#hisirdoux casperan x you

[daydream-believin]

y/n: hey doux?

doux: mmph?

y/n: thank you for never trying to make a tiktok of us without my knowledge

doux: uh, welcome? what’s this about?

y/n: nothing nothing. a friend just posted a video of her saying something romantic to her spouse just to get a reaction out of him she could secretly film and i’m just very glad you don’t pull that kinda shit

doux: i don’t even know how to make a tiktok

y/n: i know. that’s the sexiest thing about you tbh

doux: really now? is that so?

y/n: ah well, maybe not the sexiest…

[winter-leftovers]

If you’re still doing Douxie/Reader requests, there’s one I’ve been hoping to see. How would Douxie react to an S/O with a different culture? I’m indigenous so I would love it hear about some HCs about something similar. 🥰

Hi!! Of course!! You’re my first request so I hope you like it 💜 also sorry for the delay!

Douxie with a indigenous s/o!

Pairing: Douxie x gn!reader

Warnings?:none

Anyway, I want to start this by saying english is not my first language. I hope everything is well written. Thank you for reading!!

Douxie is a nice person to his core so he always tries to be respectful and kind to the people around him, his s/o wouldn’t be an exception.

He was born during King Arthur’s era and is inmortal so I hc that he traveled A LOT.

He emerges himself in the cultures as much as he can. He does it to blend in but also because he is curious.

When he met you he was enchanted but something he really likes about you is your strong bond to your culture.

Your rituals and traditions were completely new to him. He researched all he could but nothing compares to listening to you talk about it.

After Merlin’s death Douxie lost his conexion to his origins. No one really lives life like he did when he was a child (outside of Archie) so seeing you having a strong connection with your origins made him happy.

He would listen to everything you would tell him. Every history and every reason why things are the way they are.

And he would a 100% be part of anything you ask him and would love every second of it.

I feel im being super redundant BUt he respects you and your culture and will make everyone do the same.

If someone is disrespectful or makes an unwanted comment he would warn them but if the person doesn’t stop or brushes it off as unimportant for some reason that Douxie can’t explain!!! that person would have a completely unrelated string of embarrassing situations that Douxie the universe thinks would make you laugh.

You two would be talking to a third person at the cafe and they joke about your culture and their coffee would fall on their lap and the zipper would be down and they would fall down on the trash can that no one knows why is in the middle of the cafe!!

He is absolutely no doubt will marry you if that is what you want!!

He would do it the way you want. He doesn’t really has a religion (and probably is not a real person on paper) so he’ll definitely marry you in the way you feel is appropriate.

As Taylor Swift said: I’ll marry you with paper rings.

[lovedropletsdreams]

Lost time - What If | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot : You’ve known him for almost a thousand years, he’d known you for a few centuries when he should’ve known you the same (Hisirdoux Casperan x reader)

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: none (slight swearing really)

A/N: It's been a while since i wrote this but this feels nice, the idea of it. Thank you @prismarts for being such a dear to help me beta read again (really you're just the sweetest bab), any suggestions and feedback are welcomed :D

Taglist: @furblrwurblr@prismarts@alovesongshewrote @castle-of-my-dreamsj

what if, instead of taking the second chance, you saw how happy he is with his life. Not knowing that he knows he's missing something that he can't put his fingers in.

So you decide to stay away from him. to avoid getting yourself tangled in his life ever again.

But the funny thing about fate, they just keep finding you at every turn. And with those every turn you find yourself unwillingly getting more and more tangled with him. He sees them, the way you'd try to avoid sharing too much about yourself, avoid showing too much emotion with him, and avoid spending more time to be in each other's presence.

At first, he thought it was how it was with you. Not until some time passes and he realizes.. it was him you avoid getting tangled with. only him. He was the one that you avoided sharing things about yourself, those little details about your life that you never opened up with. He was the one that you avoid showing much of your emotions from, whether it was happiness or other emotions, just a small polite smile here and there if he was lucky. He was the one you declined for invitations to spend more time together, getting to know each other more.

