#dictatious/reader

[trollmarketreject]

Dictatious x Reader: And They Were Roommates! Part 1

"My house but- why mine?" You weren't exactly refusing, but you were bewildered. Dictatious seemed just fine here with Nana. "Well, the goblins already know he's here, they could come back, and they're both pretty much blind." Barbara sighed. "The Nunez's already have a changeling situation on their hands... I still have to tell them about that. I don't think Ophelia is going to take it very well." Dr. Lake muttered the last part to herself with a grimace. She clasped her hands, pleading. "Please, (Y/n), I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think you could handle it."

You glanced over at Dictatious, who was being shoved away from Blinky and reminded of the foot radius he's to be maintaining, and then at Nancy. You were certain the troll on his own would be an easy guest, good company even. But it probably wouldn't be just Dictatious on his own, now would it? You didn't hesitate a moment longer at the possibility of Nancy Domzalski being caught alone in a goblin attack when you could have been watching over him instead. Nancy was a tough old lady, but that was not something you felt should be put to the test right now.

"Alright, help me get him in the car, please."

Dictatious sniffed the air and pressed his ears flat fearfully to his head. Goodness, did these fleshbags have no use of their noses? There was a scent coming from every direction, making it nearly impossible to figure out what led where. He could pick up the fresh air of Arcadia from the open window and groped the air, feeling along the firm back of a sofa towards the window. "I should probably close that." You said. "If I can smell you, the goblins certainly can... And who knows what else out there can." The orienting breeze was cut off with a dull thunk. Once again the troll was unsure what was where, and the unfamiliarity of it all did little to help.

"I don't know how they can with all of this... noise." Dictatious wrinkled his nose. Trollmarket was at least easy to traverse while steadying himself on the back of a soldier or Usurna's arm. Nothing but cool dirt and any scent he picked up meant something. Food. Crystals. Comrades. Impures. Gunmar. This was all so much. What was this, this source of a headache? Dictatious picked up the glassy tub in his hand and sniffed the perfumey wax, giving a disgusted snort. Curiously, he took a nibble of it and perked up. Oh it tasted much better than it smelled!

"Hey! That's my candle!" You snapped. He wilted meekly and quickly slid aside what was left of it, muttering a quiet apology. Okay, while he was living here he would need to eat. Preferably soon, so you didn't have to sacrifice all of your furniture and home decor. "Here um... Let me find you something. I'm sure you're probably starving." "I am famished! Thank you human." The troll's ears perked up. You took his hand and led him to the couch.

"No problem, hang tight. If uh... If anything comes in just shout for me." You pretend not to notice him shudder fearfully at the suggestion it may be necessary as you left and made your way to the garage. You flicked on the light and scanned it, partially for potential troll food, partially for signs of movement. You trodded down the couple of steps and dug around. That machete would come in handy. So would those matches, just in case. Canned food? Sure, why not. A hammer? Well, you never know. And the gun? You inspected the lockbox for a moment. You were certain in a pinch it could absolutely slay a troll, if a sword worked metal of the same hardness at a much faster rate was sure to. However, it was loud. And you were certain that not only would Mayor Nunez not appreciate the rent lowering shots but also concerned neighbors and the ever nosy Arcadia Oaks police.

"Here, eat up." You placed the metal bowl in front of him. "Oh! Oh gladly, that smells delightful." He quickly brought the bowl of his mouth and poured its rattling contents into his maw. You glanced at the half full bag of dog food from your fostering days and shrugged. He liked it, that's what was important.

"Everything here is so soft and warm. I suppose I expected nothing less of a fleshbag den. Your kind is so... delicate." He said with a sort of amusement mixed with condescension. You rolled your eyes. Dictatious is, at his core, an old troll from another time. At least he wasn't being outwardly hostile, but if you both survived this Eternal Night nonsense, you made a mental note to nip the "fleshbag" shit in the bud.

"I don't suppose being by Gunmar's side was the cushiest of positions. You want me to put on a show you can listen to?" You held the remote up before pointing it at the TV and opening the settings. "I can put audio descriptions on. What kind of stories do you like?"

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU AGAIN | Angor rot

CHAPTER THREE

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Chapter Two

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- Mrs. Anoano! - Cried Tobes' voice as he ran toward the widow, who was busy preparing for the trip she had planned - Ma'am! - cried Tobes this time gaining the attention of the woman, who slowly turned toward him to see the teenager running toward her

She raised her eyebrows however anxiety flooded her veins the closer the teenager approached - Toby? - She muttered quietly, wondering what the teenager might want from her at the same time she wondered when she told him her name however she shrugged her shoulders at that thought probably Blinky or Aaarrrgghh told him - Are you okay boy? - she asked looking down to look at the boy who barely reached her hips.

Toby stopped in front of the woman rested his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath, Anoana slightly croaked - Sure, take time to breathe - She muttered waiting for the teenager to stabilize his breathing, which was uneven after his frantic run

Toby finally, when he caught his breath straightened up fast enough to make something in my hips gurgle, at which Anoana's face twisted even harder hearing the sound, Tobes looked at the widow with a bemused gleam in his eye - Our troll hunter has a birthday tomorrow - He began to speak at the same time gently whispering through the braces he had on his teeth - And I thought whether to have a surprise party at the smithy, you know! With balloons, with music," Toby said enthusiastically. Anoana blinked slowly without understanding a word

- Birthday party? A party? - she inquired while tilting her head, Toby couldn't see her eyes through her distinctive scarf she wore on her head however, seeing how she slightly parted her lips in thought he understood the hint that the widow had no idea what he was talking about - Birthday? Is it some kind of ritual or something like that? - She inquired and the depth of her voice showed even more confusion and maybe even slight stress

- No. Birthday," Toby began to say, wanting to explain to the widow what the birthday party was all about, but the widow's movements were jerky as she clenched her stony fingers tighter on the leather book she held in her hand even forgetting that she had anything in her hand at all

- Oh by the gods it's been a long time since I've participated in rituals," she whispered to herself realizing this as she covered her mouth lightly with her free hand, she didn't focus on what Tobes was trying to tell her she practically didn't listen to him as she thought about the rituals she missed and even didn't perform herself. After she lost her husband she stopped performing any rituals without him it wasn't the same, when there was a ritual to welcome spring she had no one to give the flower that first grew on the ground after the thick layers of snow disappeared, and she had no one with whom to throw the replica of the goddess of winter, into the waters that had thawed out

Tobes jumped up and waved in front of her face finally snapping the widow out of her reverie as she looked at him with boredom and a raised eyebrow - What? - she asked calmly come the note of sarcasm threaded through her voice

- Birthday is the day people are born, every year we throw parties to celebrate the day we were born," Toby explained, Anoana raised her eyebrows hearing Tobes explanation. She had never celebrated such a thing, nor had she ever heard of such a thing, although she often spent her free time among humans, or not as a human, but as a bird or rodent. Most often it was a bird, but when she became interested in something in a building she would change her form into a rodent or an insect and fly into the rooms that caught her attention

However, she found out quite painfully on the fact that being an insect, she has to watch out for flip-flops, people have an ugly habit of killing insects however, she will not say these words out loud

- Is it birth day - She muttered raising her eyebrow not sure if she understood correctly however Tobes nodded vigorously, he no longer had the strength to correct his pronunciation after Blinky instead of using the word , "Birthday" used the more poetic version , "Birthday" Toby thought that was why he twisted the words to appear smarter however when Anoana said the same thing Tobes realized that it was not Blinkous' pronunciation that was faulty after all

- Something like that," muttered Tobes nodding vigorously, the widow straightened up more to avoid humping like Vendel as her shoulders slumped as she still wanted to solve the mystery of why Toby had come to inform her of the troll hunter's birthday. She wanted to figure it out for herself first so as not to come off as a fool, "And for this reason I came up with to make a surprise party and invite you to it," said an excited Toby crossing his arms proudly on his chest.

The teenager was proud of his plan - At the same time, he wants to ask you for help - He added in a quieter voice almost dreamy enough that Anoana, despite her long ears, had to move them gently to understand what Tobes was saying

- Help? - Anoana asked puzzled, tilting her head - What can I help you with Toby? - She muttered, she had to stop frowning so much on her face, because she could feel the muscles that were frowning starting to hurt from the long pull of her eyebrows down.

