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semisutopia · 2 years ago

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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.

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lovedropletsdreams · 1 year ago

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Lost time - What If | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot : You’ve known him for almost a thousand years, he’d known you for a few centuries when he should’ve known you the same (Hisirdoux Casperan x reader)

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: none (slight swearing really)

A/N: It's been a while since i wrote this but this feels nice, the idea of it. Thank you @prismarts for being such a dear to help me beta read again (really you're just the sweetest bab), any suggestions and feedback are welcomed :D

Taglist: @furblrwurblr@prismarts@alovesongshewrote @castle-of-my-dreamsj

what if, instead of taking the second chance, you saw how happy he is with his life. Not knowing that he knows he's missing something that he can't put his fingers in.

So you decide to stay away from him. to avoid getting yourself tangled in his life ever again.

But the funny thing about fate, they just keep finding you at every turn. And with those every turn you find yourself unwillingly getting more and more tangled with him. He sees them, the way you'd try to avoid sharing too much about yourself, avoid showing too much emotion with him, and avoid spending more time to be in each other's presence.

At first, he thought it was how it was with you. Not until some time passes and he realizes.. it was him you avoid getting tangled with. only him. He was the one that you avoided sharing things about yourself, those little details about your life that you never opened up with. He was the one that you avoid showing much of your emotions from, whether it was happiness or other emotions, just a small polite smile here and there if he was lucky. He was the one you declined for invitations to spend more time together, getting to know each other more.

He was the only one you avoid. The one whom you set up your walls at. And the worst part is, even with all the avoidance and declined invitations, even with that polite smile of yours, he felt *full, just knowing you are part of his life, no matter how little it is. He felt the missing part, the void inside him was slowly filling up. And it hurts.

He was okay just to be part of your life, but for a long time, to get to see you and know you, even for a slight more, he craved more, he wanted more, to be someone (not that he knows he already is). He knew he started to grow feelings. And that's why it hurts, thinking you don't feel the same. And it's getting worse once you realize you can no longer avoid him and you started pushing him away instead.

So one day, the dam broke.

"Please let me have a chance, to get to know you, more. Not just about some task, or duty we need to do, but about you as a person. Stop pushing me away."

"You do not need to know me, i am not someone you need to tangle yourself with. Please just let it go--"

"Damn it, why? Why am I so infatuated with you?" And for the very first time in front of you, he snapped.

"I have never felt such a desire to know someone. Every fiber in my body is telling me I should just stop, but… I…"

He stopped and took a deep breath, stepping closer as he looked straight into your eyes. Your heartbeats grew until you could hear nothing but blood pumping inside your heart. It feels like your lungs are being cut off from the air as you see into his eyes. The past images flashed in your eyes, that damn gaze, the very same gaze, your Douxie used to give you. the close distance between you two doesn't help your mind to process everything fast enough.

"I do not understand you" he spoke softly, with a tone similar to a glass breaking, he laid bare his broken heart at you. "You are the most complex person I have ever met. Perhaps I should hate you for everything you've put me through. But.. despite all of that, every moment, every encounter, every second I spent with you filled my heart. It filled the void I thought I'd have to live with all my life. You put the pieces to fill that void without even realizing it. I was content with my life, even with that void." He pauses.

"But, meeting you and feeling how the void was finally filled, is more magical than any magic I ever seen in my life. So please, will you give me a chance to let me in? No more avoiding, no more pushing, just you."

So the decision is in your hands, will you let him in and bare yourself?

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prismarts · 2 years ago

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14. "I'm eternally yours, sweetheart" ^~^

Hi hello yes but I think this is the Douxilly thing ever-

Eternally Yours

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PROMPT BAB 💙💙💙

Plot: Douxie and Illy settle in the night after their wedding ceremony.

Notes: Takes place in an alternate (not canon to ROTT) future, THEY GOT MARRIED, This is like...the night after all the wedding celebrations and aaaaaa, Douxie x OC, Canon x OC, FLUFF SOFT FLUFF, someday I will do a whole wedding fic but nfuregue for now here-

Trigger warnings: Brief implications of sex, mentions of alcohol. That should be it but let me know if I miss something.

Word count: 900 words

Tags: @stuck-in-arcadia @alovesongshewrote @furblrwurblr @slowpokenz @mxcheese @blixeon @generalfandomsofthefreak @valentimmy @marcoofthemoon @sergeantsporks @tales-of-hisirdoux @castle-of-my-dreams @lovedropletsdreams @bernie-the-nugget

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Douxie was taking a deep breath, he was in the bathroom trying to clear his head… maybe it had been a mistake to have champagne at the reception…he hadn’t drunk in a while.

