Never thought Chima would enter my realm of consciousness again, but here we are
neither did I, neither did I... but now we live in a world where, because of one idea the Hagemans randomly decided to throw in as a joke in season 5, a whole other show exists in the Ninjago canon and there's a scary possibility we'll see them again.
What about Jim showing Draal and Kanjigar video games? :0
Neither of them REALLY get it, but Kanjigar is amused watching the kids play. His hand-eye coordination isn't bad for games but he's still not super invested in them himself
Draal likes minecraft but he can't play very good because he hands too big
Idk why but I've always just had this SOLID hc that Draal just fuckin loves. Minecraft? And he's good at redstone and building shit and he thinks it's relaxing. Jim and Toby fucking love it.
Summary: Merlin awakens early from his sleep. He decides that he doesn't want to leaving anything to chance and kidnaps the young James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter as early as possible.
Barbara is determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her efforts to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to her in a womanās voice. The radio leads her to an underground society of shapeshifters.
Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.
(This is written as a series of oneshots and will not always be chronological.)
AO3 - Fanfiction
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Barbara leans against the side of the building, watching as the rain falls just outside the shelter of the awning. Itās late, sheās not sure exactly how late. Besides sunrise and sunset, time doesnāt really matter much to her anymore. Once, so very long ago, she would have been wary to be out alone at this hour, but now sheās far more dangerous than any fool she might encounter.
The brick is rough and cool against her fingers. She heaves a sigh and slides to the ground, uncaring that she will get cold. Her mistressās attention is not on her right now. She just needs a momentā¦ A moment to be herself. Not Morganaās champion or her voice piece, not the newest head of the Janus Order, not Nemesisā¦ Just Barbaraā¦ Whatever that means at this point.
She closes her eyes and leans back, listening to the steady patter of rain against rooftops and cement and the distant hum of cars. The lone light on the street buzzes softly. She draws in a breath and lets it out slowly, taking time to just exist.
A soft sob breaks through the air. Barbara opens her eyes and looks around. There isnāt a soul in sight. After a moment thereās another sob, short and muffled. Whoever it is doesnāt want to be noticed.
Barbara contemplates leaving; finding somewhere else to be, but curiosity gets the best of her. She shifts silently to her feet and waits.
There.
Barbara follows the sound. She doesnāt have to go far, the source of the crying turns out to be the dumpster around the corner. Cautiously she looks over the edge andā¦
Finds herself staring into a very familiar set of blue eyes. Barbara and the Trollhunter share a moment of frozen shock.
The lanky blue troll is curled in a nest of trash. Heās holding his arm close to him, she can see that thereās an open wound on it through a tear in his dark blue hoodie. More puzzling the blood is red instead of silver blue as trolls generally bleed or purple like a changelingās. Even though sheās seen him bleed she has never noticed that before.
The Trollhunter breaks out of the trance and growls at her. Barbara tenses, ready to fight, but he doesnāt move.
āWhat do you want?ā He asks instead. āAre you here to kill me?ā
She stills at that, unsure.
The troll stares at her for a moment longer before letting a harsh scoff. He turns away, curling away from her and into himself.
āGo ahead, do your worst,ā He says in a jaded tone. āI donāt care.ā
Barbara is left staring at his back in shock. This is so far outside her normal interactions with him that she doesnāt know what to think. Normally they start fighting on sight. Sheās always hated the way he can sound so righteous and noble when working for an abhorrent being like Merlin.
None of that confidence is here right now. Despite being a six foot tall being made of stone, the Trollhunter looks so small and broken and defeatedā¦ like her.
Barbara sighs and pushes back her hair. Itās drenched now. The water has worked its way through her clothing as well, she feels even more miserable. She glances back at the awning she had been sitting under.
āIām getting back under cover,ā She says finally. āYou can join me if you want.ā
The garbage rustles as he turns to stare at her in shock. She ignores it and returns to her shelter, sitting against the wall again. To Barbaraās surprise she hears a rattle and a couple thumps and then a large form settles down beside her. She glances to her right to confirm that, yes, it really is him; she hadnāt expected him to actually join her.
They sit there in awkward silence.
āLet me see your arm,ā Barbara says finally. The dark patch of blood on his sleeve is bothering her.
The Trollhunter glares at her and pulls the injured appendage closer to his body. She sighs. That was fair.