He was the only one you avoid. The one whom you set up your walls at. And the worst part is, even with all the avoidance and declined invitations, even with that polite smile of yours, he felt *full, just knowing you are part of his life, no matter how little it is. He felt the missing part, the void inside him was slowly filling up. And it hurts.

He was okay just to be part of your life, but for a long time, to get to see you and know you, even for a slight more, he craved more, he wanted more, to be someone (not that he knows he already is). He knew he started to grow feelings. And that's why it hurts, thinking you don't feel the same. And it's getting worse once you realize you can no longer avoid him and you started pushing him away instead.

So one day, the dam broke.

"Please let me have a chance, to get to know you, more. Not just about some task, or duty we need to do, but about you as a person. Stop pushing me away."

"You do not need to know me, i am not someone you need to tangle yourself with. Please just let it go--"

"Damn it, why? Why am I so infatuated with you?" And for the very first time in front of you, he snapped.

"I have never felt such a desire to know someone. Every fiber in my body is telling me I should just stop, but… I…"

He stopped and took a deep breath, stepping closer as he looked straight into your eyes. Your heartbeats grew until you could hear nothing but blood pumping inside your heart. It feels like your lungs are being cut off from the air as you see into his eyes. The past images flashed in your eyes, that damn gaze, the very same gaze, your Douxie used to give you. the close distance between you two doesn't help your mind to process everything fast enough.

"I do not understand you" he spoke softly, with a tone similar to a glass breaking, he laid bare his broken heart at you. "You are the most complex person I have ever met. Perhaps I should hate you for everything you've put me through. But.. despite all of that, every moment, every encounter, every second I spent with you filled my heart. It filled the void I thought I'd have to live with all my life. You put the pieces to fill that void without even realizing it. I was content with my life, even with that void." He pauses.

"But, meeting you and feeling how the void was finally filled, is more magical than any magic I ever seen in my life. So please, will you give me a chance to let me in? No more avoiding, no more pushing, just you."

So the decision is in your hands, will you let him in and bare yourself?

[semisutopia]

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".

[sunnyyyyyyyynnus]

"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.

[alovesongshewrote]

Tales Of Arcadia Masterlist

Douxie

One-Shots

Swords and Stab Wounds | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader  

Kiss Me | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader  

Jolene | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader  

To the Storm | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader  

BIRTH(day) | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested  

Sweater | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested  

Sleep, Darling | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested  

Werewolves in Arcadia | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested  

Africa by Toto | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested  

Chamomile Tea | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested  

A Possible Timeline | Hisirdoux Casperan - Requested  

Poem | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested/Drabble Request

Royalty | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested/Drabble Request

Villain | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested/Drabble Request  

Cradle | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested/Drabble Request  

E-Y-E-S | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested/Drabble Request

Headcanons

DANGER | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader  

Almost A Thousand Years HCs | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader  

Safe | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader  

Dating | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested  

Dye | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested  

Are Ya Winning, Son? | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested  

Munch Munch | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested  

Break Time | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - Requested  

Series

Almost a Thousand Years | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader -  MASTERLIST  

It All Ends in Blood | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - It Ain’t Always What it Seems, As Someone Guilty of the Game, There is Nowhere for You to Hide, Into the Dead of Night

What Do We Do With | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader - A Sad Bounty Hunter, A Gosh Darn Assassin, A Drunken Wizard

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Zoe Ashildr

One-Shots

They’re So Pretty, It Hurts | Zoe x Reader  

Bewitch | Zoe x Reader - Requested/Drabble Request

Roses | Zoe x Reader - Requested/Drabble Request  

Headcanons

GORLS | Zoe x Reader  

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The Order

Headcanons

Bellroc | Bellroc x Reader - Requested  

Sneeze | Bellroc x Reader - Requested  

Pyro | Bellroc x Reader - Requested 

TechnoMage | The Order x Reader - Requested

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Angor Rot

Headcanons

Pretty Boi | Angor Rot  

[mysteriesmuse]

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.

