#douxie x y/n

[semisutopia]

pairings: douxie x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he was a great muse.

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[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

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity

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 being plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Pairing: Douxie Casperan x f!Reader, Trollhunters & f!Reader (Platonic!)

Updates: Weekly!

Tags: mostly fluff, some angst, slow burn but not really, friends to lovers to strangers to lovers?(you’ll see)

Warnings: not really, daddy issues, canon violence, shitty summaries, no beta we die like men, writing improves as the series advances promise

Status: ongoing!

Taglist: opened!

Playlist

Masterlist

Part 1:

Trollhunters

Season 1:

Chapter one: Strings

Chapter two: Wherefore Art Thou, Trollhunter?

Chapter three: Win Lose or Draal

Chapter four: To Catch a Changeling

Chapter five: Bittersweet Sixteen

Chapter six: Young Atlas

Chapter seven: Forget Me Not

Chapter eight: Return of the Trollhunter

Chapter nine: Hazel Eyes

Chapter ten: Relics

Chapter eleven: Smother

Chapter twelve: A Night to Remember

Chapter thirteen: Something Rotten This Way Comes

Season 2:

Chapter fourteen: How To Steal A Bridge

Chapter fifteen: Homecoming

Chapter sixteen: Welcome Home

Extras: headcanons

Chapter seventeen: A Little Bit Of Heaven

Chapter eighteen: Dear Sister

Season 3:

Chapter nineteen: Night Shift

Chapter twenty: We Need To Talk About Mom’s Paintings

Chapter twenty one: Coming Back

Chapter twenty two: For The Glory Of Merlin

Chapter twenty three: How To Fix An Amulet

Chapter twenty four: Secrets Are No Fun

Chapter twenty five: As The World Caves In

Extras: Back To The Old House

Chapter twenty six: Becoming a Troll And Hunter

Chapter twenty seven: Eternal Night, Eternal Knights

Part 2:

Wizards

Chapter twenty eight: Childhood Home

Chapter twenty nine

~I don’t own any of this characters or trollhunters ~

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

[mydelusionalwriting]

Inhale

So here I am about to go to sleep...right?

When out of nowhere I started thinking of a Douxie x reader story where the Reader is actually Toby's sibling (or adopted)

the Reader and Douxie start hitting things off and spending more time together and acting different around one another then they do around any of the others

Toby begins to notice something is off with the way they are acting and begins to get a little peeved that his sibling hasn't been hanging out with him and talking to him as much and spends most of the time chatting and hanging out with Douxie instead.

And so Toby decides to spy on the two of them after they both left at suspiciously the same time and after he finally catches up to them he sees them holding hands and kissing.

Toby was lets say shocked at seeing his older sibling kissing and holding hands with Douxie. And in shock and surprise he calls everyone else up who are also just as shocked and surprised.

Later that day after his sibling came back he grabbed their arm and yanked them into his room"Soooo when did you and Douxie become a couple? " Toby asked staring at his sibling with narrowed eyes

Y/N turning red stared at him in shock their mouth hanging open before they shook themselves out of it "H-How did you?"

"How did I figure out you two were a couple?" Toby finished for Y/N "Well" bringing out his phone he showed Y/N the pictures he took of them and Douxie holding hands and kissing.

"......." Y/N stared downwards contemplating on what to say as they quietly said "we were going to tell you..but considering how rocky things have been we wanted to tell everyone when the time was right,"

Toby sighed before shaking his head "just...don't hide these sorts of things from me alright?"

Y/N chuckling nodded "alright deal" as they hug Toby suddenly remembered something.

"Also I'm not gonna be the one to tell Claire that you and Douxie are dating," Toby said narrowing his eyes at his older sibling knowing how Claire was when it came to his siblings love life even after they told Claire that they had never dated anybody before.

A/N: I wish there were more Reader! As Toby's sibling I think they would have an interesting dynamic especially when it comes to his siblings love life and how he feels about it

#douxie x reader #trollhunters #wizards tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia #x reader #douxie casperan x reader #hisirdoux casperan #toa hisirdoux #mydelusionalwriting

[mysteriesmuse]

Douxie Casperan x Reader Oneshot

Hello! Here's the second half!

Title: Just Like Any Other Day (Part 2)

"Hisirdoux!”

“Archie!”

“Oh, you’ve really done it now.”

“But,” Douxie elicited gesturing to the blue flames, “it’s a magic fire.”

“Yeah and in a book store. Why do you keep forgetting this?” Archie groaned a huff of smoke curling out of his purple dragon nostrils.

“Ugh, just give me a second,” Douxie seethed between gritted teeth.

The boys had certainly found more than they bargained for. Accidentally stumbling into a group of gnomes on the way back.

“I’ve always hated these things!” Archie yelled swooping around trying to herd the things.

“Aha!” Triumphantly Douxie held up his bracelet and captured the lot in one magic bubble. “And,” he held up a finger. “Now to send them to Jim because I’ve never liked these twits.”

“That and we have no idea what to do with these guys.” Arch groaned watching the gnomes brawl in the bubble. In his recently changed opinion the only tolerable gnome was Chompsky, and that was only slightly a stretch. The poor guy had some delusions of a wife with a Sally Rocket doll at the miniature doll residence in Tobys room.

“Yeah anyways,” Douxie whispered listening for any movement upstairs.

Archies ears flicked trying to pinpoint any noise. “Do you think we woke her?”

Archie shook his head, "That would be her now," he said flying up towards the balcony.

He perched himself on your shoulder as you came into the light. Trotting over you leaned against the railing rubbing your bleary eyes with the palm of your hand.

“It’s just a couple of gnomes. We were about to clean it up,” Archie answered in response to your squinting sleepy eyes. Nothing too disastrous or large.

Douxie watched flashing you a sheepish smile as he scratched the back of his neck. Pushing off with your forearms you made a clicking sound with your tongue and opening your arms like a cradle for Archie to slip into. The large wings and spiked tail cool to the touch in contrast to his furry body which you hugged to your chest. Waving a hand fickle-like at the mess below, “Just clean it up.”

Douxie let out a chuckle which got Archie to laugh. The rumbles flowing through your arms as he swished his tail against your thigh, content in your sleepy embrace.

"Of course,” he beamed finding the energy to send you a wink.

In your arms Archie stirred and glided back down to assist.

Walking down the stairs you watched as Douxie pulled his phone out of his pocket and began moving his thumbs rapidly typing.

Putting a hand into your bed head you attempted fixing the mess by flipping your hair back over to one side. The bluish glow of the capture sphere still fascinating to your eyes.

Shoving the phone back into his back pocket Douxie watched you scrutinizing the orb.

“Claire said to give her a minute and she’ll open a portal for us to send these over to Jim.” He replied walking over and gently pulled back your hand that was lightly poking the bubble by your wrist.

Your eyes flashed over to him with look that said ‘really?’

Douxie simply wagged a finger with a tsk noise in your direction to your wordless question.

“You don’t wanna do that.” 

“Agreed, probably not the best idea unless we want those gnomes escaping,” Archie groaned at the thought. He made a point of walking around the orb, “Although it is your magic, so technically she can’t undo it.”  

“See! It’s not even my magic,” you held out your hands gesturing to the orb and yourself, “I don’t even have magic!”  

Sighing at your sleepy, yet energetic antics Douxie grabs your hands. Grasping your soft hands in his he spoke gently, “I know you think it’s cool Y/N but you just can’t touch this.”   

He so desperately stared into your crestfallen eyes. The slight pout on your bottom lip as you blinked and nodded slowly. 

Smiling softly Douxie languidly pulls your hands up to meet his height. You take a sharp inhale through your nose in anticipation as warm breath begins fanning over your knuckles as he presses several soft kisses there.  

“Doux, I think we got just what you need.” 

Jim and Claire’s voice run through the room. The magic shadow portal opened in the middle of the book store. The purplish magic swirling like liquid in the air. 

“Thanks Claire. Right well,” Douxie began letting go of your hands and walking behind the orb. 

As he went to start moving the capture sphere you had quickly positioned yourself next to the shadow portal. You had heard that Claire’s portals were good for transportation, although you’d never experienced it yourself. 

