#i saw new eyes were watching me [ blinky ]

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter eleven: Smother (11/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

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

Chapter Summary: Y/n learns about Douxie’s new feelings for her. Strickler needs protection

Word count: 2582

Warnings: lil bit of angst?

(Season 1 Episode 20, 21,23,24)

Song?: Smother by Daughter

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“Jim is in more danger than we thought” Y/n grabbed one of Blinky’s books and showed him the page she was reading “Angor Rot made a bargain. He obtained his magic but cursed his soul into a single ring, the Inferna Copula” she pointed to the picture of the ring.

“Mm, picture. Helpful” said Aaarrrgghh.

“Who wears the ring, controls him” Y/n continued. When her magic came back, a lot of knowledge came back too.

“It says here that Angor’s been stealing the souls of Trollhunters in a blasphemous attempt to fill the void ever since” Blinky grabbed the book from Y/n’s hands. After a moment he turned to his friend “You don’t have to hide it from me. I might only have two eyes, but I can see clear as day. It’s obvious”

After their quest to Gatto’s cave, Blinky had returned differently. The once blue troll was now…a human.

Y/n straight herself up. She had sensed a shift in Aaarrrgghh behavior but said nothing in fear of overstepping.

“Ever since my human deformity you have been…distant” Blinky complained.

Y/n frowned. She wasn’t expecting that.

“Uh…yes. Distant” the bigger troll nodded.

“I may look different but I’m the same Blinky. How about to cheer you up, maybe later today, I could rent a mini-van we could go for a drive? Something with tinted windows, of course” Blinky offered with excitement. He was desperate to fix the problem that had separated from his friend “I hear we are not too far away from the world’s largest thermometer! I bet you could eat it!”

“Mm, not today” Aaarrrgghh shook his head and left the library.

“Perhaps another time, my dear friend” Blinky said as he watched his friend leave.

“I’m sorry, Blinky” Y/n tapped his shoulder in an attempt to calm his sadness.

Blinky sighed, still looking at the door.

—

Y/n walked down the stairs of her house in a hurry. She overslept and was late to her shift at the store.

“Hey, m-“ she stopped when she saw Blinky sitting on the couch. She furrowed her brow. Why would the troll be here?

“Oh, good, good. Good afternoon, Mr. President Eisenhower” Blinky said into the phone.

Y/n rolled her eyes “Great cover” she thought.

“I suppose I could pencil you in” he stood up and walked away to a place where Barbara couldn’t hear him.

Y/n stood still at the foot of the stairs, observing Blinky mumbling into his phone.

“Angor Rot is in the school” she heard him say.

She took a deep breath and said “Mr. Blinky, do you need a ride to the school? I could give you one” she already had her hand on the door.

“Oh, yes, yes. Thank you, very much” Blinky nodded nonstop.

They were out the door and in Y/n’s car before Barbara could say something.

She started her old car and prayed for no transit.

“Do you think I could, you know, drive?” Blinky turned to her.

Y/n turned to him. Eyes wide open. She couldn’t believe his timing.

“Not today but someday” he continued.

“No” she stepped on the accelerator.

By the time they got there the fight was over. The police was there making sure all the kids were there.

“Master Jim” Blinky ran to Jim, Toby and Claire.

“Is everyone okay?” Y/n asked “Sorry for the delay. We wanted to help but we had to make a couple bathroom breaks” she gave Blinky a dirty look.

“Oh dear!” Blinky stomach gurgled.

“How did you survive Angor Rot?” Y/n asked ignoring the troll.

“Long story” Jim sighed and turned to where Strickler was standing “Have you heard of the Inferna Copula?”

“Indeed, I have” said Blinky. He and Y/n shared a look after seeing the ring on the changeling’s hands.

—

“Okay. We wait until he’s asleep” said Jim.

“I use my shadow staff to get us in” added Claire.

“And I ever so gently remove the ring from his finger”

“Woah. Hold up there, Mr. Storyteller. Do changelings even sleep?” Toby interrupted his friend.

“Yes, but we don’t know Strickler’s schedule” Y/n explained through the phone.

The kids were reunited in Claire’s house planning how to steal the Inferna Copula from Strickler, Y/n couldn’t go because she had to make up for being late to her shift.

“Good point. New plan” said Jim “We spike his coffee with extra strength cold medicine.

“I use my shadow staff”

“And I brin my warhammer in case that doesn’t knock him out”

“And I ever so gently…”

“Wait. What if he’s not alone? His office was guarded last time” interrupted Claire.

“Okay, fine. We spike the coffee”

“Shadow staff”

“I use my warhammer to take out his goons”

“Then, I ever so gently remove the ring”

“But what if it doesn’t come off?” Toby interrupted.

“Why would it not come off?” Jim was getting nervous.

“Oh lord” Y/n said to herself.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s glued on, or he added a few pounds” Toby explained his reasoning.

“Why would it be glued on, you dingus?” Claire said.

“You said be ready for every precaution!”

“He’s waking up!” Screamed Claire.

“Oh, how is he waking up? This isn’t even really happening!” Complained Jim.

“Cut off his hand!” Claire screamed again

“What?”

Y/n giggled. She could see the desperation in his brother’s eyes.

“Use your sword. Hurry do it!” Claire insisted.

“No, I’m not gonna cut—“

“Do it! Do it! Before it’s too late”

“Wait!” Y/n stood up.

The man that was still hanging out in the store looked at her.

“Sorry” she whispered. She sat back down and turned to the side so he wouldn’t hear her.

“If you cut his hand you cut mom’s hand too”

“Oh, I forgot. Angor Rot’s binding spell” Jim sighed “We’re not ready. There’s too much risk”

The costumer came up to the register and Y/n had to put her phone down.

“We’ll figured it out, Jim” she said before hanging up.

After the last buyer left, she was finally free. Outside the sun was setting. The sky was a beautiful pink shade. Around this time, the people of Arcadia are already home or on their way, leaving the streets almost empty.

She put the store keys on her bag and stretched her arms, her elbow cracked after holding the phone for so long.

Y/n crossed the street. It’s been three days since she started avoided walking by the library were Douxie worked. She has spent a lot of time with Douxie lately and she was afraid that she was smothering him. Of course, all she wanted was to keep the routine they had the last couple of weeks: go to the library, scratch Archie’s head and hang out with Douxie until his shift at Benoit started and then go home but she was scared it was too much. What if she was too much? Maybe she should give him some space and focus on her training for a while.

Y/n lifted her eyes from the floor to see if the stoplight had changed and saw them. Douxie and the pink haired girl that worked at HexTech, Zoe, they were just a couple steps away from her. Y/n started to get close go them to say hi when he heard him:

“I don’t know how to tell her! I mean, I don’t want to be rude”

“It’s not rude to set a boundary” Zoe replied. She seemed annoyed “If she’s annoying tell her to stop”

“But she has been so nice. I don’t know, Zoe” he scratched his head.

Y/n felt the blood rush to her ears. It couldn’t be.

“Listen, I already told you this last week. Talk to her”

The stoplight shifted and everyone keep walking but Y/n just stood there, watching them leave.

Y/n’s soul had fallen to her knees. She felt her blood stopping in place, her eyes filling up with tears. She felt light-headed. Her heart was broken. She had smothered him and he was too kind to tell her.

A thunder erupted making them stop. The cold rain started to fall. Everyone rushed to get protection except Y/n that stood there, watching the spot where Douxie had told Zoe he didn’t want her

“Are you okay, kid?” An old man holding an umbrella stopped next to her.

“Yes” she sighed. Her eyes wouldn’t leave the now empty spot.

“Let me help you cross the road” the man offered.

She nodded.

The man grabbed her arm and guide her across the street, stopping under the roof of some store so she wouldn’t get more wet.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call anyone?” He put his hand on her shoulder

Y/n lifted her eyes from the floor and looked into the man’s pale blue eyes. He was much taller than her.

“No, but thank you for your kindness” she smiled.

The man smiled back.

“You remind me of my kid. Head always in the clouds” he laughed and left her under the roof.

Y/n got home and went directly to the bathroom. She dropped the wet clothes on the floor and sat in the shower. The hot water melted the sadness off her skin. Her mind was numb. No thought went through her head, just the water hitting her back. She waited for the tears to fall but they never did. Eventually, she gave up and stood up.

When Y/n got out of the shower she stepped on something hard. She lifted her foot and saw her pebble, the pebble that she thought was on her bag.

“Maybe Al dropped it here” she thought, taking the pebble to her chest.

Y/n dragged her feet to her bedroom. Her body didn’t have energy, every single bit of it left through the drain.

Eventually, she dressed up and threw herself into the bed. In the darkness, she felt something or someone stepping on her mattress but she couldn’t care. The void had swallowed her.

“What happened?” Al stood next to her head.

Y/n sighed in response.

“Doesn’t matter” he said as he curled himself next to her neck “Tomorrow is another day” he licked the single tear that had fallen from her cheek.

—

Y/n opened her eyes, she wasn’t in her room anymore, she was in the woods, the woods that she’s been dreaming all her life.

“Welcome back to the land of the living”

Y/n stretched her arm trying to feel her comforter but she wasn’t in her bed, she was laying on top of a bed of leaves. She turned to look for Al and saw him sleeping next to her feet.

“Do you feel better?” Asked the woman to her right. A shadow was blocking her face but Y/n’s recognised her anyway “A bed made of leaves is no place for a lady like you to sleep”

Y/n didn’t say anything, she could only focus on the woman’s warm hand brushing the leaves away from her hair.

“Everyone is worried about you, Y/n. You can’t keep running to the woods like this”

“That’s not true” Y/n sat up.

“Oh, Y/n of course it is”

“Hisirdoux is not. He told me himself” Y/n crossed her arms.

The woman chuckled, “He is worried the most. Your father had to stop him from running to the wood to look for you!”

Y/n imaged Hisirdoux pout when he was told he couldn’t do something and smiled.

“Look at that smiled” the women tickled Y/n side “You like him”

“I do not” Y/n blushed.

“Young love is so sweet” The women chuckled and pinched the little girl’s cheeks “There is no crime in liking the errand boy”

“Stop it” Y/n’s cheeks darken further.

“I will not until you admit it” the women try to tickle the confession out of Y/n.

“Stop” she laughed.

—

Y/n lay there in her bed for what felt months yet also felt hours. Her phone stacking with messages yet she wouldn’t answer, she couldn’t even see them in case one of them was Douxie’s.

She heard the news of the destruction of the Inferna Copula in the brief time she met with Jim by the door of the bathroom. He had stopped his rambling when he saw his sister’s lack of response but that didn’t stop him from trying to get a reaction out of her.

One morning, Jim opened the door, his armor on.

“Y/n wake up! I need your help” he shook his sister awake.

“What?” She turned to him.

“Strickler is down stairs hiding from Angor Rot”

“Is this another attempt of getting me out of bed? I told you I am sick” she turned to the wall.

“No, no. Come with me” Jim grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the kitchen.

“Slow down, Jim” the boy had gotten stronger with his training and was almost dragging his sister down the stairs “Why do you have a smelly sock?” Y/n cringed when the smell got to her.

In the kitchen, Strickler was strapped to a chair, sleeping.

“Really?” She rolled her eyes at the view.

“He said Angor Rot was trying to kill him but nothing happened”

Y/n sighed. She didn’t have the patience to deal with the changeling. She took the sock from Jim and dangled in front of his face.

“Ugh! What is that?” Strickler jumped after smelling the rotten sock.

“Wakey, wakey. We survived the night with no sign of Angor Rot. Congratulations” Jim stepped in front of the changeling and took back the sock from his sister’s hand “We thought we’d bring you some breakfast” The boy threw the sock in his face.

“I don’t eat socks” Strickler scoffed “And I don’t appreciate being tied up”

“Cry me a river” Y/n crossed her arms.

“I asked you to protect me not torture me”

“And I said I’d keep you safe, not comfortable” with his sword, Jim cut the rope that was tied to Strickler’s wrists.

“Well, the sun is up. We’ll have until sundown to get me as far away as possible” Strickler rubbed his wrist as he looked through the window.

“Fine. Let me call the team” Jim grabbed the walkie-talkie from the counter.

Y/n jumped onto the counter next to her brother.

“Trollhunter to Warhammer, you copy?”

“Oh, goodie. The puberty Patrol is on the case. I feel so safe” Strickler mocked.

Y/n rolled her eyes and stuck her leg up when Strickler started to get to close to Jim but he yanked Jim’s walkie-talkie away anyway.

“Do you think your friends will have any chance against that killer? They’ll be a liability” Jim grabbed the walkie-talkie back while Stickler talked “May I remind you, you destroyed Angor’s soul. He’ll be out for blood, be it yours or theirs”

Y/n took deep breaths, trying to control the anger that started to simmer in her stomach and not hit the changeling right in the face while Jim told his friend to look for information on the last stone.

“Smart choice. For once, you’re learning” Strickler grabbed the empty coffee pot.

“For the record, Angor Rot destroyed his own soul” Jim said giving his teacher the cereal box.

A/n: hiiii hellooo!! I didn’t forget about the update!! I just had the worst migraine in the world im sorry 💖

#tales of arcadia #douxie x reader #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #hisirdoux x reader #toa #trollhunters #my writing #til the end of eternity

[shadowbrightshine]

Final rp on this blog of Hatchblr, Will be moving to the blog linked at the end.

TRANSFORMATION

Watcher stormed away, but there was nowhere else to go. John was gone, Tim was dead and a monster was using his name, and she couldn’t reach the Lords that she cared about. The trio of boyfriends were split up by Blinky, and her watcher siblings were scared. She couldn’t do anything about it. Nothing at all. Just like always, she was useless. It was stupid to play Godmother again, she knew how it would end, that’s how it always ended. With pain and betrayal. Useless, useless and weak. What was the point? Boredom. Amusement above all, amusement, boredom and need and desire and love and hatred and-

She’d never see her little brother or sister ever again. 

“I can’t take this anymore!”

The scream echoed across the black. This declaration of pure frustration and desperation for something new reached the ears of the many she’d loved. It crossed the universes, the timelines, and the spaces between them with a blood curdling cry for help. She tried to rip herself apart, she tried to close her eyes, she tried to reach for her family. But she had no chest to rip and make bleed. There were no hands to tear at her skin, and no skin to be torn. There were no eyes to close, and no arms to hold with or be held in. Watcher, Shadow, Watcher of the black is alone. 

Come here, dear thing. Come here. 

Watcher stopped screaming and focused on this new voice. She’d heard the voices of nearly everyone on Earth in her time. She only came back to Hatchetfield because she missed home. This was new. It came from somewhere else. “...Hello?” 

You know where I am, my creation. You’ve caught glimpses of it before. Follow me, follow me. 

They sounded so kind. Like… Like who? She traveled to the edge of this world’s black. Any farther and she’d cross into the world. Only the watchers could hop between universes, or they were the only ones who could cross into them fully. She’d seen Lords communicate, but that was pretty recent in the history of her life. 

Come with me.

It was…Where was it? The infinitesimal space between universes? “You’ll have to lead me. Can you help me?” 

Do you see the cracks? I am behind them. I am them. I am so much more than you could picture. While you are there only the tiniest echo of my voice can reach you. I whisper and let it carry for distances so far, so I do not shatter the place you’re in. That crack is my voice, weakening the universe. Hurry, soon these words will rip it apart entirely. 

Watcher saw it, the glowing crack in the wall-less space. The swap was so quick. Into it she went. The In-between. There was a soft glow of not colors, unlike the Black or the White. She’d never been here before…behind her the crack widened, and split open. She watched the Black be sucked in with her. Soon the entire world she’d just come from was specks spread across this infinitely large and infinitely small space. This place was beautiful. It was changing constantly, and she could hear something like a song. It was so soft; she could stay here forever. Was this the heaven Ronnie told her about? Wait, who was Ronnie…

Come close. You can see me now, can’t you Ella? 

“...Ella?” She traveled, watching the colors change around her. They trailed around her, leading her, guiding her towards the voice. “Who are you?” 

Open your eyes dear, see me. I’m here. 

Shadow gasped. Stretching and spanning a space so large it couldn’t be described was her. She knew who it was. Mother. The Mother. “I-” 

She was massive. Black and white liquid made of glittering stars and glowing lights formed her limbs. In her nails were entire universes, each alive and bustling with life. She could see thousands of them, as her arms lifted the watcher. She- She was so- No-nonononono-

There you are. It is alright, you do not need to try and see all of me. Even you are not strong enough to handle me. I can see you, Ella. Don’t look so hard, you’ll hurt yourself… Remember who you are.

Ella. Ella Orien. Oldest of 4, daughter of Reed Orien and Wendy Orien. Younger siblings named Quincy, Hailey, and Trent. She had 3 siblings, not 2. Not 2, she had a second brother. Hailey was her little sister. She had blonde wavy hair and brown eyes. Trent had blonde hair and blue eyes, and he wanted to be an archaeologist. Quincy had short reddish brown hair and blue eyes, he was starting middle school soon. He had a scar under his right eye after a bike accident and he never rode a bike again. Wendy had bright red hair, and Reed had blonde hair.  Hailey wanted to be a ballerina, and she always asked Ella to tuck her into bed when her parents went to trivia nights. She always knocked on the door later in the night for a hug and to be assured that they were coming back soon. She knew their laughter and their screams and their anger. Her siblings…her family…her friends and her life. The life she’d lived as she searched endlessly for anything to occupy her mind. It was all sitting before her in the palm of this Goddess’ hand. 

There you are. You’ve lived such a long life now. I can see everything you saw. It is time for you to become what I made you for. You were my first Watcher. Such a fitting name for who you are. It was easy to take you from that place and make you what you are now. Ella, I need eyes and a voice. I want to see my children again. I made all these worlds to see how they would grow up and change, depending on what they saw. They are all my children, but they do not know me. I am too great to enter any singular place that I’ve made. My voice is too loud, it shatters the delicate balance of the Black and White and the physical world. With some of them I left fathers, with others I left more siblings, and still others I whispered more ‘human’ thoughts into. Some were human, and others were younger children, and still others were silly and playful. 

It is my nature, I create, and I iterate on those creations. I need others who can speak for me, and who can see for me. I’ve been dormant, resting in the constant creation and blissfully waiting for them to find me. But I’ve grown lonely here, and they are far too focused on the physical world to search for me. That’s why I took you. I wanted to see if I could form a new type of being to serve me. I needed something that started in the physical so you could embody both sides. My children’s home, and the world you come from. You were my first, so you will lead them. You have been nameless and formless for long enough. You are ready, and you are done with my training. I can see the plans you’ve laid out while you hoped to die or to be given a body again. I am happy with them. I return all of the memories you lost your grasp on. You will be the Sister. The oldest of the Watchers, just as you were before. I am proud to call you my daughter. 

“Am I…Getting a body?” So she’d been pulled out for a reason. “Can I see them again?” 

You will. Not for too long, you are no longer of the physical world, not fully. When I took you away, I filled the hole you left across all my creations. You can’t replace that space any longer. But you may see your family again for a short time, and others can tell you about them. Will you be my first Lady of my home? Will you be the Lady of the In-Between? You called yourself Shadow for Black, and for your own absence of self. Now, you will Shine with the light I give to you. I will grant you the power you so desperately wished for, and in return you will be my eyes and my voice. I will share your voice, and the voices of any Watchers who follow you. I want to see my children again. 

Ella cried with the eyes she’d soon receive. “Agreed! Yes yes yes yes! I agree I want to help you! Please, I’ll do anything. I want to be a Lady! I want to help you! I want to help Bitey and Halo and my Watcher brothers and sisters! Please!” 

Then be. 

[Shadow is no longer here. Shiney will be arriving soon. Come and follower her at Giggle's place! ]

#shine post #hatchetblr #hatchetfield #new blog #Giggles #starkid #come check it out

[the-bats-who-simp]

Blood-Hair and Sin

-A Bat Coven LLC Production-

Written by: @the-bats-who-simp

Summary: Vivian Peterson has been raised by her hyper-religious parents under the belief that she's some type of sin and scourn of the family. They work her harder to make up for it. Although, at some point, a breaking point has to be hit.

Warnings: Religious trauma, abuse, child abuse, burns, brief nudity, very light sexual content, brothels, prostitution, witches.

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"Viv, I'm serious, you have to get out of that house before it literally kills you, or worse." Samuel pressed again, leaning against the Ms. Pac-Man arcade cabinet Vivian was engrossed in. Her eyes darted around the screen, following the round yellow game sprite as it moved around the maze, eating little pellets while outsmarting the little ghosts. Ms. Pac-Man ate the last white dot on the maze before a fresh round of pellets greeted her for the fourth time.

"Samuel, if you keep distracting me, I'll fail before I'm even close to beating this score and you'll embarass me in front of everyone." She replied, not meeting his gaze. Even blinded by the arcade's flashing lights, her peripheral vision saw her friend's blatant eye roll.

"More than that "Little House on the Prairie" dress you have on? That's more embarassing than sporting a six thousand score. You already have the top two spots on this cabinet, you don't need to prove anything." Samuel protested. Vivian jerked the joystick and ran directly into a freshly reactivated Blinky, ending her run with a pathetic electronic whine. Vivian sighed, looking directly at Samuel with a peeved expression.

"Were you even listening to me?" He asked her, his blue eyes boring into her brown ones. Vivian held out a hand, palm up, refusing to dignify him with a response before he compensated her for the loss. Samuel sighed, reaching into his pocket and passing her another of his quarters. She inserted it into the cabinet's coin slot, starting up a fresh round.

"I was listening, by the way, and I don't want to hear it. I have nowhere I could go if I was to run away, or worse get thrown out." Vivian said, her eyes moving around the maze again with practiced concentration.

