#loved this ask omg

[troublesometrollhunters]

Halloween! Reader is a spirit inhabiting a cursed sword! It's a powerful magical weapon, but cursed to be bound to the wielder 'till their death. Reader's just this snarky demon-spirit-ghost sword made to help the gang, but at the price of forcing them to tolerate reader. Kinda like a genie situation, 'cept the genie is tempting them to the dark side (at least at first)

You were a curse. You knew this but whoever made you hadn't really set rules so you decided what you wanted to do and who you wanted to be. Over the melliena after they'd past you had changed and grown.

You mirrored the image of whoever held your sword and helped them on their quests until the day they felled. Whatever species they were you copied. If you disliked your owner you'd push them closer to death and make your weapon be the end of them but if you cared for them and they earned your trust they have luck for their entire life and a weapon that would never fail them.

Your current master was mean. He'd slain your old master but he was also smart. You were bound to his will by magic and although you tried to hurt him you could not...

One day your current sword owner foolishly clashed you against Daylight when fighting the trollhunter. It was his last mistake as The Hunters sword shattered you and left him defenseless. Knowing you'd die from being carelessly broken all you can is smile knowing you took some evil out with you.

You should fade but instead you feel different almost weightless and then everything goes black.

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"For the Glory of Merlin Daylight is mine to command!" You wake up with a flash of blue light. Your old owner is gone and your original home destroyed but looking up at a group of shocked trolls and teens you have a feeling your adventure is far from over.

"ANOTHER HUMAN?" A six eyed troll demands. You blink and turn staring at the group before observing your hands. You were alive? You were human?

Looking up in shock you see the person who felled your master. Did he inherit you? But you felt yourself shatter. Your original home was gone. The sword that held you destroyed. Were you free?

Tilting your head staring at your hands you felt much lighter but you almost looked different. Your usual faint glow was now tonted blue. Daylight lit up and you realized what'd happened. You weren't free simply under new ownership...

When the Hunter destroyed your sword your spell had traveled to his. You were now linked to the Daylight sword. Lost in thought you snap out of it when they begin yelling.

"Must be a changeling kill it!" Another troll screams before charging. Putting your arms up flinching on reflex he passes right through you. You see him growl and he begins bickering with the other trolls but your too disoriented to listen.

You couldn't leave but you didn't feel safe here. Perhaps you could disappear into the sword for awhile and come back when Jim was alone? Shifting nervously unsure of what to do your aura glows a light blue brightening Jim's sword. He stares at it than you curious.

"Great Gorgons." One of the trolls speaks looking at you amazed. Everyone had stopped and was staring at you now. A ghost! How intresting.

"... Wait I've seen them before! Jim! Jim that's the troll who was helping the other guy! Remember my warhammer passed through them and when you smashed the other troll they disappeared!" A tubby human says. You blink realizing he's right. You had fought them as your old master made you. But now you were bound to Jim. Now you could be good again.

"They are a curse Master Jim. It appears when you shattered their blade they transferred to you. I'm sure we could get rid of them easily." Eyes widening you shake your head panicked.

"No please!" You beg. The others look distrustful but Jim pauses looking you up and down. Humming softly he steps forward.

"... I'm Jim. Do... do you have a name?" Blinking you think. You didn't have a true name but you could name yourself.

"... (Y/N). Call me (Y/N) Blade." You respond smiling. Jim smiles back and you feel warm. He was a good owner.

"Well (Y/N) welcome to the Trollhunter team."