hi aaron. i have an ask about the ending of wizards!! (hoping it hasnt been asked yet)
i believe(?) i read that one of the ideas for post-full-troll jim was for him to become a changeling. was there a reason he turned fully human again instead? thank you!!
For Wizards, weâd originally planned for Claire to use her new mastery over shadow magic to turn Jim into a changeling, just as Morgana originally created them back in the Middle Ages. (Merlin couldnât do it or refused to acknowledge the possibilities of its powers, because he never learned or trusted dark magic.) Jim would have been able to shift between human, half-troll and beast form at will â or perhaps via his emotions, not unlike The Hulk.
This ending was altered when those working on the follow-up film determined Jimâs arc for the movie would revolve around him coming to terms with losing his powers and being âmerely humanâ during the magic apocalypse. Sadly, our ending simply wouldnât work with that direction for the film.
For the curious, Iâve attached a small snippet of the original outline grid to see how it would have slotted in rather elegantly.
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Could i ask for a mini scenario where billy and (y/n) having a relationship like sandra bullock and hugh grant in the movie "two weeks notice". So it's basically boss - secretary relationship, but with a dash of romance and i think the movie was so cute abt how well those two work together
I have 2 scene in mind if you allow me to show you: the closet arguing scene and the restaurant scene. The restaurant being my favorite bc they just keep taking and giving food to each other bc maybe one can't eat them, or dislike them and the others just accept it and even taking it without being asked. And that happened so flawlessly fluid motion. I mean the were discussing business yet still taking care of each other's food đ. And the closet argue are just cute. They were fighting but.. i'm gonna put those two in links and if you don't mind, do see them. Bc they have this cute chemistry in that movie
The closet argument: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS6sFQPu4/
The restaurant:
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They were talking abt business, i can't find the audio for it, but this is the scene. They just take care of each other's food like a second nature. Mind you these two have not start a relationship other than working together as boss-secretary and i just đ« đ« đ«
Okay, so I have not seen that movie in a REALLY long time (I think probably around the time it came out??) but I tried to really capture the underlying will-they-won't-they vibe. For some reason I always headcanon Billy as being really food driven and being particular about his food, so for him to allow anyone to touch his food is a really big deal for him. Anyway, I hope this lives up to your idea!!
His Smile
Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader
Story Rating : PGÂ
Warnings : None, just cuteness Â
There was something automatic about the way you were together, probably due to all the time you spent with him. You could anticipate Billy, you knew what he wanted without him having to tell you. Half the time you even found yourself finishing his sentences.
That was just how things were between you. It was simple. Easy. Comfortable.
Of course, there were the jokes that you were like an old married couple from Frank and Karen, but Billy â well, Billy was Billy, and you were just his secretary.
Any feelings you harboured were one-sided, but it was fine. You were fine just being around him, being his secretary and his friend. You were one of the few people he trusted, that he confided in, and that wasn't something to turn your nose up at.
Women would come and go, but you were a permanent fixture in Billy Russo's life.
"I'm starving," he grumbled, eyes fixed on his phone.
You barely looked up from the file you were reading. "It'll be here soon, we only ordered five minutes ago."
He gave a hum and shifted in his seat. If it hadn't been for you, the both of you would still be at Anvil trying to solve the problem you'd found yourselves stuck in. But, fortunately, you'd managed to convince him to relocate to the little burger place just down the block from the office, knowing how cranky he tended to get on an empty stomach.
It wasn't unusual for you to work late, to lose whole evenings at his side working through whatever problems might have presented themselves. And, it was fine. In fact, you love these evenings you got to spend with him.
The moment your food was placed down, you found yourself lifting the bun on your burger to remove the pickles, lettuce and tomato. Without thinking, you placed them on Billy's plate and knocked the bun from his burger to take his red onions.
"I can't see a way around it," you said, "I think you're going to have to take on additional operators if you're wanting to keep up with the work load."
"I know," he answered, "but the budget..."
He didn't have to finish the comment for you to know exactly what he was trying to say. Profitability was on a knife's edge and adding more paid operators would mean more contracts but, for the time being, a much smaller return.
"The only other option is to lose the other contracts," you shrugged. "Or risk leaving current missions understaffed."
Billy barely looked up from the spreadsheet on his phone as he reached for the sauce, squeezing a healthy dollop of mayo on your fries before coating his own in ketchup.
You both started to eat, his fork finding its way to your plate to scoop up some coleslaw, knowing how much you hated it. You couldn't help but smile at that, glad that it was gone.
"The other option is temps," you said before taking a bite from you burger, your eyes still fixed on your paperwork. "Loan some guys from another company."
"That'll cost more."
As he spoke, you reached across the table to relieve him of one of his onion rings, knowing he had no intention of eating them. You weren't sure when or how you'd realised that Billy didn't care for onions, just like you weren't sure when he found out that you hated coleslaw. You just knew.
You knew him.
You knew each other.
You spared him a glance, only to find that he was already looking at you, a soft smile on his lips that had your cheeks instantly starting to warm. Then his eyes quickly dropped, seeming almost embarrassed that you'd caught him looking.
"You could outsource? Let a small firm take the contract for a percentage of the fee?" You offered.
Billy hummed as he chewed on his burger, and you decided not to say any more. He needed to eat â you already knew that he'd skipped lunch, and the thought of him going hungry just made you feel uncomfortable.
While you ate, you both continued to read through your respective work. You reached for another onion ring from his plate, while he started to help himself to your fries once his own were gone.
Dessert was a similar affair.
Billy took the cherry from the top of your pie, while you exchanged his scoop of chocolate ice cream for your scoop of vanilla, leaving him with two scoops of vanilla. Again, you weren't sure when you'd found out that Billy didn't care for chocolate ice cream, but it was one of the things about him that always had you rolling your eyes.
Still, once you'd both finally finished eating, he looked a lot better â still tired, as if he needed a proper night of sleep, but he didn't look unfocused and hungry anymore.
You looked up and caught him smiling at you again only, this time, he didn't look away. In fact, he reached for you, his thumb brushing over your lower lip before he seemed to realise what he was doing and pulled back.
"You had, uh â there was ice cream," he said by way of explanation.
"Oh," was all you managed to say in response, cheeks starting to burn despite the two scoops of ice cream you'd just eaten.
"I'm going to head back to the office, see if I can get this sorted," Billy said, shrugging his coat back on.
You knew he was offering you a way out â it was late and you knew he wouldn't blame you if you wanted to call it a night and go home â but you shook your head. There was nowhere else you'd rather be than by his side.
Pulling your own coat on, you just smiled at him, "we'll see if we can get this sorted."
Billy's lips pulled into a smile again, that strange little smile that had butterflies swarming in your stomach and made you wonder if your little crush was really as one-sided as you thought.
One day, you told yourself, one day you were going to kiss him on those lips and potentially ruin everything.
One day, you were going to find out what that smile really meant.
Douxie totally has a tik tok account were he post videos of himself singing covers of songs he likes.
Also, I worked in this piece during a really bad depression episode and it helped me so hard to get out of there. Anyways, appreciate the details
Plot : Youâve known him for almost a thousand years, heâd known you for a few centuries when he shouldâve known you the same (Hisirdoux Casperan x reader)
Word Count: 700+
Warnings: none (slight swearing really)
A/N: It's been a while since i wrote this but this feels nice, the idea of it. Thank you @prismarts for being such a dear to help me beta read again (really you're just the sweetest bab), any suggestions and feedback are welcomed :D
what if, instead of taking the second chance, you saw how happy he is with his life. Not knowing that he knows he's missing something that he can't put his fingers in.
