#Douxie gets to the front

[winter-leftovers]

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

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

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

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

Word count: 2799

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

(Season 3 Episode 9 )

Song?: Cool about it by boygenius

Spanish bonus track: Mi viejo by Piero

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n walked faster.

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

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

Morgana's happy smile morphed into a soft one:

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

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

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

“A forget me not?”

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

“I’m not sure” Y/n frowned.

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

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

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

“Where are you going, Lady Y/n?”

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

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

“By your name?” He acted appalled

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

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

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

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

“No” he relaxed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n nodded, the hot tears flooding her face

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

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

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

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

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

“Morning’” Claire smiled.

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

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

“Leave?” Toby frowned.

“Go where?” Barbara turned to Y/n.

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

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

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

Y/n felt her cheeks warming up.

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

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

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

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

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

“Jim”

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

“Ouch” the trollhunter complained.

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

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

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

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

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

“Finally” Merlin celebrated and disappeared into the kitchen

“That's a great idea” Barbara smiled

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

—

“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

[lovedropletsdreams]

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?

#douxie #tales of arcadia #toa wizards #hisirdoux casperan #toa #hisirdoux x reader #toa hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan x reader #wizards hisirdoux #Toa Douxie #tales of arcadia wizards #wizards tales of arcadia #wizards #douxie x reader #x reader

[honeyxmonkey]

Douxie is always so incredibly fascinated by the way Carter’s brain works. Being soulmates with a telepathic mind link, he often gets a front show seat to the wildly chaotic randomness that is Carter’s brain. Sometimes when he's bored he'll just sit back and tune into the Carter Channel to see what's going on in the squirrel brain of his soulmate

Sometimes it's a side by side viewing of the Dinner Party episode of The Office while he goes through a terribly complicated math equation. Douxie follows along with a calculator and he's never surprised but always impressed that Carter never gets the math wrong. But also Carter’s brain is faster than a calculator so Douxie straggles a bit when he tries to follow along with the math

Other times it's just a repeat playthrough of one very specific song Carter heard 70 years ago

Other other times include, Carter consistently thinking "Douxie looks so hot today, I wanna kiss him", narrating Archie and Fenris' going abouts like a nature documentary in his own head in his best David Attenborough impression, or just a constant loop of "Archie’s cute liddle kitty piddy paws. Liddle toe beans smushums. Wanna gives him a lil kiss on the forehead between his liddle kitty ears".

All of these never fail to make Douxie laugh

He finds Carter's inner monologue extremely entertaining

#carter is extremely ADHD and douxie is constantly fascinated by how he parkours from thought to thought #tales of arcadia #wizards tales of arcadia #hisirdoux casperan #toa wizards #carterdoux #carter howard #tales of arcadia oc #toa oc #toa ocs #half bloods and hunters

[leehoney0]

hi hi! I was wondering if your requests are open, if you could write either a fic, headcanon or whatever you feel like of Douxie with a blind reader? Like, the reader isn’t fully blind but has extremely low vision. Maybe you can make it a fem reader as well? Thank you and have a good day

Non glasses reader!

Douxie who always has a hand out for you,if theirs steps or a rough walk,he’ll lead you through it.had become a habit of his to reach out that sometimes he does it for other people.

Always grabs onto you during moments of chaos,sees something coming your ways,reaches for you arm or waist to pull you towards him for your safety

And for his heart he honestly could take it if you got hurt!

If due to your low vision,you have any sensitivity to the light he stands in front of you blocking it with his hand.

Douxie always pulling your seat out for you,he always assumes you will sit near him so he can hand anything to you.

But! That doesn’t mean your helpless at all,douxie might help you out her and their but there’s is a reason why you’re there with him,wether its magic like douxie or powers like Jim,you best believe you pull your weight!

You vision might be low but sensing magic was a great ability,you had been blessed with,sense magic was easy for you in battle but objects were a little harder for you.

~

As douxie takes a stand,putting his arm out for you to grab,not hearing the shuffle of your clothes or noise of your movement.turning his head over to you.

Noticing he has his arm out towards Clair,as of he was signaling her to get onto him,a light blush spreads over his cheeks,turning his head around to look for you.

Standing over the where the window was,enjoying the fresh air that was slightly brushing your face,douxie turns over to Clair face completely red as he knew he new habits we just for you!

Glasses reader!

Douxie who always has a pair of extra glasses for you,saving the world is hard when you have to make sure the only thing helping you see could be broken in two seconds!

If y’all work on anything togther he pulls your glasses up for you,pushing them or cleaning them for you when your hands are full.

If ever your glasses get flung in battle,he has a spell so that he can help track them or grab them if they are too far out of your reach.

Douxie will also help you if you break both glasses,fixing them if he can with magic or helping you out with tasks until you fix them.

Trowing out a flirt here and there about how would you live without him! He means it though so don’t hurt his feeling too much!

Will put them on for you when you wake up,lifting you head up from you’re pillow blinking as if that would fix your vision,douxie sliding glasses on behind you ears pushing them up for you.

~

Your head whips to the side from the force of the magic spell that had just cause your glasses to be thrown out of your slight,anger ridden through your clenched teeth.

“Douxie”

Douxie waves his staff around,spewing out some words you heard here and there mainly when he needs to hand you something,glasses landing safely on his palm

Walking over to you,pushing them on your face,fixing them if any of your hair was messed up in the process.smiling up at him a small thanks in the process

Douxie steps back,smiling to himself that you had become so use to his presence that just the say of his name and he knew what you needed,smirk on his face,cheek’s slightly pink.

Thanks for requesting,honestly I don’t know if my request are open,down to just write if wanted,but also sorry if it’s not perfect had a busy week and wrote it when I had time so hope u enjoy!!!!!!

Also have been feeling like my writing has been off a bit so sorry too

#douxie x reader #douxie imagine #douxie #tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia x reader #douxie casperan

[uniquely-mystical03]

Hello. Is it possible to request a reaction on Trollhunters, where Nari, Bellrock and Scraela react to how a person they like imperceptibly adopts some of their gestures or habits, which shows that this person also feels sympathy for them? The reader is female or gender neutral. It's okay if not, thanks anyway.

I’ve never done Headcanons before, but I felt like they fit this request best. <Reader is Gender Neutral>

Nari 🌸

Nari tends to get attached to stuff easily, unlike her siblings, so her attention was drawn to you fairly quickly

She’d either spend time with you or watch you from a distance

After a month or so, Nari started to notice you were doing some things that she tended to do

You would pick beetles up off the ground and watch them as they scuttled between your fingers

You also stared at butterflies when they were around, being careful not to make any sudden movements when one landed on you

Another thing Nari noticed was that you didn’t like sitting down in the way humans did

It didn’t matter if it was a chair at a desk, a couch, or even the floor. If you can get away with it, you will just crouch like a frog and stay like that until you get up again or someone tells you to sit properly

Nari enjoys it and will sometimes also sit like that next to you just to mess with Douxie and Archie

Bellroc 🔥

Bellroc doesn’t get attached to anything easily if at all, so congrats for peaking their interest

Let’s be honest though, Nari probably dragged you into their life 

Bellroc liked to watch you from a distance, very rarely making contact with you when they can help it (they aren’t a people person)

One night while watching you from their perch in a tree outside your bedroom window, Bellroc noticed you flick open a metal box while you were doing some homework, a small flame emitting from it

You flicked the flame off and on for about half an hour before finally putting the small box away and turning in for the night, clearly having finished your work

Bellroc noticed you do this a number of times, seemingly when you’re doing homework or when your deep in thought

You also did this a few times when you were visiting with Nari and just ended up staring off into the distance with no clear focus point

One day, on one of your visits, you had brought your homework with you and seemed to be struggling

“What’s troubling you?” 

“Hmm…?” You glanced up at Bellroc as they crouched beside you, their head tilted in a curious manner

“You are struggling?” Bellroc pointed out, though it seemed more like a question

“Oh, yeah. I forgot my lighter at home and now, I’m just having a hard time focusing.”

At the mention of your forgotten “lighter”, Bellroc picked up a discarded ball of crumpled up paper and set it ablaze in the palm of their hand

You glanced at the flame, staring at it for a moment before turning back to your work, finally seeming to be able to focus with the flame’s presence nearby

Now, anytime you need to focus and you forget your “lighter” in their presence, Bellroc with light a flame in their hand and remain crouched beside you until you are done

Skrael ❄️

A lot like Bellroc, Skrael doesn’t get attached easily

However, when something peeks his interest, there’s barely anything that can divert his attention from it

Nari was the one that brought you into Skrael’s life, just like with Bellroc

Skrael followed you around a lot after the first meeting, curious of you and your ways

He tagged along and hung around you when you were alone, but distanced himself from you when other people were around

There are very few things that Skrael finds entertaining, however, the pain of others is always fun for him

On many occasions while watching you from afar, Skrael would entertain himself by messing with people nearby (mostly by making people slip with small patches of ice)

One time, Skrael made someone slip right in front of you and, to his surprise, you laughed

It wasn’t a full laugh, just a small snort really, but it was still a laugh

After that time, Skrael started tripping more people around you just to see you laugh, even going as far as laughing along with you

You didn’t always laugh, especially when it was people you cared about, so Skrael took to only tripping strangers or the friends you teased yourself

#x reader headcanons #toa x reader #toa wizards #toa bellroc #toa nari #toa skrael #bellroc x reader #nari x reader #skrael x reader

[emerald-emerlad]

Arcane Order Week Day 6 - Outfits (with a bit of color symbolism)

Another oneshot written in half an hour :)

Word Count: 556 & @arcaneorderweek

“Welcome to Thrift Treasures, please keep everything organized,” the teenager at the front desk says in a bored tone, reminding Nari of the pink-haired wizard. Douxie flashes them a smile and tugs Nari towards the back, shaking with excitement. 

“You can calm down, you know,” Nari chuckles. “I hope I don’t disappoint you with my.. What did you call it again? Lack of…”

“Lack of taste,” he grins at her. “I mean, green is your color and all, but you’ve been wearing the same dull sweater for the past week. I figured it’s time to get you something more… you. You’re going to love this.”

“How is this not my style?” she protests, but continues following him none-the-less. The store is rows and rows of shirts, sweaters, jackets, and pants all hung up on white hangers, organized by color and size. Douxie seems to know exactly where to go, and eventually stops in front of a green section, grinning again when Nari’s eyes light up. “There’s so much!”

“Pick something good!” he exclaims, waving his hands around. “Whatever you’d like.”

Nari runs her hand along the fabric, listening to the clatter as the hangers bump against each other. Douxie was right, she does love it. So many choices, unlike back home where all they wore was armor, preparing for fights that would never come.

In the end, she picks a paint splattered mint tank top and small, pine colored shawl that wrapped cozily around her shoulders. Douxie gives her embroidered jeans and a blue hairpin. When she looks in the mirror, Nari can’t help but feel… different. Older.

“My siblings would be flabbergasted,” she jokes, wrapping the shawl tighter. “We never dressed like this back.. Back then. I wonder what they would choose, if they were here.”

Approximately half an hour after Nari and Douxie bought the clothes and left the thrift store, two tall figures enter the same one, one looking excited and the other bored. “Welcome to Thrift Treasures, please- well, okay! No need to be rude about it,” the teenager yawns as the intimidating people ignore them and brush past. 

