#trollhunters 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

[random-fandom1984]

MASTER LIST

Request are open!

ALLOWED:

●Fluff ●Yandere ●Angst ●Crossovers ●Character x Reader ●Character x Character ●References to other fandoms ●Comfort ●Headcanons ●Reader/Character from one dimension/universe getting sent to a different one (tfp x tfa, trollhunters x zak storm, etc)

●others to be added

NOT ALLOWED:

●NSFW ●Pedophilia ●Incest ●Certain sensitive topics (rape, abuse, etc) ●Other's OC's (I don't have the confidence to do that)

I also have a master list of poems I'm making

Poems Master List

FANDOMS

Transformers

Tfa:

General: - Predacon! Reader in TFA

Optimus Prime - Wattpad Story: Deadly Voice - Yandere! TFP! & TFA! Optimus x Chubby! Gn Reader Ratchet Prowl Bumblebee Bulkhead Jazz Jettwins Ultra Magnus Megatron Starscream (+clones) Lugnut Blitzwing Blackarachnia/Elita-1 Grimlock Wreck-Gar Soundwave Longarm Prime/Shockwave - All It Takes Is A Potion to Show How Much I'm Obsessed With You Wasp/Waspinator

Tfp:

Optimus Prime - Yandere TFP! & TFA! Optimus x Chubby! Gn Reader Ratchet Arcee Cliffjumper Smokescreen Bumblebee - Bumblebee x SG! Cybertronian Reader Bulkhead Wheeljack Ultra Magnus Megatron - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Starscream - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Soundwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Shockwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Predaking - Decepticons Meets Sparklings 5t3v3(Steve) - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Knockout - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Breakdown - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Dreadwing - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Arachnid Unicron

Tfe

Optimus - Sparklings Megatron - Sparklings Bumblebee - Sparklings Elita-1 - Sparklings Soundwave - Sparklings Shockwave - Sparklings Tarantulas - Sparklings Terrans(PLATONIC ONLY) Swindle Starscream

Tfg1

Optimus Prime - Calling Optimus Prime Dad Prowl Jazz Bumblebee Ratchet Megatron Starscream Skywarp Thundercracker Reflector Soundwave - Soundwave x Cybertronian Reader Part 1 -Clinging to Sanity or Embrace the Fantasy (Yandere! Platonic! Soundwave + teenager! Reader) Shockwave Grimlock Unicron Other Autobots and Decepticons

Tfbw

Optimus Primal Rattrap Rhinox Cheetor -His Sea Goddess (Cheetor x Cybertronian Reader with an Octopus alt-mode) Dinobot Megatron Tarantulas Waspinator

Tfrid2015

Bumblebee Sideswipe Strongarm Fix-it Grimlock Drift Steeljaw Thunderhoof Fracture Underbite Saberhorn

TF1

Orion Pax/Optimus Prime D-16/Megatron B-127/Bumblebee Elita-1 Starscream Soundwave Shockwave Sentinel Prime

LEGO MONKIE KID

Mk Mei Red Son Jin & Yin Spider Queen Azure Lion Macaque Sun Wukong Nezha Syntax Huntsman Goliath (Strong Spider) Peng Lady Bone Demon Not Mayor

ZAK STORM

Zak Storm (PLATONIC ONLY) Cece Crogar Clovis (PLATONIC ONLY) Caramba (PLATONIC ONLY) Calabrass (PLATONIC ONLY) Golden Bones

Trollhunters/3Below/Wizards

Angor Rot Gunmar Bular Aaarrrgghh Blinky (Blinkous) Nomura Draal Krel Tarron & Aja Tarron (PLATONIC ONLY) Varvatos Tronos Madu Zadra Zeron Alpha Nari Skrael Bellroc

Cookie Run Kingdom

Gingerbrave (PLATONIC ONLY) Wizard Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Strawberry Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Custard Cookie Ⅲ (PLATONIC ONLY) Chili Pepper Cookie Licorice Cookie Poison Mushroom Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Dark Choco Cookie Red Velvet Cookie Pomegranate Cookie Dark Enchantress Cookie Pure Vanilla Cookie White Lily Cookie Hollyberry Cookie Golden Cheese Cookie Dark Cacao Cookie Princess Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Knight Cookie (PLANTONIC ONLY) Caramel Arrow Cookie Crunchy Chip Cookie Affogato Cookie Captain Caviar Cookie Black Pearl Cookie/White Pearl Cookie Shadow Milk Cookie Mystic Flour Cookie

