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Krexie Week 2023 Day 1: Rain/Flowers

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Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46640308

Much to Krel's excitement, Douxie is coming back to Arcadia for a little while to help him with repairing Castle Camelot. Their day gets derailed though when the weather gets rainy.

The spring and summer of 2017 had been hot and dry in Arcadia – unusually so, even for California. Now, this could be chalked up to a number of things, climate change and an ancient witch fucking with the weather via weird meteorological magic chief amongst them, but the causes don’t necessarily matter right now.

Right now, all that matters is that the spring of 2017 had been hot and dry in Arcadia. Clouds had been pretty scarce, and those rare overcast days brought only wind, never water. There wasn’t so much as a mist or a sprinkle, only relentless heat that had sapped the landscape, turning the once healthy grass yellow and brittle and making the trees wilt so severely that they began to appear closer to something painted by Salvador Dali. By the time July reached its twilight, the city had been thoroughly baked, and all of its residents had as well, bemoaning the drought and dreaming of the day they might hear the mythical thunder once more.

All but one.

Here is a fact for you: Nancy Domzalski, though she would have loved to, would not have been able to join Varvatos on Akiridion without a fair bit of maneuvering and aid. She checked if Akiridion 5 had oxygen – but she hadn’t checked whether it had water.

Here is another fact: only about 1x10^-12 of the known planets in the universe have abundant and easily accessible liquid water, and a fraction of that fraction is inhabited.

And a third fact: Akiridion 5 is not one of these planets.

So, while the heat is rather bothersome, it isn’t crazily so, and the dryness to rival the deserts to the southeast in Nevada and Arizona isn’t noteworthy in the slightest to Arcadia’s resident Akiridion.

What is noteworthy, though, is the day, just after the birth of August, the sun doesn’t rise. At least, not in any visible way. Stretching across the sky from horizon to horizon are thick, gray clouds. They roil across the sky, as if the crashing waves of the sea had been supplanted into the heavens, and carry with them a rumbling, still too far off to do much more than bounce off eardrums, but near enough for the soundwaves to bear fruitful promise.

Krel knows what this is – he’s seen enough human media to know what a rainstorm looks like.

But he pays this no more mind than vague acknowledgment, not processing it whatsoever as he makes a swift exit from the mothership and jumps into his car (that he technically stole, but the police can’t prove he’s the one who stole those parts, so jokes on them), already half a horvath late after he accidentally passed out at his workstation last night without an alarm set. He has better and more important things to think about, after all – Douxie is back in Arcadia today with Nari, for the first time in months, to help Krel with the flight mechanics of the currently-being-rebuilt Castle Camelot.

And if he’s just as excited to see Douxie again as he is to work on the magitech, well, he can’t exactly be blamed. Ever since they first teamed up after the Order attacked HexTech, Krel’s felt like maybe it was Douxie that’s been missing. He just gets Krel, in a way that pretty much no one else has, not even Aja.

In but a few minutes, he’s pulled up outside the no-longer-ruins, still very much where Arcadia Oaks High once stood – with how massive this thing is, there was no moving it. But once Krel gets it off the ground, they can relocate to the forest for the rest of the rebuilding and repair and the reconstruction of the school can begin. And then maybe he’ll get a respite from Mary’s bitching about Arcadia Oaks High being temporarily hosted by Arcadia Oaks Academy.

And there he is. Standing outside the repaired gates is Douxie, looking exactly as he had when he left, from the blue tips to the black Converse to the skull necklace. He grins as Krel approaches, giving a two-finger salute in greeting. Krel gives an excited wave in response and then quickly cuts himself off.

Ok, I’m not an oaf like Steve, I need to get myself together.

“Was wondering when you’d show up,” Douxie teases.

“Ok, I’m not that late,” Krel says. “Where’s Nari?”

“She’s with the Trollhunters,” Douxie says. “She wanted Toby to show her more of his stage magic.”

“And Archie?”

“Blinky.”

Yeah, that tracks.

There’s an awkward moment where neither of them says anything, they just stare at each other. Eyes roaming over Douxie’s face, he’s reminded just how gold Douxie’s eyes are, a mesmerizing color Krel’s yet to see any other human, wizard, or even troll possess, a color he’d expect more from the stars themselves, in the hearts of supernovas and in the space dust that births nebulas.

Then Douxie clears his throat and gives Krel a playful smirk, breaking Krel from his reverie, causing him to blush deeply. “R-right, uh, let’s get started.”

The two make their way over to the engine Krel’s gotten hooked up, a feat of technology Krel is personally incredibly proud of. It makes his teleporter look like a child’s toy! This engine, the Heart of Avalon 2.0, is the largest piece of technology he’s ever made, and it’s the same size and dimensions as the original gemstone that powered the castle. With the little experience he got from his and Douxie’s brief experiment together with the miniature Heart of Avalon, he’s managed to ensure the entire thing is optimized for magic and made it so that the internal four-dimensional processor is keyed into the specific wavelengths and frequencies that he knows Douxie’s magic operates at. He’s also got the local transmitter and all the receivers set up and linked, that way when the engine is up and running, the magitech will function equally at every corner of Camelot, allowing for it all to rise as one piece, every inch of it with the same support. All the tech is in place – as in place as it can be right now since there are sections of the castle that can’t be repaired until it’s in the air – so now he just needs the magic component, and he can test this baby out. Hopefully, it won’t go down in flames.

He's 63.8% confident it won’t.

When they arrive at the Heart, Douxie’s jaw actually drops as he takes it all in, eyes unable to settle in any one spot for very long with just how much there is to see.

“You … this … holy shit.”

“Pretty impressive, yes?” Krel says.

“It’s … it’s amazing! How many people had to help you to get this done so quickly?” Douxie asks.

“Oh, no one, this was all me,” Krel says, with no lack of self-satisfaction, preening under the praise.

“You made this entire thing yourself!?”

“From initial design all the way through construction – the only help I needed was that of some of Blinky’s magic books to supplement my admittedly limited knowledge on magical conduits.”

“Oh, Zoe’s going to be so fucking jealous that she didn’t make this herself when she sees this, this is a technomancer’s wet dream right here,” Douxie says with a laugh. Krel isn’t sure what that means, but he laughs along anyway. Then Douxie says, “Alright, so, what am I doing here?”