- I came up with a plan to create a story as Aaarrrgghh lost his temper when the trolls are in the forge of heroes," said the teenager still proud of his plan, "Blinky would say push the button of the blades to run between them, and when Jim shows up and tries to alleviate the situation suddenly one of the platforms will open to reveal a mass of balloons and confetti! - excited the teenager

Anoana blinked several times still not seeing herself in this plan - But what am I supposed to do? - She mumbled finally, Toby only snickered and waved his hand dismissively - No big deal just pretend to be scared and run away and when Blinky opens the balloons and confetti we will all shout , "Happy Birthday" - Explained Toby adding quotation marks as he said what to shout

The widow was not convinced about this plan - But why should I appear there? - she whispered - To make it more believable, I can't ask Vendel, because he'll laugh it off! - Toby argued and Anoana's shoulders slumped. She felt slightly offended and taken advantage of, however, the vision of the party before the expedition effectively overshadowed her bad mood that wanted to appear after the words of the human teenager

- Well, so be it," she tiredly ran her hand over her face and Toby gave a short exclamation of joy, "In that case, tomorrow around seven o'clock in the morning," said Toby in a quick departure without giving her an opportunity to say more or anything. The widow only rolled her eyes, but smiled at Domzalski's childish joy

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[summ3rg4l]

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[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty one: Coming Back (21/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n recovers her memory. The search for the staff of avalon begins

Word count: 1661

Warnings: No

(Season 3 Episodes 6, 7)

Song?: Mother Stands For Comfort by Kate Bush

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Y/n holded the doorknob to the backdoor of her house until she felt her hot hand would melt the metal under it. After spending a couple days away in a remote part of the woods her memory came back.

Amongst the trees and the darkness, the old spell lifted, allowing all the old memories wash over her like water breaking through a dam. She could finally recall who she really was and why she was there in Arcadia, in the Lake’s home or at least why she thought her father would want her there: to help the first human trollhunter to fulfill his destiny.

All the pieces of her life came back and laid to rest in their designated place, all except one: the night she strayed from her old life to found herself in Arcadia as a child in Barbara’s arms. That rainy night is still foggy in her mind.

Finally, Y/n opened the door to an empty kitchen but to a full living room. Claire’s parents and Toby’s grandmother were sitting on the couch talking with Barbara.

She sighed, relieved, she hadn't figured out what she was going to tell her family about what she uncovered in the last couple of months and more people around could buy her a little more time.

“Hi,” she smiled, quickly walking to the stairs “I don’t want to get too close, I've been camping” Y/n chuckled.

Barbara walked up to her daughter before she could run upstairs.

“You don’t have to lie anymore. I remembered everything. I even put Claire’s and Toby’s parents up to speed” Barbara laughed.

“I’m not lying! You can smell my hair” Y/n smiled.

Barbara looked at her daughter. She could sense something about her was different but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Barbara always could read her daughter like the palm of her hand

“Something’s off” she frowned and grabbed her hand.

Y/n looked at her mother’s eyes, the only mother she ever had and gave her a genuine smile “I promise I’ll explain. Just not right now” she looked back at their guests.

Barbara nodded and squeezed her daughter’s hand

“You know that I’m always here, right, sweetie?”

Y/n nodded and let go of her mother’s hand to run upstairs to take a shower.

“I wasn’t finished. That’s deranged!” Blinky’s screams echoed through the hallway.

Y/n slowly opened Jim’s door and poked her head through it. The whole gang was there except for Aaarrrgghh with the new addition, Dictatious.

“You’re saying Jim should destroy his amulet ‘cause you think you saw some old man put a map inside of it?” Toby sounded like he was going to lose his mind.

“It was Merlin” insistes Claire “The key to finding his tomb, to finding his staff, is inside his amulet”

‘Yeah, that’s him’ though Y/n.

“The girl-child may be on to something. The amulet and the staff are connected” said Dictatious.

“Both fueled by the magic of Merlin” said Blinky.

“But if Jim breaks his amulet, he can’t armor up! And if he can’t armor up ‘Goodbye, Eclipse Blade!’ How’s he supposed to kill Gunmar?” Screamed Toby in desperation.

“If we don’t get the staff first, none of that will matter anyway” said Claire

“Maybe I don’t have to destroy the amulet. You said Gunmar has Aaarrrgghh captive?” Jim looked at Dictatious.

Y/n frowned.

“And Aaarrrgghh could be used as an emotional anchor” said Blinky.

“We’d portal jump right to him” said Claire.

“The plan is set. We save Aaarrrgghh and stop Gunmar by any means necessary before he acquires the staff”

“What’s going on?” Y/n entered the room.

“Y/n?” The kids screamed in unison.

“Who is that…?” Asked Dictatious

“Shh” Blinky hit his brother on the head “Y/n, where have you been?”

“Where’ve you been?” Jim hugged his sister tight.

“Yeah, I’ve been texting, I needed…ughh” Toby hugged her and took a step back “You smell awful”

“I miss you too but…Toby is right” Claire grabbed her free hand.

“I was in the woods. Doing some…spiritual work. It's a long story and from what I heard we don’t have time” Y/n scratched Jim's hair that was still hugging her.

“We really do not have any time” said Blinky.

“Do we have time to explain the new accent?” Toby lifted a brow.

“What?”

“You’re madonna-ing”

“I’m not. Shut up” Y/n frowned. Her memories had brought her accent back?

—

After taking a quick shower, Y/n came downstairs as the trollhunter team were saying their goodbyes.

“I’m coming with” Y/n announced “I’m not letting Blinky unsupervised”

Jim and Toby laughed.

Y/n hugged Barbara tight. Y/n whispered in her mother’s ear

“You’re the best mother I could ever have”

She quickly stood behind Claire before the tears started rolling.

“Part of the spiritual trip?” Jim smiled.

“Something like that” Y/n smiled back.

The five of them jumped through the portal to a dark ruin quickly finding Aaarrrgghh in a stasis trap.

“The work of Angor Rot” observed Blinky.

“Uhm, those are Dwarkstones. If we deactivate the stasis, this place is gonna blow” said Claire.

“Aaarrrgghh, my friend, they’ve used you as bait to kill us” screamed Blinky.

Aaarrrgghh groaned.

“We gotta get him out of there!” Screamed Toby in desperation.

“No, Wingman. You leave” said Aaarrrgghh

“No, we’re not giving up”

“Guys, I’ve got an idea!” said Jim.

Everyone turned to Jim.

“Okay. Toby drops the hammer, we drop into the room below” he points to the ground.

“The hammer’s power and weight might be enough to override the stasis trap or it’ll fail, Toby will disintegrate into nothingness, and we’ll die with the explosion” Blinky explained.

“Cool beans” said Toby.

“Charming” Y/n pated the trolls back.

“Even if it works, what if we drop into something worse?” Asked Claire, fear written all over her face.

“Than this? I’ll take my chances. Tobes, are you ready?” Jim crouched down.

“Ready to possibly kill us all and die in failure? Yeah” he took a deep breath before start running “For Aaarrrgghh”

Jim pushed Toby into the air, giving the hammer enough strength to break the floor and destroying the trap, making the team fall into a dark tunnel of nothingness.

Y/n felt her knees hit the hard floor, she looked up and saw Aaarrrgghh covering them from the rest of the debri falling from the trap.

“Is everyone alright?” Y/n asked once the rain of stones stopped falling.

Jim draw daylight to illuminate the dark room.

“Wingman” Toby threw himself to Aaarrrgghh.

“Wingman” Aaarrrgghh quickly reciprocated the hug.

The group laughed and followed the two, for a moment forgetting where they were.

“What is this place?” Blinky asked

“Smells old” Aaarrrgghh sniffed the humid air.

“Ah!” Toby tried to take a step forward, almost falling into the abyss.

“Remarkable” Blinky looked down “An ancient gyre”

The team went down to investigate the old artifact.

“Why would there be a gyre here?” Jim got into the gyre.

“It doesn’t even have controls” observed Blinky.

Y/n observed the cave with the help of little light that was able to shine through the broken ceiling. She walked around the gyre with a small smile on her face. Of course. She finally recognised the place. It was Douxie’s and her longest task.

“If I break the amulet it will lead us to Merlin’s tomb” Jim said.

Y/n stopped walking through the dark and dusty room, she turned her head back to the sound of her brother’s voice. She ran to the stairs and up to the gyre and saw Jim hit the amulet with Toby’s hammer.