“I don’t get humans,” Bellroc mutters. “Who in the world wears this?” They pull out an oversized bright pink graphic tee, with the words ‘BEST HUSBAND EVER', and then an arrow pointing to the side, which ends up pointing towards Skrael. 

“It’s not bad,” Skrael says, picking out a blue flannel and putting on, though it is extremely large for his frail frame. “I think some humans have good styles.” 

“Keyword there is some,” Bellroc murmurs, distracted as they pull a tight red turtleneck, looking at it in the mirror and smiling a little. “Anyways, why are we here again?”

“We need to fit in,” he rolls his eyes and grabs a smaller camp shirt, this one ripped around the arms. “We can’t go around looking for Nari wearing… this.” he gestures to his black robe. 

Bellroc scoffs, but nods in approval when they find a flame red motorcycle jacket. Skrael ends up wearing a worn, sky blue sweater with dark spirals covering the arms and large knife earrings. The teenager at the checkout raises their eyebrows, but doesn’t question anything.

“Thanks for shopping at Thrift- jeez. Nevermind!” the kid says as the siblings leave in a hurry, already having wasted a day.

On ao3:

#arcaneorderweek2023 #skrael of the north wind #my fic #skrael #bellroc keeper of the flame #nari of the eternal forest #nari #bellroc #toa #toa wizards #fic #not art #emerald's stuff

[sunnyyyyyyyynnus]

"Midnight Confessions."

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Pairing: Douxie x Fem!Reader

Warning: angst ig and some daddy issues

Summary: sleepovers, midnight snacks, and confessions

A/n: y'all don't know just how much i cringed while writing this but here you go

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HISIRDOUX CASPERAN YOU GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY COOKIES OR I SWEAR I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU UP TO THE POINT YOUR MAGIC WON'T BE ABLE TO HELP YOU!" I glare at the guy in question from the doorway as he whips his hand away from my plate. Marching over to him, I slam the tray of food I'm holding onto the table, still glaring at a sheepish Douxie. He looks at me with an apologetic look on his face "Sorry Y/n, it's just that they looked so good and you know I don't have patience enough to wait much longer..." He trails off, looking at me with a small smile on that stupid face of his that causes my heart to race.

Shooting him one more glare, I gather my food and take them over to the chair near my bed. Placing the plates on my bedside table, I get comfortable in my chair before grabbing a cookie and my glass of milk.

It was one of those rare times when both my father and Merlin were out on war business with Lancelot and a couple other knights. I never bother to find out what it is they do when they're gone; it already hurts enough to see how father treats magical beings, especially being one myself.

My parents found out that I could do magic the day I was born. My mother was thrilled while my father...not so much. He ordered Merlin to teach me how to control my magic, and only control it. I wasn't allowed to develop my skills, especially after mother died. Luckily, father didn't leave me completely powerless. He had Lancelot teach me how to defend myself and how to fight. So, after years of training and hard work, I became one of the best fighters in the kingdom. I met Douxie and Archie when I was 15, and we became best friends effortlessly. And here we are now, taking advantage of father and Merlin being away to have a sleepover in my bedroom. I had managed to snag some snacks from the kitchen without getting caught, and now we were sitting in comfortable silence, munching away on our food.

"Alright" I stand up dusting myself off, grab my empty plate and glass and place them in the tray on the table in front of Douxie "So what do you wanna do?" I question, crossing my arms across my chest. 

Douxie seems deep in thought as he put his own plate and glass in the tray "Well...I guess we could practice some magic" he says. I grin; just because my father hates magic and has forbidden it, doesn't mean I'm just going to forget about my powers, pretend they don't exist just like he does. Merlin taught me how to keep my magic under control while Douxie has been teaching me how to develop them.

The only problem is that Douxie doesn't really know that many spells, just really simple ones, but still, magic is magic. Whenever we're alone, he teaches me the basics. Or at least he tries to.

I stand in the middle of my room as Douxie explains a spell to me. We practice for nearly two hours until we can barely contain our yawns. We grab blankets and pillows and lay them in front of the doors that leads to the balcony.

We lay in silence, staring out the glass doors at the full moon. After a while, Douxie speaks up "Hey Y/n? You awake?" I'm about to respond when an idea hits me; recently, Douxie, with help from Archie, managed to scare the hell out of me as I was walking through the castle, my nose in a book.

I lay as limp as possible, trying to control my breathing so that Douxie would think I'm fast asleep. It works. "Asleep huh?" I hear him move around then suddenly everything goes completely dark. It takes me a second to realize that he just sat up in front of me, blocking the moonlight.

For a minute nothing happens, and I'm about to pounce on Doux when I feel cold fingers brush strands of hair off my face "You're really beautiful, you know that?" My face heats up and my breath hitches, but luckily, Douxie doesn't seem to notice.

He starts talking again and all thoughts of the prank leave my mind "Sometimes...I wish you had a different father-no offence-.." None taken "..or that he didn't hate magic, but don't we all wish that?" Yes, yes we do. Douxie sighs "If you did have a different father or if your father was different, maybe I'd have more courage to..." He trails off. My mind is working furiously Have courage to do what? He's already teaching me magic in secret and if  we're caught doing that, we'll be in huge trouble, so what else would he need courage for that has to do with my father and I?  Suddenly, I feel lips press themselves on my forehead then pull away, leaving a tingling sensation on that same spot. I'm in shock; Hisirdoux Casperan...just kissed me. He kissed me. Me! Yes, I know it was just a peck on the forehead but still! I try to calm down enough so that I can hear what he's going to say next, if he says anything at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry Y/n" I notice that his voice is shaking and I get the urge to hug him tightly, tell him that he doesn't need to apologize for anything, but I have to hear what he has to say since I doubt he'd tell me any of this if he knew I was awake "I want to tell you, I really do, but I can't, it would only end with one of us getting hurt if not both of us" He takes a deep breath "I love you" he whispers as though tasting the words on his tongue.

I can't do this anymore; I open my eyes and look up at Douxie. He doesn't seem to have realized that I'm awake, to busy staring at his hands in his lap, lost in his thoughts. Slowly, I sit up, trying not to make a sound until I'm sitting in front of him, legs crisscrossed "Doux." His head snaps up to look at me and his face pales.

He gulps "How long have you been awake?" I don't answer, but continue to stare at him. He looks anxious, really anxious. Finally, I open my mouth to speak "Did you mean it?"

"Wha-Mean what exactly?" "What you just said, abo-about loving me" my voice cracks but I hardly care at this point. Douxie still looks really pale and he doesn't seem like he's going to answer. He just hangs his head, staring at his palms.

After what feels like an hour but must have been only a couple of minutes, Douxie answers "Yes." He looks at me "I meant every word of it. I've been in love with you for the past two years" He still looks nervous but more confident than he did before.

I sit still, not saying anything. I raise a hand to touch his cheek, but I stop with my fingers only an inch away from his face. After a moment, I cup his face with both hands, forcing him to look me in the eyes "You should've told me." I say simply then lean in, brushing my lips against his.

Douxie seems frozen with shock, but then he responds, kissing me back. He tangles his hand in my hair, tilting my head back while I place one hand on his shoulder, the other one at the nape of his neck. After what feels like hours, we break apart, Douxie resting his forehead on mine. "I love you Doux, truly." I whisper. Douxie's face practically lights up and his smile causes my heart to melt.

"I don't care what my father thinks, I'll love whoever I want to and I love you, magic and all." Douxie wriggles his eyebrows "Soo, forbidden relationship huh? The beautiful princess and the street rat. Sounds scandalous." I roll my eyes "You've always been one for dramatics."

Before he can respond, someone coughs behind me. I spin around, my heart racing, thinking that a guard caught us, but it turns out to be Archie. A very smug looking Archie. "Man, how long have you been standing there?" Douxie questions "An hour" was the reply from Arch, who's still smirking.

I groan and stand up, stretching my arms above my head as I make my way to my bed and plop down "Well I don't know about you but the princess needs her beauty sleep so nighty night" I blow a kiss in Douxie's direction then get comfortable underneath my comforter.

"Fine, I'll let you sleep for now" Douxie mumbles and I feel my face redden "I HEARD THAT!" Douxie snorts from somewhere to my right. I close my eyes and feel and odd sense of happiness form inside me despite the war raging outside Camelot's walls. At least I've got Douxie and Archie by my side, and I know that they'd never leave it. We'll get through it together. And who knows? Maybe Douxie and I could get married someday, find a nice place together, get a pet hamster! We could call it..."

#toa #hisirdoux casperan #tales of arcadia #toa trollhunters #toa 3below #toa wizards #toa douxie #douxie #hisirdouxcasperan #toa hisirdoux #wizards hisirdoux #hisirdoux #douxie x y/n #douxie x reader #hisirdoux x reader #trollhunters #3below #wizards #rott #wizards tales of arcadia #toa rott #rise of the titans #Sunny writes

[megan0013]

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since i still haven't written more than half of the prologue for the hotel arcadia au and am just hoping to get something out before next halloween (the odds aren't great at this point), have some detailed background info on the hotel and its ghostly inhabitants (under the cut for descriptions of death/murder):

the hotel is built in the mid/late 1920's by the famed architectural team of merlin and morgana - both of whom are rumored to be members of an ancient cult that worshipped the arcane order and were maybe trying to bring them back

1930's: douxie and zoe are the 'bonnie and clyde' of southern california, both are killed in a shootout with police after a bank heist gone wrong. douxie dies on the front steps leading into the hotel, while zoe was able to drag herself into the lobby before succumbing to her injuries

1940's: strickler works with morgana in some roundabout financial way, but when he starts getting a little too cocky she invites him and another business partner, otto, to the hotel for an investor meeting. there's a disagreement between the two and otto, in a fit of rage, pushes strickler off the balcony in his room

1950's: blinky is the hotel manager who is in the wrong place at the wrong time and winds up getting killed during a robbery

1960's: toby is staying at the hotel with his nana, who reminds him to stay on the shallow end of the luxurious indoor swimming pool because he can't swim. unfortunately, he somehow winds up in the deep end

1970's: draal works as a bartender at the hotel, and is stabbed while trying to break up a fight. nomura, his girlfriend, returns to the hotel five years after his death, gets trashed, and forgets to put out her lit cigarette before falling asleep (she is also the granddaughter of strickler's best friend/business associate, so there's a connection there)

1980's: barbara and jim arrive at the hotel with james lake sr, an investment banker who's been stealing from clients and using the funds to support a gambling addiction that's all but bankrupted him. jim's throat is slit in his sleep, while barbara is attacked leaving the bathroom

1990's: claire trips on the hem of her dress as she's descending the ballroom stairs during one of her mother's campaign galas

(the hotel is shut down after that, but the building still need to feed)

2000's: steve and eli are way into the supernatural and decide to check out the creepy stories they've heard about the famed hotel. steve dies after peeing into the fountain outside, slipping on the concrete, and smashing his temple against the tip of a mischievous-looking cherub's bow and arrow. eli is electrocuted in the basement when he tries to turn on an old breaker

2016: detective scott has been obsessed with the hotel arcadia ever since his daughter's best friend (claire) died there, and decides to investigate for himself when an anonymous tip is sent detailed new evidence that may prove the mysterious deaths plaguing the hotel are more than what they seem

he checks in, but does he check out?