You bit your lower lip as you smiled one hand hesitantly reaching out and running your fingertips through. It was cold and thick. Withdrawing your hand you pulled it back to your chest.    

“I’m so glad that they offered to take this for us,” Archie sighed in relief as he sat on Doux’s shoulder. 

“Me too,” conjuring his magic in his hand Douxie began to use it to push the orb into the portal Claire opened.  

“Y/N, don’t walk through on us,” Archie jokingly exclaimed as Douxie pushed the orb closer noticing your fixated gaze on the portal. 

“Oh I,” you sputtered taking a sidestep, “I wasn’t doing anything.” Quickly you hid your hands behind your back. 

“Come on darling,” Douxie flexed his free hand prompting you to give him yours.  

Doing so he guided yours to the portal letting them hover an inch away. “Can you keep it open a few more seconds Claire?” 

“Sure thing teach, do make it quick though!” 

You could hear James Lake Junior and Claire laughing briskly on the other side before it returned to indisiferable tones of conversation. 

Your eyes meet with Archie’s, then Douxie’s who each gave an encouraging nod and smile.  

Giddily, you bit your lower lip smiling as one hand hesitantly stretched; reaching out and running your fingertips through. It was cold and thick. 

“Pft,” Douxie could not hold it in. The surprise at the pudding like feel showed on your squished face. 

Archie also broke out laughing, “haha Hah!” He wheezed rolling over. As you cut your eyes to them both. 

“Why didn’t you tell me this is like-is like!” 

“Pudding?” Douxie offered clutching his side. 

“Yes, pudding,” you groaned pulling your hand out and instinctively wiping it. 

“Hey!” 

“There’s not even anything on it,” Archie called watched as Douxie groaned looking at his shirt.   

“That’s enough missy,” he teased. 

“Hm,” you paused, holding in a snicker as you splayed your hand across his chest and pretended to inspect your fingers, “I suppose so.”  

Douxie rolled his eyes.

“Well, I’m not waiting around,” Archie announced, “It’s been a rather long day.” 

You and Douxie both made a noise of agreement in response, him saying, “Not unlike any other.”

“I know, wish living with the two of you led to less adventure sometimes.” Archie yawned before the three of you sluggishly made it back up the stairs, where Douxie pulled you close and ruffled your hair. Not that you needed it. 

“Thank you, Love. I needed you today.” 

You smiled, toes curling and relishing the feeling of Douxie pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

Patting his chest you smiled, “Don’t worry I’ll need you tomorrow, remember? My bands got a gig down at . . . “ 

Douxie and you spoke openly in the quiet house. 

Archie with a frenzied interjection of “Where? That far?” In response to your gig location, “You two seriously! Why didn’t we just book a hotel? Is it seriously that far?”

The three of you spoke and joked like you’d known each other your whole lives, and in the dark apparent snickering and rubbing circles on you back Douxie certainly wished he had. 

———————-

A/N: Seriously, this has been in my notes almost finished forever! the endings kinda rushed, but i hope its still good? maybe? anyway just normal shenanigans and quiet hours with our favorite wizard boys.

#Toa #toa #archie #douxie #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #toa wizards #douxie casperan #Douxie x reader #hisirdoux x reader #douxie imagine

[charlemagne-the-devourer]

Slight problem

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

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

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

"Oh, fuzzbuckets."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

12th century Camelot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Am I in trouble?"

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

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

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

"Hisirdoux Casperan." The boy replied

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

#wizards x reader #douxie casperan #moppet douxie #douxie x reader #douxie #toa douxie #hisirdoux casperan #Archie #Camelot #douxie x y/n

[talesofarcadia78]

Hello! 😄 Can I request a Christmas fluff oneshot about Douxie getting caught under the mistletoe with shy!female!human! reader together at Arcane Books (bookstore)? Hint: This mistletoe idea was Archie and Nari's matchmaking plan!! I live for flustered Douxie! 💖 Please?? ~🌼

Caught Under the Mistletoe || One shot

Summary: While decorating your shared apartment, Nari gets up to some mischief.

Word count: 1,030

Warning: mention of death

A/n: Sorry for not writing for a few months, I had to study for exams and didn’t have motivation to write. But now I’m on holidays so I’ll try and write as much as I can!

Christmas.

What does Christmas look like to you? Well, it looks different for everyone. Some might celebrate with their family and friends in the comfort of their homes. Some might celebrate it working alongside their colleagues. Some might celebrate it alone. Or one might not celebrate Christmas at all.

You always spent Christmas in the confined space of your office in the Big Apple, too focused on getting your pay check to buy your daily needs. Your colleagues would always offer you to stay at their house for Christmas, but you always declined, not wanting to invade their lives.

But that changed after you met a certain punk wizard who wrecked havoc in your city with a group of trolls, aliens (well Akiridions), a couple of demi-gods, a witch and the Trollhunter. You helped Douxie save the world with the Guardians of Arcadia. During that time, you two got to know each other and became close friends. When Archie stayed behind in the Shanghai’s Trollmarket with his father, you comforted Douxie as he would never see him again. And he did the same when you found out that your mom had died due to the destruction caused in Shanghai by Bellroc’s titan.

After defeating the titans, Douxie offered you to stay with him and Nari, as you had voiced your problems about your life. You happily accepted his offer and were now living and working at his newly built bookstore.

+ + + + + +

You were at the general store, looking for Christmas lights to put up outside the store, as December had rolled in. After looking through all the lights there were, you decided on white icicle LED lights and continued browsing.

By the time you were back at the bookstore, the sun had disappeared from the horizon and snow had started to fall slowly from the clouds. You opened the door to the bookstore, earning the ring of the bell to show you had come back.

You carried everything upstairs and to your shared apartment, where you saw Douxie coming out of the bathroom with wet hair.

“Evenin’, Y/n.”

“Evening, Doux.”

“What do you have there?” he asked, pointing at the bag in your hand.

“Just some decorations to put around the bookstore and apartment. Y’know, for festive vibes,” you replied as you set the bag down on the kitchen counter.

He nodded and plopped himself on the couch next to Nari and switched on the TV. You raised an eyebrow at his actions.

“And who’s gonna make dinner? I made it yesterday,” you questioned.

“Just order takeaway,” Douxie answered.

You rolled your eyes as you dialled Tremiti’s Pizza and ordered.

+ + + + + +

Half an hour later, you, Douxie and Nari were sitting on the couch together with your pizzas (Nari had a salad) and watching a movie.

As the credits rolled in, you cleared up the coffee table and snatched the remote from Douxie hands.

“Hey! I was going to watch another movie!” Douxie complained.

“We have work tomorrow,” you stated.

“But it’s only nine! And we live just above our work place!” Douxie protested.

“Sorry, but we need to decorate before opening up, so we need to go to bed now to get up early,” you pulled Douxie up from his seat and pushed him towards his room.

You handed the remote to Nari, “You can watch whatever you want Nari. But don’t stay up too late.”

You wished the two ‘goodnight’ and walked to your room.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

+ + + + + +

The next morning, you and Douxie started to decorate your beloved store. Douxie was outside, hanging up the LED lights and you were placing mini Christmas trees inside.

Soon, you and Douxie were looking around the bookstore, admiring the decorations.

“Now we just need to decorate the apartment,” you smiled.

Douxie gave you a look of disbelief, “I am not decorating anything else! Do you know how much patience and effort it takes for that?”

“I am very well aware of that,” you nodded.

Douxie dreaded the whole day as he didn’t want to decorate again. On the other hand, you were excited and couldn’t wait to close up the store and decorate your home.

+ + + + + +

As soon as the last customer of the day walked out the door, you locked the door and flipped the open sign to closed.

You sprinted up the stairs and into your apartment. Soon, you were busy occupied by putting up the Christmas tree.

Douxie had entered the apartment just after you finished decorating the tree and was assigned to hang up a reef on top of each and every door.

Nari was quietly sitting on the couch, watching the pair decorate their home. She was getting bored until an idea popped into her head. With one flick of her hand, she made one of the reefs fall onto the ground.

You looked up from your recipe book to see what had fallen. You went and picked it up before calling Douxie over.

