#tales of Arcadia x reader

[carlandoxlestappen]

My Jim | Jim Lake Jr.

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I think this is the longest thing I’ve ever written.

But also, I’m sorry for completely disappearing. I’m trying to get my mojo back and I rewatched Trollhinters and remembered how much I love Jim Lake Jr.

“Where is Jim?” Was the first thing Barbra said as she ran into her home along with Toby, Strickler, Claire and Y/n, only to find her living room looking completely trashed with only Merlin standing in it.

No sign of Jim in sight.

“Finally becoming a true Trollhunter.“ The wizard answered firmly.

“You’d never.” Strickler said warningly, but it was too late.

They heard a thump from the bathroom upstairs, the group immediately ran up the stairs. “Jim!” Y/n gasped in realization.

“Jim! Are you in there?” Barbra yelled worryingly as she knocked on the door harshly.

“Jim please, just open the door!” Y/n shouted, pounding at the wooden door. “We will figure this out together just come out please!” She had tears in her eyes as she called for him, getting a sense of Deja vu of when he decided to go into the Darklands, all by himself.

“Jim! They’ve freed Morgana!” Claire said, standing by her best friend’s side as she hit the door. Y/n was staring worriedly as Claire pulled her back, allowing Strickler space as he began to ram his shoulder into the door at a desperate attempt to get to Jim before it was too late. Finally after a few tries, the door gave in and was flung open as they all rushed in but…there was no Jim. There was an empty jar on the floor and some sort of black matter spread in the water of the bathtub, but it was disappearing.

“Jim? Jim? Jim!” Barbra called repeatedly, staring at the black matter as it slowly dissipated. Strickler bent down and grabbed the jar on the floor, looking at it cautiously as they all watched, Claire, Toby and Y/n standing by the door frame helplessly. The girl watched in despair as Claire placed a hand on her shoulder. “What’s happened to my son? Where is my son?” The woman asked him frantically while he just stared at the jar with wide eyes, causing Claire to cover her mouth with her free hand as Toby stared in shock and a tear dropped from Y/n’s eye.

She quickly turned around, hiding her face in Claire’s shoulder.

———-

It was the middle of the night. Y/n had fallen asleep, curled up on Barbara’s couch. They were both distraught after what happened as they waited for Jim to come back, and she decided it would be best to allow her to stay over, so she could be with her. Barbra was standing in the kitchen, watching the poor girl as she sipped on her tea before suddenly the door swung open, the glass of it shattering.

“Jim! Are you okay?” She said as she quickly ran to the front door, the girl on the couch jumping awake at the sound of her boyfriend’s name. She heard a grunt and a thump as she stumbled up, tripping over the blanket Barbara had kindly draped over her before running to the door.

“What’s going on? Is Jim-“ Y/n started to ask, but as soon as she rounded the couch, she gasped at the sight in front of her.

———-

Claire, Toby and Y/n flinched at the argument between Merlin and Barbara, the sounds of their voices and glass shattering traveling from the kitchen to the living room. “‘Promise’? ‘Promise’? You promised to help Jim!”

“Um, guys? He’s waking up!” Claire called to the others as the three teenagers watched anxiously, Y/n’s eyes wide as she watched her boyfriend stir on the couch where she had been sleeping a few hours ago. Blinky walked in, making Toby and Claire part so he could get a closer look as she moved towards her best friend, once again reaching for her shoulder. Claire truly had no idea how to help or comfort her in this situation. She knew how to comfort a friend if a boyfriend broke up with her. But a friend whose boyfriend turned into a troll? That was way out of her league. Jim grunted as he turned to lay on his back before his eyes flew open.

There he is. Y/n thought in relief, Jim’s bright blue eyes which she adored so much looking around then focusing on Blinky.

“Great grumbly Gruesome.” The troll muttered in shock as Jim sat up, rubbing his head with a groan.

“Honey? Do you feel okay?” Barbara asked slowly as she sat down next to him, touching his arm gently.

“He’s fine!” Merlin answered from the kitchen.

“We’re not asking you!” Blinky said in annoyance as Y/n turned around, giving the wizard a glare.

“One more word from you and Morgana won’t have a wizard to kill.” The girl grumbled harshly before turning back to the couch.

“I-I’m fine.” Jim answered softly, a smile on his face as he reached to touch his mom’s forearm but then got startled upon seeing his own hand. Well, his new, blue, four fingered hand. “Ahh! What’s wrong with my hand?” He asked as he stood on the couch

“Nothing’s wrong with your hand.” Claire said quickly. “It’s just a little…meatier.”

“In a good way!” Toby piped in, letting out a nervous chuckle. “It’s like you…leveled up.” He tried to put a positive spin on it.

“Yeah! You’re uh, bigger?” Y/n tried to help, but ended up wincing at her own words instead. Aaarrrgghh walked closer, beginning to sniff Jim with the stronger smelling sense he got when he was resurrected. He pushed his nose closer, his face pressing into Jim’s body before he suddenly moved away.

“No like. No like troll Jim.” Aaarrrgghh said in his broken English as he shook his head with fear showing on his face. He looked at Jim before turning away and quickly walking away from the living room.

“My elixir transformed our Trollhunter to something not quite human, not quite troll.” Merlin explained as Aaarrrgghh peeked back into the living room next to him.

Y/n reached out and grabbed Jim’s hand with both of hers, leading him down from the couch. Her eyes widened as she realized that both her hands barely even covered his new one, she was practically holding onto just his fingers. Jim was looking down at her and when she looked back, it also made both of them notice the new height difference.

“Like a changeling?” Toby asked as he looked to Strickler, who walked over and grabbed Jim’s chin, moving it aside as if to get a better look at him.

“No.” The man said confidently. “Changelings switch from fully troll to fully human. Jim is…neither.” He sighed as Jim stared at him, his face falling with his words. He let out a sound before jumping away, dropping Y/n’s hand as he jumped over the dining table and the counter separating the living room from the kitchen and they all heard the sound of kitchen tools cluttering as they quickly followed him. Y/n walked into the kitchen to see her boyfriend holding the toaster up to his face, using it as a makeshift mirror to observe himself as he made the sound you usually do when the dentist tells you to say ‘ah’ while he looked over his new teeth and most importantly, his much, much bigger canines.

“This isn’t so bad.” Toby said optimistically as the three teenagers walked over to him together. “You know, after a little haircut, we’ll find you some sunglasses, maybe a good dentist, huh?” He held his arms out and let out a nervous chuckle. “I know one. You’ll be right back to normal!”

“I look hideous!” Jim replied. Still staring at the reflection from the toaster. Y/n quickly leaned over, putting her hand on his shoulder and making him turn to look at her.

“You’re not, Jim. You’re really not.” She said, so easily it almost made him believe her, but then she caressed his cheek and he looked down to see that she actually had lean up to reach him, something she never had to do before. Jim smiled back at her softly but he still couldn’t help but look back at his reflection. They ignored the ruckus in the living room, until Jim heard Merlin talk.

“He is now capable of feats we never thought possible.” The old wizard said, making Jim turn to look at him curiously.

“Like what?”

————

After everything that happened last night, with Jim and Aaarrrgghh having a friendly spar and Claire and Jim having a competition of catch the Jim with her shadow staff, the boy never returned. They were all worried sick, and looked for him the whole day, until Barbara called Y/n, who was with Toby and Claire, telling her to go look at the school for him.

“Jim? Jim?” Toby called as they ran in through Claire’s portal. They walked through the locker area, Y/n and Claire looking all around while Toby checked the bathroom. “Jim, you in here?” Y/n and Claire each walked into different classrooms and Y/n immediately noticed a marking on a table, Jim’s table. She walked closer to see that his name had been carved into it.

“Jim?” She wondered quietly into the empty room. She leaned closer and ran her fingers over his name with a sigh as Claire walked in, asking if she found anything. “He must’ve been here.” Y/n sighed, and the girl grabbed her shoulders, turning her around to face her.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to find him and get him back.” Claire said reassuringly, making Y/n nod and take a deep breath before grabbing her hand as they walked out to check on Toby for any progress. “Toby!” Claire called as the two walked into the gym, noticing the boy standing by the bleachers at the other end of the room.

“He’s here!” He yelled, but that was apparently the wrong move because Jim quickly jumped from his spot under the bleacher with a practically animalistic growl, a sound that made Y/n’s eyes widen slightly as she glanced at Claire, her eyes saying everything, that came from Jim? He grabbed onto the latter before quickly moving to the rope and climbing it with ease. As soon as he got to the end he reached for a pole that was held far over their heads and crouched on it.

“Jim wait please!” Y/n shouted frantically as she and Claire ran over.

“Don’t you get it? I’m not Jim anymore. Go away!” He snarled at her before jumping away and through the window.

“He’s going to the roof.” Toby announced as he realized, causing Claire to quickly whip out her staff and conjure up a portal to the roof, but instead of walking through it, she gestured for Y/n to go, also grabbing Toby by the back of his shirt when he tried to walk into it. “You go. He needs you right now, more than us.” She said, ignoring Toby’s grumbling as she encouraged her best friend. Y/n took a deep breath before walking through the portal to the roof,.

“Jim.” She said softly, finally seeing him standing in front her, but as soon as he noticed her, Jim ran to hide behind something. “Please Jim, don’t run away.” She sighed, walking closer as he panted. “Whatever you are…we still love you. I still love you.” She said, making him somewhat perk up as he climbed atop the thing, looking down at her. They both ignored the sound of Claire’s portal opening behind them and Toby’s complaints to get off the roof. “I get it, you’re not Jim anymore. But you’re still someone we all care about.” Toby and Claire walked over, nodding along to her words.

“I can’t fight Gunmar and be the person you want me to be.” Jim said, looking away from them and staring downwards.

“We’re here on this roof for you.” Y/n looked up at him, trying to show her emotions through her eyes.

