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Summary: Douxie tries to cheer you up after a long day.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,064

A/N:  so after posting bakery douxie i started to think about him making a cake just because you’re sad. and then wrote this real quick.

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It had been a rough day for you. More rough than usual, anyway. Luck just seemed to be turned against you as time after time little things kept going wrong. In the morning, you had spilled your drink over yourself, as you walked to work you stepped into a deceptively deep puddle, your customers were particularly unpleasant and occasionally outright creepy. On the way home, you couldn’t shake the feeling someone was watching you, and then, as if things weren’t bad enough, a storm broke when you were less than half way home.

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The Other Side of Hollywood

Part Seven

Word Count: 5.2K+

Author’s Note: I KNOW THE GIF IS FROM EPISODE ONE BUT I WANTED TO USE IT EARLIER AND FORGOT SO HAVE IT NOW INSTEAD!!! And I couldn’t find the time to make my own gif of Luke in that suit today so you’ll get it tomorrow with the finale. Also, I am genuinely concerned for Willie in the real show so I did us all a favour and changed a thing or two.

Warning: threatening language, more jolts, sad stuff.

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The plan wasn’t exactly simple… But desperate times call for desperate measures, and the band really had no other choice.

After Julie’s rousing speech the night before, planning quickly began: what the boys had been struggling over for a week was quickly solved when they were reminded by Julie of their number one strength. Being ghosts. And after Willie stopped by to check in and promised to get rid of the opening act for Panic! At The Disco overnight, and after he assured them no-one would be hurt, maimed, or made into a ghost themselves in the process, he vanished and promised to report back by morning.

It’s how Alex, Reggie and Luke found themselves standing outside the Orpheum the next day, impatient in their wait for Willie’s return while Julie paced her way around the studio at home.

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Very cute!!

Douxie Casperan: One shot

A/N: This is purely self indulgent, I thought the idea of Doux helping the reader out with the hair style of the 12th century would be super great! (In the time period it's basically anything you want goes, but they do have lots of adornments such as the ribbons meantioned!) Enjoy! :)

“Right well,” Douxie pressed his hands together, “It seems we should all go about our set tasks remaining inconspicuous, so we need to get some 12th century garbs."

. . . .

Claire looked towards Y/N, the whites of her eyes showing until at last their fingers grasped at air, ripped asunder under the scrutinizing eyes of these medieval women.

Y/N emerged from the rooms first, “These dresses are so long,” she growls hastily grabbing a fistful of the light cotton fabric stumbling at the utter disorientation. A drastic change of wardrobe.

Her head snaps up at the sound of more foot steps to be greeted with purple trailing up to an elaborate bodice and great puffy sleeves. Claire’s face is now upturned at the corners in a smile, “You look good. I like the sleeves.” Y/N nods her chin towards Claire to which she calls.

"I know!” Claire holds her arms out and does a spin. “Very nice!”

Claire hums with a nod looking over Y/N instead of purple it’s a saturated blue, but the bodice piece is still embroidered with the same fuchsia floss as Claire’s. Noticing this examination Y/N gives a playful curtesy. “Hmm.”

“Wait a minute,” she exclaims, “no fair you don’t have the sleeves!”

“Oh yeah,” with a shrug she chuckles, “they decided that my shoulders were too big for that.”

“Pft, you’d look great in these sleeves.” She replies waving a hand. “I suppose it’s handmaiden duty now. Good luck,” Claire flashes Y/N a nervous grin before exiting the door.

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Can’t believe I’m the help.” Y/N mutters pulling out the list of duties the fellow castle staff has given her.

Due to King Arthur’s new ban to the forest and the tension between the magical creatures and humans the staff has dwindled. And, unfortunately, it’s suspected that those running errands have been eaten by the Gumm-Gumms.

“Laundry, Mending, the Baker,” the list ends there, but as the staff assured there’d be plenty to do as a new set of hands as the day continued on.

Y/N continues walking, crossing the giant bridge stretching across the towers. The wind up there easily moves the ever so long dress and the previously unknotted tresses of hair.

Relishing in the warmth of the sun, basket in hand she closes her eyes to enjoy the felling of being up so high.

“I-hey! Ow.”

“Fuzz buckets, sorry love. Are you alright?”

Y/N turns, only to blink up at Douxie. No, it’s indeed the one with blue hair. However, the back is pulled into a man bun up top.

“Oh wow, I suppose that’s in?” Y/N asks tentatively eyes flashing up to the top of Douxies head before meeting his eyes.

“Uh,” he hesitates before answering, “Sure. But I can tell you that your hair situation is a mess.”

Y/N reaches up to grab a hold of some strands of hair, “No it isn’t!”

A defensive holler. Douxie sighs, “That isn’t-oh, for Merlins Sake.”

He grabs at the spare ribbon tied around your wrists, “That’s not what they’re for love.”

