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Jealous Guy (Jealous!Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Summary: Another guy starts hanging around you at work and Eddie is concerned about it.

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You and Eddie have been together for a year and have known each other for two years since you moved to Hawkins. You met in high school, but you've already graduated and work at one of the few grocery stores in town, which Eddie is struggling to finish his senior year. Your relationship is still going very well, as it was at the beginning, but now the boy had reasons to be jealous. A nondescript Harry started hanging around your workplace, or more precisely you. A guy five years older with short blonde hair who wears leather almost 24/7. Of course, Eddie had never seen him. He heard that description from you because you told him about Harry, that he was nice and loved metal as much as Eddie. Then the boy thought to himself "it's cool, I won't forbid my partner from talking to customers in the store. Until he met one of your shift colleagues while picking you up from shift." Be careful, young, a certain guy comes up too often during your girlfriend's shifts. " He heard from a middle-aged woman in a work T-shirt, blond, medium curly hair, currently smoking a cigarette during her five-minute break, which usually lasted forever. And that's when fear and jealousy appeared in the boy. If he says she's a woman who ignores everything that's going on around her (including angry customers), so there must be something to it. A week has passed since the previous information and Eddie couldn't be bothered about it. He really hated being jealous of you and didn't want to be with you to argue about this guy. Eddie knew you loved him, but what if you realized he wasn't a good match for you after all and started dating Harry. After all, you were young, you had just finished school, many dreams were still ahead of you. And he? He couldn't even pass school, twice. So, not wanting to start a misunderstanding, he decided to drive over to your workplace after school, when you still had a few hours before your shift started, to meet the employee he talked to last week.

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Boy got deya vu. Just like that time, a bored blonde was standing in front of the store door, smoking her cigarette. "Hey, can we talk? I have a case." said Eddie, who was glared at by the woman in response. After a second, however, she returned to her previous activity. “It's about the guy who hangs around y/n.”

This time, without even looking at the metalworker, the employee extended her hand towards him, gesturing for him to give her the cash.

"I have 5 dollars on me," he took out a bill, which she took literally in less than a second and put it in her cleavage.

"He often comes for a Marlboro and they reheat the pizza, it's usually when your partner is there. They always talks eachother" She said, taking another puff of the cigarette

"I know that he's coming. Do you know what they're talking about?" The blonde once again made the payment gesture. The boy took out cash and gave the woman "I have $3 more."

"He hangs around and that I've heard him compliment twice, but y/n seems unfazed by it. You don't have to worry about it."

On the one hand, the metalhead breathed a sigh of relief after this statement because he knew that his partner was not going to leave him for someone else, but on the other hand, he lost $8 irretrievably because of this information. However, he didn't feel confident about the fact that his lover was surrounded by a other guy. For peace of mind, he decided to talk to you about it without any secondary conclusions."

"Thanks so much for the information."

"No problem. Now get out of here or you're disrupting my shift, shaggy."

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A day has passed since the conversation with your supervisor. Eddie was sitting on the bed in his room planning the next d&d campaign for next Friday since we had nothing to do until you got back from your noon shift. Just then, the boy heard the front door open and Uncle Wayne's voice announcing that "Eddie's in his room." The bedroom door opened, but the metal man didn't bother to look who came in because he knew full well it was you.

“Hi Eds,” you said, giving the boy a kiss on his full head of hair. After a while, you placed a few patches on the bed your boyfriend occupied, and the boy immediately looked at them out of curiosity.

"Thank you babe." He said, reaching for the first one on the bank, caressing it between his fingers. "Oh cool, Black Sabbath. Where are you from?"

"I got it from Harry, he said he didn't need it."

After that sentence, a confused Eddie fell silent and threw away the patch. The feeling of jealousy came to the fore again. He had to be sure now.

"Hey, what's going on?" You said, looking worriedly at your boyfriend as you sat on the edge of his bed.

"Honey, will you be honest with me?"

"Always with you, Eds."

"Do…do you like Harry?" In response, he heard quite loud laughter, but not loud enough to wake up the neighbors around him. "Babe, I'm serious!"

You decided to keep a straight face and answer him with complete honesty "Eds, honey, for me he's just a friend with whom I talk when he comes over. In fact, he tries to flirt with me, but to no avail. Anyway, first of all, I told him that I have a boyfriend, and secondly, Harry isn't even my type, he looks like the lead singer of Judas Priest-"

"Good, now I have no chance at all with him!!!" The metal man shouted, cutting you off by dramatically slamming his weight onto the bed.

Watching with amusement, you decided to continue your statement, moving closer to Eddie, "Eds, I prefer guys with Van Halen looks…"

"There's still some Eddie Van Ha-" hanging around! He continued to dramatize until he felt a tap on his shoulder, "Ouh, baby, for what?"

"You're the guy with the Van Halen look, idiot!"

After Eddie analyzed the statement for a moment, the only thing he managed to choke out was a sound of understanding.

"Besides, even if Van Halen came in here, I wouldn't leave you for him, stupid," you said, giggling slightly, then brought your hands closer to Eddie's face and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and hugged him. "I think you and Harry should get to know each other."

"You know, honey, this is actually a good idea." He replied, hugging you closer to him. “It's time to explain that you don't flirt with other people-ouh,” he stopped after you smacked him lightly on the forehead a second time, this time.

"No fighting in the store, Eds!"

"I know, I know," Eddie said, laughing, "Just kidding, sweetheart."

deya/callista x human! s/o headcanons !!

request: headcanons for Deya/Callista with a human s/o please??? - anon

never in all the years that she lived

did she ever think 

she’d find a human like you

there was just something different about you

something that set you apart from the others

and frankly? it terrified her at first

she wasn’t supposed to sympathize with humans!

so she started becoming a little more hostile to you 

maybe you were trying to emotionally manipulate her

you probably needed something from her

she didn’t think that you actually liked her for who she was

but you did and you didn’t let her distrust discourage you

in fact it gave you more of an incentive in trying to win her affections

gradually she warmed up to you

and one day began asking you about human things

you of course gladly obliged in giving her answers

turns out her personal favorite thing to find out about humans is the concept of holidays!!

she loved the idea of being with the ones you love and celebrating joyous occasions

just having people around who would tolerate her was something she craved ever since she was a child

you know, having no family and all

so it’s no surprise she didn’t believe you when you invited her to spend the winter holidays with you

“why me? you could spend it with your family or something,”

“but i want to spend it with you,”

she grudgingly accepted your invitation

later on she realized that doing that was probably the best decision she’s ever made

you taught her so many things, like how to decorate a christmas tree, sing carols, and even cook human food (though she personally still preferred socks over mashed potatoes)

throughout everything she felt so honored

just to be included 

she felt like she was wanted by someone

so as the snow began to melt and spring took over, she literally clung onto you

we’re talking lots of hand holding and hugging

cuddle sessions!! and head pats

just anything to keep you close

but she also tried to act aloof 

it’s kind of funny

“sweetheart you need to let go of me!”

“uh huh sure. come on it’s been a whole day since i got to hold you,”

“yeah if there were 30 minutes in a day...”

neither of you exactly confirmed if what was happening between you both was considered a relationship

all you knew was that the feelings were definitely mutual and you didn’t want to change it one bit

also did i ever tell you that she loved making you smile??

she learned from jim that people love flowers

however she wasn’t going to bring you flowers like humans do

nah that’s boring

“can i open my eyes now?”

“not yet! we’re almost there,”

“come onnnn,”

a few more miles and then

“okay we’re here”

dropping your hands you took in the sight in front of you

wow

words couldn’t describe exactly what you felt

instead of bringing you flowers, she brought you with her to a secret flower field in the forest

it was absolutely ethereal

the flowers here weren’t like the ones back in camelot

they were so much more vibrant and beautiful

“like what you see?”

“oh deya, i love it!”

the trollhunter was never one to cry but looking at your smile she really wanted to

you meant so much to her and she could only hope she was able to express that

in fact, a part of her wanted to stay with you here forever

of course that wasn’t possible, she still had a duty to uphold with her people and you were already aware of that

so instead you both decided to make the place your safe haven to go to whenever you both were free

and let me tell you, the best experiences were always at night, when the fireflies lit up the field and the flowers glowed

it just made the two of you feel safe and loved there

little did the both of you know that the story of your love would be passed down to future generations for the next 900 years

the tale of two lovers and their secret flower field.

