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escape-from-arcadia · 2 years

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Oooooohhh! 21 for the TOA AU thingy!

Tales of Arcadia Lunar Chronicles!AU

Book 21: Cinder by Marissa Meyer (#1 in The Lunar Chronicles)

Ohohohoho.

Ohohohohohohohoho.

Ohohohohohohohohohohohohoho!

You have no idea how excited I am for this one. I mean, technically, book 21 is Gathering Blue, but I just made a post about The Giver, so...shh. Let's just keep that secret between you and me...and all the other people reading this post...

We're rolling with the girl power here folks.

If you've never read the Lunar Chronicles, they're basically these books set in a futuristic sci-fi world and the main characters of the books are mirrored after fairytales. So Linh Cinder is a cyborg Cinderella (and she's also a cool mechanic!), Scarlet Benoit (hehe, Benoit!) is a badass Red Riding Hood, Cress is a hacker Rapunzel living in a satellite, and Winter is a rebellion leader princess Snow White. There's also Levana the "Evil Queen" with such an interesting and sad backstory like holy shit-

There's a society on the moon (and the people there have powers) and life on Earth is whack because of this deadly and mysterious disease that is spreading everywhere. Only the moon seems to have the resources for helping fight against it.

Gods I remember being obsessed with this series in middle school.

So let's get started.

I either put Mary into the place of Cinder or I put Zoe in. Zoe fits in really well with the personality/skills, but Cinder is canonically Asian and white-washing is big enough of a problem in this fandom. Plus, I want more badass Mary content here in the fandom. You saw that girl in 3Below; not only is she a social media powerhouse, she also knows how to swing a bat. So Mary takes the place of Cinder. (Plus, I think Zoe could do well as another main character in the Lunar Chronicles...)

I don't want to dive too deeply into spoiler territory, so I'll just say, Mary doesn't have her left hand and leg, and is a cyborg.

She loves technology and connecting with others (even getting to dress up pretty), but in order to make her own money, she runs a mechanic shop. This is also to "repay her debt" to her stepmother, who blames Mary for the death of her husband.

Mary constantly tries to cover herself up in decently clothing or robot grease to bring the least amount of attention to herself.

I really don't want to dive too deeply into spoiler territory, but let's just say Mary is not what she seems (even she doesn't know it).

She falls in love with the Prince of the Eastern Commonwealth, currently unnamed because what is life.

It is really hard to make this AU.

For the other female leads in the series:

Claire as Scarlet Benoit, searching for her missing grandmother and encountering the street fighter, the Wolf(?). I'd call Jim the Hunter, but that sort of ruins the fairytale...Maybe I'll call him the Troll? Oh, but that has poor connotations...

Zoe as Cress, living a lonely life in a satellite as an expert hacker.

Darci as Winter. Honestly, I see her as being a strong leader. (And her romance with Toby? A secret romance between the guard and the princes :')).

Morgana as Queen Levana. Holy shit, I loved her story Fairest.

I know that if we really wanted to play more into the TOA lore, Zoe may just be a better fit for Cinder and Claire even for Winter, but as above, I ain't about to whitewash or racebend characters. Besides, I think Mary and Darci need more time in the limelight.

If you send me an ask with a number between 1-36, I'll respond with a TOA AU based on the corresponding book on my shelf.

#the lunar chronicles #tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia au #toa au #mary wang #claire nuñez #jim lake jr #zoe ashildr #darci scott #prismarts

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tenebrius-excellium · 2 years

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14, 17 and 25 for writer's ask please bab! 💙💙💙💙💙

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaasss THANK YOU PRISM!!!!

