#toa bular x reader

[troublesometrollhunters]

Just a random reblog

Ask: ''Your voice is the most comforting thing I've heard today'' fluff prompt with bular an angry rock.

You met Bular months ago. Originally he was going to eat you but you had other plans. Said plans included punching a rock monster in the face breaking your wrist and cussing him out because of it. Bular decides then and there he wants you. Human or not you were the one for him.

He begins stalking you. Watching ehat you do day and night and trying to figure you out. He wants to know who you are, what your like, what you do. He finds out who your friends and family are and the more he watches the more he falls in love.

He meets you again. You hum as you walk into the woods carefree. He comes up to you and you look like your about to deck him but he lays flat on his stomach chuffing. He makes himself appear small and weak something he's never done and he stares up at you tilting his head as he watches you closely.

Gum Gums did this to appease smaller mates. To make them feel more at ease. He feels silly but he hopes it'll work.

You smile softly and he watches you laugh as you too get on the ground and lay your head in your arms. He chuffe surprised and stares at you intrigued.

"What are you?" You ask and he snorts blowing the hair out of your face. He blinks as he sees your eyes. Their beautiful. You're beautiful.

"I'm a troll." He responds and you hum nodding. Your eyes scan his form even as your hair falls back in your face and he reisits the urge to move it away.

"I'm (Y/N)." You introduce and Bular feels his face warm up. (Y/N) was a warriors name.

For the next couple months it's the same thing. You visit him in the woods and you two sit and talk for hours.

You bring him human things and the occasional small gift with treats. You tell him about your day and explain your life and all it's troubles. He brings you crystals and weapons as he attempts to court you. He doesn't know if you understand the intention behind this gifts but you always take them with a smile looking happy.

He had just fought against the child and his friends and lost. Badly. He underestimated Jim and he will not make that mistake again. He slowly crawls out of the canals and grunts in pain as he drags himself through the woods.

It's after he's almost felled, processing what could've happened. That the trollhunter almost kills him he realizes how much he loves you.

His body is cracked and broken, there are several parts of him which have turned to stone and his first thought should be going to the Order to get healed. But he doesn't want to go to the Order. He wants to go to you...

He's never come to your house. Maybe it's because he's scared. You always came too him. If you stopped coming it wouldn't bother him though he knew that wasn't true. He was scared that if he came to you and you turned him away it'd destroy him.

He comes to your house and knocks on the back door. He's broken, bloody, and cracked. Everything a Gum Gum shouldn't be. Everything he shouldn't show.

His hand is cracked and dry leaving troll blood in it's wake as he knocks. A second later and you've opened the door. You don't seem surprised that he knows where you live but you look worried.

You don't say another word and in a panic at seeing his wounds you drag him inside hauling hhim across your floor, cursing the entire way. He chuffs wishing he could help more but he is tired and he feels himself growing weaker. He chuckles amused watching as you run around collecting blankets, pillows, and anything soft as you make a make shift nest for him.

You sit on the couch and he falls into your lap hissing softly. You shake as you touch his cracked face and your hands wander over his damaged skin. You trace his horns and he watches as tears form in your eyes. He hisses as you touch something tender and you pull back but he whines longing for your soothing touch depsite the pain it brings.

"... what happened?" You mumble hands choosing to comb through his greasy hair and braid it rather than risk hurting him more. He chuffs burying himself in your stomach.

You do not know of the war. Of Gum Gums and the trollhunter. Of his destiny. Of his past and his history. And now is not the time to tell you. Now is the time to rest and heal.

"... You.... your voice is the most comforting I've heard all day..." He closes his eyes as he buries himself in you. He can hear your heart, feel you soul and warmth. He shakes as he realizes he loves you. As he realizes how much you'd hate him if you knew him.

"Bular... bular are you okay?"

He lays in your lap not answering. You decide to not keep talking and hum as you braid his hair. He inhales your scent. He would heal in time but for now all he wanted was you.

[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.

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

I'll never leave you again | Angor Rot

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CHAPTER ONE

- Angor - The trolless called out as she entered the cave she and her husband inhabited. Their previous cave had been raided by Gunmar's evil forces and the whole village had to flee and wander to find a new place to live. Away from the wars so that the children could grow up in peace, so that the parents did not have to worry about whether their children would return home, or whether the older trolls would be thrown out of the house and beaten to death by Gummies who were looking for a moment's fun.

The woman's voice was strained and the slight breaking of her voice was audible to her husband. Nothing could be hidden from him he knew her too well however he did not avert his golden eyes from the preparations for the expedition - This is a bad idea - She interjected again the blue troll looked worriedly at her beloved sensing that his plan would not work out. She had always believed in her husband but now she doubted his idea undermining his authority as leader of the fallen village of Rot, some of the village managed to escape but some were not so lucky

Those who managed to escape followed the marriage worried, the little trolls cried and the mothers tried to soothe them the men tried to soothe the stressed women. However, the way towards the safe haven was long and hard and for this reason some trolls died on the way from exhaustion their loved ones were also tired, but they stubbornly went on - This is a very bad idea Angora - The woman pleaded the further her husband did not pay attention to her

Finally long light blue claws touched her husband's stony grey skin wrapping her hands around his biceps - Please listen to me - The woman almost begged him to listen to him walker for a moment, she did not trust the sorceress she wants to go to Rot.

- I cannot defend the village of Anoana - He finally spoke up seeing her beautiful green eyes in full view, she was not now wearing her familiar headband which has a tassel on the front covering her eyes and the back of her nose however the distinctive two black claws painted from the eye to the corner of her mouth were on her cheeks - This will help me gain more strength - He confessed facing his wife

Her eyes expressed great worry and concern at the same time exhaustion caused by the trek that had stopped two days ago. They were three days ahead of Gunmar's army, but nobody knew when they would find them again and kill everyone Angor did not want to let this happen again, he had to protect the people at all costs.

He could even give up his birthstone, his soul to protect his village, his people. He could give his life for the Anoana he loved in all worlds.

The light blue troll's lips parted slightly as she raised her hand to touch her husband's cheek, who almost immediately snuggled into her palm squinting and a quiet cat-like murmur issued from his throat - How am I supposed to defend my village when I can't even protect you? - He whispered opening his eyes to encounter cuts and bruises on her body most of the wounds were on her hands and arms, when those in need were helped to get up and walk on. She had a cut on her cheek from Gumm Gumm who attacked her when she tried to help a small troll escape from the village.

He let her out of his sight for a moment and when he heard her shrill scream he froze almost immediately, when he saw Gunmar's servant standing over her and aiming his sword at her wanting to kill her in one blow or inflict as much pain as he could before she would die, he raised his stone hand and ran his finger under the cut being careful not to inflict pain on her. He was worried too, but he did what he thought was right

- The expedition won't take more than two days, we'll still have a day's head start on Gunmar before he finds us - He whispered and his eyes jumped from the cuts on her body to her green eyes

She clenched her jaw tighter looking at him almost appraisingly - Why don't you let me swim with you? - She whispered, coming closer to him - Let me help you - she whispered even more quietly than before raising her other hand to take both stone hands on his cheeks she had to stand on tiptoe to reach, Anoana and Angor were similar in stature they were almost humanoid, their bodies were similar to human bodies more than other trolls they were tall and slim but Rot was taller than his wife.

