clit. you rubbed on your bud, whimpering a bit as you rubbed your thighs together. you were so wet that you could insert a finger with no problems, but that wasn't enough. you gripped the bedsheet above your head as you put in two more fingers, gasping slightly. your eyes closed, tightly as you arched your back again. 

you pumped your fingers in and out the same way douxie had done and circled inside your pussy. you wanted to moan, so bad, but you didn't want him to hear you. you bit down on your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your hand as you touched yourself more. you were in a trance and moaned out, "fuck- doux.. mmh j..just like that..please". you were so close to your climax that you didn't even hear the bathroom door opening between your moans. 

your eyes remained close and your toes curled as you were going to come again.  "aah! mm-fuck!", you cried out as you hit your release. your knees started shaking as you lowered them. "fuck", you exhaled, opening your eyes. "thanks for the show, darling", you neck snapped in the direction of his voice. he was standing against your wall, leaning with his arms crossed. fuck he was hot. he was standing shirtless, in his suit pants. 

your lowered your arms to cover your swollen pussy, dripping with your juices. "h-how long were you standing there?", he started walking towards you, "long enough". he stood at the foot of the bed again and dragged you close to him by your legs, leaning down to kiss the shell of your ear. "do you want me to touch you again?", he asked. you wanted to tell him off for staring at you, touching yourself. but fuck, you wanted him to touch you again. "y-yes please", you stuttered as he placed open mouthed kisses along your neck, going down to your collarbones. 

"hm, how?", his voice rang through your ears as he kissed your breast, biting it slightly, going down to your rib cage. he made you a stuttering mess, "w..with your tongue...please, doux...i want⏤", a gasp escaped you as he started sucking on the inside of your thigh. 

"whatever you want, my love", he gripped your thighs like he did before. his lips reached your pussy. still soaking and red. "w-wait doux. too s..soon", you tried saying but he started kissing your clit anyway. he hummed against your folds, the vibrations driving you crazy. "f..fuck doux. pl..please mmh~", you decided it was useless trying to retalliate so you just enjoyed it. 

he made you feel so good. and he loved it. he looked up slightly to see your head thrown back, eyes closed, and back curved. he was doing this to you. he was making you feel this good. and he loved it. his tongue slipped in and out of your pussy, wet with cum and arousal. 

he loved the taste of your slick. it tasted so sweet to him. you tasted so sweet to him. "fuck", he mumbled into your pussy, "you taste so good, baby". 

"i'm c..cumming. d-doux w..w -ah!", he picked up the pace as he started sucking on your folds. the sound of wet skin slapping against his tongue filled the room."go on, love, cum", you did as told, reaching your climax for the fourth time because of him. 

he kissed your clit one last time before raising his head. you lifted his chin and connected your lips together, quite forcefully, unconcerned with where his mouth was a few seconds ago. 

this kiss was different than before. it was not filled with lust or longing, but with passion and understanding. you seperated and placed your heads together. "you're really good at that", you were the first to speak. he chuckled a bit before taking your hand from his face and planting a kiss to the back of it. "i'm glad you enjoyed it, y/n".

"y/n! can you come here?", you heard zoe's voice call you from her room. you laughed at douxie's horrified expression. "relax, she's not gonna kill you" "are you sure?" "well, she might when i tell her, but for now, no she won't. so i suggest leaving", you hand made a shooing motion. 

he quickly put his shirt back on, only doing three buttons as your put on a new shirt and underwear. "just a minute, zo", you called out so she wouldn't get suspicious.

"what about my tie?", he asked, before going out the window again. "i'll give it to you tomorrow", you kissed him on the lips briefly, "now go!". he smiled and pecked your forehead before wishing you a good night and going out the same way he came in. 

he was a great muse.

[sunnyyyyyyyynnus]

"Will You Marry Me?"

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Pairing: Douxie x Fem!Reader

Warning: none i can i think of

Summary: Doux proposes in the middle of a battle cus it's "romantic" and also cus there's a chance one of you could die

A/n: ( this is based of off Elizabeth and Will's wedding in Pirates of the Caribbean) I know that during the battle, both Douxie and Merlin were off fighting Morgana but for the sake of this oneshot, just pretend that they fought the Gumm-Gumm army for a bit, about 20 minutes or so, alright?

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There are four Gumm-Gumm trolls surrounding me and I'm having trouble fighting them off. I've taken down two but another one has already taken their place. Suddenly Douxie appears next to me and helps me take all of them down. As soon as the last toll has been turned to stone, I turn to go and help the others but Douxie grabs my arm and pulls me towards him. He stares at me for a second, gasping for breath before he asks, raising his voice so that I can hear him, "Y/n, will you marry me?"

I stand still for moment, my mouth hanging open. My body is numb and I feel as though my brain has stopped functioning. Hisirdoux Casperan, the guy I've been in love with for over nine-hundred years, just asked me to marry him. In the middle of a battle. How romantic.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I see a troll running in my direction, sword raised. Douxie lets go of my arm as I spin around to shoot the oncoming troll with my magic, screaming over my shoulder, shock still evident in my voice "I DON'T THINK NOW'S THE BEST TIME!"

"NOW MAY BE THE ONLY TIME!" Douxie responds, turning another troll to stone with his sky blue magic. We both take down another troll before Douxie grabs my arm again, this time pulling me so close to him that our noses almost touch "I love you" he says, staring into my eyes and I feel a blush creep up the bridge of my nose as I gaze back into his beautiful eyes.

He lets go of me yet again to shoot down a troll that just came out of nowhere before grabbing my shoulders and turning me around so that my back is to the trees "I've made my choice, what's yours?"