So you decide to stay away from him. to avoid getting yourself tangled in his life ever again.
But the funny thing about fate, they just keep finding you at every turn. And with those every turn you find yourself unwillingly getting more and more tangled with him. He sees them, the way you'd try to avoid sharing too much about yourself, avoid showing too much emotion with him, and avoid spending more time to be in each other's presence.
At first, he thought it was how it was with you. Not until some time passes and he realizes.. it was him you avoid getting tangled with. only him. He was the one that you avoided sharing things about yourself, those little details about your life that you never opened up with. He was the one that you avoid showing much of your emotions from, whether it was happiness or other emotions, just a small polite smile here and there if he was lucky. He was the one you declined for invitations to spend more time together, getting to know each other more.
He was the only one you avoid. The one whom you set up your walls at. And the worst part is, even with all the avoidance and declined invitations, even with that polite smile of yours, he felt *full, just knowing you are part of his life, no matter how little it is. He felt the missing part, the void inside him was slowly filling up. And it hurts.
He was okay just to be part of your life, but for a long time, to get to see you and know you, even for a slight more, he craved more, he wanted more, to be someone (not that he knows he already is). He knew he started to grow feelings. And that's why it hurts, thinking you don't feel the same. And it's getting worse once you realize you can no longer avoid him and you started pushing him away instead.
So one day, the dam broke.
"Please let me have a chance, to get to know you, more. Not just about some task, or duty we need to do, but about you as a person. Stop pushing me away."
"You do not need to know me, i am not someone you need to tangle yourself with. Please just let it go--"
"Damn it, why? Why am I so infatuated with you?" And for the very first time in front of you, he snapped.
"I have never felt such a desire to know someone. Every fiber in my body is telling me I should just stop, but⊠IâŠ"
He stopped and took a deep breath, stepping closer as he looked straight into your eyes. Your heartbeats grew until you could hear nothing but blood pumping inside your heart. It feels like your lungs are being cut off from the air as you see into his eyes. The past images flashed in your eyes, that damn gaze, the very same gaze, your Douxie used to give you. the close distance between you two doesn't help your mind to process everything fast enough.
"I do not understand you" he spoke softly, with a tone similar to a glass breaking, he laid bare his broken heart at you. "You are the most complex person I have ever met. Perhaps I should hate you for everything you've put me through. But.. despite all of that, every moment, every encounter, every second I spent with you filled my heart. It filled the void I thought I'd have to live with all my life. You put the pieces to fill that void without even realizing it. I was content with my life, even with that void." He pauses.
"But, meeting you and feeling how the void was finally filled, is more magical than any magic I ever seen in my life. So please, will you give me a chance to let me in? No more avoiding, no more pushing, just you."
So the decision is in your hands, will you let him in and bare yourself?
Plot: Leo and Min's relationship takes a step forward during an unplanned sparring session under the stars.
Notes: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, Very out of chronological order, takes place in between the end season 1 and the beginning of season 2 (like the time before the start of season 2) and after they became close friends, Min says hell again! yay!, I couldn't resist writing the sillies, im sorry the actual fic where they meet will be up soon I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS GAH, Oc x Canon-
Trigger Warning: PDA for a couple of flustered and nervous teenagers, kissing, like very close physical contact, kind of violence? not really but they are sparring- (Let me know if there are any that I missed-)
Word Count: 2420 words (ndf vbe I'm back on my writing train-)
Neither of them knew how it happened, really, what started as a normal rooftop patrol in the city of New York, turned into a sparring session under the surprisingly bright stars.Â
Sounds of the beeping car alarms, rummaging of trash cans as well as the occasional bustling of people still walking around the city late at night seemed to slowly disappear as Min continued to spar with the blue masked mutant turtle.
The sounds of their heavy breathing and the heavy steps they took as they focused on each other, Leo giving out heavy kicks and punches at Min, who has slowly but surely learned to block a lot quicker and more effectively.
She was even able to take on the more experienced turtle as she attacked him back, able to hit him a few times.
Min could have sworn every time she was able to hit Leo, it seemed to draw a chuckle from him⊠his dark blue eyes seemed to brighten and almost sparkle a little more as he grinned at her. But itâŠcouldnât be, there was really no reason for her to believe what she saw.
Even if the things she seemed to notice, make her heart race in her chest more than the adrenaline of the sparring session itself.
The girl was able to land a kick against the turtleâs plastron, sending the turtle back a little as he let out another chuckle, mostly out of surprise from the move itself, âWowâŠ. youâve really been improving in your training..â
âAndâŠwhy are you saying that like itâs such a surprise? I could kick your butt anyday and I think we both know it.â, She said, blocking a punch that he had just handed out as their regular back and forth began.
âI was just saying, you improved a lot in a short amount of time. Itâs really impressive, Min..â, Leo countered, though it sounded a lot more genuine from their usual banter during their training sessions.
Minâs heart gave a little flutter at the genuine comment but she focused on the task at hand, taking an opportunity to try and attack with a punch.
 The turtle smiled at her as he blocked her attack.
âThough, you could still work on making sure youâre able to pin an enemy down, yâknow use their strength against them-â
And, there it was-
The usual wittyâŠbut mostly sassy comment she expected from Leo, as she rolled her eyes at him playfully, she knew it was all fun and games when it came to her banter. She blocked one of his attacks, leaning her face closer to him.
She ignored how her breathing hitched when she smirked at him, chocolate brown eyes meeting dark ocean blue eyes as she couldâve swornâŠ.she heard his breathing hitch too.
âI mean, if you wanna test me on it so much, we can.â, She said casually, trying to ignore the way Leo stared at her, the way his eyes glanced down at her lips and how it made her heart pound in her chest.
Min pulled back as she let go of the turtleâs arm from the previous attack, âCome on, fearless, tell me what to do, you can give me a whole demonstration too and then you can see how I do.â
âYeah. Okay, Iâll do a demonstration.â
She watched as Leo straightened himself up, getting into position as she did as well, the two beginning their sparring session once again. The two of them keep their laser focus on each other, blocking each otherâs attacks for a few moments.
âNow focus on me and what Iâm about to do, you with me, Min?â
The girl gave a simple nod, her chocolate brown eyes locked on him as they stood close to each other, the blue masked turtle nodded. âNow, try to attack me.â, He said, another nod shared as Min closed the gap to try and attack.
Only for Leo to grab at her hands, using some of his strength to pin her to the door of the stairway of the building.Â
Min let out a heavy breath as she was pinned at first, bracing herself for the impact but it wasnât as heavy or hard as she thought it would beâŠ.and the grip on her hands were just as gentle. They stared at each other quietly for a moment, trying to ignore how red both their cheeks had gotten.
The turtle let go of her hands, quickly backing away.
âW..what was that?â
The question startled the turtle slightly as he looked at Min quietly, âIâŠpinned you, I mean, I demonstrated it. Like you asked me to.â, he wasnât sure why she looked a little⊠confused.
âYou barely pinned me though! You were being soâŠoff about it, I couldâve slipped my hands right through your grip from how loose it was.â
She sees Leo flinch slightly as he crosses his arms, looking at her quietly, âIt was just a demonstration, Min. There was no reason for me to actually pin you down like I would with an opponent.â
The tone in his voice was all too familiar, his leader's tone of voice.
âWhy not? Is it really because you were demonstrating, or was it because Iâm not like you or your brothers?â, Min grumbled, the glare in her eyes apparent as she stared at him almost in disbelief.
