#my soft boi douxie

[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.

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Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty four: Secrets Are No Fun (24/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n apologies to her friends and talks about the past.

Word count: 2799

Warnings: mention of y/n having a long braid in the past, you can ignore it

(Season 3 Episode 9 )

Song?: Cool about it by boygenius

Spanish bonus track: Mi viejo by Piero

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Y/n twisted and turned in her bed. Her mattress turned to stone for the night making her back ache in any position she put herself in. She shifted once more trying to block the light that was starting to come in through the window in vain. The sun was already rising in the distance. Her mind was fully awake, her thoughts forcing her to stay up the few hours she had to sleep.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her shoulders heavy by the lack of rest. She looked at the clock catching a glimpse of the dried up flower Douxie had given her on their first date in Arcadia.

Y/n smiled, remembering the first time the errand boy put a flower behind her ear, both hidden away behind the stables, scared to be seen. She remembers the walk back, her cheeks red as she replayed the feeling of fearless Douxie’s fingers fixing her hair after the flower was placed. She remembers all the blood abandoning her body when Morgana found her.

“Oh my” the wizard chuckled “what a beautiful hairdo” she walked back and grabbed Y/n’s long braid.

“Thank you” Y/n whispered, trying to keep walking, to end the interaction.

“Ah, ah” Morgana followed her “You look nervous”

Y/n walked faster.

“I knew it” Morgana laughed, stopping in front of her, not letting her advance any further “My little sister has a suitor” she whispered the last word. Morgana knew her mentor well and if rumors about his daughter having a suitor would reach his ears he would execute the man himself.

Y/n opened her mouth, her words dying on her throat.

Morgana's happy smile morphed into a soft one:

“I won't say anything” she put her arm around Y/n’s shoulders.

The girl looked up and gave the wizard a half smile “Thank you, sister”

Morgana nodded “Do you know what flower he gave you?” She asked.

“A forget me not?”

“Yes. Do you know what it means?” A mischievous smile on her face.

“I’m not sure” Y/n frowned.

“The forget me not has a lot of meanings: remembrance, trust, true and enduring love, faithfulness and hope for everlasting love. We can both agree in this one thing” Morgana turned, grabbing Y/n’s hands “Hisirdoux wants to be with you for a long time”

She turned her head at the door and back to the small flowers. If she leaves now without no one seeing her, she could have breakfast with Douxie and come back before her father tries to search for her himself.

She jumped off the bed ready to escape the emotions the arrival of her father had brought for a while. She quietly but quickly moved through the house doing what was necessary to get to the only person who could help her now, who could maybe understand her. Her mood changed as the sun settled in the sky, her shoulders softened as she walked down the steps.

“Where are you going, Lady Y/n?”

Y/n’s head fell down when she heard her father catching her with her hand on the doorknob.

“Don’t call me that” she turned her face to the couch where he was sitting, her face contorted in disgust. He would only call her that when he knew she was going to secretly meet up with Douxie.

“By your name?” He acted appalled

“C’mon. I'm just going to have breakfast with him” Y/n ran to Merlin’s side and kneeled by his side.

The wizard stretched his back, his bones making a sinphony for her daughter to listen.

“It’ll be quick. I swear” she pleaded.

She knew it was in vain. Her father was a stubborn man that even a thousand year long nap couldn’t change that.

“No” he relaxed.

“What?” Y/n stood up as her voice reached a peach that Merlin didn’t miss.

“I said no. Hisirdoux has his own mission and I need you here” Merlin was relaxed, if you didn’t know better you could have thought he was talking about the weather.

“I need you here” she repeated, her fists clenched “that’s it? Could you be more specific?”

“Sadly, no” Merlin stood up looking curious at the kitchen “I’m hungry. Where’s the cook?”

Y/n stood there, mouth tightly closed, observing her father opening and closing doors complaining about the lack of hospitality.

“Good morning, honey” Y/n felt Barbara's loving kiss in her head “How did you sleep?”

Y/n slowly turned her eyes to her, to her caring, loving gaze. She sighed, putting her head on her shoulder for what she feared may be the last time.

“Oh” she was surprised. She didn’t expect that kind of affection from her daughter.

“I couldn’t sleep” she whispered and looked up at Barbara’s eyes trying to muster all the honesty she could “I’m sorry for not telling the truth as soon as I knew it”

Barbara frowned for a second, confusion washed her face, but her sweet smile overcome it quickly

“It’s okay” she whispered into Y/n’s hair and kissed her head.

Y/n closed her eyes keeping the tears at bay.

“It’s not” she pulled away “Please. Let me explain” she pleaded, desperation dripping from every word “I feel like I scammed you and you…”

“Y/n, honey…this troll stuff…is weird but I don’t believe for a second you scammed me” Barbara caressed her face “I saw you grow up, I taught you to tight your shoes, I was there for your first loose tooth, learning to write, to read, your fights with your friends, making new friends, riding a bike, I was there for most of your firsts, graduations… I don’t care if you have biological parents that are wizards” Barbara took a second to absorb the absurdity of the words “say otherwise. You are my daughter”

Y/n nodded, the hot tears flooding her face

“And, if it counts, you are my first mom”

Barbara and Y/n hugged, laughing at the insane ways of the universe, how it made them walk all this way to find each other. A daughter had to wander a thousand years without a mother to find it in someone younger than her.

Jim, Claire, and Toby’s feet hit the hollow step of the stairs announcing the house that they were already awake.

Y/n and Barbara broke the hug. Y/n turned around wiping away the wetness from her face.

“Good morning!” Barbara smiled, trying to wipe away the tears from under her glasses without the kids noticing it.

“Morning’” Claire smiled.

“See, we are all up!” Merlin put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder squeezing it “And you wanted to leave”

Y/n grunted, turning around and pushing his father's hand away.

“Leave?” Toby frowned.

“Go where?” Barbara turned to Y/n.

“Doesn’t matter” gave her a half smile.

Without missing a beat, Barbara was able to put the puzzle together with the little clues she had:

“Oh. You wanted to see the boy from Benoit’s?” She smiled “He’s nice”

Y/n felt her cheeks warming up.

“Ugh” the chorus of disgusted complaints came out of Jim and Merlin, their eyes rolling at the same time.

Y/n shook the weirdness out of her body and looked at the kids standing at the foot of the stairs:

“Well, now that we are all here, well all but Blinky and Aaarrrgghh, I can talk to them later…I want to explain”

“Yeah and I want an explanation, Y/n, if that's your real name” Jim frowned.

Y/n looked down. Jim’s words were a dagger to the heart. She could see through his angry façade, he wasn’t angry, he was hurt and of course he was hurt. She was his older sister, his first friend, his protector, the person who should not betray him and yet here they were, standing in front of each other, both of their hands stained with Jim’s blood.

“Jim”

“Jim” Claire and Toby elbowed Jim in the ribs.

“Ouch” the trollhunter complained.

“Of course it is her name. I name her myself” Merlin rolled his eyes and put back his arm on Y/n’s shoulder.

“Not helping” she whispered to herself, rubbing her eyelids.

Toby looked at Claire and she nodded. The boy took a couple of step forward and said:

“Y/n, we have an open mind and we want to hear what you have to say because we love the Y/n we knew…we know” he looked back at Claire looking for help but the girl was just as lost and turned back at Y/n “I don’t know. This is confusing”

“Yeah, that’s my real name” Y/n chuckled “Why don’t we go to the kitchen and get some breakfast uh?” She points to the door of the kitchen, scared of making the first move “I can cook something…”

“Finally” Merlin celebrated and disappeared into the kitchen

“That's a great idea” Barbara smiled

“I’ll cook” Jim said, disappearing behind Merlin.

—

“Mm. Fascinating” Merlin closed and opened the door of the refrigerator observing closely the changing in the light “Mm. But how do you know the light goes out when you close the door?”

Y/n put down the plate she was washing and observed her father open and close the door of the refrigerator at increasing speed:

“It has a sensor” she said as she took Merlin’s hands away from the fridge.

“A sensor?” He repeated and tried to return to the intriguing box.

“Yes” Y/n sighed, pushing him in the direction of the dining room.

“Merlin the immortal” Strickler stopped the wizards’ walk “what an honor” he bowed down.

Y/n turned to his father, Merlin seemed bored. He had no interest in Morgana’s creations. Something Y/n always had found strange was her father’s uninterest for praise, after all, he was a narcissist.

“Allow me to introduce myself. Waltolomew Stricklander. Well, Strickler for short. I’ve been mentoring the Trollhunter”

“Spare me the life story” Merlin rolled his eyes “Now and forever, changeling” he walked out, leaving Strickler on his knees.

If it was any other changeling, Y/n would feel ashamed for his father's behavior but Strickler hadn’t redeemed himself, not in Y/n’s eyes.

“Sorry” she mouthed, lifting her hands in the air, a little smile on her face. A little part of her was enjoying Strickler's embarrassment.

She followed her father's steps to the dining table where Barbara had already set the table with Jim’s omelettes. Y/n took a deep breath. There was no place to hide.

She felt her back pocket vibrate, stopping the flood of anxiety for a second. She frowned. Randy was so focused on the battle of the bands he had closed the store for the week.

Errand boy 💙:

Breakfast? 👀

She smiled. Maybe he was looking at the moon.

“Lady Y/n, may you start with your story? I haven’t eaten in centuries” Merlin was salivating at the smell of Jim’s cooking

“Ugh, what did I say?” Y/n whispered to her father as she sat down next to him.

“Metalface here was lucky I didn’t eat him back in the cave” Merlin cut a piece of the omelette and smelled it, pulling out his magnifying glass and observing the omelette under it.

“He’s joking, right?” Toby looked at Y/n, his eyes wide open and his nervous laughter as a plea.

Y/n turned her face and thought to the food she would eat back in Camelot:

“Well, I have eaten stranger things in my day” she look back to her father “Lancelot would hunt the strangest but tastiest creatures”

Merlin nodded, his eyes lost in the memory.

“I’m not really sure where to start…”Y/n looked down to her plate.

“Maybe…I don’t know…Why did you lie?” Jim said from the other side of the table.

Y/n sighed

“I didn’t lie” she looked up at Jim “I didn’t know who I was. Why would I turn myself into a child and erase my memories…and relive my life? Do all that? For what?”

“I don’t know!” He screamed.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Merlin asked, uninterested by the children's fight.

“I got into a fight with…” suddenly, she felt everyone’s eyes burning her “Al…”

Merlin lifted his brows.

“Al?!” Screamed Toby “How old is he?”

“Alfred was a gift from…” Y/n stopped again, this time was his father disapproving gaze burning her “a dear friend back in Camelot”

“So you fought with…a cat” he followed up, mouth full of food.

“He can be very argumentative” Y/n said.

Merlin nodded, already getting annoyed by just thinking of her daughter’s familiar.

“I remember leaving the house with something in my hand, the rain…” Y/n closed her eyes in an attempt of transporting her brain back to that night but all attempts were useless “a light and then, I’m being picked up by Jim’s father” she opens her eyes again, tears threatening to drip down.

“Mm” Merlin had cleaned up his plate and was analyzing the story.

“Could it be another wizard's work?” Offered Claire, her big brown eyes full of concern.

Y/n waited for a backhanded comment from his father that never came. He was more busy actually listening to what she had to say and that scared her.

“I don’t know…Ven…” she felt her throat gave out “Vendel called it both a curse and a spell”

Barbara extended her hand and grabbed Y/n’s.

“Did you talk to…Alfred?” Merlin rolled his eyes at the obvious cover.

“I tried once but he doesn’t want to talk about it”

“What a complex cat” whispered Toby.

“How long have you known you are his daughter?” Jim asked, his anger seemed to be dying down.

“Not long. After Morgana possessed Claire something clicked and I was able to put it all together. I’m still getting my memory back”

“You don’t have all your memories?” Claire asked

The trollhunter team shared a look.

“I’m sorry” said Jim

“What?” Y/n looked up. She wasn’t expecting her brother’s apology.

“I’m sorry. I thought…”

Y/n jumped through the table into Jim’s arms. She didn’t need any more words, just knowing her brother was hers again was enough. The boy returned the hug, holding his sister like she could disappear any minute.

Y/n pulled back, her face wet with tears as she looked at Jim.

“I’m sorry” She said and hugged him one last time.

“I’m sorry too” The boy happily accepted it, ignoring her best friend, her girlfriend and the legendary wizard watching them.

“I’m glad we’re all family again” Toby joined the siblings’ hug.

Y/n and Jim laughed at the boy’s antichs.

“I’m going to wash my face” Y/n pulled back, drying her face with a napkin she found on the table with a smile on her face.

On the walk to the bathroom her phone buzzed once more:

Errand boy💙:

Everything ok?

are u alive? Don’t make me send Arch!!

Y/n smiled as she closed the door. She wished Douxie could be here to help her deal with her father's craziness. If for some reason they needed to work alone Y/n was afraid to not survive her father’s quirks without Douxie.

Y/n💘🪻:

Stop the cavalry!!! I’m alive!! Just stuck on babysitting duty ily 💖

She quickly tipped and sprayed water on her face. A part of her was scared of letting Merlin alone with her other family. He had ways that the world wasn’t used to, not anymore.

As Y/n walked back she could heard her father taking to himself. She followed his father’s muttering to the garage.

“Where’s everyone?” She looked around but the garage seemed as empty as the house “How long was I in the bathroom?” She laughed.

“Long enough” Merlin said without turning around from his work on the table “Come closer. I need your magic”

Y/n frowned. What could be he be working in? He didn’t have any tool, material, let alone magical elements to do anything.

“Well? Don’t tell me you don’t have magic?” He turned to her, his eyes full of disgust.

Y/n heart skipped a beat. Her hands started to sweat. If she didn’t know better she would think her hair was twisting back into her childhood braids.

“I…” she frowned and pushed through the sticky felling “Of course I have magic. Why would you say that?” She walked to her father’s work.

“One would assume you forgot it”

The knife pierced Y/n’s chest but she was decided to not show it. She looked at her father, at his icy blue eyes without shaking.

“What do you want?”

A/n: hii!! Helloo!! Sorry for the delay but the power got cut off so many times it wasn’t even funny especially with 40C oh well 3rd world problems 🤪🤪 i hope you like family issues(?

remember to leave love letters and death threats!!💖

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[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. 

———————-

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.

#Toa #toa #archie #douxie #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #toa wizards #douxie casperan #Douxie x reader #hisirdoux x reader #douxie imagine

[angelltheninth]

What are your favorite characters to write for? Maybe from each of your fandoms?

Oh that's a good question Anon! Ok lets see:

Hazbin/Helluva:

Alastor, Angel Dust, Blitzo, Val and Charlie, all the sinful baddies and a cinnamon roll

Arcane:

Everyone, I literally can't choose

League of Legends:

Lux because Lightcanon, I love it and the KDA group

The Locked Tomb:

Harrow and Gideon, they're pretty much the only ones I write

Frozen:

Elsa, I can't help it, she gives me ace vibes so of course I'd latch onto her

Epithet Erased:

Zora, she'd damn chaotic and has fun with it, how could I not love writing her

Hades:

Zag, Meg and Thanatos, most of the time with them together, they all work so well together so why separate them

Bungou Stray Dogs:

Dazai, Chuuya, Doppo, Akutagawa, do I need to explain? I feel my tastes speak for themselves

JJK:

Gojo and Sukuna for the x Reader stuff, and Maki and Nobara for the ships

Boku no Hero Academia:

Hawks, Todoroki, Bakugo, Aizawa, Deku and Kirishima, I want to hug all of them and tell them that they're doing so well

Merlin:

Merlin and Morgana, Merlin is a cinnamon roll, Morgana is the hot baddie, and their actors are drop dead beautiful and funny

Critical Role:

Vax, Keyleth, Percy, Scanlan, Beau, Yasha, Fjord, Molly, Laudna, Imogen, Ashton, there's something for everyone in every campaign and I love that

Voltron:

Lotor and Allura, I'm not immune to beautiful hair or Lotor's fangs

Yuukoku no Moriarty:

William, Sherlock and James, would let each of them lie to my face and would still love them just as much if not more, plus James is just the coolest person in the show

Mass Effect:

Liara, I loved her since I first saw her, she's always my romance pick

Portal:

GLaDOS, again do I need to explain? That sass? That passive aggressiveness? She's just so much fun to write.

