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[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

TW: kissing and poisoning

The day where Angor Rot finally lets curiosity get over him and allows you to kiss him, you try not to get all giddy and excited because holy cow the love of your life just said he wants to indulge in your kind romantic custom a bit --

It starts off experimental and small, where you opted to press your lips to his knuckles. He thought that was done only by men of your kind. You laughed and brought both his hands to be kissed. He was rather tolerant of it, not disliking the gesture for a first timer.

You didn't kiss him often, only occasionally so he could warm up to it. You were always the one to beckon for a kiss; on hands, foreheads, cheeks, nose and once on his shoulder blade. That brought a grunt out of him and he waved you off dismissively despite the way his skin burnt under your touch.

Never on the lips. You had never kissed him there.

The two of you stumbled upon each other after three years of you becoming the Trollhunter's Guardian. You were too caught up with meeting him again after everything, too lost in your feeling to notice the constant glances he'd throw at the Trollhunter and the way his hands twitched by his side. You thought of his tighten squeeze around your body in the embrace to be a sign of his longing for you.

That night, you managed to get some alone time away from the other trolls with Angor. It wasn't like Deya would be helpless without you for a few hours.

That night, Angor pulled you in closer, his thumb brushing against your lower lips and he leaned down to kiss you. The gesture shocked you so much because that was the first for him, even if it was quick and soft and felt so...sad.

He pulled away and it suddenly occurred to you that his touch felt trembling against you.

Before you knew it, your body wasn't responding to your command and every limb of yours slumped down. Your voice sounded like chokes, eyes locking on Angor for a silent explanation as he rested your body against the trunk of a tree.

He didn't look at you anymore. He poisoned you, paralysing you to resemble a doll.

Angor Rot turned and left, his hands pulling out his blades as he disappeared into the darkness.

It wasn't until you were clawing your way on the dirt, trying to head back to Deya and the others, when you saw Blinky and Aaarrrgghh came running to you. Their voices joined in together, sounding muffled in your state, but you felt the pacifist giant carrying you and Blinky pouring something down your throat -- the antidote perhaps -- and finally FINALLY you felt your limbs functioning again.

It was at that moment where you could finally hear Blinky more clearly, of how Deya was fighting against Angor Rot.

You shot off towards where Deya was supposed to be, feeling the connection between you and the amulet. There were so many questions you wanted to ask Angor, so many emotions swirling in you.

Although a sudden thundering pain had you stopped halfway, your breath came out short and the prickling pain stabbing your senses informed you of the devastating news.

When you resumed your pace to the location, the battle was already over and Deya was no longer breathing. Angor Rot, on the other hand, stood still in front of the corpse he just killed, his eyes haunted.

He lied to you. Poisoned you. Used you to get to Deya.

His gaze snapped towards you, to the non stopping tears dripping from your eyes as you rushed over, of how you didn't even strike him and only asked him of what was going on.

You could still feel the faint, fake kiss of his on your lips, taunting you for your naivety and recklessness, for your mistake that sacrificed another life, for the way Angor Rot turned and fled and you could've done something anything but no no no you cradled the lifeless body of your friend Deya and wondered how didn't you noticed the lingering magic of Morgana's on your beloved troll.

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ] doodles

Angor Rot, seeing you vulnerable and open: Hrmm. Stupid. *Wraps you with blankets*

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

After a few centuries of keeping your past in low profile, Draal was the first one to discover your history with Angor Rot.

It was on you, the conclusion that your mind had set. For you to feel a longing, nostalgic feeling at seeing the rain and muttered out his name with a breath that one would never mistake to be any different than fondness. It was one of those bad days, that came out of nowhere. Bottled up with all those pain, was it selfish of you to reminisce the past just for a moment?

You didn't notice the young troll's presence, too preoccupied with talking to yourself about your former lover. Draal only heard the assassin's name and the way you spoke of him, and he was instantly enraged.

