#douxie casperan imagine

[semisutopia]

pairings: douxie x fem!reader

warnings: 5.1k word count, smut, name calling (baby, darling, love, pretty boy), making out, straddling, fingering, groping, saliva, hickeys, handjob, eating out, penetration (p in the v), thigh riding, cock riding,

as a writer, writing a romance novel, it's quite common to have a chapter that is completely devoted to sex. smut chapters are actually quite expected in romance books, especially when the main love interests are over 18.

so you sat on your bed, one leg crossed, one knee up, chin rested above it, and stared at the blank page on your laptop. make no mistake of course, you had plenty of, shall we say, unholy thoughts, but for whatever reason, you couldn't find inspiration. almost as if on cue, you heard a knock on your window. 

normally, living on the second floor would deter people from climbing up to your roof, but here, you must remember that hisirdoux was far from normal. you sighed and opened the window to let him in, "you know we have a door, right?".

as he climbed through the open window he responded, "i didn't want zoe to see me. your roommate doesn't exactly approve of me". you snickered, "yes i know, i told her not to. anyways, what do you want?". he leaned on the windowsill, "i felt like coming here. should i not have?".

any other time, you would've tried kicking him out immediately, but seeing as you couldn't get any work done, you decided letting him stay wasn't the worst idea, and decided to watch a movie together as there wasn't much else to do.

"corpse bride?". "yeah sure", you loaded the movie on your tv and walked to your bed. douxie sat at the head of the bed and motioned for you to come near him. you sat next to him but turns out that's not what he meant. he patted the space in between his legs and you gave him an 'are you serious' look. "please?".

damn it he's cute. you placed yourself in between his legs and his arms snaked themselves around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. you relaxed into his touch as the movie started, intertwining your hands with his. the butterflies in your stomach rising as he melted into your touch. 

you looked down at your linked hands, "wait why are you wearing a suit?", you turned to look at him. "ah well, there was this ceremony at school so we had to dress up" "remind me again why you keep going to school events when it's just your alias?". 

he chuckled, "there's not much else to do". "no of course not. it's not like you work two part-time jobs and are a full-time wizard or anything", you said, giggling a bit.

"well, if we're talking about dress codes, how come you're wearing the same skirt you wore last week to the party?". if you were being honest, you wore some lingerie underneath your short skirt and long t-shirt to try and spark something in your writing. 

"why can't i wear it?" "c'mon just tell me", he hugged you tighter. the butterflies came back. "i...i just wanted to spark up some inspiration for my writing" "and what exactly are you writing about?", you could tell he already knew the answer. and he knew exactly what he was doing. "you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" "absolutely".

"something similar to what happened at the party...in this skirt", flashbacks of last saturday flooded your mind as you closed your legs tightly, placing a hand above your skirt. "may i help with that?", he said, dangerously close to your ear. 

"just watch the movie", you tried focusing back on victor and his skeleton bride on the screen, but failed after a few minutes as you felt soft fingertips tracing along your thigh. you decided to ignore it...or try to, at least until he started softly kissing up your neck. 

he placed soft, long kisses along your nape, drawing small circles along your inner thigh, slowly rising higher. "what are you doing...doux?".

he heard you. oh, he definitely heard you, so he kissed you harder, sucking on your skin, and his hand groping your thigh more, other hand on your waist, traveling to your hip. 

both of you were clearly not paying attention to the movie anymore but it didn't matter. 

your hand traveled up to his hair and tugged on it slightly. he hummed in response. soon enough, his fingers reached under your skirt and started touching the lace of your panties. 

you sucked in a sharp breath as his index finger circled your folds. you pulled harder on his hair to stop yourself from being vocal, but that only made him let out a moan, himself. 

fuck that was hot. soon enough, his second finger reached your clit. then his third, and you finally gave in, vocalizing your appreciation. you didn't want him to stop. actually, no, that was incorrect. you wanted more. 

you removed your hand from his hair and brought it down to his chin, lifting his head up from your neck and brought his lips to your own. his right hand came up to your ribcage under your shirt and you shivered at his cold touch. his left hand still playing with you under your skirt. 

you moaned softly into his mouth, eliciting him to bite your bottom lip. this whole thing felt like a positive feedback loop; one of you moans only for the other to react in the same way, and over again. 

"doux..", you seperated for air and leaned your forehead against his. he removed his hand from under your skirt and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. his hand not leaving your face, and making its way down to your neck. "hm?" "please could we⏤", he kissed you abruptly. you responded immediately. you parted and opened your eyes only to see him looking back at you, eyes glossy with desperation. 

you smirked and turned around to face him. you connected your lips again and placed your knee between his legs, making him groan. you placed your hands on his chest to support yourself and he held you by the waist. "turn the tv off, please", he broke the kiss and went back down to your neck. you took the remote from the bedside table and switched the tv off.

you were getting more light headed as he kept kissing you, his hand travelled down to your thigh, gripping it tightly. you rocked your hips back and forth slightly as you hummed into his ear the more he nipped at your soft skin. you were driving him crazy and he wanted so much more of you. he wanted all of you. "pl..please y/n you're driving me mad" "what do you think you're doing to me?".

you pulled away from him, "give me your tie". normally, he would have asked why but he simply complied and started loosening his necktie, in the most attractive way possible. he removed it and gave it to you. you took it and smashed your lips into his. "fuck", he mumbled into your mouth. "you're really something, yknow that", he asked, rhetorically, when you broke away. 

you smiled again and got off his lap, walking to your door and placing the tie on the door handle. "what's that supposed to do?", he asked, walking up behind you now. you faced him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "it tells zoe not to bother us", you said and pulled him back into a kiss. "smart girl", he murmured. 

he guided you towards the foot of the bed and sat you down. "can i touch you?", he pleaded, not taking his lips off yours, "please?".

you remembered how he touched you before and rubbed your thighs together at the thought of him doing it again. you hummed into his mouth and mumbled, "yes please". his hand moved down to your thigh and rose up slowly, reaching the hem of your skirt, and tugging on it slightly. 

you removed your skirt for him, leaving your legs cold and barren, only wearing your panty. your pretty, lace, black panty. to be frank, the day after last saturday's party, you and zoe went shopping and stopped at the lingerie store. you bought a set of black lingerie specifically for him, not that you'd ever admit it. 

his lips parted from yours as he looked down at the pool he created between your legs, and smirked as you tried rubbbing your thighs again to create friction. "do you really want me to touch you, darling?", he whispered in your ear. 

you gasped as he bit down on your neck, forming a purple mark, similar to what he did last week. his index finger hooked the string of your panty and slowly pulled down. you shivered at the cold air hitting your folds. his lips were still attached to your neck, but his fingers found your opening and rubbed around your clit. "doux..hurry u..up", you breathed. 

he went back up to your ear and whispered, huskily, "patience, sweetheart". your titled your head back a bit and breathed out. without any more hesitation, he inserted his first digit into you, getting a loud gasp from you. soon, his second, and then his third, just like before. 

your moans were melodious to him. you pulled his head back up and kissed him as his other hand roamed under your shirt. he pumped faster, his long fingers hitting just the right spot. "doux fuck~", you moaned as you threw your head back in pleasure. he loved seeing you like this. moaning his name, his fingers in you. he was the one giving you pleasure. fuck, it was turning him on. though, to be fair, almost anything you did turned him on. 

he tried surpressing his own moans to not drown yours out, that he loved hearing. 

a heat started filling your lower stomach. the kind that was going to flush out of you soon, very soon. he dipped down to kiss and suck on your collarbones, sliding the loose shirt off your shoulders. "doux i'm- fuck. d-doux", you started growing light headed as his pace increased. 