Miraculous Ladybug:

Adrien, Kagami and Juleka, one is a cinnamon roll who I can write so much angst for, the other could probably kill you if she wanted but I like her having a soft spot for her friends, and Juleka is just... deadpan funny, and can obliterate people in ONE PUNCH, I like that contrast

Star Wars:

Rex, Maul, The Bad Batch, Anakin, Din Djarin, Finn and Poe, again I feel like there's something for everyone here

The Arcana:

Muriel and Lucio, one is a hot himbo, I love a hot himbo, and the other one is an absolute bastard, polar opposites yet somehow my faves to write

Diabolik Lovers:

Ayato, I love him the most of all the brothers so I just write him the most

Twisted Wonderland:

Pretty new to this one but so far Malleus and Leona

Vanitas no Carte:

Vanitas himself most of the time because he's a little shit, but I also like Noe a lot too

RWBY:

Teams RWBY, JNPR and Summer and Raven, I was drawn to the main four right away, Ruby and Weiss shipwise, and then I feel into the rabbit hole

Tales of Arcadia:

Jim and Douxie, cinnamon roll with the heart of gold, and the immortal punk wizard with the heart of gold, what's not to love

The Witcher:

Geralt, specifically the Netflix version, again, himbo energy and looks like he could both crush me and give me the best, softest hugs

DC:

Batman (Battinson), Jason Todd, Nightwing for the X Reader stuff and Damian and Raven from the animated movies for the shippy stuff

Marvel:

Uhm... oh boy... Steve, Bucky, Loki, Thor, Sam, the Moon Boys, Natasha, Valkyrie, Wanda, Yelena, Kate, Clint, Shang-Chi, Peter Parker (all of them), Miles Morales, Gwen (Spider-Gwen), Logan, Emma, Laura, Kurt, and I'm sure I forgot some

ATLA/TLOK:

Zuko, Sokka, Katara, Ty Lee, Azula, Korra, Asami, Mako, Bolin, and will probably add Kyoshi and Rangi for the shippy ones when I read the novels (yes I haven't read them still, I just love all the fanart)

God this a long list. I probably forgot a bunch of characters too.

#fandom list #character list

[beannary]

Blue and Green

Douxie and Strickler have a chance meeting in 1800s London.

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If there’s one thing that Hisirdoux has learned over the centuries, it’s that when you’re a kid on the streets, it's best to not stay alone. There’s always someone bigger and meaner out there, who's more than willing to fight you for the last piece of bread or a roof to sleep under. But having someone to back you up makes you more of a threat, no matter how scrawny and scraggly you are. And as a kid, the best place to find that companion was in other street kids. 

Sure Hisirdoux doesn’t consider himself to be a kid anymore, but despite being over six hundred years old he still appears as if he’s a youth So as he walks the streets of whatever town or settlement he’s found himself in, he tends to keep an eye out for others like him. 

It was foolish of him to think he would be just fine going back to England without any sort of plan. Oh sure, Hisirdoux, it’s only been six hundred years, how much could it have changed? Well as he stands in the streets of 1800s London, with not a clue where to find employment or shelter, apparently it has changed a lot. Of course he was used to sleeping on the streets, but it was a shock nonetheless to find his home country so completely alien to him. 

But the only reason he happened to wander down various alleyways was because he had been so lost, so perhaps his stupidness was a blessing in disguise.

The sun had long since set, and the stars twinkled high above. Or at least, Hisirdoux assumed that the stars were in the sky. With all the smog it was almost impossible to see anything but the moon, and even that was blocked by a thick layer of smoke.

Fatigue pulls at his muscles as he searches for a place to rest. Though the longer he searches the more it appears as if nearly all sheltered areas are already taken, the local homeless already having claimed all the prize spots. But as he turns a corner, Hisirdoux sighs in relief as he blessedly finds an empty alleyway. Or a nearly empty alleyway, he corrects as he spots a small boy hidden in the shadows. 

Not wanting to startle the boy, Hisirdoux makes a point of making some noise as he walks closer. The boy looks up at him with startling green eyes, but says nothing of the elders presence. 

“May I join you?” Hisirdoux asks, gesturing to an empty space next to the boy. Only after receiving a nod in response does Hisidroux gingerly sit down, crossing his legs to make a space for Archie to lay down in his lap.

The brick wall he leans against is uncomfortable, and the stone pathway digs into his legs, but it’s better than standing, so Hisirdoux tries to make himself comfortable enough to doze off. He’s not sure how long he’s been asleep for when he wakes, feeling sudden movement next to him. He only just manages to stop himself from activating his rune bracer as he sees the boy staring up at him, eyes wide with his hand outstretched towards Archie. 

The boy retracts his hand as soon as Hisirdoux’s eyes open, his face flushing a bright red. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, and Hisirdoux feels his insides melt.

“It’s alright,” he reassures him. “You can pet him if you would like to, he’s quite friendly.”

The boy hesitates, eyes flicking between Archie and Hisirdoux, before he tentatively reaches out a hand and carefully places it on Archie’s back. As Archie relaxes into the touch, the boy seems to gain confidence, and begins petting him gently. 

“He’s soft,” the boy says with awe. “I’ve never met a cat before.”

Hisirdoux raises an eyebrow. “Never?”

The boy shrugs. “Never met a nice cat.”

“Well now you have,” Hisirdoux laughs. “Archie is the nicest cat I’ve ever met.”

The boy looks at Archie very seriously, and extends his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Archie, my name is Walter.”

Archie cocks his head, shooting Hisirdoux an amused look, before turning back to the boy- Walter, he corrects, and gently places his paw in the outstretched hand. 

Walter frowns curiously as he feels Archie’s paw. “Why are his hands so rough on the bottom?”

“To protect him when walking on the ground,” Hisirdoux explains. He places his hand on the ground and presses down, feeling bits of stone and debris press into the flesh of his palm. “See,” he says, lifting his hand to show Walter. “If the bottom was soft like our hands then it would hurt him to walk”

“Oh they’re like our shoes,” Walter says. 

“Exactly,” Hisirdoux smiles. “You’re quite smart, aren’t you?”

Walter shrugs. “I suppose so. My dad,” he wrinkles his nose in distaste, “is a cobbler. So I know shoes.”

“That’s pretty useful.”

“Only when I have the right tools. Can’t even fix this little hole on my own,” Walter lifts his foot up and picks at a tiny hole in the bottom of the shoe. 

“You could always ask to borrow some tools, or steal them if push comes to shove.”

“I tried stealing,” Walter frowns. “I’m none too good at it like this though,” he picks at his ratty clothes.

“Well, have you tried asking?”

Walter looks at him like he’s stupid, making Hisirdoux laugh. “Don’t knock it till you try it. People will oftentimes be more willing to lend you a helping hand if you look small and vulnerable.”

“Maybe so, but it’s…demeaning,” Walter spits out.

Hisirdoux shrugs. “Perhaps, but it’s worth having food, shelter, and other necessities isn’t it?”

“...I suppose.”

“But if that’s not your style, well sticky fingers and all that,” he says while wiggling his fingers.

Walter rolls his eyes. “I already told you, I tried stealing and it didn’t work. I keep getting caught.”

“Ah but now you have someone to watch your back,” Hisirdoux says as he places a hand on Walter’s shoulder. 

Walter’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “You’d help me steal the tools?”

Hisirdoux nods. “Might as well, haven’t got anything better to do at the moment.”

“And what would you want in return?” Walter asks, distrust clearly written on his face.

“Well if you could repair my own shoes then we’ll call it even,” Hisirdoux says as he sticks his hand out towards Walter.

For a moment Hisirdoux expects Walter to reject his proposition. But then a small hand with a surprisingly strong grip shakes his hand. “Alright, deal.” 

#my writing #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #toa wizards #hisirdoux #walter strickler #realized i never posted this to tumblr #go check out my writing! #its good i think! #and even if its not good you should still reblog it because it would make me happy #also im working on a pt 2 to this hehe

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The Eternal Day : Tales of Arcadia - Chapter 8

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Author’s Notes : Final “Titanhunter” chapter! Let’s see what Doux and the others are up to, yea? Hope you all enjoy.

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Titanhunters (Part 3)

They stepped out of the shadows, arriving at a village bordered by rainbow hills and valleys. Strokes of green and purple, blue and beige, pink and ochre painted the great mountainsides, vibrant and breathtaking even under a host of dark clouds. Like a flying beacon the white Heartstone shone, casting its glow over the harlequin landscape.

“You okay, Douxie?” Jim asked.

Douxie nodded. His head wasn’t feeling fantastic, but after fumbling through a few more healing spells it was at least bearable.  

“Hurts a little but I’ll be alright, thanks,” he said, giving Jim a soft smile. He then gazed around and admired the beauty of the land while he had the chance. “I’d seen so many photos of these mountains.”

Archie pondered, “Yes, what were they called again…”

“Quebrada de Humahuaca,” Claire said. “My parents told me we had distant relatives from around here. Great, great, great, aunties and uncles.” 

“Your dad’s mom’s great, great grandmother’s fourth cousin’s son’s…” Jim scratched his head. “....Daughter?” 

Claire snickered. “Something like that.”

“That’s cool,” Zoe said.

But as cool and marvelous as it was, the empty village and ongoing storm put a damper on appreciating the scenery. The group walked quiet and somber down vacant roads and past abandoned shops until they reached the giant crater left by the Heartstone. Peering far down, the iridescence of multicolored crystals lined the rubbled pathways of another troll metropolis. 

“Arch,” Douxie said, sharing a nod. Archie leapt from his shoulder, wings spread, and dove. He did a quick sweep of the area, checking under and around slabs of earth and toppled stone shelters. 

“Hello! Is anyone there?” Archie called. He flew in place, waiting. Moments later his ears flickered in the direction of movement. From crevices hidden among clusters of white crystals appeared the faces of unsure trolls. Archie perked. “It’s alright. Don’t be afraid.” He released two streaks of fire upward, a signal to the others that it was safe. The trolls whispered and shrank back when more strangers arrived through a portal of darkness.

“H-humans!!” one troll exclaimed.

“What do they want with us?” another said.

“I’m scared!” a youngling cried.

Douxie held up his hands and smiled softly. “Easy there. We’re friends, not foes.” He took a small step. “My name is Hisirdoux Casperan, successor to Master Merlin Ambrosius.” Gasps rippled about when he conjured his staff.

Archie returned to Douxie’s shoulder, puffing his chest and grinning proud. “Master Hisirdoux’s Familiar, Archibald at your service.” 

“I’m Zoe.” She hooked an arm around Claire’s shoulders. “This is Claire. We’re witches.” Claire returned Zoe’s smirk.

Jim stepped next to Douxie. “Jim Lake Jr. Nice to meet you all.”

Recognition sparked among the trolls as they gazed upon his suit of armor. 

“Hold on now…Is that…?”

“Can it be?”

“The Armor of Daylight!”

“Looks a bit different, doesn’t it?”

“So it’s true!” A stout, rotund troll in cream colored garb trimmed with gold wiggled out between the others. His chipped tusks and horns were ivory like his skin. Ornate patterns were carved into his walking stick, crowned with a brilliant heartstone speartip. His two silver eyes were wide with wonder on Jim and he adjusted his large glasses. “The Trollhunter is a human boy… Yes, a human boy. You defeated Gumnar the Black and quelled the Eternal Night.”

The cavern buzzed with murmuring. 

Jim tried a smile. “Well I wasn’t…quite human when I did that. Um…b-but either way, I wasn’t on my own. I couldn’t have done it without my friends. I…I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them.”

The ivory troll ruminated. “Mm, yes, yes. Very good. Curious, indeed, but good. And you?” He turned to Douxie. “Merlin’s successor, you said? Has he…” 

Douxie blinked a few times. Looked down for a second.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. Archie pressed against his cheek. Zoe’s hand went to his back. Claire took Jim’s hand.

“Mm, I see, I see,” the troll said, a glow of sadness in his eyes. “A good wizard he was. Very good.”

“So who are you?” Zoe asked. “I’m gonna assume you’re the leader around here.”

The troll nodded. “Indeed, indeed I am. Alabasteremswiss Chezekiel the Fourth is my name but please Alabast will do just fine.” Alabast opened his arms. “Welcome to Moonglow Hollow, welcome! Although our great Moonstone — er, Heartstone, our Heartstone, yes — is in the sky currently.” 

“Right,” Douxie said. “And we know why.”

They walked through everything. Events from a year ago. The Arcane Order. Seven Heartstones from the start of everything. The Titans. Nari. 

“She’ll be headed this way,” Douxie said. His chest tightened, as did his grip on his staff. “But we’ll bring her back to us.”

But Alabast was quivering where he stood, his trolls cowering with him.

“Oh d-dear Deya!” he exclaimed. “This is bad! V-very bad!”

“It’s gonna be alright,” Jim said earnestly.

“And if not? I-if your forest friend cannot be freed?” Alabast looked up at the Heartstone and whimpered. “Oh our precious Moonstone…What are we to do?”

“I understand you’re afraid,” Douxie said, sweeping his gaze over the trolls before settling on their leader. “But please trust us.” Even as he said it, coils of doubt wound in his gut. But he had to believe through it. He took a deep breath. “Whatever comes to pass, all will be well, I promise.”

“We’ll keep you safe,” Claire said to the fear-stricken trolls. “We’ll protect you.”

“Oooh dear, oh dear…” Alabast clung to his walking stick and paced, muttering loud to himself. “The humans have escaped but what of us? Such a great threat…Too great for even the Trollhunter! For Merlin’s champions! And us? Ooooh we’ll be reduced to pebbles! I’m perplexed, so perplexed!”

“Help us,” Zoe said, stepping forward. She uncrossed her arms, made her voice soft. “Fight alongside us.”

Alabast squealed. “F-f-fight? Oh no, oh no, I can’t…W-we cannot possibly…!” The trolls shrank back further, all shaking their heads and trembling. “W-w-we are peaceful here in Moonglow Hollow. P-peaceful!” A sob erupted from him.

“A-alright, alright!” Douxie said, palms up in a calming gesture. He shared a look with Zoe. “You’re okay, mate. We’ll just—”

A tremor seized the cavern, rocks and dust raining down. Aftershocks followed to the beat of heavy footsteps. Douxie looked to his friends, stomach sinking and he swallowed.

“Oh fuzzbuckets…” 

Cries of panic rose from the Moonglow Hollow trolls.

“I-it’s here!”

“It’s the end for us!”

“Deya help us!”

“R-r-run away!” Alabast yelped to his clan. “Run away quickly, n-now, now!!”

“Y-yeah, just get somewhere safe!” Jim hollered after them as they fled into deep tunnels.

“Claire!” Zoe said.

“On it!” Claire focused and conjured a portal, bringing the group back to the surface. 

The Forest Titan emerged from the mountains and cantered into the village, the spring green glow of its being illuminating the bleakness of the storm. The ground quaked with every step as it gravitated toward the Heartstone, tangles of aggressive foliage overwhelming everything it passed. Douxie’s eyes went to the Titan’s tree antlers, where he knew Nari was.

“We’ll get her back,” he said.

Jim nodded. “Whatever it takes.”

He and Claire hopped into the shadows. Archie enlarged himself, Douxie and Zoe climbing aboard and they were off. They circled the Titan’s head and dove right in, landing among its strands of vines for hair, beneath the emerald shadow of the symbol and sphere rotating upon its blank face. Jim and Claire appeared soon after and they all gazed up between the trees. Nari hovered, looking straight ahead.

“Nari!!” Douxie shouted. His heart leapt, shocked but hopeful, when her head snapped down at him. His hope burgeoned when she descended, settling in front of them. They held their breaths, stances guarded, as Douxie stepped closer. Nari’s glazed over eyes watched him. “Nari…Nari, it’s me. It’s Doux—” 

Vines snapped up and around him and the others, pinning their arms against their bodies. Multiple vines had snagged Archie’s large form, wrapping his ankles, trapping his wings, and muzzling him. He thrashed wildly, smoke billowing from his nostrils.

Zoe squirmed. “Ugh! Douxie!!”

Douxie kicked his legs as he was lifted. “N-Now Nari, this is an awfully bad show of m-manners…!” 