(seriously? does he? or does he become another casualty? i'm honestly not sure where that's heading yet)

also - bellroc is the little hellion that incites fury and rage (ie otto and jsl), skrael enjoys playing tricks on people (poor toby did not wander into that side of the pool willingly), and nari just tries to make their victims' transition into the afterlife as easy as possible

#writer games #meg answers #hotel arcadia au #i've put so much thought into this little au #but can't seem to put any of it down on paper #except for the few snippets/drabbles i have in the works #so this is a little resolution in case it's never actually written in full

[ironvaliance]

~10:00-15:10

as said before, under a cut to help reduce spoilers out in the open! please note that i will abbreviate aaarrrgghh!!'s name to just argh since that's a lot to type every time

archie tells claire that jim's hurt. claire tells archie to let them know to keep jim safe. (as if they wouldnt do that anyway without being told???) argh and toby attempt to slow down the train. argh can't stop it alone - it's too fast for him to. toby tries to use his warhammer to slow the train down, again, this results in things not being slow enough either.

archie warns that 'we are all going to die', with the train running out of track, and unable to make the upcoming turn. claire, nari and douxie all continue to fight. douxie gets blown from skrael's attack onto the seats to see out the window. there's only a short distance left before the train derails.

it goes off the rails, argh holding on to the front to keep toby from flying out.

in the short period of time that they have, douxie manages to cast a spell using his gauntlet to build a track for the train out of magic, (does this alter the physical rail?) which does end up crashing into a promotional display for the gun robot movie that's releasing. kids cry at the beheading of a beloved character.

i'd hate to live in this city. the tax payer dollars? oof. the train continues to tear up the sidewalk / other pavement before finally coming to a stop. they end up just avoiding crashing into a convenience store. as a gag, argh's presence has the doors open, and customers flee.

douxie is seen emerging from the wreck, looking for nari. an observer calls out that they're wearing costumes. toby and argh look relatively unharmed otherwise, and claire and nari limp out together. belroc also emerges, likely unharmed from the conflict. skrael freezes argh and toby in place.

claire tries to put herself between nari and skrael, and is easily swept aside into the trainwreck. bellroc starts pulling nari away, nari attempts to use the potted plant she's been carrying to hold on, but bellroc burns away the grown stem and roots. douxie tries to catch her and pull her back, but bellroc is too strong. he tries to get claire to shadow portal nari out of the conflict. claire's got no magic juiddce left. she's unable to teleport nari out, due to either not having an emotional anchor to get nari out, or she's too exhausted / otherwise unable to perform the needed spells.

onlookers start crowding her, filming claire or other parts of the disaster. they're only getting in the way, and could be harmed. and unfortunately, bellroc takes the chance to surround the civilians with fire, distracting claire from her attempts to get nari out of there.

skrael threatens nari and douxie to let go, or the humans they have surrounded will die & skrael will kill argh and toby. skrael covers argh and toby in ice, argh looking increasingly more panicked. toby tells him to hang on. the fire's circle becomes increasingly smaller. archie calls for douxie to let go. douxie will not. douxie continues to try and hold on. at the last second, he declares they can take him. the resulting spell has their eyes light up in the other's colour. bellroc smirks, nari's unconscious body suspended by them.

they summon a twister that teleports the three of them. a police officer tells dispatch the classing 'you're not going to believe this'. claire looks lost, walking through the battleground and taking stock. the ice trapping argh and toby breaks and frees them. claire tells douxie that she couldn't protect nari as he hops off the train.

douxie's crouched oddly, and scoops to pick up the potted plant nari'd been holding since their introduction. nari's voice giggles out from douxie, and claire deduces that they swapped places. toby declares awesomesauce.

they are immediately under spotlight and arrest. reporters looking for their response. argh is on several times square esque billboards with MONSTERS ON THE LOOSE on a banner underneath.

the team is taken a metro city police station, where they have their photos taken. this is not toby's first time in trouble with the law. claire looks unamused as she has her photo taken. argh can hardly fit in the frame, and takes a bite out of his info.

nari, in douxie's body, is in the interrogation room with her plant on the table beside her. arrrgghh tries hiding behind bushes but the police officer can see him. he sheepishly parts the bushes. claire speaks up that 'you'll find that none of us will talk.' toby immediately spills all the info. he gives more of the meta info. toby gives the police officer (and us) the info if we havent watched wizards. or tales of arcadia. and nari on some stuff.

we cut to the entrance of the office, where a cop is giving archie a dish of something to drink, saying that at least the cat's normal. archie decides to Not Be Normal, and takes the cop's donut. they're interrupted by the doors slamming open and three figures enter. one teen, and two 'adults', all dressed MIB style. the cop tries to stop them from entering the interrogation room, only for archie to point the donut at him 'back off human!' and follows the three on his hind legs.

the door to the room opens, and the teenager declares that he's agent tarron, and he's here to take custody of the prisoners on authority of area 49b, and the adult 'man' follows up with fbi, cia, nsa, scc, and both 'adults' go on either side of a very worried nari.

the teen hits us with a solid 'your mom' after the other acronyms. the cop responds 'my mom or his?'. what in the psychic papers is this.

times douxie using his staff as a melee weapon: 3

#rott liveblog. #i.caran

[feather-dancer]

The second snippet is from As long as there are stars in the sky. While not as directly impacted, the mental crash did stop me writing despite quite a lot of chapter already exists.

As with the first snippet this is first draft garbage and has not been edited, figured people would be most interested in Douxie being sucked into The Void than anything else going on.

“About that uuh sorry I kinda spritzed your son earlier?” At the somewhat sheepish stance he’d now taken the former hunter merely barks a laugh and reveals surprisingly intact teeth below the engraved nose ring with the newly worn grin.

“It was amusing. You could have reacted differently in many ways and yet despite being threatened you sought to defuse the situation with something harmless. As the father I must apologise for his actions and hope that you do not think poorly of the boy, he is hurting and lashing out in the worst ways. I must warn that his pride will likely mean this will not be the end of the matter, it will be wise to remain on your guard until he finds his new calling.”

“Duly noted. Sooo why did you guys pull me in here anyway? Didn't exactly give much warning and the word outside was a bit scant on the expectations front.”

“As you well know it is a dangerous world you have been brought into and we wished to show that no matter what may come you will have allies even here underground where you will have the freedom from hiding however temporary that might be. The amulet returning to the hands of magic bodes ill for all of us regardless of whether those that still walk the land of the living have realised as such. Protect them well, Hisirdoux Casperan, a defender of worlds is needed more than ever and this burden has now fallen to you.” Oddly Kanjigar takes this moment to bow with fist pressed against his chest a second time spiking all reservations tenfold.

“Tez eks kloka's wava yurikena lu aldar.”

Without any more warning than the last the world around rapidly dissolves snatching his ability to speak and for a fraction of a second their eyes meet revealing an almost apologetic face until it too is claimed by the rush of nothingness.

If you can translate the Trollish you get a cookie, can't even cheat and check the Archive server as only posted chapters appear in the Trollish channel~

#Trollhunters #ToAWizards #Tales of Arcadia #Writing #Stars

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty seven: Eternal Night, Eternal Knights (27/?)

(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: Jim learns about Y/n and Morgana. The last battle begins. What’s going to take to save Arcadia?

Word count: 8026

Warnings: canon violence.

(Season 3 Episodes 12)

Song?:

Brother by Madds Buckley

I guess by Mitski

Daises by Chloe Ament

Previous - Next

Masterlist

The sun had come out but its light didn’t enter the Lake’s residence, not after the group hung thick fabrics in front of every window and filled every crack where the sunlight could threaten to touch.

The war consul met for its first and final meeting. Nervous faces plagued the Lake’s living room as the queakes grew closer like the worry in Arcadia’s defender’s chests.

“I’ve taken the liberty of constricting a rudimentary model of Arcadia” Blinky put the final piece on the table: a milk carton.

Y/n laid against the wall that was directly behind Blinky. From her place, she could see her father fuming, ready to jump at the troll’s face. She threw many warning glances to her father, trying to convey in one simple look “Please, for the love of god, let him finish before you scream”

“If we focus our defensive efforts here, then when the Gumm-Gumms attack…” Blinky stopped at Merlin’s mumbles, looking up at the wizard, his eyes twitching in irritation “Do you have something to say?” Blinky crossed his arms.

“This is a waste of time!” The wizard threw the model to the floor.

Y/n pulled herself from the wall and straightened her back.

“You broke the museum. You philistine!” Blinky screamed as he lifted the carton of milk from the floor.

“Our focus is not Arcadia, it is Trollmarket. If we destroy Morgana, we stop the Eternal Night” Merlin and Blinky walked around the table like two angry dogs waiting for the other to attack first “The trollhunter and I must venture into Trollmarket”

“While Gunmar and Angor Rot turn Arcadia into an all-you-can-eat buffet?” Screamed back Blinky.

“For having six eyes, you are very short sighted. Defeating Gunmar is pointless if Morgana is…”

“And defeating Morgana is still pointless if everyone in Arcadia is dead!” Blinky hit the table as a new queake started “I don’t know my own strength” he pulled back, convinced that the tremors were a consequence of his anger.

“That was the third tremor today” observed Strickler.

“At this rate, I fear the Eternal Night will be upon us within the hour” Merlin nervously scratched his beard.

“The battle of the bands is on. The square will be packed” warned Claire, the image of all her friends running through her head.

“Everyone in Arcadia is there” screamed Toby “Well, anyone who’s cool, at least” he lifted his brow.

“So not you?” Y/n smirked.

“Hey!”

“On the bright side, with everyone clustered, we know where the Gumm-Gumms will strike first” Merlin pointed out, ignoring the teenagers spat.

“How is that the bright side?” Claire screamed.

“Trollmarket will be deserted and Morgana will be unprotected” Y/n explained her father’s logic.

“Gunmar and Angor Rot are my fight” Jim walked down the stairs “First, we’ll do what we can to clear Arcadia Square. So no one gets hurt” he sentenced.

“Actually, there’s no “we” until the night falls” Blinky put his hand on Jim’s shoulder, remembering his new disadvantage “In your current form, sunlight will burn you as much as any of us trolls”

“Maybe Merlin can whip up some SPF on million?” Toby looked at the wizard.

“Uh” Merlin looked at Y/n.

“We’ll go with the children and put a stop to this battle of the bands” Nomura stepped up.

“Then am I to fight Morgana alone?”

“I’ll go with you” Y/n grabbed her father’s arms, laying her head on his bicep “Just like last time” she looked up at him smiling.

“No” he looked down at her frowning “Do you think I don’t know what you've been doing?” he lifted his brow.

Y/n let go of him, slowly stepping back. She felt her lips shake but her eyes didn’t shift.

“I…I don’t know what are you talking about” her voice didn’t shake.

“I may have been asleep for a thousand years, Y/n but I haven’t slowed down” he looked down at his daughter and with a look he disarmed her “I want you far away from Morgana” his voice going deep enough to reach her bones.

Y/n nodded.

“I’ll go. Keep safe” Aaarrrgghh broke the silence.

“Thank you, oh, very, very, big one” Merlin thanked Aaarrrgghh the way he spoke to Y/n when she was child.

Y/n felt tears brewing at the bottom of her throat. She shook her head. This was not the time to fall down to an old wound.

“The moment of truth is upon us all. With fortitude and bravery, we can end the threat posed by Morgana, Gunmar and Angor Rot for all time!” Blinky said.

“Oh, yeah!” Toby screamed.

