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You're Still You: Pt 3
Angor x Reader
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The sewers were dark and quiet aside from the occasional sound of dripping water. The tunnels stretched in every direction. You moved through the tunnels using the ring as a guide, as it steadily thrummed in your hand. As you went deeper into the tunnels, the air became heavier with the scent of mildew and iron. You could feel him before you saw him, that familiar energy, buried under layers of bitterness and time. It was heavier now, darker.
You turned a corner and there he was. Angor Rot was sitting, his back leaning against one of the damp walls of the tunnel. His hands were busy carving what looked like a piece of stone. His hands moved with precision, every movement slow and deliberate as if he was carving away his thoughts.
You froze. After everything, after centuries apart, there he was; worn, hardened, changed, but unmistakably him. Your throat tightened. You hadn't realized you'd stepped closer until you heard a rock shift by your foot. The sound was slight, but it was enough. His knife stopped midstroke, head turning towards the sound, "Show yourself." His voice was low and rougher than the last time you'd heard it. When you didn't answer, he rose to his feet, moving towards the sound. You shifted and stepped forward carefully. His head snapped up, and he raised his blade instinctively. Those beautiful golden eyes you remembered opened wide, and his face was full of disbelief. His breath caught. His shoulders stiffened. His knife wavered as if he weren’t entirely sure he could trust his own senses. “You…” His voice faltered. “…it can’t be.” You gave him a small smile. He took a step back. “No. You’re… you’re dead. I saw you fall. I—” His words caught in his throat, broken by grief he thought long buried. You stepped closer, "Im right here, Angor."
His knife dropped. It clattered to the stone floor. His hand shook as he brought it up to his face, pressing a palm against his forehead as if to steady himself. He staggered back against the damp wall, golden eyes wide, fixed on you as though seeing a ghost. He stayed like that for a long moment, shoulders rising and falling with uneven breaths. His claws dug into the stone wall at his back as if he needed the pain to anchor himself. “You’re not real,” he muttered, the words breaking apart in his throat. “You’re some trick… a shadow sent to torment me.” His eyes flicked upward to yours again, searching, frantic, desperate for proof. "My love... it is alright," you said quietly, comming towards him. He pressed the heel of his palm against his eyes, breathing hard. “Stop. Don’t. Don’t say things like that. You don’t understand what I’ve done since then. What I’ve become." “I know who you were before all of it,” you murmured. “And I can still see him now.”
He drew a shaky breath and let his gaze wander over you, memorizing the curve of your figure, the lines of your tattoos, the steady light in your eyes. The knife lay forgotten at his feet, useless now. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he lifted a hand, fingers trembling as they hovered in the air between you, uncertain if reaching out would make you vanish. Slowly, almost painfully slow, he raised his hand and let his fingers brush the side of your cheek. The first touch was hesitant, trembling against your skin like he wasn’t sure you were real. His thumb traced along your jawline, soft and careful, as if grounding himself in your presence. Every motion was a silent apology, a confession, and a plea all at once. “I… I can’t believe it,” he whispered, voice hoarse, broken with grief. “After everything… after centuries…” His palm cupped your cheek now, fingers pressing lightly into your skin. You placed your hand over his, letting him anchor himself without saying a word. The warmth of his touch, so tentative and reverent, was filled with all the years of sorrow he had carried alone. “I thought I lost you forever,” he breathed, voice barely audible, almost a prayer. “I thought… I would never see you again.” Slowly, cautiously, he let his hands slide down from your face, resting against your shoulders now. His head tilted, brushing against yours, as if grounding himself in your presence.
"You are as beautiful as the day I lost you," he said. You felt heat rise to your cheeks, even in the damp gloom of the tunnel. “You… you’ve changed,” you said softly, stepping closer. “Harder, older… but somehow more handsome than the last time I saw you.” A flicker of a smile, raw and fragile, touched his lips. His hands moved slowly, cupping your face. His thumb brushed over your cheek, tilting your chin up gently. You leaned into him slightly, letting yourself feel the warmth and the weight of centuries of longing.