Nari flicked her wrist inward, and Douxie yelped when the vine tugged him closer. Her darkened eyes bore into his, dilated pupils ringed with flaring red and icy blue. His heart lurched and he met her there, searching for any hint of her. 

“Nari…,” Douxie whispered. And there it was, the tiniest fleeting glimmer. For a split second her lip quivered. He wasn’t seeing things. That was her, he knew it, he could feel it. But before he could call out to her again, the magic circling her eyes glared and Douxie was sent sailing. “Fuzzbuckeeeets!!!”

“Doux!!” Jim shouted.

Archie morphed into a snake, slipping through the vine’s grasp, then back into a large dragon. He sprang off the Titan’s head and did an accelerated swoop, snagging Douxie’s hood between his teeth. They dangled for a moment, reorienting.

“Grabbed me by the scruff, did you?” Douxie huffed with a grimace. The dull ache in his head had sharpened from all the crazy movement. But nevertheless, Archie chuffed and gave him a shake. “Ow! Knock it off you little—er, big—Gah, you big little fiend!”

Back on the Titan, Claire cried out when the vine around her constricted, “Nari please! It’s us!”

“We’re—ngh—We’re your friends…!” Jim wheezed.

It fell on deaf ears. Nari, not even looking their way, willed her Titan to toss them over. Claire screamed while Jim tried reaching for her hand.

“Hang on!!” Zoe made an X with her arms, fists clenched. Magic flared and sparked around her. “Come on, come on…!” The concentrated magic in her arms traveled down the rest of her body, an even spread, her mind invoking security. With a shout Zoe threw her arms open, magic surging out. 

“Oof!” She thudded against her manifesting safety tarp, the magic rippling upon impact. Jim and Claire crashed into it seconds later. Once the spell was fully formed they began to drift steadily downward. “You guys okay?”

Jim got to his hands and knees, nodding dizzily. “Y-yeah. Thanks to you, Zoe.”

“I’m guessing this is what an anti-gravity spell is supposed to be,” Claire said as she pushed herself up to sit.

Zoe sighed. “Douxie?”

“...Douxie.”

The magic tarp lowered them onto the roof of a building. Douxie and Archie dropped beside them. As soon as they landed, Archie shrunk down to his regular size, noticeably faint. Douxie gathered him in his arms.

“You alright, Arch?” he asked, cradling Archie against his chest.

“Still getting used to the large form,” Archie said. He shook his head. “Just…Just a moment’s rest and I’ll be right as rain.” Claire ran her knuckles over his head and he purred. 

“So what do we do now?” Zoe asked. The Forest Titan was drawing closer to the Heartstone without pause. 

Douxie watched it intently. “We try again.”

“Doux…,” Zoe said.

“I know but she was there, Zo. When I said her name, she heard me. I know she did.” He worried his lip. “If…If I can reach her mind with my own…It just might undo Bellroc and Skrael’s spell.” 

“How do you know?” Archie asked.

Douxie exhaled, breath shaking. “I don’t. But I have to try.” 

Zoe gazed at him, then touched his arm. “Alright Douxie. But we need another plan. She’s just going to keep throwing us off.”

“We could try a more gradual approach instead of getting right in her face,” Jim said. “Uh, or right on the face?” 

Moments later they were stepping out of a shadow portal and into the small wood that was the Titan’s deer back. Short trees with oddly shaped branches and teardrop leaves sprouted upon its earthy grass pelt, while two splendid ones towering above the rest flourished at the base of the Titan’s humanoid back. What had made the glowing mottled pattern of a doe turned out to be lighted flower beds of varying sizes, dazzling specks fluttering off curled buds and florets. Raindrops trickled through the leaves, shrouding the wood in a thin mist and enveloping the group with the fragrance of wet earth.

“Right then. Let’s have another go at this, shall we?” Douxie started towards the two grand trees, the others following cautiously. 

“Guess I can say I’ve ridden a centaur now,” Claire said.

Archie in her arms hummed. “Actually, the proper term for this creature is a cervitaur. They’re quite rare compared to their half horse relatives.” 

“Oooh. Did you know that, Teach?”

Douxie sputtered. “W-what? Of course I knew that.”

Zoe turned around and whispered, “He totally didn’t know that.”

They came to the two trees and wondered at the strange branches and unique leafy patterns that reached all the way up to the Titan’s human shoulder blades, melding with its hued skin. Embellishing their trunks were stunning, intricate sleeves of muted rainbow bark. Douxie pressed his palm against them. Something like pins and needles, deep within his very soul, blossomed in his hand and raced up his arm. The abrupt sensation had him drawing back as if stung. He looked far up the expanse of the Titan’s back, at the magic he now noticed pulsing through the branches like veins. An enigmatic ancient magic he didn’t understand, that he doubted even Merlin ever grasped.

“That’s…a pretty big climb,” Jim said.

“Not to worry. I’ve got it sorted. Hold out your hands.” Douxie brushed his fingers over his friends’ palms, closing his eyes and channeling. The pain in his head flared up but he pushed through. “Adhaereo superfiu—”

Rustling startled them. All around them the leaves began to rattle. Branches dipped and twisted. Roots broke through the earth, wrapping around themselves. The group circled up, readying themselves as monsters were birthed from the wood. Ends of furling branches turned into gangly stick creatures, jagged leaves like razors protruding all over and their splintered arms needlelike. The tips of coiling roots opened to reveal flaps bearing rows upon rows of sharp teeth. The flower beds dimmed and morphed into lumps of writhing thorny vines, centers mutating into grotesque maws.

“Bloody mandrakes!” Douxie cried, bracelet lighting.

“Not mandrakes.” Archie turned big and growled. “These are carnifloras!”

“Ugh, you’re really going to correct me at a time like thi—” A thorny vine snaked around his ankle. “Oh fuzzbucKEEAHH!!” One sharp pull and Douxie hit the ground, head immediately pounding. Archie leapt and doused the plant in flames before Douxie was eaten alive. The carniflora shrieked and released him.

Zoe hurried to help him back up. “Are you okay?”

“Nooot really…,” Douxie groaned, cradling his forehead. 

The carnifloras advanced, appendages flailing and jaws open. Jim pulled the broadsword they’d found off his back and charged. Claire chucked rounds of magic alongside Zoe. Archie coated his teeth in flames and tore into the neck of a root carniflora, claws scratching like mad.

Douxie held up his hand and tried to conjure an attack. But his headache only worsened. He dropped his arm, fist striking the floor in frustration.

“Douxie, don’t worry about us!” Jim shouted as he hacked and slashed. “Just get to Nari!”

“What? No, I can’t leave you all!”

“We’ll be fine!” A branch carniflora sliced Zoe’s arm. She hissed but countered with an electrified backhand. “Just go!!”

“Bring her back to us!” Archie roared. Another root carniflora bit into his flank and he yowled, rolling to dislodge it then retaliating with fire and claws.

Douxie looked on, the world starting to rotate. Breathing becoming heavier, more desperate. Heart thrashing and hands clamming up. He closed his eyes and took ten seconds. His friends were brilliant, more than capable. He had to use what strength he had wisely. Time was running out. If he could reach Nari, it would stop all of this. It would be alright.

When Douxie opened his eyes he was facing the two trees. 

“Adhaereo superfium!” he chanted. A twinge of pain in his head, then magic coated the shapes of his hands and feet. Douxie jumped and latched onto one of the trees. No grip needed. He was sticking perfectly to it like a magnet. A proud laugh and he started climbing, taking big leaps, quick and easy without purchase or risk. 

The energy exuding from the trees coursed through Douxie’s fingers and poured into his body, the sensation like dandelion seeds floating around his soul, mingling with his aura. For as long as he scaled the tree the pain in his head nearly disappeared and he felt as though he could climb a thousand more. But the moment he lifted himself off the last few branches, onto the curve of the Titan’s shoulder blade, his dull headache returned and his limbs began to tremble.

“Just a little further, Hisirdoux…!” Douxie stilled, took three deep breaths, then launched himself up with two great pulls. The third one brought him up onto the Titan’s shoulder and he dropped to his knees, chest heaving. “Buckets, that’s my exercise for the next century…” Then he peered up the back of the Titan’s head, at all the vines he still had to climb, and groaned.

Dragonfire blazed through the wood below. Archie opened his jaws and spun, wings flapping and fueling the blazing tornado. Carnifloras screeched as they were incinerated to nothing. However the once flower beds wouldn’t catch no matter what Archie did. In fact their thorny vines only seemed to multiply and grow angrier. The vines’ ends split into more mouths, and like savage broods of snakes they struck out all at once. 

Jim dropped and rolled on his back, swinging his broadsword with the momentum and severing heads before spinning to his feet and charging. He slashed his way closer to the snapping jaws at the center of the writhing mass, sidestepping clear of attacks. With a shout Jim leapt, flipping his blade downward, both hands gripping the handle. He thrust his sword straight into the vital mouth. The carniflora screeched, shuddered violently, and wilted, its many vines going still.

“Nice, Jim!” Zoe said with lightning shooting from her fingertips.

He was about to pull out his sword when the carniflora twitched. “What—”

In a second the creature revitalized, vines throwing themselves around Jim so brutally he thought his armor cracked. His broadsword slipped from his grasp and disappeared down the carniflora’s gullet. Its mouth sealed shut and it swallowed.

“No!!” Jim said, devastated and horrified. A blast of black and purple barreled into his malicious restraints. The vines hissed and retreated, throwing Jim on the ground.

“Jim!” Claire ran to him. “Are you okay?”

“Apparently these plants aren’t just carnivores,” Jim muttered. “I-I gotta find another sword I guess…” His attempt at lighthearted jests was soon shadowed by distress.

A guttural wail tore through the air. Archie smashed into the ground five yards away, littered with scrapes and cuts. He dug his claws into the earth, grit his teeth, and slowly rose back up. Vines broke through Zoe’s defenses and she stumbled next to him. Archie breathed deep, unleashing one more scorching stream of dragonfire before he could take no more. The flames dispersed and he lost his form, turning small and spent. But the ravenous vines kept slithering towards their kills. Once again the fire had done nothing against the flower bed carnifloras except agitate them further.

“Would’ve much preferred mandrakes!” Archie stated, shrinking back.

Douxie finally made it to the top. He slowed his movements to a crawl at the sight of Nari facing away from him. Murmured a quick concealing spell, a basic one. Tried not to lose focus at the Heartstone now alarmingly close, the Titan’s crown washed white. Douxie held his breath and painstakingly crept forward, bracelet flickering on his outstretched arm. Pain swelled in his skull as his magic churned in preparation for the spell, readied upon his lips. Douxie didn’t stop. He could never, not when Nari was just within reach…. 

His fingers were a hair’s breadth from her back when vines ensnared him.

“Agh!” Douxie looked right into her eyes as she turned and cried, “Blast it, Nari, I know you can hear me! Come to your senses! Please…!”

Nari’s eyes remained blank. The red and blue rings encasing her pupils glinted, cursed shackles imprisoning her will. Douxie jerked against his constraints. Every sudden movement sent pain rolling through his skull but he kept on. He gasped when a vine wrapped around his throat. It didn’t fully constrict but Douxie was panicking all the same.

“N-Nari…Nari, please, I…”

The vine tightened just a smidge. Nari willed for Douxie to be brought closer. For several seconds her eyes bore into his as if he were a specimen to be studied. Her body went taut. Her jaw clenched. Her lips thinned. Her gaze turned glossy. There it was. She could see him. But the longer Nari looked, the angrier the rings around her eyes glared. Now the vines were behaving erratically, squeezing one second then easing up the next but never letting go. The Forest Titan had gone still.

“What’s going on?” Claire asked. The vine carnifloras suddenly seemed lost, snapping misdirected or just wiggling in place. 

Zoe looked up. “Douxie…”

Before Bellroc and Skrael’s magic could regain full control, before his hopes were dashed, Douxie called out to Nari again with all his heart.

“It’s me, Nari. Hisirdoux, your friend. Your friends are here to bring you back. To…To bring you home.” Nari went still as a carving. Douxie took a breath. “I-If you can hear me, Nari, please…give me a sign.” The vines loosened a hair. Douxie’s heart hammered. “Good! That’s it! I knew you could hear me. It’s alright, Nari. I promise you, it’s alright…” The vines didn’t release, although the one around his neck all but slipped off. His bracelet’s runes brightened. “I’m so sorry, Nari. I’m sorry…if this HURTS—!”

Douxie smacked his forehead against hers and screamed, “SENSUS TACTIO!!!”

White hot agony. Mystic fire igniting his mind and soul, scorching down the back of his neck to the rest of his body. He’d never felt such pain in his whole life. Not when he’d been the Order’s prisoner. Not even when he’d lost Merlin. Memories, thoughts, and feelings that weren’t his flooded through him. It was an ocean, and Douxie feared he would soon drown. He didn’t feel himself freed from the vines. He didn’t hear Nari shriek. His being was elsewhere. In darkness, light, Heartstones, trees, stars, fire, ice, a pair of indescribable eyes, a fatherly embrace, Titans. Centuries and centuries, millenniums, maybe eons. 

Love, happiness, comfort, peaceful days. Songs and tales by firelight. Steadfast flames always lighting the darkness, filling it with warmth and love. Snowflakes twirling upon rushing winds. Beautiful, endless fields of sparkling white. A forest of ice crystals fashioned into trees for fun. 

But then came evil. And so came annihilation. But within it there was mercy for a few. And so there was salvation for the world. 

Humanity spared. Bellroc and Skrael’s benevolence replaced with hatred. Never open the Seals again. Nari’s father, the Great Eternity, disappearing into sunlit clouds. 

Fear, despair, denial, violence. Civilizations turned to ash or frozen graves. Men, women, and children dying. So much death. Pain and only pain. Was this balance? Was this good? What would Father say? Where was Father? They were together. They were together. But Father’s eyes were different now. 

This relentless, unforgiving river eventually swept Douxie to a vaguely familiar place. Hellfire and bitter cold, desperately fleeing from them. Loneliness. Such deep distress. Nearly fainting from longing. 

Then Douxie saw himself and Archie. Nari’s affection sprouted. He saw all of their friends. Nari’s passionate love blossomed. Her wounded thoughts resounded. She didn’t deserve them, such radiant hearts and brilliant souls. She had to protect them. She loved them dearly. It had to be done. What would Father do? She was scared. If any could face the coming wrath, her friends could. She believed. She loved Douxie. Bellroc promised. Bellroc promised, surely, surely he would keep his promise of course he would because—

Betrayal. 

Anguish. 

Douxie was here, alive.

Crushing relief. 

Wrenching guilt and shame.

I am sorry. 

I will only hurt you. 

Leave me.

Douxie was on his hands and knees when he came back to himself. Only seconds had passed. His eyes were sore from scalding tears. His spirit was raw. His head was splitting but his heart hurt infinitely more. 

Nari was squeezing her head between her hands and screeching to the heavens. There was a woman with blue eyes humming. A village up in flames on a cold winter night. Archie. Nightmares. Sleeping. Forgetting. Lad of Fortune. Merlin Ambrosius. Zoanna Ashildr. Her hair was brown and long and she was loveliest maiden he’d ever laid eyes on. Melodies and adventures and heartache across nine centuries. 

Then he found a family once again. Then Nari herself. Douxie, his heart ever good and kind, already adored her. He would protect her. He would care for her no matter what. He loved to see her smile. He wondered what flavors were her favorite, what sights she would love most, what songs he would share with her next. He hoped she could stay in his life forever. She was dear to him. It was the fondness of a brother. Love unfailing. Persisting.

The Order’s magic went to war.

Nari’s arm shot out against her will, her whole body shuddering and twitching. The Forest Titan reared up on its hind legs and shook its head about. Douxie was flung sideways but managed to grab hold.

“Whoa!!” Jim cried as the ground beneath them tilted. They clung to whatever threads of non-threatening vegetation they could and dangled. “Can’t tell if this is good or bad!”

Their faces met the dirt when the field righted itself back. The carnifloras were still confused. There was a booming crackle, like a mountain breaking.

“Oh no…,” Zoe whispered.

“We need to get up there!” Claire said, spinning a ball of shadow in her palm.

The Forest Titan had slammed its front knees against the Heartstone, its dainty hands gripping on. Its hair whipped wildly and snapped around the white crystals. Sobs bursted through Nari’s screams. She couldn’t stop. Dueling magic strobed from her eyes and mouth. She couldn’t breathe. Veins of her markings lit upon her skin as she burned from the inside out. The turmoil would soon tear her spirit asunder. 

