#zoe toa x reader

[typicalsolangelolover]

Info

Request rules: -you can request head cannons or a fanfic because I do both. -I do angst, fluff, AUS, comfort, ships, light gore, and other stuff outside of the riordanverse but it's rare. -I will not do smut/lemon, crossovers, kane chronicles or magnus chase(I haven't read them yet), podfics(an audio recording where I read it to you), songfics(when someone sings the story), heavy gore, and PWP. -I mostly do character x reader but I will also do character x character if requested. -Platonic and romance are ok but if it's romance I don't write up to more than 4 people in a poly relationship because it can get messy. -Please try to be specific. For example, "Can you please write Poly Will and Nico with a male reader who is having an anxiety attack? Preferably angst at the beginning and comfort at the end." -If you want something specific to happen in the story or the reader to have specific traits, please let me know. -You can also request specific traits for characters but I will be less likely to use them unless it's an AU. -Please don't request if it says requests are close, I'll just ignore it if you do. Also, please know that even if requests are open, I may not always except something. In those cases I just won't respond to them or write anything for it.

Characters I write for:

PJO: Percy, Annabeth, Chiron(reader will be an adult) Travis, Conner, Thalia, Luke, Rachel, Bianca(platonic only), Zoe(Platonic only), Grover, Selena, Katie, Nico, Calypso, any of the Greek gods or goddesses(reader has to be a god/goddess)

HOO: Jason, Piper, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Reyna, Octavian, Lavinia, Will

TOA: Meg, Apollo as Lester(the only time the reader does not have to be a god/goddess)

[alovesongshewrote]

GORLS | Zoe Ashildr HCs

dating hcs but for zoe this time

@prismarts @mxcheese @blixeon

Headcanons

Hahahhahahaha

Ok, first thing you’ll need to know:

Ya girl is snarky as hell

She’s snarky now, and she was snarky 900 years ago

And you either love it, or you will love it

And she loves it when you’re snarky, too

Y’all can be snarky together

It’s cute

You can also complain about work together

Like, full on vent about the shit you have to put up with during the day

Possibly while cuddling

Possibly while hunting monsters and getting food

You’re versatile like that

But yeah, no, seriously

Zoe is the best monster hunting partner

She’s serious about it, but not too serious

She’ll have your back and keep you safe, but she isn’t overprotective

And yeah, she’ll gently make fun of you for messing up on a hunt, but it’s with love, and she won’t take it too far

Actually, that goes for most things, not just hunting

She will make fun of you, but with love and care

It’s how she shows her affection

That’s not the only way she shows affection, though

Like, keeping you alive is a big one

But also, she’ll listen to you while you vent

Make you coffee or tea the way you like it

She’ll do your makeup for you

She’ll share everything in her closet with you

She’ll bring you you records that she thinks you’ll like

SPEAKING OF WHICH

RECORD STORE DATES, RECORD STORE DATES, RECORD STORE DATES

She’ll close up the record store at the end of the night, and you’ll bring take out, and then you’ll listen to all of the new stuff that’s come in, and you’ll label and sort things

Is it work? Technically, but you have fun doing it because you’re together!

Also no one’s around, so you both can dance around and be dumb without anyone seeing

You can also make out if you want to :)

Speaking of

Zoe! Kisses! So! Well!

She isn’t like douxie, who takes it kinda slow, she’ll just

Kiss you

passionately

She’ll ask if she can, and then after that

She just kisses you

No worries, no fear

It’s the good shit

One could say it’s

Electrifying

It makes

Sparks fly

Haha, puns

Anyway

Zoe also gives really good hugs

Like

She’ll hug you when you’re tired or upset and you just

Suddenly feel better

She is also very nice to hold

It’s just nice to hug her, lol

Oh!

And!

This girl

Will fix your broken tech for free

Laptop not working? She’s on it

Phone not charging? She’ll fix it in seconds

Y’know how some tech companies will purposefully slow down their phones to make their users get the latest model?

Yeah, you don’t and will never have to deal with that

It’s dope

Another dope thing: you go to every ADP performance!

Because you’re a supportive partner

And because ash dispersal pattern is really good

And because you get to make out with zoe after performances

It’s dope

Dating zoe also includes an automatic friendship with douxie and archie

They are both very cool

Will attempt to help you plan dates that just sound like they’re headed for disaster

It’s sweet though

You love those guys

And you love taking zoe on disaster dates

Does she enjoy the disaster dates?

I mean

Not really, but she does enjoy how your cheeks heat up when she saves your ass for the fifth time that day

She enjoys seeing you blush in general, though

And she enjoys saving your ass

She prefers to keep you alive, just

Fyi

Anyway, yeah

Dating zoe is just really good

10/10 would recommend

[ettellessa]

I decided somebody had to fix Rise of the Titans so I did it myself.

I cut out all the bad things: no pregnant Steve, no bad ending.

Feel free to watch, save, reupload and share. Enjoy, huzzah.

Fixed It (G-drive)

Fixed it (mega)

[troublesometrollhunters]

Maybe Douxie offering to let the reader stay at his place a while and look after them when they need a place to stay?

Douxie is an awesome roommate!!!

~ First things first. You don't have one room mate, you have three. Nari and Archie live there just like him so be prepared to have a sassy talking cat (dragon/wizards familar) and a curious demigod who asks a lot of questions. Don't worry though he's in charge so he'll keep Nari and Archie in line.

~ Honestly the Wizard is so stoked to be having you as a roomie. I mean he loves hanging out with you so this is basically a never-ending sleepover for him. He knows its temporary and until you get back on your feet but he doesn't mind at all. Honestly likes coming home to have a person there. He loves Archie and Nari but your a breath of fresh air to all the magic insanity he deals with on an everyday basis.

~ All together very chill and will mostly adapt to your schedule. He's pretty fluid and doesn't mind changing some things around to make you more comfortable. You might have to keep him from going overbored cause hes just that good of a friend and wants you comfortable. You remind him it's his house and Douxie calms down a bit.

~ He had an extra room in his apartment behind the bookstore that was just storage. So that's now yours. He cleans the room with you putting the storage somewhere else and helps you spruce it up a bit and makes it seem really homey. This may be temporary but he wants you to know you can stay as long as you need no judgment. Nari even gives you a little plant for your desk as a welcome to the house gift. She's very excited to make another friend.

~ He doesn't really have any hardset rules but he does warn you he sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and his schedule can be weird. He'll try to adjust to you but that can't always happen so be prepared for some sleepy sheingians and the magical choas that'll come. Also Nari might accidentally wake you up because she doesn't really sleep and Archie can be kind of nocturnal so he'll be shuffling around or watching television on nights. Douxie will put a sound barrier on your room if that helps.

~ Honestly he just asks you clean up after yourself. He's not very keen on rules and he's got rent covered. So just do your half of the dishes and laundry maybe pickup, vacuum, or mop every now and than and your both golden. Also don't go opening any weird bottles or touch anything magical without him around. He doesn't want you to get hurt while staying with him.

~ You always have fresh fruit and vegetables and a full fridge. Doux is always stocking up so don't worry about food. And Nari is more than happy to grow things for you to eat. But if you cook anything she enjoys watching so be prepared for a lot of questions and her poking any spices or tools your using to cook. If you let her help she insists on eating it the moment its done or waiting til Douxie gets home so you can eat eat together.

~ Archie and Nari have a habit of climbing or jumping on you so you better get used to it. Archie likes perching because of his dragon instincts and Nari just likes being tall and being included. If you happen to fall asleep on the couch or on a chair they will cuddle with you and you'll wake up to a purring Archie or Nari taking a nap. No you can't move them (cat rules apply). Yes you might get stuck for awhile. But it's very worth it.

~ Nari likes making you flower crowns. When you come out with your outfit for the day she has a matching flower crown waiting for you. She thinks it makes you look Royal and she enjoys when you wear them. If you have to go somewhere and can't wear a flowercrown she'll braid flowers in your hair or give you a flower chain. She misses you during the day so if you give her something of yours to hold onto for the day she's very happy.

~ You spend long nights in the bookstore. While Zoe, Douxie, and Archie go off saving the world every night you wander his book store with Nari learning about magic and reading up on spells. Some nights when they don't have anything to do you'll all sit in front of the fireplace and share stories as you stay up until the next day. They'll show you magic tricks or talk about adventures from hundreds of years ago.

~ Douxie brings food home from his restaurant all the time. You all sit together on the couch watching movies and eating as you joke and laugh. Nari loves cartoons and animated movies but she also enjoys family movies. Archies one for drama. And Douxie doesn't really care but he likes inspiring movies or movies with a good role model dad and damaged son (yes its self projection no don't point it out). Also he likes found family. Movie nights are intresting as a bit of everything will be played. Also if Archie gets bored he won't hesitate to snatch the remote.

~ Ever have a very stressful day or feel like shit? Have no fear Douxie is here and he has something that'll cheer any downtrodden soul. What is it? A classic British Tea of course. Tea, scones, pastries. He's got everything and by the end of your drink you will be feeling better. He's had his fair share of bad days so he'll be making sure you don't go through your feelings alone.

~ If your a friend of Douxies your a friend of Zoes. Zoe is one of Douxies best friends so she'll be stopping by constantly. To make sure he's sleeping, to make sure he's eating, to make sure he hasn't died cause he forgot to text or call. On the plus side she's always wiling to help out with your tech or give free upgrades. She's also more than willing to teach you magic with Douxie if you ever want to try it.

