#hisirdoux x y/n
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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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"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.
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Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty four: Secrets Are No Fun (24/?)
(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)
Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.
Chapter Summary: Y/n apologies to her friends and talks about the past.
Word count: 2799
Warnings: mention of y/n having a long braid in the past, you can ignore it
(Season 3 Episode 9 )
Song?: Cool about it by boygenius
Spanish bonus track: Mi viejo by Piero
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Y/n twisted and turned in her bed. Her mattress turned to stone for the night making her back ache in any position she put herself in. She shifted once more trying to block the light that was starting to come in through the window in vain. The sun was already rising in the distance. Her mind was fully awake, her thoughts forcing her to stay up the few hours she had to sleep.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her shoulders heavy by the lack of rest. She looked at the clock catching a glimpse of the dried up flower Douxie had given her on their first date in Arcadia.
Y/n smiled, remembering the first time the errand boy put a flower behind her ear, both hidden away behind the stables, scared to be seen. She remembers the walk back, her cheeks red as she replayed the feeling of fearless Douxie’s fingers fixing her hair after the flower was placed. She remembers all the blood abandoning her body when Morgana found her.
“Oh my” the wizard chuckled “what a beautiful hairdo” she walked back and grabbed Y/n’s long braid.
“Thank you” Y/n whispered, trying to keep walking, to end the interaction.
“Ah, ah” Morgana followed her “You look nervous”
Y/n walked faster.
“I knew it” Morgana laughed, stopping in front of her, not letting her advance any further “My little sister has a suitor” she whispered the last word. Morgana knew her mentor well and if rumors about his daughter having a suitor would reach his ears he would execute the man himself.
Y/n opened her mouth, her words dying on her throat.
Morgana's happy smile morphed into a soft one:
“I won't say anything” she put her arm around Y/n’s shoulders.
The girl looked up and gave the wizard a half smile “Thank you, sister”
Morgana nodded “Do you know what flower he gave you?” She asked.
“A forget me not?”
“Yes. Do you know what it means?” A mischievous smile on her face.
“I’m not sure” Y/n frowned.
“The forget me not has a lot of meanings: remembrance, trust, true and enduring love, faithfulness and hope for everlasting love. We can both agree in this one thing” Morgana turned, grabbing Y/n’s hands “Hisirdoux wants to be with you for a long time”
She turned her head at the door and back to the small flowers. If she leaves now without no one seeing her, she could have breakfast with Douxie and come back before her father tries to search for her himself.
She jumped off the bed ready to escape the emotions the arrival of her father had brought for a while. She quietly but quickly moved through the house doing what was necessary to get to the only person who could help her now, who could maybe understand her. Her mood changed as the sun settled in the sky, her shoulders softened as she walked down the steps.
“Where are you going, Lady Y/n?”
Y/n’s head fell down when she heard her father catching her with her hand on the doorknob.
“Don’t call me that” she turned her face to the couch where he was sitting, her face contorted in disgust. He would only call her that when he knew she was going to secretly meet up with Douxie.
“By your name?” He acted appalled
“C’mon. I'm just going to have breakfast with him” Y/n ran to Merlin’s side and kneeled by his side.
The wizard stretched his back, his bones making a sinphony for her daughter to listen.
“It’ll be quick. I swear” she pleaded.
She knew it was in vain. Her father was a stubborn man that even a thousand year long nap couldn’t change that.
“No” he relaxed.
“What?” Y/n stood up as her voice reached a peach that Merlin didn’t miss.
“I said no. Hisirdoux has his own mission and I need you here” Merlin was relaxed, if you didn’t know better you could have thought he was talking about the weather.
“I need you here” she repeated, her fists clenched “that’s it? Could you be more specific?”
“Sadly, no” Merlin stood up looking curious at the kitchen “I’m hungry. Where’s the cook?”
Y/n stood there, mouth tightly closed, observing her father opening and closing doors complaining about the lack of hospitality.
“Good morning, honey” Y/n felt Barbara's loving kiss in her head “How did you sleep?”
Y/n slowly turned her eyes to her, to her caring, loving gaze. She sighed, putting her head on her shoulder for what she feared may be the last time.
“Oh” she was surprised. She didn’t expect that kind of affection from her daughter.