No matter…he just needed to freshen up. As he splashed his face with cold water, he caught sight of his ring… a blue stone glowing on his ring finger, the ring itself made of a dark magical branch and a single leaf, enchanted to last lifetimes…

He felt his heart racing in his chest as a smile overtook his face.. He couldn’t believe it, after centuries of traveling the world and trying to earn his staff. Centuries of being in love only to break it off or never staying from the mere thought of him being immortal… he was married to the love of his life.

It felt so nice…

It felt unreal to him…

But the ring was the proof, the ring that Illy made for him was on his finger and he spent a good moment longer just admiring it…to let it sink in for his beating heart. Once he mostly has that sunk in, he turns to the pajamas he brought in with him. “Right…I need to change..”, He mumbled softly.

Once he changed into his pajamas, he left the makeshift quite modern looking bathroom in the….mostly medieval looking master bedroom. Thank goodness for magic and Akiridion tech, they were able to make these sorts of renovations..

He spotted his newly wed wife sitting on the bed, seeming to fidget with the ends of her hair which was now down from the elaborate bun she had for their ceremony. She has a sleeveless light blue nightgown on, her wings gently folded against her back as she sat.

“Hello, my darling wife…”

Douxie said with a soft tone of voice as he reached down to carefully squish her cheeks in his hands, letting out a soft chuckle as her cheeks turn a shade of red at the new term of affection.

He stared at her with so much love, how turquoise eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, the way her smile, at the moment decorated with red lipstick lit up the whole room and the adorable freckles decorating her red cheeks.

His heart was leaping…

She was so beautiful to him….and he loved her so so much.

He hadn't realized…or maybe he did and merely enjoyed, how Illy seemed to stare back at him with the same if not even more love…

"H..hi…"

She mumbled softly, slowly standing up as she carefully leaned against him. Almost burying her face against his chest but instead just leaning her whole body against him. One of her hands reaching out to trace the magical rune tattoos all over his arms..

And he shivered at the contact, smiling widely at how affectionate she was..

"Everything alright, fluturaș?..."

"Mhm…I..just….I can't believe today was real…I..I can't believe it…we actually got married…we're married Douxie!"

The hushed excitement coming from her made the both of them giddy, coupled with how physically close they are… it was like heaven..

But Douxie pulled back for a moment, he had to… so he could carefully lean down and press the softest kiss against her lips. Arms gently wrapped around her as he carefully but successfully lifted her up.

Gently pressing her against him, he could feel her small butterfly wings flutter just above where his arms were holding her close. They were glowing from how loved she felt.

They could both feel their hearts racing in their chests as they finally pulled away from their kiss, soft pants escaping them as they leaned their foreheads together for a brief moment.

"I…I love you..so much Douxie.." Illy said, so much affection in that hushed declaration that it made his heart absolutely melt.

He twirled her around in his arms for a moment, relishing in the giggle that escaped her. Before carefully getting them both back onto the bed. Laying down on his back and carefully positioning his wife to lay down above him.

Their hearts still racing in their chests…

He heard her giggle as he opened his eyes to look at her, golden hazel yet green eyes staring into turquoise ones…

He saw her giggle and laugh…

He adores it…

He adores and loves her so so much..

"Y..you…I..I smudged my lipstick all over your lips… I'm s..so sorry Douxie I-" She said giggling, reaching her hand out in an attempt to wipe it off…

Until she heard it..

"I love you…so so much…… I'm eternally yours, sweetheart…."

It was a hushed declaration… but with so much love in his voice..

She teared up, effectively smudging what little make up was still somewhat intact…still he found her to be just as stunning as she did in her wedding dress…walking down the aisle…if not maybe even more so…

"Oh fluturaș.."

"I….i love you too…s..so so much.."

He carefully lifted his torso up, if only to cup her soft cheeks with his hands pulling her in for a passionate loving kiss, the two carefully leaning on each other…

They showed all their love for each other that night, passionate kisses and caresses….hands carefully and lovingly exploring each other's bodies…

That night…all that mattered was each other…. And that was…everything they could have ever wished for..

#prism's fanfics ✏#prompts #tales of arcadia #wizards #wizards tales of arcadia #toa wizards #douxie x oc #douxilly #toa douxie #douxie #douxie casperan #toa hisirdoux #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #tales of arcadia oc #wizards tales of arcadia oc #illyria calypso

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years ago

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vamp doux x reader 👉👈

Munch Munch | Hisirdoux Casperan HCs

munch munch, tw for blood and some spice (it doesn't go too far), hope you enjoy anon!

Taglist:�� @furblrwurblr @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05 @blixeon @mxcheese @prismarts @lady-of-a-castle

Ok, i’ve gotta be honest

If douxie was a vampire, i don’t think too much would change

What, he has to avoid the sunlight now?

He did that already

Nocturnal?

Nothing is changing there

Wears mostly black and has a home decorated with skulls?