~ Douxies always playing music. So be prepared for a lot of tunes and waking up at 2 a.m because he had an idea and oh god he's sorry he woke you up. Well might as well drink some tea and tell him what you think. If he's writing a new song he'll often ask for your input and brainstorm with you. Some of your best memories are from staying up with Douxie all night perfecting a song the day before a concert.

~ Speaking of concerts he and Zoe have tickets to everything which mean they have tickets for you to everything. By the end of the month you've probabaly been to a concert at least once a week. Their rocker wizards darling and they want you to join in on the fun.

~ It's a choatic household but your room mates love you. Whether you decide to move in permanatley or just stay awhile their happy to have you while your around.

[furblrwurblr]

Patience, love!

Hey hey hey! Guess who made another Douxie x reader soulmate fic? m e

Douxie x Reader Soulmate AU, fluff, angst. crack if you squint.

Warnings: Swearing, I was far more casual this time, more misunderstandings aha, angst if you squint but it's not that hidden

The song in question: here, viewer discretion advised. It's emo boy by Ayesha Erotica, and this fic doesn't make a whole lot of sense without it? It can but you'll have to wait for a vague clarification.

Please enjoy our boy feat. Zoe!

Part 2

For as long as you’ve lived, your soulmate’s thoughts about you wrote themselves on your body, just as they had for nearly a millennium. You could tell you’d missed yours a few times. Back in Italy, you’d often stumble out of an alley after a riveting fight with a litter of canal criblets and their mother (why did the only aggressive species of hippocampi have their kids in the canals?) with quiet compliments and passing thoughts along your limbs.

“Another wizard? I wonder where they studied,” or “That was quite a spell, great technique! Wait! Watch out for the-” (that time you’d been a teeny bit distracted by the compliment and whirled around just in time to meet a screaming criblet doing its damndest to bite your face off with its nasty little teeth and bruise you with its impish little hooves. The fuckers were sharp.) The critter left you in a blinding blast of blue. Someone dressed in near all-black ran past you, but by the time your eyes cleared, the blue light was blasting away across the canal and a couple of violent hippocampi babies prevented you from following. Since, you always kept an eye out for that telltale blue light.

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Over time, soulmate laws abated, seen as inhumane towards those unfortunate enough to not have one and those who simply didn’t want one. The law changes allowed you to date around a bit, but, with each partner, you felt more and more guilty as you learned about your true soulmate. By now, you’d discovered he’s a he, he’s a wizard, and he’s a hopeless romantic. Often he’d daydream about all kinds of cheesy dates and tropes he hoped to do with you. Most painfully, he thought about how excited he was to experience everything with you for the first time. Of course, you two had already had mental conversations about it and though he always accepted it, you could tell he was a bit disappointed. You didn’t have many firsts left and said you’d save those at least, but he, sweetheart he was, said he’d just give you more firsts. First scuba dive. First romantic boat date, but in the clouds. First couple’s bake at 3 AM in your shared flat. 

You stopped dating after that.

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Now, it was the start of the 21st century and you were impatient. You’d traveled everywhere, sign of that beautiful blue, and no help from your cheeky soulmate. Every time you asked if he was in a new country, he’d tell you: “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” It made you tear your hair out, never settling down anywhere. After a while, he seemed to notice you were moving slower, motivation no longer able to breeze you through three large villages in a month. He started being super obnoxious about how much he “looooved America, Merlin’s beard, Land of the Free! Free! Dobby is free! What a wondrous place!” After a sharp word and a warm, giddy feeling from him, you were on a plane to The ‘States. What a way to start your 2000’s, huh?

Sixteen years. It had taken you sixteen years to comb the country, starting from New York and finally reaching California. You could feel your hope dwindle, but you had one last straw to go on: Benoit’s. He’d wanted to take you there a couple times within the past couple years so it must be in his area. Problem is, the entire west coast was covered in them, every city, small and large, having at least one. You’d ruled out the other states after years of searching, only California was left. With a bittersweet, determined huff, you boarded the plane.

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You gave up. Where the fuck was this guy? For the first time in your life, you decided to settle. You’d looked in every nook and cranny California had to offer and didn’t find him. No magic, no man, no nothing. Seeing as you couldn’t seem to find shit, you turned to your magic. You could cast a few defensive and offensive spells, but your speciality was tracking. Ironic, isn’t it? You’d tried searching for him that way, but his aura was too warded and its memory too faded from your memory to work. However, now you were doing it for yourself. You bought a map and worked your magic, seeking stone swinging in perfect circles and settling around a small town called Arcadia. Funny, you hadn’t been there yet. What if- no. “He’s gone”, you reminded yourself. You found a flat in the area and set off. 

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Douxie felt it the moment you gave up. He didn’t know exactly what you’d given up on, but he did know he hadn’t seen any more locations pop up in a couple weeks. For some ungodly known reason, he didn’t realize that all your questions of his whereabouts weren't just a passing curiosity. He was waiting for fate to bring you two together, not considering his soulmate might be so impatient and eager to meet him that they’d travel the ends of the earth. 

He’d been washing dishes at Benoit’s when his coworker pointed out the little black letters on the back of his shoulder. “He’s gone.” He went back to work with a heavy heart. “So much for waiting for fate,” he thought.

You’d just moved the last box into your new flat when you saw it. So much for fate? You spent the rest of the day in bed, tears christening your rented mattress. “I guess he gave up too.”

You couldn’t live off your savings forever, you only had so much gold left from the Golden Age of Piracy to sell to museums. Within a week, you’d secured jobs at the local Speedway and HexTech. You convinced yourself you were okay, that this was better for you. You bonded with your coworkers at HexTech, but there was one you were having difficulties with. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, but you really admired her. Her name was Zoe, and you couldn’t get enough of her. 

One day, you worked up the nerve to strike up a conversation during your shared counter shift. She liked you when you got to talking, and said she’d help you finish unpacking your flat as soon as you told her why you didn’t generally act so free as you did in the past hour of conversation. You agreed to tell her while she helped you.

The two of you made a day of it. She brought snacks and a housewarming movie for you both to watch when you finished, and you made a smorgasbord for lunch paired with a good wine you’d been saving since the 1800’s. No time like the present, eh?

You plopped onto the stained couch that came with the place. Heaving a great, satisfied sigh, you looked over your flat with a smile. Settling felt good, like you had a place you belonged.

“It looks fantastic, Zoe, thank you for the help.”

“I’m good, aren’t I,” she said with a confident smile, sitting next to you on the couch. A few moments pass in silence. Her tone shifted. “Spill,” she demanded.

You sigh and recounted all that’s happened with your soulmate. Your passing in Italy. Your shame. His enthusiasm. The shift that seemed to occur all at once, both of you switching gears at the same time.

She looked at you sympathetically, knowing full well how it felt when things went wrong with a soulmate. Sucking in a breath, she hesitated. You could tell she was trying to find the right words. You almost told her it was alright that she didn’t have to-

“He sounds like a dumbass,” she blurted. 

You shared a laugh, agreeing.

“I really do like him,” you sighed. “Some part of me still has something there, you know? This is one of the few places I haven’t looked, there’s a Benoit’s here, but I’m… I’m petrified.”

Zoe looked you over. “Give me your phone.” She held out her hand and cut off any protests. After some fiddling, she handed it back and you found 5 alarms and 2 calendar events, all with very obnoxious titles. “You. Me. Benoit’s. You’re not getting out of it, I’ll bring a grit-shaka if I have to.

You groaned and moaned about it as she put in the movie, the self-satisfied smirk never leaving her face. You quieted down as the movie started, realizing there was no way around it. You were secretly thankful for such aggressive support, but opted to shake all thoughts of soulmates from your mind as you shared this moment with your new friend.

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Today was the day. You’d gotten into something comfortable to try and calm your nerves, but it wasn’t doing much. After fixing your hair for the third time, you jumped at a knock on the door. Zoe came in, grabbed your purse, and pulled you out of the building by the wrist. You started walking, the cafe only two blocks away. By the first block your hands were shaking. Zoe pulled you behind Stuart’s electronics and held up a grit-shaka.

“Mother Midril, you were serious?”

“Deadly,” she said, looping it around your neck.

Your shaking calmed instantly, your magic preventing it from getting too out-of-hand. Troll magics were tricky.

You two walked in and sat at a booth, ordering your respective coffees and breakfast items from a nice young man, he couldn’t have been older than sixteen. After a bit of a wait, the voice of Adonis himself asked you both how you were doing, handing you your coffees. He spoke with Zoe a bit and introduced himself to you as Douxie. You confidently responded in kind, but your mind could only think of one thing.

You struggled to keep your composure, even with the grit-shaka. Yes, the thing calmed your nerves, but damn did it bring back some old habits. You saw Zoe’s eyes widen at Douxie’s arm but paid it little mind. He was hot. Long hair, tight jeans… you barely responded coherently as Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica blasted through your brain. Yes, it was embarrassing, yes, you wanted your soulmate more than anything, but gods above he was your type and you’d be damned to not appreciate it.

