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Echo of a human

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Summary: You try to find the changlings who hide in society and find one very close to you.

Word count: 4.7K

(A/n): Some episodes will be combined for chapters . My wifi is currently down so it will be uploaded later to AO3.

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Carefully (Y/n) climbs through one of the windows which was left unlocked, most likely by Blinky. She jumps down the windowsill and walks through the hallway. She finds Vendel, Aaarrrgghh and Blinky, the elderly troll eyeing some old human clothing.

Blinky was the first to notice her, he clasps his hands together “There you are. Has master Jim arrived as well" he looks past her, trying to find the boy or his friend.

“Wait, they are not here yet? I was expecting you were waiting for me” (Y/n) replies, glancing back.

“I don’t appreciate the trollhunter's tardiness” Vendel states, hitting the ground with the bottom of his hearthstone staff. “I have duties in Trollmarket I have attended to”

Finally two pairs of footsteps could be heard, signalling Jim and Toby had arrived. “You’re late” Blinky mentions.

“Sorry. Draal was training Jim” Toby says before getting elbowed by Jim.

“Draal?”

“Training?” 

“Yeah, he sorta made a home in my basement to look out for the place” Jim elaborates, awkwardly fiddles with his hands.

“Of course. When a troll is defeated in combat, it's completely natural for them to take refuge in the victor's domicile” Blinky explains, unimpressed.

“Do they hide under beds as well?” (Y/n) questions.

“So, you understand?” Jim asks.

“I understand such an arrangement could only end in disaster. Utter disaster!” Blinky exclaims in a scolding tone.

Vendel finally speaks up “Are we simply waiting here to be discovered? Or were you planning on showing me this thing you believe to be the Killahead Bridge?” 

Blinky laughs, “The Trollhunter was just about to show us the way” he sheepishly grins, patting Jim on the shoulder.

Taking the hit, Jim walks to the back of the museum, He opens two large doors, “And as we were chasing away the goblin pack, we ran past this closed exhibit, and there it was: the Killahead Bridge” he pushes the curtains open to reveal a large object covered by a blanket.

Jim and Toby try to pull off the giant blanket, before being stopped by  Aaargghh. “Me” He says, giving it a good tug and removing it. It falls off, revealing a viking ship. 

“They moved it” (Y/n) mutters, looking up at the boat.

“That is not a bridge” Vendel states with skepticism.

Jim panics, trying to explain the misunderstanding. “But it was right here! You saw it, Tobes. You took a picture of it!” He pulls on his best friend’s arm.

“It was, eh It was out of focus, and I did forget to turn on the flash. We were running so fast. We were being chased, you know? Maybe we only thought we saw it” Toby rambles, becoming unsure.

“It looked just like it” The girl fails to make an argument, feeling defeated.

Vendel turns around to face Blinky “Blinkous Galadrigal, I've not left the Heartstone in a century. I only did so tonight because of the grave peril the Killahead Bridge represents. For you to invoke that danger without just cause–” He scolds the troll.

“If Master Jim says it's so–” Blinky tries to argue.

“You will be only too quick to believe him. You've never met a conspiracy theory you didn't like”

“I hate conspiracies. That is why I am dedicated to rooting them out”

“Like you rooted out the plot to rid Trollmarket of all its cat meat?”

“That was a misunderstanding”

“Or the time you were convinced we were infested with flea trolls?”

“Precaution is the soul of virtue”

“Everyone in Trollmarket thinks you're paranoid”

“If it's everyone, it must be a conspiracy!”

(Y/n) covers her face with her hands, realising that their mentor’s paranoia made them look crazy too.

Letting out a sigh, Vendel says “It would seem your pupil is desperate to play the hero, while you are desperate to see danger where none exists. Aaarrrgghh, take me home” He turns his head to the girl of the group. “I’ll be needing your assistant on the next full moon”

Surprised, (Y/n) blurts out “Oh ofcourse, yeah”. Her friends give her confused looks, to which she shrugs.

Vendel walks off with Aaarrgghh following behind. Then Toby leaves, giving Jim a sheepish chuckle. “We’ve tried our best” (Y/n) says with a sigh, before trailing behind the others.

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The next day the teens met up with their troll companions and walked through trollmarket for something that could help them.

“The matter at hand, Master Jim. Master Jim?” Blinky tries to explain, only to find the boy zoning out with a lovestruck expression.

“Master Jim!” Aaarrgghh exclaims, finally snapping him out of it.

“Yes, sorry. Paying attention. Paying attention!” Jim blurts out, caught off guard.

“As I was saying, assuming that Killahead Bridge was in Arcadia, and it was indeed, as you say, delivered to a clandestine location, that would mean more changelings, scavenging, assembling and disassembling. If we prove that the museum curator wasn't working alone, then Vendel might start believing that you saw the Killahead Bridge” Blinky explains to the humans.

“So, we find another changeling” Jim concludes.

“Stop saying that so loudly,” Blinky warns him. He pauses when he sees a Troll listening in on their conversation. “Do you mind?”

“Whatever” The troll rolls his eyes before walking off.

Blinky scoffs at the rude behavior, before turning back to the others. “Changelings have not been heard or seen in Trollmarket for centuries. The mere word could cause hysteria”

“Then how could we find one?” (Y/n) asks.

They arrive at a large door with a bunch of small openings in it and a stone trollhead above it. “RotGut’s” Aaarrrgghh answers with the name of the place.

“Purveyor of fine charms, totems, and spells. Follow my lead” Blinky instructs, knocking on the door.

One of the windows opens up to reveal a Troll peeking through it. “Ailment or curse?” He asks.

Then a lower window opens up, revealing another troll. “Oi, numbskull! I'm supposed to answer it!” He scolds his co-worker, annoyed.

“But I already did answer it”

“What is not clear about. "I deal with the customers, you handle the wizardry"?” The second troll says, closing his window.

“Hold a tick” The first troll tells Blinky before closing his own window. 

Blinky turns to others and awkwardly laughs while the two argue behind the door.

The window opens again by the second troll. “Good, Rot. Stick with that. Welcome to RotGut's. How may we service you?”

“Totem, my good troll. We suspect one of these fleshbags may be a changeling” Blinky informs him, whispering behind his hand.

‘Rot’ opens his respective window, staring at the three human companions. “Hm?”

“Other Fleshbags” Aaarrrgghh clarifies.

“You're gonna need a gaggletack” Rot explains.

“Unfortunately, you see, we're running a bit short on those. Very hard to get” ‘Gut’ adds, trying to strike up a good deal.

“But I've got a bag of them right here” Rot argues, seeming to not get what his colleague was putting down.

“What in the world? If you'll excuse us for one moment” Gut slams his window closed again. “Ey, what are you doing? I'm trying to drive up the price over here”

“I thought we were trying to help these nice lads and lass” Rot responds.

“Gaggletack?” Toby repeats, confused.

“Rare artifact” Aaarrrgghh states in his usual blunt tone.

“Exceedingly rare. An object of great mystery. With physical contact, it reveals the true nature of a changeling” Blinky clarifies, painting the image of a unique artifact.

“Why don't you open the door..” Guy trails off.

Rot does what he says. “Step back, please” He instructs.

“...our hard-earned bits and bobs?”

One of the drawers on the door shoots open and a horse shoe comes flying out towards Toby.

Before (Y/n) could think, her instincts acted first. Her powers activated, stopping the meal object right before hitting Toby’s face. She panics and de-activated them and let it fall to the ground.

The boy realises what happened and glances towards her, she looks away. While Jim looks very puzzled at the sudden stop.

“It's a horseshoe” he says, picking up the object. He inspects it, trying to see if there was anything special about it.

“Made of pure iron” Aaarrrgghh mentions.

“Why would you put such a precious thing on a horse's foot?” Blinky questions the boy. Making Toby and Jim look at each other, flabbergasted.

“Beware. Changelings are swapped with their human counterparts at birth. So, it is likely these troll-pretenders have dwelt amongst you for decades. They could be anyone. Used car salesmen, tax collectors, television executives” Blinky names different kinds of people.

“Dentists” Toby adds.

“Yes, especially dentists” Blinky agrees.

“So, who do we start with?” Jim asks.

Toby snatches the gaggletack out of his best friend’s hand. “Oh, I've got a few ideas”

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Toby’s first victim was coach Laurence, which had no effect. Then Jim tries Eli, who wasn’t a changeling either. Toby tried to do a horse shoe throwing game but no one would participate. Then Jim threw the steel object at Steve, which probably gave the boy brain damage.

“Can I perhaps try?” (Y/n) asks, reaching for the gaggletack which Jim was holding.

“Oh, uh yeah, ofcourse” Jim answers. He hesitantly held it out. But when the girl was about to grab it, he almost braced for something.

Finally, she takes it from his hand. It made him relax, relieved.

She strolls through the hallway, looking around for anyone who looks suspicious. Then she spots senior Uhl walking into the opposite direction.

Trying to be inconspicuous, she shuffled closer. She slowly pushes the gaggletack closer before touching the teacher with it. But nothing happened, meaning he was human.

He turns around, giving the student a suspicious look. “Can I help you with anything, miss (L/n)?” he interrogates her.

“Oh yeah, si, senior. I have a cuestionar about your class. It would be great if you…could give me more homework, cause I have to be absent so many times” (Y/n) requests, trying to make up an excuse.

It surprised him, being used to students trying to avoid extra school work. “That will be organized”

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(Y/n) walks back outside, feeling embarrassed and defeated. She walks over to Jim and Toby, who were standing near the lockers. “I had no luck” She mentions, handing Toby the gaggletack.

“Neither had we” Jim responds, crossing his arms.

Their attention was grabbed by Strickler walks towards, making a dissaproving comment about the clothing choices of the girls nearby.

“You, uh, try this out on Mr. Strickler?” Toby suggests, not taking his eyes off the history teacher.

“Come on. You really think he is one?” Jim argues, not even wanting to suspect him.

Toby looks down at the horse shoe before walking towards Strickler. Jim was quick to stop him, “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Now? I don't want to embarrass ourselves” he says, grabbing onto the steel object. The two boys began going back and forth, pulling the horse shoe.

“You just don't want to admit that Strickler–”

“I don't want you to upset anyone who grades our final exams!”

(Y/n) raises her hands. “I don't think it's an excellent idea to start a fight over this” She tries to stop them, but clearly not knowing how to.