Your lips brushed together, tentatively at first. Then your hands cupped the back of his neck, encouraging him. Slowly, he deepened the kiss, melting into you. It lasted for a few moments before he pulled back, forehead resting against yours. “I… have something,” you interrupted softly. Gently, you reached down and pulled the ring from your pocket, letting it glint faintly in the dim light. His brows knit together in confusion. “How—?” His eyes darted between your hand and your face, suspicion and awe warring in his expression. “The changing…” You smiled up at him, lifting the ring slightly. “I took it from him,” you said simply, pride and relief mixing in your voice. Angor’s trembling hands hovered over the ring for a heartbeat, uncertainty and awe warring in his golden eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out, his claws brushing against your fingers as he took the Inferna Copula from you.
"Im free..."
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You're Still You: Pt 3
Angor x FM Troll Reader
As you regain your strength and piece together the world that moved on without you, familiar faces stir old memories, and new questions. The Trollhunter’s journey intertwines with your own as past and present begin to collide. While enemies plot in the shadows, a path opens that may lead to an unexpected reunion… if you're willing to follow it.
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It'd been weeks since you'd been freed from the crystal. Recovery had been slow, but your mind burned with questions. Blinky, ever patient, had sat with you for hours in the quiet of his library, recounting history. Jim Lake Jr., the human boy who now bore the Amulet, was unlike any champion you had ever known. He was still young, uncertain of much, but he was undoubtedly brave; he'd managed to defeat Bular after all. Jim told you of his journey so far: how the amulet had chosen him, how it had taken time for the trolls of Trollmarket to trust him. He spoke humbly of his battles, his friends filled in the rest. The days blurred together in the rhythm of Trollmarket. Trollkind had definitely changed.
Blinky returned, clearing his voice, "Sorry, I do not mean to interrupt your reading, but I believe there's someone here who would like to see you." You looked up from your book, closing it and getting up from the floor of the forge. "Draal," you smiled. He stood tall, taller than you remembered, his blue skin darker, and a few more scars too. "Y/N," he said, stepping forward. "You brute," you chuckled. You rose, and before words could cloud the moment, he pulled you into a crushing hug that lifted you off the ground. "We all thought you were gone, mourned you." You laughed softly, "Here I am." He pulled back, still holding your shoulders, "You haven't aged a day. You look ready to fight a Gumm-Gumm horde!" "And you look like you already have." You both laughed, the sound echoing through the forge.
Behind him, Jim, Claire, Toby, Aaarrrgghh, Blinky, and Vendel, whom you'd met again when you arrived at Trollmarket, watched the reunion. Vendel, who is usually stoic, gave a hum of approval. He frowned, looking down at Blinky, "How is she handling Angor?" Blinky shook his head, speaking in a hushed voice, "Alright, I suppose."
Draal stepped aside and gestured toward Jim, "So, you've met our trollhunter? I had my doubts. Still do, if I'm honest." Jim straightened his back, "I get that a lot, but I'm right here." "He's earned it, I see," you smiled. Blinky speaks up, "Not to ruin the moment, but there is still much to discuss. Gunmar stirs in the Darklands, and we still do not have all of the Triumbric stones." You sigh, expression hardening, "And Morgana?" "We believe she seeks to return fully," Blinky states. You clenched a fist, "Then I woke up just in time." "Indeed," Blinky said, "And we need your strength now more than ever." "Tell me how I can help."
A few hours later, you found yourself seated once again in Blinky’s chamber, joined now by the others. Scrolls and maps littered the stone table as the conversation turned to the Triumbric Stones. Claire piped up, "We found two stones so far, but Angor stole one of them. "He showed up outta nowhere," Toby added. You shook you head, "I don't understand, what does Angor want with the stones?" Jim rubs the back of his neck, "The Inferna Copula, Strickler has it." You furrow your brows in confusion, "Who?" "Walter Strickler. He's a changeling who's been manipulating him. He's also...my teacher, or was," Jim said. "A changeling has the ring? How does he even know of its existence?" You ask. Blinky crosses both pairs of his arms, "He works closely with the Janice Order." You snort at the mention. Blinky continues, "The stones, they can be used to defeat Gunmar. With Strickler trying to free him, it's obvious he does not want us to have them."