As soon as he left, you brought your hand behind your neck and removed the blasted thing, looking at Zoe in shock. Her expression mirrored yours but for a very different reason. Douxie was the dumbass. And you’d just technically praised his dick, insulted him, and asked him to fuck you over 10 times, and it was all written up his arms and probably around his torso. She broke out into a cackle, tears mildly smudging her mascara. You were utterly confused and looked at his retreating figure over your shoulder, noticing a thought coming up the arm you’d slung over the booth chair. 

“I’m flattered, I think? You must be the little minx at table three. I knew you weren’t one for waiting, but at least buy me dinner first! I’ll be right out, just let me grab my sweater to cover this a little bit. Think of the children!”

You stopped breathing altogether. Tightening your lips, you let out a muffled scream and pulled Zoe from her seat across you. Your elbow knocked over your coffee and you nearly did the right thing of helping, but you didn’t have time. All these 800 years, all your hope and searching, and you make the worst possible first impression. Sure, it wasn’t good already, but now he had a face to put to the shame. You stumble out the door, Zoe’s laughter still following you out of the now-silent diner.

Douxies pale cheeks were blazing with color as he pulled on his sweater in the break room. Going over, ahem, such blunt words, no matter the context, wasn't good for his health. His shirt raised and he saw the hurried words appear near his hip, chuckling as he started to read. He’d seen the grit-shaka; they must have taken it off.

“Shit, it’s you? I knew going was a bad idea, I’m so sorry, I’ve probably made you so uncomfortable, I’ll be going now.”

Wait… going? Douxie slammed the door open, hearing the wall plaster crunch inside. Table three was empty and covered in coffee, your purse was still there, and the diner was completely silent. Your coat swished out the door and he tripped over himself, stumbling between tables to get to the door. He ran out into the empty street, looking for something, anything. His boss called him back in to help, and he sulked into the diner. Bending down to pick up the cup so he could mop up the mess, he lit up. Your purse. It sat on the seat, the various charms and keychains glistening with the glow of one of Mordrax’s miracles.

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You and Zoe made it back to your flat, out of breath. Zoe was still giggling as she reactivated the wards on the door. You plopped on the couch again, this time in shock. Zoe shook you out of it, eyes sincere. 

“You have to go back.”

“I one hundred percent do not, there’s absolutely nothing holding me to that.”

“There’s me, dipshit, and there's something else. You’re too empathetic to put him through any more.”

You looked at her, surprised. “What do you mean?” you asked, voice small.

She explained how much it hurt him that you’d dated others even though he knew it was entirely your decision. How much of a hole it made in his heart when you gave up. How he dropped his regular temperament for a sullen, depressed shell of the man he was, going through the motions and not much more.

“I understand if you want to wait a while, but-”

“But I have to go back,” you said, drawing your knees to your chest. She scooted closer to you, wiped your gathering tears, and planted a light kiss on your forehead. She snorted when you brought your hand to the spot she’d just kissed, checking for residue from her jet black lipstick.

She gently swiped a thumb across her lip and bopped your nose. “No-transfer. I buy the good shit,” she said with a smile.

She put on a calm movie and wrapped you in a blanket, telling you how proud she was at your bravery and discussing plans for returning to Benoit’s.

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Three weeks later, Douxie had called you a few times. You'd left your phone at home in Zoe’s insistence and left your purse at the scene of the crime. Now, you were ready to sort out more than your missing belongings. You walked out of your flat prepared to have another go. Sort of. You had a decorative facemask on, a large dark sweatshirt (to deter being perceived in any way), and no intention to actually speak to him. You just wanted him to know you were there and not completely rejecting him. Zoe had spoken to him, so he knew you’d be there during his shift and how nervous you were. You were grateful for her, she’d told him the gist of what you couldn’t say yourself, but some things she’d said were best heard from you. 

You sat down, fingers twitching. God, did you want to pick at something. You settled for scratching at the table, not feeling like making a mess of lint in the same booth you’d drenched in coffee not three weeks prior.

Douxie came with your drink, already having memorized what you ordered last time. Your purse was strapped across his body, laying at his hip. He gently placed it on the table and pushed your coffee towards you after carefully slipping something under it out of your field of view. You went to check and he covered it with a chuckle.

“You really aren’t very patient, are you?”

You covered your face and laughed. Taking a deep breath, you pulled the mask under your chin and placed your hands in his. “No, I’m not. Which is why I won’t wait any longer. I’m sorry. I was so caught up in myself I never thought to properly communicate with you. I hurt us both unnecessarily, can you forgive me?”

His eyes softened, lips lifting into a gentle smile. “Of course, love. I’ve waited for you for so long, and I had my part in this misunderstanding, so of course I can. I’m still on shift, but- ah, just check under the cup, would you?” He lifted one of your hands to his lips, gently brushing over your knuckles. “I’ll see you soon, darling,” he said, getting up and back behind the counter.

You took a slow sip of your now-cooled coffee and nearly spit it out at what he’d placed under it. Two tickets to Warped Tour laughed at you from the tabletop. You eyed them warily as you picked up the accompanying note. 

“Hey, love! I hope you haven’t been to Warped Tour, it can be our first first! Apologies for the strange wording. I’ll see you at 7:00 on XX/XX/20XX outside your flat, I’m taking you to dinner before we go. Plus, we can get that romantic boat ride in the clouds I promised so long ago out of the way too! I can’t wait. You must be rubbing off on me. I’ll be seeing you, love. -Hisirdoux”

Next to it was a paw print. Did he have a cat? Either way, he was an absolute cheek. You drank your coffee in silence, a new calendar event to look forward to. 

[daydream-believin]

~Main Menu ~

One Shots / Headcanons

Series

[rikalovesrice]

Douxie x Reader #4 - Comfort (Part 1)

Reader Recap : Lives in older sister’s shadow, rarely ever acknowledged by her parents or people at school. Has a host of insecurities because of it. Part-time pizza delivery girl on a scooter. A partner in crime when hunting for monsters in the late hours of night with Douxie, Archie, and Zoe. You and Douxie have become close friends. 

You didn’t know where you going and you didn’t care. All you knew is that you had to get as far away from your house and the people inside of it as you could without leaving Arcadia. 

You floored it on your scooter, fueled by the frustration and hurt pumping through your veins. Eventually you rolled into town and parked the scooter in the park, dismounting and leaning back against the seat, holding yourself. There was a dull sort of ache in your head and you could feel the pressure of tears forming but refusing to fall. It brought you to the ground and you curled in on yourself, rocking forward onto the balls of your feet. It was times like this, when being swept aside became too much, that you questioned your very existence. Why you even bothered sometimes. If your parents even knew they had another child. If you really were just a speck of dirt on your older sister’s pristine image.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed there all balled up beside your scooter, taking deep breathes and crying softly into your arms. You had just noticed a bizarre, prickling rasp in your ear when -

“(Name)!!”

There as a flash of blue and you instinctively ducked, rolling forward and roughly onto your side as some kind of misty, shadowy form took the brunt of a blast of blue. The creature screeched and quickly recovered from the attack. It was about the size of a squirrel and it twitched and jerked about like a glitch. White, ghastly, hollow eyes pulsed against a shape of black and gray smoke, like distorted full moons. You backed away on your elbows, terrified when not one, not two, but what looked like a hundred more of the things manifested from the night, rising like a wave from behind your scooter.

You braced yourself as the creatures descended upon you, squeezing your eyes shut, when a hand clamped around your shoulder and pulled you snug against a familiar bundle of black. 

“Douxie...!” you gasped, looked up at his face creased with concentration. You flinched at the force of the shadowy creatures slamming into the shield of magic Douxie had conjured, his left arm extended, charm bracelet alight with symbols. When they’d dispersed, Douxie lowered the shield and helped you to your feet, checking you over.

“Are you alright?” he asked, patting your shoulders and arms. “What are you doing here? I thought you had something with your family tonight.”

“What...What are those things?” you huffed, wondering how you’d manage to forget what Arcadia’s like after midnight. The flurry of writhing shadows regrouped in the air, a frightening show against the street lights, and were circling back. Douxie moved in front of you, watching them closely with charm bracelet at the ready.

“Hollowsprites,” Douxie said lowly. “Nasty things. Haven’t seen this many since Morgana returned. Drawn to darkness. They feed upon strong negative emotions and feelings. Fear. Anger. Sadness.” His voice lost some edge and his head turned slightly back towards you. “Pain and suffering...”

Sensing a lapse in attention, the hollowsprites spiraled downward, only to be intercepted by a bright flash of pink and a burst of fire. Archie and Zoe were hurrying onto the scene, Archie perching himself around Douxie’s shoulders.

“(Name)! Change your mind about tonight?” Archie asked, glancing back at you.

“So this is where they all went,” Zoe said, pink electricity sparking between her fingers. “Thought you were gonna have all the fun, did you, Doux?”

“Ugh, you’re welcome for finding them,” Douxie retorted. Then he grinned, his charm bracelet flickering as he clenched his fist. “Go on, Zoe. I’ve worn them down for you!”

“Yeah cause more hollowsprites showing up is wearing them down.” 

“Provoking is more like it,” Archie added. “Dramatically emoting?”

“Whose side are you on?” Douxie whined.

“Uh, sorry, Arch,” you say. “I think I was one...er, emoting.”

Archie turned in the air to face you, his white eyebrows creased. “That so? Are you alright, (Name)?” 