âThat has nothing to do with it, Min.â
âThen why choose to go easy on me now? We were doing just fine earlier! Hell! I was able to attack you just as many times as you did me, there was literally, no reason,â Her arms now waving around in her frustration, âFor you to go easy on me during a simple demonstration!â
Leo sighed as he rubbed his eyebrow arch, eyes closing slightly as he was trying to figure out what to say. She was right to some extent, but it wasnât like he was trying to actually pin her down and potentially hurt her.
âMin. Look, itâs not that big of a deal. I was just showing you how itâs done there was literally no reason for me to go all out, besides, itâs going to take time for you to be able to pin someone down with all you stre-â
As he was about to continue his lecture, opening his eyes to look at her, he felt her attack him suddenly, causing him to double down from the shock.Â
He felt Min grabbing his hands with both of her own before he felt his shell hit the floor of the rooftop with a thud, his eyes closed shut once again at the impact as he heard heavy breaths above him.
Leo felt the strength, pinning both his hands on the floor as well as her body weight pinning him down, specifically one of her legs pinning him down.
His dark blue eyes opened to stare up at her, any statement about how she took advantage of him being distracted and ignoring his lectureâŠ.died in his throat at the sight.
The girl above him, pinning him down. Her hair falling all over her back and gently dangling around her almost framing her faceâŠespecially the bangs and the hair at the front.
The moonlight, a rarity for the city skyline, shining down on her..giving an angelic glow to her face.
Leo could feel his breathing hitch, especially when he saw her chocolate brown eyes sparkling, rivaling the stars in the skyâŠher face formed a smirk that made his heart pound in his chest.
âYou meanâŠ.like that, Leo?...â
The teasing tone in her voice made Leoâs heart almost stop. She was teasing, she was teasing him and his heart canât take it, the smirk on her face made his soul leave his body.Â
Min continued to smirk at him, soft pants escaping her from the strength she had to use to pin him down, she looked down at him⊠how he was staring at her.
The way he was utterly speechless as he stared, realizing how bright his dark ocean blue eyes were shiningâŠ.she was unsure if it was because of the moonlight shining down on them or becauseâŠhis eyes were just that lit up at the moment.
The two of them stared at each other quietly, faces inches apart. She felt her cheeks grow warm and turn red as sheâŠshe swore she saw the same happening to Leo. Their eyes locked on each otherâŠher heart was racing, she wasnât sure if it was the adrenaline or from how close they were.
She could feel how dried up her throat was fromâŠ.everything, her feelings are going haywire as she attempted to say something to break the silent tension, she had to.Â
She canât mess up this friendship with her messy feelings for the turtle.
âL..leo?.... A..are you okay?.. D..did that hurt? I didnât hurt you did I?..â, Her voice was quiet, she could barely speak from the heart thumping anxiety she was feeling.
Leo felt his anxiety spike for a moment as his eyes widened slightly, for a short moment his heart pounded harder against his plastron, he wasnât even sure that was possible.
"..N..no! No, I...I'm fine! I...just......"
His voice died in his throat again as he continued to stare at Min, her beauty absolutely rendering him speechless. He was staring with so much admiration in his eyes that it almost made the girl above him shy away..
But she spoke up quietly instead, â...y..yeah?..â
The blue masked turtle saw the way his friend was starting to shy away a little, his heart pounding stillâŠ.his gaze on her softened, dark blue eyes admiring her with so many feelingsâŠ
He gathered up his courageâŠ.and spoke up again, his voice in a whisper almost as if he didnât want to scare her.
â...i....I think....I really want to kiss you..."
There was a moment of silence, a moment of silence that lasted way way too long for Leoâs liking, as he saw the surprised look on Minâs faceâŠhow her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.
As he stared at her in the silence, he felt his anxieties heightened over what he said, the doubts starting to cloud his head. âWhat were you thinking Leo!? This is Mikeyâs best friend, WEâRE friends?! I canât believe I said that, I messed this up, GOD LEO SAY SOMETHI-â
â...okayâŠâ
The soft shy tone of her voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his head turned to look up at her again. Seeing the shyness appearing on Minâs faceâŠit wasâŠa sight to see, if Leo was honest.Â
She was always so confident, rebellious and wittyâŠ
But at this moment?... she was shy, flustered⊠cheeks red and her eyes glancing away from him almost in an attempt to turn away from him.
He wasâŠspeechlessâŠboth at the sight but also at what she said. Truthfully, he had expected a bonk to the head for what he just said.
â...what?..â, He couldnât think of much else to say to her response, he was already struggling to process it.
â......I want to kiss you too, LeoâŠâ
And there it was, the thing that broke any and all resolve in Leoâs head. He felt his cheeks grow warmer than ever before as he stared at her.
Words dying in his throat as he couldnât even say anything elseâŠ
All he could do was nod slowly, like an idiot as he admired her, while slowly but surely their faces leaned closer to each other.
Their faces an inch apart as half lidded dark ocean blue eyes stared into chocolate brown ones before he felt Min close the distance between them. Their eyes closed as her lips softly pressed against his.
They kissed softly, both being so gentle with each other⊠as if the other would break if they werenât.
Leo felt Min slowly tangle her fingers in between his own three fingered hand, squeezing his hand gently as her other hand trailed away to cup his cheek softly. He moved his free hand to her soft hair, running his three fingered hand through it softly.
They could both hear their hearts pounding from how close they were to each other, cheeks growing warmer as they soon pulled away, soft panting breaths escaping as they both opened their eyes wanting this moment to lastâŠjust a little while longer.
Min squeezed his hand as she turned her face away after a short moment moving her other hand away from his cheek as she let out a few short breaths, there was a nervousness thereâŠ.Â
Some form of fear or anxiety that Leo noticed as he moved the hand that was in her hair carefully to her cheek, turning her head back to look at her lovingly as he leaned his head forward to plant a soft kiss on her forehead.
A quiet confession as he cradled her face against his hand, tucking the falling strands of hair behind her ear and squeezing their connected hands back.
And he sees her smile, emotional and shy but genuine and happy.
Min leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together tenderly, almost trying to reciprocate the quiet confession he had given her as well. They stayed like this, holding each other for a moment.
The bustling and loud noises of the city below them doing little to really bother their quiet moment together.
Leo continued to admire Min, his dark ocean blue eyes sparkling and shining at the sight of her, eyes closed and their foreheads touchingâŠ.how loved and safe she felt at that moment melted his heart.
But soon he felt her eyes open, both staring at each other lovingly before Min leaned forward to kiss his forehead gently as she picked herself up, using their connecting hands to help pull him up as well.
The both of them struggle for a moment to get back on their feet, as the girl he loves so much squeezes her hand and looks up at him.
The adoration and love in her chocolate brown eyes made them shine, a spark evident in them as she grinned, the confidence in it coupled with the affection from their first kiss earlier, âBest 4 out of 5, fearless?...â, she asked, a playful hint of love in her voice.
He grinned at her, the same spark evident in his ocean blue eyes when Min looked into them.
bg3 has had me in a chokehold, specifically a certain vampiric rogue.. and i felt angsty, so i hope you enjoy !
maybe this will get me into writing after years lmao - this may be out of character, but i just needed this for my lil heart okay ;-;
angst warning tbh <3
You swore you'd find a cure. You swore to fight for him.
Yet, you forced him to promise to live if you died- he laughed when you said it, not truly believing such words from you... Why would he? You were cursed. Easily fixable... Right?
He sent for anyone - everyone - that could and would help you, but no luck came your way. The curse was progressing faster by day, he could see it. Draining the color from your skin, sucking up your warmth like a fire being snuffed out. Even, your eyes changed colors. Becoming something dull. Lifeless.