That’s just how he lives

The only major difference between normal wizard douxie and vampire (wizard?) douxie is uh

The whole thirst for blood

Thing

It stands to reason then, that dating vampire douxie is very much the same with a few notable exceptions

1) There are fewer dates involving garlic bread

And 2) His skin feels a lot colder to the touch

Other than that, dating vamp douxie is mostly staying up late with him while he tells you to go to sleep

Cuddling with him in the summer because it’s like cuddling an ice cube

Sharing an umbrella on sunny days

Wearing silver when you’re irritated at something he’s done

(which results in vast amounts of puppy dog eyes until you forgive him)

Or… maybe that would be baby bat eyes?

Anyway

Dating vamp doux also includes:

Not getting married in a church

Learning about vampire lore and history

Cuddling with douxie, but he’s in bat form (or wolf form- because apparently that was a thing dracula could do)

Keeping douxie away from garlic

Avoiding his fangs when you kiss him

Admiring his fangs in general

And having him teach you how to fight vampires

Now

Those are some cute headcanons

But uh

I know what you’re really looking for

It’s the biting

And the blood drinking

And the being turned into a vampire by your beloved so that the two of you can live your vampire lives side by side for however long you please

I mean

Whoever turned douxie gave him those fangs for a damn reason, and i intend to write about it

Now

There are two ways vamp douxie could bite you (and drink from you)

And there another two ways douxie could turn you into a vampire, plus one where he isn’t the one turning you

We’re gonna start with the biting, because it’s fun

Way 1: you convince Douxie to bite you because you’re curious, and you want to know what it feels like to get munched

And i mean

It takes some convincing to get him to bite you

But once he agrees to do it?

Heh

You’re in for a ride

I'm thinking

You pull him into your bedroom

You lie down on the bed

(because you’re preparing for some mild blood loss)

You pull him down with you

And he lands with his hands on either side of your head, holding himself above you

His hair is in his eyes

His necklace is in your face

And it makes you laugh

And like

He would laugh, too

But uh

He’s kind of nervous about biting you

He’s afraid that he’ll lose control

That he’ll taste you, and that he won’t be able to stop

But

He looks into your eyes

And he sees how much you trust him

And

That makes him believe he can do this

He can please you without killing you

And when you sit up and kiss him

When you put your hands on either side of his face and smile against his lips

That just makes him even more confident

He kisses you back

And you lie down again

And this time

You uh

You slowly move your shirt off of your shoulder

Maybe undo a few buttons

You move it further from your neck

Exposing the skin of your throat, some of your chest

Inviting him to bite

And you maintain eye contact with him the entire time

You can see his pupils dilating

You can see how much he wants you

You run a hand through his hair

Just to torture him a little

And it works

He bows his head, kissing your neck, your shoulder

Basically everything you just exposed

He’s

He’s ready

He’s gonna bite you, he’ll do it

He just

Needs to ask

Again

“Are you sure you want this, love?”

The unheard question being- “Are you sure you want me?”

And i mean

You don’t even answer this time

You just nod enthusiastically and kiss him again

This time, he laughs

Because you’re adorable, and he loves you

He kisses your neck again

And then

He sinks his teeth into you

It doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would

But you gasp nonetheless

You dig your fingers into him

And you cling to him for a bit

But you are smiling

Does it hurt a little? Yes

But there’s more to it than the pain element

There’s something else

Something you can’t define just yet

(probably because of the blood loss)

And it feels good

You just

Lie back

Relax

And let yourself enjoy the moment

Meanwhile, on the opposite end of the scale

He’s mildly ashamed to admit it

But

Douxie is actually kind of enjoying this

It’s easier to control himself than he thought it would be

He can feel your heartbeat

It’s more than that, actually

While he’s biting you, you are all he feels

Your heart, your soul surrounds him until there’s nothing left but you

He loves it

And like

You taste pretty good

He’s satisfied

He stops drinking just as you start to get light headed

He asks if you’re alright and you’re like

“Fuck yeah I’m alright, vampire boi- let’s do that again!”

To which he responds, “I love you, but maybe later”

Because, y’know

He doesn’t really want to drain you of the liquid that’s keeping you alive

Instead

He kisses your hand

And goes to get you a snack so that you don’t pass out on him

He Does Not want that

After you’re back to where you should be medically

He just kinda

Attaches himself to you for the rest of the day

Which is fine by you, because if he didn’t

You would’ve attached yourself to him

Either way, what bliss?

Anyway, that was too sweet, get ready for some angst

Way 2: Douxie has been starved

He’s been captured, trapped, or otherwise in captivity

And wherever he is, he’s been deprived of blood

He’s starving

And quite possibly on the brink of death

That’s when you find him

He’s probably on his knees and chained to something, be it a pillar, a wall, etc

And the second he feels your presence

The second he hears your heart beat

The second he smells your blood

He goes slightly feral

He thrashes against his chains, his fangs flash

He’s terrifying

But you don’t run from him

Even when he begs you to get away from him

To save yourself

You don’t run away

Instead

You kneel in front of him

You take his face in your hands

He stops struggling, then

And he starts begging you to escape

But you don’t leave

You refuse to

No, instead, you take full notice of how starved he looks

He’s thinner, and the shadows beneath his eyes are darker

His bones are more prominent

He appears gaunt, fragile

And hungry

Rather than running away

You pull yourself closer

And you ask

“Can you control it?”