Douxie let his guard down even more, slightly lowering his charm bracelet and equally concerned as he looked back at you. 

“Okay not to be insensitive but can we do this later cause we’ve kinda got a situation here!” Zoe lashed the angry hollowsprites with sparks of magic. “Sit tight, (Name). Come on you two!”

“Thought you wanted all the fun, Zoe!”

“Douxie, I swear -”

Continuing their banter, Douxie, Zoe, and Archie got to work blasting and zapping and burning the hollowsprites into submission. The pain in your heart was suspended for the moment as you were fixated on the action in front of you. Several hollowsprites lunged at you, but they ended up barreling into another one of Douxie’s shields. 

“(Name), whatever negative emotions are inside of you, they want to consume them,” he said, looking back at you. “They want to use your emotions to make them stronger and corrupt you. But you can resist them. Don’t let them win!” Douxie shoved the magical shield forward with a loud grunt, the magic bursting and causing the hollowsprites to scatter furiously. 

Corruption. That was a concept that hadn’t occurred to you. But now that you thought about it, it made sense. There were plenty of times the hurt threatened to melt into bitter hatred, to the point where you considered being a nasty person yourself in retaliation. Everything was constantly being taken away from you. Everything. But...There were things within you that your family could never touch. Things no one could touch or take, not if you had any say in it. And right now...It seems you did. 

No one would steal the peace of a bookstore. The warmth of a cafe. Jamming out in a record store. The thrill of cruising on a scooter under a starlit sky. The wonder of literal magic, the kind you thought only existed in movies. A talking cat with glasses and a pair of wings. Headphones over a head of pink hair. Black clothes and golden eyes and that breathtaking smile of his.

The place where you belonged.

The friends you now cherished.

The love you had found.

The pain of understanding now what life could be. What it should have been.

You were constantly aware of the exhaustion of choosing love. Choosing to have grace. Choosing to be strong and steadfast. Choosing to be different. But as tiring as it was, you never once regretted it. And that belonged to you, too. 

The decision, your resolve, to try and be better.

You planted your feet, grounding yourself as the hollowsprites once again took aim at you. As they dove down, Douxie almost conjured another shield but you stepped firmly in front of him.

“Stay away from my emotions you freaks!” you yelled at the mass of writhing shadows. “They’re mine! My feelings are mine!” Almost immediately, the hollowsprites recoiled as if stung, screeching and squealing in confusion.

“That’s it!” Douxie said with a broad smile, summoning rings of magic to attack the creatures further. Archie flew between the rings, setting Douxie’s magic ablaze to amplify his spells. Soon blue flames were raining down like falling leaves from hollowsprites being burned alive.

“Big mistake messing with my friend!” Zoe said, engulfing herself in pink electricity. With two taps of her toes on the ground, she bolted forward, powerful streams of lightning trailing behind her and frying any hollowsprite in her path. The ravenous behavior of the creatures dissolved into frustrated disorientation, members of the shadowy cluster zipping around aimlessly.

You noticed that the hollowsprites weren’t actually dying. Rather the number of hollowsprites began to dwindle as members of the swarm shot off into the night like dark firecrackers. 

Eventually all the hollowsprites fled, an eerie silence filling the town in their wake. All three of your magical friends loosened in exhaustion, Douxie actually dropping to the ground to sit.

“None of them were destroyed,” you commented, looking up into the night where the creatures had vanished.

“Yea, well...As long as negative emotions exist, hollowsprites can’t be destroyed,” Zoe said. “Just shooed away, really.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry...”

“Don’t be,” Douxie said. “We’ve been seeing more and more of them lately anyway.”

“You see, hollowsprites are also drawn to...‘disturbances’ in the realms, so to speak,” Archie said. “We suspect something must be amiss...”

“There’s that, too, yes. But I suppose they targeted you because your emotions were so strong...” 

You locked eyes with Douxie, a moment passing between you both. His eyes were soft with concern. For some reason, looking to those eyes, you felt really vulnerable.

Zoe cleared her throat. “Erm, Archie? Why don’t we make sure the rest of the town is clear of those things?”

“Pardon...?” Archie said. “But- Oh. Oh...Y-yes! Good idea, Zoe!”

Zoe gave you a quick hug. “I’ll text you later. You better answer me! Make sure she gets home safe, Doux.” 

You felt a blush on your cheeks. They were leaving you alone with him? 

“Uh, hold on-” But Zoe and Archie were already hurrying away. You leaned back against the seat of your scooter, fumbling with your fingers and saying nothing. And suddenly extremely aware of Douxie’s presence. You actually jumped a little when he said your name.

“(Name)...Um...” Douxie scratched the back of his neck. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to...But if you don’t mind me asking what happened...?”

Of course you didn’t mind. Douxie was a safe space where the monsters couldn’t reach you. Your place of respite. But even though the tears came easily then, it didn’t mean you weren’t embarrassed.

“They all forgot,” you said, your voice already thick with tears. “They forgot about the dinner I had planned to um...celebrate my dad’s promotion.” With an empty laugh, you wiped your face with your palm. “I mean, I don’t know what I was expecting. I just...”

Douxie got up off the ground, stepping closer to you. “(Name)...”

“I just wanted to do something nice for my dad. For my family. But I’m dumb and I actually thought they’d care. Mom and dad just went out to eat and my sister just stayed in her room and the food was getting cold and -”

As soon as his arms wrapped around you, you sobbed into his sweatshirt. You were vaguely aware that you were probably getting tears and snot and dribble all over your crush but you couldn’t stop crying for a solid three minutes. Douxie just held you the whole time, hand squeezing your shoulder and thumb stroking your back. 

"I’m emoting all over you...,” you whimpered, having settled down into soft sniffling and hiccups.

“Oh stop it,” Douxie said. Then he hugged you tighter. “I’m so sorry they treat you like this. You know you can always come to me...Zoe, and Archie, right? I... We’ll never sweep you aside.”

You almost came undone again. Not wanting to soak Douxie’s sweatshirt further, you moved back and pressed your forehead against his collarbone, still staying as close as you could to his warmth. To his eyes like the sun and moon, glowing with compassion, soft with understanding. To his smile that always made you smile. To his gentle hands. Those streaks of blue hair. The comforting shadow of his presence. His magic, bright and beautiful like he was. 

It terrified you.

“Yeah...” You pulled away to look up at him, still holding his arms. “Yeah, I know you won’t. I...I believe you. I’ll try....”

Douxie gazed at you for a moment before smiling softy, wiping a tear away with his finger. 

“Good,” he said. Then he smooshed your face between his hands, forcing your cheeks and lips to pucker.

“H-hey!!”

He released you, laughing. “Shall I walk you home?”

Blushing wildly and rubbing your face, you managed a smile.

“That’d be nice.”

~

~

There wasn’t any hurry. It was probably two in the morning now but would your family notice your absence? Negative.

You guided your scooter along as Douxie strolled beside you, the two of you chatting about any and everything. Douxie went off a bit talking about how he didn’t understand people who ate fondant and how much of a jerk Shakespeare was. It was the cutest thing. Then you started going on and on about how pretty the moon was tonight and how crescent moons were your favorite. For a second, Douxie might’ve been staring at you, but, no, duh, you definitely imagined it.

“Well uh...This is me.” You took one look at your front door and sighed. “Sadly.”

“Hey.” Douxie placed a hand on your arm. “Remember what I said. Anytime. A phone call, a text-”

“A raven?”

He snickered. “Especially a raven. But seriously...Just say the word.”

Under the moonlight, Douxie was otherworldly. So gorgeous your heart threatened to swell to bursting. How was it that your paths could possibly have crossed? It escaped you, and you had no hope of catching it.

“Okay,” you said softly.

“Okay,” Douxie repeated. “Goodnight, (Name).”

“Goodnight, Douxie.”

Neither of you moved.

“Ah, go on, then,” Douxie said kindly, putting his hands in his pockets. “I’ll stay until you’re inside.”

“O-oh. Okay, thanks.” You parked your scooter next to your sister’s car. Just as your hand touched the doorknob, you were overwhelmed with the urge to just tell him. Heart racing, you tried to say his name, starting to turn back around.

“Uh..Uh D-Doux-”

“(Name).”

You paused. “Y-yeah?”

Douxie smiled warmly. “I’m glad that I met you. I’m glad we’re friends.”

It was sweetness followed by a stab. 

“Me, too,” you said, meaning it with your whole aching heart. “You...” A shaky breath. “You guys mean the world to me.”

Before he could say anything else, you hurried inside, up the stairs in the dark, and into your room, not caring if you woke anyone up. You curled up on your bed, face in your forearms. 

You were happy. So, so happy. 

And so utterly crushed.

Just outside, still in front of your house, Douxie’s eyes fixated on your bedroom window. Then he turned and started back towards the town, wondering how he could ease the pain in your life and thinking about the look on your face, the glow in your eyes, as you enthused over the moonlight.

[arcaneprism]

Masterpost of my writing

Currently accepting requests from this tag for Julie and the Phantoms and Tales of Arcadia. Ill also accept Shinkenger and Descendants (hc lists only). For JATP and ToA, whether you get a story or a hc is a toss up tho and I may be very slow getting to your request please bear with me.