he knew you were going to climax, and he wanted you to. but not with his fingers. he removed his fingers quickly, robbing you of an orgasm.  "hisirdoux, i swear to god, if you don't let me come", he attached his lips to yours quickly, and started moving down. 

kissing your neck, your collarbones, lifting your shirt up to kiss the place right under your boobs, and he kept going down. kissing lower and lower until he reached your clit again. you sucked in a breath and carded your hand through his dyed locks. 

he held both of your thighs tightly, like he was trying to keep you from running away, not that you ever would. and started kissing the spot right above your knee, going up slowly. the higher he got, the sloppier his kisses became. 

he placed open mouthed kisses up your inner thighs. "doux...", you whined. he didn't raise his head but you could practically hear his smirk. finally, he reached your folds. he kissed around your clit and you moaned, tugging his hair as a result. "pl..please doux", you wanted him. you wanted him to eat you out so bad. and he complied, inserting his tongue in your folds. licking and kissing you, the sounds of wet skin became louder. 

not as loud as you were moaning though. you knew that this was horrible for his ego but you couldn't help it. he had a way of making you feel so damn good. 

"fuck baby", his words vibrated in your pussy, sending you even higher. you arched your back as he gripped your thighs even harder. you moans became higher in pitch as you were nearing your climax again. 

"you better let me come this time, casperan", you said. he chuckled, deeply and kissed you harder, in the perfect spot. "aah! d..do that again. please", you pleaded. and he did, and again. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moaning in ecstasy. 

"i'm cl-close..", you said, pulling on his hair harder now. "cum for me, darling. please", he mumbled against your lips. you let out a final moan as you hit your limit. you exhaled a shuddered breath as you opened your eyes to see him wiping his lips, smirking. 

it just hit you what happened and you quickly covered your vagina with your shirt, trying to not make eye-contact with him. he rose, slowly, and leaned in close to you, lifting your chin up with his finger. "was that not good for you, love?", he asked, fully knowing the answer. you had a hard time focusing on him and your legs were quivering. he leaned in close to your ear and said, "i think you liked it", sending a shiver up your spine. 

he placed his right hand in between your thighs and carressed it slightly. he knew he was in control here, but not for long. you pulled him back into a kiss and slid your hand down his shirt, slowly. you reached his belt and went even lower to place your palm on his erection. you could feel his dick twitch inside his pants and you smirked into the kiss. 

you started rubbing his bulge, eliciting him to groan into your mouth. you bit down on his lower lip and slid your tongue into his mouth. he couldn't have asked for anything better, but he got it anyways. 

you started unbuckling his belt and took it off slowly. undoing his pants, you parted from the kiss. you looked at him, eyes closed, he bit his lip slightly to keep from moaning. you went to the shell of his ear and kissed it once, "sit down". he did as told.

you placed yourself on his thigh and locked eyes. now, this wasn't a competition but neither of you wanted to look away. his eyes were filled with longing. he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him a few minutes ago. he was the first one to break as you started palming him over his boxers. "fuck", he mumbled, barely over a whisper. you slid down his underwear and he broke free. 

you had assumed that he would be an average length but no, a solid nine inches of slender, throbbing, cock sprung free. you leaned in and kissed him again. his hands went up to your waist, under your shirt and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. you moaned as he sucked on your tongue with his own. you delicately touched the tip of his cock, smiling at how he twitched at that. 

"so sensitive...", you mumbled into the kiss. you traced your fingers softly over his length. he knew why you were teasing him, the same way he did to you. but fuck, he wanted you. he needed you to touch him. 

"pl..ease y/n", he breathed. you stroked him along his length, circling his tip at times. he threw his head back as you pumped him faster. you couldn't help but smile at how good you were making him feel. 

you decided to buck your hips back and forth on his thigh to drive him over the edge. and it worked. you were driving him crazy. his mind started to fog as you were grinding against his thigh. to add insult to injury, you started moaning too, being stimulated in a lovely way by riding his thigh. the friction against your clit was perfect. 

he honestly didn't know how much more of this he could take. but he didn't want to come. not just yet. he wanted the feeling of your warm hand on his cock. he wanted the feeling of your wet pussy grinding against his thigh. he wanted to hear your moans as you pleasured not only him, but yourself too. 

unfortunately, his body couldn't take it anymore as his dick started twitching more, signaling his soon release. "i think i...i'm cumming- fuck-", he was a stuttering mess. and you loved it.

"go on, pretty boy", you said out loud and leaned in close to his ear. "cum for me", you whispered into his ear and kissed it. that was truly it for him. he groaned and felt his release coming in a few seconds. with a final touch to his tip, he reached his release and came in your hand. with that, he layed down on the bed, exhaling hard. 

with your newfound confidence, you took off your shirt and wiped the white liquid on it, before throwing it your floor. you leaned forward and placed your hands on his abdomen to support yourself, "douxie?". 

he opened his eyes and they widened in surprise, seeing you on top on him, in a lacy, black bralette, so loose that the strap was coming down your shoulder, that innocent look in your eyes. you weren't innocent, not by a long shot. and he knew that. but he wanted to corrupt you. he threw his head back as your hands started tracing up his shirt, undoing his buttons. 

when you reached the top most button, you leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "can you fuck me?", you kissed his ear, "please?", and again, moving down to his collarbones. he was stunned. you were just covering your wet pussy with your t-shirt a while ago, and now you've asked him such a bold request. not that he was going to decline. 

he grabbed your hip with one hand and your face with the other. he turned your face towards him and he crashed your lips into his, getting a moan out of you. he was getting hard already, and you were probably wetter than ever. you did mean it. you wanted him to fuck you. and he did too. his other hand went down to your thigh and started trailing back up. 

it was these moments when he touched you that reminded you how you were feeling. and right now, you were still a bit embarressed. you had barely rode him and you were still so wet. throbbing and pulsing, he inserted one finger into you again. you gasped into the kiss. 

he was done being teased and was ready to be in control again. he flipped you over so he was on top, and inserted his second finger into you. you tried rubbing your thighs together but he put his hand in between your legs. "now now, darling. i thought you wanted me to fuck you". his hand trailed up to stop right under your bra. he leaned in and kissed the spot. then bit it softly, sucking on the spot to leave it dark red. 

you were in a frenzy. his slender fingers were still pumping in and out of you, he was still giving you hickeys along your rib cage and stomach. you arched your back and threw your head back. 

"pl...please fuck me- doux..". he chuckled again, inserting his third finger, trying to drive you to the edge. "st-stop playing with me", you stuttered, completely a mess. 

"cum for me, lovely", he said, and kissed you up your stomach until he reached your bralet lace. "f-fuck~", you were close. you wanted to climax. and his fingers were working their magic on you. 

you had to finish. you had to cum. so you did. you gripped the bedsheet as you released, your back lowering from an arched position as your legs started shaking slightly. 

he stared at your cum on his fingers before licking it off with his tongue. god, his tongue can do wonders. "you still want me to fuck you, y/n?", he asked, staring at your shaking legs. 

"please", you pleaded. you were the desperate one now. and fuck, it turned him on. seeing you under him, legs shaking, covered in hickeys, and still gripping the bedsheet. all because of him. 

it took you by surprise when he took out a condom from his pocket and opened it with his mouth. "you brought a fucking condom?", you asked, partially rhetorically. "i didn't bring it. adam slipped it in my pocket when i told him i was coming here", you laughed a bit. adam was always rooting for the two of you. now that you thought about it, it was adam's idea to have the both of you parttake in seven minutes in heaven at the party. goddammit. well, in this case, you were sort of glad he medled. 