[patuaa]

SHES BACK ‼️‼️ i missed drawing this babe

rish/douxie sketch is old but everything else!!!!!! i wanted to draw some stuff for her dynamic with zoe bc i imagine rish being a total bitch until she finds out this hedgewitch could easily knock her onto her ass if she wanted to 🧐 they’re besties in the future tho dw

[colinarthurgeoffrey]

"I’ll try and make you proud.” “You already have, son.”

[daydream-believin]

i fucking swear if none of you learn how to use the damn readmore. it’s so easy now there’s even a fucking button on mobile so you don’t have to do the :readmore: line manually

right there y’all

when in doubt: if you have to scroll, even once, use a readmore. if you’re posting a fic, put the readmore after the first paragraph that isn’t info/the summary.

only you can prevent it taking 2638573 years to scroll through 3 posts in a tag

[winter-leftovers]

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.

—

“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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[lovedropletsdreams]

Lost Time - Camelot Arc | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot : You’ve known him for almost a thousand years, he’d known you for a few centuries when he should’ve known you the same (Hisirdoux Casperan x reader)

Word Count: 3.4k+ ish (is long maybe? but i enjoy writing this and i hope the same enjoyment for you readers <3)

Warnings: none

A/N: these have been sitting dust in my mind for years, waiting to be put into words and here we are. It’s my first fic after years, I really worked hard for it and my friends helped too (you guys are amazing and I am grateful for you guys). Thank you so much for reading, any suggestions and feedback are welcomed, tell me what you guys think

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @prismarts @alovesongshewrote @castle-of-my-dreams

( original timeline arc)

- daughter of king Arthur and Queen Guinevere

- A childhood friend of Douxie

- bears magic since she was small

- studied under Morgana and Merlin

- loved by Merlin like his granddaughter

- loved by Morgana as her own, because of her love of magic like the queen and a magic caster like Morgana

- love to sneak away from the castle to travel around the city, that's how you and Douxie met and he became your friend, he didn't know who you are until later on when merlin took him as his apprentice

- he didn't know at first, so he assumed you are one of the servant's relatives or something since you used the maid's clothes while going around

- he knows you're magic and you guys love to play pranks around the castle grounds: pranking the servants, the king (he's still upset that his bed turns pink, Douxie thought u were mental playing tricks on the king, little did he know), stealing food and snacks from the kitchen's palace, etc

- till one day, you both tried to play tricks on merlin, and bam he caught both of you sighing and shaking his head, 'magic is not child's play your highness'

- that's when Douxie found out about you being the princess

- it's not his fault really, you tried so hard to hide who you are because you know when people know the crown, you're not what they'll see later on

- you dyed your hair using magic, even changing your eye color so you do not bear the resemblance to the princess

- at first, it was really awkward between you two, merlin told him to address you formally, etc, also the fact that you lied about who you really are (which is not really to be called a lie since you never specifically tell him that your parents are the king and queen, he knows your parents is at the castle, but he thought they were serving the king and queen, not the crown itself!) and he wonders what else he actually knows about you

- and you tried really hard to apologize and tried to bribe Archie even (he loves you too but Douxie always comes first)

- so you learned to make his favorite meat pies (his fav food) from the palace kitchen in secret

- and later on, after the apprentice's long day of practice and listening to merlin's "100 ways not to use magic" he came to a basket of his favorite meat pies with a note saying ' I'm sorry '

- like the saying "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach" (technically doux is still a boy (or bby in my heart forever) but save that argument for later yea ;)) his heart melted thinking about how you, a princess who is raised to reign, cooking in a kitchen. and of course, after you guys met again you made up and him nagging how your hand should be treated more carefully (you love the clumsy bandages he did tho)

- that's also become you guy's thing, whenever you guys have a fight you guys would cook together (or mainly you, Douxie tries his best but cooking is not his thing, 'they're both white' 'Douxie you can't substitute sugar for salt') and eat together as you guys' way of making up

- the love between you two grows over the times

- ever since the times he found out about you being a princess you realize him trying to keep his distance hurt you, you realize the feelings you've for the apprentice

- being the princess you are, concealing your true feelings is part of the job.