She barely reached his shoulder however this did not stop them from indulging in affection every day, Anoana gently tilted her head to get a better look at him from a different angle, she wanted to know the answer to her question. She could see Angor's thoughts churning as he thought of an answer that would satisfy her, he sighed heavily through his nose - It's dangerous you know that - He whispered, the woman's hands clasped tighter on his cheeks, he knew she did not accept his words at that moment - Someone must take care of the serfs while I am away - he added after a while hoping that his wife would loosen the grip on his cheeks

- In that case, don't go," she persisted, not wanting to let him go, sensing that something bad would happen. She would be angry with herself if something happened to him she could even say that she would never forgive herself for not being beside him when he gets hurt and vice versa - Stay. Angora please - Anoana still begged him hoping that he would change her husband's mind but she knew him too well and for too long she knew that he was stubborn and wanted to do well, but the black nightmare was standing over her trying to warn her of the danger that was just waiting for her attention Angora

- It will be alright, love - he whispered lifting her chin gently to press his nose to her forehead - Before you know it I will be back with magic and we can live without fear of Gunmar finding us and killing us - he whispered into her forehead, she closed her eyes feeling his nose pressed against her forehead before she had time to respond or enjoy the touch that was meant to reassure her he moved away tucking the last things into the pouch in his belt.

- If I do not return in two days, find a market and stay there with our people - whispered Angor standing at the exit, he was worried about his wife, he could not imagine how she was worried about him but he would not like his nightmare to come true, if Gunmar attacked again he would not have enough strength to fight back. He would not want his wife to die in agony as well as his subjects, he was worried about everyone - It is safe in the market place, please go there with our subjects - he added after a while

- As soon as you are in the market place I will be waiting for us there - He confessed without giving her room for argument or any other words she looked at the ground when he said this without being brave enough to look at her worried green eyes. When he finally got the courage to look at her one last time she said nothing just watched him walk away.

As he looked ahead, as he walked through the middle of the temporary encampment his people had set up he could feel their gaze on him as they looked at him in awe of his courage and sacrifice, no one else would ever dare to look for Morgana. No one would ever dare to ask Morgane for the power she possessed.

As Angor passed through the camp every Troll when they saw the leader bowed gently but this time everyone knelt on one knee lowering their heads low in homage to him and silently conveying their gratitude that he was trying to help them even at the risk of his own life. Even if his wife does not like it and is forced to watch the stature of her beloved disappear somewhere over the horizon.

- I didn't believe you would let him go - A voice beside Anoana spoke up and footsteps approaching her made her realise that her best friend stood beside her as she stared dully at the horizon behind which Angor had disappeared, she didn't even know when the sun was slowly setting - How are you feeling? - Asked quietly Idun gently stroking her friend's shoulder looking with worried eyes as Anoana started to look around realising that she had been standing in one position for hours and was still looking at the path that Angor had followed

- Hopeless - Anoana wheezed, turning her head towards Idun she was young she had dark purple skin and her long black hair was tied in a high step that filled the space between her horns which curled at the ends in spirals. Idun stood out from the other girls, she wore dresses that had cuts on her thighs and on her shoulders she constantly wore a belt in which she had various vials of healing potions and poisons pinned. The time of war has caused the young troll to carry vials with her every time she will be able to defend herself however they are usually hidden in a pouch clipped to her belt. On her back was often a bow, which now lay safely in her temporary shelter but still close enough to the weapon to reach for it as quickly as possible during an attack.

Indun had violet eyes of exceptional beauty, however, she was personally ashamed of them, as it was rare for a troll to be born with violet eyes - I don't know how to feel - Mumbled the older woman after a while, Anoana was older than Indun by at least a hundred years but the two women were friends and were inseparable sometimes Angor claimed that Anoana adopted Indun, as the younger troll was more willing to be in the company of his wife than his own parents.

This made Angor feel jealous at times, however, he would not admit to wanting his wife's attention so much and not wanting to share it. It's not that he didn't like Indun hell he liked this kid he taught her how to hunt and cook good food optionally weaving in teachings on how to be a good leader and how to be a good troll. Anoana and Angor acted as parents in Indun's life without even knowing it the young troll suffered when they weren't there, the purple troll's parents weren't the best or the worst she herself didn't know at what level to define them as they didn't give her the attention the young troll needed

They were not interested in what she was doing all day long

They were not interested in what new things she learned from the village chief

Her parents lived their own lives and all she could do was feel like a fifth wheel but Angor and Anoana effectively made her find the light in her life again and every day she stood with new hope that Angor taught her something new and maybe Anoana would take her with her to look for ingredients for potions or they would learn new spells together.

- Do you think she will get what she wants? - asked Indun quietly, worrying about the older troll as much as Anoana who looked again at the horizon of trees behind which Angor had disappeared. The trolls had a problem with sunlight because as soon as the sun's rays fell on their stony skin it painfully burned their skin turning them into real stone taking away the colour of life that had previously shone in their eyes, which would later turn into grey and emotionless stone - Is Morgana even alive? Does she exist? - asked the younger troll, stopping from foot to foot

- They say that Morgana fell into the ocean because of King Arthur, there is no chance that she will survive - muttered Indun, looking at the trees, in whose shade they would hide to protect themselves from the world and the sunlight. Anoana shook her head - Don't believe these rumours sun - confessed quietly Anoana turning her body towards the younger troll putting her hand on her shoulder for Indun to turn towards her - You see, before Gunmar attacked our village we fished a man out of the sea - recalled the older woman correcting the belt that was wrapped around the younger troll's shoulder - We said a prayer for the man to survive and the goddesses of this world would make her still alive –

- Did they succeed? Did they bring her back to life? - Indun interjected by tilting her head tightly clenching her jaw. Anoana merely smiled and shook her head

- 'It was the decision of the goddesses we have not been able to see if they restored the soul of the woman from the sea,' Anoana confessed quietly, she lifted her hand from the younger troll's shoulder and embraced her cheek stroking the stony skin beneath her eye - 'But we believe that the woman found renewed peace in the world of the living or perhaps she only now knew peace in the world of the dead,' whispered the older troll, she leaned over to press her forehead against the younger troll's forehead - 'And you believe it,' she whispered closing her eyes

Indun looked for a moment at Anoana who presses her blue forehead against hers, the younger troll followed Anoana's lead and also closed her eyes - Of course - whispered the younger troll, after a few seconds they moved away from each other - So now you are in a leadership role? - asked the teenage troll curiously - You mean I can be your right hand? - Indun raised an eyebrow and Anoana dryly giggled while shaking her head

- 'You're too young to be my right hand,' the older trolless giggled as she headed towards the other subordinates Indun took one last look towards the forest sighing heavily at Angor's departure from the village, the young troll hoped that Rot would find what he needed and that the legend of Morgana would not be a mere fairy tale to keep the spirit of the children to believe that there was still magic. The young troll turned on its heel and with long and quick steps tried to catch up with Anoane without having to run up but failed.