āLook,ā She says. āIām not going to hurt you. Iām justā¦ā
She trails off unsure how to finish that thought.
āI used to be a doctor,ā She says instead. It feels like such a long time ago. Back before her world was shattered and she lost herself to revenge. āI can help you.ā
He snorts at that, lip curling slightly to expose a sharp canine.
āAt what price? My soul? Your mistress seems pretty keen on them.ā
For a moment she draws herself up to argue, but just as quickly she deflates. There isnāt any fight in her tonight. Sheās tired of it all; she wants to be whole again.
āI just want to do something right for once.ā God, she sounds tired.
She can practically feel his gaze on her, assessing. For as brash as he often seems, the Trollhunter is not stupid.
āFine, but no magic.ā
She blinks in surprise as he holds out his arm. Slowly she reaches out to touch it. He flinches at the contact, but doesnāt pull away, so she draws it into her lap. She glances at his face out of instinct but heās looking away. His shoulders are tense.
Moving carefully, so as to not worsen the injury or startle the troll, she begins to examine the wound. It appears to be a slash from a bladed weapon of some form, about a half inch deep and seven inches long. It must have been a pretty hard blow to have cut through his stone skin; even harsher if he had been wearing his armor.
She pulls out the small first aid kit that she carries for herself and picks out the alcohol to clean the cut. Once sheās done with that, sheās left hovering uncertainly. She isnāt sure that she has anything that would be useful in closing a trollās wounds.
āIt will heal on its own in a day or so,ā The Trollhunter says indifferently, as if sensing her thoughts.
She doesnāt like that statement.
āIt will heal a lot better if itās closed,ā She responds.
He grunts.
After another moment of consideration, she pulls out some superglue and carefully spreads it along the edge of the cut.
āThis is going to hurt,ā She warns him before pressing the sides together.
He stays tense and silent as she waits for the glue to set, once sheās sure it wonāt come apart, she bandages it and then makes a makeshift sling.
āPut this on and then keep it in the sling and dry for your normal healing period,ā She tells him, a little bit of her old ādoctor voiceā slipping back in.
He nods and then theyāre back to sitting in silence. The rain continues without ceasing. A truck blows its horn. The Trollhunter pulls his hood lower at the sound.
āSo why are you out here?ā He asks.
āI needed a break,ā She says.
He nods solemnly at that.
āMe too,ā he says. ātraining wasā¦ā
He trails off and she figures thatās all sheāll hear of that line of thought. Only a fool divulges their personal issues to their enemy.
āIs it bad to have friends?ā He asks suddenly.
She stares at him in surprise.
āIā¦ I know my job is dangerous and that I have a duty, butā¦ but,ā His voice wavers. āI justā¦ is it really that selfish?ā
Thereās a quiet desperation in his eyes as he stares at her, brows furrowed and pointed ears low in his shaggy hair. Her enemy is utterly vulnerable and all she can think isā¦
āHow old are you?ā
He blinks looking as caught off guard as she feels. Wariness returns to his expression for a moment and then he shrugs.
āFifteen,ā He says, voice slightly defiant.
Fifteenā¦ Fifteen!
Barbara leans back against the wall, a feeling of shell-shocked numbness and disbelief running though her. Sheās been fighting a child.
Waitā¦
āIf I remember correctly fifteen year old trolls are still infantsā¦ā
āIām not a regular troll,ā He says giving her a crooked sort of grin.
Of course heās not. Sheās known that. Sheād just never thought about what that entailed.
She runs her hand through her hair with a sigh, deciding not to pursue that line of questioning. She doesnāt want to hear more of Merlinās atrocities right nowā¦
āTo answer your question,ā She says instead. āI donāt think it matters if youāre being selfish.ā
He blinks at this.
āEveryone needs friends, especially someone your age. Itās good to be a little selfish. As someone once told me: āDo what's good for you, or you're not good for anybodyā.ā
āOh,ā He says, he faces forward again seeming to contemplate this idea with a look of wonder and surprise as if no oneās ever suggested that. āThanks.ā
āOf course.ā
They sit in silence listening to the rain again, but it doesnāt feel quite as uncomfortable now.
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Author Notes:
This was inspired by a post @twistedmashup made suggesting an AU where Merlin decided to kidnap Jim as a child (x).
Anyway I have no self control so I figured Iād try to make a series of oneshots with it.Ā
I hope yāall like it. Be sure to tell me what you think!