You saved the city. You helped even the most miserable low lives when you wouldn't benefit from it. And you... You helped him. Saved him. He swore to save you just like you did for him. Nights became longer as he sat rereading the books Gale had scavenged up for you. Rubbing sleep from his eyes while glancing at your sleeping figure curled up in one of your armchairs; snuggled into a cocoon of blankets to help you keep warm. You looked peaceful. No pain, just peace. Rolling his shoulders, he grabbed another book before practically stabbing his nose into the musky pages. He was going to save you.
"You promised to try, my love," he murmured into your hair, brushing it from your eyes as you curled further into your shared sheets. Cold nipped at your fingertips, biting at your blood supply as if it were your lover. "I tried, my star, but I just want to rest-"
"You've rested enough," he bit, crawling into bed behind you, wrapping his arms tightly around you. His grip shaking. "It's time for you try and get up. Move. You're letting this curse take hold and.." His voice trailed, feeling his chest ache. A tight bubble strangled his voice, quieting it. "Please." His voice was barely a whisper. "Please, try." You glanced over your shoulder to see him. His ruby eyes brimmed with tears. Turning in his hold, you pressed yourself into his chest, gripping his shirt tightly. Your shared ring catching on the fabric as you felt your own tears well up. "Aeterna Amantes," your lips pressed a careful kiss to his exposed skin. Dotting your way up his throat as you felt tears drip past your lips. "Lovers Forever."
He remembered teaching you that. That was his promise to you the day you slipped a ring on each other's finger. Now it's become your promise to. Even if you lay on Death's doorstep, your last breath would be a promise of love to him. A promise for his peace.
"Aeterna Amantes," his voice shook before he buried his head into your hair, lips fangs catching his already chewed lip. Pressing quick kisses against your crown as you allowed your own tears to caress your cheek, he bit back a bitter laugh. "I'll find something." He whispered, hiccupping back a sob. "I'll save you." Wrapped in your sheets and each other, somehow you felt more... Alive than you have in these last days. "I know you will."
Time had not been kind.
He failed. And he kept failing, and failing, and failing - everything seemed to work against him in this rush against time. This curse had sucked your very life from your bones and left you bedridden, hells, you couldn't even make it to the other side of your bed.
"There's not more we could do?" He could beg..
"I'm sorry, my friend, but we've exhausted all of our options." He could slaughter. He could give away the ring that keeps him from bursting into ashes at dawn. He should've protected them. He could've- "The best you could do now is, just be with them. Fill these last moments with peace." He was tired of peace. He wanted life.
"Right. Well, I trust you can find the door," he turned away from his friend, the one person he thought could save his lover - his darling - Had failed him. "I need to keep searching."
"Astarion, these might be their final moments and they're withering away-"
"Do you believe I haven't realized that, Gale?! I'm watching them become a husk of their former self!" He couldn't fight back the laugh, yet tears dripped down his cheeks. "I am the one who watches as they wither away in our very bed. The bed that should've been warmed by them for years to come have it not been for the wench we met! I busy myself with every book and scroll that the lands and seas could offer me! I sit beside them waiting," his lips trembled. "I sit beside my lover waiting for their breathing to stop. For their heart to quit. To take them away from me,"
"I meant no harm,"
"And yet, you suggest I sit idly by and allow my love to perish." Astarion moved upstairs, listening to the front door slam shut behind his friend. He felt his legs give from beneath him, his knees slamming into the stairs. Kneeling there, he pressed himself against the wall, gripping his white curls with shaking fingers. Tugging at the ends, he jumped at the loud thump that came from the top of the stairs. Moving quickly, he nearly fell at the sight.
You sat up from your kneeling, holding your knee as he rushed over, grabbing the blanket that rested around your shoulders as you leaned into his chest. Sweat dripped down your brow while you wheezed, trying to catch your breath. "What happened," he searched over your body for any marks. His fingertips grazed over your old battle scars and even his old love bites, the ridges seemed to chase his touch. "Why're you out of bed, my love? You should've called for me-"
"I heard you and Gale," you murmured into his shirt. His grip seemed to tighten around your waist as you curled further into him. "I know our time is coming to an end." Your breath seemed to be so hushed that even his ears could pick it up. Or, more so he didn't want to hear it.
"Godsdamnit.. Gale is a fool." He snipped, carefully maneuvering your body to fit against his own as he lifted you. You shivered against him, wincing at the movement and bitterness in his voice. "We'll find you something," he paused, pushing open your bedroom door and quickly setting you back into your silk sheet prison. You felt your heart shatter at his state. His skin seemed more transparent, his eyes a duller yet still brilliant red, and dark circles curled around his eyes as they seemed to be sunken in.
"What if there is nothing for me, my love," you sighed, caressing his cheek as he tsked, grabbing your hand and pressing gentle kisses to your tattered knuckles. "What if you're... Wasting our time?"
"Any time I have that is searching for something to help you," he paused, pressing a kiss to your wrist. "Is." Anther kiss to your shoulder. "Never." Another pressed to your neck, you shivered. "Wasted." He pressed his lips firmly against your own. Both of your lips chapped and scratchy, but he moved further into your bubble, pressing his body against your own. His hands slithered up your body, tugging you into his lap while his lips ventured down your throat. His fangs ghosted your flesh, barely leaving a mark in their wake.
You lurched away, your chest squeezed, and your lungs felt as if they were burning from the inside out. You turned away, attempting to cover your cough as Astarion laid you back against your pillow. Blood trickled past your cracked lips as he stared at you with wide eyes, reddened lips agape. "I'm, I'm sorry," you quivered over each shake, covering your mouth as more blood smeared across your chin and palm. He moved closer, ripping a piece of his shirt and pressed it against your lips, wiping away whatever blood spilled.
"Hush, just let it out, darling," His voice trailed as your coughing fit continued. More blood came and more clothes were ripped from his very back. Time had run out..
He left you to sleep, wandering outside into the crisp night air, feeling his lungs burn as he inhaled as deeply as he could. His chest tightened as his mind flickered back to your blood smeared across your lips. The gags and cries as you tried to stop, tried to swallow water to make the copper taste leave, but you said it reminded you of him. The smell and taste. Balling his fists, he moved through the forest behind your home. No clear direction in mind, just movement. Clear air. Dampened colors of the world. He stumbled as he came to a cliff. With a hiss, he stood at the edge, feeling the heightened breeze push past him as if trying to make him stumble and fall.
Fall.
Oh, he fell. He fell for you.
You were a rare gem in his eyes. Someone who could roll with the punches of life and still come out with a smile. Perhaps someone's blood smeared across your cheek, but he would happily wipe it away before pressing his lips to yours. You were his reason for freedom. Hells, you found him something to help keep his freedom amongst the world after 200 centuries of torture and forgetting who he was. But you gave him someone new. You showed him there was a way to a good life... A precious life. But now his reason is being ripped away from him. And he can't fight or kill this beast.
Astarion watched the horizon, his gaze twitching down to the two rings that cladded his fingers. His other hand moved towards it, trembling as he traced the golden bands. One glittered with rubies, a slight glow to the band itself. The other could be seen as just an ordinary ring, yet it held the most value to him. It was his promise to you. The shared rings between you. His gaze settled on the trees to his left. Moving towards it, he smiled softly as his fingers grazed the bark. Your initials carved jaggedly into it with his last name attached. Memories flooded his mind as tears washed over him once more, yet he couldn't fight back the smile gracing him. Turning around he noticed a rather large pair of rocks near the cliff, swallowing thickly he moved closer and grabbing them, plucking his dagger from its sleeve and began to carve.
Hours had passed. He found himself back in front of his - your - home. More memories danced around his mind as he walked inside, his hand grazed every surface it could reach as he moved up the stairs. His chest felt tight, yet he pressed on.