“I couldn’t sleep” she whispered and looked up at Barbara’s eyes trying to muster all the honesty she could “I’m sorry for not telling the truth as soon as I knew it”
Barbara frowned for a second, confusion washed her face, but her sweet smile overcome it quickly
“It’s okay” she whispered into Y/n’s hair and kissed her head.
Y/n closed her eyes keeping the tears at bay.
“It’s not” she pulled away “Please. Let me explain” she pleaded, desperation dripping from every word “I feel like I scammed you and you…”
“Y/n, honey…this troll stuff…is weird but I don’t believe for a second you scammed me” Barbara caressed her face “I saw you grow up, I taught you to tight your shoes, I was there for your first loose tooth, learning to write, to read, your fights with your friends, making new friends, riding a bike, I was there for most of your firsts, graduations… I don’t care if you have biological parents that are wizards” Barbara took a second to absorb the absurdity of the words “say otherwise. You are my daughter”
Y/n nodded, the hot tears flooding her face
“And, if it counts, you are my first mom”
Barbara and Y/n hugged, laughing at the insane ways of the universe, how it made them walk all this way to find each other. A daughter had to wander a thousand years without a mother to find it in someone younger than her.
Jim, Claire, and Toby’s feet hit the hollow step of the stairs announcing the house that they were already awake.
Y/n and Barbara broke the hug. Y/n turned around wiping away the wetness from her face.
“Good morning!” Barbara smiled, trying to wipe away the tears from under her glasses without the kids noticing it.
“Morning’” Claire smiled.
“See, we are all up!” Merlin put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder squeezing it “And you wanted to leave”
Y/n grunted, turning around and pushing his father's hand away.
“Leave?” Toby frowned.
“Go where?” Barbara turned to Y/n.
“Doesn’t matter” gave her a half smile.
Without missing a beat, Barbara was able to put the puzzle together with the little clues she had:
“Oh. You wanted to see the boy from Benoit’s?” She smiled “He’s nice”
Y/n felt her cheeks warming up.
“Ugh” the chorus of disgusted complaints came out of Jim and Merlin, their eyes rolling at the same time.
Y/n shook the weirdness out of her body and looked at the kids standing at the foot of the stairs:
“Well, now that we are all here, well all but Blinky and Aaarrrgghh, I can talk to them later…I want to explain”
“Yeah and I want an explanation, Y/n, if that's your real name” Jim frowned.
Y/n looked down. Jim’s words were a dagger to the heart. She could see through his angry façade, he wasn’t angry, he was hurt and of course he was hurt. She was his older sister, his first friend, his protector, the person who should not betray him and yet here they were, standing in front of each other, both of their hands stained with Jim’s blood.
“Jim”
“Jim” Claire and Toby elbowed Jim in the ribs.
“Ouch” the trollhunter complained.
“Of course it is her name. I name her myself” Merlin rolled his eyes and put back his arm on Y/n’s shoulder.
“Not helping” she whispered to herself, rubbing her eyelids.
Toby looked at Claire and she nodded. The boy took a couple of step forward and said:
“Y/n, we have an open mind and we want to hear what you have to say because we love the Y/n we knew…we know” he looked back at Claire looking for help but the girl was just as lost and turned back at Y/n “I don’t know. This is confusing”
“Yeah, that’s my real name” Y/n chuckled “Why don’t we go to the kitchen and get some breakfast uh?” She points to the door of the kitchen, scared of making the first move “I can cook something…”
“Finally” Merlin celebrated and disappeared into the kitchen
“That's a great idea” Barbara smiled
“I’ll cook” Jim said, disappearing behind Merlin.
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“Mm. Fascinating” Merlin closed and opened the door of the refrigerator observing closely the changing in the light “Mm. But how do you know the light goes out when you close the door?”
Y/n put down the plate she was washing and observed her father open and close the door of the refrigerator at increasing speed:
“It has a sensor” she said as she took Merlin’s hands away from the fridge.
“A sensor?” He repeated and tried to return to the intriguing box.
“Yes” Y/n sighed, pushing him in the direction of the dining room.
“Merlin the immortal” Strickler stopped the wizards’ walk “what an honor” he bowed down.
Y/n turned to his father, Merlin seemed bored. He had no interest in Morgana’s creations. Something Y/n always had found strange was her father’s uninterest for praise, after all, he was a narcissist.