- doesn't makes it easy tho, you really like him and you didn't want to lose him so you're afraid of showing your true feeling

- for Douxie, it was your debutante ball

- he was not allowed to go there as he is only an apprentice of merlin

- didn't stop him from going to his best friend's debutante, he's not gonna lose the chance to tease you in your dress knowing you've been complaining about how heavy it is and how impractical it is since you have to dance in it along all the jewellery that you have to wear (mind you, those tiaras and necklaces will break your neck if not for your parents nagging you'd already ditched them) you don't mind wearing those separately but those together with the dress, boy you're tough

- he never forgets how his breath hitched in his throat when you arrived at the ballroom.

- all eyes were on you, ofc you're the man (or woman) of the day. But Douxie never forget how beautiful you look that day

- you're beautiful to him from the very first day he met you, he knows that but you always seem to disregard it telling him you look nothing like your mother which you consider the most beautiful woman, him trying to tell you it's not true only to be met on deaf ears

- but as you slowly descended the staircase, he really thought that an angel was walking amongst the living, he was spellbound. your looks paired with your soft smile to the guest, he'd really wanted to take you away so that nobody can lay their eyes on you

- for the first time, he lamented the fact that he was just an apprentice

- seeing you there really shows him the fact that you're the princess of Camelot 

- he didn't like how other men see you, so bibbidy bobbidy boo they're gone ;) (you might hear some unfortunate lads' (yes lads) accidents here and there that cause them to leave the party early, and you thought it was because your upbringing was not good enough (which we all know is not true))

- he despises the fact that several (lucky bastards) get to dance with you and how much he wanted to just yank them and dance with you in their places

- after the party was over he tried to go to you only to realize you're going to his room secretly

- and the boy ran for his life

- 'heyyyy' 'why are you so sweaty? it's the middle of the night' 'oh you know-- training these bad boys (cue to his skinny non-existent muscle)' which you just laugh it off and Douxie couldn't be more relieved (though his heartbeat is like trying its best to jump out from his chest because of your laugh)

- 'so what are you doing here?' 'i--uh well..' which is your turn to stutter since as an idiot you are (sometimes, crushing on someone makes you dumb towards the person), you forget to make excuses to meet him in the middle of the night, still fully armed with the heavyweights that make you feel pretty, you can't exactly say that you want to show him what you think your best looks right?

- 'help me take off my necklace' 'what' you are almost tempted to just jump from the window 'well I plan to take it off later but it's killing my neck, can you help me?' (real smooth)

- but he was too lovestruck and tired from that running to realize your nervousness

- so here you are in his dimly lit room, back facing him

- he softly brushed your hair aside

- but boy struggling to clasp off the necklace you just chuckled feeling his clumsy hands trying

- the necklace finally came off

- you wanted to turn and thank him

- instead, you feel his fingers softly tracing your neck

- 'it leaves a mark' he said

- your breath hitched while Douxie's soft breaths and fingers softly traced the mark that the necklace left on you

- you can feel his hot breath and slightly rough fingers tracing your neck and your heart doing the same thing Douxie did before, trying to break through your chest, and you shiver

- though his touch is oh-so gentle, the moment they lay against your skin, you had to hold back any bubbling emotion up your throat

- you wished this moment just stop and never end, oh how you wish for his fingers never leave

- little did you know, he wishes the same, the feeling of your soft skin is something he could get used to 

- but alas, the moment broke when Archie flew into the room, 'Douxie, why are you stil-- oh'

- you guys broke the moment and thank the dimly lit room because both of your faces are on fire

- reading the room, Archie gracefully exit

- 'i-i better go back-- the maids will panic if I didn't' 'y-yes of course' you awkwardly went back

- '(y/n)'

- 'yes?'

