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28. What’s something that reminds them of their partner(s)? Do they have anything on them daily as a reminder (a photo, phone background, tattoo, clothing/accessory, etc)?
Illy being in Camelot for the past 900 years without Douxie around, tried to teach herself how to play his old lute to recreate all the old songs he would play so I think just the memory of Douxie's music and later on when they're reunited and together, his music in general is just something she commits to memory, hums along to it and hums his songs whenever he isn't around or they have to be seperated because it reminds her of him so so much and other little things like the smell of cloves and pastries (for his love of pies). Douxie gave her a matching skull pendant and she wears it all the time because its something he gifted her and its almost like a piece of him.
Douxie always unknowingly finds things that remind him of Illy, whether it be old bookstores, flowers or especially butterflies... There was once he saw a butterfly with the most vibrant and beautiful turquoise wings that he just.... immediately thought of Illy....how the butterfly matched the colour of her magic and the colour of her eyes....(he could have sworn the butterfly looked like it had a magic aura to it too..) But he also sees different constellations as a reminder of her, to the times she would ramble on about all the different stars. Nature in general just reminds him of her, her love of nature, her fondness for flowers and all the facts she would ramble to him about when it comes to flowers. I like to think Douxie has picked up one of Illy's sketches of Merlin's workshop and just...held onto it...even after he left...he just has it to remind him of her.
30. Free space! Say something about this ship that you want to say!
Fun fact! I guess, Illy was created because I wanted to make Moppet! Douxie a friend! She was created to be a friend he could count on and who supported him back in Camelot cause boi needed all the support he could get, please.
But my general viewing and favour of platonic Zouxie and talking to a friend just kinda turned Illy into a character who's a little more than that and Douxilly into the longest slow burn friends to lovers I could have fathomed-
TFW it takes 'canonically' 900 years for them to get together :3
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Douxie x Non!Magic Reader #1
- The first time he saw you, you’d wandered into Arcane Books. You’re skimming through a book when Douxie greets you kindly, asking if he can help you with anything.
- Of course, your heart skips a beat because wow he’s beautiful.
- You’re all awkward and blushing, kind of stumbling over your words. Douxie smiles and laughs gently, reassuring you. You two have a nice chat about the book’s contents.
- It’s a slow burn on Douxie’s end. While he’s charming and sweet-talks the ladies, being in a romantic relationship’s never been a concern of his. But nevertheless, he does find you endearing from the get-go.
- The next time you see him is when you’re eating dinner at the cafe. Douxie recognizes you and waves. Noticing your drink is almost empty, Douxie gives you a refill and you exchange pleasantries. He tells you why he works two jobs. You make sure to give him a nice tip.
- That’s how it is for a while, glimpsing and talking with Douxie at his two jobs. Sure you have a small crush on him, but you also just love him as a person. Douxie’s so kind and humble and a rebel in the best way.
- Douxie finds he quite enjoys your company, too. Soon the two of you consider each other good friends.
- Douxie invites you to an Ash Dispersal Pattern concert. Standing amidst jumping and thrashing rockers and metal heads, it’s all background noise because you can’t tear your eyes away from Douxie. How he plays his guitar like it’s the air he breathes. How he sings like he’ll never sing again. You didn’t know he had tattoos on his biceps and shoulders cause you’ve never seen him without his sweatshirt.
- Douxie sees you in the crowd and smiles at you. And at that moment, you know this way more than a crush.
- You’re speechless after the concert. Douxie jogs over, all sweaty and unkempt from rocking out, and thanks you for coming. All you can do is stare at him like an idiot.
- You sputter out how amazing he his band was. Douxie chuckles.
- Ok so you know that’s there’s something...mysterious about Douxie. You really start suspecting something when you’re out on a late night stroll and see Douxie locking up Benoit’s. You’re about to call out to him, but you notice him glancing around as if seeing making sure no can see him. He then runs down an alleyway, what looks to be a black cat following him.
- You decide to observe him the next couple of nights. Sure enough, Douxie always looks around before disappearing into the night. You’ve taken note of the bags under Douxie’s eyes (that you’ve honestly grown fond of). What’s he up to?