"You could come with me and we can split our quarters on some McNuggets or something."

"I know nothing about where you live or with whom. For all I know you're trying to lure me away to your hellhole of a house infested with rats and used needles."

"Ouch, Viv. I thought you knew me better than that." Samuel quipped back, earning an eye roll from Vivian.

"And, for the record, my father has a suspiciously keen sense of smell when it comes to fast food. Do you remember when we split that burger a couple months ago?"

"Yeah?"

Vivian just shot Samuel a look, a sad smirk on her face before returning her eyes to the arcade cabinet. Samuel just nodded, watching Vivian finish the round, a new set of pellets illuminating her face. Round cheeks, brown eyes framed by long eyelashes, her lips a perfect dusty rose color, none of which was touched by makeup. Her most discernable feature was, of course, being her bright red tresses cascading down her back, a perfect match to freshly spilled blood.

Vivian's mother harshly straightened it every morning, even the smallest of waves that appeared in it upset her. Vivian accepted it as a way of life, Samuel wondered if it had anything to do with her parents' stick straight hair (had her father grown it out beyond a crop, that is). He never voiced this to her in depth; even if he did, Vivian's understanding of genetics was slim.

"What time is it?" She asked after a while, finishing her third round. Samuel glanced at his watch, pursing his lips.

"Five-oh-three?"

"FUCK!" Vivian swore, once again jerking her joystick harshly, earning her another electronic whine.

"What?" Samuel asked. "We usually stay out for a little longer. Isn't dinner for you at six-thirty?"

"Yeah, but I need to grocery shop, too. I wanted to be at the store by five." Vivian abandoned the machine and grabbed Samuel by his shirt sleeve, running out of the front of the arcade.

"Viv, relax, it's okay, I'll come help, just tell me what you need." Samuel replied, speedwalking next to Vivian. She wasn't much of a runner, both because it made her cough and because she didn't want to get her clothes sweaty.

"Okay, okay, uh... for dinner itself, I need chicken, asparagus, potatoes, I think we need more lemon pepper, too... Peanut butter, the Planters brand, smooth and don't you dare even touch the Peter Pan brand--"

"What do you have against Peter Pan?"

"Nothing, but Peter Pan's a magical boy in a magical land."

"Right... and I thought you liked crunchy peanut butter?"

"I do, but Joseph doesn't and he throws a fit if he doesn't get smooth... God, I never get what I want for food."

The pair burst through the doors of the local general store at about five-sixteen. Vivian grabbed a basket at the same time Samuel did, darting off in different directions of the shop.

Plain Cheerios, one-percent milk-- not two-percent, a block of cheddar cheese, frozen peas and carrots, spaghetti, we still have a jar of tomato sauce at home, don't touch the candy-- you haven't done anything to deserve sweets, you never do, Father needs his toothpaste-- mint, not wintergreen, the freshest beef for the lowest price, broccoli, green beans, and white bread on top-- Father can't stand squished bread.

Vivian and Samuel met back at the till, only slightly out of breath. She roamed her eyes over the selection Samuel had picked out, eyeing the chicken breasts in particular.

"Was that the lowest price?" She asked skeptically.

"By thirteen cents." Samuel replied.

"Chicken gets more expensive by the week." Vivian sighed, passing the baskets to the worker and pulling out her coin purse, praying she had enough. "Good luck to me to explain that to Father..."

Vivian handed over the money as the cashier handed her back her brown paper sacks of groceries and her change, two dollars and fourteen cents. She bid him goodbye and wordlessly nodded to Samuel, parting ways as the sun started to sink behind the distant mountains. It cast a nice orange glow on the surrounding area. Vivian knew, on the other hand, the longer her shadow grew, the less time she had before she had to be home. Hopefully her dinner with her two dollar and extra offering would be enough to please her parents for the night, even if she was cutting it close.

Don't be silly. It's never enough.

The house wasn't very big. It was all one story with a slanted roof, giving the illusion of a second story. Living room, kitchen, dining room, one and a half bathrooms, and three bedrooms. Viv supposed she could count herself lucky that she got one room to herself. Her parents didn't want her sharing with her brothers and her older sister had married and moved out years ago.

Vivian took in a deep breath before pushing the front door open, struggling with her bags while trying to get her shoes off. No dirt should be tracked in. Using her toes, she delicately placed them perfectly in their designated spot and moved through the living room to the kitchen. She set the sacks down and started pulling things out, setting aside the ingredients for dinner near the stove. Her eye caught the price label on the plastic covering the chicken again, silently groaning over the slightly higher than usual price.

"You're a bit later than usual." Vivian's mother said deceptively calmly, sliding into the kitchen. Angela's dark brown hair was tied in a tight bun at the base of her head, very faint gray streaks shooting through it. Vivian had tried buns for a while, trying to avoid the straightener, but her hair always fell out soon after.

"Register was having trouble." Vivian lied evenly through her teeth, carefully moving the bread to the breadbox as if transporting crown jewels.

"Your hair didn't hold as well today." Angela said, her eyes flicking up and down. What had started the morning as straight sticks had turned into waves, the hairs near the top of her head full on curls. Vivian swore silently, knowing sweat and running was the cause. Well respecting ladies don't run, they don't get sticky. She instead shrugged.

"It comes loose sometimes. You know how it goes." Vivian replied, reaching for her coin purse and passing it to her mother. "Two-fourteen. Prices climbed a bit more today."

Angela took the coin purse silently and left the kicthen soon after. Vivian exhaled and went to preheat the oven before washing her hands. She never really understood why her parents held her in such contempt in particular. They were lenient with the boys and Rebecca wasn't treated nearly as cooly. Though, then again, Rebecca didn't--

Vivian shoved the thought away, rubbing at her arm before grabbing a knife to free the chicken from its packaging.

***

Mashing potatoes by hand always left Vivian with a strong cramp below her right thumb, but she never dared voice it. Everyone took their potatoes with butter except for Joseph, her youngest brother, he took his plain. Angela liked pepper on hers, her father liked garlic. Vivian chose garlic, butter, salt, and cheese. Isaac always jeered her for adding cheese. Vivian always ignored it.

Vivian had made it a habit to eat quickly so she would be the first one done. She was expected to take dishes to the kitchen and wash them as soon as someone was done, regardless if she was finished eating or not. Her food would always be cold by the time she wss able to get back to it. "A wife must drop everything to please her husband," her parents would say. Vivian knew better than to bite back with something sarcastic.

Vivian's oldest brother, David, was the last to finish, so she grabbed his plate the second he ate his last bite, hardly giving her a thank you for the service or complimenting her cooking. David left and before Viv could return to the kitchen to clean it, her father stopped her.

"Vivian, come to the living room once you're done." Silas said tonelessly.

"Yes, sir." Vivian replied, skittering to the kitchen with a racing heart. Odds were good that she was about to be reprimanded, and odds were even better that she'd go to bed crying because of it. Still, it was better to not keep her parents waiting, so she couldn't even take her time with the washing. The sponge still shook in her grasp.

Vivian put the plate on the rack and moved to the living room, finding her parents standing in front of her father's sitting chair. It was one of the nicest things in the house, leather with a nice knitted blanket over the armrest. Viv knew it as the chair she sat in when she was going to get chewed out, as did the other Peterson children. Her parents' logic was that they wouldn't want to sit in Silas' big comfy chair if they associated it with being punished.

Vivian sat in it graciously, her posture perfect and a neutral expression on her face, looking at her parents expectantly.

"I assume you know what this is about?" Silas asked. Vivian swallowed.

"I promise, that was the cheapest chicken by thirteen cents." She blurted.

"Yes, because that store owner is a damned crook. But that's not what this is about."

"It's not?" Vivian blinked. If it wasn't the chicken, then it was only going to get worse. That would have been her getting off easy.

"No. Your mother noticed your hair was stringy and the sweat stains on your dress. It only got to sixty-three degrees today."

"Yes, sir."

"You ran home, didn't you? Because the register was having trouble?"

There was no point in denying it. "Yes, sir."

Silas' lips flattened and curled up slightly. More dangerous of a sign than a poisonous bug flashing their colors to ward off predators.

"How many times must you be told to not lie? I'll give you exactly one chance to correct yourself." He said thinly. Vivian began to sweat.

"I...I lost track of time."

"Why did you tell your mother that it was the register? Someone else's fault?"

"Because... because..."

"Because you were at the arcade again. With that boy we said you couldn't see." Silas spat. Vivian went from sweating to freezing, a chill pumping through her veins that made her heart pound faster than a jackrabbit.

"I-I-I..."

"Entering a place of sin, frivolity, let alone with a boy we forbade you from talking to. Vivian Eve Peterson, what do you even have to say for yourself?" Angela snapped.

"What problem do you even have with Samuel? He's the only person who's ever nice to me." Vivian replied before she could stop herself.

"Because he just waltzed into your life one day and tempts you to do sinful things. How can we even be sure he hasn't desicrated you?"

A shot of anger ran through Vivian, emboldening her. "He has not, I'm still pure. But it's just an arcade, it's not like he takes me to whorehouses."

Silas' eye twitched. "Those places are distractions and full of sin. Shallow, superficial lies, deviations from the word of the Lord, full of gambling, violence, magic, and countless other things."

Vivian had no idea where her courage was coming from.

"Who are you to condemn violence when you beat us raw whenever we disobey?" Vivian hissed, standing up out of the chair. She could see her father getting angrier and she felt a strange satisfaction in it. She continued. "And of course the one time someone is nice to me and doesn't see me as the weird religious girl everyone else does, you forbid me from seeing him. You're setting me up for failure."

"What makes you think you deserve kindness, girl?" Silas spat in her face. Vivian hardly flinched.

"Because it's not my fault you treat me like shit. I was born and you immediately wrote me off as an affront to God. The only reason Joseph exists is because you couldn't let your last child be such a sinful creature. What the fuck made you think your newborn daughter was a crime??" Vivian yelled, pulling out swear words she would have been slapped for on a normal day.

"Your mother believed she saw an angel before you were born, promised you would turn out good if we named you Vivian. It was a false prophet and your hair turned that hideous shade, a sign of your sin." Silas snapped.

"My sin?? How was that my fault? It was Mother's vision and you went along with it. That was your decision that you're punishing me for. Do you realize how fucking insane you sound?"

"Your mother took it as a sign she was forgiven. You're the production of sin. Your mother broke her vows and slept with someone else to get you. You're an unclean child I only allowed in my house because we wanted to keep you from being seduced by Satan. It was our obligation."

Vivian didn't seem as blindsided by the news as one might have expected. Instead, she grinned up at Silas. "You abused and fucked up a child just because of a mistake your wife made. No, you know what, I'm glad she did. That way, my father's not some abusive, narcissistic piece of shit!"

Silas was at that point where he was so beyond angry, he seemed calm. He held out his hand and Angela produced a small bottle, passing it to him. Vivian's eyes widened, suddenly realizing how far over the line she lept. Her brothers and Rebecca had often had the belt as their punishment, maybe some flown fists if they were bad enough. Vivian on the other hand was privy to a special punishment, one her siblings couldn't receive in the same way.

"We do have other ways of proving your sinful ways, girl." Silas said, almost too calmly. He uncorked the bottle of clear liquid and poured some in his hand, a small puddle resting in his palm. Then, he threw it right at Viv.

All poor Vivian could do was scream, feeling the white hot burns splash onto her face. She was lucky it didn't hit her eyes; she went blind in her right eye for a week once. Silas grabbed Vivian by the arm and yanked her dress sleeve so it tore off at the seams. He held her wrist tightly before pouring more of the liquid on her arm. Vivian let out an even louder wail, so loud her voice broke before she took a breath to scream louder. An angry red burn ran down her arm, perfectly matching the shape the holy water had taken when being dripped onto her skin.

"You screamed when you were baptized. One dunk and you wailed louder than you did when you were born. Red as the little devil baby you are."

Vivian sobbed, trying to wrench her arm free from Silas' grasp, begging for it to stop. All he did was pour again, further aggrivating the wound and making Viv's vision go blurry from pain.

"Stop, please! Momma, make him stop!" She sobbed. Angela didn't give a single sound of reply, just watching from behind her husband. Silas then poured the last of the holy water on Vivian's arm, making sure to splash a few more drops on her face to produce more angry welts.

Vivian finally screamed so loud and so potently. The lights in the house flickered and the walls shook, knocking the portrait of Jesus off the wall and causing the glass to shatter. The crosses hung around flew off their mounts, clattering to the ground nearby.

Vivian felt the grip on her arm completely loosten, and she ran for the front door, seeing her parents cowering together as the walls continued to shake. Viv had no idea what she had done, she knew this was her doing, but she felt... proud of herself, empowered almost. Over the roar of the trembling foundation and flickering lights, she yelled.

"If you think of me as a sin, then think of me as a fucking sin. I'm much happier being a devil than whatever box you tried to forge for me through abuse. If I ever fucking see either of you again, I'll do much worse, I assure you."

Vivian threw the door open and ran into the night, leaving the now stilled house behind her.

***

Vivian hadn't exactly thought that far ahead when she ran. She was proud of herself, finally able to breathe for the first time in twenty years. At the same time, all she had on her was a torn dress, socks... and one special item. Guided by the light of the full moon, she sat behind the arcade, closed and locked for the night. She reached into her bra and pulled out a tiny wooden jar labeled in Samuel's oddly clean handwriting: "Burn Cream."

Vivian's burns couldn't be treated with the usual creams the stores sold, so one day Samuel came to her with a special blend he'd created that cleared the wounds up pretty quickly. Burns could happen anytime, so she always kept a jar of it on her person just in case. Before that, they always took weeks to heal and Viv hated constantly having to say they were cooking burns. Nobody ever believed her, but nobody ever pried, either.

She scooped a little of the cream onto her finger and spread it over her arm, the slight sting making her seethe. She applied the rest on her finger to her face, making the welts vanish within a few minutes. Her arm, on the other hand, would probably take a full day to heal.

She took the time to process and try to figure out her next move. Finding out she was the product of adultery should probably have shaken her more than it actually did.

In reality, she almost felt relieved. She didn't have a psychopath as a biological father. It made her curious, wondering what man could have possibly charmed Angela Peterson away from her husband. No wonder her mother's eyes got shifty when sermons would focus on remaining faithful.

The angel was interesting. Vivian wasn't honestly fully convinced of a higher power, but clearly something had visited her mother and had the power to change Vivian's hair color just from giving her the name. It could have been a lie, but nobody's hair could have grown that particular shade of red naturally. Vivian felt proud of her blood red hair, especially now that she knew why it was such a shame to her parents. The straightening made sense now, too. Curly hair wasn't a trait seen in any of her family members. Clearly her mother wanted to try and pass Vivian off as less of a great shame.

All in all, Vivian was quite happy with herself and her decision to run away. She wasn't sure what to make of the house shaking, but it made her curious. Maybe there was something more to her than she thought.

In the meantime, though, Vivian had no money and nowhere to stay. She supposed she could try and track Samuel down, but she had no idea where to start, and word might get out quickly about what happened. Most people would slam the door in her face when asked if they would help at best. Vivian shuddered thinking of the worst. No, she had to flee town, quickly. She'd be leaving Samuel, sure, and it pained her, but he'd probably be better off without her. God only knows he might be forced to cut her off anyways.

Thinking of Samuel reminded her of a conversation they'd once had. Rumors of the old building next to the laundromat with a basement. Password protected. A secret sex speakeasy of sorts, different than most brothels since this one allowed for same sex mingling. Vivian had called Samuel crazy for believing it, but after paying closer attention to the building and the people going near it, it didn't seem so far-fetched. She wouldn't ever admit to Samuel that he was right, though. She hated "I told you so's."

Finding a brothel and... what, working at it? An ultimate sin, selling your body for pleasure, let alone for other women to touch. Vivian's literacy in sex was limited, but what she did know was that asking if it was normal to want to kiss girls had gotten her slapped silly, yet it didn't disuade the thoughts, far from it. Second, she found that the thought excited her. Working in a pleasure house, it made her stomach flutter and her lower regions tingle. Besides... she needed the money and she had no other way to find employment. What a shame.

Vivian dusted off her skirt and slunk behind buildings, paying close attention to the streets and surrounding areas. By now it was probably close to midnight, yet Vivian was the furthest thing from tired. Even after resting, her adrenaline was still pumping.

Forty minutes later, she rounded the back of the laundromat and found her destination. A brick building, two stories high with one singular window blacked out by paint or a curtain. The sign above it advertised as being a secondary entrance for the laundromat, but please use the main entrance.

Vivian studied the door, looking somewhat normal save for a mail slot being close to eye level for her. Hesitantly, she knocked on the door.

The supposed mail slot slid open from the side and a pair of green eyes greeted her, looking her up and down curiously.

"Yes?" A voice asked her. No turning back now.

"I-I... My name is Vivian and I'm... interested in employment... here?" She replied. The eyes narrowed.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty... I've been thrown out of the house and I don't have any means of supporting myself or other options." She said. The eyes looked at her for a moment before the slot slid shut and the door unlocked with a click. Vivian slid inside, finding herself in front of a larger man with a broad build. Handsome, if a little scruffy.

The space was small, mostly consisting of a stool the man likely sat on and a stairwell leading to another door, well lit. She could hear faint sounds coming from the other side. Talking, music, perhaps... moaning? Vivian's pulse quickened again.

"Miss Jenevelle is who you need to talk to. Down the stairs, to your left, door's hard to miss, 's got lilies on it." The man told her. Vivian nodded.

"Th-thank you." She said, running down the stairs and pulling the heavy wooden door open. Immediately all her senses were assaulted. Dim yellow lights illuminated everything, music played from unseen speakers that Vivian could almost feel in her chest. It smelled of perfumes and sweat, and people mingled and chattered with each other. Her eyes flicked around, seeing nearly naked women in red lacy underwear either clinging to poles, dancing sensually, or getting close with patrons. Vivian saw one with blonde hair and brown eyes sit in a ginger woman's lap, licking the side of her face as she guided the woman's hands to her barely covered breasts. The display sent an explosion of feeling in Vivian's core, excitement and... perhaps arousal? She saw a few mostly naked men here and there, wearing red underwear that left little to the imagination. She blushed, turning left and quickly locating the door decorated with lilies.

A woman with dark hair in two braided buns on top of her head sat at a desk, writing on some papers and mumbling to herself. The office wasn't overly decorated, about as bright as the rest of the brothel with plants and a stack of vinyl records on a shelf. The player sat next to it, a record of what Viv somewhat recognized as Phil Collins played. The woman looked up at her, wearing a thin yet warm smile.

"Can I help you, sweetheart?" She asked.

"I-I... I'm Vivian, your... doorman let me in." Vivian stuttered.

"What a pretty name. I'm Miss Jenevelle, I run this place. You must have had a good reason for Damon to let you in." Vivian blushed at the compliment.

"W-well... I've just been thrown out of the house. My parents are... very religious, you see, and I... it's complicated. But I have no way to support myself and no connections... a friend of mine mentioned this place and I was hoping to... seek employment?"

Jenevelle chuckled, standing up. "Quite the leap for you, I see. You're of age, I assume?"

"Twenty as of April."

"This is truly a last resort for you?"

"I don't know where my friend lives and I'd suspect he'd be forced to distance himself from me. It's a small community and my parents have labeled me as a sin, demon spawn..." Vivian's eyes turned down to her still healing arm. Jenevelle seemed to notice, but didn't push the issue. She seemed to understand the whole story then and there.

"I assume you're... untrained in this type of work?"

"I'm a virgin if that's what you're asking. Although I've... heard little bits and pieces. I-I like men, but I find myself more drawn to... women..."

"I figured as much. Most places wouldn't offer that option, so you had to come here."

"Sure."

"You do realize what this line of work entails, right? It's not as glamorous as you may think. Things can happen and I can only protect you from so much of it."

"I know. But I figured this would be better than most of those other places. I just need some... training and then I'll do whatever I need to do."

"Right." Jenevelle pulled out a tape measure from her pocket. "Dress off, please."

Vivian blushed and undid the buttons of her dress, sliding out of it and letting it pool around her ankles. Her underwear was entirely unremarkable, almost embarassing. Jenevelle started taking measurements around various parts of Vivian, waist, torso, thighs, bust (Vivian felt butterflies again at that point), shoulders, neck, among other places.

"No hesistation, huh?"

"No use hesitating in a place like this."

Jenevelle smiled, putting the tape measure away. "Would you need lodgings?"

"Please."

"Any allergies?"

"No... but tomatoes make me squirm."

"Squirm?"

"It's a texture thing." Vivian whispered sheepishly. Jenevelle chuckled.

"I can't handle bananas, it's fine. Any perfumes you like?"

"I never had any, but I like vanilla, lavender, and the smells of a campfire. Wood, fire, smoke... Cigarette smoke is nice, too, although I don't... smoke..."

"I'll see what I can find, maybe I'll let you sample some I have and see what you like. I assume you don't know how to do makeup, so I'll have someone else do it for you." Jenevelle paused, inspecting Vivian's face. "Although you do look pretty without it already, especially with that beautiful hair of yours."

Vivian blushed hard enough that it could have matched her hair.

"I can already tell you'll be a favorite here. Now, you have a smaller bust but wider hips and shoulders, so I'll give you this for now." She passed Vivian a set of red underwear identical to the ones the girls wore outside. It was lacy, decorated with roses and shiny from the satin material underneath. Jenevelle also passed Vivian a red satin robe that went to her knees.

"Go ahead and get changed, sweetheart. Do you want me to turn around?"

"N-no... it's okay. I'll have to get used to this at some point."