“Allow me to introduce myself. Waltolomew Stricklander. Well, Strickler for short. I’ve been mentoring the Trollhunter”
“Spare me the life story” Merlin rolled his eyes “Now and forever, changeling” he walked out, leaving Strickler on his knees.
If it was any other changeling, Y/n would feel ashamed for his father's behavior but Strickler hadn’t redeemed himself, not in Y/n’s eyes.
“Sorry” she mouthed, lifting her hands in the air, a little smile on her face. A little part of her was enjoying Strickler's embarrassment.
She followed her father's steps to the dining table where Barbara had already set the table with Jim’s omelettes. Y/n took a deep breath. There was no place to hide.
She felt her back pocket vibrate, stopping the flood of anxiety for a second. She frowned. Randy was so focused on the battle of the bands he had closed the store for the week.
Errand boy 💙:
Breakfast? 👀
She smiled. Maybe he was looking at the moon.
“Lady Y/n, may you start with your story? I haven’t eaten in centuries” Merlin was salivating at the smell of Jim’s cooking
“Ugh, what did I say?” Y/n whispered to her father as she sat down next to him.
“Metalface here was lucky I didn’t eat him back in the cave” Merlin cut a piece of the omelette and smelled it, pulling out his magnifying glass and observing the omelette under it.
“He’s joking, right?” Toby looked at Y/n, his eyes wide open and his nervous laughter as a plea.
Y/n turned her face and thought to the food she would eat back in Camelot:
“Well, I have eaten stranger things in my day” she look back to her father “Lancelot would hunt the strangest but tastiest creatures”
Merlin nodded, his eyes lost in the memory.
“I’m not really sure where to start…”Y/n looked down to her plate.
“Maybe…I don’t know…Why did you lie?” Jim said from the other side of the table.
Y/n sighed
“I didn’t lie” she looked up at Jim “I didn’t know who I was. Why would I turn myself into a child and erase my memories…and relive my life? Do all that? For what?”
“I don’t know!” He screamed.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Merlin asked, uninterested by the children's fight.
“I got into a fight with…” suddenly, she felt everyone’s eyes burning her “Al…”
Merlin lifted his brows.
“Al?!” Screamed Toby “How old is he?”
“Alfred was a gift from…” Y/n stopped again, this time was his father disapproving gaze burning her “a dear friend back in Camelot”
“So you fought with…a cat” he followed up, mouth full of food.
“He can be very argumentative” Y/n said.
Merlin nodded, already getting annoyed by just thinking of her daughter’s familiar.
“I remember leaving the house with something in my hand, the rain…” Y/n closed her eyes in an attempt of transporting her brain back to that night but all attempts were useless “a light and then, I’m being picked up by Jim’s father” she opens her eyes again, tears threatening to drip down.
“Mm” Merlin had cleaned up his plate and was analyzing the story.
“Could it be another wizard's work?” Offered Claire, her big brown eyes full of concern.
Y/n waited for a backhanded comment from his father that never came. He was more busy actually listening to what she had to say and that scared her.
“I don’t know…Ven…” she felt her throat gave out “Vendel called it both a curse and a spell”
Barbara extended her hand and grabbed Y/n’s.
“Did you talk to…Alfred?” Merlin rolled his eyes at the obvious cover.
“I tried once but he doesn’t want to talk about it”
“What a complex cat” whispered Toby.
“How long have you known you are his daughter?” Jim asked, his anger seemed to be dying down.
“Not long. After Morgana possessed Claire something clicked and I was able to put it all together. I’m still getting my memory back”
“You don’t have all your memories?” Claire asked
The trollhunter team shared a look.
“I’m sorry” said Jim
“What?” Y/n looked up. She wasn’t expecting her brother’s apology.
“I’m sorry. I thought…”
Y/n jumped through the table into Jim’s arms. She didn’t need any more words, just knowing her brother was hers again was enough. The boy returned the hug, holding his sister like she could disappear any minute.
Y/n pulled back, her face wet with tears as she looked at Jim.
“I’m sorry” She said and hugged him one last time.
“I’m sorry too” The boy happily accepted it, ignoring her best friend, her girlfriend and the legendary wizard watching them.
“I’m glad we’re all family again” Toby joined the siblings’ hug.
Y/n and Jim laughed at the boy’s antichs.