Others to be added

Adventure Time: Fionna & Cake

Fionna Cake (PLATONIC ONLY) Gary Marshall Lee Scarab Prismo Simon (PLATONIC ONLY) Marceline (Vampireworld version) Bonnibell Bubblegum (Vampireworld version)

WHEN REQUESTING (More rules will be added later):

●Include the fact whether or not your request is platonic or romantic; If romantic, is Y/n or character in a relationship, and if not, who is the romantic interest(s)?

●Give me some of the plot of what you're thinking for your request. If you don't, and I don't know what you want it to be about, or I can't think of what to make up- Example:

Optimus x Reader. Angst. Reader is male.

I don't know what the plot should be, or what it should involve. Like, if it's good enough that I can think of what it could be, then yeah, sure, but that will be a rare chance with me. But if it's like this- Example:

Aaarrrgghh x Reader. Comfort. Basically, the reader has had a bad day at work/school, and the two of them just cuddle and enjoy the silence in each other's arms, slowly falling asleep.

Then I will be able to think of how it can go because you gave me what you want to include in your request, but now how, I will be able to get behind that.

● I can make the reader be based off of another character, like- Examples:

-Vox! Reader in Trollhunters

-Reader as Ratchet's little sister in Transformers: Generation 1

Anything! Whatever you want as long as it's allowed.

●If your request involves something that isn't allowed, then it will be ignored.

That's everything for now! Request away!

[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.

[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.

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gunmar (Tales of Arcadia)/Reader Characters: Reader, Gunmar (Tales of Arcadia), Minor Characters, Minor Original Characters - Character, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, wizard reader, Female Reader, Gray-Aromantic Gunmar, Gray-Aromantic Character, Interspecies Relationship(s), Interspecies Romance, Series: Wizards (Tales of Arcadia), Pre-Canon, Camelot (Tales of Arcadia), Going by Trollhunters canon Gunmar is OOC, He doesn't act like he wants to eat people, I forget if he wanted to eat people in Wizards, tales of arcadia secret santa 2020, Love Confessions, Angst with a Happy Ending, Gift Fic, POV Second Person Summary:

You are a wizard whose magic has been discovered by the people of your village. You are offered refuge by a Gumm-Gumm you meet in the Wild Wood.

Hi, @theragingtransfan! I’m your Secret Santa for the @toa-secret-santa​. Here is the Gunmar/Reader fic you requested; I hope you like it!

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[writings-of-a-daphodil]

Fire Keeper: Chapter 15

Douxie x fem reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist in bio!

Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures.

Chapter 15 summary: Just as you and Douxie get back to Arcadia the Eternal Night begins. 

You stroked Archie as Douxie drove the three of you back to Arcadia. It had been a pretty silent drive with you drifting in and out of sleep, but you were awake now and you and Douxie were singing along to some music you were playing via your phone.

It was a lot of fun and it made you even happier to see Douxie smiling again. You looked back out the window before he could catch you staring.

A new song came on and you began to sing, but your phone ringing cut you off. You unplugged the aux cord and answered it.

“Hey, mom. We just got back. We’re almost in Arcadia.”

“Y/n, something happened, can you come to the school?” She asked, her voice filled with urgency.

“Um, yeah. I’ll be right there.” You hung up and looked to Douxie. “That was my mom, something happened.”

“I can drop you off and then you can pick up your car tomorrow?” Douxie suggested and you nodded.

The two of you continued singing, but you were distracted by your thoughts. Your brain had decided to conjure up thoughts of all the worst possible scenarios.

Thankfully you didn’t have to suffer through the scenarios as you arrived at the school. You hopped out of the car and thanked Douxie.

You immediately sensed auras on the roof and while they all seemed relatively calm and a little anxious, you didn’t sense Jim’s.