If you’re still open for writing ideas, how about an s/o and how they react to Dictatious getting a black eye? It’s nice to see you active again 🥰

(Dictatious is about to get another black eye for scaring the shit out of you)

Callista was a troubled troll. One you had no problem with but many others seemed too. You knew the fate of her tribe having friends there and could sympathize with her situation. Ripped from her home, imprisoned in a foriegn land, and given a name she never wanted by people who didn't want her. It was hard on her. It was hard because others made it hard.

You had warned your husband not to go near her when she slept, even if it was to check if she was alive. But did he listen? No. No he did not and now here you we're treating his wounds and fuming.

"She really didn't mean too." Dictatious states noticing your angry state. Humming grumpily as you go to put ointment on his eyes he grabs your hands holding them tightly and you huff staring at him.

"I'm not mad at Callista." You state pulling away your hands to continue to fix his eyes. They had swollen and he was basically blind on his left side now. By Merlins beard he could be an idiot

"What?" He questions confused. "Then why are you so mad?" He demands.

"BECAUSE I TOLD YOU NOT TO CHECK ON HER!" Calista was strong there was no doubt in your mind she was fine. But Dictatious would never leave anything to chance. A strange troll looming over her after a traumatic attack? You would've punched him too. You wanted to punch him now.

"Love I'm sorry." You hum in response treating his wounds and ignoring him. He whines until you pay attention to him. "Forgive meeeeeee." He begs pulling at your hands and you sigh.

Putting the medical stuff down you hug him close slowly headbomping him. "I'm still mad at you." You huff but he doesn't respond as he cuddles into your lap taking in your affection and warmth.

"Leech." You tease and he hums snuggling even closer to you. Dragging your fingers through his hair you sigh giving in. Putting your head on top of his you hold him closer making him purr contently.

For being the smartest troll around he was an idiot. But he was your idiot...

Darling Kouhai - Dabi x F!Reader

A/N: I like my Dabi with a side of DC, so please don’t read if you’re bothered by these things. Anyways! As always, real fun writing for this maniac, but this one has been through hell and back😫😤😩 Thank you for letting me join in this amazing collab, Deya 💛 There’s a lot of content in this Masterlist! Check out the talent below!!

Special UBER DUPER LOVE AND THANKS to @nishinoyawn​ for helping me in my hour of madness. I wish I can send you a chocolate of your choice, or money, or whatever, or a car, just whatever you want I am now in your pocket😌🥺💛

Event: “Breeder” Collab [MDNI] [Masterlist is no longer available, but there is a tag! - “💙 ; blu’s breeder collab”]

Presented By: @/blxemafia [User has deactivated]

🐄💞Tags: @sleepyrintaro​

Rating: M/18+

“You were his little underclassman for years, and he’s gotten in your way too many times. But college is different. You’ve both changed. Kinda. You don’t seem to see anything different, but he’s noticed that you’ve changed a lot...”

Warnings: Dark!Fic, Smut, Size!Kink, College AU, Dabi is reader’s Senpai! So Senpai!Kink, Noncon/Dubcon/Rape, Cheating, Degradation, Dabi is Toya, ToxicBully!Dabi, Dacryphilia, Breeding!Kink, Masturbation, Spit!Kink, Slight Voyeurism and Exhibitionism

Words: 1.9K

You were always suspicious of Toya; always treading on egg shells, as if one day his hand might suddenly emerge among them from the ground, and snatch you by the ankles. He's the scumbag that used to yank on your pigtails on the way to school. The scumbag that used to randomly corner you to a wall with a grasp on your neck. The scumbag that got in your way whenever you needed the bathroom...

Your boyfriend didn't notice; too chummy with Toya to even consider there was anything wrong between the two of you. How could he? He'd been close to Toya since they were toddlers, and always saw the good in everyone; blind to the misdemeanors as just his sense of humour, or just his rebellious phase still recurring.

And it seemed that his girlfriend was too naive - conveniently just like you - to ever think badly of Toya, despite his renown reputation. You overheard her saying that he had been very good to her; treated her right. Always listened to her when he needed to. Bought her flowers when she wasn't expecting anything. The perfect relationship.

So, when he was assigned to be your personal tutor - for a project that was a large percentage of your final grade - you thought that working with him would be okay. That there wouldn't be any ear flicks, nor any forceful shoulder bumps, nor any snide remarks about how your shirt or face looked that day. Just a college student helping another on an assignment. And you were somewhat relieved by the thought of having something to focus on between the two of you, rather than give Toya the freedom of what that was. The both of you didn't need to do any socializing, and you knew it was possible to limit interactions to just texts, calls, and school breaks.

However, when it came to simply schedule time at the library for research, Toya had specified that he's busy except for one afternoon in the week.

It happened to be after school, where you knew that the library was the quietest.

You took immediate precautions, to all of which he smirked mockingly, yet complied.

"You're as studious as ever."

You jump in your seat, head rising from scribbles of Biro in your notebook. "H-hey, c-can you keep it down, please?"

"What?" He squints, chewing on his gum loudly, the chair scraping with a screech as he sits next to you. "It's just us here."

"And the librarian." You add, as if it was a threat.

"Oh, my darling kouhai, your voice is trembling..." He comments, opening his phone, sticking his gum underneath the table. The nickname makes you flinch a little, makes acidity boil in your stomach and wretch. But you couldn't show your weakness again, not when he says under his breath; "Like the librarian can do anything..."

You watch him; he switches tabs to your Instagram. He leans back at the sight of your pictures from Spring Break, pulling down the waistband of his bottoms for his semi-hardened dick to slap onto his abdomen. The shaft was coated with something slippery, a saccharine scent coming off his shaft as he slowly jerks himself stiff - pretending his girlfriend's juices were yours instead.

"T-Toya-" You frantically glance around for any witnesses, chair shuffling away as you feel sweat form on the back of your neck. "What- Why-"

He continues to ignore you, other hand is occupied with his phone, thumb sliding through images of your bikini barely hiding the curves that had formed on your waist and thighs. Two pieces of triangles being held by string as they just about kept your tits from springing and displaying themselves. Lip gloss pout causing him to fuck his fist with a harder grip, and a low groan to catch in his throat.

"Toya!" You muster enough courage to whisper it out. "Stop it, please!-"

"Can't - still pent up. She got off - I didn't..." The pace of his hand increases, half-lidded aqua eyes growing more mesmerized. "Shit... Such a slut in that tiny thing - hah - why don't you dress like that when we're alone?"

"W-why would I-I w-wanna' to do that?" Your brow quivers as you attempt to frown. "Sh-shouldn't you b-be asking your girlfriend instead?"

"Hm - she's not you, sweetheart."

You should have listened to your instincts; doubting your intuition was the worst habit that you had formed since high school. But you know it didn't come from nowhere.

You blame him for it all.

You shouldn't have given the benefit of the doubt either; as if Toya wouldn't try anything to harass you, or make you feel uncomfortable when it was just the two of you - alone. Even when you tried to distract yourself, you felt the need to cross your legs as you hear his gruff panting, clothes shifting as he works himself over you.

Your voice is small; a reflection of your disinterest and defeat. He turns to you, phone away. He lifts a hand to your cheek, stroking it. The gentlest token you've ever received, and it makes you feel guilty for being swooned.

"What do you want, Toya?"

You were too scared to physically stop him, knowing he could overpower you if given the chance. All that was left was disappointment - not only for the bastard sitting next to you - but mostly on yourself. Your mind fills with recollections of all the times before this instance - before entering the library, before your hesitant morning text to cancel, before accepting him to be your tutor - idiotically thinking that you had both grown into better people, that Toya had become a better man...

"Call me Senpai like you used to."

But he's not; a hollowness settles in your soul as you lower yourself onto your knees. His hand on the back of your head guides your mouth onto his erection; forcing your throat to swallow his shaft, snug in the heat of your mouth. You choke from the sheer size of him, finding yourself almost laughing through the tears stuck through the lump in your throat. How could your body not be used to him by now?...

Instead, it knew how to react. Can feel your clit swell by the mere scent of him; pussy aching and dripping through your panties as you bring your knees closer together. The slight friction makes you hum against him-

"Fuck..." His groans are soft; signs that he was getting riled up more than usual. "Say it."