"do you not want me to use it?", he asked, he stopped putting it on halfway. "no no. use it", he smiled and put it on fully. you sat up slightly to kiss him, to which he gladly returned. you peeled off his shirt and then took off your own bralette. 

you were completely naked in front of him. fuck, if it was even possible, he got even harder. before even touching you, he threw his head back and bit his lip. "fuck" "what?", you thought you did something wrong. he went down to your chest and kissed you around your nipple, his hands pulling you closer by your waist, "you're gonna be the fucking death of me, y/n". you rolled your eyes. partly because of his comment, but mainly because his kisses felt so good. 

you held his shoulders and layed back down, pulling you with him to the point where he was hovering over you. you took him by the chin and connected you lips into a very sloppy kiss. 

"can i?", he asked into the kiss. you mumbled a verification, not breaking away and gasped when he started inserting himself into you. "fuck- doux!", you moaned as he inserted his full length. "you okay?", he asked after giving you a minute to adjust to him. "fuck..", that was the only thing to could say. without moving at all, he was already hitting your g-spot. "y-yeah, i'm good..", he leaned into you and kissed you again. 

your tongues moved in sync, just as your bodies did. after a few minutes, you needed air and broke apart from him, a string of saliva connects your lips. you cried out as his hand reached your clit, rubbing it slightly. as if his dick wasn't enough, you were in a state of pure euphoria. "f-fuck, does this feel good, love?" you wanted to ride him. you wanted to be on top. so you placed your hands on his shoulder blades and flipped him over. 

to say he was surprised would be an understatement. his eyes widened as they came back into focus. he always thought you were beautiful. gorgeous. but god, you were so pretty like this. he threw his head back, gripping your sides with his hands as you rode him. he loved this. no, that was an understatement. he never wanted this to end. you riding him, he loved seeing the marks he left on you, your boobs bouncing slightly as you picked up the pace. fuck he loved this. 

you ghosted your fingertips over his v-line , he sucked in a sharp breath. "i love when you touch me, sweetheart" "is that so?", you asked as you lowered yourself to kiss him along his lean figure. he was extremely thin, but toned. you placed kisses along the valley of his abs and it drove him mad. 

he groaned and moaned your name the more you did it, occasionally biting him and licking over the spot immediately after. you asked him to sit up and he did so, moaning as you both were reaching your climax. 

you pulled him into a kiss and he recirpocated, before going lower and kissing down your boobs again. your head rolled back as he sucked on your breast. "i-i'm close" "can i..", he looked at you now, "..inside you?". you smiled and kissed him again, "of course.", you whispered in his ear, "i'm all yours, baby". he threw his head back for the hundreth time tonight at your voice. it was angelic to him. and when you moaned, he felt like he would die right then and there. 

you felt his dick twitch inside you, knowing he was close. "can you cum doux. inside me. please?", you asked, kissing his neck. he did as told and came inside you. you followed suit a few minutes later, arching your back as you hit your orgasm. 

you removed yourself from him and sat on his thighs, he was still holding you up. "that was...something", he mumbled as he rested your foreheads together. "yeah..". you couldn't verbalize how great that was. were you selfish if you wanted more? maybe his tongue again. you had forgotten how good his tongue made you feel. but you knew you couldn't do anything for the next few minutes. your pussy was still wet, but swollen from everything you had done. besides, you couldn't just ask him, right? 

you both sat in silence for a few minutes, still hugging each other and covered in a thin layer of sweat, even though the ac was on. he abruptly gave you a quick peck on the lips and said, "i'm gonna go to the bathroom okay?", you nodded and got off his lap. he put his pants back on and walked to the bathroom. 

you threw yourself back on your head, facing the ceiling. you sighed heavily and closed your eyes, thinking about everything that took place, eyes shooting open when you recalled his tongue. that felt so good. the way he gripped your thighs tightly. the way his tongue circled in and around your clit. the way he parted your folds with his mouth. you didn't think you could get so wet this quickly, but you wanted it. you wanted him. 

you reached down your stomach, grazing your hips, and your inner thighs. you sucked in a breath as your fingers reached your clit. you rubbed on your bud, whimpering a bit as you rubbed your thighs together. you were so wet that you could insert a finger with no problems, but that wasn't enough. you gripped the bedsheet above your head as you put in two more fingers, gasping slightly. your eyes closed, tightly as you arched your back again. 

you pumped your fingers in and out the same way douxie had done and circled inside your pussy. you wanted to moan, so bad, but you didn't want him to hear you. you bit down on your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your hand as you touched yourself more. you were in a trance and moaned out, "fuck- doux.. mmh j..just like that..please". you were so close to your climax that you didn't even hear the bathroom door opening between your moans. 

your eyes remained close and your toes curled as you were going to come again.  "aah! mm-fuck!", you cried out as you hit your release. your knees started shaking as you lowered them. "fuck", you exhaled, opening your eyes. "thanks for the show, darling", you neck snapped in the direction of his voice. he was standing against your wall, leaning with his arms crossed. fuck he was hot. he was standing shirtless, in his suit pants. 

your lowered your arms to cover your swollen pussy, dripping with your juices. "h-how long were you standing there?", he started walking towards you, "long enough". he stood at the foot of the bed again and dragged you close to him by your legs, leaning down to kiss the shell of your ear. "do you want me to touch you again?", he asked. you wanted to tell him off for staring at you, touching yourself. but fuck, you wanted him to touch you again. "y-yes please", you stuttered as he placed open mouthed kisses along your neck, going down to your collarbones. 

"hm, how?", his voice rang through your ears as he kissed your breast, biting it slightly, going down to your rib cage. he made you a stuttering mess, "w..with your tongue...please, doux...i want⏤", a gasp escaped you as he started sucking on the inside of your thigh. 

"whatever you want, my love", he gripped your thighs like he did before. his lips reached your pussy. still soaking and red. "w-wait doux. too s..soon", you tried saying but he started kissing your clit anyway. he hummed against your folds, the vibrations driving you crazy. "f..fuck doux. pl..please mmh~", you decided it was useless trying to retalliate so you just enjoyed it. 

he made you feel so good. and he loved it. he looked up slightly to see your head thrown back, eyes closed, and back curved. he was doing this to you. he was making you feel this good. and he loved it. his tongue slipped in and out of your pussy, wet with cum and arousal. 

he loved the taste of your slick. it tasted so sweet to him. you tasted so sweet to him. "fuck", he mumbled into your pussy, "you taste so good, baby". 

"i'm c..cumming. d-doux w..w -ah!", he picked up the pace as he started sucking on your folds. the sound of wet skin slapping against his tongue filled the room."go on, love, cum", you did as told, reaching your climax for the fourth time because of him. 

he kissed your clit one last time before raising his head. you lifted his chin and connected your lips together, quite forcefully, unconcerned with where his mouth was a few seconds ago. 

this kiss was different than before. it was not filled with lust or longing, but with passion and understanding. you seperated and placed your heads together. "you're really good at that", you were the first to speak. he chuckled a bit before taking your hand from his face and planting a kiss to the back of it. "i'm glad you enjoyed it, y/n".

"y/n! can you come here?", you heard zoe's voice call you from her room. you laughed at douxie's horrified expression. "relax, she's not gonna kill you" "are you sure?" "well, she might when i tell her, but for now, no she won't. so i suggest leaving", you hand made a shooing motion. 

he quickly put his shirt back on, only doing three buttons as your put on a new shirt and underwear. "just a minute, zo", you called out so she wouldn't get suspicious.