"Good girl." Jenevelle purred, making Vivian blush even harder, making her feel even more fluttery and made her lower area even more tingly. As if on autopilot, Vivian stripped out of her underwear and slid the lacy red set on. The cups were slightly too big, but it was comfortable otherwise. Very comfortable. Vivian almost felt even more confident in it, perhaps spiced by a lingering feeling of shame knowing the list of sins she'd comitted in the last ten minutes alone.

She didn't find herself caring anymore.

Vivian slid the robe on and tied it closed, picking up her old clothes and unceremoniously tossing them in the trash by Jenevelle's desk. They spilled over the edge, but neither cared. Jenevelle rested her hand on the small of Vivian's back and guided her back to the office door.

The crowd seemed as lively as ever, the music still beating and the smell only growing thicker. Viv wasn't sure where exactly Jenevelle was taking her, but she did catch a few peoples' eyes as she passed. Two men eyed her with small smirks, three women watched similarly. One of them Viv was close enough to hear call her a pretty little fox. Vivian blushed at the praise, staying close to Jenevelle while hiding her smile. The attention, she liked it. Far more than she expected. She was never considered anything close to cute, let alone pretty or beautiful. She could get drunk on this feeling, she was sure of it.

Jenevelle sat Vivian down in a booth similar to that of a restaurant in tbe back corner, a smile on her face.

"See? Favorite. Let me go get a few things and then introduce you to the other girls." She said, kissing Vivian's forehead and blending back into the crowd. Vivian blushed, observing the crowd eagerly as the fluttery feeling refused to go away. She sighed contentedly, leaning back against the booth's seat.

"Charming place." A new voice said, feminine. Vivian opened her eyes and looked to her right. She was greeted by a pretty young woman with pale skin, glasses, tattoos, and pale purple hair. Viv's heart started thudding again.

"I-I'm... I..."

"It's all right, sweetling, I'm not expecting any services. You're new here."

"Do you come here often?" Vivian asked.

"No. This is my first time. It's a shame, though, I'm sure the others would love it here. Especially Kit."

"Others?"

The purple haired woman smiled. "Vivian, do you believe in witches?"

"You know my name?"

"Yes, and I know you've recently been kicked out of the house after a last straw incident with your hyper religious and controlling parents. You made the house shake and the lights flicker. It was practically a beacon you set off." The fluttering stopped, replaced with disbelief mixed with curiosity.

"How did you know about that?"

"Like I said, that was practically a beacon you shot out. We'd heard that the last witch had been born and we've been waiting for the right time to come and find you."

"Witch? We? What are you talking about?"

"You, Vivian, are a witch. The last of the seven witches in our coven. We live in a village called Paradiso, protecting this world from demons and other dark forces. My name is Nora, and I've been tasked to find you, as I was the others."

"Miss, have you had too much to drink?" Vivian asked, concerned. Nora just laughed.

"No, I promise. I know this sounds insane. It sounded insane to me, too, at first. I was the first witch to be found all the way back in the 1400s."

"You don't look a day over twenty-five."

"We're immortal. So, too, will you be. Vivian, shaking the house was only a fraction of your potential, and so potent so soon, too."

"Are... are you asking me to just drop everything and go with a total stranger to a witch coven several states away?" Vivian asked.

"You have nothing to your name, Vivian. As charming as it would be to be in this line of work, it's not for you. You have potential for greater. Something more than you ever expected to be. Just... please, at least allow me to explain to you on the way there. It's a long journey and it's more comfortable than in here."

Vivian pondered the strange woman, Nora, for a moment. She was by far the most unique woman she'd ever met. In looks and her knowledge. Vivian's outburst was something she was willing to take to her grave, not take as a sign of latent witchcraft abilities...

Then memories started to flicker in her mind. Mixing things like flowers and lotions in bowls, trying to bring home pets she found in the park, mumbling incoherent things that just... came to her. Vivian was punished for these things, of course, but even despite that, she continued to do it.

And, truthfully, she trusted Nora. More than she trusted Jenevelle, certainly. The warmth in her chest here was different than the adrenaline and excitement from earlier. Nora made her feel at ease, calm, like she'd found a missing piece.

And, really, it sounded like fun. Worth a shot; she'e be no worse off than if Nora was lying. Vivian suspected she wasn't, though.

"Miss Jenevelle will be back soon. We'd better go." She said. Nora offered Vivian her hand, which she took eagerly. She felt a spark at the contact, beyond normal static electricity. Vivian smiled as Nora pulled her out of the seat and through the crowd. Out the door, up the stairs (Damon didn't even seem to notice them), and into the abyss of night, guided by the full moon.

#bat coven llc #the bat coven #the bat coven llc

[cartooncadet666]

He heard whispering all around him, 'Is he okay?', 'Woah, he has freckles still!', 'What kind of ghost is that?', 'He looks too soft to be here.' ,'Oh goodness! What's wrong with his eye?!'

Filled with anxiety, he looked up to see ghosts towering over him, their bodies shifting backwards when they all made eye contact. 'Holy sh*t, his eye...' He started shaking and creeping away from the souls, hot tears were falling down his face in quick paces.

"Hey, you okay kiddo? You look spooked..." A fire ghost floated closer to him, "We get it, it's scary the first time around, but you'll get used to it-" The flaming soul reached out to him, only getting a shock of cold energy throughout his body. "OW! WHAT THE HECK?!"

"S-STAY AWAY FROM ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" The new ghost sobbed uncontrollably, trying to stay as far away from each of them as possible, but he could only get so far. More whispers of concern drifted from every single mouth, that plus all of his crying gave the young one a headache.

"Dude, it's okay.. No one's going to hurt you, we wouldn't dream of it..." One of the souls said, the new soul's reaction to all of the current events made some of the creatures hurt on the inside. The older generations of them, mostly, felt heartbroken hearing his cries.

On the right of him, Inky, Blinky, Pinky, and Clyde were watching his movements, an expression of both confusion and worry on their faces. "Is it only me or does he look familiar?" Pinky pointed at the poor thing and whispered to the boys, "I swear I think I've seen him somewhere..."

"Nah, he doesn't ring a bell, a lot of people look the same to me." Blinky crossed his arms.

"Poor guy, he seems so scared of us.." Clyde whimpered.

"Look all we need to do is give a ghostly welcome, he's really new, that's why he's spooked." Inky flashed a smug grin, and flew towards to the freckled ghost. Appearing behind him, Inky cleared his throat and grabbed his attention. "Hey there new guy, don't worry you're one of us now."

The freckled soul had his hand covering his corrupted eye before letting it go. When both ghosts made complete eye contact, flashes of traumatic experiences entered both minds.

"DON'T LEAVE ME, DON'T LEAVE ME! I'LL DIE WITHOUT YOU-"

"JAMIE! DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME! JAMIE!"

Inky gasped and rushed backwards, the freckled ghost flinching from the sudden movements. "I-Im sorry! Don't look at my eye! I'm so sorry!" He cried, tears still falling down his face as he desperately tried wiping them away.

The rest of the ghost gang rushed over to Inky to ask what happened and what he saw, but all the commotion seemed to anger Betrayus and his assistants.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF EVERYTHING UNHOLY IS HAPPENING OVER HERE?!" He yelled, both of the twins behind him. His usual cold glare then softened by shock when he saw the quivering soul in the center of the crowd.

As if by instinct, Lord Betrayus rushed over to the younger soul and knelt to get down to his level. He watched the soul cry and weep away his emotions, both hands still covering his eyes as he sobbed. Betrayus frowned, he hasn't seen or heard a child inside the Nether Realm ever since his own or the ghost gang, and there's a reason why he didn't want any down here.

The ghost uncovered his eyes for a second to catch a glimpse of the lord before jolting from surprise, "STAY BACK!" He put one hand before him as a cautionary defense, he just so happened to do the same thing to Betrayus as he did to Inky.

*gunshot*

"STRATOS!"

The lord only flinched from the event, his glare still remaining on the scared soul. His glare was soft towards the fearful youngster, seeing the ghost tremble and sob was painful to even watch. He felt his heart shatter watching him cry, the reason he hates a child of any age to be in the Nether is because they're still young to die.

"Are you alright?" He gently pulled the ghost's hands away from his eyes, "What's your name?"

Still shaking, the ghost finally replied: " Skeebo..."

"How are you here? Who or what killed you kid?"

Skeebo looked behind Betrayus to see the twins have the same sad expression on their faces, he felt anxious when he saw Dr. Buttocks scanning him.

"Do you not want to say it?" Betrayus asked him. "Was it that bad? You don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Skeebo whimpered, a few tears keeping his face damp, "Please don't make me.." He looked down at his body, a visible scar and gauze piece attached to it. "I don't want to talk about it.."

"You did this to yourself, didn't you..?" Betrayus whispered to him and patted Skeebo's head as an attempt to sooth him, obviously working on the teen. He felt even worse when Skeebo nodded to the question, but he didn't show much surprise, he had a death quite similar to Skeebo's.

"Butler! Take our scared friend and soothe him down, we don't want any negative emotions to stay inside of him." Said the lord after he patted Skeebo's back after making him float. "And doctor, make a patch for his corrupted eye, make sure he won't take it off."

"Yes sir.." Both brothers said as they went to do their tasks.

"The rest of you, go back to what you were doing, he'll be fine!" Every ghost immediately followed their leader's commands, even though they all worried for the new ghost.

#pmatga #original au #pmatga au #skeebo #skeebo au #lord betrayus #dr. buttocks #butler #ghost skeebo #ghost gang #inky blinky pinky and clyde #suicidal au #i need therapy #wtf is wrong w me

[talesofargante]

The Guardian of Trollhunters Episode 8: Part 1 - Baby-napped

Pairing: Jim Lake Jr. x Liz Walker (OFC)

Episode Summary: Jim volunteers to babysit with Liz so they can find out whether Claire's little brother, Enrique, is a Changeling. While investigating, Liz discovers a new ability.

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Warning: mentions of kidnapping and falling (if I miss any warnings, please lmk)

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"You saw a goblin carrying a baby away?" Liz questioned, standing atop a natural stone bridge as she watched the Trollhunter maneuver across the cliff face below.

"Yes! I saw it clear as day," Jim answers, heaving himself upwards to a nearby narrow ledge. Liz exchanges worried glances with the trolls beside her while Toby watches his friend.

"That is concerning." Liz rubs her chin in thought. "Goblins are usually known for leaving destruction wherever they go, but they occasionally follow orders of their superiors like the Gumm-Gumms and Changelings to do their bidding, including stealing human babies and replacing them with changelings. Perhaps whoever that baby is, there's a changeling in its place."

"Let me get this straight," Jim grunts with exertion, climbing the jagged cliff face as a safety rope dangle in the shadows away from him. His ears and eyes had caught the sound of gears turning within the walls, which only meant one thing. Suddenly, he screams as a stream of fire bursts out from the wall where Jim had previously been after quickly releasing one hand and swinging back. The fire barely grazed him as he watched with fear. After the fire died out, Jim swung himself back into place and carried on up the wall while speaking. "Whew! They steal babies... so they can replace them... with changelings?"

"Precisely, Master Jim," Blinky confirmed while Toby remained unconvinced. "Uh, allegedly steal. I just saw a bird."

"And, in order for a changeling to maintain its appearance in our world, no harm must come to the human child in theirs. I assure you, there is no safer place for a baby to be than the bowels of the Darklands nursery." Blinky explained as Liz watched Jim press his back against the rock wall, slowly inching to the rope dangling a few feet from him. However, as he reaches the safety rope, another stream of fire bursts once more from the walls, frightening Jim with a gasp. "Well, that's good to know!"

As the Trollhunter continued training, Toby casually fed AAARRRGGHH a VHS tape. "Whoa! Hold on, there. Okay, suppose they did take the baby to the Darklands. Isn't that where Gunmar is trying to escape from?"

"The doorway to his realm is sealed for now, but it doesn't exonerate the cracks that inevitably form over time. Cracks that allow small things to pass." For emphasis on his words, Blinky brought his fingers up to his face and pressed the fingers almost together.

"Small, like babies and goblins," AAARRRGGHH said.

"So, if we can find out whose baby was stolen, we'll find a changeling in its place, right?" Jim pitched in. More gears turned within the cliff face, shooting out more streams of fire. However, Jim was cornered from both sides, forcing Jim to jump from one cliff face to another across from him, clinging onto its smooth surface. "And once we have the changeling, we'll have the proof to finally convince Vendel –"

Losing his grip, in the end, his words were cut short as he let out a piercing scream, tumbling off the rock and into the dark trench. The rope slipped from AAARRRGGHH's hand as Toby ran to catch the rope's end. "Jim!"

"No!" AAARRRGGHH yelled, quickly catching Toby before he fell as well. Luckily, Liz had caught the rope in time, causing the Trollhunter to bounce to a stop, hanging more than fifty feet from the ledge.

"Got him!" Liz said, pulling Jim to safety as the giant troll sat Toby back on the ground before assisting the Guardian. Finally, as Jim reached the surface, he spoke, hanging in mid-air from AAARRRGGHH's hold. "I told you I'd fall."

"You fell because you knew you could. What if you're endangered, and we aren't there? Next time, we'll climb sans the safety line." Blinky pointed out as he approached closer.

"We'll?" Jim continued, hanging from the rope as he folded his arms with a frown.

"The only lesson learned today is that, with this many changelings, Arcadia is far more dangerous than previously thought," Liz grimly stated as she gazed at Jim and Toby. "For the both of you."

"It's decided." Blinky continues. "As Jim has Draal now to protect his home, Tobias, you will now have AAARRRGGHH to protect yours."

Toby beams excitedly. "Really? For real? We're gonna be roomies? Yeah! High-five, big guy!"

The two high-five in celebration, but the troll made the fatal mistake of letting go of the rope as Jim screamed, falling again.

"Not again!" Liz shouted, conjuring a silver whip to grab the Trollhunter before he fell into the dark abyss.

"Whoa, how are you doing that without summoning your amulet? That is so cool!" Toby exclaimed, watching in awe as the Guardian pulled Toby to safety with AAARRRGGHH's assistance.

"Just another perk of being a Guardian," Liz swiftly replied, grabbing onto Jim's outstretched hand and hauling him back to the safety of the bridge as the whip dispersed into thin air. "I can conjure any weapon I wish as long as it's used for the right purpose. To protect magic and its Trollhunter."

"Lucky me," Jim said, taking a breath to calm his nerves from almost falling to his death as Toby patted his friend's back. "What happens if it's used for another purpose?"

"Then, it would be flawed, which in turn puts me and anyone in danger should it be used in combat," Liz answered.

"What about protecting humans?" Jim asked. "Don't they deserve protection too?"

"That's where you come in, Trollhunter. Not only are you protecting the trolls against the magic of a darker kind, like the Gumm-Gumms, for example, but also humans against untethered magic that can potentially be harmful."

"Lady Liza is right, Master Jim. Though each of you has a role to play, it takes two of you to work together and protect the balance between man and magic." Blinky steps into the conversation. "Such power and privilege come with great responsibility."

"Awesome sauce." Toby's mouth gaped in awe. "I want to be part of that."

Liz chuckled. "You already are, Toby, and right in the center of it, which also puts you in great danger. So it is vital that you and Jim are placed under the protection of Draal and AAARRRGGHH."

"Fine by me," Toby grinned as Liz smiled. "With that settled, we can now focus on finding out who that baby was."

"Wait a minute." Jim interrupted his armor vanishing from his form. "What about you, Liz? Don't you need troll protection as well?"

His question was met with silence until bursts of loud laughter echoed throughout the Hero's Forge, startling the two boys while Liz slightly grinned. Blinky swiped away a tear. "Lady Liza needs no such protection, for she has the capabilities to protect oneself far more than anyone else, including us trolls."

Liz pats Jim on the shoulder. "What he means to say is that I've been trained long enough to handle things on my own, but I appreciate your concern, Jim. Truly."

"Well, if anything, I'll be there to protect you when you need it." Jim proclaimed without thought, remembering the many times Liz protected him from danger and a promise made between them long ago.

Liz's smile brightened. "I'm counting on it, Jim."

***

At school the following day, Jim reveals the stuffed bunny he found when he chased the goblin to Liz, handing it to the brunette while Toby cringes in disgust. "Ugh! You're still carrying that germ-infested thing around?"

Ignoring Toby's complaints, Jim was determined. "I am going to find out who it belongs to, and when I do...."

Toby interrupts him, leaning against the bike rack. "Maybe you didn't see what you thought you saw. You've been spending so much time in Trollmarket. Maybe your mind is starting to play tricks on you."

Though Liz believes Jim, she couldn't disagree with Toby, wondering if Jim is becoming too engrossed in finding proof of changelings. However, she would always side with the Trollhunter, so before Liz could defend Jim's claims, Jim gives in to self-doubt. "Maybe you're right."

"You have Suzy Snooze?" Claire's voice suddenly chimed in, capturing the trio's attention. "My brother's bunny! I've been looking all over for him."

"You've been looking for this?" Liz asked, handing the stuffed bunny to Claire. "Yeah. He's been acting so weird without it. Where did you get it?"

Before Liz could respond, Jim intervened. "What do you mean, he hasn't been himself? Exactly how has he been acting?"

Toby had stepped around the bike rack and to his friend's side. "Easy, Jim!"

He chuckled with a smile, placing his hand on Jim's shoulder as the taller boy glanced at him with a surprised look. "Always concerned about the children. But just for clarification, are we super sure this is his? I mean, you could probably pick this up at, like, any store."

"I think I'd know the stuffed bunny I grew up with," Claire said, gazing tenderly at her old childhood toy until Mary ran up to her, interrupting their investigation.

"Claire, I'm so sorry, but I can't babysit tonight. I can't. I really can't!" Mary whined in desperation. Turning her attention away from the trio, Claire faced Mary with a mix of emotions written on her face. "You promised! My parents have a work thing and the Papa Skull concert tonight. Papa Skull! I, like, live in their shirt every day!"

"Sorry, but Dean finally asked me to a movie, and then Hank invited me to ice cream! "Tight jeans," Hank! Love can't choose, Claire!" Mary said, creating many poses of her love as she spoke. This made Liz perk an eyebrow.

"Do you believe this?" Jim said in a hushed tone to a disbelieving Toby. "I know. Mary Wang's a player?"

"No! She doesn't know her brother's gone because Claire's brother is a changeling." Jim said as a matter of fact. Utterly surprised by the boy's rash speculation, Liz frowned. "We can't be sure of that, Jim."

Jim glances at Liz. "Trust me."

Without waiting for a reply, Jim grabs onto Liz's hand and steps forward, raising a hand, interrupting the girls' conversation. "Claire, we can babysit!"

Claire beamed excitedly. "Tonight? Really? You both would? Wait, have any of you ever babysat before?"

"Uh, yeah." Jim chuckled, but Liz shook her head. "Yeah...no."

"They call me Jim the Baby-handed." Jim continued as Liz covered her face with a hand, feeling secondhand embarrassment. Despite that, Claire smiled anyway, feeling a heavy weight lifted from her shoulders. "Oh, my gosh! You guys are a lifesaver!"

Claire wrapped both arms around Liz and Jim, squeezing them in a group hug before letting go.

"Just come by my house at seven, no sooner. Thank you, Liz. Thank you, Jim." Claire waves back at them, grateful to the two, before leaving with Mary. Toby turned in the direction of his best friend. "He's not a changeling, Jim."

"Only one way to find out." The Trollhunter stated before leaving, unknowingly dragging Liz behind him as a dumbfounded Toby stood still with his lips parted in confusion.

Across the courtyard into a building, Jim kept walking, his mind elsewhere as Liz repeatedly called out to him. "Jim. Jim! James Lake Jr.!'"

Steps stopping to a halt, Jim paused, making Liz bump behind him. Turning around, he looks at her confused, his mind returning to the present moment. "What? What's wrong?"

"I should be asking you that, Jim. But before I get to that, can you do me a favor and let go of my hand? It needs a breather." Glancing down at their clasped hands, Jim's blue eyes widened, and he instantly let go, stuttering an apology. "O-Oh! Gosh, I-I'm so sorry. I didn't realize it. Are you okay?"

"All good," Liz replied, shaking her hand to bring back circulation. "Anyway, are you okay, Jim? You seem distracted lately."

"Me?" Jim pointed at himself before waving his hands. "I'm fine. Everything's fine. Not distracted at all. I'm a hundred percent focused."

Arms crossed in front of her, Liz gazes at the boy in disbelief. "Everyone knows that when someone says they're fine, they mean the opposite. And if you were focused, you would have immediately noticed my hand in yours before dragging me along with you." Jim blushed in embarrassment as Liz continued. "So, in other words, I don't believe you. So tell me, Jim, what's on your mind?"

Scratching the back of his neck, Jim thought about how he was going to reveal Liz's forgotten past and their childhood connection, only to be disappointed yet somewhat relieved that it was delayed due to their current circumstances with the Killahead Bridge, the changelings, and the potential doom of evil trolls escaping from the Darklands to their world should they fail to prove the changelings' existence to the trolls in time. Though, of course, he would never admit his thoughts to Liz, merely shrugging. "Just thinking how close we are to getting our proof."

Liz gazes at Jim silently for a moment, pondering whether or not to believe his response. After all, many things were left unsaid and held back in the cafe until their current situation resolved. Although she was curious about the person Jim mentioned, Liz decided not to push him and relented. "If you say so, Jim. Just remember that you can always talk to me if you ever need someone to talk to."

Upon hearing her kind assurance, Jim felt compelled to spill out his bottled thoughts, but before he could reply, the school bell rang across the hall.

"Ah, that's our cue. I better go before I get late to class." Nudging his shoulder playfully with her fist, Liz smiled. "I'll meet you at Claire's. See you then."

Without waiting for a reply, Liz waved a quick goodbye and sped down the hall as Jim watched her figure disappear amongst the growing crowd of students.