With big, doe eyes he couldn't blink away from, your tongue swirls on his round tip, wiping the pre-cum clean off of him. "Th-thenpai-mmf!-"

With every thrust of his hips, Toya was pleading for your sweet boyfriend to arrive. To see his face drop into betrayal at the sight of Toya, dick plunging into your luscious throat. To see his words falter at the sight of his own girlfriend slobbering and sucking with no protest. Getting off on the idea that his goody-two-shoes girlfriend can be reduced to nothing more than his personal cocksleeve-

To see how much of a cock-hungry whore you really are.

With your wet and supple lips tending to his heavy balls, he growls, yanking you from beneath him. You wince, a hand being pressed on your spine as you brace yourself for the wooden table in front of you. Your breaths are becoming shallower. There's a chill as he lifts up your skirt; your slick soiling through the fabric shielding your cunt from him. It gets even colder as he takes them off, stretching the fabric from how hard he tugs.

"T-Toya-s-senpai-! Please-nngh!-" As your arms try to get you up, he grabs you by the wrists, locking them onto your lower back. It's impossible to keep your voice down. "S-senpai! N-not here-!"

He spits in his hand, lubing himself with it before massaging some over your pussy, legs twitching as his dexterous hands slightly dip into your hole, or graze your flesh pearl. "I'm gonna' be too distracted to help you on your project - you don't wanna' fail, do you?"

You shake your head. "B-but- someone might-"

"Thought you might like the idea of gettin' caught?" You can't see him, but you know he's grinning darkly as he chuckles. "Fuck, doll, you're soaked down here - you're thinkin' about it, aren't you?"

Your teeth bite on your lower lip to silence your moans, Toya giving you no warning as his fingers immerse themselves inside of you, and your gummy sweet spot exploited. "Damn... Your boyfriend tells me your pussy's always tight when he fucks you - is that right?..."

You could only nod meekly due to his hold on you, hips writhing to a stop as you feel his fingers slip away. You're not left alone for long as you feel the scorching heat of his thick length sliding in between the drenched pleats of your cunt, every ridge and vein making you sensitive and squeak. "Toya-senpai..."

He gets weak with your pleas. "Y'know it drives me crazy when you say it like that..."

He snatches your throat, back arching as you gasp - a scream almost jumping out of your lungs as he fills you with his cock with one swift thrust. Your own hips going with his momentum, rocking the table and its legs scratching against the floor. You feel his hot breath in your ear, his low sighs turning into grunts as he picks a fast pace. His skin slapping yours repeatedly and harshly that you could feel your skin ripple, and when your eyes cinch shut, you could imagine the view.

You're struggling to keep your cries hushed, sniffling and breath hitching as your abdomen coils every time he nudges you forward; his blunt head kissing that ring, mind getting dizzy and fixating on his rhythm. You could taste salt on your tongue, your face now drying up from your whimpers and replaced with fresh trails wetting your cheeks. Your wails for your "Senpai" only intoxicating him, eager to feel your walls clamp.

"Senpai! T-Toya- Please-"

"Senpai! Please! God, is that all you fuckin' say?-" His hands grasp onto your hips, his lips cursing and filling your head with depravity that makes your body melt further. Your pussy and your spongy walls firmly hug him, as if you were trying to keep him inside. "Mmf-fuuck… M' gonna' make this mine again - gonna' fill you up-"

"S-sen- hah!" It's like you awoke from his words. "Wait!-"

"You'll love bein' my cumslut - send you back to your dumb boyfriend with your cunt full-"

"T-Toya-!"

"Can't believe how dumb you are either- fuck, hah, fuuuck- Gonna' ruin this pussy. Ya' think I was over with you? You make it so fun to scare you, doll. Your Senpai can never be bored of his dirty lil' kouhai. Not when you're like this - not when you bend over for your Senpai so nicely like this... Shit, I'm so close. Gonna' make you mine all over again- Just need a couple more- Just need you to cum on Senpai's cock, fuck- that's it- fuck... Milk my cock... Breed your pussy for me..."

ok but what if... a spin off of your douxie x reader where we get the details on how douxie proposed 👀

Ask and ye shall receive! This takes place a year after my At the End of the Century fic, I’m considering call this series just Married!Douxie since any fics I do with this universe they will be married. I didn’t imagine them living in the castle anymore without Merlin, and I just wanted some cottagecore lmao. And yes, reader invents cat trees 😂. Hope you guys enjoy!

Tags: @clarencebells @purplesinnerw

“Archie, could you come over here?” 

The familiar pokes his head up from his proclaimed resting spot, a basket generally used for berry-picking, and lets out a big yawn. 

“I’m afraid I can’t, you’ve sucked all the energy out from me already,” he mumbles, plopping his head back down. Archie and the young witch had spent the morning organizing their belongings into their new home. As a show of gratitude and solidarity for the small family, the trolls of Dwoza had been building them a little cottage in the forest for the past year, between walking distance of their land and Camelot. They graciously accepted the gift.

“Please, just for a minute! Then you can continue your lounging,” Y/N pleaded from her and Douxie’s bedroom. Archie makes a low groan and rolls out of his makeshift bed, slowly making his way over to her.

“I swear if you ask me to fly over to a shelf you can’t reach one more time, I will-” His sentence stops short once he enters the room, eyes wide. Unbeknownst to him, while he was taking his little cat nap, the girl had been spending her time crafting up a tower for him, with all sorts of levels for him to climb, at the top of it being a cozy bed for him, made out of fabric she’d stolen from the castle. Old habits die hard. However, it was worth it for Y/N to see the look on her friend’s face. 

“Is..is this for me?” Archie climbs up to the first level. 

“Well I don’t see any other cat familiars lying around,” she replies with a smirk. 

“Always so cheeky,” he says with a chuckle. His nose slightly wiggled, detecting a fishy odor coming from the top. 

“Oh, you didn’t.”

“Oh, I so did.”

He swiftly leaps to the highest level, eyes gleaming with delight as his suspicions to what was there were confirmed. Y/N, being the angel in his eyes that she is, had prepared roasted salmon for him. How she somehow was able to hide all of this from him, he’ll never know. 

“Do-do you like it?” Y/N asked sheepishly.

Suddenly, there’s weight on her chest, as Archie had flown over to her, trapping her into a bear hug that she quickly reciprocated. 

“I don’t understand, why did you do all of this for me?”

She laid her hand onto his head, gently stroking, “I don’t need a reason, Arch. You’re my friend, we've been through a lot. You deserve this.”

If it was in Archie’s nature, there would have been tears falling from his eyes. However, what felt right for him was to embrace her for a little bit longer, ending the hug with a simple, “Thank you, Y/N.”

Their bonding moment was cut short by the sudden loud bang of the front door opening, a disheveled and filthy Douxie stumbling in. His man bun had completely become undone, leaving his hair a tangled mess on top of his head. His clothes were covered in soot and his shoes were mysteriously soggy, leaving footprints on the floor. He leans into the door, slamming it shut behind him. 

The two rush over to him. “Oh, fuzzbuckets. What on Earth happened to you?”

“Stealing my catchphrases now, love? I knew I’d eventually rub off on you,”

An annoyed groan escapes Y/N’s lips as she walks over to assist Douxie in standing. “I thought you said you were helping Deya with a simple errand. You look like you volunteered to be her personal target dummy.”

“Knowing Douxie, that probably isn’t far off from the truth,” Archie smirks, giving Douxie an all-knowing look.

“So she didn’t give all of the details of her request, she’s a busy woman. She has a legacy of Trollhunters to begin, can’t expect her to be so thorough.” Douxie chuckles nervously, a laugh that tells Archie all he needs to know but seemingly raises no concern for Y/N. 

“All right. Arch, go enjoy your dinner. I’ll take care of him,” Y/N says, leading Douxie towards the bath further down the hall.

Once she has filled the bath up sufficiently, she sticks a hand into the water, muttering under her breath a spell. Her hand glows a vibrant scarlet shade, and soon the water begins to bubble up with steam rising into the air. Douxie, with clothes discarded onto the floor, leans onto Y/N for support as he slowly descends into the bath. He relaxes his muscles, the warm water helping ease all the aches he has in his limbs. 