Come home.

I do not deserve you.

You’re ours.

Look what I have done.

It’s okay. I love you. We all love you.

Kill him. Kill him. KILL HIM.

Stop.

Reap what you’ve sown.

Please stop it.

FINISH WHAT YOU BEGAN.

The Heartstone’s light faded, and arms wrapped around her.

The Titan backed away. The Heartstone crashed and broke apart. Douxie held on tighter, as tight as he could. He smothered Nari’s face against his chest, buried his nose into her hair, and just held her. Nari fought, her claws slicing him through his clothes. It stung like mad. Douxie didn’t let go. Zoe, Archie, Jim, and Claire watched from under the twin trees, all teary-eyed and unsure.

For a long while nothing was said. The rain pattered and thunder rumbled. The wind whooshed by, rustling the leaves of the Titan’s antlers. Nari seethed against him, scratching and kicking. 

Eventually with less vigor. 

Douxie closed his eyes and sobbed quietly. “I’m not leaving you. Not ever.” He didn’t know if she could hear him. “I’m right here. I’ll always be right here with you.” He kissed her head and wept. “I know…I know. It’s alright, Nari. Please…”

A branch of lightning flashed and the gray clouds rang low. The rain started hitting harder, and soon the world was cloaked in a torrential downpour, the mist tinted the bright green glow of the Forest Titan’s symbol. They were all cold and drenched but still no one moved. Douxie lost track of everything. He didn’t notice the heavy rainfall becoming a calm drizzle all of a sudden or the pain in his head receding. He just wanted Nari back.

So when her arms lifted and her hands clutched his sides, Douxie gasped. When Nari’s soft weeping reached his ears, he looked down.

“Nari?” he said, shaking.

Nari looked up at him and bawled, tears flowing from her clear ringless eyes. “Douxie!”

Douxie heaved a sob. He cupped Nari’s cheek and managed, “There you are...!” Then they both came undone, falling back into each other’s arms and holding tight. Within seconds the others rushed to join the embrace, all laughing and crying and soaking wet.

“I am s-s-so sorry!!!” Nari wailed. “I am sorry, I am so sorry!! I h-hurt you….I hurt you…!”

“Oh darling, no you didn’t,” Douxie said, his palm brushing hair off her face. He looked her over. Another swell of joy filled his chest when he saw all the scars from Bellroc and Skrael had vanished. “You didn’t hurt me at all. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Why…After all I have done…Why did you want me back?”

“Because we love you, Nari,” Claire sniveled. Jim put an arm around Nari’s shoulders. Zoe took her hand and squeezed, failing to blink back her own tears. Archie snuggled into Nari’s lap and licked her face. Nari rewarded them all with a delicate smile and a small giggle.

“Thank you,” Nari said with glistening eyes.

Douxie hugged her. “Always.”

The group huddled together in the moment. Nari mended wounds from carnifloras and fully healed Douxie’s head injury. When all the hugs were given and all the tears finally subsided, Jim stood. 

“So…what now?” he said. 

Nari rose, a slight frown on her face. With a wave of her hands the Forest Titan lifted an arm and placed its thin pointed fingers on its head. Nari hopped on with ease, calling for her nervous friends to join. So they all hitched a ride down to the remains of Moonglow Hollow’s Heartstone. The Titan kneeled and utilized its head of vines to drop them safely into the Hollow, where terrified trolls made their presence known with squeals. Douxie and Jim stood on either side of a trembling Alabast as Nari approached him.

“W-Why have you brought her here, why?!” Alabast yelped. He blubbered, “Our Moonstone…Our wonderful Moonstone is g-g-gone! W-Will you kill us next? Will you?”

Sorrow clouded Nari’s gaze. “I am so sorry. I will not harm you. My friends have freed me and the Titan I command.”

Alabast peeked between his fingers. “Eh…y-you are a forest friend once again?”

“She is,” Douxie said.

Zoe patted Nari’s head. “Nothing to be afraid of. But um…sorry about your Heartstone.”

“Our Moonstone!” Alabast wailed to the ceiling.

“I am sorry,” Nari said, hands folding to her chest. “Please forgive me. Now that I am no longer in the Arcane Order’s control I will only help you. I will do everything I can to help, to stop them.” A white flower bloomed in Nari’s hand and she offered it. Alabast slowly unfurled, skittishly taking it from her. He considered it for a moment, glancing between its brilliant petals and Nari. Then he shoved it into his mouth and swallowed. Nari’s friends gaped as he smacked his lips in thought.

“W-Well…I suppose it’s alright then,” Alabast said. “You were not yourself, not yourself at all, yes.”

Nari drooped. “But I am very, very, very sorry.”

“It’s alright, I said! Those Arcane scoundrels are to blame, no? Yes, they’re at fault for our Moonstone…” Alabast choked. “F-For our M-M-Moonstone…ugh…”

“We’ll make things right,” Jim said, hand on Alabast’s shoulder.

“And with Nari of The Eternal Forest on our side, it’s the Order who should be afraid!” Archie said with wings open.

“That’s right. We have a whole Titan!” Claire said.

“She is also very sorry,” Nari said, looking down.

Jim’s phone buzzed. A text from his mom. In the three seconds he took to read it, his face turned ghostly pale. He looked up. 

“We need to get back to Camelot. Now.”

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Claire immediately passed out after the largest shadow portal she’d ever made closed. Jim and Douxie caught her as the Forest Titan’s hooves smashed into the ground, kicking up a massive cloud of dust that blew through the entire wood. Its towering form brought them level with a window into the castle and they hurried in. When they made it to the servants’ quarters, they rushed into the only open door. A grim scene struck them.

Steve paced and bit his nails while Barbara treated a severe burn on Eli’s arm. On the neighboring bed was Varvatos with a hideous, fragmented lesion through his chest, charcoal black and seeping redness. Varvatos was unresponsive, still as a corpse. Luug whimpered and pressed into his side. Aja and Krel wept over him. When they saw Nari they could think of nothing else.

“Nari! Oh thank Seklos!” Aja cried.

“His…His core has been damaged,” Krel said, face streaked with tears. “Please, can you help him?”

“I will try!” Nari sprang over with magic flowing, covering Varvatos’ wound with her hands. “I have never healed creatures such as yourselves. But I will do what I can.”

“Thank you,” Aja said. She and Krel planted themselves on both sides of the bed, clutching Varvatos’ hands with all four of theirs.

“What happened?” Zoe asked. 

Aja shook her head, face twisted in anguish. She bent forward as if weighed down and cried. Krel said nothing, but the pure grief in his eyes spoke volumes.

Douxie took Claire into his arms from Jim and laid her down on an empty bed. He placed one hand on her forehead and took her hand in his other. The one shard of teal heartstone was stationed with Varvatos, so Douxie worked to restore Claire’s strength with his own aura.

Down the way Blinky, Aaarrrgghh, and Toby were gathered around one bed with Walter sitting on the mattress. The Blanks stood against the walls, their faces mournful. 

“Tobes!” Jim said. They all looked up, except Walter, and he staggered at the woe in all their eyes. Toby couldn’t keep it together. He ran over into Jim’s arms and crumbled into spasmodic sobs. Jim hugged him back. “Tobes...Hey, what is it? What happened? What’s wrong?” And then he noticed. “Wait…Where’s Nomura?”

Blinky shut his eyes, tears trickling from all six. Walter was mum, motionless with his head hanging. Aaarrrgghh turned around weeping. 

In his arms where two sunset scimitars.

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Author’s Notes : Emotiooooooons asdflsdskjhdjghaf;kdj X____X But the Green Bean Queen has come home :3 I finished this chapter on Tuesday and wanted to go ahead and post it here. The Forest Titan drawing will be posted tomorrow and then the chapter will be up on Ao3 ^^ 

As always, thank you all so much for reading and for your encouraging comments. It means so much! God bless you all.

Side Note : I watched “Come From Away” today (the pro-shot on my friend’s Apple TV) and EVERYONE NEEDS TO GO LOOK IT UP AND WATCH IT AND/OR LISTEN TO IT RIGHT NOOOOOOOW—

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#this musical is PEAK theatre #everything about it is beautiful #God bless Newfoundlanders and ol' Gander Canada #ANYWHO lol #don't gush about musical theater in the tags for your fic rika don't do it #I'M AN ISLANDER I'M I'M AN ISLANDER-- #ahem so yes Douxie and Nari are precious #also lignum aeternum literally translates to eternal wood #which i mean is great but what does that have to do with sticking to things lol #the eternal day : tales of arcadia #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #toa nari #nari of the eternal forest #toa archie #toa zoe #zoe ashildr #jim lake jr #claire nunez #the arcane order #a tiny bit of #zouxie #toa wizards #tales of arcadia #trollhunters rise of the titans #rise of the titans #trollhunters rott #rott rewrite #rika tries to write

[nurisiliel]

A Zouxie Week

fandom:          Tales of Arcadia

characters:     Hisirdoux Casperan, Zoe Ashildr, Archie

Summary:       Eight sequential short stories from the lives of Douxie and Zoe in Arcadia Oaks for the zouxieweek2022.

warnings:        Day 3: /

disclaimer:      I don't own Tales of Arcadia (Trollhunters, 3Below, Wizards and Rise of the Titans) or any character which you may recognize from the shows or the movie. They belong to Guillermo del Toro and DreamWorks Animation. However, everything else is my own creation.

Day 1 - date night / steamy (NSFW) - Read on AO3

Day 2 - angst - Read on AO3

Zouxieweek2022 prompts, Day 3 - mothers

Listening to the soft sounds of the drum and violin, he rhythmically stroked Archie's fur as he let his gaze glide over the people enjoying the beautiful weather in the park that Sunday.

"Excuse me, sir, is the seat next to you still available?"

The corners of his mouth twitched. She wanted to play their game now? Very well...

"Milady." Douxie merely tilted his head in greeting so as not to wake Archie. "Of course, you may claim this seat for yourself."

"I thank you, sir."

Gracefully, Zoe settled down beside him in her short black skirt and looked thoughtfully at Archie.

"Is everything okay with Archibald? He doesn't usually sleep at this hour."

Sighing, Douxie closed his eyes for a few seconds. "Archie'd been awake for the rest of the night, making sure I felt safe. Zoe..."

Where was he going to start with the explanation? But before he could put his thoughts in an acceptable order, she grabbed the second stud hanging in front of his shirt and put it in her ear. For a few moments she listened to the music and then shook her head.

"You listen to Irish instrumental music? Shit, this is really serious."

Bending her leg on the bench, she turned fully toward him and looked imploringly into his eyes. "What happened yesterday, Douxie?"

"It was... a flashback. Something I experienced as a child, before Archie found me. It's been a while since something like that happened to me, and I thought I was past it. But apparently that isn't the case. I'm afraid that I won't be able to go to the new bath with you anymore. I'll probably avoid the sauna in the future as well, now that that memory has come crawling back out of my subconsciousness. Otherwise it could trigger me again. I'm sorry, Zoe."

"Hey, it's okay! I'm also constantly trying to avoid the demons of my past," she assured him and gently cupped his cheeks. "But look at me, Douxie. Do you want to talk about it? I'm here if you want to."

He knew that telling her about it would certainly give him relief. But at the same time, everything in him resisted the thought of even going near that memory again.

When he noticed over Zoe's shoulder a familiar person sitting on a bench some distance away, however, Douxie knew how he could start. With a nod in the appropriate direction, he indicated that Zoe should turn once in that direction, which she did.

"Do you see the woman there next to the teenage boy? She's a doctor and a single parent. From what I picked up at work, the boy's father left them ten years ago. But still, she kept and keeps going. Working like crazy at the local hospital to provide for her son and herself. Along the way, her boy has become very independent, and I bet eventually becoming a chef."

"Is that so? And how do you know that?"

Laughing softly, Douxie fondly recalled the day...

"Last year for his birthday, they were out to dinner while I was on shift. Aside from the fact that they always tip very well, the boy was talking to me while his mother was in the bathroom. He asked me the exact ingredients of the new dishes, which we had just added to the menu a few days earlier at that point. He had wanted to recreate them at home because his mother likes to eat our food but they don't have so much money that they can eat out all the time. His mother overheard a few snippets of our conversation and assured me that her son is a truly gifted cook, unlike her," Douxie chuckled. With a caring smile, Douxie let his gaze wander further.

"And you see that woman there? At first glance, she seems downright married to her work. But I've often seen her sitting here in the park with her daughter and toddler, like right now, looking at a picture book with the little one while talking to her daughter."

And as Douxie let his gaze wander further to the many mothers and also fathers who were present with their children, he saw from the corner of his eye that Zoe was also letting her gaze wander.

"I sometimes wonder what my mother would be like, what she would be doing today, if she had stood the test of time like we have."

Instead of a direct reply, he felt Zoe lean her head against his shoulder and intertwine her fingers with his.

"I'd have loved to have met your mother. But you know, there's one thing I know with one hundred percent certainty. If she were here today, she'd be proud of you."

Her words made his heart beat on painfully.

"You think?" he asked in a strained voice, feeling the embrace of her fingers around his tighten.

"Hisirdoux Casperan, you're a master wizard of all magical fields. And that's despite the fact that you're not even officially a master wizard yet! You're hardworking, just like that mother over there, down-to-earth, help others and haven't lost your will to live and sometimes really annoying cheerfulness over the every so often really crappy centuries!"

Straightening up, she cupped his face again and looked at him with a seriousness that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Your mother couldn't help but be proud of you, Douxie. I know I am. And so much more. If it weren't for you, many a time I'd have just called it quits with life. Thanks to you," she quickly continued when he tried to say something with a shocked expression, "I'm still here today in this time period that I'm actually enjoying again."

Then she stood up and simply pulled him along while he quickly shouldered the still snoring Archie so he wouldn't accidentally drop him.

"But actually, I came here to show you a surprise that I got for you and I'm sure would have driven your mother crazy."

"What-?"

"No questions, just come with me."

Douxie couldn't help but feel emotionally drained. For Zoe's confession brought another weight to his heart. But at the same time, her snarky yet compassionate manner had always been able to snap him out of his sometimes dull and heavy thoughts. And seeing her at that moment with a grin and so full of anticipation for his reaction gave him joy himself.

And so he let himself be pulled along without resistance and simply looked forward to this surprise.

@moppetwithamanbun @emsprovisions

#zouxieweek2022 #hisirdoux casperan #zoe ashildr #toa wizards #mothers

[nothing-is-relevent-but-it-is]

Me: Holy shit. Wait. Douxie has freckles.

Friend #1: ... So?

Me: Listen, listen, no, you don't understand, Douxie has f r e ck le s

Friend #1: And this matters why?

Me: ... F R E C K L E S

__________

Friend #2: You said it's important?

Me: Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's important.

Friend #2: ... So what is it?

Me: Okay, listen. Douxie has freckles.

Friend #2: Freckles?

Me: F r e c k l e s

Friend #2: FRECKLES!!!!!

Me: FRECKLES!!!!!!!!!

#douxie #toa hisirdoux #okay but like #freckles #i love him #i love my friends #but some understand me more than others #hisirdoux casperan #he is my favorite #tales of arcadia #not my usual content #soft punk rock boi has freckles how can I not love him

[unexpected-possibilities]

I made some lil sketches during classes today, no refs on the staff so that tells you how many times I’ve stared at Wizards content 😂, thought I’d share em

#douxie #why are cats so hard to draw #like #your face #is so simple #anyways lol #soft punk boi #toa archie #doodles #ft my very unique handwriting #I hid some terrible terrible doodles of me failing to make a cat head lmao

[charlemagne-the-devourer]

Slight problem

Summary: An encounter with a certain wizard brings back some old memories.

A/N: This is my first official fanfiction, and I'm sure it's bad, but I'm posting it anyway, so please enjoy !

I was walking down the halls of Camelot, just looking for things to do. Since it was pretty late and most of the gang were sleeping, I kept my footsteps light so I won't wake anyone.

"Oh, fuzzbuckets."

I heard someone exclaimed as I turned around a corner, knowing who it was. I quickened my pace to see what the commotion was about.

However, the scene was much more endearing than what I suspected.

There, in the middle of the throne room, Douxie, my beloved idiot. Has somehow managed to get covered with some kind of slim and got stuck onto one of the columns.

