#hisirdoux imagine

[gaylightisminetocommand]

random Douxoodles (Douxie doodles) 💙

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#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

[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

[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

[honeyxmonkey]

Hes dooonnnneeee

Hes definitely a dancer. Now we know where Tori gets it from

#am also lowkey imagining carter kissing all of that silver body paint off him after the performance 👀👀 #tales of arcadia #wizards tales of arcadia #hisirdoux casperan #toa wizards #honey's art #carterdoux #carter howard #tales of arcadia oc #toa ocs #toa oc #half bloods and hunters

[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]

I feel a little bad for the lack of chapter last week soooo I wrote some silly little ttoe headcanons that I think about all the time:

DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T READ CHAPTER SIXTEEN!! SPOILERS BELOW!!

Y/n was born the winter after Douxie was born

As children, Y/n had the same doubtful feelings for Douxie as she had at the beginning of the series. Why would a guy like this like me?? What she didn’t know was that he had the same feelings

Douxie always finished his chores later than expected because he would spy observe Y/n hanging out around the castle

Back in Camelot, Y/n wouldn’t talk much. Only with Douxie and her family

Y/n got Alfred as gift when she was a child by a very important person

Y/n’s first crush wasn’t Douxie and he still bitter about it to this day

Y/n thinks Douxie’s feelings for Shakespeare are hilarious

Archie likes to complain about Y/n and Douxie pda but really he doesn’t mind he just likes complaining

Al barely notices it. Sometimes he follows Archie’s show because he loves his older brother

Y/n is obsessed with Douxie’s nose I’m obsessed…

Barbara already had Jim when she met little Y/n

Y/n fell in love with Barbara the second she kneeled in front of her, in that moment she decided “yeah, that’s my mom”

Jim was really small when he met Y/n but the reaction Y/n had with Barbara? Jim had with Y/n “yeah, that’s my big sister”

Y/n didn’t complaint. She loved it

Jim has always been extremely protective of Y/n. When he was in second grade he heard a boy from his class had a crush on her and for a month straight all his books ended up in the teacher’s toilet. His mom had to change him from school. No one knows. Not even Toby. Jim is still ashamed.

Also, for a brief period of time, Jim was jealous of the attention Y/n gave to Toby

That’s why Jim still doesn’t really know about Douxie 👀

Since it’s touch on in chapter 10: Relics: Morgana’s death almost killed Y/n

When Jim, Toby and Claire found out Al could talk they tried to have a long conversation with him but the cat has a very short attention span so he fell asleep on Claire’s lap he love’s Claire Y/n is a little jealous

When Y/n rejected Douxie by calling him Hisirdoux in chapter 12 he went back home and threw up

When Y/n thought the old picture of him and her in Machu Picchu was his parents he imagined the two of them with kids and almost passed out and cried

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

[mrdowhat]

something about douxie living for as long as he did makes my heart hurt. alone and scared he was left to carry on merlin’s legacy and forced to be content with it because he has no one to argue otherwise. with douxie being douxie, i can only imagine how many times he’s loved to only be hurt again seeing them die. did he ever get tired of loving people? what kept him from being jaded after centuries of people leaving him?

I like to imagine that if merlin wasn’t…merlin..that when he sees his immortal apprentice once again, clearly aged but staying the same as he did centuries ago, he only stares and whispers “you look tired, my apprentice.”

because he must be.

after years of being alive, you must crave some sort of relief from it all, right? do you think hisirdoux ever let himself breathe? did he ever let himself be angry at merlin? did he ever allow himself to fully understand everything after all those years?

i really want someone, ANYONE, to just acknowledge how lonely it must’ve been for douxie. especially if it was merlin, he could at least try to understand that what costed him nothing costed everything to his young apprentice. for CENTURIES hisirdoux was alone, he must be so tired.

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #hisirdoux casperan #toa hisirdoux #douxie #honestly i don’t know where i was going lol #i’m a sucker for immortal angst #let that boy cry more!

[rikalovesrice]

I wanted to make a proper post about this so here I goooo

If you follow me, you’ll know that I absolutely adore Douxie. He’s darn near everything I could ever love about a character. Heck, about a person. I mean he’s a cool goth-punk rocker who’s kind-hearted, who’s passionate about doing the right thing, who looks out for others, steadfast in his values, is a helpless goofball bean of a moppet, etc, etc. As I’ve said before, Douxie’s character truly revitalized the artist and writer in me. Easily one of my favorite fictional characters of all time. Aaahhh I could go on and on about how much Douxie has inspired me.

*big sigh* And so....