You decided to forgo the stairs and you flew yourself up to the roof. You arrived to see everyone but Jim. Even Merlin was there, but you didn’t see your brother. However, you did see a troll in the eclipse armor. You stared wide-eyed at him and dove into his aura. If you peeled back a few layers you found your brothers.

“Jim?” You asked, alerting everyone to your arrival.

“Hey Y/n,” he greeted, smiling nervously.

“Are you okay?” You asked, concern for your little brother consuming you.

“Kinda,” he admitted and you ran over to hug him. Tears pricked your eyes when you realized how much taller he was now.

“What happened?” You asked as you pulled away from him, but you still held his hand.

“I needed to become stronger and Merlin did this.” He gestured to himself.

“But you were already great,” you whispered. You could sense the pain and fear and Jim’s aura and it made your tears run faster. The best word to describe your mood was ‘furious’ and the cause of your anger was Merlin.

You had been home for about three seconds and you were already ready to fight the old man. You were only holding back because you didn’t want to start something or upset Jim.

“Ah so this is the Trollhunter’s sister?” Merlin asked and you were seriously ready to throw hands. You had really expected Merlin to be cooler from what Douxie described.

You scowled. “I am, and not only that, I’m a sorceress.”

“Really?” Merlin asked, interest showing on his face.

“Yes, and what were you thinking? How could you do this to him?” You asked.

“I didn’t do anything. It was his choice, I just created the means. In the end you will thank me.”

You decided to be mature and ignore Merlin. It was the best way to calm down. It also helped when you remembered that Merlin was able to see the future. Maybe Jim becoming a half-troll was a good thing?

You turned to Jim. “Don’t worry Jimbo, you still have your looks,” you joked trying to make light of the situation.

He chuckled. “Thanks.”

You looked at the rest of the group and you noticed Strickler standing very close to your mom. You decided to be mature and read their auras before attacking Strickler and you were presently surprised to sense forgiveness in your moms aura and caring in Strickler’s. Maybe he wasn’t that bad.

You put on a small smile. “Why don’t we walk home and you explain everything that's been going on this past week to me.”

“There’s something you should know about our trip to find Merlin,” Jim said once you all had gotten down from the roof.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, sensing the sad shift in everyone’s auras.

Jim looked down. “Draal didn’t make it. H-he died back when we were getting Merlin’s staff. Draal took a dagger for me, Angor Rot killed him.”

You looked at the rest of the group and saw sadness shining in your eyes. You began to cry again and Jim hugged you. “I-I can’t believe it,” you sobbed.

“I know I’m sorry. But we are going to avenge him,” Jim promised. You sniffed, looking up at him. He was so grown up now and you were incredibly proud.