You stared down at the books strewn across the stone table in front of you, letting Blinky's words sink in, "If Strickler is working with the Janice Order, then this is bigger than just freeing Gunmar. I assume they will try to finish what Morgana started." Claire nodded, "And with Angor under his control, he's even more of a problem." Toby mumbled, "Man, I really don't like that guy." You give him a soft glare before turning back to the conversation, "How do you plan on getting back the second stone?" "The Kairosect, but we only have one chance to use it-" Thanks to Blinky," Toby interrupts Jim. Jim continues, "The plan was to get the ring from Strickler and get the stone." "How does the artifact work?" "The Kairosect allows its user to step outside of time, although it only lasts for forty-three minutes and nine seconds," Blinky explains. "Sounds like a gamble," you say, "I have a better idea." Jim frowned. "What do you mean?" "I'll go to Strickler myself," you said. They all stared at you. "You shouldn't go alone," Jim shook his head. "I wont be," you said, glancing at him. "You'll come with me and we'll corner him." He blinked, "You're serious." "As stone," you said, "If he won't give it up willingly, I'll make sure he doesn't have the chance to resist." We can't hurt him though, he has a spell that connects his life to my mother's," he said. "Very well."
Later that night...
The suburbs were quiet and unsuspecting. You crouched low behind a dense hedgerow across the street from Strickler's two-story home, its porch light casting a pale glow on the walkway. Jim knelt beside you in full armor. “That’s the place,” Jim said under his breath, gesturing to the modest two-story home. "You ready?" You didn't look at him. Your eyes stayed fixed on the house. Toby's voice came through a walkie-talkie Jim was holding, "We've got eyes from the back, Aaarrrgghh, and I are covering the escape route." "Copy that," Jim said quietly.
“Do you want me to come in with you?” You gave him a firm look. “No. Wait outside. If things go wrong, I’ll signal.” He nodded hesitantly, stepping back into the shadows. You crossed the lawn silently, every step measured. You didn’t need to force the door, just a light press on the lock, a trace of your magic—and it clicked open. You slipped inside. The air smelled like old wood, tea, and ink. No lights. Just the faint tick of a grandfather clock in the hallway. You shut the door behind you and listened. Silence. You headed toward the hallway, passing closed doors. The quiet creak of floorboards underfoot was the only sound. You pushed open a door to find a study, bookshelves lined with textbooks, some about history, others on biology. A neat desk held a laptop, its screen dark. Empty. You moved back toward the living room when the floorboards above creaked. Footsteps
You ascended the stairs, careful to avoid the loose boards. The second floor was still, lit faintly by the soft blue wash of moonlight through a tall window. Three doors.One slightly ajar bathroom. Empty. The second, a guest room. Neatly made. Unused. The third was closed, but a warm sliver of light spilled beneath it. You stepped closer, your breath quiet, each movement calculated. You leaned in, listening. A page turned. You heard the soft scratch of a pen, the creak of an old chair. He was in there. Alone. Unaware. You gripped the handle. Slowly, silently, you pushed the door open. The room inside was lined with bookshelves and decorated like a professor’s study—dark wood, red rug, lamp lit low. At the desk, a man sat hunched over papers, adjusting his reading glasses, muttering softly to himself. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you with a click. Strickler froze.
“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he said at last, voice cool but uncertain. “And I make it a point to know every threat that walks into my home.” Im here for the ring," you said. His brow twitched, and for a heartbeat, genuine surprise flashed across his face. “You know about the ring.” “I know more than you think.” His expression shifted, wary now. “And who sent you?” You took a step forward. “Angor Rot. Strickler’s eyes narrowed. “Curious. He never mentioned anyone like you. You didn’t respond. You didn’t need to. You could see it in his eyes; he was trying to piece it together, deciding whether to stall or strike.