And without waiting for an answer

You roll up your sleeve

And you give him your wrist

And he just gasps out a “No”

Because he’s scared

He’s scared that he won’t be able to stop

That he won’t be able to control it

That he’ll kill you

Like, he was already afraid of it, but in this situation?

It is so much worse

You, though

You aren’t afraid

And uh

He’ll die if he doesn’t drink something soon

You tell him it’s okay

And i mean

He doesn’t have much of a choice

He’s hesitant

And at first he tries to pull away

But then you give him a “friendly” reminder that if he doesn’t do this, he’ll die

He bites

Now, uh remember

He’d never bitten you before this point

At least not with way 2

So that is an experience

You gasp and cling to him as he drinks you

You rest your head on his shoulder

You’re starting to feel light headed

And you groan a little bit

Meanwhile, Douxie

He’s starting to regain his strength

He destroys his chains, pulling himself free and wrapping one of his arms around you while the other grips your wrist

He keeps drinking

His fangs sinking deeper as you cry out his name

He has just a bit more blood

And then

He lets you go

He managed to control it

And you’re so proud of him, but also, you’re a few seconds from passing out

Douxie lies you down

He catches his breath while you catch yours

You don’t pass out

But you do need a minute

And once that minute is done, you just

Lean over and kiss him

You taste your own blood on his lips, but y’know what

You can deal with that

Doux picks you up and takes you home, and that’s the end of way 2

NOW

IN TERMS OF TURNING YOU INTO A VAMPIRE

AS I SAID, THERE ARE 2 WAYS, PLUS ONE BONUS WAY

Way 1 is kinda boring, so we’ll start with that

Way 1: you ask Douxie to turn you into a vampire, and he’s hesitant about it because being a vampire is rough, and he doesn’t want to put your immortal soul in danger

But he does it, because you’re sure that it’s what you want, and he loves you

You’re turned into a vampire, and the two of you vibe for the rest of eternity

Onto way 2:

Way 2: you’re injured on the battlefield

Douxie sees it happen and runs to your side, destroying anything that dared threaten you on his way

He gets to you as fast as he can

Which

Is pretty fuckin quick for a vampire

And yet

He still doesn’t make it in time

Actually

That’s false

He doesn’t make it in time to save you

He is in time to watch you take your dying breaths in his arms

Now, uh

I don’t know about you

But i don’t think douxie would accept that shit

You’re in the middle of telling him that you love him

And thanking him for the best few years of your life

When he just

“I can fix this. I can turn you, I can fix this. Please let me fix this.”

And

You say yes

Which is fucking valid

I mean

For one thing

You aren’t super jazzed about dying

And for another

I don’t know if he did it intentionally

But he was doing the puppy dog/baby bat eyes when he asked

And like

Who can say no to that?

I can’t say no to that

Douxie presses a quick, but intense kiss to your lips

And sinks his fangs into your shoulder

Hurts

A little more than you expected

Maybe you scream

Maybe a few tears fall

And it breaks douxie’s heart

But by the end of it

You’re alive

Undead

It doesn’t matter

Whatever you are

You’re okay

And you’re with douxie

He can keep you safe

He won’t let anything hurt you anymore

Annnnd that’s way 2

Bonus way three involves you getting turnt, but not by douxie

Way 3: you’re kidnapped by another vampire

Which like

Considering the wizards are vampires now

The vampire that takes you is probably morgana?

It could also be the arcane order

It could also be merlin

Whoever it is

they holds you for ransom a little bit

Maybe they take a drink from you, or make fun of douxie for not drinking from you, or make fun of him for not turning you

Or all of those things, i don’t know

Either way

You simply do not vibe with this

You’re a sassy little shit who’s loyal to douxie, and maybe the guardians of arcadia depending on where the hell we are in the timeline (and on which timeline it is- thanks for that jim)

And eventually

Your captor grows tired of your smart mouth

They decide to put an end to your useless blabbering

Do they kill you?

Oh no

It’s much worse

They turn you into a vampire spawn

So now

Your have all the thirst for blood

All of the drawbacks

None of the power

And, oh yeah

As their spawn, you are under their complete control

Which means they can use you to fight douxie

I mean

They know he won’t fight back

Not when it’s you that he’s fighting

Vampire spawn or otherwise, he is terrified of hurting you

As he should be

I mean

You’re your captor’s servant now, and you’re a vampire spawn

But it’s still you

You are awake

You are conscious

And you know what you’re being forced to do

You are completely aware

Both when whoever’s captured you forces you to kneel by her throne

And when they force you to fight the man you love

And

If the worst happens

You’ll be awake when they force you to kill him

But y’know what, it’ll probably be fine

Douxie’s fought morgana and the order before, he can do it again, probably

And if it’s merlin, well

He’ll figure it out

He’ll save you and the two of you can go off and live your vampire lives in peace, right?