Finally, Toby lets go in defeat. “Fine! Okay, we'll do it later” He turns away, putting his hands behind his back. Then he snatches it from Jim’s grip and tosses it right in front of Strickler’s feet.

He looks down at it, giving the boy a perplexed look.

“Whoopsy! Slipped. Uh, mind picking that up for us, Mr. S?” Toby asks him, trying to act normal.

Strickler scoffs at the request, “And waste such idle hands as your own, Mr. Domzalski?”

“Our backs. Coach Lawrence put us through the wringer this morning” Jim makes up an excuse, sheepishly chuckling while rubbing his back.

“It would be a lot easier if you could give it us–” (Y/n) tries to reason, only to find the teachers squinting his eyes at her. “I mean you don’t have to, I–”

Her rambling was cut short by Claire approaching and picking the horse shoe up. “Here you go, Mr. Strickler. Here's your horseshoe back” She offers it to him, confused on why he would have it.

“Thank you, Ms. Nuñez, but that belongs to Mr. Lake” Strickler motions to the boy. In his mind making a note that (Y/n) seemed quite close with Jim.

Claire rolls her eyes, walking over to the her classmates. “Oh. Well, that would explain the flying horseshoes. So not going to ask” She says unsurprised, handing Jim the horse shoe.

“Take care of your back, Young Atlas. Such is the danger of carrying the world on one's shoulders” Strickler tells Jim in a mocking tone, before walking off.

“Very suspicious” Toby notes.

“Suspicious?” Claire repeats.

“Claire” Jim mutters.

“Still here”

“What’s up?”

“You're still coming home with me, right?” Claire asks Jim.

“Oh, right! Claire and I are gonna go to her house... for math stuff” Jim explains to Toby, handing him the gaggletack.

“So we’ll see you tomorrow” (Y/n) says, waving goodbye.

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The three of them finally arrived at Claire and (Y/n)’s house. Jim hands Claire his bag which she hangs up.

“I’ll be in my room, just call if you need help with… math stuff” the Witch says, motioning to the stairs. Then she disappears out of sight heading to her room.

She looks at her bed, she sits down and pulls her spellbook from under it. She opens it and reads one of the spells. She closes her eyes, exhaling. “Dleihs fo noitcetorp” She cast a spell, creating a shield around herself.

She opens her eyes, they widen as she realises it works. “Yes” she whisper–yells in victory. Her concentration breaks when she hears yelling outside, making the shield disappear. She walks to the window, opening it.

Looking out, I found Jim standing outside. Before she could question why he was there, he spoke up.

“(Y/n), we got a problem” He explains. It was long but it was enough for the girl to understand.

“Right” She nods, before climbing out the window. “Can you lend me a hand?”

“How?”

“I guess you can catch me. I am growing tired landing on the ground and gaining a dozen bruises” She answers, gripping the edge of the roof.

Knowing that they most likely didn't have much time, Jim goes along with the plan. He awkwardly holds his arms out, watching as she turns around and lets herself hang off the roof.

She let's go, trusting Jim to be able to catch her. He caught her but he wasn’t able to keep his balance and fall backwards, taking (Y/n) down with him.

“Oof!” The girl huffs at the impacts. She rolls off of him, holding out her hand to help him up. “That could’ve been smoother” She comments.

“Yeah” Jim agrees, letting out a small groan of pain. He grabs her hand and pulls himself up. He thinks that he should start building muscle to make sneaking out easier.

He runs to his bike, putting on his helmet. He waits for (Y/n) to hop on the back of his bike, before speeding off towards the dentist office.

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They rush in the building pushing open the door. The two were met with an odd sight. Toby, Blinky, Aaarrrgghh and another troll laughing hysterically. 

“Guys!” Toby greets, hanging onto a dental light.

“The Trollhunter! Die!” The female troll, who was most likely a changing, screeches while leaping at Jim.

(Y/n) was quick to act, grabbing a metal platter and hitting her right in the face. The changeling stumbles back, before giving the girl a hard shove.

Toby falls off the lamp, making it swing around and blind Jim for a moment. The changeling takes the opportunity to grab his leg and drag him onto the ground. She pins him down, showing off her sharp teeth. 

“Perish, you worm!”

She reaches one of her hands towards his face, which he holds back to one of her own. She pulls the hand back, ready to strike.

Remembering a trick he learned from training with Draal, he makes his sword appear in his other hand. Just in time to make the changeling impale herself

She gasps as Lightning and blue light appears around her. Then she explodes, covering the room and the teens in dust.

“There goes poof” Aaarrrgghh says.

“Oh, my gosh! She's in my mouth!” Toby coughs, freaking out. “Oh, my gosh!”

“Oh, no! I killed our only evidence of changelings in Arcadia” Jim says, disappointed. He de-activates his armor, with his face still covered in ash.

“You finished the fight, Master Jim, and in self-defense, for that matter. Vendel may continue to have his doubts, but we continue to have our lives. A fair bargain, I'd say” Blinky reassures the boy, placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“And now we know that there are more changelings in Arcadia and that Nomura isn’t working alone” (Y/n) adds, giving the situation a silver lining.

“Just out of curiosity, what are you guys doing in Toby's dentist's office?” Jim questions the two Trolls.

“I thought it was possible that danger may come to either of you should you cross paths with the wrong changeling. So, we followed Tobias as a precaution” Blinky explains

“And curious” Aaarrrgghh mentions, finally freezing himself from the ceiling window. He plays with a fake set of teeth.

“About what?” Toby asks.

“You humans have a concept that is quite foreign to us” Blinky sends a breath towards the Teen, making Toby gag in disgust of the smell. “Oral hygiene” He laughs.

He pauses. “Mm. Looks like we’re officially out of laughing gas. We should depart” He heads to the door with Jim and (Y/n) following behind.

But when Aaarrrgghh tries to do the same, he realises he was too big to go through. He thinks, before climbing back out of the window.

“Hey! Uh, excuse me, wait! Look at this place. Do you have some magic artifact that can clean up this mess?” Toby asks Blinky.

“Yes. I believe it's called a Tobias” Blinky answers, smugly. Leaving Toby unamused and disappointed. 

(Y/n) and Jim exit the building. Blinky waits for Aaarrrgghh before the two Trolls head back to Trollmarket. “Do you need a lift?” Jim asks the girl, nodding his head towards his bike 

She shakes her head, giving Jim a smile. “That’s sweet of you, but I’ll be fine. I will definitely take a shower after this” She tells him, rubbing some of the ash off her cheek.

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6 AM

(Y/n) opens her eyes when she hears the sound of a window opening in the room next to her. She shoots a glance towards her alarm, seeing that it was 30 minutes before she had to get up.

She croakily gets up from her bed, dragging herself out of her room and into one belonging to Enrique. She enters it to find the window open.

She lets out a yawn, closing it. She turns to look at the crib, checking if her foster brother was alright. She was met with the baby acting odd as if he forgot how to be one.

“Go back to sleep” She mutters, patting him on the head. She grabs his small blanket, draping over him. She reached for his stuffed animal, only to see it was gone. “That’s odd” She looked around the room and under the crib, but it was nowhere to be seen.

Instead of worrying more about it, she decides to head back to her room and get ready for school. She would look for it again after school

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She arrives at Trollmarket, after hanging out with Darcy and Mary. She heads straight for the training area, where she knew that her friends were.

She finds them standing on the narrow stone path in between the market and the battle ground. Aaarrrgghh was holding a rope where Jim was attached, suggesting the Trollhunter was rock climbing on the side of the path.

“Good afternoon” She greets them.

“Great you can join us” Blinky gives her a smile. He turns to Toby “The only lesson learned here today is that, with this many changelings, Arcadia is far more dangerous than previously thought, for the both of you. As Jim has Draal now to protect his home, Tobias, you will now have Aaarrrgghh to protect yours” He tells him.

“What about (Y/n)?” Jim asks as Aaarrrgghh lowers him back on the path.

“As much as I care for all of your safety, having a Troll reside in her house won’t be possible” Blinky answers, seeming apologetic.

“I understand, my house is pretty busy compared to theirs” The girls, shrugging her shoulders.

“But that has its own positive side as Changelings won’t attack her when other people are around, otherwise their cover would be blown” The blue troll explains, patting (Y/n)’s shoulder with one of his hands.

Deactivating his armor, Jim walks over to his bag and picks it up. But as he was placing it onto his shoulder, a stuffed rabbit fell out of it.

“Suzy Snooze? Why do you have it? I had been looking for it this morning” (Y/n) asks, bending down and grabbing it.

“Are you sure? I mean that kind of stuffed animal is pretty common” Toby questions her, still denying what Jim saw.

The witch turns the rabbit around, finding a pink bandaid on the knee. “No, this is definitely Suzy Snooze. I dropped her once and the fabric tore on her leg and I put this bandaid here. Once I’m home, I’ll give it back to Enrique”

In realization, Jim’s face drops in realisation. “Oh no, don’t tell me” He pleads, dragging his hand across his face.

“Tell you what?” (Y/n) asks, gently placing the plush rabbit in her bag.

“Jim thought he saw a Goblin carrying a baby, I just saw a bird” Toby rolls his eyes.

“You suspect Enrique was kidnapped by Goblin and got exchanged with a changeling? The window of his bedroom was open this morning and he was acting very odd” The girl mentions, recalling her little brother’s behavior.

“I think that’s the case” The young Trollhunter admits, walking out the training area with his friends following behind.

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“I’ll be helping a friend this evening” (Y/n) explains to her foster sister as the two walk into school. “So I would be gone for a few hours”

“I got Mary to babysit Enrique while me and Steve go to the Papa Skull concert tonight,” Claire explains, walking over to the locker and opening it.

“Steve? Why are you going with him?” (Y/n) asked, raising an eyebrow at the mention of the jock.

Letting out a sigh, Claire answers while taking her books out of the locker. “He had the last tickets and he could also give me a lift with his vespa”

The Witch in training look to the side to find two of her friends had arrived. She waves at them, to which they return the gesture.

Right at that moment Mary runs up to Claire “Claire, I'm so sorry, but I can't babysit tonight. I can't. I really can't!” She tells her friend.

“You promised! My parents have a work thing and the Papa Skull concert's tonight. Papa Skull! I, like, live in their shirt every day!” Claire motions to her sweater with a skull on it.