—

Y/n hung her bag in her closet with the steadiest hand she had in a while. An old practice found her after a thousand years, she never knew why but before something big she would clean up her room. Before the battle of Killahead exploded she cleaned her whole room leaving a small bouquet of wild flowers by her bed. Maybe, young Y/n thought it would make it easier on the grievers, maybe it relaxed her before facing death. She still didn’t know.

“Knock, knock” Jim knocked on the open door.

“Hey, Jim” Y/n closed the door of the closet and turned to her brother “What’s up?”

“Are you…are you okay?”

Y/n frowned

“Of course” she smiled “Are you?”

“Yeah. It’s just…” Jim followed Y/n through her room “What happened with your…is weird calling Merlin your father” he chuckled.

Y/n laughed.

“You can call him Merlin” she opened her night stand and pulled out a hunting knife.

“Woah. That’s bigger than the usual one” Jim looked closer at the knife.

“This one is from Camelot” she pulled out the knife out of the sheath revealing a shiny blade with an ‘A’ engraved at the top.

“Whoa” Jim got distracted by the old relic “It’s really old”

“Hey! It’s not older than me” Y/n put back the knife in the sheath and hid it away in the waist of her pants.

“Well…” Jim laughed.

“Shut up” she laughed back.

Their laughter died down, staying in silence, in each other's company like they did many times before: on the couch laying next to each other while some movie played in the background, while Y/n played piano and Jim laid on the floor listening to the music, sitting in the dining table doing homework until late hours of the night, while Jim cooked and he swatted her hand away from the ingredients, they stood there face to face for what could be the last time.

“Jim” Y/n whispered, scared that death may find them in the darkness of her room “I know we can’t promise to each other to survive” she looked up to his eyes. Since the transformation, her brother was taller than her. She put her hand in his cheek “Promise me that if something happened to me you’ll remember I had a long life and you’ll take care of mom”

Jim shook his head.

“You’ll be okay” he grabbed her hand “We’ll all be okay”

“Yeah” Y/n smiled. She envied her little brother’s optimism even before facing a war with the deadliest wizard and the angriest troll he actually believed they all would be okay “but in case you’re wrong…”

“I’m not” he insisted “Is this about what Merlin said? Is this about Morgana?”

Y/n blinked a tear away.

“No. No” She hugged him “Jim, my father just…likes to make a spectacle out of his anger”

Y/n pulled away. She saw the nervousness in his brother’s face. He was unconvinced.

“I guess this is the worst and the best time ever, huh?” She sighed, graving Jim’s hands, guiding him to the bed “Merlin is mad at me because…because I never forsake Morgana like the rest of the world did”

Jim frowned.

“I know…I know Morgana is evil, Jim, but I know her, she wasn’t always like this” she felt like she’s been repeating this explanation so much throughout the century that it’s been tattooed to her throat “When I was a kid she was the only other female sorcerer that I knew and she was kind and beautiful. She would play with me and braid my hair and she would make magic something fun and something to be proud of. Not a chore or something shameful” Y/n laughed remembering running in the forest hand in hand with Morgana, little golden lights surrounding them. She dried away the tears that fell without her permission “She was my older sister and I’ve been grieving that Morgana. Not the one that hurt Claire or the one that is about to do all this” Y/n squeezed Jim’s hand and looked deep into his eyes “I’m not going to betray you. Please, tell me you believe me”

“I know you’re not going to betray me” Jim nodded, a little offended that Y/n would think he would think that “You’re my sister”

A sob escaped from Y/n throat. She threw herself into Jim's arms one last time.

“And you’re my little brother. Always. Human, troll, gnome” she pulled back “ I don’t care. You can’t run from my love.

“I don’t know if I want to be a gnome” Jim chuckled.

“I’ll ask NotEnrique to teach me how to speak gnome just to talk with you” Y/n kissed his forehead.

Y/n phone vibrated it, distracting the siblings from their talk.

Errand boy 💙:

Where are you??

“Shit” whispered Y/n putting her phone back in her pocket “I guess our sappy time is up”

“I’ll see you later” Jim smiled.

“I’ll see you later” Y/n nodded.

—

Y/n walked alone to Arcana Square. Each step made her question the possibility of everyone’s survival. Last time, Douxie and her came out alive at the price of Morgana’s life and a century without her father. What would this war take?

The square was packed. Y/n found Douxie’s blue hair amongst the crowd like a ship finds a lighthouse in the night. She pushed between the sea of dancing sweaty teenagers to get to him.

“Doux” she grabbed his arm before the sea could separate them.

“There you are” He smiled, grabbing her hand.

“Here I am” she kissed his cheek.

Y/n chuckled when she saw Douxie’s blood rush to his cheeks. For a moment, they were two teenagers on a date and not two soldiers about to embark on their second war. The music stopped dropping the weight of reality back to her.

She got close to his ear and whispered:

“Doux, I…”

“Good job, whatever that was” Señol Uhl said to the microphone.

Y/n shook her head, distracted by the teacher’s words.

“What is it?” he turned, their noses almost touching.

“I came to warn you” she got closer, pressing their bodies together “Morgana is bringing the Eternal Night now” she took the knife out of her pants.

“What? What about M…”

“Doesn’t matter” she didn’t let him finish. If he didn’t ask, she couldn’t lie to him “Promise me you’ll be safe” she put the knife in his hands.

Douxie frowned:

“What?” He looked down “Why are you giving me Lancelot’s knife?”

“Because I’m scared, Hisirdoux” Y/n voice shook like the queakes that had been shaking Arcadia “Please”

“It’s okay” Douxie held her cheek “We’ll be okay” With his other hand he took the knife “I’ll take the knife and I’ll give it back to you in the daylight”

Y/n nodded, no words could escape out of the knot of her throat.

Douxie gave her a reassuring smile and softly kissed her lips. The warmth of his love reminded her of the home that always had existed inside him, the memories that were safe with him.

The feedback of the microphone made them pull apart. Claire stood on the stage, armor on, ready to announce to Arcadia that the world they know doesn’t exist anymore.

Douxie whistled, making Y/n and Claire turn. He gave the teenager two thumbs up, trying to give her the courage to sign her siren song.

“Great work” Douxie pointed to the armor.

Y/n bit her lip, looking down.

“Uhm, hello. Can I have your attention?” Claire asked the confused crowd. “Look, I’ve got something to say. Something about this town. Listen to me. Something dangerous is coming. Strange things happen in our town”

“You didn’t prepare a speech, didn’t you?” Douxie chuckled.

“Uh uh” Y/n smiled at Claire’s brave attempt of convincing Arcadia of the unbelievable.

“Tonight, when night falls, you need to run”

“You need to run” Mary sang, starting to play their instruments.

“Oh god” Y/n whispered, covering her face when she saw Claire keep begging the audience while her friends innocently made it part of the show.

An explosion was heard from behind the audience. Y/n didn’t need her magic to know it came from the canal. She turned and saw a tornado of black fire musicalised by the terrified screams and incredulous gasps of the people of Arcadia. The torch had been lit. The war had begun.

Y/n couldn’t take her eyes away from the smoke. The amount of power used for the spell sent a chill up her spine. She felt like her ship had sunk at sea and was only capable of observing the fire from underneath the water. Her feet were glued to the floor, her instinct was screaming to let herself drown, to run and hide under rock until everything cleared but her reason knew better.

She squeezed Douxie's hand, hoping his voice was able to pull her from the sea.

“Let’s get everyone to safety” he said.

Y/n turned. He was ready. Not a drop of nervousness or fear traveled through his eyes.

She nodded, saying a final prayer before letting go of his hand, running to opposite sides of the fight. In that moment, Y/n decided to not think about anything other than the danger she had in front of her because if she started to think about her friends with a Gumm-Gumms’ blade to their necks, she would lose her mind faster than the trolls blade could cut her in half.

Y/n stood next to her friends in front of a wall of Gumm-Gumms that double their size and number.

“Oh my gosh. This is happening” Toby tightened the grip on his war hammer. The Gumm-Gumms hit the spears rhythmically against the floor announcing their strike “Not another flying truck!” The boy screamed when he saw the truck appear from behind the impenetrable wall of Gumm-Gumms.

With a quick movement of her wrist, Y/n, prepared her staff to return the truck to the troll that sent it.

“Jim!!” Claire’s scream made Y/n look up, never lowering her staff.

In the middle of the air, Jim cut the truck in half with ease before it could reach his friends in the ground.

The Gumm-Gumms lowered their spears, pointing them towards the trollhunter, slowly pushing forward, cornering the team against the empty stands.

“For glory!” Blinky’s battle cry brought forward the trolls from TrollMarket that were ready to fight for their home, giving the team the opportunity to escape the death trap the Gumm-Gumms had put them in and Y/n the opportunity to fight in Douxie’s direction.

She cutted and stabbed with the sharpest part of her staff, making a mental note to remind herself to sharp it back after the battle as she avoided the rain of stones that fell each time a Gumm-Gumm died.

Y/n’s eyes scanned the square until she found Douxie trying to catch his breath about to be speared by a Gumm-Gumm. She felt the adrenaline in her veins multiple, she could feel her brain work overtime as she jumped to the troll’s elbow and pushed the whole length of the staff until her hand touched the throat of the Gumm-Gumm. She stayed there as she felt the tremors of the creature collapsing under her, she wanted to observe the complete destruction of the one who dared to try to hurt Hisirdoux Casperan.

“Y/n?” Douxie catched her before the Gumm-Gumm completely collapsed on the ground “are you okay?”

She turned around, a frown on her face.

“Are you okay? He almost impales you” she pointed to the pile of rocks with the red gemstone of her staff.

Douxie flushed. He didn’t hear him coming.

“Thank goodness you were here, love” he pointed to another pile of rocks “That one punch me in the stomach”

“I swear they are bigger than last time” Y/n threw a rock to the Gumm-Gumm fighting one of the trolls from TrollMarket in the distance turning it into a pile of rocks instantly.

“Maybe” Douxie said, taking a Gumm-Gumm out with his guitar “Oh, fuzz..”

Y/n turned to Douxie. Claire’s friends were being cornered by a Gumm-Gumm. She started running but Douxie was faster, he jumped on top of the Gumm-Gumm throwing it to the ground and finally knocking it out with his guitar.

“I’ve always hated those twits” he grunted.

“Wow” Mary blushed.

“You all right, lovelies?” Douxie turned around, smiling.

The teenagers giggled.

Y/n rolled her eyes at Douxie’s charms with a small smile on her face. She moved her hand, hiding away her staff before climbing to the stage.

“Hey, girls” she turned to Douxie with a smirk on her face “Romeo. Let’s get out of here before more of these things find us” she jumped down.

Douxie tried to catch Y/n's eyes while they helped Darci and Mary climb down but he couldn’t. She was too on edge, or at least that’s what he told himself.

The four of them walked close to the stage when Douxie saw a part of the curtain laying on the ground making a tent.

“Here” he pointed out as he pulled away the fabric.

The four of them crouched down and sat on the floor.

“Where should we go?” Darci grabbed Y/n’s arm.

Y/n looked around the city. Everything was dark, infested by Gumm-Gumms. Running without a place in mind implied fighting and she couldn’t ask that of the girls.

“What about the library?” Y/n turned to Douxie.

“Is too far and I’m not sure how secure” Douxie pointed with his eyes to their new addition.

Y/n nodded, understanding both messages.

“Is too far and I can’t activate the barrier with them there”

“Aren’t you Jim’s sister? You should know what to do!” Mary screamed, grabbing Douxie’s bicep “Do you workout?” She asked, the terror long gone.