Right?

Right

Anyway

That’s the end of way 3

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #hisirdoux casperan x you #douxie x you #hisirdoux x you #douxie hcs #douxie headcannons

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generalallxsanjishipper · 2 months ago

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PSSSSST

PSSSSSSSSSSSSST

I did something

It's kind of a spoiler for a future scene of my TIALAMYDK FIC that is having me KWKWKSSKSKWK HELLO THERE

But you can have it without context :)

It's just a sketch rn

No, that is NOT the Trollhunters' armor, but it HAS A REASON, it's not that I was too lazy to make it correct (UPDATE: the signs on it should give a hint now)

No, no. It's plot. Just plot.

:D I'm excited

I want to color it so baaaad

But not rn. Sadly I am occupied

#toa #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #wizards #3below #there is a lot about me you don't know #TIALAMYDK #jim toa #jim lake junior #troll jim #Douxie #douxie angst #jimxie #jim lake jr #Jim x Douxie #toa wizards #douxie #hisirdoux casperan

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daydream-believin · 1 year ago

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i fucking swear if none of you learn how to use the damn readmore. it’s so easy now there’s even a fucking button on mobile so you don’t have to do the :readmore: line manually

right there y’all

when in doubt: if you have to scroll, even once, use a readmore. if you’re posting a fic, put the readmore after the first paragraph that isn’t info/the summary.

only you can prevent it taking 2638573 years to scroll through 3 posts in a tag

#hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie x reader #i need you bitches in particular to see this #this means og posts btw reblogs can’t really control when they get long #i usually attach a ‘long post’ tag as curtesy on those

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winter-leftovers · 9 months ago

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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

Previous - Next

Masterlist

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.

—

“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!!💖

<Taglist: @douxiesaurus @queteimporta-99 @fandomobbsessedb @castle-archives If your url is crossed it means tumblr didn’t let me tag you> want to be tagged next update? Let me know! 📩

#tales of arcadia #douxie x reader #trollhunters #douxie #toa #hisirdoux casperan #hisirdoux x reader #my writing #Til The End Of Eternity

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patuaa · 3 years ago

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SHES BACK ‼️‼️ i missed drawing this babe

rish/douxie sketch is old but everything else!!!!!! i wanted to draw some stuff for her dynamic with zoe bc i imagine rish being a total bitch until she finds out this hedgewitch could easily knock her onto her ass if she wanted to 🧐 they’re besties in the future tho dw

#tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia oc #zoe ashildr #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #tales of arcadia x oc #toa wizards #toa #❤️❤️❤️#my art #anyway is it normal to feel like you have to like fight for your place on this world all the time #not like competition or trying to be the best or anything it’s like i feel like I’m constantly having to prove to myself that im a good #enough human to be here to be loved to be accepted #i care about others i take care of others i put them before myself #it’s stupid bc the world doesn’t like owe me anything obviously no one does #so why do i feel like i have to do so much just to be worthy of basic existence 🤨🤨#bro therapy did nothing for me what good did it do for 13 yr old me to sit in a room with an old white woman for an hour once a week

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colinarthurgeoffrey · 4 years ago

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"I’ll try and make you proud.” “You already have, son.”

#wizards #tales of arcadia #toa wizards #trollhunters #colin o'donoghue #douxie #merlin #toa merlin #douxie casperan #hisirdoux casperan #me? making myself cry while making this?#more likely than you think #douxie x merlin #postsipost #1k

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lovedropletsdreams · 2 years ago

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Lost Time - Camelot Arc | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot : You’ve known him for almost a thousand years, he’d known you for a few centuries when he should’ve known you the same (Hisirdoux Casperan x reader)

Word Count: 3.4k+ ish (is long maybe? but i enjoy writing this and i hope the same enjoyment for you readers <3)

Warnings: none

A/N: these have been sitting dust in my mind for years, waiting to be put into words and here we are. It’s my first fic after years, I really worked hard for it and my friends helped too (you guys are amazing and I am grateful for you guys). Thank you so much for reading, any suggestions and feedback are welcomed, tell me what you guys think

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @prismarts @alovesongshewrote @castle-of-my-dreams

( original timeline arc)

- daughter of king Arthur and Queen Guinevere

- A childhood friend of Douxie

- bears magic since she was small

- studied under Morgana and Merlin

- loved by Merlin like his granddaughter

- loved by Morgana as her own, because of her love of magic like the queen and a magic caster like Morgana