“Douxie!”

He strolled up to you, “Yeah?”

You showed him the reef, “Put them up properly so they stay. Not fall down the minute you walk away from it.”

“Yes ma’am,” Douxie saluted playfully, before hanging up back up.

Before you could go back to your book, Nari created a mistletoe above the two of you.

Your eyes widened and blush creeped up on your face as Douxie smirked down at you.

“Rules are rules, love,” Douxie told you.

“I… but— it…” you stammered, trying to get out of the situation.

Douxie cut your train of thought by wrapping an arm around your waist and brought you closer to him. You looked up at him to see him leaning in closer, his eyes fluttering shut. You stood on your toes and closed the gap. His lips were soft and gentle against yours as they moved in sync. Your arms snaked up behind his neck and you started to play with the ends of his raven hair.

Soon, air became a necessity and both of you pulled away.

“That was… uh…” you started.

“Perfect? Brilliant? Amazing?” Douxie listed.

“All of the above.”

#douxie #douxie casperan #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #toa hisirdoux #toa hisirdoux casperan #toa #tales of arcadia #toa douxie #tales of arcadia douxie #douxie x y/n #douxie imagine #douxie casperan x reader #douxie casperan x y/n #toa nari #toa x reader #douxie x reader

[daydream-believin]

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

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

magenta makeout

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“darling?”

you nodded to him.

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

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

“i— i love you.”

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

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

“i love you too.” you cut him off.

“hisirdoux casperan i love you too.”

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

“i do.” the grin on your face hurt.

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

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

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

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

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

#douxie x reader #douxie x y/n #hisirdoux casperan x reader #tales of arcadia x reader #douxie imagine #tales of arcadia imagine #Douxie Casperan x reader #douxie casperan imagine #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #tales of arcadia #my writing

[semisutopia]

pairing: douxie x fem!reader

warnings: kinda sorta smut? college parties, name calling (baby, darling, love), making out, straddling, pussy palming through panties, slight groping, saliva, hickeys.

"um guys we have a bit of a problem here"

you and douxie looked at each other from opposite ends of the closet.

"what is it?!", you had to yell over the loud music downstairs.

"yeah so the lock on the closet door broke…and the technician won't be here for another hour"

you rolled your eyes. of course this had to happen. of course you were in a closet with hisirdoux casperan. of course the 'innocent game' of seven minutes in heaven had to go wrong. but you couldn't do anything about it. of course not.

"okay that's fine, adam. go back down to the party", douxie spoke to the other side of the door. adam asked, "are you sure?" "yeah, adam. just go"

you accepted your fate. the fate that you would be stuck in a closet with douxie for a whole hour. adam's footsteps receded as you rested your head back against the wall. after a few minutes of (comfortable) silence, you heard a gasp of revelation. "what.", you asked in annoyance.

"portal us outta here"

"i'm sorry?". he straightened up and looked right at you. "c'mon portal us out of here. we don't have to stay here for a whole hour then"

damn. you did not think of that.

"no", you did not want to go home right now. "why not? do you wanna keep spending time with me, darling?" you scoffed and straightened up too.

"because i have too many things to do at home and i don't wanna do them right now.

..but i know something i can do" "that sounds promising". you gestured for him to come over to you, "'c'mere i'm doing your eyeliner".

"how did you bring eyeliner to a college party when you're wearing a flowy skirt? you have no pockets", he questioned. "you are correct, hisirdoux. and that's why i snuck it into your jacket pocket before we left the bookstore". he reached into the right pocket of his leather jacket and took out an eyeliner pen. "smart girl", he said and tossed the pen to you.

you caught it and gestured again, "come here now". he sat next to you and rested his head on top of yours. "now you're really fine with me doing your eyeliner?", you were a bit surprised he hasn't rejected your request.

"yep, i wanna see what you do with me". you could practically hear the smirk on his face.

you straddled him and his hands almost immediately went to your waist. "now close your eyes and don't flutter them", he did as told. you drew straight lines with eyeliner across his eyelids.

you finished prettying him up quicker than you thought. and just stared at him.

you don't know how long you stared but you couldn't stop looking at him…his lips. until his voice brought you back, and his hand. he raised your face up by your chin to look him in the eyes. don't forget this man is almost 6 feet.

"enjoying the view, love?"

you tried to say something, anything. but his hazel eyes were too fucking gorgeous. you could only hum. "mhm", but it came out more of a squeak. "i thought so. c'mere".

he attached his lips to your neck and started pressing wet, sloppy, and hot kisses up and down your neck. down to your collarbones.. and back up to your jawline.

he nipped at just the right places to make you squeeze his shirt every so gently. he left dark purple spots on your neck that let a moan out of you.

he trailed his lips up to the shell of your ear and started kissing. "that was a beautiful sound, darling". he licked and kissed the place behind your ear, going back up to the shell of your ear. "make it again for me, won't you?".

"fuck..-", he sucked the very section of your neck which made you squirm. "aa~".

he switched to the left side of your neck and did the same thing. you can normally come up with the perfect response but the way his lips were biting and licking your skin left you in a state of euphoria.

after a solid 10 minutes of teasing you and listening to your moans as if they were his favourite genre of music, you decided to switch things up.

his hands were still tracing up and down your waist, playing with the hem of your skirt. you took his hands and pinned them above his head, forcing his head (and his lips as a result) to be pulled back.

"you've been kissing everywhere but my lips, casperan," you leaned in close where your lips were ghosting his, "are you stalling for something?". you didn't give him time to react or reply and you immediately started kissing and sucking along his neck.

god you were driving him mad. he let out breathy moans and mumbled "fucks" whenever you sucked on his sweet spot, which happened a lot.

your lipstick was now smudged all over his neck and your mouth. "can i have my hand back now?". you leaned in close to his ear, kissing it once, then twice, then another time (all the while harmonic sighs coming from him).

"now why would i do that, pretty boy?", still whispering into his ear. he threw his head back. "so i can touch you the way i've been dying to for so damn long". now who wouldn't comply to that?

you let go of his hands and they went down to your waist, then your hips, then your thighs under your skirt. now it was your turn you lift his chin up. but this time, you kissed his lips.

it was nuclear. you straightened your back and he did the same. he pulled you impossibly closer to the point where you were probably seated on his cock.

"haa-". he slipped his tongue in your mouth and started sucking on your own. his hands were roaming up and down your thighs. "don't put your hand there". he removed his hand from your legs and you took his hand in yours again.

without saying a word, you placed his hand on your inner thigh. he hummed into your mouth and went back down to your collarbones and started sucking again.

oh no. right there. that was your spot.

"d-doux. that's-ffuck".

that was it for him. he threw his head back and closed his eyes in pure ecstasy. you were gonna ask why he stopped but you found something much better.

"ahh! m-mm fuck". he was rubbing your pussy with three of his fingers. his long, slender, guitarist fingers.

"you're driving me crazy, baby". he kept at it. "so fucking wet". he looked at you again and traced your lips with his thumb, opening your mouth a bit.

you kept kissing him. the moaning and humming didn't stop. soon you were sucking and licking at each other's necks again. both of your hands weren't getting off each other any time soon.

he kept palming your pussy like there was no tomorrow, your panties getting wetter and wetter by the minute. the moans coming out of your mouth and the way you moaned out his name made him moan straight into your mouth.

"mm~"

"aah a-ah fuck"

"doux fuck"

"darling~ fuck. f-fuck y/n"

"y-y/n you're driving me insane"

you both wanted so much more than this. just when you were going to unbuckle his belt, the worst thing happened.

"guys! the technician's here!", adam's voice came from the other side of the closet.

you both cussed at stupid adam and his stupid technician. he removed his hand from under your skirt and you straightened his jacket collar. you shuffled off him and you both stood up. he quickly grabbed your wrist and kissed your neck and whispered in your ear.

"we're not done here, y/n".