Douxie looked up to Y/n and lifted up his brow.

Y/n rolled her eyes and focused on keeping guard.

“This is not the time, Mary!” Darci almost screamed at her friend.

“Sorry…all I’m saying…”

At that moment, Y/n thought that the sound of Strickler’s wings were god’s trumpets as he opened the sky to receive her.

“Stay here” she ordered, running out of that tent of madness before Douxie could stop her. She took her two pinkies into her mouth and whistled to catch the attention of the flying changeling:

“Hey!”

“What are you doing?! Are you mad?!” Strickler screamed back.

“Meh!” She lifted her shoulders “Where do we take the civilians?”

“Careful, love!” Douxie warned, pointing to the Gumm-Gumm charging at her.

Y/n looked down and found the remains of another Gumm-Gumm. She lifted a rock and threw it to the head of the dead Gumm-Gumm’s friend. The Gumm-Gumm fell, hitting its head against a fire hydrant.

“You were saying?” She screamed back at the changeling.

Strickler blinked, impressed at the fighting abilities of Barbara’s older child.

“The school” he pointed.

“See you there” she ran back to the hiding spot before more Gumm-Gumms could singled her out.

Y/n crouched down to face two impressed faces and a proud one.

“C’mon. Let’s go to the school”

“That was impressive! How did you do that?” Mary screamed.

“Yeah! That was so cool! I mean your aim?” Daci screamed.

Y/n turned to Douxie for help.

He nodded, agreeing with the teenagers.

“Let’s go!” Y/n stood up.

“But school is the last place I wanna be” Mary winned.

“Let’s. Go” Y/n sentenced before starting to run on the ruins of Arcadia Oaks.

Y/n ran like a horse with blinders on. The only thing that mattered was getting Mary and Darci to school. She wanted to be useful, to help get down the amount of Gumm-Gumms running around but getting sidetracked wouldn’t help either.

“Y/n!” She heard Douxie’s scream.

She ripped her blinders, stopping in place and turning back to see Douxie fighting with a pack of shadow memphit half a block away.

“Shit” Y/n mumbled.

“Ew! What are those?” Mary stepped back even farther away.

“I’ll be alright! Keep going!” He screamed back, stepping on the creatures.

“Are you sure?” Y/n was ready to whip out her staff and be over with the situation.

“Yes!” Douxie screamed ever louder when he saw her wrist twitch “Go”

“Let’s go” Y/n nodded and resumed her running not before giving him a last reminder “Doux, burn them!”

The three of them kept running through the guttural growls of the Gumm-Gumms. Among those awful sounds, they heard two friendly voices:

“Darci! Mary! Y/n!” They heard Claire and Toby screams.

“Claire! Toby!” The teenagers ran to her friends. Seeing them gave them extra strength needed.

Y/n smiled. She could hear them talking but couldn’t understand them. Her heart was beating in her ears reminding her that she left Douxie behind.

A burst of wind pushed Y/n forward, pulling her out of her mind. She looked up confirming her fear. Stalklings were hunting around them.

“Stalklings!” Y/n warned but it was too late. Before she could finish her warning, the creature flew down, its claws open, ready to grab Darci and fly away into the night.

“Toby!” The girl cried.

“Darci” Toby ran behind the creature, using his war hammer to follow them into the sky.

Y/n, Claire and Mary stood there, looking at the sky, waiting for their friends to come back down, listening to the struggle beyond the sky. They stood there, hearing the creature screeching with no sight from them.

Toby’s giggles made the girls turn around, taking out the grief from their chest. Darci and Toby had escaped the stalkling without a scratch.

The group kept running, avoiding more Gumm-Gumms and monsters in their last lapse than in their whole journey to the school.

Y/n watched Mary and Darci being escorted by Toby to the safety of the walls of the school.

“Do you think they’ll be safe here?” Claire asked.

“I hope so” Y/n smiled “But I think your teachers have it covered” she chuckled at the teachers running around threatening creatures they didn’t understand how dangerous they were.

—

“Have you got everyone to safety?” Blinky ran to the trollhunters.

“Yep. The ones who couldn’t make it home are hiding at school” explained Claire.

“Why is the eclipse still here?” Toby looked up at the sky “Wasn’t Merlin supposed to have his magic back by now?” He turned back.

“I don’t feel his magic yet” Y/n looked in direction of the canal “Something must’ve happened”

“Where is that wizard?” Claire complained.

“Morgana probably had a million tricks ready for him. We…” Y/n turned back. In the distance she heard her brother’s screams “Jim!” she followed the painful screams. Her legs tired of running the length of the city, of avoiding death multiple times but not stopping once until they saw him.

“Jim!” Claire screamed.

On the roof of the museum, Gunmar stood on top of Jim’s chest, he had him under his blade, using his power to try to convert him into his first human Gumm-Gumm.

“We’re too late!” Toby screamed.

Y/n felt her heart skip a beat, her hand slowly losing grip of her staff. For a moment, she imagined a world where Gunmar won, where she lost another sibling, where she couldn’t save her brother.

“In their darkest hour, I burn brightest!” A crimson light illuminated Jim, gaining back his strength, pushing Gunmar back by his sword.

Gunmar grunted, anger dripping out of his nostrils. He shook his head, trying to focus his strike through the rage. He repositioned his sword and changed once last time. Jim easily avoided Gunmar’s angry strike, hitting him while he was distracted.

“No” the troll looked down to the gash that went from his waist to his shoulder “It cannot be!”

“It is”

Blinky took a step forward. His eyes couldn’t believe what was happening. The long awaited end had finally come. His people could finally live in peace without having to fear another war coming. It was finally over.

Gunmar screamed, his body exploding into an expansive ball of light, destroying all the Gumm-Gumms that were still standing before finally becoming stone.

Jim looked into his dead eyes:

“For Draal” he kicked his corpse off the roof, finalizing the battle.

Jim observed the pile of rocks for a moment before jumping off the roof.

“Jim!” Claire jumped the pile of rocks that used to be Gunmar to jump into Jim’s arms.

“Ow! Careful. Sunburn” Jim hugged her back.

“You did it, Jimbo!” Toby screamed “Daylight went supernova”

“At long last, after centuries, Gunmar’s war is at an end” Blinky looked down at Gunmar’s remains, at the nightmare’s remains.

Y/n patted Blinky’s shoulder. She may not be a troll but she lived in Camelot, Gunmar had occupied enough time in her nightmares.

“And you, my dear boy, have ended it” Blinky shook Jim by the shoulders with a smile on his face.

“Um, not to be a total buzzkill, but why is the night still all eclipsey?” Toby interrupted.

Y/n pulled her eyes from the black sky towards the heavy footsteps coming their way. The grip on her staff tightened making her knuckles go white, her body still in high alert.

“Wingman!” Toby started to run towards the troll.

“Where’s my father?” Y/n walked closer to Aaarrrgghh.

“In trouble” he pointed to the sky “Morgana”

Y/n followed his finger. From the tornado of fire she saw Morgana flying down in her golden armor and green cape, just like the last time she saw her. Her laughter echoed around them, like a song trapped inside Y/n’s mind. She felt dizzy. She had to be dreaming, this has to be a nightmare but the world wouldn’t be so cruel? Right?

“But Merlin’s plan…” Blinky turned to Aaarrrgghh.

“Not work”

“Indeed”

The trollhunter team stood there, observing the sorcerer descending from the sky. Not knowing how to react.

“Don’t despair, weak ones. Your lives will soon be over” Morgana laughed, her palms charging with magic.

“She’s beautiful” Toby sighed.

Claire turned to Toby, giving him a nasty look.

“But totally evil” he frowned “Yeah, yeah, we have to stop her”

“Without Merlin, how can we?” Blinky asked.

Y/n felt the side eyes of the troll burning her cheek but she couldn’t do more than what she was doing: observing the impossible before her. She imagined talking to her dead sister through vessels but she never thought she would see her again.

“I…” no words escaped her.

“Merlin’s champion” with an elegant movement of her arms she moved the rocks that Gunmar’s body left behind, leaving the path to Jim clear “I have so looked forward to meeting you” she chuckled.

Y/n tried to move but her body didn’t seem to answer her. She wanted to run and protect Jim but her will was in shock just like her heart.

“And then killing you” she moved her hands again this time pushing everyone out the way except Jim and Y/n.

Jim pulled daylight, jumping to strike Morgana before she could do more harm. The wizard smiled at the trollhunter’s boldness. She barely moved her hand, tying him with a golden rope.

Jim fought against the trap that lifted him into the air and close to the wizard’s face but it was in vain.

“Good morning and…good night” she moved her finger, throwing Jim miles away where the eye couldn’t see.

Morgana sighed, turning her sight onto Y/n.

“I was hoping that this time we would be in the same side, sister”

“You’re alive” was all that Y/n could muster.

The wizard cocked her face, examining the confused girl in the ground.

“After all this time…” Y/n shook her head “You’re alive”

“Well, of course” Morgana got closer, her voice full of something Y/n couldn’t decode “Where did you think I was all those years?”

Y/n looked up, her eyes burning with all the tears that she had been spilling for a century:

“Dead”

“You help him imprison me” Morgana didn’t believe her.

“He said we were going to help you!” Y/n tried to clean the tears as they fell but she wasn’t fooling anyone “I thought I was getting my sister back after the battle”

Morgana laughed, pulling back.

“Morgana” Y/n said, her voice soft.

The wizard disappeared into the distance, where the eye couldn’t see.

Y/n shook her head, trying to not lose the hurt she was feeling. She lifted her staff and used the dagger that Morgana had left on her heart to make a portal to find Jim. Her first attempt failed. Her hand was too shaky to mold the shadows.

“Fuzzbucket” she cursed, throwing a car a couple blocks away “Focus, Y/n, these are your friends”

Y/n took a deep breath, carefully lifting her staff back up. Her mind replayed her conversation with Morgana, her father treating her like a child in front of everyone, the hurt the curse did to Douxie, the amount of pressure that was put on Jim.

This time, the shadow bended at her will. Y/n crossed the portal but it was late. Morgana had everyone tied up with her magic.

“I showed your friends mercy, trollhunter, so they can watch you die” Morgana threw Jim around the pavement as his friends helplessly watched.

“Morgana!” Y/n grabbed the golden rope that tied the wizard and Jim together and cut it with her staff “he is just a boy!”

Morgana lifted her brows as she watched the younger wizard kneel next to the trollhunter.

“For the love I have for you, I won’t hurt you, Y/n but do not intervene” Morgana frowned. She moved her fingers returning the trollhunter to a painful tie and gently pushed Y/n to the side, immobilizing her hands.

“Morgana, please don’t” Y/n screamed, fighting with the rope.

“Pale lady!” Angor Rot scream stopped all pleas.

Morgana turned:

“My champion! On time for the grand finale” she moved to the side to reveal what she had accomplish “Here. For your efforts” she pointed to Jim “I give you the honor of finishing him”

Angor Rot ran, dagger in hand, ready to strike but when the moment came, he didn’t stab Jim, he punched Morgana, almost throwing her out the bridge.

“Witch! I am no one’s pawn!”

“You! What did you tell him?” She stood up, throwing Jim against one of the pillars.

“The boy reminded me who I fight for”

“You fight for me!” Morgana screamed, attacking him with her magic.

“This is the end” Angor Rot growled, avoiding Morgana’s attack.