“Have I ever said that I love magic? Because I do, I really do,” his girlfriend giggles at his comment as she softly brushes out his mangled locks. Afterwards, she pours some of the water onto his hair, washing away the sweat and grime. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“With you, never better.”

“No, I mean, with everything. I know it’s been a year since the battle, but we haven’t really talked much about what happened. How it’s been for you without...Merlin.” Y/N had been hesitant with bringing up his master, not wanting to cause him any stress or discomfort. Still, she figured it was better than the alternative of Douxie bottling up his feelings.

He adjusts himself so that he’s facing Y/N, looking up to make eye contact with her. Despite himself, he can’t help but get entranced by her eyes, so vibrant and full of genuine love and concern for him. He reaches over and brushes away hair, cupping her face. How he became so lucky to have someone as kind, beautiful, and thoughtful as her be in his life, let alone be with him, he’ll never understand. He doesn’t know what living would be like if she wasn’t a constant presence and he doesn’t want to know. 

So, he lets out something he’s truly been bottling up. 

“Marry me.”

Y/N can’t fully process what he’d just said to her. Her brain hasn’t caught up with her heart, which fluttered the moment those two little words left his mouth. 

“What?”

Douxie lets go of her face to grab onto her hands, pulling them close to him. 

“I wanted to pick a better time to bare my heart out to you, one where I’m not bare...myself,” that earns a little chuckle from Y/N, “But, I just can’t wait any longer.”

He instructs her to grab his tunic still lying on the floor and to check the inner pocket. Once she reaches her hand inside, she feels a small band of metal, pulling it out to see. It’s revealed to be a golden ring, with intricate carvings all along the band, and secured on top was a small emerald gem, so polished that light reflects beautifully off of it. The sight of it alone is enough to make Y/N’s eyes start to water. 

“You made this?”

Douxie gives a little nod, “Hence my very repugnant appearance earlier. I did go to see Deya, but it was to ask her for a favor, not the other way around. I knew they would have just the metal and stone I needed for the ring, however had they warned me that retrieving said materials would be so difficult, maybe I would’ve looked elsewhere,” he explains with a smile. “Go ahead, try it on.”

Y/N slides the ring down her finger, a perfect fit. She looks up at him, eyes brimming with tears.

“Why?”

The answer is simple for him, “Because I love you. It has been hard without Merlin. He was always who I looked to for guidance, afraid of any misstep I would possibly make without his advice, but with you, I’m not afraid. You’re so encouraging and loving that I believe I can trust myself and make my own decisions and they won’t lead to chaos somehow. I look forward to each day because I know you’ll be there. I can’t imagine life without you in it, and I never want to. I realize asking to be with me for the rest of your immortal life is a lot, but-”

“Yes,” she answers, finally letting the tears fall. The biggest smile she thinks she’s ever had spreads across her face. 

Douxie lets out a mixture of a laugh and a gasp of surprise. “Really? Hold on, I don’t want this moment to be me in a bucket the whole time,” he jumps out of the bath, quickly drying himself and tugging on a clean pair of pants. His hair is still wet, leaving droplets of water on his shoulders. Then, he walks in front of Y/N, picking up her hands again to bring them to be his chest. “You’re sure about this?”

Y/N waves her thumbs over his fingers, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness, “All I’ve ever wanted was a family. People and a place I can consider home. I thought I had found that with Morgana, but I was wrong. Who I really found it with was you. You and Archie are my family. I love Archie dearly, and I’m so in love with you. An eternity with you still doesn’t feel long enough.” 

Now it’s Douxie who’s crying tears of joy. This has to be one of the greatest moments of his life. He gets to be with the love of his life forever and always. He picks her up effortlessly, spinning her around while the two joyously laugh and squeal. Still in the air, Y/N grabs onto his face to pull him in, capturing his lips in a kiss. Douxie sighs into it, not able to properly kiss due to him not being able to stop smiling. They come apart, still holding onto each other and giggling like teenagers.

“Ah, so he finally did it. He’s been worrying about it ever since we moved here,” Archie says, doing his well known habit of waltzing in unannounced.

Douxie lets her down, facepalming at his familiar’s interruption. “That was supposed to be kept a secret, Arch.”

“Apologies. But really Doux? In the bath? Even I could’ve thought of something more grand than that.”

“Why you little-”

“How was your dinner, Archie?” Y/N says before Douxie can have a go at him. 

“Absolutely delightful, you truly are amazing Y/N.”

Y/N thanks him. As Douxie and Archie continue their snarky banter with one another, she can’t help but feel so content in the moment. She realizes that that loneliness she used to feel before will never come again thanks to these two. She may have had to defeat Morgana in the end, but she will be eternally grateful for the gift of love she granted her.

Shut Up And Kiss Me [8/?] | Tom Hiddleston x reader

 Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Style: part 8 of ??

WC: 1.5k (i know it’s short but, yeah well)

Warnings: pining, idk bad writing, unedited

Summary: You and Professor Hiddleston have been colleagues for many years now, and through those years the hatred for each other has only grown. Now, as a new school year starts, you’re being told that you have to share a classroom or a class. Neither are happy about the outcome, but knowing you’ll never come to an agreement, you let the class choose for you. Team-teaching is rare in 2019, but it is a lot harder to do when you can’t stand the person you’re doing it with. 

A/N: this is kind of short, but it suddenly got like midnight here, and I’m stupid and I also had little motivation and it isn’t the best part but I hope it satisfies and promise to deliver smth better next week -_- hope you enjoy ^_^

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“Hey, good job, take five, okay?” 

Tom nods and moves to get a water bottle. Y/N does the same, almost emptying hers in a matter of seconds. He shakes his head and goes back to drinking from his own bottle. 

The drama teacher (who is less annoyed now that she was appointed director of the play) has them work together every day. It’s been a little over a week since the play was announced and the drama teacher, set on having this be the best production set up by the faculty, is working them to the brim. He has less time to grade papers, come up with new and exciting tasks for his students, and actually work on what he’s supposed to. 

The only upside to the play? He gets to spend time with Y/N. Weirdly enough, that has become an upside. He doesn’t know when the change came, or how exactly it happened, but it did and he isn’t complaining. 

Tom sets down his water bottle as the drama teacher comes up to him. She has this smile on her face Tom doesn’t enjoy, but he returns her smile with a polite one. 

“Hi, Tom,” she says, her voice overly sweet, “you’re doing a great job. Mind making Y/N do the same? She doesn’t seem to be too into this.”

He glances over at Y/N, who stand with the script in hand, reading through the scene they’re working on. Not every line sits, but most of Tom’s does. Y/N hasn’t had the easiest route there. “I think she’s doing the best she can,” he replies, “don’t worry, the play will come out great.”

The drama teacher doesn’t seem happy with his answer, but she doesn’t comment on it and goes back to her seat. In a rather annoyed tone, she yells “okay, let’s take it from the top of the scene. Again.”

 ---

He leans down, eyes locked with Y/N’s. His heart beats faster, and faster. Heat traces his back. They’re so close, he can feel her closeness. And then―

“Cut!” 

Y/N scrambles out of his grip, a polite smile plastered on her face but a thankful glimt in her eyes. Tom returns it, though his heart sinks to the bottom of his gut. It’s not that he’s so eager to kiss her, it’s more that he doesn’t understand what’s so bad about kissing him. 

They probably weren’t going to actually kiss until the play was acted. There was no way that would happen. 

 ---

She moves across the stage in hurried steps. Anger seeps out of her eyes, smoke out of her ears and fire out of her nostrils. “You… Asshole.” 

Tom moves back. “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry?” she asks, voice incredulous. “That’s all you have to say in your defense. A tiny little sorry.” 

He stays quiet. The silence stretches out. 

“Incredible.” She shakes her head, walks past him and sighs. With a last look behind her at him, she walks off the stage. 

 ---

The sound of keyboards being used, of voices whispering to each other and of continuous sighs fills the open room of the lecture hall. Tom watches as the students type away, notes how some make grimaces as the write, some mouth the words, and some uses a notebook to help them. 

To his right stands Y/N, eyes traveling over the students looking for the same as him; a hand risen, needing help. He doesn’t find anyone, and neither does his coworker. “I think they got the hang of it,” he tells her. 

She nods. “Yeah, I’m just scared of what they’re writing. Kind of sick of all those couple stories of us.” 

