#toa gunmar the black x reader

[yuki2sksksk]

I did some rough sketches from suggestions for your weapons, and this one is from the whip idea by @wildchild23 and @fayethefairyqueen (which I actually love as well cause I love whip weapon)

I kinda forgot to colour the whip with your magic colour but imagine it's a type of whip like weapon made of your energy magic.

Also a bit of a draft idea where you were the one who took one of Gunmar's eyes;

(this is set centuries ago and you're helping Angor Rot fight Gunmar while trying to evacuate the other trolls to safety.)

[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.

[fangirlingatstuff]

Man I just can never find anything on here

In todays episode of “I Cant Find This Fic I Like,” a Gunmar x Reader fic where reader is with him in the Darklands and gets a cut on her cheek

[troublesometrollhunters]

Hopefully I don't Frick this up again (Sorry again for last time)

I'm a big nerd for the villain love trope so, I put this to you.

Very strange romantic gestures that just don't translate to humans. Gunmar from ToA Wizards where he tries to court and woo a human.

Or Morando from 3 below trying to woo his love who is a big human nerd :3 go as romantic and sappy as you want!!

You nearly faint when you open your door and see a dead bear on your wooden steps. Living in the woods near Camelot, you were no stranger to wild animals but this was something entirely different. A bear? If it was sleeping you'd just let it be and pass by but a dead bear? How did this happen?

You'd come out of your house to check what the strange shuffling and thumping noise were from earlier and now you were regretting it. This poor creature. Observing the carcass your hand grazes over its soft furr and you pause realizing it was still warm. Had there been some sort of fight? Was it still alive? Poking it again you frowned, it wasn't breathing. Crossing your arms getting the strange feeling you were being watched you shivered and pushed that thought away trying to think of what to do with the bear. You supposed leaving it to waste away was a worse fate than its actual death. The meat and pelt would be valuable at the market and could give you the money you needed for moons to come, but how did this happen? And why?

Stepping around the bear and touching another part of it curiously you paused. At first you thought it looked like another bear had mauled it but these slash marks were so percise, the bear was hardly even hurt. Simply torne open from the belly.

Seeing that its heart was missing you swallowed nervously but chose to ignore the very obvious sign of danger. Stepping back around the strange anomoly your about to go inside and get all the supplies needed to properly skin and take the meat out of the bear as well as brainstorm how to move the damn thing to your shed when you pause. The... the night was shifting.

"Do you like it?" The voice is old and rolls over you like water over river rock stone. Something you'd expect from a fae and not a person. Though you supposed anything this strong and large couldn't be human.

Snapping your head up a beast three times your size towers over you with large imposing horns that touch the night. It's fangs gleam white like stars as hot puffs of air leave its mouth and you stare at its glowing blue eyes in surpise. When the shock wears off the stench of blood and the reality of the situation hits you making your head dizzy. You grip your door handle and stare up at the troll confused.

You knew they wandered around these parts but why did he give you this. What did he want?

"I'm... I'm sorry?" You question confused. Your mouth was dry and your voice was higher than usual. You felt your body was trembling but you tried to remain calm because he didn't seem to want to hurt you. As your eyes adjusted better to the darkness you looked at the bear before you than the troll.

"Humans give hearts to their beloveds. They hold feasts and dance under the stars to show their love. Is this not correct?" You supposed giving your heart could have several meanings but this was a bit out of your comfort zone. You hunted of course, everyone in the woods had too to survive. But this felt different somehow.

"I... I... Thankyou?" You question what to say before nearly passing out as the troll picks something off the ground and gifts it to you. Holding out your hands on impulse, something wet sticky and heavy is placed in your hold. Blood runs inbetween your fingers and you realize this is the missing heart you'd thought of when checking the bear.

"Your welcome." He leans in and you scrutch your eyes closed afraid this'll be your last breath and he'll kill and eat you but instead there's a pause. A soft gentleness. He sniffs your hair before he leans forward tapping his stone forehead to yours.

You open your eyes and stare into his beautiful blue eyes. His hair tickles your face and his stone is soothing against your skin. As your heart rate calms down you begin to breath in sync with the troll infront of you. What feels like lifetimes was only a minute or so but as he pulls away you want to grab him. Want to ask him so many things. Instead you let out a little squeak as he licks your forehead smoothing back some of your unruly hair and lets out a deep purr of satisfaction.