Headcanons:

OCs (Baes)

[Mal] a world to call home

[Rosuca] caro

[Rosuca] hoodies

[Rosuca] arguments

Tales of Arcadia

[Douxie & Jim] Uncle Douxie

[Zoe & Jim] Auntie Zoe

Wayward children AUs: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Misc

[Scooby Doo] Muslim scooby gang

Stories:

Oneshots

OCs (Baes)

[Tameron] Soulmate AU

[Camyst] Shopping

[Myst] Babysitting

[The twins] Divination

[The twins] The bakery

[The twins] Adoption

[OG trio] First impressions

[Mal] Memory

[Mirasol] Story

[Jaeso] Responsibilities

[Jaesoca] No cookies

[Mitto] Visual Novels

[Cam] Wayward Children AU

Haikyuu

<Collection>  [Yachi] A Whole lot of Yachi-ships (some are crossovers)

Uta no Prince-sama

<Reader x characters> [Gen] Hug Experiment

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun

[Shijima Mei] Creations

Multichapter

OCs (Baes)

<Ongoing> [Tameron] Princess Snow White

Julie and the Phantoms

<Ongoing> [Julie] There’s always somewhere you can call home

Crossovers

<Incomplete> [KnB/hq/Free] The Only Sane Ones (chatfic)

<Ongoing> [HTTYD/Brave/Tangled/RoTG/Frozen/BH6/ToA] Introducing The Dragon Prince (watching HTTYD)

[alovesongshewrote]

👌 prompt: Bewitch (for Zoeeee)

Bewitch | Zoe Ashildr

Plot:  You broke your laptop like a fool, and now your girlfriend is fixing it because she's an angel and she loves you [Zoe Ashildr x GenderNeutral!Reader]

Word Count: 437

Warnings: none

A/N: holy shit this is the first thing i've written in fucking months. hope you enjoy itttt

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05 @blixeon @mxcheese @prismarts

“Zoe, honey, I love you, but are you sure this is the best idea?”

“Yep. Now pass me that candle, we’ve gotta drip wax on the screen.”

You silently handed your lovely witch girlfriend the tools that she required. Honestly, you weren’t 100% sure of her methods, but you were out of options- and really, despite your own magic, you didn’t have enough knowledge to question her.

You tilted your head as she lit the candle, and let large droplets of black wax slide onto the waiting laptop screen below.

“And you’re sure this will fix it?”

“Mhmm.”

“Okay, then. You’re the boss.”

“I know. Now shhhh, I’m trying to focus.”

You grinned and did a tiny, adorable mock salute, “Yes, ma’am!”

“I said shh! That means stop being cute!”

“Impossible,” you said, stretching yourself out as you continued to watch her work, “I’m always cute.”

She stuck her tongue out, but you couldn’t tell if it was at you, or if she was just focusing in on her task. You remained silent, watching as she finished with the wax and moved on to the next thing: sprinkling salt into your keyboard.

You probably would’ve protested that, but alas, you were so bewitched by your wicked wife that you allowed her to do whatever she pleased with the old computer. Honestly, she could’ve taken a sledgehammer to it and you would’ve just watched her with a goofy grin on your face.

By the time she had finished, you were still watching, supporting your head with your hands as she said a latin incantation. Your laptop glowed, briefly, shining a bright pink that reminded you of your girl. Once the glowing stopped, the screen lit back up, ready and waiting for you to enter your password.

Zoe stood and picked up the computer before handing it to you. You accepted it, though not without shooting up to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, lovely. I knew you could fix it!”

“Of course you did. Now come on, I’m hungry. You wanna order in, or what?”

“I am so down to order in,” you entered your password and pulled up a search engine, “What are you in the mood for?”

She kissed your lips and said the name of some restaurant. You barely heard her, though. You were absolutely bewitched by her kiss, left hungry for the taste of her chapstick, and the way her lips felt when they touched you.

Y’all did get food though, and it was great. You left nice yelp reviews and tipped the delivery driver. Always tip your drivers, y’all.

[alovesongshewrote]

They’re So Pretty, It Hurts | Zoe

Plot:  Several minutes of the reader being a disaster

Word Count: 1,870

Warnings:  Pining.  So much pining.

A/N:  it’s woman loving hours, lads.  

Tags: @yagirlcheesely @moppetwithamanbun @tales-of-hisirdoux @blixeon

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Sometimes, you go to a bookstore, and you see a pretty girl.  You make eye contact, and it’s only for a second, but it still takes your breath away.  Her eyes are just so blue, the colour of the sky when the sun is finished rising.  You could get lost in them, you wanted to get lost in them, but instead, you look away almost instantly because being perceived is Not Fun.  Still, your cheeks are warm, and you’re desperate to steal another glance at her.

This is one of those times.  Except you worked at the bookstore, but that didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.  Bottom line, you’d made eye contact with a cute girl and instantly fallen in love with her.  It be like that sometimes, but we manage and move forward.  You managed and moved forward by hiding behind one of the shelves.  You were not the best at managing and moving forward.  You may have actually gone backwards, I’m not sure.  Either way, your heart was racing, practically beating out of your chest.  It felt you couldn't breathe, like oxygen was made of cute girls, which sounds nice but is, in practice, really impractical and very suffocating.

“Uh, (Y/N)?  You good, mate?”

“Hhjkjadfhkaljdfhakhfd-”

“Oh, fuzzbuckets.”

Your lovely, lovely coworker, Hisirdoux Casperan, had noticed you hiding behind the shelf, which wasn’t difficult at all, really.  You didn’t care though, you were mostly hiding from the cute girl.  Literally, anyone and everyone else who entered the bookstore could see you, but that didn’t matter.  As long as she didn’t see, everything would be fine.  Douxie, however, thought you may have had a stroke.

“(Y/N)?” he gave your arm a little poke, “(Y/N)?  (Y/N) darling, are you-”

“Alkjdhfalksdhfajlksdfhakjf, yeah, sorry, I just-” you didn’t finish your sentence.  You just kind of floated away into the void, attention stolen again by the cute girl.  Her hair was pink, her clothes very punk-rock.  Yeah, yeah, you were a goner.  God, she was pretty.  Oh.  Oh, fuck, she was coming this way.  

You jerked your head to face the books you were hiding behind (something about true crime?  It looked cool, but now was not the time,) while Douxie faced the cute girl head-on.  You would never know where he found the confidence, but you respected it.

“Zoe!  This is (Y/N), she’s the new one I was telling you about.”

Zoe.  Zoe.  You liked it.  It was pretty, like her.  Oh, god, she was talking to you.

“(Y/N), huh?  Cute name, it suits you.”

If you could think coherently, you would have been wondering if that meant she found you cute, but you couldn’t think coherently.  At the moment, your thoughts were mostly “AKJKDSFHKJHG,” and “KSHFJAHFKJHAKDFHKALDFHLAJSDFHKLJADSHFKLHASKDJFHKALS,” and you still couldn’t breathe!  It was very valid of you, to be honest.

“Uhh, thanks.  You too.”

Good, good, that was what a normal person would say.  This was a normal, average conversation.  You definitely didn’t have a huge crush on her or anything, nooooo-

“So, uh… true crime?”

You blinked a few times in confusion before realizing that she was referring to the shelf you were leaning on.  Oh, yeah, true crime.  Oh, god, she was looking at you, they were both looking at you, QUICK THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT TRUE CRIME.

“Uh, yeah, I like… crime.”

Oh, wow that was dumb.  I mean, it wasn’t the worst thing you could have said, but you would always remember that one of the first things you said to Zoe was “I like crime.”

She raised an eyebrow, “You… like crime?”

Too late to back out now, “...Yes.  I’m…  I’m good at crime.  I enjoy arson.”

It was stupid.  Really stupid, like, you didn’t even know where that came from.  But it made her laugh.  And you knew at that moment that you would do anything to make her laugh again.  Her smile was a blessing that brought light into your world, and you wanted to see it every day if she was okay with that.

“Ah, I like you, you’re cute.  Anyway, I have to get back to work, but I’ll see you later.  And you!”

You were trying to recover from the first six words of that sentence, but now she was pointing at you!  And looking!  Eye contact!  Ah!

“Stick around Arcadia, ok?  I wanna see you again.”

“I-I um-” you were straight-up dying now, ok, “Well, you know where to find me!”

Her smile was the most important thing in the world and you would die to protect it.

“Aight, I’m out!  Bye guys!”

“See you, Zo.”

“B-bye!”

As soon as she was gone, you collapsed against the bookshelf and buried your face in your hands.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WELL, that could have gone better, but it didn’t go worse, and for that you were thankful.

Douxie stared at you for a second.  He’d seen friends in this state before, as often as the night prior, actually.  Zoe had had the same reaction when she first saw you that you had to seeing her now, and he’d promised to introduce you.  She’d been so calm earlier because she’d been practicing what to say in the mirror for, like, a day.  You, on the other hand, had not prepared for this.  It was finals week and you had not studied.  Shit, you hadn’t even known about finals week.  Your friend had just devised this gay little plot and it left you a flustered mess with no study materials.  There were no cue cards in this world, only pretty-girl-panic and fits of uncontrollable blushing.

He knelt down to get on your level, “You okay?”

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“Understandable.  You wanna chill in the back for a minute?”

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

It wasn’t a verbal confirmation, but you nodded, and he took that as a yes.  He helped you to your feet and led you to the back, which was technically his house, but whatever, semantics. 