“I’m going to wash my face” Y/n pulled back, drying her face with a napkin she found on the table with a smile on her face.
On the walk to the bathroom her phone buzzed once more:
Errand boy💙:
Everything ok?
are u alive? Don’t make me send Arch!!
Y/n smiled as she closed the door. She wished Douxie could be here to help her deal with her father's craziness. If for some reason they needed to work alone Y/n was afraid to not survive her father’s quirks without Douxie.
Y/n💘🪻:
Stop the cavalry!!! I’m alive!! Just stuck on babysitting duty ily 💖
She quickly tipped and sprayed water on her face. A part of her was scared of letting Merlin alone with her other family. He had ways that the world wasn’t used to, not anymore.
As Y/n walked back she could heard her father taking to himself. She followed his father’s muttering to the garage.
“Where’s everyone?” She looked around but the garage seemed as empty as the house “How long was I in the bathroom?” She laughed.
“Long enough” Merlin said without turning around from his work on the table “Come closer. I need your magic”
Y/n frowned. What could be he be working in? He didn’t have any tool, material, let alone magical elements to do anything.
“Well? Don’t tell me you don’t have magic?” He turned to her, his eyes full of disgust.
Y/n heart skipped a beat. Her hands started to sweat. If she didn’t know better she would think her hair was twisting back into her childhood braids.
“I…” she frowned and pushed through the sticky felling “Of course I have magic. Why would you say that?” She walked to her father’s work.
“One would assume you forgot it”
The knife pierced Y/n’s chest but she was decided to not show it. She looked at her father, at his icy blue eyes without shaking.
“What do you want?”
A/n: hii!! Helloo!! Sorry for the delay but the power got cut off so many times it wasn’t even funny especially with 40C oh well 3rd world problems 🤪🤪 i hope you like family issues(?
remember to leave love letters and death threats!!💖
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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.
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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
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Our Time || One shot
Summary: Douxie’s remembering the good old times.
Warnings: angst, mention of character death, that's it I think?
Word count: 1,735
Everything was set. The lanterns were hung up on the trees nearby, providing light to Douxie for the night. The campfire was crackling just a couple of feet away from the round dining table and chairs that Douxie had set up not too long ago. The plates were also ready on the table, waiting to be filled with food.
Douxie magicked up a bouquet of roses, and placed them in the vase that was in the middle of the table.
Suddenly, he heard a twig snap behind him. He quickly spun around, staff and bracelet ready, only to see Archie looking up at him in his cat form.
"You seriously thought that I was danger?" Archie questioned with an eyebrow raised.
Douxie magicked his staff away and deactivated his bracelet, "Hehe… yes."
Archie rolled his eyes at his familiar's response, "Do you not remember that you put a ward around this whole area?"
Douxie just shrugged and went back to doing last minute preparations.
After a few minutes of silence, Archie cleared his throat to gain Douxie's attention.
"Yes, Arch?" Douxie asked, turning his gaze to the cat.
Archie pointed to the two figures in the distance heading towards them.
Douxie's eyes widened at how time flew by quickly. He didn't even have time to get changed!
He quickly got behind a tree and used a spell he had recently learned, and changed into a black dress shirt (sleeves rolled up of course), black pants and shoes, keeping his signature skull necklace.
He stepped out from the tree to see Archie fly away. His eyes wandered around until they landed on both you and Jim getting closer. You were wearing a stunning black A-line lace dress that went down to your knees with half laced sleeves and beige heels.
You were blindfolded as Douxie had requested Jim to do to you so you had a surprise.
Douxie could hear you complain to Jim how you didn't like being blindfolded. Jim just rolled his eyes at your antics and told you that all would be revealed in a matter of moments.
Douxie walked up to you two siblings and took you from Jim.
"Thank you, Jim. I'll take her from here," Douxie smiled and took your shoulders.
"No problem, Doux! Tell me the end result!" Jim waved and walked off.
"Douxie, where in the world am I?" you asked.
"Shhh. Be patient, love. All will be revealed," Douxie reassured.
After a few moments, the blindfold on your eyes was taken off.
You took in your surroundings. The trees were decorated with lanterns, a dining table was set and a campfire was already lit. Everything was beautiful.
You spun around to see Douxie holding out a rose for you to take, which you, without a doubt, accepted.