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

I. Know. Everything.

People are and should be scared of borrowing from me. I remember everything. Over the years I have sort of developed a sixth sense for people who are trustworthy to lend things to, and for those who aren't. The former, I trust with my life. The latter, well, they teach me generosity in a way. They think I'm lending them something when in reality I know I am gifting it to them because with them, I will never see my thing again. I'm never giving out free books though. They are my precious - in fact, I've started to collect some antiques, so no. Nobody lays a hand on my books lol.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

This is super sweet - I bet another writer would love to be asked this question - don't get me wrong, I love it too - but I'd rather keep all of it to myself right now. I only have one WIP, it has a massive word count and I'm currently insecure about it. I did invent a new town called Inslah though. It's the last fortress before the Southern Desert. It's dope.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

He is a badass horseman. By badass I mean badass. Trick riding, barrel racing, rodeo, what have you. His bond with the horses is incredible. My man can ride. Too bad it never does anything for the story lol. He's just...not a show-off and does it mostly for himself. I don't think his companions know all that he can do on horseback.

Thx for asking Prism!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#SO MUCH FUN!#someone keep asking pls #this ask sheet is so cool #ask #asks #prismarts #wherethekitethought #ask meme

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bubblesandstuff · 1 year

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(via Color prism explosion Comforter by Remco Kouw)

#findyourthing #redbubble #colorexplosion prismart rainbowart abstractart contemporaryart modernart digitalart painting mixedmedia vibrantcolors

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turrondeluxe · 7 months

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BANYANYA MIKEY MADE ON STREAM FROM A WHILE AGO! (he's a marketable sticker too here lol)

CHECK OUT BERRY AND CHEESENARDO BY @prismarts HERE!!!! :D

#THE STREAM MASCOT EVER #hes so silly #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #my art

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lumosandnoxwriting · 2 years

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Unexpected Visitor || Fred Weasley

Title: Unexpected Visitor Summary: Fred’s day doesn’t go as planned when an unexpected visitor shows up at his office Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI! This contains, daddy kink, breeding kink, cockwarming, unportected vaginal sex, dirty talk, degradation. A/N: ceo!fred is back!!! Also pls creampie responsibly! Tags: @pandaxnienke @raerae27 @hufflrpuffforfred @theweasleysredhair @dracoswhore007 @amourtentiaa @lexymoniqu @p0tat0nug @levylovegood @mischiefisbeingmanaged @littleweaslette @inglourious-imagines @darthwheezely @rosaliepostsstuff @prismarts @thisismysketchbook @freds-slut @izzyyy-1 @gwhogwartslover @rqmanoff @amarabln @hey-kenna @haroldpotterson @fancy-pantaloons @fand0mskullfa1ry

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“Mr. Weasley, your wife is here to see you.”

Fred can’t help the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth as his secretary’s voice comes through the intercom on his desk and he immediately reaches forward to hit the button that allows him to answer her.

“You can send her in, thanks Sherri.”

Leaning back in his chair Fred beckons Y/N closer as she steps through the door, pushing back from his desk so he can pull her into his lap as soon as she’s within reach. “Well, well, well,” he drawls, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other cups her cheek so he can thread his fingers through her hair, “What a nice surprise this is.”

Y/N grins at Fred, gently gripping his chin before tilting his head back so she can press a soft kiss to his lips. “I was running some errands in the neighborhood, figured I’d stop in to say hi.”

Fred hums in reply, eyes drifting closed as he pulls her in for a longer kiss. It feels so much like it used to in the early stages of their relationship, back when Y/N was his secretary and she’d find any excuse to sneak into his office for a few stolen moments. He chuckles as their lips part and lets her pull away just enough so that he can look at her face fully.

“You sure you’re not just trying to relive the good days, eh?” he teases, giving Y/N a grin. “If you really miss working here that much I’m sure Sherri wouldn’t mind being reassigned somewhere so you can have your old job back.”

“You’re such a prat,” Y/N admonishes with an eyeroll, shaking her head fondly. “I much prefer spending all of your money, rather than helping you make it.”

“Ah, and here I thought you loved me for something else big and thick in my pants, not my wallet,” Fred jokes, letting out a laugh when Y/N smacks him on the chest.

“Can’t I love both?” Y/N responds with a grin. Her thumb just barely brushes Fred’s bottom lip, her own caught between her teeth as she looks at him. “Can I tell you the real reason why I’m here?”