“Especially me, man. I just let Claire almost strangle me with my own shirt for you. Well, for Y/n too but still!” Toby added, making Claire roll her eyes but she still nodded at Jim encouragingly.

“And i get it, maybe you feel that everything has changed, but only the outside stuff. Inside you’re still you.” Y/n said softly, making Jim look down at them.

“You’re still our Jim.” Claire smiled.

“And we’re better for it. Jimbo.” Toby chimed in as Jim sighed. “Maybe your old life is over but that doesn’t mean we can’t be a part of your new one.”

“We want to be a part of it.” Y/n said and walked closer as Jim finally moved down to the floor. “No matter what you are, or how you look. You’re still my Jim.” She noticed he didnt look very convinced, and decided to make sure he knew her love for him, even if it took hours to explain. Because really, who could put them into words? “Jim who cooks the best steak I’ve ever tasted, Jim who was so nervous about meeting my parents you practically brought a buffet,”

She giggled at the memory, making him chuckle as he remembered how he came to her mother’s event, carrying so many dishes they practically covered his face and blocked his vision. Of course it still went wrong when the amulet started spewing different versions of him, but that’s just the way everything was for them. “Jim who danced with me in the most beautiful spot in Arcadia instead of some lame Mole Mania prom, Jim, my boyfriend. Who i love.”

She slowly reached up, and this time, he leaned down to her as she caressed his cheek, staring at him with a loving smile, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, he thinks. “Jim, who I see my future with.” She said softly, making a smile make It’s way to his face as he reached to take off the hand that was on his cheek, intertwining their fingers instead.

Which once again brought his attention to the new differences, as he saw the way his blue hand held hers, so small and delicate compared to his. As soon as Y/n noticed the speck of doubt on his face, she was quick to interject. “It’s okay.” She reached with her other hand and grabbed his, holding them both between them. “It’s new and it will take some time getting used to, but It’s you. And i love every part of you there is.” She held their hands close to her heart, making tears pool in his eyes.

Suddenly, his mother and Strickler burst through the door to the roof, while Blinky reached it from the other side, with the help of Aaarrrgghh, of course. Y/n smiled at him as she stepped back, allowing them to reach him.

She watched with a smile and glassy eyes as he practically melted into Blinky’s arms once he wrapped him in a warm embrace. Claire walked closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, smiling as Y/n leaned her head on her shoulder.

“I told you we’d get him back.”

[skyzerkarma]

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Tales of Arcadia and Spiderverse

As a fan of tales of Arcadia AND Across the Spiderverse…….my head is filled with thoughts of Douxie, Claire, Krel, Hobie and Gwen being in a band together. Like my heart cannot I’m convulsing and disintegrating at the thought of them all being friends and playing together. THEY WOULD CREATE AMAZING MUSIC I WOULD DEF BE A FAN!! And imagine being their crush or significant other. LIKE THE SONGS THEY WOULD WRITE ABOUT YOU. As a person that’s in love with all these people I am dying and sobbing. That’s it. That’s all I have to say

[thewildsophia]

3Below//Krel Tarron x Depressed!Reader

A/N: Re-watching 3Below has reignited my love for Krel. There also aren't any Krel x depression out there so fuck it ima do it myself. For these headcanons, I imagine the reader to have Major Depressive Disorder as opposed to any other kind of depression bc that's what I have. Enjoy!

TW: S//H, S//I, Adult Language

Another warning will be placed before sections containing the above.

Words: 2485

"Read More Link” placed due to length.

Krel Tarron x S/O w/Major Depressive Disorder

At first, Krel would not understand. That is, he wouldn’t pick up on the fact that you have depression. 

His knowledge of human sociology and behaviors is very limited when he and his sister first land on Earth. However, even after he’s spent months here he still struggles to understand and pick up on social cues. 

So even though you exhibit very obvious signs of depression — i.e. lack of energy/appetite, excessive sleeping, and loss of enjoyment in activities — Krel doesn’t suspect anything inherently wrong with you. He thinks that your personality is just different from your other human counterparts. 

And to be fair, for as long as he’s known you, you’ve always acted this way (because you were depressed-). 

You would definitely have to tell him you’re depressed because otherwise, he would never figure it out. You ended up telling him during a period of lucidity where you didn’t feel too bad and were conscious of his lack of understanding of your behavior. 

As you tell him, Krel stares at you intently, committing everything you're telling him to memory. 

Now he really doesn’t understand. 

This whole time he thought you just have a different temperament from the other humans at your school, but in reality, you were suffering from a serious illness that he had no idea you had.

Tbh, Krel’s not ok for a few days after you tell him. For a brief moment, he’s angry that you didn’t tell him sooner, but he quickly understands why and his anger dissolves into sadness. He feels so terrible about not picking up on the fact that you’re constantly in pain and that he’s done nothing to help you. 

Krel spends the next few days after you told him researching all about depression and other similar mental illnesses. He’s honestly a little fascinated by how many illnesses there are lmao. It’s just that on Akaridia-5, there aren’t illnesses like that, so he’s happy to learn something new (even if it’s not under more favorable conditions). 

Krel has a lot of questions about your flavor of depression for when you’re mentally ready to answer such questions. 

Tbh, he’s a little insensitive with some of his questions, but that’s just because he doesn’t know any better. Correct him (politely) and he’ll make sure to be nicer with his questions. 

Not much changes dynamic-wise; Krel’s still your loving boyfriend, the same way that you’re still his loving significant other. 

He does make it a habit to compliment you every time he sees you. Whether it be a compliment about your looks, your school work, or even something as small as “I’m happy to see you today,” he really tries to boost your confidence in hopes that you feel better about yourself. 

He also tries to be around you more often, both to make sure you’re ok and to show you that he’s there for you. 

Krel becomes better at predicting when you’re about to enter a depressive episode. Having been around you for so long and now knowing what the warning signs are, he’s very good at guessing when you’re entering certain episodes (sometimes even before you know. Scary, huh?)

When you enter depressive episodes, Krel does everything he can to make sure he’s there for you, both physically and mentally. He will hold you close to him with all four of his arms while he listens carefully to what is troubling you. 

Krel still doesn’t quite understand the emotions involved in depression. Like many other people, he believed that it was just constant sadness, but the more he read and spoke with you about the matter, the more complex it all became. Sadness, despair, emptiness, fear, anger, jealousy, all emotions that he’s never really felt in full. Not to mention other even more nuanced emotions such as paranoia and shame that he’s actually never felt at all. 

Krel is also very good at helping you through mood swings. He’s come to understand that all humans fluctuate between many different emotions, sometimes in a short period of time. He knows when you want him close to you and knows when you want space. 

If you are someone who is very mature with how you explain how you’re feeling, -- like telling someone you’re mad at them, why you’re mad, and that you want space to cool off/talk with them about it -- Krel has an easier time responding to you. He’s much less likely to misinterpret your feelings and what you want. 

Krel actually learned how to vocalize his own emotions from you whenever he’s distressed or upset which definitely opened you two up for a much more healthy form of communication.

He just struggles with emotions in general, but he makes the effort to understand for you :)

TW: S//H, S//I

If Krel ever gets even a hint that you’re hurting yourself, his mental walls would fall and he’d collapse in on himself.

If there is someone who is threatening or hurting you, he, his sister, and Varvatos can easily get rid of them. If you are sick, he can help treat you until you are better. Even if you do something as small as scraping your knee, he can be there to put a bandage over it.

But yourself? He can’t protect you from yourself. He doesn’t know what to do and that scares him so much.

After what happened with his parents, he is very grateful for the lives of those he loves as he understands just how easily they can be taken away from him. He is afraid that one day you will be gone and all that will remain is him.

Krel would have found out about your self-harm either on his own or someone tipping him off about it. You just didn’t have it in you to tell him yourself. 

Krel then begins to really try and learn human medicine. He would spend hours reading medical articles, watching first-aid videos, and taking copious notes about everything he learns, even if it grosses him out a bit (organic organisms were never really something he was interested in before).

He tries to come up with other things you can do when you feel like hurting yourself; Drawing/coloring, writing, reading, playing games, anything that will distract you. He’s always sending you ideas especially when he’s not with you and knows how you’re feeling. 

And to both of your credits, your self-harm does lessen in both severity and quantity. But unfortunately, it doesn’t always help since old habits die hard.

Krel is there in an instant to help you when you relapse assuming you tell him you need help. Even if you decide not to tell him immediately and care for yourself that day/night, Krel almost always finds out sometime after and worries over you about it. 

His hours spent learning first aid pay off when goes to treat your wounds; Cuts, burns, bruises, bites, you’re convinced that Krel can treat any minor injury. And you’re grateful for that. 

Krel is thorough about disinfecting any open wounds with hydrogen peroxide or Neosporin over burns and is incredibly gentle when wrapping them in gauze. He likes to check on them every few days as well to make sure they’re healing correctly.

He holds you close to him afterward -- all four arms wrapped around you and face pressed into your neck/shoulder -- and begs you not to leave him. At first, you’re confused thinking he meant, like, break up with him. It isn’t until you give it more thought that you realize that he doesn’t want to leave him through death.

If you ever express feelings of guilt -- whether verbal or through body language -- Krel quickly dismisses them from your mind by telling you how he wants to help you and how much he loves you. That he wouldn’t bother doing all of this if he didn’t see anything of substance in you.

If you ever express a desire to die, -- whether through suicide or some freak accident -- Krel will look cool on the outside but on the inside, he will be panicking. As hard as he may try, Krel could never understand why you want to die. 

Even if you explain it to Krel -- Everyone and everything that troubles you and the awful guilt you constantly feel by just being alive -- he believes that there is always a reasonable and achievable solution to your problems. It’s not that he’s trying to downplay your problems or your emotions, he’s just naturally more of a rational thinker even under stress.