- love to sneak away from the castle to travel around the city, that's how you and Douxie met and he became your friend, he didn't know who you are until later on when merlin took him as his apprentice

- he didn't know at first, so he assumed you are one of the servant's relatives or something since you used the maid's clothes while going around

- he knows you're magic and you guys love to play pranks around the castle grounds: pranking the servants, the king (he's still upset that his bed turns pink, Douxie thought u were mental playing tricks on the king, little did he know), stealing food and snacks from the kitchen's palace, etc

- till one day, you both tried to play tricks on merlin, and bam he caught both of you sighing and shaking his head, 'magic is not child's play your highness'

- that's when Douxie found out about you being the princess

- it's not his fault really, you tried so hard to hide who you are because you know when people know the crown, you're not what they'll see later on

- you dyed your hair using magic, even changing your eye color so you do not bear the resemblance to the princess

- at first, it was really awkward between you two, merlin told him to address you formally, etc, also the fact that you lied about who you really are (which is not really to be called a lie since you never specifically tell him that your parents are the king and queen, he knows your parents is at the castle, but he thought they were serving the king and queen, not the crown itself!) and he wonders what else he actually knows about you

- and you tried really hard to apologize and tried to bribe Archie even (he loves you too but Douxie always comes first)

- so you learned to make his favorite meat pies (his fav food) from the palace kitchen in secret

- and later on, after the apprentice's long day of practice and listening to merlin's "100 ways not to use magic" he came to a basket of his favorite meat pies with a note saying ' I'm sorry '

- like the saying "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach" (technically doux is still a boy (or bby in my heart forever) but save that argument for later yea ;)) his heart melted thinking about how you, a princess who is raised to reign, cooking in a kitchen. and of course, after you guys met again you made up and him nagging how your hand should be treated more carefully (you love the clumsy bandages he did tho)

- that's also become you guy's thing, whenever you guys have a fight you guys would cook together (or mainly you, Douxie tries his best but cooking is not his thing, 'they're both white' 'Douxie you can't substitute sugar for salt') and eat together as you guys' way of making up

- the love between you two grows over the times

- ever since the times he found out about you being a princess you realize him trying to keep his distance hurt you, you realize the feelings you've for the apprentice

- being the princess you are, concealing your true feelings is part of the job.

- doesn't makes it easy tho, you really like him and you didn't want to lose him so you're afraid of showing your true feeling

- for Douxie, it was your debutante ball

- he was not allowed to go there as he is only an apprentice of merlin

- didn't stop him from going to his best friend's debutante, he's not gonna lose the chance to tease you in your dress knowing you've been complaining about how heavy it is and how impractical it is since you have to dance in it along all the jewellery that you have to wear (mind you, those tiaras and necklaces will break your neck if not for your parents nagging you'd already ditched them) you don't mind wearing those separately but those together with the dress, boy you're tough

- he never forgets how his breath hitched in his throat when you arrived at the ballroom.

- all eyes were on you, ofc you're the man (or woman) of the day. But Douxie never forget how beautiful you look that day

- you're beautiful to him from the very first day he met you, he knows that but you always seem to disregard it telling him you look nothing like your mother which you consider the most beautiful woman, him trying to tell you it's not true only to be met on deaf ears

- but as you slowly descended the staircase, he really thought that an angel was walking amongst the living, he was spellbound. your looks paired with your soft smile to the guest, he'd really wanted to take you away so that nobody can lay their eyes on you

- for the first time, he lamented the fact that he was just an apprentice

- seeing you there really shows him the fact that you're the princess of Camelot

- he didn't like how other men see you, so bibbidy bobbidy boo they're gone ;) (you might hear some unfortunate lads' (yes lads) accidents here and there that cause them to leave the party early, and you thought it was because your upbringing was not good enough (which we all know is not true))

- he despises the fact that several (lucky bastards) get to dance with you and how much he wanted to just yank them and dance with you in their places

- after the party was over he tried to go to you only to realize you're going to his room secretly

- and the boy ran for his life

- 'heyyyy' 'why are you so sweaty? it's the middle of the night' 'oh you know-- training these bad boys (cue to his skinny non-existent muscle)' which you just laugh it off and Douxie couldn't be more relieved (though his heartbeat is like trying its best to jump out from his chest because of your laugh)

- 'so what are you doing here?' 'i--uh well..' which is your turn to stutter since as an idiot you are (sometimes, crushing on someone makes you dumb towards the person), you forget to make excuses to meet him in the middle of the night, still fully armed with the heavyweights that make you feel pretty, you can't exactly say that you want to show him what you think your best looks right?