- One night, you decide to follow him. And you’re almost immediately knocked onto your back by something. Some sort of monster. You cower before the creature and shut your eyes, terrified and waiting, before a familiar voice yells your name.
- There’s a bright flash of sky blue and the monster is slammed up against a dumpster. Douxie emerges from the darkness, holding out his left hand. Gone is his watch, replaced with some kind of...gauntlet? Arm bracelet? It’s secured around his entire forearm and blue symbols are emanating off its surface,
- You watch Douxie do the monster in in utter disbelief. The monster is swallowed up by a blue portal. Douxie’s at your side, gently grabbing your arm and making sure you’re alright.
- So....Douxie’s a wizard. A 900 year old wizard. Wizards, and apparently monsters and demons and specters, are a thing. Also cats can talk and dragons exist.
- Now that you know, you inevitably get caught up in the secret shenanigans of Arcadia. Magic and trolls and what not.
- Throughout it all, you and Douxie grow closer. Douxie knows how vulnerable you are as a normal human. Though you’ve proven yourself more than capable in many ways, but Doux can’t help but worry about you. You’ve become someone important to him and he just wants to protect you.
- Que Douxie wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side as he magic blasts a monster that was about to eat you into next week. Your head nearly explodes cause holy fuzzbuckets you’ve never been this close him, close enough to feel the warmth on your cheek of his skin exposed by his lowcut shirt, close enough to smell him (spices...cloves?). You’ve never been so close to his face when looks down at you to make sure you’re okay. His golden eyes are so pretty and so full of concern and his blue tipped hair is framing his handsome face. You realize he’s still holding you and you frantically wiggle away with a quick thanks, leaving Douxie confused.
- One day when you’re hanging out, Douxie takes off his sweatshirt. You’re sitting next to him as he scrolls through his playlist, going on about Papa Skull, before you absentmindedly begin to trace his tattoos with your finger. Douxie startles, feeling an odd tingling where your fingers had gently touched him, and you almost erupt from how embarrassed you are because what are you even doing.
- Doux...doesn’t mind it all, actually. A thought he doesn’t understand.
- Douxie hates seeing you in pain, whether you’ve been injured by a monster or you’re upset and crying. He’s super gentle and sweet as he heals your wounds. He loves using magic to cheer you up or comforting you with a song.
- Archie and Zoe start picking up on something, making knowing comments here and there. Douxie doesn’t think anything of it cause he’s an oblivious doorknob
- A man of affectionate touches, Douxie will gently hold your arms or cradle your face in his hands when you’re worried or distressed.
- When you find yourself lost in time and in medieval Camelot, Douxie finds himself staring when he sees you in a medieval dress (much like Claire’s). He’s not sure why. He thinks you look pretty and feels his face go warm.
- Moppet!Douxie thinks you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen.
- When some knights during Battle Royal flirt with you, Douxie doesn’t like that at all. He’s not sure why it bothers him so much but it does and the next thing he knows he’s stepping in. He loosely throws an arm around your shoulders and passively shoos them away.
- Moppet!Douxie tries flirting with you (with hilariously less tact than his future self) which means, yes, Douxie’s getting jealous of himself. You think Moppet!Douxie is the cutest thing and you can’t help babying him a little, which doesn’t help.
- You can’t help but wonder if the Douxie you know feels the same way.
- Doux becomes especially more aggressive with his magic when something threatens you. Like his eyes start glowing a little it’s that serious.
- Lots of hugs. You hug him after Morgana dies. You hate seeing him so distraught, being so hard on himself. You hug him when Merlin dies. You hug him after Merlin’s staff is destroyed. And Douxie finds that he loves holding you. Douxie buries his face into the crook of your neck, holding you close and trembling and sniffling. You rub his back and run your hand through his hair.
- When you pull apart, Douxie gazes at you, his face streaked with tears. You both become too flustered to keep looking at each other, but Douxie holds your hand for a while after each embrace. He notes how small your hands are compared to his.