“Sorry, but Dean finally asked me to a movie, and then Hank invited me to ice cream! "Tight jeans" Hank! Love can't choose, Claire!” Mary replies, fangirling about her evening plans.

“Claire, I can babysit!” Jim pipes up.

(Y/n) gives him a confused look before realising it was most likely to check if her brother was actually swaped with a changeling. 

“Tonight? Really? You would? Wait, have you ever babysat before?” Claire asks him, unsure with the offer.

“Uh, yeah” Jim chuckles, “Yeah, no. They call me Jim the Baby-handed” Recalling what Bagdwella called him when they were dealing with the gnome.

“Oh, my gosh! You are a life-saver! I could kiss you!” Claire exclaims, giving Jim a kiss on the cheek. “Just come by my house at seven, no sooner. Thank you, Jim. Thank you” She and Mary walk off, most likely to class.

(Y/n) turns to Jim. “Whatever you do, don’t mess up the house or do something bad. My foster parents already don’t favor you and I don’t want them to hate you”

“I got it, don’t worry. You can count on me"the boy assured her.

“I know” (Y/n) replies, smiling warmly. She strolls away, trying to catch up with her friends.

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Climbing down the massive Crystal stairs, (Y/n) arrives at Trollmarket. She walks past the stalls, before finding Vendel in a library room.

She notices he was caught up in a book. So to not rudely barge in, she knocked on the wall. The noise was enough to draw Vendel’s attention, he closed the book he was reading and walked over to her.

“I’ve seen you have arrived, right on time” The elderly troll greets her, stroking his long white beard. “I called you here for assistance, to help me organize these books. Recently, Trolls are over the world have sent me these”

(Y/n) strolls over to grate, she reaches inside and pulls out a large book. “Woah these are quite heavy” She huffs, placing it on the table. “I think my arms will be sore after this”

“I would recommend using your magic it would be less of a strain on your body” Vendel suggested, placing a stack of the books on the temple.

“I mean my magic isn’t that strong…” the girl pauses, realising what he said. “I…how do you know?”

“I have lived for many centuries, including the prime years of Merlin. When you first arrived at Trollmarket, the magic radiated from you. Your more sophisticated way of speaking also makes you stand out from your peers” Vendel explains, opening a book to show a page showing a person casting a spell.

‘He is all knowing, huh’ (Y/n) thinks to herself.

“Show me what you’re capable of” He instructs.

(Y/n) nods, closing her eyes to concentrate. She feels the magic travel through from her heart to her hands. She makes one of the heavy books levitate.

Then her mind began to drift. If Vendel found out about her magic abilities, will the others out too? She has magic, that she is from the past, that she doesn't have Amnesia and that she lied to their faces about it.

Her inner turmoil began to affect her magic. Books began to lift off from all around the room, spinning around her like a storm. It began to become more intense when–

A hand grabs her shoulder, snapping her out of it. Her eyes flew up as the books fell onto the ground. She looks around to see the mess “I’m sorry, I–I didn't mean to do that”

“Your magic is tied to your emotions. You shouldn't let your emotions control you or else it could lead down a dangerous path” Vendel tells her. “Now let's try that again, but focus on levitating the book and nothing else”

(Y/n) nods, in- and exhaling. She hovers her hand above the book, slowly making it float. She moves it, making it fly into one of the bookcases. Then she lifts two at the same time, doing the same with them. 

One by one, she places the books on the shelves. She tenses up when hears her phone go off. She drops the book and grabs her phone. It was Mrs. Nuñez, making her worried. She places the device against her ear, accepting the call.

“(Y/n), come home, now” Her foster mother’s voice flowed through the phone, sounding stern.

‘Oh dear’

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[littlefanficprincess]

I have just finished the next chapter (of my Trollhunters x reader fic). But copying and pasting from Google docs to Tumblr too much for the phone to handle as it almost 5K words.

I'll be posting it Thursday or Friday when I'm back from Holiday.

[littlefanficprincess]

Hero's last words

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Chapter 5

Word count: 1.7 K

Synopsis: You have an understandable crashout and Jim almost dies.

(A/n): Sadly a short chapter due to that (Y/n) is barely in the episode. I am planning to start next chapter soon and am preparing a special chapter mid season.

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“It should be here, between the feather spell and–” You flip through the pages, scanning each one. You stop at the page with the Magic spell that you mentioned. 

Your heart dropped, your throat closed up. Where you expected the page with a time spell on it was gone, ripped out. “No, no, no!” You quickly flip through the remaining pages, hoping you remembered it wrong.

Tears spill from your eyes, dread coming over you. You get up and rip the corkboard off the wall, letting it fall into the floor. You stare at it, your breathing heavy from your small breakdown.

“(Y/n)? I heard something falling, are you alright?” You heard Mrs. Nuñez yelled from downstairs.

‘No, I’m not’ “Y-Yeah, my corkboard fell off. I’m…I’m fine” You sink down to the floor, leaning against the frame of the bed. Your distress slowly fading, your tears drying.

Your attention was drawn by a ‘ping’ coming from your phone. Hesitantly you reach for it, before snatching it from your night stand. You find a message from Jim on it.

‘U alr?’

You bite the inside of your cheek, placing the Phone back.

“I have no idea what that means…”

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“Woah (Y/n), you look…horrible!”

“Thanks…” (Y/n) mumbles in response to Mary’s remark. Eyebags hung under her eyes with a reddish undertone, hinting that she had been crying for a while.

“Are you sure that you’re feeling alright?” Darcy asks, frowning. The four of them were walking to school, their focus on the (h/c)nette. “Those two are jerks for making you go with them to break into a museum to get a dumb tracker”

(Y/n) shakes her head. “No, I choose to help them. I didn't realise how reckless it was” She felt Claire staring at her but she didn't meet her foster sister’s gaze, to make the guilt worse.

As the four of them approached school, Mary pulled out her phone. “(N/n), your insta is totally empty. Why haven’t you posted anything?”

“Oh right. I’m sorry, I was kinda busy with school. It totally slipped my mind” The girl responds.

“You, me. We’re going to take a ton of pics, you have the perfect vibe” Mary says, more words that the witch didn't understand.

(Y/n) glances to the side to see Toby and Jim walking into the school yard. She sees them having at her. She mouths ‘See you at Trollmarket’, before following after her friends.

Jim thinks about the night before, when he was writing his goodbye letter to his loved ones.

He puts the letter he wrote for Toby next to him, onto the letters for Claire and his mother. He grabs the last piece of paper, but he keeps staring at it.

It didn't feel right to not write (Y/n) anything, only that he didn’t have an idea what to write. He did consider her as a friend even if she only started hanging around them after she found out about trolls.

He grabs a pen, writing ‘Dear (Y/n),’. He thinks back to all the moments they shared, it made his eyes softened. He continues to write on the paper, taking each word a second thought. He folded the paper and put it in an envelope.

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(Y/n) walks down the stairs of Trollmarket, having been able to sneak away from school. She strolls through and towards the training area.

She finds Toby, Aaarrrgghh and Blinky standing by the entrance gate. The fight had already begun with the training ground elevated to be more battle appropriate.

“So when will the battle be over, is it just when one can’t battle anymore?” She asks, watching the battle carefully.

The others looked at her worried and confused. Toby’s face changed in realisation, remembering that she wasn’t with them the night before. “It’s…to the death”

“What!?” She yells in surprise. She rushes to the gate, watching as Jim struggles against Draal. For some odd reason, it reminded her of his fight with Steve.

“He wanted me to give this to you” She turns around to find Toby holding a letter to her, addressed to her. She hesitantly reaches for it, feeling like accepting it would mean she already accepted his demise.

The girl grabs it, before immediately stuffing into her pocket. She turns her attention back to the fight, not taking her eyes off her friend.

Draal grabs Jim by the leg and throws him onto one of the moving platforms. He then grabs onto a different platform to lift himself up and be at the top when Jim arrives.

The platforms began to turn vertical one by one, forcing Jim to hold on otherwise he’d fall to his doom. The blue troll confidently marches over to him, stepping onto the boy’s hand and making him fall down.

“He's getting killed! Do something!” Toby yells, running through the large gapes of gates. He was pulled back by Aaarrrgghh. “Forget being a pacifist! Save Jim!” He begs the large troll.

“He cannot. This is Jim's fight” Blinky refuses.

Jim struggles to get up as the platforms lower and Draal appears behind him. An idea pops into Jim's head, he turns around. “Rule three” He says, before kicking Draal in the nuts. The troll screams out in pain, he falls down and catches himself with his hand.

When he opened his eyes, the human had disappeared from his sight. Turns out the boy was hiding behind him, holding his bruised side.

“By Deya's grace, he found it!” Blinky exclaims in excitement, shaking poor Toby.

“Found what?” Aaarrrgghh asks, sounding puzzled.

(Y/n)’s eyes lit in realisation. “He found Draal’s blind spot!” She beamed, impressed by Jim’s cleverness.

Looking back, Jim spots one of the swinging axes. 

“You cannot be the Trollhunter! You're a boy! - I am the son of Kanjigar!” Draal cries out, still trying to find his opponent.

Limping over to the opening where the giant axe comes from, Jim announces: “And I am Jim, son of Barbara. And the amulet chose me!”. He jumps out of the way right as the weapon swings out and hits Draal, sending the troll flying.

Draal hits the ground and tumbles off the edge, making every troll in the audience gasp. He tries to hold on, staring at the lava flowing below him.

“Yes, he did it!” Toby cheers, raising his arms.

Blinky cuts his celebration short, “It’s not over, he has to finish the fight” he states, referring to the third rule.

Finally reaching the edge, Jim stood above Draal. The trolls began to chant “Finish the fight!”. The sword of daylight appears in Jim’s hand as if the amulet itself was telling him to finish it.

Jim stares into Draal’s pleading eyes as he raises the sword. He changes his grip on it and slams it into the ground. He holds onto it while stretching his other hand out towards Draal.

“The fight is to the death” Draal argues, not wanting to accept the mellow defeat.

“House rules, not mine” Jim replies, “Come on, man. Don’t make it weird”. Finally Draal grabs his hand and Jim pulls him back up.

The crowd erupted in dissatisfaction and annoyance, booing Draal. “You should’ve killed me” the troll says, hiding his face in shame.

Jim marches to the middle of the arena, speaking to the crowd. “Look, I may not have followed your rules, but neither did the amulet when it chose me. Right now, over our heads, changelings are in Arcadia.”