"Shall we, m'lady?" Douxie inquired, holding his arm out.
You nodded and you let him take you to the table.
~~~~~
Douxie had prepared f/f for dinner, and for dessert, an apple pie.
Now, the two of you were quietly sitting on a blanket at the campfire, leaning on each other.
"Love?" Douxie asked.
You hummed in response, letting him know he had your attention.
"Remember the first time we met? I had spilled a drink on the ground in the cafe and you rushed to help," Douxie remembered.
"Yeah," you nodded, memories flooding back.
~~~~~
You anxiously tapped your feet on the ground, waiting for your order to arrive.
You were in a big rush.
Mom had called to tell you that Jim was in the hospital. You knew that he was the Trollhunter, so he had gotten a lot of injuries, though, he didn't need to go to the hospital to get them treated, so you knew that this was serious.
Abruptly, you heard a crash from behind you. You turned around to see a drink had spilled all over the floor. The waiter was already on his knees, trying to clean it up.
You got up from your seat and ran over to help him. You kneeled in front of the guy to hear him faintly say, "Fuzzbuckets". You saw a faint sky blue spark come from his hand.
A wizard.
You placed a hand on his arm, making him look up into your e/c eyes. You mouthed ‘no’ and shook your head, telling him not to perform the spell. He stopped and sighed before cleaning up the mess the old fashioned way with your help.
After helping him, you returned to your seat.
Just when you were about to leave, getting fed up of the wait, the same waiter you had helped rushed up to you, order in hand.
"Hey! You were the one who helped me with the spill a couple of minutes ago, right?" he asked.
"Yeah," you nodded and then added quietly, "And the one who stopped you from using magic as a shortcut."
You smiled and took your order from him. You headed out but got stopped by the same guy.
"Hey, I never got your name. I'm Hisirdoux Casperan, but you can call me Douxie," Douxie winked and held out his hand for a handshake.
"Y/n, Y/n Lake," you replied, shaking his hand. "I'm really sorry, but I really need to go."
He nodded understandingly and waved goodbye.
As you walked to the hospital, you opened the bag that had your food in it, as well as a note. You took it out and read it:
Hey, stranger, who I probably got the name of!
I was wondering if you would grab a bite with me tomorrow at the cafe. 4 pm sharp.
Don't be late.
Yours truly,
Hisirdoux Casperan.
You smiled. You had finally found a fellow magic wielder.
~~~~~
"Then, the time when Jim got a bit overprotective of you when you were at the bookstore."
"A bit?"
"Okay, extremely overprotective of you."
~~~~~
The sun was shining high in the sky, your hair moving along with the gentle breeze, and a nice cup of coffee in your hands while you and Jim made your way to GDT Arcane Books.
Jim opened the door to reveal Archie, Douxie's familiar lying on the ground near the fireplace.
"Hey, Archie!" you greeted.
"Hello," Archie called.
You turned your attention away from the cat and to Jim, who was looking around in suspicion.
"Jim, what is it now?" you asked, placing your hand on your brother's shoulder.
"It's just… why does this store seem so… magical?" Jim inquired.
"Because a magical being owns the bookstore," you replied.
Jim nodded in response.
"Hello!" a new voice spoke.
You turned around to see Douxie coming out of the back. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jim's gaze harden at the sight of the wizard. He pulled you a bit closer to him.
Overprotective brother mode switched on.
"Hey, Doux. Did you call us in for some help?" you inquired.
"Yep! There's only so much a 900 year old wizard can do by himself," Douxie nodded.
Douxie told you and Jim what he needed help with.
Jim was sent off to get some supplies from around town, to his dismay. He wanted to keep an eye on you and Douxie, but alas, he had to go shopping.
Before Jim had left, you heard him send a death threat to Douxie.
"Don't do anything funny with my sister, Casperan. I won't hesitate to slice your head off with Daylight."
Your eyes widened. You knew Jim didn't like Douxie, but you didn't know that he hated him so much to actually threatened him.
Geez. He's way too overprotective.
You made your way over to Douxie as soon as Jim left the store.
"Don't mind him. He's just overprotective," you told Douxie.
"Uh-huh," Douxie nodded slowly.
~~~~~
"We know each other so well, made so many wonderful memories, we've spent so much time together," Douxie sighed. "And I want to spend more time with you."