'Well, well, well, what do we have here?'

Upon noticing my arrival, Douxie looked at me with an embarrassed smile, "Hey love, yeah interesting story, one for another time....can you please get me down, please?"

I casted a levitation spell and got him down with ease, giggling I walked up to him and checked for injuries, luckily he was fine.

"Now, can you tell me what happened? I thought you were on night patrol. " I asked

Douxie chuckled "I finished patrol and ran into a slight problem."

"By slight problem, he means a large group of Shadow Mephits." said archie, how did I not notice him here before

"Oh, come on, arch, it wasn't that bad." Douxie argued.

"Alright, whatever you say, darling, I'm just glad you guys made it back in one piece." I replied with a laugh.

Douxie looked at me with a small smile and something else in his eyes. "You have always come to my rescue, haven't you?"

"Well, I can't let my little douxie get in too much trouble, can't I?" We laughed at the joke as I recall the time something similar happened at the exact location when the moon was bright as tonight.

12th century Camelot

I finished my duties in the castle that day, and the sun had set, and the moon was up. I was skipping down the hall, heading towards my chamber, as I heard a loud bang followed by a soft 'fuzzbuckets'

I raced towards the sound, hoping to help whoever made that sound. I arrived at the throne room and saw a boy around my age surrounded by an older squire, and judging by the bucket on the floor and slorr juice on the squire, one would assume he has spilled the slorr juice onto the squire. And he is clearly in trouble.

"l..I'm really sorry, a..and it won't happen again I promise." the boy spoke in a high-pitched voice, and his voice cracked a bit at the end.

I walked up to them and spoke in the sweetest voice I could master, "Evening gentlemen, what seems to be the problem here."

The squire turned to my direction and said, "Ah, my dear, what is a fair lady as yourself doing here at this time of night."

I tried not to vomit at his disgusting attitude and put on a sweet smile " Well, kind squire, I am mearly looking for someone. You there, come with me, we shall depart immediately."

The boy immediately got up to his feet and followed me. Once we were out of sight, I turned to him, but before I could say anything, his said something which surprised me.

"Am I in trouble?"

I was taken off guard, "Pardon?" I asked

"Did I do something wrong, why else would you be sent to fetch me, and.."

"No, no, I saw you were in need of help back there, so I wanted to help you. I'm y/n. What's your name?"

"Hisirdoux Casperan." The boy replied

Y/n and Douxie shaked hands as they became friends, and the rest is history.

#wizards x reader #douxie casperan #moppet douxie #douxie x reader #douxie #toa douxie #hisirdoux casperan #Archie #Camelot #douxie x y/n

[scarletemeterio-thesecond]

r u open for sum douxie requests? Him Falling in love with king arthur's daughter💕who's innocent n kind but she isn't happy at camelot she wants to be independent n arthur's like NOPE so she runs away n meets douxie again centuries later n is now a total badass witch but she's sarcastic n mean cuz girl has been THROUGH IT😔 but slowly she warms up to him n falls in love with him all over again cuz with douxie she cant help but be soft💕😭 *u can ignore this ask if u want my English is bad😅*

i absolutely loved this request! i think i did things a bit differently but i'm a sucker for love and i couldn't help it lol. i loved writing this, thank you for requesting and i hope you like it!

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Back To You (Douxie x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: none i think

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Fandom: Tales of Arcadia, Wizards

Summary: See request

Word Count: 3379

Reader uses she/her pronouns!

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Being king Arthur’s daughter was already hard enough, but being a witch didn’t make things easier. (Y/N) loved magic, even if her father wasn’t a huge fan of it. She started taking an interest in it at a very young age, and her own aunt ended up being her teacher.

As (Y/N) got older, her magic grew stronger as well and even though she knew her father loved her, she could also see the way he looked at her sometimes; he looked at her like she was a stranger, a monster even.

Life in the palace was always a bit boring. The princess didn’t have many friends and most of the time would end up feeling lonely. But that all changed once Merlin decided to get a new apprentice.

They hit it off right away. (Y/N) was excited to have someone around her age close to her and the boy was happy to be surrounded by so many talented people.

But of course, he was a bit nervous about being so close to the princess at first, and he didn’t really understand why she was around so much until he saw her do magic. He was mesmerized and extremely surprised, to say the least.

‘’I didn’t know you could do that,’’ he said once the girl was done with her spell.

‘’What do you mean?’’ The girl asked.

‘’Well, you’re the princess and everyone in the kingdom knows that but it’s not known that you can do magic,’’ he explained.

‘’Oh,’’ she murmured, a bit sad but not surprised. ‘’Well, my father doesn’t really like magic so I guess he’s always been a bit disappointed at my love for it.’’

‘’Come on, why don’t we take a walk around the castle?’’ He offered, trying to cheer her up.

Their friendship grew stronger with every passing day, and it didn’t take long for the young boy to start developing feelings for the sweet princess. She was a really powerful witch but she still had her feet on the ground and remained kind as always; he loved that about her. He also loved her smile and the way she made him feel when they were together.

(Y/N) could tell that there was something going on with her friend; she noticed how nervous he got when she was around, the way he stuttered and blushed. She thought that it was very cute, and it didn’t take her long to realize why he’d been acting like that. But she was still afraid of being wrong, so even though she also had feelings for the boy, she remained silent.

They were oblivious about the way they felt about each other, but everyone else wasn’t. They pretty much acted like a couple already to the eyes of strangers, and also to the eyes of the king.

The relationship between Arthur and his daughter had never been worse. The more she practiced her magic, the more they grew apart. They’d barely talk to each other. (Y/N) hated this, she wanted to be close to her father, but she knew that it would be useless to try to work things out; her father disapproved of anything she did or said. She was supposed to learn how to be a proper princess and future queen, and soon it would be time for her to get married. So of course, her closeness to Merlin’s apprentice was alarming to Arthur, and he decided to confront her at dinner one night.

‘’So, tell me about this apprentice boy,’’ he said to her. He’d requested to have dinner alone with her, and they were seated face to face with each other.

‘’His name is Hisirdoux,’’ she mentioned. ‘’And is this what you wanted to talk about? My friend?’’

‘’Well, he’s not just your friend, right? Rumors travel fast inside the castle, my dear.’’

‘’We’re just friends,’’ she mumbled loud enough for the king to hear.

‘’You sound almost disappointed at those words,’’ he pointed out. He made a pause to drink some of his wine and then he looked at his daughter. ‘’I don’t like him.’’

‘’Here we go…,’’ she sighed and sank in her seat, not wanting to hear what her dad was about to say.

‘’He’s a wizard apprentice, (Y/N). Could you imagine what people would say if you even thought about being with him?’’

‘’What does it matter what people think? I can do magic, too, father. I know you’ve been hiding it from the rest of the kingdom, hiding me. I’m tired of being a secret, of not being myself.’’

‘’For the sake of the kingdom, you should get married to an appropriate suitor.’’

‘’For the sake of the kingdom? Why don’t you just admit that you can’t accept the fact that I’m a witch, father? Are you really that ashamed of me? Or are you actually afraid?’’ The princess said in a defying tone.

‘’Young lady-.’’

‘’No, you’re not gonna do this anymore,’’ she interrupted him. ‘’Why can’t you just accept me? It’s like you don’t even want me to be happy. Magic makes me happy, Douxie makes me happy and I’m tired of you trying to control me just because you can’t accept people who are different!’’ (Y/N) got up from her seat and started walking away.

‘’Where do you think you’re going?’’ Yelled her father.

She stopped walking for a second to turn around and look at him. ‘’Away from you,’’ she answered. What he didn’t know was that she really meant it; she would go as far away as possible.

…

Once she got to her room, she started packing some of her stuff, and when she was done she decided to write a letter. She knew she would go and say goodbye to Douxie, but she wanted him to know some things that she wouldn’t be able to say out loud.

A couple of minutes later, she was ready to go, to leave that place for good. It was late at night but she knew her friend would still be awake, so she decided to head over to his room. Just as she was about to walk out of her room for the last time, she heard some guards approaching. The princess cursed to herself but quickly remembered that there was another way for her to leave without being noticed, Douxie’s room and hers were connected by some secret tunnels they’d made with magic a while back, tunnels that extended throughout the entire castle.

Once she reached the boy’s door, she started knocking like crazy. Douxie opened the door almost immediately and even though he was happy to see her, he could tell that there was something wrong.

‘’(Y/N), what’s wrong?’’

‘’I’m afraid we don’t have time for that, Douxie. I don’t really know how to say this but I wanted to tell you that I’m leaving,’’ she said.

‘’What? Where?’’

‘’I don’t know, to be honest. Somewhere my father won’t find me, somewhere I can be free.’’

He was shocked, to say the least. Deep down, he knew she wasn’t happy with her life in the castle, but this news still surprised him. ‘’I’m going with you,’’ he said and started looking for some stuff to pack. She grabbed him by his shoulders and stopped him.

‘’No, Douxie. I can’t let you do that, okay? You still have a lot to learn from Merlin, I know you have potential and I just can’t take this opportunity for you.’’

‘’But I want to be with you, wherever you go.’’

‘’Trust me, there’s nothing I’d want more, but we can’t,’’ she paused to take a deep breath; she could already feel the tears forming in her eyes. ‘’I wrote you a letter, there are some things I’d like you to know.’’ She grabbed the piece of paper and handed it to him.

‘’(Y/N), please…’’ He begged, he didn’t even know what he was begging for, he just knew that the situation they were in was extremely unfair.

‘’I know my father will be here any minute with his guards, you have to pretend like you haven’t seen me, okay?’’ Her tears were already falling down her cheeks, and so were his. She grabbed the boy’s hands and looked him in the eye. ‘’Promise me you’ll do that, Douxie. You have to act like you have no idea about me suddenly disappearing, yeah?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ he nodded. ‘’I promise, (Y/N).’’

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist, holding on to each other as if their lives depended on it. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together.

‘’Thank you for everything, Douxie. I’ll miss you so much.’’

‘’I’ll miss you, too, (Y/N).’’ They finally pulled away and she walked over to his door, hoping no one would see her. She opened it a little and when she saw that no one was around, she knew it was time to leave. The girl looked back to Douxie one last time and smiled at him. When she was about to leave, she heard the boy speak. ‘’I will find you, (Y/N). I won’t stop until I do, I promise.’’

‘’I can only hope you will,’’ she said before walking away.

…

(Y/N) was right, it didn’t take long for the king and his guards to get to his room. They were looking for the princess, but she was nowhere to be found, and Douxie was just as oblivious to the situation as everyone else.

After the guards made sure she wasn’t hidden in his room, they left. As soon as the door was closed, the boy fell to the floor. He brought his knees to his chest and started crying; he just couldn’t believe what had happened. He couldn’t believe his favorite person was gone.

He knew she was a witch, a powerful one, which meant she’d be able to live for a long time, just like him, but the world was a huge place and deep down he knew there was the possibility of never seeing her again.

Douxie tried to calm himself down, took some deep breaths, and ran his hands through his hair. Then, he remembered the letter, the last piece of her that he had.

He grabbed it and quickly opened it. First, he admired her handwriting, beautiful as always and then he started reading.

Dear Douxie,

If you’re reading this, it means that I’ve finally left. Deep down I think we all knew the palace wasn’t my place, I just never belonged inside these walls, but that doesn’t erase how much it hurts me to leave you.

You changed my life, Douxie, turned all the black and white into full colour, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that. You’re so important to me, I don’t think you understand how much you matter to me. You were my first real friend, you taught me what it meant to fully trust someone with your entire heart… and I guess you also taught me what love is. It’d be useless to try and hide it any longer, it’s been a while since there was something more than just a friendship between us. I wish I’d been brave enough to tell you sooner, to do something about it, but I didn’t. All I can say right now is that I love you, that I’m in love with you and that I’ll do anything I can to go back to you; I mean it, Douxie, I won’t stop until we’re together again because I know in my heart that these feelings will never go away, you mean the world to me.

Thank you for always being there when I needed you.

(Y/N).

Douxie didn’t know when he’d started crying, but he couldn’t stop. He covered his mouth with his hand to silence a sob, and then he wiped some tears off his face.

‘’I love you, too, (Y/N), and I’ll find you, no matter what,’’ he mumbled, making a promise to her once again, and also to himself.

...

900 years later

(Y/N) was just walking around the streets of Arcadia, minding her own business when suddenly she bumped into someone.

‘’Oh, I’m so sorry, I should’ve been more careful,’’ she said, apologizing to the person in front of her.

She barely even paid attention to the whole situation and was ready to keep walking, but she stopped in her tracks when she heard a voice. The same voice she’d dreamt about hearing again, the same voice she’d missed ever since that day in the castle. He only said her name, but that was enough for her heart to start racing.

(Y/N) turned around and their eyes locked, time seemed to have stopped. She barely had any time to properly react before his arms were wrapped around her body, and instinctively her arms did the same thing.

‘’Please tell me this is not a dream,’’ he said once they pulled apart.

‘’Douxie,’’ she mumbled, still unable to believe that it was really him. He let out a sigh when he heard her; he missed hearing her say his nickname, the one she’d given to him, the one he ended up using all the time because it reminded him of her.

‘’It’s me, (Y/N), I’m here. I said I would find you, that’s what kept me going for so long.’’ He said, truly speaking from the heart.

‘’I started losing hope a long time ago, to be honest,’’ she said. She wanted to hug him again, to tell him how much she’d missed him and how she was still head over heels for him, but she couldn’t. The past had changed her, she had to change in order to survive and she’d learned to be afraid of trusting people, even the ones she loved the most.

‘’What are you even doing here, though?’’

‘’I honestly don’t know, I just kind of ended up here I guess.’’

There was a pause between them. It all happened so fast, just a few minutes ago the hope of seeing each other again was nonexistent.

‘’I missed you so much, (Y/N). There’s so much I want to talk about and so much I want to hear from you. I-I can’t believe it’s really you.’’ She smiled at him, not really knowing what to answer. ‘’I still have your letter, there hasn’t been a day in which I didn’t think about it and what you said in it.’’

(Y/N) opened her eyes. She thought about that later almost every day, also remembering her words, her confession.

Douxie noticed that there was something wrong, it was evident in her silence, in how tense she seemed. He tried to grab her hand but she refused, taking a small step backward.

‘’Hey, what’s wrong?’’ He didn’t get an answer, just a scared and worried look in response. ‘’Look, do you think you could meet me after work tonight? I’d like to catch up with you and talk about everything, I guess.’’

‘’I- uh, I don’t know, I-.’’

‘’Please, (Y/N). I think we owe it to each other.’’

She took a deep breath and made eye contact with him for a split second. ‘’Okay, tell me where do you work.’’

…

Douxie’s shift was about to end. He was nervous, he couldn’t wait to see her again. When they saw each other earlier, he noticed she was acting a bit weird. Of course, he hadn’t seen her for nine centuries, but that wasn’t the (Y/N) he remembered. She was different, distant and cold. Deep down, he even thought if maybe he’d already lost her, nine hundred years was a long time after all.

He was closing the restaurant when he saw the girl approaching him.

‘’Hey,’’ she said once they were face to face.

‘’Hi, I’m glad you came.’’ There was a small silence between them. (Y/N) started playing with her fingers, trying to calm herself down. ‘’Listen, I know it’s late but would you like to walk around while we talk?’’

‘’Of course, yeah.’’ They immediately started walking.

‘’I have so much I want to say, but first I wanna hear about you, (Y/N). What have you been up to?’’

‘’Well, trying to put these last nine centuries into words would be a bit difficult. I haven’t been doing much, really, just trying to hide my magic from everyone, seems like I’ll always have to.’’ She mumbled the last part, but he could still hear her. It was evident she was talking about her father, who she hadn't seen since that night in the castle. ‘’What about you?’’

‘’Pretty much the same thing, I guess. I don’t usually stay that much in the same place, though. You know, always looking the same could raise suspicion.’’

‘’Yeah, tell me about it. After a while some people just start spying on you because they know there's something going on, or at least that happened to me.’’

They reached a bench and decided to sit down. (Y/N) tried to keep a bit of distance between them, something that the boy noticed, and he tried to hide his sad expression at the girls' action. They stayed quiet for a bit, the girl admired the stars while also allowing herself to enjoy the boy's company, even if deep down she knew she shouldn't have.