Gasps could be heard around at the information. “What is he talking about?” Vendel questions.

“You'll need a Trollhunter who doesn't have to live in the shadows. This is a time to work together. They're building the Killahead-” Jim’s great speech was interrupted by Blinky, who pulls him away.

“Stop! Say no more! We must leave this instant!” Blinky shushes the boy, leading him away from the arena.

“They have a right to know” Jim argues with his mentor, frustrated at being interrupted.

“And you have a right to listen! Ours is an ancient race. It will take time to win hearts and minds” Blinky responds.

Jim looks back to see Draal walk through the arena while the other trolls boo him and throw items at him.

“Why are they treating them like that?” The boy asks, feeling sorry for the bully.

“You spared his life, but destroyed his honor. He will never be able to show his face in Trollmarket again” Blinky explains.

Finally relaxed, Jim’s armor disappears. He stumbled a bit back when he was hugged. “Oh hey (Y/n), didn’t notice you there” he slightly pushes her away by her hips, only to realise where he put his hands and immediately put them in the air. “Didn’t take you for the hugging type”

(Y/n) steps back, smiling. “Apologies, I was just so relieved” she says, “I was absolutely worried when I heard this battle was to the death”

“But you’re alive!” Toby laughs with joy. Before pulling Jim into a hug, just a bit tighter than the last one.

“And sore, Ease up”

“Just one more minute”

“Aaarrrgghh, Blinky… a word” Vendel calls out from a narrow path that connects to the upper view of the arena.

“Good fight” Aaarrrgghh chimes, patting Jim on the head.

“Yes! Very good fight, Master Jim. I'll handle Vendel. You get home and rest. Tomorrow, we shall join you for these… what do you call them? Ah, yes, tacos” Blinky bids farewell as he and his companion follow the elder troll.

“You opened the letter?” Jim looks down at his friend with a knowing smile.

“When I read I was your best friend, it took our relationship to a whole new level” Toby sighs, proud.

“Did you open it?”

The young witch shook her head. “You did the right thing. Even if Draal was a… what did you call it? A butt wipe? You shouldn’t change your morals to please others”

“Close enough” Toby shrugged at the botched insult.

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“Happy anniversary, Daylight”

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Still giggling at (Y/n) calling Steve a "rascal".

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Joining art fight again!

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New pfp!

Old vs new

My art improved a lot so I thought it was time to redo it.

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Something I made during class, perhaps I'll do it again when we're in Angor rot arc, S2 and S3.

I have made a begin for the next chapter, I hope I'll be able to work on it soon.

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I now have a Ko-Fi!

Ko-Fi

There you can commission art or give tips. On my Devianart, you can find more of my art.

Devianart

(Also no fetish stuff)

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It’s my birthday!

(Put some oc’s and (Y/n). Kept it simple cause I did not have much time or energy)

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I was literally watching 9 of Trollhunters (Jim’s birthday) and realise “Oh wait my birthday is tomorrow”.

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The Goblin Problem

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Chapter 4

Word count: 4.5 K

Synopsis: Our heroes find out about goblins and you finally find what you are looking for.

(A/n): The trollhunter x reader tag is so empty :(

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Jim dodges the flames that were spewed by a moving statue, then deflecting two arrows that were heading towards him. 

“Always be afraid. Fear heightens your senses. Fear keeps you alive” Blinky recites the first rule of being the Trollhunter.

Leaning confidently on his sword, Jim smirks. Only to get hit in the back by a metal ball. He falls to the ground near Blinky’s feet.

“Arrogance gets you killed” Blinky adds in a somewhat stern voice.

“Yeah, I'll have to remember that” Jim groans, lifting his face off the ground.

Blinky picks the boy up and sets him back on his feet, pushing him to continue training. “Draal, however, does not fear you. That will be his weakness, but not you. You'll be wetting your armor. That will be your strength”

Jim swings his sword around, hitting the metal balls that were shot at him.

Meanwhile, Toby was standing next to Aaarrrgghh, doing squads. “Oh, yeah. Looking good, Jimbo. Feel the burn! - If Jim's getting fit, I'm getting fit” He shows off a tracker he had around his 

(Y/n) looks up from the Troll history book, eyeing the tracker. “What’s that?” She asks him. 

“It’s a tracker my Nana got me.” Toby answers, the tracker beeping again. “Don’t want to be too big”

Aaarrrgghh frowns, looking at his own massive hand. Toby quickly adds: “Not that there's anything wrong with being big. But if I'm gonna have Jim's back, I gotta be nimble”. The Troll smiles, mimicking Toby’s exercising moves.

After Jim finishes training, they all gather in the middle of the arena. Draal walks past with another Troll. “Look it's training” He says mockingly, letting out a growl towards Jim. “Cute”

As the two walk off, seeming to talk about something in Troll language.

(Y/n) glares at their retreating frames, feeling anger boil in her. She didn't even notice her hair starting to float again until Toby jabs her in the side, making her snap out of it.

“Let your fear keep you alive. Let his arrogance lead him astray. Defeat him and you'll make history” Blinky advises Jim, leading him away from the training area.

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“I know contemporary media might lead you to believe European history is full of swords, sorcery, and scandal. I assure you, the truth is far more interesting, and there's no better place to start than Renaissance Era pottery” The woman, who works at the Museum the class was visiting, explains.

Most of the kids looked bored, even Strickler himself. Eli looked absolutely ecstatic, while (Y/n) looked curious.

“Since we have limited time, Ms. Nomura, perhaps it's best if they explore the museum on their own. Don't you think?” Strickler proposes, perhaps doing it for his own sanity.

In the blink of an eye, almost all students had run off inside. (Y/n) was left behind, she gave an awkward smile at the two adults before shuffling into the museum.

She walks through the museum, it seemed her classmates were more further in as this part was deserted. She enters the England middle ages section, filled with armor, paintings and vases.

Then she spotted a book in a glass case. She approaches it, taking a good look at it. There were familiar words and even more familiar doodles on the pages. ‘My spell book’ She thinks, reading one of the spells.

“Interest in magic?” Nomura’s voice chimes behind her, scaring the absolute life out of the girl. “Researchers suspect that this may have been written in an ancient language or magic spells. But that doesn't exist, right?” Her scary green eyes almost glowed at how intense they were.

(Y/n) quickly shakes her head. “Yeah, of course. Crazy if it did. Oh I think I hear my friends, bye ma’am!” She rushes off to where she heard talking.

She finds her classmates on the second floor, seeming to be 14th century. She spots Claire and Steve looking at a dress in a large glass case. She makes a funny face that only Claire could see, the girl notices it and chuckles. Steve looks behind him, confused, but sees nothing.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Over here!” She hears someone call her name, she looks towards the direction to see Eli trying to get her attention. He waves his hand around with a phone in his other hand.

She walks over to him, a small smile on her face. “Hey Eli, do you need anything?” She asks, taking a peek at his phone.

“Look at this!” He shoves his phone in the girl’s face. She takes a step back, taking a good look at the screen. A photo of a dead goblin, seeming to be hit by a vehicle.

Her (e/c) eyes slightly grow wide, recognizing the green creature. ‘Goblins, great. Too bad those pests didn’t die out these last few centuries’. “Oh woah, interesting” She says through gritted teeth.

Toby swoops in and snatches Eli’s phone from his hand. “Hey, Eli, can I see your phone real quick?” He pretends he ‘accidentally’ clicked on the delete button. “Oh, darn”

Grabbing the phone back, Eli looks down at his phone, disappointed. “What the heck? You deleted it?” 

“Darn these stubby little fingers. If it's any consolation, I believed you” Toby chuckles, offering a bit of comfort. But gets distracted by his tracker beeping.

“Hey Eli, how about we keep this between us” (Y/n) chimes, putting his index finger to her lips. “Those creatures could be listening, they probably don’t want you to know”

Eli lights up, nodding. “Yeah, between us. I’m gonna look for more evidence” He walks off, looking around for anything suspicious.

Unable to keep it in, (Y/n) lets out a chuckle. She found the boy’s hijinks amusing, but she still hoped that he wouldn’t get hurt.

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“Voila!” Toby exclaims, presenting the dead goblin. 

“Not voila. Goblin” Aaarrrgghh corrects him.

“Goblin?” Jim repeats, poking the corpse with a stick.

“Ruthless tricksters. Petty street vandals who leave a wake of destruction. This is not good” Blinky describes the green little menaces.

Jim gets up from his crouching position, throwing away the stick. “Well, justice was served. We should get back and train for Draal” He concludes, putting his hand together.

“It’s not that simple” (Y/n) cuts in, looking down at the puddle of green on the road. She remembers that goblins would always be in groups, sneaking into the kingdom to steal all sorts of things.

“Oh, no, Master Jim. Where there is one, there is many. And, as for the unfortunate soul who ran over this small fellow, may Skaargen's swift blade have mercy!” Blinky spits in his two upper hands, rubbing them together. Then putting one of them on his chest and the other on his back. 

“And why is that?” Jim asks.

“Naturally, goblin payback is ten-fold” Blinky answers, holding up two of his hands with the addition of one finger on his other two hands.

(Y/n) approaches the door, taking off the note. She walks back, squinting at the letters. “It says…uh delivery, 8 pm”

Toby gasps. “The delivery driver must’ve squashed the goblin” He concludes.

“Then we’ll be here at 8, we need to be here. I'm not gonna let some poor guy become goblin chow on my watch "Jim determines, ready to face the gross creatures.

“Master Jim, answering the call!” Blinky cheers.

“So cool. Stakeout!” Toby chuckles “Past my curfew!”

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The next day they hide in the bushes on the other side of the street, watching Eli’s house with a close house. It was almost 8 o’ clock and not a sign of the goblins.

“It's already nine o'clock. Ugh. It appears the only thing being delivered is failed expectations” Blinky complains, crossing his arms.

“At least, no sign of goblins” Jim responds. He hands over his binoculars to (Y/n) to grab his walkie talkie “Hey, Tobes, all clear. How's it going over there?”

The girl looks puzzled at the object, confused about what it actually did. She does it different ways before finding out she had to look from the small side. She noticed Jim giving her a perplexed look, to which she awkwardly smiles.