- So what is the plan? - asked Indun as she followed the older woman, looking under her feet to avoid falling over tree roots

Anoana only sighed heavily - He instructed us to go to the market place - she confessed quietly - That is reasonable. He said that by the time we get there, he will be waiting for us there - with that the time leader muttered - It makes sense, it will take us two days to get to the market and he will have time to get the magic from Morgana and come back - Anoana shrugged her shoulders wanting to believe what he was saying but stress and uncertainty coursed through her veins as she thought about it more intensely

Indun followed Anoana seeing her shoulders tense and her back as she artificially straightened up pretending to be calm and everything was going according to plan however Indun knew that Angor's wife was worried about him and the expedition he had not taken her on with him. The younger troll watched as the blue trolless moved by the villagers ordering them to get ready to go to the market again, Indun only watched as Anoana began to rule this temporarily over the people of the fallen village of Rot.

The younger troll swallowed hard and went off on her own to pack up her belongings left over from Gunmar's raid on the village of Rot, it is not that Indun did not want to comfort Anoana or see that the older troll needed it, but she began to think that her words would be unnecessary and Anoana would not accept help anyway to calm her thoughts and satisfy the storm that was coursing through her veins.

[uniquely-mystical03]

For the toa ask reader, could you do little whelp Bular asking his father Gunmar about his mom remembering how he meet s/o who is Bular mom, how they fell in love but also remembering Gunmar finding his wife dying and try to tell her that she going to be ok but she said her last word to Gunmar and die.

*Flashbacks are signified by words in italics*

(Your Name = Y/N, Your Title = Y/T, Your Weapon = y/w, Your Height = y/h, Favorite Color = f/c, Eye Color = e/c, Hair Length = h/l, Hair Color = h/c, Favorite Gemstone = f/g/s)

“Father. Father, wake up!” Gunmar groaned as he was awoken from his slumber, only just slightly aware of the small weight on his arm. Peaking his eye open, Gunmar took notice of the little whelp staring at him eagerly, his tail wagging and mane puffed up at odd ends from his impatience. 

“What is it, my son?” Gunmar asked, a tired huff escaping him as he closed his eye again.

“Can you tell me about mother?” Gunmar opened his eye once more, lifting his head as he became fully awake. 

“What’s with the sudden interest?”

“AAARRRGGHH!!! mentioned her today in training.” Bular explained, sitting back on his haunches, “He says that one day, I’m going to be as strong as she was.” 

“Aarghaumont would know of such things for he fought alongside your mother and I many times.”

“What was she like, father?” Gunmar thought for a moment before shifting into a sitting position.

“Come here, my son, and let me tell you the story of (Y/N) (Y/T).” Bular immediately climbed into his father’s lap, eagerly waiting for his father to begin. “Now then, once upon a time…”

~~~

CLANG! RAAWR!

A troll flew across the arena and collided with a pillar, the beast of stone crumbling to the ground with a pained groan. Gunmar raised his sword high in the air, roaring in victory as his army cheered around him. He had been sparring with Gumm-Gumm after Gumm-Gumm for hours now, proving his strength. 

“Who’s next?” Gunmar called, glancing around at the trolls around him. “Who thinks they can best me, Gunmar the Black?” The trolls crowded around him glanced at each other, waiting to see who would challenge him next, but no one dared to step forward. “No one? Not one of you wishes to challenge-” 

“I challenge you!” Gunmar turned towards to owner of the voice. A female troll with a (y/w) had pushed her way through the crowd to stand in the arena with him. She was a (y/h) troll with (f/c) skin and (e/c) eyes, her (h/l) (h/c) hair pulled back into a braid (if you have short hair, just leave it down). 

“And, who might I have the honor of defeating?” Gunmar asked, eyeing the troll as she made her way to the center of the arena.

“I am (Y/N) (Y/T), and it is you who shall be defeated, oh great Skullcrusher.” the troll claimed, bowing in a mocking manner. Gunmar narrowed his eyes at her and smirked, brandishing his sword.

“Do your worst.”

~~~

Gunmar sat atop a small boulder, his back against the tree as he sharpened the blade he held against the stone of his forearm. He was being patient, but he wasn’t entirely sure how long that would last. As confident as he was in his decision, he had never seen something such as this to be in his future. To have it now…

“Gunmar?” a voice called from further within the woods. Gunmar stopped what he was doing and turned to hide the blade in the hollow space within the tree. 

“I am here, (Y/N).” Gunmar called back as he picked up his own sword and started to sharpen that. (Y/N) emerged from the trees a few minutes later, a smile on her face.

“Here you are. I was beginning to think you had forgotten me.” (Y/N) teased, making her way over to him. 

“I would never do that.” Gunmar argued, glancing up at her. She smiled in return. Then (Y/N)’s gaze fell to Gunmar’s blade, watching him sharpen the blade before glancing up to meet his eye. 

“Is something wrong?” (Y/N) asked.

“What makes you think that?” (Y/N) arched a brow, gesturing to his sword.

“You only sharpen your blade like that when you’re deep in thought.” Gunmar glanced down at his sword, a huff of laughter passing his lips.

“Am I truly that predictable?”

“Only to those who truly know you.” (Y/N) clarified, sitting on the ground beside him. “Now, what’s troubling you?” Gunmar hesitated before stabbing his sword into the ground, turning to face (Y/N). 

“We have known each other for many years now, fighting battles and destroying our enemies together.” Gunmar claimed, reaching for the blade within the hollow. “No matter what occurs, I always know that I can count on you.”

“Gunmar…” (Y/N) started, but trailed off when Gunmar brought out the blade. It was an onyx blade with (f/g/s) embedded in the hilt.

“I want you to rule by my side, (Y/N). Now, and forever. You can be my dark queen.” Gunmar said, presenting the blade to her. “You’re always talking about being mated and starting a family. I want that too. With you. So… What do you say?” (Y/N) silently stared at the blade and for a moment, Gunmar worried that she would say no. Then, (Y/N) reached forward and placed a hand on the smooth surface of the blade, her gaze meeting Gunmar’s.