"what about my tie?", he asked, before going out the window again. "i'll give it to you tomorrow", you kissed him on the lips briefly, "now go!". he smiled and pecked your forehead before wishing you a good night and going out the same way he came in. 

he was a great muse.

#douxie x reader #douxie x y/n #hisirdoux casperan x reader #tales of arcadia x reader #douxie imagine #tales of arcadia imagine #douxie casperan imagine #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #tales of arcadia #my writing #douxie kinda sorta smut #explore #fanfiction prompts #douxie smut #smut #hard hours

[gaylightisminetocommand]

random Douxoodles (Douxie doodles) 💙

(click for better quality) (i hope)

#tales of arcadia #toa wizards #toa douxie #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #douxie casperan #i forget do you have to tag every possible variation or does tumblr just filter by key words? #my art #i imagine in the one on the right he's just walked into the Camelot common room right into the middle of the most batshit crazy no-context- #-conversation that the kids are having #and he is not ready to comprehend it before he's had his coffee #gaylight post #toa

[lovedropletsdreams]

Douxie : hey (y/n) you wanna know how i'm like a bicycle?

Y/n : cuz once they learned how to ride you they never forget?

Douxie : (blushing profusely).... i was gonna say it's because i'm 'two tired'

Archie

#douxie #hisirdoux casperan #tales of arcadia #toa wizards #toa #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie imagine #douxie x reader #toa hisirdoux #wizards hisirdoux #wizards tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia wizards #hisirdoux

[oinkoink321]

Tales of Arcadia and Spiderverse

As a fan of tales of Arcadia AND Across the Spiderverse…….my head is filled with thoughts of Douxie, Claire, Krel, Hobie and Gwen being in a band together. Like my heart cannot I’m convulsing and disintegrating at the thought of them all being friends and playing together. THEY WOULD CREATE AMAZING MUSIC I WOULD DEF BE A FAN!! And imagine being their crush or significant other. LIKE THE SONGS THEY WOULD WRITE ABOUT YOU. As a person that’s in love with all these people I am dying and sobbing. That’s it. That’s all I have to say

#tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia au #tales of arcadia x reader #claire nuñez #douxie casperan x reader #douxie x reader #douxie #krel #krel tarron #krel x reader #trollhunters imagine #trollhunters #wizards tales of arcadia #3below #hobbie brown #hobert brown #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie headcanons #hobie my beloved #atsv hobie #spiderpunk #hobart brown #gwen stacy #gwen stacy imagine #gwen stacy x reader #spider gwen x reader #spider gwen #atsv gwen #hobie

[mysteriesmuse]

Douxie Masterlist:

All the wonderful goofy Douxie content in 1 space! 🪐🔭

P.S. Anything with one of these (*) beside it will be a personal favorite of mine.

12 Century Hairdo

Just Another Normal Day Pt 2!

New Event Added to Calendar

Hotel Hiccups *

A Bit Bigger *

Sweaters

Over the Many many many years

Physical Touch

Come Hither, Hisirdoux

Catty Cauterizations *

A Cathedrals Chase *

“I think he finds a secret joy in watching me cram” *

Arcadian Oaks LoveLetter

Faithfully Yours

The Oldest Couple

#toa #hisirdoux casperan #masterlist #douxie casperan #toa wizards #douxie imagine #douxie x reader #douxie #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #drabbles #reader insert

[leehoney0]

:neutral reader . Fluff . Small angst

“Douxie”

With him laying flat on top of you It was hard for you to even lift your body or move an arm to grab your phone

“Come on Doux aren’t we supposed to be having a date right now!”

His arms wrapped around your waist tightening making it even harder for you

You lay still hearing his labored breathing near your neck Making you shiver, you move your hand to brush the blue strands off his closed eyes

“Is something bothering you”

His breathing seemed to halter from your question deciding to push forward with your concerns you look down at his eyes which opened to look up at you

You looked into his hazel eyes almost trying to read what was going through his mind, you start to brush your fingers through his hairs brushing out any small tangles

He closes his eyes again lightly pushing his head onto your chest, trying to drown in your warmth

“ It’s nothing big it’s just.. I was talking with Clair and she brought up the fear of losing jim …… and I though of you”

He say as he moves to hold your hand slowly moving to brush against your wrist messing with any bracelets you had stole from him

You sigh feeling relieved that’s it wasn’t you who made him upset or you hurting his feeling unintentionally without making up for it

“ with recent events and you know the world almost ending and all”

He says as he twist your (his) bracelets around your wrist

“Being all Caught in battle I forgot about your safety and what if in those moments …. Something could’ve happened to you and I-“

He pushing his face into the nook of your neck, breathing in your scent as if you were going to disappear out of his hands

“Douxie”

Putting your hands on his cheeks to bring him up to look at you, his eyes glassy and mouth formed in a pout

“I am always safe you know… I even carry one of your friends protection devices just in case my big strong magical boyfriend is away saving the world”

He looks into your eyes not sensing that your joking or disregarding his feeling, you bring his face closer and press a kiss to his cheek

He smiles and wraps him arms even tighter than before you feel your breath being knocked out of you giggle from his actions

You rub your cheek on top of his head feeling like he was in a better mood than beforehand when you first came into his room looking for him

Feeling like the mood has lightened

“Come on big guy we have date to catch up to since somebody was busy laying in bed all day”

You lightheartedly joke,moving yourself off his bed grabbing both of his arms to try to pull him up

Without hesitation he pulls himself up, standing up on his feet,his face being two inches away from you, he grabs your waist and kisses you

Stepping back a little from the force of his kisses, he steps back and grabs you hand his thumb brushing your hand in his

“ ready to go”

Looking into your eyes in a flustered state you push his chest light and moves with him toward the door

“ yep! Let’s go and get out lovely date started”

Smiling both of y’all head out toward the door feeling like both gushing teenagers and maybe even a little closer than before.

Hey! so this is my first writing ever so open for any advice or opinions just be nice anyways I wanted to write for this fandom due that there’s not much of it on here anyway thanks lol look out for more or of me since I kinda want to write more of douxie

#douxie x reader #douxie #troll hunters #hisirdoux casperan x reader #tales of arcadia x reader #douxie imagine

[escape-from-arcadia]

Messy Carterdoux sketches because I'm in love with Carter Bellum Howard and Hisirdoux Casperan and I hate the idea of working right now. Out of context spoilers for the latest chapter (7) of All is Fair in Love and War by the amazing @honeyxmonkey. Please read it. I'm begging you. I binged it, and it is just perfect.

You can see me trying to figure out to draw Carter’s hair and I’m still not happy with it yet, but just- I love them.

edit: I forgot Carter's freckles T-T

#tales of arcadia #hisirdoux casperan #carter howard #carterdoux #toa oc #toa ocs #others ocs #fanart #TOA fanart #fanart of a fanfic #wowie #ananonsart #praying that tumblr doesn’t jank the quality #yes douxie doesn’t say the line #but I imagine that that’s what went through his head :D

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty: We Need To Talk About Mom’s Paintings (20/?)

(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: Morgana possesses Claire. Douxie and Y/n have a moment. Y/n needs her father.

Word count: 2568

Warnings: we have everything. We have angst, we have comfort, we have some I would say +16 stuff

(Season 3 Episodes 2,3,4,5)

Song?: The Night We Met by Lord Huron and Phoebe Bridgers

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Y/n looked around the room, the once dark and colorless basement was now an art gallery full of colorful paintings of creatures that shouldn’t exist against vibrants backgrounds.

She observed her mother paint a portrait the size of the wall of her ex-boyfriend's troll from with an intensity she had never seen before. She didn’t even know her mother could paint.