You turned your head towards him, silently asking him to elaborate.
Douxie moved away and got up. He lent you his hand, which you accepted and followed suit. He took a deep breath and got down on one knee.
"Y/n, love, we've been through so much together. Good and bad. Sad and happy. And I'll continue to. You made me the most happiest man when you became my girlfriend and I thought I couldn't be any happier. But today may prove me wrong," Douxie expressed.
You gasped and clasped your hand over your mouth as Douxie took out a golden ring with embroidery and held it out.
"Y/n Lake… make me the happiest man in the world. Will you marry me?"
You had tears in your eyes at this point. Douxie looked at you with hope, love, admiration, and so much more as he waited for your answer.
"Yes."
Douxie's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning, and quickly got up. He grabbed your waist and brought you close. He leaned down and softly kissed you as he slipped the ring onto your finger.
~~~~~
Douxie stared at the photo of you two on your wedding day. You were wearing a short lace white dress and beige ankle strap heels and Douxie was wearing a white dress shirt, black tuxedo, black tie, black pants and a rose attached on the left as you two stood in front of each other, hand in hand while Douxie was kissing your forehead.
Douxie placed the photo back and glanced down at his wedding ring. It was simple, a silver band with swirl embroidery as you had the same, but gold. He remembered the feeling of your hand in his. Your giggling. Everything. But alas, ever since you had passed in battle, he couldn't seem to bring any of those memories back.
Tears formed in Douxie's eyes as he remembered the good times.
Suddenly, the door opened to reveal Jim and Claire.
"Hey, Teach. What were you--" Claire started before she noticed the tears streaming down his face.
Douxie wasn't going to cry but as soon as he saw the wedded couple, he couldn't help himself.
Jim and Claire rushed over to Douxie and enveloped the wizard in a hug, attempting to comfort him. He sobbed into Jim's chest as Jim ran his hand through his hair and Claire rubbing Douxie's back.
Nothing was going to be the same without you.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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".
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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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"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..."
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Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter nineteen: Night Shift (19/?)
(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: Gunmar finds the trolls’s hideout
Word count: 1480
Warnings: no. Should a ben platt song be a warning? Im just kidding
(Season 3 Episodes 1)
Song?: Grow as we go by Ben Platt
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Y/n sat on the couch with her gaze lost in the dancing of the branches of the tree that lived outside her house against the pink sky while she absentmindedly stroked Al’s back furr.
“You seemed distracted” Al turned his head.
Y/n sighed “Can I tell…you something?” She looked down at him.
Al stretched his legs and turned himself to be belly up.
“You can’t tell, Hisirdoux” she stopped petting his belly.
“I’m always loyal to you. You have always been more generous with the tuna” his brown tail twitched at the thought of food.
“I remembered…about Morgana” she whispered, not being able to look him in the eye “My sister” she smiled over the grief.
“Morgana?” Al’s pupils retracted.
“She was my sister and she died” Y/n closed her eyes, the turbulence of the sea coming back to her “she was murdered” she repeated, the feeling of betrayal was still fresh on her chest.
Alfred sat up when he heard her. It wasn’t a false alarm. Y/n was remembering.
“Y/n, I…” he put his paw on her leg.
“No. I just…” she turned back to the tree and cleaned away the tear that fell “I just need to process it again. I…Just…Don’t tell Douxie. Alright? He’s so excited with the battle of the bands” Y/n didn’t let him answer, she didn’t want to have this conversation, she stood up and went to the kitchen where she left her phone charging. A message from Jim light up the screen:
‘Tell ur friend to stay away from Claire’
Y/n rolled her eyes and went to prepare herself for the night guard.
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The sun had long left the sky of Arcadia. Jim and Y/n were walking along the entryway of the old abandoned warehouse where the trolls were hiding after the fall of trollmarket. The Lake siblings were putting more enchanted Nuñez signs to keep the gumm gumms away.
“Have you been to the basement lately?” Jim interrupted the comfortable silence.
Y/n frowned, the memory of her mother’s art coming back to her “Yes” she shook her head. Her mother’s portrait of Blinky was strangely good “I didn’t know she could paint”
“We have to do something”
“I mean, it was bound to happen. You can’t permanently delete someone's memories without damaging their brain or someone actually taking them from you” Y/n shrugged and continued her task.