#douxie x reader #douxie x y/n #hisirdoux casperan x reader #tales of arcadia x reader #douxie imagine #tales of arcadia imagine #douxie casperan imagine #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #tales of arcadia #my writing #douxie kinda sorta smut #explore #fanfiction prompts

[troublesometrollhunters]

Hoping to add to the Halloween asks!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#trollhunters x reader #toa x reader #trollhunters #toa #wizards x reader #wizards #douxie #douxie casperan #toa douxie #hisirdoux casperan #wizards hisirdoux #hisirdoux x reader #douxie x reader #douxie x y/n #3below x reader #3below #toa douxie x reader #toa hisirdoux x reader #wizards douxie x reader #wizarda hisirdoux x reader #wizards halloween #halloween asks

[sunnyyyyyyyynnus]

"Will You Marry Me?"

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Pairing: Douxie x Fem!Reader

Warning: none i can i think of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"MERLIN!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty five: As The World Caves In (25/?)

(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: Merlin and the trollhunter team make Jim take a decision. Y/n and Douxie have their last night on earth.

Word count: 4150

Warnings: a lil of angst. +16 stuff, implied smut, nothing explicit

See episode ten of Trollhunters before reading for extra rage!

(Season 3 Episodes 9, 10)

Song?: As The World Caves In by Sarah Cothran

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“We’re home, mom! Y/n! Merlin?” Y/n heard the front door opening “Got the stuff you needed”

Her heart increased its already fast pace.

“He is going to kill me” she whispered as she looked up at the couple surviving pieces of Jim’s vespa laying on the garage’s table from her place on the floor.

“Ugh” Merlin rolled his eyes. The wizard was tired of the girl’s nervousness.

Y/n ignored him. She tried and tried to explain to him how important the vespa was but it didn’t seem to matter to him. It didn’t fit his logic, if it does fit what Merlin already believes, he won't try to do it any other way.

“What’s that smell?” Toby complained.

“Hell” Y/n screamed to the trollhunter team that were still at the door.

“We’re in the garage” Blinky announced.

Aaarrrgghh and Blinky were still impregnated by the horrid smell of the cave where Merlin sent them to look for something that he didn’t allow Y/n to see.

Jim followed the voice of the troll, opening the door followed by Toby and Claire carrying the trophies of their conquest.

“It appears your little excursion was just as fruitful as our own” Blinky pointed to the table.

“My vespa?” Jim screamed, only being able to focus on the remains of his bike.

“I’m so sorry, Jim” Y/n stood up.

“Aaah” he dropped to the floor in agony “what did you do?”

“I put it to much better use” Merlin nodded and Y/n pulled one of the covers “This one is for Tobias”

“What?! We got armors too?!” Toby screamed as the sheet fell to the ground revealing an orange suit of armor “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this! So cool! So cool!” He ran up to it to look it up closer. With one of his finger, he carefully caresed the metal “Look how shiny it is”

Y/n smiled, happy that her work with Jim’s bike had made him so happy. She took a step back and looked at her father before revealing the last one.

“And this one is for Lady Claire” Merlin said as the sheet fell revealing a purple set of armor.

“Oh. Wow” Claire breathed “Holy guacamole”

“Do you like it?” Y/n smiled “I used purple because is totally your color”

“Yes” the girl carefully touched the metal “You did this?”

“I like mine better” Toby stated.

“I’m glad. I did it thinking of you” Y/n chuckled, turning to Claire “Yeah. I’m going to have metal under my nails for a hundred years”

“Wow. Thanks. It’s amazing” Claire smiled.

Y/n blushed. She took a step back to observe the happiness her work has made.

“Good work” Merlin ruffled Y/n hair.

She smiled back to her father. Besides being forced to destroy her brother’s bike the afternoon was very tame, nice even. Merlin let her take the lead in the design and construction of the armors. Father and daughter working together side by side on the floor of the garage, recounting old memories in between the comfortable silence.

“That’s surprisingly nice of you, Merlin” Jim said.

“Quick query” Blinky wasn’t as trusty as his student “If we’ve been collecting items for a spell to thwart Gunmar, then why would they require armor?”

“A spell? You thought we would stop Gunmar and Angor Rot without going to war?” Merlin couldn't believe the ingenuity of the troll.

Y/n shifted in her place. They still haven’t recovered from the consequences from the last war but Merlin was right. There wasn’t any other way

“Do you have sand for brains?” The wizard started pacing.

“Wait, a war?” Jim asked.

“Once freed,” Merlin cracked his neck “Morgana will attempt to bring forth the Eternal Night”

“Free Morgana?” Y/n’s voice came out more hopeful than she wanted to.

“Sounds like you’re saying you’re not going to stop Gunmar from freeing that witch” Claire stopped playing with her new armor and turned to the wizard.

“Oh, did I not make myself clear? I’m not here to stop Gunmar” Merlin clenched his fists behind his back. Y/n frowned, she only saw him do this a couple of times: once when Douxie wouldn’t shut up about his staff after almost dying and a couple of times when discussing important matters with King Arthur “I’m here to kill Morgana”

Y/n felt her knees give out. She walked back until she found a solid surface, a wall to hold the weight of her soul. Maybe it was naive, childish even but all these years she hoped to bring back the Morgana she knew, that maybe, if they gave her enough time, Y/n could find a way to bring back the sister she once knew, but with this war, Merlin wouldn’t give her the time.

Her father’s possible words resonated in her mind “Grow up, Y/n! She’s a monster! She’s never going to change! We have to kill her, now!” She would cry and her father would mellow, he would understand the grief her daughter is going through and say “I’m sorry, Birdie but there is no other way”

“And maybe there’s no other way. Maybe I have to grow up. Maybe my sister has been dead this whole time” she thought.

“Jim. Jim. Jim!” Y/n was brought back by Claire’s screams.

“Want to weigh in here?” An irritated Toby asked the trollhunter “Merlin just dropped the bomb we have to let Morgana loose”

Y/n looked around, her father had walked to the other side of the room somehow. She walked by the entrance door where he was standing and sat down on the steps, her body still too shaky to stand.

“Wait, he destroyed my Vespa” Jim said.

Y/n chuckled, lowering her head, her shoes suddenly more calming. Looks like she wasn’t the only one at her limit.

“He what? See? Then you must listen to the voice of reason. Mine!” Blinky screamed.

“Gunmar has the staff of Avalon. Soon he will find a way to free her. This is when we will strike. Together, we’ll slay Morgana before the Eternal Night starts” Merlin explained.

“Woah woah woah” interrupted Toby “I’m sorry, you want Jim to go up against Gunmar and Angor Rot and Morgana?”

“Do you have any other idea?” Y/n asked, already disheartened by the circumstances.

“Now is the time to strike” Merlin didn’t let Toby answer “She’s been imprisoned for centuries and she will be at her weakest. This is our best chance”

“Wait” Claire stepped forward “If Jim defeats Morgana, you get your magic back”

Y/n lifted her head.

“That would be a pleasant bonus, yes” Merlin frowned.

“Oh, you only want your magic back!” Blinky said ironically “Aaarrrgghh, my friend, put your fist through the old man’s face”

“Well, that’s not fair” Y/n stood up, her face revealing the anger she felt at her friends.

“Mmm. Old man make sense. Stop witch forever” Aaarrrgghh shook his head.

“I’m with Blinky. Sounds like Merlin wants his magic back” Toby said.

“What if Merlin’s right? He’s been right about everything else” Claire frowned, scared of making the wrong choice.

“Thank you” Merlin bowed.

“Claire” Toby chuckled “Gunmar and Morgana wants to destroy the world” he turned to Merlin “We live in this world!”

“Yet, this world is protected by the trollhunter. What say he?” Merlin turned to Jim

“Uuh” Jim looked back at the expecting eyes “I need to think”

“Then, I await your decision” Merlin bowed.

“Jim” Y/n walked up to him with a soft smile in her face, she grabbed his hands “The decision you make is the one I’ll be happy to fight for”

Jim nodded, returning the smile with difficulty, the nervousness creeping into his spine.

Y/n turned back to leave.

“Whatever you choose, if we are to fight, we’ll need an army. Aaaarrrgghh and I will see what we can do. As to whom we are fighting. I’ll leave that to master Jim” Blinky said.

Merlin and Y/n shared a look and rolled their eyes.