I stare at him, lost in thought: I love him, I really do, but...there are so many things that could happen, things that could hurt both of us, things that could go terribly wrong. But you love him, and he loves you, isn't that enough?  a small voice whispers in my mind, and with that, I've made my choice.

"MERLIN!"

Ignoring the very confused expression on Douxie's face, I spin on my heel to face Merlin who's fighting five trolls at once "MARRY US!" I scream in his direction.

Blasting all five trolls away from him, Merlin turns to me and yells "I'M A LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!"

He then turns to blast a spell at a troll that came from behind him as Douxie and I fight off more Gumm-Gumms "MERLIN! NOW!" Douxie screeches at the wizard.

"FINE THEN!" he turns two more trolls to stone before clambering onto a large boulder and stands there, shooting at a few more trolls. Douxie shoots at one more troll before grabbing my waist and pressing my  back against his chest. He smiles down at me as my face turns pink.

"DEARLY BELOVED! WE ARE GATHERED HERE TODAY..." A troll lunges at the older wizard who dodges just in time "...TO SEND YOU CREATURES OF HELL BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" yells Merlin as he shoots a spell at the Gumm-Gumm.

Doux and I share an eyeroll as he lets go of me so that we can attack the trolls that are surrounding us "Y/f/n, do you take me to be your husband?" "I do!" I reply. Douxie beams at me "Great!" 

Several more trolls swing their swords at us like a bunch of untrained five year old children, but we dodge them easily and shoot our spells "Hisirdoux Casperan! Do you take me..." I dodge a sword and kick a shin "...To be your wife..." Douxie takes my hand and spins me around so that I can get a clearer shot at an oncoming troll "...In sickness and in health..." Douxie spins me back to him and hits a troll with the pointier part of his staff "...With health being the less likely?"

Hitting a couple more trolls so that there aren't anymore around us, Douxie answers "I do!"

"AS MASTER WIZARD I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU..." All three of us shoot the same spell at more trolls running towards us "YOU MAY KISS!" I pick up a fallen sword and stab a troll with it. Douxie traps another troll while Merin shoots three different spells, one after the other "YOU MAY KISS!" Douxie and I are standing back to back, fending off the Gumm-Gumms while Merlin turns to help Arthur "JUST KISS!" He yells over his shoulder before rushing off to help the others, a smile forming on his face. Douxie creates a small shield around us and turns to me, but before he can do anything, I grab his arm and pull him to me this time, placing my lips on his. He kisses me back deeply. Somewhere near us, I hear Steve shouting "HEY LANCE LOOK LOOK! AWWWWWWW" and I hear some clapping but at the same time, I barely register it. All the sounds around us are fading away and it's just me and Douxie, now and hopefully forever.

Douxie pulls back, but not too far, and presses his forehead against mine. "I love you" he smiles and I reply with a smile in return and a kiss on his cheek. "Y'know, as much as I'd love to stay here with you" I say "we've got a battle to win" I gesture to everything that's going on beyond his shield. Nodding in agreement, he lifts the spell, but not before kissing me one more time.

We run off into the battle, and I'll admit, despite the happiness, I'm scared. But I know that we'll get through this. Together.

[charlemagne-the-devourer]

Slight problem

Summary: An encounter with a certain wizard brings back some old memories.

A/N: This is my first official fanfiction, and I'm sure it's bad, but I'm posting it anyway, so please enjoy !

I was walking down the halls of Camelot, just looking for things to do. Since it was pretty late and most of the gang were sleeping, I kept my footsteps light so I won't wake anyone.

"Oh, fuzzbuckets."

I heard someone exclaimed as I turned around a corner, knowing who it was. I quickened my pace to see what the commotion was about.

However, the scene was much more endearing than what I suspected.

There, in the middle of the throne room, Douxie, my beloved idiot. Has somehow managed to get covered with some kind of slim and got stuck onto one of the columns.

'Well, well, well, what do we have here?'

Upon noticing my arrival, Douxie looked at me with an embarrassed smile, "Hey love, yeah interesting story, one for another time....can you please get me down, please?"

I casted a levitation spell and got him down with ease, giggling I walked up to him and checked for injuries, luckily he was fine.

"Now, can you tell me what happened? I thought you were on night patrol. " I asked

Douxie chuckled "I finished patrol and ran into a slight problem."

"By slight problem, he means a large group of Shadow Mephits." said archie, how did I not notice him here before

"Oh, come on, arch, it wasn't that bad." Douxie argued.

"Alright, whatever you say, darling, I'm just glad you guys made it back in one piece." I replied with a laugh.

Douxie looked at me with a small smile and something else in his eyes. "You have always come to my rescue, haven't you?"

"Well, I can't let my little douxie get in too much trouble, can't I?" We laughed at the joke as I recall the time something similar happened at the exact location when the moon was bright as tonight.

12th century Camelot

I finished my duties in the castle that day, and the sun had set, and the moon was up. I was skipping down the hall, heading towards my chamber, as I heard a loud bang followed by a soft 'fuzzbuckets'

I raced towards the sound, hoping to help whoever made that sound. I arrived at the throne room and saw a boy around my age surrounded by an older squire, and judging by the bucket on the floor and slorr juice on the squire, one would assume he has spilled the slorr juice onto the squire. And he is clearly in trouble.

"l..I'm really sorry, a..and it won't happen again I promise." the boy spoke in a high-pitched voice, and his voice cracked a bit at the end.

I walked up to them and spoke in the sweetest voice I could master, "Evening gentlemen, what seems to be the problem here."

The squire turned to my direction and said, "Ah, my dear, what is a fair lady as yourself doing here at this time of night."

I tried not to vomit at his disgusting attitude and put on a sweet smile " Well, kind squire, I am mearly looking for someone. You there, come with me, we shall depart immediately."