The breathy quality that Y/N’s voice has taken on makes Fred’s cock twitch in his trousers, and all he can do for a moment is nod as his brain struggles to come up with a coherent thought. “Of course, baby. Tell Daddy why you came to see him.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s back as she shifts on Fred’s lap, thighs squeezing together in a way that’s supposed to be subtle, but doesn’t get past him. “I need you,” she whispers, shifting so that she’s now straddling Fred’s lap rather than sitting sideways across it. “I woke up this morning and the bed was so empty and my cunt was throbbing but my Daddy wasn’t there to make it feel better. And I tried to use my toys and my fingers but they’re not you,” Y/N whines before a breathy moan leaves her lips and hips shift so she can grind her cunt against Fred’s hardening cock.

“Fuck,” Fred groans. He grips Y/N’s hips with his hands, fingers digging into the flesh of her sides so hard her dress starts to drag up from her thighs and over the curve of her ass. “Your pretty little cunt was so desperate for my cock that you had to come all the way here to see me, baby? Needed me so badly that you couldn’t wait for me to get home?”

Y/N whines as she nods, hips rolling to get the friction she so desperately needs. “Yes, Daddy, yes,” she manages to choke out, fingers gripping Fred’s shoulders for dear life.

“Oh baby,” Fred tuts, shaking his head patronizingly. He presses his lips together to keep a grin from spreading as an idea pops into his head, and he takes a moment to compose himself before continuing. “Thank you for being so honest with Daddy, and this was really such a nice surprise but,” he pauses as Y/N’s hips immediately still, allowing himself to give her a small smile. “But I’ve got so much work to do today, baby. After all, you know how important Daddy is, and how can I keep paying the AmEx bill if I spend all day with my cock buried in your cunt instead of working?”

Fred shifts forward slightly and kisses Y/N briefly. “So thank you so much for the visit, baby. But I really have to get back to work now.”

“Daddy, no, please,” Y/N begs, pulling herself even closer to Fred. “I’ll be such a good girl, Daddy, I promise. You won’t even know I’m here. You can even keep working, please.”

“Yeah?” Fred asks, unable to keep the shit eating grin off of his face. “You’re so desperate for my cock you’d just sit here in my lap for the rest of the day, keeping it nice and warm in your cunt while I work?”

“Yes,” Y/N responds breathlessly, hips once again starting to grind down against him. “I promise Daddy, please.”

Rather than respond, Fred shifts Y/N down further on his lap so his hands can work on the closure of his trousers. As he shoves his pants and boxers down his hip Y/N lifts the hem of her dress, exposing her bare cunt to the air of the room. “Dirty girl,” he groans, cock twitching as he pulls it free.

Not needing any more of an invitation, Y/N lifts herself up on her knees, letting the tip of Fred’s cock drag through her wetness before notching it at the entrance to her cunt and sinking down onto him. She lets out a breathy moan while Fred buries his noise of pleasure in her hair, hips moving until their bodies are flush together.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” Fred praises as Y/N settles in his lap, his cock twtiching as her cunt squeezes around him. “Such a good fucking cocksleeve, princess,” he groans, hands gripping her hips for a brief moment before releasing her. “Now sit here nice and pretty while Daddy gets back to work.”

Soon Fred’s rhythmic typing on his keyboard and Y/N’s soft pants are the only noises that fill the room. She can’t help but clench her cunt around him, head resting on Fred’s shoulder with her face pressed into his neck. Y/N can feel how wet her cunt is, and she’s sure that the front of Fred’s trousers are already soaked through.

All she can feel is Fred’s cock, feel the way is stretching her in the way her body had been craving. Every slight movement of her body seems to shift his cock even deeper, and Y/N’s thighs tremble as Fred’s cock head presses against the spot in her cunt that makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. It’s taking every ounce of willpower she possesses not to just take what she wants, to just rock in Fred’s lap until she’s cumming all over his cock, consequences be damned.

As if sensing her inner battle Fred presses one of his hands against Y/N’s lower back, pressing them even closer together in a way that makes her whine. “Perfect little cunt,” Fred murmurs, keeping his eyes focused on his work as Y/N squirms in his lap. “This fucking cunt was made for me, wasn’t it, princess?”