You took a deep breath. “I know we will.”

~~~~

Last night as all of you walked home the group recounted the events of the last week to you and you had to admit a lot had happened. Now it was time to defeat Morgana and Gunmar.

That morning you had gone over the plan and you had to say, while you were nervous and scared, but you were excited to end this. It would all be over soon and hopefully your brother and Merlin would come out victorious.

And while they did that, you were on crowd control with Douxie. You wouldn’t have regular civilians dying, not if you had something to say about it.

You stood on the sidelines with Douxie watching Aja and Krel play their music. The crowd seemed very excited for Krel’s DJ-ing, but you were a ball of nerves. Claire was supposed to arrive soon and tell everyone to go and find someplace safe.

You bit your lip as Señior Uhl announced Mama Skull and Claire walked onto the stage in her armor.

You barely listened to her speech, but you could tell nobody was understanding how much danger they were in. That is until the sky darkened and gumm-gumms appeared.

You tried to call everyone to you, but they just panicked. Unsure of what to do, you and Douxie just began to fight. The less gumm-gumms there were the less chance of people dying, right?

You summoned your sword and immediately sliced through one as you sent a magic blast at another. You heard someone scream on stage and you and Douxie ran over there. You noticed he didn’t have a weapon and you wondered what he was going to be able to do with just a guitar.

Apparently he could do a lot. He hit a gumm-gumm that was terrorizing Mary and Darci over the head, knocking it out cold.

“I've always hated those twits!” he grumbled. You went over to finish the job while he helped Mary and Darci.

You walked back over to Douxie who Mary and Darci were swooning over and you rolled your eyes. “Come on Romeo, we need to get these people to safety.”

“Alright, Ladies follow us.” Douxie took off and you followed him.

“Where should we take them?” You asked. “We need some place big enough to fit a ton of people.”

“The school!” Douxie responded. You turned the corner and found some gumm-gumms harassing some of the old guys who like to play chess in the gazebo.

You held out your sword and charged the creatures, easily taking them down while Douxie covered your back. The two of you made a very good team.

Soon the street was cleared of the black and green monstrosities, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. “We need to get going,” you said helping the old men up.

Your ever growing group made your way through the town with Douxie up front and you guarding the rear. Occasionally you ran into gumm-gumms, but you and Douxie took care of them easily.

Soon you made it to the school. You used your magic to unlock the doors and you had to admit you were proud of yourself.

You watched as Douxie led everyone across the street. Things seemed to be going your way for the time being and you hoped all of your friends were doing okay. You didn’t know how you would go on if you lost anyone else.

Another tremor hit and you wobbled on your feet. Tremors had been occurring all day, but this one felt different.

The cause of the tremor was soon revealed when you heard a roar. It was a roar you had only ever heard once before, and that had been in the Darklands. You watched everyone freeze in the middle of the street as a gigantic black and green snake thing turned towards all of you. It could probably smell the fear radiating off of everyone.

“Fuzz buckets,” Douxie cursed as the Nyarlagroth charged. There was no time to make any mistakes so you just decided to call upon your magic. An orange glow surrounded the Arcadians and they floated into the air. You heard shouts of surprise, but you didn’t have time to warn them as you threw them inside the school.

You went to chase after them, but you instead saw a kitten standing in the middle of the Nyarlagroth’s path. There was no way you were going to let something bad happen to the adorable ball of white fluff, so you did what any compassionate human would do. You ran towards the kitten and picked it up.

Unfortunately now both of you were in the Nyarlagroth’s path, but you weren’t there for long.

You and the kitten glowed blue and you were yanked towards Douxie who caught you. He carried you bridal style into the school, gently setting you down before the group of Arcadians.

“Um, thanks,” you mumbled.

“Anytime, thanks for getting the kitten. I didn’t see it.”

“Of course.”

“What now?” Someone asked and you turned to face them. You didn’t have to be an aura reader to sense that these people were afraid. But what you weren’t expecting was for them to be determined.

“I know you might not be happy to be stuck in here, unable to do anything, but in here you are safer. I also understand how scary this is. Right now Douxie and I need to take care of that giant snake thing so we can make this place safer.” You looked at all the terrified faces and sighed when you noticed that your speech didn’t seem to be impacting them. “Okay, look. We’ve all lived in Arcadia for a while and I’m sure many of you have noticed the weird things that go on around here. There are different creatures that live here who aren’t human, but this is their home too. Those bad guys out there have taken their home before and are trying to take it again as well as ours. There aren’t many people who can do something about it, but those who can are out there, fighting for you and they are going to win. But to do that, they need you in here where you’re safe so they don’t have to worry about you. It may seem scary now, but if we all do our part things will work out!”

You looked again and noticed that everyone seemed to be calmer and even more determined than they were before. “Good luck!” Someone called and you smiled.

“We’ll be back soon,” Douxie said, holding the door for you.

You reluctantly gave the kitten to Phil and Jerry, the two the old guys you had saved. “Now let’s go take care of that Nyarlagroth.”

~~~~

“I didn’t know you gave inspirational speeches,” Douxie joked once you were outside.

“It’s one of my many hidden talents,” you replied smiling at him.

You and Douxie raced to the top of the school to get a good view and you saw the Nyarlagroth circling the school.

“When Jim was in the darklands he stopped one by overwhelming it’s sense of smell,” you explained. “We need to find something that will do that.”

“This is a school, there’s got to be tons of  gross laundry here,” Douxie suggested.

You bit your lip. “I hope this works.”

“Me too,” Douxie sighed, looking one last time at the beast. His aura was buzzing with worry.