“Here, I’ll just let you chill for a bit.  I’ll be back soon, please don’t die.”

“I won’t!”

He smiled at that and walked back into the shop to continue dealing with the public.  F in the chat for Douxie.  In the meantime, you just curled yourself into a ball on his couch and made a low humming noise.  Man, were you bad at… everything or what?

“Mrowr?”  You looked up to see a familiar mass of black fur, his head tilted in curiosity.  

“Ah, hey Arch.”

“Mrp.”

“You know you don’t have to do the whole cat thing with me?  I know you can talk.”

“Well, it’s nice to pretend sometimes.  Besides, we don’t know when that door’ll open again or for who.  It’s best to stay inconspicuous.”

You let a small laugh escape you as you started to calm down, your lungs finally getting the oxygen they’d so desperately missed, “I mean, that’s fair.”

“Mrpt?”  which, in cat, meant, “So, what’s up?”

“Well, it’s this girl.  Zoe.  Pink hair, blue eyes, the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever seen.  I just… she’s really cute and I made an absolute fool out of myself in front of her.”

“Mrooooooooooooooooooooow,” meaning, “(Y/N), dear, I know this Zoe.  She’s friends with Douxie.  The bar for general foolery is pretty high.”

“You really think so?”

“Mrow!”  “(Y/N), I know so.  If you like her so much, you should talk to her more!  You’re a nice person, I’m sure she’d like you!”

“Thanks, Arch.”

“Prrbt,” “You’re welcome.”

“Well, I should probably get out there.  Go be a functioning member of society.  Thanks again, bud,”  you gave the cat-dragon a little scratch behind the ears, smiling again at how he stretched up to meet your hand, “See ya around, cat man.”

“See you, (Y/N).”

You gave the familiar one last grin before you slipped out the door, glad that you could breathe, finally.  And then that was ripped away from you by a cute pink-haired lady in the middle of the bookstore.

“Oh!  Zoe!  Hi!”

“Hey, (Y/N)!  I just realized I uh, sort of forgot what I came here for.” 

“That’s understandable!  It happens to me all the time!”

“Heh, yeah,”  she stopped talking and just stared at you for a second.  You did the same before remembering that she said words, and that meant something.

“O-oh, yeah.  What is it that you were looking for?”

“Oh, just,” she pulled a post-it note out of her pocket and handed it to you.  Her finger brushed over yours and you could almost feel a spark there, “Just this.”

“C-cool!  Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, I’ll be right back!”  you gave her a quick nod before running upstairs to grab the book.  While you were distracted, Zoe had her own little meltdown, but she composed herself as soon as she noticed you coming down the stairs.

“Aight, so here you go,” you handed her the book, fingers brushing hers, electricity running through them.  Literally, there was electricity.  You waved it off though.  It was a magical world, and this wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen today (nope, that little award went to “I enjoy arson.”)

“That’ll beeeee, nothing.  Take it.”

“Wait, that’s-that, why?

“I mean, it’s not something I’m allowed to do but, eh, you’re cute.  And I told you I enjoy crime, didn’t I?”

“I’m-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it,” you said, immediately losing any cool persona you may have had.  Zoe didn’t mind.  She thought you were cute no matter what you did.  That in itself was made evident by the blush on her cheeks.

“O-oh.”

You smiled a little.  You did that, you were the cause of it.  You could only hope that she was also okay with this.

“Well,” you bit your lip.  The longer she stayed quiet the more you doubted your flirting skills, “I’ll be seeing you!”

“Wait!”

Your head shot up, eyes immediately focused on her, ready to hear whatever she had to say.  Man, you were a simp.

“I uh… I was wondering if I could get your number?  With this?”

You were pretty sure you died for a second, but when you recovered, you stuttered out a, “Yeah,” and quickly wrote your name and number on the post-it note she’d handed you.

The smile she gave you when you passed her the note was quite possibly the best thing you’d ever seen in your life.

“Well, I’ll call you!  Or text you, or whatever…”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how nervous she was, because that was a solid mood, “I look forward to it!”

And with that, she was gone, but she couldn’t stop thinking about your laugh, and how she’d do anything to see your smile again.

Inside, you were thinking the same, or you were until Douxie re-appeared from wherever he'd been hiding.

"Congratulations!"

You jumped an entire foot in the air, something you didn't really think was possible until right then, "Jesus Christ, Casperan!  Don't sneak up on me like that, God.  That's the seventh time today, we need to get you a cowbell or something, my Go-"

"So, did it go well?"

Your satisfaction painted itself on your face, "Yeah," you hummed, looking out the window, "It went well."

[troublesometrollhunters]

Wizards Dating Aesthetics ✨

Douxie: Smells like baked goods and cloves, metal bands, gentle take your breath away kisses, tea dates, that punk rock look, historic tales to take your breath away, listening to music late at night, head scratches, leftovers from the resturant, flowers and chocolates, hands over yours as you play guitar, rocking in each other arms, anniversary dates, reading books and practicing spells, dying each others hair, humming your favorite songs, cat cuddles, blue flames to soothe you to sleep

Zoe: Coffee dates, the sound of smooth vinyl, electra heart, the smell of herbs and computer parts, incense and terrot cards, screaming your favourite songs together, metal band tees, pink sparks, vintage, smeared lipstick smooches, forehead kisses, watching lightning storms, old polaroids and ancient stories, cuddles in the dark, heated looks, fairylights and photos, doing your eyeliner, butterflies in your stomach, singing in the shower

Merlin: Bad decisions, the smell of an old book, regret, gentle kisses and face cupping, the sound of a flipping page and a flickering fire, ancient scrolls, pride, herbs and crushed flowers, reading next to each other, maps too far away lands, magic moments only for you, ink spilled on your hands, long wine nights, lost languages, loud belly laughs, mischevious flirting, worn books, stories of grand adventure and great loss, sarcastic humor, translated text, love lost too time

[alovesongshewrote]

👌 the prompt: Roses (for Zoeeee)

Roses | Zoe Ashildr

Plot:  You craft an entire ass building out of roses for your wife and then you wonder if it may have been a bit much (it was not, she's into it) [Zoe Ashildr x GenderNeutral!Reader]

Word Count: 578

Warnings: very very very vaguely implied smut, but it can 100% be ignored

A/N: kiSs KisS faLL iN LOvE (ignore the table falling in the gif, i used it for the roses)

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05 @blixeon @mxcheese @prismarts

Was crafting a small cathedral-like building out of roses a little much for Valentine's day? Maybe in addition to covering absolutely everything in rose petals, but you know what, the world itself is a little much, so you might as well have fun with it.

Besides, it wasn’t like roses were hard for you- not with your plant-based magic.

In addition to being 100% ethical, your funky fresh plant magic allowed you to control most plant life with relative ease. What did you do with that power? End world hunger? Regrow the rainforests? Well, yeah, but you took Valentine’s day off because your hot wife deserves to have a small cathedral made of roses. Duh.

Still, though, you had to wonder if it was too much. You paced the rose covered floor, staring at the all-rose walls and rose-ceiling, wondering if your beloved would actually like this, or if you were looking at it through rose coloured glasses.

Eventually, you just had to stand back and take it all in. You hummed a wee bit, trying to figure out if you even liked this style of building or if you should just start again. Maybe she’d like a gazebo?

Just as you held out a hand to change the position of the flowers, you heard a quiet, “Oh damn,” from behind you.

You spun around to see Zoe, your sweet wife, standing behind you, staring in awe at the structure you’d built.

“It’s not too much, is it?” you asked, pressing your pointer fingers together like a fucking anime character, because what else were you going to do with your hands?

Your darling was too stunned to speak. Her eyes were wide, and for a split second, you were a little nervous that you had gone overboard. Then a smile shot across her face, immediately quelling your fears and releasing a swarm of butterflies into your stomach.

Her smile only grew as she moved towards you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into a quick but sweet kiss. When she pulled away, you could practically see stars in her eyes. She was, as always, the most gorgeous thing you’d ever seen in your life.

“It’s perfect. Like you.”

You gasped, putting a hand over your heart and pretending to be scandalized, “Betrayed!! In my own home!!”

She laughed at your tomfoolery, which was appropriate considering you were not in your own home- you weren’t in anyone’s home, you were outside. You also weren’t betrayed, but that one felt more obvious.

Once your witch’s giggles had subsided, she linked an arm around yours and nodded towards the rose building, “So, can we go inside that thing?”

“Yep! It’s structurally sound!”

“That’s perfect, because I need to give you your Valentine’s day gift, and I don’t think I can do that out here,” she winked and you kind of died right where you stood. Your knees were jelly, and you could feel your face getting warm. You loved that she could still make you feel nervous, even after all this time.

With another smirk from her, she pulled you into the rose cathedral, and you grew a door behind you. Needless to say, you were really glad you didn’t go for the gazebo.

(Because you guys played Fortnite allllll night long, and it would’ve kept up the neighbors with all of the newfangled Tilted Towers™ and the Battle Royals™. That’s 100% what happened, 100%. Why, what did you think happened?)

[troublesometrollhunters]

How about douxie nervously trying to tell reader his feelings for them on Valentine’s Day? :)

Douxie is an old soul, a romantic.