The boy immediately got up to his feet and followed me. Once we were out of sight, I turned to him, but before I could say anything, his said something which surprised me.

"Am I in trouble?"

I was taken off guard, "Pardon?" I asked

"Did I do something wrong, why else would you be sent to fetch me, and.."

"No, no, I saw you were in need of help back there, so I wanted to help you. I'm y/n. What's your name?"

"Hisirdoux Casperan." The boy replied

Y/n and Douxie shaked hands as they became friends, and the rest is history.

[troublesometrollhunters]

Hoping to add to the Halloween asks!

What if the gang met a spirit of Halloween, not unlike Jack skellington or the scary godmother. They're job is to ensure Halloween is a night of fright and scares and fun! But gets distracted by the trollhunters, aliens and wizards :3

You were used to Wizards and Trolls but aliens were a new one. As you stared at the odd group of supernatural (trolls, goblins, gnomes), extraterrestrials (Akridions), and regular humans you hummed tilting your head.

You'd been summoned accidentally by Doxuie so you were tagging along with him and the others for a little Halloween mischief. It all intrigued you truly. Even someone like you could learn something new you supposed.

"So Halloween spirit? That must be an odd job." Douxie hums as he eats a nougat nummy you'd summoned.

"I find it fun. Fall is more where I come from but Halloween gives me an extra boost. Sinigad and other Fall hoildays also give me power." You respond smiling as you float nearby him sitting midair with your legs cross legged.

"... Right. So I've never met a spirit like you." The wizard says observing you curiously. Looking at him you hummed orange light flickering as you went into deep thought. Smirk on your lips you remembered who this Wizard was related too and chuckled.

"Merlins a grinch." You answer truthfully a bit of snark in your voice as you explain.

"That... That would explain a lot." Giggling Douxie smiles before you go back to watching everyone trick or treat.

"I could summon them way more candy than their getting." You say offhandedly as you rub your hands together.

"Bet." Douxie states as he begins typing on his box. A phone you think. You smirk as Douxie gets a response and suddenly begins summoning candy. The kids begin running house from house, the adults joining in.

"Alright Wizard. Lets go." You hum slowly summoning pieces as the game begins.

[daydream-believin]

ok but,,,, douxie,,, and reader,,,, making out ;)

(i need a fic p l e a s e)

magenta makeout

summary: still feeling the rush of a performance, douxie takes you backstage, or well, under the stage, to give you a little attention.

warnings: this is def the spiciest thing ive ever written, that being said its not n/s/f/w per se, but uh, makeout, biting, handsy doux, uhhh, yeah

a/n: ask and you shall receive, but o/////o o/////o o/////o

your world was a bright, neon magenta. all the lights were bright, quite literally turning your vision rose colored, and yet it still somehow managed to be dark in this corner under the stage. dark enough to feasibly conceal you and your boyfriend to a certain degree, but you supposed that’s probably why he dragged you down here in the first place.

douxie’s hands gripped your waist. his fingertips dug into your flesh with how tightly he was pulling your bodies together, it almost hurt. his lips were just as rough against yours. a bit sloppy, but you loved that. the feeling of his lips moving in tandem with yours was driving you wild. with an troublesome grin, douxie bit down on your bottom lip and pulled at it gently. cheeky.

you retaliated by separating yourself from his mouth, moving down just below his jaw. douxie could feel your hot breath against the sensitive area and shivered. he felt your nose brush against his neck before he felt the sensation of your tongue. doux let out an adorable squeak as you gently bit down, and you apologized with your tongue as you began sucking the tender skin, surely leaving behind a little purple bruise. you moved further downward to right above his collarbone, making sure to drag your teeth along his flesh. douxie was vocal in his appreciation.

the music was so loud. but that was good. it concealed the embarrassing noises. but lucky lucky you, you’re close enough to still hear every sound that left his throat. you moved back up to meet his lips, stifling it in the moment.

your lips pressed firmly against his, but that wouldn’t do at all. you snaked your hand up to drag you fingers through his scalp, in turn dragging out a guttural moan from douxie’s lips. which gave you the opportunity to slip your tongue past his teeth. your noses were squishing a little too close together, so douxie tipped his face in adjustment ever so slightly, before meeting your tongue with his. he tasted like mint, as he slid his tongue over yours. hmmm, he must have popped one in his mouth before his gig. don’t want to coat a mic in bad breath. douxie let you push your way into his mouth, letting you think you’d won, before he started sucking on your tongue. your grip on his hair tightened. and as much as you both enjoyed this, you were out of air.

as you both reluctantly pulled away, gasping for air, your breaths mingled and you noticed some fog. the music had changed, some stomping here and there, the next gig had started. but the magenta lighting was there to stay it seemed. no matter. the fog added to the atmosphere. not that you two even acknowledged any of it, you were too wrapped up in each other. douxie took a few steps backwards, confusing you at first, until he sat down on a large unused amp (a speaker? you weren’t too sure nor did you care). doux beckoned you back to him, and as you obeyed, he took you by the arm before pulling you into his lap. you got comfortable straddling him and wasted no time as you began snogging once again.

you never actually intended for it to get this heated. at least not why you where still here, backstage after a gig, while his friends where still around, waiting up for him. you couldn’t help it. douxie just looked so pretty. all cleaned up for the performance. well, clean wasn’t the word. sexy? the point is no one can blame you for taking your sweet time when an incredibly hot punk rocker pulled you into a semi-private space for the express purpose of kissing you. you.

he smelled the cologne his bandmate sprayed on him earlier. douxie wasn’t one for stuff like that, but his friend had insisted he “smell like a rockstar” as they put it. you weren’t minding that at all though. you thought douxie always smelled like a rockstar, just by virtue of it was him. he disagreed, thinking you thought a little too highly of him.