“Mom, I packed you lunch!” Jim screamed from the kitchen.

“Down here honey!” Screamed back Barbara without taking her eyes from the painting.

Jim slowly walked down stairs and saw her sister sitting in a stool observing the spectacle.

“What’s going on?” He mouthed.

Y/n shrugged, she was just as confused, with her head she pointed at the big Mr. Strickler’s painting.

Jim’s eyes opened like plates.

“So, what do you think? I call it “Goodbye, Walt” You warned me he was bad news, but I didn’t listen. Then he vanished without a goodbye. What kind of man does that? Hence the horns. They’re symbolic” Barbara proudly showed off her painting.

“Wow, mom. Quite the imagination” Jim turned to Y/n.

“Yeah” Y/n is lost for words. She didn’t know what to do “Now, I know where I got my artistic side is from”

“Aw, thank you sweety” Barbara pinched Y/n’s cheek “First your father, and now him. I swear, if I ever see Walt again…”

“On that note,” Jim nervously chuckled, starting to go upstairs “gotta run”

“Coward” Y/n whispered.

—

“Hello” Y/n announced her arrival at the bookstore.

“Hello, love” Douxie emerged from under the counter mirroring the smile in Y/n’s face “You’re early. I thought you were coming for lunch. We were going to the park”

Y/n walked to Douxie and kissed his cheek.

“Are you kicking me out?” She chuckled against his cheek.

“What?! No?!” He screamed. For a moment, fear creeped on Douxie's spine. Did he make Y/n feel rejected?

“Relax” Y/n rested her head on his shoulders, and patted his chest “I just wanted to see you. Is that such a crime?” It wasn’t a complete lie. Y/n wanted to see Douxie, she always wanted to see him. But today, she needed to get out of her house, stay away from her mother’s art.

“Stop toying with the kid. He only slept two hours” Archie jumped on top of the counter.

“Hi to you too, Arch” Y/n scratched the cat’s chin.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m a little bit on edge. It was a long night. Too many trolls in Arcadia wreaking havoc” Douxie let himself fall on the chair “Do you know what’s up with that?”

Y/n nodded. She doesn’t want to lie to Douxie but if she told him the truth she knew he would want to help and that would open a can of worms that she doesn’t want to deal with just yet.

“No idea” she shook her head “that’s weird” she observed Douxie’s dark eyebags “Hey, why don’t you go lay down until lunch and I stay here?”

“No. No. I’m okay” he straightened himself in the chair, dropping a cup with pens with his elbow.

Y/n and Archie shared a look.

“You’re not” Y/n gently push him from the shoulders of the chair “you’re missing a cat and you didn’t notice it”

“No, Al is…” Douxie started to look everywhere as Y/n guided him to the stairs.

“See? Go to sleep. See you at lunch” Y/n waved until Douxie disappeared into the distance. She turned to Arch “Where’s Al, anyway?”

“Who knows. He said something about a meeting with a duck and then something about a dandelion and tacos” Archie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t laugh at him. Is always important to have connections”

Y/n helped out a few regulars and a few not so regulars during the afternoon. Time moved slowly, the dog outside the bookstore sniffed the tree comically slow until he found a spot, the traffic lights wouldn’t change colors, everything seemed to move so painfully slow. She looked back at Archie to see if he was also affected by this strange phenomenon but he was belly up under a ray of sunshine. She smiled and walked the small store coming back to the spot where Douxie had given her her old book. She couldn’t see it back then but now, with this piece of the puzzle back in its place she could recognise that Douxie had reconstructed her old bookshelf from their time in Camelot.

“Lady Y/n” Hisirdoux shyly knocked on the door.

“Come on in” Y/n answered, her voice almost above a whisper. She was laying on the floor with her back against the bookshelf, her nose buried in a red leather bound book and her bare feet were covered by her faithful friend, Alfred.

“Where…?” Hisirdoux looked around the room until he saw the cat’s brown tail coming from under the bed “Y/n?” He called.

“Mmmh?” She lifted her view from the book, her hair was in a perfect braid but she was still in her nightgown.

“Master M…”

“Y/n?” Morgana pushed the door wide open.

Hisirdoux jumped back like a cat.

“Why aren't you wearing your dress?” The woman grabbed the dress from the bed and ran next to the girl.

“I thought I had time” Y/n looked at Hisirdoux her eyes filling with tears “I…I…”

From the hallway, they could hear the echo of the steps followed by a staff hitting the stone covered floor.

Hisirdoux’s heart fell to his stomach when he saw Y/n’s red eyes.

“Hisirdoux, can you distract him?” Asked Morgana as she prepared the girl’s dress.

Hisirdoux pursed his lips and nodded before running down the hallway.

Y/n smiled while the tears fell as she heard Hisirdoux’s insanes complain about his lack of staff.

“He is nice” Morgana whispered .

Y/n’s cheeks redden as her bracelet, she lowered her head and played with it while Morgana tightened her corset.

The woman chuckled, “He could be a nice friend… Like in the book”

“But…”

“And, don’t…but mater me”

“Y/n?! Y/n?!” Douxie screamed.

Y/n blinked a couple times and came back to the floor of the bookstore. Her knees red from supporting her weight on the floor. She looked around. She doesn’t remember getting to the ground, she doesn’t remember grabbing the book.

“Love?!” Douxie asked, voice laced with desperation.

“Doux? When did you wake up?” Y/n tried to get up but her legs failed her, luckily, Douxie caught her before she could hit the floor.

“A couple minutes ago. What happened?” He guided her to the small couch and crouched in front of her.

“I..I was looking at the books and then…I had a vision?” She frowned.

“A vision?” He repeated.

“From the past…remember the morning after Morgana gave me the anthology?”

Douxie smiled at the memory, that was the beginning of their friendship.

“I was ten and you were nine and deadly afraid of angering your father” he said a little absent minded.

“Yeah…I almost remembered him” she looked at him, her eyes full of tears like that morning.

“You’ll remember him” Douxie’s heart fell to his stomach just like that morning.

Y/n looked deeply into Douxie's hazel eyes, the only eyes that she ever wanted to look at in moments like this and closed the distance kissing him, her hands quickly finding their home amongst his hair. Douxie instantly returned the kiss with the same sweetness but more desperation. Everytime they would touch, he needed to taste every drop of it, even if it was an accidental graze of hands during the day.

His hands lifted her from the couch and her legs quickly snaked around his waist.

“Doux” Y/n panted, holding his cheeks “people can see us”

“I don’t care” he whispered, his eyes full of lust going back and forth between her eyes and her lips.

“Doux…”Y/n whispered. She was shocked. Douxie was a little more shy than that.

“Let’s go upstairs” he said into her ear before biting her earlobe.

“Mmmh” she laughed.

As Douxie’s feet would step each step of the stairwell, Y/n’s heart would pound faster, stronger. She hid her face on Douxie’s neck but the familiar smell did nothing to calm the tremors in her hands, in her torso.

Douxie laid both of them on the couch of the second floor where they would usually nap and started to kiss Y/n’s neck, his hands slowly feeling her stomach up to her sides. Y/n instinctively opened her legs to give him space, her hips moved against his, her hands went to his chest, her body reacted to his but a part of her mind was confused.

“You’re so pretty” Douxie's voice brought her to the present. His shirt was missing, his toned chest exposed for Y/n to see.

“Look who’s talking” she put a hand on his now red chest and pushed him back.

“So pretty” he repeated as he observed her while she sat on top of him.