“We’ve got this,” you said, pulling him back down the stairs. The two of you went looking for the laundry and you plugged your nose as you levitated it out of the school. “This should be fine.”

“Good.” Douxie chuckled. “I hope these kids won’t be mad about us feeding their stuff to the Nyarlagroth.”

“I think they’ll be fine.” You set the hampers down to catch a breather. “Okay, I’ll go across the street and when the Nyarlagroth comes around be ready to fling this stuff into its mouth.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Douxie said, jokingly saluting you.

You gave a small smile before running across the street, levitating your baskets behind you.

You heard the Nyarlagroth before you saw it. Hiding in an Alley you levitated the hampers and got ready to shove them into the beast’s mouth.

It roared and you sent the disgusting laundry flying into its mouth. You watched as Douxie’s hampers flew in after yours.

It froze and you took it distraction as an opportunity.

“Douxie blast it, I’m gonna go stab it!” You explained, ever eloquent.

You leapt into the air and onto the Nyarlagroth’s back. You felt the beast shift as Douxie began to blast it. Quickly you located a space between its scales and you squeezed your eyes closed as you thrust your sword into it. You pushed it into the hilt and watched as it slowly turned to stone. You felt bad, but you knew it would kill everyone if given the chance.

You floated off the Nyarlagroth and down to the ground where Douxie hugged you.

“We did it!” He celebrated. “You did amazing.”

“Thanks, but we both did amazing.”

You high fived in celebration. The Nyarlagroth was now a pile of useless stones and the People of Arcadia were mostly saved.

However, the celebration couldn’t last long. You had work to do. You and Douxie placed anti gumm-gumm sigils around the house and then went to go look for more people. Soon you had gathered quite a few and you were bringing them back to the cool when you saw a horde of goblins.

Stood to challenge them while Douxie got the people inside. The goblins charged at you and you blasted a few before they got too close.

The leader leapt up at you and you sliced him with your sword. This only angered the rest of them causing them to fight with more vigor. But you were fighting for the safety of your town.

Soon Douxie joined you, bashing the goblins with his guitar that he had kept. It was a little battered by now, but it made for a good weapon.

You fought goblin after goblin, but there always seemed to be more of them.

They suddenly stopped attacking though and you noticed a change in the air. The goblins looked at each other then at you and Douxie who had your weapons arrived.

They turned and ran. You were tempted to go after them, but you realized that you couldn’t do much against that many goblins. You should have to save that problem for later.

“What do you think happened?” Douxie asked.

Red lightning came out of nowhere and hit a gumm-gumm which shattered into a pile of rocks. “I think Jim killed Gunmar!” You exclaimed.

Now that the street was clear you and Douxie went to check on the Arcadians. After you were sure they were good the two of you can off to the canal. The both of you were worried that the Eternal Night hadn't ended.

You didn't have your car so you wouldn't be able to drive. Instead the two of you ran.

You arrived to see Claire, Jim, Toby, Aaarrrgghh, and Blinky looking at a giant crack in the ground.

You looked into it and saw the heartstone, but it wasn't warm and happy orange anymore. It was a cold gray.

"What happened?" You asked, aghast. You had spent so much wonderful time in Trollmarket now it was destroyed.

"Gunmar happened," Blinky said, bitterly.

"What are you going to do now? " you asked.

"We're gonna look for a new Heartstone. Merlin mentioned that there would be one in New Jersey," Jim said.

"New Jersey?" You asked, shocked.

Jim avoided your eyes. "Yeah."

"I'll miss you," you said, hugging him.

