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makethiscanon · 1 year

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Forgotten in the Frosted Hills: Part 1

'Post my forgotten WIPs' won out on the poll, so here's chapter one of a Krel x Fem!Reader who likes the cold fic. Sorry Skrael lovers, he does feature but isn't the pairing.

Word Count: 1750 || Rating: Teen || Warnings: Mild Threat/Violence || Tags (Chapter Specific): Plot-Focused, Reasonably Canon-Compliant, Adventure, Fantasy Realism, First Encouters, Prologue, Reader is English for Specific Arcadia Canon Purposes.

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You didn’t mind the cold. In fact, compared to the heatwaves of summer, you absolutely adored it. People often questioned how you could stand to walk around in light dresses when everyone else wore thermals. Truth was, you liked being chilly. The bitterest winter winds were a tickle on your skin, and in the cold you finally felt like you could focus. Summer sunshine only ever brought discomfort, leaving you stranded indoors where you would not burn or melt.

People often commented on your odd preference, but you didn’t mind. Not until your oddity caught the eye of someone you wished it didn't.

It was a mid-winter afternoon in rural England. Not as cold as usual for the time of year, but certainly enough to keep most people indoors. You, however, were out on the hills. The fields were empty, cattle nestled up warm in barns some many miles away, giving you the freedom to wander at your leisure. No coat. No hat. Just a thin dress, and tights that had no other function than to hide the imperfections of your legs.

You were strolling the hillsides, trying your best to locate an unusual tree-stump that had caused a ruckus at school today. Apparently, it had appeared out of nowhere, but looked like an ancient throne. You didn’t know if you believed the rumour, but it never hurt to check on days like today. It was too cold for anyone else to be out, meaning you could make a fool of yourself if the rumour turned out to be fake, and no one would know.

It was odd, actually. The past few days, you’d almost been certain someone was watching you. With fields stretching on for miles out here, though, there was nowhere for someone to hide.

You walked on, wondering if the colder bite to the air was just your imagination. But as you carried on, you began to notice frost speckling the grass underfoot. Your breath turned to white clouds. You smiled. You hoped that meant snow.

When you reached the peak of the hill, you stilled. Beyond, the land fell into a shallow crater, sloped on every side. It was a natural phenomenon, though the people from town often said it had ties to the Fae. You usually scoffed at such stories, and had wandered here plenty to know that wasn’t true.

But this time the crater – and the crater, alone – was white. Not with snow. With frost. And there, in the saddle between the four hillsides stood the throne, its dark wood standing out against the icy ground.

You edged down the slope to get a closer look, watching your footing as the frost turned thicker. With every few steps, the air grew colder. Alarmingly so. You’d never felt it so clearly before. It was fresh and invigorating, and you were sure any other person would have turned back with frostbite by now.

You felt eyes on you as you descended into the crater. When you were almost close enough to touch the throne, you stopped. The hairs along your arms and neck were prickling. You scanned the hilltops for signs of a lurker, but no one was there. But there had to be. You could feel them.

After a moment, you turned your attention back to the throne. Now that you were close, you could see the intricate carvings in the wood. They looked old. You’d walked this part of the hills many times before. A tree-throne this worn, it should have been here for decades, but you had never seen it before.

Being a reluctant skeptic, you hoped this was proof enough of something more than human. You wanted to believe. Perhaps now you could.

Figuring you needed to give it a once over to make sure it wasn’t some artsy installation, you ran your hands along the bark, then froze as a humourless chuckle carried on the wind.

“Don’t you feel it?”

Someone was behind you. You turned to look, but found no one there. Yet the hairs on the back of your neck still prickled.

“You aren’t like the others.”

This time, the voice sounded more concrete. Not something you could so easily dismiss.

You turned to look at the throne once more, coming face to face with a being that was as ancient as time itself. Your breath caught. You were too surprised to move.