Hello there!

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tag post 01: the persons.

#like atlas with the heavens on the back of his head [ jim lake jr ] #with heavy heart enslaved and fear wasn't far behind [ claire nunez ] #dreams ran alongside and let me pass by [ toby domzalski ] #young man ; i think you're dying [ strickler ] #idealism sits in prison ; chivalry fell on its sword [ nomura ] #i saw new eyes were watching me [ blinky ] #what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth [ aaarrrgghh!!! ] #we're nursing on a poison that never stung [ vendel ] #i am the day and the day will break [ draal ] #born in the bog ; the tree fell [ bular ] #i found something in the woods somewhere [ gunmar ] #plant poems in the barren ground [ angor rot ] #to slowly learn of her ancient misery [ morgana ] #becoming lichens of our own minds [ merlin ] #so hold on or we'll all fall down [ douxie ] #we're just physical creatures of the underworld [ trolls ] #come trickle back to den and roost ; come claw and tooth [ changelings ] #the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine [ humans ] #all you have is your fire ; and the place you need to reach [ akaridions ] #there's something so lonesome about you – so wholesome about you [ barbara lake ]

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#like atlas with the heavens on the back of his head [ jim lake jr ] #with heavy heart enslaved and fear wasn't far behind [ claire nunez ] #dreams ran alongside and let me pass by [ toby domzalski ] #there's something so lonesome about you – so wholesome about you [ babara lake ] #young man ; i think you're dying [ strickler ] #idealism sits in prison ; chivalry fell on its sword [ nomura ] #i saw new eyes were watching me [ blinky ] #what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth [ aaarrrgghh!!! ] #i am the day and the day will break [ draal ] #we're nursing on a poison that never stung [ vendel ] #born in the bog ; the tree fell [ bular ] #i found something in the woods somewhere [ gunmar ] #plant poems in the barren ground [ angor rot ] #to slowly learn of her ancient misery [ morgana ] #becoming lichens of our own minds [ merlin ] #so hold on or we'll all fall down [ douxie ] #cause power is my love when love reaches to me [ allies ] #i don't want a cycle of recycled revenge [ enemies ] #we're just physical creatures of the underworld [ trolls ] #the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine [ humans ] #come trickle back to den and roost ; come claw and tooth [ changelings ] #all you have is your fire ; and the place you need to reach [ akaridions ]

[fill-me-with-your-memes-daddy]

Watching the Rise of the Titans movie and I'll be documenting all of my thoughts/reactions here. [Spoiler Warning]

So instead of reblogging every new update, I'm just going to have this post up on my phone as I watch and type my reactions in a bullet list format.

Nari's human disguise is so cute. As someone who does have a cottagecore aesthetic, I want to cosplay her so bad

Are Skrael and/or Belroc non-binary coded? Regardless, I'm also obsessed and I want to fuck Skrael and be Belroc.

STEVE CARING ABOUT JIM BEING HURT YESSSS!!! My god his redemption has probably been one of the greatest there is because he doesn't just suddenly go from being a bully to a completely good person. You can see the gradual shift in learning better throughout the shows which is awesome.

IN NEW YOOOOOOORRRRRRRK!!!!!! CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!

The mugshot montage reminded me of season 1 of trollhunters when toby and Jim were arrested at the museum.

STRICKLER PUT A RING ON IT??? HE'S THE ONLY DILF IVE EVER ACTUALLY AGREED WAS HOT WYM I CAN'T HAVE HIM??? well I'm still really happy about his arc over the series probably one of my favorite character growths.

Eli my guy got his growth spurt!!! As an 18 year old who is still 5'0", I'm happy but envious for him

So I went into this movie without watching any trailers or promo, but I doubt anything could have prepared me for the existence of mpreg. In fact, I wasn't going to document my reactions until I saw that.

NAMURA!!!!!!!!! MY BELOVED!!!!!! I CAN STILL THIRST FOR YOU WITHOUT GUILT

The coach teacher just called the kids zoomers so I have to dock one point from my final rating just because of that. Unforgivable

Those husky animation models suck lmao

Oh fuck the titans got power ranger zords!!

God why did they include the mpreg??? This movie would have been perfect without it.... After that plot point being revisited only one time I'm already beyond done with it

Like it's bringing me back to the v*ltron days where they're was a suspiciously high amount of klance omegaverse and mpreg fics and art created and it physically hurts because Steve and Keith's voice actor is the same person meaning this is especially cursed to me since I was unfortunately in the v*ltron fandom and remember all of that

But like on another note, how old are these characters again??? I haven't checked any wikis because of spoilers but is Steve an adult??? I know aja might be technically a lot older than 18 because alien but is whatever age she is equivalent to an adult as far as emotionally and physically in Akaridion development??? IS THIS A TEEN (M)PREGNANCY IN A KIDS SHOW????

Like bruh I saw a singular post on here before going into the movie that was like "rott spoilers without context" and there was a pregnant belly but I was absolutely not expecting the actual context of it. I'll find the post after I finish and edit this post to tag the creator right here: @makoden

This entire post is just gonna be me ranting about mpreg huh

Anyway I love the whole roundtable allusion to the legends of king arthur (not the toa version but the one he's based off)

THERE'S 3 TO 5 BABIES????? I need to take a break bruh this is just too much

Alright I've taken a 30 minute break got some food and did some things i love (decompressed by tactile stimming with some owl plushies and watched some videos on my favorite owl, Garu. He lives in Japan with his owner and is a domesticated eagle owl who basically just acts like a sky cat. If anyone else needs some eye bleach, here is their YouTube channel)

Blinky and ARRRGHHH!!! saying their "if one of us doesn't make it" talk my god one of them is going to die I can see it and I will be utterly crushed. Jim can't lose another father figure and Toby can't lose his wingman again I will riot if this happens

On a similar but unrelated to the movie note, can we just talk about how toa started with Jim having 0 dads and (if strickler and blinky live to the end) will end with 2 dads? Like I just really feel happy for him that he has two dads who actually figured out how to put the past behind them to not have any infighting between them so that both of them are healthy father figures. Jim has already been through literal hell and back losing his actual humanity in the process so if he loses one of them, I'm going to be really pissed because at this point, this is just Jim torture porn. Y'all know how as SpongeBob SquarePants went on, the show just became Squidward torture porn? It's starting to feel that way for toa and I really hope they cut the shit by the ending

Jlaire is such a good ship but like I feel like it's too perfect they never disagree with each other

YESSSSSSS Someone finally doesn't treat toby like a fat waste of space who messes stuff up!!! I think out of all the characters that would have been most deserving of a rewrite, it's Toby. Sometimes I just feel he's only comic relief and any heartfelt moments he's had in the series was also born of stupidity (ie his flour baby project being unharmed was seen by him as divine intervention from his parents but was actually just Eli and Steve behind the scenes).

Ohhhhh yesssssss Archie's father!!! I was hoping I'd see him again because we got so little of him last

Ooooooooooh Asian trollmarket!!!!!

Oh never mind slavery trollmarket

Bruh titanic camelot

I feel like we're not seeing enough of the villains because I completely forgot about the power ranger zord things

NAMORA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY LAST CRUSHHHH

STRICKLER NO NOT YOU TOO PLEASE

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE ONLY TWO CHARACTERS I SIMP FOR ON THIS SHOW DIED WITHIN FIVE MINUTES OF EACH OTHER

THAT WHOLE ASS RANT I WROTE IS COMING TRUE FUCK THIS MOVIE THIS SERIES IS JUST JIM TORTURE PORN

WAIT JIM'S SPERM DONOR INFO?

Oh thank God I don't want to know anything about that person

For the record, I call that man Jim's sperm donor because he has no business being called a father to him. All he did was donate some swimmers to the creation of him and give him abandonment issues

Oh another blind troll elder???? This fucker is just if vendel was a bad guy

Bruh I was grieving

PACIFIC RIM WITH GUN ROBOT VEX AND THE BELROCZORD? I've never seen that movie but I know the reference

Bruh Blinky doesn't read horoscopes? Does he realize conspiracy theories are just the manly version of horoscopes?

NO DON'T KILL VEX STOP KO-ING FOUND FAMILY MEMBERS

Oh thank God he's okay

NO NOT ARCHIE AND CHARLEMAGNE OH MY GOD

oh never mind they're just gonna coup de tat I believe in them :))

But I want to see him again

But I'm glad to see vex

Yay they're in arcadia!

But yeah I wondered why the trolls and Merlin didn't keep the whole "daylight doesn't hurt trolls" feature from the eternal night but now Guillermo del Toro I see you were playing the long con in that just to kill my girl Namora :(((

Oooooh I love the animation of the Narizord over Chihuahua!! It looks very good and realistic (if only they could have put some of that into those huskies from before smh)

Bruh the character designs of the arcane order are so good I want to be them

Nari making sure the Skraelzord doesn't crush the bus

DAMN DOUBLE HOMICIDE

Bruh I'm just glad we finally have an answer on why arcadia had everything going on as opposed to literally anywhere else!! I always found that as a weird coincidence for plot convince.

BRUH WERE BACK TO THE MPREG IM SO JEALOUS I FORGOT ABOUT THAT EVEN THOUGH IT WAS BECAUSE I WAS GRIEVING THE LOSS OF MY LOVELIES.

Oh that's real convenient that the ninth configuration meant all of them. Way to not decide which character gets more attention. Though it probably was a smart way to not have any infighting in the fandom between each character's stan group.

Bruh I just realized where is Barbera did they just ditch her on the Camelot ship???

And where are the other trolls that migrated at the end of trollhunters s3? They said something about new jersey but obviously Jim and the other main characters got on Camelot instead.... This feels like a plot hole

And we never learned the process of how changelings are made and bonded to humans and stuff. We just know it's super painful but I'm curious ffs!!!!

THE DONT THINK BECOME HERO SPEECH ALL SAID TOGETHER!!!

BRUH THEY REALLY HAD TO SHOW HIM GIVING BIRTH??????? WAS THAT AN ABSOLUTE MUST??????

Plus the main audience for this series is little children (the rating for the movie is literally TV-Y7) so even though my adult ass is not in the target audience, I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND WHY WOULD MPREG AND ANAL BIRTH WOULD BE AN IMPORTANT THING TO 7 YEAR OLDS???? THIS IS A LITERAL FETISH HIDDEN IN KIDS CONTENT ITS ELSAGATE ALL OVER AGAIN Y'ALL 😭😭😭😭😭

Though it's probably hypocritical of me to think fetishes don't belong in kids tv when I've openly admitted to thirsting for strickler and namora

HUZZAH

NEW AMULET WAZ GOOD????

STAB THAT BITCH JIM

WAIT NO I SAID STAB NOT GET STABBED

Alright good job just missed the directions at first but you fixed it

SEVEN KIDS?????????

T O B Y ????????????

W A I T NO

N O

IS HE ACTUALLY

OH MY GOD THERE'S HOPE

NO THERE ISN'T

F U C K THIS SHIT THEY REALLY JUST HAD HIM TO BE BULLIED THEN KILLED

Y'ALL IM ACTUALLY CRYING THIS NEVER HAPPENS

I NEVER ACTUALLY GET SO EMOTIONAL OVER MEDIA THAT I CRY IT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE AT THE END OF VOLTRON BUT AHHHHHHHH

W A I T

HE'S GONNA BE BROUGHT BACK?????

HOLD UP THEY'RE JUST GONNA BRING ALL THOSE DEAD PEOPLE BACK??????

WAIT IS HE

BLINKY CALLED HIM A SON

HOLD ON IS THIS GOING TO BE A CLIFFHANGER???????????

BRUH THEY REALLY JUST CAN'T END THE SERIES WITHOUT CLIFFHANGERS like there's always an open ending

TROLLHUNTER TOBY????? You know what forget the whole rants I had on how toby was written they just redeemed it all

And that's all! I'd rate it a 6.5/10 because it's definitely the weakest of all the sequels but still had amazing animation and some good plot points. It's just really hard to look over the bad stuff enough to rate it any higher.

#tales of arcadia #rise of the titans #trollhunters #rott #rise of the titans spoilers #rott spoilers #toa #3 below #athena's own original post! #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #toby domzalski

[tenebrius-excellium]

If I’m honest, the Rott intro was already a red flag for me that this probably wasn’t going to be a good movie. It was done fast, and they simply used clips from the shows with lots of people in them who nobody knew except if they had already watched ToA. I mean, the character designs are overwhelming upon first view. Remember how they used the entire first episode of Trollhunters to get us accustomed to Blinky’s six eyes alone? Now, how is a new viewer supposed to deal with Aja & Krel’s designs on top of that? They are pretty intense. And what about characters with multiple forms of appearance, such as the Akiridions, Changelings, Archie, Jim? The creators were lazy and used complex, previously established material instead of simplifying the plot summary for all audiences.

Look, here’s what they could have done: 

Narrate it as if Blinky wrote the Brief Recapitulation of Troll Lore No. 48.

We could have had beautiful, symbolic drawings like these:

And I mean, they totally could have reused the existing art that we only ever saw in tiny glimpses, such as in books, or on walls. Imagine Jim as a stick figure walking across the page...sort of how Dreamworks did the Croods’ intro with Eep’s narration. It would also stress how much history the Guardians of Arcadia have already made. History that is worth being written down in troll lore. 

Apart from that, I personally think they should have kept Douxie’s response to Jim’s question “Am I still the Trollhunter”. “It doesn’t matter, we have friends” was the answer that Douxie found to be true for himself, and they could have built off that to create his leadership arc and Jim coming to peace with himself. 

And yeah, we really kinda needed to know what happened to New Jersey. Blinky was literally their Elder, and last we knew, trolls can’t survive long without a Heartstone. We needed New York, not a fictional “Metro City”. It was so lazy.

Anyway, adding that to the ToA Rott fix-it fic :)

#toa rott #toa rott analysis #analysis #wherethekiteflies #blinky #blinkous galadrigal

[arcadianmoonshadowjedi]

Making Things Right

Hey guys! As promised, here’s my second ROTT fix-it with an alternate ending! It has a much happier ending then my Moving On fic and it was heavily inspired by another fic by @wizardouxie! I highly recommend checking it out if you haven’t done so already! 

As for this fic, neither Nomura nor did Strickler die but were severely injured but will still live on. I also made a change to the incantation for the new amulet. I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to comment! :)

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"Trollhunter make ninth configuration, Kronisphere will make right,"

Nari's words rang in Jim's head as he repeated the last part staring at the bright, gleaming Kronisphere on the ground. He raised Excalibur and made the blow to break the vessel in which it was held. He lifted it up and stared at it in awe.

"Time unfolds differently, like a flower," he repeated Nari's advice.

"Only the trollhunter will know"

He looked all around him distraught at all the collapsed buildings, then at Toby and sighed. They've been through so much together since the beginning and he just wasn't ready to let him go. This had to be a way to save his fallen best friend and all of Arcadia. 

He finally peeked into the Kronisphere to see a vision that shocked him. All may seem dull now, but there was still hope for a bright and better future. The Kronisphere. It will make things right. He now knew what he needed to do, what they all needed to do. He placed the Kronisphere into the amulet and incanted.

"For the good of all, Excalibur is mine to command!" 

His new armor encased his whole body as a bright green gleam surrounded him. He landed gracefully onto the ground and held Excalibur up high. A bright beam zapped into the sky and then spread into the radius around him. Slowly, all of the broken glass and rubble started to move around him, clearing the area. The remains of Bellroc's titan hovered into the air before vanishing once and for all. Finally, Toby's body rose into the air out of the crushed truck and shined as life was flowing through him once again. Jim gasped delightfully and smiled tearfully as Toby slowly opened his eyes and squinted around him in confusion. The heroes all cheered as their beloved friend came back to them. As excited as Jim was to have Toby back, he looked all around him. Most of Arcadia was still in sizzling flames and in a total state of chaos. Remembering that Nari told him to make the ninth configuration before mentioning that Kronisphere will make everything right, he just knew he couldn't fix this all on his own.

"Guys I'm gonna need your help!" He yelled, beckoning his friends. "I'm gonna need a lot more power to bring Arcadia back!"

Everyone nodded and knew what they each needed to do. Jim released another blast from Excalibur into the sky and put all of his energy in keeping it going. Douxie summoned his staff and transformed it into his beloved spellcaster guitar. With a smile on his face, he started playing his loud, rock music as it released a beam that joined into the one from Excalibur. Claire followed his steps but with shadow magic from her two hands. Aja, Krel, and Varvatos each took out their serrators and shot energy blasts into the massively growing beam into the sky. Jim looked over towards Blinky, Aaarrrgghh, Steve, and Eli and nodded for them to come and join him. They ran over and held onto Excalibur along with him. Finally one more hand covered in scars grabbed on as well; it was Toby's. Jim tearfully chuckled at the mere sight of his revived friend.

"I'm always with you Jimbo! Always have been, always will be!"

The beam continued to grow. It was covered in a multitude of colors and energies as it spread more and more around them. It created winds that blew through everyone's hairs and then suddenly, it changed into a blast that spread across the entirety of Arcadia. All around them, fires were extinguishing and in place of them, the cracks in the roads and sidewalks began to repair themselves. All of the broken buildings and fallen trees began to find their way back to where they originally were. Of course! Jim remembered Nari's words about time unfolding like a flower and completely understood what it meant. From the ashes that Arcadia had become, a new Arcadia would grow back to the way it was before this dreadful war! Arcadia continued to rebuild itself thanks to the combined magic and Akiridion tech as the gang continued to watch in awe. Jim looked back at Toby and finally tackle-hugged him onto the ground. Toby was caught off guard but was happier than ever to be back with his best friend. "Toby!" Claire exclaimed excitedly as she joined in. Everyone else ran cheerfully to join the group hug. 

Everyone but Douxie. He looked all around him for any sign of Nari, but he wasn't so sure if she made it back. She wasn't in Arcadia at the time of her death and he felt the urge to go check on her where he last saw her. Claire noticed him standing on his own, then got up and walked over to him. Everyone else started looking towards him as Claire put a hand on his shoulder. Claire signaled with her hand and made a portal. "We can go and check on her," she told him calmly. He nodded his head and went in with Claire. She looked back towards Jim and mouthed: "I'll be back," Jim nodded while he helped Toby up and supported him.

Claire and Douxie finally made it to the site where Nari last fought, right outside of Arcadia. Douxie looked through all the overgrown plants to find any sign of his little green friend. If only he could find anything. Then suddenly, he heard the leaves shaking and he gasped. "Claire!" He called out then started digging through. Claire joined in to help her friend and they finally found Nari slightly stirring in the midst of vibrant flowers. Douxie's face lit up with joy as he scooped her up in his arms and held her tightly in a hug.

"D-Douxie?" asked Nari in confusion. "Where am I?"

"You're here with me, with us," Douxie responded tearfully. Claire gasped in excitement and held onto Nari as well. "Nari! It's good to see you're ok!"

