Rabbit Hole Space

Cafe Boy:

Relationship: Strangers turned Mutual Pining

Scenario: A slight spark between a customer and a cafe worker blooms when Y/n, a girl goes to relax after a long week of school & work, and the new worker, Douxie, catches her eyes. (Also Y/n does remote work so she doesn’t leave her apartment much)

Setting: Before the start of trollhunters

A/n: HEAVILY self indulgent and fem reader

Warnings: OOC Douxie

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Third Person POV

Another day, another pile of assignments and another day of Julia being stuck in her room, all the assignments from her school and work were starting to become overwhelming. Not to mention that with all the work she’s been given, the only time she left her apartment was to go to classes and get groceries, which was depressing. (same)

However, with living in Arcadia all her life, she felt like she was living in a constant loop, having felt like things are too boring, but, knowing for her sake, she should go on a walk, more specifically, to treat herself at her favorite place, Mr. Benoit. 

First Person POV (Y/n's)

After I finally finished up my last assignment for the week, I quickly submitted it and closed my laptop, the light from the screen straining my eyes as I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand. On it, it reads 7:27 pm, so much for an afternoon walk, but I am feeling hungry and don’t feel like cooking. 

I changed into a clean hoodie and pants, grabbing my wallet, phone, keys and headphones, before exiting my apartment and closing the door. Usually I would take a short path, but given that I haven’t left my apartment for a few days, I decided on taking the longer path, putting my headphones on and playing a random song on my playlist. 

After about a few minutes of walking, the lights of Mr Benoit came into sight, and I took my headphones off, resting it on my neck as I entered the building and headed to one of the couches, grabbing a menu from the coffee table as I laid against the back of the couch. 

I looked at the menu for a moment before a voice took me out of my thoughts, but it wasn’t the voice of any of the usual workers. 

Third Person POV

“Are you ready to order?” Y/n looked up and was caught off guard by the new face, and well, that he was cute too. After a few seconds, she nodded, not wanting to make things awkward. 

“Y-yeah.” She cursed herself at the stutter, “I’d like a (Favorite food) and a (Favorite drink) please.” He nodded and wrote down the order, taking the menu as she handed it to him, and he headed to the kitchen. 

After he left her line of sight, she put her headphones back on, put her hoodie up and pulled the strings, groaning as she laid on her side, grateful it was pretty empty inside the building. 

A few minutes went by and she was watching a random gameplay on her phone, having her hood off and sitting more comfortably on the couch. Her stomach continuously rumbling as she hadn't eaten much during the day, stressing over the deadlines of work and scrambling to finish them.

"Seems like you really needed this." An accented voice said beside her, with a slight chuckle as a tray was placed on the coffee table in front of her, her face heated up in embarrassment. "I can't even deny that." She mumbled, grabbing the tray and putting it on her lap, hitting play on the video on her phone.

Before Douxie could turn to continue working, the video playing on Y/n's phone got his attention, "Is that (favorite game)?" His hand was on the top of the couch as he watched some of the game on her phone.

"Uh yeah, it's the latest installment." Y/n shifted a bit in her seat, giving room on the couch, tilting her screen so he could see the video better. Douxie sat next to her as he kept watching the screen, she decided to disconnect her headphones so he didn't have to read the subtitles, making the awkward tension in her melt as they got comfortable.

They spent a good chunk of time watching the gameplay, both of them adding their comments on the story, the gameplay, and Douxie even hummed a bit of the soundtrack, getting a small laugh out of Y/n as he did different air instruments based on what he heard.

"Aren't you gonna get in trouble?" She asked him as she searched up videos related to (favorite game), and he shrugged, "Maybe, but today's slow and my shift is about to end soon, plus, I got some new plans now." He replied in a slight flirtatious manner, earning a soft chuckle from her.

