#This takes place right before Merlin make Jim into a half-troll
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Lost Souls: Story 12
Plume Moths
Lost Souls Summary: Merlin awakens early from his sleep. He decides  that he doesnât want to leaving anything to chance and kidnaps the young  James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter as early as possible.
Barbara  is determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her  efforts to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to  her in a womanâs voice. The radio leads her to an underground society  of shapeshifters.
Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.
AO3 - Fanfiction
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Darci wasnât supposed to answer the door, but her Mom was on the phone and she was right by it when the bell rang. She hazarded a glance into the kitchen and saw that her mom hadnât heard.
She contemplated the situation for a moment and decided it would be fine. Her mom could see her from where she was and Darci was eight now.
She checked to make sure the porch light was on and then pulled the door open, letting in a breath of cold night air.
She stared in bafflement at their visitor. Standing outside, alone, in the rain, was a boy about her age. He was in a dirty, too large t-shirt. His straight black hair -cut rather unevenly as if whoever had cut it didnât really know what they were doing- was wet and plastered against his head and neck. His skin was pale, not just because he was white, but as if he had never seen the sun.
He stared at her with wide blue eyes.
âWho are you?â He asked.
ââŠIâm Darci,â She said uncertainly.
âBut I mean⊠why are you here?â He shifted from one foot to another and took a quick glance back before fixing his eyes on her again.
ââŠThis is my house?â She really didnât know what he wanted.
âBut⊠but⊠this is myâŠâ He trailed off, looking around once more uncertainly. âDo you know where my Mom is?â
âYour mom?â
âBarbara Lake. She lives⊠lived here?â
âShe must have moved,â Darci offered. âItâs just me and Mom and Dad here.â
âOh,â The boy said quietly.
His lip quivered and water welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Darci frowned. She didnât like people crying. She was never quite sure what she was supposed to do.
âMaybe, Mom couldâŠâ
âThat wonât be necessary.â
Both Darci and the boy jumped in surprise at the new voice. A tall grey haired man had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, behind him. He was wearing an absolutely obnoxious Hawaiian print shirt with plaid shorts and sandals but something about him, something in his sharp, hawk like gaze made Darci wary.
âMerlinâŠâ The boy started to say, but then quieted when the man shot him a look.
âWho are you talking to?â Darci jumped again at her momâs voice behind her.
She glanced back and saw that her Mom was frowning at the strange pair in front of her.
âI thought I told you not to answer the door without me.â
âSorry, mom,â She said automatically.
She wasnât really paying attention to her Mom but rather watching the boy. The man⊠Merlin?... His hands rested on the boyâs shoulders and he seemed to tense under them. He looked as if he had been caught doing something he wasnât supposed to be.
âSorry, maâam,â The man was saying. âMy grandson was looking for his Mom who used to live here. -He came to live with me during the divorce, you see- I did try and tell him that she had moved but wellâŠâ
Darciâs Mom frowned.
âSorry to hear that. Was she Mrs. Lake? I think we still have her contact infoâŠâ
âQuite alright,â Merlin interrupted. âNo need to trouble yourself. Boy, tell this lady youâre sorry for disturbing her.â
The last comment was accompanied by a squeeze of his hands. The boy kept staring at the ground and muttered âsorryâ.
Something was wrong here.
âWhatâs your name?â Darci asked the boy.
His head jerked up and he stared at her in surprise.
âOh, itâsâŠâ
âCome along,â Merlin said sharply, cutting him off. âWe need to hurry if weâre to make it to our hotel in time to check in.â
He turned away taking the boy with him.
âI donât like that,â Darci heard her Mom murmur.
As Darci watched the two figures move out of sight, something small and white detached from the taller of the two. The things came closer and she saw that they were two little white moths.
One of them landed on her Mom and the other tried to land on her. She dodged it. It followed her. She darted away from it toward the kitchen. Behind her she heard the door close.
In the kitchen Darci turned around and saw the moth still following her. Beside her was a water glass. She grabbed it and brought it down over the small insect.
âWhat are you doing?â
Darci glanced up at her Mom.
âI caught a moth.â
âOh, why donât you take it outside?â Her mom turned toward the stove and her casserole.
âYouâve got one on you,âDarci told her, pointing at her Momâs shoulder.
She blinked and glanced down at it before swatting at it with her hand. It fluttered away to the window and squeezed out through a little crack between the screen and the sill.
âAnnoying creatures,â She said. âI should make sure none have gotten into the closet.â
Darci turned back to her captive moth and studied it. It was a strange looking little thing. It was a pure, chalky, white with wings shaped like downy feathers and a long thin body. She got a piece of paper and slid it under the glass so she could pick it up without it escaping. She started toward the window.
âDo you think that boy was the one who used to live here right before us?â Darci asked her Mom.
Her Mom looked at her with a puzzled frown.
âWhat boy?â
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The events of that night haunted her all week. Darci tried to get her Mom to say anything about the strange man and boy who had come by their house, but she didnât seem to remember a thing. She asked her Dad about Barbara Lake but he had only met her in passing and didnât remember if she had any children or not. When he asked why she wanted to know she changed the subject. Darci was starting to wonder if she had just imagined the meeting. She kept the strange moth in a cage by her bed. It was her only proof that the whole thing was real.
It wasnât until Friday when something finally came of the incident.
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âDo I have to come?â Darci whined.
Her Mom took the bread out of the oven.
âYes, dear. We wonât be there long and it will be good for you to get to know our neighbors.â
Darci heaved a large sigh. She glanced at her Dad, who was busy fumbling with his tie. When he noticed her stare, she gave him a pleading look. He gave her a rye âweâre all in this together smileâ and went back to his tie. Darci turned back toward her Mom.
âBut Tobyâs so boring! He just ignores me when I come over.â
âThatâs because heâs shy.â
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Thatâs what adults always said about loners. She had tried her hardest but Tobyâs actions made it very clear he just plain wasnât interested in being friends.
After dinner finished up and Toby and Darci were told to go off and play while the adults chatted.
Once in Tobyâs room they had split off to play games on their phones and ignore one another. After about a half hour Darci ran out of lives so she took a break and looked around the room.
It was a rather dull place in her opinion: Nowhere near as cluttered as her room. It had bare wooden floors, a few scattered posters, an old computer, and a large wooden dollhouse. The only interesting thing in the room was the collection of rocks and crystals that spread across every available ledge. Eventually her gaze was drawn to a picture on the desk. It was of Toby with a black haired, blue eyed boy. A very familiar looking boy.
Darci stared at the picture.
âWhoâs that?â She demanded.
Toby blinked at her and then briefly eyed the picture. His gaze quickly returned to his phone.
âThatâs Jim,â He said quietly. âHe used to be my⊠neighbor.â
âIs his Momâs name Barbara Lake?â
Toby turned fully toward her with a frown.
âHow did you know that?â He asked.
âI saw him last week,â Darci said excitedly. She was so glad to finally have some confirmation that she hadnât imagined the entire thing! âHe came to our house and said he was looking for his Mom.â
Toby was staring at her.
âWhat.â
âYeah, he was with this weird old guy who said he was his Grandpa.â
âJim didnât have a grandpa,â Toby said quickly.
âWell he never called him âGrandpaâ He called him âMerlinâ.â
âLike the wizard?â
Darci nodded.
Tobyâs nose wrinkled and his eyes narrowed.
âQuit lying,â He said and turned sharply away from her.
Darci stared at him in opened mouth shock at the sudden accusation.
âIâm not lying.â
She had always prided herself on being quite honest in fact.
âYes you are,â Toby said. âJimâs been missing for two years now. Heâs probably dead. I heard the police talking about it.â
That was news to Darci.
âHeâs missing?â
âYeah, that is what I said,â was Tobyâs clipped reply.
Darci frowned. She remembered the way Merlin had been holding onto Jimâs shoulders. It was like he thought the boy would try to escape.
âDo they know heâs dead for sure?â
âNoâŠâ
That must have been why Jim was at the house. He must have gotten away from his kidnapper and tried to return to his MomâŠ
Only to find out that she had moved.
âSo what if that really was him,â Darci insisted. âWhy would he say his Mom was Barbara Lake otherwise?â
Toby said determinedly looked away from her. âMaybe because this is a stupid prank that someone put you up to?â
Darci folded her arms in irritation.
âWhy do you think Iâm lying?â
âOh I donât know.â Toby finally looked at her. His fists were clenched and his brows were low. âBecause Iâm not dumb. I mean âMerlinâ? Really? You should try to make up a better story than that.â
âI am not making it up.â
âAre too!â Toby snapped getting to his feet.
âAm not!â Darci took a step forward, her own fists clenching.
âAre TOO!â
âAm NOT!â
There was a pause. They were practically nose to nose now. Apparently it struck them both at the same time just how ridiculous they were being and they took a step apart.
âSo what would it take to convince you?â Darci asked.
Toby huffed.
âI donât know⊠actual proof?â
Darci hesitated and then decided to go for it.
âAs they were leaving something strange happened,â Darci said hesitantly.
She described to him what had happened with the moths and her Mom.
Toby was now looking at her like she was crazy. Darci could feel her face burning.
âI still have the moth,â She said.
Toby made a little scoffing sound.
âWhatâs a moth prove?â He asked. âThereâs moths everywhere. And seriously make up a better story.â
Darci ignored the jab. She was tired of the whole thing. âTake it or leave it.â
âFine, Iâll come see your moth and if Iâm not convinced will you leave me alone?â
âI will,â Darci said easily.
It wasnât like she would want to hang out with him anyway if he kept insisting that she was lying. She got why, but it still stung.
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It was a nice sunny Saturday when Toby came over. It had now been about two weeks since the incident.
âLetâs see your bug,â Toby said in a surly tone.
Darci shot him an annoyed look. She was seriously rethinking her choice in telling him but⊠he was her best bet for finding someone to believe her. She didnât know many people yet and wasnât ready to risk any of her new friendships at school.
âCome on.â She motioned for him to follow her up the stairs and turned right to go into her bedroom. Once inside she turned back to see Toby hovering in the hallway, brows furrowed and posture tense.
âWell?â
Toby blinked and then came into the room with on quick jerky step.
âLetâs get this over with,â He said eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
Darci picked up the small plastic cage; noting with an uncomfortable jolt that the moth stayed as close to her hands as possible.
âHere.â She handed the cage to Toby and wiped her hands on her pants.
âItâs certainly a weird looking thing,â Toby said after a moment.
âI looked online and found out that itâs a White Plume Moth,â Darci said. âTheyâre from Europe and North Africa.â
Toby hummed.
âDoesnât prove anything,â He said, turning the cage around in his hands.
âLook at how it follows me,â Darci said.
She moved closer to the cage and the moth began fluttering against the plastic closest to her. She circled and the moth trailed after.
âOkay. That is a little weird,â Toby admitted after trying to get the moth to follow his own hand with no success.
âRight? Based on what happened with the other moth and Mom, I think if it touches me I will forget about meeting Jim.â
Tobyâs nose wrinkled and he shot her a skeptical look.
âItâs weird but it doesnât prove anything. Here.â He held it out toward Darci.
Unfortunately when he took a step forward his foot landed on Darciâs gunrobot toy and he slipped. The cage flew out of his hands and hit the ground causing the top to pop off. Now free of the cage, the moth started flying toward Darci.
âNope. No. â-Darci jumped out of the way.- âAbsolutely not.â -She took a swing at it with a book and missed. It was unusually agile for a moth.- âNot today.â
She was feeling a lot more certain of her theory now.
âQuit standing there and get it!â Darci yelled at Toby who was standing there watching dumbly as the moth chased Darci all over her room like she was a giant lightbulb instead of a girl.
âUhâŠâ
Toby grabbed a shoe and brought it down on the little white insect as it fluttered past.
There was a flash of light and a puff of green smoke.
Darci and Toby stared with wide eyes at the shoe and then at each other. Slowly Toby lifted the shoe away. The moth was flattened; its insides splattered on Darciâs desk. In the middle of the mess was a very small green gem, about the size of a grain of rice. It was glowing faintly.
As they watched its light flickered and died.
Toby grabbed a pencil and poked at it.
âI think itâs an emerald,â He said. âBut emeralds donât glow. Where did it come from?â
âMaybe it was in the moth?â
Darci was shaking. It was one thing to suspect that there was something weird going on but this⊠this was freaky. And not in a good way. The thought that there really existed something that could remove memories âthat she would have never known if it had been used on her- was very, very unsettling.
âDo you believe me now?â She asked.
Toby nodded wordlessly.
After a moment his gaze shifted up from the remains of the moth to her. They were wide and shiny.
âS-so you were telling the truth? You really saw Jim? Â He came here?â
Darci blinked, a brief rush of warmth coursed through her before cooling into a cold shiver at the memory.
âYeah,â She said looking away. âI think so.â
âWas⊠Did he look okay?â
Darci grimaced and focused her eyes on the moth. She really didnât want to answer that question.
âDarci?â
She jumped when she felt a hand touch her arm.
âSorry,â Toby said quickly.
He clasped his hands together so hard that the knuckles where turning white.
âPlease?â
Darci sighed.
âHe looked scared,â She said finally. âHe wasnât hurt but he was all raggedy like a homeless person. He only had time to ask about his Mom before Merlin showed up.â
âOh.â
Toby was shaking. He let out a loud sniff and then sat down heavily on the floor. He hiccupped and then, to Darciâs horror, he burst into tears.
Darci glanced at the door and then at Toby. Her hands stayed uncertainly at her side and then, after another long moment of hesitation, she knelt down by him and patted his back.
âAre⊠are you okay?â
âHeâs alive,â Toby managed to whisper out between sobs. âI thoughtâŠâ
He twisted around and latched onto Darci in a hug.
âThank you.â He said. âIâm sorry for calling you a liar.â
âI forgive you.â
Eventually Tobyâs tears petered off and he pulled away from her. They sat for a moment in awkward silence.
âSo what now?â Darci asked.
âI donât know,â Toby said. âYour Dadâs a detective right? Maybe he can help.â
âIâm not sure,â She said.
She thought of the moth taking her Momâs memories. What if she got her Dad involved and this Merlin guy got mad. What if he made him forget more than just Jim? BesidesâŠ
âI doubt he will believe me. My only proof is rather flat now.â
She gave a meaningful glance at the table.
Toby flushed.
âSorry about that.â
Darci waved her hand dismissively.
âDonât be. Iâll sleep better without that creepy bug watching me.â
They sat a moment. Toby pulled out a couple Nugget Nummies and offered her one. She accepted and they ate them in thoughtful silence.
âSo going to the grown-ups is out of the question,â Toby finally said. âI guess itâs just us then?â He paused eyes widening. âI⊠I mean me. You donât have to help. Itâs enough that you found out heâs still alive. I wouldnât dream ofâŠâ
âIâm helping,â Darci said firmly.
âBut you donât even know Jim.â
âYeah, but itâs the right thing to do,â Darci said. She couldnât drive those sad, lonely blue eyes out of her mind. âAnyway this is definitely the most interesting thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
âThatâs for sure,â Toby muttered. âAnd here I had just stopped believing in fairies and stuff. So where do you think we should start?â
Darci shrugged. Despite her Dad being a cop she had never been that into mysteries. She glanced at the flattened moth.
âI guess we could start doing research on Merlin?â
Toby frowned following her gaze.
âDo you think he really was the Merlin?â
âNo idea,â Darci said. âBut itâs as good a place to start as any.â
âI suppose. Do you want to meet at my house tomorrow?â Toby said. His gaze was alternating between her and the ground.
âIâll have to ask my Mom and Dad but I think that sounds good.â
âO-OkayâŠâ
Toby started edging toward the door.
âIâll see you then?â
âYep.â
Toby darted quickly out of the room and a minute later Darci heard the front door open and close.
She looked out the window and saw Toby trotting across the street. Once he was out of sight, she walked across the room and collapsed onto her bed.
What was she getting herself into?
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Author Notes:
Alternate scene: Darci *opens the door* Jim *standing in the rain looking like the ghost of a murdered Victorian child* -"HavE yOu SeEn mY MötHEr?" Darci: ... Darci: Nope *Slams the door closed* ~~~~ Anyway this was supposed to be a short chapter but then Darci and Toby started arguing.
Plume Moths being able to take away memories was borrowed from the "Dark is Rising" sequence, though it was used very differently there. I'm going to say Merlin added his own twist. (Also go check out The Dark is Rising. It's a good series.)
Please let me know what you think! (Reviews, critiques, and comments give me as a writer power and motivation!)
Tune in next time for the appearance of our favorite punk wizard.
#Trollhunters#Tales of Arcadia#Trollhunters fanfiction#Lost Souls#Child Champion AU#Jim Lake Jr#Darci Scott#Toby Domzalski#tobias domzalski#james lake jr#TOA Merlin#Magic#memory alteration#my writing#my posts#This takes place right before Merlin make Jim into a half-troll#He wanted to see his mom one last time#before the change
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Douxie clenched his teeth as he took a few steps back, bumping into Jim, the two teens now back to back as they were being surrounded. Jim hefted Daylight in his hands, fingers gripping the hilt more tightly. Douxie clenched his shaking hands into fists, runes clicking into place on his bracelet.
"What now?" He asked the Trollhunter, still feeling the trickle of blood down his leg from where the arrow had been earlier.
Jim glanced at the wizard, an expression passing over his face that Douxie couldn't quite name. The half-troll looked back at the nearing enemies and he glared at them, holding Daylight up more. "We stand and fight and we win. Or we die trying."
Douxie let a snarky smirk come to his face, looking at the crowd of troll soldiers stalking towards them. "If I'm going to die tonight, I'm glad I died fighting by your side, Jim."
Jim chuckled, free arm reaching to gently but firmly grab Douxie's bicep. "The feeling is mutual, Doux." The brothers clasped hands tightly, ready to face their doom together. "Not Trollhunter!" Jim shouted, raising his sword in the air.
"Trollhunters!" Douxie finished with a mad grin before releasing a blast of magic into the ground.
Curling tendrils of blue magic quickly wove in and out of the ground, shooting out of the dirt like cursed roots, wrapping around the trolls and dragging them to the ground, trapping them in place.
The ones who were lucky enough to not be targeted by the spell were quick to start running towards the two, hell bent on destroying the last pieces of Merlin's legacy. The great wizard's accursed Trollhunter, and his successor and son.
Jim swung Daylight in a wide arc, cutting down the ones who got too close. He kept a tight grip on Douxie's right hand, more so as a comfort to make sure he was okay.