Krel grabs Douxie’s hand, pretends like that doesn’t make his own skin tingle where they touch, and drags Douxie over to the platform that leads into the heart of the Heart. For this whole thing to work, there are multiple interface sites with access to different aspects and functions, and what Douxie needs to do has to do with the primary function, the interface to which is located at the most central part of the Heart where it can better connect and communicate with everything else.

In this space, they are surrounded by the blue glow of Akiridion tech reflected back by the metal, and the black of Douxie’s hair is turned a midnight blue against blue-tinted skin. The gold of his eyes doesn’t turn green for a second, though, the color too powerful to be shifted.

And tucked away in here, the rest of the world feels impossibly far away from this moment. All it is, is him, Douxie, and their magitech.

Krel’s isn’t sure how long they work – he’s far too captivated by A: his tech, because it’s his tech, and B: the trails of sky-blue magic in the air, sparks flying off to hover in the air like little stars. He’s too enraptured in what they’re creating together, in the conversation that flows so naturally between them. Douxie tells him of his travels with Nari, and Krel fills him in on what’s going on in Arcadia, and when they’ve no more to say on that their conversation easily drifts amongst topics, eventually settling on music.

“You know, I’ve been practicing, and I think I’m getting pretty good,” Krel says.

“Oh yeah? Did you end up getting the books I suggested?” Douxie says.

“Yes, and you were right, they were very helpful,” Krel says. And then, teasingly, he adds, “I also may have found some videos on YouTube.”

“You found those???” Douxie asks.

“Well, Zoe may have sent me the link to the first one,” Krel says.

“Of course she did,” Douxie sighs.

“Hey, they were very informative,” Krel says. “A good demonstration of technique.”

“They’re shitty videos of me playing guitar in a tiny shitty apartment with a 2006 quality camera,” Douxie says. “I’m surprised you can even make out the fingerings I’m doing.”

“I won’t lie, it took a few watches and a little sound comparison,” Krel says.

“Well, you’ll have to give me a demonstration,” Douxie says, shooting Krel a smile, which Krel can’t help but mirror.

“If you have time before you have to leave,” Krel then says with a pang in his chest.

“I’ll make sure I do,” Douxie says, bumping his shoulder into Krel’s.

And, well, he’s just glad the room is lit up blue to disguise just how brightly he blushes at that.

Pretty soon after this, Douxie mentions lunch – evidently, he had been keeping track of time.

Back in the main hall of the castle, after putting his transduction on (eating is so much better when he’s got actual taste buds), Krel is caught off guard by a great rumble from outside.

At the entrance, gazing out, Krel is struck by the sight.

Streaks of liquid silver fall from the heavens, great waves from the gray sky coming down paint the world beneath. A cool mist sits against his skin, a completely foreign feeling to the warm humidity of the spring and the dry heat of the summer. Each strike to the ground creates a symphony and releases from the world an earthy scent unlike anything he’s encountered before, a scent of freshness and life. He can feel the relief of the flora around him, a palpable joy in the air, laced through the earthy scent, set into every line of every stem and leaf and trunk as they welcome the deluge, the relief of having water after months and months of not even a single drop.

“Krel?”

Douxie’s already outside the building, standing in the rain entirely unbothered, waiting for him. His dark hair is darker, the black more complete, the blue richer. It’s weighed down by the water, and the wet ropes stick to glistening skin. He doesn’t seem to mind the rain though. He pushes his bangs back out of his face, giving Krel a full view of those eyes, turned molten in the rain.

Krel tentatively takes a step forward but lurches back at the first splatter of water on the tip of his nose, the cold of it startling him.

A calloused hand enters his vision, long, thin fingers outstretched to him.

“Come on,” Douxie says, and the warmth in his voice and written into the deepest lines of his face is enough to make Krel’s breath hitch and create a fluttering in his stomach.

He tentatively takes Douxie’s hand, and the wizard slowly pulls him out into the downpour. He gasps at the sensation of the cold water soaking through his hair and into his shirt and pants, a shock to the system that really wakes him up. He holds out his free hand and watches in wonder the plips of rain against his palm, rolling over the sides and down his wrist as they gather and splash.

None of the movies or tv shows could have prepared him for real rain – not even his times in water here, under the spray of the shower or in the mothership’s pool, could have prepared him.

There’s a squeeze of his hand. He looks to see Douxie’s interlaced his fingers with Krel’s – and the effect of the droplets streaking down their arms to streak over and between interlocked hands, gathering in their snug palm and where their finger meet so firmly it cannot slip through the cracks.

Now in close proximity, Krel can’t look away from Douxie’s face – how the rain gathers and shimmers over his pale skin to highlight his cheekbones, how his cheeks seem rosier in the wake of cold water, how his normally pretty straight hair curls slightly against his neck and temples, how water droplets sit delicately on his eyelashes to glimmer in the dimmed daylight.

He’s beautiful.

“Hm, I was thinking the same thing,” Douxie says with a cheeky smile. Krel tenses when he realizes he said that out loud. His free hand comes to rub at the back of his neck in embarrassment, and then he registers what exactly it is Douxie says. A squeak leaves him at the sudden realization, and in that moment he’s sure he’s blushing so hard his cheeks are up like a 100-watt cyan light bulb.

This seems to strike Douxie, as Krel can actually hear his breath catch and watches as Douxie’s eyes go wide, sparkling both with wonder and with specks of blue light.

That’s when he notices a bunch of odd points of blue light on Douxie’s face, reflections of something else just like the specks in his eyes.

Krel’s own eyes widen as he realizes what it is.

Water refracts light.

With the rain running down his cheeks, his blush has created a cyan galaxy across his face.

“Wow …” Douxie breathes.

Krel just smiles, a little awkwardly, unsure of what to say. He’s never been the best with words, after all.

Douxie’s free hand comes up to gently push a wet chunk of hair out of Krel's face, tucking it behind his ear. Krel can feel the cold drips from the end of it join the drips of the rest of his hair down his neck. Douxie’s fingers leave little sparks in their wake as they just ever so lightly brush across his skin.