Last year, as I sat in the aftermath of RoTT and lamented the unfair shortness of Wizards, I started imagining the idea of a Douxie spin-off series. I brainstormed that it could be called Hisirdoux: Tales of Arcadia or even just Hisirdoux and be all about Douxie’s life before the events of the main series or what he was up to in specific episodes of Trollhunters and 3Below, some kind of follow-up from RoTT (memories and Master Wizardness restored, of course), or all of the above! (And of course more Zoe!)

.....Yeah, it’s probably not gonna happen :’) Which, y’know, is okay and I have accepted it lol

BUT THEN

It’s a few months old but I only recently stumbled upon Aaron’s tweet:

Funny thing, I actually saw someone ask Aaron about the possibility of a spin-off (couldn’t find the tweet, sadly) and I remember him replying that, as much as he’d love that, it wasn’t his call to make.

.........LOOK I AIN’T TRYNA SAY NOTHIN’...............buuuuuut idk???? kiiiiiinda seems kinda, I dunno, kiiinda...y’know...y’know???

Ahem. 

Anywho, this most likely doesn’t mean anything, just a CRUEL playful comment in response to a ToA fan (btw it is really awesome that Aaron still engages with the fandom from time to time ^^). It’s more than likely that Douxie will forever be a small, sweet treasure. And ya know what? That’s perfectly fine. Yeah, his series was done kinda dirty but boy did that lad still shine. I mean an entire zine was made just for him. So many people adore Douxie, and it’s clear as daylight as to why. He’s not just a cool character. He’s an example. We may have only had him for 10 episodes, but the inspiration, the impact, carries on. So yeah...Aaron’s tweet is probably just a teasing throwaway.

............................

But holy hexes if it doesn’t spark an inkling of hope XD

#douxie #hisirdoux casperan #tales of arcadia #toa wizards #toa 3below #toa trollhunters #trollhunters rise of the titans #Anywho I miss Douxie T_T #my sweet boooy #i'm full of thanksgiving food and i'm tired rip #i meant to write more this month but then the new pokemon game came out so...yeah lol #rika rambles

[dragetunge]

@timewept sent:❝ i was lost without you. i was lonely. ❞ (douxie)

[❇]—;

It was never his intention to hurt them. Not ever. But here he was before them once again and all he could feel was what he had before all of this happened. Seeing them again. He couldn't help but reach out and hold them. Cradle them as he had once before all those years ago. Douxie had cried in his arms for hours. He too had shed more tears than he had known for a while. Things were so different from back then. They were different. But in a good way.

But himself? Untouched, unchanged by time itself.

He couldn't begin to fathom the countless years Douxie had been on their own. What they had gone through without him. He had promised to always be there and he broke that promise to them. And it stung him worse than a sword driven into his chest. "Hisirdoux..." His voice was so low he could hardly believe that it was his voice that had come from him. He had no words really to help comfort them. He didn't even know what had happened. He just remembered falling asleep and then suddenly there were strange buildings and unfamiliar faces besides that of Vendel. Who had gotten so old since the last he saw him. Outside of him, Toothless was the only thing he knew. The language of the three who freed him from the spell to begin with were strange. Unfamiliar to even he.

"I...I-I...'m so sorry..." He begins but feels a finger press against his lips. Looking down to the other curiously as he feels their weight shift. Allowing him to see eye to eye with them. Oh gods there wasn't a day he couldn't get lost in those gorgeous golden eyes of theirs. He couldn't help but stare unabashedly into theirs. He still was cast under that spell of mapping out every detail of those eyes of theirs. The outer ring of their eyes such a beautiful gold as they were speckled with blues, greens and browns towards their pupil. Those very eyes he always caught watching him while he had worked. The last things he saw when he went to sleep every night with them curled up in his arms.

How they made his heart flutter....

He had hardly noticed them fully sitting in his lap. Forehead pressed to his as he could smell the sweet scent of cologne that stuck to their skin. He smelled like their shared home. How he missed that smell already. His eyes closing to take it in. His arms adjusting to wrap fully around them as he held the other. He truly missed him so. They sat that way for what seemed like an eternity before he heard them speak again. Their voice just as low as his own as he opened his eyes to look at them again.

❝ i never forgot you. not for one moment. ❞

Just hearing those words he felt a weight on his chest lift. Tears welled once again in his eyes as they flowed freely again. He didn't think he could have shed so much as he had in the past hour or so they had been reunited. "Mitt hjerte, tilgi meg..... vennligst tilgi meg..." The viking sobbed as the arms around the other tightened.

He hurt them more than he could have imagined. The one person he vowed to always love and cherish in this entire world. There was no coming back from that. Even as unintentional as it was the fact remained he had broken Douxie's heart. In a way he should never had.

He left them alone.