Everything happened so fast. One moment, Y/n was still processing Morgana’s rebirth, the next, she’s standing in front of her strike, wishing that heaven looks like the forests in Camelot.

Morgana’s ties had always burned. Y/n had always been too weak to break them when her sister didn't want her to break them but when she saw the movement of her hands, when she heard the serious proportion of death, Morgana’s rope broke like cotton.

“Y/n!” She heard her friend’s desperate calls as her body hit the cold cement. She left her eyes closed, her body was too tired to keep fighting.

“Y/n?” A soft voice called.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight coming through the tree caressed her body, nurturing it from the outside in. Here, there was no pain, no tiredness, no war.

She smiled at the familiar tree filled sky. She turned her head and saw the familiar purple flowers that she knew so much. Maybe her wish was granted. She sat up, picking up a flower and taking it to her nose, the smell pulling her into a hug like a greeting from an old friend.

“Little Y/n, you are far away from home”

Y/n stood up, her hand calling for her staff that wasn’t there. She turned back to the place where the voice was calling. Y/n blinked a couple times thinking her eyes were deceiving her. Standing just a couple steps away from her was someone she thought long gone.

“Queen Guinevere?” Y/n frowned.

“It’s been a long time” Guinevere walked up to Y/n.

Y/n gasped, her knees buckling into bow when she saw the Queen’s unmistakable green eyes.

“There is no need for that here” Guinevere lifted Y/n from the ground, pulling a leaf out of the girl’s hair.

“What?” Y/n looked around “Aren’t we in Camelot?”

Guinevere chuckled:

“Yes, but I’m no Queen here. I’m just…Gwen” she smiled.

“Gwen” Y/n repeated, the name foreign in her mouth “Am I…?”

“Not yet” Guinevere locked their arms together and started walking “You were injured”

The memories of the battle came back in flashes: the fight with Morgana, Angor Rot helping them, Angor Rot dying, Jim jumping in front of Morgana’s strike but Y/n being faster and then, the trees.

“I remember… Morgana…” Y/n stopped “I have to save them”

“From what?” Guinevere had no urgency in her voice.

“From Morgana. I have to help her too”

Guinevere shook her head.

“You can’t help everyone, Y/n” Guinevere smiled “Sometimes, people have to grow on their own”

“But they are kids and Morgana…Morgana is hurting” Y/n frowned “I thought you would understand”

“Is their destiny. You can’t fight with destiny” Guinevere explained, her voice soft like velvet.

“I don’t accept it!” Y/n closed her fists.

“Destiny does not need or want your permission”

Y/n let the tears fall freely. She knew this but she couldn’t accept it. Not for her family. Not this cruel destiny.

“I can help my brother and his friends survive. I can help Morgana change” she pleaded.

Guinevere shook her head.

“You can help your friends but you cannot change Morgana, you can only love her”

“Why?” She cried “She deserves better”

Guinevere smiled, looking at a butterfly passing by.

“Yes, she did” the woman cleaned the tears from the girl’s eyes “but, sometimes, life isn’t about deserving”

Y/n looked up at Guinevere, she looked so young. In her eyes, she could see all the unlived life shining through. If someone could understand fairness maybe it was her.

“So, I should let her rot in her anger?” Y/n wasn’t angry at Guinevere, she was mad at the world.

“No. You keep loving the person you knew” Guinevere turned to the side.

Y/n noticed the creek flowing next to them. The creek where Douxie and her would tempt luck one too many times, the creek where they decided to abandon Camelot before the kingdom fell years later. Across it, amongst the darkness of the trees she saw a figure walking towards them and this time, she didn’t call her staff.

“Morgana” Y/n whispered when the woman put her feet in the creek. She walked through the creek, the violent current of the water did not disturb her.

“Birdie!” Morgana engulfed her in a hug, no shadow in her voice.

“Sister” Y/n cried, her nails digging in Morgana’s corset “I’m sorry…I’m sorry”

“No…no” Morgana pulled back with a smile, the smile that Y/n remembered, grabbing Y/n’s cheeks “Don’t apologize”

“They want to kill you” Y/n sobbed “Maybe I can save you”

Morgana shook her head.

“Let them”

“No” Y/n hid her face in Morgana’s neck “I don’t want to lose you”

“I’m not gone just because you cannot see me” Morgana brushed Y/n’s hair with her fingers “I will be in the other side of the creek”

Y/n pulled back, her puffy eyes full of confusion.

“It’s time for me to go, Birdie” Morgana tiredly sighed “I haven’t been myself in awhile”

Y/n looked to the other side of the creek. The forest grew thicker, darker but the longer she saw it, the more she wanted to go.

“Y/n?! What happened?!” She heard the echoes of her father’s desperate screams.

“You have to go back” Guinevere put her hand on Y/n’s back “Your friends still need you”

Y/n nodded.

“Thank you for your words, Gwen. It was nice seeing you again” Y/n hugged the woman.

“You have grown into a beautiful woman, Y/n” Guinevere hugged back.

Y/n turned to Morgana, her heart turning into itself knowing it was the last time it was going to see her again.

“I’ll miss you all my life, sister” Y/n wanted to disappear in Morgana’s arms but she knew she couldn’t.

“Then, I hope you’ll miss me for a long time” Morgana chuckled, squeezing Y/n tight “I wish that Hisirdoux and you live a long and happy life. After that, you can come back to me. We have all eternity to be together”

Y/n chuckled.

“I love you, sister” Morgana said into Y/n’s hair.

“I love you too” Y/n pulled back.

Guinevere stretched her hand and Morgana took it. The ground started to shake, throwing Y/n to the ground but it didn’t seem to bother the older women. Morgana stopped in the middle of the creek and observed Guinevere disappearing into the forest. The ground shook once more, throwing the trees around Y/n to ground.

“Morgana!” Y/n screamed, stretching her hand, trying to reach the woman in the creek.

Y/n woke up, gasping for air. Her chest felt like one of the trees had fallen on it.

“Birdie, are you alright?” Y/n felt the familiar callous hand that had brought her to life brushing away the hair from her face.

She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the new bright light. Between the blurriness she recognised the crystalline blue eyes watching her, the eyes that had followed her all her life.

“Mmmh” she lifted her heavy hand and grabbed her father’s wrist, pushing his hand against her cheek

“You’re alive” Merlin sighed in relief.

Y/n wasn’t sure but she thought she saw a tear fall from her father’s eye.

“I think so” she looked down at her chest with a teasing smile.

“Y/n!” Jim crawled closer.

“Jim” Y/n sat up, pulling her brother into a hug.

“You scared me” Jim pulled back.

“I told you I’ll see you later, didn’t I?” Y/n stood up.

“Don’t ever pass out again, okay?” Toby hugged her back.

“I don’t think I can promise that” she chuckled.

“Just do it” Toby insisted.

Claire rolled her eyes in complicity.

“Fine” she smiled.

The boy let go of her.

“I promise”

“The eternal night is finally over” Blinky watched the ruins of the entrance of TrollMarket.

“Heartstone gone” Aaarrrgghh closed his eyes.

“In Deya’s name…” they prayed for the place they once called home.

“Then we’ll need to find a new heartstone out there” Jim walked up to them, putting a hand on their shoulders.

“I’ve heard tell of a heartstone in a place called New Jersey” Merlin said.

The trolls turned at the news of a new home.

“Well make preparations and gather what we can from TrollMarket” Blinky nodded.

“We live at nightfall” Jim said.

The night came faster than everyone expected. There wasn’t enough time to say goodbye. There never will be. Y/n spent the afternoon reminding her soul that nobody died, that this goodbye was not permanent, a new concept for the inmortal. When the sun started to fall down and her soul started to relax, a new thought crawled her way up to the top in her lists of anxieties: staying behind.

She paced her room, the nail on her thumb almost gone as she thought about how she would tell her father she wanted to stay.

“You seem nervous” Merlin entered Y/n’s room.

“I’m not going with you” Y/n stopped, the thought escaping her mouth before she could think of an excuse “I…I didn’t mean it like that” she turned to the door where her father was standing “I’m sorry…I…”

“It’s alright” Merlin chuckled.

“What?” Y/n frowned. She was sure her father would want her by his side like he always did.

“Y/n, you’re a woman now” Merlin walked around Y/n’s room observing the pieces of a life he wished he could have shared with his daughter “I should've realized that before. It’s time for you to grow on your own”

Y/n swallow the confusion from her throat.

Merlin stopped in front of Y/n and grabbed her shoulders

“Whatever you choose would be alright with me”

“You must be spending a lot of time with Barbara” she smiled, burying herself in her father’s arms “Don’t disappear for too long”

“I won’t” Merlin kissed his daughter’s head, pulling back to see her eyes.

“Besides, someone has to make sure Douxie gets his staff” Y/n joked, unable to hold her father’s gaze for too long.

Merlin rolled his eyes.

“Make sure that boy doesn’t burn the city” he walked away, stopping at the door “and, Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Not a word of this to Hisirdoux”

She nodded, the secret now weighing heavy on her chest.

—

Merlin watched as Y/n hugged her mother at the edge of a shattered Arcadia Oaks. Barbara had made her part by staying in the safety of the hospital, aiding the wounded.

The clanking of metal made them turn back.

“Hey!” Jim walked out of the woods with a smile, Blinky and Aaarrrgghh walking alongside him.

Barbara walked to Jim, tears filling her eyes.

“I promised I’d never leave you” Jim looked down.

“Honey” Barbara grabbed his cheeks, lifting up his face “I knew this day would come. I just…never knew when” she smiled.

Jim pulled his mother into a hug.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for” Barbara let the silent tears fall “Just call often. Every day. Twice. Text. Now and then?”

“Of course, mom. I love you” Jim chuckled

“Not more than I love you, kiddo” Barbara squeezed tighter.

Jim looked up, seeing her sister observing the scene teary eyed. He lifted his hand knowing that Y/n would run to take it, pulling her into the hug.

“I’ll miss you, Jim” she said “Please don’t get an accent”

“I’ll miss you too” Jim laughed.

“Are you ready, Master Jim?” Blinky walked up to them.

“Ready as I’ll ever be” Jim answered, dissolving the hug.

“I don’t know what tomorrow brings but with our trollhunter by our side, I don't fear it either” Blinky looked at Barbara.

“I really appreciate that, Mr. Blinky” Barbara smiled.

The grass rustled making Jim turn, relaxed as he was sure, the worst was behind them.

“Claire,” he frowned “I can’t ask you to…”

“You didn’t ask” Claire walked up to him.

“She has enough credits to graduate early” Claire’s mom explained “We’re treating this like some time abroad”

“As long as she comes back soon” Claire’s father frowned, pointing at Jim with his finger as if after all the darkness Jim has seen he could be a danger to him.

Jim laughed, relieved that he could have Claire by his side.

Y/n heard the familiar flutter announcing the changeling’s presence. Strickler flew down with NotEnrique in his arms.

“Good luck, young Atlas” he nodded.

Jim smiled before starting his pilgrimage to New Jersey.

“Wait! Wait for me!” Toby’s screams made everyone stop in their tracks. The boy ran until he got to his best friend's side “Whew!”

“I thought that one was staying with you” Merlin whispered in Y/n’s ear.

“Dunno” Y/n shook her head in confusion.

Toby kneeled down trying to recover his breath “Boy, these goodbyes are tough, you know. Nana wanted me to take Mr. Meow Meow P.I., but he does not travel well” his smile dying when he noticed no one was following his enthusiasm “What?”