- Douxie realizes his feelings when he thinks about losing you to the Arcane Order. He wasn’t prepared for how much the thought would hurt, how unbearable that would be.
- Upon this epiphany, Douxie’s moppetness shows the next time he sees you because wow you’re so beautiful and amazing and how did he not see it earlier?
- Douxie pulls you into an embrace before you board the ship with Krel and the others to go back down to Arcadia. You wonder why this hug feels so...desperate. He pulls away and you don’t know why he looks so pained.
- Douxie takes in how beautiful you are. He kisses your forehead before forcing himself to let go and finish his business with the Order.
- Your heart clenches in your chest because could it be that Douxie feels the same way and now he’s going back to face Bellroc and Skrael alone?
- Believing it’s the end, Douxie bids farewell in his heart to his friends. You’re the last person he thinks of, and his last thought is how much he loves you.
- Everything inside you shatters as you watch Douxie, completely limp, plummet towards the ground. Your eyes burn with tears as you lean over Douxie’s lifeless body. When Claire, Steve, and Archie catch up, you’re sobbing into Douxie’s chest. You press your lips against his cheek, believing this is goodbye...
- ....And when he wakes up, you tackle him back to the ground in a hug, wailing with relief into his shoulder. Douxie groans in pain but firmly wraps his arms around you, overcome with the reality that he can still be with you.
- Your heart sinks when he goes to leave with Archie and Nari. You’re still holding hands when Douxie boards the ship.
- “I’ll be seeing you Champions of Arcadia soon enough. And...,” Douxie gazes at you lovingly before kissing your knuckles, “....you, my darling. Wait for me.”
- Your fingers pull apart as the ship ascends. Your heart swells and you smile.
- “Always.”
#wow this was long#hope you all liked this#Douxie is prime husband material let me tell you#a powerful wizard boi and his little normal love#ahhh so cute#i may write more douxie x reader stuff i dunno yet#waaaah i got giggles and fuzzies writing this#to be continued i guess?#hisirdoux casperan#douxie#douxie x reader#toa wizards#tales of arcadia#Douxie smells like cloves and I just love that#This'll sound kinda weird but I really love Douxie's collarbone area#His skin looks so soft and warm and I bet he smells nice#Soft cute punk wizard boi
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Dark Roast
Douxie x digital artist reader blurb, part of my Grounded series || all fluff ok this is so self-indulgent
There really was nothing like dusk. Your latest project lay in your lap, but your hands were nowhere near it. No, they were loosely around the cup of tea resting on your stomach, digits basking in the deep orange sunset with your stylus still between them. Head tilted back, resting over the back of the chair, you reveled in the warmth on your face.
The silence was barely disturbed by the soft open and close of the front door. You knew it was Douxie, so you remained where you were to enjoy the sun's last moments of the day. That is, until the door to your home office creaked open.
Keeping your eyes closed, you smiled as you felt him put his weight on your armrests, caging you in the chair.
"Hey," he said, smile audible.
You giggled a bit but stayed quiet.
"I said 'Hey', love." His shadow fell over your closed eyes and his breath fanned over your cheek.
A snicker, but nothing more from you.
"I suppose I'll just have to withhold your post-work kisses. Shame, I worked with the caramel today."
"Noo, I want some caramel," you whined, smile wide as you lifted your head, careful not to hit him.
"Hmm, cuddles first," he said, eyes flicking to your lips.
"Nothing in life is free, not even affection. When will it all end?" You placed your tea on your desk and let him take you to the bedroom, sensing the fatigue in his movements even through your sun-warmed haze.
Douxie seemed to melt into the pillow the second he got in bed. You haphazardly brought a light blanket over you both before beckoning him to lay his head on your chest. Your arm rested behind his head as he snuggled in and heaved a sigh.
His breathing evened not long after, giving you the opportunity to enjoy the smell of books, coffee, and cloves that surrounded your lover. The first two you understood, considering his day jobs, but the gentle scent of cloves and deep forest was all him.
Tracing the ink along his shoulders, you soon joined him in his gentle slumber.