Tom presses his lips together and nods in agreement. “Those aren’t very appropriate, are they?” he asks. 

Y/N shakes her head. “Not really.” She shrugs. “I don’t know, Tom. This play is draining my energy.”

“Yes, mine, too.” He sighs. “It’s taking time away from what I would like to do, which is my work.”

Y/N nods. “Exactly.”

 ---

Usually, Tom goes straight from his office and to the classroom, but today he needs a big cup of coffee, and with some extra minutes to spare, he makes his way to the teacher’s lounge. 

The room is empty save for one woman standing by the coffee machine. He recognizes the back of her head, and isn’t surprised when Y/N turns around and sits down in the first chair she finds. 

Tom goes to the coffee machine and pours himself a cup. He relishes in the fresh smell; knowing it’s fresh and newly made makes it even better. With the cup firmly placed in his hands, heating them up a little, he sits down across from Y/N who looks half-asleep with her cup lifted up to her face. 

Neither of them say anything. Neither of them have to, as the silence is more than enough. 

It takes a few minutes before Y/N puts down her mug. She frowns at Tom, her brows drawn together and a squinting look on her face. She tilts her head, presses her lips together and leans forward. “I think I’m wrong, but there’s something on your mug.”

Tom frowns, removing the mug from his face and giving it a check. “I can’t see something.”

“Oh, it’s gone now.” She shrugs. 

He takes a sip, and sees a smile form on Y/N’s face. “It’s back now.”

Tom rolls his eyes. “Ha, ha, very funny,” he replies. 

She nods. “Yeah, I know. Too tired to really make an effort, I guess.” 

“I suppose that isn’t so weird.” 

 ---

It’s the end of the week. Finally, Friday, and all Tom can think about is getting a break. Said break will mostly include grading papers and working, but a break nonetheless. 

However, before he gets there, he has two hours confined to the space that is the university's auditorium. They’ve been practicing for two weeks, and they have two more, but the drama teacher insists to go on stage and have the spotlight directed at the two of them. 

Y/N stands centerstage, squinting out to the audience with a scrunched up nose and downturned mouth. A picture of the feeling Tom has in his gut. There are some people in the audience (Benedict said ‘wouldn’t miss it for the world’ and dragged Eddie with him, and if Tom isn’t wrong, sent a text to your friend about the little ‘show’ as he’d put it), and despite the bright light in his eyes, he can see their outlines. Benedict, Eddie and Y/BFF/N all sit in the front row with excited grins on their faces. 

“Which scene are we taking?” asks Y/N, holding her arm up over her eyes to not go blind. 

A small chant of ‘kiss scene’ sounds from the first row and Tom suppresses a smile when Y/N directs a glare in a certain trio’s direction. 

“I thought we could do the kiss scene, and maybe you actually kiss today,” replies the drama teacher, “you need to do it once before the actual show. The more, the better.” A whistle and a yell of ‘woohoo’ follows. 

Tom shakes his head, but nods. “From the top, or?” 

“Do the scene before and then the kiss scene, and we’ll take it from there.” 

Tom nods again and retreats behind the curtain. He watches in his peripheral vision as Y/N does the same, only to drag a chair out on stage and sit down. Script in hand and eyes closed, she leans back. The light from the spotlight cascades over her, showing off her features and a thought runs at the back of Tom’s mind. A thought he chooses to ignore. 

“Action,” says a disinterested voice from the audience. 

Tom’s eyes follows as Y/N stretches in the chair. She fakes a yawn and presses her lips together. The silence stretches on as Y/N moves about on stage. To not wanting to do this in the first place, and not thinking herself a good actor, she knows how to captivate the stage without saying a single thing. 

His heart beats faster, knowing what’s about to happen. There aren’t many characters in the play, as it focuses mainly on the two leads, but there are a few scenes with one of the leads and someone of a lesser role. 

A doorbell noise rings across the speakers. Y/N moves about to the edge of the stage, and walks back with professor Bettany. There aren’t any lines in the scene, only silence and the act of things. The way Bettany moves his mouth, a whisper across the stage, and the reaction on Y/N’s face. If Tom isn’t wrong, an actual tear rolls down your cheek. 

There’s a gasp from the audience, and Tom diverts his view to see Y/N’s best friend leaning forward to watch with intense interest. And the lights go. 

Tom walks to his position on the stage. He can see Y/N take her place at the other end. And despite the little want in his beating heart and his clammy hands, the kiss scene doesn’t end in a kiss. 

Both to his, the trio in the front row and the director’s dismay. Exactly what Y/N thinks, Tom isn’t sure because all he ever sees is your relieved face when your lips don’t touch, making him ache in every way.

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Where It All Began (College AU): Apartment Hunting

Title: Where It All Began (College AU): Apartment Hunting

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,294

Drabble Request :can you do a whole scene of them discussing moving in together and then apartment hunting???

Warnings: Reader’s Rude Roommate Krissy, Fluff

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A/N: Drabble time. Enjoy this my lovelies! We’re getting closer and closer until those final (thousands) of words are released. ONE MORE PART! For now, enjoy a little throwback to the college days. You don’t have to read anything past the first part to understand this part! Feedback is always appreciated! I will literally check out and follow anyone who gives me feedback! :)

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“Hey Y/N,” Dean smiled as he walked into your dorm room. You were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling when you stopped to look over at him. He had a wide grin spread across his cheeks. You couldn’t contain your own. He kicked off his shoes and joined you on the bed, laying next to you.

 “What’s up?” you asked him, moving your head to lean against his strong muscular shoulder.

 “Ugh, why are you here? It’s friday night, shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, partying?” your roommate, Krissy Chambers rudely stated, rolling her eyes. She hated Dean for absolutely no reason.

 “Let’s get out of here. I’m pretty sure the coffee cart by the library is still open,” he muttered in your ear. You nodded your head. You and Dean quickly put your shoes on, wanting to put as much space between you and Krissy and possible.

 Dean linked his arm with yours, which clearly indicated that he and Lisa were on yet another break. You didn’t care nonetheless. Dean was your best friend, that’s all he would ever be.

 He lead the two of you over to the coffee cart by the library. The sun was just setting, and they were about to close up for the night. Dean paid for your coffee and muffin along with his own. He was acting a little weird, somehow nervous. You knew he didn’t have any tough games coming up, and he didn’t have any tests to study for. Maybe he wanted to talk about Lisa, or his mom? Either way, you were going to listen to every word that was going to come out of his mouth

 The two of you stood on the sidewalk when he stopped. He turned to face you, his expression worried you, but you figured you’d let him open up instead of pushing him to talk.

 “I have to ask you something but before I do, you have to promise me that you’ll be honest. Not that you’re never honest with me. This is just something serious and I don’t want you to feel obligated to-”

 “Dean,” you interrupted. “Breathe. You were rambling. Just tell me what’s on your mind.”

 “Okay, umm- I know you already have a place to live on campus. But then again, your roommate is a raging bitch who hates my guts more than you did freshman year,” he paused. “My rent is almost up in the apartment I’m living in, and I don’t want to renew it because I’m paying fifteen hundred a month so I thought, since you and I spend the majority of our time together that it wouldn’t be a bad idea if we looked at apartments together.”

 “Is this your way of asking me to move in with you? I mean you haven’t even asked me on a date yet and you want to take that step,” you joked. He let out a laugh, all the tension leaving his body. “I would love to share an apartment with you Dean. It would save us a lot of trouble. Not to mention I would get to see how cute your bedhead is in the morning.”

 “Seriously? You want to?”

 “Of course, Dean.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean this is a big decision and-” Dean started, but there was no way you were letting him finish his sentence.

 “Dean, we spend three quarters of our day together everyday. I’m always in your apartment or you’re in my dorm room and my roommate yells at us for being too loud. You already said that you’re paying too much for yours. Besides, I think it would be fun to live together,” you beamed. Dean shook his head, a smile playing at his lips.

 “You’re right,” he sighed, pretending to be annoyed. He knew all of your points were valid. He made the same ones when he asked you if you wanted to last week.

 He walked ahead of you, heading into the third apartment building of the day. You had checked out two previously. They were nice, but too far away from campus and way too expensive, even with both of you splitting the costs. This one was just off campus. You could still see the college from the window in the stairway. You hoped that this one would be the place for the two of you. You were looking at a small, two bedroom, one bathroom. This one was a lot cheaper than the other two.