but that post-gig adrenaline high had gotten into the rocker, if it wasn’t evident by now. douxie was dripping in confidence. which had made him a little bold, as repeatedly captured your lips with his. his hands roamed down your sides, over your ribs and your waist, before giving your ass a squeeze. you were a little surprised at this, douxie rarely got this handsy, but it was a welcome surprise.

your lips moved together like a delicate dance, fluid and practiced. not always graceful, but immensely beautiful. douxie’s touch was the most familiar thing to you. you couldn’t get enough of it. your saliva mingled with his, your lungs breathed in his air. you could stay like this forever. unfortunately, forever was cut short as doux broke the kiss.

but he wasn’t done by any means. doux returned the favor from earlier, leaving a mark on your pretty neck. you didn’t think he’d let you leave here without one did you. you let out a little moan as he nipped at the flesh. a grin spread across douxie’s face. he looked up at you, hazel eyes sparkling. you flushed, as if you hadn’t just spent all this time stuffing your tongues down each other’s throats. you averted your gaze, tracing the tattoos on his shoulders. a shiver ran down douxie’s spine. he took a deep breath.

“darling?”

you nodded to him.

“there’s something i wanted to tell you tonight.”

normally words like that would provoke anxiety, but you had a good feeling about this. “yeah?”

“i— i love you.”

your eyes were saucers. you? he loves you? how in deya’s grace did you get so lucky. how did you pull this off??

douxie didn’t take your lack of response too well, “i— uh, don’t worry, you don’t have to say it back,, if, you’re not ready... or—“

“i love you too.” you cut him off.

“hisirdoux casperan i love you too.”

douxie’s face lit up like christmas. “you do?”

“i do.” the grin on your face hurt.

bzzz bzzz douxie’s back pocket interrupted. he grumbled as he checked the phone. it was his bandmates, wondering where the hell he was. his brows scrunched together in annoyance. it was so cute.

“ah, it looks like we’ve got to go back and join the others, my love.”

you giggled at the emphasis he put on that new pet name. new butterflies joined the ones already in residence in your stomach. you could get used to that.

“awww, but i was having so much fun.” you teased.

you left the venue, away from the light. but you still felt magenta.

[nyxicnymph]

Pairing: Douxie x Reader

Prompt: It’s Valentine’s Day and Reader is waiting patiently for their date to show up. Time goes by and they’re still just sitting there. Waiting. Before they know it, it’s dark outside and Douxie, one of the wait staff, is having to tell them that they’re closing up for the night.

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I'll Be Here for You, No Matter What

Ratings: T and up Gender Neutral reader Warnings: Light angst, abandonment Notes: This is a good one. I can't project too hard onto it but I can emphasize. This is gonna be fun.

You walked up to the nicest restaurant in Arcadia, Mr. Banoit's, dressed up in the nicest warm clothes you had. You were practically vibrating with excitement. Finally, after a month of waiting, and stressing, you'd confessed! And now you were finally going to meet your flame and officially ask them out.

You quickly claimed a seat and a table outside, and when your waiter came, you were happy to see your best buddy Douxie. He smiled at you.

"Hello there, love, waiting for someone?"

You nod, and play with your hands. "I'm finally going to ask them out, for real this time. I'm nervous, but I think I can do this."

"That's fantastic, mate! Arch and I are rooting for you!" Douxie cheered, tucking his notepad away and giving you a double thumbs up.

You waited for your date to show up as the sun climbed higher and higher. Then, the sun started to sink, and so did your hopes. Eventually, night fell.

Douxie came out of the building, but you didn't even bother to look at him. He gently put his hand on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, mate, but we're closing now, and you can't stay here," he said quietly.

"I thought that they'd come. I really did." Your voice was flat, all the excitement and energy drained out.

Douxie helped you out of the chair, and took note of the tear tracks glistening in the light of a street lamp. He pulled you into a hug.

"They have done a nasty, horrible thing to you. Say the word, and I will make sure it never happens again. Hurting you should be freaking illegal."

You started sobbing into his hoodie. "I had such high hopes! I was so sure I'd finally get to be happy! I'd finally get to experience what everyone else does! But no one loves me... No one wants me!" You trailed off into incoherent sobs while Douxie rubbed his hand up and down your back in a soothing motion.

"How could you say no one loves you, Y/n? I'm right here for you, like I've always been." Douxie whispered under his breath, assuming your sobs and wails would cover up his unmeditated confession.

His heart sped up, however, when he realized you'd stopped crying. You pulled back and looked at him.

"What did you say?"

Douxie released you and looked away. "Ahah. Nothing."

You wiped your eyes and looked at the ground. You didn't want to pry, but you didn't want to guilt trip your best friend. So you turned away and picked up your items.

"Thanks, Douxie," you said, not looking at him. "I'll see you around. Tell Archie I said hi."

As you turned to leave, a hand caught your wrist. You turned to see Douxie rubbing the back of his neck. "Actually, can I walk you home?"

You paused, then nodded, not particularly wanting to be alone tonight. Doux bounced on the balls of his feet, and ran backwards a few steps. "Excellent, I have to grab my things!" He ran into the restaurant and almost immediately returned. "Okay, then, let's be off!"

You walked in silence together through the streets of Arcadia. Douxie was humming some tune, but it trailed off as you drew near to your home. Finally, as you were almost at your doorstep, Douxie cleared his throat.

"Actually, Y/n, I did say something earlier, and I know you already know I did, but I'm going to say it properly this time." He turned and placed himself in front of you on the sidewalk. "I'm here for you. I always have been. I'm here because I love you, and have for a long time now. And I know this is a horrible time, and I don't want you to pick me just because it's convenient. But I wanted you to know. I'm here. As I have always been."