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“She’s not receiving my texts” Y/n tipped with one hand and bitted her other index fingernail.

“Thanks. Call me if you do” Claire says to her phone “My mom hasn’t seen her either”

“She’s not at the hospital” added Toby.

Jim and Y/n looked at eachother, hoping that the other had news they hadn’t shared.

“Asking for mommy’s permission?” Merlin mocked from behind the fridge.

“Shut up” Y/n turned, pointing Merlin with her phone “I used to ask for permission to breathe. There’s no need to be an ass”

Merlin raised his eyebrows, a half smile in his face.

“You’re asking us to wage a war. It’s only fair to have everyone weigh in” Jim explained, calmer than Y/n.

“I’m feeling a bit peckish. Where do you keep your fresh haggis?” Merlin looked through the fridge.

“What sort of cannibal wizard hungers for boiled meat in a sheep’s stomach? Ugh” Toby turned to the door “I’ll see if anyone at the school has seen her”

“What kind of sixteen year old knows what a haggis is?” Y/n frowned.

Before Toby could open the door he was tackled by Nomura.

“Jeez, lady, don’t you knock?” He complained.

“Nomura!” Jim ran to aid his friend and the changeling.

“Blood! There’s blood on the rug and it’s purple!” Toby screamed.

“What happened?” Y/n walked up to the changeling.

“Usurna tried to capture me at the museum” Nomura stood up with difficulty “Gunmar needs a changeling to activate the staff of Avalon”

“So he found a way around my safeguard. He needs human hands who can speak in troll tongue. If they fail to take her, they’ll look for others” Merlin looked at Jim.

“Strickler” he said.

“Mom” Y/n said.

“Do you think she’s with him?” Claire asked.

Jim quickly pulled out his phone and called Strickler only to be sent to voicemail.

“We don’t know for sure she was with him” Toby tried to be positive.

“Don’t be naive” Y/n burst his bubble.

“Split up and search everywhere! Find my mother!” Desperation irradiated from Jim’s plea.

“It’s okay. We’ll find them, Jim” Claire smiled.

Y/n turned to Merlin her eyes full of tears:

“Please, let me go with them” she grabbed his arm.

“Of course, Birdie. What kind of man wouldn’t let her daughter look for her mother?” He smiled, wiping with his thumb the tear that had fallen.

“Thank you, father” she hugged him, her cheek hitting the cold metal of the armor.

“Go” he kissed her head.

Y/n ran to the center of Arcadia looking in every corner hoping to find her mother’s red hair but only finding empty spaces. She walked and walked, praying that she was wrong, that she didn’t send Claire and Toby to a dangerous fight. She imagined Strickler and her mother having a date in a remote corner of Arcadia and for the first time she didn’t want to pull her hair out.

“Meow”

Y/n feet stopped. She looked down, tears falling down from her face, she chuckled.

“Hi, Al”

“Meow” he repeated, rubbing himself between her legs.

Y/n kept looking at the cat with amusement. The way his skinny body moved in circles between her legs, his soft fur felt against his shaky body, how his tail, that seemed burnt at the tip, tickled when it disconnected from her body. Her brain was so filled with tragedy that looking at her cat felt like a religious experience.

“Y/n?” The familiar voice sounded so distant yet so close.

She looked up, finding in the distance the boy, the man which she was hoping to see all day. A smile formed in her face washing away all the tears that were burning her eyes.

“Doux?” she asked, well aware of the answer.

The blue haired guy shifted his broom from hand to hand and waved. His hand stopped in the middle of the air but quickly resumed the greeting.

Y/n laughed at the young wizard, her heart filling with the warmth she craved.

“Doux!” She screamed as she ran to the man’s arms.

“Y/n!” He screamed, dropping the broom to catch her before both of them could fall.

She snaked her legs around his waist, pulling her head away from his neck.

“Hi!” She said with a gigantic smile.

“Hello?” Douxie frowned, his cheeks flushed “are you okay?”

Y/n squinted.

“Were you crying?” Tried to get closer to her eyes.

The sudden happiness that had invaded her body disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Y/n dropped her legs, her eyes filling up once more.

“I’ve been an idiot” she looked deeply into his hazel eyes.

“I really don’t follow” he chuckled, disappointed at the loss of touch.

“Can we talk inside” she points to the library.

Douxie nodded.

Y/n looks at the sky and can’t help to, once again, pray for everyone’s safety.

Y/n followed Douxie to his apartment, to her favourite place in this town: the brown leather couch. She sat down, closing her eyes when her head hit the back. With her eyes closed, she wished she could be more selfish and leave this war to someone else, to go back to her house and say to everyone “hey! We don’t have to do this! Someone else can! Let’s hide at Doux until it’s over!” But she can’t. She couldn’t.

“Do you want something to drink?”

Y/n opened her eyes and found Douxie looking down at her.

“No. No” she grabbed his wrist “Come sit” she pushed him close to her.

“Love, what’s going on? Should I be worried?” Douxie lifted his arms as Y/n finded a comfortable position in his chest.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about everything but I can’t tell you exactly what’s going on” she crossed her arms behind his back “Don’t be mad”

Douxie sighed:

“I’m not mad” he lowered his arms, hugging her back “You said you wanted to talk?”

“I know” her voice trembled.

Douxie looked down at Y/n. Her eyes were lost in whatever was the whole issue at hand. He knew the situation well. Back in Camelot, when Merlin used to make her keep secrets, useless or not so useless secrets that would fill her up, to eat her up, she would shut down like this. Now, she was trying to compartmentalize the secret to tell Douxie what she could without getting into trouble with her father.

“They’re going to free Morgana” Y/n said, tears falling down unapologetically.

“Oh. How…”

“And they’re going to kill her” she sobbed, hiding her face into his chest “I know is the only way…”

“But you hoped it wasn’t” Douxie hugged her tighter.

“Why do we have to do this all over again?” She sat up “Maybe there is another way? I mean…there is a human trollhunter…” she stopped when she saw Douxie’s look.

“I’m sorry” he whispered.

“I know. She doomed and she did it to herself” she lowered her head in Douxie’s shoulder “Maybe in another life”

He hugged her closer trying to absorb the grief from the tragedy that has been following them since they were children. Y/n closed her eyes, melting in his touch.

“Doux” she whispered.

“Mmh?”

“The world may be ending in a couple of hours…” she looked up.

He looked down at her, his eyes full of curiosity.

She lifted her hands placing it in his cheek, the little stubble prickling her palm. He gave into the warmth of her movement.

“I don’t want it to end without being yours” she whispered, her face red as the roses Douxie had brought for her.

“We don’t have time to get married besides Master…” he rambled, too nervous to answer.

Y/n chuckled:

“No, dumbass” her hand falling to his chest as her face got redder by the second.

“Oh. Oh” he face relaxed and tensed back.

“Oh” Y/n mocked with a smile.

Douxie smiled at the girl's attempt to lighten up the mood. He grabbed her face and got closer to her:

“We don’t have to” he whispered.

“I want to” she grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed with the passion of a woman with no future.

Douxie quickly returned the kiss, his hungry hands wandering Y/n’s torso, finding the hem of the shirt and discarding it easily.

Y/n panted as she felt Douxie’s penetrating gaze on her. The flush traveled to her chest as his glossy eyes moved up and down.

“You’re even more beautiful than the first time I saw you” he said, his cheeks as crimson as hers.

“Thank you” Y/n smiled.

Douxie smiled back and kissed Y/n nose making her giggle.

“Should I?” Y/n gently pulled Douxie’s black shirt.

“Do you want to?” He raised his brow “Scandalous”

“Please, don’t tell the ladies of the court” Y/n laughed as she took out Douxie’s shirt.

Y/n was mesmerized. She probably had the same face he had seconds ago. She stretched her hand, with her fingers caressing his chests, his stomach. Obsessing how Douxie would twitch under her touch.

“Now I get all the teenagers” she pressed her palm on his chest “you’re hot”

“Now you get them?” Douxie pretended to be offended.

Y/n nodded with a big smile as she got closer to his neck, biting the place where his shoulder and neck met.

“Ah” he moaned, pulling Y/n away softly by the hair “What was that?”