Then suddenly, without warning, Strickler lunged—not toward you, but past you. He shoved you hard in the shoulder, catching you off guard for a moment, and sprinted out the door into the hallway.You recovered fast, chasing after him, feet pounding against the floorboards. But he didn’t get far. The front door burst open; Jim, sword drawn, blocked the exit just as Strickler skidded into view. The changeling barely had time to react before he barreled straight into Jim’s chest. Jim grunted, grabbing Strickler’s sweater to hold him in place. Before Strickler could twist free, you crashed into him from behind, tackling him to the ground. The three of you hit the floor hard, but you kept your weight on him, pinning his arms. “Get the ring!” you barked to Jim. Strickler thrashed beneath you, his eyes glowing faintly as he began to shift, but Jim was already on it. He grabbed Strickler’s hand and yanked the Inferna Copula off his finger in one swift motion. Jim handed the ring over to you without hesitation. You took it, the Inferna Copula resting cold and heavy in your palm. Its dark metal shimmered faintly even in the low light, ancient magic pulsing from within. Strickler, still pinned beneath your knee, coughed and glared up at you. “You’re making a mistake. Angor Rot can’t be trusted.” You didn’t look away from the ring as you spoke. “That’s not your concern anymore.” Jim watched silently, jaw tight, eyes flickering between you and Strickler. You turned to him, your voice quieter. “Let’s go.” Jim nodded. As you stepped into the hallway, you heard Strickler mutter, “You’ll regret this.”
Outside, the night air was cooler now, tinged with distant city sounds. You held the Inferna Copula tightly, feeling the thrum of its bond. You weren’t sure what you’d find when you used it. Not really. But you would find him. Then, without hesitation, you slipped the ring onto your finger. The effect was immediate. A jolt ran through your hand, up your arm, and into your mind. Your breath caught as the world around you seemed to fall away. A sharp pulse raced through your body. Your vision blurred and then snapped into focus.
You saw damp stone, dim light. Narrow tunnels, water trickling over cracked concrete. The scent of mold and rust clung to the air. In a dry alcove beneath the sewer arches, Angor Rot sat with his back against the wall. A fragment of bone rested in his clawed hands, and he was carving it with a small, curved blade. Each motion was deliberate, careful. Not a weapon. Not a totem. Just something to keep his hands busy. His expression was unreadable, caught somewhere between focus and fatigue. The vision snapped away, leaving you back in the suburban quiet with your breath caught in your throat. You exhaled and turned to Jim, “He's in the sewers." Jim reached for his phone "I'll call the others-" "No," you looked up sharply, "I need to talk to him alone." Jim hesitated, "Are you sure?" "I have the ring; he can't hurt me."
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You're Still You: Pt 2
Angor x FM Troll Reader
While searching underground for traces of a Triumbric stone, the trollhunters stumble upon a mysterious crystal hidden deep beneath Arcadia. Inside lies a long-forgotten troll warrior, frozen in time and grief. As ancient magic stirs, visions of the past reveal her tragic connection to Angor Rot and her defiance against Morgana. With her fate entwined in the old war, the team faces a choice: leave the past buried, or awaken a power that might change everything they know about their enemy.
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The tunnels twisted deep beneath Arcadia, old and half-forgotten, swallowed by time. Roots pushed and cracked through the stone walls, and the stale air carried the scent of earth and ancient magic.
Jim ducked under a low-hanging arch, the amulet glowing faintly in his grip. Behind him, Claire, Toby, Blinky, and Aaarrrgghh trailed a few paces back. They had been searching for a Triumbric stone--thought to be hidden somewhere beneath the foundations of Arcadia. "You sure we're not just wandering in circles?" Toby asked, squinting down the dark passage. "Because I'm like ninety percent sure we passed that pile of rocks already." "It does feel like a maze down here," Claire murmured. "How would anyone hide something down here and expect to find it again?" Toby threw his hands up. "Perhaps that's because they didn't want it to be found, Tobias," Blinky said sarcastically.