He looked thin, with skin as blue as frost, eyes as black and as bright as the night sky, and was wrapped in a shroud with the skull of some ancient horned being adorning his head. It was not in his face that you saw his age, for his façade looked no older than you, but as soon as you laid eyes upon him, you felt your own mortality, and how small it was in the presence of his eternity.

He smiled a wicked smile.

“At last, we meet in person.”

He sat in the throne, one knee hooking over its arm as he claimed it leisurely, exposing a portion of his bare leg as his shroud slipped down into his lap.

“Aren’t you… cold?” You asked. It was a strange thing to ask, out of every uncertainty running rampant in your mind, yet somehow felt the safest of many questions. Suddenly, here was a being confirming every wild story of the Fae you had ever heard. He was physical proof that there was more to the world than what it seemed. Yet you were too scared to ask about any of it.

His smile grew wider, his eyes unblinking.

“I fathom I am just as cold as you.”

You almost told him that you didn’t feel the cold, only you stopped yourself once you saw the blackened ends of his fingertips, plagued by frostbite.

He noticed what you had seen. Raising a hand to study himself, turning it this way and that, he spared it but a glance before returning attention to you in full.

“Haven’t you ever wondered why the cold doesn’t bother you? Why it is, that others must wrap themselves in layers when the temperatures plummet, and you do not?”

How did he know that?

In a blink, he was behind you. His hands found your bare arms and he trailed his fingers across your skin. They felt so incredibly, impossibly cold. But it was not uncomfortable. He mused, pressing his nose into the side of your hair, his breath against your ear.

“My touch can kill animals, and wither plants to nought. Yet, you do not flinch.”

He slipped in front of you, hovering off the ground, bringing his face close to yours. His white-blue irises were so bright they were frightening.

You felt a dread welling in your stomach, one that could not be abated as you took a step back. At last we meet in person, he had said. Who was he, this creature from whom you could feel not an ounce of kindness, yet spoke to you without malice? He was asking questions you had never pondered, making you wonder about impossibilities no human ever need wonder.

“I… like the cold.” You said after a moment, aware he was hinting at such a thing anyway. “But who are you? Why does it sound like you know me?”

You being here was coincidence, and nothing more. It was by chance you had stumbled onto him, by chance you had sought out the throne. He knew all about your preference for the cold, yet it could simply be his deduction. You had willingly wandered into the middle of a frost-patch in a dress, after all.

“I am Skrael of the North Wind,” he offered. But his next words sent a shiver down your spine. “And you are to be my bride.”

Without an ounce of humour, an ounce of leeway, his words settled over you like a chill you never thought you could experience.

“Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, taking yet another step back. He had to be a trickster. He couldn’t really mean it. “I don’t know you.”

He glided towards you, following even as you continued to step back. You made it to the edge of the frost patch before he slipped behind you, grabbing your wrist. You span, hoping to dislodge his grip, but to your utmost horror, he was unfathomably stronger than his thin body looked.

“If you fight me, I shall make this difficult.” He warned, icy talons forming on the tips of his fingers. “You are my bride, ____, whether you like the fact, or not.”

“I can’t be.” You demanded, trying again to pull free. “You’ve got the wrong girl.”

He chuckled humourlessly.

“I would not stoop so low as to willingly put my hands on a mortal. I have studied you closely for weeks. There can be no other. You are my destined bride.”

He was insane. Bride was one thing. Destined bride was something else entirely.

“Let me go.” You demanded, using your other hand to try to pry him off. But his grip held fast. He watched your helpless struggle with clear amusement. He did not stop you. Your pathetic attempt was futile.

“Come.” He said, after tiring of your games. “I wasted enough time pursuing you. Now that I have you, the day of reckoning draws nearer.”

He floated back towards the centre of the frost patch, unfazed by your struggling. You tried to pull back, to kick your heels into the ground, but nothing stopped him. The agonisingly slow pace at which he moved only served to amp up your distress as he neared the blackened wood throne.

“Stop!” You wailed with a shriek, embedding your nails into the flesh of his hand. He stopped with a sudden jolt. You realised then that it was not the scratching, but the shriek that had faltered him. So with a deep breath, you shrieked again, hoping it would stun him.