Douxie felt nausea creeping in and was beginning to feel lightheaded from the blood loss. He staggered a bit as he released another spell. This was taking too much out of him.
The wizard quickly shook himself off and dove deep into his magic reserves, ready to pull off one more stunt. "Per gratiam diei da mihi fortitudinem!" He yelled, raising his left hand in the air, feeling the tingling heat of his magic crawling down his arm and pooling into his hands. He felt a stiff, hot breeze blow into the cavern, his hair being blown this way and that, beginning to float listlessly around his face. Douxie felt his strength waning so he quickly turned his body, facing the same direction as Jim, hand reaching out towards Daylight's blade. "Lamina lucis fortis et vera, plena potentia ad te voco!"
Jim had no time to ask questions as Daylight began to glow even stronger and brighter than before. He could feel the power of the day, of the sun being poured into the blade itself. With a triumphant laugh he held it with two hands and leapt forward, blasting back enemy after enemy with nearly no effort at all.
In no time at all, Jim had all their enemies turned to stone, or running back to their master. He looked back at Douxie with a grin only for the triumph of the moment to fall away as his brother collapsed on the ground.
Jim dropped Daylight, running to his side. He quickly brought Douxie's limp body into his arms, breath catching in his throat when he saw just how pale the wizard was. Blood was trickling from his mouth and nose, eyes still glowing under his closed lids. Fading pulses of blue magic burned under his skin, accentuating his veins in an unnatural way. Jim did not deem this to be what a healthy wizard looked like.
"For the love of Deya what did you do?" Jim said under his breath, fear and panic creeping in. "Hisirdoux Casperan, you better make it or I will kill you."
He, of course, got no response from the unconscious teen. Jim wasn't even sure if he could chance moving him. He was in such rough shape.
"Come on Doux," he whispered, gently scooping the young wizard up in his arms. "Dont die on me. Not now."
#douxie being the baby sibling my beloved#troll!jim#hisirdoux casperan#jim lake jr#toa wizards#wizards tales of arcadia#toa trollhunters#trollhunters tales of arcadia#tales of arcadia#the loose translations for the latin are#'by Daylight's grace give me strength!'#and#'blade of Daylight strong and true. full potential I call to you!'#so ye!
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Tales of Arcadia Fanfic Recommendations - Part 6
I do admittedly have things left to read in my tabs Iâd normally prefer to clear out before posting one of these but when you sail past the 30 mark I think itâs about time to get it out my drafts, yeah? Most importantly means this will be out before Rise of the Titans comes and emotionally destroys us all.
Needless to say soon as this is posted I give it 24 hours before 7 starts, weâve got some amazing writers in this fandom and thereâs a couple I juuust want one more chapter before I feel I can recommend it. Hope you find something you enjoy :)
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
If at all interested in my own writing you can find it here!
General Trollhunters
Romeo, Question Mark - Jim is figuring himself out and has a question for Toby though nervous of how he might react. Honestly the support Aromanticâs need when theyâre either questioning or coming out, Toby is a gem.
By The Book - After his dad left changing his world Jim had moments in his life where he needed to wrangle things in a way he could understand them with some moral support along the way that wasnât there to do it for him, just give a light nudge the right direction. Comes with light Jilaire fluff.
That I Could Fear a Door - Jim was pulled from the Darklands whole but you cannot escape the trauma of your experiences quite so easily. It will take a little time, a lot of patience and perhaps the right ear to listen but with it can come hope.
Lest Back the Awful Door Should Spring - Sequel to the above, Jimâs capture to be sentenced by the tribunal echoes his experiences in the Darklands a little too closely sending all his careful progress hurtling back in one fell swoop. Is it any wonder he chose a false freedom that Unkar offered?
Façade - The confirmation that Mr. Strickler is not the man you thought he was probably was not going to be an easy one, Jimâs thoughts sit ill after that dinner.
Fashion - All changelings take root somewhere in a human life before their changeling one succeeds it and Nomura is no different. She felt love she could not understand and the ache of loss will follow for as she meanders through this world by the Whisper Manâs orders and her own volition of needing to belong somewhere. She will try her hand with the humans and the trolls, paint the road with blood as much as indulging herself with the arts and even risking her heart until everything leads her to Arcadiaâs doorstep.
In Deep Trouble - What happened in the Deep during Season 2?
Aftermath - Just after the finale of Season 2 the Market trolls are forced to run leaving their homes behind and follow the Trollhunter they had dismissed so many times into the great unknown before them.
Donât think - Jim weighs up his options and attempts to settle his thoughts before making the final decision whether or not to go through with using Merlinâs potion.
Nocturne for a Trollhunter - Jim learns a new hobby that gives him another way to relax that doesnât involve cooking, one that follows him beyond Arcadia.
The Asteroid - A rare 3Below fic for my lists if centered on a certain hedge witch and Wizard. The end of the world is coming but not by Morganaâs hand and Merlin certainly never warned Douxie about it so if this truly is the end then itâs the best time to bring your loved ones close so you wonât be going out alone. Yes itâs Zouxie.
A bright future so it seemed (but that light grew a little less bright) - Claireâs parents (Or more specifically Ophelia) set her on the perfectionistâs path early, even a little slip can feel like the end of the world
Rest, Master Jim - You might be able to escape the Darklands but you cannot escape the consequences of being trapped there for so long as easily.
General Wizards
Not Found - So why did neither Douxie or Archie find the two remaining changelings in Arcadia or bring back the sole Akiridion when Merlin asked?
Place of Power - A lovely bit of shameless Zouxie fluff in that brief period the gang was at Hex Tech before the plot came to get them.
Bitter Water - Only two of the old team remain in Arcadia and those were Jim and Krel, the rest having left to pursue educational pursuits and in one particular case kept away for Nariâs safety. For the Akiridion he is still here with reminders of his heritage and what it took to have this life on earth chasing him all the way. Itâs always good to have friends with a listening ear and hot chocolate.
Together, Dearest - The very act of resting is a potential invitation for nightmares and Nari is no different but when once more in the waking world you will find youâre not alone, there are hugs available.
The Night Belongs To Us - Lovingly described Skraelroc fluff during their long hunt for Merlin and the strangeness that can be observed on clearer nights.
Nineteen Plus Nine Hundred, Give Or Take - 900 years is a long time by anyoneâs standards but perhaps during that Douxie can figure out how to truly live.
Twelfth Century Wizard, Twenty-First Century Witch - The follow up to the above, when youâve lived a long and interesting life things can still pop up in odd ways... Even if you havenât quite mastered the sacred art of texting yet.
ERAS TĂ (It was you). | Tales of Arcadia One-Shot - Would you want to live forever if it meant leaving everyone behind? Jilaire.
the only way for us to go - From his rescue from the streets of Camelot to the eventual guardian of this realm, Douxie has come a very, very long way. Through the frustrations of trying to learn magic, the belittling of others, the faith of Morgana and the power of music his experiences throughout 900 years truly make him what he is.
lay down your head - Even the mightiest can be plagued with the not so humble migraine. Skraelroc fluff.
Stricklake
Merry Christmas, Doctor Lake - Some Christmas gifts are worth going all out for and getting your friends and family to help out to make it extra special.
Grocery Run - After the incident where Merlin dismissed Strickler for being a changeling it is time for an excuse to get out the house for a bit and have a frank discussion about their relationship, the future beyond the incoming battle and lingering insecurities of two worlds colliding.
Alternate Universe
Fashionista, How Do You Look? - An AU that very much takes the term very literally here where everyone is human, Skrael, Bellroc and Nari are fashion designers plus many other ToA characters we know and love are either in the industry in some way themselves or on the fringes because of their jobs/who they know. Sometimes you work with catty bitches and want to kick back and watch the fireworks you know? Contains friends to almost to enemies to friends to maybe weâll get our shit together this time but the odds arenât great Skraelroc. Thereâs also a Zouxie oneshot in this collection that was a gift for meee because of the corner I dug in the AU.
Atlas, Fallen - When a star falls from the sky it is a punishment so when Atlas suddenly finds himself amongst the humans he had observed from above for countless ages in a flesh body like theirs he fears his Mother is punishing him and unable understand what he did wrong. While trying to find his way back home he gets a crash course in what itâs like to be human making friends along the way. Slow burn Jilaire.
she once was a true love of mine - I put this under the AU section even though it wavers between that and not, a mixture of classical Arthurian mythos and the glimpses of the Camelot in Tales of Arcadia where one kingdom collapses from war another strengthens by taking their princess as queen. While Arthur might have turned her head once it is the sibling that seems to be catching Gwenâs eye of late as much as her thoughts. Morgwen but in the department of pining.
Pulled From The Ocean - AU doesnât quite fit this one but it feels a bit more fitting than general. A little oneshot snapshot of Jim living with deafness and the contrast of one world that falls easily into supporting that whereas the other tries their best but it makes the slip ups sting even more.
you are a stranger here, why have you come? - Fate is a funny old thing, something happens a little bit differently such as a father not leaving alone and everything can change so drastically. Nariâs fondness for children strikes again and this time it involves a 5-year old Jim Lake Jr. ending in the Orderâs care and their foray into found family. Somehow Jim is even more of a disaster and as likely surmised from the fact I write this trope myself I am very weak for it.
go into your local forest and you will find a friend and a boy - Toby was unlucky in the friend department and by the time he is ten he still feels miserable and lonely having to endure Steveâs increasing bullying all the while. This is of course until he finds a blue half-troll hiding out the daylight hours munching cans in the local woods...
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Trollhunters alt timeline AU concept:
Okay, so since Iâll never have the emotional energy to Write It in full, I just want to share my wild ass Trollhunters alt timeline AU, inspired by that chaos ride of a movie.
Disclaimer: Personally speaking, I actually enjoyed the RotT movie for the absolutely absurdist, emotion-murdering storyline it was. I can certainly say that it... (and in fact, Wizards too) most definitely doesnât follow the ToA personal canon I hold in my heart, BUT- I donât consider my idea a âfix-itâ because I strongly dislike using that term myself. In all its imperfection, canon simply is what it is, and thus my idea is instead just a wild little AU concept, because thinking about what-ifs is fun. However, given that self-indulgence is a hoot, this is also my way of molding a plotline where some of my favored elements get to play in to everything.
Beginnings:
This AU diverges from the very end of the RotT movie.
So⊠from my reading of the last scene, one could argue that Jimâs canon decision to return to before he picked up the amulet and avoid picking it up again was born out of a sense of failure⊠a feeling that he failed as a hero because he wasnât there to save his best friend from dying. He kinda wished himself (as he is, as the Trollhunter) away in a âItâs a Wonderful Lifeâ type manner, hoping that by simply allowing someone else to take up the mantle, maybe things could end up better.
In this AU, instead of sending himself back to before he picked up the amulet, Jimâs last spoken desire before he uses the time crystal is a stubborn, confident assertion. Not doubting his own ability as the Trollhunter, but resolving to save all his friends in whatever way he can.
And heâs going to do this starting from Draal.
However, thereâs a catch. This time crystal⊠powerful magic like this always poses consequences. And once he uses it, he discovers that the terms of this second chance are that no one can ever find out that this previous world ever existed. Jim is alone in his knowledge. He must tread carefully. Should anyone ever discover this secret⊠cataclysm will occur.
Time will shatter.
No pressure, or anything.
Timeline 2.0:
Future Jim is shucked back to his old body somewhere amidst early season 3. His first goal is keeping Draal alive. His foreknowledge of Angor Rotâs involvement in Merlinâs tomb will aid them greatly in how to better protect his friends.
His second goal... is one that heâs kinda of two minds about, but knows is desperately necessary for the fights heâll face in the future. Heâll of course have to become a half-troll again. Thankfully, this go around itâs entirely his choice, and he knows itâs coming. That transition will be easier. Along with this... he knows heâll have to somehow manage to keep ahold of his amulet. He canât let the Arcane Order destroy it, and he canât let them take control of him. If he stands any chance of being on top of his game in the early stages of their eventual fight against the titans, heâll need to keep both that AND remain half-troll.
His challenge early on: Jim is stuck in the very awkward position of having to play chess master with events that heâs already lived through, so as to attain the same old victories WHILE ensuring all of his allies come out alive this time around... and WHILE not cluing anyone else in on the fact that he knows their futures. The stress involved with that is immense, and thereâs bound to be instances in which heâs very clumsy with how he manages this. One of the largest early consequences of this second timeline is that he grows more emotionally distant from his friends and allies, especially those who had died in the original timeline... because after all, itâs almost as if heâs walking among ghosts, right now.
I honestly donât know exactly how Wizards would shift because I havenât seen it in eons, but Jim still has to ensure they end up in the past, right? Since he knows theyâre a part of the past for better or for worse. He isnât injured this time around, he likely has been hiding his amulet while back there, and thereâs no beast Jim situation because the Arcane Order hasnât wrest control of him. Thatâs all I know at the moment.
But yeah, those earlier battles end in victory (or partial victory, since of course the Arcane Order are a slippery bunch)... all allies are still alive... Jim remains half-troll by the beginning of the events of RotT in timeline 2.0...
HOWEVER.
Because of Jimâs extreme focus on keeping his friends- Nomura, Nari, Strickler, Toby- alive... because of how bonds within the group have weakened from his emotional distance... his second go at trying to stop complete armaggeddon is an entire failure.
Nari is saved, but they fail at stopping the other two titans. The world is set to be reborn in ice and fire. Jim has failed, once again. Itâs at this moment that in a fit of frustration and rage, he lets his secret slip... accidentally reveals what was supposed to remain hidden... that this is his Second Time experiencing this.
Time shatters.
And then, the whole of creation falls silent. On pause, for Jimâs eyes only.
At this point in this AU story, since I am super self indulgent, I want to do a literal God from the Machine. Because I had a concept flash into my mind... a concept of a literal ancient deity rising from a deep sleep to set her attention upon the mess these mortals have created. All she appears as is bright, blinding light, and an echoing, sonorous voice.
When Jim asks her identity, she simply replies that she is the First Spark. The origin of all life, light, and magic. She has many names⊠names that countless souls have used to name their young in unknowing reverence⊠but one in particular that he might recognize.
Deya.
This goddess is the embodiment of daylight and creation, and the sword Jim wields? The armor? It is essentially made of her body. Her power. Her essence. Stripped away and used for whatever purpose mortals desired whilst she slept. How egotistical, she thinks, that Merlin directed all glory towards himself, rather than to the deity that allowed for his use of magic in the first place.
And so Deya reveals that she aims to clean up this cataclysm by returning the world to its original state. The original timeline. The one where this world hasnât been destroyed in a horrible cataclysm. Jim, of course⊠immediately protests. Brings up all the hard, desperate days he lived just to get this far, just to save his closest friends and family. Begs her to do something, ANYTHING to help.
And eventually⊠the goddess offers up a choice. Sheâll agree to restore the individuals who were dead in the original timeline, weaving the living souls of those in the second timeline into the first⊠but. To provide consequence for the disastrous mess mortal kind made, she refuses to use such power of resurrection in a âpick and chooseâ sort of manner. If sheâs going to resurrect Jimâs allies, then sheâs going to resurrect his enemies too. Everyone who has died throughout his journey will be brought back, no matter their alignment with the Trollhunter team.
Now, in order to save everyone, Jim must once again risk re-igniting the same conflicts with many of these foes all over again... except this time, in new paradigms and patterns that even he cannot predict. Is it worth it, for his friends? For the ones he loves?
Endgame:
Jim makes the deal. All the dead are restored. As time begins to flow again, they stand in the rubble of the titan they destroyed in timeline one. Jim feels great anxiety at the thought of the last two members of the Arcane Order being alive once more, but at very least the titans they piloted are no more. Theyâd have to come up with a new plan of attack now, if they had their hearts set on the same goal.
Toby is alive. So is Strickler, Nomura, Draal, Nari... Those who were dead, however... quickly realize that they remember dying. Those who remained alive in both timelines realize that they possess memories of both. Certain relationships will likely be rocky and strained for the first while.
Somewhere on this planet, old foes, old allies, and unpredictable agents alike have returned from the cold grasp of death with a shock. Itâs anyoneâs guess what new rivalries, alliances, and driving plans will emerge this time. At the very least, however... team Trolhunters is intact... and theyâre more than willing to face this new, unpredictable future once more, wherever it leads. Together, hand-in-hand.
Fin.
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Arcadia or Bust (17)
Heartstone Hall
Previously on Arcadia or Bust:
James Lake Sr. came back to Arcadia while Jim and friends were out retrieving the new Heartstone. The deadbeat not only ran away with a girl, but heâd been dealing cocaine in LA. Now heâs come back to lay low, since he owes a lot of money to some really dangerous men. He got a kilo of cocaine to try to make his profit back, only to not pick it up from the drop zone before Jim found it. Thinking it was trash, Jim ate the brick and went into an 8 hour rage, busting up the town. The US army of Area 49-B got a whiff of the destruction and came to collect Jim from the hospital. With a campaign from the town and an old friend of Walterâs, Jim is turned loose. However, heâs not out of the woods yet, as his amulet was ripped out of his chest and now he has a crater.Â
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âItâs okay Jim, youâre going to be okay,â said Claire, as she hovered just over his face, and pressed little kisses to his cheek. âWeâre going home.âÂ
ââŠFor theâŠgloryâŠâ he muttered, before wincing and falling silent.Â
âAre you taking us to the hospital?â Barbara asked as the van sped on, faster than any speed limit.Â
âNope,â said Samuel. âI think this is a Heartstone issue.âÂ
She nodded, knowing that would be the best. âHe needs a tissue transplant, but his skin is so toughâŠI donât even know what we could do for him. Get human skin and have Merlin transform it into half-troll? I hate that I donât know what to do! Iâm not a surgeon, damnit! And Iâm certainly no magic expert!âÂ
âStop at the McDonaldâs near the edge of town,â said Toby.Â
âReally? You want a Big Mac at a time like this?âÂ
âNo! Merlin is probably there, and I bet he could fix Jim up.âÂ
âWait, Merlin-Merlin? Like âAmulet of Merlin, Sword of Excaliburâ Merlin?â Asked Samuel.