He believes in wooing his love and he wants to woo you. However words seem to fail him when he's around you and the poetry he wishes to tell you dies on his tongue as he gets lost in your pretty eyes. So far whenever he's around you, he comes off as completely incapable on anything. And as good as it is too see you, he's kind of anxious to serve you after all the times he's messed up your order or your name or generally just talking and interacting to you.

As he hides behind the counter of his workplace to avoid you, his coworker looks at him confused before shaking his head. Not questioning it as neither of them are paid enough, the coworker pauses seeing you. Glancing at Douxie he rolls his eyes. He knows what Hisirdoux is doing but he doesn't completely understand why.

"Hey (Y/N)." The coworker greets. "Can I get you your usual?" He asks politely and Douxie blushes as he listens to your laughter in response.

"Am I that predictable?" You hum. As he becomes a flustered mess, Douxie imagines you squinting at the menu to look at all the options just to pick the same thing you always do. As he leans against the back of the counter trying to calm his breathing his coworker gives him a weird look before he looks back to you with a shrug, continuing to chat. Hisirdoux signs wishing he could talk to you like that but alas he could not.

He was always so sauve with customers. Not to mention almost everybody, ladies, men, they/thems, loved his charm but when it came to you he became a flustered mess. As he hid in his shame his coworker shifted so you couldn't see him. He thanks the gods his shift manager isn't on duty and that this corworker had his back.

He looks to the poster on the wall. Their boss had made them hang them everywhere since the corporation would be selling coffeee there.

The Valentines Day concert.

He wanted to take you. To ask you. He'd bought a ticket for you, but every time he tried to talk to you it failed. Maybe it was better to just let this dream die...

He pouted knees drawn to his chest as he listened to you talk. You ordered what you always order and Douxie signs mumbling the Order outloud. He knows exactly how to make the drink but knowing if he thought of you while making it, he'd mess it up. Just like he kept messing up with you.

Hearing you walk away his coworker turns towards him arms crossed.

"Dude. Come on man. They're into you. I know you know their Order. Why don't you just try?" Staring up at his friend Hisirdoux swallows nervously. Please don't betray him now. He's successfully hidden this far. "Come on. I'll help with the drink. But you gotta talk to em. Your always going on about them you might as well give it another go." Douxie shakes his head no as his coworker bends to be at his level.

"Mate I've made such an ass of myself please don't make me do this." He begs as his friend grabs his arm and pulls him up.

His coworker begins prepping getting the ingredients he needs ready for your coffee as Douxie watches.

"Mate I will pay you todays wages if you let me slip out the backdoor right now." He begs.

"Is everyone in England this dramatic or are you a theater major and I never caught that?" He asks finsihing the drink. Your drink. Christ he was shaking thinking of you.

"Well yes. Yes and no. Ummm maybe. Mate don't make me do this." Douxie stutters pulling at his hair.

"Oh look at that! Another customer." Shoving the drink in Douxies hand the coworker turns him around and pushes him towards you.

Looking up seeing him you smile and wave. He blushes staring at you as he tries not to spill your drink. He feels a pat on his shoulder and hears a, "Good luck" before his coworkers gone, leaving him in his own personal hell.

Walking away Douxie looks back at his coworker before looking back to you.

What a traitor.

"... HI!" Chuckling nervously he leans against the counter with a huge smile on his face. Looking at your coffee in his hand than you he swallows. Hand it over and Abandon ship. Abandon ship. Abandon ship!!!

"Hi." You respond smiling. Chuckling nervously he tries to make the conversation continue, hoping to smooth over the awkward atmosphere.

"... I'm... I'm..." Say your name you fool. Come on just say it.

"Douxie?" You question glancing at his name tag. He blushes nodding before putting your coffee in front of you. You don't take it, not yet. "I'm (Y/N)." Oh he knew.

Staying silent for a minute you chuckle grabbing your drink. About to leave he closes his eyes taking a deep breath.

"Wait." You pause and he swallows. "Ummmm... (Y/N)... Ummmm..." Taking a deep breath feeling the tickets in his pocket he nods at you. "I have an extra ticket for... for the Valentine's Day concert. I don't know if it's your scene... but I kinda play with my band sometimes. Would you... I mean if your not busy. Would you maybe... come with me?" He questions.

Closing his eyes, holding his breath he hears you take a sip of your drink.

"Yeah. I think I'd like that." Opening his eyes your smiling at him. Taking a sharpie out of your pocket you write your number on a store napkin. "Here. Call me and you can pick me up." You hum.

Taking the napkin he smiles holding it close before tucking it in his pocket next to the tickets.

"Nu-nuclear!" He states. "I'll... I'll see you around then!" Nodding at him you grab your coffee and walk away.

It seems the fool had a chance after all.

[troublesometrollhunters]

(I'm new to the whole ask thing- usually just read-) but; imagine for reader being a witch, douxie and her falling in love-?

You meet at Zoes music shop.

It's a chilly day so you dove inside a store for shelter or maybe just something to do. You're looking through some cheap records for fun with a scarf wrapped tight around your neck and he's never seen you before so he's curious. Not wanting to appear creepy he slowly approaches to see what your looking at.

"Oh do you like Papa Skull?" He questions.

You blink and pause your browsing. He smiles emabrassed looking away and you faintly blush. You nod no and shift so he can see the records your really looking at.

The good old classics hidden behind the discounted newer but last season albums.

"I like more classic records. Older bands." You explain. He notices your into rock and old pop. Behind the Papa Skull there are records like The Beatles, AC/DC, Prince and more vintage rock music. Douxies heart fluttered seeing you liked the same records as him.

You were wearing a satchel bag and looking at it he noticed a yellow submarine pin and some music patches. You also had college books and he wondered if you were a music major? Maybe music theory? That'd be awesome to make a new friend who likes music.

However the conversation seems to have run dry as you hum going back to the records you were looking at.

"Yellow Submarine is a personal favorite." He blurts out wanting to continue the conversation. Turning to look at him his face goes red as you hum at him softly.

"Yeah?" You question curiously. He nods hair bouncing up and down frantically and he blushes embarrassed. You smile seeming happy to talk to him. "I'm new in town. Just transferred to the local college here. I'm guessing your a local yourself. Could you show me around some time?" Holding out your phone Douxies face is a red mess. Smiling he nods putting in his number before you take your phone back waving over your shoulder as you leave.

Flinging your scarf over your neck as you leave he smiles before he begins muttering curses.

He realizes a second too late he forgot to ask for your name and your number so you'll have to text him first.

~~~

A week later and he gives up hop on finding you again. You hadn't texted him yet and he hadn't caught you in Zoes shop since that fateful encounter.

Deciding to cut his loses he heads to a local cafe to drown his woes in coffin and muffins. Walking through the door small bell going off he pauses.

Same bag. Same scarf. And similar clothes.

Getting closer it was indeed you ordering. You were polite tipping the server as you chewed on some black licorice, his favorite candy.

Laughing with the cashier you wave after paying and sit down.

He watches enraptured as you sit with and earbud in casually humming. You munch on your treat as you wait for your order to be called from your corner booth.

Douxie can't help but beam in glee at his luck. Quickly ordering he wonders if he should approach you or if he could maybe magic you into looking in his direction. Would that be too obvious? Clicking his tongue leaning against the baristas serving counter he smiles at you fondly thinking of what to do.

The answer comes when you see him and wave.

"It's Yellow Submarine." Remembering how he said that was his favorite song and how he never gave a name he laughs and comes over hoping the nickname was a good sign.

"The names Douxie love but I have to admit the nickname you picked is unique." Your laptops in front of you and Douxie can't help but peak at what your doing as he sits down next to you. You seemed to be writing some kind of paper.

So you were a college student. Wicked.

"Douxie?" You question saying his name as if tasting it. "I like that. I'm (Y/N)." Sticking out your hand you smile and he smiles back shaking it.

"What are you working on?" He questions.

"Oh just some academia stuff. I'm not really focusing on it just kinda day dreaming." You shrug and he smiles. The cafes lights were a low warm color. The light bounced off you and you looked beautiful. Your hair was practically glowing, your eyes were soft but had a hidden knowledge to them, and your smile. Your smile made Douxies heart flutter.

He chuckled at something you said and chuckled. Your tongue and lips were stained black from the licorice you ate making him happy for some reason.

You were just amazing and he barely knew you. He's about to ask why you hadn't texted when your orders are called.

"I'll get them." He offers and you nod watching him leave." He slides back into the seat next to you and soon you fall into a fun conversation work forgotten as you sip your drinks.

Realizing the time you give him a wave and say something about leaving. He nods and throwing away his cup he curses realizing he now had your name but not your number.

~~~

He doesn't see you again for awhile. Not in Zoes shop. Not at the cafe and sadly no where on campus.

He looks for you, in a respectful way of course but no matter what he does he's never able to run into you or find out what classes your taking.

It's late fall now and the leaves had all changed colors. Red, orange, and yellow blurred past him and crunched underneath him as he walked. The air felt crisp and as he took a deep breath in he could feel the seasons magic.

Walking through the leaves kicking them up Douxie feels defeated and like it's not meant to be.

He pauses crunching stopping. There you were. Sitting under a tree as leaves swirled around you, you were on a bench reading a book and listening to music. He's not sure if he should approach you but pauses when you look up and smile at him. Waving you pat the bench taking out your earbuds and he shyly comes forward.

"Hey Doux long time no see." Your smile brightens as he sits next to you and his heart flutters.