"No one you know likes (favorite game)?" She clicked on a new video, but turned her gaze onto him, "Oh, they know it, just, not that interested, not their style, but, it's nice that someone else likes it." He turned to look at the screen. "Not even online?" That got a little chuckle from him, "Too busy too, and besides, with 2 jobs and classes, I don't want it to feel like a chore."

That earned a small nod from her, "That's fair, and, two jobs?" He chuckled, "Yep, here, and the bookstore nearby. What about you? Do you work anywhere here?" She looked back at her phone, "Online, (job), it pays well, and I don't have to leave my place, not to mention it's pretty fun to do when I'm in the right mood." She explained as he let out a small hum, the sound of the video feeling like background noise.

"That's pretty neat." He gave her a little smile, "Must be nice to do it at your own speed, and to not leave your place. Here, you got the occasional jerk who doesn't tip cause you weren't fast enough, you didn't get the order right but they changed their mind and didn't tell you, OH, and there's always the customer who says they don't like what they ordered and ask for a refund, even though they ate all of it." Douxie ranted, exaggerating his arms while explaining it to her, but he explained it while laughing a bit. (BTW these are stories I saw on videos and read online)

She let out a small laughing fit of her own as he ranted about some customers, "And how long have you been working here now?" She wiped her eyes as he let out a dramatic sigh, "About 3 weeks now, and I already want to quit, but I can't afford to." He made an exaggerated sad face, before laughing a little.

"Man, and I thought not leaving my place was tragic, but I do not envy you if those moments are consistent." She took a sip of her drink, "Luckily they aren't, but even those short moments make me want to scream in the backroom." He leaned back on the couch, looking at his watch, earning a little confused look on Y/n's face.

The both of them had gotten off work and came back to their shared place at the same time, when Reader would often finish their work late.

So then when they have settled into the comfort of each other while tryna eat something light, Reader out of nowhere says something unhinged, literally diabolical thing they had thought on the job. Where a body dissolved in bleach and Drano turned into gelatinous pudding-like flesh, comparing it to mango cups from the Asian market while they're eating. Reader describes poking the remains and wanting to show him, then had the nerve to ask how was his day, while he sits through it internally what the fuzzbucket and goes like 'uhh okay, nice info. But while were eating?' But no harm done, Douxie had gotten immune to it (no he doesnt)

And then again when their gonna go to sleep, Reader had the gall to yap about some diabolical things again but Douxie stops them before they start again (anyways, i ran out of ideas lmao)

Also sorry if this request is too specific, you can always change what the unhinged stuff Reader says. If you dont want to do this request its fine to ignore it.

Stars on your skin Pt 2 :

Relationship: Pining on each side (my boy is touch starved)

Scenario: After Y/n's little declaration, Douxie, kinda died of flustered ness and embarrassment, and ended up making a bit of a fool of himself after.

Warning: Flustered Douxie and I wrote this at midnight so unedited

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3rd Person POV:

At her words, Douxie immediately fell back on the chair, hitting the floor before he groaned in pain, mumbling, “Fuzzbuckets,” under his breath as he rubbed his head before sitting up.

“Are you good?” She kneeled next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder, which resulted in Douxie’s cheeks turning redder.

Y/n’s POV:

Turns out trying to comfort Douxie was a bad idea, as he blushed harder and since he was still next to the table, he hit his head again. Which resulted in him holding his head in both his hands, groaning more and just laying on the floor in fetal position.

I covered my mouth, not wanting to laugh, but the entire thing was pretty funny, despite Douxie being embarrassed.

“So, bad idea?” I joked a little, trying to ease his embarrassment, he nodded a little, moving his head to look at me, “I just didn’t expect that.”

“Well, I wasn’t lying.” I poked his shoulder, and that earned a little huff from him, getting a small giggle from me.

“You’re awful.” He pouted, beginning to sit up, still rubbing his head, being careful to not hit his head on the table again. Then I stood up, offering my hands to him and he took them as I pulled him up.