But even though he doesn’t understand the emotions themselves, he does understand that human emotions can elicit other undesirable responses and thoughts.

Krel will constantly tell you how much he loves you and that he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if you were dead. 

He does what he can to push those thoughts from your head.

As written earlier, Krel likes to spend time with you in person. Not just because he loves you sm but also because it makes it easier to keep an eye on you and intervene when necessary.

Def says something along the lines of, “I’m happy you’re alive.” And the first time he said that you cried so hard he thought he insulted you lmao. You had to explain to him that you weren’t insulted but relieved and overjoyed. 

Krel is not the most emotionally intelligent person out there, but he tries to be and is willing to understand them for you.

When you had shown up at school with a busted lip, bloody and bruised knuckles, and a dull gash on your cheek, Krel freaked the fuck out. The moment he spotted you walking to your locker from his own locker he was all over you. 

“What happened?” Krel cried while gently taking your face into one of his hands while the other went to grab your hand.

“It’s nothing,” You mutter, pulling your face out of his grasp and taking a step back. Krel scoffed, looking almost offended while saying,

“Nothing? Nothing did that to you?”

“I just-” You start, raising your hands up in defense before dropping them at your sides, “I got in a fight with Steve. It was over something stupid. We’ve known each other for most of our lives; I just worry about him.” You cross your arms to hold onto yourself and look anywhere Krel isn’t. Krel moved his head so that it was in your line of vision, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

“I take it you don’t want to talk about it?” He asked. You nod ‘yes,’ and Krel frowns.

“I won’t push you then, but I really want to get you treated,” He says, taking a step closer to you. You stay where you are and allow him to hold your hands.

“Later, I’ll be fine for now,” You say while bringing up one of his hands to kiss the top of it, “You can have Aja or even Mother patch me up after school.”

Krel looks at your knuckle hesitantly before agreeing, trusting that you truly would be fine until after the school day.

The moment the last bell rang he made a beeline to find you and ran you to his house as quickly as possible. The two of you were the only ones home when you got there, so Krel wasted no time in having one of the blanks retrieve a first aid kit. Once given to him, Krel attempts to treat your injuries but fails pretty miserably. 

You end up showing him how to clean and wrap different kinds of cuts and bruises. It’s when you’re in the middle of cleaning your knuckles in the sink that Krel says something that makes your stomach drop.

“Mother, can you scan Y/N for any more injuries, please?”

“Wha-Mother! You don’t have to do that!” You shout panicked and covered your arms in a vain attempt to conceal your other injuries. 

“Numerous other injuries found upon Y/N in the upper arm, forearm, and thigh regions. Approximately 27 cuts to the epidermis and 3, 1st-degree burns found.”

“What!?” Krel turned around so fast to face you, you swear you saw his electric blue hair whip from the air, “Where?! I demand you show me!”

“No!” You cry back panicked, hands gripping the side of the sink behind you. Krel scowls and grows before shouting, 

“Mother, show me a hologram of where the injuries are on Y/N!” 

“My King-in-waiting, It would seem that I have breached a highly sensitive topic on behalf of Y/N. I believe it best that they discuss it with you themself.” Mother responds. Krel sighs, his upper right hand running through his hair.

“Y/N,” He starts, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m really worried.” He carefully walks over to you but leaves a foot of space between the two of you.

“Will you please show me where you’re hurt?” He asks quietly. Your eyes begin to burn with tears and your mouth opens to explain yourself before shutting quickly with a ‘clank’ of your teeth. Unable to speak, you place your hands into his lower ones, palms up, and nod your head. Gently, Krel’s other hands push your long sleeves higher up your arms, and he’s baffled at the numerous cuts he sees littering your arms. There were many different colors, thicknesses, lengths, and stages of healing -- some were a day old while others were weeks old. He ran his thumb over one of the older ones.

“Wha…” Krel stutters, eyes dancing over your arms, “What are these? What-Who did this?” His eyes flicker up to yours. 

Your jaw twitches -- wanting to speak but unable to -- and you pull one of your hands away from his to point to yourself. Krel’s eyebrows furrow.

“I-I don’t understand,” He whispers, his own eyes beginning to water, “I want to understand.” 

“I did this,” You mumble out, pulling your other hand away from his, “I am…ashamed.” Tears begin to fall and you scrub gently at your eyes to dry them.

“You-You did this?” Krel asks, confused and stunned, “You willingly hurt yourself? Why?”

You heave out a few breaths trying to figure out how to relay your emotions to him. While difficult to say, you manage to squeeze out three words.

“I hate-” You stammer, “I hate myself.” 

And Krel is immediately embracing you.

“I love you,” He says, cupping your face in his upper hands and staring into your eyes with his other two around your waist, “I love you so much. Please don’t ever say you hate yourself.”

Gently, he kisses your forehead, your cheek, and then your lips.

The two of you are left a sobbing mess of tender skin and emotion in the kitchen for Varvatos and Aja to find later when they arrive home.

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  Whilst in the depths of the Heroes Forge armory, you and your friends come across a peculiar sword that has a mind of its own.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: None, allusions to Jim x Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k

“Vendel really needs to get on organizing all this shit,” you called back to Blinky. Currently you were halfway stuck between a fallen broadsword and a chest of daggers the size of your face. You could barely hold the heavy blade up, as it was just an inch taller than yourself, and you felt the chest dig further into your back as a nervous squeak passed your lips.

A second later you were rescued, Arrgh lifting the sword like a twig and offering you a smile. You sighed, wiping your hair from your eyes. “Thanks, buddy.”

“You’re welcome,” he nodded.

Blinky appeared at your side, watching as not farther off, Toby struggled to pick up a large warhammer. “Hmm. Yes. I’ll bring it to his attention.”

The pair of you grimaced as a loud clatter came from further into the storage, followed by Jim’s cried out, “I’m fine!”

You let out a small laugh. The Heroes Forge really needed some work. After that last encounter with Bular, Jim decided his friends needed to be able to defend themselves too, which brought you, Claire, and Toby here, into the depths of the Trollmarket armory. 

So far, everything was so... troll sized. If only every sword magically readjusted to its wielder’s height (but not every sword was Daylight). 

You pass down the halls of the armory in a patient stride, trying to find something small enough to actually lift, when a glint from the darkness caught your eye. Pausing, you turned. There weren’t any lanterns or torches lighting the way, but down this hall, you saw a subtle red glow.

Obviously, you went to check it out. “Hey guys?”

Jim was at your shoulder in an instant, somehow, probably some secret power that amulet gave him (honestly, it was annoying that Merlin couldn’t have made a spare that you could conveniently happen upon one day).

“What is that?” he wondered aloud as you both came to stop before the dusty wooden table at the end of the path. Shields and broken blades laid forgotten on the floor, shoved aside by heroes past. A gnome skeleton sat haunting against the corner, hollow eyes sending shivers down your spine.

No one had been down this hallway in a long, long time.

Atop the table lay a shimmering silver cutlass, the blade so stark against the gloomy doom hanging in the air.

“Great Gronka Morka,” a voice sighed behind you. Blinky rushed forth, hands hovering over the weapon, before he stepped back like he was scared to be near it. “We must be very deep in the armory... very deep indeed.”

You, by your nature, stepped up to it, not understanding his hesitation. “What is it?”

All six of Blinky’s eyes zeroed in on you. “Only the most dangerous piece of equipment in this aged place...”

You turned to side eye Jim, brows raised, before you humored Blinky and motioned him on with a hand. “Okay... So what’s up with it?”

Blinky stuck out two arms and guided you away from the sword. Claire, Toby, and Arrgh emerged from the dark, curious eyes taking in the weapon.

“That,” said Blinky, all so serious. “Is the long sought after War Starter... the Coveted Cutlass... the Bane of Arthur--”

“Speed it up. Please.”

“That,” he continued. “Is Mordred’s Dagger.”

Crickets would have fit nicely in the silence, you thought, leaning away from his raised arms like he were telling some kind of ghost story. You pushed his hands down, nodding. “Dagger? That’s a sword, buddy.”

“To you humans, yes.” Blinky once again hovered his two right palms over the weapon. “But to us trolls? A toothpick.”

You just stared at the blade again, quirking a brow. “War Starter, huh? Looks harmless to me.”

“How dorste thou so?”

The sword’s hilt burned a golden light, a deep and foreign voice erupting form the dark. Every one of you jerked back. Jim quick changed faster than Barbie as his armor donned him. Daylight appearing in his hands.

You leaned forward in the following silence, only to jump again when the sword glowed off and on as it seemed to cough hoarsely.

“Seyeth som reward to youre eldre men!” The sword continued to clear its throat (?) whilst the lot of you stood in silence.

You were the first to break it. “You... can talk?”

The sword scoffed. “Of course I kan! Whethir ye han nevere come a blessid blade?”

You raised a hand and blinked dumbly. “Slow down, my guy. Too many words.”

“Hmm,” the sword grunted, seeming to think. “Is... Can ye... understand this?”

Before you could answer, Blinky pulled you back. “Stay back. We don’t know its motivations.”

You just crossed your arms at him. “It? Come on, Blink, we talked about this. Don’t assume. The sword can talk, so the sword can think.” You turned your attention to the sword. “Sword, uhm, do you mind being called it?”

The quiet that followed wasn’t exactly comforting, but the edge of the blade still glittered a dim gold that must have meant the sword was pondering. “I... Well, no one hath ever called me but that.”

“Is that was you want to be called?”

The sword again hesitated, whilst Toby eyed you weirdly. It was a sword, for crying out loud, and he didn’t understand why you were asking. He nudged Jim with the intention of sharing a little laugh with him, only to find Jim watching you with something lovestruck in his eyes. 