"I'm in love with you, too," said Douxie, breaking the silence and immediately creating a bit of tension in the air. "I still do, and I know I always will; my biggest regret is not telling you sooner, when we were together back in the castle." The girl opened her mouth to say something but Douxie didn't let her, he grabbed one of her hands and slowly caressed it before he kept talking. "Finding you is what kept me going for so long, I said it earlier, but it's true. This may seem like I'm trying to rush things but I think we've been apart for too long to keep waiting, (Y/N)."

He slowly grabbed her face and ran a finger along her cheek, pulling her closer to him, but she pulled away. "I can't, Douxie. I truly can't."

"What do you mean? Did you find someone else? Do you not love me anymore? It's okay if you don't, nine centuries is a long time-."

"I do still feel things for you, but these last years have been very hard, Douxie. I've learnt not to trust people, even those closest to me. Please, don't take this personally, it's not your fault."

He slowly nodded and then made eye contact with her. "I understand, I know how you're feeling, trust me. I also understand if you're not ready, and I would wait for you for a hundred lifetimes, my dear."

"I want to be ready, Douxie, I truly do. I want to be with you, it's what I've wanted ever since we'd walk around the castle, running away from Merlin or my father." She paused for a bit, taking a deep breath; it's like she was at war with herself, she'd been for a long time, but she was tired of fighting, of hiding, she wanted to let her walls down. "Maybe we could take things slowly," she said. They looked at each other and he caressed her cheek once again.

"Of course, my love, anything you need."

She leaned on his hand and closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth after so many years. "Would you kiss me?" she asked.

He simply grabbed her face and slowly pulled her closer to him, and finally their lips touched.

"I love you so much, (Y/N)," he whispered once they pulled away.

"I love you, too, Douxie."

They sat side by side and the girl rested her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her. They didn't say anything, they didn't have to, they both knew what they were feeling at that moment. They were finally complete, and it was like every single bad thing they had to go through was worth it, because it had led them to that moment, to their encounter.

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[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter six Young Atlas (6/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Jim almost gets killed again. Y/n tries to find a piece of the puzzle of her past. Douxie embarrasses himself in front of Y/n.

Word count: 2451

Warnings: no today

(Season 1 Episodes 9 and 10 )

Song?: ceilings by Lizzy Mc Alphine

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The strings of Y/n’s guitar trembled under her fingers playing random sounds. The computer was long forgotten on the coffee table. She was supposed to look for a better job than the music store but her mind was in another place, unable to worry about her future. Now that she knows that the world is not what she thought, her whole attention was placed in learning what she can to help in this war and remembering what she lost not on a career, but how do you remember something that you didn’t know you forgot? How do you get back that piece of your mind when the only one who can help you can’t tell you anything?

Y/n wasn’t really angry at Alfred. She saw the nervousness in his yellow eyes when he realized the mistake he had made, that she didn’t know what he was talking about. If anything, she wasn’t angry, she was sad. All her life there has been an empty space in her heart and now she knows that it wasn’t her imagination or teenage angst like her guidance counselor had told couple years ago. She’d felt bad for Al. He had been such a great friend all these years and she couldn’t say the same for herself. What kind of friend leaves you behind?

She had spent the whole night trying to piece together some kind of line back to something but all she founded were broken pieces that didn’t fit anywhere: A big tree with tangled roots sticking out of the soil, a green bird and a warm ray of blue light that would bring tears to her eyes yet she didn’t know why.

“You seem distracted” Al interrupted.

Y/n sighed “I’m trying to…I don’t know what I’m trying to do…I’m just trying to figure out…you know” she lifted her hands but they quickly fell back to her guitar.

“Oh! I apologize. I shouldn't have said anything! I mean, I shouldn't have said anything but I was getting desperate! We have always been together and being away from you for so long made me so sad! So I came back and let my guard down! I shouldn’t have assumed you remembered…” The cat walked in circles.

Y/n chuckled “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh but seeing you talk is still really weird, especially while walking around in circles” She put her guitar down and tried to compose herself. She saw a smile on Al’s face, something she thought was physically impossible for a cat. “It’s cute and I’m sorry I’m being mean”

“No no no, you’re not” he jumped to her lap where the guitar used to be “the amnesia wasn’t your fault” Y/n petted the brown fur between his ears “I’m not sure whose it was but it’s not yours” he purred.

Y/n looked at Al lean into her with a soft smile. When she met him, as a child, she fell in love immediately. She used to blame destiny, on some random situations but she was wrong. Now, she knows it was all him. Al’s love had brought them together after all this time.

—

“Come on, Y/n! We are getting close!”

Y/n was running as fast as she could, she felt her feet barely touching the ground. The golden light of the sunrise filtered from between the thick trees illuminating their path.

“We are not going to make it” she screamed back to the boy running in front of her "Father is going to be mad” the realization made her smile fall.

Y/n looked back and saw the trees folding into themselves creating a dark tunnel, the only light in it were a pair of red eyes staring back at her, mocking her. A scream died in her throat. ‘Bular’ she thought.

Suddenly, her feet stumbled on a thick root making her fall to her knees. Bular’s laugh resonated through the woods.

“Y/n?” The boy looked back.

She stood there, immobile, her knees and hands glue to the grass.

“Y/n,” he repeated, running back to her “Are you alright?”

She looked up. The sunlight was hiding the boy's face but she knew who he was. She’ll recognise him everywhere.

“Yes” she lifted her hands from the ground, dusting the grass off them.

“Let me see” He grabbed her left wrist softly, like he was scared to cause more damage.

A hair strand fell from his bun. With her right hand, she pushed the hair behind his ear.

“I’m alright” she blushed.

“At least, let me fix your dress so we don’t get in more trouble” he blushed.

They stood up. Y/n revealing a hole in the grass stained skirt.

The boy conjured a blue light with his hands and stroked Y/n’s knees making the stain and the hole disappear.

“Thank you” She smiled. Her body was suffering from the lack of the warm light so she stuck her hand out and the boy took it filling the hole in her chest with his touch.

—

Y/n eyes opened, tears still wet on her cheeks. She was back in her living room with Al still asleep in her lap. She was dizzy. The dream playing in the distance of her head. Only remembering clearly the blue light’s warmth.

“I miss you” a sadness filled plea fell from her mouth.

“You said something?” Al stretched his back.

Y/n didn’t want to share her dream with Alfred. She didn’t want him to get excited again. She only had a strange dream that, probably, doesn’t have anything to do with the memories she wants back.

“No. I didn’t”

Her phone vibrated.

“Toby?” She yawned.

“Hi! Aaahm Jim is going to do something stupid. Need your help. Meet me outside TrollMarket” He sounded out of breath.

Y/n knew better by now than for ask for details.

—

“He what!?” Y/n screamed at the boy after he had told her about Jim’s idea of facing Bular alone thanks to the totem Draal had gifted him.

“No time for lectures now. We need to find him!” Toby grabbed her by the wrist and both started looking for Jim above ground while Aaarrrgghh and Blinky searched the sewers.

“Fine, but remind me to punch Draal after this”

Toby and Y/n felt like they looked through all Arcadia but they couldn’t find Jim.

“What are you doing?” Y/n saw Toby crouching down in the middle of the street.

“Shh” He lifted his hand up into the air “Oh no!” Screamed Toby.

“What?!” Y/n screamed back.

Toby ran to the middle of the road, luckily avoiding getting hit by cars passing by “Jim! Jim!” He screamed at the sewer top.

“Toby, come back!” Without hesitation, Y/n followed the redhead to the middle of the street while trying to stop the cars from hitting both of them.

“I can’t get it open!” Toby pulled the top in vain. It wasn’t budging “For the glory of Merlin!”

A truck passed really close to Toby, almost hitting him. Y/n cursed at the driver and kicked the back of the truck.

“This is dangerous, Toby!”

The boy finally opened the lid allowing the sun through protecting Jim from Bular.

“Jim!” Y/n saw his brother and crouched down stretching her hand down the sewer “Come on, Jim! Grab my hand!”

Jim jumped, missing his sister’s hand.

“I can’t reach it! The armor! It’s too heavy, Y/n!”

“Pathetic that you meet your end in a sewer, Young Atlas.” The darkness laughed.

The muscles in Y/n body flaked, almost making her fall. Young Atlas. There was only one person that called Jim that: Strickler. She felt disgusted as she remembered all the times she saw him with her mom and her brother.

Bular struck down his sword trying to strike Jim but the trollhunter was able to dodge it. The sword got stuck in the ground giving Jim an opening to escape.

“Jim, grab my hand. Now!” Y/n screamed.

His brother looked at her and looked back at Bular one last time

“I lost the Grit-Shaka” he stepped on the sword and took his armor off, a cloud of blue smoke surrounding him “but I can still be brave”

Bular lifted his sword giving Jim the impulse he needed to get to Y/n’s hand. With the help of Toby, they were able to get him out.

Jim kicked the lid closed. The three of them sat there in shock as Bular gave it a last punch. Once it finally closed, Toby and Jim let themselves fall on the pavement.

“Strickler is a changeling” Jim panted

“I never trusted him” Toby panted back

“Same” added Y/n.

“Also, you’ve been a real turd today” said Toby.

“And I smell like one, too” Jim sighed “ Thanks for saving my neck. I owe you one. Both of you”

“Yeah, great. Just don’t ever say “crispy” again”

“Deal”

Jim and Toby high fived.

“Crispy? Ugh” Y/n laughed

“Hey! Move it!” A woman in a SVU honked.

-

On the walk home, Y/n couldn’t stop thinking about the amulet and the blue smoke that seemed to linger from it. It looked like the same light that had been appearing in her dreams.

During the night, while Jim slept, Y/n went into his room. She slowly opened the door, the creaking almost giving her away, but Jim was completely passed out after the day he had. He was face down on top of his pillow that was muffling his snoring. Seeing Jim so relaxed made Y/n smile.

The amulet laid in the desk next to Jim’s books, giving Y/n an excuse if he wakes up. The amulet was shining, like it was calling for her. She took the amulet and ran to the bathroom to inspect it under the light.

She sat on the toilet and stared at it. The amulet was heavier than she thought, it was a perfect metaphor for the burden it carries. With her finger, she stroked the writing, Jim told her that the letter would change from trollish to english.

“Nothing, uh?” she said to herself.

A small part of her hoped that when she grabbed the amulet something would happen. A memory would pop up or at least she would feel the warmth the light had given her in her dream, but nothing happened.

“So stupid” she chuckled, pinching her nose.

It was a small chance but she still felt disappointed.

Then, she felt a shift in her hand where the amulet was. A small flash of light and the letters changed, it wasn’t english, she wasn’t sure what language it was, just that it looked, just like everything these days, familiar.

“For the glory of Merlin daylight is mine to command” resonated in her head, but what was wrenching her soul wasn’t the familiar handwriting nor the call but the writing of the name.

“Merlin” she said out loud, stroking the word in the amulet.

Like it was answering her, a green light washed her hand and traveled through her arm finally dying in her chest.

A small sob erupted from her chest, she took her right hand to her mouth to quiet it in vain, it already escaped like the tears that seemed to have flooded her face.

Maybe the amulet held the key to recovering her memories. Maybe Merlin himself held the key. It didn’t seem crazy, after everything that had happened, nothing was.

—

Y/n sang to herself some old lullaby that lived in her brain but doesn’t remember when she learned, her foot kicking the floor to the rhythm as she restocked some records in the corner of the store.

After last night, the quietness of the store brought her some comfort. Trolls, her brother almost dying and a box of memories impossible to open were pushed back by the smell of wood, wax and the warm light of the sun hitting her jeans.

The bell on the door rang announcing a new visitor but Y/n willingly ignored it so she wouldn’t lose the music in her head. If the person needed her help they would ask for it.

Someone cleared their throat behind her. She put down the record in her hands and with her customer service smile on she turned around but quickly morphed into a real one after seeing who it was.

“Hey, Douxie”

“Hi, Y/n” He laughed, shaking awake the butterflies on Y/n stomach “I been trying catching your attention for awhile”

“Ugh?!” Embarrassment started to bleed through her pores.

Douxie chuckled. It wasn’t a mocking laugh, or at least, it felt like one to Y/n.

“I knocked on the glass,” he pointed to the window. Between two large posters you could see the not so busy street and probably could see her from outside “I also said hi a couple times. You were really distracted”

“Oh, sorry” she gave half a smile.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it…like…oh fuzzbuckets” he scratched his head looking down to the ground “You looked so concentrated with your nose scrunched…and you looked…”

Y/n could see Douxie’s guilt from Dr. Muelas' office. His hands moved faster than he was talking, if that was possible.

“Doux, it’s okay” she chuckled “I’m not mad”

“…cute when you do that” Douxie’s hands didn’t get to his mouth on time. Both of them heard it.

Their faces started a competition of who could get redder.

“Can we start over?” The boy said with his hands still on his mouth.

Y/n started laughing. That familiar warm feeling hugging her again. A warmth only Douxie seemed to have. Other people had called pretty in her lifetime but no one made her feel like it felt when Douxie did it.

“Yeah, totally” a rush of boldness ran through her veins “but you can’t take back what you said”

Douxie smiled, cheeks red as tomato.

“You know? It’s cute seeing you blush like that when everyone thinks you’re a lady’s man” Y/n returned her sights to the records but from the side she could see Douxie’s cheeks getting even redder.

“You really like embarrassing people, huh?“ He smiled.

“Just you” she smiled.

“Well, since there is no way of recovering from that embarrassing moment. I should go all in. Would you like to go out for coffee after your shift?” Douxie tried to look confident but Y/n saw his feet shifting.

She smiled.

“To show you that I’m not that cringey, of course” He added.

“Of course” She parrot “I would really like that”

A/n: i don’t really usually go for the tiktoks songs but this chapter made realize that i don’t know many love songs 🧍‍♀️ sooo if you can send recommendations 🤲

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

[witchy-jadda]

rott spoilers ahead

so i’ve given myself some time to think about everything and try to process it all and here are some of my thoughts on trollhunters: rise of the titans...

- straight off the bat, i loved the intro. opening with blinky telling the story of what happened up until this point was incredible. i would have loved if they had circled back to this though (i saw someone else say it should have been him telling the story to jim and claire’s kids and i loved that idea!)

- i also liked that they didn’t waste time at the start, instead they just jumped right into the action which was fun.

- honestly, i thought jim’s plotline throughout the movie where he basically thought he was useless without the amulet was just really not fun to watch. i understand why it was there and it played into the climax but i really did not find it one bit necessary seeing as i felt that we have grown beyond that. i felt it was overused. we’ve been there before and jim is aware that he’s the trollhunter, amulet or not.

- douxie being so soft with nari was genuinely one of the most heartwarming parts of the movie. i feel that we were really robbed of so much potential with douxie in this movie though. we didn’t see nearly enough of him. it seemed that the writers were picking and choosing when to remember how powerful he is. switching with nari and connecting to her are two examples of when they actually used his power, but aside from that they just disregarded it a lot.

- and speaking of forgetting how powerful people are... i’m genuinely so hurt and let down over what they did to claire. do they not realise how powerful she is? did they just forget about her character arc? it sure felt like it. she got to use her powers a few times (connecting to nari, portalling the titan, etc) but mostly it felt like she was saying she was spent and therefore unable to do anything. she is so strong and so powerful, and that’s just so empowering - especially for young girls. and then it kinda felt to me that rott was reducing her to basically nothing more than jim’s love interest.

- okay another quick note, it kinda felt to me that krel’s potential was also pretty wasted? he barely did anything and i just think he deserved more too.

- ew okay i don’t even want to think about it but i know i can’t discuss rott without talking about the mpreg thing. seriously, what the fuck was that? at first, i thought it was going to be a joke. i thought aja and krel were gonna wind steve up and see how far they could go with making him think he was pregnant just for a little bit of comic relief. but then he was actually pregnant. and so i laughed, because even though it was dumb it was kind of funny. weird and unexpected, but kind of funny. but by the time the movie was over it just didn’t sit right with me. looking past the fact that it was just more of them making steve’s character into a joke, i couldn’t see the logic in giving so much time to that subplot when other characters (claire, douxie) and other relationships (claire and douxie’s friendship) were sidelined. maybe if he had gotten a whole season the mpreg thing could have been included as comic relief or whatever, but with such limited time i really don’t see the point of wasting so much time on something so pointless. 