Opening the bedroom door, his gaze softened as it fell to you. Your chest barely pushed up the blankets as sweat matted your hair to your forehead. Your lips were a chapped pink, torn from your nervous chewing - possibly his fangs work as well. Your eyes fluttered as he settled onto the bed next to you, caressing your cheek as you blinked awake. "Finally coming to bed?" You tried to smile as he mirrored it, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your temple.
"I thought we could go somewhere first.. Remember our cliff?" His voice hushed as you sighed, gently nodding. "How could I forget the most magical place of my life?" He smiled again, brushing hair from your eyes. "I would say this was the most magical," he grinned as you scoffed, quickly turning away as you coughed shaking gently.
"I'll help you, my love," he rose from your shared bed. Carefully moving his arm underneath your knees and caressing your back, your body cradled against him. The movements felt like that of a mother rocking her newborn child as he descended down your stairs, still holding you close as you sighed into his ripped and stained shirt. "You... You should wash this, my star," you murmured, feeling the scratch of your old blood stain as he tsked.
"I'll be alright, darling, you just rest..." His voice seemed softer than usual. Lucid even. You heard a door open and shut as the world around you chirped and sang with birds and insects songs. The breeze chilled your skin as you gently shook against Astarion's chest, goosebumps lining your flesh. "We're almost there, my sweet, just a bit longer, please." You nodded against his chest, sighing softly.
All movement stopped as your body met the dirt and grass, Astarion following as you leaned into the curve of his body. You smiled, moving your head to where you could see your vampiric lover. He seemed... At peace. Whole. You caressed his cheek with your trembling hand, your thumb dragging across his skin. His lips caught your thumb, pressing a soft kiss to it.
"Thank you for bringing me here." You whispered, afraid to disturb the gentleness surrounding you.
"Thank you for being with me." He whispered back, catching your lips in an almost blistering kiss. You inhaled, feeling your chest tighten and your eyes began to flutter, yet your lips still danced along with his own. Seemingly chasing his, begging for more time..
He felt his lips quiver as you slumped into his arms. Your mouth falling away from his own while your head rolled into the juncture of his shoulder and neck. Tears stained his cheeks as he held you close, shaking with gasping sobs.
You were gone. Just... Gone.
Licking his lips, he gently stood, taking your limp figure with him before moving towards the hole he had made before.. He knew your time was over when he saw the blood. The thing he once thrived to take from you, now all he could wish for was for it to return to you. Carefully placing your body into the earth, sinking to his knees as he pushed and shoved dirt over your body; more tears blurred his vision as he pushed forward, wanting to dive in after you. Once his hands were dusted in the dirt that now held your body, he glanced to the stone he had carved earlier, Y/N AncunĂn. Reaching over, he plucked one of the few wildflowers and laid it on top, releasing a shaking breath.
Astarion blinked once, twice before swallowing thickly. Early sunlight peaked over the horizon now, awakening the world around him and yet... All he wanted was to rest. To sleep. Carefully standing, he moved around your grave, and pressed a kiss to your gravestone. Standing to his full height, he turned towards the cliff and watched as the sun rose over head. Feeling the warmth that caressed his cold skin, he huffed out a sigh as he walked backwards, settling into the spot next to your grave. Licking his lips, he glanced towards your sight once again as he smiled softly, closing his eyes and seeing your smiling face greeting him.
"Aeterna Amantes, my darling.. Lovers Forever. I will find you again," he paused, swallowing around his tongue as he reached towards his left hand, gently tugging off your wedding band and pushing it into the earth underneath him.
"After this life, and the next... I love you, my sweet love."
His voice fell into a sigh as he tugged off the last ring. The sunlight bit and bullied through his flesh, burning and peeling at it as he began to sparkle and crumble. His final thought of hugging you tight while pressing a firm yet loving kiss to your lips. Tugging you into his chest, while you laugh and smile into the kiss.
The sunlight ring glittering in front of your shared burial site. Your headstones he carved with a gentle caress, love, and kindness. You were lovers. Soulmates even. Beings that were crafted to fit one another and Astarion knew that... If he lost you, he would lose himself all over again. Besides... He promised you.
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Eternally Yours
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Plot: Douxie and Illy settle in the night after their wedding ceremony.
Notes: Takes place in an alternate (not canon to ROTT) future, THEY GOT MARRIED, This is like...the night after all the wedding celebrations and aaaaaa, Douxie x OC, Canon x OC, FLUFF SOFT FLUFF, someday I will do a whole wedding fic but nfuregue for now here-
Trigger warnings: Brief implications of sex, mentions of alcohol. That should be it but let me know if I miss something.
Douxie was taking a deep breath, he was in the bathroom trying to clear his head⊠maybe it had been a mistake to have champagne at the receptionâŠhe hadnât drunk in a while.
No matterâŠhe just needed to freshen up. As he splashed his face with cold water, he caught sight of his ring⊠a blue stone glowing on his ring finger, the ring itself made of a dark magical branch and a single leaf, enchanted to last lifetimesâŠ
He felt his heart racing in his chest as a smile overtook his face.. He couldnât believe it, after centuries of traveling the world and trying to earn his staff. Centuries of being in love only to break it off or never staying from the mere thought of him being immortal⊠he was married to the love of his life.
It felt so niceâŠ
It felt unreal to himâŠ
But the ring was the proof, the ring that Illy made for him was on his finger and he spent a good moment longer just admiring itâŠto let it sink in for his beating heart. Once he mostly has that sunk in, he turns to the pajamas he brought in with him. âRightâŠI need to change..â, He mumbled softly.
Once he changed into his pajamas, he left the makeshift quite modern looking bathroom in theâŠ.mostly medieval looking master bedroom. Thank goodness for magic and Akiridion tech, they were able to make these sorts of renovations..
He spotted his newly wed wife sitting on the bed, seeming to fidget with the ends of her hair which was now down from the elaborate bun she had for their ceremony. She has a sleeveless light blue nightgown on, her wings gently folded against her back as she sat.
âHello, my darling wifeâŠâ
Douxie said with a soft tone of voice as he reached down to carefully squish her cheeks in his hands, letting out a soft chuckle as her cheeks turn a shade of red at the new term of affection.
He stared at her with so much love, how turquoise eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, the way her smile, at the moment decorated with red lipstick lit up the whole room and the adorable freckles decorating her red cheeks.
His heart was leapingâŠ
She was so beautiful to himâŠ.and he loved her so so much.
He hadn't realizedâŠor maybe he did and merely enjoyed, how Illy seemed to stare back at him with the same if not even more loveâŠ
"H..hiâŠ"
She mumbled softly, slowly standing up as she carefully leaned against him. Almost burying her face against his chest but instead just leaning her whole body against him. One of her hands reaching out to trace the magical rune tattoos all over his arms..
And he shivered at the contact, smiling widely at how affectionate she was..
"Everything alright, fluturaÈ?..."
"MhmâŠI..justâŠ.I can't believe today was realâŠI..I can't believe itâŠwe actually got marriedâŠwe're married Douxie!"
The hushed excitement coming from her made the both of them giddy, coupled with how physically close they are⊠it was like heaven..
But Douxie pulled back for a moment, he had to⊠so he could carefully lean down and press the softest kiss against her lips. Arms gently wrapped around her as he carefully but successfully lifted her up.
Gently pressing her against him, he could feel her small butterfly wings flutter just above where his arms were holding her close. They were glowing from how loved she felt.
They could both feel their hearts racing in their chests as they finally pulled away from their kiss, soft pants escaping them as they leaned their foreheads together for a brief moment.