Toby glanced at Claire, finding not a hint of mirth in her eyes as she too seemed to wait for the sword’s response. So he dropped it, suddenly also wanting to know if this sword had a preference on pronouns. He paused. That was a thought he’d never, even after everything, thought he’d have. 

“I prefer to be referred to as male,” the sword decided after another few moments.

Blinky pursed his lips and sighed. “Stay away from him.”

“Thank you, troll.”

“Don’t thank me, King Killer.” Blinky eyed the sword warily. “Do not be fooled, friends. That weapon has toppled kingdoms.”

You cast the sword a glance. “Have you?”

“On occasion, aye.”

Oh. That complicated things. “Are you evil?”

“I’m only what my wielder has me be.” The sword sighed. “Lord Mordred was... unkind.”

You looked back at Jim with sorry eyes, feeling your sympathy rise as your friend came to stand at your shoulder again. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Blinky was getting antsy, his eyes flickering this way and that. “I do think its time we return to the Forge, don’t you Arrgh?”

“Yes. Time to go.”

“Oh,” said Sword. “I understand.”

You grabbed onto Blinky’s cold stone arm then, and suddenly your usual sass was drained from your face, and all that was left was your vulnerability. “Come on, Blink. We can’t leave him. I bet he’s lonely back here.”

“I am rather lonesome.”

Blinky took you gently by the arms, eyes imploring you to understand. “He is deceiving you, Y/N. Mordred could not have lifted that hilt if the sword had not chosen him. That is what makes him dangerous! No one can lift that sword unless he decides they are worthy.”

“You really think a sword so picky?” 

Again, all eyes fell on the sword. “Truly, I only thought Lord Mordred to be a skillful swordsman. That is all I use to differ those who dare to attempt my hilt. He’d trained since birth. How was I to know he’d use me to kill his father?”

Sword went silent, his words trailing off. “How... how was I to know he’d be so cruel?”

The crack in Sword’s voice sent you over the edge, your eyes boring into Jim, as if he could somehow convince Blinky to change his mind. It wasn’t likely. Blinky was stubborn, but so were you.

Jim just stared back at you, something in him softening for the sword. “Maybe you should start judging people on more than their sword skills.”

“Indeed.”

“Please,” Blinky begged. The rasp in his voice caught you off guard, and now you listened to him with a newfound transparency. “I beg you... both of you. Walk away. I’ve seen what this sword can do of his own accord.”

Claire inched forward, wrapping her hand around your elbow to catch you attention. “Maybe we should go. Blinky could be right. What if he’s tricking us?”

“But I...” Your words fell short, and you found yourself staring at Sword. His hilt gleamed yet his blade looked dulled by age... or perhaps by use. You shuddered despite the warm humidity of the armory.

“Come on,” Claire said softly, tugging you with her as Blinky and Arrgh turned back. Toby eyed you and Sword sorrily, before following after them. Claire gave up, rubbing your shoulder as she left you and Jim alone. 

In the quiet only disturbed by the dewy drops of water somewhere far off and the receding steps of your friends, you stared at that sword. 

“Are you lonely?”

“Dreadfully... Goodbye, my liege.”

Jim took your hand, fleetingly, before squeezing it and letting go. “Come on.”

He turned as well, but you remained. Their footsteps echoed away, banging around in the sides of your head, until you made a decision.

Your hand closed around the hilt of the evil sword, and you pulled with every bit of your power. The rim of the blade glowed a subtle whitish yellow, in contrast from its previous red, and the sound of the sword scraping against the table as you hefted the cutlass up rang through the hall.

You stumbled back from using too much momentum, not having expected to actually have lifted him. The tip of the cutlass hit the ground, and Sword let out a little grunt. You flexed your muscles and marveled at how the sword gradually got lighter, at how the glow grew brighter. 

“Y/N?!”

You turned the blade this way and that, grinning from ear to ear. Something about how Sword was glowing told you he was smiling too.

“Do you have a name?” you asked him as Blinky practically ran toward you with the others in tow.

“Sword.”

You hummed. “That’s a little impersonal, don’t ya think?”

“I do not have a proper name, my liege.”

“Can I give you a name?” you asked. Jim came up beside you, if only to keep Blinky from ripping the blade from your hands.

“Whatever you wish.”

“I wish you’d call me Y/N.”

“As you wish, my--Y/N.” 

A smile grew on your face when Blinky tried to reach past a surprisingly immovable Jim. “How about Cal?”

“... I liketh it.”

“Y/N! Put that down right now!”

a.n. i loved this so much. might do a part two with reader and cal’s shenanigans.

[sofiafantasies]

"Jim!"

She ran down the paths of Trollmarket, worried for the aftermath. "Jim stop!" All she knew is that she could not lose the one person who truly cared for her. "Were not gonna make it!" Toby yelled as he ran as well. Claire furrowed her eyebrows with a frown. "We are!" She yelled back. Blinky was also running.

They all ran towards the door where the Killahead bridge was stored. "Master Jim!" Blinky pleaded. On the other side the Trollhunter, Jim ran up to the switch, clicking it as the rest of his team had already caught up to him. The doors began to close, cutting Nevada, Claire, Toby, and Blinky off.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Toby asked as he stopped infront of the closing door. "Jim, don't!" Claire pleaded. "Jim, please. I need you!" Nevada cried as she banged her fist on the stone door. Tears in her eyes. Her curly hair moved due to the force. Getting in her face but she didn't care. She has more important things to attend to.

"Jim, stop!" Claire cried, Jim disappearing behind the doors. "Jim, no! You promised we'd go together!" Nevada said angrily, her other fist pounded against the door as Jim leaned on the other side, voice breaking. "The amulet chose me." He looked down at the other amulet in his hand. "I can't lose any more of you." He pushed himself away from the door, running to the bridge.

Nevada pounded and kicked against the door as Blinky inspected it. Soon Toby and Claire joined in the pounding. "Maybe I can manually override the lock." As Blinky attempted, Jim raised the amulet, the device floating and twisting until it locked itself into the bridge. It shot out a blue stream of light, the bridge magically builds itself as blue lightning shoots from the amulet, causing Jim to shield his face.

He groans and looks up from behind his arms. "Whoa." Jim breathed out, now standing in front of a complete bridge, the portal finally open. "Come on, Jimbo! We're a team! Don't do this!" Toby cried through the door. "I'm sorry! I have to finish the fight. Alone." He began to step to the portal, Kanjigar's words clouding his mind.

"But the amulet chose me." He looked down, readying himself right as the doors began to open. Nevada, Blinky, Claire, and Toby came charging in, hoping to stop him. "Jim!" Claire yelled. "Im sorry." Jim added before he let his body fall through the portal, Claire's voice still reaching him.

"No! Jim!" Nevada ran to the portal but got stopped by Blinky. He held her in fear that she would jump and tried to get him back. "Jim." She whispered in dread. "Jim!" Toby yelled. "Master Jim, what have you done?" Blinky asked, holding a horrified Nevada.

In the Darklands, Jim stepped to a cliffside, peering down at the vast world in front of him, a vortex formed farthest away. He donned the Eclipse blade, letting it circle in his hand. Jim slid the sword against his back and clenched his teeth. "Get ready, Gunmar." From Jim's determined face, it changed to Nevada's horrified face.

She had Just watched her step-brother fall into his death. From her horrified face, it changed into the amulet which its arms were spinning rapidly.

[leehoney0]

hi hi! I was wondering if your requests are open, if you could write either a fic, headcanon or whatever you feel like of Douxie with a blind reader? Like, the reader isn’t fully blind but has extremely low vision. Maybe you can make it a fem reader as well? Thank you and have a good day

Non glasses reader!

Douxie who always has a hand out for you,if theirs steps or a rough walk,he’ll lead you through it.had become a habit of his to reach out that sometimes he does it for other people.

Always grabs onto you during moments of chaos,sees something coming your ways,reaches for you arm or waist to pull you towards him for your safety

And for his heart he honestly could take it if you got hurt!

If due to your low vision,you have any sensitivity to the light he stands in front of you blocking it with his hand.

Douxie always pulling your seat out for you,he always assumes you will sit near him so he can hand anything to you.

But! That doesn’t mean your helpless at all,douxie might help you out her and their but there’s is a reason why you’re there with him,wether its magic like douxie or powers like Jim,you best believe you pull your weight!

You vision might be low but sensing magic was a great ability,you had been blessed with,sense magic was easy for you in battle but objects were a little harder for you.

~

As douxie takes a stand,putting his arm out for you to grab,not hearing the shuffle of your clothes or noise of your movement.turning his head over to you.

Noticing he has his arm out towards Clair,as of he was signaling her to get onto him,a light blush spreads over his cheeks,turning his head around to look for you.

Standing over the where the window was,enjoying the fresh air that was slightly brushing your face,douxie turns over to Clair face completely red as he knew he new habits we just for you!

Glasses reader!

Douxie who always has a pair of extra glasses for you,saving the world is hard when you have to make sure the only thing helping you see could be broken in two seconds!

If y’all work on anything togther he pulls your glasses up for you,pushing them or cleaning them for you when your hands are full.

If ever your glasses get flung in battle,he has a spell so that he can help track them or grab them if they are too far out of your reach.

Douxie will also help you if you break both glasses,fixing them if he can with magic or helping you out with tasks until you fix them.

Trowing out a flirt here and there about how would you live without him! He means it though so don’t hurt his feeling too much!

Will put them on for you when you wake up,lifting you head up from you’re pillow blinking as if that would fix your vision,douxie sliding glasses on behind you ears pushing them up for you.

~

Your head whips to the side from the force of the magic spell that had just cause your glasses to be thrown out of your slight,anger ridden through your clenched teeth.

“Douxie”

Douxie waves his staff around,spewing out some words you heard here and there mainly when he needs to hand you something,glasses landing safely on his palm

Walking over to you,pushing them on your face,fixing them if any of your hair was messed up in the process.smiling up at him a small thanks in the process

Douxie steps back,smiling to himself that you had become so use to his presence that just the say of his name and he knew what you needed,smirk on his face,cheek’s slightly pink.