Slowly his face disappeared into their shoulder as he felt his sobs bubble over. His form wrecked with them as he pleaded 'tili meg' over and over again. His voice disappearing into their shoulder as he tightened his hold on the other. Terrified if he loosened his grip they'd disappear forever on him.

How many tears had they shed because of him? How many days did they isolate themselves from others because they had thought of him? How was he going to fix all of this? How could he ever amount to being better if he had done so much damage already? All these questions were now circling around inside of his mind.

He let those sobs come so freely. Hearing them echoed by the other as they clung to each other for dear life.

Hiccup was going to make up for all of this. No matter what happened he was going to make it all up. He had to. His heart was still too full of love for the other. The thought of being without them again pained him too much to think about. But he had them again in his arms again. And he wasn't going to let them go so willingly.

Not ever again.

#dragetunge #timewept #ic #ch; douxie #v; for the dancing and the dreaming #🔥▓◤AH YES. JUST ANOTHER DAY ON BERK: Interactions◥ #🔥▓◤PEACE HAS BEEN MAINTAINED: Answered◥ #🔥▓◤I CLOSED MY EYES I TOOK A DRINK: timewept/Hisirdoux◥ #hisiccup #//well you asked for angst you received it #tw; long post

[beannary]

I posted 4,941 times in 2022

That's 4,941 more posts than 2021!

249 posts created (5%)

4,692 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 627 of my posts in 2022

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#trollhunters - 129 posts

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#hisirdoux casperan - 61 posts

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#toa - 44 posts

#toa douxie - 43 posts

#toa hisirdoux - 43 posts

#hisirdoux - 41 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#(yes i know it’s because he’s a vampire but i still imagine that even when you know you’re a corpse you don’t really want people to go

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hisirdoux is losing

Based on this post.

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#4

Behold! A dangerous and ferocious dragon!

400 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#3

See the full post

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#2

so I know I said I wouldn't becomes obsessed with rottmnt but uhhhhhhhhhhh here we are

737 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #poetic cinema that blob archie is my top post for this year #also im glad that my first turtle post managed to sneak in

[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

[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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[honeyxmonkey]

Hisirdoux sat next to Merlin, drawing his knees up to his chest. He didn't say anything. Not yet. He just sat there in silence, listening to the wind blowing above the treetops and the birds whistling in their nests.

Merlin was quiet too, but it was a different kind of quiet. It was sad. Wistful. He gazed absently at the horizon, twisting a silver bracelet in his hands.

The bracelet was old, but well kept. Shining in the light of the setting sun.

Hisirdoux glanced at his master, waiting for him to say something. He'd just found Merlin like this and it was odd. It made Hisirdoux want to know what was wrong so he could fix it.

"Did you know," When Merlin spoke his voice was soft and sad. "That I have had many apprentices. So many that I've lost count."

Hisirdoux blinked. "Well... I suppose it would make sense. You're far older than you look, aren't you?"

Merlin smiled softly, still not looking away from the horizon. "Yes. I am."

Hisirdoux glanced at the bracelet, then at Merlin. "I can't imagine losing so many people... knowing you'd probably outlive them."

The old wizard sighed. "I had hoped... that for some... that for her it would be different."

"... her?" He asked carefully.

And Merlin's smile was so sad but so fond that it made Hisirdoux’s heart ache. "Antigone. My first apprentice." He lifted a hand and his magic conjured an image of a young girl. She looked to be around sixteen years of age, the green outlines of the magic obscuring any color, but her features were easy to see. "She was gifted, passionate." He looked at his apprentice, a softer, happier smile pulling at his lips. "You remind me of her."

Hisirdoux smiled back at him, scooting a little closer to his master. "Can I ask what happened to her?" He asked after a moment.

Merlin let the magic fade and his gaze fell away once more. He was silent for a long while before he said, "She was often too brave for her own good."

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Okay so just a lil thing cause my brain suddenly said, "Merlin's lived a long ass time so he's probably had lots of apprentices and they're probably all dead now or some shit and HEY LETS ANGST WIZARD DAD"

So so 👀

Antigone is like. literally his daughter and after she died he became super emotionally distant from his apprentices because he knew if he ever loved them the way he loved her it would literally break him for good

But then Douxie came along 👀👀👀

Deep down Merlin always loved his apprentices so fucking much. But he never showed it because he didn't want to get attached dammit

Anyway um

The Arcane Order killed her

imagine Merlin’s distress when his son was about to be killed the same way his daughter was thousands of years ago

#yes im gonna write this for a whole ass thing #cause wizard dad angst is going wild in my brain #honey's art #tales of arcadia #wizards tales of arcadia #hisirdoux casperan #toa wizards #moppet!douxie #toa oc #toa ocs #toa #wizard dad #merlin ambrosius #antigone ambrosius

[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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