Jim turned to her sister, mouth wide open. How did she know that?
“What?” He asked.
She turned back at him, eyes wide open like a deer in headlights. She hasn't told his brother the truth about herself. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was that she didn’t know the whole truth, only bits and pieces or maybe it was because she’s afraid of losing another family.
“Master Jim, Lady Y/n, thought you could use this” Blinky interrupted the awkward stare down and brought the two cups “I manage to scrounge up all the components for a fine cup of coffee”
Y/n smiled grateful for the coffee and the interruption. She took the cup up to her nose and stopped, her brows furrowed at the smell of the coffee. It didn’t smell right.
Jim took a sip as Blinky announced that he used an old gym sock as a filter. The Trollhunter spited the drink into the troll face.
“Ugh!” Y/n pushed the cup as far as she could from her face.
“I know. I’m not a fan of the french roast either” Blinky wiped his face “How's the watch?”
“It’s given me time to think, Blinky, this Gunmar stuff and…the Eternal Night. What if I don’t have it in me to stop it?” Jim asked, his eyes filled with worry.
Y/n gave him half a smile and put her free arm around his shoulders as they started to walk. She knew his brother had what it took to stop Gunmar, Merlin’s amulet doesn’t make mistakes, she told him this before but it doesn’t matter, she could shout it from the top of every building in Arcadia, Jim has to realize it himself.
“We’ve discussed this before. Your heart is stronger than you know” reminded Blinky
“What if heart isn’t enough? This is Gunmar. He's ruthless. He…He doesn’t show mercy”
Quick lashes of the war appeared in Y/n’s brain. Jim was right. Heart isn’t enough.
“That may be true, Jim but you’re kind, smart and strong, stronger than you think. Gunmar may be a ruthless monster or whatever, but he has never won anything” Y/n pushed Jim closer to her. No matter how insecure she feels right now, she trusts her brother and his ability to win this.
“That doesn’t change the fact that Gunmar is ruthless” Jim insisted.
“Yes, Gunmar is a savage,and that’s precisely why we left his violent ways and searched for a new path” Blinky recounted “Master Jim, as our Trollhunter you have been, eh, awful” Blinky gave him a half smile “so many times, making horrible, horrible mistakes”
“Hey!” the siblings complained at the same time
“I’m trying my best!”
“He is trying his best”
“Precisely!” Blinky put his hand on Jim’s shoulder “And that’s why I would follow you to the ends of the earth. You are human. You grow. You learn from your mistakes. You always try to make the right choice. Unlike Gunmar, I believe trolls can grow with you”
“Let’s hope you’re right” Jim sighed.
“Jim…”Y/n called for her brother. When she lifted her eyes, she noticed that all the signs were gone.
“The signs. Where’d they all go?” Jim looked around and couldn’t see the signs.
“Jim, Y/n” Blinky screamed as the three of them saw the last sign disappear behind a bush.
“Why is the bush growling?” Y/n started to take steps back as the gumm gumms started to emerge from the woods.
“Oh no, for the glory of Merlin daylight is mine to command”
Blinky and Y/n ran to the warehouse to alert the refugees of trollmarket while Jim distracted the gumm gumms.
“We’ve been compromised! We must defend our ground!” Blinky screamed as he closed the door with the help of Y/n.
“Jim!” Y/n screamed.
The trollhunter slowly lifted himself from the ground after a gumm gumm threw him through a window.
“I’m okay” he stood tall and grabbed her sister’s hand “I’m okay”
“Trolls, stand with me! For tonight, we…” Blinky found himself alone when the gumm gumms opened the door.
“Whatever” said a troll before leaving.
Y/n took a deep breath and ran to a lead pipe that laid on the other side of the room. Avoiding big, rocky hands, she grabbed the pipe from the floor and started swinging, trying to take the attention away from Aaarrrgghh and Blinky that were taking the trolls to the swears.
“There’s too many of them!” Y/n screamed to anyone who’ll listen.
“If only I could use my staff” she thought.
“We have to get them all…” screamed back Jim.
Draal rolled in and pushed Jim to the floor:
“I told you this husk wouldn’t stop coming after you but you let Draal live. Now you will die!” Gunmar laughed through Draal’s body and attacked Jim, taking the fight outside.