Thanks for requesting,honestly I don’t know if my request are open,down to just write if wanted,but also sorry if it’s not perfect had a busy week and wrote it when I had time so hope u enjoy!!!!!!

Also have been feeling like my writing has been off a bit so sorry too

[yuki2sksksk]

Canon x reader characters I've made so far

Hotaru Haganezuka x Reader: Friends to lovers

Sanji x Witch! Reader: Childhood friends to lovers

Angor Rot x Witch Guardian! Reader: Lovers to enemies

[imconfusedbutok]

hnghhh…

comfort characters are… taking over…

So here’s a thing for you

are they a “I can’t sacrifice you to save the world” kind of person or a “I’d let the world burn” person?

Bruce wayne

Depends on how deep your relationship is

if you’re just a fling or he’s still new to you as a romantic partner

he would sacrifice you

But if he really truly loves you

like if you’re married or he adopted you

goddammit he would let the world go up in flames just to keep you safe with him

Lloyd Garmadon

The world would BURN before he lets you go

goddammit he’s had so many relationships not work out that

If the choice came down to saving you? Or saving the world?

Its you first.

Mirio Togata

As much as he loves you

as much as you mean to him

he would save the world and lose you

he’s a hero, he can’t just choose you over everyone else in the world

what’s one person to the other 8 billion?

Krel Tarron

Yeah no he would burn the world himself if there was ever a choice

be SO for real

this man has lost everything once

he knows what loss truly is

so? To lose YOU?

He would honestly rather die. There is never any hesitation in this man.

Tadashi Hamada

Okay..

this one is actually hard.

i do think tho

he would sacrifice HIMSELF to save the world and leave you

especially if you’re in danger or you have to be sacrifice to save the world

Nu uh

he would take your place in a second

he would rather you lose him than he lose you

Yushiro Yamamoto

Much like tadashi

he would take your place

THE WORLD WILL CRUMBLE TO DUST BEFORE THIS MAN LETS YOU DIE

okay that’s all :3

[littlefanficprincess]

K.O in Arcadia

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Trollhunters x fem reader

Chapter: 0.5

Word count: 3k

Synopsis: A girl from the 12th century accidentally falls through a portal and finds herself in 21st century Arcadia.

A/n: A chapter for a fanfic I'm possibly gonna make when I'm finished with 9th grade Ladybug, if the fandom is still alive.

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You in- and exhale, closing your eyes. You were sitting on the hard wooden floor, holding your arms stretched out infront of you. On the floor before you was a spell circle, written with chalk.

"Eaptia epe obaprrr sef tmemlo"

The words escape your lips, they were almost burned into your brain. Your body gets a light white glow, objects around begin to float.

Morgana had given you the book to practice, as she herself was busy. Magic was forbidden in the kingdom. Morgana's use of it was only allowed, because she was the sister of king Arthur.

You slightly open one your eyes, peeking from behind your eyelid. Before you was a blue warpgate, where the spell circle used to be.

"Yes!" You cheer, you had been practicing that spell for a month. But your celebration was cut short by tugging at your dress. You grip the fabrics, trying to hold it back. Thing pulling on it was the warp gate, slowly pulling everything towards it.

In a blink of an eye, you get pulled in and fell through. Your (h/c) hair wave past your face as your body decends through...the sky? You could reach fast enough to land on your arms and legs, your body hits a field of grass.

You push your self up onto your knees, rubbing your sore arms. Your eyes scan the surrounding area, instead of your cozy home, you were met with a town filled with things you didn't regonise.

You stumbles into your feet, brushes the dust off your dress. You wander off the patch of grass and onto a big path of stone, above it was hanging a machine with colored lights. You wondered with green light mean, did it mean you could walk over.

Not even looking both ways, you walk across. You were able to get a glimpse of something heading your way, before it hit you. The next moment your vision went black.

{3rd pov}

The drive instructor's mouth falls open as the car stops, he had watched a teen hit the front of the car and falls onto the road.

"Oh no...Does this mean I failed?" The boy who was taking his exam asks, gripping the wheel tightly.

"Maybe I should fail you for being a worried about failing and not the person you just hit" The instructor scolds the teenage boy. He gets out of the car, checking on the unconscious girl. "She is just knocked out with a bruise, now your exam is to drive to the hospital".

(Your pov)

My eyes flicker open, being met very a very bright room. After I adjust to the brightness, I notice I was laying in a metal bed with white sheets. ‘Where am…’ suddenly the image of that machine entered my mind, reminding me what happened before I blacked out.

The door opens, grabbing my attention. Turn my gaze over to see a kind looking woman enter the room, holding a plank of wood with paper attached. She wrote something down on it, before looking at me. “You’re awake, that’s good. How are you feeling?” She asks.

I read the piece of paper on her coat ‘Dr. Lake’. “A bit light headed and sore, but I’m alright. Thank you, doctor Lake” I answer with a small smile.

“We weren’t able to find any ID on you. Can you tell me please your name?” Doctor Lake asks me, gripping the cillinder thing in her hand.

‘What is ID, does she mean idea?’ I think to myself. “(Y/n) (L/n)” I respond to her question.

{3rd pov}

Barbara writes down the girl’s name. Noting in her head that the girl’s attire seemed a bit odd, perhaps she does theatre. The ginger haired woman leaves the room and enters her office. She writes (L/n) in the hospital search form, surprised to see no results. Then she looked the girl’s name on a regular search engine, blank aswell. It made her question what was going on, so she returned to the hospital room.

She was met with (Y/n) sitting patiently in the bed, her left hand on the other. She was staring out the window, seeming to be looking at the sky. Barbara clears her throat, making (Y/n) turn to her. “I wasn’t able to find any files about you. Do you have your parents’ number?"

(Y/n) pauses, things rolling around in her mind. She didn't believe she was in a different country, or atleast a country that was close to England. The doctor spoke the same language as her, just with a different accent. She must've been brought to the future because of the time warp gate, most likely atleast a hundred years.

"I... don't remember, I only remember my name" She lied, it was beter than trying to explains that came through a portal.

'Did the blow of the car give her Amnesia?' Barbara theorizes, writing it down on her clipboard. "I'm going to organize something, I'll be back" She walks out of the door once again.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

For the time being, (Y/n) was placed in a program to reside with a family. The hospital hoped that she would recover her memory or that they were able to find anything about her.

{Your pov}

I stand infront of the house I was told to go. Doctor Lake had told me I was going to live with the Nuñez family, Mrs. Nuñez being a council woman of Arcadia. I was just hoping that they were friendly.

Slowly reaching towards the front door, I knock onto the door. I watch as the door opens, revealing a woman with short dark brown hair and brown eyes. She greets me with a smile "You must be (Y/n), come in".

Doing as she requested, I walk in. I hear her close the door behind me, as I turn my gaze around the home. It felt sleek and more one whole than I am used to.

I look over to see a baby jumping up and down in round swing looking thing. Walking over to them, I crouch down to get to their level. I couldn't help but chuckle when I see the baby reaching their chubby hands towards me. I had to stop myself from kissing his cute little face.

"That is my son Enrique, he is only a few months old" Mrs Nuñez introduces the small baby boy, walking to the kitchen. "My daughter and husband are at school and work right now, they should be back soon. You can find your bedroom, it is the white door. You came earlier than I was expecting"

I couldn't help but be curious on how my room would look like. I snuck upstairs, stopping at the white door. It was right to a purple door, which I assume belongs to the daughter.

Opening the door, I was met with an almost empty room. There was a bed with white sheets, an empty closet and a desk. I take a seat, it was quite comfortable. My fingers trace across the wrinkles of the sheets.

I could hear down below the door opening. "Mom, I'm home!" A voice calls out. The person and Mrs. Nuñez talk about something, but I wasn't able to understand clearly what they were saying. Not long after that, someone came walking upstairs. The person gently knocks on my room.

I open it, peeking out of it. Standing there was a teen girl, with dark brown hair with a dark blue streak in it. There were different colored accessories in her hair, reminding me of a rainbow. She was wearing a dark purple jacket, a lighter purple sweater with a skull on it. Under it she wore a skirt, with leggings under it.

"My mom didn't tell me someone was going to stay with us. My name is Claire, by the way. You must be (Y/n)" The girl introduces herself, holding out her hand for me to shake.

"That's me" I push the door further open, grabbing her hand and gently shaking it. "I hope you don't mind me having around. You already have your parents here and your little brother""Not really, I would be nice having another person around my age here" Her eyes lowers, inspecting my outfit. "Is that a twelfth century dress?"

I pause, realising I have to come up with an excuse. "Well...um, I don't remember a lot. But I think I liked theatre, maybe I was in a play" I like through my teeth, fiddling with my loose sleeve.

Claire's face lights up at the mention of it, she leaned in closer to me. "I love theatre! What is your favorite? Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet..." She trails off when she was my confused expression. "Right, you don't remember much. I got a little over-excited"

"It's nothing, I also get pretty overjoyed when hearing one of my interests. If don't mind asking, what time period are we in currently?" I question the girl.

"It's 2016, why do you ask?" Claire's expression becomes worried, her eyebrows furrow. "Are you feeling alright? You look pretty pale"

'Nine-hundred years...I am that far into the the future?' My head begins to feel light as I feel the shock. I feel myself falling back, until my head hit the floor.

BONK

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

After that embarrassing accident. Me, Clair and Mrs. Nuñez had gone to shopping to get clothes appropriate to this century. It was getting used to wearing softer and lighter fabrics, it felt easier to move.