A moment passed, and then you whispered, "Thank you, Douxie."

You both knew that you weren't ready for something like this yet, so soon after being stood up. That was okay. Douxie could wait. He was good at that.

A year later, a blue and black ribboned bouquet of violets sat at your door, with a scrabbly note asking "Will you be my Valentine, darling?"

You ran to Benoit's and jumped into Douxie's arms, ecstatic.

He laughed and smoothed your hair out of your face. "So, is that a yes?"

You laugh and poke a chocolate into his mouth. "Yes!"

~Fin~

[houdinicorbini]

Movie date

Hisirdoux x Gn! Reader

Trigger warnings// fluff

“Come on, Douxie!” You call out to your boyfriend with a playful smile.

“We are going to be late if you don’t hurry!”

“I’m coming!” You heard him yell back with a slight chuckle in his tone.

You were waiting for your fashionably late boyfriend in the doorway of the apartment the two of you shared.

You were kinda curious on why he was taking so long. He doesn’t normally take this long ;especially when it comes to the two of you going on a date.

You were about to say something else when you saw him exit the bedroom with Archie on his shoulder. It was a rather adorable sight actually.

You were always curious on why Archie had glasses but you assumed that it was just a cosmetic and that they weren’t real glasses.

It sounded like he was talking to someone else while he was in there, but you decided to brush it off and not overthink it.

“Are you finally ready?” You asked while prying yourself off of the doorframe you had to wait so long that it felt like you were glued to it.

“Yes I am.” Douxie said before intertwining his fingers with yours. A part of you wanted to pull your hand away as punishment or taking so long, but you also wanted to hold his hand so you let it slide.

“Good, because another two minutes and I would have been walking out by myself.” You said in a joking tone ;even though sometimes it can be difficult to tell when you are joking. You’re glad that he knows you well enough to know when you are joking.

He put his hand on his chest before doing a dramatic gasp. “You would leave us behind just to go and see a movie?” He said with fake shock.

“Yes, especially if you are going to make us late.” You said before giving a him a boop and leading them out the door.

You heard a him chuckle as you continued to take the lead. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” You mumbled quietly.

Archie jumped off of his shoulder so the two of you could leave. You didn’t see this but Archie gave Douxie a quick wink before the door was closed.

You two decided to watch a late night movie so it was already well after dark when the three of you finally left.

There weren’t that many people out right now given how late it already was.

You didn’t really mind it though, you sometimes preferred it to be like this instead of the usual sea of people.

When you the theater was in sight you let go of your lover’s hand so you could grab your wallet.

“I thought we agreed I’d pay.” He said as he watched you go ahead and get some money out.

“I changed my mind when you decided to take three hours to get ready.”

“It was not three hours.” He quickly pointed out.

“It definitely felt like it.” You shot back.

Normally the two of you didn’t care who pays, sometimes you’ll goof and “fight” one another to see who can pay first, but you quit your job recently because of the unbearable amount of stress.

So you both decided that it might be best to let Douxie pay for a little bit more lately, though, you still felt incredibly bad for it.

“I don’t mind.” He said while placing his hand on your back. It was though as if he could read your mind, though your face was clearly giving away how you felt right now.

You felt him give you a soft peck on the forehead, as a way to try and reassure you that he didn’t mind.

You let out a small sigh before putting some of the money back into your wallet. “At least let me pay for the snacks and drinks.” You at least wanted to do that.

Douxie chuckled and nodded. “Alright.” He said before giving you one more peck.

After getting to the theater, you two bought your tickets and some snacks before the movie started.

Since you didn’t get there exactly when you wanted so the ads should have already started playing by now. You’d be surprised if they hadn’t started yet.

When you entered the room where your movie was playing, you were surprised to see no one there. “It looks like we have the place to ourselves!” You say excitedly before going up to the top to choose the seats.

Douxie just laughed as he followed you up to the top of the seats, one of the many things he loved about you is how excited you were about some of the smallest of things. It really did bring a smile to his face every time it happened.

He took his seat next to before you gave him his drink and selected snacks because you refused to let him carry any of it.

“Thanks, love.” He said before opening up a bag already. You always smiled when he referred to you with any kind of name like that. Even though you two have been dating for a while, it still made you feel all bubbly and giddy on the inside. Which is why he’ll continue to do it.

Eventually the movie started to play, it was supposed to be a horror/thriller but so far you both have been disappointed.

It’s only halfway done and the both of you are determined to sit it out until the movie is over. Though that might be difficult with how boring the movie is to you.

Douxie could tell by looking at you, he also was getting quite bored with the movie. An idea then popped into his head that brought a smirk to his face.

He brought of the armrest that was dividing the both of you, you assumed he only wanted to get closer so you scooted as much as could to him.

You felt him place his arm around you so he could pull you against him. You were about to cuddle up to him when you gently grabbed your chin so you could look at him.

The light from the movie illuminated his face enough to show him looking at you with gentle eyes, but you also quickly noticed a mischievous smirk.

He slowly leaned in, slow enough so you could back out if this isn’t what you wanted, but you learning and filling the gap had him smiling even more.

You placed both of your hands on his chest and tilted you head slightly so you could deepen the kiss. You definitely thought this was better then the movie.

You suddenly felt a pair of soft and warm hands being placed on both of your cheeks before you were gently pushed all the way back onto the seats.

Douxie was the first one to part, both of his cheeks flushed with a rosy red and he was panting ever so slightly. Though, you assumed you probably didn’t look any different.

As he got closer, you assumed things were about to get escalate even more, but it surprised you when switched positions so now you were laying on top of him.