He then finds himself being led away from Castle Camelot. Each footfall sends up a spray of water, and when he comes to his first large puddle, the splash is high enough to soak his socks and the bottoms of his jeans, both to his discomfort and to his delight. And that puddle seems to activate something inside of Krel.

At the next large puddle, he simply can resist – instead of just stepping into it, he lets go of Douxie’s hand and jumps, sending the water spraying nearly as high as his shirt and also getting Douxie.

The little giggle that leaves him is completely involuntary. The fond one that leaves Douxie is less so.

And then Douxie stomps in the standing water, sending a spray over Krel’s shins.

Krel then kicks through the water, sending a larger splash Douxie’s way.

Douxie raises a challenging eyebrow, and Krel wastes no time darting away.

That’s how the two find themselves running through the streets of Arcadia like a couple of little kids, splashing through puddles and soaking each other in their chase.

They’ll have to finish their work later, and once they’re done with the preliminary testing, Douxie will have to take Nari and leave again.

But for now, they don’t have to worry about reconstruction or evil magical gods or saving the world.

For now, they’re two boys playing in the rain together.

By the time they slow to a stop, they’re panting and soaked from head to toe. Even still, each raindrop that hits Krel carries with it an invigoration that, along with the cold, raises goosebumps along his arms. He’s winded, but he’s alive, in a way he never would’ve thought rain could make him feel.

Though, he’s pretty sure it’s not just the rain making him feel this way.

They find themselves in the town square park, which is utterly empty beside themselves. Not even Stuart is out here selling his tacos, which means they’re going to need to think of something else for lunch.

He locks eyes with Douxie once they’ve both caught their breath, and the two of them can only laugh.

Krel’s then caught off guard by Douxie once again taking his hand and pulling him in, the two of them even closer than they were before back at the castle.

“Hi,” he says, most of his cerebral higher functioning officially shut down.

“Hi,” Douxie says back. Krel can feel his breath across his cheeks as he speaks, can feel the heat radiating off the wizard’s skin. Suddenly overwhelmed by just how close they are, Krel tries to look away, but a hand comes gently under his chin, slowly lifting his face back up.

He isn’t sure who moves first to close the gap.

Honestly, it may have been both of them.

All that Krel really knows is that one second, Douxie’s lifted his chin and locked his eyes once more with Krel’s, and the next, that hand has moved to cup Krel’s jaw and the space between them has closed in time with their eyes.

Cold lips meet cold lips, chapped slightly from the chilly air. Douxie lets go of Krel’s hand to wrap that arm around Krel’s waist, and Krel finds his own hands coming up to settle on Douxie’s chest. Warmth bursts into life inside of Krel, a rightness settling across him and soaking into his core like the rain into his clothes.

It tastes like petrichor.

#krexie #krexieweek #krel tarron #hisirdoux casperan

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yellowmagicalgirl · 1 year

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Come Into the Light

Douxie and Archie go exploring a not-so-abandoned castle. Douxie finds himself making a deal for Archie's safety.

Guess who finally wrote the Beauty and the Beast AU ey had mentioned in discord back in 2021! I have more planned, and even some of the next scene written, but I couldn't get it done in time for @krexieweek. I'll try to publish a sequel sometime this summer.

AO3

FFN

It had been almost an hour, and Douxie was tired of waiting. It should have been simple. Archie would fly in, check to see if there were any obvious traps in the first part of the castle, and report back to Douxie. It shouldn't have taken more than twenty minutes, unless perhaps there was a pool of fish inside.

"I swear we need to find some sort of telepathy spell," Douxie grumbled as he cast the spell to light up his bracer. There were a lot of spells that Douxie wish he knew. Telepathy, for one, but also general quality-of-life spells. Sure, Merlin had had a point about hard work. There was a difference, though, between hard work at the castle and Douxie having to loot abandoned castles to be able to pay for food and lodging while also having time to keep an eye on any signs of Morgana's magic.

(Maybe he could get a job with the false alarm they had encountered. Then again, Douxie had no idea which guild Claire's mother represented, nor if she knew that her daughter was a shadowmancer. Just because the city-state of Arcadia Oaks was more tolerant than Camelot had been didn't mean it was safe to tell secrets like this.)

The castle wasn't as abandoned as it had looked. There wasn't any dust, and no cobwebs clung to the walls or ceiling. There was a hallway and two stairways coming off the main entrance. One led up, and the other led down.

“Arch? Archie, where are you?” Douxie called out. He heard a panicked yowl come from the downwards staircase. Douxie broke into a run and descended the stairs. “I’m coming, Arch!”

“No! Go back!” The desperation in Archie's voice only spurred Douxie further to him.

When he reached the bottom of the staircase, Douxie came to a long hallway with closed doors on either side, as well as a passageway veering off to the left. At the end of the hallway was a faintly glowing transparent dome. Underneath it was Archie. The dome's color was almost the same as Douxie's magic, if not a little more and vibrant. Douxie suppressed a shiver as he walked towards his familiar. Nothing, not even an uncomfortably similar color of magic, could stop him from helping Archie.

“Douxie, you need to go!” Archie hissed. “There's a strange monster in here; it’ll trap you!”

“Not without you.” Douxie knelt by the dome, inspecting it. He touched it, searching for a weakness, and found nothing.

“And just what are you doing with my prisoner?” The voice came from the hallway to the left.

Douxie glared into the darkness. While there was a faint cyan glow coming from it, it wasn't strong enough for him to make out any details. “He’s not yours. He’s my familiar, and he’s coming with me.”

“Your familiar? So, you’re a wizard, then.”

“What’s it to you?”

“Well, you’re obviously not a changeling. As a wizard, you should be more useful to me than your familiar is. I’d be willing to let him go if you were stay with me and obey my orders. Don’t worry; I’m not planning on ordering you to do anything directly harmful to yourself.”

There were many things that Douxie should have been.

“How long would I be here?”

“As long as I need you for.”

“Douxie, you can’t possibly be thinking of doing this.” Douxie turned to his familiar.

“I’m immortal, Arch; I'm not a little kid anymore. I can make my own decisions.” He could make his own sacrifices for the people he loved. Besides, Merlin had always liked Archie better than Douxie. He turned back to the monster. “Come into the light.”