They turned a corner, and the tunnel opened into a vast underground chamber. Ancient columns stretched towards the ceiling. Vines and moss hung like curtains, and stalactites dripped steadily into surrounding pools of water below. "Whoa," Claire murmured, her light panning across the far wall. "What is that?"They moved closer, feet crunching softly over centuries of dust and rubble. At the center of the chamber stood an enormous crystal, partially swallowed by twisted roots and earth. It emitted a low, steady glow. Inside the crystal was a troll. A female, tall and proud, frozen mid-reach. Her armor was cracked and scorched, and her hand extended as if grasping for something just out of reach. Her expression was carved in grief and desperation, tears caught mid-fall. nClaire stared, stunned. "She’s... she’s not dead. Is she?"Jim shook his head slowly. "I don’t know. But she looks like she’s been here a long time."
"Okay... definitely not a Triumbric Stone," Toby said, stepping back. "That’s a troll, right?" Claire leaned in, brows furrowed. "She looks... like she's still alive. Somehow." Blinky stepped closer, his voice hushed, "No. It can't be..." Aaarrrgghh came up beside him, looking at the troll in the crystal, "Y/N." Blinky gasped. "Yes...yes! By Deya's grace, it is her!" Jim turned sharply. "Wait, you know her?"
I did know her, centuries ago we had met..." Blinky shook his head, "But she was thought to have disappeared, or died, yet here she was... all this time." Blinky looked up at where you lay trapped, "She was a remarkable warrior, a protector, a sorceress, but then she vanished during the battle of Kilahead." "Angor," Aaarrrgghh said as he looked at the troll. The children all turned their heads in confusion. "Oh-" Blinky realized their confusion, "Ironic it is that we find her in the midst of Angor's hunt for you, master Jim." "What do you mean?" Jim tilted his head. Blinky smiled, looked back at the troll, "Centuries ago, before this-" he gestured to the crystal, "he and Y/N were inseparable. Erm, partners-mates by troll standards." Toby blinked. "Like, Angor Rot? The same guy who’s been trying to kill us?" He turned to the children, "I suppose when she vanished, he became what he is now."
Claire stepped back. "Why would anyone do this to her?" "To silence her," Blinky murmured. "To erase her." "She looks like she was trying to stop something," Jim said. "She’s reaching out. Like she was trying to protect someone." Toby scratched the back of his neck. "Could it have been Angor? Maybe he saw something, made a deal?" Blinky’s expression darkened. "There were whispers of a pact. Angor Rot sought power to defend his people. But he sought it from Morgana." AAARRRGGHH!! growled softly. "Bad." "If Morgana turned him... perhaps she did this to her," Claire said. Toby glanced around the chamber. "So, how do we get her out?" "It won’t be easy," Blinky said. "This kind of stasis magic feeds on time. The longer she's been in here, the stronger the prison becomes." Jim walked up to the crystal, holding up his amulet to its surface, not thinking anything of the action.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then a crack split the surface. A hum resonated from within, growing louder and louder until the chamber trembled. The crystal blazed with blinding light and then shattered. You fell forward, body slumping to the stone floor with a heavy thud. You gasped, coughing violently. "Well that works" Toby said.
You blinked up at them—confused, dazed. Your hand twitched, reaching instinctively for a weapon that was no longer there. "Who are you?" you rasped. Blinky stepped forward, "You may not remember me, but I remember you." Your gaze flicked to him—and widened. "Blinky... Blarney?" "Blinky," he corrected gently. You sat up slowly, gripping your aching head. "How long... how long has it been?" Jim looked to Blinky. "Centuries," Blinky said solemnly. "You’ve been imprisoned since the Battle of Kilahead."