Bewildered, he asked for an explanation. Startled, you tried your best to simply your history.

" How could you still love him? After the sins he had committed? " A snarl left his mouth, and you bristled at the audacity of betrayal in his gaze on you.

It was one of those bad days. A day that you couldn't help but to long for what you had, and rage at what you have.

" Are we any different? " Your breath came out heavy.

Draal went stunned for a second before snarling, gritting his teeth.

" Do not speak of that impure ! She is nothing to me! "

" You don't get to spit lies and chides me for what we can relate to. " You hissed back. " How am I sinning here, to long for what I had lost? Am I betraying the Trollhunter? Am I leading Angor Rot here to slay Merlin's champion? I'll have this moment of selfishness, thank you very much, Draal. "

He didn't get to reply, not when you marched away from him. Your eyes stung, but nothing leaked out. It had been far too long since you shed any tears.

You only met Draal's eyes again when he came to you with a humble gaze, a few days later. He confessed that he had bothered you, and that he would try to be more understanding.

Neither brought up the topic much after that, except only during one of those days.

I did some rough sketches from suggestions for your weapons, and this one is from the whip idea by @wildchild23 and @fayethefairyqueen (which I actually love as well cause I love whip weapon)

I kinda forgot to colour the whip with your magic colour but imagine it's a type of whip like weapon made of your energy magic.

Also a bit of a draft idea where you were the one who took one of Gunmar's eyes;

(this is set centuries ago and you're helping Angor Rot fight Gunmar while trying to evacuate the other trolls to safety.)

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Hey do you guys want a mask. These are only idea designs. Also, what kind of weapon you guys want to wield?

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

(interpret this however you want (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))

A few notes of you living with Angor Rot:

TW: slight suggestive

You first didn't stay directly in his living space, being given a small spot on your own when you were allowed to live with the trolls.

But you often go over to his place and one sleepover after late night talk leads to numerous visits that often have some belongings of yours in his place.

The other trolls talked amongst them of how close you and Angor Rot were.

You helped them a lot with your magic and pretty much got along with most of the residents so they had no problem with you.

So when everyone finally found out about your relationship with Angor Rot, they were mostly baffled by the idea of their warrior being in a relationship.

Angor Rot didn't always stay in his quarter, often going around to patrol and help any trolls in need.

But ever since you came, he found himself coming 'home' more than often.

His living space now had some soft texture objects like mattress and curtains because of your influence

It also smells like herbs and you. He liked that a lot more than he thought he would.

So. Did the two of you ever sleep together?

More than laying on each other's side?

Yeah, but that stage took around a year and a half after you two were official.

It had been in your mind for sometime, mostly in a curiosity of how compatible your bodies might work despite the differences

Then it just happened one early morning.

You and Angor Rot came back from some hunting together, drenching from the sudden heavy pouring rain.

Clothes sticking to your skin, you had trouble getting off your gears and he offered to help.

Close proximity contact + shown body curves + had been thinking about it.

And that happened.

There was a lot of discovery happening.

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Jim: So aside from protecting and guiding me, what else do you do?

You: I also do the cleanup.

Jim: ...The cleanup?

You: Yeah, you know, clean up the mess.

Jim: Like -- if we accidentally broke the fire hydrant when fighting goblins? You're going to do some magic spell to make it like the hydrant never got damaged?

You: Something like that, yeah.

Jim: *Jokingly* You're going to clean up the bodies too?

You:

Jim:

Jim: Oh.

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

" There's a saying somewhere, to be careful when making deals with witches. " Angor Rot twirled the blade in his hands, sheathing them with a swift motion. " Lest one's fate be doomed. "

You raised your eyebrows but said nothing. The bodies of fallen knights around the two of you went ignored.

Angor continued. " You need something. " His firm, but not unkind tone indicated he was doing his role as the warrior of his village trolls, a protector he was.

