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What about a platonic Doxuie ask? You work at his bookstore part time while doing college. Your a young magic user and he figures it out by accident. Once he realizes your struggling he takes you in as a free room mate where he reveals hes also a wizard and offers to teach you. Nari and Archie love you and you baiscally get adopted by the wizard fam.

c’mere it’s warm under my wing

a/n: heyyyyy sorry this sat unanswered for months the word platonic scared me. and sorry for bitching about speech class.

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the raindrops pelted your umbrella as you trudged against the wind to make it on time for work. you fought back a sniffle. constantly being out in the elements was taking its toll on you. not having a car sucked, but thankfully good ol’ arcadia oaks community college was something you considered a walkable distance from downtown, where the bookshop in which you worked part-time at was.

your tiny umbrella was doing a poor job, half your clothes were wet. you really need to order a new raincoat from an unethical consumption choice but cheap and fast online goods delivery service. maybe next paycheck.

ring! the bell chimed as you scuttled into the bookshop, closing your umbrella haphazardly. it may be time for a new umbrella too. damn, now you’ve gotten the floor wet. best avoid the shelves as much as you could to avoid damaging any books on your way to counter. you sneezed. if the bell didn’t tell everyone of your arrival, your stupid nose sure did. am i coming down with something? you thought.

“come in! come in!” your boss, douxie, yelled from somewhere in the back. soon a head of black hair all frizzled from the humidity popped into view.

“bleeding balroths, look at you, you’re soaking,” he disappeared back into the dark, only to reappear with a towel for you, “here you are, y/n,”

“thanks, bossman,” you gladly took the towel, shoving your face into it first, out of habit. the towel was so nice and fluffy and warm in comparison to your chilled wet skin.

after toweling yourself down in the restroom, you checked yourself in the mirror. you thought that you might look quite scruffy. your clothes and hair would still take some time to dry. you folded up the towel nicely to give back to douxie, even though you knew he would just toss it onto a pile on his floor anyway.

“aw man, looks like i’ll be stuck in these damp clothes for a while. guess i’m a duck now.”

“no worries, lucky ducky. at least they’ll dry off soon in this warm shop. back in my day, there were two kinds of clothes: wet and damp,”

you giggled, as you did whenever he went on like this. ‘his day’ was maybe six years ago, you thought.

“no offense but wales sounds awful.”

“oh, it is,” he said as he unceremoniously tossed the towel into aforementioned floor pile, “i miss it every day.”

the bell chime alerted y’all to the presence of another customer. you rushed back into the shop portion of the building to greet her. she was looking for a cookbook for some fad diet. you helped her and she was on her way in no time.

“y/n, c’mere. i need you to stock this box,” you heard douxie call after you.

the box was way too heavy for you. so, you secretly used a little magic to loft it afloat while making it look like you were carrying it. cakewalk. this magic stuff was really coming in handy. you should study more.

like that fire spell you kept messing up last night, you need to study that again. maybe you’ll get the hang of it with a fresh slate tonight.

after you research and write that damn speech for speech class. ugh. speech class sucks ass. if it wasn’t a required course you wouldn’t be caught dead in it. it’s not like you didn’t already have to go through this miserable class in highschool. hell, every required course is just something you already had to do in highschool. but speech class was a special kinda hell. you’re either good at public speaking or you aren’t. no amount of being forced to deliver speeches is gonna change that.

but that damn fire spell. you were gonna get that thing right if it kills you. wait, on second thought, that was a pretty dangerous thing to say. you’ll get it right even if you burned down the building but everyone makes it out alive. there.

there had to be something you were fumbling and that’s why it wasn’t working for you. it certainly wasn’t from a lack of wanting. you were always looking to set a fire. perhaps it was the spell’s words you were messing up. you began to mutter those words over and over under your breath as you unloaded the last of the books. the action must have kicked up some warehouse dust, because you got that telltale tickle all up in your snoot and started pulling some funny bout-to-sneeze faces.

ACHOO! CRACKLE!

ah fuck. the box was on fire. uhhh. what have you done. oh no. f/c flames licked up at your hair. in a panic, you dropped the box. mistake. it seemed your panic was only making the blaze grow bigger. you were in a fucking tinder box of a store. the fire hazards had fire hazards. a whole ass fire hazard family reunion is happening up in this bitch. you have to stop this NOW.

you moved the box as far away from any shelves as you could manage, burning your hands in the process. the blaze stayed contained in the cardboard box by some miracle. that box should’ve been ash by now too.

douxie ran over with a fire extinguisher. your hero! he sprayed down the box, extinguishing the flames. he stepped back to admire his firefighting skills. he gave you a quick pat on the back as he went to return the extinguisher. you turned to watch him go. you let out the breath you were holding, closing your eyes to try and focus on calming down.