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I write poetry about us, love. The words just come to me and I spill them out over the keys, streams of letters that somehow spell out exactly how much my soul misses yours. Kin drama and fandom discourse pass by me ignored because all I can think about is you. The tarot cards say I shall never see you again, only talk to you sometime somewhere in the vast lands of the future. I like to wish they're lying, but deep in my heart I know they are not.
I remember your smell, love. Black tea and lavender, cloves and electricity. Your fingers, rough from the strings, brushing over mine when you passed me a cup. No matter how far we strayed, how long we traveled, you somehow smelled the same.
I see you everywhere, love. I see you in the bright blue of the sky cut with clouds, I see you in the brown of my favorite Earl Grey, I see you in the sheet music laid out across my floor. I hear you in a burst of a stranger's laughter, in a rockin' guitar chord, in the purrs of my cat. I taste you in the bite of peppermint gum, in the smoothness of honey, in the tang of ocean air.
I can't recall your touch, love. I don't remember what your lips felt like on my skin, on my forehead when we hugged, on my cheek on the way out the door, on my own lips deep and passionate before a battle. I don't remember what it felt like to cling to your hand when you wouldn't wake up for a while. I don't know what your face feels like in my hands.
I write poetry about us, love. I put it here, in this ask box, because maybe by some miracle you'll see it, and you'll know. That I miss you. Prose notwithstanding, our one-thousand-plus years of marriage could not be destroyed with a simple mistake. The memories live on, my Douxie. My beloved Hisirdoux Casperan.
I will not see you in person again. But I keep the Tales of Arcadia series on standby, so when I miss you I can watch you on my silly little laptop in my silly little shows, and maybe, from through space and across timelines, you'll know I still love you.
-Formerly, Gavriel Casperan 🦋
(thanks for putting up with my sentimentality, Mod Party Cat!)
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All the f/o asks for you and Douxie >:3 ~Audrey
AKJDNKFKJDSNFK DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO DO ME LIKE THIS THO
ugh ok nerd @tsundere-doods let’s do this (here’s the ask game)
Question 1: What's the first reason that comes to mind when you think about why you love your f/o?
Who he is as a person, even if that’s a cheesy copout answer. (The real first thing that comes to mind is "everything” but I figured it’s better to have a copout answer than a very short one kfdfdnsk)
Everything about Douxie is so... wonderful. He’s such a good person, he’s always doing what he thinks is right, even if it should be impossible or goes against all reason. He’s kind and compassionate and sweet and he cares so, so much, and I just adore him for it. Plus, he’s funny, and a goofball, and he’s enthusiastic, and you can tell he’s tired but he tries anyway, and he tries so hard. He’s loyal and protective and he’ll do anything to make sure the ones he cares about stay safe, and he’s an artist and a teacher and most of all he’s genuine. fdkjnkf he is very charming ok i just think he’s neat
Question 2: What's the most noticeable physical attribute of your f/o to you?
It definitely depends. If I haven’t noticed him yet, his hair’s a dead giveaway, and I love his hair. It’s sort of wild in a kempt kind of way, like he clearly cares for his hair but it’s naturally a bit wavy-curly and he’s got a bit of a fringe so it’s a little on the wilder side. Not to mention those gorgeous blue tips! I love his natural hair color the way it is but the blue really looks nice on him. It’s a cool, bright pop of color against his darker natural hair and his punk look, and it matches his magic, which I think is super neat. Overall, it suits him!
If I’ve gotten stuck staring at him (or pictures of him) the feature I spend the most time admiring is his eyes, for sure. They’re this gorgeous hazel, the green variant, and he’s so expressive. Everything about how he’s feeling is so obvious in his expression and the way he holds himself but especially in his eyes, and they’re just beautiful. He’s got really pretty eyelashes, too, and it softens him in a way? I could just look at him for hours and let’s be real, I probably have by now
Question 3: What do you think others notice about your f/o first (physical or otherwise)?
In general, I’d say his aesthetic. The punk emo thing he’s got going on is sort of hard to miss! If you were physically there with him, though, it would also be pretty immediately noticeable how tall he is, since he’s a little over 6 foot. His accent can be pretty obvious too, depending on where he is in the world, and personality-wise, the first thing people tend to notice about him is that he’s somewhat flirty and downright charming.