“All good in the hood, Trollhunter, except I can't stop moving. My love of stakeouts is being ruined by my overwhelming need to obtain swag. - Other than that, nothing unusual” Toby’s voice comes through the trinket Jim was holding, along with pants. Him and Aaarrrgghh were only a few meters away, hiding behind a fence. “War Hammer out”

“War Hammer to Trollhunter, the package has arrived” Toby mentions, the delivery truck pulling up to the house. The delivery guy gets out of the truck and retrieves a package, proceeding to immediately drop it and the contents shatter.

“Let's get him out of here before it's too late” Jim instructs.

(Y/n) notices one of the street lanterns going out, she looks over with the binoculars. A Goblin breaking it, followed by others doing the same. “They’re here” she says.

A group of goblins emerge from the must, lead by a Goblin who had a mustache drawn on. 

“His fate has already been sealed” Blinky reduces, finding the situation hopeless. 

“No, I'm not gonna let an innocent person-” Jim stands up, about to walk over there and confront the creatures.

Blinky quickly tackles him to the ground before he could do anything. “Great trouble! There appears to be far more than I had anticipated” He grabs the walkie talkie, “Stay down and don't make a sound. In their frenzied state, they'll attack any in their path” He tells Aaarrrgghh and Toby.

The delivery guy rings the doorbell and proceeds to drop the package again. The door opens, revealing Eli who accepts the package. The delivery guy walks into the house, leaving the vehicle unguarded.

“But that's Eli! He's in my class” Jim argues.

“He was in your class” Blinky corrects, placing his hand on the Trollhunter’s shoulders.

“Wait, they're not after the delivery guy, look!” (Y/n) points to the goblins, the hoard stalking towards the delivery truck. The creatures began to eat the metal of the vehicle, leaving nothing behind.

“Unexpected. Their dispute isn't with the driver at all, but rather the transportation that had flattened their kinsman. Ooh, you must not be afraid, Master Jim” Blinky realises, he tells the boy.

“I thought the first rule of trollhunting was to always be afraid” Jim questions him, remembering what he said the day they met.

“Trolls. Not goblins” Aaarrrgghh clarifies.

“Goblins crave the pheromone of terror, an odor you appear to be releasing quite generously” Blinky explains, giving the teen an odd look.

“Wait! This is too much. You mean, they can smell fear?” Toby smells his armpit, his eyes widening. “Oh, no! I can smell it, too”

“Then stop, or they will eat you!” Blinky yells at the walkie talkie, getting a tell in return.

Some of the goblins stand up, sniffing the air. They turn around, spotting the three in the bushes.

“Perhaps I made my point too loud. Run!” Blinky exclaims, before booking it. (Y/n) grabs Jim's hand, running after Blinky.

The goblins speed after them, looking like a certain fast rodent. Aaarrrgghh toshes Toby into his back, chasing after the goblins and his friends.

Suddenly, the amulet begins to glow. Jim grabs it out of his pocket, the magical object flying to his chest, making the armor appear. (Y/n) stumbles a bit by the sudden increase in weight.

“Now is not the time for armor! It'll only slow you down!” Blinky yells at him.

“You think I'm trying to do this?” Jim yells back, struggling to keep up with (Y/n) and Blinky.

“Your armor is responding to your emotional state! Control your fear, or you'll be dinner!” Blinky explains in a panicked manner.

“Just breathe and relax” the young witch suggested. “Nevermind, I can’t do that either” she shakes her head.

Jim begins to slow down more, having to let go of her hand as he couldn’t keep up anymore. “It's so, so heavy!” He gets tackled to the ground by the goblins. 

He was luckily saved by Aaarrrgghh pulling him up and throwing the boy onto his large back, next to Toby. He smacks the goblins away, keeping up with the two friends in front of him. Jim’s armor disappeared as he relaxed a bit.

Toby’s tracker beeps, making the Teen look at it. “Oh, my gosh! I just got a free t-shirt! - This is so much cardio!” He exclaims. He proceeded to get snatched by one of the Goblins and being pulled off of Aaarrrgghh, Jim just brought in time to grab onto his leg.

“Get it off, get it off, get it off!” Toby yells as the Goblin tugs at the tracker. The green creature flies off when the tracker comes loose and off of Toby’s wrist.

“We need to find refuge!” Blinky tells the others.

“Trollmarket?” (Y/n) suggests, being the only place she could think of.

Blinky shakes his head “It’s too far away”.

“Cut through these backyards. We'll get to my house” Toby points to the left towards a bunch of bushes. They took a sharp turn and ran straight into it.

They are met with a fence. Aaarrrgghh takes Toby and Jim off his back and places them on the other side “Up and over”. Then picking Blinky and (Y/n) up and doing the same. Finally climbing over it himself.

They run to the back door. Toby twists the door knob only to realise it was locked, so he reaches for the keys in his pocket.

“Come on, come on! Hurry, Tobes!”

“Don't rush me!” Toby responds, twisting the key.

Seeing the Goblins getting too close for comfort. (Y/n) pushes Toby aside and places her hand on the door knob. “Nepo won” she whispers. The door unlocks and flies open. “Come on!”

They rush in, only for Aaarrrgghh to get stuck in the doorway “Uh oh”. Thinking quickly, Toby turns the light outside the door on. It successfully scared away the goblins as they hissed in pain.

“Thank gosh for Nana's anti-burglar mania” Toby sighs in relief, leaning against the fridge.

“Toby-pie! Is that you?” An elderly woman’s voice could be heard from upstairs.

“Don't mind us, Nana. We'll just be in my room. Binge-watch another show and keep the cats inside” Toby yells back, motioning for the others to go upstairs.

“Toby pie?” (Y/n) repeats with a raised eyebrow, slightly amused at the nickname.

Toby ignores the comments. “What was the door thing you did, just there?” He asks, he awkwardly moves his hands around. “Is it like that hair floating, what else can you do?”

“Probably able to turn you into a frog if you get too curious” (Y/n) warns, teasing him. The boy looks at her with wide eyes, before rushing upstairs.

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They arrived at Toby’s room. (Y/n) and Toby sit on his bed, while Aaarrrgghh eats his vhs tapes. They watch as Blinky and Jim pace around each other.

“I'm sorry to say, Master Jim, but your town is infested with goblins!” Blinky grabs the young Trollhunter by the shoulder and shakes him.

Jim shakes off the troll’s hands, “Okay, trolls, I can deal with because, at least, trolls stay underground. But goblins? I don't even have the bandwidth to-”

“Jim, we gotta get my Chubby Tracker back. As long as they've got it, they're just gonna get stronger and faster” Toby mentions, missing his exercise trinket.

“I think they would just get free T-shirts from it” (Y/n) argues, not really caring about it.

“Must find den” Aaarrrgghh states, before chomping another tape.

“Yes, and eradicate them at once before they seek their revenge!” Blinky warns. They already knew what the Goblins were capable of.

“Revenge?” Jim repeats, he sits down on the bed between his two friends. 

“On you three. And they now know where Tobias lives”

“So, we find their den. You must have some idea” Jim suggests, questioning his mentor.

“Haven't the foggiest. It could be anywhere” Blinky responds.

“They don’t come out during the day, meaning they reside in their den during those hours. A place close enough to town but where people don't come” (Y/n) theorizes, but it was too little to work with.

Before she could go any further, they heard high pitched chatter. Blinky turned and looked into the doll house that was standing against the wall. Where he saw the gnome sharing a meal with a doll. “Great Gronka Morka! What is the gnome doing in this dollhouse?”

The teen witch turned to the boys with a surprised look. “You didn't kill it?”.

“Toby-pie? I don't recognize that voice. Who is that?” Toby’s grandmother yells from downstairs.

“It's a friend, Nana! I do have more than two!” Toby yells back, crossing his arms proudly.

“No, you don’t” Nana responds, making the confidence leave Toby’s body.

“You told me to take care of the gnome, so we're taking care of it” Jim explains himself.

“This is in direct violation of rule number two!” Blinky points at the boy “Whatever happened to finishing the fight?”

“And rule number one is to always be afraid, except if you're around goblins 'cause they smell fear” Jim monologues, getting up from the bed. “Your rules make less sense than algebra, which oh, yeah I have in a few hours unless I get eaten by goblins tonight” His little outburst makes the gnome hide away back in his house.

“I'm sorry. I'm no good at understanding your rules. I'm not ready for Draal, Bular, or finding a stupid den of goblins” Jim sighs, frowning.

“As your trainer, I can only advise, not make your decisions. I understand. You're human” Blinky places two of his hands on Jim's shoulders before leading to sit back on the bed. “You're learning the rules in your own way. Aaarrrgghh and I will seek out this den, wherever it may be. You just focus on your studies. It seems life has thrown enough at you for one day. But a gnome in a dollhouse?!”

His last remark made the boys sheepishly grin.

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(Y/n) walks out of school, she pauses when she hears her phone going off. She pulls it out, notifications from Jim and Claire. When she first clicks on Claire’s contact, she is met with a photo of busted lips. ‘Got a ball from Jim in the face 😤’

The girl sighs, knowing that it was an accident. ‘He’s terrible at impressing his crush’ she thinks, before clicking on Jim’s contact. 

‘We found the Goblin nest!! Meet us at the museum at 8’

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The clock hits 7:50. After grabbing an empty backpack, (Y/n) slowly opens her window and climbs out of it. She grabs onto the edge of the roof and jumps down. She lets go and falls into her butt, “Ow…” she whispers.

She got up and began to walk towards the museum. She arrives at it, spotting Jim and Toby standing near some bushes.

“Guys–”

The boys yell in surprise, (Y/n) tries to shush them. Jim grips his chest “Jeez, (Y/n), don’t sneak up on us”

She looks up, seeing the Goblins disappear into the museum from the roof.

“Let's go tell the others” Jim suggests.

Toby gasps, pushing his friends into a nearby bush. “Get down!”

They peek their heads out from behind the plant, seeing a familiar woman walk into the building. “It's the museum lady”

“She has no idea it's infested. At any moment, they could strike! Or worse lay eggs in her ears” Toby guesses, putting his hands over his ears.

“I don't think goblins do that” Jim responds, sceptical.

“Anywho. As much as she is creepy, we need to get her out of there” (Y/n) proposes to the others.

“Good idea, but cover your ears” Toby agrees, covering his ears again.

Finding the doors locked, they find a different way in. Jim pushes one of the windows open, seeming unlocked.