A humorless chuckle passes through Fred’s lips as all Y/N manages to do is nod, his cock twitching as her cunt pulses around him. “This fucking cunt is mine,” he continues, voice low. “Mine to touch, mine to play with, mine to fuck.” Suddenly Fred thrusts his hips up, making Y/N gasp sharply. “Mine to fucking breed,” he practically growls, making her shiver in his lap.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?” he questions. “Put on this fucking dress without anything underneath it and came all the way over here so that I’d stuff you with my cock and my cum until you’re fucking full of my baby. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Y/N responds, unable to sit still any longer. She starts to slowly rock her hips, letting quiet moans fall from her lips as her clit brushes against Fred’s pubic bone. “I want it so bad Daddy, please.”

“So fucking desperate for it,” Fred starts, letting himself fully give in to her. He places his hands on her hips, slowly helping guide her movements. “Don’t worry baby, Daddy’s gonna give you just what you fucking want. Gonna fill this cunt up until you’re full, princess. Full of my cock, my cum, my baby. Make sure everyone knows who this slutty little cunt belongs to.”

That’s all it takes to push Y/N to the edge and with a few more rocks of her hips she’s cumming, a whine of Fred’s name falling from her mouth as her toes curl and her cunt clenches around his cock. Fred uses his grip on her hips to keep her moving in his lap, his own hips shifting to fuck up into Y/N as he works towards his own orgasm.

“That’s it, princess,” Fred coos as he fucks her, fingers digging into her hips. “Soak my cock, baby, make a mess in Daddy’s lap.”

Fred’s words mixed with the way he’s fucking her quickly push Y/N over the edge once again, tears falling from the corners of her eyes as her cunt pulses around him in an another orgasm. Fred holds her through it, his hips pumping erratically as he furiously chases his own orgasm.

After one, two, three more thrusts of his hips he presses Y/N down against his lap tightly, getting his cock as deep inside of her as he can, his cock twitching with his orgasm as he fills her up just as he’d promised.

He keeps her on his lap as they both come down, one hand rubbing her back soothingly as he takes a deep breath. As soon as he feels under control Fred leans forward and hits the button on his intercom.

“Sherri? Why don’t you head out early. I’m just going to finish a few things up and then I’m taking Y/N out for an early dinner, have a good weekend.”

Fred presses a kiss to Y/N’s head as Sherri thanks him, and he carefully pushes away from his desk before slowly standing up. He holds Y/N tight to his body, softening cock still buried in her cunt as he carries her over to the sofa. It’s not until she’s carefully laid out on the couch, throw pillow holding up her hips that Fred pulls out of her cunt, both of them letting out a soft groan.

“Fred,” Y/N gasps as his fingers suddenly enter her, hips twitching at the zing of pleasure it sends up her spine.

“Shh,” Fred coos, giving her a wink. “Just putting it all back where it belongs, baby. Now be a good girl and keep this all inside where it belongs while I finish a few things up, and Daddy will give you more before we go home.”

#Fred Weasley #Fred Weasley imagine #Fred Weasley smut #fw #golden

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multiprism · 2 years

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i just love her so much u guys

#clown #clown oc #prismart #her name is poppy btw and her backstory is ridiculous

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prismjiinx · 3 months

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C is for Cloudtail

He was one of my favorite parts of TPB when I read it for the first time.

#warrior cats #cloudtail #alphabet challenge #prismart

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daydream-believin · 4 months

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a real stand up guy ba dum tss

summary: you get stood up by an internet man. douxie, your waiter and secret admirer, remedies that jackass’s mistake.

warnings: uh. swearing, alcohol, i’m too lazy to proof, the yooj. oh and doux doesn’t know how to handle this crush without getting slightly into stalker territory sorry. its a red flag but i think its cute. you may not think its cute.