“In case we survive. I don’t like sharing” she laughed.

“I don’t like sharing either” Douxie lifted Y/n from the couch and disappeared into the bedroom.

—

Y/n closed her eyes, Douxie’s limbs and hers tangled with each other, outside the birds sang and the wind ruffled the trees. For a moment, the world is not ending, nobody is dying, she’s not losing a part of herself. She wishes she could live in this moment but she knows that her wishes always fall on deaf ears, that the god that was assigned to her has left the building long ago. She was granted one wish, one good thing for eternity and she was sharing a bed with him.

She felt Douxie shift so she turned to face him.

“I can’t believe I slept with Douxie from Ash Dispersal Pattern” she joked.

Douxie laughed and lifted his head from the pillow. “Good for you love but you better leave before my girlfriend gets here” he said putting on a raspy voice.

“I’ll kill you” Y/n bitted Douxie’s bicep. “That’s an awful Ozzy by the way”

“I do what I can” he dropped back to the pillow, dragging himself to be closer to Y/n.

“What now?” She buried her hand in Douxie’s hair.

“We wait until you have to go or I’ll have to go to the battle of the bands” Douxie’s hand found a place in Y/n waist.

“No! The battle of the bands! I completely forgot” Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose “How do I still have a job is beyond me” Y/n sighed, her job was at the bottom of her list of priorities right now.

“Shh” Douxie pulled her closer “Let’s just lay here. Let’s wait for the end”

“Thank you” Y/n kissed Douxie's forehead.

“Why?” He whispered.

“For going along” Y/n closed her eyes.

“Til the end of eternity” Douxie kissed her cheek, closing his eyes.

Y/n laid there pretending to be in the woods of her childhood, back where her problems were less smothering, back when she could still dream to run away with the errand boy without hurting anybody. Now, she loved more people than the three she had back then. She couldn’t abandon the world without consequences. She had to fight and fighting was going to cost her ever more than last time.

Something turned in Y/n’s stomach.

“Did you feel that?” She sat up, starting to dress up.

“No, I was falling asleep” Douxie muttered.

Something had just happened that was going to change the balance in the world.

“I have to go” Y/n kissed Douxie.

“Should I go with you?” Douxie sat up once the urgency woke him up.

“No, be normal” she screamed from the living room as she looked for her bag.

Y/n moved her wrist making her staff appear in her hand. She took a deep breath and pointed the staff to the door, focussing to make a portal appear. Her staff shot a dark mass that quickly stabilized. Y/n sighed and crossed it, appearing in her house.

She wanted to shout, she hadn't used dark magic in years but the sense of darkness killed all her joy.

The house was a mess. Furniture thrown around everywhere, the tv was on on a random channel, all of the books where in the floor.

“Jim? Father?” Y/n screamed as she walked on top of a broken vase.

“Birdie! Have you found your mother?” Merlin walked out of the kitchen, unfazed by the mess.

“What happened?” Y/n clenched her staff.

“What had to happen” he walked forward with his hands behind his back “I talked to Jim”

“What did you tell him?” Y/n frowned, the feeling was growing stronger.

“I shared with him a vision I had while I rested” Merlin put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder “I saw a way to finally end this stalemate. To win this war, I must have a champion with a foot in both worlds”

“No” Y/n whispered, shaking her head. She looked up at her father with her eyes full of tear “You didn’t” she pushing his hand away.

“It’s his destiny” Merlin said like it would suffice.

“He is a child!” Y/n screamed “Sixteen. A baby”

“It’s the only way!”

“I don’t care!”

Y/n felt the atmosphere dropping, everything was heavy to be quickly lifted from her shoulders. She looked around, everything seemed similar except her father’s concerned face.

“You’re bleeding” he pointed to her face.

She lifted her hand to her nose and cleaned the blood from under it. She looked at it and looked back at her father.

“I don’t…” she couldn’t finish the phrase, a gigantic explosion in her mind interrupted her. She took her hands to her temples trying to quiet down the sound.

“The Eternal Night is here” Morgana’s voice proclaimed and everything was quiet once more.

Y/n looked up at her father, cleaning up the new blood coming out from her nose:

“She’s out”

Y/n heard the faucet turned on and ran up stairs ignoring the rest of blood in her hands and face.

“Jim” she screamed “Please! Let me find another way!” She screamed and kicked the door.

“Y/n Ambrosius do not interviene. It’s his choice” Merlin warned from the living room.

“Jim! Please!” She cried and knocked on the door until her knuckles bleeded.

Y/n sat by the door in silence as she heard the tub filled up. She screamed and kicked and knocked, he wasn’t coming out.

“I guess I’m staying until you come out” Y/n chuckled “He’s right. It’s your choice and I already told you the decision you make is the one I’ll be happy to fight for. I guess this still applies”

The faucet stopped.

Y/n stood up.

“I love you, Jim” She whispered to the door “I’ll see you on the other side”

Y/n walked down the stairs and sat on the floor looking at her father walking around the room.

“There really wasn’t any other way?” She asked one last time trying to kill her guilt. She already knew if it was in his father’s vision it was probably the only way.

“No” he shook his head.

She nodded. Lowering her head, waiting for Jim to come out. Y/n smiled when she noticed she had accidentally put on Douxie’s shirt.

“Jim” Toby screamed.

Y/n looked at the door. Claire and Toby had brought her mother and Stickler back in one piece.

“Where’s Jim?” Barbara screamed at the wizard that was playing with the tv.

“Finally becoming a true trollhunter” Merlin said.

“You never” Strickler stepped forward.

The house shook, making Barbara follow the sounds.

“Jim! “She screamed “are you in there?”

They screamed and kicked and knocked but Jim wouldn’t answer.

Y/n stood up and walked to her father, like a child who's afraid would do when she can’t tolerate the dark anymore. She pressed her forehead on his back, closing her eyes with force, trying to block out the screams and then the silence.

A/n: every time I see a cat is a religious experience.

I’m back with more!!! I think 4150 words is the longest I ever written in this series I honestly don’t know what happened but I’m happy with this chapter ☺️ sorry for the delay but THEY CUT MY POWER AGAIN FOR THREE DAYS dont get me started you’ll read my manifesto soon. Also my silly course is over friday 🙏🏻 if I pass it would mean extra credit so pray for me

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[nyxicnymph]

Pairing: Douxie x Reader

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

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I'll Be Here for You, No Matter What

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

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

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

"Hello there, love, waiting for someone?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What did you say?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Fin~

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[alovesongshewrote]

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

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

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

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

Here we are

Day 31

And day 12

And day 18

And days 27 and 28

…

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

SO

douxie's been hurt, tortured

or otherwise had the shit kicked out of him

sucks, but like

that's kinda par for the course at this point

So

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

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

and then you get him out of there

But alas

There are no local hospitals

Because i said so

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

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

There’ll be questions

And you don’t want questions

So you take him to the nearest safe location

A cabin in the mountains, maybe?

Yes

A cabin in the mountains

Which is

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

you're getting blood on your clothes

and on your skin

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

that everything is gonna be ok

but he isn't going to do that

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

who has been in

so many things, holy shit

Stan archie you cowards

anyway

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

he doesn't get a bed yet

beds are for people who don't need stitches

so, you're fucking panicking

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

you also try to fucking

clean out all of his wounds

by the end of it

you're covered in blood

the table is covered in blood

the floor is covered in blood

archie is covered in blood

the towels you were using are covered in blood

there's blood on the walls

there's

there's a lot of blood, ok?

your kitchen smells like blood and soap

But wait!

There’s more!

this is gonna fuck me up, but

douxie lost too much blood

transfusion time (:

So, uh

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

and then you almost kill yourself giving douxie your blood

yayyyyyy, romance

after that, you fuckin

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

and also

his clothes

you take the clothes off of douxie

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

eventually you do, and you just put them on him

make him pretty

Fix him up

and you get him into bed

and then you just

pet his hair

For a while

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

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

You get up and take a shower

Wash the blood of off you

Dry yourself off

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

Now that was pretty angsty

But uh

It was just the set up

You’re finishing cleaning off

And you’re finally calming down

And you think everything will be alright

When douxie starts coughing

He isn’t waking up

He’s just coughing

...