"My name is Gunmar." He states and you nod clutching the bear heart closer.

"... I'm (Y/N)." You finally respond cheeks pink from the contact you'd had moments ago. He rumbles happily in his chest before bowing his head towards you, his horns resting on either side of you.

"Until we meet again." And with that he turns away stalking off into the night. His horns are the last thing you see before he's gone and as he leaves all you can think about is how much you want to see him again.

Clutching the bear heart you chuckle. A little untraditional perhaps. But it would never be a forgettable memory.

[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.”

[thewildsophia]

Sorry not sorry, but it needs to be said: Gunmar is a dilf.

[troublesometrollhunters]

👉👈 Reader finding out trolls can purr when they’re happy, and trying to get Gunmar to do it?

Walking across the floor of the Order you peak around a corner before seeing Gunmar. Noticing he's alone you hold back a giggle your hand covering your mouth as you press yourself against the Orders wall.

Silently when you feel confident you'll stay quiet you creep forward sneaking up behind Gunmar. Jumping on the large troll wrapping your arms around him in a hug he chuffs amused.

"Hello (Y/N)." Snuggling into his furr he chuckles softly claws reaching up to grab your arms so you don't loose your footing and fall.

"Hi Gunmar!" You respond hanging onto his back with a loose grip. He shakes his head and undoing his claws you slide off his back. Looking at you he rolls his eyes seeing your smile.

"What is it you need?" He chuffs seeming curious. Tucking your hands behind your back you follow him a bounce in your step as you do so.

"Do trolls purr?" Gunmar snorts at this question. You were an odd human.

"They can." He responds as he continues to roam the Orders halls exploring the unique and vast underground structure.

"Will you?" Another snort, a sharper one as Gunmar shakes his head.

"That's an odd request." He wasn't sure why he hadn't killed you yet but honestly your antics were amusing. The warlord was tired and wanted fresh blood and human skin and yet he'd become endeared to you. You weren't afraid. In fact you were bubbly and every time you saw him you were happy. He doesn't hate the feeling of your smile.

"Will you?" You plead. He shakes his head no but you persist. Walking away with you following him he smiles.

Perhaps one day you'd hear the warlord purr. But for now he liked being able to tease you.

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Angor Rot: Don’t you think you have enough datemates? Your making a Harlem.

(Y/N) cuddling a sleeping Gunmar and a sleeping Strickler

(Y/N): No, why?

Angor Rot: What do you mean no, you have two!

(Y/N): There’s room for one more.

A Minute later Angor Rot has joined the cuddle pile

Angor Rot (grumbling): I can’t believe you talked me into this.

(Y/N): I barely said anything. :3c

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Trollhunters Villain Dating Aesthetics

Gunmar: The smell of blood, the roar of victory, swords clashing, armor clanking, meetings held in secret, plans whispered, claws that could rip you apart but gently touch, backstabbers, gleaming fangs, the dead of night with no stars no sound, red hot fire burning, a beast who haunts nightmares, a future generation of warriors, knowledge lost to the gods, tales of war, ancient chanting from a dead language, gifts of gold and jewels, soft furrs, declarations of love told before battle, war cries that echo like roaring thunder, scars and scratches, soft huffing, tender kisses to rough flesh, the promise of glory.

Ursuna: Scent of damp earth and old caves, demanding presence, a crooked crown, formal gatherings and elegant entrances, the slamming of a staff, fearful silence, diamonds gold and jewels, forceful kisses done in hidden corners, knowledge more vaulable than money, secrets more powerful than weapons, poison in an enemies cup, demands made and blood spilled, secrets, practiced smile, obedience or death, the distant dripping of water or blood, hidden glares, the threat of being exposed, grand speeches and thunderous applause.

Morgana: The smell of ink and old books, beautiful but deadly, hugs she never wants to end, glowing green eyes, the sound of a never ending gramphone, low chanting from faraway, cloaked in shadows and secrecy, moonlight magic, golden flames dancing at midnight, ancient spells, kisses that take away your breath, red roses dripping with blood, the silence before a storm, ancient languaes, blood curling nightmares, a cold bed, claws that dig into flesh desperate to hurt desperate to hold on, blood stained mouth and hands, riches beyond your wildest dreams, endless gifts at a price.