a/n: tumblr was glitching while i tried to post this so idk how many paragraphs i accidentally erased. i mean i tried my best to make that number 0. but anyways if something is off let me know. the challenge for this one is that im not allowed to use italics. which you should know was very hard for me agshjfkgjdjh

taglist: @moppetwithamanbun @alovesongshewrote @blixeon @prismarts @fantasyiswaybetterthanreality @ukuleles-and-roses

okay quick psa i know it’s been years so if you want off the taglist just hmu. also if you were on the taglist and got taken off thats bc tumblr says you don’t exist anymore

uh this was a request. i’m not doing requests tho dont think that. looking back yeah that ask if from march 2022 and this doesn’t even match up to what you asked 😂 im so sorry @rose-writes-shit

you took a peek at your watch. 7:34 o’ clock. letting your head fall into the open palm of your propped up hand, you sighed.

coffee meets bagel boy was supposed to have met you at 7:00.

of fucking course. you let your plucky pink-haired coworker convince you to download a fucking dating app and make a profile, just for the only guy who had actually been interested enough in you to ask you on a real date to stand you up. makes sense.

it’s not like you’ve ever had luck with these kind of things. it’s not like you’ve ever had luck period. your kind might be the black cat of humans.

you’ve spent way too long eating the free bread at a mr. benoit’s of all places. it was the “classiest” establishment in the certain suburban hellscape of california you inhabited, albeit. you took in the scenery for the millionth time that night with a renewed sense of disgust. at least now you had a legitimate reason to hate this place.

your waiter slinked over, and you could tell he felt bad for you with the awkward shuffling gait to the pity grimace on his face.

“so, uh, perhaps more bread?”

you rolled your face towards him, arbitrarily throwing animosity his way with your dead eyes, just because he was there. but soon your compulsive desire to be the funniest pathetic wretch in the room won out.

“i’m considering burning this whole place down right now, actually,” you joked.

he grit his teeth, sucking in a breath, “could i perhaps convince you to do that on a night i’m not closing, instead? tomorrow is my least favorite coworker’s turn, for your consideration,”

“hmm,” you pretended to think, “i’ll take your suggestion then, it’s only kind,”

“thank you for your generosity,” he grinned, “now, are you still waiting for someone or?”

douxie had been watching you for over half an hour now. not creepily. he swears. he just got a little excited when he saw you come into the restaurant is all.

anddd maybe he might have badgered the host into giving you one of his tables. but again, he was just excited. he’s been looking for an excuse to talk to you for the past three months, after all. forgive him for jumping on the opportunity.

he maybe fancied you. just a wee bit. perhaps a rather large bit. or at least, the version of you he’s cooked up in his head from the way he sees you interact with people at house parties and the things he’s heard from zoe.

but he’s sure he’ll love you. as soon as he gets to know who you actually are. which, hopefully, is about to be sooner rather than later.

he did not anticipate this situation, however. whatever benevolent deity blessed him on this night decided to throw a jar of pickled herring in with the otherwise yummy pastry filled gift basket they left for him.

not long after you arrived at 6:56 pm, not that he marked the time you came in or anything he just happened to glance at the clock around that time, he watched you, how they say, deflate. your demeanor shifted from antsy to sad to downright annoyed.

you were dressed nicely. not fancy, not pretending like this wasn’t a benoit’s. but nice. orderly. like you wanted to make a good impression on whoever it was you were expecting to meet. so either a date, or mayhaps a job interview.

not that you didn’t look nice or orderly on other days. you just weren’t in your hex tech uniform shirt. or in the incredibly casual clothes you wore when he saw you around. you were just. clearly cleaned-up, is all.

whoever it was, it was obvious that they were not coming. doux applauded you for being patient enough to wait this long, but again, they obviously weren’t coming. which, if it was a date, was good for him, but bad for you. very bad for you.

and honestly who does this person think they are? letting you down like this? horrible. disgraceful. this person was a grade A jerk-off. they have to be dead from the neck up to leave you waiting here like this, publicly embarrassing you as you sat at a table set for two all alone at one of the busiest restaurants in town. shame on them.

he was glad you seemed to be in the joking mood, however. and about arson, too. oh, he’s always had a soft spot for arsonists.

he hoped you’ll forgive him for having to do his job. if it was up to him, he’d give you all the bread in the pantry just so you wouldn’t leave. but alas, he had to deal the killing blow.