You muttered an "Oh," then brought your other hand to cover your face. The others looked at each other, frowning at your state. Suddenly, you looked up at Blinky, "Angor- is he- is he alive?" Blinky frowns, "He is, but.." "The ring, it still controls him, doesn't it?" you interrupt him. He sighs, nodding his head. Jim extended a hand to help you up. You took it, shaky but determined.
The journey out of the tunnels was slow, the air growing fresher as they ascended through cracked halls and long-forgotten bridges. Your steps were unsteady at first, but with each stride, strength returned. Blinky walked beside you, asking questions, trying to fill the void of centuries. Claire and Toby flanked Jim, whispering back and forth about what would come next.
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Centuries ago, the two of you were fierce warriors--and inseparable lovers. But when darkness threatened your people, Angor makes a horrible choice: to surrender his soul to Morgana, binding himself to the Inferna Copula in a desperate bid to protect those he loved.
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The war had changed everything. Smoke curled through the high vaults of the ruined mountain keep, the air heavy with ash. Smashed bodies of stone lay across the ground. Cries of the dying and wounded echoed through the forest. You couldn't stop, no matter how much the trolls you passed screamed and pleaded. Your feet thundered over the grass, not even feeling your wounds, nor the sting of smoke in your lungs. All you could feel was the fear, and your heart pounding in your chest.
Clambering up the stone steps to the sanctum, you burst in. There he was. Angor stood at the altar, framed by flame and shadow, his back to you. A strange light pulsed before him--sickly green and ancient. Morgana, Lady Pale, Babayaga, Queen of shadows, it was her. "No," you breathed. "Angor... no." He turned slowly, his once golden eyes now a dull white. His face held a conflicted expression. "Y/N," he said as if your name burned his throat. "You shouldn't be here." "Tell me this isn't real, tell me you did not do it," your ears pressed back on your head. "There was no other choice," he said. His voice cracked. "Gunmar-- the heartstone caverns, if he reaches them..." his voice dies off.
From the shadows, Morgana comes into view. Her armor reflected the glow of her magic. "How touching," she sneered. "You misunderstand, girl, he gave himself freely." You summoned your magic, eyes flickering with anger. "I won't let you control him," you seethed, teeth baring. "But I already do," Morgana said, raising the Inferna Copula, "And you will not get in my way." A burst of energy rippled through the chamber, knocking you back. Tendrils of magic swirled around you, lifting you off the ground. They squeezed painfully tight around you as you struggled to breathe. "Angor-please," you pleaded, "You have to fight it-her." Tears ran down your cheeks as the tendrils slithered, burrowing into your stone skin. Angor could only look on in horror, unable to move. "So noble, so naive," Morgana's lips curled, "but enough of this."
In a final act of desperation, you try and use your magic, but your wounds have weakened you too much to overtake her magic. A sputtering glow flared in your palms as you tried to summon your magic. It sparked once, flickered, and died off. Morgana laughed, low and cruel, "Is that all that remains of your defiance?" With a single flick of her fingers, the tendrils constricting your body twisted tighter. The wind rushed from your lungs as pain rushed through your body. "Y/N" Angor choked out. He stood frozen, eyes wild with panic, his body jerking subtly as he fought the magic inside him. He took a step, then another. Then the ring pulsed on Morgana's hand. Angor growled, collapsing to one knee.
From the cracked stones beneath you, crystalline roots surged up to replace the tendrils. You thrashed, but you could not stop them. Soon, you were unable to move at all, chest-deep in crystal. "Let me go! Angor!" You cried out. Your vision blurred from tears and pain. Still, you fought to hold on, to stay with him. Morgana stood above all, unbothered. She sighed coldly, as if dismissing a trivial nuisance. She whispered a final word in the old tongue, and the crystal surged over your shoulders, your neck. "ANGOR!"