“This is breaking and entering” Toby argues, being against the idea of possibly committing a crime.

“No, it's-it's breaking and rescuing” Jim argues back, trying to make it sound less terrible. He pulls Toby’s hands from his ears. “Relax. We're just gonna get her out of there, and then let Blinky and Aaarrrgghh handle the rest”

He climbs onto the window sill and holds his hand out. (Y/n) grabs it and climbs on with his help. They both jump down and wait for Toby to come through.

Toby comes stuck in the half open window, he awkwardly chuckles. He holds out both of his hands which the two grab. They pull out and the three of them fall onto the ground.

“Jeez, this place gives me the creeps with the lights out” Jim says, standing up while wiping the dust off of himself.

“It was better when you could see the Neanderthals” Toby adds. Pointing back to something he said to Steve to distract him so Jim and Claire could talk.

(Y/n)’s eyes caught a sign ‘Medieval England’ and saw her chance. She speaks off, hoping that the other two wouldn't notice.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

She zips up her backpack, slinging it around her arm. She perks when she hears Toby and Jim screaming. “Oh no” She rushes towards the noise, pushing through curtains.

She sees Jim wearing his daylight armor fighting a Troll that resembles the museum lady. In a quick fashion she slashes two curved orange blades at it.

The girl notices a viking shield hanging on the wall. She takes off her backpack and takes the shield. “Jim!” She jumps in between them, protecting him from the attacks.

“(Y/n)! Where have you been?” He questions her.

The witch turns her head back to look at him. “Well–”

“Watch out!” He pushes her aside when she sees Nomura aiming for (Y/n)’s head, he stops his blade with his own.

Toby grabs onto Nomura’s long hair. Only for the mustache Goblin to jump onto him and Nomura shaking him off.

Jim slashes his sword at the changeling. She dodges and makes a hit on her own. Jim turns, (Y/n)’s shield taking the hit as they were leaning against each other's back.

Nomura hits Jim, making him hit the wall and accidentally letting a large blanket fall onto the floor. The wicked woman chuckles, thinking she had won. She walks into the large blanket, ready to finish the Trollhunter.

Finally taking his tracker back, Toby kicks the Goblin off. The creature lands on the blanket behind the Nomura.

“This was fun. Now, you're history” She grins, kicking Jim’s Sword out of his hand. “All that fancy armor and you're just a scared little boy” She raises her blades, ready to strike.

Jim sees the Goblin sitting behind her and gets an idea. He grips the end of the blanket, “Arrogance gets you killed!” He tells, pulling up the fabric.

The motion makes Nomura fly and fall onto the Goblin. She watched as a marker rolls from the dead goblin remains. The other goblins rush to the scene, finding their leader dead. One of the goblins picks up the marker and draws a mustache on himself. “Waka chaka!”

“No, it wasn't me! No! No!” Nomura cries, walking back until her back hits a crate. The goblins rush at her with fury.

Toby takes a picture, while (Y/n) grabs her bag. “Let's get out of here!” Jim yells, grabbing his two friends by the hands and dragging them out of the museum.

They get onto their bikes, (Y/n) getting on behind Jim. They peddled as fast as they could away from the scene.

“Holy, What the? Her face! Did you?” Toby stutters, unable to finish his sentences.

“And that bridge! There were troll markings on it” Jim adds.

Realisation comes into the (h/c)nette’s head as she remembers what Blinky told them and what she read in the troll book. “The Killahead Bridge" she mutters.

They stop in the middle of the road, trying to take all in what just happened. “Bridge? Who cares? There's a shapeshifting troll witch!” Toby exclaims.

“They're walking among us, Tobes! They can be anyone! We need to tell Blinky and Aaarrrgghh” Jim concludes, ready to head to Trollmarket.

“Uh guys” (Y/n) says, drawing their attention. She points to an approaching police car with its alarm and lights on.

“Hands up!” The police officer commands.

Toby and Jim drop their bikes and the three of them raise their arms in the air.

“On the ground, now!”

They get on the ground. “What did we do?” Toby questions.

“Dispatch, we have the teens that match the description of the museum break-in” The police officer says in his walkie-talkie, before turning to the three teens on the ground. “You're coming with us”

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“Get in the middle there” A police officer instructed, pointing at a wall which had heights in feet. (Y/n) stands in the middle with a board that had her full name on it. She stares at the machine called a camera. It flashes, binding her for a moment. Then she was instructed to turn left and right to show both sides.

Once done, she had to wait in the hall with Jim and Toby. She sat on a bright plastic chair with her bag on her lap.

“(Y/n) (L/n), your guardians are here” A voice announces. She gets up and walks out the door. There she found Mr and Mrs Nuñez talking to each other. When they notice her walking out, they rush over to her.

“Are you alright, did they do anything to you?” Mrs Nuñez asks, tilting (Y/n)’s head for any wound.

‘The goblins?’ “Who are you talking about?” (Y/n) asks, curious and worried.

“Those boys” Mr Nuñez answers. “Despicable of them to take advantage of a girl with amnesia. Go get in the car, we will deal with the rest” 

They walk into the police station while Jim and Toby stroll out of it. The two adults glare at the teens, who avoid eye contact.

“So…um” Jim mumbles, not sure what to say.

“Yeah” Toby mutters, shrugging his shoulders. 

“I'll see you at school” (Y/n) says, making her way to her foster parents’ car. She gets in, closing the door. She takes a quick glance at the boys, hugging her backpack.

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Barbara starts the car after scolding her and his friend. “They told me a book was stolen, do you boys know anything about what?”

Jim and Toby look at each other, not having a clue.

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(Y/n) opens her bag, looking down at her spell book.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

Jim and (Y/n)'s fighting is inspired by Connie and Steven.

Just found out Gunmar Shares the same voice actor as Mr. Krabs. Imagine Mr. krabs was the big bad all along.

[littlefanficprincess]

So I just finished reading the Trollhunters comics and realised how different they were compared to wizards.

I was already planning to rewrite Wizards in Trollhunters x reader (cause the flanderization, that version of Deya as a whole and a few other things).

Now I'm trying to figure out a balance so its more comic accurate but it keeps the structure of wizards.

Comic Timeline of Trollhunters:

Other Trollhunters ➡️ Deya ➡️ Kanjigar ➡️ Jim

Show Timeline of Trollhunters:

Deya ➡️ Other Trollhunters ➡️ Kanjigar ➡️ Jim

I was thinking that in the rewrite that Deya was not the first Trollhunter. She is an outcast because she helped create the amulet (with Merlin) and worked with humans before other trolls were chill with them. So that outcast from the show van still stay.

The gang (Douxie, Claire, Jim, Steve and (Y/n)) drop in at the moment where there is no Trollhunter as the last one was recently murdered and the amulet had yet to choose the next champion.

And right before the kilahead bridge fight. The amulet chooses her and she decides its finally her time to stop running and fight for her people.

This Merlin went behind Arthur as he never told him about the amulet.

This is my best attempt to fuse the two but still make sense.

If you guys have any ideas, please share.

[mmelete]

The Tumblr Experience

[c4shcow]

WHY DO PEOPLE PUT #xreader WHEN ITS THEIR DAMN OC..PLEASE STOP

[littlefanficprincess]

Transformer peeps, I have an idea for TFA Bulkhead x reader story.

TFA Bulkhead loves to paint so what if he has a Vidalia-Amethyst relationship with the reader.

He sees the reader and cannot stop painting her, but in his more abstract style. The others were absolutely clueless on what he was painting and he paint it so much.

He finally build up the courage to talk to you and now he has a model, nothing can stop this bot from admiring your beauty.

[littlefanficprincess]

hi! I read you question about the knockout!Christine and Christine being my favorite horror movie (is funny to remember that I laughed at my dad wen he fist show it to me... ironic isn't) and I have some ideas answering your question and is that I think knockout should still be cybertronian. And is because you now how Arnie changes personality how the movie advances, a good way to do this and ad romance is that reader (let say is the 80’s) is insecure about her self (also apply if you do it gender neutral) because boys don’t think she is attractive. One guy invites her to a date but dumps her or tell her is was a prank and she just loses it. And she breaks down inside knockout and with that he start playing the radio “Something” from the beetles or “You are so beautiful” from Joe Cocker, something in those lines she gets weird out and gets out of the car. Knockout transforms and she is terrified, she tries to leave but he coners her, and just tells her to don’t worry about that guy he is better and her in that vulnerable state gets confident that even if his a alien robot someone finally loves her and is there wen she starts going mad.

And the ending I think should be different because is not because I love Christine but you don’t root for the other 2 guys because you Neely see them in the movie like I don’t even remember their names, she just spears to complain and the friends does good at the beginning but after that he just in the hospital and is… I don’t care about them so a “bad” ending for the good guys would be better.

More considering that the meaning of the book is that evil never leaves and always returns so…

And I know this is pretty long but I also have the idea of how knockout like to street race you could add that he takes reader to a race and they win but reader doesn’t show her face but after this confident bust that knockout gives her she is there challenging and good dress to the race and even if the the bullies death could be there.

I hope you read this thanks :)

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Christine! Knockout x (Fem) reader

Word count: 3k

Prompt by: @xaythefreak

Synopsis: You found a red hot car on the side of the road, little did you know it would change your life.

(A/n): I had most of it finished when I got this ask, but I tried to still incorporate things from it. (It takes place in the early 2000's)

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(Y/n) stretches her arms above her head, feeling that her limbs were very sore. She runs her oil covered hands against her overalls.

“There is another one coming in hot!” Her coworker yells at her. A few seconds later, a busted up yellow beetle rolls in.

“Man, what do these college kids do to their cars?” She mutters to herself. Pushing up the hood, she takes a look at the engine, which wasn’t looking much better. 

Just before she went to college, she got a side job as a mechanic. The garage was near her campus which ended with a lot of students showing up.

She leaned in close, to make sure she didn’t miss any broken areas. She almost falls forward when she feels a pair of hands on her shoulders, “Boo!” a familiar voice yells.

(Y/n) pulls herself out, trying to not lose her balance. She turns around to be met with two girls, both smiling at her. “Sari, Omari!” She scolds them, placing her hands on her hips.

Waving it off, Sari says “It’s just a spook. We’re going to the arcade after this, we were wondering if you wanted to join us”.

“There’s a new game machine installed, I would love to try it” Omari adds, leaning onto Sari.