Douxie had to suppress the snicker that battered at his lips. The so-called monster was a man who, when not counting his hair, was no taller than Douxie. Sure, he had strange eyes, four arms, and blue skin. He also had a complete and utter baby face. Maybe if he wasn’t holding Archie captive, Douxie would have found him adorable. For all the arrogance in the man’s voice, his posture and facial expression marked him as clearly uncomfortable under Douxie’s scrutiny.

“This is the monster you were talking about?” Douxie asked his familiar. What next, was Charlemagne only the Devourer of Fruit Pies? “I can handle him.”

“Douxie, don’t do this. Please.”

“I’m sorry, Archie, and thank you for everything.” Douxie looked directly at the man's face. “Let him go. Take me instead.”

The man reached to a device on his wrist, one that reminded Douxie uncomfortably of his own spellbook bracer. The man then pulled up an illusion and manipulated it. A similar barrier appeared around Douxie as the one around Archie. The barrier around Archie lifted off the floor in a bubble that floated next to the man.

“I’ll escort your familiar out, and then I'll be back for you.”

Archie pawed at the barrier. “I’ll come back for you, Douxie! I’ll find a way!”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” the man said as he and Archie disappeared into the darkness.

Douxie was left alone for fifteen, maybe twenty, minutes. Long enough to regret that he had left his lute back at the inn. That was another spell he wished he could learn, one that provided him with an instrument wherever he went. Even if they had had more time together, Merlin would have been more likely to teach Douxie shadowmancy than to summon a lute. And for all her so-called kindness, Morgana hadn’t been willing to teach Douxie such a spell, either.

What did the four-armed man want a wizard and not a dragon for?

Douxie had promised to stay and be the man’s prisoner. He hadn’t promised to actually be helpful. Both Merlin and Morgana had found Douxie annoying, and in their own ways they had tossed him out. And Douxie hadn’t even been trying with them!

This man didn’t know what he had gotten himself into.

The man came back and dismissed the barrier around Douxie. “Come. I’ll show you to your room.”

“Oh, really? You’re not making me stay in the dungeon?”

“Do you want to stay in the dungeon?” The man rolled his eyes. “Besides, I need you at your best.”

The man led Douxie through the castle. It was like nowhere Douxie had ever been – there was so much metal on the floors and ceiling. Cyan lights came on in the orbs embedded in the walls as the two of them passed.

“When you’re not working,” the man said, “you can go almost anywhere you like in the castle – just stay out of the West Wing.”

“Oh? What’s in there?”

The man glared over his shoulder. “None of your concern if you value your life.”

Well, so much for the earlier reassurance.

The man opened the door to a surprisingly lavish room. The bed looked more comfortable than anything Douxie had ever slept upon. “I have two servants, Ricky and Lucy. If you need anything, they will attend you.”

“So, I suppose they’ll give me your name? You never exactly introduced yourself.”

The man flinched. “I, well, you and your familiar intruded! But it’s, I’m, you can call me Krel. He called you Douxie?”

Douxie tried to be friendly most of the time, he really did. He had no intention of being friendly now. “You can call me Hisirdoux.”

A/N: As a fun fact, I was tempted to sneak in a joke along the lines of "I can handle him"/"In a fight, right?" but I just couldn't find a way to make it fit the tone.

#krexieweek #krexie #hisirdoux casperan #toa archie #krel tarron #beauty and the beast #enemies to lovers #i guess this fulfills two day's worth of prompts but i wrote this for day 4 #my writing #tales of arcadia #3below #toawizards

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klebjayz · 1 year

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Day 3 - Enemies to Lovers ( or so thought )

@krexieweek

RetroPunk shippin😀

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This was an old Au of mine and I decided to use it. This Au is most likely your studying in a Arcadian’s Music SchoolClub but it has a specific clubs to join in and studying. There are musics clubs to sign in like: Kpop, Pop, Classical, Traditional and etc.

There is a problem though only here in the school. The two of most popular music clubs are a rivalry against each other, they are Retro and Rock/Punk. Both of the clubs including the members have been enemies for so long. Except for those two who are both the leaders of the club. And yk what I mean.

#tales of arcadia #toa #3below #krel tarron #hisirdoux casperan #krexie #krexieweek2023 #krexieweek

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krexieweek · 1 year

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Hi, everyone. So, remember how when I first released these prompts, I stated that I might be at a conference and would thus have to change the date? Well, the dates have been changed, and I apologize for the inconvenience. I hope they won't need to be changed again. On the plus side, there's now more time to work on whatever you're making.

April 21: Rain/Flowers

April 22: Theme Park/Museum

April 23: Lovers to Enemies/Enemies to Lovers

April 24: Fairytale AU

April 25: Long Distance/Confession

April 26: Concert/Festival

April 27: Moon/Stars

You can complete as many or as few prompts as you want. Do note that most of these days are dual-prompt days; you can choose to either do both prompts or only one for those days.

If you have any questions, my askbox is open!

#krexie #krexieweek #tales of arcadia #krouxie #krel x douxie #douxie x krel #krel tarron #hisirdoux casperan #3below #toa wizards #prompts

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jezfez81 · 1 year

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I’m debating whether I should do some Krexie fan works. Let alone partake in @krexieweek. I’m heavily inspired by @cacahuatlll, @spacelasagna and many others here and by reading some pretty great fanfics as well, but I dunno if I have some skills to make it worthy. Sure I’m an artist by trade in real life but dunno if ya’ll ready to see my stylised shit! 😝

We’ll see. 🤷🏻‍♀️

#art #fan art #krexie #tales of arcadia #douxie #krel tarron #krel x douxie

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markywuonfire · 2 years

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Day 1: Battle of the Bands

This story was made by my friend, she speaks spanish, so any mistake please say it. Also this is her first work, so she did her best. Enjoy!! @krexieweek

I clarify that this is not my story and I have permission from the original author to upload it.

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Krel groaned as he gets away from his sister. He was frustrated. Al this time trying to make his mark in this planet and all he gets is a ¨have a grate summer¨.

He saw a poster in the floor and decided to pick it up. It was for the battle of the bands. He ignores why they were battling, but of what he learned, it was the perfect time to show his music in front of everyone.