“It’s not?” An raised brow quickly kisses the other as it’s followed by an inquisitive puppy dog tilt of the head.

Douxie fidgets. He was not expecting that kind of unsolicited action out of you. Shifting his weight he responses.

“Care if I help you out with that then?” Arm extended back towards the direction he came from with a soft smile. Y/N nods, and trails him back to his room.

“Hold still, this is gonna take a few minutes,” Douxie hums taking out a comb and getting to work on prepping Y/N’s hair.

She sits upon the table quietly, hands placed behind her for support and ankles crossed off each other as she swings them slightly back and forth.

Y/N watches, Douxie’s eyes following the work he was doing with his hands. She can’t see what he’s doing but she can tell that there’s some type of braiding going on.

Douxie works quietly. He’s not shocked at how soft it is, it’s about as rich and luxurious as you’ve always claimed it to be.

He’s skilled at this. Knows exactly what he’s supposed to be doing even after centuries, after all he was born in this one.

“There, viola!” He exclaims, fingers working nimbly, “And a pretty bow to finish it off, for the lady.” Coming around Douxie steppes back with his arms crossed to inspect his work.

Y/N grinned running her hands along the texture, the silky ribbon intertwined and encasing pieces of hair in some manner. “Thank you,” she replies instinctively reaching to grab at a small lock of hair from the base of her neck, preceding to twirl and tug it.

“Anytime, now I have some time travel duties to attend to dear.” Douxie grins with a lopsided smirk.

“So do I, and I’m going to need to ask for your clothes,” she gestures towards the laundry basket on the other edge of the room.

“Why, If you wanted them, you just had to ask.” Douxie replies chuckling, making a few quick paces over to the corner and grabbing the basket before offering it over.

Jumping off the table and walking over to meet Douxie face to face Y/N extends her arms bumping Douxie in the abdomen with a basket of her own, “Thanks. Maybe I will next time.”

Hastily snatching the basket out of Douxies hands she turns right before exiting the door, “Oh and Douxie,” she croons before clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, “chin up.”

Douxie blinks his hazel eyes before closing his mouth and making the same tch, “Cheeky.”

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After several hours the work of the laundry, mending bin, and assisting the baker with grabbing the right ingredients was finally done for. As an errand servant in the castle Y/N quickly learned how tiring and just how much bustling about from place to place in the castle it was.

With a sharp turn down the hallway Y/N briskly walked to go grab the fabric napkins and she began meticulously, and begrudgingly folding them to be set at the Kings table for dinner.

“Oh blast it,” she growled between her teeth as she placed another folded napkin on the tray. “I can’t seem to get this darn thing to stay.”

After working all day the hair Douxie had so generously put up for her was starting to come undone. Without a mirror and without knowing the actual look all Y/N could do was put it up again by feverishly retying the ribbons end which held the whole thing up.

Perhaps that baby in the village had really tugged the lot of the knot out, Y/N pondered, struggling once again.

A grunt could be heard down the hallway and Y/N and the other castle maids and helpers quickly turned to the grand banquet doors where the sound was heard.

Only to be followed by some more clanking of metal and several loud. Booms.

The staff winced, before seeing a young Hisirdoux round the corner with eyes blown open. Y/N smiled a soft smile at seeing the punk rock boy she knew so shy and young.

He scuttled in and nervously fiddled with his fingers and with the culprit of the loud noise found, and the noises outside subsiding the kitchen staff returned to their duties.

Y/N shook her head slightly, using the palm of her hand to sniffle a snort.

Young Hisirdoux cut his hazel eyes over to her for a second. Y/N simply shrugged and gestures to her work of folded napkins before returning to it.

A few minutes later, with the kitchen mostly cleared out in light of adding finishing touches to dishes in the kitchen. Y/N went about bending over and placing one particular piece of silverware in the place setting around the entire grand hall table.

“Oh, for Pete’s Sake,” she exclaimed at the sensation. Finding the frayed edge of the ribbon dangling over her collarbone once again.

“Oh, hello there.” Hisir-Douxie replied waving his arm energetically.

With a snort Y/N waved back. Douxie was quite goofy back in the day, although, Y/N thought he was still endearingly goofy to this day too.

"You’re one of the people that other-Hisirdou- I mean me, er I brought back in time.” The tone in his voice changing dramatically throughout the entire sentence.

Y/N nodded, “That I am, but you have to kept it a secret.” She replied, making a ‘sh’ sign with her finger.

“Ha, right.” Hisirdouxie giggles while walking over. “Well, I can help with that! I’m training to be Merlins Apprentice after all.” He states matter-of-factly and thrusts a thumb into his chest.

Walking still ever so closer to Y/N, Hisirdoux stares down at the dangling offensive piece of ribbon that’s been bugging Y/N for most the of the morning.

“I could gladly fix that up for you!” He cheers with a wide grin clapping his hands together in delight.