Question 4: What's your favorite physical attribute of your f/o?
Oh, my favorite thing to look at is how expressive he is. I mentioned it before, in my answer to question 2, but it’s impossible to miss how he’s feeling about things. He kinda wears his heart on his sleeve, and it’s absolutely adorable. Everything from his facial expressions to his hand gestures to his body language is almost exaggerated, but he doesn’t do it on purpose-- it’s just how he is.
Meanwhile in a more physically appreciative sense, my favorite thing about him is his hands. I’m kind of a dork and I end up fantasizing about holding his hand way more than is probably considered normal lmao
Question 5: What's your favorite personality trait of your f/o?
Remember how I started off this whole post rambling on about how much I love who he is as a person? Yeah, that makes this a really difficult question to answer skjgnknjngkd
I guess it’s hard to explain, but my favorite thing about him is how compassionate he is in everything he does. (Which doesn’t feel like the right word, but whatever.) He’s soft and a dork and he cares so so so so much ok I lovvvvve him
Question 6: What's a scent that you associate with your f/o (that isn't their perfume/cologne)?
I don’t really associate any scents with him (yet?) but apparently he smells like old books, cats, warm pastries, burnt cloves, sweets, and home.
Question 7: What color do you associate with them?
Blue. Bluish purple, sort of like indigo? But softer. The color of his hoodie and his highlights in most lighting. (In other lighting, sometimes his tips match his magic more than his hoodie. His magic’s cyan, bright and energetic, but I associate that more with Krel. Douxie is a more mellow, deeper color.)
Question 8: Is there a specific physical feeling you associate with the thought of them (flutters in your stomach, calloused hands, etc)?
Hmmn, yeah, but it’ll sound embarrassing to say it,,, I associate him with. the feeling of hopefulness, like you can do anything-- the way your heart leaps and suddenly everything is lighter for just a moment when you get through that thing you never thought you’d actually accomplish. I feel him in the surge of warmth in my chest for random people I encounter at work or on the street with the realization of how very human we all are, how much we all have in common. I think of him in the comfort and safety of my room, my home, my bed. I feel love, and I feel hope, and I feel comfort-- and I think of Douxie.
Question 9: What's a phrase that makes you think of your f/o?
There’s a few! Obviously there’s his catchphrase, which I’ll literally never hear anywhere else-- “fuzzbuckets”-- but every once in a while I’ll hear a line very similar to something in Wizards-- at work, on the television, whatever-- and I’ll pause whatever I’m doing because I’m thinking of him.
Question 10: Is there a food that you associate with your f/o?
I don’t really associate any foods with him, but recently everyone’s been kinda screaming about his canon scent being burnt cloves. I don’t actually know what they smell like, but I’ve been thinking about cloves a lot in the past day or so since I heard the announcement.
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Kin stuff
I write poetry about us, love. The words just come to me and I spill them out over the keys, streams of letters that somehow spell out exactly how much my soul misses yours. Kin drama and fandom discourse pass by me ignored because all I can think about is you. The tarot cards say I shall never see you again, only talk to you sometime somewhere in the vast lands of the future. I like to wish they're lying, but deep in my heart I know they are not.
I remember your smell, love. Black tea and lavender, cloves and electricity. Your fingers, rough from the strings, brushing over mine when you passed me a cup. No matter how far we strayed, how long we traveled, you somehow smelled the same.
I see you everywhere, love. I see you in the bright blue of the sky cut with clouds, I see you in the brown of my favorite Earl Grey, I see you in the sheet music laid out across my floor. I hear you in a burst of a stranger's laughter, in a rockin' guitar chord, in the purrs of my cat. I taste you in the bite of peppermint gum, in the smoothness of honey, in the tang of ocean air.
I can't recall your touch, love. I don't remember what your lips felt like on my skin, on my forehead when we hugged, on my cheek on the way out the door, on my own lips deep and passionate before a battle. I don't remember what it felt like to cling to your hand when you wouldn't wake up for a while. I don't know what your face feels like in my hands.