Then, a voice maked his core to jump

¨So, you are going to the battle of the bands too? ¨

He turned around a bit surprised and almost froze. All he could think about was ¨kleb, this human is beautiful¨. The human was tall, his hair was black with blue on the tips. He stared at Krel with a bit of regret in his eyes (which were in fact beautiful too).

¨Sorry¨, the human said, ¨I didn’t waned to scare you. Is just that I’m performing in the battle of the bands too. I am the guitarist in my band. My name is Douxie¨

Krel didn’t now how he got to say something. He felt something warm on his core, and in his face.

¨yea… I’m Krel… nice to meet you. ¨

Douxie smile at him (Krel felt like he could explode at that moment) and say ¨nice to meet you too Krel¨

He taked one of Krel´s hand and kiss it gently. They both were blushing now. Douxie pointed to Krel´s yearbook. ¨can I write something? ¨ he asked

Krel hummed in answer. He was in shock. He felt something odd in his core and he felt his face burn. Was he dying? Was that why he felt so weird? Was something wrong in his core?

Douxie was writing something, but Krel wasn’t so excited. He thought that he was going to write have a grate summer like everyone else.

After a few sektons (I think that is how Aja and Krel say seconds, but I´m not sure) Douxie give the book back and say ¨se you around Krel¨ and then leave.

Krel saw the book and read the massage… and then he read it again… and again. Because it was not ¨have a grate summer¨

I think you are a great guy Krel; I can’t wait to know more about you

Do you think we can hang out later? Anyways

See you on the battle of the bands! ♥

Krel just stared at the message wile thinking. He really wanted to spend time with Douxie, but he was going to leave after the battle. Maybe he could see him fast after his performance?

He heard his siter calling him to get back home. He walked in silence still not knowing what was that feeling in his core when he saw that little heart.

OoOoOoOoO

Douxie stand aside the stage, searching for Krel. He could not explain the feeling he brought to him the time they talk, but he feel it again every time he think about him. And he was thinking a lot about him.

Suddenly, he saw him. He had changed his blue shirt to a black one. Douxie felt his face warmed up. But Krel didn’t seem as excited as him. He looked really annoyed. But when Krel looked at him, something in his look changed, he looked more… calmed. He even smile. Douxie didn’t know how to feel about that.

Krel talk with the girl beside him, and then walk to meet with Douxie

“Did you like my message in your yearbook?” Was the first thing Douxie say

Krel smiled at him, but then his smile faded “yea, about that… I´ll be moving soon, so I came to say goodbye, I really waned to hang more with you but… I´ll go in a few horva… I mean hours”

Douxie felt really… bad after that. But he just focused on the part when Krel say that he waned to hang with him. Then he have an idea.

“Hey, can I see your phone?”

Krel hand him his phone and he type his number.

“There! Now we can talk even if you move”

Krel looked surprised, but then he smile. Douxie felt like he was going to pass out.

“Tanks” he say

Then a voice get Douxie out of his mind crisis.

“Little brother! Is almost your turn! Who is your friend?”

Krel turn and say “NO ONE, Aja, I´ll go in a minute”

Aja looked surprised but she turn and went to see the student that was singing in that moment.

“Well…” Krel say “I need to go… text you later?” he asked

Douxie smile and say “of curse”

Krel smile and walk towards the stage.

Douxie stay in the crowd, smiling when Krel looked at him.

0o0o0o0o0

Krel´s performance was AWSOME

He looked so pretty while playing his music

For that moment, Douxie forget that he was going to leave, or that weird feeling he have. He just aloud himself to admire Krel for some time.

After all, what could stop him now?

0o0o0o0o0

Bonus:

What could stop him now?

The word: starts to end

Douxie: …

#krexie #krexieweek #douxie casperan #krel tarron

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crimsoneclipse · 3 years

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@krexieweek Day 6 - Soulmate AU

I imagined this being a lot better...

#krexieweek #krexie #krel tarron #hisirdoux casperan #tales of arcadia #bonus lets ignore the fact krel is missing something #crimson.e art

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marianasalvado200 · 3 years

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#krexieweek #douxie #kreltarron #douxiexkrel #krouxie #krexie

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cacahuatlll · 3 years

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☆ Krexie week ☆

➼ Day 6 / soulmates

@krexieweek

Inspired by that one scene in The Old Guard. Every time I watch the film and see Joe and Nicky, I end up seeing Krel and Douxie. Two immortal guardian boyfriends 😌👌. I’m very grateful that I finished this at all, it took a while but I’m kinda pleased with the results 💙

#krexieweek #krexie week #krexie #toa skrael #krel tarron #douxie casperan #hisirdoux casperan #coco art 💞

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spacelasagna · 1 year

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@krexieweek

Day 6: Concert/Festival

they’re papa skulling

& lovely Roxanne belongs to @cacahuatlll (hope it’s okay Roxanne tagged along---)

& special thanks to @coronahamilton1964 for sharing ideas!!!

#krexieweek #krexie #krel tarron #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #zoe ashildr #claire nuñez #roxanne emberr #tales of arcadia #3below #toa wizards #krouxie #my art

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megacristalixblue · 11 months

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Douxie: this si yours, My lady?

Esto es lo último que me faltaba para completar el Krexieweek2023.

Aquí no hay mucho que decir. Solo hice genderbends de cada uno de los personajes. Porque me gustan tanto las parejas LGBT como las hetero.

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This is the last thing I needed to complete the Krexieweek2023.

There is not much to say here. I only made genderbends of each of the characters. Because I like both LGBT and straight couples.

@krexieweek

#tales of arcadia #hisirdoux casperan #krel tarron #douxie #3below #krexie #krexieweek

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ewritesfanfics · 2 years

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Day 1 : Battle of the Bands

@krexieweek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36841528

Douxie had figured the Battle of the Bands would be just about the same as it always was. There are a few serious performers, which he’s happy about, it’s always great to see blossoming young talent. Then are some … bumbling but emphatic performers, which he can appreciate if not for their talent, then for their gumption. Well, one, whose performance partner has a … pan flute? He doesn’t see those around much these days. Then, of course, there are the ones who joined just for the fun of it, and though they aren’t always great, it’s always a good sight to see people having honest fun while participating in music even if they lack skill. And yes, he is categorizing them and Steve differently, because Steve is … well, he and … he wants to say Eli … are a one-of-a-kind act. And finally, there are, as always, those who decided to join for solely the prize money, and Douxie can only roll his eyes. Those people lack the soul of the event, and their music always sounds far too plastic and manufactured.