Y/n kissed him again and again and slowly went down from his mouth, to his chin, to his neck, to the spot under his jaw where she could feel his pulse. Douxie groaned making Y/n smile but it quickly got erased from her face when her hands started to shake again while Douxie took out her shirt leaving her with her bra exposed.

Y/n put her hands on Douxie’s shoulders and moved her hips, maybe if her hands felt him they would remember him.

“Y/n?” Douxie’s hand caressed Y/n cheek “are you alright?”

She looked down at him, at his eyes full of worry and smiled.

“Of course” she kissed him but this time he didn’t return it as passionately as before, this time was sweet, understanding.

With a swift move he was on top of her again and could inspectionate her face more clearly.

“No, you’re not” he furrowed “we don’t have to do this, love” he started to pull back.

“No, I want this” she put her hand on his shoulder “it just…” she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. To Y/n Ambrosius it isn’t a big deal but to Y/n Lake it is “You know…”

But Douxie’s big eyes told her he didn’t know.

“I know that you and I…you know but…Y/n Lake hasn’t” she explained.

“I don’t follow” he whispered.

“You’re gonna make me say it” she whispered to herself “Y/n Lake is still part of me, right?”

He nodded.

“Y/n Lake is a…virgin”

Douxie’s blood drained from his face and came back in a rush.

“Oh. Oh” he sat on his heels “I see”

Y/n sat up, her body warming up from the shyness “I want this”

Douxie chuckled and kissed her cheek.

“Me too but…” he grabbed both cheeks with his hands “this time has to be special too” kissing her nose.

The butterflies ruptured Y/n’s stomach traveling through her body. She nodded, a lovesick smile plastered on her face.

—

“I was falling asleep. Was it necessary to call me sixty five times?” Y/n screamed as she opened Claire’s bedroom door.

Claire was floating in the middle of the room. The boys had tied her up chains that her magic seemed unable to break. 

“I’ll wear your spine as my crown, peasants!” Claire screamed in anger.

“That’s a new one” said Jim pointing his bat to Claire.

“Her creativity knows no bounds” added Toby.

Claire screamed, throwing Jim and Toby threw the air with her magic. Y/n was able to stay put on the door. She had been more thrown out by the familiarity of the magic than the magic itself. She took a step forward, her eyes focused on the changed Claire, her voice was different and so was her magic.

“Apologies for my delay” Blinky barged into the room and was able to set the chair back into the ground and with a quick move of a stone set the chains back into place.

The troll explained the why of his delay but Y/n couldn’t hear. She was consumed by the weight in her throat, by the burning in her eyes, something in Claire’s eyes was pulling her to the ground.

“Does the name Morgana mean anything to you?” Jim asked Blinky.

Y/n mouth hung open. The memory of the red haired woman holding her hand through the woods, braiding her hair, teaching her magic, being slayed by a sword, all came back like a stab to the heart. The myth was true. Morgana was alive.

“Morgan Le Fay, Merlin’s apprentice” explained Blinky, scared of naming the monster.

“Like Merlin who made my amulet?” asked Jim

“No” whispered Y/n and took a step back.

“I spit on his name as I spit on his grave” Morgana chuckles “Don’t we, Birdie?” She looked directly at Y/n.

“Sounds like they didn’t get along” Toby hid behind Jim.

Y/n kept walking backwards until her legs hit the bed and sat down, too afraid to make a sound.

“He thinks he can be rid of me? The fool” she laughs and turns to the guys in front of her “I will erase his name and all of his creations”

Y/n looked down at her hands and saw the tears falling down. She wasn’t sure of what she was more afraid of: the ghost in front of her or what the ghost could do to her friends.

She turned to the door and ran. Afraid that the grief and the nostalgia would bend her will. Ran far from Claire’s house, from Douxie’s library, she ran until her feet ached, until her knees gave up and then, she fell to the ground, her hands softening the blow.

A broken sob escaped her throat, her body gave out, falling to the side on top of the grass. She pulled her knees to her chest and prayed that the darkness of the night was enough to hide her from the world.

One last sob abandoned her lips before closing her eyes:

“I want my father”

—

“Good morning” whispered a familiar raspy voice.

Y/n felt a familiar hand caressing her hair. Without opening her eyes she leaned into the touch, she knew that feeling before she was even born. She stretched her hand and grabbed the familiar robe, an old habit she hadn’t shaken.

“Come one, Birdie, open your eyes” the man insisted, moving the final strand of hair from her face.

“No” she clutched the robe tighter and moved closer to the warmth that the man’s body provided.

“Why?” The man chuckled.

“I’m afraid” she cried.

“What?” The man grabbed Y/n and cradled her “Why?”

“I’m afraid you won’t be there when I open my eyes” she grabbed the closest piece of fabric she could feel.

“Oh, Birdie” the man rocked her “Of course I’ll be here”

Y/n slowly opened her eyes and under the light of the sun she saw a man with crystalline blue eyes.

“Father?” She asked before the weight of reality brought her back and made her realize that she was alone and that her father was laying on a tomb waiting to be awakened.

A/n: was that a lot?

-Yes -No

Did you expect the revelation?

-Yes -No -Why would you do that to a child?

Can you tell I have daddy issues by my choice of father?

-Yes -Yes

#tales of arcadia #douxie x reader #douxie #toa #trollhunters #hisirdoux casperan #hisirdoux x reader #my writing #Til The End Of Eternity

[babblish]

Birkenstocks and Ballet Flats

Fandom: Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)   Rating: M Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships/Characters: Bellroc, Skrael, Original Characters, Douxie, Jim, Toby, Claire

Chapter Two of Two: Merlin's Puppets The Arcane Order disguise themselves as regular normal not suspicious at all non-magic having humans to poke around unhindered after the massacre of the changelings, but things don’t exactly go to plan as they run into some familiar, though entirely unwelcome, faces.

His gaze stopped on a tall and skinny young looking man trying to shove an empty box labelled ‘Mr. Listless’ into a waste receptacle with his boot, visible through the door of the establishment’s staff kitchen. The boy stamped it two more times before he turned his head in abject dread and saw Skrael watching him, smug with the knowledge that Bellroc was right after all.

“Oh thank god! You’ve got blue hair and pronouns,” Casperan exhaled with visceral relief. “Nearly died of a heart attack, mate,” he laughed, running a hand through his greasy hair.

“You’re welcome,” Skrael replied, smiling thinly. If only it were so easy.

Casperan slammed the door behind with imagined bravado, and swaggered over, looking down at Skrael with a confused little smile on his face. “Now I’ve seen your face before, haven’t I?”

Skrael looked at him, fighting himself to not say something incriminating. “Maybe once or twice.”

“The… Los Angeles airport?” Casperan continued. “No - no, London. Belfast?”

“You don’t remember?” Skrael asked, thinking it an innocent enough question.

“Oh, so you’re a fan,” Casperan concluded. “Sorry, the underground scene tends to blur people together when you’ve been at it for as long as I have… with sleep deprivation. Ha yeah, that’s what I meant, the sleep deprivation. It’s a killer.”

“Oh I don’t sleep at all,” Skrael replied, unable to stop himself.

“Exactly,” Casperan went to fistbump him, hand hanging awkwardly before he let it fall. “Ha… well, I need to put food on the table… to put… food on the——” he froze, looking him up and down with the dread that came with recognition, but then his lip curled and he began to chuckle. “Oh you’re cute, mate. You’re really cute,” he grinned down at Skrael viciously. “Did you dress up for lil ol’ me? I’m flattered.”

— Ties in with Primordial Awakenings, Under the Wave, Under the Sun, Searching for the C and the rest of The Heart of Janus au.