You felt yourself starting to smile as you cuddled your head into his chest and you could feel his arms wrapping themselves around you once more.

You had to admit, this was nice.

After the movie was finally over, the two of you grabbed your things and headed straight home.

It was a rather enjoyable walk back, wasn’t too hot out, the two of you goofing off while continuing to work on your drinks and snacks. Just a pleasant time overall.

You were about to unlock the door to your apartment when it sounded like you heard that same voice from earlier. But it was like they were screaming.

Douxie seemed to get worried because he grabbed the keys from your hands and immediately opened the door.

It was a rather unbelievable sight, what used to be a cat is now a furry dragon running away from a strange creature you’ve never seen before.

The only reason why you knew it was Archie is because of the same glasses.

You saw Douxie run in and help deal with the creature while you were still there standing in complete and utter shock.

After everything was dealt with, Douxie came back over to you with a worried look. “Y/n, are you alright?”

“Maybe they just need some time, Douxie.” Archie said.

Well this has definitely been a very interesting night.

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter seventeen: A Little Bit Of Heaven (17/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n and Douxie return to their old rutine. Jim has to face the tribunal

Word count: 1257

Warnings: no

(Season 2 Episodes: 10, 11)

Song?: Heaven by Mitski

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Y/n sipped Douxie’s leftover tea as he washed the dishes that were used over breakfast. She smiled to herself as she rebelled in the quiet domesticity. They had started to live together when they were just nineteen years old and they had the same small routine for a thousand years. Y/n would wake up and try to untangle herself from Douxie’s grasp only to be unsuccessful and lie there for another half hour until Douxie would turn for the last time in his sleep; then she would join their familiars in the kitchen who would be waiting for her to give them their morning pets even tho, Archie would never admit it; she would make breakfast for everyone: some kind of fish for the dragons-cats and whatever is in style at the time for them with two cups of tea with a little bit of milk because Douxie knows that Y/n always finishes his drink in the morning and he also knows that that’s her favorite morning drink.

“What are you looking at?” He asks without looking up.

“I missed this” she finishes the tea and puts Douxie’s cup in the sink. The familiar movement made her feel complete.

“I missed this too” he smiles.

“He really did” Al jumped on the counter “The first couple of years he would cry to a picture…”

“Ok…Ok…Shoo…shoo” Douxie splashes some water with his fingers making Al jump back to the floor.

“Hey” the cat complained.

“Hey! I wanted to hear the story” Y/n walked to Al and lifted him up “Tell me, Ali. How much did Douxie cry?” Y/n said mockingly

“Well…” they walked to the couch and Al started to recount all the times Douxie’s heart couldn’t contain the hurt of being apart from her girlfriend.

“Oh, I love these stories” Archie jumped to the couch and rested his head on Y/n’s elbow.

Douxie groaned but they ignored them, too interested in Al’s story. He groaned again, louder as the stories continued to pile up and the laughter would filled the room

“C’mon!” Douxie kneeled in front of Y/n and dropped his head on her lap.

“Hisirdoux” Y/n sang while she massaged Douxie’s scalp “Are you getting shy?”

“Mmmh”

Y/n laughed. Douxie had come a long way since their days in Camelot. In the olden days, he was a shy, clumsy teenager but now, in the 21st century Douxie was no longer a child or a shy teenager, he was a man, a charming man that had half of the population of Arcadia eating from the palm of his hands even if he doesn’t quite realize. But when it comes to Y/n, he returns to that reckless, shy boy in a man-bun that would marvel at the young prodigy from afar.

“Hisirdoux?” She repeated.

“No” he felt his cheeks burn. Without moving his head from her lap, Douxie hugged Y/n’s waist.

“Can I finish the story about the time you thought you saw her in Uruguay?” Al asked to Douxie’s scalp.

“No”

Y/n smiled “Oh, Doux” she stretched her hands and put them under his shirt. Y/n felt Douxie shiver. Smiling to herself as she felt the power she still had over him. She continued to lower herself until her mouth was over his ear “I love to hear how much you missed me” she whispered.

Douxie quickly lifted his face. His expression was serious but his cheeks were crimson.

“You’re such a tease” he whispered into her lips.

“Can’t help it” she smiled before kissing him.

“You are disgusting” Archie groaned as ran to the other side of the room followed by Al that would turn to look at them just to gag.

Y/n and Douxie pulled apart and to laugh.

“I think someone is jealous” said Douxie.

Archie sat down in front of the window, turning his head away from the couple.

“Arch, are you jealous?” Y/n shared a look with Douxie.

The cat didn’t answer, he just kept moving his tail side to side.

With a quick move of Y/n’s fingers, a red light engulfed Archie and the cat started floating back to the coach.

“Hey! I don’t like this” he complained.

“Well, I was worried” Y/n grab him from the air and hold him close to her chest like a child and the cat didn’t complain this time “I asked you something and you didn’t answer!”

Archie rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, Arch. Don’t be jea… Ouch!” Douxie tried to pet his familiar’s head but he hit him before he could get close.

“Don’t touch me” Archie warned and got comfortable in Y/n’s arms.

“What?!” Douxie looked up to Y/n for help and she just laughed.

“Aw, you missed me too, Arch” Y/n lowered herself to kiss none-stop Archie’s head. He pretended to fight at first but after a couple seconds of purrs he gave in.

“And I was the dramatic one” Al whispered from his new spot on Douxie’s lap.

“We all know I’m Arch favorite” Y/n said into Archie’s head.

The cat didn’t answer, he was too lost in the comfort the touch of her lost friend was giving him.

“I’m not sure I like your lack of answer there, Arch” Douxie half joked “Aren’t you going to say anything?” He gently shook Al that was laying belly up, grooming his left paw

“I’m really sure about my place in the world” he said and continued grooming his paw.