- 'you look really beautiful tonight' he softly said

- 'thank you' it's not something you'd say, usually you'd just deny how you're not beautiful and give excuses why he should not call you that 

- the unusual answer makes him turn at you and his breath stopped again for the second time of the day

- the moonlight illuminates your soft complexion, a genuine smile graced your face, and stars twinkle in your crinkled eyes.

- it's a view that makes him grateful for being himself, nothing compares to your looks that very moment for him, a smile that only he can look, a smile that you give to only him

- it's the moment he knew, he'd fallen.

- from that moment on, something between you two changed

- it seems the same from the outside, but every touch, every laugh, means so much more to you both, but neither of you dared to break this obvious tension you both had

- both of you just treasure each other so much you're afraid to lose each other 

- people closest to you both are aware of this but neither of you is aware of the mutual attraction to each other. they thread this matter carefully, as your magic is linked to your emotion, and such you both know such turmoil you're in, you being the princess and a life magic user

- you treasure the time you spend with Douxie wholeheartedly as did he

- but then tragedy struck Camelot

- the passing of your mother, queenGuinevere

- ever since the queen's death Arthur banned all magic/magic creatures and you being magic Arthur's grieve is directed as anger with you

- 'father please, this-- mother wouldn't want this' 'my decree will not be taken back, from now on, Camelot will not tolerate any magic nor magical beings anymore' 'you're denying what mother loves, you're denying who I am' 'YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD BY THE THING YOU CALLED YOURSELF, IF DENYING MAGIC MEANS I DENY YOU, SO SHALL BE IT'

- you cannot believe the words he uttered, you were so sad you just ran, far away from the king, anywhere but there

- you found yourself running to your mother's favorite woods

- Douxie heard what happened and followed you

- he tried to cheer you up, so he pulled you into his arms

- for you, his arms feel the safest, and then your emotion takes over and you just pour everything out, the grieve for your mother, the hurt your father cause, while you know he was dealing the same grieve, doesn't mean those words didn't hurt

- you broke down, you sobbed so hard that your chest hurt, you cried all the tears, the frustration, the grieve, everything

- Douxie didn't say anything, he just keeps patting you softly (he knows the pain of losing someone and he understands it differs from one to another and being you who always in need to control your emotion, he knows you took it harder)

- it took a while, but you got better 

- you muttered a small thank you, and he just softly smiled while his finger wiped your tears away 

- when you got better and you both tried to get back 

- you stumbled upon a stalkling and being the aggressive being it is, it roars and took a stance to attack

- the pain is still fresh in your mind, so the presence of the stalkling renders you useless, your feet won't move, your heart beats so loud you almost thought it jumps out of you, your fear wins you that you just froze in place. you are terrified

- Douxie on the other hand although scared, the first thing on his mind is you and he immediately looked at your terrified form

- the stalkling tries to attack and Douxie reflected it, creating a barrier around you both

- the creatures got angrier as Douxie tried his hardest to defend while snapping you out

- unfortunately, his magic is not strong enough to defend against continuous attacks, the barrier breaks and scratched Douxie, causing him to bleed

- the sight of him bleeding snap you out and you realized the situation you in

- as the grieve has set, seeing the one you love got hurt by the same being that killed your mother, something lit up within you and you felt a surge of energy within you and you just exploded

- Douxie never saw you like this

- you opened a portal to merlin's tower and (practically) throw Douxie into it

- you closed it before he could even call your name

- you will not let this thing hurt anything else around you

- when Douxie arrived with Merlin and Morgana, he almost dropped to his knees

- seeing your bloody self trying so hard fighting and he can see you almost win, you stand on top of the creature, ready to end it