 You jumped on Dean’s back, earning a groan from his lips. His hands instinctively held your legs in place as he walked with ease. You smiled as he carried you all the way down to the apartment door where the landlord was meeting you.

 A shorter lady was waiting by the door with a clipboard in her hand. She was wearing a dress shirt and skirt to match. She definitely worked in some high end office. She had very light makeup on. Her lips a nice shade of pink. She was a lot politer than you expected her to be.

 She opened the door, allowing the two of you to enter before her. “This is the only apartment we have available. It’s a two bedroom, one bathroom. All appliances are included, furniture is not. It’s great for college students like yourselves. The rent is nine hundred and seventy five each month, that includes utilities. Tv and internet are up to you. Since you are students, we charge you less. It’s part of the policy I run here. I know how expensive that school is. I’m a graduate myself. Feel free to take a look around. I’ll be in the kitchen. Take your time,” she smiled. You and Dean both thanked her before turning and heading down the small hall to the bedrooms.

 “This isn’t so bad. Better than the other places we’ve looked,” you mentioned as you opened the door to the first bedroom. You were impressed with how big they were. For almost a thousand a month, it was a great size.

 “I like how close it is to the school. I can walk to football practice without worrying about being late. It’s a good size, price is good,” he said, peeking into the bathroom. “I think this is the one.”

 “I have to say I agree, Winchester,” you chuckled. “You sure you want to live with me?”

 “I’m sure,” he laughed. “But know you just agreed to spending even more time with me than ever right?”

 “I know. It’s a good thing I’m fond of you.”

 “So, what do you think?” the landlord asked.

 “We’ll take it,” Dean smiled.

 “Alright. I have some paperwork to go over with you both. Then I’ll get you to sign it. We’ll take care of this month and last month's rent. Then the place will be available as soon as Friday. Sound good?”

 “Sounds perfect,” you smiled.

 “This place is perfect for the two of you. You both make a lovely couple. You remind me of me and my husband when we were in college. You have that chemistry together,” she smiled.

 “Oh no, we aren’t together,” you quickly cleared up.

 “Wow! Pretend that I never said that then,” she giggled.

You couldn’t help but look up at Dean. He leaned over to read over the document. Was he thinking about what she said like you were? It was weird, you tried to convince yourself. I mean two best friends moving in together. The two of you acted like a couple most days, you were closer than ever. It was impossible. This woman was crazy, she had to be. You and Dean were clearly friends. It was plain as day. Right?

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at the end of the century - douxie x reader

Whew, this was a douzy to write! I'm so sorry about the wait, maybe it's length will make up for it! This is part two to my last fic, so be sure to give the first part a read if ya haven't! I wanted to include a familiar for the reader, but it just didn't make sense for the story. I'll happily write another fic that has a reader with one if anyone would like! Also, to avoid confusion, this takes place during the "first" battle at killahead. No time travel going on yet, obviously it's changed to where Douxie is involved in the fight. Hope you guys like it!

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As per usual for Camelot, its streets were bustling with its citizens up bright and early for morning shopping. Traders were bartering their newfound treasures, and parents were buying food and supply for their families. For Y/N however, she was neither a trader or a member of a family. She had nothing, except her magic. Of course she felt terrible tricking people into looking the other way while she grabbed onto a loaf of bread or an extra shirt she’d need, but in order to survive it’s what she had to do. After a while, the guilt can subside. She’d rather be doing this than have to rely on anyone ever again.

Still, as she leaned back against a wall, taking a bite out an apple she’d taken earlier, she couldn’t help but feel jealous at the sight of a little girl on top of her father’s shoulders, laughing along with her mother without a care in the world. She’d argued it was because of having to look at someone so privileged, but really it was because of having to look at someone so loved.

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Three years later,

Tensions had reached their peak between Morgana and King Arthur, and a war was about to begin against Gunmar and his army of Gumm-Gumms. Morgana had had enough of his mistreatment of magical creatures, therefore her loyalty to him was hanging by a thread. It didn’t seem enough that Arthur seeked help from the trolls of Dyoza, as she believed he only saw them as pawns. 

Back in Merlin’s study, him, Douxie, and Archie were discussing how to prepare for the upcoming battle, more specifically, what to do about Y/N. 

“No, we are not leaving her here!” Douxie shouts at Merlin. Archie gives him a concerned look.

“Douxie…” he says, trying to calm his friend.

“No, Y/N has never given us any reason to doubt her. How could you suggest such an idea as to lock her up until the battle is over? What has she ever done to deserve that?!”

“Hisirdoux, this is not about what she has done, but she potentially could do. We know how close she is to Morgana, and Morgana will say or do anything to persuade her to be on her side. With Y/N she has an advantage, an extra card in her deck. Keeping her here is only a precaution. It’s a way to keep Y/N safe and to keep Morgana from being stronger,” Merlin explains. 

Douxie isn’t convinced by that. He knows Y/N. He knows that she would not want to be stuck here while the rest of them go off and risk their lives for Camelot. And if Morgana sees her on their side, maybe Y/N could be the one to convince her to stop. 

“Clearly you’ve forgotten that she was the one that stopped me from bringing dark shadows into Camelot. Ever since she’s been here she’s done nothing except be the kindest and most understanding out of all of us. There’s nothing Morgana could say or do that would convince her to go against that.”

“I’m with Douxie,” Archie agrees. “Surely Merlin, you can have a little more faith in the girl. And with her training from Morgana, she could be our biggest asset against her and Gunmar.”

Douxie gives him a scratch behind the ear, silently thanking him. Archie beams at him. 

Merlin gives a sigh in defeat, not willing to argue anymore about the subject. “Alright, we won’t keep her here. However, should she side with Morgana, I fear her safety will be gravely-”

“What are the three of you up to?” As if summoned by them talking about her, Y/N walks in. 

All three of them stop in their tracks, faces blanched.

Douxie decides to sacrifice himself in explaining. “N-nothing Y/N! We were just uh..trying to calm down Archie! You know him, always been a scaredy-cat,” he nervously chuckles, picking up Archie and frantically petting him. Archie’s face screams unenthused.

“Ah yes, frightened I am.”

Y/N giggles at the absurdity going on. She walks over to Douxie, saving Archie from him. He relaxes in her arms, belly exposed for Y/N to give light scritches. 

“Aw, it’s alright, Arch. I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you, okay?” she playfully reassures. Despite obviously not needing the comfort, Archie purrs at that. Much like everyone she’s come across since being here, Archie full-heartedly loved her.

Merlin takes the opportunity to leave the room. “I must go. There’s still much to be done before the battle.” He stops at the door, turning to look at Y/N. “We all trust you, Y/N. Please, don’t let that be a mistake.”

She understands what he meant by that, and stays silent. Merlin takes his leave.

Douxie glares at where Merlin was standing moments ago. “Don’t listen to him. We know you’d make the right call with Morgana.”

Y/N lets Archie out of her arms, the familiar jumping onto the table. “I don’t know what to do. Morgana is adamant that Arthur will never see through his hatred with magickind.”

“Don’t you see Y/N? This is the only way to stop my brother and his tyranny.” Morgana had been hiding away, deep in the forest. The only person she trusted with her location was Y/N, on the condition that she swore not to reveal it to anyone else, or else their lives would be the first one targeted in the upcoming war. Y/N agreed to the terms. 

“And you honestly believe Camelot or the world even would be safer with someone like Gunmar? Once he defeats Arthur, there would be nothing to stop him from conquering everyone, including you. The world would be in shambles,” Y/N insists. It pained her heart arguing against Morgana, the first person in the longest time she’d felt safe with. It wasn’t easy for Morgana either. 

“What have I been trying to tell you from the moment you set foot in that castle? Arthur fears us, he fears Gunmar, me, and you. Magic is nothing to be afraid of. You’ve seen the wondrous things magic can do.”

“And I’ve also witnessed the horrible things it’s capable of. I know magic can be good, but people like Gunmar have to be stopped. Please Morgana, you can still do the right thing,” Y/N pleads.

Morgana turns her back on her apprentice, beginning to walk away. “The same could be said for you, my dear.” 