And then, there is the ever-puzzling and socially inept but positively endearing genius Krel Tarron.

He’s had quite a few run-ins with Krel over the past couple of months, and every time Douxie ended up sitting and talking with Krel during his breaks at the café, the boy just got weirder and weirder, and Douxie grew fonder and fonder. With every detail he lets slip as their talks became longer and deeper, his story got more complex and ever stranger, and his sister never helped cover this up. Aja, the few times she’s been either with Krel or with Steve while Douxie’s been on shift, just added to it. Then again, this is Arcadia Oaks he’s talking about here, so really, they’d have been more out of place if they were completely boring and normal. And besides, he can’t really talk here about ‘not normal’, considering he’s a 900-year-old wizard from Camelot who plays rock music on the weekends and works two minimum wage jobs.

At this point, Douxie considers himself and Krel to be close, and Douxie’s heart doesn’t do a weird tap dance in his chest every time he sees Krel, no sir. Close enough to just choose to hang out together. It was at one of these the other week that Douxie had discussed Battle of the Bands with Krel. When he’d handed Krel the flyer, he’d looked genuinely excited, and Douxie’s been looking forward to witnessing his ‘lively disc-jockey moves’ ever since.

And so, when Krel enters from the wings, nervously taking his place, Douxie elbows his way to the front to have a front-row seat. Once there, he waves, trying to get his attention. When he finally catches Krel’s eye, he gives him a supportive smile and a thumbs up – a gesture he had to teach Krel, as apparently this is not a gesture commonly seen in Cantaloupia, which yes, Douxie knows is fake, but Douxie himself can’t exactly go up to people and say he’s from Camelot, so who he is to judge – and Krel returns the smile as just the tiniest bit of tension leaves his shoulders.

“Yeah, tear it up Aja!” some kid cheers, and immediately the tension returns.

We can’t have that.

“You got this DJ Kleb! Show us what a real DJ can do!” Douxie cheers.

Krel seems to latch onto that cheer. He takes a deep breath, seeming to get into the zone as he places the headphones over his ears, and then, he starts.

And when he starts with an eccentric mash of animal noises, Douxie can’t say he is exactly surprised, letting out a quiet, fond chuckle because really, what else should he have expected? And while the general consensus is negative, people either completely silent or murmuring about how it’s weird, Douxie can appreciate the eclectic music, and not just because it’s Krel – when you’ve been around for nine centuries, you’ve heard it all, and he’s certainly heard worse things. It has several layers of beats and indicates a well-thought-out artistic thought process behind it.

And then there’s also Aja just chanting the word ‘dance’ over and over again.

Douxie can’t tell if it’s supposed to be part of the show or not.

Krel looks around at the audience, uncertainty creeping over his face, and Aja goes over to him to say something. Douxie wonders for a second if he’s going to need to take some matters into his own hands when Aja goes back to her previous position, and Krel turns off his track.

And what he puts on in its stead blows Douxie away.

Bass-boosted electronic music thrums in his chest and as the people around him start to cheer, Douxie can’t help but let out a whoop himself. Aja adds vocals as Krel gets into the music, energized by the new enthusiasm from the crowd, and Douxie can honestly say Krel’s giving his band a run for their money. The crowd around him is growing wilder by the second, and he’s certain the cheers and the music can be heard across the city.

As DJ Kleb continues to play, Douxie makes his way toward the area beside the stage.

He makes it to the side just as Krel and Aja are exiting the stage.

“DJ Kleb!”

“Douxie!” Krel responds, running up to Douxie, vibrating with the same energy as a worked-up puppy. And then, much to Douxie’s surprise, he finds himself with his arms full of over-excited teenage boy, Krel having flung himself at Douxie once it arms reach. He’s not complaining, of course.

“So, what did you think?” Krel asks when he pulls away after squeezing the air right out of Douxie.

“You absolutely smashed it up there! Ash Dispersal Pattern has had a couple of acts here and there that had the potential to rival us, but you’re the first one I’ve seen that could actually steal the win from us.”

“You really mean that? I did good?”

“Good? Krel, you were nuclear!”

“He’s right! You rocked, you rolled! Aja, I have some notes,” Stuart says, coming up to the group of three.

Krel glows under the praise, his face lighting up, and Douxie melts.

He’s too cute.

The young lady he’d met a few weeks ago, Claire, starts yelling something up onstage. He figures he should watch her too, but he wants to finish up with Krel first. He has some other business to discuss.

“So, what’re you planning on doing later after the show’s done?”

“Oh, uh, we’re leaving,” Aja says, sadness tinging her words, and Douxie freezes at those words.

“Leaving?”

“We, well, we’re actually leaving Arcadia today to return to our home country,” Krel says, eyes going to the ground.

Douxie’s heart sinks.

“Oh. That’s too bad …”

“Yeah …”

Dammit, I can’t let this end this way …

“Well … does Cantaloupia have cellphone service?”

Suddenly, the ground shakes, an even greater tremor than those preceding, and from the direction of the canal, a towering inferno erupts, and the sun begins to turn red.

The Eternal Night …

“That’s not summer weather, is it?” Aja says grimly, gazing up at the vortex.

“Definitely not,” Douxie says.

Screams ring out, and Douxie sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of the Gum Gums. It’s been nine centuries since he’s seen any, and he must say, he hasn’t missed them.

“Do you think it’s Morando?” Krel asks Aja.

“Whatever it is, it’s not Akiridion.”

The two pull out glowing blue protractor-like items, which transform in their hands into a blaster and a sword, respectively.

Well, I was certainly right about there being something strange about these two.

“I’m not sure what ‘Akiridion’ is, but I can certainly tell you those are not that.”

“Do you know what on Earth these things are, Douxie?” Krel asks.

He’s struck with indecision, unsure of how much to tell, when there’s a crash from behind them.

He turns just in time to see a bunch of the Gum Gums advancing towards them.

He springs into action.

“Solluxia!”