âThatâs the one!âÂ
Once they got into town, Samuel pulled in at the McDonalds as requested, and Toby was out the door before he stopped the car.Â
âMerlin! Merlin help!â He cried, as he ran inside the restaurant.Â
The employees behind the counter all looked at him, and then pointed at Merlin, who had set up shop in the corner of the store. He was surrounded by books, and other magical artifacts.Â
How had management allowed this? Well actually, Merlin wouldnât have listened to any authority, so they probably didnât allow it.Â
Toby ran to the wizard. âWe got Jim back! Heâs in the van, and heâs hurt really bad! We need you to heal him!âÂ
âWhat kind of injury?â Asked Merlin, calmly packing up his books.Â
âThey took his amulet, and thereâs a huge hole in his chest! I could see his lungs!âÂ
Merlin screwed up his lips in thought. âWhere are they taking him? To the Heartstone?â
âThatâs what Samuel said!âÂ
Merlin didnât ask who Samuel was, so he probably didnât care. âI will be there shortly. I must gather the appropriate supplies. Keep him reclined and relaxed. And try not to prod the wound.âÂ
Toby nodded once and then ran back outside to the van.Â
One of the McDonald employees calmly came over and refilled Merlinâs coffee, as he had asked to be done every hour.Â
âGood lad. Iâm leaving now. Here, for your trouble.â And he dropped a sizable emerald in the kidâs hand.Â
The kid looked at it and shrugged. âWhatever.â It beat minimum wage at least.
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At the canal, Claire opened up the portal to Trollmarket while Walter and Samuel started to get Jim out of the van. She ran in and called out, âBlinky! ARRRGH! Jimâs back! Heâs hurt!âÂ
ARRRGH came running, while Blinky gathered all sorts of supplies and carried them down to the Heartstone.Â
It was a mad dash then. Jim was quickly, but carefully, brought down into Heartstone Hall, and rested on his mattress on the floor.Â
ââŠcoldâŠâ he whispered as he grasped and pulled at the blankets.Â
Barbara pulled the comforter up to his stomach, and draped a smaller one over his right side. âI know you're cold, but you have a wound, and we canât cover it yet.âÂ
ââŠwaterâŠâÂ
âIâm on it!â Cried Toby, running upstairs.
Jim groaned out in pain, and the Heartstone responded with a pulse of light.Â
âIs that good?â Asked Claire.Â
âThe Heartstone is picking up on Jimâs pain, and is releasing magic to aid in his healing!â Said Blinky, with a smile.Â
âIs that going to deplete the magic we put back into it?âÂ
âNo no! Well, maybeâŠit shouldnât!âÂ
Jim moaned out again, tensing his whole body, and craning his neck in an effort to find relief.Â
âJust a little bit longer, sweetie,â said Barbara. âMerlin will be here soon.â She gnawed on her lip. âI could probably get an IV for him from the hospital. I have my phone, so call me if thereâs any change!âÂ
âIâll drive you, Dr. Lake,â said Samuel.Â
âThatâs alright, Iâll take the tunnel to my house and grab my car. That way, you donât need to be held up here any longer. Youâve been a great help.âÂ
The general smiled. âIt was worth it more than I thought. The Trollhunter owes me a favor now, you see. I probably wonât need to collect, but itâs always fun to have that in your back pocket. And besides, I got to see Trollmarket and the Heartstone with my own eyes.â He glanced at the orange stone. âThatâs a privilege everyone in the Janus Order longed for.â Before he got too wistful, he turned to Walt. âYouâll let me know how this all turns out, right? Because Iâm invested in Mr. Lakeâs fate now.â
âIâll text you updates.âÂ
âFantastic.â He gave Jim a pat on the shoulder. âHang in there, Trollhunter.â
âIâll show you out,â said Barbara as they left together.Â
Then it was just Blinky, ARRRGH, Claire, and Walt. Time ticked on in silence, as no one knew what to do or say. Only occasional groans from Jim broke the quiet atmosphere.
âWhatâs taking Merlin so long?â Said Claire, with irritation.Â
âHeâs coming?â Asked Blinky.
âWe told him about what happened before we came down here. Said he had to collect âappropriate materialsâ.âÂ
âSo heâs collecting materials,â said Walter. âIt might take some time.âÂ
âYeah, but heâs probably doing it at a leisurely pace. The man has no concept of time anymore. We need to get him a phone. Or at least a walkie-talkie.âÂ
Just then, a gallon bucket of ice and water bottles descended on a rope from the center column of the room.Â
âHeads up! Itâs kinda heavy!â Toby called before it hit the ground harshly. Then he nearly tumbled down the stairs himself.Â
âI got a bunch because I know Jim doesnât have running water down here yet, and I didnât want us to run out!â He took a bottle from the bucket and put a silly straw in it so Jim could drink without having to sit up. âSorry Jim, this is the only straw I haveâŠit says âbig boyâ.â Toby tilted the end of the straw so it touched Jimâs lips.Â
In his half conscious state, Jim felt it, took it in his mouth, and sucked, emptying half the bottle in one go. He released the straw and licked his lips.Â
âBetter, Jimbo?âÂ
âUh huhâŠâ Jim managed a little nod.Â
âOkay. Iâll be on water duty. You just say the word, okay?âÂ
ââŠForâŠthe glory of MerlinâŠâ Jim tried again, before wincing hard. âHurts to breatheâŠâÂ
Claire sat cross legged on the bed next to him, scratching his scalp lightly with her nails. âJust hang on for a little bit longer. Your mom is bringing some medicine from the hospital, and Merlin is going to fix you up.âÂ
His eyes flickered open ever so slightly. âWhere am I?âÂ
âYouâre in Heartstone Hall, in your bed.âÂ
His eyes closed again. âMy amuletâŠgone.âÂ
âYeah. Donât worry about it right now. Just relax.âÂ
âHurtsâŠâÂ
âI know, babe, I know.âÂ
Walt stood, looking at his phone. âBarbaraâs back. Iâll go help her.â And he left.Â
Blinky snapped his fingers. âI think Vendal had a recipe for a burn salve up there. I can work on that. Come ARRRGH! Itâs the least we can do!âÂ
âYell if Jim need help,â ARRRGH added, as he followed Blinky up the stairs.Â
âMore water, Jimbo?âÂ
âHuh UhâŠâÂ
After he drank, he winced, and a tear rolled from his eye. âI want my mom.âÂ
âSheâs coming, Jim. Sheâs bringing some medicine for you.âÂ
âWhereâŠam I?âÂ
Claire then realized that Jim was barely conscious, and wasnât listening to much anyways. Sheâd end up repeating herself a lot.Â
She pushed his bangs out of his face and kissed his forehead. âShh, itâs okay. Youâre nice and safe, babe.âÂ
Toby and Claire sat in silence as Jim continued to struggle to breathe.Â
Thankfully, Barbara and Walt appeared not a minute later, with all sorts of goodies.Â
âAlright kiddo, letâs get you all cleaned up. Claire, would you put on these gloves? Iâd like you to clean the skin around his wound with these alcohol swabs while I set up the IV.âÂ
âOn it Barb!â Claire got to work quickly, thankful to be able to do something to help.Â
Walt set up the IV stand while Barbara prepared the needle and inserted it in Jimâs arm.Â
âI hate that I have to use a thicker gauge needle, but your skin is so tough, kid.âÂ
Jim didnât seem to even register what she was doing.Â
Once the IV was in and taped in place, Barbara took out a thick gauze and started taping it in place on Jimâs chest. âThe wound isnât bleeding nearly as much as it should,â she stated, with a frown.
âIsnât that a good thing?â Asked Claire.Â
âIâm thinking itâs because of the burns on him. They werenât this bad at the hospital. He had been out in sunlight that day, but it was overcast and he had on long sleeves.â She taped down the gauze with medical masking tape. âNo, this looks like...well, third degree on a human. Direct heat like flames or burning metal. I guess that would be a UV light for Jim.âÂ
âIâm going to hammer that lady into the ground,â Toby muttered.
âThere, this should be good for now. Iâll bandage him again once Merlin cleans him up.â She rested a weak hand to her head. âLord help me, Iâm depending on Merlin.âÂ
Thankfully, news came by Claireâs phone, with an unknown number.Â
âHello?âÂ
âClaire? This is Douxie.âÂ
âDouxie! Please tell me youâre with Merlin!âÂ
âI am! Not that I can get his butt moving any faster. He briefed me on the situation, and Iâve been trying to rush himâŠbut, you know how he isâŠâÂ
She could hear the old man shouting somewhere in the near distance. âThree days? Well heâll be dead by then! No need for it by that time! You donât have anything in stock?âÂ
Claire winced. âWhere are you guys?âÂ
âAt the hardware store, ummm youâre better off not knowing why for now. Weâll be at Trollmarket soon, I promise!âÂ
âThank you. And thank you for calling. We were getting worried.âÂ
âHow is he?âÂ
âBarely conscious. Heâs on an IV with pain meds nowâŠso heâll be feeling a little better. He keeps trying to summon his amulet, but he doesnât have the strength.âÂ
âUh oh, he doesnât have the amulet with him?âÂ
âNo, the army wouldnât give it back.âÂ
Douxie exhaled in a huff. âWeâll figure something out. Oh, Looks like Merlin found an alternative. Weâll be on our way soon!âÂ
âGreat! See you!â And she ended the call. âMerlin should be coming soon!âÂ
âThank goodness!â Barbara sighed. âThough it looks like Jim finally fell asleep. His pain is mostly managedâŠall we can do now is wait.âÂ
It felt like they were waiting hours. But there was not much else to do.Â
Jim slept fitfully, occasionally opening his eyes to look around. It was clear he was exhausted, so heâd just close them again a moment later, and they heard his slow breathing.Â
âThis is torture,â said Claire. âBut I canât imagine what heâs been through.âÂ
âI hope that along with her discharge, that Kubritz lady does hard time in prison,â said Toby.Â
âAnd I hope they do everything to her that she did to him,â Claire added, with venom. âIf they donât, I will.â
âIâll back you up.âÂ
It was hard to share small talk, but just listening to Jimâs labored breathing and waiting felt like a terrible option.Â
Finally, finally, Merlinâs horrible grating voice echoed through the Heartstone husk. âHello? Is this where the injured Jim is?âÂ
âYes!â Claire cried out. She was never so happy to hear that manâs voice.Â
No really, most of the time, his appearance filled her with dread.Â
Merlin and Douxie descended the stairs, arms full of plastic shopping bags.Â
And it finally seemed like Merlin was done wasting time, as he spared no greetings and got busy examining Jim. He removed the blanket that covered his shoulder, and the temporary bandages Barbara applied.Â
He cringed at the sight of the crater. âYikes. That is quite the wound.âÂ
âCan you heal him?â Claire asked, afraid that he wasnât up to the task.Â
âSure. No problem. Douxie, prepare the plaster.âÂ
âPlaster?â Barbara asked, with horror.
âUgh, I know,â said the wizard. âThree days for expedited shipping for clay! Ridiculous! I thought the modern era was a time of immediate gratification! But no, the one time I need something quick, itâs a three day wait! Do they not know where the nearest clay deposits are?!âÂ
âOkay, but the plaster? Whatâs the deal with the plaster?!âÂ
âWhat else do you expect me to use to fill a wound in a troll?âÂ
âYouâre going to pour plaster in his open wound?!âÂ
âYes! And more!â He glanced over to the bucket Douxie was mixing in. âHowâs it coming?âÂ
âDo you want it more watery, or thick?âÂ
âThick without being too dry.â Then he turned back and leaned in close to Jim. âNone of you are going to like what Iâm about to do.â He pressed two fingers to Jimâs chest, and spoke, âimperium.âÂ
Jimâs eyes flashed open, wide, pupils expanded so the iris was just a hint of blue.
âJim Lake Jr., summon your amulet,â Merlin commanded.Â
Jim raised his hand up in the air slowly and spoke clearly, âfor the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command.âÂ
Then Merlin let go, and Jim fell back into slumber, Claire having to catch his hand before it smacked him in the face.Â
âWhat was that?â She asked.Â
âI thought it was fairly obvious. A mind control spell. Very weak, only works on unconscious individuals within range.âÂ
âYou know Mind Control?â Asked Toby, with some horror.Â
âTo a degree. As I said. Itâs more like the power of suggestion. Morgana has learned how to fully possess someoneâs mind, but I always preferred to use my natural charisma to persuade people.âÂ
Someone snorted.Â
âThe plaster is ready,â said Douxie. âDid you want to start with the strips?âÂ
âYes,â he collected the tray Douxie had prepared. Mesh cloth strips sprayed with plaster, which created a base. Carefully, Merlin began to lay the strips in the hole in Jimâs chest, applying just enough pressure to adhere them and blend the edges. Once he had completely coated the inside, without filling the hole, he stopped. Â
âThere, now weâll treat his burns. You said you had electricity down here?âÂ
âUh, yeah. Thereâs an outlet on the wall next to you,â said Claire.Â
âPerfect.â From his various bags, he took out a palm sander with a coarse paper on it. He plugged it in. âNow how do I work this thing?âÂ
âWhy donât you let me handle that while you use the fileâŠâ Douxie took the power tool away from him. âClaire, can you sit him up and lean against his back as a counter weight?â
âThe file? I donât want to use the file! I got this so you would use the file!â
âMerlin!â Barbara scolded.Â
âFine, Iâll use the fileâŠbetter for fine detailing anyways.â
It was agonizing moments as Douxie buffed away the dried, burnt skin that came off like dust, while Merlin shucked off the chunks that were too thick for the sander.Â
Jim, for the most part, only twitched and cried out on occasion, only when they got too close to fresh skin.Â
Once he was rubbed raw and bright blue, a little bloody in some places, they stopped.Â
âItâs like an extreme pumice stone,â Douxie tried to soothe, feeling guilty as Claire wiped her tears. âThe skin affected by the sun, or UV lights or whatever, was solid stone and had to comeïżœïżœ off.âÂ
âI know,â said Claire. âIt was justâŠjarring.âÂ
âAlright, weâre almost done,â said Merlin, scrounging up some compassion. âYou can recline him again, Fair Claire.âÂ
Gently, Claire laid him back down on the pillows.Â
Merlin took the loose plaster and slopped a bit in the wound, trying to make up for the missing space.Â
Then, from the stairs came a âplink, plunk, plink, plunkâ as the amulet rolled its way down and stopped at Merlinâs feet. âGot here faster than I anticipated. Iâd love to see the damage it did on itâs way.âÂ
âI thought if someone stole the amulet, it wouldnât come back?â Asked Toby.Â
âNot unless itâs properly summoned. If it only chooses one Trollhunter, you think it would want to be anywhere else?â Merlin cleaned the amulet with a rag to a near mirror shine, before placing it back in its spot on Jimâs chest.Â
âCanât you just keep it out of him? What if something like this happens again?âÂ
âThen weâll just have to buy more plaster,â shrugged Merlin. âAnyway, itâs better this way.â He smeared more plaster in the cracks and smoothed it with his hands, until the seam was perfectly even.Â
âNow what?â
âThe plaster should start to dry soon, and a chemical reaction will take place, putting off heat. Then I will start the incantation.â
âWhy then?â
âMust everything I do be questioned?â
âYes.â Said everyone, unanimously.
âBecause I said so. Thatâs why.â He touched the plaster, careful not to jostle it, and waited for the heat to set in. âAlright, I suggest everyone stand back. You too, Claire, get behind me.âÂ
Claire scooted off the bed and stood back with Toby and Barbara, then they waited anxiously.Â
âItâs going to look and sound painful, but a little bit of pain, and heâll be all better.â Merlinâs hands glowed blue, interacting with the pulsing, ticking amulet. Instead of a one word spell, like he had been doing, Merlin muttered a fast string of words that sounded like nothing and everything at the same time. Lightning bolts skittered from his fingertips, and drew patterns on Jimâs flesh.Â
Jim screamed and writhed as every bolt connected. They danced across the plaster, turning it to his hardened flesh as they moved. The hands on the amulet spun rapidly as the stone pulsed a violent blue. The wound from Morgana, lower on his chest, flickered orange like embers. The Heartstone glowed as well.Â
Claire felt her hair stand on end and goosebumps rise to her skin. The magic in the room was deafening, blinding, and amazing.
Finally, Merlin halted, and only smoke remained.Â
Jim breathed deep, quick breaths, like you would after a run. But it wasnât labored or halted, like before.Â
âCl-Claire?â He asked, his voice stronger than it had been.Â
She nearly tackled him. âJim! Jim youâre alright!âÂ
He winced slightly as she collided with his raw skin, but hugged her anyway. âWhere am I?âÂ
âYouâre home!âÂ
âHome?âÂ
âItâs a long story. How do you feel?âÂ
âTired, hungryâŠa little sore. I remember being in a lot of painâŠâ he looked down at his chest, touching the amulet in confusion.Â
âMerlin just healed you,â she explained. âThey hurt you pretty bad, huh?âÂ
He rolled his neck and stretched his shoulders. âNo kidding.âÂ
âWell,â said Merlin, âmy work here is done. I think Iâm ready for a nap of my own.âÂ
âThank you, Merlin,â Barbara said sincerely. âThank you for saving my boy.âÂ
âOf course! You didnât think I was going to leave my greatest warrior to die, did you? Oh, before I forget, I should probably give this back.â He handed a black wallet over to her.Â
âWait, whose is this?âÂ
âJamesâ. I needed to pay for the sander somehow.âÂ
Barbara laughed. âWell, heâs not going to be happy about it, but glad to know he contributed to this too.â Then she muttered, âconsidering itâs all his fault in the first place.âÂ
By the end of the day, Jim was up. Not fully recovered, but enough to shuffle around. He was able to go to his motherâs house and take a shower, while Barbara changed the blood-stained, plaster dusted sheets. When he was all clean, he sat in the living room in his sweatpants, exhausted, and aching.Â
âBlinky made you a salve, if you want me to put it on you,â Claire offered, holding up a little jar.Â
âIâd love that.âÂ
She delicately rubbed it into his skin, like Aloe on a severe sunburn. Careful not to scratch him, but also wanting to make sure he was covered.