The wizards chuckled.

—

Y/n walked out of the store after a quiet shift when Toby’s screams made her stop.

“Toby? What’s going on?” She meet him halfway.

“It’s Jim” the boy to pull her by the arm “The tribunal has him in a cage. You have to come with me!” The boy pulled harder. He was desperate, scared. The memory of his friend sitting in that cage was haunting him, especially because he wasn’t able to do anything.

“What? Why?” She followed him without complaining.

“Gunmar got out”

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine. The war was over. They won. The Darklands were supposed to be a secure prison, nothing was supposed to get out.

They ran to TrollMarket in silence, both too consumed in nervousness to talk. The darkness of the dungeon wrapping their brains.

One of Krubera opened Jim’s cage.

“Are you alright?” Asked Blinky

Jim came out of the cage charging but stopped when he saw his friends.

“Are you okay? Did they rough you up?” Claire ran to hug him.

“No, Claire. I’m…I’m okay!” He smiled and joined Toby to the hug

“We’ve come to escort you to the tribunal” Blinky pointed to the exit, eyes full of worry.

“They say if you’re found guilty, you could die. Is that true?” Toby looked at his friend for a hopeful answer.

“He would walk free if he surrenders the Amulet” Queen Usurna interrupted “What is your choice, Trollhunter?”

“Uh, the one where he doesn’t die?” Toby said.

“No” Jim took a step forward “I’m keeping my Amulet” without taking his eyes off of Usurna he put his armor on.

“Is that what you want?” Y/n put a hand on her little brother’s shoulder.

“Yes, Y/n. Never been more sure” Jim smiled and turned to the rest of the room “I’ll face whatever comes my way”

“Jim…” Toby’s desperate call for his friend was drowned by Usurna’s voice.

“So be it, Trollhunter, your trial awaits”

A/n: its 23:12 and its 28C. Im ready to sleep for 14 hour until I have to leave my house again. Tell me again why I was born in such a hot and humid country? I’ll try to write and chat with you more often! Mila out

[malibix]

Fizzy Cider || One-Shot | Hisirdoux Casperan x plantonic!Reader

Summary: It’s probably not the best idea to leave your fellow wizard roommate alone to their potions. You never know what they could be doing to your apartment - nevermind whatever they’re brewing.

Word Count: 1167

Warnings: None!

Taglist: @furblrwurblr​ @moppetwithamanbun​ @tales-of-hisirdoux​ @yagirlcheesely​ @alovesongshewrote​​

Douxie could hear the clinking of glass all the way from the downstairs level of the bookstore. 

"What on earth are they doing up there-"

He peered slightly up at the balcony level and to where the bookstore led to his apartment, as if he'd be able to see what was going on up there from where he stood. A customer found their way into GDT Arcane Books, but just as Douxie turned to ask how he could be of service, there was a shattering of glass from upstairs followed by an "Oh. Well that's not good-" From his roommate. 

He glanced upwards worriedly, only to see a fog rolling out from under the apartment door. "Uhm, if you'll excuse me for.. just a minute." He told the customer, before racing up the stairs. The customer must have also taken note of the concern on the wizard's face and the cloud slowly spreading across the floor and over the balcony. She took one look at the whole thing as Douxie disappeared up the stairs and slowly backed out of the bookstore. 

Douxie knocked on the door to the apartment lightly, calling into the foggy mist, "Hey (Y/n)- you alright up here, love?"

Their voice responded to him from somewhere within the apartment, "Oh yeah! It's good! I'm good. It's good. Don't worry, it's not toxic. It's mostly dry ice. Mostly."

There was a shuffling, followed by a, "Come in, come in!"

The wizard was only mildly afraid of what he'd open the door to, but nonetheless, he wouldn't believe that they hadn't blown themself up without seeing for himself. He conjured up an orb of light to give him a better field of vision through the mist as he tried to find his roommate. 

"In the kitchen!" They called as they saw his blue magic light up the room from the door. 

"What did we say about potions during working hours-" Archie had made his way up from the bookstore as well to see what all the fuss was about. 

"You saiiiiid... not to do it?" He could hear them laughing softly from wherever they were. 

"I only say that because of how they, how do I say, turn out sometimes. Not that I don't love whatever you conjure up- what exactly is it that you're conjuring up?"

"Oh well you see," their voice was suddenly much closer than it had been moments ago, an arm emerged from the mist to grab a hold of Douxie's sweater to lead him to their workspace.

"I was going to try making some of those.. what are they? The never ending flavor things from Willy wonka? Yeah those. But, BUT, then I wanted to carbonate some apple cider and thought it would be cool to put some dry ice cubes in,"

"For some, ya'know, extra flare!"

They gestured some vague jazz hands at the last word, but it was hard to make out from all the fog, though it had begun to clear. 

"Ahuh... yes I see that. But darling, exactly how much dry ice did you use...?"

"Okay so fun story."

"Okay, listening, waiting for the fun part to kick in."

They elbowed him gently and the two of them let out a chuckle. 

"I know dry ice never does," they gestured around at the clouded apartment, vaguely hoping no cops outside saw this and thought you were running some illegal operation in here, "this. But, I'll get to that, hold on."

"I started with two little cubes and it made the cider bubble and ya'know, fog over like a little potion - it was really cool - but then I thought, HEY, if this is what dry ice does by itself, then what would magic do to it???"

"I'm guessing it does this."

"Bingo!"

Douxie tried to cover up his amused laugh with a sigh of disappointment, only to fail miserably.

"Isn't it  c o o l???"

"Yes (Y/n), it's very cool. I'm glad you're having a fun ti- why are you putting your potion ingredients in the fridge-"

The apartment had begun to clear up just enough for him to make out their figure carrying all their little glass bottles over to the fridge. 