WOOSH. your eyes snapped back open.

whipping around, you stared into the newly re-emerged phoenix that was the box fire. f/c light cast over your face in a dance. how the fuck am i gonna explain this, you thought. didn’t matter right now you just had to get it put out.

“DOUXIE, UH, ITS STILL ON FIRE.”

“MORDRAX’S MIRACLES,” he came rushing back into view.

looking the box fire up and down, douxie got a better look at it than he had before. it was not fire colored at all. and tenacious? and kinda dizzying if you looked at it for long enough. smelled like fire spell, too. there was that. and douxie was quite familiar with how magic fire smells.

“is this a magic fire?”

“I— uh”

“Y/N—“

“I DONT KNOW OKAY. I WAS JUST PRACTICING THE WORDS. AND. AND I SNEEZED. AND,” you panickedly gestured to the mess, “AND THIS HAPPENED?”

douxie did something with his hand that somehow smothered the flames. a few seconds passed and it didn’t come back this time. phew. you were gonna have to get him to teach you that. wait.

“WIZARD!” you pointed at him.

“wizard!” he chuckled as he pointed at you to return the gesture. you resembled the spider man meme.

“dude! you gotta teach me how you did that,” your eyes got a new highlight.

“and,” you started, thinking of all the spells gone wrong that have ended in fire over the years, “i uh- i can’t tell you how often i could use that,” you rubbed the back of your neck.

“hmmm,” douxie looked pensive. he took a quick glance at you, looking you up and down.

“i’ll do you one better!” he snapped, “i’ve been feeling like i was ready to start looking for an apprentice lately, and here you are. it’s serendipity.”

his proposition took you by surprise. and you felt good about it. he was a good boss, and he had already proven he valued his employees. or, well, you. his only employee.

“so,” he extended his hand towards you, “what do say?”

you took the hand, “i’d say you have an apprentice, bossman.”

•••

+ living with doux was like, wayyyy better than living in student housing. cant even compare. it may be small enough to feel like a dorm in the bookstore’s back room but it was a home

+ and honestly you’re incredibly thankful douxie took you in. there was no way you were gonna be able to afford to keep paying what the student housing options charge

+ douxie is like, uber protective of his new little apprentice. he tells himself he won’t make merlin’s mistakes

+ but really it’s no sweat. you’re so cute and excited at every new spell you learn it’s hard for him to not tell you how good of a job you’re doing and that he appreciates you

+ he likes to ruffle your hair a lot. goodbye whatever styling you had done to it

+ he doesn’t expect you to pay any bills?

+ “you’re my apprentice, y/n. it’s generally agreed upon that i pay to house and feed you in exchange for you working in my shop and learning my craft.”

“??? you pay me to work in the bookshop though???”

“that’s just your allowance.”

+ really tho who tf decided apprenticeships shouldn’t be a thing anymore i just want to talk

+ archie has adopted you as a new kitten. sometimes helps groom you when doux particularly messes up your hair with his ruffling. he grooms douxie too, it’s just a habit.

+ archie helps you with your magic homework, too. he is especially helpful with cryptozoology.

+ you learn lots of new spells every week, you live and work peacefully in the bookstore, life is good

+ at this point i the author would just drop out of college but to each his own. bookstore wizard’s apprentice is the best job title i don’t see how i could top that with a degree lmao

+ until the fire nation attacked. i mean, arcane order.

+ you meet nari in the castle while doux and merlin talk

+ fast friends. nari is a kindred spirit. you tried to stay with her when all the shit went down but doux called you so off you went toward the racket

+ before merlin got thanosed, he did let douxie know that he had done a good job teaching you. subtly of course, camelot forbid merlin show a genuine emotion around his son

+ still made douxie all 🥺🥺🥺 getting merlin’s approval

+ flying around in the magic boat is fun, albeit the being chased by evil gods thing is less fun.

+but hey, you’re with your beloved teacher and your best friends archie the cat-dragon and nari the plant-god, you’ve never felt better.

#stop oh my god this is adorable #🥺🥺#tales of arcadia #douxie x reader #reblog #fic reblog

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