#toa x reader

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Angor rot my beloved 😳

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FLESH FOR THE EATING

Bular X Witch/wizard! Reader

Note: Reader's pregnant but is gender neutral (So if you don't have the ability to get preg now you do. Bular uh–accidentally–finds a way) mentions of people getting eaten, mentions of canbalism, Bular is quite the protective yet pissed off bitch(Going off the words of Mr Pearlmen), Bular's entrance includes a human body part that he intends to feed to reader so uh take that as you will (You don't eat it so don't worry)

Not proof read cus I'm too lazy

Owning a little cozy store in Arcadia Oaks was always a little dream of yours, believe it or not. Sure, it was not one of your main goals, being a socerress (And stealing a certain gumm-gumms heart) topped that. But now, in the modern day world, that goal of yours could be finally ticked off–a saying made by the mortal's–your bucket list.

A few years ago you bought a little bookshop snuggled between some not so 'sunshine and rainbow' allyways, but a fixer upper always comes in on one's journey of life. But, miraculously, after a few weeks the dingey allyways started to have less and less–quote on quote–shadey people. Which was great for business! More customers and people who weren't cowards. But it did come with a cost.

Missing people. A lot of missing people. Posters covered the streets of Arcadia for a long while, but slowly people started to give up. And then nobody was waiting and wanting for them to return. Sad for the families but (apparently) they were a delicious snack for your husband.

You affectionately call him 'Butch' when speaking about him to humans. Because, well, Bular is quite the abstract name and if they ever found books on troll history they could quite easily connect the dots, but humans find anything magical outlandish. They would just pin it as a coincidence and think 'maybe his parents really like fantasy and folklore', but it is better safe than sorry. Coming from the fact that you've met quite the few humans that are actually extraordinaryly smart, you maybe even thought about taking one of them as your apprentice. But alas it was never meant to be.

"Has Butch been having trouble putting the crib together yet?" Barba Lake, a dear friend and a once in a while customer, chuckled with a smile on her faint ruby red lips. You chuckled along with her. It was a stereotypical thing you would see in the picture films, the father of a child struggling to construct a baby's bed. You wouldn't say Bular was having trouble with a nest–techinaly a troll version of a crib, but for mother and baby–but he would spend a long time out searching for stuff that he deemed worthy to be apart of the nest. Though, it does worry you with how longer it takes each day. Yesterday it was so close to sunrise, you nearly turned him into stone yourself for being so careless. "A little bit, but he manages the best he can." You answered, passing Barbara her newly bought cooking books.

"And," You started, changing the subject. "How is that boy of yours?" You asked, refering to her son, Jim. He was a nice young boy. You remember when Barbara took him here when he was...five? If you remember correctly. The red haired woman's face contorted, she seemed hesitant and sad. "Barbara?" You said, your tone being glossed with worry. "I-...sorry," She murmured, taking her glasses off and rubbing her eyes. "A lot has been happening lately." You frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that." She shook her head, putting her glasses on and murmuring that it was fine.

You let out a sigh, sliding off your chair and standing tall. "I know it won't mean much," You said slowly, ducking behind the wooden counter, a hand making it's way to your bump. A few moments later you returned to Barbara, placing down a cardboard box full of items. Which in return, made the red head raise a brow. "But choose an item that *speaks to you." The doctor tilted her head. "Really?" You nodded. "I don't have any need for them anymore, and well, I need to make room for the baby." And their enchantments have long since worn off. "You're too kind," Barbara chuckled. "But if you insist..." She trailed off, placing the cook books down and putting her hand in the box and digging for anything that met her fancy.

After a few minutes, Barbara let out a 'AHA!' noise, like she was actively looking for that exact item. "Find something that you like?" You mused, stating the obvious. Barbara nodded with a little grin. She pulled out a golden bangle. "My grandmother had one of these, I've always been looking for something like it. Didn't think you'd have a replica." You shrugged, but not bothering to hide the little smirk on your face. "I have many things that you don't think I have." You said crypticly. "Well, I better get back to the hospital." She said, putting the object in her pocket. "It was good seeing you, Barbara." She smiled. "You too! Try not to overwork yourself. I know you." You chuckled. "I'll try. Butch has already been on my case about that all month." 'but do you really know me, Ms Lake?' "Good on him. Take care now!" She said, picking up the books, giving her goodbyes and walking towards the entrance and then out the door.

Letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, you put both hands on the box. Intending to move it back to it's original place, but your stomach interrupted you with a growl and a kick from the baby. "Okay, I get the signal." You murmured, emerging from behind the counter and walking towards the managers office. Nobody else was in the store–suprising, you had expected some people to get some shelter from the rain–you let your employees have a day off, trying to be a good boss to them. Opening and closing the door, you waddled over to the little shelf that had a bag on top of it. Your bag. Waving your hand an orange glow surround the bag, pulling you hand back, it then floated towards you. Grabbing it with both hands, you zipped it open and put your hand in it, searching for that sandwich you packed.

A few seconds later you pulled out a zipp lock bag that held your sandwich within it's clutches. But before you could even undo the zip, a growl caught you off guard. It definitely wasn't from you and it was very faint, yet familiar. "Bular....?" You murmured, flinging the bag onto your desk. You walked over to the giant tarp that covered the giant hole floor, you flicked you wrist and the beige fabric flew upwards, before folding itself and drifting towards the nearby wall. Looking into the pit that lead to the sewers, you raised a brow. Nothing was there. "Curious..." You whispered, tilting your head but then a familiar smell caught your attention. Blood. You took a breath, taking a step back. Now, blood was something that you've gotten used to over the years, you're mates with a Gumm-Gumm after all, but something right about this moment in time. Why was there blood in the sewers? Stuck In your thoughts, you failed to hear the footsteps that were steadily approaching your location. Your thoughts were then later broken by a hard kick from the babe.

You let out a groan, a hand immediately going to your stomach. "Not now..." You whispered lowly, lowering your head. But that was your one, fatal, mistake. A towering figure shot up from the hole, landing just a few feet Infront of you. Your body tensed and you quickly lifted your head but then let out a relieved sigh, recognising the intruder. There Bular stood on all fours, a human arm in his mouth, and blood all around his mouth. Bular narrowed his eyes before dropping the arm at your feet. He stood to his full, towering height, "Expecting someone else, Witchling?" Tongue wiping the blood from his teeth as he looked down at your smaller form. You huffed, rolling your eyes. "It's not everyday you smell blood in the sewers, my dear." He grunted in response before nodding towards the arm on the floor. "Eat." He said, crossing his arms. You glanced towards the flesh, flicking your wrist, it floated upwards then landed in you arms. It was certainly fresh–not like the blood around Bular's muzzle wasn't already a sign–had he just ripped it off someone or killed who it belonged to? Not like it mattered but you were still curious.

"Thank you, my dear." His face glowed with pride, not even bothering to hide it. "But, I'll have this for dinner." Then contorted into disappointment. He huffed, "You're not going to eat fresh meat–taken from the body of a fleshbag–but you'll eat cheep slices of flith like that?" He growled, nodding towards the sandwich on your table. You sighed, putting a hand on your forehead. "Not even after you begged for a whole buffet of my food." He taunted, a brief smirk finding it's way on Bular's face. Jackpot. You growled, bitting your bottom lip, your eye peaking out from the cracks of your fingers. "You're lucky I can't use my magic too much, Bular." There's that flame he loved so dearly, he chucked licking the blood off his top set of canines. "I sure am, _____."

Note: I tried my best to not mischarised Bular but I apologise if I did. There's probably grammar and spelling errors

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Why are there so few Douxie fanfics :[

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(atp I'm gonna start posting my own while I'm at it)

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[an-autistic-dweeb]

Random ToA dating headcanons that I might do.

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

• Blinky reading books with his partner before bed

• Bular being a handsy lil’ perv

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

• Aaarrrgghh! watching fun cartoons with his lover

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

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I'll never leave you again | Angor Rot

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CHAPTER ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[teardrop-scales]

Matchup for @babulejka

I match you with...

Douxie!

I think you'd be a very adorable and healthy couple.

Your dynamic could be interesting and cute, since you're pretty cheerful and kind, but also polite and lady-like, while Douxie tries to be this cool "emo" dude that every girl simps for but in reality he's quite a dork lol.

And he can be a bit clumsy and reckless, although he means good, so if you could keep an eye on him that would be great.

For some reason I think he'd either enjoy/be impressed with your dark and morbid sense of humor or be concerned. Like, if you throw an especially dark joke around him, I can see him not commenting on it, but thinking to himself in concern "are you okay?" Lol

You're cheerful and bubbly while Douxie is a more calm and less cheerful/energetic person in my eyes (or at least the more modern, current version of him, not the one from Camelot), so I think you two would balance each other out well.

You two would be quite pleasing to the eye and aesthetically pleasant couple- just imagine, you with your long, blond hair and your super awesome and unique clothing styles and him with his black hair with blue streaks and his kinda emo look. You and Douxie would look amazing together imo.