"IâŠI love you..so much Douxie.." Illy said, so much affection in that hushed declaration that it made his heart absolutely melt.
He twirled her around in his arms for a moment, relishing in the giggle that escaped her. Before carefully getting them both back onto the bed. Laying down on his back and carefully positioning his wife to lay down above him.
Their hearts still racing in their chestsâŠ
He heard her giggle as he opened his eyes to look at her, golden hazel yet green eyes staring into turquoise onesâŠ
He saw her giggle and laughâŠ
He adores itâŠ
He adores and loves her so so much..
"Y..youâŠI..I smudged my lipstick all over your lips⊠I'm s..so sorry Douxie I-" She said giggling, reaching her hand out in an attempt to wipe it offâŠ
Until she heard it..
"I love youâŠso so muchâŠâŠ I'm eternally yours, sweetheartâŠ."
It was a hushed declaration⊠but with so much love in his voice..
She teared up, effectively smudging what little make up was still somewhat intactâŠstill he found her to be just as stunning as she did in her wedding dressâŠwalking down the aisleâŠif not maybe even more soâŠ
"Oh fluturaÈ.."
"IâŠ.i love you tooâŠs..so so much.."
He carefully lifted his torso up, if only to cup her soft cheeks with his hands pulling her in for a passionate loving kiss, the two carefully leaning on each otherâŠ
They showed all their love for each other that night, passionate kisses and caressesâŠ.hands carefully and lovingly exploring each other's bodiesâŠ
That nightâŠall that mattered was each otherâŠ. And that wasâŠeverything they could have ever wished for..
Plot : Youâve known him for almost a thousand years, heâd known you for a few centuries when he shouldâve known you the same (Hisirdoux Casperan x reader)
Word Count: 1.2k+Â
Warnings: none
A/N: itâs not as long as the previous one but I hope they offer the same enjoyment to you guys as it did to me while writing these, thank @prismarts for being such a dear to help me beta read this, any suggestions and feedback are welcomed :D
So, the miracle happened. You woke up. Full of confusion obviously, imagine waking up in the middle of a what? A cave, surrounded by trolls, looking at you with curiosity. Wait, is that piece of heartstone under your nails, what. One troll approached you, you assume he was the leader, from the looks of it. He introduced himself as Vendel. You struggled to get up, it felt like you hadnât used your legs in a very long time. You wanted to introduce yourself, but your throat was parched. Vendel stopped you and signed to the other trolls to bring you to a room following him.
In there, he gave you a glass of water and said, âI know who you are, apprentice of Merlin. Centuries ago, he brought you here in dire need, and told us he needed the heartstone to help you,â.
And thatâs where you learned that you are in the Trollmarket, home for the trolls, along with what transpired within the time you were unconscious. Merlin found a way to embed you in the heartstone which synergizes with your magic and helps to save your life due to its healing properties. You realized Merlin left the fact that you are Camelotâs princess, seeing Vendel address you as Merlinâs apprentice. And you chose to keep it that way, you remembered your last wish, for nobody to remember the princess of Camelot, you.
You spent several years in the Trollmarket, getting back on your feet. It was not easy, at first, the trolls were wary of you, a human. You tried hard to get yourself back on your feet. Over time, seeing your determination and your attempts to befriend them, they opened their hearts around you. There are still some that disagree with your existence in the Trollmarket, but they didnât do much aside from snark and pranks here and there. Vendel, however, was different, you can feel his indifference to you, true, you being human plays a part in his dislikes but you find out he really is just looking out for every troll. As a leader, he must stay composed at all times, something you learned being the figure back in Camelot. But he found your talent at life magic interesting and decided to teach you how to utilize that magic better. Within your years in the Trollmarket, you learned how to do your magic better and some basic combat training. You also learned about trolls better, their habits, their likes and dislikes, and many more.
But you always miss the sun, sure you get out sometimes to help the trolls either with hunting or escaping from the Gumm-gumms, but it was always at night. You missed the smell of the grass in the morning, the way the sun warms your skin, you missed life in the daylight. So, after several years, you decided to embark on a journey, to see the world, and see how much of it has changed.
And boy, how much has it changed. You felt like a fish out of water, you felt like a newborn where you have to learn anything, including how to clothe yourself to match with the people (well you know, trolls are not exactly the right example of how a human should be dressed).
About Camelot, youâve heard about the battle of Killahead from the trolls, along with the things that happened within the time you were in a coma, but hearing from humans, however, turned it into another story. Funny how things could change one or another, especially the ones supposedly with you in it. But neither mentioned the information you wanted the most, about a certain wizardâs apprentice. You wondered how Douxie had become. You remembered how he was dreaming to be a master wizard, is he one now? Or did he find a new dream?
Youâve spent most of the years living in the daylight, being with other peopleâs company that just comes and goes, seeing how things changed. But you also like laying low and enjoying teas from cafes, a hobby you found quite familiar yet comfortable in a way. Not to mention the things youâve learned, both magic and nonmagic stuff, learning always excites you.
Then come the 1970s
It was quite an interesting year, any era would do the same to you, fascinating how an era could create changes within the people. But this one is different.
You were in a bar, something that you were not used to, but enjoyed from time to time, not because of the drink, no, the drink was just an accessory to you. You enjoy the environment, the feeling of rowdiness, how people bonded on nights with the liquid truth, or just the fun. You didnât quite remember the name of the place really (is it moonlight? Moonlit? Moonacre? Alas the name just keeps slipping away)
And there he is
The 1970s was something in Douxieâs experience, meeting the Beatles (great lads with great music, he always said), the fashion is something he could get used to. Tonight, however, he just wanted to relax with some familiar faces and Archie.
You almost ran to him, you almost called his name, and you wanted oh-so-badly to run into his arms. But you didnât, you remembered the thing you donât want to recall the most, the memory spell. Thereâs no way heâd recognize you. The spell was meant for permanent activation. Instead, when he and Archie took a seat (fortunately) near you, you just tried to listen while taking a look at him. He looks a tad older (considering almost 900 years have passed, but ehh whoâs counting), he changed his hair, it looked pretty cool with those blue streaks, it suits him. His laugh, god, how much you missed the sound of his laugh, how much you wished that you were the one he laughs with.
You swallowed the bubbling tears rising up your throat and drank your beer, which turned out to be a bad idea since the drinkâs bitter and you dislike the feeling. But somehow the bitterness just makes you laugh at your own condition, bitter drink for the bitter one.
That laugh made Douxieâs head turn. It was not loud, barely heard by anybody else, but there was something to your laugh and he heard it. He catches your eyes and you quickly turn away, but then you heard the sound of the chair being dragged in front of you.
âHi, Iâve never seen you around here, you new here love?â that smooth endearment causes you to look at him, did he just, call you what now? The Douxie you knew never used endearment, he was too shy to do it, he was a moppet (with a man bun ;) ) did you mishear him?
A hand waved in front of you, âyou alright love? Do I have something in my face?â he smiled
You did not mishear.
âNo, uh, Iâm alright, goodâ you tried to calm yourself by drinking, bad move. You choked on your drink instead.
âWoah, slow down, carefulâŠâ he said softly patting your back
Great, you just embarrass yourself, seconds after meeting him. This wasnât good. You put your hands covering your heated face. âI- Iâm sorry, Iââ, then you heard him chuckle, lips lifting to a soft smile.
He took your hand that was covering your face, and his hazel eyes once again found yours
âHow about we repeat the introduction again, I feel like we put ourselves in the wrong shoes, we could put our better shoes this time, what do you think?â
Maybe this is your second chance?