“Tobes…”Jim sighed “You have to stay”

“What?! You’re going on a quest. I love quests. We go everywhere together”

Jim grabbed Toby’s shoulder:

“I’m hurt. Claire lost her shadow staff. You are the only one who can protect Arcadia”

“Did you tell everyone that Doux and I are bad at our jobs?” Y/n whispered, a smile cutting across her tired face.

“I think they can realize it for themselves” Merlin chuckled.

“No, Wingman” Aaarrrgghh took a step forward “I help. I stay”

“So, you’re staying with me…and you’re leaving?” Toby cocked his head.

“But we’ll be back. Someday”

“You better” Toby engulfed Jim and Claire into a hug.

“And then, we'll get tacos” Jim said into the hug.

“And enchiladas” Claire added.

Y/n turned to Merlin

“Father”

“Hmmm” Merlin looked down at her daughter.

“I wanted to give you this…before you leave” Y/n pulled an old cell phone from her pants “It’s my backup phone. Jim said he’ll help you to text and call” she smiled at the idea of her father having to text “It’s faster than letters”

Merlin smiled

“Thank you” he picked up the device, unsure how to grab it.

“Be careful they’re weirdly fragile, well nowadays” she shook her head, trying not to enter in a weird rant about phones “I put my number in. When you get a “letter” from me it’ll say Birdie”

“I’ll wait for your letters” Merlin patted Y/n’s head.

“Keep Arcadia safe” Jim said “You’re its only trollhunters now” he got closer and whispered “and keep an eye on Y/n. She wanted to stay here and I think something is going on”

Toby nodded.

“I heard that!” Y/n walked to Toby, jokingly punching his arm.

—

Y/n sat in the quietness of her room and waited for her mother to fall asleep. She slowly opened the window so the rail wouldn’t squeak, she jumped out her room into a small pile of dirt that would soften the blow. A routine that she had done before in a world where Merlin was just a legend and trolls was something you would see on tv.

She walked the destroyed streets of Arcadia. Tonight, not even the moon dared to leave the safety of her house, only Y/n.

She climbed the stairs thinking of one thing: Hisirdoux. Douxie’s apartment was dark like Arcadia’s streets. Y/n took off her jacket and hung it by the door along with Douxie’s coats, she kicked off her shoes and walked to the bedroom in her snoopy socks.

“Hey, kids” She petted the cats cuddling on top of the dresser as she walked to the bed.

Y/n pulled the covers away, sitting on Douxie’s bed. Douxie getting pulled by the movement on the bed, his sleeping mind knowing the routine by heart.

She finally laid down, her lungs breathing normally once her head hit the pillow.

“Hhhm…Y/n?” Douxie's arms surrounded her, pulling closer to him.

“Goodnight, Doux” she turned to him, hugging him back.

“I’m glad you’re alright” he whispered into her head.

“War is over, Doux” she kissed his collarbone “Let’s sleep”

A/n: and that was the last chapter of Trollhunters!! I’ll see you in Wizards!!

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[royalhouseofcarrington]

Nimben Palace, After the Diplomatic Reception

Douxie was already upstairs by the time Ana made her way into their bedroom, bowtie askew and decorations already on the table in front of him. 

“You okay?” She asked, approaching him. 

Douxie grinned when he heard her voice, bending down to place a kiss on her lips before turning back to his reflection in the mirror. “Cumberbunds are the bane of my existence.” He announced grumpily before he turned back again to face her. “I’m fine.” 

Ana raised her eyebrows. “You know you didn’t have to wear that.” 

Douxie shrugged. “I want to look my best when I have the most beautiful woman in the world on my arm.” He smiled again before placing another kiss on her lips. “Everything good downstairs?” 

Ana nodded, relaxing into Douxie’s arms. “Yeah. Everyone’s gone.” She turned her attention to the bow tie as Douxie slipped off his cumberbund and then shrugged off his jacket and sash. 

“That’s much better.” Douxie groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Kris asleep?”

Ana smiled affectionately. “He was pretending to be. I could hear him giggling when I went to check on him. He’s asleep now though.” 

Douxie laughed. “I guess we were a little loud.” He wrapped his arms around her tightly. “You okay?”

Ana nodded. “Surprisingly. I probably just jinxed myself.”

Douxie shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not.” He reached down to yank off his socks. How he was able to have his bare feet on the wooden floor, Ana had no idea. He looked up at her. “You seem distracted.” He stated, standing up. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Ana shrugged. “Lot on my mind.”

Douxie grinned mischievously. “Like this hot bod?” 

Ana smiled. “That’s definitely part of it.” 

“What’s the other part?” He asked, wrapping his arms tight around her waist. 

“Something Aunt Kate told me.” Ana said, leaning back against his chest. 

“Yeah?” 

She turned to face him, and ran her fingers over his jaw before she spoke again. “My mom’s talking about getting remarried again. Apparently.”

Douxie caught her fingers as they began dancing their way down his chest and brought them to his lips, kissing the tips before he spoke again. “Is this something you want to talk about right now or wait?”

Ana sighed. “I wanna talk to my mom about it first. Then, if it’s true, I’ll come find you.”

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[earth-ambassador-jim]

Lost Souls: Story 13

Judging a Book by its Cover

Lost Souls Summary: Merlin awakens early from his  sleep. He decides  that he doesn’t want to leaving anything to chance  and kidnaps the young  James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter  as early as possible.

Barbara  is  determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her  efforts  to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to  her in  a woman’s voice. The radio leads her to an underground society  of  shapeshifters.

Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.

AO3 - Fanfiction

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GDT Arcane Books is a small store on the main street of Arcadia. The space it now occupies has been empty for as long as Toby can remember.

The sunshine is bright and the air warm as he and Darci linger in front of it.

“So ready to enter a world of mystery and magic?” He asks her in a dramatic wavering tone.

He wiggles his fingers and eyebrows for emphasis.

Darci giggles at his theatrics and then holds her arm over her nose as if she’s hiding behind a cape.

“After you, my dark lord,” She says using a terrible Dracula accent.

“Now now!” Toby tries to sound business like. “We’re looking for wizards here not vampires.”

“You’re no fun,” Darci says poking him in the side.

Toby chokes on the laugh he’s been holding in.

“Hey not the sides! You know I’m ticklish.”

Darci smirks.

Sensing danger Toby quickly darts into the relative safety of the store.

He pauses upon entering, eyes struggling to adjust to the dark interior. The store is two stories joined by dark wooden spiral staircase. Not an inch of the walls is visible through the shelves. They overflow with a multitude of books of all kinds. Strange knick-knacks and oddities flicker and peer from any space between the books. The few plants cluster around the window vying for the little natural light.

“Woah.”

Toby is somehow shocked to not see dust covering everything. How did they get all of this in here so quickly?

“Yeah,” Darci agrees in a hushed voice coming in behind him.

“Welcome to GDT Arcane Books.” Says an accented voice from behind them. “We have all your magical and mystical needs. Anything I can help you with?”

Toby jumps a little and turns around.

To the left of the door is a desk and behind that desk is a darkhaired teen who looks like maybe a highschool senior or a college freshman. A black cat with a strange white marking on its chest is perched on his shoulders.

Toby sputters for a moment before Darci takes over.

“Hello...” She pauses and her eyes scan the cashier’s name badge. “Douxie. Do you have anything about Merlin?”

“Hmmm,” Douxie taps his chin and the cat climbs across his back to his other shoulder. It squints at them through eerie gold eyes before settling to washing its face with a paw. Toby realizes with a start that the cashier’s eyes are same color as the cat’s.

“We have quite a few. Are you looking for novels, mythology, legends, theories, or poetry?”

“Mythology, legends and theories would be good,” Darcie says.

“Ah! Are you doing some research?”

She nods.

“In that case you will want to go to the second level, back of the last shelf. Would you like me to show you?”

“No. We’re good,” Toby quickly cuts in.

“Okay, let me know if you change your minds.”

The bookstore has an incredible variety of books from trashy vampire romance novels with oil paintings of shirtless men on the cover to large volumes that look like they were unearthed from the runes of a castle to what appear to be academic textbooks. If someone had told Toby that this shop had literally every book relating to magic he would have believed them.

The two of them make their way upstairs. Toby has to keep himself from drooling of the wicked awesome crystals that were displayed all over. Does he have plenty of amethysts and emeralds? Sure. Would he take more? Heck yeah! Anyway these ones just have a gleam to them that draws him in.

They reach the shelf and by unspoken agreement Darci starts on the right side and Toby on the left. They slowly work their way in pulling out books at random and leafing through them.

Eventually Darci finds a book comparing different narratives of King Arthur and Toby a book about the origins of Merlin. It doesn’t seem like enough so they move to the shelves on the back wall that are labeled “Magic”. If magic is real –and they are certain it was- they need to know what they are up against and how to fight it.

“What about this one?” Darci says finally.

Toby comes over to look at the book she is holding.

“An Introduction to Basic Magic and Wizardry,” The title reads.

Toby snorts.

“Sounds like a textbook,” Toby says.

They open it and peruse the table of contents. There are sections labeled things like:

“The Evolution of Magic”, “The Where and When of Beginning Practicing the Mystic arts”,  and “Who’s Who: the Different Types of People that Use Magic and What Sets Them Apart.”

Toby stares at it for along moment and finally says:

“This really sounds like something Strickler would assign us.”

Darci hums.

“Right?” She tucked it under her arm. “I’m going to buy this one… If I can afford it… There isn’t a price tag. What kind of store doesn’t have price tags?”

Toby shrugs.

“I’m look just a little more.”

“Okay. I’m heading down to see what this costs.”

Toby is left alone in the top floor of the book store. It isn’t too bad as far as bookstores go, he decides. Maybe it’s the timeless feel. New books and old books live here side by side. He feels like if he stays here a thousand years might pass on the outside or maybe just 5 seconds. (Perhaps if he digs deep enough he could even find the things he’s lost.)

Finally, at the bottom of the shelf, a worn leather-bound volume catches his eye. Toby carefully pulls it out and examines it. It’s called “A Treatise on Trollish Geology.” It’s written by someone named Dictatious Galadrigal which is one of the weirdest names ever. And the translator’s name is just as strange. The title sounds super dry and boring but when he opens it the pictures are vibrant and draw him in. Beautiful gems the likes of which he’s never seen before. Even if it’s probably fantasy he wants to read it.

He tucks the book under his arm but rather than making his way down the stairs he hesitates. He peers over the railing and sees that Darci is happily petting the cashier’s cat. He has some time then. He wanders along the shelves peering at strange knick knacks and oddities. He’s half gawking, half looking for something. What he’s looking for he isn’t sure.

“Toby?” Darci’s calling him.

He starts toward the stairs. He pauses and glances back for a moment before making his way down.

“Ah… A Treatise on Trollish Geology,” The cashier says. “Haven’t read that one myself. I do need to let you know that book isn’t for sale. It’s actually a rental. Is that okay?”

Toby blinks but nods.

“How much is it to rent?”

“It will be eleven dollars a month plus a deposit that you will get back after you return the book in good condition. I will also need you to fill out a slip with your name and address.”