He'd try to be there to watch your ballet performances. He probably would not always make it because of his jobs and other duties, but he'd try! He'd love to watch you dance so gracefully and beautifully. That'd be one of the moments when he'd think how on earth did he get so lucky to have you.

Horse riding dates <3 He may not be a professional at this like you, but we have seen from Wizards that he knows how to ride a horse more or less. Besides, you could always give him some tips and pointers, right?

And of course most importantly; your shared love for music! He'd be already in love, but if you told him you play instruments and write songs? He's absolutely whipped.

I can imagine you two having a sort of music sessions when you play your instruments and try to compose and write songs together (as a fellow music lover, I think it's super romantic).

Generally I think he'd find all of your hobbies very interesting and unique. Some of them may make him feel nostalgic because of his time at Camelot, like archery or your interest in herbal medicine.

He'd love how artistic you are, not only with music but in general and think you're very cool for being so talented, knowing how to sculpt, paint and do other artistic things.

I think he'd appreciate and share your interest about the world around us and the universe. Also, he'd be absolutely delighted to show you and impress you with some of his magic.

Douxie would eat anything that you cook and/or bake, he'd absolutely love it. Tbh, he'd eat anything as long as it was made by you, even if it was burnt to a crisp, because he's just nice and considerate like that <3

You like reading? Well, you're in luck. We know he worked in that bookstore. I think Douxie would let you borrow any book without actually buying it or just straight up give some to you.

Obviously, I can't just write about Douxie and not mention Archie, right? ^^ I feel like he could be wary at first, but after seeing that you're genuine and that you really care about Douxie, he'd warm up to you and start to love you. He'd probably be grateful for not being the only one to keep Douxie out of trouble anymore. He'd love all the pets and scratches you'd give him (although he'd probably claim otherwise). Douxie wouldn't know whether to be jealous, amused or to find it adorable lol.

A.N: I feel like this isn't my best work, but I hope you're satisfied anyway! This isn't proofread and most of the time I couldn't decide whether to write in present tense or "he would", so it may sound/look weird, apologies for that and for any possible mistakes.

[troublesometrollhunters]

Jim's sibling AKA reader meets douxie for the first time?

~ First his mom falls for a changeling and now THIS??? Jim's honestly tired of his families sheingians. He knows he's heads over heels for a sorcessres but that's a bit different.

~ You and Jim have always been close and after dad left you got even closer, which makes him protective of you even if your older. For a long time you didn't need anyone except your family and Toby. And for most of your life it really was just you, Jim, Mom, Toby and of course Aunt Nana. Until you and Jim started falling for different people. Jim fell for Claire and theater while you fell for Hisirdoux and music.

~ You met the handsome wizard at the cafe he works at. You were picking up an order before your college classes and one to drop off for your mom since Jim forgot to cook that week. He was so nice to you and the shop was really serene so it becomes your regular place and after awhile you just begin getting closer. You'd always loved that area but you'd never been into that cafe before that instance. And when you bumped into the mysterious hazel eyed stranger it just became apart of your routine.

~ When Jim became the Trollhunter you started seeing Douxie less and apprentally he noticed. After a long month of homework, trollhunting, and dealing with an angry mom, you popped into the cafe to get your favorite comfort pastry and drink. Douxie winks at you when he sees you, waving the charge and asking where you've been. You couldn't be more greatful as you began to drink your large order.

~ After the free drink and him really showing an interest in you, you ask him for his number. You begin texting regularly and even start to meet up on campus. Your still busy with trollhunting but you do your best to make time for him. You start seeing each other a lot more and get closer. You can't tell him about what's happening to you but you can tell him about the stress and all the pressure mom puts on you. He can't tell you about his wizarding night job but he can talk about his stressful cafe job and a growing pest problem in Arcadia.

~ Jim started to complain about a punk guy he'd seen around while you complained about a certain purple haired theater nerd. Neither of you understanding or knowing that you were talking about your respective girlfriend/boyfriend.

~ You finding out each other's secrets was an accident on both your parts. Hisrdoux was fighting some ancient evil from the shadow realm while you were going against a troll assassin sent by Gatto. As his spell collided with your enemy, your weapon went straight through his. It wasn't how you wanted him to find out and it wasn't how he was going to tell you but standing there adrenaline coursing through your veins you couldn't stop yourself from the kiss you'd wanted to give him for weeks now.

~ None of your confession went to plan. But neither did his. That wasn't how you wanted him to learn you were the Trollhunters sibling. And that's not how he wanted you to learn he was Merlin's Apprentice. But life doesn't always go the way you want to and while Merlin and Jim didn't love it you both loved each other and really? That's all that mattered.