[Keeping it vague on purpose]

I was inrolled into school, Arcadia Oak High. I stroll over the sidewalk, a bag slung across over my shoulder. Claire walked next to me, talking about a book she had read. From what I've seen, she was pretty responsible, even with all the pressure her mother puts her on.

I noticed two girls standing not that far away from us, seeming to be waiting for us. One had medium black hair, while the other had brown curly hair. "Hey C-bomb" The girl with curly hair's eyes shift to me "Who this? She seems new"

"(Y/n), pleasure" I chime, holding my hands togheter. They seemed a bit confused, was I too formal?"

"She is staying with me for a bit, I hope you don't mind her hanging around us" Claire mentions, breaking the akward tension.

"Not at all, I am Mary by the way" The black haired girl pulls out a 'phone'. Mr Nuñez had given me one not to long ago. I don't fully understand what it does, a feature was it could call upon a person from a far distance.

Mary pushes the phone in my face, on it were images of food and herself. "Can I get your Instagram? So I can add you" She asks.

My eyebrows furrow. "Insta...gram?" I mumble, trying to figure out what she was talking about. Perhaps it was the thing on her phone, it was something that formated images in a certain way.

Noticing that the confused gases has return, I clear my throat. "I just got a phone for the first time, I'm not really familiar with that" I explain myself.

"No way!" Mary slings her arm around my shoulder, pulling me along towards school. "During break, I am going to teach everything you need to know about the internet. You have a lot to catch up on"

"I think she is going fit right in" I hear the other girl say to Claire behind me, I hope she's right.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

While the girls had head to class, I had to go to the 'principle's office'. He was a nice man, he was throwing around slang I don't even think he understands. He gave me directions on where my first class way, along with s sheet with all my classes. Luckily I was in the same class as Claire, Mary and Darci (who's name I learned), first class was history by Mr. Strickler.

I stand before the classroom door, waiting for the right moment. I calm my nerves, knocking on the door. I hear a calm voice respond "Come in", my cue.

Pushing the door open, I was met with an older man and a bunch of teens staring at me. It felt a bit akward, It isn't a usual thing to have that many eyes on me.

"Introduce yourself, they don't bite" Mr. Strickler jokes, snapping me out of my train of thoughts. His remark made me relax more.

I walk over, standing before the class. I noticed Claire sitting near the front, who gives me a small wave. I smile, waving back. I look up, ready to talk. "My name is (Y/n), it's nice to meet you all" I greet, keeping the smile on my face.

"Now that wasn't too hard, was it?" Mr. Stricker chimes in. "Since you seem already acquainted with Ms. Nuñez, you can take a seat next to her" He instructs.

I nod, sitting down at the desk next to Claire. It went a lot easier than I was expecting, let's hope the rest of high school will be this easy. My lips purse as I feel a pair of eyes at me, but I ignore the feeling.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Toby and Jim walk out of the classroom as the lesson had wrapped up. Toby was talking Jim's ears off about a game he began playing.

They walk outside, heading towards their lockers. Jim spots the new girl talking to the principal, he couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"Can't Ms. Nuñez show you around?" The principal questions the (h/c)nette.

"She is busy with practice, it's really important to her" (Y/n) answers, fiddling with her fingers. She didn't remember exactly what the girl was practicing for, she thought it was a play.

It seemed like Toby was listening aswell. He jabs his best friend in the side, whispering "Dude, I have the greatest idea right now. If you give her a tour, you get good in Claire's book"

Jim scratches the back of his head. "I don't know, Toby. Isn't it a little shallow to just use her to get close to Claire?" He asks the shorter teen.

Toby didn't seem to listen. He grabs Jim by the arm, dragging him along. "We'll do it, principal" He says, raising his hand.

Turning towards the two students, a pleasant expression appears on the principal's face. "Ah, Domzalski, Lake. I'll be leaving her in your hands, don't get her in trouble" The old man laughs, before walking off.

(Y/n) looks at the two students, smiling innocently. She had to make sure to not accidentally reveal something she shouldn't, the fact that she was from a whole 'nother century or her magic.

'This is going to be a piece of cake' Toby thinks confidently, crossing his arms.

'Lord, have mercy on me' Jim tries his best to not palm his own face off.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"English, Math, Biology, Spanish, History, P.E and lunch is my favorite" Toby jokes, getting a chuckle out of (Y/n). "Never forget to do your Spanish homework, or you'll be facing the wrath of Mr. Uhl"

(Y/n) looks over to the blue eyes boy, who seemed to be in deep thought. She wondered what could be going through his mind. "Do you anything to tell me about this school?" She spoke, snapping him out of it.

"Um, well...Mr. Strickler is pretty cool, I guess" Jim mutters. He didn't have much time to think of something to say. He was too busy wondering what was so off about the new girl, she seemed pretty normal. He squints his eyes as he notices something, he swore a spark in her in her eye.

"Do I have something on my face?" (Y/n) tilts her head, seeing that he was staring a little too long.

Jim shakes his head. "Nothing, it's nothing" He answers, just pushing away the thought.

The two boys notice (Y/n) looks at something. Follow her gaze, they see Steve doing his usual locker stuffing. They were thinking of walking away, but (Y/n) had other plans. Toby tried to grab by the sleeve, but was too late.

Steve was busy taunting Eli, then he feels someone tapping his shoulder. He turns and looks down, seeing (Y/n) infront of him. "What is it, Newbie? Can't you see I'm busy"

Poking his head out of the locker was Eli, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "I saw you before! You were falling from l-like the sky. Like an alien or a-an angel!" He points at her.

Steve bashes his elbow against the locker, making Eli hold his tongue. "Shut it, Pepperjack" Steve threatens the nerd. Then he leans forward, a smirk on his face "Now that I look at you, you look pretty cu–"

"Hey, Steve. New hair you got there? I gotta borrow her for a second" Toby akwardly smiles, pulling (Y/n) back. "The second most important thing is that you don't mess with Steve"

Letting put an annoyed huff, crossing her arms. "I am sorry, but I just really hate bullies" she chews her bottom lip, it already was a bit damaged.

"(Y/n), if you don't mind me asking. Are you perhaps from England" Jim asks her, seeming to grow suspicious of the girl.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Your accent"

(Y/n) tenses up, realising that she is possibly cornered. She had hoped that they wouldn't notice it. Telling him the lie she told Doctor Lake could be questioned once she accidentally do or say something suspicious. But saying she was, would contradict her lie.

She let out a relieved sigh as the bell rings. When she needed it most, the bell saved her. She gives the two boys a quick wave, before walking off.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Her (e/c) eyes stare at the ceiling as she later in her bed, her arms stretched out besides her. She turns her head, looking at the corkboard hanging on the wall. In the middle of it was a sticky note with drawing of a book. Red yarn connected it with other sticky notes, one of it was a sticky note with a drawing of the school. It was crossed out with red marker.

"Where is it..?"

[an-autistic-dweeb]

Random ToA dating headcanons that I might do.

• Draal calling his lover “sweetheart” (a rather universal Headcanon)

• Blinky reading books with his partner before bed

• Bular being a handsy lil’ perv

• Gunmar being chronically old and confused when his younger lover uses newer lingo

• Aaarrrgghh! watching fun cartoons with his lover

• Kanjigar being the smartest dumbass his lover has ever known.

[magicmousetrash]

Krel Tarron x Reader

Non-binary reader

SFW Scenario

It takes place during the 3below series

I'm writing all this with the translator since English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes please let me know <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

🪄🐁: I will soon come with more food

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Krel was back in front of the holographic screen in his room, drumming his fingers nervously. He was determined to win the heart of his human crush, but earthling customs remained a mystery. How did humans connect emotionally without all the advanced technology and science he knew? So she had turned to "Mother" for advice.

—Mother, I need your help, —he said seriously, taking a breath.—I want to… impress a human.

The AI projected its holographic form, and Krel felt a slight flicker of discomfort as the ship's sensors analyzed his request.

—Understood, Prince Krel. I can provide suggestions on human courtship. Data shows that humans respond to certain common social stimuli. I will proceed to share a series of recommendations.

Krel nodded, looking over the list of tips that appeared before him. It seemed simple, in theory. How difficult could it be?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tip 1: A meaningful gift

—"A thoughtful gesture or a small gift is a way of showing appreciation between humans."

Krel frowned as he reviewed that first tip. He knew humans gave flowers and chocolates, but he wanted something more special. Something unique, something that would show how much he cared... without it being very obvious.

Determined, he spent the whole night creating a… how to describe it? A small, handmade device. It was a mix between a terrarium with a bioluminescent plant and a small gravitational field that made the object float gently. Krel thought it was impressive and was sure his crush would appreciate it.

The next day, with a big, self-satisfied grin, Krel approached them at school.

—I made this for you, —he said, holding the floating contraption in an outstretched hand. —I thought you might like it.

They looked at it, at first intrigued by the strange gift. But as soon as they took it, the plant began to emit a flickering glow that grew in intensity.

It’s so… cute! —they said, smiling at first. But as soon as the glowing plant started spinning faster and blinking wildly, their expressions changed to panic. —Is this safe?.

Before Krel could respond, the artifact began to sputter and floated too high, crashing into the ceiling of the hallway and exploding in a small burst of light.

Krel cleared his throat, trying to appear calm.

—Maybe… it needs a couple of adjustments, —he said as he picked up the remains of the device..

First attempt: disaster.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tip 2: Specific compliments

—"Personalized compliments create a greater emotional connection between humans."

Krel thought this advice would be easy to follow. He knew a lot about his crush. He knew they liked science and was pretty smart. So, he decided that praising their intellect would be a great move.

The next day in chemistry class, Krel sat next to her and waited for the perfect moment. As she focused on measuring a substance, Krel decided to intervene.

—Your accuracy with test tubes is… statistically astonishing, —he commented enthusiastically.

They looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or worry.

—Thanks… I think. —they replied, somewhat bewildered.