"Yeah I never see you at the cafe or at Zoes. We must have different schedules." He states. You shrug.

"Maybe. Maybe not. My life's pretty hectic." You hum and he nods in understanding.

Curious he glances at your book.

"Whacha reading?" He asks staring at thr cover. You fumble trying to hide it but he sees and is shocked.

"Oh it's nothing just-" You stumble and he smiles.

"I know there was something about you." He hums before smiling excited. He must have been attracted to you because he could sense your magic! "Your a mage." Pausing mouth open in shock you stare at him, and he notices the leaves shifting around you.

Chuckling he smiles holding up his hand. Snapping his fingers blue magic dances around them and you blink before staring in awe. "Don't worry love I'm one too." He says proudly and your face lights up.

Smiling as your own fingers spark with magic he reaches over for your free hand. Pausing you take it and he smiles feeling it fit perfectly against his.

"... (Y/N) would you maybe want to go on a date sometime?" Pecking his cheek Douxie touches his face starstruck as you smile getting up.

"Anytime." You hum before collecting your stuff getting up and walking away. Smiling too happy to complain about forgetting to get your number again he pauses as a ding rings through the air.

'Its a date submarine.' Blushing he holds his phone close.

It was a date.

[troublesometrollhunters]

could you write douxie falling in love at first sight with wizard!reader? thank you!

(Would like people to make their asks more Valentiney or Valentines Day specific please. As a writer I'll take creative liberty and say that this is around Valentine's day but the ask box isn't just open. The ask box is only open for QnA O.C asks Valentines related requests. Thanks! :D)

~ Maybe it's because love is in the air and he's always been a romantic, maybe it's because you seem like his type and the universe is willing you to be together, or maybe he's just a hopeless fool who's gotten a crush but Hisirdoux finds himself instantly smitten when he first sees you.

~ Zoe finds Hisirdouxes lovesick behavior something between disgusting and hilarious to be honest. Your one of her workers and depsite the trying job you always have a chipper attitude and a gentle smile as you work. She was half convinced you were a robot when you started. With how you present yourself and all but she's seen you eat and drink so that theory was quickly thrown out the window as you became friends. Looking back on some of your earlier reactions you honestly remind Zoe of Douxie so when he sees you and asks about you she finds it cute.

~ Douxie begins bumping into you more. Well seeing you around more. Since it's near Valentine's Day people are buying Hex tech for their partners or getting upgrades for themselves as a treat all over town.

~ Zoe told him your powers involve something with space and energy. Your main job other than fixing the occasional broken monitor or taking vexxing house calls is to deliver things for Zoe since teleportation is your magical expertise.

~ Your good at hiding your magic, teleporting in allies and creating wormholes to travel through when no ones looking. But Douxie begins to see your magic since he's looking for it. He notices you around town skullcandy headphones in as you carry around boxes or a clipboard delivering or checking on various things for Hex tech. He just thinks your amazing. The more he sees you, the more he begins to fall in love.

~ You have a kind heart and your passion for magic and your job is admirable. He also can't help but notice you have an artistic soul. With the way you always listen to music while you work, or hover when your doing a job at Arcadias museum. Zoe says you spend a lot of time there, looking to the past to get creative inspiration for the present.

~ Douxie thinks this watching you from afar is getting well to put it lightly, a bit stalkerish and tries to stop but he can't. He wants to talk to you he's just nervous. He hasn't liked many people and as smooth as he is on the regular he isn't very suave when it comes to someone he genuinely likes. It doesn't help that you have very badass magic. The young wizard could watch you teleport all day.

~ As your boss and both your friends Zoe can't watch this shit show anymore. You've seen Douxie around and have admitted to Zoe about having a little crush menawhile Douxie is full blown in love.

~ Beginning to plot, the pink haired mage doesn't want either of you alone on Valentine's Day with it fastly approaching. So to help the poor goober out she recruits Archie to try and set you up with Douxie in secret. After all Douxie is a romantic, he's a good guy with a kind heart and your both single and have shown interest in each other.

~ Hisirdoux is mortified at the idea of Zoe pulling strings to orchestrate a meet cute but Archie only encourages Zoes meddling behavior agreeing you'd both be a good match. Kinda feeling pressure but also really wanting to meet you Doxuie relents to their schemes.

~ However despite Zoe and Archies efforts it seems life is thrawting them. Or maybe your magic just makes it hard to predict where you'll be with how your always zipping about. Every time they try and make a meet cute happen Douxie gets nervous and bails or you leave on an errand before they can get you two in the same room together.

~ Valentines Day has come and Zoe decides it's time to cut her losses as Archie also steps back letting the universe figure it out. The familiar goes to Zoes office to nap as Hisirdoux decides to get a coffee and spend his Valentine's alone.

~ Your both at Arcadias famous coffee cafe when it finally happens. Stepping up to Order Hisirdoux pauses as you and him both say the same order at the same time. Spiced latte. Laughing at the fact you both like the same drink and he's not going to be alone on Valentine's, he insists on paying for the coffee and smiling you let him.

~ Sitting down together on your day off you enjoy talking with Douxie. Apparently you'd been trying to meet the mage but you'd been having some difficulty. By traveling through your little worm holes you could see brief images of the future but because of unpredictable space lapses you aren't always able to land exactly where you need or want. It wasn't a coincidence Hisirdoux had seen you so much it was just a pain to try and meet him when your magic could be unreliable.

~ You both found it hysterical how others were trying to push you together when you'd both been trying to gain the courage to walk up to each other and meet by yourselves. Apprentally your timing on temporal rifts was right but Zoe and Archies interference is what threw you off every time.

~ Deciding that since you had the time now and neither of you had dates you spend the rest of Valentine's Day getting to know each other. He tells you about Camelot and his experience with Merlin while you explain your powers more in depth and show him a few tricks. All in all it's a good day and you end up exchanging phone numbers and a small kiss.

~ When you walk into work the next day with a big smile and Hisirdoux follows some hours later to visit you on break Zoe smirks before she highfives Archie. Job well done.

[troublesometrollhunters]

Being Douxies love interest

~ He's a shy teen but a kind one. This relationship will always be full of romance, cheesiness, and a soft boi who'd truly give up the world to make you happy.

~ When Doxuie thinks the relationships getting serious he tells you he's a mage. When you don't believe him at first he shows you magic and explains how it all works and where he learned it. If your still skeptical that goes away when Archie speaks to you for the first time. The cat explains how he's Douxies shapeshifting familar and Doxuie is indeed a magic user.

~ You two move into his flat together after that and Archie absolutely adores you and thinks your good for Douxie. You move into Douxies extra room and Doxuie surprises you by throwing you a welcome to your new apartment party for the two of you.

~ Douxie loves spoiling you. He always wants you to be happy but on the days where your sad he's there for you. Bad day? He'll bring food or cakes from his work and if he can't he'll bake something sweet for you when he gets home. He'll cuddle you with blankets on the couch and watch sappy/silly movies until you feel better. If after all that you still feel sad he has a few tricks to make his favorite person smile again.

~ On every date you go too there's always some kind of magic trick. He loves showing off to you and the way your face lights up when he does something with magic makes his entire soul ascend. He always summons flowers or chocolates on your dates but he throws in some suprrise gifts here and there to keep it interesting. He's a romantic so he's always coming up with new ways to woo you. When you give him gifts unexpectedly as a thankyou he gets the goofiest grin and holds you close happy.

~ He's so gentle when he kisses you. Every kiss to him is a gift so that's what he treats you like. A gift. His favorite type of kiss is when he craddles your cheeks and leans in kissing you slowly. But he loves every type of kiss. Rapid all over the face kisses? Nose kisses. Short pecks. Cheek kisses. Neck kisses. Forehead kisses. Hold you close and take your breath away kisses. He loves them all and gets so flustered when you surprise HIM with a kiss.

~ He loves music and enjoys talking to you about musician's and inspirations to him. Douxies old so he's talked to all the greats and has a box full of signed classic punk tees. Whenever you've had a rough day the way he likes to cheer you up by is taking out his guitar and playing a song for you.

~ If your his partner you've had to met Zoe. She likes to tease you both about how lovey dovey you are but like Archie she supports it. You three often hang out discussing magic music and whatever else comes up. She keeps you on your toes and gives Doxuie ideas for how to wow you.

~ Archie is very supportive of the relationship and is happy you make Douxie happy. And as most couples with pets go Douxies cat is now your cat. Archie will flop down on your lap when your home alone and demand pets and scratches. The familar adores you and when Douxies not around to protect you Archie is. He'll never let anything happen to you on his watch.

~ Douxie is a terrible dancer. That being said he loves dancing with you. He likes cooking and baking so when you come into the kitchen to grab a snack, music playing softly from his phone or the t.v, he'll take your hand and spin ya around playfully. He also likes hugging you from behind and swaying as he hums softly. This boy lives for the moment and he loves surprising you in the best ways.

~ If you don't play guitar Doxuie will gladly teach you how. He finds it very intimate to put his hands over yours and show you how to pluck and pull the strings. You don't have to become good at it he just likes the excuse to sneak neck kisses as he shows you how.

~ Your date nights mostly consist of staying inside watching shows but every now and then Douxie will plan a fun night out. Dinner. A movie. A walk in the park. Ice cream Palor. He always plans something memorable and fun just for you.