“I would love nothing more than to be your mate, oh great Skullcrusher.” Gunmar beamed at her acceptance and leant forward, bumping his forehead against her’s.

~~~

“(Y/N)!” Gunmar bellowed, turning wildly in every direction as he searched the battlefield for his mate. Bodies lay scattered all around him, troll and human alike. He could see his men searching through the destruction for their injured as well as any humans that remained alive. Most of the fleshbags had fled, but not before dealing a blow to Gunmar’s own people. 

“Skullcrusher!” Gunmar turned upon hearing Aarghaumont’s call, catching sight of the brute just at the edge of the carnage. He was holding up a blade for Gunmar to see… An onyx blade with (f/g/s) in the hilt. 

“No…” Gunmar rushed over to Aarghaumont’s side, slowing to a stop only when his gaze fell upon a (f/c) skinned troll lying on their side in the grass, their back to him. Gunmar slowly approached the troll, his eyes roaming their form as he crouched beside them. Their back was littered with cuts and gashes, the wounds already hardened into solid stone. Hesitantly, Gunmar reached forward to grab the troll’s shoulder, tugging them gently so that they rolled onto their back. Gunmar’s eye widened upon seeing the large gash marking (Y/N)’s chest, the stone that was already covering the wound now creeping across her skin. 

“Gunmar…?” Gunmar’s eye shot up to (Y/N)’s face, locking his gaze with her’s.

“(Y/N)! It’s going to be alright. We’ll get you a healer.” Gunmar said, trying to reassure himself just as much as her. Gunmar turned to Aarghaumont, an urgency in his expression. “Aarghaumont. Get the healer.”

“Gunmar… Don’t-” (Y/N) was cut off by a violent cough, scaring Gunmar.

“Now, Aarghaumont!” Gunmar’s general immediately rushed off at his order, going in search of the healer. Gunmar turned back to (Y/N), taking her hand in his. “Everything is going to be okay, (Y/N). The healer will come and they’ll help you.”

“Gunmar… It’s too late for me…”

“No! Don’t say that! It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” Gunmar argued. (Y/N) smiled weakly, reaching a hand up to touch Gunmar’s cheek. Gunmar turned to look at (Y/N)’s face, his grip on (Y/N)’s hand tightening.

“It’s okay, Gunmar… I’m at peace…” (Y/N) claimed. Gunmar shook his head in denial, wanting so much to argue but the words were lost to him as (Y/N) started to speak again. “I want you… to promise me something…”

“Anything, my love.” (Y/N) took a deep, ragged breath, wincing from the pain she felt all over.

“Promise… you’ll keep him safe…” (Y/N) said softly, the stone creeping up her neck making it harder to speak. “Promise that… you’ll guide him… and love him… for the both of us…” Gunmar stared at his mate in confusion but said nothing, instead reaching up a hand to hold her’s against his cheek. “Promise me…”

“I promise, my love.” Gunmar claimed. (Y/N) smiled again, wincing slightly.

“I love you, oh great Skullcrusher.” Gunmar huffed in laughter, lowering his head to press their foreheads together.

“I love you too.” Just as Gunmar uttered those words, (Y/N)’s arm went slack, her hands going limp as her entire body turned to stone. Gunmar gave (Y/N) one final head bump before lifting his head, howling mournfully into the night sky. Aarghaumont returned sometime after with the healer trailing behind him and the two trolls, under Gunmar’s request, immediately got to work with gathering (Y/N)’s body and carrying her away. Gunmar picked up (Y/N)’s blade as he stood, following the trolls with his gaze before turning away, grief overtaking him. Gunmar was about to make his way home, not wanting to be on the battlefield any longer, when suddenly…

CRACK

Gunmar whirled around, brandishing his own sword as he searched for the source of the noise. His eye roamed the trees around him, his guard up. Gunmar was about to think that perhaps he imagined the sound when it suddenly came again.

CRACK

Gunmar looked down, the direction of the sound clearer now that he was paying attention to it. At the base of a tree, hidden under its roots, was a glowing red crystal, weblike cracks etching their way across its hard edges. Gunmar’s eye widened upon recognizing the crystal, the Skullcrusher immediately dropping to his knees as he ripped the roots from the ground, exposing the crystal. He watched the crystal as it glowed brighter, the cracks growing in number until suddenly, the crystal shattered in a bright flash of red light. Gunmar shielded his eye from the light, only lowering his arm when he was sure that the light was gone. Within the small space beneath the tree, lying among shards of the shattered red crystal, was a black puffball of a whelp small enough to fit in his hand. Promise… you’ll keep him safe… Gunmar realized then that (Y/N) had been speaking of the whelp that lay before him… Their whelp. Gunmar reached out as the whelp stirred, brushing crystal shards from the small creature’s mane. The whelp mewled at the contact, lifting its head as it slowly blinked its eyes open, the small thing squinting up at Gunmar. Small red and yellow eyes met the gaze of one neon blue eye and immediately the small whelp squirmed, trying its best to crawl out of the hole and towards Gunmar. A soft smile graced Gunmar’s lips as he reached down, picking the whelp up by his scruff and carefully placing him in the palm of his other hand. The whelp cooed happily, bumping its head against Gunmar’s claws. 

“I promise…” Gunmar murmured, lowering his head to bump his forehead against the whelp’s, the little creature cooing at the contact. “I promise to protect and guide you... I swear, for as long as I live, you will never have to be afraid.” Gunmar pulled away from the whelp slightly, the little one reaching for him as he did, making him smile. “And, you shall always be loved, my little Dark Prince.” Gunmar leaned forward, allowing the small whelp to grab at his nose. “My little Bular.”

[rule-number-3]

A Welcome Distraction

With Killahead nearing it’s completion, Bular begins to contemplate a few things. He goes to visit an old friend to help take his mind off of his trouble.

Bular x Troll!Reader Insert

Warning: Canon typical violence. An unidentified animal gets attacked in this.

A steady breath left your stony lips, mixing with the frigid air surrounding you. You were still and quiet – unmoving as if frozen in place. A lesser being might have very well been if they were in your position. The north was a cold and unforgiving home, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The scarcity of food and the harsh environment – learning not only how to survive here but to thrive made you strong. You lived for the challenge.

You waited patiently; eyes laser-focused on the beast circling the precarious pile of fish you’d left. It was cautious, but ultimately – like many others before it – would no doubt take the obvious bait. It was too easy, really.

For a moment while you waited for its guard to lower, your mind wandered back to your youth; back to the days when you could hardly carry a weapon let alone feed yourself. So weak, you were. So pathetic. You’d almost lost yourself completely wallowing in shame of the troll you used to be, but a subtle movement from your prey quickly brought you from your thoughts. Its head sunk down into the easy meal, allowing just enough of an opening for you to strike. The past could wait. Dinner was now.

You were quick and careful, mindful of the icy surface you were running on. The beast roared once it noticed your presence, but you roared louder. It fought for its life, but you fought harder, overpowering it, and securing another meal. You loaded it onto your sleigh and started for the mountains you called home.

In the dead quiet that surrounded you as you moved, your mind began to wander once again. You remembered back to when you were but a hatchling, small and fragile. So much so, that many believed you wouldn't even make it to adulthood, but you were nothing if not stubborn. You grew stronger with every passing day, fighting for your very life as if any day could have been your last.

Left without a home after humans raided your village, you wandered right into the arms of the Gumm-Gumms. You’d heard terrible rumors of them and their tribes, but the other trolls weren’t doing much against the fleshbags – a few had even turned you away, fearing that you’d just bring trouble with you. The Gumm-Gumms, however, were strong, they were proud, they were fierce, and they needed fighters. If anyone or anything could mold you into a warrior, it was them. If not? Well, you’d take that chance.

 -CLANG-

You had just barely managed to draw your weapon in time to stop the blade coming for your neck. A second sword came close to your abdomen, but, with a bit of help from your tail, you’d managed to push yourself backwards, sliding away just enough to put some distance between yourself and your attacker. You both hunched over on all fours, patiently waiting for the other to make the first move. Yellow and red eyes were locked with your own, fangs bared and body tense. Your opponent charged first, head and horns ramming directly into yours. You took the hit head-on, only sliding back a little due to the force. Your claws dug into the dense ice to keep you from moving back any further as the two of you locked eyes once more, pushing up against one another in a battle of dominance.