- but something's amiss in your gaze

- until Douxie called your name

- and that broke your trance

- that didn't go unnoticed

- the stalkling gave its last attack that grazed your neck pretty badly before running away, letting you fall and bleeding through the wound

- you can barely respond to anything

- you slightly hear doux's screaming your name and you can feel his hand trying to cover the wound and stop the bleeding

- you can feel the desperation in his voice

- Douxie can't believe what just happened, it all happened so fast

- he ran to you gathering you in his hand, face turning pale looking at the blood oozing from your neck, his eyes trained on your dulled eyes

-'no, no, no...' he tried to stop the bleeding, your flinching is taken as a good sign, you still feel pain, you're alive

- Merlin and Morgana tried every spell possible to heal you, but even with a master wizard and a sorceress, your wound was too fatal, there was nothing they can do

- Douxie cradles your head softly to his chest, hand still on your wound, he mumbles reassurance 'i'm so sorry.... you're gonna be fine... please... it's my fault, i--' rocking you back and forth trying to soothe you (and himself, we know that, let him)

- 'Douxie' you put your bloodied hand on his cheek, you know your time's limited, and you need to make sure he knows

- 'i did this myself, it's on me' tears softly fell on you, and you can hear Douxie's choked sobs while his arm tightened around you

- you turned to Merlin and Morgana (which hurt like hell knowing your almost severed neck, but hey)

- your told your last wish to Morgana and merlin because you love your father and him still in grieve because of the queen and your death could destroy him (you know he loves you but grieving and that is why he's angry) and Douxie oh god.. 

- you told them to erase the memory of the people about you

- sadly, only the caster can remember so Douxie will not remember you anymore, only Morgana and Merlin do

- both of your masters understand your reasoning, but it didn't make it easy for them to do

- 'Hisirdoux...' 'no' his rejection didn't surprise merlin, this might be his first time saying no to the master wizard, but anything involving you always brought the unexpected within his apprentice. he couldn't let them touch you, he can't lose you, you're not leaving him

- a soft squeeze bringing him to look at your face, tears still flowing down from his face to yours.

- there it is, your smile, although weak, said everything you want to say, pleading him

- 'no' his shoulders tremble as he tries to hold back, though he can feel pieces of himself breaking apart, 

- he can feel your desperation as the squeeze got tighter, a tear slips from your eyes and he realized how you've been holding yourself, for him

- 'do it' a small voice came from Douxie, merlin tried to get a hold of you but Douxie stopped him 'but I'm not letting her go' he said clutching you

- the scene unfolding in front of Merlin and Morgana is heartwrenching, however, it was your last wish

- Merlin and Morgana begin chanting, the spell starting, and Douxie felt his memories of you fading, his eyes grew heavy, but his arms never let go of you, sobbing as he can feel more and more memories of you disappear

- When the spell is done Douxie fell unconscious, tears in his eyes, yet he never let go of you

- Merlin used his magic to open a portal to Douxie room tucking him in bed while Morgana take your body from his embrace

- she hugged your cold body, grieving

- but that's when she realized, a faint, almost gone heartbeat of yours

- a small warm light came from your chest and she notices the gift she gave you the day after your debutante, a necklace with a pendant made from heartstone

- she gave that to you because as she said how heartstone linked with life magic, it was just a theory and myth until she saw what happened to you

- she called merlin in urgency, explaining to him what happened

- there's still a lot to uncover about life magic, but the scarcity of its user does not help. you however were the lucky ones to have possessed such magic

- Merlin encase you in his time crystal stopping you from progressing worse and with Morgana, began to research more about the connection between life magic and heartstone

- They found out the healing properties of heartstone somehow synergizes with your magic, keeping you alive despite your comatose near-death state

- Merlin decided to embed you to the heartstone, a practice no one ever heard of, he and Morgana decided for the best to let yourself frozen inside it

- maybe then, a miracle may happen

- but they also didn't forget the memory spell cast and tried to erase any traces of you from the kingdom, now that they've cast the spell, the only thing left is to erase any physical traces left of you

- all but one thing

- a spell bracelet you made for Douxie, Merlin knows you've been working on it for a long time, to help Douxie using his spell better

- Douxie didn't know you made this one, so he can still have this right?