His eyes trailed over to the mountain of sacks slumping over the roots of a tree behind you, the mixed scent of animal blood and greens could be detected easily with his enhanced scent. You shifted on your spot, tightening your grip on your magical staff.

" I bring animal coats that can be used for clothing material. " You offered, voice low. " Various herbs that can work on trolls too. You may find usefulness in my magical ability as well. "

Angor Rot turned his eyes back on you. Half a year since he last saw you, but the sharp and yet gentle gaze in your eyes still stirred something in him. He couldn't remember if he had ever seen you falter. Not now, even if you were just surrounded by men brandishing their weapons on you. You didn't falter at the slightest as you pierced their hearts with beams of magic, rendering them to a pile of corpses to be taken by the forest sooner or later.

He didn't need to ask what happened; not when the rims of your clothing were smeared with pinches of black, dusty ashes, and the loosely bandaged hands of yours that had charcoal like smell. Not when he recognized the kingdom symbols on the knights' armours, worn so proudly as they rode down to villages in search of their targets.

Certainly not when he knew of the fate that had befallen witches and magic involved creatures alike nowadays.

He walked over to you. " I'll put in good words for you with the elders. Lucky you, I have a room to spare. "

His steps paused at seeing the wave of relief washing over you so clearly. You exhaled a large breath, your knee buckling slightly and you ducked down your head.

" I didn't know where to go. I apologize for the trouble -- "

" Don't, " he said, kneeling down, " apologize for surviving. You did well. "

Angor Rot wouldn't mind if you cried, but the smile appearing on your face as you looked up at him rose a single thought that flickered in him even if it was just for a second; that he would do anything for you.

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

You requested some fighting lessons from Angor Rot since you lack the skill of physical combat.

Have some doodles of you two together

Eww happy couple *slaps trauma and angst*

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Silly doodles (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

" Trolls don't do kisses. "

You gave an acknowledged hum, tilting your head at Angor Rot. " It's a matter of choice though, right? "

" Perhaps. There are trolls that kiss their partners. Still, uncommon. " He gruffed, his shoulders shuddered slightly. " It's most likely that their partners aren't the same species, so they familiar themselves with such acts. "

You turned to him. " Do you want to try it? To get accustomed to it more? "

He bore his golden eyes at you, lips pressing thin. " I would lie if I say that I am not curious about how it'd feel. "

" Then -- ? "

" No. "

You laughed.

" No kisses, so I suppose you'd bite me instead? "

It was meant to be a jest, a light teasing. But then you saw the glint in his eyes and the curling smirk on his face. Surely he's just playing with around, the thought came to your mind.

Guess who had to wear neck length clothing for a month.

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago, fate intertwined between a witch and a troll, stuck in a cave during a storm...

In the midst of humans and trolls refusing to coexist with another, you and Angor Rot find ways in making that happen.

Even though it didn't last long.

I hc Angor to be calm and chill when he still had his soul. Soulless Angor is just feral and traumatized 😞

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

You work as an Arcadian Academy librarian so you can be close to Jim in school. You also lived next to him (where did you get the money? Shhhh no one knows)

" They say that Merlin chose a witch of his level to be the Trollhunter's Guardian; aiding, protecting and guiding every Trollhunters in existence. The witch is bonded with the Trollhunter, or more specifically, the amulet. "

" And yet, no one actually knew if the witch was chosen or forced for the position. "

So reader insert in Trollhunters, where you guys are the Trollhunter's Witch Guardian. Simplifying your lore; in an attempt to help a village of trolls, you broke some taboo and rules, where the consequences had backfired some people and resulted in catastrophe. As a punishment, Merlin made you the guardian of every Trollhunters for eternity, and you accepted in hope to redeem yourself.

You are a dog and the amulet is your leash.

(this is Angor Rot x Reader, lovers to enemies because hrm angst yeah but dw, happy ending 😊)

Angor Rot x Reader, but you are an assigned Guardian/Protector for every chosen Trollhunters so it's lovers to enemies