“I mean it, your freckles are cute.” That resulted in him pinching my cheek, “You’re trying to kill me I swear.” He then poked my forehead, before his pout turned into a soft smile, “But, thanks.”

I returned the smile, lightly patting his shoulder, which I noticed he leaned into it. Wanting to test something, I kept my hand on his shoulder, and put my other hand on his head, which wasn’t unusual, as he had his hand on my shoulder or back, and vice versa.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled a little, his cheeks faintly red, “Just noticing something.” I gently brushed my fingers through his hair, as he gave me a little smile, “Like what?”

“You want me to say it out loud?” I tilted my head a little, teasing him as I pulled my hand back from his hair, which he then rolled his eyes, “I can handle it.” He lightly patted his chest with his fist, and I softly laughed at that.

“You say that a lot.” I lightly poked his nose, where he gently swatted my hand and grabbed it, my own face burning a little, sitting back in the chair.

“You seem to be a little flustered yourself.” I stared at him in slight disbelief and laughed, “You’re the one who fell out of his chair!” I retorted and he laughed, “You surprised me!”

We both just laughed before calming down, and he pulled his chair a little closer, still holding my hand as he sat down, his other hand resting on the table as he rested his chin on his palm.

“A constellation huh?” I rolled my eyes a little, “I said it was gonna be cheesy.” He used his foot to pull my chair closer to him, “That was more poetic than cheesy.” He poked my cheek, which earned a little huff from me.

“Fair enough, cheesy really is your thing.” He smiled in satisfaction, rubbing his thumb over knuckles. “But, I’m certainly not complaining.” He said softly.

“Could’ve fooled me when you fell out of your chair.” I teased, and he pouted again, “Not gonna let that go, huh?” And I shook my head, a small smirk on my face, which got a sigh from him, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“But, I’m definitely going to make sure there’s a cushion nearby if I want to compliment you again.” That resulted in him pulling my chair completely close against his chair, earning a small yelp from me, my knees placed against his chair.

He had a little teasing smile on his face, “Like you’re any better with compliments.” He ruffled my hair, and I lightly swatted his hand.

“I doubt I’ve ever reacted that badly.” He shrugged at my words, “Maybe not to that extent, but, you walked into a wall when one of the village kids said they liked the flower in your hair.” He teased, and I groaned, placing my forehead against our joined hands.

“Ok, fair.” He laughed softly as I saw a faint bit of blue before I felt something against my hair, and I touched it, looking back up at him, “Did you?” He nodded, “It’s a (Favorite flower).”

My face burned a little, but, I didn’t mind it, “Yeah, cheesiness is your thing.” I softly laughed and he laughed too.

“So, we even?” He ran his thumb over mine, and I nodded, “We’re even.” I touched the flower in my hair, taking it out of my hair before taking my hand out of his, pinning it against his vest.

His cheeks flushed red again before looking at me, “You’re-“ I placed a finger on his lips, “Just accept it dummy.”

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Gorgeous boy-

First time poster and I'm just doing this for fun

Use of Y/n cause yolo

Also Fem reader

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Stars on your skin 

Relationship: Pining on each side (my boy is touch starved)

Scenario: During the early days of camelot and the beginning of Douxie’s apprenticeship, things were getting overwhelming for the young wizard, and during one of the few times he can have a break, Merlin’s granddaughter Y/n, noticed the little freckles he had on his face, admiring them.

A/n: This boy is so unfairly pretty-

(Also, not proofread, I wrote this in the middle of the night)

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3rd Person POV: 

It was another busy day for Douxie, with running through and around the castle in order to finish all the tasks that had Merlin assigned to him, wanting to fulfill them so Merlin would be able to teach him some lessons in magic, with his hopes to be a master wizard-, but he was getting ahead of himself. 

He’s been running himself through with the tasks (chores-) that he’s been given, and studying the lessons and books that Merlin gave him. While trying to prove himself to the older wizard, he’s been overwhelmed with everything he’s been given. 