“Okay.” He actually doesn’t mind coming back. He can’t say why but he still can’t shake the feeling there is something here he’s supposed to find.

~~~~

The bell rings as the duo exits the store. Douxie and Archie watch for a moment, waiting to see if they would come back in. They don’t.

Archie hops down from Douxie’s shoulder and puts his glasses on.

“An odd duo, don’t you say?”

“Yeah,” Douxie says with a frown. “Did you notice anything?”

“Well the short one lives with a lot of cats,” Archie says, tail flicking. “Two males and three females. One of them is…”

“Anything magic related. They were able to pick out those books so they must have some ties to the magic world.”

“Mmmm… Yes... but it’s faint. They both have potential but in different areas.”

Douxie nods.

“We’ll keep an eye on them then. We could certainly use more wizards in Arcadia. We’ve barely set up and there’s already more odd stuff than anywhere else we’ve lived.”

“Indeed,” Archie says. “They are a bit young to be helping out, however.”

“I know… perhaps in the future.” Douxie moves out from behind the counter and starts to work on stacking more books. He chuckles. “I’m always tempted to give out some random personal trivia fact about Merlin whenever people look for books on Arthurian Mythology.”

Archie sighs.

“Well for the sake of our continued secrecy I am glad you are showing restraint.”

Douxie eyes him curiously.

“Are you sure there are changelings in Arcadia?”

“There is a Trollmarket,” Archie says matter-of-factly. “Where there is a Trollmarket there is bound to be at least a handful of changelings monitoring it. Trolls are nowhere near as sneaky as they think they are and it is to the benefit of changelings that no one knows about trolls.”

“True.”

Just then the bell rings at the front door. Archie puts his glasses away and shifts to all fours before jumping back up to Douxie’s shoulder.

“Welcome to GDT Arcane Books,” Douxie says as he emerges from behind the shelves to greet the customer. “We have all your magical and mystical needs. What can I help you with?”

The customer who just walked in is a tall red-haired woman. She has a lined and worn face but the sharp blue eyes that watch him from behind a pair of glasses are calculating.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Archie sniff the air and then bristle.

Fortunately spending a few centuries doing customer service does wonders for one’s poker face, so Douxie keeps an easy and relaxed smile on his face.

“I just wanted to come in, since you are new in town,” She says, turning in a slow circle. “This is a very nice store.”

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” Douxie asks.

He would really like a clue on her motives.

“Probably nothing that you have,” She evades with a chuckle. “So I’ll wander around a little.”

“Of course! Let me know if you need anything… Mrs..?”

“You may call me Dr. Lake,” She says.

Interesting phrasing there. Archie’s tail tightens around his neck.

“I go by Douxie,” He responds with an easy smile.

Dr. Lake nods and then strolls off into the shelves.

Once she is out of sight Archie and Douxie exchange a glance. The cat hops off his shoulder and then to the floor behind the desk. A moment later, Douxie spots a small black fly buzzing in the direction Dr. Lake had gone.

Douxie debates finding an excuse to work on the shelves in the area Dr. Lake is but decides against it. It’s better to let Archie do the spying.

A half hour passes before the woman leaves the store. She doesn’t purchase anything but she does ask about their rental system so Douxie suspects she might be planning to come back.

As soon as she’s gone, Archie buzzes back to the desk and transforms back into a cat.

“So,” Douxie says. “What’s got your hair up on end? Find out anything interesting.”

“Maybe, but most importantly, I’m sensing traces of Morganna’s magic from her.”

Douxie stills, the book slipping from his suddenly nerveless hand.

“Like possession-type or…”

“I don’t think it’s a possession,” Archie says. “But we should definitely find out all we can.”

“Did you see any themes in the books she was looking at?”

“A lot of stuff about the fair folk, a few books about basic magic, one about theories on the ties between language and the invocation of spells.”

“Hmmm.” Douxie taps his chin. “An interesting set. What do you think she’s up to?”

“Sounds like a deal gone bad to me,” Archie says. “That or she’s learning to use Their magic. Or she’s made a deal with one of Them and is preparing for interactions with others. It’s hard to say with how little we know.”

Douxie sighs.

“Why does Morganna have to crop up again? Can’t we be done with her?”

Archie rubs his head on Douxie’s chest.

“We knew she wasn’t really gone. Those with the Old Blood do not die easily. Even if they are part human.”

“I know,” Douxie says.

Absently he rubs at his wrist. His nails lightly scratch the shiny raised patch of skin peeking out from under his bracer. Archie places his head over the scar and Douxie starts stroking him instead.

“So what do you think we should do?”

“What we have been doing,” Archie says.

“Keep watching and waiting?”

Archie nods.

Douxie sighs. Sometimes being a wizard is not all that it’s cracked up to be.

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[honeyxmonkey]

Chapter 3:

Carter hated just standing here. Oldos had left him basically unattended because he couldn’t leave. There was no way Carter could escape, so there was no point in watching him. He’d been left standing in the throne room, forced to just wait here while ghosts and reapers walked in and out of the room. None of them looked at him. They probably thought he was just another ghost.

Maybe he was, now. In a way.

Taking in a slow, shaking breath, Carter turned to look around him. The throne room was big and hollow. An empty throne sat perched on a raised dais, a short set of marble stairs leading down to the floor. The throne was surrounded by tall columns that were carved with images. He had to get closer to see what they were.

The carvings depicted deaths. Many of them. But they weren’t unsettling. It was like watching history.

There was one of a girl standing in front of three giants surrounded by the elements. Her hand was raised, magic drifting from her fist. Carter blinked when he realized the images were moving. He looked a little closer, almost able to make out the faces of one of the giants. It almost looked like Nari. And if this one was Nari, then the other three must be the rest of the Arcane Order. The image changed a moment later, to an image of that same girl dead amongst ruins.

He pursed his lips, moving on to the next depiction. This one was much more familiar. He’d gotten to it right as it changed, and what he saw made his blood run cold.

It was his death. The one from 1943. He was watching his own death. The images were moving, and he could see Douxie running across the field of fire and mangled corpses to get to him. He held his breath as the tiny carved image of his fiancè knelt next to his dead body. There was no sound to it, but he could practically hear Douxie crying for him to come back.

There was a flash of red light that was brighter than Carter would have expected for it to be. When he’d blinked the white spots out of his eyes, he was looking at a fading image. The one where Douxie was hugging him because he was alive again. It faded away, and wasn’t replaced by a new carving. This part of the column was blank now.

“Father hates that,” a voice said from behind him.

Carter jumped, drawing his sword. He spun around, finding his blade pointed at the throat of a young boy. He was young, no older than Sarah was now. He had wavy black hair, pale skin, and eyes that perfectly matched that of the god who was keeping him here.

Carter narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?”

The boy smiled, sticking his hand out. “I’m Harley.”

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[escape-from-arcadia]

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PRISM I LOVE YOU /P

A good chunk (read almost all) of my fics are unfinished, but I will still drop them here in no real order. And note!! All of my fics are Archive-locked, so you'll need an account to read them!

To The Ends of Our World  is my current project and one I'm excited to continue when I have the time. It's got a bit of a slow start, but it's a pre-canon Wizards fic about a younger Douxie regaining memories about his mother and uncovering some shady things happening in Camelot, all connected to his mother. It's a bit dark, but it's almost fully planned out (except for a few things before the resolution) and I'm really excited to share it.

Date Night in the 1950s is a romantic Zouxie oneshot I wrote for Zouxie Week. I had fun writing their dynamic and also researching 1950s clothing and music for the solid sentence or two they're mentioned ahfjddsk.

What He Remembers is a very short bit from my "This Action Will Have Consequences" AU, which basically follows ROTT canon, except I make Toby, Jim, and Claire suffer in an endless cycle of pain and death. This bit is centered around Jim and Toby (in loop one) talking about Toby's death.

Crush Over Coffee because WAHAHA COFFEE SHOP AU. For context to the unaware, Prism and I talked about a Douxilly coffee shop AU and I made this little fic of Douxie and Illy (Prism's OC) and Zoe and Selena (also Prism's OC) having cute interactions in the shop one day. Douxie and Illy are flustered messes, and Zoe is trying to be cool in front of Selena while also falling head over heels for her.

This is an unfinished crack fic I posted on AO3 along with a bunch of unfinished pieces back when I was planning on leaving the TOA fandom (and look how that turned out ajfhdk). This one is called Spa Day!! It's got Claire babysitting the Order and also Mary and Darci show up! Even though I didn't finish it, it was really funny and fun to write.

Honorable mention to the Ambrosia Diner AU which I guess we can call a webcomic, that I still need to update the lore on (silly diner comic talking about capitalism, gentrification, and hopes and dreams go yippee-)

Thank you for the ask!! I might not post often, but I do enjoy writing for the TOA fandom!

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[piracytheorist]

Top 5 Colin moments!

5. Just today I was thinking about the goodbye scene in OUAT 5x20 "Firebird".

God, we absolutely did not deserve Colin here (neither did the script but that's besides the point). The way you see that Hook's heart is shattering right in front of us yet he then tries to put on a smile so that Emma doesn't lose it too... It’s because of how real it feels. How sad and pained his smile later looks - while he’s still crying - that it feels so fucking raw and real. And so, despite the oppositions I have to this scene in regards to narration (like, why have such an emotional goodbye when everyone fucking knows y’all aren’t gonna keep them apart) it’s still an amazingly acted scene that Colin deserves awards for.

4. Any, and I mean any, moment of him + music is an instant fave for me. Considering his guitar and singing skills it’s an outright crime that outside the OUAT musical, the only time he’s showed those on screen was for The Dust Storm (Douxie technically doesn’t count because a) he doesn’t sing (as well as Colin does at least) and b) he’s animated, we don’t see Colin’s talent come to life), so Brennan it is.

Like, sometimes people confuse “music” with “performance”. It’s one thing to be able to pick up an instrument and play something. But to be able to perform in front of an audience? I am a musician myself, but I am not a soloist performer. I mean, I could technically do it, but I’d get too stressed and nervous and in general it’s not my forte - nor my preference. Other things regarding music are that, and with my experience I have a much deeper respect for musicians who are good performers. And Colin is exactly that. He’s shy and reserved but once he picks up a guitar he turns into a wholly different human, and I love that.

3. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t choose a whumpy scene, and I think the one most showing of Colin’s talent is the one in 5x14, where he rejects Hades’ deal.

It’s... wow. With a shit-ton of makeup on him, one of his eyes covered with that fake skin thing, and he still nails the portrayal of Hook’s emotions - his anger at Hades, his defiance, his pain, and most of all, his fear. Like, when he closes his eyes and winces, because he knows that with Hades getting angry, more pain is coming... god im safsfddgstersfgdfhg

2. The ending of What StiΙl Remains.

Again, Peter is fully a problematic fave, I'd never condone or excuse anything he does in the film; but you very damn well understand why he turned that way. And in the end, he's just broken and lost and is just absolutely desperate to find something to give his life meaning. And Colin slays in this moment. How he portrays that feeling of emptiness and, at the same time, despair to find a footing. And even though you can’t help but hate him by the end, you also feel a bit (or a lot!) sorry about how his life and his circumstances have turned him into that kind of monster.

1. I think I’ll forever and always lose my fucking mind with the scene where Hook sings his mother’s lullaby to baby Alice.

One of the gifsets I reblogged from that very moment, just a little while after I was done watching the episode, I had tagged as this:

and I still kinda miss having a gif of it as my header. But seriously, especially considering that Colin has talked about how he loves this scene, because he was having fresh emotions from his own daughter’s birth as he was holding that baby, and you can just see how that bleeds into his acting of Hook as a father who’s immediately adoring his newborn daughter... I think it will legitimately stay with me forever.

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