Sighing, (Y/n) pushes the hood down. “You guys go ahead, I’ll be there in fifteen” She replies, feeling exhausted from the long day of fixing cars.

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(Y/n) sits on the scooter, driving back from the arcade. As much as she loves her friends, they could easily drain her energy. 

Her attention was caught by a red car on the side of a road with a sign next to it, it was like it was calling it to her.

She makes a quick turn, stepping off your scooter and taking off your helmet. She got a better look at the vehicle, she recognised it as an Aston Martin. “Woah” She mumbles, dragging her hand across the metal.

“You should keep your hands to yourself, lassy. Unless you're interested in buying her” A voice calls out from the other side, scaring the girl.

There stood a man there, looking like he was from the streets. “It used to be my brother’s, he passed not too long ago. So I’m selling her, just one ride away from becoming a piece of scrap”

(Y/n) couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the guy calling the car a “her”, but she heard that is a habit for some men. “So how much for…her” She questions, eyeing the car, feeling like it was looking at her.

“How about four hundred fifty, may not be in the best shape but it's still a steal” The old man explains, coughing in his hand.

‘That would be a lot, but…’ The (h/c)nette looks at the car again, feeling like there was only one option. She pulls out her wallet, pulling out nine fifty dollar bills. “I’ll take it” She hands over the money, making sure not to make contact with him.

“All yours. Just because careful, I don't want a fragile girl like you getting hurt” Was the last the man said, irking (Y/n).

“Thank you, but I’ll be fine” She replies, not even trying to not sound sarcasting. She loaded her scooter into the trunk. She gets in the driver's seat, putting her helmet on the passenger.

She backs up and onto the road, going straight towards the garage. While driving, she notices the radio turning on. A broken version of “Hopelessly Devoted To You”, she remembered hearing from a movie she watched with her parents.

“I didn't think they would still play this on the radio” She thinks out loud, deciding to not turn it off. She hums along, tapping her index finger against the steering wheel.

She arrives at the garage, parking it in an empty spot. She gets out, taking out her scooter and helmet.

“And to whom does this belong?” She hears her manager say, assuming that the car was from a customer.

“It’s mine” She replies, putting a hand on the hide of the car. “I bought it from the side of the road, I was hoping to fix it up in my free time” She continued, walking with with her scooter “See ya, Knockout”

“You gave it a name?” Her manager raises an eyebrow, making (Y/n) realise. “Knockout, huh? And why did you choose that one?”

“I don’t know, it just feels…right”

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The next morning, she gets out of bed, walking over to her closet. She grabs her usual outfit, practical and easy to change out of to put her working outfit on.

She eyes the makeup case on the top shelf, remembering it was a gift from her aunt. She never really wore it, as it would be wiped off with the oil on her face.

Then she notices a red bracelet laying on top of the case, a gift from her mother herself. It reminded her of the red car, the one she was planning to fix up today. She puts it on, admiring how it looked.

She heads to school with her scooter, entering it after parking her vehicle. Entering the building, she was met with students eyeing her. Even though she helps them, she was the butt of the jokes with most of them.

A smile appears on her face, spotting her friends. “Hey girls” She greets him, holding her hand up as a wave.

Omari lets out a small gasp, grabbing (Y/n)’s hand. “Where did you get this from, it’s so pretty” She says, staring at the red bracelet.

“Just a gift from my mom, I thought it would be nice to wear some jewelry” (Y/n) answers. She slightly stumbles forward when someone pushes her.

“Out of the way, oil smear!” The guy yells, a known bully of (Y/n). From what she heard, he used to be a jock in high school. 

Letting out a sigh, (Y/n) says to her friends. “I’ll see you guys later” She walks away, feeling already done with this day.

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She enters the garage, after changing into her mechanic outfit. She goes straight to her car, finding it still in the same place where she left it. But it looked cleaner, its bright color showing more under the specks of dirt. Also its condition looked better, she was sure it wasn't like that.

“Hey, did you fix up my car when I was gone?” She asks her manager, who was walking into view.

“No?” Her manager answers, looking up from their clip board. “I thought you came in late and did it yourself, maybe Mark did it. The car definitely didn't fix itself”

(Y/n) shrugs, just wanting to begin working on the vehicle. Placing the bracelet on the side of her working table to make sure it doesn't get damaged, placing her tool box next to it.

Hearing a hum from the engine, (Y/n) couldn't help but smile. “Hello to you too, Knockout” she says, pulling out a wrench. She tightens the bolds, pushes the parts back together.

Broken music quietly flows through the radio, the girl recognizes it as “Hello” by Martin Solveig. Considering the car model, it was kind of clever. She didn't notice the rear view mirror slightly turning, eyeing the red bracelet. 

Just when the mechanic was about to finish repairing her car, a group of people entered the garage. She was too immersed in repairing the vehicle and listening to the music to notice them approaching her from behind. 

The music stops, making (Y/n) look up and see her classmates in the reflection of the windshield. She stands up, wiping the car oil onto her overalls. “Can I help you guys with anything?” She asks, getting a bad feeling.

“We heard you brought along a new fancy car, they weren’t lying it seems” One of the girls says, grinning like an imp. “We’re here to ask for a…test drive” 

“Sorry to disappoint, but I have yet to finish him. I’m sure your own fancy car will do just fine” (Y/n) replies, sarcasm noticeable in her voice. She has seen those kids riding in cars they got from their rich parents. She had a feeling they were planning to crash her car and leave it for scrap.

“What if we asked really nicely?” One of the two guys says. He approaches her, forcing her to bump into the front of the car. Placing her hands on the hood, leaning away to create as much distance. “How about a date”

“I have very strong feelings about that offer, but to keep it short, no thank you” (Y/n) answers, trying to get out of the situation. She feels the car slightly tilting, making her stumble off. 

Before she could question it, it rolled onto the guy’s foot. He yelps in pain, trying to get his foot unstuck. “Ow! Ow! Get this rust bucket off of me!” His friend grabs him by the waist, trying to pull him away. The car backs away, making the two fall to the ground.

The two guys rush out the garage, probably to the hospital to check out his hurt foot. The two girls follow behind, both glaring at (Y/n). The second girl doing a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

Looking at the car in the corner of her eye, (Y/n) mutters: “Thanks”. She places her hand on the hood, feeling the engine hum to life. She took it as a ‘No problem’

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At 1 am, the sky was pitch dark. Knockout hears the door of the garage, his first thought that it was (Y/n). But the idea was thrown out the window when there were multiple sets of footsteps and heard very whiney voices.

One of the girls from earlier approached him, using a hairpin to unlock his door. The guy without the injured foot pushes her to the side, getting into the driver seat. The girl scoffs, getting in the passenger seat.

The injured prick walks in, the other girl helping him to walk. The two of them get in the backseats. Knockout let them, an idea brewing in his mind. The idiot pushes the seat, “Take that, rust bucket!”

“Very mature” The girl in the front rolls her eyes. She turns on the radio as they take off driving, going through the channel and stopping when a trashy pop song plays. The dial suddenly turns, ‘Highway to hell’ plays on it. 

“Man, this song sucks” The jock on the wheel complained. The wheel spins out of his grip, the gear shift turns to reverse. It speeds backwards, hitting a lamp post at top speed. 

“Ah! Dude, what the fuck are you doing?!”

“That wasn’t me!”

“You made a mistake messing with me, you made an even bigger one messing with my darling” A smooth voice echoes through the radio. The seat belts tighten, the doors locking. “You want a test drive, I’ll give you one”

Knockout speeds forward onto the empty road, blasting music on the radio. The seat belt of the girl behind retracts, the door next to her opening. He takes a quick turn, making her fly out.

She hits the metal barrier on the side of the round, falling to the ground. She feels blood gushing from the back of her head, her vision going blurry.

“You piece of scrap!” The guy at the wheel yells, trying to step on the brake.

“Now, now, that isn’t nice” Knockout taunts him. He removes the seatbelt from him, speeding up. He stops, making the guy fly through the window. The girl had to watch her boyfriend get impaled on a broken stop sign, she let out a scream in horror.

Taking the chance, they guy in the back kicking the door open. He limps over the open road, trying to get away as fast as possible. His blood goes cold when he hears the car getting closer. He rushes to an abandoned gas station, going into the slim space between the station and the mountain.

It was too small for Knockout, but that didn't stop him. He continues driving, the sides of the car getting destroyed. 

“Stay back!” The guy yells, hugging the wall. He was helpless, tears dripping from his eyes. Air leaves his lungs as Knockout crushes him, the life leaving his body.

Knockout backs out, his broken frame repairing itself. The girl rolls down the window, crawling out of it. She runs into the gas station, hiding behind the shelves. She calls 911, “C’mon, c’mon, pick up” she says, frustrated.

“911, what is the nature of your emergency?”

“Finally! This might sound crazy but I’m being hunted by a ca–” She cuts herself off when she heard the car smashing into something. She peeks around the corner to see it was a gas tank that it crashed into, oil leaking from it.

“I’m sorry, what is hunting you? Ma’am?”

“What is it doing?” She whispers to herself. She watched as it backed up and rammed into the utility pole. It falls over, the wire breaking. It lands next to the spilled oil, electricity sparkling out.

Knockout backs away, turning around and riding in the direction he came from. A satisfying sound of an explosion was heard behind him, masking the screams of the girl. But he wasn’t done.

The other girl, the one who was thrown out the car, crawls over the road. She reaches for her broken phone. A pair of headlights came closer, the sound of music became louder. She only gets a second to scream before her head was crushed underneath Knockout’s tire. 

“A job well done I must say” Knockout says to himself with a smug voice. He drives off, looking for a place to clean the blood from his finish.

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A pair of (e/c) eyes open, looking up at the ceiling. (Y/n) sits up, stretching her stiff arms. She reaches for her usual outfit but stops herself.

There was a voice in her, telling her to break out her boring ways. Her fingers grace a red cocktail dress in the back of her closet. She puts it on, with a black leather jacket over it. To finish the look, she puts on a pair of red sneakers.

She walks out the door, surprised to see Knockout parked outside her house. Maybe her manager finished up finishing him and brought it there. She approaches it, entering. “Hey there, handsome” She greets, smirking. 

“I got a lot of love and it's growing strong. When I see you with your red dress on” Red dress by Magic! flows through the radio, of course referring to the red cocktail dress she was wearing.