“now, are you still waiting for someone, or?”

your eyes drifted downward to the empty wineglass in your hand as you swirled it sarcastically as if it were still full.

you sighed, “yeah, no, it’s clear he doesn’t plan on showing,” you looked back up at him ruefully, “i’ll order now. i shouldn’t have waited this long for an internet man, anyway, huh? could’ve made it less pathetic.”

“i don’t think there’s a way to make these things any ‘more’ or ‘less’ pathetic,” he began taking out his notepad, ready to write, “because i wouldn’t call it pathetic at all. getting stood up is a thing that’s done to you, not because of who you are, but because of who someone else chooses to be… unless you stole this guy’s car or something. then it’s your fault.”

you laughed. genuinely.

“no, no, it’s a first date. i haven’t known this guy long enough to steal his car yet. but thanks… that’s. a better outlook than mine. kinder,” you apologized, “… uh, can i have like, the cheapest bottle of white wine you’ve got back there? the whole thing this time.”

“i take it back. that definitely made it pathetic.”

while you shared a laugh, douxie mentally congratulated himself. you had just given him the information that a) you were single and b) you were into men. a good day to be a charming single man, then. he had a chance.

“so are you ordering any real food as well? or did you plan on just having wine and bread for dinner? have to say, i don’t think that’s wise, love.”

“well i suppose i gotta, since, i’ve, uh, eaten three baskets of complimentary bread,” you stumbled over your words for a second there, “and i’m sure it’d make the manager mad if it didn’t, right?”

“right you are. he’s uh,” douxie lowered his voice, “he’salreadybeenonmydickaboutyou so yeah, you gotta. plus i’m just— you should eat something, yeah.”

you awkwardly turned your attention to the menu as you did that thing where you hold it and pretend to look over the menu as you order like you forgot or something, “the duck confit sounds good for tonight, i think,”

douxie snorted.

“no, no, that wasn’t a joke,” you shook your head, smiling fondly, “i actually just like duck, i promise. no sarcasm. i do understand the irony though. i get it.”

he didn’t completely believe you, “well then, one order of duck confit, coming right up. be back shortly, love.”

doux grabbed the breadbasket on his way out.

when he glanced back to throw you a short and unnoticeable but longing stare, as he paused in the kitchen doorway, you were fidgeting with the flowers on the table. he should get that order in now.

when your waiter came back with food, he placed two plates down on the table. you looked at him like he had suddenly grown a second head as he took the other seat as well.

“what are you—“

“i called in a favor with the owner. i’m still working but, i’ve got a bit of free time now. if you don’t mind me joining you,”

you shook your head in astonishment.

“not at all,” you smiled, still absolutely flabbergasted that this man would do something like this for you, “you’re douxie, right? zoe’s mentioned you a lot.”

“oH—,” he coughed, “oh, uh, she has?“

“yeah,”

he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “only good things, i pray?”

“oh, sure. sure. good things,” you took a demure little sip of your glass to torture him with the pause implying the contrary.

he swallowed audibly. nervous, then. what dirt did zoe have on him. you watched as he awkwardly shoved up the sleeves of his shirt, perhaps feeling a bit warm now. it was cute.

you’d be sure to ask zoe all about him later. how could you not. this was the most interesting thing to happen all year. and it’s december.

you racked your brain for what you knew of this guy for conversation topics.

“you’re in zoe’s band, right? the lead guitarist.”

his face lit up at the mention of it, “oh, yes. you’ve seen us?”

“once or twice, i believe.”

it wasn’t really your thing, live music. you mostly hung around the back of the bar when you got dragged to shows. you liked loud, sometimes. just not often. it really depended on how your brain was feeling that day.

“well, you’ve gotta come to the next gig, then, at least. i’m sure zoe’s already invited you?” you nodded. “the venue’s holding a wee little music festival, it’s going to be nuclear,”

“ah, that’s fun,” you smiled. that sounded like hell but now that two very enthusiastic wizards have invited you, you don’t have the heart to weasel your way out of it. you’ll bring the “XTREME” ear plugs.

“but yeah, the bands great. i love that i get to play with my mates now. a team that works as well together as we do is rare, so i really appreciate them.”

“speaking of,”

doux hummed inquisitively.