Up blood, he’s coughing up blood

so you go, no no no no no no no

and try to find a way to help him

fortunately, that issue is resolved on its own

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

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

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

Anyway

He keeps throwing up for a good few minutes

And you can’t do anything

But hold his hair back

And pray to whatever gods are out there

That he’ll be okay

he still doesn't wake up btw

he still doesn't wake up btw

he just

passes out right after that

it sucks

and it's scary

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

Or as okay with it as you can be

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

After that, you go back to watching him

he's fine for a few hours

until he starts physically fucking shivering

Even though he’s under several fuckin blankets

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

The universe had to make him sick, too

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

if he’s been poisoned

But it’s all very sus

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

And while he does that

you just

Try to find more blankets

you hold his hands

they're cold.

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

Like

Upsettingly cold

So you just

Do your best to take care of him

And eventually

he stops shivering

His hands warm up a little

And he stabilizes, more or less

and you're like

"great, everything's ok for now"

So you go

Take a minute to breathe

Make yourself some tea

And when you go back

You see douxie

Standing up

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

How did he get out of bed?

who fucking knows

you don't

but you put him back in there

and shut the windows, which he opened somehow

and you turn back to him

and you're like

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

But you shake that off

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

You sit down

and you go to sip your tea

and then douxie starts fucking screaming

You drop your tea

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

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

it

It sounds like he's in pain

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

but there's no blood

it's just a nightmare

and you know he just has to ride it out

but you

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

You

You just can’t do that

so you just

lie down next to him

while he writhes in pain that isn't even real

his sobs are loud

yours aren't

And you just lie there

you're afraid to touch him

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

and he screams

until the sun rises

and archie gets back

He quiets down right about then

ANYWAY

UH

ARCHIE ISN’T SURE WHAT HAPPENED TO DOUXIE

His captors didn’t really film anything

There aren’t too many records

But

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

So

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

And he’s ready to take off

But you have one more question for him

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

the answer is no

SO!

it must be a poison thing!

Yay?

That night, archie takes off to find a cure

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

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

It almost works until he throws it all up

There’s a bit of blood in there, too

For seasoning, ig

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

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

so, you do what you can to amend that

and you try to get this boy some water

so he can hydrate before he diedrates

but, ah

while you're in the kitchen, getting water

you hear him get up

and you're like

"OH FUCK, HE'S AWAKE"

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

But there’s no need

Douxie is right behind you.

his eyes are closed.

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

so uh

needless to say, you are a bit spooked

you drop the glass of water you were holding

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

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

and you do

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

and when you do

you step on glass.

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

Not In Your Hallway

you don't know how it got there

but you do know it hurts

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

rip douxie

so, uh

You go to join him

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

You rub his back for a minute

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

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

and also, once the glass is swept up

you get douxie back to bed

he actually rests this time

he almost looks peaceful

It brings you some, uh

Peace of mind

So

you go about your day more or less normally

just

tending to douxie as you need to

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

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

and he wakes up

and he looks

terrified

He

Ha

he yells at you

to stay away from him

that he knows you aren't real

that none of this is

And it breaks your heart

you just

you want to hold him

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

But

You can’t touch him

You don’t know what he’ll do

So

You try to talk him down

Just

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

And like

He doesn’t calm down all the way

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

So that’s good

you reach out

And

He lets you touch him

You put your hands on his shoulders

And you just

Hold him

And you feel him relax into your embrace

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

and you're sobbing, too

It’s okay

He’s safe now

You both are

You run your hands up into his hair

and you kiss him

everywhere you can reach

his jawline, his cheeks, his temples

which is a bit of a stretch because he is tall

his neck, and his shoulders

everywhere you can reach

and in between those kisses, you keep saying

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

and he just repeats

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

his voice is rough from disuse

you can feel the vibrations when you kiss him

and he's so warm

and his arms are around you

and everything is ok

annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd then he needs to sit down again

but it's ok

you sit beside him and just

rest your head on his shoulder

and he's running his fingers through your hair

and his eyes are closing

and you whisper

as to not ruin the gentle mood

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

and you're right

it's too early

he can't

but you're ok with that

so you just

lie down with him

and you both fall asleep

when you wake up

you wake up to see him staring at you

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

and then you realize

he isn't smiling

he's shaking.

he might or might not be having a seizure

And it might or might not be poison related

so you jump up, freak out

and try to deal with this

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

and you

you ask if he's ok

you ask what happened

And again

He can’t answer you

so you just

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

then you get up

go about your day

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

and you're thankful for it

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

they're happy to see each other, of course

Archie just sits in douxie’s lap and purrs

you let them have their space

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

But uh

one of your windows is broken.

Weird

There’s more glass on the floor

you're gonna have to start wearing shoes, lol

But anyway, you clean up the glass

Archie heads out, not without giving you a little headbutt

It’s cute

that night, you sleep by douxie's side again

when you wake up

he's staring at you

...

he is

his eyes are

so beautiful

but they're so empty

it's like he's seeing right through you

it breaks your heart

And then

They shut again

you kiss his forehead and get out of bed

you get yourself some water

You go back to douxie

and just

watch him sleep for a bit

that's when something shatters in the next room

You go to check it out

And

the mirror in your bathroom is broken.

that's

normal?

you trace the cracks with your finger

your reflection is distorted

and as you focus on your face

douxie's reflection appears beside yours

it spooks your for a second

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

You’re about to say his name, but

you don't even have time to turn around

He kisses your neck, gently

runs his hands up and down your arms

and thanks you for taking such good care of him

you laugh and you're like

"It's no problem."

and he fuckin

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

to which you can only respond

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

then you kiss him

The kiss starts out slow

but it gets more heated as you go

his hands are running through your hair

yours are on his chest

and then

something breaks in the kitchen

you run in and a bunch of cups are broken

you look for a culprit

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

it yeets away before you can do anything about it

So uh

you’re freaking out a little bit

but douxie calms you down

he just

rubs your arms

pulls you against him

kisses your head

and tells you that everything will be ok

that you're safe

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

He promises he'll help you clean it up tomorrow

but for tonight

he gets you back to bed

in the morning, he keeps his promise

you

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

but he did it!

And since he did that

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

yayyy groceries

anyway

You go home, and

and your house is a fucking mess

and you're like

"nani the fuck?"

you find douxie and archie just

in the middle of the living room

looking exhausted

and you're like

"guys, what the fuck???"

BASICALLY

THEIR STORY IS

they saw the rat

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

while trying to keep archie from munching on it

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

A bite mark from, quote

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

so you're like

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

and you go into your bathroom and

the mirror's gone

and douxie's like

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

and you're like

"awwwwww"

And then, because he kinda

Wrecked your cabin and feels bad about it

Douxie makes you dinner

and so!

he!

cooks for you!!

and you just

wrap your arms around his waist while he stirs things

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

What he’s making doesn’t matter

Though personally, i think it’s soup

But that doesn’t really matter, what matters is

HE KISSES U WHILE HE'S MAKIN IT :D

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

archie calls you into the living room

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

Who really just needed you to clean off his glasses

Which he could not do

Without thumbs

Rip archie

Anyway

After that you make your glorious return to the kitchen

You kiss your boyfriend many more times

and then dinner's ready

so y'all go to eat

and the soup!

is so good!

until there's glass in it.

you didn't notice until it was

y’know

in your mouth

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

Your mouth tasted like blood

and douxie

feels

so guilty

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

you try to assure him it's ok

but there is

blood and glass in ur mouth

oops

so douxie helps you up and takes you to the bathroom

he finds some tweezers and

because there's no mirror

he has to get the glass out for you

and he's so

gentle about it

The feeling of his hands on your jaw, it just

it makes you relax

Eventually you just flop onto him

He carries you to bed

kisses you

lets you rest

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

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

glass

instead he's just

watching you sleep

he has a book in his hands

A book that belongs to you

now

the thing about the book

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

the thing about the book

is that douxie wrote it

he started writing it in ye olde times

two? centuries after merlin hit the hay?

thing is, the book is old

Very old

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

I’ll just tell you

it's poetry

Poetry, song lyrics

Etc.