“Oh yeah. I thought it was time for something different, what's better than to match my new car” (Y/n) responds, fiddling with said dress. She should’ve found it odd that her car could just communicate with her like it was sentient. But it felt more comforting somehow, like she understood it and it understood her.

Starting the engine, she drove off to school. Once arriving, she gets out of the car. She leans against it, giving a wink. “I’ll see you later, Knockout” She says, before turning her heel and walking away.

Knockout lets out a satisfied sigh, he couldn’t wait until the day that she was fully his. He couldn't help but eye a blue military truck.

Walking into school, (Y/n) instantly felt people staring at her. She couldn't help but notice that there was an odd gloomy mood. She spots her two friends, who were staring at Omari’s phone.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” She asks them, pushing her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket.

Sari pauses, taking in her appearance. She shakes her head, focusing on the question. “Haven't you heard? Jackson, Ashley, Liam and Bailey kicked the bucket yesterday, they were found dead on the road” She explains, shivering at the description of the state of the bodies.

(Y/n) wanted to care but she couldn’t, all she saw was four pests out of her life. “Good riddance” She responds with a cold voice. 

The two looked at her with eyes as wide as plates. They were expecting their friend to be empathic, it was like she was a totally different person. “(Y/n), you can’t say that” Omari says.

“Well, I’m just being honest, no need to sugar coat it” The girl huffs, she finds her friends looking disappointed and annoyed at her. “I don’t care. I’m going anyways”

She turns the heel, storming away. They couldn't understand her, it made her want to bash her own head in. She walks back, towards Knockout. She gets back in, huffing to herself. “Lets just go” She grumbles.

Her mood becomes less sour when ‘Oh! Darling’ by the Beatles. She smiles, starting the engine “Thanks, Red”

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“The bike’s in the shop,” Jack says, lowering the window of ‘his’ yellow muscle car.

“I don’t care what fancy car you have, Darby. You’re going down” Vince scoffs. The bully had challenged the boy to a race, now surrounded by other drivers that were ready to race.

A red car pulls up to the other side of Vince, grabbing from most people around. The window rolls down to reveal a woman wearing a black dress, an expensive looking red jacket and a pair of sunglasses. “Now now boys, let's keep this a healthy competition” The known champion of street racing says, a grin appearing on her face. She glances into her side mirror, knowing that her lover was looking back at her. “Let’s win this”

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Did you guys know Knockout is my second fav transformer? You'll probably won't guess who my favorite

[littlefanficprincess]

Because My Gorillaz x reader oneshot is blowing up, I made this art of (Y/n) and Del.

I think of possibly doing a part 2

[littlefanficprincess]

Danny Motta reacted to Lego Monkie Kid and now I want to rewrite my old Monkie Kid x reader fanfic.

But I can't cause I am already working on too many things. CURSE YOU DANNY AND MY MACAQUE PLUSHIE!

(It was called Rat's Tale, it was on Wattpad but is unpublished for atleast a year)

[littlefanficprincess]

Hey

Hey, you will write something in the style of a reaction of the turtles to initiate a sexual closeup through their partner, I do not mean spicy details only about their discounts on such situations, or immediately they would give up or would wait

(tmnt 2012,all of turtles)

Thanks!

2012 Turtles x gn! reader

Scenario: The turtles' reaction to their s/o initiating sexual close up (head cannons)

Rating: Spicy (Nothing actually sexual happens)

(A/n): The request was kinda written weirdly so I'm not sure if I did it right

Rules

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Leo

I imagine he didn't know how to react when it happened for the first time. 

You and Leo sat on top of a building, watching the stars. It was nice to have a break from fighting the kraang and from chaos of the sewers.

An idea pops into your mind when realising that the two of you were alone. Turning to the clueless turtle with a grin on your face.

Leonardo glances towards you, finding that crawling towards him. He leans back, placing his hands on the roof to hold himself up. Your face was close to his with your body hovering above his. 

His body tenses up as he feels you drag across his plastron, his green cheeks get a red glow. “Hey (Y/n), what are you doing?” He asks, trying to understand what was going on. 

“Come on, Leo. It’s been a while since we got to relax, the two of us” You say, a sly smile on your face. “How about we…”

He wasn't sure how to react, he never did something like this before. But he trusted you, so he let you do it.

After that, initiating it becomes a lot easier. 

But occasions like that are rare. Mostly because Leo can be busy, like him and his brothers fighting the krang or the foot clan.

He also would feel very embarrassed if his brothers would catch you two.

You sit on a roof, after a stressful mission. You slowly shuffle to Leo. “So we’re alone here, what if..” You trail off, but the message was obvious to your partner.

Letting out an amused huff. “Come here, you” he says, pulling you in. You laugh, excitedly as you get close.

Donnie

I have a feeling that he is familiar with it through the internet. Very confusing when he first saw it, but he later on got an understanding of it.

Flustered dork, we have seen how he has been with April and that’s just being near her.

Donnie was working away in his lab, twisting a screw on the thing he was working on. His brothers were out doing…something.

He slightly perks, hearing the lab door opening. His thoughts went to you, remembering that you said you were going to visit.

His suspicions were confirmed when he felt arms next to his neck and a head on his shoulder. “Hey, Don” You greet with your sweet melodic voice.

“Hey, (Y/n). Just finishing something here” The Turtle says, putting the project down on the table. “How is it going?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to…” You trial off, your hand gliding across his plastron.

Donnie.EXE has stopped working

He was kinda prepared for this but also not at all. He stood like a statue, wide eyes and heavy blush. You were about to ask if he was alright, he suddenly stood up.

He runs around, quickly cleaning his project and his tools. Before returning to stand in front of you, in- and exhaling “Alright, I’m ready”.

He already melted when you smiled at his confirmation.

He is less busy than Leonardo, but you guys don’t get to do it a lot either. Either fighting or being stuck in his lab to make anti-mutigen.

But having those breaks with you is the highlight of his day.

He will never stop being flustered about it.

The two of you sit in his lab, he works on something while you watch. He looks up to find you staring.

Something pops into his mind, making him stand up. He looks out of the lab, checking if anyone is nearby. Finding none, he closes the door and locks it.

He turns to face you, fiddling with his hands. “Can we…I…you…togheter” He mumbles, struggling to find the right words.

You shake your head in amusement. “How can I say no to that face?” You reply, grabbing him by the plastron and pulling him into a kiss.

Raph

Doesn't understand it at all. He wasn't even aware there was more than kissing and he only knows because of that through the tv shows they watch and the comics they read.

You'd probably have to explain it to him, to which he would act weirded out. Why would anyone need or want to do that?

But he will understand once he has experienced it himself.

Currently you are in your room. You on your bed reading something while Raph was sitting against a wall, looking at a magazine he found in your room.

He went from page to page, not really interested in the dresses, pants, shirts. But then he flipped to the middle of the magazine, he felt his face growing warm. 

On both pages were people in revealing clothing, he couldn't help but imagine you in those outfits. He closes the magazine before his mind could get any further.

He glances at you, thinking back to when you told him about the ‘gross’ stuff

 “Hey (Y/n)...” He calls out.

“Yeah Raph?” You respond, still continuing to read.

“Can we do that thing that you told me about?” He asks, hating how awkward he felt.

The question made you pause, you looked at him with a surprised expression. “Are you sure?” You question him.

“Well not anymore” Raph says, crossing his arms.

“No, no” You slightly panic. “I thought you weren’t interested in that” You mention, backing up to make more room on the bed. “Come on, get on” You instruct.

Somewhat unsure, he does as you say. Climbing onto the bed, above you. He didn't know what to do next, hoping you would take the reins. 

Which you luckily do. Cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss. Slowly softening, Raph kisses back.

He would have more time than both Donnie and Leo. But still don’t get to do it a lot because he is precise with the location.

He doesn't want his brother walking in while you two are busy and he also doesn’t want Spike (or chompy) seeing it.

Anywhere outside or in abandoned buildings is too risky for his taste.

He will only do it at your place if you live alone or if your guardians are away.

He likes it because he can let his guard down with you.

Currently you and your boyfriend are laying on your bed next to each other, both doing your own thing. You glance at him in the corner of your eye, an idea entering your mind. A mischievous grin appears on your face, which catches Raph’s attention.

He slightly turns head towards you, raising a brow (metaphorically). He turned his head back, but then he felt a hand creeping onto his thigh. “You are inconspicuous as a bolder” he comments, very aware of what you were trying to do.

You give him a big grin, batting your eyes. He gives you a playful eyeroll, putting away the thing he was holding. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

Seeing the result you wanted. He cups his cheeks, happily pulling him into a kiss.

Mikey

I can’t genuinely see Mikey in anything sexual, his mental state is like a child’s (shown in an episode).

So instead, I’ll just do kisses.

You and Mikey have been dating for a few weeks now, being a source of cuteness and positivity. 

He and his brothers were just done with a mission, Mikey was absolutely to return to the lair, to you.

Racing through New York and the sewers, he reaches the living space. He spots you sitting on the couch, reading something. “(N/n)!” He yells, practically pouncing on you. 

Abandoning the reading material, you wrap your arms around him. “Welcome back, Mikey” You say, smiling. You give him a kiss on the cheek, not even realising it was your first one.

Fireworks go off in Mikey’s head, he feels his cheeks growing warm. He cups your cheeks with stars in his eyes. “Do that again!” He exclaims.

You couldn't help but be charmed by your boyfriend, you happily comply. By the time you were done, you could swear he almost fainted.

From then on, giving him a kiss each day. It gives him an energy and dopamine boost.

If you wear lipstick, please cover his face in it. It’s like a medal of your love.

If he was able to, he would definitely cling to you like a koala.

You sneak through New York city with the four turtles, making sure not to lag behind. You stop when Leo does, the leader turning his head towards a direction.

The five of you peek over the edge of the roof, to where sound was coming from. You find Krang bots moving boxes, definitely planning a scheme. 

The three older brothers quickly jump into action and off the roof. You look at Mikey, wondering why he was hesitating. Finding that he was staring at you with puppy eyes.

It clicks in your mind, realising what he wanted. You lean in, giving him a peck on the cheek. He jumps up to his feet, very motivated. He leaps in, ready to help his brothers.

Maybe once they're done, you’ll give him another one.

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So funfact, I have never been in a romantic relationship. It's funny that I write romance but never experienced it (besides my first recent crush)