Claire, Douxie, Nari returned to the Arcadia gang and everyone ran to one another and joined into a massive group hug. Everyone was here, safe and well. They were all alive and Arcadia had now become a fully blossomed flower

~~~

Thank you so much for reading this! I still got a second part for this and guess what? It’s the Stricklake wedding! There will definitely be more bonding between the gang and loads of more happiness so stay tuned!

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Blinky x Reader (18+)

Arcadia. Back once more after the 15 years you've been gone. You were a friend of the Domzalski's, and the un-paid babysitter of their baby son. The day they won the lottery, you cheered in excitement for them. And the day they fell into the sea, you cried for them.

The heartbreak of your 2 best friends struck you so severely, you couldn't stand being in Arcadia any longer. The memories, the high school all 3 of you went to, the restaurant you went to after every celebration. You just couldn't bear it. The last memories of the small town were bidding little Toby and Nana goodbye.

But now, you're back.

Nana had contacted you, saying she needed help with Tobies. Half-blind and all, old and raising a teenager, you could see why. You didn't want to be out of your best friend's childs' life completely at the loss of his parents, so once in a while, you phoned your adoptive nephew. Just checking up on him, seeing how he was.

You had accepted, of course. Slightly jumping at the opportunity and a reason to come back to Arcadia, you called in sick for an indefinite amount of days and packed a suitcase. Filling up your car, you hopped into the driver's seat and started the long drive.

You were kind of thankful that you didn't have to buy a plane ticket, hating planes and airports, but the long, lonely roads brought into account new emotions. This is the first time you're going back to your hometown in 15 years.. You're going to see the high school. And the restaurant. And.. Their house.

The house you saw them buy, build and love. You remember watching them set up a room for the new baby. Deciding the colors, layout, and designs of the wall. You remember getting sloshed in the living room, accidentally breaking one of the photos upon the fireplace. Your kind of glad you did, seeing as you took the photo and hung it in your house.

The photo of the 3 of you.

The days were long in your small car, the best you could afford. Stopping at family dinners and shitty motels to rest. The cycle stopped on day 6, finally reaching the sign with bold letters spelling out, 'Arcadia'.

You picked up your phone and dialed Nana. She picked up after the 3rd time. "Hello dear! Y/n, are you coming soon?" She spoke happily, a bag crunching in the background.

"Hi, Nana. I just got into Arcadia, I'll be there in less than 10 minutes!" You smiled as you heard the old lady scolded one of her many cats.

"Alright dear. See you soon." She ended the call before you could bid farewell. You chuckled and rolled your eyes, setting your phone down into your cup container. You took in a deep breath as you entered the small town.

Driving past the buildings that seem so familiar but have changed so much, you felt an array of emotions. Happy your here. Confused as to why they would change things. Sorrow as you remembered multiple memories in the areas you passed.

Driving into the neighborhood, your car stilled at the infamous yellow house. Their house. You stared at it through your window, looking into their own as light shone from within. You sighed and started your car again.

Eventually, you pulled into Nana's driveway. Strolling up to the doorsteps, you knocked 3 times before waiting. A shuffle, a huff, and then the door opens. You smiled as your eyes suddenly felt teary. "Y/n! Oh dear, come inside, come inside." She urges you inside, holding a foot out to prevent a black cat from escaping.

You enter the warm house, the smell of bread and... Burritos filling the room? You shrug it off as you're ushered to the couch. Sitting down, you let out a heave of relief. You're not sure why. "So, how have you been?" You ask as Nana moves towards the kitchen, presumably to make you some tea.

"Oh, I've been fine. Toby and the cats keep me busy." She laughs as she grabs 4 cups. 4 cups? You could understand that the other 1 would be for Toby, so who was the other one for?

"That's great Nana." You smile, sinking into the soft cushion. Your car was not the worst, but my god the seats were terrible. It felt like nails were digging into your back and ass. Not that good for almost a week's road trip.

"So how are you dear?" She spoke as she took the kettle off the burner as it began to scream.

"Oh I've been better, I mean- WAIT- NANA, LET ME HELP YOU!" You shout, running towards the old lady, taking the opened kettle out of her hands. Unbeknownst to her, she had almost poured boiling water onto her cat.

"Ohoho, your so helpful already." She mumbles, skittering off into the living room. You look down at the tea bags sat in one of the empty cups. Orange Pekoe..  She still knows what kind you like after all these years. Your heart swells as you pour hot water into the cups, your lips rising like a goofball.

Stirring the drinks, 2 of the cups had hot chocolate and the other 2 had tea. You could guess which is which, so you handed Nana a cup while placing your own on the table before grabbing the other 2 mugs.

"I'm gonna bring this to Toby and..?"

"Oh! Toby has a friend over. His international friend, his names Arthur-San." You nodded and headed upstairs. From the top, you could hear loud cheers from inside the room you thought to be Tobies'. You knocked and waited, but you don't think they heard you from the loud volume of a video game.

You sighed and opened the door. Inside, 2 backs were turned to you. One, obviously being Toby and the other.. It was a white sheet. A large, very large in fact, figure was sat beside Toby, wearing a bedsheet. Uh-

"Hey Toby, and Arthur, Nan-" You stopped mid-sentence as the heads turned to you. A large, circle-ish face appeared from the draped sheet. A green, mossy beard decorated its chin, a mouth with 4 long teeth sticking out, and are those- HORNS??

"T-Toby.. Who is that?" You cautiously, and very slowly, set the drinks down onto a nearby dresser.

"Aunt Y/n?! What are you doing here?" Toby gets up and comes near you. You quickly grab onto him, wrapping your arms around him as you run out the door. "Wait- Auntie Y/n, he's a friend!" You turn around and quickly shut the door as you place Toby back down.

"Toby, go get Nana and run!" You scream. He just stands there, sighing. A knock from the inside of the room startles you. "Wingman?" A gruff voice speaks. You shriek as the knob is pulled from your grip, the door opening as the large head sticks out, right in front of you. Its black nose presses against your shoulder, pulling in a long sniff.

"Oh go-" And your fainting. A stone hand stops you mid-fall, preventing you from hitting a hard bottom as your eyes closed.

"I'll call Jim."

-

You awoke on a soft plush. Feeling around, you realize you're on a bed. "Master Jim, Lady Y/n is awaking." A deep voice calls out, sensing that you knew he was close to you from how loud he was. You sit up, rubbing your eyes as you adjust to the light of the room. Looking around, it was just a regular room. Including a monster with 6 eyes.

"AHHHH!" You scream, scrambling off the bed. The moment you do so, 2 teenagers including Toby run into the room. You move near Toby, your eyes locked on the monsters.

"Woah! Calm down Miss Y/n, if we can just explain everything-" You cut the boy with twig legs off.

"Oh, you kids better explain as to why there is a- .. A-"

"I believe the word is 'Troll." The blue monster says.

"Yes! That! Why there is a troll with 6 eyes and 4 arms staring at me right now!" You pointed to Toby, "And you! Explain what happened earlier, with that big guy. Right now." You huffed.

"Is she talking about Aaarrrgghh?" The girl with a blue streak in her hair spoke.

"Aaarrgghh? Wait a minute.. Arthur?!" Your brows furrowed. "Toby, have you been lying to Nana about this 'International student'?" You made finger quotes as you looked upon your nephew's embarrassed face.

"Uhhh, maybe?" He shrugs. You sigh, disappointed in your nephew.

"If you'll allow me to explain, Lady Y/n,"

Oh- no man, or at least you think it's male, has ever called you lady..

"Aaarrrggh and I are trolls. Master Jim as you see over there," He points to chicken legs, "Is the troll hunter. Underneath your world, there is a magnificent other world, filled with trolls and things you couldn't possibly believe." He waves his hands up in the air.

You nod, taking it all in.

"Ugh, this hurts my head." Another world? Trolls? Troll hunter?? Jim moves beside the blue troll whose name you don't know and speaks to him softly.

"Hi, I'm Claire." There's a hand that's shoved in front of you, in which you awkwardly shake.

"Hey, I'm Toby's aunt. Not biological but I knew his parents well." She nodded before removing her hand from yours. You leaned down, whispering into Toby's ear.

"Who's 6 eyes?"

A voice answered you before Toby's mouth even opened. "My name is Blinky. A pleasure to meet you, lady Y/n." The troll paddles over to you, his stone feet making satisfying clicking sounds as he walks. He holds one of his upper hands out for you to shake.

He didn't seem like such a threat, in fact, he seemed like a gentleman. You smiled and shook his hand. His skin was stone, as you could feel the cracks engraved into it as your hand flooded with a strange warmth.

"Nice to meet you too, Blinky." You release his hand after a few seconds of shaking.

"Master Jim and I were discussing a matter regarding you. If you would like, we could show you Troll Market."

"Troll Market?" You question.

"The home of trolls such as myself, and Aaarrrgghh over here." He points behind him, your eyes wander over to the window as you see that large head. The large troll waves a hand and smiles, seeing as everybody's eyes are now on him.

"Has he been out there the whole time?" You ponder. Why isn't he just in the room?

"Rooms too small." You look around, finding it is indeed smaller than your nephew's room. Oh well. You think about the opportunity to travel to this unknown world. Eh, why not. You would be keeping an eye on Toby as well, so that's always good.

"Um, well, if your offering then, of course, I'd come. Thank you for inviting me." You smile at the blue troll. He smiles back, his 6 eyes staring into your 2. His eyes just seemed so soft.. And mesmerizing, having never seen anyone like this before. Your eyes ghost his face, inspecting upon closer details on the stoned troll.

...

"Ahem." Jim coughs. You both suddenly break eye contact as Blinky coughs, making his way towards the exit.

"Aha! Yes, we should be going. Daylight is rising." He muttered as the teens follow him out. You follow, exiting the house as the breeze of the night flushes your already pink cheeks. Your lead to the bridge you had driven over while entering the town, but now under it.

Aaarrrgghh is tossed a glowing stone by Blinky, creating a semi-circle on the stone of the bridge. He punches the wall, creating a crack before it starts to fall apart. Yellow swirls around the stone before creating something like a portal?

The trolls head in, followed by Jim and Claire. "Cmon auntie, it won't hurt you." You begrudgingly sigh and follow him inside the glowing portal. Stepping inside, you wince as you close your eyes.

Not even a second later, you could feel your area darken. Opening your eyes, you see everyone else staring at you. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Goddammit. The kids laugh as Blinky looks at with you an indescribable expression.

Is he disappointed? Shocked? Unbeknownst to you, the corners of the blue troll's lips rose. "This way, lady Y/n." His 4 hands motioned you to the crystal stairs, swirling downwards in a circle. Oh my god- Wow.

Everyone makes their way down the steps, in comfortable silence. Coming further down, you stop as you take in the view. The magnificent, one-of-a-kind, breathtaking, OH MY GOD, view. "Wow." You mumble in awe, looking up at the enormous, orange crystal in the center. Everything was so beautiful.

"Welcome to HeartStone Troll Market!" Blinky exclaimed from behind you. The other smiled as they watched your reaction. Stepping down the steps, you ended up beside the 6 eyed troll as you stopped.

"Where should we go first?" Toby asked as you gazed upon the well-spoken mystery. Now taking a better look as the others speak, you watch as his eyes blink simultaneously. How the 2d tooth on both sides of his mouth is cracked. The deep grooves into his stone skin. You paid minor attention to what he was wearing before, but now looking closer you see the 2 satchels sporting each hip on his brown overalls.

Your gazing ventures further down, looking at his flat feet. Heh, they look stumpy. "Great! We'll take you to the forge, where you can see my impressive hammer skills!" Toby proclaimed, steering your head up from your gaze.

6 eyes met yours. Oh god, did he see you staring at him? Did he see you staring below his waist??? He doesn't bring it up if he did, instead leading the 5 of you to the 'forge'.

"This is the forge, where many of our great warriors have trained." Blinky gestures around the grand room. You look around in awe, feeling a little overwhelmed by such a beautiful realm.

"It's amazing." You whisper, settling yourself on the sidelines of the giant arena as the kids grab weapons. Weapons?! Oh god.. Aaarrrgghh comes and sits behind you, jolting you with a loud thud as he sits. Blinky stands beside you, gazing out at the children.

"Indeed they are." Your eyes meet his 6, a glance before breaking contact. You smile, proud of your little nephew.

"Aunt Y/n! Look!" The ginger boy yelled from across the large expanse. You watch as he pulls out a small item, before smashing it to the ground. It sprouts a large, flaming orange hammer. Your mouth widens in shock as you see him swish the weapon around. "Impressive, right? It's my war hammer." He says as he trudges over to you.

"Uh yeah, just please be careful with that." He laughs before skittering off. Guess he gets that from Nana. You sigh as you watch the kids spar, rather impressed by Jim's armor and Claire's staff. After they were done fooling around, you see as Claire checks her watch.

"Guys, it's almost 6:30. We should get going." Mumbling as she puts away her shadow staff. Toby groans, retracting his hammer as Jim takes off the amulet.

"Ughh, I forgot we had school today." You slightly chuckle at the kids' words, being the exact same as a child. Jim, Claire, and Toby all run towards the exit of Trollmarket whereas you stand still. Toby looks behind him, seeing your unmoving form.

"Are you coming, auntie?" He cocks his head.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, I just thought I would have more time checking the place out.." You trail off, glancing at what you thought to be your last look at the mysterious underground world. From behind you, Blinky and Aaarrrgghh look towards each other.

"Ahem, if I may, Aaarrrgghh and I will accompany Lady Y/n down here while you're at school. If.. That is alright with you?" His dark, red eyes turn to your form. You nod excitedly.

"Yes! Yes, I would love that." His lips form a smile, 6 eyes gleaming at you before turning back to the other 3 humans.

"Now, run along kids. Aaarrrgghh and I will keep Lady Y/n safe." 2 of his hands form a 'shoo' motion as they smile. You move towards Toby, wrapping him in a hug before bidding goodbye. Turning towards your new-found troll friends, you couldn't help but grin as your leaded into the busy streets of the market.

"This place is so beautiful. How long have you guys been living down here?" You wonder, looking around at all the shop stalls.

"A few centuries, after the battle of Killahead bridge, we had traveled until we found the heartstone you see today." Blinky gestured a hand to the bright, orange crystal towards the center wall of the market.

"Hated boat." Aaarrrgghh chimed in from behind, his large statue circling both the conundrum troll and the female human.

"Yes, we all did." Memories flashed in his 6 eyes before he shivered, obviously not liking that part of his life.

"Killahead bridge? What's that?" You question. You're stopped in front of what looked to be a bookstore. The 2 trolls enter, you following closely behind them as you take in the view. Books littered the walls everywhere. Bookshelves, books on tables, and some even on the floor.

"Ah, and that's the reason why I took you here. You seem like a lover of history, as I am. Therefore, Lady Y/n, I have taken you to my lodgings to learn about troll history!" He exclaims, clearly excited.

"This is your house?" Looking around, it does suit him.

"Indeed, now make it as if your own. I will fetch you some books you can read that will fully satisfy a craving for troll history." He runs around the room, 4 arms stacked full of large books that would most likely take you hours to read. Aaarrrgghh yawns from the corner, bored.

A few minutes later, he sets the books down with a thud on a large table. You sit in one of the chairs presented, grabbing one of the books from the top of the stack. Opening it up, you stare blankly. Turning the pages, you realize you can't read the language.

"Blinky, I can't read this." You say, head popping up from the pages, meeting his 6 eyes. He walks over to you, standing closely behind you as he looks over your shoulder. Your heartbeat quickens as you can see the strands of each of his hair. His long ears softly flap as his eyebrows furrow while reading what you can't.

"Hmm.. That is an issue." He sets a hand on his chin, pondering for a quick while before getting an idea. Sliding a chair over, he sits in front of you, grabbing the book from the table into his 2 upper hands. "Well, I'll just read it to you!" He smiles as you nod, eagerly wanting to learn about something you didn't know existed until 2 hours ago.

And so began the many hours of Blinky reading trollish to you. At some point, Aaarrrgghh decided to leave the hole, leaving you and the conundrum troll alone. You arch your strained back as he finished reading the last sentence of the 3rd book. "And those were all the creatures starting with an A!"

"Wow Blinky that was really, informational." Stretching your legs outwards, you bump onto his foot with your own. Recoiling your legs, you speak quickly, "Oh, sorry." Your cheeks flush.

"No worries Lady Y/n." He sets the book down on the table. "This may sound a bit odd," His eyes find yours, "but I've always been fascinated with the human body. If it's alright with you, lady Y/n, may I take a look at you?"

You thought for a second. Of course, you would also be curious about a different type of species other than your own. Plus, although you've only known him for a few hours, you trusted him. You nod, "Yea sure." He visibly relaxed at your answer. "But," You continue, " I want to look at you too."

He blinked, processing your words before smiling. "Of course." You were unsure of what to do now, sitting in silence as you both watched each other. It was only when he scooted closer, the sound of his chair scraping the ground broke you from your gaze.

"If I may..?" He gestured towards your resting arm. You quickly lifted it up and bent closer, showing him your fleshy arm. He told ahold gently, stone hands that were surprisingly warm against your skin. He traced up and down your arm, squishing a few times.

His breath tickled your skin, resulting in tiny goosebumps forming. "What are those small bumps?" He mumbled, eyes fixated on your arm.

"Those are goosebumps. Humans get them when we're cold." You answer, enjoying being the teacher for once.

"Fascinating." He moved down from your arm towards your fingers, squishing, prodding, rubbing. Your hands tingled in his own as he poked your fingernails. "And these?" He pointed towards them.

"Those are fingernails, they're made of keratin." He nodded, placing your hand down.

"Thank you for allowing me to look at you, lady Y/n." You smiled, waving your hand.

"No problem. Now it's my turn." He lifted his lower arm and extended it towards you. You grab hold, a bit taken aback at the size. His hand could easily fit around your whole face. You rub the warm stone, strumming your fingers along it as you play a rhythmic tune.

Unlike you, he only had 4 fingers, every one of them very large. While your head is down playing with his hand, his 6 eyes gaze upon you. Never did he allow a human he just met to poke and prod at him, so why did he allow you? The moment you had awoken in Toby's house, a scream and a stumble he had expected when you saw him, but he didn't expect you to shake his hand for so long.

He would have sufficed a quick shake and a fearful let go, leaving you in his 'ok' books. But, you just kept staring at him, even now, he feels his heart shake a little as you examine his arm. Standing near him willingly, refusing to leave with Master Jim and the others, but to stay and explore more of his world? Oh dear.

"You know," Your voice snaps him out of his daydream, "even though you're made of stone, you're actually very warm." You note as you caress his arm.

"Ah, yes, rather strange isn't it?" He brings an upper hand of his to his mouth and coughs. He could feel as you trace the engravements on his skin, your fingernails scratching him a little.

"Can I touch your belly?" He sputtered at the question.

"My stomach?" You lift your head, watching as his face contorts into a confused expression.

"I mean, uh- never mind." You release his hand and try to laugh it off. Well, that was embarrassing. You feel your cheeks rise in heat as you look at the ground.

"You may." A soft voice beckons you to look up, staring at the oh-so-kind troll, looking down at you with gentle eyes. You smile, giving a small thank you before moving your hand towards the troll's exposed stomach. Settling your hand on the stone belly, you felt him jolt slightly.

Tracing the engravings upon his skin once more, you lean closer and place your other hand onto him. Your eyes focus on his body, not daring to make eye contact. Whereas, his 6 eyes stared intently down at you. Watching, feeling your every move. He could somewhat feel your breath on his stone skin as well. Although he did find it odd you would want to touch his stomach, it did feel nice.

Your hands caress his body, leaning your face in as you stare into the cracked stone. Wonderous. As you slid your hands up, you went a bit further than you assumed as your hands went upon his chest. "Oh- sorry about that, getting a little handsy heh." You remove your hands and scratch your neck as you mentally slap yourself. Goddammit Y/n. You could feel your cheeks reddening.

He says nothing, so you look up at him. His eyes, half-lidded, staring at you with an unexplainable expression. What is..?

"May I smoosh faces with you?"

"Pardon?" You lower your hand from your neck, head shooting up from his words. Smoosh faces? Wait.. Did he mean kissing? "Do you want to kiss me?" You whisper.

"Yes! That's the word." He nodded.

"Then, yes." You nod, slowly leaning back towards him. He swallowed as you closed your eyes, coming towards him ever so slowly. He pushed his face towards yours, his large lips pressed against yours. His teeth touched your cheeks, but he was careful not to hurt you. 2 of his arms came and clutched onto your shoulders.

Unconsciously pulling you closer towards him, you lifted yourself out of your seat and onto his lap. Lower hands settle onto your waist, holding you close as you continue the kiss. He pulled away first, 6 wide eyes settled upon you.

"That was.." You try and find the word.

"Magnificent." He breathed out. His arms slowly slid up and down your waist, caressing your clothed skin. "May I.. Remove your shirt?" Struck with lust, you nodded, lifting your arms up as he removes your shirt. Discarding the shirt to the floor, he leans in and breaths in your scent.

"Blinky," You whisper in his ear, "take off my pants." You slowly grind against him in his lap, breathing heavily. He aides you in removing your clothing, until your sitting on him with only a bra on. You unclip your bra and toss it to the side, your breasts free from the barrier. Your nipples harden at the cool air, gaining the troll's attention.

He asks for your permission, "Blinky, I wouldn't get naked just so you can't touch me." He removes his upper hands from your shoulders and placed them over your breasts. He experimentally kneads, pushes, and rubs your fat lumps. You softly moan, encouraging him to continue.

"You are very squishy.." He mumbles, softly pinching your nipples. You arch your back, pushing your chest further into him as one of his lower hands moves to support your back. You grab his hand attached to your waist and pull it between your legs.

"Touch me here." You release the stone as he complies, his large fingers fiddling between your folds. He takes experimental rubs into you, finding your clit with your help as you release a loud moan. His hands continue to rub your tits, rubbing your nipples with soft strength.

"O-oh.." You grind into his hand as he rubs your button.

"I'd like to take a closer look, if I may?" He puffs in your ear. You nod, frowning as he removes his hands from your body, only to lift you up and carry you towards a back room. Entering the new room, you see a pile of pillows and blankets littering the floor. He sets you upon them before removing his overalls.

You move a hand between your legs and feel your wetness, circling your clit a few times as you beg for him in your mind. He lays his clothes on the side before returning to your side. Settling his face between your legs, he inhales your scent deeply through his large orange nose. "Human anatomy is rather fascinating up close."

He says it as if he.. You sit up, bumping against his nose before he brings his head up, a confused expression on his face. "Blinky, is this the first time you've done it?"