- When Douxie woke up, memories about you gone, he came back to how he was before, cheery and spirited

- but something was missing

- When his birthday came around, Merlin gave the spell bracelet to him saying it was a gift and the boy was elated, the first gift from his master

- but something tugged his heart, and deep inside Douxie felt a sliver of pain, he didn't know why but a tear escaped from his eyes

- he frantically tried to erase it, laughing and joking about how touched he is because of the gift from 'Merlin' but Merlin only look at him with something in his eyes for a moment before turning his head and continuing to work

- leaving Douxie and his thoughts swirling inside his mind

- why does it feel like something is taken from him instead the moment he acquired this?

[zodiacbiologist]

So, Zoe actually wears two rings on her ring finger in the show.

Now...I'm not saying nothing...But...👀

[sunnyyyyyyyynnus]

"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..."

[alovesongshewrote]

👌 the prompt: Royalty (for Douxie :3, imma be sending more cause why not, i love reading your stuff, but i'm sorry if i spam you-)

Royalty | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  Plot? What plot? You're just a member of a royal family lost to time, and douxie likes to joke about it [Hisirdoux Casperan x GenderNeutral!Reader]

Word Count: 449

Warnings: none

A/N: these drabbles really can drabble, huh? honestly though, i think this things may count as like,,, the first 0 angst chill fluff i've done in a while,,, wild.

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05 @blixeon @mxcheese @prismarts

About nine hundred years ago, you were royalty.

A child born to royal parents, you got the best of everything- the best teachers, the best training, the best clothes, and the best food. You lived well. You knew what your future would be, and you didn’t have much to worry about outside of the wanderlust inside of you that longed to break out. The wanderlust was a minor issue, though, overall, everything was fine.

And then your fucking kingdom fell.

Fantastic.

Honestly, in terms of kingdoms falling to dust, you got off pretty easy- you escaped with your life, and so did your family, which was a bit of an abnormality when compared to most other coups. You weren’t super jazzed about it though. And while everyone lived, you were generally separated, scattered across the map in various places without a hope of finding each other again in your lifetimes.

Then you went and got yourself magic, expanding your life time infinitely.

It was a very dramatic time for you.

Shortly after that, you met Douxie who was in the middle of his ye olde moppet phase, and who was so fucking cute. Your friendship was cemented once the two of you realized you both had magic and hailed from super broken kingdoms that didn’t really exist anymore. The only real difference between you was that he was an apprentice in his old kingdom, and you were actual royalty.

I have no idea how that came up naturally in a conversation, but I guess it did, because for the next nine hundred years, he gently teased you about it at every opportunity possible.

The “your highness” talk was never ending- at first, it was partially out of respect, but as time passed, it became more and more of a meme. He would linger behind you with a shit-eating grin on his face whenever a situation called for high-class conversation, or incredibly complicated etiquette. Once cell phones became a thing, he put a crown emoji next to your name in his contact list, and he was in his glory during the Disney renaissance. (So many movies featuring royalty, so many jokes to make, so little time.)

Generally, he was a total court jester about your royal past. And you fucking loved it. And he knew that. Everything he did made you smile, even if you pretended that it didn’t. On some level, you were pretty sure he was doing it for you, though you weren’t sure. You just knew that it made you happy.

And the smile on his face whenever he made a particularly good joke was something you wouldn’t trade for anything in the world, so there’s that.

[malibix]

so I've gotten into the Once Upon A Time fandom for,, Douxie related reasons (for those of you who don't know, his VA plays a character in there, a pirate might I add) and I started for Douxie and stayed for Hook (the character he plays)

My question is, would anyone be interested if I wrote things for Hook/Killian Jones?