For an instant, a blue light illuminated the room then disappeared as quickly as it came revealing the destroyed pieces of Merlin’s amulet.

Jim kneeled in front of the stone where the pieces rested and picked them up one by one

“No turning back now” he said.

“No turning back” Y/n whispered to herself, as she played with her bracelet.

She felt her stomach turn. She knew from the moment that she crossed that portal that there was no turning back but now, that notion is final. Her old and new life were going to crash and she wasn’t sure how that was going to go. She was nervous. She hasn’t seen her father in nine hundred years and she hasn’t told her friends about her identity yet.

Jim put the blue stone where the controls of the gyre should be and a warm blue light surrounded them, the gyre starting its travel.

Y/n started to breathe a little better as she felt Douxie’s old magic all around.

“If this is fate, I really hope we’re not destined to die” screamed Toby, grabbing Y/n’s hand as the machine started to gain speed.

—

“Whoa, a hidden entrance” Jim smiled as they crossed the waterfall.

“Yeah, but to where?” Claire walked close behind the trollhunter.

Y/n took a couple steps forward when she saw Toby starting to struggle with his war hammer. She didn’t want to be behind him when the ‘no-magic’ spell got to him.

“Why no war hammer magic?” Toby complained as the artifact fell to the floor.

“No magic here” Blinky translated the sign on top of the door “It appears this hallowed tomb is warded against sorcery”

“My shadow staff doesn’t work either” Claire tried to use her staff in vain.

“Hey, what’s that?” Y/n pointed behind the girl at the giant claw marks that shouldn't be there.

“These claw marks look fresh” observed Claire.

“Hmm. Yes, yes.” Blinky got closer “As if…a struggle”

“Draal” Aaarrrgghh said.

Y/n turned back and saw the troll holding a chain “There's no magic here. He’s free”

“Then we’re not just here for the staff. We can save Draal” Jim smiled at the idea of recovering their friend.

A/n: we’re getting closer to the part that inspired the series!!! Also!!! I fucking!!! Hate!!!! Summer!!!

Remember that reviews, love letters and death threats are always appreciated 💖

[toaheadcanons]

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[troublesometrollhunters]

If you could do a Halloween ask for Dictatious I would love that <3 Maybe reader is upset that bad weather has canceled Halloween fun, so he surrprises them with a cuddle and scary movie night in?

Frowning at the window watching the rain pour from inside you huff. Lightning flashes and you cross your arms seeing leaves blow in a colorful whirlwind of death. Bad whether sucked.

"Love step away from there. Your moods already sour." Dictatious calls from the couch but you stay silent and mournful as you lean your head against the cool glass. It fogs under your touch and watching the window slowly go white you sign.

"..."

Hearing shifting you pause as a blanket is thrown over your head. Crying out and throwing your arms around as he scoops you up in your blanket the green heathen nuzzles you smiling.

"Come now we can still have fun. We'll make a night in. That doesn't sound bad at all now does it?" Pouting still sad Halloween got cancelled he begins kissing your face making you giggle.

"No! No! Stop! Stop! It sounds wonderful! It sounds wonderful!" You relent laughing as he tickles you. Smirking in trumiph he gives you a gentle forehead kiss before plopping back down on the couch holding you close.

"Scary movies and cuddling it is than." He hums triumphantly as he begins smooching your face.

[beestalesofarcadia]

Hey-o! Hope you're doing well! I really enjoy your blog! May I please request some Dictatious x Human Female? Maybe the Changelings threw her into the Fetch or he meets her after he escapes the Darklands? Whatever you prefer! Thank you so much!

I am doing well thank you very much :)

Dictatious would possibly meet you after he escaped the Darklands, along with Gunmar and other Gum Gums. While he only caught one glimpse at you back at the Darklands during the breakout, he couldn't help but admit that you got his attention. Seeing how you never gave up on fighting even as the Gum-Gums surrounded you intrigued him.

Of course, you don't exactly take kindly to him once you both properly meet. Even if he was blind you found no excuses in his former actions, though he could digress on the other hand.

You were forced to watch Dictatious while Blinky went to go fetch Jim. To say the least it was quiet for a good while until he finally spoke; "You're awfully quiet now compared to the Darklands."

From a conversation that started out of malice and fiddly, it slowly lapsed into more than that. You talked of how you got involved in the whole Trollhunter ordeal and of your regular life, while he spoke of how life in the Darklands. The two of you slowly realize you have a lot more in common than you think, and that's how your friendship began.

After the battle for Arcadia, assuming that Dictatious still lives there, the two of you become something more than friends. He managed to prove to you that someone like him could change and you were impressed by that. He enjoys it when you read human books to him, and appreciates that you help him get used to the world. Despite the weird looks the two of you recieve, you can care less. They're probably jealous anyway.

[daydream-believin]

The Never-Ending Roadtrip (Cavern Creeps)

SUMMARY: Reader joins Douxie in the quest for Nari’s safety. He’ll need company won’t he?  PART 8) Douxie is not having a good time, Nari is not having a good time, no one is having a good time.          start -> (part 1)  next -> (part 9) WARNINGS: swearing, lots of panic and anxiety, anxiety attack WORD COUNT: 2420 A/N: it’s becoming increasingly clear that i do not have any control over where the plot goes in this fic. i never have and i never will. seriously the outline prompt for this one was ‘some downtime in trollmarket’ idk what happened

Douxie opened his eyes. He had been having a dream in which he was lost in a series of caves. No matter how many walls he marked to keep track, he couldn’t remember which way he came from. The marks kept disappearing. He’d etch them with all his strength, and they would fade. The tunnels were endless. He was sure he was too far underground now. The oxygen was getting thin. He had to find the way back up. He had to. The others were waiting for him. His chest got tighter, his breaths shallower. Why was this so hard?

Turns out both Y/n and Archie were sleeping on his chest. No wonder dream-him couldn’t breathe. He wouldn’t move them. The gentle snores filled his ears. It was still late, or more, early. Doux wouldn’t be able to breathe well enough to go back to sleep without another strange dream, so he didn’t try. That was okay. He got a solid three hours in, and that was better than most nights. He felt relaxed in the embrace of his small family. Douxie listened to their breathing. It was cozy, snuggled with the two people who mean the most to him, feeling their heartbeats against his own chest. This is how it would always be, just the three of them. Three magic signatures. No one else in the room. Wait.

Douxie tried his best to keep from waking Y/n and Archie when he bolted upright. He failed. Y/n groggily took in her husband as his panicked gaze shot around the room. She didn’t know why he was panicked but it made her panicked. Y/n also looked around the room to help despite not knowing what she was looking for. Douxie gently nudged her off and moved Archie so he could stand up. Y/n reached her hand up to him, silently asking to be pulled up and Douxie obliged. As she stood to her feet, Y/n got another look around, taking in the whole of the room. Now slightly more awake, the gears turned and she realized what was wrong with the scene. Nari.

Bleeding balroths, they lost the veggie lady. The one person they were supposed to keep close, protect form the Order, or the fucking world will end, and they lost her. Granted, they were asleep when it happened, but still. They lost her. Douxie and Y/n burst out of the door with Archie in tow. Douxie had hoped Nari would have just been in the living room but nope he couldn’t be that lucky. Figures. He could feel his racing heart in his throat as the impact of what was happening settled in his chest.

Douxie quick as lightning scanned all of Trollmarket that his eyes could see. Nari was nowhere to be found. He could barely hear Y/n and Archie start calling out the forest spirit’s name above the incredibly loud screaming inside his head. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Merlin was going to kill him. The Arcane order wasn’t even going to get the chance to end the world before Merlin’s ghost strangled him right here and now.

They were running through the streets of the village, asking every troll they came across if they’d seen her. No luck. Archie couldn’t find her as he flew over either. Douxie kept checking shops over and over, despite Y/n telling him they’d been in every building already and he was looking like a madman. He was a madman. Dictatious was not any help. Beyond seeing the veggie lady leave the house, and not caring enough to alert Doux, he had no idea where she might be. At least now they knew she’d only been out for a little over half an hour. She couldn’t have left the settlement, could she? Could she? Douxie felt ice water flow into his veins.

A quick check of inventory and sure enough, no horngazzle. Oh, fuzzbuckets. FUZZBUCKETS! Y/n went off to acquire another horngazzle from Bagdwella, sprinting across the town, and leaving Douxie alone with his thoughts. The world was gonna end soon, and it would be all his fault. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted the forest child. He had a feeling she was going to have been his downfall, he just hadn’t expected it so soon, or like this.