A bright light shines from the palm of his hand, and the Gum Gums turn to dust.

“What was that!?” Krel gasps.

“I dunno what’s up with you two and the blue weaponry, but you’re not the only ones around here with a secret.”

“Magic! That’s magic! Are you a wizard?” Stuart gasps, stars in his eyes. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to meet one, ever since I found out about them during my short stint at Area 49-B!”

So, he’s an extraterrestrial, then, if Kubritz took him back to 49-B.

“49-B? I suppose you’ve met Kubritz then, huh?”

“You know Colonel Kubritz?” Krel asks.

“Not by choice.”

Definitely not by choice. In her crusade, Kubritz has gotten tangled up in far too many magical matters, and every time Douxie has to fix what she’s mucked up, and every time he shows up, she starts yelling about dissecting him. Unfortunately for her, Douxie has 900 years of experience outrunning violent mobs, assassinations (that one was mostly when he was in Arthur’s court … and a couple of revolutions), and the law. So, he’s got her outmatched on both her legal approaches and her illegal approaches.

Behind him, both Aja and Krel jump into the fight, and in front of him … well there had been a Gum Gum. Now there’s just a tall, glowing, blue … person. Who doesn’t look like any magical creature he knows of, but who does look like she’s super pissed and about to kick his ass.

“Zadra! Thank Seklos you’re here!” Aja calls out, Krel and her running back to Douxie. So, they know her. Well, at least that gives Douxie a measure of protection from the very tall, very scary lady.

Immediately her attention turns to them, Douxie all but ceasing to exist.

“This is not our fight! We must return to the mothership! The citizens of Akiridion 5 need you!”

There’s another loud crash, followed by roars and screams, and he can see Aja and Krel both come to the same conclusion.

“So do the people of Arcadia,” Aja says.

“Yeah, what she said.”

The two run off, and Douxie follows close.

“Akiridion 5?”

Krel and Aja exchange a look before Krel responds.

“Our home planet.”

It takes Douxie a moment to process that. But once he does, well –

“That actually makes so much sense.”

And then Stuart yells out from behind, “Look out!”

Above them, a large truck descends from the sky, and Douxie, internally already wincing at the force it’ll take to stop that thing, readies his spell.

Only for Jim, looking more trollish than last Douxie saw him, to leap through the air and slice the vehicle in two with the Eclipse Blade – Douxie can vaguely remember the schematics Merlin drew of for it while working on the amulet, and he must say, it’s far more impressive in person.

“Is that Jim? He looks so much more blue!” Aja says, and then both siblings call out, “Ah! Trollhunters!”

“Jim!” Douxie calls out, catching the Trollhunter before he can get very far.

“Huh?”

“You may have Gunmar handled, but you’re going to need more than just Claire’s shadow portals to fight Morgana!”

“Wait, you know about Morgana?” he gasps.

At that moment, another vehicle comes flying towards them.

“Subsisto momentus!”

A large blue sigil appears in front of his outstretched hands, and blue surrounds the projectile. The car stops in midair, momentarily suspended, and then, after maneuvering it away from them, Douxie drops the spell. The car falls to the ground, the crumple zones doing exactly that, and the engines catch fire upon getting crushed.

Jim turns and gapes at him.

“You’re not the only person in Arcadia with secrets. I can’t say I’m anywhere near her level of sorcery, but considering we had the same teacher, I’m probably your best bet against her without Merlin himself.”

“Actually, we’ve got Merlin, he’s down in Trollmarket facing her right now!” Claire says, running up to them.

“Wait, you went and woke him up!? And he didn’t come and get me!?”

“Less talky, more fighty!” Toby yells.

“My lieges, it’s a distress signal!” Zadra says.

“From where?” Aja asks.

“Home.”

“We need to get back to the ship,” Krel says.

“I'm going to go find Steve to say goodbye!”

Aja takes off, but Krel hesitates.

“Krel?”

He marches up to Douxie, a determined look in his eyes, and doesn’t stop until there’s not even a foot of space between them.

“I do not know if I will ever get to see you again. So, in case I cannot, I do not want any regrets. If Aja gets to say her goodbye, I do too!”

That’s all the warning Douxie gets before Krel grabs his shirt and drags him into a scorching kiss.

The world stands still, and Douxie’s eyes slip closed. His hands come up to cup Krel’s face, and Krel lets go of his shirt to snake his arms around Douxie’s torso, pressing in closer. There is no Eternal Night and Krel doesn’t have to leave. Here and now, it’s just the two of them, locked in an embrace. Douxie’s chest fills with warmth, and giddiness gathers in his stomach, because this is happening! Holy fuzzbuckets!

The need for air breaks their lips part, but neither goes far, instead choosing to rest their foreheads against each other, Douxie’s own arms, smoothing over Krel’s shoulder to drape behind his head.

“Well now I really don’t want you to leave,” is all Douxie can manage. He had been upset before but now he can already feel the telltale sting in his eyes.

“I have to,” Krel responds, his voice wavering, “But I promise, I will not stop until I find a way to contact you from Akiridion 5. Now, you have to promise me you will not die.”

“As long as you do the same.”

And so they part, Krel running after his sister with Zadra and Stuart in tow, and Douxie turning back to the fight with the Gum Gums, swallowing down the lump in his throat. He has to believe that Krel will find a way.

He takes a steadying breath, then takes off to go aid his master against Morgana.

#krexie #krexieweek #hisirdoux casperan #krel tarron

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yellowmagicalgirl · 1 year

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But he did it for me

Krel didn't want to merge with Gaylen's core, so Douxie found another way to stop Bellroc and Skrael.

Krel regrets not having merged with Gaylen's core sooner.

Hi, everyone! I wrote this for day 3 of @krexiweek 2023: Enemies to Lovers/Lovers to Enemies. It takes place after Wizards, and is not RotT compliant.

The design and concept for devil!Douxie came from the lovely tenyai, but I went with an entirely different ship.

CW: references to self-harm

AO3

FFN

"So you merged with the core anyways," said the thing possessing Douxie. He sat on a throne, stone with a siglil carved into the back and a starburst behind him. His beautiful golden eyes had been replaced by a brighter yellow, with red sclera and slitted pupils. Krel didn't want to look at them. He forced himself to. "You should have convinced him earlier that you were determined, just scared. Then your boyfriend wouldn't have reached out to me."