- speaking of steve, i need to talk about creepslayerz... they really deserved more :( like i get that eli literally helped steve through child birth and then named one after him which was lowkey adorable but i loved their friendship so much and i was really hoping to see more of them. i was kind of hoping they’d get to do more as well. look i gave up on hopes of a romance long ago (even though i still really wished it would happen) but i hoped that at least we’d see some more of their friendship.

* by this point my brain has decided to forget absolutely every point i wanted to make... cue the brain fog (we don’t like her) and allow me to take a moment to read back and try to find my point again *

- i don’t think i can stress enough how much i loved the visuals in this movie. holy fucking shit it was just phenomenal. like wow. the art was absolutely fantastic and i’m really hoping for another the art of... book because i love the art of trollhunters and i feel that they could do with updating it to include the newer stuff. but yep, the animation quality was incredible and i don’t have a bad thing to say about it because just wow.

- speaking of art... a moment of appreciation for character designs. just wow wow wow. we love to see such intricately designed villains. we love to see growth in our other much loved characters. and the locations too? fantastic. beautiful. amazing. loved it.

- another moment of appreciation for jim. the hair. the scars. the injuries. the winter jacket. the fact that he looked a little older.... loved it. loved it, loved it, loved it. i cannot wait to spend hours pouring over reference pictures to draw them all.

- and claire... her armor being weathered and worn. her eyes!! her hair looked great as always. i just love her...

- nari nari nari... my goodness, her magic is so beautiful. i wish we got to see more.

- also, the jlaire moments were very cute. their kisses? so soft. they literally love each other so much. i adore them.

- what happened to the babies from the darklands btw? is not enrique just chilling in the lake’s house with a ton of babies? 

- barbara deserved better. i would have liked to see her and strickler happy.

- on that note, why the actual fuck did they think a few explosives would win against magic?? literal ancient magic and these dumbasses were like huh i guess we should blow it up. i’m sorry, what?? y’all are stupid.

* currently trying to think of every possible point that isn’t to do with the ending because i really don’t want to think about that yet *

- the whole thing with archie and charlemagne felt super unnecessary. like usually characters sacrifice themselves and it’s like sad and you can see the reasoning and stuff. but they literally could have gotten out. i really did not vibe with that. it felt like they just did that to leave douxie with no one.

- that trollmarket was beautiful though.

- speaking of trollmarket... they really restored the heartstone just like that? are you joking? i was not impressed at all. the heartstone was dead and gone, could not be destroyed. did they just forget that? half the shit in wizards wouldn’t have happened if the heartstone could have been restored. very pissed off by that. it was dead, that was it.

- okay back to jim... love that he pulled the sword from the stone. it was cute that it was a group effort, kinda would have preferred if it was just him but that’s just a me thing. and maybe me and my daylight tattoo are biased here, but excalibur is not half as pretty as daylight.

- not gonna lie, jim yelling come on trollhunters! kinda got me. i was very emotional watching this.

- i think the most in character jim moment of the whole movie was when he dropped excalibur, he didn’t have his armor, he was all alone and he decided to make a fist and fight the wizard/god with literally no weapon or means of defence. i don’t think y’all understand how much i love this dumb self sacrificing selfless boy. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, he is literally one of my most favourite characters of all time. i love him with all my heart.

- the armor!! wow wow wow. that was a fucking cool scene. beautiful.

- jim getting stabbed or whatever with that fucking spear thing nearly killed me.

- okay here goes... toby. my sweet toby. jim and toby’s friendship is one of my absolute favourites ever. my goodness. and toby getting in the van and going to save jim was incredible and such a toby thing to do. of course he would think of doing that.

- but like seriously... claire and douxie are so fucking powerful and they were both just like lol i guess we can’t do anything to help jim? i’m sorry what?? don’t tell me that claire wouldn’t go full on black and purple eyes and get herself up their to him. i just... i’m so bothered by the fact that they were sidelined y’all :|

- also, do not seriously try to tell me that aaarrrgghh!!! would let toby go on his own. he would have went with him. he would have followed him.

- literally as jim was falling the first thing that went through my mind was oh aaarrrgghh!!! is gonna run up and catch him.

- and while we’re on the topic of aaarrrgghh!!! why tf did they have such a build up that something was going to happen to either him or blinky for literally no reason? wtf

- aaarrrgghh!!! would not have let toby go alone!!! if he had been there, he would have protected toby, he would have saved him and none of that mess of an ending would have happened.

* ugh here’s the bit i was dreading... the ending *

- first off, i am choosing to ignore it.

- time stone? really? we’re... we’re gonna do this? literally one of the most original things i have ever watched is now - at the literal last possible minute - rip off another movie?? really?? whyyyy???

- i literally cannot express how much i hated it. it was so fucking unnecessary.

- he didn’t need to go back that far!!!

- i’m actually trying to block this out but i suppose i have to at least touch on it. jim would never ever put that burden on to toby. he just wouldn’t. before even looking at all of the other issues with toby getting the amulet, i need to say that. it just wouldn’t happen. he struggled so much with being the trollhunter, he wouldn’t put that on toby. 

- also toby literally never wanted to be the trollhunter?? he never wanted the amulet? he wanted to be a duke and have his war hammer and go on adventures with his best friend and his wingman and eat mexican food.

- okay so um i guess they all just forgot about unbecoming? cool cool cool.

- seriously though, was it not established many times that jim literally had to be trollhunter? and if he wasn’t it would be draal and everything would go to shit? did they just forget about that??

- having jim just decide to give toby the amulet literally takes away from the entire meaning behind jim getting the amulet and becoming the trollhunter. the amulet chose jim. merlin chose him. out of all of the creatures in the world, it had to be jim. he can’t just give that to toby!!

- and as much as i love toby, he would not last a day as trollhunter.

- and that’s not even beginning to mention all that jim erased by not becoming trollhunter. no father son relationship between him and blinky. they didn’t stop steve from picking on eli so no steve redemption and no creepslayerz. is he just going to allow enrique to be taken? toby will not have the same incentive to go into the darklands to save him if that’s the case. strickler will not show any sort of sentiment towards toby either. and then the big one...

- IS THAT FUCKER REALLY GOING TO ALLOW CLAIRE TO NOT GET HER POWERS??? WHAT???

- if jim isn’t trollhunter and the whole thing with enrique doesn’t happen then claire will never get her shadowstaff. let’s be real, strickler probably wouldn’t even need angor rot with toby as trollhunter. somehow i can’t see him making it that far...

- if claire doesn’t have her shadow staff then the whole thing with morgana won’t happen. she won’t destroy the shadow staff and then she will never develop her powers. would jim really rob her of that?

- okay i can’t do anymore, it’s too much for me now...

- i touched on this already in a separate post but i gotta say it again... i did not enjoy the destiny is a gift bit at the end. first of all, jim having toby find the amulet literally takes the meaning of that speech and his destiny away instanty. and second, i just could not stand hearing emile hirsch say the words that belonged to anton yelchin. it was just uncomfortable.

aaand i think i’m done. maybe i’ll have more later but i have a headache now from all of this.

#rott #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #rott spoilers #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #toby domzalski #blinky #aaarrrgh #wizards #toa #douxie #rise of the titans #trollhunters spoilers #trollhunters rise of the titans

[earth-ambassador-jim]

More troll adopting humans and Vice versa

A Helping Hand

AO3 - Fanfiction

How about a wizard adopting a changeling?

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What had been shaping up to be a rather boring day at the market takes a turn when a young boy darts behind Douxie’s herb cart. Douxie, who had almost been asleep, blinks uncomprehendingly as the boy stares up at him with pleading eyes.

“Don’t tell them I’m here,” He whispers.

The young wizard doesn’t get a chance to say anything because at that exact moment a group of city guards rounds the corner. They are brandishing spears and breathing hard as if they’d been running for a while.

“You there!” One of them barks at Douxie. “Have you seen a boy run by? Brown hair, green tunic?”

At his feet the boy presses up against the cart. He’s shaking now. Douxie makes a snap decision. He doesn’t know what the boy has or hasn’t done but he’s not about to hand a child over to a group of armed men without knowing why.

“I haven’t,” Douxie says leaning casually against his cart.

The man lets out a disappointed huff and then turns to his men.

“Split up. We can’t let him get away.”

He turns back to Douxie.

“If you see him, tell us. He’ll be sporting a burn mark on his cheek. You can try to catch him yourself if your feel up to it -there’s a reward- but be careful because he’s very dangerous.”

Douxie resists the urge to look down to see if his stow-away has a burn.

“Sure,” He says. “But what’s a kid done to warrant that if you don’t mind my asking?”

“He’s a changeling,” The guard growls. “No one suspected him until he got kicked by a horse this morning. The iron shoe revealed him for the demon he really is. The guard who was close by tried to grab him, but the little monster bit him. We’ve been chasing him all morning.”

“A changeling here huh?” Douxie says. “Crazy.”

The guard grunts in agreement and then heads off down the road, leaving Douxie to ponder his best course of action. He glances down at the boy. Sure enough, there’s a burn mark on his cheek. He looks to be about five or six.

Douxie comes to a decision.

“I was just fixing to head out for the day,” He tells the boy. “Why don’t you hide in my cart and I’ll get you out of this place?”

The boy stills.

“You… you’re helping me?” Then his eyes narrow. “No. You’re going to hand me over aren’t you? You want the reward.”

Douxie huffed.

“Kid. If I was going to hand you over, I would have already done so. You can take my offer or leave it but do you really want to run around out in the open?”

The boy hesitates, watching him warily for a moment. There’s a shout in the distance and he flinches. He climbs quickly into the cart and covers himself up with the canvas.

Douxie packs up his herbs and then they’re on their way. He takes the south gate out of town because the guard there is always lazy and doesn’t check carts very thoroughly. He makes it through with no hassle.

Once he’s about a mile away from the forest he turns off the main road into the forest. His passenger notices the change in terrane and his head pokes out.

“Where are we going?” He demands, trying to quickly get out of the canvas but getting tangled up in his haste.

“To my camp,” Douxie says.

He slows down and then stops as the boy keeps struggling.

“Need a hand?”

The boy flinches when Douxie reaches out to him, so he withdraws.

“I just want to help you,” He tells him. “You don’t have a place to go, right?”

“No,” He admits. “But what’s in it for you?”

“Nothing really,” Douxie says with a shrug. “But…”

He hesitates. His own secret is almost as dangerous as the boy’s.

He looks into the fearful green eyes and then thinks: What the heck?

He holds out his hand and lets some of his magic gather around it. The changeling’s eyes widen as they follow the wisps of blue light.

“I’m a wizard,” He says. “Let’s just say I know a thing or two about getting chased out of towns by an angry mob.”

The changeling doesn’t quite loose his wariness.

“Do you need something from a changeling to make a potion?” He asks, finally getting himself untangled. “I heard that wizards sometimes use changeling bones for stuff.”

Douxie groans and drags his hand down his face.

“For the last time, I just want to help you out,” He says with a sigh. “Look if you find out I’m lying feel free to steal all my gold or whatever and run off into the forest.”

The changeling considers that and then settles back down in the cart.

In about ten minutes they reach the cave where Douxie has been staying. Once he’s out of the sun, the changeling side-eyes Douxie and then transforms into his troll form in a flash. He’s a little green thing, with big brown wings that look much too large for him.

“A changeling,” A voice says from the back of the cave. The kid’s wings flare out in alarm. “Really Douxie?”

Archie, in dragon form, emerges from the shadows.

“The town guard was chasing him around in a mob, okay. If they’d caught him they’d try to torture the location of his familiar out of him and you know as well as I do just how pointless that is.”

“Perhaps,” Archie says. He looks like he’s going to say more but Douxie shoots him a pointed look.

“Fine,” The familiar huffs. “I’ve caught dinner. I imagine you’ll want to cook it.”

“Definitely,” Douxie says going to a corner of the cave to get the wood.

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“So what’s your name?” Douxie asks his guest over dinner.

The changeling stiffens at being addressed.

“Waltolomew Stricklander,” He says.

Douxie blinks.

“And I thought my name was a mouthful,” He says. “Mind if I call you ‘Walt’?”

The changeling slowly nods.

“Excellent. I am Hisirdoux Casperan, but you may call me Douxie and this is my familiar Archie.”

“Nice to meet you,” Walt says in an automatic sort of way.

“Likewise.”

Looking at his clothes, Douxie figures that he probably belonged to a good house before he got outed as a changeling.

“So Walt,” Douxie says, figuring he ought to try to get to know the kid a little better. “What do you like to do?”

Walt slowly finishes chewing the bite he’d taken out of the rabbit leg.

“I like reading,” He says slowly. “My… familiar’s father was teaching me how to play chess.”

That confirms Douxie’s theory that he had been planted in a well to do house. It’s definitely best for the kid if he gets far away from here. More money generally means more people will be hunting for the runaway.

“Nice,” Douxie says. “I’ll have to see if I can make us some chess pieces then.”

Walt blinks at that.

“Why?”

“Why what?” Douxie asks, absently stroking Archie who has settled across his lap.

“Why would you make chess pieces? I’m not going to be around that long.”

Ah… That’s what this is about.

“Are you leaving?” He asks.

The changeling shrugs.

“Well, if you decide you want to have some company for a while. You’re welcome to stick around,” Douxie says. “It’s always just me and Archie.”

Archie gives him a look which he chooses to ignore.

Walter’s wings are just slightly wrapped around him. He’s still keeping the fire between them.

“Think about it and let me know in the morning,” Douxie says with a shrug. “I’m going to be moving on tomorrow.”

Walter nods.

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Douxie wakes up at some point during the night to Archie poking at him. He shoots a blank glare into the dark but gets up anyway. The fires still glowing so Douxie heads over to it, dragging his cloak with him.

He pauses when he spots a small form curled up in the corner. It looks like Walt is finally asleep. Douxie hesitates a moment and then walks over to him. The changeling looks so small curled into a ball with his wings wrapped around him. Douxie wonders how old he actually is. Changelings are always older than they look, in part simply because of the rate trolls age at, but this one seems young. He could just be a good actor of course.

Douxie wraps his cloak around the small figure and returns to where Archie is waiting by the fire.

“So why are you trying to convince a changeling to travel with us?” The dragon-cat asks irritably. ‘Do you want us to get sold out to his comrades at the next town we get to?”

Douxie huffs.

“Look Arch,” He says. “I couldn’t just leave him there. They were going to kill him!”

“Rescuing is one thing, but you didn’t need to bring him here, let alone ask him to start traveling with us. What are you thinking?”

Douxie sighs and stares into the fire.

“He reminds me of myself. Okay?”

Archie blinks and then cocks his head.

“I…” Douxie starts awkwardly. “Back when my magic first manifested my town… my family… they didn’t take it well. I told you about that.”

Archie nods but doesn’t say anything waiting for him to continue.

“Seeing Walt today, on the run for something he ultimately didn’t get a choice in reminded me of that.”

Douxie shivers. He remembers the cries of “witch!” The fear in the eyes of the people he’d grown up with. The hatred.

He doesn’t realize he’s scratching at his scars until Archie buts his head against his hand. He gives his familiar a grateful smile and starts stroking his head.

“I didn’t have anyone for a long time after that. Not until I met you,” He continues. “It… It was lonely and scary and… I guess when I saw Walt today.” There’s a lump in his throat. He remembers the changeling’s familiar scared eyes looking up at him. He swallows hard. “I thought that it would be nice if he didn’t have to go through that.”

They sit in silence for a while. The soft night noises filter into the cave and the fire flickers gently.

Archie sighs.

“Very well. If… Walt… wants to stay he can. I will support your decision.”

Douxie grins down at his familiar. He swipes quickly at his eyes and then pulls him into a hug.

“Thanks, Archie. You’re the best.”

His familiar’s quiet purrs belie his grumbling.

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When Douxie wakes up in the morning. There’s a second set of wings wrapped around him. He cracks open his eyes and finds that Walt has cuddled up to them during the night. The little changeling’s head is pressed up against his chest and his wings are wrapped around him and Archie. Douxie’s cloak is over the three of them.

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Author Notes:

Walt was listening in when Douxie and Archie were talking.

I'm trying to get caught up on my asks. This has been in my inbox for a while. Hope you find this Anon!