“what’s going on with zoe and that new girly y’all’ve got on the drums?”

“oh,” he paused to take a sip, narrowing his eyes mischievously, “they’re boning.”

you clasped your hands together excitedly, “thank you! you’ve just won me a betting pool.”

he almost had to spit the wine back into his glass,“hhhh. how many?”

“oh, just the entirety of the hex tech arcadia staff.”

“i’m not sure she’ll be happy to hear that.”

“which is why you won’t tell her, mr. casperan,” you placed your hand over his with a cheshire cat grin.

well, he couldn’t argue with that.

dinner progressed. alas, you can’t say you lingered as long as you wanted to on conversation. you were kinda rushing things because you felt a little guilty doux was getting someone to cover for him while you had your little date. was this a date. it had to be. as mentioned, he’s going out of his way for this, and you can’t imagine he’d go through all this trouble because he wasn’t interested in you. but then again, you couldn’t believe he was interested in you either.

“do you like cryptozoology?” douxie tried his best to ask nonchalantly while he scratched the bridge of his nose to look a little less interested. he was feeling a bit energized since talking about the band. you had been paying attention to him like he’d been paying attention to you, if only in passing.

“a tad more than the average californian wizard, why?”

“well, later this weekend, i’ve got a job exterminating a goblin infestation in the next town over,”

“snelling?”

“yeah, snelling. the guy i was partnering with told me he was backing out this morning, so now i’ll be going it alone. and im sure you know how fighting goblins alone usually goes.”

“makes it easier for them to gang up on you, yes.”

“see, that’s why i’m asking if you’d be interesting in taking his place?”

“well, i’ve got the weekend off and nothing to do,” he knew that, he got the hex tech schedule from zoe every week(to know how to schedule band practice. and, if he also took a peak at your schedule, it was purely accidental. yeah.), “so, i don’t see why not.”

doux grinned, both relieved he wouldn’t be fighting goblins alone, and feeling clever that he found an excuse to spend more time with you, “perfect, i’ll text you the details? but, oh, i don’t have your number do i?”

you were about to ask why he couldn’t just tell you in person right now, but he said that soo hammy. it took .01 seconds to understand what he was doing. you snorted.

“okay, okay, here,” you held out your hand and he gladly placed his unlocked phone in your hand. you made the contact and sent yourself a text of the first emoji he had in his recents, which happened to be🫀. ah, a goth romantic. you gave him back his phone.

“perfect. thank you, love.” he tucked the phone into his chest dramatically before placing in back into his pocket.

you rolled your eyes fondly, “you know, goblin smashing isn’t exactly my idea of the perfect second date, you might have to turn up the charm.”

“oh, i’m sure i’ll make it worth your while,” he let his head fall into his palm propped up on the table, gaze going soft, “so was this a perfect first date, then?”

you laughed, “hardly. all things considered. but—“

“but?”

“but i’m glad it happened this way. i’ve had a good time, mr. casperan.”

he grinned in agreement, “me too.”

you put your hand on top of the one he left resting on the table, and he took the opportunity to take that hand and gently lay a kiss to the top of your knuckles. he lingered for a moment, eyes shut tight to take in the tenderness of the moment.

alas, he has to go back to work now.

doux pulled out your chair and helped you to your feet. you thanked him as he started stacking the dishes.

“should i—?”

“no, god no,” he chuffed, “i’m the waiter, remember? i work here.”

“oh yeah.”

that reminded you. you shuffled for your wallet, but he stopped you.

“i’m paying for dinner, love. go enjoy the rest of your evening, i’ll text you after i close.”

“you sure?” it didn’t really sit right with you, considering he probably took a pay cut by not working the whole time you were on this little “date.”

“well,” he paused, and placed the dishes back onto the table for time being, “you could leave me a tip, if you know what i mean. just a teeny thing—“

“c’mere,” you snickered as you pulled him down by the lapels to kiss him.

chaste, just a peck. but perfect and sweet all the same.

when you pulled back, you watched as douxie held his eyes closed for just a moment longer than he need to before letting that blinding all encompassing smile bloom across his face.

“well then, a very goodnight to you, y/n l/n.”

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