But, there was always someone who kept him from spreading himself too thin, (Y/n), his master’s granddaughter, and someone who has tried to distance herself from her grandfather’s methods and ideology, seeing them as unnecessarily cold and distant. And, she was a breath of fresh air for the young wizard, just someone he can be in company with and breathe comfortably, and she was a good teacher as well when he needed help. Going from nervous apprentice to relaxed (and slightly confident) around her.

And he helped her too, for someone who was overshadowed by her grandfather and isolated herself as a result of it, Douxie was company that gave her what she needed. But with starting on a slightly rocky foot between them, purely ‘cause Douxie slightly fanboyed over her being related to Merlin, he made up for it by wanting to learn more about her before he went to sleep each night, evenings being their time. 

Y/n’s POV

I was in the library for most of the day, keeping away from my grandfather, Morgana, and Arthur, not wanting to hear any sort of bickering from any of them before it gave me a headache. Focusing on the pages of some random book from the shelves, the sound of a chair scraping and light groan from beside me paused my reading. 

“So, lessons went well today I’m guessing?” My teasing received a light huff from beside me, “More like a repeated lesson.” He groaned, his forehead laying on the table, “I still need to work on my magic not turning against me.” 

I put a bookmark on my page before running my fingers through his hair, “Still have no complete control?” He nodded against the table before moving his head to look at me. 

“It keeps turning against me.” I snorted a little at that, earning a small pout from Douxie, “You’re supposed to be on my side.” His hand lightly pinched my side, causing me to jerk a little. 

“Not after that.” I teased, running circles against his temple, resulting in him lightly humming before closing his eyes, the moonlight from outside hitting his skin. 

We stayed in this position for a little, his hand resting on my shoulder, lightly playing with fabric there.

“Want my help when you have free time?” It was his turn to snort a bit, “With what tasks Merlin gives me? Why not help me now?” He opened his eyes to look at me.

“You look tired.” I tucked some hair behind his ear, laying my head on my arms as I rested them on the table, and he just hummed as a response. “Fair enough.” He closed his eyes again. 

We just stayed here, Douxie breathing slowly, his eyes closed but not asleep, and I just kept looking at his face, noting the small eyebags under his eyes. I'm definitely going to tell my grandfather to calm down on the tasks. 

I kept staring at his face, noticing the length of his eyelashes, the way his brows furrowed a little as he rested his features (I stare at this boy too much-), but, this peaceful expression of his was my favorite, calm and gentle. 

And while I was staring at him, I noticed something else on his cheeks, the moonlight laying softly on his features, soft freckles on his face, dotting his face like a gentle snowfall. 

“You’re staring.” He mumbled, opening one of his eyes to look at me, but, without thinking, my fingers lightly traced against his cheeks, his eyes widening a tiny bit, before smiling and chuckling softly. “What?” 

“I never noticed that you had freckles.” I say without thinking, which has been becoming a habit when it’s just us. 

“They’re pretty faint.” His voice is soft now, “Most people don’t notice them.” He lifted his head a little, letting me see more of his face. “Are, they bad?” He mumbled quietly. 

“No, not even in the same realm.” I kept looking at the small decorations on his face, admiring them against his skin, “They’re pretty.” It slips from my mouth, but, my words are true, so why be embarrassed by them, especially with him. 

His cheeks flushed a little, his usual goofy expression shocked, before returning a soft smile at me, “Like what?” God he’s gonna kill me. 

“Depends how you want me to describe them.” I lightly poked his cheek, earning a chuckle from him, “Be, exploratory.” He teased me, earning a chuckle and sigh from me, my hand still on the side of his face, tracing over his freckles. 

“Cheesy it is then.” I joked a little, earning a gentle laugh from him, “That, is my job.” He placed his hand on top of the one on his face, “Says who?” I tease, his hand tightening a little around mine.