A beat of silence and then you laughed.

“You know, most trolls just say ‘hi’ when greeting an old friend.” You joked before dislodging yourself from the troll before you.

He stood up as well, a satisfied smirk on his face as he sheathed his twin blades.

“You were distracted. Seemed like the best way to get your attention.”

Bular the Butcher, slayer of Trollhunters, son of Gunmar, and warlord in his own right. Most others wouldn’t dare to so much as speak OF him, let alone to him. Yet, here you were, ushering the Dark Prince to your home for dinner with a smile on your face.

Bular followed you to your den deep underneath the nearby mountains. He never understood why chose such a wasteland for a home. The snow and ice were hell to traverse without practice – not that he would ever show his discomfort – and the cold could take its toll on even the hardiest of trolls. But, you always were a survivor. A fighter. Even in your youth, you always had to take on the biggest fights, no matter how outmatched you were. And you always came out on top.

It’s why he respected you. You were a true warrior in every sense of the word, and he enjoyed your company more than he’d care to admit.

“It’s been – what? – 3 decades? Four, now, since your last visit?” You noted, trying to strike up some casual conversation to fill the empty silence for the time being. “You been well?”

A frustrated groan at your last question gave you a good idea of what the answer was.

“I’d be better if the changelings weren’t taking their sweet time,” he huffed. “Having to work with those impures is-" Bular stopped himself, unable to find the right word for how utterly irritated he was at having to partner with lesser beings.

“Stricklander giving you a hard time, again?”

“He knows nothing of respect! Always undermining me and my word. When my father returns…” Bular let out another frustrated growl. Nothing could draw his ire like the uptight changeling did. He felt ready to tear the head off the nearest living being. Probably would have, too, if anyone but you were nearby.

You stopped walking to put a hand on his shoulder. His mood eased a bit at the reassuring gesture “He’ll get what’s coming to him when the time’s right.” You assured him. “For now, at least he’s being useful.”

Bular hesitated for a moment as your hand made contact with his arm, but he eventually shrugged you off and continued onward into your den.

Dinner was just as every other time Bular appeared; you fought over the largest pieces of meat even though it was your kill, reminisced on your days training together, shared stories of combat, and pondered the fate of the rest of the Gumm-Gumms who'd just barely escaped Killahead and the Darklands.

Originally, you and the others had stuck together, but as time ticked on, some got bored of waiting for their "eternal night" and moved on. A few had remained loyal, but laid low to avoid any suspicion. You'd love to say you, too, had gotten on with your life, but time and time again, you and Bular crossed paths even before you settled down. You had no partner or whelps to call your own, but you had a home and were happy and alive.

Bular had stayed with the Janus Order, ensuring they never strayed from their mission of reassembling Killahead and bringing back the King and your allies. He hated working with the "impures," as he called them - something he made sure to tell you every single time you met. Stickler, especially, as the changeling had a tendency to forget who was serving whom. You’d only ever met him once and could tell he had quite the high opinion of himself. Too high, according to Bular.

"If he wasn't so vital to father’s return, I would rend his head from his shoulders the next time he dares opens his mouth."

"Better not let him hear that. Doubt he'd ever stop reminding you."

"He knows it already! That's why he purposely pushes me! Every turn and corner, I know he’s plotting something behind my back. He thinks too highly of himself.” Another roar of frustration as Bular tore into his meat as if it had been the one who personally wronged him.

"So, is that what brought you here? Just needed a break from Mr. High ‘n Mighty?”

There was a pause before Bular spoke again. "I needed to be around someone who knows respect." Another silent pause. For a moment it seemed like there was more to say but Bular just dug back into his meal.

"Enough talk. I'm still eating."

You rolled your eyes and shook your head but honored his request.

You did respect your Prince, naturally, but you also knew him so much better than any other underling probably should. You grew up together. Trained together. You could almost match him in a test of raw strength; you even bested him a time or two in the ring when you got lucky. When Bular was given his first solo mission, you were made his second in command on his squad. You knew Bular and quiet wasn't exactly his style. You considered bringing that up, but you learned a long time ago to never bother The Butcher when he was eating. It was a good way to lose a limb. So, you sat quietly and finished then cleaned up while Bular was still sulking. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he mulled over whatever was eating at him. You could only stand so much of your closest companion's brooding. 

You stood in front of Bular with your weapon pointed directly at him. He looked at you with a curious expression on his face for a few moments then narrowed his bright eyes. A hand reached behind him and grabbed one of his swords and you led him out to the training ring.

There were no words exchanged, just blows. Metal scraped against metal. Stone against stone as you clashed. You'd almost always been just shy of beating Bular, but, this time, he was being sloppy. You'd been able to pin him down twice, but he refused to yield, only getting angrier the longer the fight went on.

"This is getting a little too easy, Bular,” you teased. “Have you been slacking?” You normally knew better than to prod the bull, but something really was bothering him, and this was the only way you knew would get him to talk. Bular let out a low growl as your blades clashed and you pushed against one another.

“Or are you just distracted?”

No response. He glared you down and huffed hot air from his nose into your face. You both pulled back and clashed once again. And again. And again. At some point, you’d both lost your weapons and were grappling, hands interlocked, and horns pressed firmly into one another. So focused he was on you, that he hadn’t noticed your tail slithering to his ankle until you’d already gripped it and was flipping him over onto his back.

You pressed your knee to his chest and kept him pinned down against the snow until he stopped struggling.

“Hrmph. Yield.” Bular forced out quietly, head turning away from you. Not once had he ever uttered that word. Not to you. Not to anyone, even when he was beaten. He’d just growl and pout. Your eyes narrowed.

“All right, now I definitely know something’s wrong.”

You removed yourself from on top of him and held out your hand to help him up, but he didn’t accept it. He stood on his own and shook the snow from his mane and shoulders while you crossed your arms and shook your head.

“Come on, spill it. What’s on your mind?”

Bular was hesitant. He looked back and forth between you and the ground, still glowering. Even he wasn’t sure how to process all those pesky… feelings… going through his head. If there was anyone he felt he could trust, though, it was you. The only troll left in this realm he felt comfortable, almost safe with.

Bular looked to you. You stood quiet as the snow gathered around you, waiting patiently for his response. He turned his back to you, facing his swords gleaming in the snow.

“I don’t… hmmm… I just want my father to be proud of me.” He forced out.

You kept quiet, allowing him to continue at his own pace. He could see your face behind him, though, clearly caught off guard by the admission. Bular’s shoulder sunk as he picked his blades up.

“I failed him at Killahead. I let what was left of his army fall apart. It’s been almost 1000 years and I still haven’t brought him back. I’m not even the one calling the shots, the impure is. I haven’t even conquered my own land all because it might interfere with his plans.” You could hear the awful, unfamiliar mix of shame and regret in his voice.

This was all the impure’s fault. He was too mouthy. Bular knew he shouldn’t let anything the disrespectful stooge said get to him, but his mind had been reeling since their last conversation. What HAS Bular done in all these years, exactly? What does he have to show for himself when Gunmar returns?