I write poetry about us, love. I put it here, in this blog post, because maybe by some miracle you'll see it, and you'll know. That I miss you. Prose notwithstanding, our one-thousand-plus years of marriage could not be destroyed with a simple mistake. The memories live on, my Douxie. My beloved Hisirdoux Casperan.
I will not see you in person again. But I keep the Tales of Arcadia series on standby, so when I miss you I can watch you on my silly little laptop in my silly little shows, and maybe, from through space and across timelines, you'll know I still love you.
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Douxie x Reader (#2) - About You!/Remarkable
Reader : Has a difficult home life. You live in the shadow of your popular, straight-A, athletic older sister and often go unnoticed by your parents. You wonder if there’s more to your life, if you’ll ever be more than a forgotten child. If you’ll ever be more than what your parents see you as, what your sister sees you as...what everyone seem to see you as : Unremarkable.
Then....You meet Hisirdoux Casperan. And one night when you were particularly upset with things at home, you went for a late night stroll and saw him...You discovered that things definitely aren’t as they seem.
And, well....The rest is history!
You’re a pizza delivery girl part-time, often using your scooter after hours and not damaging it at all to assist Douxie, Archie, and Zoe in their late night hunts. You allowed Douxie to take it for a spin one night. Yea, never again. (Explaining all the damage to your manager was a nightmare like Douxie can’t drive anything except a magic ship)
You carry your dad’s old metal baseball bat for good measure (cause, you know, you’re not a freaking wizard).
And so.....
- After dropping off your last pizza, you check the time on your phone. It’s about an hour before Douxie’s shift as Benoit’s ends. You’ve made it a small tradition to hang out there until it’s time to roll. So you cruise over, park your scooter, and head inside, one server already starting to make your usual. You greet everyone kindly as you take a seat on the couch.
- Douxie backs out of the kitchen door with trays full of food and milkshakes. As always, he acknowledges you with a smile. And as always, your heart skips a beat.
- You pass the time by reading a novel you got from Arcane Books, sipping on your hazelnut latte made with almond milk. You feel a light tap on your head and look up from your book to see Douxie leaning his arms on the back of the couch. They’re about to start shutting it down so Doux is gonna start cleaning. You lend a hand, picking up trash wherever you see it.
- For good reason, Douxie allows himself to be the last to leave the cafe every night. You’re texting Zoe when one of Douxie’s co-workers, putting on his jacket to leave, speaks to you.
- “So how long have you guys been dating?”
- Your fingers freeze and you look up, confused. “Um...Dating? Who’s dating?”
- “Uh, you and Doux? You’re always comin’ in and waiting for him, aren’t ya?”
- You hope the co-worker can’t see the heat blossoming across your cheeks. You honestly hadn’t thought about how this looks, you coming in here every night for past week or so and staying until closing. Always leaving with Douxie like...
- “N-no! It’s not like that. We’re just friends.” You hope you sound convincing because it’s true. “Us and two other friends like hanging out after work, is all. Nothing else!”
- There’s a small pang in your heart but you quickly sweep it aside.
- “What are you talking about?” Douxie walks over, looking ready to head out for the night.
- “Uh, n-nothing!” you say, smiling through the awkwardness. Feeling and ignoring the co-worker’s suspicious gaze, you stand up and move to Douxie’s side. “Um, ready to go?”
- “Um...Yea.” Douxie’s a bit perturbed, noticing that you’re flustered as you brush past him and hurry out the door.
- Making the coast is clear, you two round the cafe and head into the near pitch darkness of the alley. Douxie secures his bracelet and wills a ball of blue light to form in his palm, bathing the alleyway in soft light. You retrieve your dad’s baseball bat from behind a trashcan. At the concrete back of various shops, where rows of alleyways converge, Zoe and Archie are waiting.
- You give Zoe a hug and Archie a couple scratches behind his ears.
- The typical arrangement : You drive, Zoe’s tiny self sits on the pizza box behind you, and Douxie rides on Archie, who’s shapeshifted into a horse.