It’s over. The Arcane Order will win. The universe will be destroyed. He will have failed the one thing he was supposed to be doing. He had one job. Merlin’s last dying wish. And he had botched it. His short reign as a master wizard would be incapsulated by failure. This was his fault. He started taking risks, he stopped listening to Merlin, he stopped studying, he started making his own path, and now he was gonna take everyone else down with him.

Douxie saw Y/n blast out of the shop and head towards the grand entrance gate. His chest felt tight, and he couldn’t breathe again, even though he didn’t have both a wife and a dragon weighing his ribcage down this time. He felt his own feet carrying him the direction of the gate to meet Y/n but barely registered the scenery going by in a blur. Doux barely registered Archie land on his shoulder and the dragon claws digging into his flesh as he watched Y/n drag the magic key across the cavern wall in an arch. If it had been any other time he would have enjoyed the cute little way she did it. She was like a ballerina, leaping as she made the motion. It was an effort to make the door taller so Doux could walk through it without hitting his head, and it worked. Good thing too, as he wasn’t paying enough attention to not when he absent-mindedly ran past her and out of the gate like he was on fire.

When Y/n caught up to the other two, Douxie was huffing and puffing hunched over while Archie made an effort to fan his brother with his wings. The dragon cool-off was not entirely effective. Douxie wildly tossed his head around as he visually searched the area around the river and bridge. His pupils were wide with fear. As scary as this was, it pained Y/n to see him scared like this. She knew he struggled with anxiety, and had even seen his attacks before, but this was amped up to an eleven. She didn’t like it.

As desperate as they were, with the time ticking away, Y/n decided what was best was to calm Douxie down before they did anything else. She pulled him close into her embrace, letting him rest his head on her chest. Her steady heartbeat was bringing him slightly back down to earth.

“Shhhh, I’m here.” Y/n rubbed comforting circles on his back. “Can you look up for me?” It took a moment, but Douxie managed to grant her request. His hazel eyes were still blown wide, haunted. “Good, good. Let’s take some deep breaths. Okay, can you tell me five things you can see?”

Douxie shifted, looking beyond Y/n’s back. “Uh,- river,, trash, in river,,- tree, other trees,, Archie, you.”

“Okay, four things you can feel?”

He breathing was starting to go back to its regular pace. “You,, your hands on my back,, Archie rubbing my legs- the wind.”

“Good. Three you can hear?”

Douxie straightened, his voice sounding a lot calmer, “the wind in the trees, the water in the river, Archie purring.”

This prompted Archie to purr louder in support. “You good now or do you need to smell?” Y/n chuckled.

“Yeah, I think I’m fine now.” Douxie smiled, albeit weakly. Y/n gave him another grounding hug for good measure. She looked past his shoulder as she squeezed, something catching her eye. She let go of her wizard and started off towards the trees behind him.

“Where are you going?” Y/n was a bit worried about how strained Douxie’s voice still was.

“Well,” She turned around to face him and gestured her hands as she spoke, “If I was a forest goddess, where would I be? The forest of course.” She motioned to the treeline. Yeah, she was right. That made sense. He caught up and grabbed her hand for her to guide him to wherever they were going. He needed to hold her hand. It was her left hand, he could feel the cool metal of the ring on her finger. That helped.

They desperately wandered through the trees with no luck. It’s not like they had a veggie lady tracking device. They should get a veggie lady tracking device. Perhaps disguised as a bracelet cuff. She’d like that it was similar to Douxie, so she’d actually wear it. Or maybe they’d just get one of those baby leashes. Bad little forest goddesses have to wear the baby leash of shame. Maye she wouldn’t mind it, if it was shaped like a teddy bear or something. They’d cross that bridge when they got there. Once they found her. If the Arcane Order hadn’t got to her first.

The couple passed so many trees they started to all look the same. Oak, river birch, river birch, oak, sugar maple, oak, oak, oak, river birch. Every now and then there would be a troll carving on a tree or a rock, that they could use as landmarks, but they still had no idea where they were anymore. Thankfully, it was impossible to get lost with Archie around. Speak of the devil, the black dragon appeared through the trees again, calling them over to follow him.

The cat-dragon led them along many twists and turns in the forest. Every now and then Y/n would catch glimpse of a deer trail, but no signs of humans. Douxie accidentally bumped his head on a tree branch because Y/n had pulled him along so fast he didn’t have time to duck. Okay, so Doux didn’t accidentally bump his head as much as Y/n had accidentally made him. It wasn’t that low. She had had no trouble with it herself. It wasn’t her fault he was a giant. He should think of that next time before becoming over six foot. After what seemed like a lifetime, the started approaching a small tributary of the river. A small tributary that a small forest goddess was kneeling beside.

“NARI!” Y/n couldn’t help but cry out in relief at the sight of Nari safe and sound. The loudness of Y/n’s voice startled the veggie lady, and she whipped her head around to see the others as the joined her. Nari’s expression of surprise quickly morphed into one of guilt, like a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. While neither of them looked particularly angry at her, she thought Hisirdoux was a little worse for wear. She supposed she’d caused that. She was always causing trouble for others it seemed. Just in the last week she’d gotten two homes destroyed, several humans injured, and worst of all, Merlin was gone now. It was all her fault.

Nari wasn’t aware of the tears streaming down her face until Y/n was wiping them away. She had crouched down to comfort the little spirit, “Hey, hey now, it’s okay, none of us are mad. We were just really scared for a bit there. But its alright, Nari. We’re just happy you’re safe.”

The forest child tucked her face into the crook of Y/n’s shoulder. Douxie stood a distance away. Archie was perched on his shoulder once again. He shifted between his feet, feeling the soft earth and wet grass of the riverside. Doux couldn’t shake a certain feeling of uneasiness and his familiar sensed his anxious energy. He had his staff raised and all ready to go if the trees so much as shake in the wind. Nothing happened. But he was ready.

He knew it was irrational, but Douxie couldn’t help but feel like they were near. The Order. Something was off in the air. They needed to get Nari back underground fast. However, he was worried that such a thing wouldn’t stop them, and he would just be damning the trolls and their new happy settlement. He hadn’t been too sure before about the plans Y/n had for tomorrow, but now he was. They would be safer if they got to a heavily populated area. It would mask their scent. They had lingered in Trollmarket for far too long now. They would be overstaying their welcome big time if the Arcane Order showed up.

Once Nari had calmed down quite a lot and the tears had long stopped flowing, Y/n wanted to get to the bottom of the reasons for this little late-night escapade. She fixed a braid on the side of Nari’s hair as she asked, “Can you tell me why you decided to come out here.” She was careful not to word it accusatively, lest she upset the poor frightened spirit further.

“I- I needed to get out from there. It’s so cold. There’s no stars down there. The air doesn’t move.”

Y/n nodded to express her sympathy. “I understand.” She really did. Trolls were great, but the underground vibes just weren’t for everyone. It was easy to feel trapped in Trollmarket. Like the world was weighing you down. The cavern over your head going to collapse at any moment. She stood to her feet, waiting a beat before asking, “Do you think you can go back down there for a little while longer? I promise we’ll come back outside in the morning.”

Nari looked up and smiled, taking Y/n’s hand as she helped her up, “Yes. I think I’m ready to go back now. For just a little while longer.”

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Once they were all safe and sound back in Trollmarket, Y/n was relived. It was early morning by then, and the sun was rising outside, but they still had enough time to get a few more hours in. She looked up at her husband. Bags under his eyes as always, she didn’t think he’d be able to fall back to sleep after all this, actually. A few more hours of cuddle time, then. They passed by the pub on their way home. That could help ease poor Doux. Y/n nudged him with her shoulder, “Wanna go get a pint or two?”

Douxie chuckled, “Nah, I’m not one for glug. It’s a tad too gamey for me.”

“How bout we make some chamomile tea once we get home then?”

“Oh, that sounds heavenly.”

[feather-dancer]

Trollhunters Fanfic Recommendations

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

One of the things I do to help me write is go on mad fanfic binges (Which being a fast reader, it takes a lot of chapters or giant chapters to slow me down) as I find them more stop start friendly than manhandling a book on my desk. When I run out and nothing new particularly grabs my eye at the time, have a general habit of rereading certain ones. So with Ghost!AU about to launch Saturday I figured I’d do a plug for a few favourites of mine!