It was a rare, honest moment of weakness. You hadn’t seen him so… low… so sullen and introspective in almost a millennium. You should feel honored he would let his guard down so much with you and be so open, but something just didn’t feel… right. Unsure of what else to do, you punched his arm, earning an angry grunt from him.

“Oh, come on. You really think your father wouldn’t be proud of you, right now?” When he didn’t respond, you continued. “Who’s was it that took down every troll hunter unfortunate enough to cross his path? Who’s been keeping the changelings from straying away from their mission, making sure Killahead is reassembled? Who reminds everyone that the legacy of Gunmar the Black still lives on with his very presence?”

You gripped his shoulders, a proud smile on your face as you looked him dead in his eyes. “You’ve been nothing but loyal and have done everything in your power to ensure that not only will the king return, but that he has an army at the ready.

Plus, he’s your dad, of course, he’s gonna be proud of you. I know I am.”

That last bit is what really caught his attention. Now, it was your turn to avoid his gaze. You released his shoulders and turned to pick up your weapon.

“I, uh-, I just mean. Well, I’ve known you for a long time. I’ve seen the warrior and leader you’ve become.” You felt your face warm despite the cold. You kept your smile up, only now you felt just a bit more awkward. You grabbed your weapon from the ground and bowed to your dark prince. “It’s been an honor serving you all these centuries, my liege, and when the time comes, it’ll be an honor to fight by your side once again.”

Bular stared at his reflection a little longer before sheathing his swords and turning to you. He stood upright with puffed his chest out and a fierce expression on his face. Now, that looked more like the Bular you knew.

“Right! I am the heir to the great Skullcrusher, carved from his very own living stone! What have I to fear? We will reunite and take this world over together!”

You weren’t sure who this declaration was for – him or you. In any case, you were glad your little pep talk worked. And just in time, too; the snow was starting to pick up. Even you weren’t stubborn enough to stay out in a blizzard.

“We should head inside. I doubt defrosting his spawn is all that high on the list of things the king wants to do when he gets out.”

Bular followed you back to your home with a renewed sense of pride washing over him. And something else. Something unfamiliar, but not unknown. Perhaps there was something special he could show his father when they reunited.

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Maybe bular or draal with an insanely lucky s/o that brought them to a cool rock cave they luckily found and they end up spending the entire day there hanging out?

Bular

Magic was rare in this age and time. It was apart of his life simply because he lived around creatures that contained it and it existed in him but magic still flowing through humans was practically unheard of. Especially after Arthur's magic genocide in Camelot.

Luck. You were blessed with the gift of luck and before him you had never even realized it, thinking your good fortune was all merely a coincidence. Once you knew thanks to him it's like your powers amplified. Now every day was a new adventure with something good or extra lucky happening to you.

He liked to think it was your gift that kept him from eating you, but he knew the truth and the truth was he'd fallen for your charm and had no intent to ever harm you. So when you said you had something to show him, he obediently followed you.

You'd found a cave while walking in the mountains near the canals. The trek was long but Bular had to admit as he walkes into the large cavern full of glowing crystals he was impressed.

The crystals were beautiful just like you. Nuzzling you softly he purrs deeply in appreciation at being shown this. Smiling back at him the glow of the crystals reflecting in your eyes he wants to remember this moment forever.

Draal

Your magic was unexpected. As an ally of the trollhunters it was obvious strange things would inevitably happen but one of the Hunter's friends being magic was not even considered in the realm of possibility of what could happen with the new human hunter.

Your magic? Luck. Probability was always on your side and once your magic was discovered it became easier to use. With you on the Trollhunters side it wasn't long before the Order and Bular were suffering because of you and your probability.

Draal was fascinated with you since day one. Your magic, your involvement with Jim, and other things made him keep a close eye on you. You notice and slowly despite his hesitance you become friends.

One day while exploring the deeper parts of Trollmarket you find something no ones seen before. Excited you rushed to Draal's hut before dragging him with you to show him.

The crystals are different than TrollMarkets and glow with a softer light and aura. The colors are vibrant and rare, the crystals magic. As he looks at you with your wide smile and bright eyes taking in the treasure around the cave you found he chuckles. Nuzzling you enjoying the time you have together he watched the crystals flicker.

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Aaa I love ur x readers!

How about a Bular one. Where a reader has a bad day. And Bular comforts them?

( Bular is terrible at comforting people

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~ Your laying in the nest just staying there cause you don't want to move. Today was terrible and your tired of it. You just want it to be tomorrow. So you burrow in the blankets and just stay there for now.

~ Bular of course comes looking for you because he loves you but is bad at articulating it so he follows you around. He pauses when he sees you slumped in the blankets curled up in a burrito. He pokes you confused and huffs when you refuse to acknowledge him or say anything. He tries to drag you out of bed because its too early to sleep but you just start throwing blankets and pillows at him.

~ "I'm having a bad day okay?" You whimper and he pauses dropping you back in the bed. You whine curling back into your blankets and he chuffs.

~ He calms his assholery at least a little. Huffs and leaves you alone for awhile and tries to come up with ways to make you feel better.

~ After some time he comes back carrying a bunch of snacks. He dumps them on you before laying next to you rumbling softly. Poking out from the blankets you hum.

~ He lays down with you watching you eat snacks. Staying quiet as you sniffle and eat he cuddles close.

~ "Thankyou." He simply hums bringing you and the blankets and the snacks closer. If you need a day off than he will stay with you and support you. Sometimes your just tired.

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Bular watching (Y/N) sleep

Bular: You're so cute.

(Y/N) sleepily: I could kill you with my eyes closed.

Bular, lovingly: I know.

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Troll Dating Aesthetics 🗡

Draal: The smell of earth, long nights by a campfire, gazing at the stars whispering stories, weapons being forged, sound bouncing off cave walls, never wanting to let go, armor being made, wars being raged, grunts of pain, bandaging each other, headbonks, gifts of gemstones, whining for kisses, nearly being knocked over from happy nuzzles, joyful stories loudly shared in a pub, laughter at odd hours in the night, drinking contests, playful sparring,

Bular: Biting longing kisses, rough grabbing and wanting, quiet moments stolen under the stars, warm furrs and feather filled pillows, a cold tender touch in the middle of the night when he thinks your sleeping, a fire in your heart, swords clanking, knowing love is war, battle cries echoing for miles, caring for cuts and scratches, being held close and fearing letting go, tracing scars, metal dragging against the ground, blood dripping, orders being barked, secrets being shared, quick kisses given before long absenses, laying in the grass listening to each others heart beats and feeling alive.

Angor Rot: The smell of metal, the buzz of electricity, the sound of far away thunder, fangs against your lips, danger in his eyes, him humming in acknowledgement, old crinkling parchment and ancient spells, the crackle of a fire, languaes long dead, early golden light watched from the shadows, black roses, coins clinking, soft silks from far away lands, knifes shinking, dangling jewlery, the sound of carving rock, the lingering smell of spices and herbs, humming that takes you to a place far away and a time long ago, kissing old wounds, basking in the moonlight, hugs that squeeze until you can't breathe before a kiss that takes away the rest of your breath.

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Ok so, i have a little idea, basically: Bular our evil troll boy whith daddy issues has been having a really tough day, so he decided to go to a nearby florest, and in that florest there is a little lake where the most important thing in his life that he would never let anyone know abaut sits there admiring the starts just waiting for him, when his s/o(human) sees him they imediatlly know that the troll had a bad day, so s/o decides to cuddle whith him while quetlly singing and just enjoying his company, and it is times like this that make Bular think of how lucky he is to habe his little human whith him.