- It’s quiet. Way too quiet. And then, before Zoe can finish yelling your name, something slams into the scooter. You nearly bang your head on the wall as you’re thrown out of your seat and onto the ground. Zoe’s already back on her feet, volts of pink lightning sparking between her fingers.
- You slowly but purposefully get back on your feet, groaning and your head spinning, and set the scooter back upright. Douxie and Archie, now a dragon, are in front of you, shielding you from the threat.
- You hear the bone-chilling sound of congested snarls, wheezing, and clicks. Under the glow of magic, you see the faint shape of white, cloudy, veiny eyes like the undead. Thick dribble oozing from a wide, crooked mouth crowded with rows of needle-like teeth. Claws like icicles for fingers. A tail thicker than your entire body thrashing against the ground so hard you feel your bones tremble. You wonder why the creatures seems to be getting louder. And then, to your horror as you look to the side, you realize there’s two of them.
- “Ghouls...,” Douxie says, the word shaking and breathy, laced with terror. The runes circling Douxie’s bracelet glow brighter. “(Name), you need to get out of here. Now.”
- “Wait, what? No, I’m not leaving you guys!” You take hold of your bat.
- “You don’t understand, (Name),” Zoe says, sounding just as grim. “These are ghouls. And all they want is human fle-”
- The ghouls lurch forward, bashing their disfigured faces into a blue barrier of Douxie’s magic. They rake violently at the barrier and their mouths snap wildly, spit flying, growling and gurgling.
- “Go, (Name)!!” The force and urgency of Douxie’s voice coupled with how hideous and frightening the ghouls really are have you mounting back on your scooter and taking off in the opposite direction. “Go with her, Arch! Keep her safe!”
- The barrier breaks and the ghouls begin to clamber after you. Douxie isn’t having any of that and he quickly subdues one with a rope of magic, engulfing the monster in blue flames for good measure. Zoe surges forward, pink electricity flaring around her, and zaps the second ghoul into submission.
- Archie’s flying beside you. “What’s going on? What are those things?” You’d seen plenty of scary monsters now but those abominations were a whole other level of horrifying.
- “Ghouls,” Archie says, anxiously looking back. “They consume and crave human flesh and only human flesh. We must get you to safety!”
- You felt your insides turn to ice. Two adults and one teenage boy had mysteriously and recently disappeared without a trace. Nothing left of them except splatters of their blood. And as the fear of being the next victim crawled under your skin, you screeched to a stop as something leapt from above, landing heavily in front of you. The terror spikes tenfold. A third one.
- Archie immediately goes on the offense, blasting the ghoul with fire before shapeshifting into a bear, tackling the foul creature. “You must go, (Name)!” Archie claws the ghoul in the face. It retaliates with its teeth, biting Archie in the shoulder.
- You speed your scooter past the scuffle. But hearing Archie’s pained cries, you heart clenches and you know you can’t leave him. The ghoul has Archie pinned to the ground, mouth still latched onto and claws raining down on him.
- “Stop it!” you screech, head pulsing wildly with adrenaline as you rush the ghoul with your bat, swinging as hard as you can into its head. It’s enough for the thing to reel back and let Archie go. And definitely enough to make it angrier. Your stomach plummets when it turns its attention to you, but you stand your ground, brandishing your bat. “Leave Archie alone! It’s me you want!!”
- The ghoul howls and goes for you. You don’t know what’s happening. Somehow, you manage to avoid the first couple of swings of its claws. The next things you know, you’re on your side on the ground, your right arm suddenly wet and warm. There’s horrible ringing in your ears. The world is spinning. In fact, you almost don’t even notice the ghoul above you opening its mouth wide, ready to finish you off. Then there’s fire. Fire and fire and fire. It just keeps going and the ghoul tumbles away from you, writhing and yowling.
- An exhausted Archie shapeshifts back to his smaller dragon form and hovers over you. “(Name)...! Oh no...Oh no!” Archie nuzzles your face. You moan, trying to turn over but Archie carefully lays a paw on you. “Don’t move, (Name). You’re...You’re badly injured...”