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Hello, sorry I’ve never done this before but could you do Gunmar or Bular attempting to court a human the gumm-gumm way, or more trollish way. Maybe even add a bit of a Valentine flair sense I don’t know how to do this...

X"3

Gunmar had admired you for some time. Something about your warrior spirit or your strong soul, he's not sure what drew him to you but now he's obsessed. Your stories of travel, your eyes that hold knowledge he wishes he could comprehend. The way you hold yourself while surrounded by monsters and creatures that could kill you in a second. He wants you, no needs you. He has to have you and he's willing to give you anything.

Now humans and trolls court differently, he knows this. But the warlord isn't sure how to court your way nor does he want to learn. If you are to be his mate he will do this the troll way as your an honorary troll in his eyes. He could fall for no less than himself so he refuses to awknowldge your more fleshy attributes. To him you are a being of magic and power not some fleshbag being held by the Order.

If you were to be his mate you had to be more than what you are now and he believed he could make that happen.

~~~

Trying to work you groan staring at the papers in front of you wondering how you got into this mess.

You'd accidentally discovered changelings when you met up with a distant cousin who'd contacted you. The Order needed new recruits and your cousin assumed you were a changeling in hiding. It turns out changeling blood ran in your family but you were never born with the changeling genes and there had been an assumption that lead to a big mistake.

Shuffling papers you sign not understanding how fate put you into this position but knowing you couldn't fight it. You were too valuable to kill with your skill sets and connections. Too hard to replace they whispered when they thought you couldn't hear.

As a reporter and a journalist you'd seen and heard some incredible things but you would've never guessed the rumors about Arcadia Oaks, California were correct. Rock creatures, shapeshifters, and magic beings did in fact exist and you somehow got caught in the middle of their world.

Relocated to this retched office where you could be watched but still work you hum trying to think of a cover story for some changelings mistake. Going from being a jounralist who exposed evil and traveled to find the truth too whatever illegal stuff you were doing now was ironic and absolutely cruel. Handling changeling affairs and cover stories when you should be exposing them. God had a sick sense of humor.

Bored as you read about a damn incident in Mexico sitting at your desk you blink unamused as a giant sword is dropped onto it. Not looking up you hear a loud grunt as a hot puff of air hits your face.

Oh it's him.

"Lord Gunmar." You should be surprised but he'd done this many times this month and at this point it was almost clockwork. The first time you jumped and been scared. Now you just waited for him to come than take his leave.

He growls when you don't pay attention. Signing you put your work down looking at the troll. He really should scare you but at this point you were so done with the world nothing phased you. Maybe you were still in shock.

Observing Gunmar he says nothing as his own eye peers at you. He towers over your form but you don't let that bother you. Your almost positive he had a soft spot for you. The reporter in you was still very active and often when you walked through the halls you heard changelings commenting on the way you treated Lord Gunmar. How you should be dead. But you weren't. A weakness they called you but you happened to think you could be a strength.

Honestly your entire life had been turned upside down and the world was a lie so a big growly troll that seemed to take an interest in you was the least of your problems as you planned an escape.

"A weapon." He states pushing it closer to you. Paper is scattered and a cup full of pens tips making them roll off your desk. Unphased and slightly amused at the mess you ignore it and observe the sword instead. It was a blade similar to the Decimar one he carried on his back, and yet you noticed it had some of Gunmars chest carvings on the hilt along with troll text. A language you'd barely learned to read in your captivity.

Picking the heavy sword up you wonder where to hang it. Just this week the warlord had brought you a pearl spear, an emerald longbow, a collection of ruby daggers, a golden sword, and an assortment of other weapons and treasures. Your office was almost overflowing with all the things he brought.

He was constantly saying how you couldn't protect yourself and needed watching. He'd follow after you when no one else was available, so you assumed these weapons were his way of giving you a defense or perhaps he was bored and liked to try and torment you. He didn't scare you thought so you doubted that was likely.

"It's beautiful Gunmar though I'm running out of space." You hum unsure of where to put this one. He huffs seeming to want more but you only give him an icy stare. He looks away chuffing and you smile mischeviously. Perhaps poking the bull wasn't the wisest decision but you had nothing to lose and it was entertaining.

"Do you like it?" He demands and you hum feeling the sharpness of the blade. You'd done an article about historic weapons and their meaning. A lot of weapons were actually given to men and woman as signs of courtship or respect. But Gunmar was a notorious human hater. He couldn't respect you and courting you seemed out of question.

"It's beautiful." You repeat. He snorts stomping his foot and you look at the warlord curious. He seems to wait wanting more. "... Is there something else you need Gunmar?" You question leaning the sword against your desk. He huffs glaring at you.

"You." He responds. Confused you stare up at him not expecting that answer. Had he said what you heard?

"Excuse me?" You question softly.

"You." He responds again and your left in shock. You? So he did like you? Smirking the warlord leans in close his one eye staring into yours. Huffing hot air in your face, you begin getting red.

He wanted you.

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Troll of choice assuming Valentine’s Day is the only day humans allow courtships to start so going all out, hardcore troll courtship style? Confusion/fluff/misunderstanding is the best combo

(Haven't gotten any Gunmar asks >:3c)

Your woken up early to Gunmar nudging you. Humming as you try and bury yourself back in the bed furrs he pulls at you. Squawking as your plucked out of bed he purrs craddling you close. Touching he face he leans into your hands happy.

"Morning." He hums. "I have some surprises for you." Not liking the sound of that you open one eye in morbid curiosity. What is your dark lord planning?

"Attendants will take you to breakfast I'll meet you soon." He promises before placing you down.

"Gunmar?" He hums and you give him a morning smooch. Chuckling he nuzzles you before he leaving.