"To be faiiiiir, these aren't my potion ingredients. It's just the fizzy cider in little bottles!"

"Now those, over there," They pointed to the area next to the toaster, "are my potion ingredients."

(Y/n) sounded so pleased with themself and Douxie couldn't help but smile, despite his apartment being filled with a cloud of dry ice. It was clearing up, for sure, but that wasn't the point.  

"Which also to be fair, are going in the fridge once I find space for these ones." They jingled the little bottles in their hand to emphasize them going into the fridge. 

"(Y/n) what did I say about needing to put your potion ingredients in the fridge?"

"That it's better to pickle the tadpole tails so they'll last longer outside of refrigeration in the event that our fridge breaks down?"

"I- no. The other thing."

"C'mon Doux! They're on my side of the fridge! And they're small too, not taking up too much space."

"No (Y/n)- your spices don't need to be refrigerated-"

"Ohhhh yes yes, that part. But listen, they're not your average mortal spices! They're magically enchanted spices!" They made ghost noises as if to somehow get the point across. "So, they need to be kept cooooold." They paused for a moment, blinking at him while he peered back in amusement. "Anyways, want some of the fizzy cider????"

Douxie sighed in defeat, rubbing his temples from the whole ordeal.

It wasn't dealing with them that was the problem, the problem was that it wasn't even noon yet.

And this was the second time this week.

It was tuesday.

He didn't actually even have that much of a problem with the potion ingredients in the fridge. It just bothered him to open it only to be greeted with dozens of little jars filled with spices and dried herbs that didn't need to be in there. 

They just didn't need to be refrigerated.

It bothered him that they weren't supposed to be in there, and yet, there they were, plain as day. He sighed again before taking you up on your offer of fizzy cider.

"Sure, might as well try the cause of all this."

Luckily enough by now the fog had cleared enough for him to be able to see again without thinking something was vaguely wrong with his eyes. 

(Y/n) chuckled while pouring him a glass and putting a very small little cube of dry ice in it before passing it over. Then they poured themself a glass, not having tried it yet since they couldn't find where the cups were in all that mess.

"Cheers!"

Douxie laughed softly as he clinked his glass with (Y/n)’s, glad to see that they were at least enjoying this whole ordeal.

[talesofarcadia78]

Hi! 😄 Can I request a fluffy dating headcanon with his shy!female!human! reader for Douxie? Please?? ~🌼

A/n: This is my first headcannon, I really hope I met your expectations for this. Hope you like it!

Special thanks to one of my besties: @itsgabby.2021 (IG) for helping me write this!

Dating the One and Only, Hisirdoux Casperan || Headcannon

You and Douxie knew each other for only a few years

Though, when the two of you interact, it's like you two have known each other for centuries

When the two of you met, it was literally,

And I mean literally

Love at first sight

You of all people didn't believe in love at first sight

But, you guessed anything could happen in this world

Talking about love

Douxie is a hopeless romantic when it comes to dates

He never really tells you when he wants to take you out

He just knocks on your front door and just says

"Let's go on a date, my love."

Douxie takes you out on a date like every week

The movies, picnic, going outside of Arcadia, cafe, dinner, you name it!

Whenever he comes to pick you up, he always has a gift for you

Chocolates, flowers, books, teddy bear, jewellery, the list goes on and on

Literally spoils the heck out of you

Treats you like ✨royalty✨

He let’s you steal his clothes

Will unexpectedly sweep you off your feet and carry you bridal-style

Always talks about how amazing you are to his friends and workmates

When your taking a stroll around town, he’d sometimes say, “That looks heavy…” (points as hand) “mind if I hold it?”

Bedazzles you with his magic

You always want to perform magic

But alas, you were a regular human being

To Douxie though, you're his princess and he wouldn't want you any other way

He loves when you snuggle next to him, or when you rest your head on his chest or shoulder

Douxie always knows when you have a bad day

He makes you tea and cuddles with you as long as you want

And you do the same to him

When the two of you are hanging out with your friends and are at a romantic place

The two of you cannot get your eyes off each other

Douxie and you just zone out and go into your own world, forgetting that you are both in public

Like any couple, you two have arguments

Though, your arguments are quite amusing

Well, they're amusing to Archie at least

You argue over what to eat, what actor you find attractive, who ate the last chip, who's stealing the blanket at night, the volume of Douxie's music, what movie to watch, and so many pointless arguments

But in the end, you make up by either one of you admitting or by a quick peck on the lips

Though, it's mostly the second one 😉

He loves to put on slow dance music when you least expect it

He‘ll drag you out to the living room and sway with you to the music

When you’re off in your own little world, Douxie will tap you on the nose and say ‘boop’, earning a little giggle from you

If you’re having trouble sleeping, he’s on it

He’ll grab his guitar out and sing for you until you eventually doze off

[prismarts]

NGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I LOVE

I ADORE THIS

NGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

LOVE THIS IS INCREDIBLLEEEEE

Whumptober Day 5 : I’ve got Red in my Ledger | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot: When a funky fresh threat rolls into town, you take matters into your own hands- even if that means you get hurt (Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader)

Word Count: 9,864 (im fucking sobbing)

Warnings: blood, torture, threats of torture, i accidentally whumped the reader more than i whumped douxie

A/N: OK, SO, this is actually a re-write of day 31 from last year, which was ironically called “this could be angstier and maybe i’ll re-write it next year idk” well, i did re-write it, and it’s literally better in every way, so please enjoy!!

T’was a long time ago, longer now than it seems, because quarantine likes to fuck up everyone’s time management. It wasn’t actually that long ago if I’m being honest.

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