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General Trollhunters

Tea and Trust - Bonding time between knife dad and Jim’s blue troll dad, over tea

An Amorous Attack -  Draal does not understand this kissing thing, but he will certainly do his best to report what Strickler and Barbara Lake got up to

Star Student - Just why was Jim Lake Jr. the favourite in Strickler’s history class?

Adjustments - Jim may be a half Troll now and all the way out in New Jersey and as ever the Trollhunter but he would quite like to outrun his backlog of trauma, PTSD and general mess that is now his body if he can please

How To Fight A Shadow  - The Dictatious and Angor Rot team up you never knew you wanted in your life, Post Season 3

Warning Signs - Somethings wrong with Arcadia, it’s probably best to keep your head down if you’re just a regular civilian.

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Stricklake

Cultic Epithets of the God Janus (disputed) - What if Strickler met Barbara much sooner and unintentionally becomes knife dad to a five year old Jim? The answer is glorious things

Terpsichore - The Comedy of the Danse Macabre - ACT I - So much fluff, terrible puns, intrigue, wonderful changeling OCs, the unexpected appearance of ABBA music plus a very long bitter road Strickler must follow if he wants to keep his head after Bular’s death and the hand of the lady he fell for

in my sleep i dreamed of waking - In Barbara’s dreams, she’s starting to remember but alas, the world of magic and trolls has been moving on without her and sooner or later it’ll clash again whether anybody likes it or not. Contains amazing mug puns

Slices of Life - I cannot describe this other than they are adorable NERDS

Blood And Roses - While an AU this is also Stricklake where the Pale Lady of Fae leads children astray and they’re never seen again. When Jim wanders into the woods, Barbara isn’t too far behind

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Alternate Universes

Blue Moon Rising - The Jim we know and love was kidnapped at ten years old and five years later, a changeling boy called Atlas watches the final battle between Bular and Kanjigar and thus begins the snarky adventures of a little upstart forced to fight to keep his entire world from falling apart after Merlin throws a giant spanner in the works

Withhold - What if in Unbecoming Jim actually went out there and tried to stop everything before it started to get rolling? How much would change if he makes the decision to ensure Kanjigar did not die that morning?

If The World Was Upside-Down... - Humans went into hiding a long time ago and thought extinct as the trolls ruled topside, such things will not prevent a certain Jim Lake Jr. holding the Trollhunter mantle though but it might make life a bit more risky

Autoeponym - Surprise onset of changelingism from the point of view of a medical professional aka Barbara

Becoming The Mask - Jim is a Changeling, taking over from the real Jim Lake Jr. (Jay Jay) and growing up to live the life his familiar might have done while helping with Gunmar’s return. But along comes being chosen as the next Trollhunter, secrets everywhere, lying through your teeth and your fellow cohorts who are terrible terrible looters and will absolutely steal you stuff

Dreams of Drowning - Sometimes you kinda sorda accidentally acquire a large “psychic” girlfriend that’s held in a tank buried in the facility you work at who you met after you dreamed of while drowning in your sleep, as you do

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Alternative Universes with added Oh no - Content warnings should be heeded

Erosion - So what if the kids we know and love had powers making them a perceived threat to society and thus get incarcerated by the Janus Order to help find a cure for their condition? Or at least, that’s what they claim

through the insidious night - But what if zombie trolls, Jim’s infected and he wants to help his still human best friend survive?

Bonus mention for this category:

This Time I Might Disappear - Miraculous Ladybug fic with a not all that stable Chat Blanc running around who has set his sights on Marinette in his pursuit for Ladybug. Adrien has also been missing these past 5 years...

[candiesstories]

Rules and Character List

•~RULES~•

•~WILL WRITE~•

S/O(significant other)

X Readers

Canon X Canon(depends on the ship)

Head cannons

Parent&Child scenarios

AU’s

•~WONT WRITE~•

To heavy of Angst

Minor x Adult

Incest

(Don’t even bother asking those last two because the answer will always be no)

NSFW (maybe in the future this will change, but as of now, nah)

•~CHARACTER LIST~•

•~TROLLHUNTERS~•

Aaarrrgghh

Angor Rot

Bagdwella

Blinky Galadrigal

Bular

Claire Nuñez

Darci Scott

Dictatious Galadrigal

Draal

Eli Pepperjack

Gunmar

Jim Lake Jr

Kanjigar

Mary Wang

Merlin

Morgana

Nomura

Otto Scaarbach

Queen Usurna

Seamus Johnson

Shannon Longhannon

Steve Palchuk

Walter Strickler

Toby Domzalski

Vendel

•~3 BELOW~•

Aja Tarron

Colonel Kubritz

Gaylen

Gwendolyn

Halcon

Izita

King Fialkov

Krel Tarron

Loth Saborian

Magmatron

Mothership

Queen Coranda

Seklos

Stuart

Tronos Madu

Val Morando

Varvatos Vex

Zadra

Zeron Alpha

Zeron Beta

Zeron Omega

•~WIZARDS~•

Douxie

Zoe

Lancelot

King Arthur/The Green Knight

Bellroc

Skrael

Nari

[arcadiaoaksusedbooks]

☀️ Dictatious

Send ☀️ + A Character and my muse will tell you their favorite thing about them

“I will always adore Dictatious’s quick wit and way with words. He’s always knows what to say and how to say it, and how to get the best reaction out of his audiences, whether it’s his children around the fire or the reader of one of his books. Words are his weapon that he wields with a precision I’ve never seen in a troll or human author. He’s my inspiration.”

[simplytrolls-blog]

Can you pretty please write something were dictatious teases Blinky for having an obvious crush on the reader

Blinky couldn’t help it. Really. He never really thought he would be able to catch affections for a human of all things. He never held any grudge towards your kind, not at all! After all, his own friends were humans and he even trained one as the Trollhunter. You were master Jim’s new history teacher after Walter Stickler took a leave of absence. You grew worried after he continued to skip class, missing homework assignments and flunking test after test. So, you had sought after Jim yourself, trying to gain a sense of why he was missing so much school. You came to his house hoping to talk to his mother, yet you came across Draal in the kitchen eating the glass dinner plates. 

From there, you met the others and were introduced to the life of trollmarket. You met blinky, where you discussed ways where he could balance both his trollhunter duties and his school life. This was where he gained a grueling respect for you, and how that Gunmar had breached the surface you were doing everything in your power to keep the trolls and children safe. Something that did NOT help his growing affections. Currently, Blinky was on Barbaras couch, anxiously squirting whipped cream into his tea cup. Hopefully everyone would survive this, and you all could live a happy life. A cold hand grabbed his arm, wildly reaching for a anchor to steady themselves. Blinky groaned internally, scooting over to allow the blind troll to sit by him reluctantly. 

“Blinkous, my dear brother!” He said, wrapping his arms around him in a hug. Blinky sneered, pushing the older troll away. Blinky then lifted his cup full of cream, sipping it while side-eyeing Dictacious. “What do you want?” He grouched. His brother fidgeted hurt, before leaning in with a sly grin. “I’ve heard that you fancy the human woman!” He looked smug, and giddy before making a weird expression. “Although, I don’t see how you could like a bag of flesh.”Blinky sputtered before shoving Dictacious away and standing up. “That is none of your concern!” He shouted, huffing. Dictacious, on the ground only mumbled in response. 

[troublesometrollhunters]

For fluff perhaps Dictatious' giving his s/o a massage after realizing how stress they've been with everything going on 🧐

You were having a hard time with everything. The Eternal Night had been a few days ago and now you were with Toby staying behind to protect Arcadia. Aarrrgh was here and Strickler and Barbara but the trolls and Claire and Jim and Blinkous were out who knows where and you stayed up every night praying they weren't dead. Phone calls were few and far inbetween each other leaving you anxious as you slipped off to sleep every night.

The first thing you did every morning was check your phone for updates. Often there were none and that plagued your worried mind.

Dic knew it was hard on you staying behind so Toby and Aarrrgh wouldn't be alone. But they had their own lives and hardly ever checked in. So you were left out no matter what you did. He thought you were handling it well. That you had him. That you were okay. However, when you started crying one night he realized his mistake of not taking better care of you.