~~~

As your eating breakfast you pause when Gunmars enters. His hands were stained red as he held something delicately in his massive claws.

"... Gunmar ummmm..." Holding the heart out you swallow taking it in your hands. Red drips between your fingers and it's warm and sticky.

"This is a fleshy symbol of love is it not? Only the best will suffice for my mate." Gunmar states proudly.

Staring at the bleeding organ nestled in your hands you hum. The blood was warm but the heart was cold. The heart was heavier than you'd expected.

"Do you require one that's bigger? Is it not too your liking I have other courting gifts." He huffs watching you closer.

Slightly disturbed but not at all surprised you smile at Gunmar before giving him a kiss. It's the thought that counts. Right?

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The trolls or changelings(platonically or romanticly) finding out their s/0 is a witch or demi god on Halloween because they were Ethier found doing spells to mess with little kids or fighting a monster

Gunmar

Gunmar has long known of humans who have the ability to cast spells and make reality bend to their whims. He however had no idea you were one of those humans. He fell in love with your spirit, your fire, and you passion. Now he sees where these things came from. You are a mage and within you flows the blood of thousands gone. You are magic and magic is power.

As you sit in the room he found you in he notices you reading a book far older than your kind. Your eyes glow with an old knowledge and he watches the pages of what your read come alive for you. The words change, ink dripping before it morphs and forces itself off the page. The inky blackness then seperates itself and becomes silhouttes of people and animals. He watches curiously, a faint smile on your lips as the story begins to act itself out for you.

He's never seen this particular trick before but it fascinates and intrigues him to no end. Coming closer the room smells of old paper, dried ink, fire, and faint magic. The floor creaks beneath him and you look up eyes still glowing. He chuffs at you curiously and you smile softly. Scooting in your nest of furrs you leave him room to lay next to you.

He obliges and a soft humming fills the room as you watch your story hands running through his mane. He is shocked you never told him of your gifts but it changes nothing. You are his and he is yours and he will always love you.

Angor

He's surprised after searching for you that he found you here.

He sees you dancing under the full moon chanting in tongues long forgotten by your kind as you attempt to summon something. There's runes and insignias carved into the ground and as you chant they begin to glow. The light reflects off you making you seem ethereal as your bare feet touch the wet grass. You continue chanting and dancing leaving him enamoured with how you move.

He watches from the bushes intrigued and makes a note to ask you about this side of yourself later but for now as the moon and magic makes your hair and body shine he smiles.

He has his suspicions on why you didn't tell him. After all he was once in love with Morgana and she was a witch. She betrayed him. Magic betrayed him and he was left hollow and empty.

But as he watches you he doesn't feel anger at your deceit but rather a soft burning in his chest. He felt satisfied. Content. Whole even. As he closes his eyes images of you dancing fill his mind. A smile plays at his lips and he chuckles softly before sinking back into the shadows. Mage or not you'd stolen his heart long ago and it was without magic.