"I'll miss you too," he said.

~~~~

After you had met with Jim Claire and Toby and they had told you their side of the battle and you told yours, you went to see your mom who was sanding on the cliff overlooking Arcadia. The two of you were waiting to say goodbye to Jimo. You knew he had to go to New Jersey, but it still hurt you to see him go.

Merlin arrived and he looked out over Arcadia. There was smoke billowing over some buildings and while it looked sad and hopeless, but you knew it would be okay.

You gently stroked the kitten you had saved from the Nyarlagroth. You had decided to adopt the kitten, though you didn’t have a name for the darling fluff ball.  

You were spooked out of your thoughts by some rustling behind you. You turned around to see Jim. You tried to hold back your tears.  You hadn’t even said goodbye yet and you were already missing him.

He went over to you and your mom and hugged the two of you. “I promised I’d never leave you,” he said.

“Honey, I knew this day would come, I just...never knew when,” your mom rubbing yours and Jim’s back. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

You heard your mom sniff and you knew she was crying. Your own tears began to fall. “Just call often,” you sniffed.

“Everyday. Twice. Text. Now and then?” Your mom added.

“Of course, guys. I love you,” Jim said, also sniffing.

“Not more than I love you kiddo,” your mom chuckled.

You heard more rustling and sawBlinky arrive. “Are you ready, Master Jim?” He asked coming over to you.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Jim sighed, letting go of you and your mom, but keeping your hands.

“I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but with our Trollhunter by our side, I don’t fear it either,” Blinky said,  putting his hand on Jim's shoulder. You smiled, you were glad Jim had someone like Blinky.

“I really appreciate that, Mr. Blinky,” you mom said.

You heard more rustling and saw Claire and her parents arrive.

She walked over to Jim. “Claire, I can’t ask you to—“

“You didn’t ask,” Claire said and you were so glad Jim had such a great boyfriend.

“She has enough credits to graduate early,” Claire's mom said. “We’re treating this as some time abroad.”

“As long as she comes back soon,” her dad said.

“Well, congratulations, Claire,” You said, high fiving her. You wondered how it was possible for a sophomore to have accomplished that.

Jim laughed and you jumped a little as Strickler came flying by. He landed by your mom. “Good luck, Young Atlas.”

Jim smiled at the three of you and slowly let go of your mom’s hand as he walked away.

“You did good raising him, Doc,” NotEnrique consoled. “Here’s a thousand new babies to raise.”

“What?” Strickler asked as NotEnrique handed your mom the cradle stone.

“Have fun with that, you two,” NotEnrique called, running away so they couldn’t give the stone back.

“Wait!” Strickler called.

“This’ll be fun,” you muttered and your mom patted your back.

“Wait! Wait for me!” Toby yelled as he came running up to the group in his War Hammer armor. “Boy, these goodbyes are tough, you know. Nana wanted me to take Mr. Meow Meow P.I., but he does not travel well. What?”

“Tobes...you have to stay.” Jim said, kneeling down.

“What?” Toby asked and you felt really, really bad for him. “You’re going on a quest. I love quests. We go everywhere together.”

“I’m hurt, Claire lost her Shadow Staff. We need you here to protect Arcadia.”

“No, Wingman,” Aaarrrgghh said, coming up to Toby. “I help. I stay.”

Blinky gasped then nodded, accepting it. Their air was thick with bittersweet goodbyes and you felt a few tears fall.

“So, you’re staying with me-” Toby gestured to you and Aaarrrgghh “-and you’re leaving,” he summarized, gesturing to Claire, Jim and Blinky.

“But we’ll be back. Someday,” Jim promised as you handed the kitten to your mom and walked over to them with Claire. The four of you were pulled into a group hug.

“You better,” Toby sniffed.

“And then we’ll get tacos,” Jim said, chuckling.

“And enchiladas,” Claire added.

“We sure found that adventure. Right, Tobes?” Jim asked and you smiled through your tears.

“I’m really glad we took the canal that morning,” Toby agreed.

The four of you stood. “Keep Arcadia safe,” Jim requested. “You’re its only Trollhunters now.”

Nomura walked over and hugged Toby. “I still don’t like you.”

“I know,” Toby cried. You began to quietly shed your tears as your friends and little brother walked away into the forest.

They stopped and you watched as Merlin pulled out the Eclipse Blade and you noticed that it was broken. “I believe this belongs to you, Trollhunter.”

Merlin used his magic to fix it and Jim grabbed it. They looked back one more time and you waved a sad goodbye.

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[an-autistic-dweeb]

Gunmar Headcanon

WARNING⚠️: Brief mentions of eating people, and a twinge suggestive

Gunmar always holding onto you. Among gumm-gumms, grooming is a very common way to show affection. He’ll scrape off small patches of sun-scarring from your hide, groom your mane, and will lick the blood of your human victims from your face. You look good covered in blood…