(This is basically confort fluff whith a little soft Bular, hope you have a good day!)

Ask: Oooh how about Bular reuniting with Reader after a long time apart? Like he was wasn't expecting it to happen but oop! Destiny has other plans for all the though guy attitude I still see him as a guy with a cat personalty lmao hot and cold

Combining these. Also I'm not crying at these asks shut up

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You pause as you hear the bushes rustling. You'd come here every night or every other night since you'd seen him last. Bular said it would be awhile if you we're ever lucky enough to see each other again but you never gave up hope.

Splashing in the lakes water you pause hearing loud thumps. Jumping up bare footed you stare before you smile at Bular as he appears through the bushes. He huffs at you and you frown seeing he's hurt. Holding out your arms gesturing for him to come closer with your hands he chuffs before limping towards you.

"My love..." He mumbles softly eyes wet with unshed tears and skin torne from battle. He smells like ash and fire and as you grip him tight and he holds you close you beg for him not to let go.

"I missed you. What happened?" You mumble burying your face in his chest. He signs long and tired and you feel the scars against his stone as he breathes. Putting his head over yours he cradles you close inhaling your scent.

"... War..." He mumbles and you know thats all the answer you'll get. Not caring anymore you pull away only to grip his broken horn in one hand and his oily mane in the other. Forcing your lips against his he hums accepting the affection he missed while he was gone and healing.

"I missed this." He rumbles against you and you smile before pulling away to laugh.

"I missed you." You respond chuckling as tears stream down your face.

"Don't cry..." He mumbles wiping your face with a claw to catch your fallen tears. "Don't cry my love... I'm here now." Nodding you lean up to kiss him again. He meets your lips holding you close before he pulls away nuzzling you. "Never again." He promises. Holding you tightly claws in your hair he purrs pressing you to his chest so you can hear each others heart beats. "I'm never leaving you again." Falling against the grass he smiles happy cuddling close.

"Never again." You respond agreeing he shouldn't leave again.

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Fluff fic about Bular trying to use human courting customs like flowers and a dinner date for the first time?

You're reading a book in the Orders expansive library trying to find a certain article when you hear the door open somewhere behind you. Thinking it's just another changeling you ignore it flipping through the pages until large thuds echo through the large space. Confused you pause your reading recognizing those steps. You'd never expect Bular to be a reader...?

Turning using your finger to mark the page your on as you close the book you jump seeing him so close. How could someone so large be so silent? His golden red eyes stare into yours before he chuffs. Opening his mouth a large rose bush with the roots still attached is dropped at your feet. Looking at the flowers before looking back at the prince you tilt your head leaning against the bookshelf behind you.

"Uhhhhh... hello Bular." You greet looking at the flowers before staring at the prince confused. Bular often sought you out but coming to the library was new. Waiting for his response he doesn't speak he simply nudges the flowers towards you huffing. Blinking surprised you stare at Bular. Were you missing something? "For me?" You ask in disbelief. He chuffs clearly annoyed and you quickly take a flower not wanting to insult him but unable to hold them all.

"Humans like flowers I've been told. And your half human. ... Mostly human. Part human. Humanish." He shakes his head and snorts looking away flustered. You nod holding the rose you'd taken close. The luminescent lights flicker above your heads and your eyes flash as you look at the dainty petals gently touching each one. Bringing the rose close smelling it you smile at Bular face becoming darker as you too grow flustered.

"I do like flowers." You hum. "Thankyou. Will that be all Bular?" You question confused on why he brought you flowers. Because humans liked them? What was that supposed to mean? Ever since you'd been assigned as his partner on a mission a few weeks ago he had been acting weird. Was he commending you on a job well done now that the mission was over? Or did these mean something else? Spinning the rose inbetween your fingers looking at him he huffs.

"Have dinner with me." He demands. Pausing you tuck the flower into your book before closing it. Staring at your boss you tilt your head.

"... Dinner?" You question beginning to realize his intentions.

"A date. A dinner date." Blinking in surprise your not sure what to say. That wasn't what you were expecting. A dinner date? With the skullcrushers son? Flattered but also concerned you wonder if this is a trap or if its genuine.

Picking another rose tucking the book that held your flower into your bag you pluck the thorns off the new plant before putting it behind your ear. Eyes glowing in interest you hum.

"I don't happen to be the dinner do I?" You question playfully. He snorts and you chuckle allowing Bular to lead you towards this supposed dinner date. "I was just asking." You tease. He chuffs rolling his eyes at you before he smiles.

You smile back heart fluttering. You had some lingering feelings from the mission but to think it'd lead to this... to a dinner date with the skullcrushers son?

Straightening your posture you feel the rose to make sure this isn't a dream. Touching the petals you know it isn't. As Bular glances at you you glance back golden eyes meeting golden eyes. You guess there were more absurd things...

After all love had many forms and formed between many people. If Bular could research humans courting methods you could accept his affections. Especially since you felt the same.

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How would Bular react when he found out that s/o is a mermaid.

~ Bular had stumbled across you in the woods one evening. You were deep in his territory and seemed confused by him but not scared. You were an odd human and you intrigued him, so rather than eat you he somehow became friends with you. Weeks went by and months past and he still hasn't esten you. Slowly the troll realized he didn't want to be your friend, he wanted something more. So one day as you lounged under a tree together near a lake you seemed to like, he asked you if he could start courting you. His heart fluttered when you joyfully said yes.

~ Ever since your relationship got more serious Bular starts noticing things that concern him. You'd been secretive ever since your relationship started. So had Bular but he was a warlords son, there were some things about him he wasn't ready to admit yet but You... Your behavior worried him. You would leave at night and not return to the Order until morning and when you talked after disappearing it felt something was off. He suspected you of lying about something and it was making him anxious. Anxious and angry.

~ Bular feared you had another mate and were meeting them when you dissapeared or that you were conspiring against him with someone. He'd tried asking you about your nightly adventures and were you went (since that time should be spent with him), but you refused to tell him anything. You weren't rude about it and but you wouldn't crack either making Bular fear the worst.

~ He follows you into the woods on one of your nightly escapades but he loses you. He's a trained tracker who never looses his prey and somehow he looses you at the lake. Annoyed at your dissapearing act and feeling neglected he tries to hire changelings to find the truth. When that doesn't work as they always loose you at the river in the woods he's about to call the relationship off when you spill water on yourself during a date. Cursing and trying to wipe it off your too late as your sing song voice cries out in frustration. He blinks repeatedly and suddenly it makes sense. You have a tail. Your a merfolk.

~ When he sees you, the real you, he's absolutley enchanted. With your strong and scaled tail worn from the sea and time, your webbed fingers, your sharp claws, your prominent fangs, and your piercing eyes. You are divine and you are his. Your hair is braided with gold coins and seashells and your covered in dangly jewelry just like in your human form. You always smelled of the sea or river or lake and were surprisingly strong for a human, Bular finally understands why.