James walked past the room and halted. âJim! Youâreâyouâre back!âÂ
Jim just glanced at the man. âAnd?â
âI justâŠum, look, Iâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry?â
âI didnât knowâŠthat you ate trash. I would have made the drop for the cocaine somewhere else. I didnât thinkâthatâs not something people usually have to worry about, you know?â
âYeah. Usually.â Jim said, stone cold.Â
âHow are you feeling?â
âWhy do you care?â
âB-because youâre my son?âÂ
Jim couldnât stifle the eye roll. âSo NOW you think Iâm your son? Where was that mentality when you pointed a shotgun at me?â
âI was in a severe crack withdrawal when I did that.âÂ
âAnd youâre just magically better now?â
James sat in an armchair opposite him. âIâm not going to say yes, but Iâm better. Iâm trying to get out of your and Babsâ lives, because I brought so much hurt in the first place. ButâŠseeing what Iâm missing out onââÂ
âNo!â Jim snarled, standing up. âYou donât get to be sentimental now. You donât get to change your mind. You suck! Thatâs all youâve done! Momâs moved on, I have men that are more fatherly than you could ever be if you tried! So justâfinish your business and get lost!â He tried to step towards the basement, but he crumbled, still far too physically weak to walk on his own.Â
âI got you,â Claire whispered, wrapping an arm around his waist. âJames,â she turned to look at him briefly. âI donât know if you realized how crappy that thing you just said was. Donât try to get Jimâs hopes up. Heâs hurt, heâs upset, heâs vulnerable. So just stay away. If you truly want to be back in Jimâs life, donât mention that youâre considering it. Back it up with action, or else youâll just be disappointing us all when you go back. And as far as I knowâŠyour word is worthless.â She helped Jim walk slowly back to the basement, to the tunnel back to Trollmarket.Â
âTrouble? I heard yelling,â said Draal. Â
âNo, no trouble. Thanks Draal,â Jim gave him a weak, affectionate punch.Â
â
Many many miles away, a group of men watched the news, an old broadcast that one of them had snagged.Â
ââThe campaign worked perfectly! Now, hero to Arcadia, James Lake Jr. has been released from his wrongful imprisonment for his bizarre appearance, and returned home. Lake is hailed a local hero, as his acts of kindness and selflessness during a horrendous tornado in the area have become well known in the community as well as on social media. A parade in Lakeâs honor is set for this weekend, as Lake has made a good progression in his recovery from captivity.â
âOkay, a kid was arrested because he looks weird. Not sure what the correlation is.âÂ
The leader of the pack smiled. âOh, itâs such a subtle thing. We donât care about the kid, or his deeds, or even the city of Arcadia really.âÂ
âThenâŠwhat?â
âDid you catch the boyâs name?â
âIâŠLake? LikeâŠâ
âJim Lake Jr. is what they said. Maybe a common name. But if thereâs a JuniorâŠperhaps thereâs a Senior nearby.â
â
I have not seen Rise of the Titans (though I expect to watch it this weekend) but I heard it wasâŠnot good, story wise. So in this fic, I wonât be applying any of it. Probably. Unless something juicy catches my eye.
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1. "A good friend wouldn't let me do this." "It's lucky I'm not a good friend, then." "You're right about that."
So, this takes place in a potential bad ending for that one AU I wrote where Douxie was an Arcadia Oaks High student. (The bad ending is not Jim becoming a troll. The bad ending is about what Douxie becomes.) (I have no idea where Archie is in this fic and only realized that heâs not around after I wrote it. Maybe his lack of presence is a contributing factor.)
CW: drowning, Douxie being an OOC-on-purpose dickhead.
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âA good friend wouldnât let me do this,â Jim said loudly enough that his voice could be heard over the sound of the tub filling.
âItâs lucky Iâm not a good friend, then.â Ah, so Douxie was self-aware enough that he knew how many people he was betraying. But, in a twisted way, he was right. If Douxie were a good friend, he would be trying to talk Jim out of recklessly sacrificing half his humanity to save the world. Theyâd be wasting time sitting and talking and trying to figure out if there were any plans they could make that would keep Jim as himself.
âYouâre right about that.â Douxie had definitely seemed like a good friend before theyâd found out that Merlin was still alive. And maybe he had been, but heâd changed. At first itâd been in subtle ways, like his posture or facial expressions. But heâd been agreeing with things that Merlin had been saying or doing, things that everyone knew normally would go against Douxieâs conscious. He had never been one to sacrifice the many for the few.
He would have never sacrificed his friends.
âYou know, you donât have to do Merlinâs dirty work. You have a life outside of him,â Jim said. Douxie had complained to them once, when the three of them were loitering around at the book store where Douxie worked, that sometimes it felt like as a child all he had done for Merlin was the unimportant dirty work. Nothing important, nothing interesting, and nothing that would finally earn him a staff.
âYes, a life I owe to him.â
âDid we mean anything to you?â
âMore than youâll ever know,â Douxie said, and for just a moment the emotionless mask started to slip away.
âBut not as much as finally earning your staff.â Not as much as earning the approval of a father figure who would probably never give a damn about him. Funny. Jim had always thought Douxie was the wiser of the two of them, but clearly Jim had learned a lesson at five-and-a-half with only half a year of abandonment that Douxie still hadnât learned at seventeen after three years of abandonment.
Douxie turned his once-again blank gaze from Jim to the tub.
âRight, right, itâs not about any of us. Itâs about the world. I hope youâll be able to face Toby and Claire after today, because we both know theyâre going to hate you.â
And then Jim let his former friend push him into the darkened waters.
A bunch of different dialogue prompts #16
#hisirdoux casperan#jim lake jr#dark!douxie#tales of arcadia#trollhunters#toawizards#answered ask#gayspiderman#my writing#my au's
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Fire Keeper: Chapter 15
Douxie x fem reader
Chapter 1
Masterlist in bio!
Series Summary: You are Jimâs older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures.
Chapter 15 summary: Just as you and Douxie get back to Arcadia the Eternal Night begins.Â
You stroked Archie as Douxie drove the three of you back to Arcadia. It had been a pretty silent drive with you drifting in and out of sleep, but you were awake now and you and Douxie were singing along to some music you were playing via your phone.
It was a lot of fun and it made you even happier to see Douxie smiling again. You looked back out the window before he could catch you staring.
A new song came on and you began to sing, but your phone ringing cut you off. You unplugged the aux cord and answered it.
âHey, mom. We just got back. Weâre almost in Arcadia.â
âY/n, something happened, can you come to the school?â She asked, her voice filled with urgency.
âUm, yeah. Iâll be right there.â You hung up and looked to Douxie. âThat was my mom, something happened.â
âI can drop you off and then you can pick up your car tomorrow?â Douxie suggested and you nodded.
The two of you continued singing, but you were distracted by your thoughts. Your brain had decided to conjure up thoughts of all the worst possible scenarios.
Thankfully you didnât have to suffer through the scenarios as you arrived at the school. You hopped out of the car and thanked Douxie.
You immediately sensed auras on the roof and while they all seemed relatively calm and a little anxious, you didnât sense Jimâs.
You decided to forgo the stairs and you flew yourself up to the roof. You arrived to see everyone but Jim. Even Merlin was there, but you didnât see your brother. However, you did see a troll in the eclipse armor. You stared wide-eyed at him and dove into his aura. If you peeled back a few layers you found your brothers.
âJim?â You asked, alerting everyone to your arrival.
âHey Y/n,â he greeted, smiling nervously.
âAre you okay?â You asked, concern for your little brother consuming you.
âKinda,â he admitted and you ran over to hug him. Tears pricked your eyes when you realized how much taller he was now.
âWhat happened?â You asked as you pulled away from him, but you still held his hand.
âI needed to become stronger and Merlin did this.â He gestured to himself.
âBut you were already great,â you whispered. You could sense the pain and fear and Jimâs aura and it made your tears run faster. The best word to describe your mood was âfuriousâ and the cause of your anger was Merlin.
You had been home for about three seconds and you were already ready to fight the old man. You were only holding back because you didnât want to start something or upset Jim.
âAh so this is the Trollhunterâs sister?â Merlin asked and you were seriously ready to throw hands. You had really expected Merlin to be cooler from what Douxie described.
You scowled. âI am, and not only that, Iâm a sorceress.â
âReally?â Merlin asked, interest showing on his face.
âYes, and what were you thinking? How could you do this to him?â You asked.
âI didnât do anything. It was his choice, I just created the means. In the end you will thank me.â
You decided to be mature and ignore Merlin. It was the best way to calm down. It also helped when you remembered that Merlin was able to see the future. Maybe Jim becoming a half-troll was a good thing?
You turned to Jim. âDonât worry Jimbo, you still have your looks,â you joked trying to make light of the situation.
He chuckled. âThanks.â
You looked at the rest of the group and you noticed Strickler standing very close to your mom. You decided to be mature and read their auras before attacking Strickler and you were presently surprised to sense forgiveness in your moms aura and caring in Stricklerâs. Maybe he wasnât that bad.
You put on a small smile. âWhy donât we walk home and you explain everything that's been going on this past week to me.â
âThereâs something you should know about our trip to find Merlin,â Jim said once you all had gotten down from the roof.
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked, sensing the sad shift in everyoneâs auras.
Jim looked down. âDraal didnât make it. H-he died back when we were getting Merlinâs staff. Draal took a dagger for me, Angor Rot killed him.â
You looked at the rest of the group and saw sadness shining in your eyes. You began to cry again and Jim hugged you. âI-I canât believe it,â you sobbed.
âI know Iâm sorry. But we are going to avenge him,â Jim promised. You sniffed, looking up at him. He was so grown up now and you were incredibly proud.
You took a deep breath. âI know we will.â
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Last night as all of you walked home the group recounted the events of the last week to you and you had to admit a lot had happened. Now it was time to defeat Morgana and Gunmar.
That morning you had gone over the plan and you had to say, while you were nervous and scared, but you were excited to end this. It would all be over soon and hopefully your brother and Merlin would come out victorious.
And while they did that, you were on crowd control with Douxie. You wouldnât have regular civilians dying, not if you had something to say about it.
You stood on the sidelines with Douxie watching Aja and Krel play their music. The crowd seemed very excited for Krelâs DJ-ing, but you were a ball of nerves. Claire was supposed to arrive soon and tell everyone to go and find someplace safe.
You bit your lip as Señior Uhl announced Mama Skull and Claire walked onto the stage in her armor.
You barely listened to her speech, but you could tell nobody was understanding how much danger they were in. That is until the sky darkened and gumm-gumms appeared.
You tried to call everyone to you, but they just panicked. Unsure of what to do, you and Douxie just began to fight. The less gumm-gumms there were the less chance of people dying, right?
You summoned your sword and immediately sliced through one as you sent a magic blast at another. You heard someone scream on stage and you and Douxie ran over there. You noticed he didnât have a weapon and you wondered what he was going to be able to do with just a guitar.
Apparently he could do a lot. He hit a gumm-gumm that was terrorizing Mary and Darci over the head, knocking it out cold.
âI've always hated those twits!â he grumbled. You went over to finish the job while he helped Mary and Darci.
You walked back over to Douxie who Mary and Darci were swooning over and you rolled your eyes. âCome on Romeo, we need to get these people to safety.â
âAlright, Ladies follow us.â Douxie took off and you followed him.
âWhere should we take them?â You asked. âWe need some place big enough to fit a ton of people.â
âThe school!â Douxie responded. You turned the corner and found some gumm-gumms harassing some of the old guys who like to play chess in the gazebo.
You held out your sword and charged the creatures, easily taking them down while Douxie covered your back. The two of you made a very good team.
Soon the street was cleared of the black and green monstrosities, but you knew it wouldnât last long. âWe need to get going,â you said helping the old men up.
Your ever growing group made your way through the town with Douxie up front and you guarding the rear. Occasionally you ran into gumm-gumms, but you and Douxie took care of them easily.
Soon you made it to the school. You used your magic to unlock the doors and you had to admit you were proud of yourself.
You watched as Douxie led everyone across the street. Things seemed to be going your way for the time being and you hoped all of your friends were doing okay. You didnât know how you would go on if you lost anyone else.
Another tremor hit and you wobbled on your feet. Tremors had been occurring all day, but this one felt different.
The cause of the tremor was soon revealed when you heard a roar. It was a roar you had only ever heard once before, and that had been in the Darklands. You watched everyone freeze in the middle of the street as a gigantic black and green snake thing turned towards all of you. It could probably smell the fear radiating off of everyone.
âFuzz buckets,â Douxie cursed as the Nyarlagroth charged. There was no time to make any mistakes so you just decided to call upon your magic. An orange glow surrounded the Arcadians and they floated into the air. You heard shouts of surprise, but you didnât have time to warn them as you threw them inside the school.
You went to chase after them, but you instead saw a kitten standing in the middle of the Nyarlagrothâs path. There was no way you were going to let something bad happen to the adorable ball of white fluff, so you did what any compassionate human would do. You ran towards the kitten and picked it up.
Unfortunately now both of you were in the Nyarlagrothâs path, but you werenât there for long.
You and the kitten glowed blue and you were yanked towards Douxie who caught you. He carried you bridal style into the school, gently setting you down before the group of Arcadians.
âUm, thanks,â you mumbled.
âAnytime, thanks for getting the kitten. I didnât see it.â
âOf course.â
âWhat now?â Someone asked and you turned to face them. You didnât have to be an aura reader to sense that these people were afraid. But what you werenât expecting was for them to be determined.
âI know you might not be happy to be stuck in here, unable to do anything, but in here you are safer. I also understand how scary this is. Right now Douxie and I need to take care of that giant snake thing so we can make this place safer.â You looked at all the terrified faces and sighed when you noticed that your speech didnât seem to be impacting them. âOkay, look. Weâve all lived in Arcadia for a while and Iâm sure many of you have noticed the weird things that go on around here. There are different creatures that live here who arenât human, but this is their home too. Those bad guys out there have taken their home before and are trying to take it again as well as ours. There arenât many people who can do something about it, but those who can are out there, fighting for you and they are going to win. But to do that, they need you in here where youâre safe so they donât have to worry about you. It may seem scary now, but if we all do our part things will work out!â
You looked again and noticed that everyone seemed to be calmer and even more determined than they were before. âGood luck!â Someone called and you smiled.
âWeâll be back soon,â Douxie said, holding the door for you.
You reluctantly gave the kitten to Phil and Jerry, the two the old guys you had saved. âNow letâs go take care of that Nyarlagroth.â
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âI didnât know you gave inspirational speeches,â Douxie joked once you were outside.
âItâs one of my many hidden talents,â you replied smiling at him.
You and Douxie raced to the top of the school to get a good view and you saw the Nyarlagroth circling the school.
âWhen Jim was in the darklands he stopped one by overwhelming itâs sense of smell,â you explained. âWe need to find something that will do that.â
âThis is a school, thereâs got to be tons of  gross laundry here,â Douxie suggested.
You bit your lip. âI hope this works.â
âMe too,â Douxie sighed, looking one last time at the beast. His aura was buzzing with worry.
âWeâve got this,â you said, pulling him back down the stairs. The two of you went looking for the laundry and you plugged your nose as you levitated it out of the school. âThis should be fine.â
âGood.â Douxie chuckled. âI hope these kids wonât be mad about us feeding their stuff to the Nyarlagroth.â
âI think theyâll be fine.â You set the hampers down to catch a breather. âOkay, Iâll go across the street and when the Nyarlagroth comes around be ready to fling this stuff into its mouth.â
âYes Maâam,â Douxie said, jokingly saluting you.
You gave a small smile before running across the street, levitating your baskets behind you.
You heard the Nyarlagroth before you saw it. Hiding in an Alley you levitated the hampers and got ready to shove them into the beastâs mouth.
It roared and you sent the disgusting laundry flying into its mouth. You watched as Douxieâs hampers flew in after yours.
It froze and you took it distraction as an opportunity.
âDouxie blast it, Iâm gonna go stab it!â You explained, ever eloquent.
You leapt into the air and onto the Nyarlagrothâs back. You felt the beast shift as Douxie began to blast it. Quickly you located a space between its scales and you squeezed your eyes closed as you thrust your sword into it. You pushed it into the hilt and watched as it slowly turned to stone. You felt bad, but you knew it would kill everyone if given the chance.
You floated off the Nyarlagroth and down to the ground where Douxie hugged you.
âWe did it!â He celebrated. âYou did amazing.â
âThanks, but we both did amazing.â
You high fived in celebration. The Nyarlagroth was now a pile of useless stones and the People of Arcadia were mostly saved.
However, the celebration couldnât last long. You had work to do. You and Douxie placed anti gumm-gumm sigils around the house and then went to go look for more people. Soon you had gathered quite a few and you were bringing them back to the cool when you saw a horde of goblins.
Stood to challenge them while Douxie got the people inside. The goblins charged at you and you blasted a few before they got too close.
The leader leapt up at you and you sliced him with your sword. This only angered the rest of them causing them to fight with more vigor. But you were fighting for the safety of your town.
Soon Douxie joined you, bashing the goblins with his guitar that he had kept. It was a little battered by now, but it made for a good weapon.
You fought goblin after goblin, but there always seemed to be more of them.
They suddenly stopped attacking though and you noticed a change in the air. The goblins looked at each other then at you and Douxie who had your weapons arrived.
They turned and ran. You were tempted to go after them, but you realized that you couldnât do much against that many goblins. You should have to save that problem for later.
âWhat do you think happened?â Douxie asked.
Red lightning came out of nowhere and hit a gumm-gumm which shattered into a pile of rocks. âI think Jim killed Gunmar!â You exclaimed.
Now that the street was clear you and Douxie went to check on the Arcadians. After you were sure they were good the two of you can off to the canal. The both of you were worried that the Eternal Night hadn't ended.
You didn't have your car so you wouldn't be able to drive. Instead the two of you ran.
You arrived to see Claire, Jim, Toby, Aaarrrgghh, and Blinky looking at a giant crack in the ground.
You looked into it and saw the heartstone, but it wasn't warm and happy orange anymore. It was a cold gray.
"What happened?" You asked, aghast. You had spent so much wonderful time in Trollmarket now it was destroyed.
"Gunmar happened," Blinky said, bitterly.
"What are you going to do now? " you asked.
"We're gonna look for a new Heartstone. Merlin mentioned that there would be one in New Jersey," Jim said.
"New Jersey?" You asked, shocked.
Jim avoided your eyes. "Yeah."
"I'll miss you," you said, hugging him.
"I'll miss you too," he said.
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After you had met with Jim Claire and Toby and they had told you their side of the battle and you told yours, you went to see your mom who was sanding on the cliff overlooking Arcadia. The two of you were waiting to say goodbye to Jimo. You knew he had to go to New Jersey, but it still hurt you to see him go.
Merlin arrived and he looked out over Arcadia. There was smoke billowing over some buildings and while it looked sad and hopeless, but you knew it would be okay.
You gently stroked the kitten you had saved from the Nyarlagroth. You had decided to adopt the kitten, though you didnât have a name for the darling fluff ball. Â
You were spooked out of your thoughts by some rustling behind you. You turned around to see Jim. You tried to hold back your tears. Â You hadnât even said goodbye yet and you were already missing him.