âLet me introduce myself once again, Iâm Hisirdoux, Hisirdoux Casperan, you can call me Douxie, nice to meet you!â
âIâm (y/n) (l/n), Nice to meet you too Douxieâ
Plot : Youâve known him for almost a thousand years, heâd known you for a few centuries when he shouldâve known you the same (Hisirdoux Casperan x reader)
Word Count: 3.4k+ ish (is long maybe? but i enjoy writing this and i hope the same enjoyment for you readers <3)
Warnings: none
A/N: these have been sitting dust in my mind for years, waiting to be put into words and here we are. Itâs my first fic after years, I really worked hard for it and my friends helped too (you guys are amazing and I am grateful for you guys). Thank you so much for reading, any suggestions and feedback are welcomed, tell me what you guys think
- loved by Morgana as her own, because of her love of magic like the queen and a magic caster like Morgana
- love to sneak away from the castle to travel around the city, that's how you and Douxie met and he became your friend, he didn't know who you are until later on when merlin took him as his apprentice
- he didn't know at first, so he assumed you are one of the servant's relatives or something since you used the maid's clothes while going around
- he knows you're magic and you guys love to play pranks around the castle grounds: pranking the servants, the king (he's still upset that his bed turns pink, Douxie thought u were mental playing tricks on the king, little did he know), stealing food and snacks from the kitchen's palace, etc
- till one day, you both tried to play tricks on merlin, and bam he caught both of you sighing and shaking his head, 'magic is not child's play your highness'
- that's when Douxie found out about you being the princess
- it's not his fault really, you tried so hard to hide who you are because you know when people know the crown, you're not what they'll see later on
- you dyed your hair using magic, even changing your eye color so you do not bear the resemblance to the princess
- at first, it was really awkward between you two, merlin told him to address you formally, etc, also the fact that you lied about who you really are (which is not really to be called a lie since you never specifically tell him that your parents are the king and queen, he knows your parents is at the castle, but he thought they were serving the king and queen, not the crown itself!) and he wonders what else he actually knows about you
- and you tried really hard to apologize and tried to bribe Archie even (he loves you too but Douxie always comes first)
- so you learned to make his favorite meat pies (his fav food) from the palace kitchen in secret
- and later on, after the apprentice's long day of practice and listening to merlin's "100 ways not to use magic" he came to a basket of his favorite meat pies with a note saying ' I'm sorry '
- like the saying "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach" (technically doux is still a boy (or bby in my heart forever) but save that argument for later yea ;)) his heart melted thinking about how you, a princess who is raised to reign, cooking in a kitchen. and of course, after you guys met again you made up and him nagging how your hand should be treated more carefully (you love the clumsy bandages he did tho)
- that's also become you guy's thing, whenever you guys have a fight you guys would cook together (or mainly you, Douxie tries his best but cooking is not his thing, 'they're both white' 'Douxie you can't substitute sugar for salt') and eat together as you guys' way of making up
- the love between you two grows over the times
- ever since the times he found out about you being a princess you realize him trying to keep his distance hurt you, you realize the feelings you've for the apprentice
- being the princess you are, concealing your true feelings is part of the job.
- doesn't makes it easy tho, you really like him and you didn't want to lose him so you're afraid of showing your true feeling
- for Douxie, it was your debutante ball
- he was not allowed to go there as he is only an apprentice of merlin
- didn't stop him from going to his best friend's debutante, he's not gonna lose the chance to tease you in your dress knowing you've been complaining about how heavy it is and how impractical it is since you have to dance in it along all the jewellery that you have to wear (mind you, those tiaras and necklaces will break your neck if not for your parents nagging you'd already ditched them) you don't mind wearing those separately but those together with the dress, boy you're tough
- he never forgets how his breath hitched in his throat when you arrived at the ballroom.
- all eyes were on you, ofc you're the man (or woman) of the day. But Douxie never forget how beautiful you look that day
- you're beautiful to him from the very first day he met you, he knows that but you always seem to disregard it telling him you look nothing like your mother which you consider the most beautiful woman, him trying to tell you it's not true only to be met on deaf ears
- but as you slowly descended the staircase, he really thought that an angel was walking amongst the living, he was spellbound. your looks paired with your soft smile to the guest, he'd really wanted to take you away so that nobody can lay their eyes on you
- for the first time, he lamented the fact that he was just an apprentice
- seeing you there really shows him the fact that you're the princess of CamelotÂ
- he didn't like how other men see you, so bibbidy bobbidy boo they're gone ;) (you might hear some unfortunate lads' (yes lads) accidents here and there that cause them to leave the party early, and you thought it was because your upbringing was not good enough (which we all know is not true))
- he despises the fact that several (lucky bastards) get to dance with you and how much he wanted to just yank them and dance with you in their places
- after the party was over he tried to go to you only to realize you're going to his room secretly
- and the boy ran for his life
- 'heyyyy' 'why are you so sweaty? it's the middle of the night' 'oh you know-- training these bad boys (cue to his skinny non-existent muscle)' which you just laugh it off and Douxie couldn't be more relieved (though his heartbeat is like trying its best to jump out from his chest because of your laugh)
- 'so what are you doing here?' 'i--uh well..' which is your turn to stutter since as an idiot you are (sometimes, crushing on someone makes you dumb towards the person), you forget to make excuses to meet him in the middle of the night, still fully armed with the heavyweights that make you feel pretty, you can't exactly say that you want to show him what you think your best looks right?
- 'help me take off my necklace' 'what' you are almost tempted to just jump from the window 'well I plan to take it off later but it's killing my neck, can you help me?' (real smooth)
- but he was too lovestruck and tired from that running to realize your nervousness
- so here you are in his dimly lit room, back facing him
- he softly brushed your hair aside
- but boy struggling to clasp off the necklace you just chuckled feeling his clumsy hands trying
- the necklace finally came off
- you wanted to turn and thank him
- instead, you feel his fingers softly tracing your neck
- 'it leaves a mark' he said
- your breath hitched while Douxie's soft breaths and fingers softly traced the mark that the necklace left on you
- you can feel his hot breath and slightly rough fingers tracing your neck and your heart doing the same thing Douxie did before, trying to break through your chest, and you shiver
- though his touch is oh-so gentle, the moment they lay against your skin, you had to hold back any bubbling emotion up your throat
- you wished this moment just stop and never end, oh how you wish for his fingers never leave
- little did you know, he wishes the same, the feeling of your soft skin is something he could get used toÂ
- but alas, the moment broke when Archie flew into the room, 'Douxie, why are you stil-- oh'
- you guys broke the moment and thank the dimly lit room because both of your faces are on fire
- reading the room, Archie gracefully exit
- 'i-i better go back-- the maids will panic if I didn't' 'y-yes of course' you awkwardly went back
- '(y/n)'
- 'yes?'
- 'you look really beautiful tonight' he softly said
- 'thank you' it's not something you'd say, usually you'd just deny how you're not beautiful and give excuses why he should not call you thatÂ
- the unusual answer makes him turn at you and his breath stopped again for the second time of the day
- the moonlight illuminates your soft complexion, a genuine smile graced your face, and stars twinkle in your crinkled eyes.
- it's a view that makes him grateful for being himself, nothing compares to your looks that very moment for him, a smile that only he can look, a smile that you give to only him
- it's the moment he knew, he'd fallen.