Krel decided to double down, thinking that perhaps a more specific compliment would be better.

—And the way you calculated the molar concentration of that solution… it’s almost as if you could handle mathematics at the quantum level.

Now they were clearly more confused than impressed.

—Uh… well, I learned it in class last year. —they answered, trying not to sound strange.

Krel bit his lip, realizing he might be going off on a bit of a tangent.

—What I mean is… you are very smart..

They smiled politely.

Second attempt: weird...

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tip 3: Be protective

—"Showing care and protection creates a sense of emotional security."

Krel was convinced that this advice would be a success. He had noticed that humans reacted positively when someone showed concern for their safety. And since he had advanced skills in protecting others, he thought it was his time to shine.

As they walked together towards the cafeteria, he saw some kids running past, clearly not paying attention to their surroundings. This is my chance, Krel thought.

With quick movements, he pulled his crush to the side, placing them behind him with exaggerated protection.

—Watch out! —he exclaimed, turning dramatically. —You could have been run over by those reckless individuals!

They stared at him, mouths agape, totally surprised.

—Krel, they were just… running, — They said, with a nervous smile.

Krel was unfazed. He was certain he had done the right thing.

—You can never be too careful. Safety first. —he replied determinedly.

They laughed softly, clearly seeing the situation as a bit exaggerated.

Third attempt: exaggerated overprotection

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tip 4: Quality time

The last tip was simpler: spend quality time together. No technology, no interruptions, just being in the moment. Krel thought this would be easy, but he underestimated how hard it would be not to use technology..

As they strolled through the park after school, Krel tried to hold a normal conversation. But soon, the silence felt awkward, and Krel began drumming his fingers, wishing he could Open your device to avoid this awkward situation.

Finally, he decided to distract himself from technology and focus all his attention on them.

—Did you know that the human brain releases dopamine during pleasant conversations? —he said, trying to start a topic that seemed interesting to him.

They looked at him, laughing softly.

—Really? That’s… good to know.

Krel nodded, glad to have steered the conversation back to a scientific topic. But then, without realizing it, he started talking about chemicals that activate dopamine in the brain… for 15 minutes straight.

By the time he realized it, they were looking at him with a mix of fascination and exhaustion.

—Krel, that was… very informative. —they said, trying to sound friendly.

Fourth attempt: excessive talk.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

At the end of the day, Krel returned to his room, somewhat frustrated, and stared at "Mother's" screen, waiting for her assessment.

—Mother, how did I do it? —he asked, sighing.

—The results indicate that 45% of your attempts were successful and 55% were questionable. I recommend adjustments to your approaches.

Krel slumped back into his chair.

—Maybe… humans are more complicated than I thought.

Despite everything, they allowed themselves a small smile. Even though everything had gone a little wrong, there was something charming about his mistakes. And they… well, thay hadn't completely walked away. That was a good start.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

We all love this alien boy called Krel

[beestalesofarcadia]

Could I request some reactions from Draal, Blinky and Aargh on a teen human(gender neutral reader pls!) Who has the same personality as Marcy from Amphibia, showing them a bunch of video games they love please? Especially some being more gruesome then others, would love to read it! :D

Heck yeah dude!! I absolutely love Marcy <3 BTW this started off simple but I went off the rails completely lmao so sorry about that TwT

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You are a close friend of Jim and Toby, having grown up with them on the same block. You became a trio: inseparable. You were with Jim as he picked up the amulet, you were running beside Toby as Bular hunted you three down, and you were beside the two as you graced the grounds of Trollmarket. Your mind is completely blown by it. You were already off running around: taking notes in your math notebook of what you saw, the types of trolls that were around, facts Blinky spewed out, and even that big blue grumpy one that threatened Jim in front of you!

While your intellect proves to be insightful on the battlefield, your clumsiness also poses a potential threat to yourself and others. Regardless, you’re a valued member of the Trollhunters and have garnered respect from most of Trollmarket (and even Vendel himself). You have helped countless times, and even put your life on the line for others. Now… here are the thoughts of some specific residents of Trollmarket! >:]

Draal

Before the duel with Jim, your optimism confuses him, if not annoys him. He legit just threatened to kill your best friend, and all you can do is stare at him with stars in your eyes. Great to have admirers, he supposes. Even if they are some imposter, wannabe Trollhunter’s ally. As you walk away with the group, he can’t help but guffaw as you trip over your feet. If these were the Trollhunter’s allies- the supposed saviors of man and trollkind- then the world truly was doomed.

After getting humbled by Jim, his attitude begins to shift more. Yes, there are moments of annoyance (especially when you ask to measure his horns or teeth and ramble about things he doesn’t understand), but overall you’re strange, and it’s amusing. You are easily impressed by nearby anything he does, and that’s fine. It’ll start to fuel his ego again.

You start to hang around Jim’s more often than not and Draal enjoys having you around. The majority of the time you’re taking notes, and when you’re not, you’re geeking out about some vampire books and other fixations. He tells you he’s met a few, and when you ask if they’re anything like in the shows you watch (attractive, seductive), he hits you with a hard “no” and laughs at your disappointment. Human’s obsession with vampires was so strange.

Draal teases you a lot, and even if it’s mean-spirited you just go along with it the majority of the time. If you do mention something, he’ll back down from it. But it doesn’t stop him from occasionally knocking that new novel you got from the library out of your hand.

Video games are rather confusing to him. Not that he hates them of course! But he doesn’t quite enjoy them as much as Arrrgh does. Of course, he’ll play the more violent games you have, but he doesn’t care for the shooters. He’d much rather tear them apart with his bare hands, thank you very much. There was one time when you had to beg Draal to not destroy your TV the first time you introduced him to Skyrim.

Table-top games on the other hand? Absolutely! He loves playing DnD with you. He likes having more interaction and freedom with the choices he makes when compared to video games where you have to follow the plot. Blinky or Toby often narrates when you have game nights with the group. Out of everyone, you and Draal are the most competitive. You two both get into character and often come up with strategies. Sometimes a little too much for everyone’s liking. The table often gets crushed, and there have been times when you both were at each other’s throats. 

You’re now his little sibling. No questions asked. You jokingly mention something along the lines of a “found-family” trope, and after a brief explanation of it, he just subtly agrees with that being your relationship with him. Prepare for a protective big brother, even if you know your way around trouble. 

Arrrgh

You both are automatically besties. That’s it, I don’t make the rules. There’s no doubt about it that you’re all over him when you first get to meet Arrrgh. While Jim is stressed about trolls in his home and Toby is freaking out, you’re bombarding the giant, green ball of moss with millions of questions. He thinks it's adorable and while slightly overwhelmed, he doesn’t mind responding to them. His answers are short and vague though, and Blinky ends up intervening and answers with more detail. 

It honestly doesn’t take a lot for him to grow attached to you. He finds your energy very endearing, and you manage to light up the room with it even during the most hopeless times. You surprisingly don’t get as overwhelmed compared to everyone else in the group, though it doesn’t stop Arrrgh from checking up on you. You might wanna write down how much of a good comfort buddy he is.

Speaking of which! If you are down, he won’t hesitate to do what he can to comfort you. If you need to vent, he is all ears. He isn’t much of a talker, but by God, he is a good listener. His advice is short and simple: usually straight to the point. Regardless, it doesn’t undermine how sweet and thoughtful his words are. Most of the time you talk about how overwhelming your parents are, and often he assures you that only wants the best for you but doesn’t know how to show it. A part of you thinks otherwise, but you know that they do mean well. 

When you visit Toby’s house, the three of you have movie nights. A pillow fort is made in Toby’s room and you both bring all the movies you can. There’s finally the night when you manage to convince the two (mainly Toby) to binge-watch Twilight. You get so giddy it was hard not to laugh at your reaction for Arrrgh. He doesn’t understand the plot, but he’s interested in it. As much as Toby wanted to hate it, he couldn’t help but rant about Bella’s decisions with you and listening how she could’ve bettered herself. Arrrgh just nods, having been seated between the two of you and not able to escape the conversation. 

This troll is pretty protective of you. You’re very capable of yourself, there’s no doubt about it. But again, your clumsiness is what gets you into trouble the majority of the time. There have been instances where you indirectly killed a goblin leader. Taking them head-on during their frenzied state is near impossible, but for Arrrgh, he’s more than willing to take it as a means of defending you. Thankfully, you are pretty witty, so you do find ways to drive them away from you.

As seen in the show, Arrrgh does love video games! You have a considerable amount of video games, ranging from violent ones like Mortal Combat to non-violent ones like Animal Crossing (one of Arrrgh’s favs). Knowing his past, you tend to stray away from the more mature games and settle for the “kiddie” stuff. Arrrgh loves Cooking Mama and Little Friends. Just remind him to be gentle with your switch- sometimes he forgets his strength.

Blinky:

Blinky would not hesitate to admit it, but it’s nice having someone who shares the same enthusiasm as he does! Especially when it comes to learning. While the troll cares deeply for Jim, he can admit that when it comes to their lessons, his less than enthusiastic attitude towards it can be drab. If not, a bit discouraging. With you, however, it’s a complete 180. He always sees you taking notes, commenting on their cultures with genuine intellect, and your analysis is always endearing to listen to. Although you still have much to learn, you are on the right track.

Besides that, you’re always a delight to be around with! He can’t help but admire your charming nature, even if at times you are ditzy. He knows you always mean well, so he can’t hold it against you. He’s most definitely “Marcy-proofed” his library; AKA, he’s put his more “delicate” items in safer places, and the potentially dangerous ones are hidden away.

While Blinky teaches you all the ropes of troll culture, you return the favor by explaining human culture to him. It’s honestly a mix of easy, and difficult. It’s not that Blinky’s dumb (no, far from that actually) or that you’re a bad teacher, it’s just the fact that he’s misinterpreted human customs and inventions for so many years. 