He went over to you and your mom and hugged the two of you. âI promised Iâd never leave you,â he said.
âHoney, I knew this day would come, I just...never knew when,â your mom rubbing yours and Jimâs back. âI hope you find what youâre looking for.â
You heard your mom sniff and you knew she was crying. Your own tears began to fall. âJust call often,â you sniffed.
âEveryday. Twice. Text. Now and then?â Your mom added.
âOf course, guys. I love you,â Jim said, also sniffing.
âNot more than I love you kiddo,â your mom chuckled.
You heard more rustling and sawBlinky arrive. âAre you ready, Master Jim?â He asked coming over to you.
âReady as Iâll ever be,â Jim sighed, letting go of you and your mom, but keeping your hands.
âI donât know what tomorrow brings, but with our Trollhunter by our side, I donât fear it either,â Blinky said, Â putting his hand on Jim's shoulder. You smiled, you were glad Jim had someone like Blinky.
âI really appreciate that, Mr. Blinky,â you mom said.
You heard more rustling and saw Claire and her parents arrive.
She walked over to Jim. âClaire, I canât ask you toââ
âYou didnât ask,â Claire said and you were so glad Jim had such a great boyfriend.
âShe has enough credits to graduate early,â Claire's mom said. âWeâre treating this as some time abroad.â
âAs long as she comes back soon,â her dad said.
âWell, congratulations, Claire,â You said, high fiving her. You wondered how it was possible for a sophomore to have accomplished that.
Jim laughed and you jumped a little as Strickler came flying by. He landed by your mom. âGood luck, Young Atlas.â
Jim smiled at the three of you and slowly let go of your momâs hand as he walked away.
âYou did good raising him, Doc,â NotEnrique consoled. âHereâs a thousand new babies to raise.â
âWhat?â Strickler asked as NotEnrique handed your mom the cradle stone.
âHave fun with that, you two,â NotEnrique called, running away so they couldnât give the stone back.
âWait!â Strickler called.
âThisâll be fun,â you muttered and your mom patted your back.
âWait! Wait for me!â Toby yelled as he came running up to the group in his War Hammer armor. âBoy, these goodbyes are tough, you know. Nana wanted me to take Mr. Meow Meow P.I., but he does not travel well. What?â
âTobes...you have to stay.â Jim said, kneeling down.
âWhat?â Toby asked and you felt really, really bad for him. âYouâre going on a quest. I love quests. We go everywhere together.â
âIâm hurt, Claire lost her Shadow Staff. We need you here to protect Arcadia.â
âNo, Wingman,â Aaarrrgghh said, coming up to Toby. âI help. I stay.â
Blinky gasped then nodded, accepting it. Their air was thick with bittersweet goodbyes and you felt a few tears fall.
âSo, youâre staying with me-â Toby gestured to you and Aaarrrgghh â-and youâre leaving,â he summarized, gesturing to Claire, Jim and Blinky.
âBut weâll be back. Someday,â Jim promised as you handed the kitten to your mom and walked over to them with Claire. The four of you were pulled into a group hug.
âYou better,â Toby sniffed.
âAnd then weâll get tacos,â Jim said, chuckling.
âAnd enchiladas,â Claire added.
âWe sure found that adventure. Right, Tobes?â Jim asked and you smiled through your tears.
âIâm really glad we took the canal that morning,â Toby agreed.
The four of you stood. âKeep Arcadia safe,â Jim requested. âYouâre its only Trollhunters now.â
Nomura walked over and hugged Toby. âI still donât like you.â
âI know,â Toby cried. You began to quietly shed your tears as your friends and little brother walked away into the forest.
They stopped and you watched as Merlin pulled out the Eclipse Blade and you noticed that it was broken. âI believe this belongs to you, Trollhunter.â
Merlin used his magic to fix it and Jim grabbed it. They looked back one more time and you waved a sad goodbye.
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Thank yall so much for reading and liking my writing!! It makes me so happy to see your positive feedback!! It was super bittersweet writing this chapter. I know there will be more, but it felt sad writing the scene where they leave. Anyways, I really hope y'all have a wonderful day/night!! And stay safe!! đđ
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ToA Cyberpunk AU 1/?
"Attention citizens of Arcadia..."
That uneasiness takes over, that voice roaring through the dark city thanks to the speakers located throughout the streets.
"The city's center will be closed down to the public from tomorrow until further notice. The reason for this has yet to be explained, still, no one is allowed into the main state building, the plaza and the clock tower. Be tuned for more info down the line"
Sometime ago, that voice used to be good news, a bright light at the start of everyday. Now, sounds hollow, almost dead, as if the joy was sucked out of it since the day the sun stopped shining onto this town.
A black bubble encapsulates the city, making each moment eternal.
Sunlight was replaced by LED and Neon Lights, placed into every corner of the town just so anyone could see where they where standing in this black hole. The town grew more in the last 3 years than in all of its history because it became a Sanctuary to every living creature. Troll, human or...akiridian. From a small town to a city, Arcadia was no longer the place I grew up on. Now, it is a place where forest are scarse and the air is hunted by the ghosts of the past.
How did we end up like this?
The eternal night didn't took hold of the world, as Gunmar wanted. Morando's threat over humankind was vanquished as well. But the Arcane Order...was too much for us...for me...
I was no longer the Trollhunter, I couldn't be the one on the frontline guiding the attack. I was left sitting on the bench, looking as everyone I loved perished because I wasn't able to wield Daylight or...Excalibur for that matter...
Despair drove me to keep hidden where I once lived, now...I'm nothing more than an urban legend living on a wreckage of a house.
Me...the last Trollhunter
Me...James Lake Junior, the ghost of Merlin's champion...
I still remember when Kanjigar told me "I had to fight on my own". I proved him wrong so many times but...at the end...he was right. How could I be so blind?
. . .
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Her voice as calm and soft as always, her gentle embrace helping me get by once I was my old self again. Everything was shifted, my height and weight were smaller from what I had been the last year or two. Being human again after being half troll was...weird. Claire, against everything, was there. "Last time she saw you, you were...different. Don't you think she'll be worried?" Concerned, yet sweet.
"She's right, Jimbo!" Tobes replies, as concerned as her. "Wouldn't you like to rest before confronting Dr. B?" For once, Toby was trying to make me change my mind, maybe with a reasonable logic. An hour before, I was a monster, lost in a magic indused rage, and before that, I was wounded with a magic shard for a little over a month, even before all of that, I wasn't able to properly sleep for...who knows how long! Weirdly enough, that only fueled my desire even more.
"Guys, I only want a thing right now..." as I said that, a glimpse of a very familiar and nostalgic sight can into view. "My home..." I whispered as I desperately wanted to run to the front door. Claire and Toby followed me, seeing as I tripped over the sidewalk, drunk on my homesickness. I could already feel the warmth of the living room, the clean smell of the kitchen, the dust on the basement, the fabrics of my bed and most of all, the sweet scent of my mother's loving embrace.
I bumped into the door, trying to keep balance as I tried that night 2 years ago, the night I came home as a half troll. As that memory ran, I stopped my hand from opening the door. She was going to have a thousand questions about how, why, when. Everything...
"Jim?" Claire whispered from behind, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Is everything ok?" Confused because I was hesitating after running down the street to get there.
"I'm...scared..." I reply, remembering how worried my mother was when I fell over that night. "What if...I...she..." my mind was running, my anxiety was making my thoughts blurry. Once again, Claire looked at me, her dark eyes being my beacon of light.
"Everything is going to be ok" those worlds coming from her, made me throw my anxiety aside for a moment. I was still nervous but...the only way to find out how everything was going to play out, was by entering the house.
I open the door, hesitant, someone's in the kitchen...
"Walter! You returned earlier!" Her voice, as warm as ever. Sweet, like a nursery rhyme. Walks from the stove to the open square on the wall that lets her see directly to the entrance. "How was your...day?"
Our eyes clash for a moment, her expression changes from happiness, to disbelief. And there I stand, like the eighteen year old youngster I was once, frozen by a sight I never thought I could get to see again and I now wish I still had.
She walks slowly, from the kitchen, to the access directly in front of the entrance door. Her face doesn't change, but her eyes glisten. She comes closer, slowly, fearing her eyes were lying to her.
"Jim?..." she muttered in disbelief, getting closer by the second. Her hands slowly moving upward, until they embrace my face, carecing my scarred cheeks. "Jim, is...is it really you?".
I could only left out a nervous giggle, trying to keep my tears at bay. Her touch makes the clock run back in time, back to those good old days, when there was only me and her against everything. When I promised her I would never leave...
"Hi, mom...It's me..." only those worlds leave my mouth, as I try not to whimper like a kid, but that dumb smile in my face, alongside my glistening eyes speak volumes. Luckily for me, she looks the same.
At a moment's notice, she hugs me like she had never done before, stroking my hair with her hands shaking like crazy. I can hear her weeping her heart out, but she's also giggling. I hug her back...
"I missed you!" I whimper as my silent tears run across my face.
"I missed you too! I missed you so much!!" She replies, as we let the clock go by endlessly, trapped in a melancholic bubble. Her embrace is all I ever wanted since I left to New Jersey, her warmth, her sweetness, every last piece of love I always got but never fully appreciated. Just being with her, already felt like home.
"Welcome home, kiddo" . . .
. . .
I no longer remember how she passed away, I guess my mind blocked it so I could keep my sanity. Was it that bad? I no longer know...
And now...here I stand, alone in this empty house. Few things still work, others have become dust gathering ornaments. Against the bright city surrounding me, this feels stuck in time. The walls are cracking, the paing is rotting away and the dust stains everything with its gray color. A color that fits me perfectly now...
Heavy footsteps come and go through the house, all coming from my tired feet, who no longer wish to act as intended. My body moves around only when needed, like when I need go search for something I can eat.
Since I'm dead to the public eye, I have certain liberties. I can steal anything I need, since tracing me always comes to a dead end. It isn't something I enjoy, but I don't have any other option.
When social structure was reorganized, humans were left at the bottom of the priority list. Because they used to be the former residents of the town, they soon became the hosts for the refugees, specially to akiridions, who felt no shame whatsoever on having their hosts turning into servants. Other aliens came by, reinforcing the control over us, because they were stronger than us. As far as I know, there are still groups who search for some level of equality, but none have spoken up. I can't give you names, mostly because I don't know any, but sometimes, while going through the streets, I can see a symbol on some walls: Two circles one inside the other with a line crossing them horizontally. Seems familiar but...I can't put my finger on it.
Sometimes...I wonder how everything could have been if I had fought.
If I had been the Trollhunter when the Arcane War came upon Arcadia. We wouldÂŽve won? I donÂŽt know...but...I miss them...I wish I had protected them like I did before. If only Excalibur had given me a chance...
. . .
The night falls over the city -my only marker of that is on the clock I still have on my room- And my time has come to go gather the essentials: Food, water and maybe a rogue to deal with. Those have become abundant for the last month, probably because of that treaty everyone is mumbling about.Â
Supposedly, the queen of Akiridion 5, among with other heads of state, will sign a document. No one knows why but the sole temptation of a big fish roaming through the city has caused some criminals to rise. I have no doubt that a revolution is coming, I can sense it. This comes as an opportunity to ârecover the townâ, but I think we lost it a long while ago. Either way, I wonÂŽt get involved.
From the old streets of the phantom of a house I live in, to the bright lights of the city that we still call Arcadia. I go by with the same old blue hoodie, one of the few good memories I still hold close. Obviously, my face is covered. I donÂŽt fear being recognized, It just makes it easier to blend with the crowd. Another gloomy 21 year old who survived the war and stuff like that.
My head is empty while I scout around, looking for a good target.Â
Most are other people who buy for themselves, âhostsâ to some other alien who gives them permission to go for groceries. I donÂŽt bother them, they might have more problems than I do. Some faces are familiar, from school, from our old daily lives, maybe from my mishaps as the Trollhunter, but none of them recognize mine...Luckily keeping me off the radar.
âOw!â lost in my own thoughts, I donÂŽt notice someone coming straight at me until we bump into each other. They react at impact, stumbling for a bit, the same as me. âKleb, look where are you going!â their voice seems awfully familiar...why? I turn my gaze to see this stranger. A guy with dark hair, copper like skin and a backpack, heÂŽs taller than me, his hair on a half man bun but his eyes...strike my memory like...Lightning...lightning in a bottle...LIGHTNING ON A BOTTLE! Krell?. . .
Our eyes lock for a moment, looks like he recognized me as well. Damnit!
âJim?â he asks, a smirk forming in his face. Suddenly his eyes shine, with hope? Why?! âJim Lake?â asks again, hoping I will answer. What do I do? I stay silent, when suddenly...
âHELP!â a stranger screams close, as the fast steps of a burglar run past me. âHelp me please! Everything I have is on that thiefÂŽs hands!â screams once again, this stranger saved me without knowing it. As fast as I hear that, I run past Krell, towards the thief. This is my chance!
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Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 7 To Catch a Changeling
How to catch a changeling for idiots.
âAll rightâ
âDo your worstâ
The Sword of Daylight. A weapon to kill trolls and cutting watermelon.
âWhat is this mockery?â Me seeing stupid shit.
âYou want to take it for a spin?â
*Cries in Troll*
Yeah, no one will notice.
âRidiculous garmentâ Agree.
âSorry. Draal was training Jimâ
âDraal?â âTraining?â
âYeah, he sorta made a home in my basement to look out for the placeâ
âOf course. When a troll is defeated in combat, itâs completely natural for them to take refuge in the victorâs domicileâ So, this happened before?
And itâs gone.
âIt was, eh... It was out of focus, and i did forget to turn on the flashâ Once again, i went back.
And the flash was on.
Have some Jim is done with this bushigal face.
âIâve not left the Heartstone in a centuryâ This is what itâs like to be force to go somewhere, cause they say itâll be worth it. But itâs really not. Wow Vendel is becoming the most relatable character in this series.
âI hate conspiraciesâ
âThat is why i am dedicated to rooting them outâ If Trump hired Blinky to root out all the conspiracies of him Blinky will end up making them worse for Trump. #LetTrumphireBlinky
âIf itâs everyone, it must be a conspiracy!â I would say Donald Trump, but that would be insult to Blinky.
âLaterâ
âOh, no. Claireâ
âClaire? A changeling?â Changeling Claire au.
âNo. When i thought i was gonna die, i wrote Claire a letter, too, and told her everythingâ
âEverything?â
âEverythingâ And what is this âEverythingâ you speak of? What did you write?
âThere you are!â Mission: Avoid Claire. Mission Fail.
âYou didnât run into Miss. Janeth yet, did you?â
âIs she mad i couldnât make rehearsal yesterday?
âSomething kinda came upâ
âHeh hehâ Good of the episode to put flashbacks in for me, so i donât have to do it myself. Also Jim implies that last episode happened yesterday (Out of universe, yeah it did) But i thought about it and today would be Monday, and yesterday was Sunday. Jim and Draalâs fight happened on a school day meaning that it was Friday. Jim and Toby getting arrested and Jim making the letters were on a Thursday, and Jim and Toby finding out about Nomura was a Wednesday. And then the school trip to the museum was a Tuesday.
âSteve filled in. Thatâs what understudies are for, right?â
âUh, you havenât heard?
âSteve isnât the understudy anymore. You areâ
âSheâs tired of you never showing upâ
âSo she made Steve Romeo. And trust me, Steve isnât happy about it eitherâ
âAs i was saying, every algebraic equation requires balanceâ
âNot unlike, say, actors in an ensemble!â
âFor instanceâ
âEvery piece of this equation plays an important roleâ
âThat is, unless variable Xâ
âis a zeroâ
âX has no roleâ
âX doesnât show upâ
âX lets the equation downâ
âThen, the entire play-â
âI mean, equation- falls part!â
âIt becomes impossible!â
âMr. Lakeâ
âHow would you solve this mathematical problemâ
Yeah iâm at a lost.
âPromoting Steve to Romeo wasnât your idea. Plus, heâs been trying to leaveâ âTell me about it. After class he told me off. Steve told me off. Steve. Of all peopleâ
âAnd, honestly, iâd rather be on stage with youâ
Iâve seen that face before. Marinette made that face, too, when Adrien touched her shoulder at the end of The Evillustrator.
New meme template.
âSo, we find another changelingâ
âStop saying that so loudlyâ
âDo you mind?â
âWhateverâ Like i said, his name is Changeling.
âAilment or curse?â
âOi, numbskull! I;m supposed to answer it!â
âBut i already did answer itâ Wait are Rot and Gut like one troll sharing a body or no?
âYouâre gonna need a gaggletackâ
âUnfortunately, you see, weâre a bit short on those. Very hard to getâ
âBut i got a bag of them right hereâ
âWhat in the world? If youâll excuse us for one momentâ
âEy, what are you doing? Iâm trying to drive up the price over hereâ
âI thought we were trying to help these nice ladsâ Rot doesnât understand Capitalism. Good boy.
âGaggletack?â
âRare artifactâ
âExceedingly rare. An object of great mysteryâ
âItâs a horseshoeâ
âMade of pure ironâ
âWhy would you put such a precious thing on a horseâs foot?â Great, what other things are âRare artifactsâ to trolls?
âBeware. Changelings are swapped with their human counterparts at birth. So, it is likely these troll-pretenders have dwelt amongst you for decadesâ
âThey could be anyoneâ
âUsed car salesmenâ
âTax collectorsâ
âTelevision executivesâ
âDonald Trumpâ
âYes, especially Donald Trumpâ
Nope.
Nope.
âShall i hear more, or shall i speak-â
âSteve!â
âHey! Who did that? And can i leave the play now?â âNoâ
Another new meme template.
Nope, nope, and nope.
âYou, uh, try this out on Mr. Strickler?â
âCome on. You really think he is one?â
Yes.
So close.
âHere you go, Mr. Strickler. Hereâs your horseshoe backâ
âThank you, Miss. Nunez, but that belongs to Mr. Lakeâ
âOh. Well that would explain the flying horseshoesâ Wait âFlying horseshoesâ? You mean Claire noticed the horseshoe that hit Steve earlier?
âSo not going to askâ Jim should look on the bright side of this. Claire touched the gaggletack, that means sheâs not a changeling, and that the real reason she invited him to her house was not to secretly kill him. Oh wait. Thatâs not till later.
âClaireâ âStill hereâ When people forget youâre here too. Trust me, i know that feeling.