He’ll constantly cuddle you when you’re both alone. He’ll hold you close and whisper words of love and possession. How you’re his, and his alone. That he’s yours too.

[trollhuntersreaderinserts]

Bular x Pregnant!Reader

He wasn’t sure what about him felt off that day. His first clue was when none of the impure came around him. Now, that wasn’t uncommon, as they would often flee from fear of being discontinued. But today, no one approached him, not even that conniving Stricklander. Bular snorted at the oddness of the changelings, but he didn’t dwell on it for long. He had other things that need to be tended to.

For instance, the sleeping woman in his room.

Upon approaching his room, a small forgotten maintenance storage room in the tunnels under the city of Arcadia Oaks. He paused in the too small for him to fit doorway, his gaze fell on the slumbering woman. His mate. Somehow in the world of fate, he Bular, Son of Gunmar, a proud member of the Gumm-Gumm tribe, ended up with a human woman as a mate. One that he would also kill for.

She was small in stature, even for a fleshling. Standing, she reached no more than 5'4. Bright (e/c) always made him stop and stare, (h/l) (h/c) flowed from her head, so soft that he loved to run his claws through it to destress. Freckles dotted her face, seeming like stars. She wore a simple white summer dress, a piece of clothes that the impure, Nomura, had brought to her when Bular had unintentionally ripped her previous outfit. It was something simple that he could deal with.

Though what drew his attention this day, was the swelling of the woman abdomen. She was swollen with life. A life that created from a troll and a human.

To say that he was nervous was an understatement. In all the lore and history of the relationship between trolls and humans, none spoke of offspring being born from a union. They were treading in unknown territory, but in theory, it would mimic that of a human pregnancy. Considering that his mate was going into her eighth month. And that subject confused the troll. Gumm-Gumm pregnancies were so much simpler. The female would carry the whelp and then pop it out. After a few weeks of TLC, the whelp would be placed in the care of Caregivers, special trolls who would watch and raise the whelps in multitudes. But, with his mate, she was always craving things. Things that made even made him gag. Some of the foods he didn’t even know existed. So he would begrudgingly ask the changelings for aid.

Then there was the subject of what would occur if he was successful in the attempt at bringing the rest of his tribe back. How would his father react to him taking a human mate? Probably, not the best. He sighed with tension. Best not to bring these thoughts around his pregnant mate.

“Bular, that you?” You asked, rubbing your eyes of sleep. Having needed a welcomed nap, you were pleasantly surprised to find your mate staring from the doorway. His gaze was distant though, more than likely thinking of problems. You sighed and rolled into a sitting position, something that was getting quite difficult. With difficulty, you rose to your feet, though they were sore and swollen.

The nest of blankets and pillows shifted around you. Bular had dropped them at your feet one day stating that you were going to want them. Boy was he right! Three months in and you started having the craving to be surrounded by softness. After asking, Bular had informed you that female trolls would line their nests with soft materials so that when the time came it would be easier to get comfortable. Besides that, you loved sleeping surrounded by pillows.

“Bular what’s bothering you,” you softly asked. Soon you were a few inches from the troll. He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and looked down at you. You cocked your head and asked again now that you had his attention. Sighing he answered, “Nothing, simply wondering where we are going to put the whelp.” His voice was laced with drowsiness. Something that you knew he’d been lacking. Many days he would be sitting guard of the room, not catching a wink of sleep. And it was finally taking its toll.

With a gentle smile, you grabbed his giant clawed hand. Your hand was so minuscule in his palm, barely fitting. “Come lay with me. We both could use some sleep.” You whispered, leading him out of the room and to the nest that he had created for himself. It was big enough for both of you and Bular would have to try and squeeze through the little door. He grunted, but complied. The thought of resting with you was too great than his worries. So he dropped into the nest made of grass and hay and pulled you (gently) into his lap so you rested on his stomach. With glee, you curled on your side, wrapping your arms around the growing life. The warmth of Bular’s body was enough to lull you back to sleep. Only after he heard your snores did Bular follow into the dreamscape.