"Done what?"

"Had sex..?" He smiles at your worried expression. "Cause we can stop if you want to-"

"My dear, this is only the first time I've done anything with your kind. As well, I am positively overjoyed to be with you right now. Rest assured, I want to do this." You exhale and smile, flopping your head back down.

"Well, that's a relief. And I am too, Blinky, really happy to do this with you." You avoid eye contact, your cheeks too flushed to be seen. He returns his head back down, his fingers spreading your lips as he explores you.

He blows air, rubs, licks. As his mouth plays with your outer part, a stone finger gently prods your entrance. Sliding into you with ease, you gasp as you thought how a single digit was so thick. You're having sex with a troll, duh.

Soon enough, with all of his stimulation, you came around his finger. "AhhH~" Crying out, he halts his movements as you come down from your high. He leans up as your thighs twitch, bringing his soaked finger to his mouth before licking.

"Was that alright?"

You panted, holding up a thumbs up. "Amazing." He gave an innocent smile, amusing in the situation that had just occurred. You leaned up, sitting on your butt. "Blinky, so um," You gestured towards his blank pelvis.

"Ah, for me to release my, 'intimacy', I will need to be coaxed open. Protective plates will shift, revealing myself." You nodded, crawling closer towards him as he leaned back, parting his legs. You didn't know exactly what to do, so you started with rubbing the stone. Looking up towards your lover's face, he seemed to like it as his 6 eyes fell half-lidded, staring down at you.

You continued rubbing until what he had said happened, his plates parted, revealing not one, but 3 appendages. The middle, being the largest, whereas the other 2 were shorter. "Ah.. Yes, the middle one is the functioning one, carrying the sperm. The others are for added stimulation." He muttered as your hand softly caressed his cocks.

"So, how do you wanna do this? You lie down or me?" You stroke him as he ponders.

"It is your first time with a troll, so allow me to take command." A breathy voice mutters, hands removing yours from himself as he sets you on your back. "I fear the other way around would have you in pain." He was right, cowgirl position usually gets deeper.

You settle down as he scooches near you, hands ahold of his larger phallus. The smaller ones swirl and wrangle as their placed near your thigh creases. He angles the middle one to your hole, as 2 of his hands grasp your waist. Pushing his hips forwards, he slowly slides in, stretching you no man, or toy had ever done to you.

Your hands find his attached to your skin, grasping onto his hand and signal him to slow down. He does, waiting for you to adjust to his girth. It takes a long while as you wait for the pain to settle as he pushes himself in little by little. After a couple of minutes, you finally have him all inside without any pain. Discomfort? Yes, but nothing you cant handle.

As he pulls out, the first few pushes are testing. Testing your levels and discomfort. Hearing the soft sounds you make as he slowly enters you, he speeds up his thrusts. Rocky digits hold onto your skin, moving upwards towards your breasts as another set comes onto your skin. He leans over you as he rhythmically pounds into you.

His smaller tendrils wiggle and surround your opening, gently prodding your hole. You couldn't dare to fit another one inside, could you? He stares at your form, looking for any signs of pain. "Are you alright so far?" He rolls his hips against you.

"Yes! It feels so good.." You lift your arms and place your hands onto his cheeks. He gives you a toothy smile before returning to the task at hand. Your arms fell to clutch his own around you as he gives a sharp thrust. You moan as he bites his lips.

A deep growl resonated within the bookworm's chest as one of his smaller tendrils slowly pushes its way inside of you. You whine as it snakes its way through your hole, wiggling against your walls. You feel so full. You could feel yourself coming undone, a ball in your stomach forming as he slithers inside of you.

The outer phallus slides up your vulva, towards the top of your lips, finding your little pink button. You squeal as you are overwhelmed with pleasure. He grunts over you, clenching his teeth as he continues to thrust. Wet sounds surrounded the room, the slapping of him against you is the only sound in the room.

You clench down around him, both of his cocks still moving as you release onto them. Soaked in your juices, they glisten in the light as they're pulled from you in mere milliseconds before pounding back inside you. You cry out from the overstimulation, your face contorting into many expressions as your opening's abused by large cocks.

As he nears his end, his chest rumbles as he begins to make curious sounds. Deep throaty rasps, before a loud yelp lets out from his tusked mouth. Hot seed envelopes your insides, soaking your walls. He continues to thrust, riding out his orgasm before he settles down. Pulling out from you, he leans to the side and flops down.

You pant and turn towards him, grabbing onto his hand as he heaves. You both lay in silence, catching your breath from such an exhilarating activity.

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #blinky #blinkous #blinkous galadrigal #blinkyxreader #blinkousxreader

[sorceress-coffee]

Party Monster - Adventures in the Library Sciences

AO3 Link   Phase 2 - Chapter 27 - Episode 21

Jim’s POV

The guys and I headed back to Trollmarket, feeling better now that we found River and were able to go through some insane scenarios planning for Angor Rot.

“So, are we kicking your uncle out or?” Toby trailed off, pissed his adopted sister had been so upset over something Garridan may have said.

I sighed pulling out the Horngazel as we entered the canal, “Sorry Tobes, River asked him to come down here. She’s not making him leave after bad news and a panic attack. He’s still our best shot in fighting Angor Rot.”

“Not to mention he has experience dealing with the Janus Order, the changelings working with Strickler.” Draal pointed out, checking the phone Eemeli had gotten him, keeping an eye out in case River needed an escape from girls’ night.

Toby pouted slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as I opened the portal to Trollmarket. “Fine, do I get to meet the guy then? Might have a few choice words for this Garridan guy.”

I rolled my eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips, “You’ll have all night to get to know ‘Uncle Gary,’” I snickered, thinking back to how dad and mom used to call him. We headed down to Rot-Guts to see if they might have something that could help us get the ring.

Draal knocked on the doors with his prosthetic, huffing as the two trolls began to argue about who spoke with the customers again. “This is going to take longer than a night.”

“Excuse me. Mr. Rot and Gut?” I called out to the trolls, trying to get one of their attention. “Do you guys have a ring remover spell of anything?”

Rot’s window opened as he peered down at us. “You want a ring,” he paused thinking over my question, “remover? Hmm, let’s see.” His eye left the window as he began searching through items behind the large cavern door. “Ring, ring… Oh, here it is!” He cheered as his eye returned to the window.

“That’s Ringworm remover, ya glork,” Gut’s window snapped open, glaring up at Rot’s window.

“What about a magical super magnet?” Toby asked.

“Oh!” Gut disappeared, “Definitely got one of those!”

“What’s the catch?” Draal muttered, shaking his head at Rot and Gut’s antics.

“Doesn’t work great,” Gut piped up again, “Just grabs snails.

“And there it is,” Draal rolled his eyes.

“I’m afraid our colleagues here won’t be of much use if you do not know what you’re looking for.” Blinky’s voice cut in.

Turning we saw Blinky and Garridan’s human form walking up to us.

“We’ve got a Footswapper,” Rot piped up, “You can take his feet.” He chuckled at his own antics.

“Magical solutions are a delicate matter. You must be precise.” Blinky shook his head, knowing we wouldn’t get closer to getting the ring from Strickler this way.

“I suggest we search for a way to remove the Inferna Copula in another location,” Garridan suggested, eyeing Toby.

“Yes, we need to find the exact tool for the job at hand.” Blinky agreed, trying to keep us from getting something that could only end in disaster.

Gut’s yelp cut us off as we watched him and Rot try to find balance, Rot laughing as he joked about stealing Gut’s feet.

“So, where exactly do we find the right tool?” Toby asked, happy to still have his own feet.

Blinky grinned, pushing the teens ahead, Draal walking with Garridan. “I know just the place! Are you ready young wards, to embark on the greatest adventure?” Blinky asked as he guided us directly into his library.

“Oh, yeah!” Toby grinned, looking around for a clue as to where we were actually headed. “Where? Where?”

“The adventure of reading!” Blinky grinned, gesturing to the mountains of books that covered the floors of his library. “Hours upon hours of research awaits you!”

“I’d say run, but we actually need to find something,” Eemeli called from a corner of the library, surrounded by open books.

“Well, we sure walked into that one,” Toby sighed, looking over the stacks of books as he tried to figure out where to start. Blinky and Toby began to discuss his brother, Dictatious Maximum Galadrigal.

I wandered over to where Garridan was searching through some ancient-looking scrolls. “Any idea where we should actually start?” I asked, trying to break the glacier amount of ice that surround River and me when it came to our fathers.

Garridan seemed surprised when he looked up, tilting his head slightly in thought, reminding me of River when she was choosing color pallets for her artwork. “Honestly I could tell you where not to look before having an idea of where to look.” He sighed, rolling up one of the scrolls, “I didn’t realize you were able to read Trollish, however.”

“Oh, I can’t” I sighed, taking a seat and grabbing a random book to start on. “This little thing helps though,” I pulled out the amulet, a sky-blue light filtered over the pages as the Trollish script turned to English.

Garridan examined the change in script closely before poking at the amulet in my hand. “I didn’t know it could do that,” He paused, glancing at Toby as he flipped through a book. “What of your friend there?”

“Tobes can’t read Trollish, probably looking at the sketches to see if something jumps out, not literally I hope.” I sighed, skimming through the book I held.

Garridan was still looking over the amulet, seemingly lost in thought for the moment. “Your friend Claire, the one on your phone, said River is staying with her. Is she,” trailing off, uncertain if he should ask about her so soon after she stormed off.

I looked up to him, setting the book down. “She’s okay, better after having some time to calm down. Today was a lot for her.” I shrugged slightly.

He nodded, sighing as he sat back, peering over the scrolls. “I see, I’m glad she had you and her friends here.”

“Well, we’re not going anywhere,” I winced, realizing how loaded that comment was.

Garridan let out a heavier sigh, “You’re both angry, rightfully so.”

I looked up at him again, “Well, you both did kind of leave out of nowhere.” Glaring as I thought about it, tearing my eyes back to the books in front of me. “You dropped River off with our family when I was 3, two years later dad up and leaves in the middle of the night. How did you think we would react? Especially since neither of us should know what’s really going in this nightmare-fueled magic world?”

Garridan waited for me to finish my rant, collecting his thoughts. “Jim, I want you to know your father and I didn’t want to leave. In fact, we had been planning on keeping our families close while we raised you and River.” He sighed pulling out an old picture, three adults standing in front of my house, a 5-year-old River hugging Garridan’s leg while I was holding mom and dad’s hands, swinging between them.

“What happened?” I asked softly, carefully taking the picture from Garridan’s grasp.

“Bular happened,” Garridan explained, leaning back, almost as if he was putting himself in the memory. “Your father and I had no idea Trollmarket was located in Arcadia. James left the guard in search of the location where River and I would fall from our previous time in Camelot. In that time, he met your mother and the two of them settled down and had you.” He smiled softly before continuing. “When the time came, you were about two years old when River and I fell into Arcadia Oaks. James was able to bring us to Sylvina who sealed River’s magic so she would appear human. We lived peacefully in the suburbs of Arcadia for about a year. In which time, Bular and the other Changelings had found the location of Trollmarket and began their hunt.”

I looked up seeing a deep frown etched in his face as he thought back to the year he left.

“James and I knew that one would lead to the other, so we had to protect you both the only way we knew how,” He sighed softly, “we had to lead the changelings astray, keep them from connecting us to you and River.”

“Why didn’t you leave together?” I found the words falling from my mouth before I could process whether or not I wanted the answer.

“I was the distraction.” He spoke simply, pointing to my father’s face in the photo. “My presence sent a shockwave through the changeling community, having thought to have been dead after the battle of Killahead. Using that to our advantage, I led them on a ‘wild goose chase,’ so to speak, while your father ensured you and River were kept safe.”

“Why not take us with you? Isn’t Camelot hidden?” I asked quickly, they may have left to protect us but wouldn’t being with them make more sense?

“We didn’t know who we could trust,” Uncle Garridan sighed softly. “I’ve been gone for 900 years; I didn’t know who was loyal to Gunmar and who was loyal to Ganieda. If I had trusted the wrong person, well,” his teeth clenched tight at the thought. “You would have been eaten or trained as a changeling spy, and River would most likely be dead.”

I winced, realizing they really didn’t have any other option. Uncle Garridan and dad had tried to keep River and me as safe as possible. While I was still mad, it was more for mom’s sake than my own. “Think mom will ever know why he left?”

“Think you’ll ever tell her about being the Trollhunter?” He countered; both knowing neither would happen if we could help it. Mom deserved a normal life, not this chaotic mess.

We went back to studying the books and scrolls, trying to find any more information on Angor Rot, along with getting that damn ring from Strickler. As time passed, I realized Draal and Eemeli had wandered off, probably escaping the adventure of reading in favor of training or sleeping, Draal having to do that more often now that he was squishy.

“Book 26,” I groaned, slamming the offensive tome shut, “nothing! This last one was just a list of toe fungus. Fungi. Fungi!” I yelled exasperated that our search was getting nowhere quickly. “Whatever! I don’t care!”

Toby’s groan could be heard from a pile of books close to Garridan and me. “I’m still on book three.” He sighed out, rotating the book as he examined another sketch. “Can’t exactly read Trollish, so just been kinda looking at the pictures.”

“This is taking forever. Any luck, Blink?” I asked, scrubbing my face as exhaustion was winning over at the moment.

Blinky was leaning back in his chair, snoring softly as we all turned our gaze on the temporary human. He snapped back to focus as we called his name. “Excuse me.” He yawned, setting the book he had been trying to read down. “My zeal for the library science seems to be waning. Since I only have two eyes, reading makes them very tired, very fast.”

“Dude, you awake?” Toby asked as we realized Blinky didn’t look so great, exhausted being the best way to describe him at the moment. “You look terrible.”

Garridan nodded, closing his scrolls, “Still adjusting to living on a human schedule?”

“I can’t conceive why.” Blinky grouched, “I’ve met every one of my daily human needs, three meals a day, eight glasses of water, eight minutes of sleep,” he yawned out, dozing off again.

Uncle Garridan facepalmed, shaking his head slightly as Blinky listed off his major lack of sleep. “Hasn’t he been around humans long enough to know that’s incorrect?” “Oh, Blinky,” I groaned, uncertain how he could mess up that bad. “It’s eight hours of sleep!”

Blinky was out cold. Snoring as he hugged the book into his chest. Well, so much for the expert’s help tonight.

“And,” Toby sighed, looking to Garridan and me, “then there were… three?” He asked, realizing Draal and Eemeli had skipped out. “Your uncle’s right, how did Blinky think we only slept eight minutes? I mean, maybe River, but she lives on coffee, and ya know,” he shrugged, “she’s not exactly human.”

“You take a troll that barely needs to sleep, and suddenly you throw all these new needs and restrictions on him, he’s bound to get a couple of things wrong. How has he been functioning all this time?” Uncle Garridan asked, poking Blinky’s face.

“At this point, you guess is as good as ours,” I sighed turning back to the piles of books we barely made a dent in.

“I don’t know how many more books I can read before my brain melts.” Toby groaned, glaring at the pile as he grabbed a random book. “I think this book’s about reading books!” He yelped, looking over the sketches in shock.

I looked at the page he opened to, “Wait a sec.” I grinned, leaning over his shoulder as I looked over the sketch. “I think you found something.” I set the amulet on the book, watching as the Trollish script transformed to English. “A draught of Elix-lore allows thee to consume knowledge at a voracious pace.” I read the excerpt in the book.

“Won’t take Strickler’s ring off, but it could help speed things up.” Toby nodded, grinning at the thought of getting through the library faster. “I wonder if Rot-Gut has any.”

“Are you sure this is the best tool?” Uncle Garridan asked, peering over us to examine the book entry. “Keep in mind that this is a magical solution.”

“Seems all it does is allow us to get through reading faster, couldn’t hurt to try,” I sighed, nodded to Tobes. “Let’s see if they have any.”

Toby grinned, making sure to grab an extra stinky sock as we headed back to Rot-Guts. We quickly traded the foul garment for a bottle of Elix-lore. The shop trolls not even bothering to haggle with us this time around.

Holding up the potion with a grin, I showed it to Uncle Garridan. “See? Know what to look for and you can find the exact tool for the job!” Quoting Blinky from earlier, excited to get through all this reading finally.

“Oh! Give me some of that yum-yum juice,” Toby grinned, our willing guinea pig for the potion, not wanting to spend a second longer than necessary piled under these books. He grabbed the bottle, downing the contents quickly.

“Tobias, wait!” Garridan grabbed the bottle from him before he could down the entire bottle. A stern glare etched over his face as he stared Toby down.

“Kinda minty,” Toby noted, unfazed by Garridan. “With notes of,” he let out a burp. “Mold.”

Garridan shoved the bottle in my face, a note tied around the neck of the bottle, “Read that.” He snarled out, irritated at Tobes.

I read over the note, realizing quickly it was the instruction I let out a groan. “Toby! It says you’re only supposed to drink a drop of it. You drank half the bottle!” I yelped as Toby groaned, the potion not agreeing with him it seems.

“That is why we read the instruction before we use magic items,” Uncle Garridan scolded us.

“Jim. My insides are gurgling really weird.” Toby sat back against a pile of books.

“Do you feel,” I sighed worried how this was going to turn out, “hungry for knowledge?”

“Actually, “Toby pushed me back, “I feel like I’m gonna-” he began to heave, trying not to puke.

All of a sudden the book we had left open began to glow, the Trollish script floating off of the page and heading for Toby. I pulled Toby’s mouth open as the script began to bounce off of his lips. The entire book flowed directly into Toby’s mouth.

“Jim, am I wrong? Or did words just fly into my mouth? He asked, mouth still glowing from the magic.

“How do you feel?” I asked quickly, making sure he was okay.

“I feel as good as Grimbald the Grave must have felt at the Quibble of Quandry after besting a vicious Sloorbeast!” He burped, looking up at me confused. “Wait. What did I just say?”

“Seems the Elix-lore is working,” Garridan hummed, swatting away the script that had escaped from Toby’s burp. “Be careful though, he drank way too much of that potion.”

I nodded, picking up another book for Toby to try. “We’ll keep the pace slow, hopefully, that helps.” The words flew out of the book as soon as Toby opened his mouth, faster than the first book.

“Maddrux the Many triumphed in the battle of Doomscavern, defeating his greatest enemy. Himself.” Tobes summarized the book he had just eaten. “Hit me again!”

We continued like this for a while. The more books Toby ate, the faster he wanted to go. Uncle Garridan kept slowing us, trying to keep a disaster from unfolding.

He finally convinced us to take a small break and I went to check on Blinky sleeping, surrounded by the books we had already gone through. “Come on, Blinky. Wake up!” I tried shaking him, to no avail the troll was still out cold.

Gun Robot began to play from my phone. Grabbing it quickly I realized it was Claire. Hopefully, she and River could come back and help us stop Toby from destroying the library. All the books began to glow, words flying everywhere as the potion's effects grew stronger.

“Claire!” I yelped, finally answering. “I’m so glad you called. You and River gotta come to Trollmarket!” Cutting off as loud music blared through my speaker.

“No time, Jim.” She called out, trying to yell over the music on her side of the line. “You need to come here. NotEnrique’s out of control!”

“Out of control?” I winced, still shaking Blinky as I ducked under more flying words. “Sic River on him, he listens to her. Toby is gorging on magic troll words,” I tried to explain, keep Blink up as he began to fall over the books, “and turning into some kind of knowledge god!”

“More!” Toby yelled out, devouring the words as quickly as they flew from the books. “More knowledge!”

Garridan began swatting the words away, trying to slow Toby down as much as possible. Getting pelted from all directions as a mini-twister began to form.

“Jim! NotEnrique, my house!” Claire cried out, “I lost sight of River a while ago and I’ve tried everything!”

I sighed, knowing I couldn’t leave here while Blinky was unconscious and Toby was still gorging on magic words. “Claire, look, I know you can figure it out. I’m sorry but,” I yelped as the twister threw Garridan into one of the bookshelves. “I gotta go!”

I hung up, rushing to Toby quickly. “Okay, Tobes. We were supposed to be taking a break. You gotta be full by now, right?” I asked, hoping to slow him down even just slightly.

“No, James,” a distorted voice tore from Toby’s throat. “I am becoming a living archive. A codex of all troll history and arcana!” He grinned, waving his hands through the words as they continued to close in on us. “I am like Voltar the Voracious, who was born with two minds!” He snickered, “For all good that did him. Stepped on by a Thrall.” He cackled, the demised of the troll hilarious compared to the knowledge he had consumed so far.

He grabbed me by my shoulders, grinning like Blinky had when he drove the gyre. “Don’t you see, James? I already have the solution to our problem! To do something impossible, you must change what is possible.” The explanation is more cryptic than helpful so far. “The oldest known troll was 5,352 years old named Chokeenamaga.”

“Okay,” I tried getting him back on topic. “So, Tobes, how do we get the ring off Strickler?”

“The Kairosect will grant us all we need to get the Inferna Copula,” he grinned, slipping back into the potion fog. “Queethokpharlock.”

I grabbed his face, trying to keep his attention. “Hey, hey, focus. How do we get the Kairo thing?”

“You must return to Gatto’s Keep.” He announced, a far-off look returning to his eyes.

“Gatto?” I groaned, “Oh, great! Aren’t you already on hir crap list?” I asked, wincing at my choice of words.

“Bula-nok-chura-azu-zoth. Bula! Bula!” Toby began chanting, causing the mini word tornado to target him.

“Oh no,” I watched as even more script was torn from the ancient books surrounding us, heading for Toby’s mouth. Seeing them charge upwards before diving right for Toby, I jumped between the magic words and him, trying to stop the madness before Toby became some weird knowledge god.

“All right, Tobes. We got what we’re looking for, so let’s chill, okay?” I tried to reason with him. “We’ll get some fresh air. Splash of water.”

“There are more important endeavors!” The distorted voice fully takes over Toby’s speech, “I must know all!”

Toby began to chant again, “The great Warg age enters the seventh blood moon. The Draknagoth will arise! Moonlight will rise to defeat the eclipse!” A loud gurgle cut him off, Toby trying to hold everything in.

Burping, a magic word flew from his mouth. Toby grabbed it, popping it back into his mouth as he tried to continue on his knowledge tirade. “Nope. The parallels of the universe! All its answers have become so clear! The secret of life is,” another burp cutting him off, Toby holding a hand over his mouth to keep the words from slipping out. “Nope, nope, nope.” Shaking his head slightly as he tried to continue, “the secret of life is,”  he heaved, magic words shooting out of his mouth as he fell back.

He sat up, dizzy from the magic and throwing up. “The meaning is… nope.” Turning to throw up more of the glowing script.

I winced as this continued for a few minutes, Toby still trying to explain the meaning of life between throwing up. Not getting anywhere in his monologue. He shot back past the pile of books Blinky was sleeping under, waking the squishy troll from his nap.