âYouâre still coming home with me, right?â
âOh, right!â
âClaire and i are gonna go too her house... for math stuffâ
Toby is surprised by how that escalated quickly. And itâs not even the second half of season 1 yet.
Series creator, director of The Shape of Water, and the man that said âMonster Fucker Rightsâ Guillermo Del Toro. Voicing a dentist.
âFor the glory of Merlinâ
âDaylight is mine to make babies ogleâ
âHe really likes youâ Jim would be a great dad. Wink wink Claire. Wink wink.
âWonder what heâs thinking about right nowâ âNo idea whatâs going through my brothers mind right nowâ âIâm going to get kidnapped next episode and you will never see me again for a long time. Goo gooâ
âWow, this novocaine you numbed my mouth with is really strongâ
âI canât even feel my handsâ
âThatâs because i didnât inject you with novocaine, dearâ
âI hit you up with a potent paralyzerâ
âWhy would you do that?â
âWell, itâs not everyday someone comes in with a gaggletackâ The moment i saw this.
âWhy donât i take that, sweetie? Itâs not very hygienicâ I knew she was a changeling.
âSee, the equation only contains powers of X that are non-negative integersâ
âDoes that makes senseâ
âIs it supposed to?â
âNah. Thatâs why itâs called algebraâ Algebra never makes sense. It makes Kingdom Hearts make sense. #ReplacealgebrawithKingdomHearts
âI realized youâve got a lot more going on than people thinkâ
âI doâ
âI do?â You may now kiss the bride. Okay guys, Jim and Claire are married.
âYou canât just write a letter like this and not expect a conversation. If you had written something like âIâve most likely been slaughtered by a trollâ I wouldâve said: Understandable, have a nice dayâ âWait, really?â âNo! You are lucky, youâre cute and everythingâ âI... Uh... Itâs... Wait what?â âNothingâ
âYou have to battle monsters?â
âSaving the world in which we know? What monsters are you battling? Are they fuckable?â âWell- Wait what?â âUh... What monsters are you battling?â
Have some Claire being done with her (Not yet, almost, but not really, not for another season) boyfriendâs bushigal.
âI mean, we all have stuff weâve got to go throughâ
âBut are you in some kind of trouble?â
âI... Yeah! Metaphoricâ
âI was...â
âIn an exploring stageâ
âNot successfulâ Let it be known that Claire thinks Jim has depression, if not suicidal tendencies. And i did not get this from the wiki or TvTropes.
âThereâs some sentimental stuff at the end which i thought was... kinda sweetâ Umm. Can we read the full letter? I want to know what he said.
âReally?â
âIf you ever need someone to talk to about âthe monstersâ you can talk to meâ
âIt can be our secretâ Yeah. There are going to be a lot of secrets you two will be sharing. Also, you two couldâve kissed here as well. But whatever you tried i guess.
âHalt, changeling!â
âOr else my giant friend will tear you limb from limb!â
âMaybe laterâ These things always happens.
âOh, it burns!â
âOh, itâs just a paintingâ Paintings donât kill trolls confirm.
Huh. After an entire episode of using it on everyone, and making me think it didnât work, it actually does work.
âWhatâs that?â âLaughing gasâ
*Laughs in Troll*
âLaughs in Troll*
âHello? Wait how did you get my number?â
âHey! Whatâs up, Nunez?â
âHey Colbyâ
âSomeone named Woby?â Claire canât remember Tobyâs name.
âFighting monsters again?â
âWho are you, Jim Lakeâ Claire is getting sus.
Imagine walking into this.
âPerish, you worm!â âWait, before you kill me, i have something to ask. You know Nomura, right?â âYesâ âWell she has a history with a troll named Draal. Do you know what their history is?â âNo, this is the first time iâm hearing about itâ âOh, okay. Thank you. You can die nowâ âYouâre welcome. Wait what?â
âDo you have some magic artifact that can clean this mess?â
âYes. I believe itâs called a Tobiasâ Translation: âClean it yourselfâ
âIt appears Nomura has gotten her wayâ
âAnother changeling has been chosenâ
âAnd look who it isâ âEnrich? Enquran? Enquin?â âOh, for the love of. It says Enrique!â âOh. Whoâs that?â âClaire Nunezâs little brother!â âWhich one is Claire again?â âThe one you havenât met!â âWell no wonder i donât know who that is. I never met themâ
Anyone is a changeling. Maybe iâm a changeling.
So whoâs the worst babysitter? Jim or Marinette?
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and in the dark i can hear your heartbeat
Fandom: Trollhunters - Daniel Kraus & Guillermo del Toro, Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Jim Lake Jr./Claire Nuñez Characters: Claire Nuñez, Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia), Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal, Trolls (Tales of Arcadia) Additional Tags: Fluff, Slice of Life, Post-Season 3 (Trollhunters), Canon Compliant, the trolls are going to new jersey, oh my that's a long trip, Poor Claire, claire is tired, Jim is a good boyfriend, jlaire, jim carries claire, because I say so, they are cute, rated T for kissing, blinky is there too, He is trying
Summary: The Trolls are travelling to New Jersey and everything would be great, if only it wasn't so damn exhausting. Or, Claire is tired but will not admit it and Jim tries his best to be helpful.
It turned out that walking for hours every night was exhausting. Claire huffed but kept going, careful not to stumble on a rock or a root; the moon was almost full in the sky but barely filtered between the branches of the dense trees, leaving her and her companions in a thick, cold darkness. They had been walking for a week by now, travelling from dusk till dawn and camping during the day, always making sure to keep away from inhabited areas. Her Trollhunter training had helped her to keep going until now, but she wasn't used to hiking this long.
At her side, Blinky walked carelessly, showing no sign of tiredness. He kept his eyes fixed on the map he was holding, brows furrowed. She considered asking him when he planned to stop, but she quickly discarded the thought. To stop they first had to find a place where the Trolls could camp comfortably, protected by the daylight. That was the reason why Jim had left the group, an half an hour before, to explore the wood that extended in front of them. Besides, Claire didn't want Blinky to worry about her. She was perfectly able to walk another few miles, despite the aching of her legs. Well, or so she hoped. Sighing, she looked down. Her first days had gone better, but then her feet had started to hurt and now her leg muscles contracted painfully every time she took a step. She had even taken out the armour Merlin had made for her - she loved it, really, but it wasnât made for long trips.
Luckily, her caravan didnât move too fast. She soon found out that Trolls didnât tire easily and could keep walking for hours without much effort, but they were slow and there was always someone who got lost or stayed behind, forcing the whole group to slow down or even stop to find them. Out of curiosity, she glanced behind her back, but the thick mass of trees prevented her from seeing much of the long column of trolls. Hopefully they were learning to stick together.
"I found a place!"Â
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Claire jerked and almost stumbled as she turned around, just in time to see Jim emerging from the wood. She hadn't heard him approaching - how was he getting so good at sneaking up? He smiled at her before turning towards Blinky, "The branches are tight, so the sun shouldn't be a problem, and I found water!" He moved closer and bent over Blinky's map, "It should be ... ah, here," he said, finger brushing against the paper. "A little farther, keeping on the right. We will surely be there before dawn."
"How long will it take?" Claire asked, moving forward to reach for his hand and lace their fingers. Â
He immediately squeezed her hand back. "At this pace, a little less than an hour." She nodded, holding back a sigh. Her calves would have hated her.
âThat will do,â Blinky said, folding the map. His eyes lingered for a moment on the couple and their joined hands, a faint smile curving his lips. âI will inform the rest of the group while you start leading them,â he said, turning around, âI have no intention to waste other time looking for lost fools! Not again!â
Jim chuckled, âGood luck with that.â
âYou know you are helping me when it happens!â Binkyâs voice faded in the night as he disappeared behind the first group of Trolls. Jim and Claire exchanged a look and giggled, then walked away, still holding hands.
âI guess we are going to spend some quality time chasing gnomes later,â Jim said.
Claire let out an exaggeratedly heavy sigh, âPlease, not again! I didnât bring with me my entire wardrobe, I canât get another shirt ripped because one of them has decided to hide among brambles. I'm sure he did it on purpose!â
âYou could stop by the next town, you know,â Jim said softly, âI could get you close enough before the sunrise and come back for you at dusk. You could buy new clothes, have a proper meal, sleep in a real bed -â
âHey, Iâm perfectly fine sleeping with you guys! And Iâm not that sick of camping food yet. Besides, I donât want to leave you alone during daylight hours.â
âWe can handle ourselves for a day,â he made her a confident smile, âno one is going to move anyway. I ⊠I am very happy that you came with me - with us,â he added, his eyes full of affection and warmth, âand I donât want this to feel like a torture for you.â
âThatâs not possible! I -â
âJust think about this, okay? Soon or later youâll have to get supplies anyway.â
He had a point. Claire nodded, murmuring a small âokayâ and squeezing his hand a little tighter. They kept walking in comfortable silence, broken only by the creakings and rustles of the forest and by the distant sound of the Trolls moving and chattering behind them. They must have outdistanced them, and it wasnât hard to see why: Jimâs gait was fast. Claire found herself struggling to breathe regularly and felt her tired muscles contracting painfully; she wouldnât have been able to keep up that peace for a long time. She frowned, eyes pointed on the ground, and focused only on taking a step after another, and then again, one step after the other, and again, and -
And then Jim was suddenly slowing down and she could breathe a sigh of relief - at least until he asked, voice filled with concern, âAre you alright, Claire?â When she turned, he was bending over her, eyes wide, âDo you want to take a break?â
âNo! Well,â she added, âmaybe could you slow down a little? We have left everyone behind.â
âOh?â His eyebrows rose when he glanced back and noticed that the wood was empty. He immediately stopped and gave her an embarrassed smile, rubbing the back of his head. âSorry, I didnât notice.â
âItâs alright,â she panted, taking advantage of the break to stretch her legs a little, âWeâll just wait for them, okay?â
âSure, but what about you? You are tired, arenât you?â
She bit her lip, looking down. âJust a little,â she admitted, âbut Iâll be fine. We are stopping soon anyway.â
He frowned, mouth clenched. âIâm sorry,â he whispered then, âI should have realised it sooner, Since I became ⊠ah, this,â he vaguely gestured at his body, âI donât get tired as I did before. But you are human and this is not a simple hike in the woods around Arcadia. I should have thought about it. Iâm sorry, Claire. You shouldnât have to -â
âJim.â She put a hand on his arm and smiled at him when their eyes met. âItâs alright. You had other things to think about. Leading the Trolls itâs been exhausting! Besides, itâs not that bad. Give me another few days, Iâll get used to it!â Hopefully, she added in her mind. New Jersey wasnât exactly around the corner.
Jim sighed. âI just wish I could make it easier for you! Maybe I could -â He suddenly fell silent and his brows knitted, as he was thinking about something.
âYou donât have to do anything, I donât want to slow us down even more, or weâll take forever," she reassured him.
âYou are right but, uhm, I thought I,â he cleared his throat, looking away, âI could carry you.â
Her eyes widened as she stared at him. He avoided her gaze, and even though she couldnât see it clearly, she would have sworn that his cheeks had taken a slightly darker colour. She couldnât help but grin - he was taller and well, bluer, but he was still Jim. Then her mind registered what he had said. âWait, what?â
âIt wouldnât be a problem,â he muttered, âIâm not tired at all and I got stronger - I mean, you know I did, I just - I wouldnât mind carrying you. If you want to.â
âThere is no need!â She could literally feel a blush creeping into her cheeks. âI  can  walk, for another little while.â Her legs didnât really agree about that, but she knew she would have made it. She didnât have any other option - or had she?
Jim finally looked at her. âAre you sure?â He asked, tilting her head.
Claire took a moment to seriously ponder his proposal. Would have it been that bad? She was tired and he was offering and she trusted him. He was her boyfriend! And he was without a doubt strong enough to carry her. âWe can try for a while if you are really okay with it,â she carefully answered. âBut if you  start to get tired, Iâm walking!â
âI wonât!â He hurried to nod.
A chuckle escaped her lips, âOkay then, Superman! How do you want to do this - Ah!â In the blink of an eye, Jimâs arms were around her and she was lifted from the ground. She yelped and instinctively put her arms around his neck, seeking stability, but there was no need to. His arms felt firm and strong and she simply knew he wouldnât have let her fall.
âSee? No effort!â He said cheerfully, a spark of pride in his eyes.
This time, Claire laughed. âGreat job, Trollhunter!â She patted his armour with her palm and took some moments to make herself comfortable in his arms. When she was finally at ease, she glanced over his shoulder and noticed that the other Trolls were finally getting closer. âI suppose we can leave now.â
He turned briefly to check the group and nodded. âLetâs go.â
Claire wasn't used to being carried like that, and at first, it felt - well, new. It didnât take her long, though, to get used to the pace of his walking and the solid feeling of his arms supporting her body. Resting her head against his chest, she decided that this was nice, actually. And admittedly way more comfortable than using her legs.
During the rest of the trip, they quietly chatted about the people they left behind. Claire showed him some pictures of Enrique she had received from her parents - "I already miss him," she admitted, "he will have grown up so much when we'll come back!" - and then it was his turn to show her all the baby pictures his mother sent him.
"I can't believe your mother and Mr Strickler are really going to raise them all."
"I can't either, but they trying to make it work. Mom texted me to ask if I knew how what exactly she should put in baby food. I've never even tried to make baby food!"
"I'm sure you'd made something awesome if you tried," she laughed, "you are the best chef in Arcadia!"
"You really think so?" He hummed happily before adding with a smirk, "Only in Arcadia?"
She snorted. "Don't get too cocky! My guacamole is still unequalled."
"I've never doubted that!"
Like this, time passed faster. Claire didnât even notice that Blinky had joined them until the conversation died and she checked again if the other Trolls were still in sight. He nodded at her with a smile and she waved at him before resting her head against Jimâs chest, listening to the comforting thud of his beating heart. This wasn't just nice, it was comfortable, so comfortable that her mind started to cloud and her eyes to close against her will. She tried to keep them open, to keep herself awake tracing senseless patterns on the plates of his armour. With her finger, she followed the edges of his amulet with her finger, again and again, until she knew it by heart and the metal was warm from her touch. She didn't want to fall asleep, not yet. They would have needed help later and she was the only one among them who could walk in sunlight now. So, she definitely had to stay awake. She had to.
She was failing miserably.
When she was about to doze off, her eyes closed and her hands resting on her belly, Jim finally halted. "We are here," he said quietly, probably not to disturb her. Claire heard him anyway and lifted her head, blinking. The wood around her didn't look much different than before, though, she realised looking around, it was a little darker. That would have been helpful at sunrise. âThereâs a pool over there,â Jim continued pointing somewhere on their left, âand there should be enough space between the trees for us to sleep.â
Blinky nodded, then let out a sigh, âNow, letâs hope we will be able to camp quickly for once.â Raising his arms he turned around to approach the other Troll. âWe have arrived! Now, please, just do as I say ...â
âWe should probably help,â Claire said, unable to hold back a yawn. Not that she really wanted to get down, but she knew for sure that Blinky needed all the help he could get.
"Are you sure?" Jim asked, gently putting her down when she moved and supporting her until she stood. "You can go to sleep. I am not tired, I can take care of them alone this time."
"No, it's okay." She stretched and smiled at him, "I feel definitely better now that I got some rest! We will finish faster together."
"Okay, you are right. If you feel like, you can take care of who's already here. I will check the rest of the group to make sure that no one was left behind. What do you think?"
She nodded. "Good plan! But first, let me thank you."
âThere is no need to -â he started, shaking his head, but before he could finish she reached for his shoulder with both her hands and dragged him down, making him yelp in surprise. Even like this, she still had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him. Â
They hadnât got many chances to kiss since his transformation. His lips still felt a bit different under hers, not quite hard but somehow solid and cool. She traced the profile of his temple and buried her fingers in his hair until she could scratch the base of his horn. Suddenly he pulled her closer and enveloped her with his arms, lifting her little to reach her better. She smiled against his lip, brushing his cheek with her hand. Yes, she was definitely getting used to this.
When they parted, his cheeks were definitely bluer. He beamed at her, scratching her back with his fingers, âOkay, I like this kind of thank you."
âYou better!" She grinned, patting playfully his arm, "Now we should go, they will never set this camp without us.â
He chuckled, âIâll see you later then! Good luck.â He kissed her forehead before disappearing in the wood, quick as a wild cat. Claire stood for a few seconds, staring at the trees, before heading for the rest of the group. Leg pain or not, she thought, this trip was totally worth it.
#trollhunters#tales of arcadia#jlaire#jim lake jr#claire nuñez#toa blinky#trollhunters fanfiction#fluff#mars-writes#these two are cute okay
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So as a follow up seeing as I've had a couple of people like and reblog my Douxie is jaskier and yennefers kid post. I have since then come up with an elaborate au because I've been rewatching/finishing once upon a time. I see my own original headcanon and raise myself. Douxie is Hope. As Regina said she refused to believe there wouldn't be more adventures. And battles of course. So what I'm saying is something happened to threaten everyone and little Hope was at the center of things much in the same way Emma was once. So Emma and Hook have to send her away as it seems to be that family's unfortunate curse. Hope ends up in Camelot and adopted by some people who find her wrapped in a blanket (which is Emma's old baby blanket but with new added embroidery that makes it now say "Emma's little Hope") and well. That sounds good so they keep the name but as Hope gets older it becomes apparent she is not a little girl. He is in fact very adamant he is a boy. And being good parents that's that. Hope is a name that is no longer used and what started as a nickname play on words becomes his new name. When Douxie is around 10 or so his family dies. And thus on his own and eventually he meets Archie and then eventually Merlin. Who figures out Douxie is trans relatively fast and scolds him for his binding and offers to help. The spell that would later be altered to turn Jim half troll in its more or less original form. Allows Douxie to transition entirely by way of magic and Douxie never looks back. But he still keeps that baby blanket because it's less about his dead name and more about the mother he must have had. Emma. Who very much must have loved him and had not wanted to give him up if the blanket and it's very affectionate embroidery is to go by. Or the fact that his name was apparently Hope because that sounds meaningful and deliberate.