- 'help me take off my necklace' 'what' you are almost tempted to just jump from the window 'well I plan to take it off later but it's killing my neck, can you help me?' (real smooth)

- but he was too lovestruck and tired from that running to realize your nervousness

- so here you are in his dimly lit room, back facing him

- he softly brushed your hair aside

- but boy struggling to clasp off the necklace you just chuckled feeling his clumsy hands trying

- the necklace finally came off

- you wanted to turn and thank him

- instead, you feel his fingers softly tracing your neck

- 'it leaves a mark' he said

- your breath hitched while Douxie's soft breaths and fingers softly traced the mark that the necklace left on you

- you can feel his hot breath and slightly rough fingers tracing your neck and your heart doing the same thing Douxie did before, trying to break through your chest, and you shiver

- though his touch is oh-so gentle, the moment they lay against your skin, you had to hold back any bubbling emotion up your throat

- you wished this moment just stop and never end, oh how you wish for his fingers never leave

- little did you know, he wishes the same, the feeling of your soft skin is something he could get used to

- but alas, the moment broke when Archie flew into the room, 'Douxie, why are you stil-- oh'

- you guys broke the moment and thank the dimly lit room because both of your faces are on fire

- reading the room, Archie gracefully exit

- 'i-i better go back-- the maids will panic if I didn't' 'y-yes of course' you awkwardly went back

- '(y/n)'

- 'yes?'

- 'you look really beautiful tonight' he softly said

- 'thank you' it's not something you'd say, usually you'd just deny how you're not beautiful and give excuses why he should not call you that

- the unusual answer makes him turn at you and his breath stopped again for the second time of the day

- the moonlight illuminates your soft complexion, a genuine smile graced your face, and stars twinkle in your crinkled eyes.

- it's a view that makes him grateful for being himself, nothing compares to your looks that very moment for him, a smile that only he can look, a smile that you give to only him

- it's the moment he knew, he'd fallen.

- from that moment on, something between you two changed

- it seems the same from the outside, but every touch, every laugh, means so much more to you both, but neither of you dared to break this obvious tension you both had

- both of you just treasure each other so much you're afraid to lose each other

- people closest to you both are aware of this but neither of you is aware of the mutual attraction to each other. they thread this matter carefully, as your magic is linked to your emotion, and such you both know such turmoil you're in, you being the princess and a life magic user

- you treasure the time you spend with Douxie wholeheartedly as did he

- but then tragedy struck Camelot

- the passing of your mother, queenGuinevere

- ever since the queen's death Arthur banned all magic/magic creatures and you being magic Arthur's grieve is directed as anger with you

- 'father please, this-- mother wouldn't want this' 'my decree will not be taken back, from now on, Camelot will not tolerate any magic nor magical beings anymore' 'you're denying what mother loves, you're denying who I am' 'YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD BY THE THING YOU CALLED YOURSELF, IF DENYING MAGIC MEANS I DENY YOU, SO SHALL BE IT'

- you cannot believe the words he uttered, you were so sad you just ran, far away from the king, anywhere but there

- you found yourself running to your mother's favorite woods

- Douxie heard what happened and followed you

- he tried to cheer you up, so he pulled you into his arms

- for you, his arms feel the safest, and then your emotion takes over and you just pour everything out, the grieve for your mother, the hurt your father cause, while you know he was dealing the same grieve, doesn't mean those words didn't hurt

- you broke down, you sobbed so hard that your chest hurt, you cried all the tears, the frustration, the grieve, everything

- Douxie didn't say anything, he just keeps patting you softly (he knows the pain of losing someone and he understands it differs from one to another and being you who always in need to control your emotion, he knows you took it harder)

- it took a while, but you got better

- you muttered a small thank you, and he just softly smiled while his finger wiped your tears away

- when you got better and you both tried to get back

- you stumbled upon a stalkling and being the aggressive being it is, it roars and took a stance to attack

- the pain is still fresh in your mind, so the presence of the stalkling renders you useless, your feet won't move, your heart beats so loud you almost thought it jumps out of you, your fear wins you that you just froze in place. you are terrified

- Douxie on the other hand although scared, the first thing on his mind is you and he immediately looked at your terrified form

- the stalkling tries to attack and Douxie reflected it, creating a barrier around you both

- the creatures got angrier as Douxie tried his hardest to defend while snapping you out

- unfortunately, his magic is not strong enough to defend against continuous attacks, the barrier breaks and scratched Douxie, causing him to bleed

- the sight of him bleeding snap you out and you realized the situation you in

- as the grieve has set, seeing the one you love got hurt by the same being that killed your mother, something lit up within you and you felt a surge of energy within you and you just exploded

- Douxie never saw you like this

- you opened a portal to merlin's tower and (practically) throw Douxie into it

- you closed it before he could even call your name

- you will not let this thing hurt anything else around you

- when Douxie arrived with Merlin and Morgana, he almost dropped to his knees

- seeing your bloody self trying so hard fighting and he can see you almost win, you stand on top of the creature, ready to end it