So

The other thing about this book is that uh

Douxie didn’t actually want you to have it

Not at first, at least

you had to gently bully him into letting you see it

and when you finally got to see it

you loved it

you would just

sit next to him and read his poetry for hours

eventually, douxie left the book with you

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

And all of the poems

Are just

So sweet

Or wildly creative

And they’re in his handwriting

and whenever he wasn't around you'd just

trace the pages with your fingers

resting them where his hands had been

you

you're very in love with him

And every time he visited you

he would write a new poem

And he did this until the book was full

and the very last poem in the book

was about you

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

it’s how he confessed his feelings

yeah, you kissed him pretty hard during his next visit

anyway

he's holding that book now

lying on the bed, facing you

And suddenly he says

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

So uh

That’s a bit of a

What do they call them?

Red flags, right?

Yeah

That’s a bit of a huge fucking red flag

because douxie

your douxie

the man you love

would never suggest that

so you get up and you're like

"hahaha, no"

You reach over for the book

and he pulls it out of your grasp

with a little fuckin smirk on his face.

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

“I don’t want to get rid of it.”

So, douxie

Still smirking

Lets you pull the book from his hand

The cover shifts.

And your heart shatters

And like

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

But mostly

You’re thinking about getting your book fixed

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

The cover of which

Is a little fucked up

And you

You’re almost in tears over it

You hug the book to your chest

And you feel douxie’s hands on your shoulders

As he hugs you to his chest

And he says

“Relax my darling, it’s just a book”

And uh

You more or less go

“Douxie would never????” internally

And

You realize

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

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

He works at a cafe ffs

And

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

You remember the bite on his right hand

The hand he tried to grab something with

Douxie is left handed.

And finally

You realize

As he hugs you to his chest

And wraps his arms around you

Your Hisirdoux Casperan smells like cloves.

Whoever this man is.

Whatever this man is.

He does not smell like cloves.

You drop the book.

And like

You’re freaking out on the inside

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

But you can't confront him now

You don’t know how dangerous this stranger is

So

You act your fucking ass off

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

So

You lie down next to him

And you plan to get up

You plan to get up and get a weapon

Or just to get out

But

You fall asleep

And when you wake up

It’s dark

It’s late

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

So, uh

He crab walks down the ceiling at you

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

So

You fucking run

You grab douxie’s book

And you run

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

So you fucking

Grab the cat and go

You get in your car and you hit the fuckin gas

And everything is fine!

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

And you turn to arch and you go

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

You’re fucking crying

You’re scared

And you’re upset

you're not having a good time

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

And that fucking cat

Turns to you and says

“I know.”

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

Shocked and horrified that he let you kiss this monster

That he let you share your bed with a stranger

And he didn’t fucking tell you what he knew

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

You see a Big.

Black.

Rat.

…

So

Uh

You’re a little shaken

But in your horror, you form a plan

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

the airbags deploy and you get time to escape

With, of course, the book

You sprint into the trees

Running as fast as you can with no direction

with no goal, no nothing other than to escape

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

You run

Deeper and deeper into the forest

Until you’re too exhausted to do anything but walk

And once your pace slows, you hear screams

And fuck

It sounds like him

And you want it to be him

So

Like a fool

You run towards the screams

And you see someone

You see him

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

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

And that’s a damn good thing

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

You run again

You run, and run, and run

and something keeps swooping at your head

And uh

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

So

You keep running

And you keep hearing screams

And eventually

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

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

His anguish

And you

You know, deep down

That whatever is doing this to you

Did this to him

And it killed him

And that

Breaks us

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

Because you loved archie, too

So

You just breakdown in the forest

Until the screaming stops

And when you look up

You see a building

Lit warmly from the inside

As you stand, the world seems to shift

You stumble towards the building

You open the door

And it reveals a hallway

You lean against the walls

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

And then

You come to the end

And it leads to a big cavernous room

Where douxie is chained against the wall

And archie is caged beside them

You make your way towards them

You’re limping and gasping, trying not to die

And then

Just as you reach your boys

Douxie looks at you

This smile is just a little too big for his face

The room dissolves

And you’re left alone in the woods again

It

That’s a lot to take in

So

You collapse to the ground

And the book happens to slip from your grasp

You hear someone behind you

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

You reach out for the book

You grab it

You open it

What’s in the book?

…

…

…

Nothing.

The book is empty.

you sit back up and flip violently through the pages

The book is fine, although it is empty

You hear the footsteps again and you turn around

And who else could it be?

It’s him.

He’s there.

Archie’s on his shoulder.

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

We don’t get an answer.

Douxie charges

He twists and falls to the ground and sprints at you

…

And you slap him in the face with the book.

It runs at you again and smack

Book

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

And like

It’s cute

Or sad, depending on who you ask

(i think it’s cute)

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

it's like he's fighting with you

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

Ok, yeah, the last one’s sad

But anyway, i digress

So

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

and eventually, archie knocks you down

And douxie

grabs you by the throat

He lifts you

(in the air, by your throat)

you drop the book

And it says

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

And it squeezes

it squeezes and squeezes

Until you hear

In his voice

"ENOUGH!"

Quickly followed by

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

you're dropped on the ground

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

when you get your vision back, the world is white

And it’s

Way too bright

you gasp for air and your body thrashes

you're restrained

and you're coughing

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

You see him

Your him

Douxie

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

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

And his time

you can tell it's him

because he has murder in his eyes

because you've been hurt

he's yours

and he loves you

…

He’s also been tortured

Just

Btw

Like, his chest is fucking marred

Covered with blood and bruises

He’s been burnt, stabbed, beaten

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

You want to run to him

You want to hold him

But you remember what happened last time

You would run to him

But uh

That whole mess has made you weary

Also, you’re restrained

And uh

There’s actually some glass in the way

You and douxie are on either sides of an interior window

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

And on both sides, there are several screens

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

On those screens, you can see yourself being strangled

And uh

It’s fucking you up a little

Anyway

You’re freed

Your body drops to the ground and you just

Can’t move

You’re so tired

You can hear douxie’s voice from the other room

"Let them go first."

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

But it’s met with

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

From another voice, presumably your captor

You hear your wizard’s voice again

“Fine. Come closer.”

You hear him whisper something, and then

Your captor laughs

And says

“Good… Kill them.”

You hear douxie scream in response

It’s an enraged, desperate sound

And

It sets you off

In your hands

You manifest something

It’s the mother fucking book

and

When you’re attacked

You kick some mother fucking ass

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

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

And then

You break the glass

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

Once the glass is suitably broken

You jump through the window

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

And then

He protects you

And archie

And then, you all break out

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

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

You move to put your hand on douxie’s

And

He flinches

So you stop

And he just

Apologizes

To which you respond

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

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

And he just

Repeats it

He repeats the words “I’m sorry”

Over and over and over

And you

Get out of the car

and gesture for him to do the same

And he does

The apologies are halted for the moment

So

You

Walk over to him

Your way lit by the car’s headlights

And

You stand

Facing him

And this motherfucker apologizes

Again

And that

Is when you reach out to touch him

And he lets you

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

You’re focused on that

And that’s when you hear him say

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

You say his name and it shuts him up

You place your hands on his jawline, gently

And you say

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

He smiles

And his smile is normal

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

And carefully, he pulls you closer to him

His lips brush past your cheek as he leans in

And he whispers

The poem he wrote about you

And you smile

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

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

And you kiss him

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

And he kisses you back

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

And for both of you to smile

Before he kisses you again

And then, you’re crying

He’s crying

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

Holding you

Archie curls around you both

You all hold each other until the tears stop

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

You let out a tearful laugh

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

He hums

And then you add

“We should also get you a shirt.”

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

And then

You go

The three of you run off into the night

You’re safe

They’re safe

And you’re okay

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

#whumptober #whumptober 2021 #douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie headcannons #hisirdoux x reader #douxie x y/n #hisirdoux x y/n

[houdinicorbini]

Movie date

Hisirdoux x Gn! Reader

Trigger warnings// fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had to admit, this was nice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well this has definitely been a very interesting night.

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