Despite her best efforts, Y/N can’t stop a tear from falling out of her eye. Douxie immediately walks over to comfort her, wrapping his arms around her. 

“I’m afraid, Doux,” she admits, grabbing onto the front of his tunic. “I spent years not trusting anyone, fending for myself, and the whole time I was so lonely.” Soft whimpers could be heard coming from her.

Douxie begins softly petting the back of her head, patiently waiting for her to continue. 

“Morgana was the one who saved me from that life, who gave me hope. She felt like the mother I never had.”

She slightly pulls away from Douxie, wanting to look at him. Looking into her grief-stricken eyes made Douxie almost want to agree to Merlin’s plan of keeping her here, just so she wouldn’t have to face Morgana. He knows she wouldn’t want to do that however.

“What if she’s gone after this? Will I be left all alone again?” Deep down she knows she wouldn’t be alone, but her paranoia was telling her other things.

“Never,” Douxie assures. He pushes her hair away from her face, pressing his hands against her cheeks. “I promise, darling. You will never feel alone ever again,” he swears. Y/N’s fears melt away with his words, her eyes refusing to leave his. They didn’t notice how close they had gotten until Archie interrupted. He hops onto Douxie’s shoulders, causing him to let go of Y/N in order to regain his balance. He lets out a huff of annoyance, with Archie giving him a cheeky smile. 

“Don’t worry dear Y/N. No matter what happens, Doux and I will always be here for you.” She smiles at that, giving Archie a loving pat on his head. 

“Thank you, Archie,” she says, looking back at Douxie to grin at him, implying that their moment wasn’t finished. Douxie gets the hint.

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Deya slams her amulet into the bridge, opening up the portal to seal away Gunmar and his army. Y/N had stayed with the trolls of Dyoza to help them against the Gumm-Gumms, leaving Merlin, Douxie, and Archie to defeat Morgana. 

The fight had gone too long for Merlin who was injured, weakening his magic. Archie had been knocked out earlier by a strong blow from Morgana. Douxie was holding his own despite Morgana being far stronger than him, however it didn’t last long. 

Pushing her hands away from her, a huge burst of dark wind cascaded the arena they were in, leaving Douxie and Merlin blind. Morgana seized the opportunity to trap them, tying them up in rope created by her magic. They struggled against them, but there was no use. Morgana started cackling with glee, believing she bested them.

“You fools! You should’ve known better than to go against me. You wasted your lives trying to protect my cowardly brother, and now all your squabbling will be for nothing!” Morgana rises into the air and raises her hand, a strong light pulsing from it, no doubt from her charging her final blow against them. 

Douxie frantically looks around for any sign of help or weapon to use. Finding nothing, his last resort is to use words.

“Morgana! Think about Y/N! You know she doesn’t want this!” he shouts, desperation clear in his words.

“Don’t act as if you care about what she wants! You only see her as your puppet, another pawn for you to use! She and all magickind will finally be free once all of you are gone!” A final pulse comes from her hand, the light so bright it hurts to even glance at. All hope deferred, Douxie’s final wish was for the truth to be heard. 

“You’re wrong! Y/N was the reason I changed for the better! I used to be whiny and immature-”

“Hisirdoux! Now’s not the time for a heart to heart!” Merlin interrupts.

Douxie ignores him, “I used to be bitter about the hand I was given, but Y/N gave me a reason to be grateful for what I had! She’s the brightest out of all of us, and I’m so, so lucky to have met her, befriended her, and fallen in love with her!” A wave of peace fills Douxie, accepting his fate. 

His words have left Morgana speechless. Doubt floods her mind, for the first time since this battle began. However, she snaps back into her fury. 

“Very well, you can die with a peace of mind. I’ll tell Y/N all about your feelings for her while she grieves over your dead body,” she maliciously answers. She throws her hand down, an enormous beam of light launches from her hand.

Douxie closes his eyes, waiting for the feeling of burning skin to come, but it never does.

“There won’t be any need for that, Morgana!”

He recognizes that voice, and his eyes shoot open. The ground beneath them shakes, as Y/N throws up a shield so large, it sends Morgana’s magic flying all across the other side of the room, most of it hitting Morgana herself. She lets out a cry, falling to the floor. 

Y/N sprints over to Merlin and Douxie, freeing them from the ropes.

Douxie gleefully says, “Y/N! You made it! You’re okay- how much of that did you hear?”

Y/N giggles, “Just that last bit. You know, the important bit.”

Douxie lets out an embarrassed chuckle. Archie, having finally woken up, flies over to the couple. “I’d hate to interrupt this lovely reunion, but we do have a ninth-level sorceress to take care of.”

They all turn towards Morgana. “Right, let’s finish this,” Douxie commands.

Douxie and Archie team up, using magic and fire to seal Morgana in a ring of flames. Morgana growls in anger. Y/N puts up shields all around her friends, blocking any of Morgana’s attacks from hitting them. When Morgana shoots her magic at Y/N, Merlin defends her, the bolt ricocheting off his staff and back towards Morgana. Douxie jumps towards Morgana, armed with a sigil designed to freeze her. He successfully reaches her, and the both of them are frozen in the air, except she has no control.

“Hurry! I can’t hold her that long!” Douxie warns. 

“You’ve lost yourself Morgana! Bound to dark magic,” Merlin yells, slamming his staff to the ground, a large sigil of his own covering the floor. 

“I have no choice but to seal you away!” He begins the spell, balls of light rising from the floor. Morgana is able to swing her staff at Douxie, throwing him across the room. However, before she can move, Y/N replaces Douxie, freezing Morgana once more with an even stronger hold. 

“Do it! Finish the spell!” Y/N shouts. 

Morgana screams in frustration. “How dare you, Y/N! I am the reason your life has meaning, I’m the reason for everything you hold dear! You’d be nothing if it weren’t for me!”

“I never was nothing! The only thing I used to be was alone! You’ve given me a family, and for that I’m grateful, but now I have to protect that family! And the only way to do that is to get rid of you!” Y/N turns toward Merlin, “Any day now!”

Merlin chants the final line of the spell, and a beam of light expels from his staff, hitting Morgana at her feet, encasing them in stone. The light slowly works its way up her body.

“I will destroy you all! No matter what it takes, no matter where you go, I will not rest until I’ve ended you and all that you love!” Morgana vows, hitting Y/N with a bolt, knocking her down. Douxie sprints and catches her before she hits the floor. 

Most of Morgana’s body has been encased, leaving only her torso and head free. “I swear on your lives I shall rise again!” 

“And we’ll still be here to stop you once more, buttsnack!” Douxie promises, firmly holding onto Y/N. Once all of her has been frozen, Merlin crosses his arms, finishing the enchantment. Y/N opens up a portal to the Shadow Realm, and Merlin hurls Morgana into it. The last thing heard from Morgana is fearful screaming as Y/N closes the portal.

With the battle finally over, everyone gives a huge sigh of relief, falling to the floor. Archie marches over to Douxie and Y/N, jumping on top of them and licking their faces.

“Arch! That’s disgusting,” Douxie complains with a smile, clearly not meaning it. Y/N hugs Archie, giving him a kiss on the forehead. Douxie beams at the both of them, feeling so content in the moment. 

He puts a hand on her shoulder, “Are you alright, love?” Archie hops off of Y/N, deciding to give them a moment alone.

“I’m okay, more than okay really. She was too far gone, there was nothing more we could do,” Y/N answers. “Now, about your little declaration of love there.”

Douxie nervously giggles, “Yeaahhh, about that. Look desperate times call for desperate measures! Had I known you were just going to waltz in anyway, I would’ve waited for a more romantic evening to confess my undying love for you.”

“Uh-huh.”

“There would’ve been flowers, music, little sweet buns iced with our initials toget-”

Y/N cuts off his rambling by grabbing his tunic with one hand, resting the other on his cheek, and pulling his lips towards hers. Their first kiss is a soft one, with Douxie wrapping his arms around her, pulling her even closer. They let each other go, feeling the sudden urge to laugh at one another for their impeccable timing.

“I love you too, Douxie. More than anything,” Y/N confesses.

Douxie grabs her face and pulls her into another kiss, convinced this is the happiest moment of his life.

Eventually, they remember they’re not alone. They look around to see Merlin passed out on the floor. 

“Merlin!” they both shout, running over to him. Archie apparently had been trying to wake them up, waiting for their moment to be over in order to tell them.