Hugging you close you sobbed into his chest tears flowing down your face and going down his rock skin. He hated the sounds you were making and the way you trembled against him as you cried in agony. All four arms wrapped around you as he closed his eyes putting his forehead to yours. Rocking you back and forth he wished he could help. Calming you down ugly sobbing reduced to small sniffles Dic huffed before sitting you down.

His hands went all over your body and as your crying stopped he began to gently squeeze and knead flesh. Going limp against him he hummed softly giving you gentle kisses as he massages you stressed and tense flesh. Your shoulders, your back, your arms. He made sure to massage and kiss it all.

"My love all will be alright..." And leaning against him feeling his strong arms wrap around you as he gently sways you in hold, you realize he's right. Closing your eyes stress gone for now he hummed softly staying awake to watch you as you slept. Tucking your hair back he fell onto the couch pulling you close as he wrapped a blanket around the both of you.

He would be there for you, he wouldn't fail you again.

[beestalesofarcadia]

Hello beestrollhunterplace! Might I request either Blinky or Dictatious with a human librarian s/o? Maybe she had first joined the group when the kids asked for a ton of troll books, she notices all of their scars and bruises, she investigates and discovers their secret. She's not at ALL happy that a minor was picked to be the Trollhunter but she tutors the kids to help them in school.

This is literally so late I apologize 😭��

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Blinky with a human librarian s/o

Jim is super obvious when he’s trying to hide a secret, especially the first few weeks he becomes the Trollhunter. Toby doesn’t help either. Their time at the library would become more frequent than usual, with him visiting every so often to pick up books from the fantasy section. “Didn’t take you as an avid reader, Mr. Lake.” You remark one day, to which Jim sheepishly replies with, “Well Mrs. (l/n), I’m just… trying to find myself through uh… reading!” You glance at Toby, who normally picked out comic books or mangas, with a 1000-page textbook about ancient folklore. With the bruises littered throughout their body and the sudden change in personality, you made it your duty as a librarian to make sure these kids were alright.

One night, you decided to stay at the library and catch up on work. A loud thud had distracted you from your paperwork, and curiously, you couldn’t help but walk over to investigate. “Keep it down, guys-!” A voice hissed, sounding strangely like Jim. “Psh, relax man, it’s not like anyone else is in here.” You could recognize that voice anywhere: Tobias! Considering that they broke into the museum a few nights before, it wasn’t really far-fetched that they’d do the same here. Geek duo, you thought to yourself as you shook your head. With a sigh and roll of eyes, you popped out from behind the bookshelf, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Listen, kids, couldn’t you break in somewhere else…” Your voice trailed off as you saw a large, brute of a stone, and a pair of six-eyes staring right at you.

You thought it was bullies at first. You thought it was adults at first. Hell, you even thought that it was some mafia that was threatening these kids. Not once did you consider the possibility of it being trolls or any other magical creature that existed. Of course, you freak out, with your first initial reaction to grab a book and throw it at the larger troll. With ease, he opened his mouth and swallowed it. He smiled and rubbed his stomach, humming “tasty.” You pulled Toby and Jim back, shielding them. “BACK AWAY- YOU BEASTS-!” “Pardon me madam, but we are trolls!” Despite his best efforts to dwindle the situation, it was futile. It took Jim and Toby having to stand in front of you to calm you down. They assure you that they would explain the situation, but you just needed to take a seat. Shakily, you agree to do so.

After a recap of the events of those past few weeks, your fear had shifted into anger. Mainly directed at Blinky- as you were under the impression that he chose Jim to become Trollhunter. “He’s a kid! He has school, he has finals, he has girls to worry about-!” “I understand your frustrations about Master Jim’s current predicament but realize that is the amulet’s will. It is his destiny. That, we cannot change.” Unless he died, you soon realized.

The weeks that followed soon became routine for you. You’d assist the kids, going as far as to help them even during school hours. Anything that they needed you’d get for them. Access to the classrooms after hours? You got it. Security camera footage of Strickler? That’s pushing it, but yeah. Your car keys? … There’s a line that needs to be drawn somewhere.

Outside of that, you become a frequent visitor to Trollmarket. Despite the other trolls’ blatant dislike of another human gracing their grounds, Blinky and Arrrgh are quick to be at your side. Vendel tolerates you since you seem sensible enough. But the minute you cause any ruckus around Trollmarket, you are out. Blinky assures him that it would never get to that point, to which you quickly agree. “I won’t tell a soul or cause any trouble,” You bow out of respect before continuing. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” “… A strange proclamation, but admirable effort nevertheless.” Now you gotta explain what idioms are.

Your intelligence is what initially draws Blinky. Whether it be from your wide range of vocabulary (as he’s seen whenever you’ve explained words that he couldn’t understand), or even the suggestions you’ve thrown into plans. Then it becomes your courage and selfishness, which you had demonstrated many times. From defending the kids to even fighting alongside them at the Killahead bridge. The determination and fierceness he saw in your eyes as you freed him from his bindings. No longer were you the little, fearful librarian he had met. You were now, as Tobias would put it, the “kick-a$$” librarian.

Post Killahead bridge is where you both get closer. Alone time becomes more frequent, as Arrrgh still remains Toby’s roommate/Wingman. You keep Blinky company, and his mood lively with the quick quips you often exchange with him. You tell him of the books you’ve read recently, even giving him a few copies to read himself. Although he’s more interested in historical fiction (“As a witness, I can tell you this is quite inaccurate-”), he doesn’t mind indulging in a few other genres here and there. Romance is a big guilty pleasure, followed by the occasional fantasy books (he thinks their interpretations are interesting). You two often find yourselves sitting together, reading and talking amongst yourselves. You would lay against him, your soft skin contrasting his own stone texture. It would always catch him off-guard, but that soft smile that grew along his face would always follow. Idle moments like those were what caused Blinky to realize his feelings for you.

Courting was difficult- mainly because Blinky can get in over his head. While he was going to go for the Troll customs, he then decided to go for the humans. But upon researching it, he found it so strange. Poisoning yourself, then actually turning out alive, then going back to your lover only to realize they offed themselves? Such oddity. Wait, that was Romeo and Juliet…

Blinky settles to do a combination of both. He manages to forge a small dagger for you (with Draal’s assistance) before shaping a crystal into a flower. Both are gifts that he hopes you would love, as small as they were. His confession was within his own library. He could never forget the soft expression as he handed you the gifts, the smile as he spoke, and the warm embrace that followed after his declamation of love.

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[daydream-believin]

Never-Ending Roadtrip (Autumn in New York, pt 1)

Summary: (ch 1)  (ch 10) Reader joins Douxie in the quest for Nari’s safety. He’ll need company won’t he? - chapter 9) new york tourism and some relaxation for a stressed-out emo wizard

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol mention, implied nudity (just a bath)

Word Count: 3542

A/n: Go listen to ‘autumn in new york’ by ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong to set the mood for this chapter and the next lol. i do like lovecore i promise. also this was going to be it but ive split it up. enjoy

Douxie was very careful to take inventory. One head, two head, dragon head, his own head. All accounted for. Four heads, no more no less. Not even a pesky stowaway gnome. His family was together. Up in the air, on the ship, winding blowing through their hair. Douxie could see sky scrapers on the horizon.

The trolls had been cordial in their goodbyes, but made no effort in giving the impression that they wanted the wizard family to stay any longer than they had. In fact, it was discouraged if not outright. The trolls almost gave off an aura of relief when they faded from view of the settlement. But that was understandable. Douxie’s family had caused a bit of trouble during their stay.

Bagdwella was certain that Archie was a bad omen for her shop and would freak out whenever he tried to enter. Y/n had been a bit confused and tried to explain to her that black cats were in fact supposed to bring wealth, not financial ruin, but apparently Bagdwella had been thinking of an old trollish superstition about dragons instead. Y/n had no counter to that.

Nari had no real knowledge of how money worked, and was determined to make that Douxie’s problem. And the problem of all the trolls in the shops of the town. There was a bit of a problem with her “dining and dashing” in the pub, the one troll eatery in the still developing town. Poor thing had no idea food costs money. Someone had always been around to feed her. Douxie and Y/n almost couldn’t keep up with the demand of sweaty socks they had to produce in order to pay the annoyed barman. Turns out it was somewhat hard to make sweaty socks when you’re actually trying to. It was like their feet realized what was happening and couldn’t pass up an attempt to make their owner’s lives harder.