Your voice was the last thing to escape before the crystal sealed over your head completely. One final plea--and then silence. You were trapped. Eternally suspended in a crystalline prison. Your eyes remained open, still wet with tears, as the last sliver of your magic faded from the sanctum. Angor slammed both fists to the floor, letting out a guttural, broken scream. He lunged forward, but Morgana halted him with a snap of her hand. "Do not disgrace yourself further," her voice was cold. Angor's chest heaved, his breath ragged. "She has nothing to do with this. You said she'd be spared." "I said nothing of the sort," Morgana replied cooly, circling him like a vulture. "You'll learn, my champion." His gaze returned to the crystal. The once fierce glow in his eyes dulled. He reached for you, hand trembling, and gently pressed his palm against the surface.
"Let this be a lesson," Morgana warned, glaring down at him. Angor's head snapped towards her, eyes burning pale, "You tricked me!" he roared, rising to his feet. "You fool. You wanted power, now you have it," Morgana tilted her head slightly. A small dry chuckle escaped her lips. "Release her." Morgana raised the Inferna Copula. Agony ripped through his limbs, the pain wrenching him to his knees. "You belong to me now," she said, "You will serve. You will obey. You will seek Merlin's champions and bring death to his trollhunters."
Centuries passed.
Deep within the shadows of Arcadia, a faint glow pulsed in the darkness; the crystalline prison still held. Inside, you remained, as if time had not changed you at all. However, beyond the veil of stone, the world had changed very much. A new trollhunter had risen--Jim Lake Jr., a human boy, who now carried the legacy of Merlin's amulet.
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Blinky x Reader
You're a changling, and of course, that means you get your fair share of glares and the occasional "impure," from some of the trolls in trollmarket. It didn't bother you as much anymore. Jim, Toby, and the others have done their best to make sure you felt welcome. They even went as far as to give you your own horngazzle, that way you could come by anytime you wanted. It was nice to be treated in such a way. It was definitely far better than when you were forced to work with Bular, but that's another story entirely.
This evening in particular, you were pacing around the apartment you'd used for your human guise. Maybe you could be helpful in some way at Trollmarket. You packed a small bag and made your way to Trollmarket. It was pretty late, so it was likely that none of the kids would be there, recalling Jim saying he couldn't afford to be late to Spanish class again.
Trollmarket was bustling as usual, trolls walking around carrying about their evening. You made your way to the forge, seeing it was empty and quiet. Perhaps the library? You were correct, Blinky and Aaargh were there. Aargh watched as Blinky arranged some books on one of his shelves. Blinky is too engrossed in his books to notice your arrival, however, Aaargh gives you a big smile, "y/n." Blinky's head snaps your way, "Ah, y/n, I didn't realize you were here." I gave Blinky a small smile, still in my human form. "I thought maybe I'd come by and see if I could help with anything?" Blinky nodded his head, "I don't see why not."
The two of you spent hours sorting books and dusting off shelves. Aargh had left a while ago, it was just you and Blinky now. You decided to take a break, grabbing one of the books off a pile and flipping through the pages. A few minutes go by, and Blinky peers over your shoulder, looking to see what you were reading. "That's a good one," he says softly. "Tell me about it?"
You had a bit of a soft spot for Blinky. He was different than the other trolls you had met. He was kind, intelligent, and was one of the first of them to welcome you into Trollmarket. Although, you didn't think that he would ever be capable of returning your feelings since you were a changing after all.
The two of you spent a considerable amount of time discussing the book. You would listen to his voice, giving a small comment here and there, but otherwise remaining attentive. It wasn't much longer until your lids were getting heavy and begin to close. Waking up a while later, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You peeled open your eyes, realizing that you could feel an arm around your waist.
You were in his lap. Blinky was quietly reading a book while holding you in his lap. "B-blinky?" He looked down at you, smiling, "Apologies, you fell asleep and I..." he trailed off looking at you. You could feel your face heat up and soon it was hard to keep it together. With a flash you burst into your troll form and the spot on Blinky's lap got smaller. "I-uh-."
"So what are you reading?"
people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets
"Oh can I see what stuff you see on Tumblr?"