- from that moment on, something between you two changed
- it seems the same from the outside, but every touch, every laugh, means so much more to you both, but neither of you dared to break this obvious tension you both had
- both of you just treasure each other so much you're afraid to lose each otherÂ
- people closest to you both are aware of this but neither of you is aware of the mutual attraction to each other. they thread this matter carefully, as your magic is linked to your emotion, and such you both know such turmoil you're in, you being the princess and a life magic user
- you treasure the time you spend with Douxie wholeheartedly as did he
- but then tragedy struck Camelot
- the passing of your mother, queenGuinevere
- ever since the queen's death Arthur banned all magic/magic creatures and you being magic Arthur's grieve is directed as anger with you
- 'father please, this-- mother wouldn't want this' 'my decree will not be taken back, from now on, Camelot will not tolerate any magic nor magical beings anymore' 'you're denying what mother loves, you're denying who I am' 'YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD BY THE THING YOU CALLED YOURSELF, IF DENYING MAGIC MEANS I DENY YOU, SO SHALL BE IT'
- you cannot believe the words he uttered, you were so sad you just ran, far away from the king, anywhere but there
- you found yourself running to your mother's favorite woods
- Douxie heard what happened and followed you
- he tried to cheer you up, so he pulled you into his arms
- for you, his arms feel the safest, and then your emotion takes over and you just pour everything out, the grieve for your mother, the hurt your father cause, while you know he was dealing the same grieve, doesn't mean those words didn't hurt
- you broke down, you sobbed so hard that your chest hurt, you cried all the tears, the frustration, the grieve, everything
- Douxie didn't say anything, he just keeps patting you softly (he knows the pain of losing someone and he understands it differs from one to another and being you who always in need to control your emotion, he knows you took it harder)
- it took a while, but you got betterÂ
- you muttered a small thank you, and he just softly smiled while his finger wiped your tears awayÂ
- when you got better and you both tried to get backÂ
- you stumbled upon a stalkling and being the aggressive being it is, it roars and took a stance to attack
- the pain is still fresh in your mind, so the presence of the stalkling renders you useless, your feet won't move, your heart beats so loud you almost thought it jumps out of you, your fear wins you that you just froze in place. you are terrified
- Douxie on the other hand although scared, the first thing on his mind is you and he immediately looked at your terrified form
- the stalkling tries to attack and Douxie reflected it, creating a barrier around you both
- the creatures got angrier as Douxie tried his hardest to defend while snapping you out
- unfortunately, his magic is not strong enough to defend against continuous attacks, the barrier breaks and scratched Douxie, causing him to bleed
- the sight of him bleeding snap you out and you realized the situation you in
- as the grieve has set, seeing the one you love got hurt by the same being that killed your mother, something lit up within you and you felt a surge of energy within you and you just exploded
- Douxie never saw you like this
- you opened a portal to merlin's tower and (practically) throw Douxie into it
- you closed it before he could even call your name
- you will not let this thing hurt anything else around you
- when Douxie arrived with Merlin and Morgana, he almost dropped to his knees
- seeing your bloody self trying so hard fighting and he can see you almost win, you stand on top of the creature, ready to end it
- but something's amiss in your gaze
- until Douxie called your name
- and that broke your trance
- that didn't go unnoticed
- the stalkling gave its last attack that grazed your neck pretty badly before running away, letting you fall and bleeding through the wound
- you can barely respond to anything
- you slightly hear doux's screaming your name and you can feel his hand trying to cover the wound and stop the bleeding
- you can feel the desperation in his voice
- Douxie can't believe what just happened, it all happened so fast
- he ran to you gathering you in his hand, face turning pale looking at the blood oozing from your neck, his eyes trained on your dulled eyes
-'no, no, no...' he tried to stop the bleeding, your flinching is taken as a good sign, you still feel pain, you're alive
- Merlin and Morgana tried every spell possible to heal you, but even with a master wizard and a sorceress, your wound was too fatal, there was nothing they can do
- Douxie cradles your head softly to his chest, hand still on your wound, he mumbles reassurance 'i'm so sorry.... you're gonna be fine... please... it's my fault, i--' rocking you back and forth trying to soothe you (and himself, we know that, let him)
- 'Douxie' you put your bloodied hand on his cheek, you know your time's limited, and you need to make sure he knows
- 'i did this myself, it's on me' tears softly fell on you, and you can hear Douxie's choked sobs while his arm tightened around you
- you turned to Merlin and Morgana (which hurt like hell knowing your almost severed neck, but hey)
- your told your last wish to Morgana and merlin because you love your father and him still in grieve because of the queen and your death could destroy him (you know he loves you but grieving and that is why he's angry) and Douxie oh god..Â
- you told them to erase the memory of the people about you
- sadly, only the caster can remember so Douxie will not remember you anymore, only Morgana and Merlin do
- both of your masters understand your reasoning, but it didn't make it easy for them to do
- 'Hisirdoux...' 'no' his rejection didn't surprise merlin, this might be his first time saying no to the master wizard, but anything involving you always brought the unexpected within his apprentice. he couldn't let them touch you, he can't lose you, you're not leaving him
- a soft squeeze bringing him to look at your face, tears still flowing down from his face to yours.
- there it is, your smile, although weak, said everything you want to say, pleading him
- 'no' his shoulders tremble as he tries to hold back, though he can feel pieces of himself breaking apart,Â
- he can feel your desperation as the squeeze got tighter, a tear slips from your eyes and he realized how you've been holding yourself, for him
- 'do it' a small voice came from Douxie, merlin tried to get a hold of you but Douxie stopped him 'but I'm not letting her go' he said clutching you
- the scene unfolding in front of Merlin and Morgana is heartwrenching, however, it was your last wish
- Merlin and Morgana begin chanting, the spell starting, and Douxie felt his memories of you fading, his eyes grew heavy, but his arms never let go of you, sobbing as he can feel more and more memories of you disappear
- When the spell is done Douxie fell unconscious, tears in his eyes, yet he never let go of you
- Merlin used his magic to open a portal to Douxie room tucking him in bed while Morgana take your body from his embrace
- she hugged your cold body, grieving
- but that's when she realized, a faint, almost gone heartbeat of yours
- a small warm light came from your chest and she notices the gift she gave you the day after your debutante, a necklace with a pendant made from heartstone
- she gave that to you because as she said how heartstone linked with life magic, it was just a theory and myth until she saw what happened to you
- she called merlin in urgency, explaining to him what happened
- there's still a lot to uncover about life magic, but the scarcity of its user does not help. you however were the lucky ones to have possessed such magic
- Merlin encase you in his time crystal stopping you from progressing worse and with Morgana, began to research more about the connection between life magic and heartstone
- They found out the healing properties of heartstone somehow synergizes with your magic, keeping you alive despite your comatose near-death state
- Merlin decided to embed you to the heartstone, a practice no one ever heard of, he and Morgana decided for the best to let yourself frozen inside it
- maybe then, a miracle may happen
- but they also didn't forget the memory spell cast and tried to erase any traces of you from the kingdom, now that they've cast the spell, the only thing left is to erase any physical traces left of you
- all but one thing
- a spell bracelet you made for Douxie, Merlin knows you've been working on it for a long time, to help Douxie using his spell better
- Douxie didn't know you made this one, so he can still have this right?
- When Douxie woke up, memories about you gone, he came back to how he was before, cheery and spirited
- but something was missing
- When his birthday came around, Merlin gave the spell bracelet to him saying it was a gift and the boy was elated, the first gift from his master
- but something tugged his heart, and deep inside Douxie felt a sliver of pain, he didn't know why but a tear escaped from his eyes
- he frantically tried to erase it, laughing and joking about how touched he is because of the gift from 'Merlin' but Merlin only look at him with something in his eyes for a moment before turning his head and continuing to work
- leaving Douxie and his thoughts swirling inside his mind
- why does it feel like something is taken from him instead the moment he acquired this?