“No” Y/n whispered and with all her anger, kicked the gumm gumm she had on top of her, killing it when it hit the wall.
Y/n got tired. She dropped the lead pipe and undrawed her staff, taking care of the rest of the gumm gumm with some magic and the sharp end of it.
“Are you coming or not?” Asked NotEnrique.
Y/n and Blinky looked at eachother.
“We have to help Jim” she answer
They ran outside and followed the sound of the struggle of battle , quickly finding Jim standing on top of cursed Draal with his sword in his hand ready to strike.
“Master Jim! Don’t do it!” Screamed Blinky
“Do it, trollhunter!” Taunted Bular “If you think your armor’s too much to shoulder today. I’ll make sure it’ll break you tomorrow! I found you once. I will find you again. Kill him”
“I’m the trollhunter” Jim reminded him.
“Master Jim, we must leave at once”
“You cannot escape me. I’ll find you” Gunmar screamed as Blinky and Jim started to walk out. Y/n stood there observing him for a moment. She remembers him as stuff of nightmares, as the thing that would lure in the shadow that would bring her to tears as a child but now? She feels pity. How many times is he going to fight a war he is going to lose? How many times is going to try to win a world that doesn’t want him?
“What do you want, witch?” He spits
“You haven’t learnt your lesson, haven’t you?”
A/n: Happy new year’s 🎉🎉 I bet you weren’t expecting this huh? I’m uploading this with 2 hs of sleep and ready to go to a pool to keep parting 🫡 hope you’re having fun as well
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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.
#hisirdoux casperan#hisirdoux x reader#toa hisirdoux#wizards douxie#wizards tales of arcadia#wizards toa#x reader#oneshot#douxie x y/n#douxie x reader
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Hi! 😄 Can I request a fluffy dating headcanon with his shy!female!human! reader for Douxie? Please?? ~🌼
A/n: This is my first headcannon, I really hope I met your expectations for this. Hope you like it!
Special thanks to one of my besties: @itsgabby.2021 (IG) for helping me write this!
Dating the One and Only, Hisirdoux Casperan || Headcannon
You and Douxie knew each other for only a few years
Though, when the two of you interact, it's like you two have known each other for centuries
When the two of you met, it was literally,
And I mean literally
Love at first sight
You of all people didn't believe in love at first sight
But, you guessed anything could happen in this world
Talking about love
Douxie is a hopeless romantic when it comes to dates
He never really tells you when he wants to take you out
He just knocks on your front door and just says
"Let's go on a date, my love."
Douxie takes you out on a date like every week
The movies, picnic, going outside of Arcadia, cafe, dinner, you name it!
Whenever he comes to pick you up, he always has a gift for you
Chocolates, flowers, books, teddy bear, jewellery, the list goes on and on
Literally spoils the heck out of you
Treats you like ✨royalty✨
He let’s you steal his clothes
Will unexpectedly sweep you off your feet and carry you bridal-style
Always talks about how amazing you are to his friends and workmates
When your taking a stroll around town, he’d sometimes say, “That looks heavy…” (points as hand) “mind if I hold it?”
Bedazzles you with his magic
You always want to perform magic
But alas, you were a regular human being
To Douxie though, you're his princess and he wouldn't want you any other way
He loves when you snuggle next to him, or when you rest your head on his chest or shoulder
Douxie always knows when you have a bad day
He makes you tea and cuddles with you as long as you want
And you do the same to him
When the two of you are hanging out with your friends and are at a romantic place
The two of you cannot get your eyes off each other
Douxie and you just zone out and go into your own world, forgetting that you are both in public
Like any couple, you two have arguments
Though, your arguments are quite amusing
Well, they're amusing to Archie at least
You argue over what to eat, what actor you find attractive, who ate the last chip, who's stealing the blanket at night, the volume of Douxie's music, what movie to watch, and so many pointless arguments
But in the end, you make up by either one of you admitting or by a quick peck on the lips
Though, it's mostly the second one 😉
He loves to put on slow dance music when you least expect it
He‘ll drag you out to the living room and sway with you to the music
When you’re off in your own little world, Douxie will tap you on the nose and say ‘boop’, earning a little giggle from you
If you’re having trouble sleeping, he’s on it
He’ll grab his guitar out and sing for you until you eventually doze off
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