Blinky sniffed, head popping out from the pile as his nose wrinkled. “Ah! Elix-lore,” he glowered, pulling himself from the bile.

Garridan groaned, rising from the bookshelf he had been thrown into, Troll form out and towering over us. “I hate that damned potion.”

Ignoring the grouchy adults, I ran over to Tobes, still laying back as the last few words slipped from his mouth. “Tobes? You okay?”

Blinky joined us, examining Toby. “What is two plus two?”

Still out of it, Toby began counting on fingers before breaking down in giggles. “Awesome sauce!”

Sighing in relief at having the normal Toby back, I helped him up to his feet. “Glad you’re back to normal.”

“About the only thing that is,” Garridan grunted, examining the damage we had done to the library.

“Yes,” Blinky sighed, surveying the disaster himself. “My library on the other hand…”

“Sorry,” Tobes piped up, waving the last of the words away from him. “I’ll clean it up.”

“No, no,” Blinky shook his head, smirking at Garridan. “It’s all recoverable. Rot-Gut’s probably has a little something to put it right.”

“No!” Toby and I cried out in unison, never wanting to use another stupid magic troll item again.

As we were cleaning, Eemeli’s troll form had returned carrying a fully shifted River on his back, Draal walking calmly next to them as River broke down giggling at the sight of the library. Looks like we still had quite the night ahead of us. At least River was cheerful.

#river of arcadia #draal x river #DraalxOC #trollhunters fanfiction #chapter 27 #episode 21 #party monster #adventures in the library sciences #jim's pov #River Marie Lake #River Marie Wyllt #Trollhunters #tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia fanfiction

[daydream-believin]

The Never-Ending Roadtrip (waffles)

summary: (part 1) or (part 5) <- reader joins douxie on his quest to protect nari. he’ll need company wont he. (part 6) do you like waffles? also appalachia and nj trollmarket fun. next-> (part 7)

warnings: swearing, fem! reader, maybe an alcohol mention, proof reading is for squares yo

word count: 3875

a/n: i’m sorry to anyone from PA but wtf. i also have no idea why this turned out the way it did. bon apetit.

no gif im trying to test something

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Y/n looked over at Douxie. The blue of his hair was starting to fade into a duller hue. While not as bright and bold as his personality, it was still very nice to look at. This muted blue was softer, almost comforting in a way. Y/n found herself running her fingers through it. It wasn’t just the color that was soft. Like feathers in her hand, she gently caressed the strands. The duller color made him look tired, older, and the permanent bags under his eyes didn’t help. She placed her hand on his face and ran her thumb over a said eye bag. He gave her a very subdued smile in return. His sunken eyes were so beautiful. Her favorite color. Or colors, one should say. They were like an earth toned opal. Y/n’s hand drifted down his face. She used her thumb to explore his cheekbones, tracing constellations in his freckles, and finally settled on his mouth, tracing his cupid’s bow. Douxie couldn’t help but break the stoic face he was trying to hold.

“As much as I hate to ask this, and I really do, but will you please cease what you’re doing, My Love. I’m trying to drive here.”

“Yes, I would also like to ask you to stop, miss L/n. Not wrecking the ship is worth you canning your pda for a while.” Archie added.

Y/n pulled her hand back and exaggeratedly pouted. She teasingly stuck her tongue out at Archie for good measure, but couldn’t help but dissolve into a snicker right after so it wasn’t very effective. But really, it wasn’t her fault that Douxie’s beautifully sculpted face was right there and demanding to be touched. She tried to distract herself by focusing on the scenery around them. North Pennsylvania was delightful, so it’d be a shame if she spent the whole time that they flew through it looking at nothing but Douxie. There was plenty of time for her to do that the rest of her life. It’s not like she didn’t have every freckle memorized already. Every single adorable little dot. Right, Pennsylvania. Appalachia. Y/n was a little disappointed they didn’t manage to go through West Virginia, being as north as they were. She really wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Country roads.

The mountains were hard to transverse through, so Douxie took the boat up high in the clouds. A little too high. The oxygen was thin. While this didn’t affect Archie the dragon or Nari the plant goddess, Douxie and Y/n were getting a bit woozy. Neither would get altitude sickness to the point of dying, thanks to that good ol’ curse of immortality, but their minds weren’t exactly operating at high speeds here. They passed through a low hanging cloud in a puff of fog.

Though they were over it, just being in the range of Appalachia felt odd. There was a presence that clung to the mountains. Even flying high up in the air, one felt as though they were being watched. Like the thousand eyes of the forest were upon them. Looking down below, hanging over the edge like Douxie hated her to do, Y/n saw a herd of deer that might as well be ants. Watching over the herd was a bigger, or maybe closer, stag on a peak of some sort. His antlers were covered in crimson. Y/n hoped he was just shedding.

There were pathways cutting through the trees below, some roads, some manmade trails, some rivers, some troll trails, and some deer trails. Some that wound around in endless curves, some that seemed to start from nowhere and stop at nothing, some that went round and round in a circle, and some that crossed over each other, effectively creating a maze of sorts. Y/n didn’t know why, but she was glad she was above the trees and not in them. Something within her gut told her that as beautiful as the scenery was, she did not wish to experience it first-hand. The deer below were beautiful, but there was something not quite right about them. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to turn down a game of ninepins either, and she could really go for a drink.

Douxie’s brain may have been foggy, but he could certainly see Y/n hanging over the edge again, tantalizing him. He couldn’t help but imagine 174 ways for it to end badly. He’d been pretty passive about this before but now that they were so high up, he had no choice but to be up front now.

“Y/n, My Love,” Y/n turned her attention to him, which also pulled her weight more towards the boat than the sky. Good. “do you mind being back near the center of the ship? I really don’t like you draping yourself over the railing like that.”

Y/n was getting sick and tired of people always trying to keep her away from edges, advising her not to climb the mountain, telling her to stay inside when there was only a light rainstorm. She could handle it. She wasn’t a fucking porcelain doll. She was not wearing a fancy gown that suffocated her, she could speak, her lips were not perfectly painted on. And she wouldn’t shatter. “Relax, Dewdrop. I’m fine. I’m not just gonna go skydiving for kicks. If anyone has had a penchant for falling through the sky recently, it’s been you, Hisirdoux. I can catch myself with anti-gravity spells, like you taught me. Besides, we walk across tall, crumbly, ancient non-osha compliant walkways all the time. You never had a problem then.”

“Well,” He huffed, “it would be one thing if I was there next to you, but I’m not, so could you please just try to stay safe when I can’t reach you?” Y/n was taken about at how quick his tone went from annoyed to desperate. She furrowed her brows. Doux sighed, “Look, it frightens me, okay. I know that nothing will happen, but what if it does? I can’t- I can’t lose you.” His tone got even feebler in his pleading. “And there’s so many ways to lose you. Especially with the Order on our tails. Please, just give me this peace of mind for at least one thing.”

Y/n stepped away from the railing, crossing over to Douxie. He opened his arm and she nestled into his side. Pressing her head against his chest, she mumbled, “Absolutely. I’ll just—I’ll just stay here then. Next to you. I’m sorry I worried you. That was the last thing I wanted to do.”

He leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you, My Darling.”

~ ~ ~

The dipped down south to go through the top of Maryland and completely through Delaware to get to the south of New Jersey, in place of just going through Philadelphia. The city of brotherly love was not on the itinerary.  Philly, and the top of New Jersey, were just too densely populated to take a magic boat through. The airspace was filled with airplanes and skyscrapers. It was easier to go the roundabout way.

As they passed between Philly and Lancaster, they went by fantastically named towns such as Paradise the city, where the girls are pretty, Bird In Hand, Blue Ball, and Intercourse. Stellar. Y/n was starting to really like Pennsylvania. It was cursed ground. She made sure to get photographic evidence of every road sign. Douxie was happy to pose with them.

They took a pit stop in a town called Peach Bottom before leaving Pennsylvania. Y/n wanted to go through New Texas, since she was curious how somewhere in the original colonies could be a new Texas, but Nari could sense a river nearby, and wanted to seek it out. Peach Bottom. It was a cozy little town with a power plant that was dumping it’s waste into the riverside it was built on. Toxic river. Fun. Y/n made Douxie explain to Nari why she couldn’t get near the river or touch any of the water. Y/n wouldn’t have been able to stay as calm as Douxie could. There was nothing happening in the rural Pennsylvanian town. Nothing special about it unless you counted their countless nuclear admissions. The locals didn’t care for strangers, and that was alright with them cause they didn’t want to be here for any more than necessary for a restroom break. Dinner could wait.

The top of Maryland was great. Lots of rivers to make it up to Nari. There was just, an incredibly large walmart near the line. Just absolutely humongous whopper walmart. A leach whose name doesn’t even deserve to be capitalized, thank you very much autocorrect.

It took less than half an hour to fly right through the top of Delaware. Hi Delaware, bye Delaware.

Soon they were on the coast of south New Jersey, headed for a sleepy town called Monty. Monty was a town along the Cohansey, split across it with quite an impressive bridge between the two sides. As soon as the bridge became visible on the skyline, Y/n grabbed Douxie’s sleeve and tugged excitedly. She looked up at him with a big smile. Rest. At last, they were going to get to rest. Y/n made herself busy calling Jim to let him know that they were there so he could call someone else to let them know that they were there and to wait by the entrance for them. Neither Douxie nor Y/n had a horngazzle on them at the moment. Y/n had had one in her possession back in Arcadia, being book club buddies with Blinky, but alas that was destroyed along with their bookstore.

They hid that damn magic boat in the forest. While they did plan on staying with the trolls for a few weeks, Douxie didn’t put it back in its glass bottle quite yet, cause they were in fact taking it into New York not tomorrow but the next day. He covered the ground around it with a few more wards than necessary. Y/n threw up an illusion spell around it, as she had been all the other times they’d just left it in the woods, and thought the wards were overkill but didn’t say anything. They started on the trek to the base of the bridge.

The troll at the entrance greeted them cordially. He was a dark green color, with two massive horns resembling those of a longhorn cow, chiseled stone tattoos, and no clothes other than a tiny loincloth which made everyone but Nari uncomfortable. He let them in with flourish, as if he’d always wanted to do this and practiced it.

“Welcome to NEW JERSEY TROLLMARKET.”

Y/n was surprised at how well the town had come along within the two months the trolls had occupied the cavern. It wasn’t the Trollmarket she had known, there was no Blinky and no library, but still marvelous. The new hearthstone glowed warmly, very much alive and not making zombies. While looking pretty similar to the old Trollmarket, with a multitude of shops and homes carved into the mineral covered walls and formations, there was a sort of human touch to it now. Claire definitely had a hand in the planning and maybe the decorative features too. Or perhaps Jim. Y/n wouldn’t put it past the boy to be the one who designed the very elaborate crystal art flower bed she was looking at. Or that weirdly steampunk bridge. Funny thing, a bridge under a bridge.

Dictatious met them soon after they came in to show them around and to where they would be staying. The tour he gave them basically just included him walking them through the main street, waving his arms to various places and vaguely saying that they were shops but not what they sold, pointing out the pub, and then took them straight to their accommodations. Since the home that had been occupied by Blinky, Jim, and Claire was now empty, they’d be staying there, with the place practically to themselves. Dictatious also lived in said home, but rarely stuck around it for long now that his brother was gone.

“Alright, here’s your nest.”

Since Dictatious still slept in the nest that he shared with Blinky, he had given them Jim and Claire’s. The nests were just rocky bowls carved into the floor of the room, with a few comfort items. Thankfully, Jim and Claire had left theirs full of pillows and a couple thick cushions they must have taken from a couch. Unconventional, but better than sleeping on literal solid rock. Speaking of couches, there were way too many couches spread across the apartment. This entire place only had two rooms, a large living area and a nestroom, and yet there were five couches. Not to mention the extra-large easy chair Dic was currently lounging in. Okay, so one of said couches was technically a love seat, but still. There was no kitchen, which was surprising due to this being Jim Lake Jr’s home, and no table besides the one that three of the sofas were gathered around and a paper-covered work desk against a corner. There were glowing crystal lamps all throughout, lighting the house. All in all, interesting interior design decisions. The kids had definitely been trying to make it a more homey human dwelling but had limited options.

Nari nestled into the nest, happy that there were no blankets to smother her. Not even a minute passed and she was out like a light. Douxie and Y/n sat on one of the couches in the nestroom, watching the veggie lady snooze. Archie made himself comfy in Douxie’s lap, who absent mindedly stroked his familiar’s fur. They were underground now. Surrounded by inorganic matter. Some of that inorganic matter could fight, would be willing to fight, would probably be disappointed if there wasn’t a fight. The little devil on Douxie’s shoulder wasn’t really having to work hard. His stomach growled. They had opted to just not stop for dinner in favor of plowing right through their trip route. It was late, and dark, and Douxie really just wanted them to have a roof over their head before midnight. And now they did.

He looked over at Y/n. They had been a couple for an entire day now and he had yet to take her on a proper date. What a bad boyfriend he was. It’s not like Archie would want to come with them or anything either, since he filled himself with birds that didn’t know what hit them while they traveled. The dragon had even caught a hawk at one point, which wasn’t as impressive as it sounds, since Archie was a much faster flyer. He would be happy to watch Nari for them, surely. And Dic had given them a horngazzle so they could come and go as they pleased. It was settled then.

“Arch, watch Nari for us, please, we’ll be back in a pinch,” He grabbed Y/n’s hand to pull her off the couch, “C’mon, My Love, we’re going on a date.”

~ ~ ~

Turns out the only thing open past midnight in small town New Jersey was a waffle house. The perfect date. Y/n had thought it funny to watch Douxie try and deactivate all the fresh wards he had put around the boat. He had to be careful where he put his feet, and it was like he was doing a silly little dance. Ward trap ballet of his own barely thought-out design. At one point he stepped backwards to admire his work, triggering the ward behind him, and Y/n had to free him from the net. Lucky it was just a net one.

Entering the waffle house, they slid into the nearest booth, the one near the jukebox. They ordered what else but waffles. The food of kings and hungover college kids. Not just plain waffles, though. Douxie got chocolate chip and Y/ got strawberry, and they were going to combine them to make chocolate covered strawberry waffles. Everyone knows chocolate covered strawberries were the most romantic food, why else would they push them so hard around Valentine’s.

Douxie leaned in with his head in his hand. “So, tell me about yourself.”

Y/n laughed, decided to play into this bit. “Oh, I’m just a California lass, on her way to New York. Things have been crazy lately. Went to a very convincing renaissance faire, I’m harboring a fugitive, my roommate keeps hitting on me. Very stressful.  Sure am lucky I came across you, Mr. Handsome.”

“Lucky indeed.” Doux snickered.

Y/n pointed to the jukebox behind Doux, which he twisted around to see. “Have you ever heard ‘Last Night I Saw Elvis At Waffle House’?”

“No?”

“Oh, it’s a banger.” She got out of the booth and put a coin in the juke, making her selection. She slid back in with a Cheshire cat grin and Doux was kind of scared now, actually. As the current song ended and the song that they were waiting for began. Well, it was a song. About seeing Elvis in a waffle house. With a country tune he supposed someone thought was catchy in order for them to have recorded this. Douxie didn’t know what he had expected.

“Uh, wow.”

“Yeah, Ain’t it something. I loved this song when I was knee high to a grasshopper. All the waffle house jams really.”

“Your aunt let someone bring you to a waffle house? That’s not very proper.” Douxie chuckled.

“Oh, no, actually. Um, this was before my dad passed and my mother, ah, slipped.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Douxie rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry I mentioned it.”

“No, no. I’m fine Dewdrop. I can talk about it, really. And, like you said the other day, I’ve been focusing on the Now Love.” The silly waffle house themed song was still playing despite the air of seriousness that had fallen over the duo. It helped keep Y/n from getting too sad and dwelling on the memories she had just brought up. It was comical, really. A waffle house song keeping her grounded. She rubbed the palm of Douxie’s hand. “I still mourn my family, but it’s been so long that the pain’s but a dull ache now. As long as I don’t think too hard about it. If anyone knows about mourning it’d be you, Doux. I can’t imagine meeting hundreds of friends over my lifetime just to watch them all grow old and die while you just have to go on living.” She paused, eyes drifting downwards, “But I suppose that’ll be my fate anyways.”

Douxie reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s actually not that bad, once you get used to it. You just have to enjoy every bit of time you get. That’s what makes other magic friends so valuable, there are some permanent players on your team.” He let his hand linger under her jaw, pulling her face closer to his, “You have me. We have each other. We’re family. We always have been.”

“So I hate to interrupt, but, waffles.” The server put the plates she had been holding down onto the table. Douxie and Y/n pulled away from each other quick as lightning, sitting up straight in their seats. “Again, sorry guys.”

“Thank you.” The two chorused to their fleeting form in embarrassment. Their faces were fire engine red. Archie was right, they did get a little carried away with the pda. It may have been 12:28am in a waffle house but they were still in public. Grabby hands needed to be kept to themselves.

After dinner, neither Doux nor Y/n could bring themselves to go home quite yet, despite the nagging feeling to return to Nari. They loitered around woods, unsure of what to do. Leaning against the parked boat, Douxie got an idea. He put on the music on his phone, turning the volume all the way up and positioning it so it’d put out a better sound the best he could. The playlist he selected was actually the one he had of songs that reminded him of his beloved. Copying what Y/n had done last night, he held out his hand.

“Come on, dance with me, My Darling.”

Douxie twirled Y/n around in the night breeze that blew through the trees. This song was much faster than the one they danced to last time, and there was more energy between them. Y/n’s laugh echoed through the forest. This was a lot of fun, she could do it all night. Honestly, she could do anything all night if it was with Douxie. He lifted her up, like she weighed nothing. Seriously, how strong was this noodle armed wizard. She threw her arms around his neck, looking down to meet his eyes, a rare thing. Y/n kissed his nose, eliciting a happy giggle from his mouth.

He should have put her back down by now. Instead, he still held her up, transfixed by her face ringed in moonlight, like a halo. She noticed the awestruck look on his face, kissing him properly, yet it did nothing to pull him out of his stupor. He had one thought running over and over in his mind. Marry me. But, he couldn’t say that. A proposal had to be special, not after a waffle house date. Their first date, mind you. He couldn’t possibly jus-

“Marry me, Dewdrop?”

Well apparently he couldn’t but she absolutely could.

It took him a moment to take in her words, shocked out of his overthinking. The biggest grin spread across his face as he giddily spun her around in his arms. He finally put her feet back on the ground, crashing his lips into hers. Y/n brought a hand up to drag through his hair and left the other to slide down his back. No battle for dominance, Douxie’s tongue was definitely the one leading here. He just couldn’t believe it. It was if she had read his mind. It was still hard for him to believe she wanted him in the first place, but this much? If this was the afterlife he must surely be in heaven. One makeout session later, Y/n rasped “So I’m guessing that’s a yes?”

“Let’s sign the papers tomorrow.”

~ ~ ~

Despite the uneasy feeling they had both had about leaving Nari alone for so long, she was perfectly fine. In fact she hadn’t even moved an inch form the spot they left her in. Like they never left at all. Archie was asleep on that couch, as peaceful as ever. They’d tell him the news in the morning.

Y/n climbed into the nest and dragged Douxie down with her. After getting comfy on the array of cushions, he opened his arms and she nestled into his chest. She could feel his hands rest on her back. Perfect. It was calming, listening to his heartbeat, being lulled to sleep with the rhythm that gave proof that her beloved was alive. A steady beat that reassured her he was there, he was there. He wouldn’t leave her again.

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Love Is Not Forced ~ 34

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Word Count: 1,900ish

Summary: Something happens to the King.

It couldn’t have been no more than twenty eight hours since King Steven’s departure when the kingdom of Alexandria was informed of a terrible situation. King Steven and his guards had been attacked on their way back to Brooklyn. All of the guards had been killed, while the King was back in Brooklyn in critical condition. Y/N collapsed onto the floor upon hearing the news, her brother kneeling beside her to hold her. The Princess almost immediately insisted that she leave for Brooklyn at once. Nervous to send his daughter, but realizing that she needed to be there, King Anthony allowed his daughter to go as long as she allowed all the guards he could get to come with her. Y/N wasn’t up for a fight, she just longed to be with Steven.

The group from Alexandria, rushed to Brooklyn. When she arrived, Captain Barnes and Lady Natasha were there to greet her.

“Where’s Steven?” The Princess immediately asked, not waiting for anyone to help her out of the carriage. “Where is he?”

“Princess, you need to know what you’ll be walking into,” Captain Barnes warned. “He is not doing good.”

“He’s in a lot of pain, with many large gashes and bruises,” Lady Natasha explained. “The King hasn’t been fully conscious since he arrived, but he has been heard mumbling your name.”

“I must see him immediately.”

“We will guide you to him,” the Captain said.

Y/N nodded before allowing the couple to lead her to the King’s suite. She let out a shaky breath before going to through the doors that we being held open for her. As she entered, Y/N could swear her heart was ripped from her chest. Her Steven was lying there, almost lifeless on his bed. She slowly moved closer, able to see that what she thought was a shirt was bandages. The closer she got the more Y/N was able to see the blood slowly seeping through them. Tears sprung in her eyes that she didn’t bother to hide or wipe off her face.

“Let’s give the Princess and King some time alone,” Captain Barnes told everyone else in the room.

Once the room was clear, Y/N sat on the bed beside Steven. Her fingers trailed over his bruised face, barely brushing over his skin. She moved down to his chest, allowing her tears to fall onto them. Overwhelming guilt rushed inside her. Is this how Steven felt when he was sure she was gone? Had she caused him this much heartbreak? Had his heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest?

Y/N carefully took hold of Steven’s closest hand and allowed herself to break.