Now I do have some convoluted time travel/world hopping that once upon a time is known for so that Douxie absolutely gets stuck in storybrook right around the time just before season 2s plot where Emma and Snow get portaled to the enchanted forest. So he gets to meet her and. Coincidence. Her name is Emma. But takes until they are gone to find out for sure she's his mom. Because he's helping David clean some in the apartment and finds the blanket Emma has and oh God that's my mom moment. But he doesn't say anything to David. Or anyone else. Because well. He's been in the past once he knows messing with timelines is bad. Then Emma and Snow come back. And shortly after Hook. And welp. "Why does he sound like me? Oh I don't like that". Because he very much does not like Hook and takes some getting used to. He's still very in the I don't like him camp by the time the charmings leave to go rescue Henry but at least he's helping. Though Douxie stays behind. Offers to help get the bean crop back up. "I don't have an adopted sister who's a literal nature goddess and not pick up on things. I can get the crops back up and running in no time" but pull Emma aside long enough to confess to her but tells her as little as possible that he barely knows himself and basically makes a plea. That even if Emma wants to keep him. Even if they think they can preemptively find a way to stop the evil that makes them send him away in the first place. Don't. He has a good life. And he doesn't want that to all go away. And that maybe someday when that evil is defeated they can find a way back to each other but not by keeping him. Annnnd well. The whole "I don't know who my dad is. But. I have the worst inkling and I'm not gonna say it but. I really hope not" cue what's not more than many a year or two later for him but is a few years after they send him away as a baby that Emma finds a way to Arcadia and welp. News. They defeated the thing. And. Well obviously she knows who his dad is. And when he finds out it was Hook he has a meltdown. "I'm the son of captain hook what the hell kind of life" "well you're also the grandson of snow white and prince charming so there's that"
Now. I'm gonna say. In this. Which takes place what would be several years after the movie. I do have Douxie and Jim together and look. There was a whole conversation with a friend about how there'd be teasing and jabs at one another over who outranks who. Because Jim now has Excalibur so in theory. He's king. But Douxie says that's not fair he's only king by some supposed legend but he's genuinely the grandson of snow white so he's technically a prince by birth. Regina and the others may or may not offer Jim a place in their realm to rule since well. King. And Excalibur. (Once they get over the whole trigger that the name Excalibur would probably give Emma and Hook) doubt Jim would take it. But you know they all have to constantly visit back and forth. Toby would be impossible to be around when he first goes to the enchanted forest because of course he would be freaking out and spazzing. And "Jim! Your boyfriend is a prince!!" But yes. Shenanigans. Douxie getting to bond with Hook now that Hook isn't the sort of person he was when they met last. Douxie appreciates this and there may or may not be the realization that when the spell that let Douxie transition did its work it took into account subconsciously certain things within his own memory and dna in which the reason he sounds like he does. Is because it was his memory deep down matching the sound of his own father's voice that he couldn't consciously remember. Because you know Hook totally sang baby Douxie to sleep. And his subconscious latched onto that. So there you go. Some of my crossover headcanons.
#I wasn't originally gonna tag this but I want to#once upon a time#tales of arcadia#I just like the idea of Douxie being added to absolute wild family tree that is once upon a time#there's so much going on he'd be having a crisis#meanwhile the rest of team trollhunter is flipping out cause all these fairy tale characters are real#and Douxie is related to most of them#your dad's captain hook???!!#also no one point out to Douxie how he clearly gets his terrible terrible flirty pick up lines from hook#c bomb is well considered me blown away vs my ribs my be broken but everything else is still intact#like hook was legitimately shooting his shot and Douxie was just keeping up appearances but sir couldn't you come up with something better
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Lost Souls: Story 7
Nowhere to go but Forward
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Lost Souls Summary: Merlin awakens early from his sleep. He decides that he doesnât want to leaving anything to chance and kidnaps the young James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter as early as possible.
Barbara is determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her efforts to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to her in a womanâs voice. The radio leads her to an underground society of shapeshifters.
Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.
AO3 -Fanfiction
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Barbara listens half-heartedly as the meeting drones on. Spy movies really put too much glamor on the concept of secret societies. An organization is still an organization whether it is made up of middle aged salary men or centuries old shapeshifters. And unfortunately that means that they have to deal with things like supplies and delegation of manpower and paperwork. The major difference in is that if she allows herself to stop paying attention the backstabbing will be much more literal.
âWhat is your opinion, Dr. Lake?â
Barbara raises her eyes from the point in space sheâd been watching to meet the gaze of her ex-boyfriend. Walt âOr she supposes she ought to call him Walter now: Strickler or Stricklander donât feel right and she canât say Waltolomew and keep a straight face.- Walter is giving her a rather smug eyebrow raise like he thinks she wonât be able to answer. He has been rather testy ever since she took over his position.
âI think that we need to focus more on laying our communications groundwork,â Barbara says after making a show of thinking about it. âWe all know that Gunmar will not want to be kept waiting when he comes to the surface and we canât have nuclear bombs being shot at us, so the normal modes of communication will have to be the first thing we hit. Weâve started relying a little too much on human means for our own infrastructure in the past centuries.â
She says âweâ as if she herself is centuries old and not human. Itâs almost laughable how sometimes she still feels like a sheep supping with wolves despite how much sheâs changed.
Some of the assembled changelings nod at her point, some just watch silently. The secretary takes notes.
The rest of the meeting proceeds in much the same way. Thereâs always a feeling of walking a knife edge at meetings. Barbara may be the mouthpiece of Morgana, who is a god to the changelings, but if she canât prove her strength and cunning on her own, she wonât last long.
When the meeting finally wraps up the changelings depart out of the room from the lowest ranking to the highest. Walter and Barbara hold eye contact for a long moment. She sees just the faintest glow of yellow in his eyes and allows a glint of volatile blue to flicker in her own in response.
He tenses and looks away, chin tilting up ever so slightly despite the clear resentment that is evident in the curl of his lips.
She watches silently as he leaves. The door closes and she lets out a breath and her shoulders slump. She isnât quite done yet -she still has to report back to Morgana- but she just wants a moment to breathe.
Her head aches from keeping up with the constant scheming and swirling agendas that are present at any Janus Order meeting. That andâŠ
And she still misses her relationship with Walt. Theyâd already been strained after she found out the truth about changelings but once she had taken over his position theyâd truly split. She knew as well as he did that if their positions had been flipped heâd have done the same, but it didnât make it less cruel for him.
And it didnât make his bitter resentment and verbal stabs any less painful for her.
She misses having someone to talk to and just be herself around. A memory of the odd meeting in the rain flickers through her mind.
âEveryone needs friendsâŠâ
That is what she had told the Trollhunter then.
Perhaps she should take her own advice.
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Barbara sits in her car in the driveway for a whole hour before she works up the courage to walk up to the front door. This house was once as familiar as her own but now itâs been years since she last visited. Knocking takes her another ten minutes.
Thereâs a series of soft thumps and the door opens. The elderly lady stares at her before adjusting her glasses as if she canât quite believe what sheâs seeing. The light of the late evening sun glints off the thick round lenses.
âBarbara?â She says finally.
âHi Nancy,â Barbara responds.
Her lips twitch into an uncomfortable smile as she tries to remember how to deal with normal social niceties. Nancy beams back in response.
âI canât believe itâs you! What brings you back to Arcadia after all this time?â
Barbara doesnât tell her that she technically still lives here. No one, or at least no one from her old life, knows. Itâs easier that way.
âIâm just going to be in the neighborhood for a while and thought that Iâd visit⊠You arenât busy are you?â
Nancy steps out of the doorway gesturing with a hand to invite her inside.
âOf course not! Come in. Come in! I just finished a fresh batch of cookies.â
âThank you.â
Barbara enters and finds that her old neighbors place hasnât changed much in the time sheâs been gone.
The two of them settle down in the comfy couches in the living room. The elderly lady pours a cup of tea for each of them and sets a plate of cookies out on the table.
âSo how is Toby?â Barbara asks. âHeâs in high school now right?â
Jim would have been in high school. Heâd be fifteen nowâŠ
Like the Trollhunter.
A flash of blue eyes set in a slighter darker blue face flash through her mind. Her heart aches.
âHeâs doing well,â Nancy says, interrupting her thoughts. âBut heâs always been a bit quiet sinceâŠâ
She doesnât have to clarify. Jimâs kidnapping hit him hard too. Thereâs a moment of silence before she straightens up and goes on.
âHe has Darci and they stick together. It sounds like now that theyâre in high school sheâs been able to introduce him to some more of her friends. Sheâs really such a dear.â
âDarci?â Barbara asks. She swirls her tea around in the mug and breaths in the smell. Like everything else itâs familiar. She sets it back down without drinking.
âDarci Scott. The Scotts were the family that moved in next door after you left. Her father is one of the police.â
Ah, Detective Scott then. The Janus Order monitors the police force within Arcadia carefully. They have agents in key areas to make sure that no one ever looks too closely where they shouldnât.
âI seeâŠâ Barbara says and isnât quite sure what else to say.
Nancy sets down her mug and fixes her in a gaze that is slightly too sharp for a woman with cataracts like hers.
âEnough about me, you didnât just come to catch up, did you? What did you want to talk about?â
If Barbara hadnât spent so much time learning to cover up her emotions she would have tensed.
âWhy would you say that?â She asks instead.
She doesnât like it when people are able to read her. Sheâs usually very careful to only show the emotions she wants them to see. She wonders what she let slip.
Nancy smiles disarmingly.
âI happened to be looking outside when you pulled up, people who are okay donât spend an hour sitting in their car in someone elseâs driveway.â
Barbara does actually blush a little at that. Her hand drifts up to toy with the yellow pendent around her neck.
A weight comes to rest on her leg and Barbaraâs hand clenches around the crystal. She looks up to see that itâs Nancyâs hand. The woman is staring at her with concern.
âSorry,â Barbara says, before mentally wincing at the apology.
âTake your time dear,â Nancy says. âYou donât have to tell me anything you donât want to.â
Barbara opens her mouth to say something âA denial, maybe?- and then closes it.
Sheâs become a little too used to hiding her emotions and vulnerabilities from everyone. In truth, she wants to talk about the strange young troll who, despite being her enemy, she finds herself suddenly worried about, but even the little bit of openness sheâs shown has already put her on edge.
Sheâs so wrapped up in a web of secrecy and magic that she can hardly even remember what it was like to be a free woman living a normal mundane life.
Barbara sighs.
âCan we just talk for now?â The words come out almost pleading.
âOf course,â Nancy says.
Thereâs pity in her gaze that makes Barbaraâs jaw clench but she accepts it and tries to let go of her need to be seen as invincible.
âHow is high school been for Toby so far?â She offers the question like an olive branch.
âOh itâs going quite well,â Nancy says, leaning back into her chair. âOne of Darciâs friends, Claire, got Toby to try out for the play the school is putting onâŠâ
Barbara finds herself relaxing minutely as Nancy rambles on telling her about things that seem to be happening a world away.
Eventually the light outside begins to take on an orange tint and Barbara forces herself to her feet with a sigh.
âItâs been nice, Nancy, but I really must be going,â She says.
âOh! Well itâs been a pleasure having you over, dear.â
âThank-you.â Barbara slings her bag over her shoulder and hesitates. âWould you mind if I visited again?â
âOf Course!â Nancy smiles. âYouâre always welcome here.â
Barbara smiles back at her. Sheâs forced to take a careful breath to fight back the prickling she feels in her eyes.
Thank-you,â She says again, before slipping out into the darkening world.
#Trollhunters#trollhunters fanfiction#Tales of Arcadia#Barbara Lake#Child Champion AU#Lost Souls#nancy domzalski#Trollhunters AUs#my posts#my writing#a short chapter but it needed to be done#looking forward to the next one
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Some Thoughts on Troll!Jim and Humanity
First, a disclaimer because Merlin is always brought up when troll!Jim is: this post is not about Merlin. This post is definitely not defending Merlin or his actions. I absolutely agree that Merlin is a butt and acknowledge that what he did was manipulative at best. But whatâs done is done, and that is beyond the point of this post.
Now that aside...Iâve seen theories floating around that Jim, after being transformed into a half-troll, is now perpetually living his worst fear as shown by his time in the deep.
I disagree.
That thing Jim fought in the Deep? That wasnât troll!Jim yaâll. The design is different.
In fact, interestingly enough, deep!Jim actually looks physically more human than troll!Jim. He lacks horns, his hairstyle is closer to human!Jimâs, and he appears to be about the same height as human!Jim, whereas troll!Jim is significantly taller.
He does possess a few similar traits to troll!Jim, such as pointed ears and enlarged bottom fangs (hard to see both in every screencap but I assure you theyâre both there), but even those arenât quite shaped the same as troll!Jimâs.
Itâs almost as if deep!Jim is somewhere in-between human!Jim and troll!Jim physically.
However, he does have one particular trait that neither human!Jim nor troll!Jim have: slit pupils. This gives him an instantly more threatening and animalistic face, vs. troll!Jim whose eyes are still very human and therefore feel safer, design-wise. Easier to trust.
Deep!Jim communicates in guttural growls and laughs menacingly as he threatens to overcome his foe. Heâs taking pleasure in the violence. The real Jim never does this in either form. Deep!Jim was a brutal, vicious fighting machine, something that the real Jim never wanted to be.
Jimâs greatest fear was not becoming a troll. It was becoming a monster.
And that goes much deeper than physical appearance. At its core, being a âmonsterâ is not about looking scary on the outside--itâs being broken on the inside. Being cruel, vicious, brutal, uncaring.
While the ability to walk in daylight did come in handy here and there, what made Jim a great Trollhunter was not his physical humanity--in fact, other than the daylight thing, that was often a hinderance. It made him smaller, weaker, slower, and generally more vulnerable than most of his enemies. Â
No, what made Jim a great Trollhunter was his human heart. His compassion. His reliance on his friends and ability to make allies. His trust and loyalty and his ability to see outside the box of troll culture/tradition ( standing up to the Trollhunter spirit counsel about the help of his friends, saving Chompski instead of killing him, etc). His values.
He did not loose any of these when he became half-troll.
This is why I donât much like it when people say Jim âgave up his humanityâ. It is technically true in that, yes, physically he is no longer fully human--but wording it that way, to me, makes it sound like he lost his human heart.
He didnât. And in that sense, his humanity--the most important part of it, anyways--is still very much intact.
As Claire stated:
âMaybe you feel like everything has changed...but only the outside stuff. Inside...youâre still you.â
And sheâs right.
At first Jimâs transformation was overwhelming. Heâs already been through a heck of a whole lot over the course of the series, not to mention having to make this choice in the first place and with the ever-manipulative Merlin breathing down his neck, and now heâs suddenly being bombarded with new senses, a new body, new strengths and weaknesses--itâs foreign and itâs scary and thereâs no going back. No fleeing to a more familiar, comfortable state. No crap âit was overwhelmingâ. And for a while he panicked. Good gracious, who wouldnât?
But that doesnât mean heâs doomed to misery forever.
Heâll adjust. Itâll take time, but he can do it. And he wonât be alone either. He has Blinky and Claire, as well as Toby and Aarrrgh and Barbara and Strickler etc. via phone, all of whom have been and Iâm sure will continue to be very supportive.Â
His life is not âruinedâ either. Yeah, he wonât be able to live a normal human life anymore, but letâs face it, with his duties as the Trollhunter he wouldnât really have been able to do that anyways. He was already struggling to balance the two.
School? The trolls had to leave to find a new Heartstone, and as the Trollhunter Jim probably wouldâve had to go with them even if he was still human. And on the flip side, if the trolls had stayed in Arcadia? Arcadians know about trolls now. If Aarrrgh could go to summer school in 3Below, troll!Jim could most certainly have finished his last two years. Sure heâd need some arrangements to get there and back with the sun, but even that could be as simple as bringing an umbrella.Â
Not being able to walk in daylight? Thatâll be frustrating, but there are workarounds. The aforementioned umbrella is one; thereâs also that stone he can put in his amulet that grants sunlight immunity. Annoying, sure. But life-destroying? Nah.
Not being able to eat human food? Heâs only tried the one dish. Just because that one didnât taste good to him anymore doesnât mean no other human food will. Dictatious eats Nanaâs pie, and if I recall correctly I think he also eats some of the Nougat Nummies Toby throws into the Darklands (though to be fair I get the feeling that Dictatious isnât particularly picky lol). Blinky also comments about Tobyâs tacos that he âknows what those things do to the inside of a trollâ, implying that heâs eaten those before.
Yes, his palate has changed; so what? Is it really that big an issue that different things taste good to him now? He can still cook; heâll just have to learn new recipies and do some exploring with what he can and canât eat. Heck, maybe itâll even be fun to experiment with foods and ingredients he never would have used before. Just because heâll be enjoying different foods doesnât mean he wonât be enjoying food, period.
âBut he was upset about these things in Jimhunters!â Yes, when he was already stressed and panicking. You donât think rationally when youâre that stressed. In that state of mind every little thing is blown up, even things that normally wouldnât be a big deal at all. Once everything calms down, things will get better.
tl;dr
Jim is NOT âliving his worst fearâ and his life is not âruinedâ. Yes, he will need to adjust to his new form, but with his friends and family still very much by his side (physically or emotionally), he can still very much lead a happy and fulfilling life as a half-troll.
thank u and goodnight
#trollhunters#tales of arcadia#jim lake jr#troll jim#oof I said I didn't wanna get into discourse in this fandom yet here I am writing stupidly long rambly meta#sorryyyyy I just love my blue troll boi and want to defend him ;_;#*NOT MERLIN tho#please do not mistake this for excusing merlin's actions because it is not#defending troll!jim =/= defending merlin please stop conflating the two
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Tales of Arcadia Fanfic Recommendations - Part 5
Can you believe weâre here again? I certainly canât, five fanfic recommend lists is getting a bit on the silly side and yet here we are! This one started building within 24 hours of the last one and it seems about the right time to chuck it into the wilds for peeps to enjoy.
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
If at all interested in my own writing you can find it here!
General Trollhunters
Falling in the black - Jim had accepted his fate the moment he began pouring out the elixir Merlin made into the bathtub, all that was left now was to go through with it and hope he was doing the right thing.
Night of the CreepSlayerz - Morgana was defeated and the Trollhunter left Arcadia with many of itâs former residents in search of a brand new Heartstone thus the protection of the town fell to those left behind. It is not quiet though, far from it in fact, for in the fallen Market an evil yet stirs with a sirenâs song...
and in the dark i can hear your heartbeat - Itâs a long trip to New Jersey and for the only human not the easiest on her feet, still she has Jim with her. Jilaire fluff.
Champion - Angor ponders over what became of the troll he once was after he was forced into servitude by the Pale Lady.