When he turns human, you are most definitely the one teaching him how to drive… which was, all in all, a terrible idea. You knew how to drive. You had just gotten your permit for Pete’s sake! Blinky on the other hand? He’s a wild rider. You lost track of how many times you both almost crashed into a divider just because he assumed you were able to drive on it, or how many times you prayed he wouldn’t take the yellow light. When he finally stopped driving, you insisted you could both walk home.

Video games aren't his forte. The concept of them is interesting, especially with how much they are able to fit into a small disk! But alas, they are but treats to the normal troll. Although it doesn't stop him from being interested in what you have to show. The gruesome games intrigue him. Do humans really like violence that much? It doesn't really shock him that much. They haven't changed much even after centuries, have they?

Like Arrrgh, he’s a good listener. His advice is genuine too, especially when you run away to Trollmarket when things aren’t going well at home. You’ve come there an alarming amount of times to a point the conditions of your home were concerning him. Especially when you break in front of him, wailing about the pressures and stress you feel from your parents and the potential of moving out of Arcadia. At home, you feel unloved if you don’t achieve your parents' goals. They have given you so much, yet you feel you give so little in return. You love your parents, but being with them is draining.

Although Troll's culture is different when it comes to humans, he knows the burdens of expectations are all the same. That pressure of knowing that your best isn’t enough… he’s felt that. He assures you that you are doing your best, more than others could. He assures you that your tears are not a sign of weakness, but a glimpse of your strength. He assures you that you are enough. It surprises him when you suddenly hug him, though it doesn’t stop him from embracing you as well.

[sofiafantasies]

A Snow Experiment

A/N: Disclaimer this is a Tales of Arcadia Fanfic and the characters do not belong to me. And of course you own you. I'll be using [Name] and [Last name] as a substitute to Y/N and L/N. This will be a quick thing and I don't really know if I'll do a part three, unless you want me to (It was not a quick thing). Im so sorry, this is a female reader! You can change the pronouns and stuff. I'm a female myself so it's easier to do so.

(PS This is outside the timeline or you can view it as if this were before the movie/pretend the movie didn't exist. Everyone to their own! PS-PS I switched to 2nd pov!)

All you knew was that you were running. Running as far away from them. They tried to sell you as if you were an object. Tears streamed down your face. You made a swift turn into an alleyway. It was dark. 'Perfect!' you thought as you sat on the corner of the wall.

You waited patiently until they gave up on that area. You wrapped your arms around your knees and brought them to your chest. You heard them shout at each other. It was awful.

"Where is she!?"

"She's close, boss."

"Find her!"

Your breath was fast, your heart beating rapidly. You tried to contain your sobs, you really did. How could they treat you like that? You heard their voices getting quieter and quieter by the second. You breathed out with your eyes closed as their voices disappeared completely.

You finally gave in, and you sobbed, crying your little heart out. You opened your eyes, your grip on your legs tightened, and you sniffed. Your cries were so quiet, you had learned to control how loud they were, but never when.

You closed your eyes and buried your face on your knees, crying still. It felt like an eternity, but even then you would still be alive. Your shoulder rose and fell as you sobbed. But what you didn't know is that you weren't the only one having a bad time.

"Douxie!" Claire called as she saw her teacher having trouble with a witch. Claire yelled as the witch clone hit her side. She blasted the clone and they fell back. "Don't worry about me! I'm fine!" Douxie yelled back as he blasted another clone.

Jim and the others were doing just fine with the clones, but as soon as Douxie defeated one clone and turned around, the original attacked him. He yelled as his back hit the side of a building. "Douxie!" Archie yelled. He fired at a clone and flew to his wizard familiar.

Archie rubbed his head on Douxie's cheek. Douxie responded with a chuckle. "I'm fine." He smiled as he sat up while holding his abdomen. "Does not seem like it." Archie deadpanned. "Don't worry, I'll live." Douxie looked up with an eye closed, he had been punched just mere hours ago.

The witch crackled and bent back, her hands were up in the air as she summoned her clones. Jim, who had been striking a lone hit a tree as the clone turned to a white particle. He observed the glowing particle, and his eye trailed to his beloved.

Claire blasted a clone with her shadow magic but ended up almost hitting Toby. "Hey!" He said as his hammer slammed on the floor near a clone. "Sorry!" Claire said. Her eyes widened a little as the clone turned into a white glowing particle. She stepped back as the particle dashed away.

That same thing happened with the other. Blinky, Arrgh, and Toby. Douxie's eyes widened as well as Archie's. The witch smiled, floating in the air. "Fools! When will you ever understand? Morgana's will will never be forgotten!" She crackled before disappearing into a white particle.

The particle vanishing in a cloud of smoke. Her laughter rang through the empty streets of Arcadia as a white wave of magic burst, sending the group of heroes flying in every direction.

Douxie opened his eyes. His head moved to the side, his ears rang, and everything hurt. Ge slowly sat up. Grunting at the effort. He exhaled before looking around. In a dark alley, he had ended.

How did he? No clue. He stood up, holding the stone wall for support. He sighed, as get looked down at the ground. Then he heard it. A soft sniffle not far. He looked up and started to walk further. You wiped your nose after you sniffed. Now where were you going to go? You should have waited to be sold. Learned the town like you knew the moon and bounce.

But you didn't. You went before you could even learn the way there. How could you have been so foolish? It was freedom, you quickly told yourself. Sweet...freedom.

It didn't feel like it...did it? You were now the number one wanted person in the world. Your picture plastered on the streets of this and many other towns. You didn't want to believe it. Did you? You knew it was too late. They would send everyone after you.

How much do you cost? Ah, right. 50 million.

"Hey," the new voice made you gasp. You quickly turned to the new voice, your palms to the concrete floor at your sides as you readied to scramble away. "are you okay?"

You breathed heavily but calmed after a few seconds. He didn't seem like he could do harm. In fact, he looked like he was harmed. He was kneeled down next to you. "I'm Douxie," he tilted his head, his hand still holding his abdomen.

"you seem to be in danger." You two stared at each other with a gleam in your eyes. You tilted your head as well. You hadn't seen many people before. Especially not this close. Douxie stared at you, his hazel eyes focusing on the frost on your [skin color] skin.

The frost melted off of you as you calmed. "I-" Before you could say a word he grunted, falling to his side. You gasped and knelt beside him. You should run! All your instincts yelled at you. You placed a hand on his arm and lightly shook him.

His hazel eyes narrowed in pain before they closed. He stilled and you moved him to his back. You hesitated, your fingers hitting your palms and lifting. You didn't want to invade but...

You grabbed his hand off of his abdomen. "Ohw," blood covered his dark gray shirt and black hoodie. You pressed your hands to his abdomen...first surrounded you and him. White and blue light coming from your hands and swirling like a sun around you two.

Frost covered his abdomen and his eyes fluttered open...

"Douxie?"

Tags: @rainywing1203 @mouzzina @summ3rg4l Thanks for commenting/being so patient with this one. PS Yes the lilo & stitch reference. I didn't know what other thing to call our little snow experiment.

[yuki2sksksk]

Angor Rot x Reader, but you are an assigned Guardian/Protector for every chosen Trollhunters so it's lovers to enemies

[kats4you]

KREL TARRON/reader

fem reader

scenario (500 words)

takes place during the series of 3BELOW

——— ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ———

The first thing I thought when Eli came to me in a frenzy, flailing around and rambling about aliens, was that I befriended an insane person.

To be fair, Eli had a track record of all things "conspiracy" and finding oddities occurring in Arcadia.

I just wasn't a fan, per-say.

I just might have believed in ghosts for a bit. And, on the occasional am, when I was half asleep, I could swear I would see UFO's.

But I was sleep deprived.

"(Y/n), you HAVE to believe me! I saw in their window, and they were aliens. Aliens!" He rambled, practically begging me to believe him.

"...Krel and Aja aren't aliens. Sure... maybe they can be a bit odd. But I find that endearing in a boring town like this." I shrugged, turning away and heading to the bus for our trip.

As I walked, I could hear Eli grumble nervously behind me.

We were heading to the planetarium as sort of a field trip. Considering Arcadia was a small town with low income, this was our equivalent to going to a different state.

I was seated alone (thankfully). The two seat to the side of me was inhabited by Krel and Aja.

Could they really be aliens? That would be crazy, right?

I mean... they are twins, but look completely different.

They can say some pretty odd things as well.

...and do.

I sighed, linking my headphones and starting to play music.

Once we arrived, we all gathered around the steps of the front entrance, listening to Ms. Janeth.

"Do aliens exist, or are we alone in the universe?" She announced with a smile, "I'll let you decide. Your projects for the school science fair are due next week. Explore and find inspiration!"

We began walking inside. Most students went with their friends and walked around, looking at interesting displays.

Then she groans, "...because if I have to grade one more baking soda volcano, I'll explode!"

I stood at the edge of the planetary display, watching it spin. I always thought museums were great.

Arcadia doesn't have the best options, but once, I went out of town on vacation, and went to a huge museum. It was amazing!

While I was watching the display, I noticed Krel and Aja walking around. If they were aliens, I would know. Right?

Did he always have those glasses?

Krel grins as he looks at me, "No, I did not! But they suit me well, no?"

I stare at him in slight shock.

Mind reading... that's an alien thing right?

He began walking away with a proud smile, Aja at his side.

You look cute in them.

He stopped walking, turning around with a surprised expression.

I just smile, and walk away.

Okay, so I can confirm: Krel was reading my mind.

Weird? Yes.

Concerning? Maybe a little...

Alien?...

...No?

bonus;

As I continued walking around, my mind kept going back to that girl.

Did she mean what she said? Or was she just playing with me?

She wasn’t freaked out like all the others… is that a good or a bad thing?

I’m not sure why I’m so obsessed with it.

With her.

Kleb.