“Why didn’t you tell us he’d passed out?!” Douxie scolds.

Archie waves his paws in defense. “Pardon me, you know I’m all for happy endings. I just didn’t want to be the one to tell you it’s not over yet.” Douxie lets out a groan, slamming his hand to his forehead.

“When do you think he’ll wake up?” Y/N asks.

“Hopefully, soon,” Douxie answers, doubtfully.

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Nine centuries later, 

“FUZZBUCKETS!” Douxie screams in the air, being dragged along by a mephit he, Y/N, and Archie were trying to catch. 

“Don’t let go of it!” Y/N shouts, trying to sprint ahead of the creature.

“Ah yes dear, that was the plan all along! To free this poor tortured beast!” he yells sarcastically, before slamming into the ground for the fifth time that night.

“You know it was your sense of humor I fell in love with first!” she quips. She opens up a portal on the floor and jumps into it, opening up another one right in front of the mephit. She draws up a sigil that the mephit bounces off of, knocking him down.

“Ah well, luckily for you I’m quite the jester!” Douxie jokes. 

Archie swoops in and blows fire at the mephit, fatally wounding it. Douxie is then able to cast the creature away. They all let out shouts of victory, Y/N giving each of them a high five. 

“You know, one of these days you two will be the death of me. Maybe don’t start flirting with each other until you’re absolutely certain you’ve caught the shadow mephit,” Archie chides.

Y/N scratches behind Archie’s ear as a way of apology. “I’m so sorry dear husband over there insists on putting his hands on me at every available opportunity. He’s quite the scoundrel,” Y/N teases. 

Douxie scoffs at that remark, pretending to be offended. “Pardon me, dear wife. But if I recall correctly it was you who-” He doesn’t finish his sentence as he’s distracted by the lights suddenly flickering and then bursting. 

“Hisirdoux,” a voice calls out. 

“Is that…?” Y/N questions, looking around.

“I think it is…. Merlin!” Douxie grins in excitement, happy to know his master is finally awake. 

A green sigil lights up from underneath Douxie, making him jump back. Merlin rises up from it, except it’s only a projection of him. 

“Hisirdoux, my faithful apprentice-”

“You darn right I’ve been faithful. Who leaves a guy hanging for almost a millennium? You could’ve sent a raven, or a text! There’s texting you know!” Douxie whines. 

“It’s so good to see you, Merlin,” Y/N says with a smile, giving him a bow. 

Merlin smiles back, “Lovely to see you too, dear Y/N. I see Hisirdoux hasn’t tormented you enough to run to the hills yet.”

Y/N laughs, standing back up, “Actually, he’s done quite the opposite.” She raises her left hand, showing off the ring on her finger. Douxie wraps an arm around her shoulders, eyes staring lovingly at her. Merlin beams at the both of them, glad that they’ve had each other all the years. 

“Congratulations, you two,” Merlin proudly says. 

“Thanks, Master,” Douxie responds gratefully. The last nine hundred have been wonderful with her and Archie at his side.

Merlin clears his throat, “I’ve come here to task you all with a mission. You must bring the Guardians of Arcadia, with haste.” The projection of him fades away, leaving the three of them alone. 

“Errand boys once again, aren’t we?” Archie complains. Douxie lets out a sigh. 

“Don’t think of it as an errand, think of it as another adventure,” Y/N suggests, wrapping her left arm around Douxie and letting Archie climb on top of her shoulders. “It’ll be fun! You’ll see.”

Douxie chuckles, and brings his left hand to her head, pulling it closer to him to press a light kiss against her forehead. “With you, my love, anything’s an adventure.”

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Bonus, 

“Wait, so the two of you are wizards?! Not just baristas at the cafe?!” Toby questions. 

“Yup!” Y/N replies. 

“And you’ve been living for nine hundred years?!” 

“Yup!” 

Steve gives Y/N a quick up/down glance, “Well, you certainly don’t look it.”

Douxie glares at him, “Careful, she’s married.”

Steve raises his hands in defense, “I’m just saying! Wait, to you?”

“Yes!” Douxie barks at him. 

“Today’s actually our eight hundred and ninety-sixth anniversary,” Y/N informs them with a smile. 

“And you’re spending it here? Wow Doux, you suck at romance.” Toby criticizes.

Douxie scoffs, “Alright, you go celebrate eight hundred and ninety-five anniversaries and report back to me!”

Y/N lets out a giggle, “Maybe that’s enough questions for now.”

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I do all of the T.O.A world except the movie. You can request any of the characters from Trollhunters/3below/Wizards.

I will do scenarios, headcannons, imagines, or drabbles. If you don't specify on which you want I'll be chosing. All asks are gender neutral.

This is an X Reader blog. Please do not send in any character x character ideas or fics. This is only allowed if their in a poly relationship with reader. Go to @dawns-trollhunting-shit to make any requests or asks of character x character fics for T.O.A

You can request up to five characters at a time. Don't just say trolls/humans/aliens/wizards. Specify which characters you want. If it says writers choice it may get written or it may get deleted.

You can just make a general request as well, Example being Trollhunters/3below/Wizards X Reader where the Reader isn't romatically involved their just doing something with the group.

If you say authours choice it might get deleted.

Make prompt/ask clear. Please be specific on what you want.

I don't do line prompts. Unless I reblog from a writing list do not send in a request with a specific line you want. The only exception is if it's something generic like asking a character to say, I love you.

NO PREGNANCY ASKS. (That was a one time thing for a friend after I got inspired. Babies/pregnancy are hard to write as I've never experienced either.)

Angst and fluff requests are aloud! Gore is fine and will be appropriately tagged. Torture can be put in an ask. However anything involving sexual harassment or sex/rape is not okay. The ask will be deleted.

I do platonic asks. Asks don't have to be romantic just because it's an X Reader blog. Reader can also be related to someone in the series and I can write about that. Being realated to blank includes, being the kid of blank includes. Things like that.

No crossovers. No superpowered hero/reader with abilities only magic please.

LGBTQIA+ ASKS WANTED AND LOVED!!!

You can request reader with a mental disorder or disability. I will do my best to do them justice.

Poly relationships are allowed and cherished!

I love Yandere! Go head and suggest it with any character. Platonic yandere is also okay. :D

Its a MAGIC WORLD with aliens and trolls oh my! PLEASE GET CREATIVE. NO ASK WILL BE REJECTED UNLESS IT BREAKS MY RULES.

All asks will be done when they get done. It just depends when inspiration strikes. Sorry for anyone who has to wait.

Different seasons involve different rules as I do events. Hoilday/seasonal asks have different rules. Make sure to read the post regarding that set of rules or your ask will get deleted.

Trollhunter Character's

Goodguys:

~Jim

~Toby

~Claire

~ Darci

~ Mary

~ Shannon

~Steve

~Eli

~Barbara

Trolls

~Blinky

~Aarrrgh

~Draal

~Vendel

~Kanjigarr

Badguys:

~ Morgana

~ Bular

~ Gunmar

~ Dictatious

~ Ursuna

~ Angor Rot

Changelings

~ Walter Stricklander

~ Otto Scarabach

~ Nomura

~ Not Enrique

3below Character's

Good Guys Aliens

~ Aja

~ Krel

~ Varavotos Vex

~ King Fialkov

~ Queen Coranda

~ Zadra

~ Mother

~ The Blanks

~ Stuart

~ Tronos

Good guys Humans

~ Steve

~ Eli

~ Seamus

~ Mary

~ Darci

Bad Guys

~ Val Morando

~ The Brotherhood

~ Foo Foo Bunnies

~ Colonel Kubritz

~ Omen

~ Gwen

Wizards Characters

Good guys Mages/Humans

~ Hisirdoux

~ Zoe

~ Gwenivere

~ Lancelot

~ King Arthur

~ Morgana

~ Troll Jim

~ Handmaiden Claire

~ Squire Steve

~ Callista/Deya

~ Young Dictatious

~ Young Blinky

~ Young Vendel

Bad Guys

~Arcane Order

- Nari (By association. She becomes good later and you can request her as evil or pure bean)

- Skrael

- Bellroc

~Green Knight

~ Arcane Order Morgana

~Young Gunmar

~ Young Bular

~Soldier Aarrrgh