~ Bular is actually relieved your a merfolk. He thought he was falling for a sneaky and lying human, a disgusting creature beneath him that may not actually love him. But here you are, a magical being just like him. Sure your not a troll, your not made of rock, and your secrets not what he expected, but he loves you and he'll make this work. Even if it's a bit strange and even if its not what he thought he wanted.

~ Realizing your a merfolk and not a human he begins doing some research. Bular switches his courting tatics once he has enough information to please you. Merfolk give each other treasure and so he finds you every treasure you could ever love. Endless gold, priceless jewels, artifacts lost to time, ancient scrolls, magical objects, precious silks only found on land. Whatever you want he will get it for you. He also shows off his physical abilities by hunting for fish and ends up impressing you with his catches. He also has a pond put into his room next to his nest so you don't have to sneak off to sleep in a river or lake, you can stay with him.

~ The Prince of Darkness is not a huge fan of water considering trolls can't swim, so don't expect him to see you in your merfolk form much. He loves you more than anything but he will never go into the sea and your lucky if he'll dip his toe into a river or lake.

~ Eventually you ease him into the idea and bringing him to a river you sit him down before kaying behind him. Trolls often groom their mates and merfolk are the same. You wash his hair and chirp softly as you brush it excited trills leaving your throat as Bular relaxes and lets you work. When your finsihed Bular pulls you close and you embrace enjoying the cool water washing over you and the nice moonlight.

~ After grooming becomes a natural habit for the both of you Bular is surprised when you begin courting in bigger ways. Typically the providing partner in troll culture is the one who gives gifts while the other receives things but he isn't against the idea of You sharing your culture via your style of courting. You give him golden jewelry for his horns and rare fish for him to share with you.

~ Sometimes when your both alone you'll sing the songs of your people and gently caress his face before giving him a gentle kiss or two. He often drifts off to the sound of your beautiful voice and the feel of your smooth scales against his stone skin. As he dreams sleeping next to you he can't believe your not a siren because you have him enthralled.

~ He's not sure what attracted him to you but he's glad it did. He may not be able to experience your world but you can experience his and he's more than happy to show you his culture and heritage. He loves hearing about where you come from and your merfolk traditions and stories. He can't ever follow you into the sea but as long as your on land or in small bodies of water near him, he will keep you happy.

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Bular: If I was your husband I'd put poison in your coffee.

(Y/N): If you were my husband? (laughs) Oh honey if you were my husband. I'd drink it.

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Hello !, I love your writings and I have wanted to ask you for one for a long time but you had the orders closed, now that they are open, I would like to order one, maybe one where s / o and Bular are parents, and their son is a stereotype of a rebellious teenager and what it would be like to deal with it. (? ps: sorry for my lousy English.

Leaning against Bular after a long day you hum seeing he's upset. He grunts in response and you smile looking up at him. He chuffs staring down at you annoyed. Your hand reaches up and gently strokes his face before giving his horns a good scratch.

"He's a lot like his dad." You state knowing he's upset about the fight. Bular hisses and you chuckle still smiling even as your husband glares at you. "Boys will be boys Bular. Gunmar told me many tales of you acting the exact same way." You state with confidence.

Chuffing at you unhappily you lean up to give Bular a kiss. Getting up to leave he growls and grabs you, pulling you towards him. Not saying anything he hides the back of his head behind your neck, rumbling softly as he hides in your hair.

"Bular?" You ask quietly. He huffs pulling you closer. Huffing again he moves his head. He puts it ontop of yours and grumbles softly. "What was that love?" You question confused.

"... I was not this difficult for my father." He repeats and you blink before you let out a chuckle. He whines and you squeeze his hand, showing your being playful and that you still very much love him.

"No I agree." His tail thumps the ground as he purrs happy. Nuzzling you softly you smirk turning to give him a quick kiss before bolting upright. "Gunmar says you were worse." You state running off to find your son before Bular could catch you.

"(Y/N)!" Giggling you go into your sons room smiling softly as he grunts at you. He looked upset and hissed softly but seeing you were out of breath and smiling his tail wagged.

"Really again?" He asks. You nod a big smile on your face and your son huffs knowing you'd just teased dad and won. "My parents are weird." He mumrmers snuggling into his bed furrs. Walking towards your son you give him a forehead kiss and he rumbles happy.

"Yes we are. Dinner will be soon, please be kind to your father." Winking at your son he hums shifting.

"I... I didn't mean what I said." He states suddenly. You nod knowing he hadn't.

"It's okay. We'll talk about it at dinner." Giving your son his privacy you hear Bular huffing and decide to soothe your husband. Your family may act moody and be grumpy on occasions but at least you had each other.

[troublesometrollhunters]

can we get a romantic game of chase with bular? 'happy valentines day now catch me if you can' sort of thing. he'd enjoy that sort of thing.

Bular and you had been dating for months now. It was strange for him at first. Showing affection and caring for something but the more you showed your love the more he began to love you. You were truly his soul mate and in his eyes you could do no wrong.

That was a lie and everyone in the Order would argue that you in fact could do wrong and had done wrong but no one was about to bring that up with the prince of Darkness. You were Bulars mate and as such you were untouchable. That wasn't too say you didn't cause more damage than the Trollhunter at times.

Bular found himself getting used to your antics and slolwy he became endeared to them. It took some time but you waited and it worked. You'd melted his heart and he'd do anything for you. Sharpening his sword against his arm thinking of you he feels his face grow warm as his tail begins wagging a bit. You had such an affect on him he couldn't believe how much power you had sometimes.

Chuffing as he smells you Bular glances up. Think of the devil and they shall appear. But you weren't the devil. You were an angel sent to heal a monster.

His golden eyes meet your mischevious gaze and he huffs before tilting his head curious. As you step into the room it's clear you have some kind of plan. Wanting to see what you've got planned now, the young prince waits too see what you'll do. Walking up to Bular with your dazzling smile he hums watching you get closer. Motioning for him to lean down he puts his swords away before bending closer to you.

Purring deeply and closing his eyes as he waits for a kiss he's surrpised when he feels your tiny and warm hand gently smack his chest. "Catch me if you can!" You yell at him before taking off.

Blinking stunned the prince snorts before he lets out a little roar. You often engaged him in these fun games and he was more than eager to join, for you always gave him a prize at the end.

"(Y/N)!" Laughing as he bounds after you following the sound of your giggles you smile occasionally turning to look behind you. Changelings yell out as they jump out of his way. He snarls as his talons beat against the ground scratching the floor as he chases after you. Paper flutters through the air and files going flying as angry grumbling can be heard as he continues to follow after you.

Turning a couple corners and bumping into more than a few walls Bular huffs as he sees you run down a dead end. Out of breath and ready for whatever you had planned he finally corners you. Putting a hand over your body to keep you pinned the prince huffs tired from the hunt.

"My prize?" He questions knowing how this game ends. How all of them end. Smiling coyly you hum.

"Lean down." You plead and he chuffs unsure. Motioning with your unpinned hand for him to please do it he signs obeying. Your hand gently touches his horn giving it a good scratch. Purring as he leans into your touch you kiss him once he leaned in close enough. He stiffens surprised but melting into it he allows you to continue your weird human custom.

When you pull away he lets out a little whine but stops as you adjust to lean your head against his giving the prince a soft head bomp.

"You won." You hum still catching your breath after running and the kiss. Chuffing he picks you up and nuzzles into you. He had won and you were the greatest prize of them all.