A Mutually Beneficial Relationship - By chance, Angor Rot meets the Trollhunter Tellad-Urr.
General Wizards
A wizards associate - A lovely little tale of how Archie and Douxie possibly met for the first time. You never know what your kindness might produce.
Saudade - There was always gonna be an After when the Order had been temporarily beaten back and the successor to Merlin was forced to flee to keep Nari safe but this was never going to be an easy thing to bear. Follows multiple characters including stop offs with Jim n Co. and Zoe picking up the pieces of suddenly not being in the same town as her centuries long best friend. Does eventually go Zouxie!
Eye of the Hurricane - A lost moment after arriving at Hex tech, Douxie goes to take a breather and is given the chance to chat to Zoe, freshen up and wonder what on earth theyâre gonna do now Jim has been captured. Zouxie fluff.
A Bit of Simple Magic - Technically before Wizards but since it has a couple mentions directly from Wizards Iâm popping it here. This is shameless Zouxie fluff based on Tenyâs artwork and I am HERE for it.
afterimage - An unusual one. A popular take is that certainly Skrael and Bellroc might have been human before becoming what we know them as now and this is a little bit of dabbling with young Bells who is figuring out they donât appreciate gender nor long hair with the expectations it brings very much.
When You Least Expect - Panic attacks can happen to anybody and if Wizards had anything to say, Douxie has an awful lot of material should one be triggered.
Cantus In Memoriam - Some mercies are gifted like a blessing but to the hands that take it, it's a lie they need more than anything. The Arcane Order has lost, itâs true, but Douxie will take no joy in ending their long vigil.
alight - I may be a tiny bit biased here because thereâs a reference to Ghost!AU but you know what screw it the author is great and deserves the love. Jim wants to go back to his second life, the one he thought would have been forever before he was revived into softer flesh but there is no guarantee he will be the same as he was then. Sometimes the possible comforts are worth the leap of faith it will take to get there.
Jim the Baby-Handed - Jim is home again, human and there is no getting around how things have shifted in his absence. Sometimes however, all you need to do is ask.
Stricklake
Strange Treasures - There is an aftermath to everything, even the Eternal Night and one that leaves Barbara wondering how she stands in it and particularly with regards to a certain changeling adrift himself who had once upon a time tried to kill her son.
The Only Constant - If Walter was offered the chance access his human appearance again after the Eternal Night, would he do it for her despite it would literally be walking into the unknown?
Tumblr Drabbles - He loves Barbara, he truly does, but after everything he had done to the final insult of Angor Rot coming for his own life and in turn threatening her in the process perhaps walking away is for the best. A broken heart in exchange for her life. The second one is an entirely different and is almost innocent Strickmar fluff, almost.
Alternate Universe
Another Dark Prince (Working Title) - Fate can be a strange thing sometimes. Gunmar could have escaped the Darklands far sooner but in lacking the army to go forth with his conquest is relegated to the shadows with his son and the changelings minding them whilst seeking the reopening on the Bridge for the third time. Following this thought further, perhaps a fatal accident could have led to the death of Barbara and a five year old Jim swept into the arms of a troll he would kill in another life on a promise to the deceased to keep him safe. Wouldnât that have been a thing?
Arcane Blight - Another horror fic! There is something rather unsettling going on in Arcadia, one that contains no trolls in the conventional sense but doesnât stop them being here, and the household the Lakes moved into seems to be treated with fear and distrust. That said there is the chance itâs more the location thatâs the issue particularly with a school existing in fear of a certain ginger haired lad...
Mohs Scale - The fantastic Don't Listen to Kafka series got a new update! Sometimes you just want to help out your bestie who is going through very weird changes as his body is slowly becoming less and less human by giving him a pedicure.
Eternal Night - Gunmar was defeated at the Eternal Night but did not die, no he survived blinded and bound in chains by the mercy of the formerly human Trollhunter. Beware, even the presumed subdued still have their teeth.
Amnesia - Jim is in a blue body that cannot be quite right but he doesnât know why, found half drowned by trolls and taking into their care. Cut off from those who might have known his old life and flung into a new strange one without his memories this boy is in for a ride while he tries to piece back together anything that makes sense.
Hope Dies Last - Nari said they would rip his soul to shreds if they caught him during her rescue from the Orderâs stronghold, she spoke a very nearly fatal truth.
Fear of Fears - An AU of an AU in a sense, an alternate take of the fabulous Sunshine series and somewhat darker as the situation that starts far more innocently rapidly spirals out of control when Jim attempts to sneak out for Halloween but even then nobody could have expected the result. Heed the warnings in the tags theyâre there for a reason.
Moirai - There is a danger when you take up the Skathe-HrĂŒn that you may gain the attentions of eyes you would much rather did not and in Claireâs case, it is the notice of the assassin Angor Rot.
He lay dreaming - A follow up in a sense to the above, sometimes on rare occasions Angor by choice or not begins to dream.
The Pursuit of Stone; A Chance Meeting - Another part of the highly recommended The Heart of Janus series that has lore threads spread far and wide, a fine example both of why I adore Sam in his chaotic... Samness and another beat in the story of Otto Scaarbachâs rise to Grand Commandant in that even in the most unlikely places you may still find an ally, a future tool to be ultilised.
The OP in the very second of typing this had a sudden realisation that when the author sees this post will no doubt start laughing for. Itâs for a good reason tho, promise.
The completely unrelated to this fandom fic
hell calls hell - This Overwatch R76 fic is an absolute bruiser of a read set in an alternate universe of royalty and political intrigue that I started reading blind and... Could not stop. The summary simply is A trained assassin sent to kill an emperor and his son encounters more than he bargained for and while true, does not do justice for the sheer amount of world building bursting from every seam being as much part of the plot as the very fabric the entire thing is soaked in.
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đ„ For Claire and Jim?
đ„ - rose petal trail
Claire couldnât help but roll her eyes, laughing a little under her breath, as she arrived at the final destination. With four folded pieces of paper in hand, she walked down the pathway of red, pink, and purple rose petals that led away from the paved sidewalk.
She honestly didnât know what to expect from Jim here. Heâd always been a bit of a romantic, even if he didnât have much experience outside of her (though, she couldnât exactly talk either), but a scavenger hunt? On Valentineâs Day? With all these cheesy love poems and even a rose petal trail? It was a little much, even for him.
That isnât to say Claire hasnât enjoyed herself. Sheâs having a blast. But sheâs just a little suspicious of what his play is.
She finds her half-troll standing in a small garden in the park heâd led her to, a ways away from any prying eyes. Thereâs a blanket and a basket just behind him, but she only gives the items the barest glimpse before she meets the eyes of her boyfriend of four years.
When he noticed her, his eyes lit up in the most adorable way and Claireâs breath caught in her throat, a loving smile pulling at her painted lips. As she approached, his huge grin stayed present, but his eyes softened in the most loving way. âHey, Claire-Bear.â
Claire snorts and rolls her eyes again. âHey, you big oaf. Whatâs all this, huh?â
âI thought weâd have a nice dinner under the air pollution tonight,â he said and after glancing up to see approximately ten stars and a third of the nearly-full moon in New Jerseyâs night sky, they shared a short laugh.
âWell, this is nice and all,â Claire said as she took his hand and settled into the blanket. âBut was the poem hunt all that necessary? You couldâve just told me to meet you here.â
âWhat, and not let you know how much I love you in the cheesiest way possible?â He looked almost offended at the idea. âWhat kind of embarrassing boyfriend do you think I am? Itâs Valentineâs Day, love.â
âOh, my mistake.â She gently pushed shoved him with her shoulder before reaching out and grabbing the basket. She slid it towards the two of them and opened it, all while asking, âWhatâs on the menu tonight, Chef Jim?â
âFor the pretty sorceress, we have a classic garlic butter steak, some Merlin-approved scalloped potatoes, and a few slices of cheese garlic bread,â Jim listed, looking quite proud of himself. âAnd for the troll, we have all the remaining cutlery used to make the ladyâs dish.â
Claire laughed again. âIf you keep eating the utensils you need to cook, you wonât have anything to work with anymore!â
âWhat am I supposed to do, eat scrap like the rest of the trolls? I have standards, Claire!â
She only shakes her head as she reaches down to pull the tupperware out. Each container still feels warm, so he mustâve only just gotten here after finishing the meal. âHowâd you time this so well?â
âA half-troll has his ways...â Jim said cryptically, but she could see right through him.
âYou had Merlin cast one of his spying spells on me, didnât you?â The way he tensed and held his breath was all the answer she needed.
âTh-Thatâs neither here nor there. Here, lemme plate it for you!â
Claire only laughed again as she let her boyfriend take the tupperware from her and neatly place everything onto the single plate that heâd had in the basket. As he did, her eyes landed on the small, wrapped box that lay half-covered by napkins in the corner of the basket. It was really tiny, probably only a few inches wide and long. It kinda looked like aâ âAw, what?â she said and reached for it. âYou didnât have to do this romantic picnic and get me a presentââ
âAhh, wait!â Jim gently pulled the box from her hands as she lifted it out, holding her plate in his other hand. âThatâs for after dinner, yeah? Letâs justâenjoy our meals and each other first. Then this.â He gave it a little shake and slide it into his pants pocket.
Claire pouted. âWell now I just wanna know whatâs in it.â
Jim laughed and handed her her meal. It looked and smelled absolutely incredible. âJust be patient. I promise you itâll be worth the wait.â
âFine!â Claire sighed dramatically before smiling warmly and leaning into his side. He wrapped an arm around her as she stared fondly down at her dinner. They sat in silence for a few moments, soaking in the warmth of each otherâs company. Then, Claire said, âBut the answerâs âyesâ.â
Jim tensed for a moment, before relaxing and letting out a choked laugh. He squeezed her closer to him and Claire let out a contented sigh, feeling a little choked up herself.
âWell,â Jim said, voice wavering with unshed tears, pulling away just the smallest bit so they both could move. âWe better get eating, yeah?â
Claire nodded once, happy and so in love it hurt. âYeah. Letâs!â
#hope you liked it rex!#i had a blast writing it#tales of arcadia#toa#jlaire#jim lake jr#claire nuñez
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Eternal Night Redux: Part 3
Part 1, Part 2Â
AO3
Please reblog if you like!
Claire was starting to regret her half baked plan. The Gumm-Gumms, including several Krubera had arrived and pulled her out of the hanging cage. She was escorted, none too gently, to the Heartstone. Â
She regretted not taking longer to do a character study of Jim's mom. How timid should she be, how fierce? Fortunately none of the Trolls knew Barbara and Claire was an amazing actress. She wanted to make that her career after all.Â
The only time she let her mask slip was when she caught sight of Angor Rot. Fear and rage in equal portions crossed her face when she saw him casually leaning against the wall of the Heartstone with his arms crossed.Â
The assassin had killed Aaarrrgghh. Almost killed Jim, and pushed him into the Darklands. He had killed Draal. She wanted to hate him. She wanted to hate how comfortable he appeared with this whole situation. But she now knew what it was like to be controlled. To have no choice but to hurt the people you care about.Â
She started as the assassinâs golden eye swept over her. Had she been too obvious? Did he recognize her? However he merely pushed himself off the chamber and moved to escort her into the Heartstone.Â
âIâm surprised you recognize me.â Angor growled. âYour memory would have been changed by the removal of the changelingâs binding spell.â
Claire stared at him defiantly. âJim told me all about you.â
A strange chuckle echoed from Angor. âDid he now.â
Before she could process that she entered into the lower chamber of the Heartstone. Suddenly breathing was a struggle. Angor came in behind her and steadied her as he pushed her forward. In front of her was Gunmar. The Skullcrusher. She had seen the Gumm-Gumm king only from a distance. But she had seen Jim fight him, in the Darklands. She had heard about his cruelties toward her boyfriend while he was trapped there. Her throat felt tight.Â
âBarbara!â Walter tried to push forward but was stopped by Gunmar.Â
âWalter!â Claire said. She tried to say it the same way Barbara had earlier.Â
Gunmar stood in front of her. He towered over her. Claire couldnât help but swallow in fear. She needed to get to Mr. Strickler to get him out of here. She prayed silently that her boys were ready to fight. She focused on Jim, as she tried to put all her fear into the Shadow Staff.Â
âNow Impure! Release your Queen! Or I will peel the skin from your fleshbag pet.â Gunmar said and pushed Strickler forward.Â
Claire saw for the first time what Strickler was standing in front of. The crystal hanging from the ceiling. The form frozen in place there. She held her head as the image of a pair of golden eyes flashed through her mind. Morgana. She had never wanted to be this close to the witch after her possession. Angor grunted next to her and watched her closely.Â
Strickler turned away and walked to the emerald topped staff. âIâm sorry Barbara. Forgive me.â
Claire realized she had only a moment to act. âWait Mr. Strickler!â
He turned to face her. Confusion on his face. Then his face changed with understanding and he glanced and saw the staff in Claireâs hand. She extended it and cast a portal straight up to the ceiling. Within a moment Jim and Toby jumped through the portal, their armor in place and their weapons in hand.Â
Jim went straight for Gunmar swinging his blade wide pushing the Gumm-Gumm back away from Strickler and Claire. Tobyâs hammer crashed into another troll and sent it flying backwards. Strickler immediately transformed and joined Jim in attacking Gunmar. Claire extended her Shadow Staff and struck Usurna across the face.Â
âWhere is Barbara?âStrickler shouted as he hurled another handful of knives at Gunmarâs side. His fight style was cramped in these tight quarters. Claire could tell he wanted to put his wings to use.Â
âSheâs safe!â Jim shouted as he spun and hurled his glaives at Gunmar before using his shield to block a strike from the Decimaar blade. âWe need to get out of these tight quarters!â
âAll you had to do was ask Jimbo!â Toby swung his hammer wide as he spoke. Then he brought the hammer forward and used its weight to charge forward. Claire followed close behind him and Strickler then Jim were right behind her.Â
âI have never thought I would be so happy to see you Young Atlas.â Strickler said as they made their way back into the prime Heartstone Chamber. âThough I must admit this is one of your more foolhardy plans.â
Jim merely grunted in pain as Gunmarâs blow drove him to his knees. He quickly rolled out of the way of a second blow though that put Gunmar in between him and his friends. Claire cast a portal behind him and pulled him through. They all ran from the Heartstone, Strickler and Toby immediately taking to the air as Claire and Jim fought through the crowd. Daylight and Shadow Staff created a spinning dance together knocking Gumm-Gumms flying and turning them to stone. Still more came.Â
âToby!â Jim shouted. âGo to where we met ChompskyâÂ
Toby nodded and shot off towards the center of Trollmarket, Strickler flying right behind him. Claire grabbed Jim around the waist and fired a portal in front of them.Â
âShall we?â She asked as she pulled him through.Â
They immerged in Bagdwellaâs shop. Toby and Strickler arrived a few seconds later. They could hear the sound of Gumm-Gumms running past the shop and the distant sound of Gunmarâs roared orders.Â
âWe canât hide here long.â Toby whispered. âItâs only a matter of time before they find us.â
âLetâs get back to the surface. Iâll portal us to my house and we can regroup.â
âNo.â Jim whispered then repeatedly more firmly. âNo. Gunmar has everything he needs to free Morgana. He has his army, and he has the staff. All he needs is someone with human hands who can speak the incantation.â
âOk?â Toby said. âAll the more reason to high tail it out of here!â
âDo you think leaving will stop Gunmar?â Jim asked quietly. Everyone else was so silent they could hear the distant sound of tromping boots. âIt will only be a matter of time before he finds another way around the fail safe. Maybe another changeling, maybe a human who can be taught the words.â
âSo what are you thinking Young Atlas?â Strickler put his hand on his studentâs shoulder.Â
âWe canât trust Merlin right now, heâs got some kind of messed up plan. So that means we need time to figure out a plan of our own. Right now there are only four people who have human hands and who can speak Trollish.â
âMr. S is one.â
âMs. Nomura is another.â
âAnd then Claire and myself.â Jim said. Claire gasped. In the heat of the moment she quite forgot that NotEnrique had taught her to read and speak Troll. And Jimâs amulet could translate the text for him. âWhat we need right now is to stall Gunmar. Give him something to occupy his time so he wonât think about storming the surface at night and killing or kidnapping humans.â
Claire realized in a moment what he was suggesting. âJim. Absolutely not. There has to be another way.â
âListen. I survived two weeks in the Darklands. I survived Gunmarâs tortures. He wonât kill me till I release Morgana. I can do this. I can buy us time.â
âJim no. I canât stand to have you have to live through that again.â
âCome on Jimbo, if we need to stall him we can all stay.â
Jim growled out his frustration pressing his fists to his forehead. Finally he turned to Strickler. âWould you have released Morgana to save my momâs life?â
âYes.â There was no hesitation or uncertainty in his voice. Jim turned back to Claire and Toby.Â
âI would do the same for you. I went into the Darklands by myself because I couldnât stand the thought of either of you dying. If Gunmar threatens either of your lives, I would absolutely let the rest of the world burn to protect you.â Jim hesitated before putting his hands on their cheeks. âI love you. Both of you. As long as you are both safe. Gunmar wonât be able to make me crack. No matter what he does to me.â
Claire had tears running down her face and so did Toby. Even Strickler had a shine to his eyes. Claire threw her arms around Jimâs shoulders. Toby was only a second behind her. Jim held them both close, praying to whatever gods there might be that this would not be the last time he saw the two of them.Â
âIâd hate to break this up, but if this is our plan we must act quickly.â Strickler said softly.Â
Claire angrily dashed tears from her eyes before she extended her staff and cast a portal. Toby hugged Jim extra tightly before grabbing his hammer and running through the portal. Jim held Stricklerâs gaze for a moment longer. There was an unspoken conversation there. âProtect them.â Jim thought. Strickler nodded and ducked into the portal as well.Â
âJames Lake.â Claire said. She kissed him for a moment then let him pull away. âGive them hell.â
âGoodbye Claire. Donât come back for me. I canât risk you or Toby getting captured.â Jim pulled Daylight from his back. âI love you.â
Then he turned and dashed away. Claire could hear him shouting in Trollish and could hear the rush of Gumm-Gumms after him. She wanted to scream her frustration at the world and everything that had happened. Instead she ducked into the portal, leaving her boyfriend to fend for himself in a Trollmarket filled with evil trolls.
#claire nunez#jim lake junior#walter strickler#angor rot#toby domzalski#gunmar the black#Trollhunters#tales of arcadia#emerald's drabble#Eternal night redux
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