"It's okay, Krel," Douxie said, laying a hand on Krel's shoulder. "You don't have to do this."

Krel tried not to lean into the touch "It's my destiny; it's written in my core."

"So? It was also written into your core that you were supposed to be king alongside Aja. Destiny can go fuck itself."

"That's different. Aja could rule alone. She's been very successful at it. That was a prophecy written by my parents." Krel swallowed down tears. "Being Gaylen's heir? No one could do anything about it. There isn't another way. Not this time. We need a god to kill a demigod, and I'm the only one who can merge with Gaylen's core without going mad."

"We don't know of another way," Douxie corrected. He turned Krel toward him, and Krel let himself become lost in those beautiful golden eyes. "We can find another way. Don't worry your beautiful mind over this; I will find another way."

"And where will you find another god? I don't think we're getting out of this." Krel leaned to kiss Douxie. He meant it as a goodbye. Instead, Douxie used the motion to pull Krel away from the Gaylen's core, and Krel went willingly.

"Give him back," Krel said, all four hands balling into fists.

The devil put a finger to Douxie's lips. "And what would you give me? It's not like I can take you over, given the double core you have. Besides, I already fulfilled my half of the deal. Bellroc and Skrael? Dead."

Gently, Douxie disentangled himself from his boyfriend's arms. Even in sleep, Krel didn't look peaceful. Douxie didn't know how to walk into another's dreams, but he didn't need to in order to know that Krel was still thinking about Gaylen's core. Krel didn't deserve all that fear and anguish. He deserved everything Douxie could give him. Douxie couldn't give Krel enough, but Douxie could give Krel this. Douxie had been living on borrowed time, anyways, ever since he fell from the sky.

Gaylen's core wasn't the only thing out there that could kill Bellroc and Skrael. Douxie hadn't even known about the connection until Nari had told him. They had destroyed the physical form of a devil in the decades before Arthur had began his purge of wizards. It had taken all three of them, and it had exhausted them for a year after. The devil had come back several times, possessing different wizards across the centuries.

Silently, Douxie kissed his boyfriend's forehead. He kissed Krel goodbye, and then he left Camelot and made his way to a place in the forest, a few miles away from Arcadia Oaks. Douxie made a circle in salt before he burned the sigils into the ground. Then, he dripped three drops of his own blood into the circle, immediately withdrawing his hand.

"Casperan," the devil said, a spectre of red and yellow. "Now what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You wanted to possess me a century ago."

"Why, are you offering yourself up now? What happened to Archie and Zoe? I remember them not wanting me to have you."

A century ago, Douxie, Zoe, and Archie had met a wizard who was possessed by this very devil. He had willingly left the wizard he was possessing and had gone to Douxie's. At the time, Douxie had never wanted to be possessed ever again. It wasn't like it had been for Claire or Jim; his soul had been trapped with the devil instead of in another world.

"Yes, they fought you out of me, and it was easy for them because I was fighting you to. I'm willing to make a deal this time."

"And what are the terms of your deal?"

"You kill Bellroc, Keeper of the Flame, and Skrael of the North Wind. And you don't hurt my friends afterwards."

"Counterpoint: I don't hurt them if they don't hurt me. Don't tell me you want to leave your body utterly defenseless?"

Douxie frowned. It wasn't like he could get everything he wanted. "Hurting you has to mean direct, physical harm. Insulting you doesn't count."

"Of course not! I'll only commit tit for tat."

"And you can kill Bellroc and Skrael?"

"Depends. Will Nari be with them?"

"Nari is one of my friends."

"Ah, what a change of heart! Well, with your power and mine, I can certainly rid the world of those two."

"Do we have a deal, Mordred?" Mordred merely stuck his hand out to the edge of the circle, smiling.

Douxie took a breath and passed his hand through the barrier of the salt circle, grabbing onto Mordred's hand. As they shook hands, Douxie broke the salt circle with his foot.

And then he screamed. Douxie's screaming eventually died down into Mordred's laughter.

"Um, a new body? I can give you one!" Krel offered. "No other soul to be stuck with, even."

"What, one of your Blanks? Of course not! Not after I finally have such a powerful wizard under my control. You'd have to find me another powerful wizard, willing to take me on, and I'd need to find them better than Casperan. Oh, and the two wizards waiting beyond the door to beat me out of Douxie aren't powerful enough to take me on. In both senses of the word."

Krel woke up alone. He woke up to Zoe and Archie having a furious argument.

Douxie was gone.

His soul remained.

Douxie was gone.

Bellroc and Skrael were no longer a problem, but Douxie hadn't thought too far ahead.

Douxie was gone.

Krel could get him back.

Douxie was gone without a note.

Krel left a note for Aja. He lined up Gaylen's core normal to his own. He then drove it through his chest.

Douxie was gone, and Krel hadn't been able to say goodbye. Hopefully he wouldn't need to.

"I didn't want to do this," Krel said as he drew his serrator.

Mordred looked from Krel's eyes to the blade. "And you don't have to! I could give you a place at my side. You're powerful. We could be wonderful together."

No. Krel and Douxie were wonderful together, not this facsimile. "With Gaylen's power and theirs, we will drive you out."

"Even if it means hurting your precious Casperan?" Mordred said before standing up from the throne. "Well, I believe this counts as an intent to attack. I'll be perfectly within my rights to defend myself. I've never fought an Akiridion god before. I'm sure it'll be fun. Maybe if you fight well enough and beg for mercy, I'll still let you become my general instead of just ripping your cores out of your chest."

Krel charged at the man who once was his boyfriend.

And as he charged, Zoe and Claire opened the doors behind him, making way for a final stand.

A/N: Fun fact: the title comes from a misremembering of a line from TMA episode 159. The misremembering of the line kept bouncing around my head like a pinball. Does that make Mordred a very OOC Peter Lukas? (Also yes I thought I was being clever by naming the evil form of Douxie "Mordred". I will never let the theory die.)

#krexie #possessed!douxie #hisirdoux casperan #krel tarron #gaylen!krel #gaylen's core #3below #toawizards #tales of arcadia #krexieweek #my writing #toa mordred

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