#tales of arcadia #arcane order #skrael #bellroc #douxie #skraelroc #my fic #heart of janus au #this chapter does not contain skrouxie #but if you like mutually antagonistic yet flirtatious skrouxie you may find this chapter highly entertaining #because the blue coded magical characters are posturing like tomcats #at one point douxie flashes skrael the bird like his name is ebony dark'ness dementia raven way #and the arcane order are preps #the arcane order would not appreciate this reference but I feel like douxie would

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This is what archie looks like, no I will not be taking criticism at this time

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[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".

#douxie x reader #douxie x y/n #hisirdoux casperan x reader #tales of arcadia x reader #douxie imagine #tales of arcadia imagine #douxie casperan imagine #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #tales of arcadia #my writing #douxie kinda sorta smut #explore #fanfiction prompts

[snakelaufeyson]

Dating Douxie Casperan would include:

Author’s Note: Hey! I think my writer’s block is finally gone, also Douxie is my new favourite emo boy, I’ve only had him for one day and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone and then myself lmao. Anyways, I really like how this turned out, I forgot how fun headcanons are to write! Hope you guys like this! (she/her) prounouns are used!

Okay so, you two have know each other for a while, a few hundred years to say the least

But it took so long to admit your feeling for each other, it was ridiculous how oblivious the both of you were

Poor Archie was so done with you guys just circling around each other without being honest

And the shapeshifting familiar was getting tired of trying to get you two to confess

It’s funny actually, Douxie used to think his feelings for you were something he could just ignore

He was so scared if he said something you would reject him or treat him differently

But one day he just saw you hanging out with Jim

You seemed to be having fun, laughing at a joke he just said

And his mind just went

“NOPE, NO”

And then

“Oh, OH… yeah that tracks actually, Archie was right”

He hated feeling jealous

Was planning to tell you his feelings in the most perfect way possible

But then you two were patrolling one night, not really paying that much attention to the world around you

In your defense, Douxie can be really distracting

It’s okay, we all get it

But a Gumm-Gumm shows up out of nowhere, throwing you across the street, your body rolling down the pavement

The wizard was FURIOUS, eyes glowing and all

And so so worried

After defeating the monster he instantly runs to you, picking you up

You hit your head pretty hard and your arm was all scratched and bloody (he told you should have worn a hoodie, goddammit!)

He was desperate, gently nervously shaking you and calling your name, his left hand holding the side of your face

Finally opening your eyes you hold his wrist, giving him a tired smile

“That was unexpected… Douxie?”

He was barely holding it together at this point, poor boy

Desperately hugs you

“I was so scared I lost you (Y/N), I was petrified”

You can feel his tears falling down your shoulder, it breaks your heart

You pull yourself away from him so he can see you, holding his face in your hands

“Hey, hey, I’m okay, look at me Douxie, it’s alright. You’re not losing me, we’re stuck to each other… until the end of time, remember?”

He looks at you and without a second thought lowers his head, kissing you

FUCKING FINALLY

God, it took you guys long enough

Eventually he pulls away, his forehead touching yours, and he just says it

“I love you (Y/N), I love you so much”

You smile, how could you not? And give him a quick peck at the lips, gently pushing his blue tips away from his eyes

“I love you too Douxie, I always did”

TEARS, LITERAL TEARS

Archie was so happy when you two got home but also SO MAD

IT TOOK YOU ALMOST DYING FOR HIM TO SAY IT? 

Tries to forget that tiny detail quickly when he sees how happy you two are

As seen before, he’s so protective oh my god

He knows you can take care of yourself, your magic is just as strong as his if not more

But he can’t bare the thought of you getting hurt

He would never forgive himself if it ever happened

And we’ve already established, he can’t lose you, he won’t

So, when in battle, the wizard will always stick close to you, back to back

And if that’s somehow not possible will always be looking at you from afar, ready to intervene if necessary

No one is hurting you

And the same goes for him

You will never let anyone even get close to hurting him

The poor boy's been through enough already

Douxie loves to see you fighting

Especially if it is to defend him

Seeing you so mad and protective of him is kinda scary to everyone else but him

You’re screaming at the enemy, magic aggressively flowing through your hands

Your friends are all a little bit terrified 

And he’ll just freeze, looking at you with the biggest heart eyes seem to man

*Archie facepalms*

Speaking of fighting

It might be the only time you two are actually so beautifully coordinated

It’s almost like a dance, you two just work so well together, it’s insane, one look across the battlefield and the other knows exactly what they’re supposed to do

It’s really cute

He’s so impressed by everything you do, especially when it comes to magic or music

He’ll look at you with this childlike wonder

Douxie’s just so proud of you

You’ll never forget that one time you took down a few enemies by yourself

And he just screamed with the biggest smile on his face “BLEEDING BALROTHS, THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!”

It happened more than once

He’s not sorry for cheering you on, so don’t expect him to apologise

MOVING ON

I hope you love music because if you don’t this thing will just never work

He lives and breathes music, and will be so excited to share that love with you

Even if you already know how to play guitar, I’m begging you, please let him give you a lesson

Because Douxie will ask you to sit between his legs, putting his arms around you and holding his hands on top of yours while you play (kinda like that scene from the movie Ghost)

And it will be the sweetest fucking moment in the whole world

Will write endless songs about you, but will be so embarrassed to show them to you

A blushing mess

“Look… okay love, so… it’s not really ready yet, so don’t think too deeply into it… but do think about it? Because I wrote it about you… I MEAN-”

You hold his hand, instantly calming him down “Douxie it’s okay, whatever it is I know i’ll love it, especially if you made it for me”

Speaking of touch

This boy is so touch starved, goddamn 

Merlin loved him but he wasn't exactly an affectionate man, the only time he hugged the boy was when he was dying

Trauma! :D

Archie loved him too, he’s his best friend, his family

But it wasn’t the same

You however

Oh man

Hold his hand and kiss his knuckles

TRUST ME

He’ll melt under your touch

Soft boy

He’s so affectionate it hurts

Always has to be close to you

Hand in hand, gently holding you by your waist, a hand resting in the low of your back, an arm across your shoulders, you name it

I mean it, please hold him

Especially if he’s anxious or stressed

Which he is

A lot

Someone please take my baby to therapy, dear god

It will do wonders for him, he'll never be able to thank you enough for just being there 

It means the whole world to him

Has the best hugs ever, will just wrap his whole body around you

And the best kisses too

Look at him! I just know he’s a good kisser I just know it

Speaking of kisses…

He’s not the type to just kiss you on the lips and leave

No no no

He’s kissing every single bit of you

Your forehead, your temple, the tip of your nose, your shoulders, your neck

Though he’ll save those neck kisses for another time

AS I WAS SAYING UH

This boy is a gentleman, and as a gentleman he simply adores to kiss your hands

Especially since it makes you blush like crazy and he loves to see that

Please just picture you holding his face, trying to have a serious conversation and he’ll just…

Lean into your touch, turning his head and kissing your palm

You would just stop working the scene is just so fucking soft

Douxie is such a simp for you

If you steal his hoodies he will die

You look so adorable in his clothes and he will not know how to handle that

Him and Archie will be having a normal conversation and you’ll just get in the kitchen, yawning and scratching your eyes while wearing his hoodie, whispering a good morning to them both and making your way to the cabinet so you could make yourself a cup of tea

And Douxie will just… break

❤��👄❤️

Douxie.exe has stopped working

Do that more often is so fucking sweet

This man loves you very, very much

He may be a little bit of a mess

But he’s your mess

#i love him so much #my precious wizard #douxie casperan #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #douxie x reader #douxie casperan x reader #toa #toa fanfic #tales of arcadia #claire nuñez #jim lake jr #archie toa #colin o’donughue #douxie casperan headcanons #toa headcanons #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux imagine #douxie casperan imagine #toa imagine #nari of the eternal forest #merlin #morgana #toa x reader