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Ooooh can I get Gunmar "You have five seconds to put this on and I'm not turning around." ? It just oozes Gunmar to me.

Gunmar as you'd learned he was called shoves formal clothes at you. You stare up at him confused with wide eyes as you hold the clothing close. Your shaking.

"Please just let me go-" You beg but he snarls at you silencing you. Shaking Gunmar smirks as you stare up at him.

"You have five seconds to put this on and I'm not turning around." He responds. Holding the clothes to your chest you look at him face burning.

"W-what???" You demand. He leans close and chuffs blowing your hair out of your face. You wince and he licks his fangs staring at you.

You woke up here confused and alone after taking a walk in the woods. You don't remember what happened but clearly it was bad to wake up here. He snarls and you back up tears in your eyes.

"... Are you going to eat me?" You ask softly. Tears prick you eyes and he just tilts his head looking you up and down.

"No." He responds sharply. His blue eye bears into your soul and you swallow. He glares and you blush brighter holding the clothes close.

"Change." He demands. Not asks demands. Clutching the clothes close you don't want too.

"No I refuse-" He roars in your face and you fall to your knees sobbing. Gunmar snarls before nudging you up forcing you too stand. He reaches for the clothes and you take a step back. "Okay! Okay..." You mumble shaking.

He laughs and you look down ashamed. Changing quickly you blush as he stares at your exposed body. Satin now clings to your skin and jewels drip off the fancy clothes. When you've finished getting dressed he steps closer and nuzzles you.

"My love." He mumbles. You stare up at him confused and he smirks nuzzling into your neck. His hands grip your hips and he pulls you close making you squeak. He chuckles and begins nibbling your neck.

Squirming he laughs hot breath fanning over your neck.

"... There's no escape..." He hums sloppily sucking at your neck. Shivering he nuzzles you. "You are mine."

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“There is no escape. No matter where you go, I will find you!” Gunmar to human helping Jim escape the Dark lands. (Not enough gunmar love out there)

You'd fallen into the Darklands with Jim. You'd tried to grab him, too stop him from leaving but you ended up getting pulled in accidentally. You'd helped him hunt and train in the Darklands. If he was to take down Gunmar you wanted to see the brute fall.

Two weeks had gone by and Gunmars troops had captured the both of you. You'd been seperated but now here you stood in front of Gunmar the Black and in front of Jim. Clutching your battle axe close he laughs at your determination. He mocks your skills. Raising a weapon to him was foolish but brave.

You were a daring human he'd give you that.

He stalks you as you stand in front Jim. Jim laid unconcious head bleeding but he was alive and his armor was still on. Gunmar had sent something after him and sadly the creature won. Gunmar wanted you to see the Hunter fall but you'd grabbed a Gum Gums axe and now you stood tall facing the warlord. You wouldn't let Gunmar touch him!!!

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" You demand. He snarls and you hiss right back. He sees fire in your eyes and his heart stirs. He had to admit covered in soot and blood a battle cry coming from your lips and a weapon bigger than you but held with ease made you look like a warrior. Made you look beautiful...

Like a mate. Face flushing he snarls again trying to shake his head free of these thoughts but you just roar back. You charge him in his distracted state. Your axe hits his sword and it barely does anything but he feels the power of your swing and it makes his sword tremble in his hands. His eyes are wide as he watches you.

Your small harmless and yet you refuse to let that stop you. Blood and ash cover your face but you are left undeterred. Ypu hold a weapon that isn't yours but it weilded like your made it. A war cry spills from your throat and Gunmar watches as you swing again and again with no hesitation or remorse. You are a warrior.

His focus drifts from you when he hears loud clangs and bangs in the arena. He turns his head not paying you mind, that is a mistake he learns never to do again. Your battleaxe meets his face slashing above his good eye right as smoke fills the arena. Gum Gums scramble and confused roars are heard as everything is masked ina thick smoke.

In the confusion you grab the hunter and run. Gunmar vaguely sees you disappear before his vision runs black from blood.

"There is no escape!" No matter where you go I'll find you!!!" He roars into the darkness but he senses your long gone. All he had left of you now was a wounded heart, a scar over his eye, and a bloody battle axe axe to remind him of your power.

He didn't care if you were human changeling or troll. You had the heart of a warrior and you would be his. One way or another he would find you and you would be his.