“P-please don’t leave me…” She sobbed. “It’s my turn to beg you now… to p-promise you the world… Just don’t l-leave me… I’m begging you.”

Lady Natasha snuck back into the room dropping off a glass of water and pulling a chair over to the side of the King’s bed. She got a clean bowl of water and some rags to set next to the King just in case. And before Lady Natasha left, she gave the Princess’ shoulder a gentle squeeze and quickly took her leave. Y/N moved onto the chair, still holding onto his hand. She laid her head on her arms, resting on the bed, and cried into them. Eventually, she wore herself out and fell asleep. No one bothered to try and move her, fearing what could possibly trigger her.

When Steven began to come to, the first thing he could feel was pain. The second thing he felt was a hand in his hand. Trying not to move too much, Steven looked to see what—or who was beside him. A brief smile ghosted his face when he noticed it was Y/N. But he quickly feared for her well being. How long had she been next to him? Had she eaten? Taken care of herself? Had she been so worried about him, that was all she could think of? Steven carefully moved his hand, combing his fingers through her hair. She hummed in content, which made the King happy.

The Princess began to stir, waking up from the forced sleep that she succumbed to. As she did, she felt fingers running through her hair. Blinky slowly, she raised her head to see the King wake and looking at her. She couldn’t help the tears that fell onto her cheeks.

“You’re alive,” she said quietly, sitting up more so that she could place her hand on his cheek. “I was so worried.”

“I’m so sorry my darling,” Steven rasped, putting a hand on her cheek. “I did not mean to frighten you.”

“What happened, Steven?”

“We were ambushed, by Hydra survivors. They’re angry about what happened to their leaders and the engagement.” Steven saw Y/N’s eyes turn fearful of the ways Hydra could possibility continue to ruin their lives. “My darling, please don’t fear.” He ran his thumb under her eye to catch the tears that were falling. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

“But what if they hurt you, again? What if next time they’re able to kill you? I can’t… I love you too much to live without you now.”

“And I with you. That is why I have fought for you and will continue to do so.” Y/N leaned into Steven’s hand, grabbing it in her own. “You are my world now. They will not touch you again.”

Steven pushed himself up to meet her lips. Y/N allowed herself to savor the feeling of her loves lips on hers. She had been so scared that she’d never feel them again. Steve moved to push himself up more, groaning into her mouth. Y/N pulled slightly away, leaving Steven chasing for her lips.

“Are you okay?” She worried. “Is something hurting?”

“I’m fine, as long as you’re here. Just kiss me again, please. I did almost die,” a smirk formed on the King’s lips.

Y/N shook her head as she chuckled, giving into the King’s request. Steven, again, moved to push himself up closer to her, causing him to grain in pain.

“Okay,” Y/N pulled away, “we must stop. You’re in pain. You’re—oh my gosh!” Her eyes widened when they caught sight of his stomach. The bandages there were now covered in blood. “Steven, you’re bleeding!”

Steven looked down as she used his shoulder to help him lay back down. “It’s not too bad.”

“Steven! I’m getting help.”

“No!” Steven’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist when she tried to head for the door. She winced at the grab. “I’m sorry, just…Don’t leave… please…”

Y/N observed the King, noticing that his skin was quickly paling and the blood was now running through all the bandages.

“I have to get help, Steven.” She pulled her arm out of his grip, which was far to easy she realized, and rushed to the door. Luckily, Captain Barnes was outside. “Bucky. It’s Steven. He’s bleeding out.”

“Get the doctors back here now!” The Captain ordered the guards in the hallway, while rushing behind Y/N into the room.

It had already gotten worse. Too quickly. Steven’s face had gone pale and his eyes were fluttering. The blood from his wounds was streaming onto the bed. The two hurried over, one on each side. Bucky grabbed some towels from beside Steven, handing one to Y/N.

“We’re going to need to try and slow the bleeding,” Bucky explained. “Place the towel on that side of the wound and press down.” Y/N nodded, doing as she was instructed. “Very good. We also need to keep him talking.”

“Okay… Steven, Steven, can you look at me?” The King’s head and eyes slowly moved so that he was looking at Y/N. “You’ve got to stay with me.” Tears ran down the Princess’ cheeks, but she didn’t care. “We’re getting married and that can’t happened unless you’re here… so, please… fight…”

“…Okay…” The King rasped, trying to keep his eyes focused on Y/N.

“Very good… Why don’t we start planning, huh? Obviously, I want it here, in Brooklyn. If this is to be my new home with you, I want it to start right.”

“….with… me…”

“Yes. And—No! Steven! Focus here!” Y/N begged as the King’s eyes closed. “Steven!”

“Let us take over!” A doctor said as him and a few others rushed into the room.

Y/N stepped back, allowing for the others to reach the King. Lady Natasha hurried over to the Princess, noticing that she was shaking. Y/N’s hands were covered in blood, her love’s blood. But she couldn’t pull her eyes away from Steven’s figure.

“Come, Your Highness,” Lady Natasha urged, trying to guide the Princess to the door.

“No!” Y/N moved out of Natasha’s reach. “I’m not leaving him!”

Y/N tried to get over to Steven’s side and Natasha tried to stop her again. But Y/N continued to fight. She couldn’t leave him, not like this. Lord Wilson had been watching from the door and decided he needed to step in. He came up from behind Y/N, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up.

“Put me down!” Y/N cried, thrashing in Sam’s arms as he headed out of the room. “I’m not leaving him!”

“I’m so sorry, Princess,” Sam whispered, trying to stay calm himself.

“NO! STEVEN!”

Y/N fought the whole way to her room, tears cascading down her face as Sam carried her. Natasha stayed behind to get Bucky out of the room, who had frozen in his spot. When Sam arrived to Y/N’s room, he set her down to stand on her own. The Princess quickly turned around to leave, but Sam was there to stop her.

“Let me see him!” She cried, hitting Sam’s chest as he stopped her from leaving. “I need to be with him! Let me see him!” She continued to cry and hit him until it all became too much and she collapsed into his arms in a puddle of sobs. “I can’t— I can’t lose him… We— w-were not even married yet! I can’t do it— my heart can’t take it…”

Sam stayed silent, listening to the Princess’ sobs and pleas while trying his best to physical comfort her. Natasha and Bucky soon came to the room as well, clinging to each other as they watched Y/N break. When it seemed like her sobs were dying down, Natasha went to Y/N to lead her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. The Princess was trembling, unable to take stable steps. Sam quickly swept her up into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. The men stayed out in the main part of the bedroom while Y/N allowed Natasha to clean her up.

Once Y/N was all cleaned up, Natasha had Bucky bring her to lay on the bed. The Princess seemed to be out of it, which worried them immensely. They were also extremely worried about their King, their friend. That hadn’t heard anything, nor been allowed back into his room. And so they each found a spot in the Princess’ room to wait. And boy did they wait.

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Timeless blue chapter 11

Archie flew ahead as Douxie and Krel hurried behind him. The shattering of glass quickly notified them of where Arthur and Morgana had just jumped out of the window, and where Nari had been frozen solid in a block of ice.

With a quick spell Douxie frees their friend. “Oh, thank you. The order shall surely rip your soul to pieces for this.”

“We’ll work on your pep talks later. I don’t think my little trap was going to last-“ Archie flies in as Douxie speaks.

“The arcane order is back, we’re out of time Douxie.”

“Alright, let’s get Nari back to the others. She’s safer with all of us.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure the order doesn’t”

as if summoned by their name Bellroc and Skrael make their presence known, “Nari!”

“Find you. Go!” Douxie casts his arms back, pushing his friends away from him and their enemies. “Keep running, don’t look back!”

Without the head start the others had, Douxie fell behind the order. His infinite corridor suddenly replaces him as the only thing between them and Nari.

“An infinite corridor eh? Beginners magic. This cannot hold us!”

Douxie let’s a sphere of fire fly past him and into the door that would transport it to behind Skrael. “Buttsnacks!”

“You will die for this!”

Douxie summons his staff, “That was kinda the plan. But it’s worth it, because it means my friends, Krel,” his voice softens as he realizes this is what Krel had feared. Their separation, someone getting hurt, “and Nari can get away!” He finds his courage, saving the world or saving his friends wasn’t a choice he could make. He could make the choice between saving the world and saving himself, although he forced the pain of leaving Krel behind into his stomach.

———

Krel looks behind him immediately after he hears Douxie being pushed down, seeing the infinite corridor go up, even without knowledge of what it is. That barrier would trap Douxie in with two beings more powerful than Krel knew.

“Krel! Douxie will be fine!” Archie had seen more of Douxie’s battles than Krel had, and yet he had to force himself to trust the small dragon.

Even as spells sound from behind them, Nari, Archie, and Krel only spare a few glances back, none of them pausing for more than a moment to try and listen for Douxie’s voice. When they finally got to a place where Archie could safely fly Nari down, Douxie and the Order’s battle is naught but echoes.

Archie glides down and Krel takes inspiration from Morgana in the past to try and levitate himself down. He still falls a great distance, but the Akiridion body is not as fragile as a human one.

Jim and Claire were having a face off, Toby and Steve were off to the side. Krel had never seen such bright human eyes before now, Claire had unnaturally purple eyes that flowed with her own magic.

Krel glances down to where his arms have these magical traces inside, each one glowing and fading as they’re needed or dormant.

As Claire unleashes a great beam of dark magic, Jim falters and gives the whole team hope. This side of him was a result of the order’s magic, if Claire could overpower it and save Jim, surely Douxie, and Morgana, could do the same.

Behind them, Krel saw the gold of Morgana’s magic against Arthur.

“The world isn’t ours anymore, you have failed to destroy it, and I have failed to save it.” The fight between Claire and Jim seemed to fade to background noise, Krel could almost entirely forget about it. “Perhaps they can fare better!” She unleashes another attack. “You are no longer worthy of wielding Excalibur! Magda mani achtenebris kraga doom!” The explosion caused by her spell inturrupted Claire’s concentration and cast Excalibur aside. Just as all seemed to be doing better it was made clear that Excalibur is not what kept Jim tied to the green knight.

“Please Jim, I love you!” Claire’s choking cry almost made Krel jump in to help. “We all do.”

Jim drops Claire after what seemed to be a moment of thought.

———

Douxie was struggling against the order, but he was holding his ground better than he ever thought he could against such powerful legendary creatures. The Order were gloating of his defeat even though the wizard still stood, out of breath albeit. As the order finishes, speaking of a summoning that will happen once they are through with him, Douxie mustered up a final spell.

“Tenebrius...” he started, a blue magic circle being danced to life in each hand and then on the surface on which he stood, “exellium!”

His and the order’s unspoken magic meets, both sides struggling against each other.

Between the magic circle holding his spell together and the mystic glow in his eyes Douxie struggled to see clearly.

“Goodbye, my friends, goodbye Krel.”

He lost the magic keeping him alive and safe from the Order’s attacks. He only hoped what last burst of strength he had given would keep the order away from the other’s far below.

———

Krel watched as Camelot fell, how Claire and Jim got their happy ending. He finally thought things were going up, but as soon as the Order’s lair explodes, and he sees Douxie’s limp body falling through the air, he thinks it foolish for those thoughts to exist.

He was the first to start running. He didn’t bother risking using a portal, Douxie was right about him being untrained.

He still was out of sight of Douxie’s body when he hears that sickening thud.

Claire and Archie had made it there faster. Arch had an ear to Douxie’s chest and with every breath that Douxie must not be breathing his feline features only seem to grow more grim. Krel takes a few moments to get the guts to join the others around him.

He looked down and wished that somehow he could give his core to the human he loved.

Douxie’s body seemed too cold for someone who had only been dead for a few minutes at most. Krel sat down on his knees and pulled Douxie’s head onto his lap. He just stared at him for a minute, tears blurring his vision and too scared to blink them away in case Douxie vanished. He hung his head down, only taking a moment to wipe each of his eyes individually.

“Krel?” Archie caused him to look up, just for a second.

“Why did he have to face them alone?” Krel choked. “I was right there, I could have gone back.”

“That’s just the way Douxie is.” Claire answered, Krel only now noticed she was holding onto one of Douxie’s hands.

Zoe spoke up as she came over to kneel beside them. “Hisirdoux never really learned how to accept help. Not from anyone beside Archie. He always had to them himself, stupid apprentice.”

“Wait!” Archie shouted, pressing an ear to Douxie’s chest again. “His heart!”

Krel could feel the tensing of Douxie’s back muscles as he loses the stiff relaxation of death. His skin grew to a temperature that wasn’t as frightening, but still cold.

It was if Douxie had a second chance, like what a core would have given an Akiridion. Maybe this is something magic could do to humans.

The moment Douxie opened his eyes, Krel stopped caring how. He couldn’t even find the words to say.

“Douxie.” Archie purring into Douxie’s chest. “You brave, foolish boy.”

“Ow!” He yelped as Douxie helped him sit up, shifting to be besides him. “Ow! Everything hurts!”

“Sorry.” Krel mumbled as Douxie looks over at him and grins.

Claire took his attention back for a second. “I can’t believe you’re okay!”

“Barely, seems you’re the one with mine lives!” Douxie let’s Archie rub his head against his cheek. “Don’t you ever do something like that’s again.”

Krel pulls Douxie to his feet, holding him up with his arms. “You scared me you idiot.”

Douxie nearly falls and clutches his chest. “Hey! I just came back from beyond the grave! Be careful.”

“Sorry.” Krel turns his head and kisses Douxie’s cheek. “I’ll protect you next time.”

“I feel like I missed a lot.” Jim spoke up, eyes widening as Claire ran up to hug him, still very happy to just see Jim as a human again.

“Same, but I think we can catch up over brunch.” He looked around again, Krel could see the worry in his eyes. “What about Arthur and Morgana?”

“Squished.” AAARRRGGGHHH looked towards where Excalibur lay imbedded in the stone.”

Of course Toby immediately tried pulling the legendary sword out of the rock it had cut into. To no avail, but he tried nonetheless. Blinky, Douxie, and Claire all urged Jim to try, but his efforts were fruitless as well. Excalibur stayed rooted, and as the group leaves it behind, Jim leaves behind his hope that he may still be a trollhunter, though that might not be the worst thing right now.

———

Zoe and Nari got ready to leave, New York would be gaining two magical beings within a few weeks, and Akiridion 5 would be gaining at least one new human citizen. Claire and Jim were still on the fence of whether or not they wanted to stay or just visit Eli and Aja. Either way after this they knew they wanted to stay together.

Krel and Douxie had told the group they were dating, and Krel got a surprising amount of threats from the almost everyone. AAARRRGGGHHH being an exception but also Jim, Nari, and Toby.

Krel knew that Douxie would get some as soon as Aja and Varvatos were told the news, and Eli would be ready to ask Douxie so many questions about magic that he’d go crazy. Still, nothing could make these two want to risk staying on earth with the Genesis seals one more day, so alongside with Toby, Jim, and Claire, they step into the portal to Akiridion 5 and are whisked across the universe, traveling past planets and stars in mere seconds.

The earth would be safe unless something changed, and although they knew something would, Krel and Douxie were willing to put that to the back of their minds for as long as they can. They are happy, safe, and together.

And as long as Nari is out of the order’s hands, that’s all they care about.

#timeless blue fic #krexie #finale!! #Krel x Douxie #Douxie x Krel #Krel tarring #hisirdoux casperan #tales of arcadia wizards #TOA #that’s it until rise of the Titans!

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Almost A Thousand Years - Trollhunters/3Below | 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:  1,445

Warnings: swearing i think?

A/N:  Last chapter before we’re back to wizards

Tags: @furblrwurblr​ @rainningdoom​ @fluffydmonkey @blondie0458​ @sitherin-mxschief

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Jim Lake Jr.’s mom was really familiar.

Fortunately, she didn’t recognize you, even as you studied under her at the hospital and watched out for her son in your free time.

Protecting the Trollhunter was something you had stumbled into.

After your return from a place you’d rather not think about ever again, you found Arcadia.  A safe little town in California where you could hide for the time being.

Then the trolls found you.

It wasn’t your fault that you’d nearly killed Blinky.  He snuck up on you, and you were very jumpy.  Fortunately, you’d figured out that you weren’t under attack before you could do any real damage.  It wasn’t too long after that when you found out your new mentor’s son was the Trollhunter, protector of trollkind and slayer of Gumm-Gumms, wielder of the amulet created by your first mentor, Merlin.

This kid was in way over his head.  

You had to protect him.

So, you helped to teach him how to use a sword, how to fight and how to survive.  You helped his friend, Toby, to throw a decent punch and knock out a human opponent with pressure points.  You were a cool older sibling who they could talk to about the stress of the job.  And girls.  

When Claire joined the party, you helped her practice magic.  You helped her learn to control it. 

You were quite the gang.  One immortal, who everyone believed to be a college student, and three high schoolers in charge of kicking the darkness back to whence it came.  

You protected those kids and their troll dads.  You made excuses, forged notes, fought off Mr. Strickler, the whole nine yards.  Somehow, you’d avoided sharing your past with the prying teens.  They didn’t know you’d once been a Gumm-Gumm spy.  You were just a cool mage who hung around for fun.

That all came crashing down when Bular crawled out of the woodwork, revealed your identity, almost killed your friends, and got you in a chokehold for a solid two minutes.

Centuries of work were finally paying off, he would, at last, have his revenge!  He would regain his honour after being so shamefully defeated the last time he fought you.

Then Jim killed him.  Rip.  

You got your old sword back though.  That was nice.

The trollhunter may have saved your life and given you your sword back, but the damage was done.  You all avoided each other after that.

That was a lie, you were still looking out for these damn kids.  You owed it to Barbara, who had grown up to be a fantastic doctor and who still had a few plastic bones in a box in the attic.  She had been so kind and welcoming to you, you had to make sure her son came home every day.  It was a difficult task when said son was all too willing to yeet himself into the Darklands, but you managed for the most part.

And when you heard a voice that followed you for centuries talking to your kids, it was the Darklands all over again.  There was nothing you could do but watch.

You could have laughed at how much Jim hated Douxie.  The kid had no idea he was telling a centuries-old wizard to go back to where he came from.  You kept your eye on the conversation, waiting until it ended.  Then, with no other choice available to you, you followed after the wizard.

How Douxie had built himself a life in Arcadia without you knowing was incredible and you respected the hell out of him for it.  But you didn’t know if you loved it.  

You followed behind him, silent as the night.  And then you realised just what was happening.  You stopped and went home after that.

And when you got there you screamed.

You screamed, and threw a sword at the wall, and broke several plates because this wasn’t supposed to happen.  You weren’t supposed to see him again.  Now he was in danger, and it was your fault.

You didn’t leave your house for a few days.

Then the teachers at Jim’s school went nuts, and you figured you should get back in the field.  

You’d been monitoring Claire’s sudden illness from afar when he showed up again, this time a waiter at whatever restaurant this was.  At some point, Claire left, and came back, and was acting... weird.  Something was very wrong.

But that didn’t matter because there he was again.  It was like you couldn’t escape him.

It was an active struggle to keep yourself away.  Literally, an active struggle.

You’d tried to put it out of your mind, but the more you saw him, the more you remembered.  The things that took you hadn’t only tortured you, trying to turn you into their full-time servant, but they’d also put some kind of spell or curse on you.

It was after the third one left if you remembered correctly.  The remaining duo had been so angry, specifically at Merlin for some reason, so they put some kind of curse on you, forcing you to make attempts on Douxie’s life whenever he was in your general vicinity.  

Why they went after Douxie instead of Merlin himself you’d never know.  The wizard was an easier target while he slept, but nope.  They went for Douxie.

You were confused, angry, and hurt.  At both parties.  You had been tortured for ten years.  Had he not felt any of it?  Had he not cared enough to help you?  Or even stop your pain which he must’ve been feeling?  It felt like a betrayal of sorts.  He kissed you and then didn’t come for you when you were in danger.  Was that all he wanted?  

Even though you were upset by your apparent abandonment, you didn’t want Douxie dead.  This wasn’t the twelfth century anymore, and you had to admit to yourself, you were still in love with him.  You weren’t going to kill him.

So you clung to the roof, even after Douxie had left for the night.  You stayed in place until the sun rose, struggling not to go after him.  Eventually, you let go, moving on with your day, avoiding Hisirdoux Casperan to the best of your ability.

You actually did a decent job until the Eternal Night.

It was a pretty nasty battle, but you were handling it pretty well.

Or you were until you got yourself backed into a corner by yet another Gumm-Gumm calling you a traitor, probably facing certain death when someone struck the thing with a guitar.

“Casperan!?”

“(Y/N)!?  What are you doing here?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, crawling to your feet, trying to keep yourself from throwing the sword in your hand at Douxie’s head.

“I- you’re right.  Are you okay?”

“No, I-” your voice broke and you backed away further, “I’m not.  Get away from me,”

You ran before you could see the pain leak into Douxie’s eyes before you could see the heartbreak on his face.

Ten minutes later the fight was finished.

A little after that, Jim and Claire were off to New Jersey.

You stayed behind.

Why did you do that?  You asked yourself the same question.  Staying in Arcadia put Douxie in danger and forced you into close proximity with the man who’d left you for dead.  

But still, you stayed.

Maybe it was to protect Toby and Arrrgh, maybe it was because you liked your small apartment, maybe it was because you knew there was more trouble on the horizon.  Or maybe it was because you were still in love with that stupid wizard.

You lost a lot of sleep over it.  You saw his face in your sleep, thought of him when you practiced medicine.  Every time you woke up from a war-related nightmare, you remembered how comforting his presence was.  You remembered every hug he’d ever given you, the jokes he made, and that kiss.  You remembered that kiss.

All you had was memories because if you even looked at his face, you’d kill him.

You did your best to distract yourself.  You teamed up with Toby, Arrrgh, Steve, Eli and the Akiridions to stop an alien threat.  It still wasn’t enough.

And when the alien threat was gone, you felt pain all over your body.  It didn’t belong to you.  You weren’t too alarmed, usually, torture was worse than this, but it kinda felt like Douxie had been dragged down the street by something for six(teen) blocks.

You were about to mention it when your posse ran into a familiar familiar.

“Beware!  You, you!  Are in grave danger!”

“Archie?”

#hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie x reader #douxie imagine #hisirdoux imagine #almost a thousand years #aaty #trollhunters #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #toa douxie #toa hisirdoux