Bular could hardly contain the pain as he plummeted to the canal floor. Once his mate had told him about how when someone died their life would flash before their eyes. He saw everything. Though, thoughts drowned out those memories. What was (y/n) going to do? She wouldn’t be safe with the changelings around. He just knew that they’d take all their anger out on her and his whelp. And that enraged him to his core.

He hit the water with a thud, slowly sinking into the liquid grave. Where the TrollHunter had stabbed him was burning as everything was turning to stone. Maybe he could give in and finally sleep.

However, your sweet voice echoed in his ear, “Please don’t leave us!”

Never.

You’d been sitting with Walter Strickler, drinking a cup of mint tea. Something to sooth your nerves. Your mate had left to go welcome his father back into the world of humans, but something apparently went very wrong. Walter had shown up at the area where you and Bular resided, a sorrowful look on his face. He told you of how the young boy that Walter called Atlas, had ruined the planned. Bular being raged had gone after them and not returned.

So there you sat, sipping tea with a changeling. One of the only that accepted you. It was so quiet, too quiet. You needed sound, something to draw out the worries. Those rose and rose until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Suddenly, an eminence wave hit you.

With a death grip, you grabbed the edge of the table and whimpered, catching Walter’s attention. “(y/n) are you alright?”

You shook your head violently, “Baby! NOW!”

His eyes widened animatedly, this was something that he was not prepared for. He rushed to your side and helped you to your feet and over to your nest. The sight of it and the hormones made you start to sob. The sobs began freaking Walter out as he laid you in the nest.

You looked up at him, “I want Bular here!” You sounded broken and beaten. You repeated that phrase over and over. Hoping that it would bring your lost mate back. Alas, not a sign of him appeared at the door. This only caused you to cry harder. He was supposed to be here when the baby came! This was supposed to be for both of you, but it was only you that the whelp would see.

A contraction moved through your sore body, a first of many for a while. And for hours you laid in the nest weeping from heartbreak and pain. However, the contractions became rhythmic, only seconds apart. It was time. Walter sat on your left, holding you up as you pushed. He gave as much encouragement as possible. But it was up to you to bring this mystery into the world. Screaming and pushing for two hours. Just when your final push came, a thud came from the doorway. Through the haze of the pain, you tilted your head and saw heaven.

He was soaked with water, his chest was stone, panting, but it was him. Bular.

You cried out for him and he came, groaning at your grip. While you wanted to embrace him, so did the babe. They were ready. So with your mate down there ready and waiting, you gave the final push. Your scream was joined by a new one. With uncapped joy, you watched with drowsiness as your broken mate cut the cord connecting you and the babe. They were so small in his palms, much like you.

Shockingly, they were human.

Wrinkly (s/c) was blotted with blood and fluids. A fuzz of black hair was scattered around their soft head. Little fingers and toes were being waved around by the little hands and feet.

Bular stood there frozen. This had been the moment he’d been dreading and waiting for. And yet, all he could think of was that this was his and your future, there in his hands. A cough to his left was Walter, who handed him a clean blanket. Witch Bular wrapped the child in, marveling at the softness of them. He handed the babe to you, where you teared up and whimpered. They were finally here. In your arms, laid the most beautiful baby girl. She adorably yawned and gradually opened her eyes, spearing you with the bright amber eyes you’d ever seen. Reminding you so much of Bular’s. She gargled and examined where she was. You looked up at Bular and barred the biggest grin.

In that moment, Bular realized something, he was a feared Gumm-Gumm. Human eater, something that should be feared. Yet, as he looked at you with your big grin and your child, he could think of nothing but protecting both you and her.

A gift, that’s what you were. His little ray of sunshine that would never burn him.

While he loved his father and tribe. In reality, he was content with living with simply you and her. His little world.

“What shall we name her?” He asked.

You smiled, already picked out a name long ago.

“Kenna. It means little fire.” You whispered as you locked gazes with her burning amber ones. Bular leaned down and began purring, witch Kenna joined in doing.

His Sun and Fire.

[troublesometrollhunters]

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.

[troublesometrollhunters]

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?

[troublesometrollhunters]

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.