“Really?” Y/N asks turning to face him. He furiously nods his head, hair bouncing around his face. “I’d actually really appreciate that, please.”

With a hurried jump Hisirdouxie rounds the side and hesistates before touching, “May I?” He asks voice breaking just a little.

“Go ahead.” Is the simple answer he gets before he goes in and fixes off the work of his future self coming to a pause at redoing the knot.

“And to finish it off, a pretty bow, for the pretty lady.”

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Almost A Thousand Years - 1970/80 | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  You’ve known Hisirdoux Casperan for almost a thousand years.  You’ve hated him for almost a thousand years.  And for almost a thousand years, you’ve been cursed to feel each others pain.  But somewhere in that time, things changed.  [Hisirdoux Casperan x Mostly Gender Neutral but Probably Female Presenting Based on How Historical Men Treat Them!Reader]

Word Count: 4,331

Warnings:  fighting!  blood?  bones!

A/N:  IT’S HEREEEEEEEEEEE

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You spent most of the seventies drinking coffee and tea in small cafés, reading various works, debating philosophy, and learning how to fence.  Basically, you lived the studyblr dream while continuing your work as a medical professional.

Douxie did the same, except instead of studyblr, it was more of a punk rock dream.  Your mans wore a lot of leather, played a lot of guitar, and generally did punk things.

Bular just kinda plotted.  He couldn’t do much since both you and the wizard had solidified yourselves in your respective communities.  If anything happened to either of you, it would be noticed.  He didn’t want that.

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This is soooo sweet! Great job!

Being Douxies love intrest

~ He's a shy teen but a kind one. This relationship will always be full of romance, cheesiness, and a soft boi who'd truly give up the world to make you happy.

~ When Doxuie thinks the relationships getting serious he tells you he's a mage. When you don't believe him at first he shows you magic and explains how it all works and where he learned it. If your still skeptical that goes away when Archie speaks to you for the first time. The cat explains how he's Douxies shapeshifting familar and Doxuie is indeed a magic user.

~ You two move into his flat together after that and Archie absolutely adores you and thinks your good for Douxie. You move into Douxies extra room and Doxuie surprises you by throwing you a welcome to your new apartment party for the two of you.

~ Douxie loves spoiling you. He always wants you to be happy but on the days where your sad he's there for you. Bad day? He'll bring food or cakes from his work and if he can't he'll bake something sweet for you when he gets home. He'll cuddle you with blankets on the couch and watch sappy/silly movies until you feel better. If after all that you still feel sad he has a few tricks to make his favorite person smile again.

~ On every date you go too there's always some kind of magic trick. He loves showing off to you and the way your face lights up when he does something with magic makes his entire soul ascend. He always summons flowers or chocolates on your dates but he throws in some suprrise gifts here and there to keep it interesting. He's a romantic so he's always coming up with new ways to woo you. When you give him gifts unexpectedly as a thankyou he gets the goofiest grin and holds you close happy.

~ He's so gentle when he kisses you. Every kiss to him is a gift so that's what he treats you like. A gift. His favorite type of kiss is when he craddles your cheeks and leans in kissing you slowly. But he loves every type of kiss. Rapid all over the face kisses? Nose kisses. Short pecks. Cheek kisses. Neck kisses. Forehead kisses. Hold you close and take your breath away kisses. He loves them all and gets so flustered when you surprise HIM with a kiss.

~ He loves music and enjoys talking to you about musician's and inspirations to him. Douxies old so he's talked to all the greats and has a box full of signed classic punk tees. Whenever you've had a rough day the way he likes to cheer you up by is taking out his guitar and playing a song for you.

~ If your his partner you've had to met Zoe. She likes to tease you both about how lovey dovey you are but like Archie she supports it. You three often hang out discussing magic music and whatever else comes up. She keeps you on your toes and gives Doxuie ideas for how to wow you.

~ Archie is very supportive of the relationship and is happy you make Douxie happy. And as most couples with pets go Douxies cat is now your cat. Archie will flop down on your lap when your home alone and demand pets and scratches. The familar adores you and when Douxies not around to protect you Archie is. He'll never let anything happen to you on his watch.

~ Douxie is a terrible dancer. That being said he loves dancing with you. He likes cooking and baking so when you come into the kitchen to grab a snack, music playing softly from his phone or the t.v, he'll take your hand and spin ya around playfully. He also likes hugging you from behind and swaying as he hums softly. This boy lives for the moment and he loves surprising you in the best ways.

~ If you don't play guitar Doxuie will gladly teach you how. He finds it very intimate to put his hands over yours and show you how to pluck and pull the strings. You don't have to become good at it he just likes the excuse to sneak neck kisses as he shows you how.

~ Your date nights mostly consist of staying inside watching shows but every now and then Douxie will plan a fun night out. Dinner. A movie. A walk in the park. Ice cream Palor. He always plans something memorable and fun just for you.

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