As much as dear Y/n prided herself on being tolerant, she and Dictatious were going round and round. It was easier to ignore the guy when she didn’t have to live in close quarters with him but that luxury was lost on this stay in Trollmarket. Y/n and Dic argued every time they were in close proximity. She couldn’t help it. The old troll had opinions, and those opinions were wrong. And don’t even get Y/n started on how sad and then angry he made Blinky feel with the whole dead, wait not dead just an evil traitor, wait now he’s okay somewhat, thing. And his personality was shit. Peace was never an option.

Needless to say the trolls were in fact happy to send off the wizards. Douxie was happy to no longer suddenly hear a clatter and then instantly get a headache knowing it was probably one of his problems. They had only been in Trollmarket a few days. Okay so a week, they had stayed there a week. It was only seven days. Eight actually. So to say, they hadn’t been there long enough to cause any real problems. And now they were headed to New York. New York New York.

Douxie was ready to get some quality romance in with his wife. Autumn in New York was perfect for that. The city streets glowed with life. A nice stroll down the sidewalks painted in golden light, arm in arm, carrying the warmth in their hearts and bodies with them, was just what they needed. There were lots of sights to see, and Y/n loved to see them. And it was heavily populated, which would make it safer. Safe was something greatly needed.

For some reason, ever since that one night in the forest, Doux had felt like watching his back. It was tiresome, always being on edge. Of course, he had been this whole trip. But recently it had been amplified. Douxie didn’t know if he was sensing the Order’s presence or if being wed had turned up his protective instincts up to an eleven, but it really would be fantastic to be in a safer environment. He was crossing his fingers New York was one.

Just outside of city limits, the boat was shrunken into a little toy and placed back inside of it’s bottle. The little bottle fit neatly in the backpack that Y/n was wearing. Everything fit neatly into the backpack that Y/n was wearing. It was charmed. Doux would rather it be in hers than his, just as a peace of mind. A quick getaway for her lest they ever be separated. He wasn’t too worried about himself. Nari clung to her side, so it would also be best to keep it with her in order to protect Nari. Yeah, that was totally the reason.

They hailed a cabbie and took it into the bustling city. Douxie had pulled a couple strings with his old buddies, and managed to get them an apartment to stay in. The owner wouldn’t be back for a few weeks, and was happy to have someone to house sit for her. Douxie was happy to have a roof over his family’s head he didn’t have to pay for. It was a win-win.

Y/n never stopped looking out the window the entire cab ride. Douxie thought her excitement was adorable. She had her arm stretched over Nari in the middle to be able to hold his hand. The veggie lady didn’t mind. She was also focused on the view out the windows, fascinated by the sheer number of cars and the heights of the tall buildings. Douxie could feel Y/n’s wedding ring as she squeezed his hand. It helped calm him.

This apartment was owned by a starlet. It was huge, for New York standards. It was really high up, which made Douxie a wee bit nervous. Eleventh floor. It was eccentrically decorated, with bright colors. There was a wall in the living space that was a floor-to-ceiling window, covered by pale pink curtains and strings of heart-shaped beads. The other walls had a wallpaper that was white with red rose motifs. The couch was bright cherry red, furry, and oddly shaped. The kitchen cabinets were painted hot pink, with frosted glass doors that bore a rose pattern. The refrigerator was also cherry red, with white and pink heart-shaped stickers stuck onto it. Everything was fucking red, white, or pink. It looked like Saint Valentine himself threw up. Douxie was afraid to see what the bedroom looked like.

Douxie checked the fridge. Yeah, it was empty, apart from the box of takeaway from who knows when and the three bottles of wine. To be expected, of a single young up-and-comer, one supposes. They would have to go get groceries. Archie was making biscuits on the fluffy surface of the couch. It was probably very soft, Douxie had yet to touch it himself. He was kind of afraid of it, to be honest. Nari seemed to also like it, and was spread out on the top, limbs hanging over the back of the couch. Y/n opened the curtains a bit and was staring out the window. Doux headed for the bedroom, to go see what they were working with.

The bedroom was not in any way tamer than the open living space, but at least it wasn’t as bad as Douxie was expecting with the ah, love theme this place had going. It could have been worse. It was fluffy, pink, and glittery, but at least it was rated PG. Apart from the heart-shaped bed, it looked like it could have been a dressing room. There was a vanity with lights ringing the mirror and one of those dressing screens in the corner with several feather boas hanging over it like some kind of cliché movie set. Douxie was setting his backpack down, as he sat on the side of the bed turned away from the door, when he heard someone go into the en suite. And then he heard various noises of,, happy surprise? Sounded like Y/n.

“DEWDROP! THERES A HEART-SHAPED TUB. A FUCKING HEART-SHAPED TUB. COME LOOK.”

Bleeding balroths. Douxie rolled his eyes as he stood up from the comfy feather mattress to go see what she was shouting at him about. The tiles that covered the bathroom were annoyingly pink. The air smelled like something he could only describe as pink. Sure enough, there was a heart-shaped tub like someone’s cheesy honeymoon suite, and his wife was already in it, despite it not having any water. She wore an all too familiar cheshire cat grin on her face. He had one word for this.

“No.”

“Whatever.” Y/n stuck her tongue out childishly. “You’ll change your mind tonight. You will join me in the incredibly fragrant heart-shaped bubble bath, Dewdrop. Mark my words.”

~ ~ ~ As a first stop on the itinerary, they decided on Central park. Some greenery for Nari. And for Y/n too. Trees were good for the soul and one should never spend too much time on concrete. Gave Archie something to scratch that was not the couch that they did not own. It was fine when he did it in Arcadia, their sofa was old and tattered anyways, but not here in the apartment they were housesitting.

Y/n claimed the walk through nature was necessary to restore the energy lost on the trip into the city. The walkways were paved, and Douxie had to really keep an eye on both Nari and Y/n, who should know better, from wandering off the path. Maybe he should get two baby leashes when they were to shop later. Occasionally they would pass by a café. Douxie was glad he was not working in one of those. This trip was a much-needed vacation, as stressful as it was.

A little ways in and they came across a pond, with a cute little bridge that the walkway went under. Douxie rubbed his hand over the stones as they walked through. It was worn, as many hands had also done so over the decades. This bridge, as old as the park itself, was still younger than him. And it had met so many more people than he could even fathom. Doux himself had met so many people over the years. He had been touched by many too, like this little bridge. And just like the people who touched this bridge, none of them quite knew the impact they would be leaving. What they were wearing down. He heard a happy squeal as Y/n and Nari made a sudden sprint ahead of him. Apparently, there were ducks in this pond.

The Met was just a few minutes’ walk from where they exited the park. Douxie was happy with the idea of a quiet art museum trip, that sounded peaceful and relaxing. He needed all the peaceful and relaxing he could get right now. Y/n was actually really excited about this one despite it being not that exciting of an activity. She was trying to psych up Nari. “It’ll be fun, we can pretend we’re a gang of art thieves and we’re doing recon for a heist.” The veggie lady had no idea what any of those words meant.

There were lots of paintings in the Met gallery. It contained multitudes. One painting, they passed as they walked down the corridors, Y/n stopped, transfixed, stared at the painting for a few minutes, and then carried on like nothing happened. She didn’t look particularly sad, or happy, just confused, like she was processing something. Douxie made a mental note to ask her about it later.

Next stop was a walk down Fifth Avenue. It’s not like they could afford to shop, but it was a must-do in NYC so they must-did. They walked holding hands with Nari in the middle like their child. She liked looking in all the window displays. Every so often she would stop to stare and they would tug her along. The trees lining the sidewalks presented their autumn colors. The oranges and golds gave the streets a cheery vibe.

They passed a few food trucks. The trucks were filling the air with various delicious aromas. Douxie’s stomach growled loudly. Y/n giggled and suggested they pick a truck for lunch. Douxie had his eye on a fish and chips truck. It didn’t make ‘em quite like you could get in London but it was trying. A for effort. Y/n thought it was fantastic. Douxie was just spoiled.

They made their way over to the Rockefeller Center, just around the corner. A short walk and Y/n had spotted a coffee shop. So now they were going to a coffee shop. Douxie couldn’t help it, she looked at him with such big eyes. What was he supposed to do, say no?