[daydream-believin]

ok but,,,, douxie,,, and reader,,,, making out ;)

(i need a fic p l e a s e)

magenta makeout

summary: still feeling the rush of a performance, douxie takes you backstage, or well, under the stage, to give you a little attention.

warnings: this is def the spiciest thing ive ever written, that being said its not n/s/f/w per se, but uh, makeout, biting, handsy doux, uhhh, yeah

a/n: ask and you shall receive, but o/////o o/////o o/////o

your world was a bright, neon magenta. all the lights were bright, quite literally turning your vision rose colored, and yet it still somehow managed to be dark in this corner under the stage. dark enough to feasibly conceal you and your boyfriend to a certain degree, but you supposed that’s probably why he dragged you down here in the first place.

douxie’s hands gripped your waist. his fingertips dug into your flesh with how tightly he was pulling your bodies together, it almost hurt. his lips were just as rough against yours. a bit sloppy, but you loved that. the feeling of his lips moving in tandem with yours was driving you wild. with an troublesome grin, douxie bit down on your bottom lip and pulled at it gently. cheeky.

you retaliated by separating yourself from his mouth, moving down just below his jaw. douxie could feel your hot breath against the sensitive area and shivered. he felt your nose brush against his neck before he felt the sensation of your tongue. doux let out an adorable squeak as you gently bit down, and you apologized with your tongue as you began sucking the tender skin, surely leaving behind a little purple bruise. you moved further downward to right above his collarbone, making sure to drag your teeth along his flesh. douxie was vocal in his appreciation.

the music was so loud. but that was good. it concealed the embarrassing noises. but lucky lucky you, you’re close enough to still hear every sound that left his throat. you moved back up to meet his lips, stifling it in the moment.

your lips pressed firmly against his, but that wouldn’t do at all. you snaked your hand up to drag you fingers through his scalp, in turn dragging out a guttural moan from douxie’s lips. which gave you the opportunity to slip your tongue past his teeth. your noses were squishing a little too close together, so douxie tipped his face in adjustment ever so slightly, before meeting your tongue with his. he tasted like mint, as he slid his tongue over yours. hmmm, he must have popped one in his mouth before his gig. don’t want to coat a mic in bad breath. douxie let you push your way into his mouth, letting you think you’d won, before he started sucking on your tongue. your grip on his hair tightened. and as much as you both enjoyed this, you were out of air.

as you both reluctantly pulled away, gasping for air, your breaths mingled and you noticed some fog. the music had changed, some stomping here and there, the next gig had started. but the magenta lighting was there to stay it seemed. no matter. the fog added to the atmosphere. not that you two even acknowledged any of it, you were too wrapped up in each other. douxie took a few steps backwards, confusing you at first, until he sat down on a large unused amp (a speaker? you weren’t too sure nor did you care). doux beckoned you back to him, and as you obeyed, he took you by the arm before pulling you into his lap. you got comfortable straddling him and wasted no time as you began snogging once again.

you never actually intended for it to get this heated. at least not why you where still here, backstage after a gig, while his friends where still around, waiting up for him. you couldn’t help it. douxie just looked so pretty. all cleaned up for the performance. well, clean wasn’t the word. sexy? the point is no one can blame you for taking your sweet time when an incredibly hot punk rocker pulled you into a semi-private space for the express purpose of kissing you. you.

he smelled the cologne his bandmate sprayed on him earlier. douxie wasn’t one for stuff like that, but his friend had insisted he “smell like a rockstar” as they put it. you weren’t minding that at all though. you thought douxie always smelled like a rockstar, just by virtue of it was him. he disagreed, thinking you thought a little too highly of him.

but that post-gig adrenaline high had gotten into the rocker, if it wasn’t evident by now. douxie was dripping in confidence. which had made him a little bold, as repeatedly captured your lips with his. his hands roamed down your sides, over your ribs and your waist, before giving your ass a squeeze. you were a little surprised at this, douxie rarely got this handsy, but it was a welcome surprise.

your lips moved together like a delicate dance, fluid and practiced. not always graceful, but immensely beautiful. douxie’s touch was the most familiar thing to you. you couldn’t get enough of it. your saliva mingled with his, your lungs breathed in his air. you could stay like this forever. unfortunately, forever was cut short as doux broke the kiss.

but he wasn’t done by any means. doux returned the favor from earlier, leaving a mark on your pretty neck. you didn’t think he’d let you leave here without one did you. you let out a little moan as he nipped at the flesh. a grin spread across douxie’s face. he looked up at you, hazel eyes sparkling. you flushed, as if you hadn’t just spent all this time stuffing your tongues down each other’s throats. you averted your gaze, tracing the tattoos on his shoulders. a shiver ran down douxie’s spine. he took a deep breath.

“darling?”

you nodded to him.

“there’s something i wanted to tell you tonight.”

normally words like that would provoke anxiety, but you had a good feeling about this. “yeah?”

“i— i love you.”

your eyes were saucers. you? he loves you? how in deya’s grace did you get so lucky. how did you pull this off??

douxie didn’t take your lack of response too well, “i— uh, don’t worry, you don’t have to say it back,, if, you’re not ready... or—“

“i love you too.” you cut him off.

“hisirdoux casperan i love you too.”

douxie’s face lit up like christmas. “you do?”

“i do.” the grin on your face hurt.

bzzz bzzz douxie’s back pocket interrupted. he grumbled as he checked the phone. it was his bandmates, wondering where the hell he was. his brows scrunched together in annoyance. it was so cute.

“ah, it looks like we’ve got to go back and join the others, my love.”

you giggled at the emphasis he put on that new pet name. new butterflies joined the ones already in residence in your stomach. you could get used to that.

“awww, but i was having so much fun.” you teased.

you left the venue, away from the light. but you still felt magenta.

#douxie x reader #douxie x y/n #hisirdoux casperan x reader #tales of arcadia x reader #douxie imagine #tales of arcadia imagine #Douxie Casperan x reader #douxie casperan imagine #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #tales of arcadia #my writing

[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?

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[prismarts]

Domestic Douxilly Ramblings

Today, I bring you all some wizard dorks stuff. Tomorrow........who knows? maybe another one shot?

- Illy and Douxie are both decent cooks so they do split the meal prep... at least they would if Illy could figure out how to use a stove.

- She has almost burned down their apartment once trying to use a stove for the first time.

- Douxie decided they should just cook together until she can use a stove on her own..

- They don’t mind, they love messing around while they cook and make a damn mess in the small kitchen.

- Douxie likes to mess around while they do chores just to lighten things up.

- Douxie tries to teach illy about all the electric things they had in the apartment in New York before he took on any jobs so they can pay rent......thankfully, if she ever forgot or wasn’t used to things, Archie would be there.

- One day, Illy successfully made dinner on her own! She even surprised Douxie when he got home from his jobs.

- He was really proud of her.

- They ate dinner together on the couch and then just cuddle and watch movies.

- Douxie has a habit staying up late to keep watch for the Order... Illy tries to get him to sleep but he kept saying he was okay.

- They were able to compromise, one would keep watch while the other takes a nap and they’d switch after an hour or two.

- it worked for a bit......until Douxie decided to cuddle  against Illy while she took a nap and they both fell asleep just hugging the other close.

- Nari went to check on them and found them asleep. She put a blanket over them and kept watch the rest of the night.

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[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.

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