Some fun thoughts on this AU: ~Douxie kind of ends up being Walt's father figure in this. ~Walt doesn't usually call him "Dad" though unless he's feeling particularly emotional or being sarcastic. ~Due to their appearances Walt sometimes has had to pretend that he's Douxie's father, which is always weird for them. ~Walt ends up becoming Douxie's apprentice and learning magic. ~He isn't connected to the Janus Order because they think he got killed when he was exposed. He's fine with that. ~When he finds out about Jim being the Trollhunter he tells Douxie (who was out of town at the time.) ~Jim and Toby are very confused when they ask about how Douxie and Strickler are related and Strickler says that Douxie raised him. Their graying history teacher referring to what looks like a 19 year old as his father does not compute.

#Trollhunters #Tales of Arcadia #TOA Wizards #hisirdoux casperan #Douxie #Walter Strickler #Archie #TOA Archie #Changelings #spontaneous adoption #Douxie adopts Strickler AU #my posts #my writing #anon #anonymous #JormusAnswers #A bit of a self indulgent story honestly #but if I don't indulge myself who will? #There's a lot of potential for shenanigans in this au #Merlin is very confused when he gets back #Please tell me what you think if you like this #I crave human interaction

[arcadianmoonshadowjedi]

Let The Bells Ring (A Stricklake Wedding)

Good news everyone! I was finally able to motivate myself to finish this fanfic, which took me weeks due to work and weak motivation lol. Since I’ve been sick this week with not much to do, I was able to motivate myself to power through!

So this is a continuation of my Making Things Right fic, which is an alternate ROTT ending where the timeline is NOT reset and everyone lives and gets to attend the Stricklake wedding! This in general is how I imagine a Stricklake wedding going, regardless of the overall plot of ROTT. I got so much inspiration for this from throughout the fandom, including @bklily & @undeadchestnut <3 Enjoy!

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In the weeks to come, the people of Arcadia and perhaps, the whole world would continue to recover from what would’ve been a large-scale apocalypse. To celebrate the end of this war and help everyone with healing, Barbara and Strickler felt that they should get married as soon as possible. Barbara nearly lost Strickler in his attempt to save Jim and stop the ice titan, and she was never more determined to tie the knot and be with him for the rest of her life. It was thanks to her excellent medical skills that both him and Nomura were able to recover from their life-threatening injuries, even though his wings were permanently damaged from the blast.

The day of the wedding arrived on a bright spring as the flowers began to bloom in the trees across Arcadia. Everyone was busy and super pumped getting ready for the big day. Claire, along with Aja, Darci, and Mary were all getting ready in her room. With Papa Skull music playing, they did their hair, nails, and makeup while also fooling around quite a bit. Aja sat right in front of the mirror back in her human form after a very long time.

“I’ve never been to a human marriage party before!” She squealed in excitement as her girlfriends did her hair and makeup.

“We’re so glad you can be with us, Aj,” Darci responded wholeheartedly as she pulled Aja’s light blonde hair into a beautiful, flowery updo with some loose hairs falling to the side. Claire and Mary both focused on getting her makeup done and when they were finally done, Aja gazed into the mirror in awe. 

“Wow! I look.. I look soo..”

“Lively!” The girls cheerfully finished the sentence for her.

“Hey Claire Bear, Darc and I are gonna grab a few things from my car. You and Aja finish getting ready, ok?” Said Mary as she and Darci left the room. Claire helped Aja get into her hot pink strapless dress, and Aja couldn’t help but squeal in excitement and twirl around in her high-low skirt. Aja quickly enveloped Claire into a tight hug.

“Oh thank you so much Claire! This is amazing!”

Both girls chuckled and smiled at each other.

“Also,” Aja started. “It’s so nice to have another girl to fight side by side with, I don’t get to do that a lot. And your shadows of magic are so lively!”

“Thanks! And yeah same. Boys clubs can get pretty annoying, haha,” Claire joked. "We should definitely hang out more," Aja nodded in agreement and they both smiled warmly at each other. 

“We’re back!” Mary said as she and Darci finally came back with more accessories. After they all finished getting ready, Mary took out her phone and they all posed for a selfie.

“Aw C-Bomb! It’s so good to have you back! We missed you like crazy when you left Arcadia! You and Aja!” She squealed cheerfully, squeezing Claire into a tight hug. Darci joined in and grabbed Aja as well. “Yeah girl! Don’t ever leave us out of nowhere like that again,” Darci said with a frown as she hugged Claire tighter. Claire chuckled and took both of their hands. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. It would be nice to take a break once in a while, hopefully,” She assured her girlfriends and hugged them again.

Moments later, the girls rode in Mary's car to Jim's house. When Aja got out from the back seat, the front door suddenly flew open and Steve ran out to her.

"My royal, ninja-kicking angel is here!" He yelled. 

Without any hesitation, he swung Aja up from her feet and spun her around as she screamed joyously. He kissed her so passionately that Aja eventually started pushing him.

"Steve!" She chuckled. "My makeup! You're going to mess it up!" Steve laughed and then they both pressed their foreheads together and smiled lovingly as they held each other.

Jim stood at the front door watching and shaking his head while the remaining girls chuckled and let out some "awws" from the car. Claire eventually opened the door and walked out from the front seat, and Jim couldn't help but let out a "woah."

Claire stepped out in glimmering heels and wore a beautiful, midnight dress with a slit to the side. She smiled at Jim and her smoky eyeshadow made her beautiful, brown eyes glow even more. She walked up to him and he gently took her hands in his.

"You ready to be the greatest best man?" She asked. 

"Ready as I can get," Jim chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. Claire smiled, then cupped his cheeks in her hands and leaned forward to press her lips against his. When she finally pulled back, she carefully stroked his hair and tucked it behind his ear.

"Good luck, I know you got this," 

Jim smiled and put his hand on hers, letting out a sigh of relief. 

Toby and Aaarrrgghh walked out of the front door beside them and the three trollhunters smiled at one another. It's good they were all back together. And actually happy this time! Toby walked over to Jim and Claire for an affectionate group hug while Darci and Mary walked over.

"Toby!" Darci screamed as she ran over to hug her boyfriend. With a massive smile on his face, Toby hugged her back and held her tight.

"Oh TP! It's so good to have you back! I missed you so so much!" She started, her eyes tearing up. Toby on the other hand, after everything he went through, just wanted to revel in this moment

"It's good to be back, Darc," he responded softly. 

Darci smiled at him and was totally digging his wedding look. "Looking good in a tux, TP,"

Aaarrrgghh nodded in agreement. "Mmm, Fancy,"

Toby put his hands on his hips and smirked. "Oh, well, yeah I do gotta look awesome-sauce for Dr. L's wedding, am I right?"

The gang laughed and finally went inside the house. Everyone headed towards the backyard except for Jim, who waited by the stairs. Toby and Claire looked back at him and gave him a nod of good luck before walking out the door.

Later that evening, more guests arrived and filled the seats in the backyard and Strickler waited for his bride at the altar. Blinky stood behind the stand mic with a piece of heartstone in his hand. Nomura stood by where Barbara soon would be. After all the help she's gotten and the time they spent together, Nomura became so close to Barbara that she gladly accepted her request to be her maid of honor. They were surrounded by a magical, embellished flower arch made by none other than Nari. Bright lights twinkled all around the place and soft, mellow tunes filled the atmosphere, played by both Krel on his keyboard and Douxie on his guitar. They high-fived each other for successfully setting a romantic mood.

Jim stood inside his house and then suddenly, he heard click-clacking from the stairs. It was his mother, so beautiful in her lace white dress. He couldn't help but tear up at the sight of his mom finally being happy again. She made it down the stairs and wrapped Jim in a warm hug. 

"I love you so much, kiddo," Barbara told her son as her voice began to break. "I'm so proud of how far you've come and couldn't be any happier to be walked down the aisle by my beautiful boy,"

Jim held her even tighter as he chuckled lightly, tears falling down his cheeks. Barbara then looked at him lovingly as she wiped his tears. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, then put her arms in his as they began heading towards the back door.

The guests looked around as the beautiful bride made her way down the aisle. Strickler couldn't stop gazing and smiling at his soon-to-be wife as she walked towards him, returning his smile. Barbara finally stood looking towards him and Jim stood by Strickler's side as his best man. Blinky finally cleared his throat and approached the mic.

"Greetings everyone. We are gathered here today to join our dearly beloved Barbara Lake and Walter Strickler in holy matrimony. After everything that has transpired in Arcadia over the past few years, what a blessing it is for all of us to congregate here to cherish and celebrate this union. Despite all the trials and tribulations that have been faced by this lovely pair, well of course the unusual beginning they’ve had..." 

Strickler cleared his throat, interrupting Blinky’s speech. Jim couldn’t resist letting out a little chuckle. “Uh, Mr Blinky,” Barbara whispered. “We don’t need to go into all the details. What’s in the past can stay in the past. What’s most important is the here and now,”

“Right, right, right,” Blinky continued clumsily. “These two warriors have persevered through it all, the thick and the thin leading up to this very special moment. From this day forth, they will continue to strive and triumph together for the rest of their lives. Now may I have the rings?” 

The audience clapped while Blinky signaled for Archie to fly over and bring the cushion that bore the rings.

“Now both of you place your hands on this heartstone as you say your vows. Do you, Walter Strickler, take Barbara Lake to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Strickler took a deep breath, then smiled wholeheartedly and answered. “Yes, I do,” Followed by the clapping in the audience, Blinky turned to face Barbara.

“Do you, Barbara Lake, take Walter Strickler to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do” Barbara responded softly, with light tears in her eyes as she smiled brightly at her soon-to-be husband. They let go of the glowing heartstone, then took their rings and gently placed them on each of their left ring fingers. They finally held hands tightly in excitement and couldn’t take their eyes off of each other.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss,” 

Strickler pulled Barbara closer to him and they finally leaned in for a warm kiss. Loud cheers spread throughout the audience with some sniffles of joy. Jim stood by wiping tears off his cheeks. Finally! Nothing brought more happiness into his heart than to see his own mother finally again, just as she deserved. And never did he expect that someone he once resented would eventually become someone so dear to both him and his mother. 

Claire looked towards Douxie across the front row and they both nodded. Absorbing shadows from around her, she released a couple of black and purple shimmering doves into the sky and in turn, Douxie cast out beautiful blue sparkles to light up the scene even more. A round of oohs and aahs echoed was followed by a standing ovation.

A few moments later, Barbara turned around and was ready to throw the bouquet to a competitive crowd of single ladies of all ages and… Varvatos, who’s made it his quest to be the next in line for Nancy. As the bouquet suddenly flew into the air and was falling back down, out of nowhere, a shadow portal opened and swallowed it up. The audience gasped and looked around in confusion as another portal opened and the bouquet was caught by Claire. She glanced over at Jim whose eyes widened and cheeks turned pure red. In response, she winked at him as he sheepishly smiled back and waved. All the other ladies grunted and Mary and Darci approached her. 

“Claire Bear! You’re not supposed to do that here! That’s cheating!” Darci told her with her arms crossed while Mary nodded in agreement. Claire chuckled and held the bouquet victoriously as she went to sit back down. “Um, I don’t remember there being a rule book for bouquet tosses as far as I’m concerned,” 

“Preposterous!” Exclaimed Varvatos. “It should’ve been I who won this battle for Nancy!” He heard Nancy walk up to him giggling and grabbing his arm. “Oh Varvatos, you don’t need a bouquet to marry me! I’m way past that!” Varvatos’s eyes glew up and he let out a big smile. “Glorious!” He yelled. laughing maniacally. 

Later that night, everyone got up and slow-danced to the sweet, charming tunes that Krel played. Douxie danced with Zoe, who he finally caught up with and they got to hunt niffins and grab burgers together as promised. Toby and Darci danced together and enjoyed their well-needed reunion, sharing a few kisses here and there. While Steve and Aja danced, they discussed their future plans and whether they would be together on Akiridion-5 or remain long distance.

“Well now, since we got wormholes and stuff, maybe I could come to you more often on Akiridion-5 while finishing college and who knows what will happen next?” Steve started as he held Aja and slightly dipped her. She smiled back at him and pushed her hair behind her ear. “You know, I really miss this mudball and seeing you more. I think maybe I too, should come visit and go on more Earth dates,”

Jim shared a short and sweet dance with mother then hugged her so tightly, before Strickler walked over to them and asked if could borrow his wife for another dance. Jim went over to Krel’s turntable and whispered something in his ears. Suddenly the music stopped as Krel plugged Jim’s phone to his turntable and pressed play. 

Claire sat and chatted with Mary and a couple of friends when she suddenly froze. It was a familiar melody that took her back to the night of Spring Fling, her first ever dance with Jim. The guitar strings of Eres Tu played as she turned around and saw Jim hold out his hands to her. She looked up at him smiling and grabbed his hand. She got up and walked with him further away from the crowd until they were almost alone but could still hear the song. They started dancing as the Spanish lyrics began to be sung, while Jim sang along parts of the song, just like last time. 

“Nice little trick you did back there with the flowers,” Jim joked as he spun her around. Claire chuckled and blushed a little. “Oh I bet you wanted me to be the one to catch it. But don’t worry, there’s no rushing into this. We just enjoy every moment together and take this all little by little, ok?” She assured him. He smiled back at her and stroked her cheek. It was so good that they finally got to enjoy this moment of peace without needing to defeat gumm-gumms or evil wizards trying to destroy the world. For both of them, it was a relief that neither of them felt the need to dread any upcoming battles hopefully for years to come. Without any further talking, they just danced together slowly reminiscing their beautiful memories they’ve had throughout their relationship, putting a warm smile on each of their faces. Jim spun Claire, then hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek, while Claire’s smile only got bigger and brighter.

From a distance, Barbara and Walter watched Jim dance with Claire while they too danced. “You’ve raised an amazing son, Barbara. Young Atlas has come so far in life and he wouldn’t have become the man he did without an amazing mother like you,”

“He’s also had a wonderful person like you come into his life and help him grow a lot. I couldn’t be more thankful he had you and Mr. Blinky help him become a strong trollhunter,”

The stars continued glimmering in the night sky as everyone enjoyed the rest of the wedding. A cool breeze blew through and the petals on the flowers and the twinkling lights slowly flowed along. The heroes of Arcadia have truly found an adventure worth telling for generations to come, whether it was on Earth, the caverns below, or on Akiridion-5. It was a one of a kind adventure that each hero will continue to remember and hold onto no matter what comes next. Despite all the trauma and heartbreak they all went through, they have also gained so much strength and wisdom, along with many great allies that will always stay together whatever comes next.

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Thank you so much for reading this fic! I know this was super long but I definitely put in a lot of stuff that I wanted to see in the TOA series, including Aja and Claire bonding and a happy ending with a Stricklake wedding! I know this isn’t the best I’ve written and that I wasn’t able to give each character but I’m glad I was able to get it done! Stay tuned for more and hopefully more focus on other characters!

#stricklake wedding #stricklake #waltolomew stricklander #walter strickler #barbara lake #Jim lake jr #jim lake junior #jim lake #claire nuñez #claire nunez #jim x claire #claire and jim #jlaire #steve palchuk #aja tarron #aja and steve #staja #darci scott #Toby/Darci #Toby Domzalki #tobias domzalski #aarghaumont #aaarrrgghh #blinky galadrigal #blinkous galadrigal #mary wang #nancy domzalski #varvatos vex #douxie casperan #hiserdoux casperan

[rikalovesrice]

Douxie and Archie in a New York apartment?

🖤🐈‍⬛🏙 👀👀👀

Edit : HOLD THE PHONE. That’s a broom Douxie’s holding. And that’s a table with cups behind him wait a second.....Smoothie shop confirmed?! O[]O

alksdjadfa okay the way Doux is looking at Archie is so soft and sweet and you know they’ve been through so much together and here Douxie is still sweepin’ and waitin’ to face the apocalypse with his Found Family and — 

#heehee #Douxie #hisirdoux casperan #toa archie #tales of arcadia #trollhunters rott #trollhunters rise of the titans #rise of the titans #>w< #Sprinkle in a Nari and we’ve got #The Magical Siblings and Their Therapy Cat #uwu #SOFT BOIS HELP #DOUXIE MY LOVE #AND HIS DRAGON KITTY