The coffee shop was warm, and much appreciated relief from the autumn chill that had taken over. And a nice warm drink was sorely needed. Y/n found a nice couch in the back of the shop. Douxie sunk in, deeper than he expected to be able to sink in, but it was an old couch sunk into by many people. It was cozy. The love of thousands made it the sofa the way that it was. Love had made it squishy, love had made it comfy. Speaking of love and squishy and comfy, Doux pulled his dear wife Y/n to his side in an embrace. Low-key cuddling on the coffee shop couch was the best part of Douxie’s day. Nice, relaxing, he needed this. He pressed a kiss to the top of Y/n’s hair.

The Top of the Rock is an observatory deck in Rockefeller Center. Very high up in the air, one can see a great view of the city skyline and get a peek at that famous empire state building. Archie didn’t really care about it, he could get aerial sights any time he wanted, so he took this time to take a nap. Y/n leaned close to the glass, amazed and getting slightly wooed by the city. Douxie slung his arm around her, and, under the guise of affection, pulled her a few steps back. She really was hell-bent on stopping his fragile heart. And then Nari just straight up put her hands, paws, on the glass and put her body weight on the window. Nope. Douxie made sure to ask her to step away from the glass nicely, lest he frighten her, but still tried to convey that what she was doing was something he saw as dangerous and it worried him. Doux was very happy when they were back on the ground.

Douxie liked people watching. So did Y/n. It was one of the things the used to do on weekends in Arcadia, strangely enough. It wasn’t weird. All those people, they all had lives of their own. They all had stories they were living, and it was interesting to glimpse just a small insignificant piece of it. Or sometimes even significant. It was always hard to tell as an outsider, whether or not an ordinary moment was really the turning point of someone’s life. NYC’s famous Times Square was perfect for people watching.

There was something odd about it. The square itself felt wrong. A hundred neon advertisements all at one time. Not an inch of surface didn’t bare the name of a brand. There was something profoundly sad about it. One might even go as far as say disgusting. And there were many, many signs and people. Douxie tried not to attempt to take it all in at once, lest he risk sensory overload. The sun had already set, the brightly lit signs were brighter than ever. There were so many people around them. There were some buskers, some even playing at the same time, so the music clashed. Perhaps there was too much life here. It was loud, and Doux liked loud, but he liked harmonious loud, like music and excitement, not the chaotic loud that surrounded him. He made sure he could see Nari, that she was close to them. Douxie squeezed Y/n’s hand. He thought maybe he should just pay attention to her, tune out everything else. The lights made a brilliant halo around her gorgeous face as she turned to him. The beautiful goddess he called his wife’s eyes searched his, and she noticed he was not so comfy.

“C’mon, let’s go get some dinner.”

They walked away from the square for a few minutes, putting some distance between them and it’s light, before coming across a pizza place for dinner. It was good. The classic, New York slice. And it was pizza. Y/n would admit, it wasn’t special. She actually liked the pizza from the local pizza place in Arcadia Oaks way better. Douxie and Archie agreed with her. But don’t tell any New Yorker’s that. The main thing is that they got a nice dinner, and it helped Douxie calm down. There were only a few other people in the restaurant. The booth they were in was off to the side, away from everything. Y/n stroked Douxie’s palm with her thumb. Archie sat in his lap and purred. He appreciated them.

They’d had a long day. It was best to get home. Once opening up the cherry red door the valentine’s day décor assaulted their eyes once again. This would be okay for the time being but Douxie had no idea how someone could dwell here full time. As he plopped down on the furry couch, he noticed for the first time the numerous little cherub figurines that littered every available surface. It might be interesting to meet this starlet one day. She seemed to have a cupid schtick going. She probably looked the part too.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Y/n had made a sneaky beeline for the bathroom and that honeymoon suite style tub. Douxie rolled his eyes fondly and scoffed from his place on the sofa when he heard the water turn on. Of course. He supposed he could use some extra relaxing. But she’d feel like she won. Y/n was gonna make a big deal out of this, he could feel it.

Miss starlet had an unhealthy amount of soap bottles filling the storage space in the bathroom. A dragon hoard of fancy scented soaps. As fun as pouring some various vividly colored, strong and flowery goops into the tub and pretending it was a potion would be, and it would be, Y/n opted to find some more calming aromas for poor Doux. Lavender, lemongrass, and jasmine, were what she was on the hunt for. She managed to find both lavender and jasmine soaps, and a lavender candle. No lemongrass. But Y/n wouldn’t have held her breath on that one. It wasn’t exactly glamorous or glittery.

With the water hot, bubbles high, candles lit, Y/n had crafted a very romantic and relaxing evening. She stood back to admire her work for a moment before going to go get Douxie. He was laying across the couch, using his crossed arms as a pillow, with Archie snoozing on his chest, when she found him.

“Sorry Arch. Find a different pillow for the night?” The dragon-cat understood. That didn’t stop him from throwing a look at the two as he settled back down into the couch’s fluff.

Ignoring Archie, Y/n took Douxie by the hand as she led him back into the room she had set up. The air smelled very strongly of lavender. The pink of the tiles was muted in the dim light, which Douxie was thankful for. Then he noticed the giant fucking mountain of bubbles Y/n had turned the bath into. He supposed she wanted him to get in that. Somehow. They’d have to be careful not to accidentally choke on any bubbles.

Douxie let out a little groan as he slid into the bath. The hot water felt great on his tense muscles, he had to admit. He was feeling better, and more relaxed. He certainly wasn’t anywhere near as stressed as he was in time square anymore, but the tension of this strange combination vacation/flee-for-their-lives-trip was taking its toll on the master wizard. He wouldn’t put it past his hair to start greying soon. A wizard was only ever as old as they felt, after all. And boy, did Douxie’s bones feel old. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. No worries right now. He was safe, Nari was safe, Archie was safe, Y/n was safe. Y/n was right beside him, so extra safe too.

“So, how’s it going.” Y/n laughed at Douxie getting a little lost in the hot water sauce.

“Nuclear.” Douxie opened his eyes to take in his wife’s pretty face he just knew was smiling, he could hear it in her voice. Doux pulled Y/n into his embrace and against his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Thanks. I- I guess I sort of maybe needed this.”

Y/n snickered. “Of course you did. Remember, I’ll always be here to take care of you.” She brought his hand up and kissed his knuckles. “Always, Mr. Casperan.”

“And that goes the same for you, I’ll always take care of you, Mrs. Casperan.”

[troublesometrollhunters]

Hello! Uh, how are you? I read your rules and am ready to send in an ask! May I have a character of your choice with a short reader! I’m talking like 4’10 or 5’0 and just like shenanigans ensue? Would character put things in a place reader couldn’t reach? What about cuddles??!! Possibly put in some domestic stuff to? Like baking or cooking? Also I saw that you had like 60 asks so delete this if it’s to much!! 💖✨💖✨🤗🤗🤗

I'm gonna go with Dic

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He'd gotten annoyed at you. You don't remember how the fight started exactly, just that harsh words were said on his part and angry defensive ones on your part. You do remember how it ended however, and how it was still going apprentally.

As you looked at the sugar that had been purposely put on the top shelf way above your reach despite how often you used it you grumbled leaving the kicthen and coming back with a stepping stool. Unfolding and stepping up on it, you teeter on your tip toes before you grab the ingredients you needed. Rolling your eyes at his pettiness you start to angry bake. Dictatious was such a spoiled brat. He was your spoiled brat but still, the troll tested your patience in ways you didn't know were possible until you met him.

Sighing as you continued mixing you could hear the blind troll snickering nearby clearly hearing your struggle but not helping. Lips tight you turn annoyed as he laughed at your pain. He was tiny for his kind!!! Why was he teasing you about it???

Huffing you go back to aggressively stirring. Blind as a bat and just barley learning the layout of your house and he still found ways to mess with you. Oh well, at least he was cute. If he wasn't you might've kicked his ass by now.

"Dictatious I will make these cookies and I will eat them all myself. Apologize and promise to stop or their all mine." You warn crossing your arms as you stare at the green man lounging in your living room. The troll instantly jumps up and begins to whine as he stumbled towards you before grabbing your arm and shaking it like a small child.

Smirking glad you had his attention you continue to tease him and keep the bowl away from his grabby hands as he blubbers out a half assed apoligy to get a taste of the sweet you were making. Two could play at the teasing game.

Once he was done begging you chuckled giving him a small kiss on his nose. Shooing him away to the couch you begin clumping cookie batter onto a tray. He could have apology cookies but the batter was yours.

Licking the spoon mischeviously he huffs as you smile. Its fine a little cuddling as you waited for cookies and you'd both forget this until next time.