- “So...are...you...M’sorry...” You can’t really hear yourself. Lacerations are evident by patches of wet, sticky fur. There’s a cut over one of Archie’s eyes. You black out for a second. And when you wake up again, you’re in someone’s arms. A black sweatshirt against your cheek. A skull necklace. The smell of old paper and cats and burnt cloves.
“(Name)...,” Douxie says, cupping your cheek, his golden eyes wide and swimming. “(Name), you’re going to be alright. I’ve got you...I’ve got you.”
- For some reason, as soon as you register Douxie’s face, your eyes burn with tears.
- “M’sorry....I’m sorry....I...I...” You couldn’t do anything. You got in the way. What were you even thinking? Idiot. Useless. Just...useless as always.
- “Shhh, love,” Douxie whispers, brushing hair out of your face. “It’s alright. Hold still for me.” His bracelet glows and magic swirls around his hand. Douxie murmurs an incantation, touching his fingertips to your head, then to your arm. You sigh in relief as the pain begins to lessen, relaxing further into Douxie’s arms, your head lolling against his chest.
- Douxie grips you closer to himself. “I’m sorry...I’m sorry. I couldn’t...” Seeing you in this state, he’s reminded in one second centuries of loss. Of bloodshed and violence. Of people fading, drifting away right in front of him. And now you....
- “She’ll be fine, Doux,” Zoe says, resting a hand on his shoulder. “This...This isn’t anyone’s fault. It’s not your fault.”
- “I’m sorry,” Archie says. “I couldn’t protect her...”
- “No, Arch, you saved her,” Douxie says, finishing his healing spell. Douxie holds you closer still. He doesn’t quite understand the squeeze in his heart looking at your sleeping face. You’re so frail. So small in his arms. So, so vulnerable to the dangers lurking in Arcadia compared to himself and Zoe and Archie. And yet...
- “She just about gave her life for me,” Archie whispers, pressing his nose against your temple.
- “You’re so strong,” Douxie whispers above you. “So...remarkable. And you don’t even know it.” Douxie lifts you up, cradling you close. “Let’s get her home.”
Aaaaaaand you decide to take a break from the hunts. Because you’re feeling low and worthless, and also cause Douxie’s worried sick. But after getting into an argument with your materialistic, vain, and conceited sister, you rush out into the night, baseball bat in hand, and end up bashing a monster in the face. Because you don’t want to be like her, even if you feel worthless.
- “(Name)?!” Douxie says, rushing over to you, already scared for your safety. “W-what are you doing? Are you sure you want to -”
- “It’s okay,” you say, meeting Douxie’s eyes. “I know...I know I can’t do much. But I can at least do this!” You swing at a monster just as it jumps at Douxie’s back, sending it sprawling. Huffing and puffing, you manage a smile. “I’ll do this... with you.”
And Douxie knows you will. He knows you can.
He knows, he sees, how remarkable you truly are.
#spellcasterdouxie's gifs are the BEST#okay yea this was really long#I may as well write a fic at this point lol#I hope this wasn't horrible#writing is haaaaard but i try#Douxie being a worried and protective boi#the best wizard boi#The idea was that ghouls would go for your flesh over Doux's or Zoe's since you're a human-human#So yea they zeroed in on ya#Archie's also the best boi#I have a headcanon that shapeshifting into a larger dragon is difficult for him#Hence why he doesn't do it right away#These are fun though#Love imagining Douxie being a precious oblivious boyfriend#what a sweetie#I wanted Douxie and Reader to share the hardships of feeling unappreciated and not good enough#It's cute cause they both see the greatness in each other#ahhhhh#BURNT CLOVES#tales of arcadia#douxie x reader#hisirdoux casperan#toa zoe#toa archie#toa wizards#Whatever you do don't think about all the loss and pain and suffering Douxie's had to endure for the past 900 years#What its done to his mental health and how he had to learn how to cope with it but it's still so hard for him at times and -#Love how relatable Douxie is in so many ways#it's a slow burrrrrrnnnn#Douxie has Adrien Agreste levels of obliviousness I swear
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