- but something's amiss in your gaze

- until Douxie called your name

- and that broke your trance

- that didn't go unnoticed

- the stalkling gave its last attack that grazed your neck pretty badly before running away, letting you fall and bleeding through the wound

- you can barely respond to anything

- you slightly hear doux's screaming your name and you can feel his hand trying to cover the wound and stop the bleeding

- you can feel the desperation in his voice

- Douxie can't believe what just happened, it all happened so fast

- he ran to you gathering you in his hand, face turning pale looking at the blood oozing from your neck, his eyes trained on your dulled eyes

-'no, no, no...' he tried to stop the bleeding, your flinching is taken as a good sign, you still feel pain, you're alive

- Merlin and Morgana tried every spell possible to heal you, but even with a master wizard and a sorceress, your wound was too fatal, there was nothing they can do

- Douxie cradles your head softly to his chest, hand still on your wound, he mumbles reassurance 'i'm so sorry.... you're gonna be fine... please... it's my fault, i--' rocking you back and forth trying to soothe you (and himself, we know that, let him)

- 'Douxie' you put your bloodied hand on his cheek, you know your time's limited, and you need to make sure he knows

- 'i did this myself, it's on me' tears softly fell on you, and you can hear Douxie's choked sobs while his arm tightened around you

- you turned to Merlin and Morgana (which hurt like hell knowing your almost severed neck, but hey)

- your told your last wish to Morgana and merlin because you love your father and him still in grieve because of the queen and your death could destroy him (you know he loves you but grieving and that is why he's angry) and Douxie oh god..

- you told them to erase the memory of the people about you

- sadly, only the caster can remember so Douxie will not remember you anymore, only Morgana and Merlin do

- both of your masters understand your reasoning, but it didn't make it easy for them to do

- 'Hisirdoux...' 'no' his rejection didn't surprise merlin, this might be his first time saying no to the master wizard, but anything involving you always brought the unexpected within his apprentice. he couldn't let them touch you, he can't lose you, you're not leaving him

- a soft squeeze bringing him to look at your face, tears still flowing down from his face to yours.

- there it is, your smile, although weak, said everything you want to say, pleading him

- 'no' his shoulders tremble as he tries to hold back, though he can feel pieces of himself breaking apart,

- he can feel your desperation as the squeeze got tighter, a tear slips from your eyes and he realized how you've been holding yourself, for him

- 'do it' a small voice came from Douxie, merlin tried to get a hold of you but Douxie stopped him 'but I'm not letting her go' he said clutching you

- the scene unfolding in front of Merlin and Morgana is heartwrenching, however, it was your last wish

- Merlin and Morgana begin chanting, the spell starting, and Douxie felt his memories of you fading, his eyes grew heavy, but his arms never let go of you, sobbing as he can feel more and more memories of you disappear

- When the spell is done Douxie fell unconscious, tears in his eyes, yet he never let go of you

- Merlin used his magic to open a portal to Douxie room tucking him in bed while Morgana take your body from his embrace

- she hugged your cold body, grieving

- but that's when she realized, a faint, almost gone heartbeat of yours

- a small warm light came from your chest and she notices the gift she gave you the day after your debutante, a necklace with a pendant made from heartstone

- she gave that to you because as she said how heartstone linked with life magic, it was just a theory and myth until she saw what happened to you

- she called merlin in urgency, explaining to him what happened

- there's still a lot to uncover about life magic, but the scarcity of its user does not help. you however were the lucky ones to have possessed such magic

- Merlin encase you in his time crystal stopping you from progressing worse and with Morgana, began to research more about the connection between life magic and heartstone

- They found out the healing properties of heartstone somehow synergizes with your magic, keeping you alive despite your comatose near-death state

- Merlin decided to embed you to the heartstone, a practice no one ever heard of, he and Morgana decided for the best to let yourself frozen inside it

- maybe then, a miracle may happen

- but they also didn't forget the memory spell cast and tried to erase any traces of you from the kingdom, now that they've cast the spell, the only thing left is to erase any physical traces left of you

- all but one thing

- a spell bracelet you made for Douxie, Merlin knows you've been working on it for a long time, to help Douxie using his spell better

- Douxie didn't know you made this one, so he can still have this right?

- When Douxie woke up, memories about you gone, he came back to how he was before, cheery and spirited

- but something was missing

- When his birthday came around, Merlin gave the spell bracelet to him saying it was a gift and the boy was elated, the first gift from his master

- but something tugged his heart, and deep inside Douxie felt a sliver of pain, he didn't know why but a tear escaped from his eyes

- he frantically tried to erase it, laughing and joking about how touched he is because of the gift from 'Merlin' but Merlin only look at him with something in his eyes for a moment before turning his head and continuing to work

- leaving Douxie and his thoughts swirling inside his mind

- why does it feel like something is taken from him instead the moment he acquired this?

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