But the only thing your cry served was to earn you a fierce slap across the cheek, and a glare that promised all hell should you do it again. The pain was excruciating. It burned and stung, and knocked your sight blind for a moment.

Skrael said nothing. With you knocked into a stupor, he pulled you to the throne and placed his hand upon the wood. In an instant, you, the throne, and even the frost vanished, leaving not a trace that they had ever existed.

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losertriangles · 7 months

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6 year old Astrid: *Innocently* Do we get to marry our prince charming?

Present Astrid: *Sweating nervously as she watches Draal furiously chase down a group of terrified teenagers with malicious intent for wolf whistling at her.* … Yes.

#toa #trollhunters #wizards #tales of arcadia #3below #astrid grace #claire nuñez #tobias domzalski #james lake jr #draal the deadly #toa draal #jim lake jr #jim lake junior #Trollhunters oc #canon x oc #self insert x canon #trollhunters incorrect quotes

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starsidexiv · 1 year

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Finished watching the Tales of Arcadia franchise with a friend and-

#starside speaks #WHAT. THE. FUCK.#that was better than i expected #holy shit i enjoyed that so much #what a great fucking series that was #OFF THE FUCKIN ROCKERS HOLY SHIT #DEL TORO OH MY GOD #TIME TO WORK ON MY INSERT #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #3below #wizards #rise of the titans #dreamworks

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chaoticfvckingdisaster · 1 year

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Yall would be done for if I could actually commit to and finish my writings

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aerkame · 2 years

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Bular’s Bane part I

Hey there, I’m back from the dead apparently. The stress of college was enough to shock me out of my grave and focus on writing and stuff to relax. I am thinking about making this into a FULL fanfiction on AO3(2?) so let me know if that would interest you or anyone who reads this :)

Also please keep in mind, every fic I write will have only 18+ characters, I am not okay with writing minors with adults so please do not request that.

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You always suspected that trolls were roaming around the city at night, but you never expected them to be plotting a total invasion and to eat every human in sight. You couldn’t tell authorities or they’d think you were crazy. Not even your friends would believe you no matter how hard you tried to bring it up to them, eventually driving them away. You couldn’t just stand and do nothing as trolls plotted the death of this city... So you took things into your own hands and made plans to steal the one artifact the bulky obsidian troll boasted would help them, even if it killed you. Of course, you would need to know everything you could about trolls and any other creatures you may not know of, so you hit the books at the local library, asked around town to see if people knew any tales of trolls, searched the internet far and wide, and even attempted to traverse the nearby forests to look for any signs of trolls being there previously. Unfortunately all you got out of this mini-project was that trolls had a great sense of smell, turned to stone in sunlight, and were nocturnal...oh, and they loved to eat humans. Regardless, you had a plan now, and to your luck, this should be a stormy week and if most animals had a hard time smelling in the rain, it should be the same for trolls right?

Heavy rain soaked into your clothes the longer you stayed still, breath still hitched and irregular from the near heart attack you received. Shouting and heavy grunts could be heard near your hiding spot as a bulky frame came into view before quickly vanishing, appearing to have found something of interest. Scooting ever so slowly, you made your way over to a dead tree that was hollowed out. If things went right, then you should be safe.

It was an odd looking item, having strange letters engraved into the silver metal and a red gem pulsed quietly within the metal casing. It sounded like silent whispers as you held it tightly to your chest, trying to calm your breaths and hide the glow of the gem in the current darkness. You tried to keep the creaking of the old bark quiet as you shifted into a smaller form, curling in on yourself when you heard more thuds; The dark troll had returned, continuing to loudly sniff the ground and surrounding area. A rough snort and a few bushes rattling to your left was heard “I know you’re out here! Show yourself now and I’ll make sure to end you painlessly.” The voice was gruff and very agitated as the troll drew its words out. So he can’t smell you but he knows the general area you’re in...good.

Slowly, your arm snaked down to your back pocket to grab the UV flashlight you took with you, hoping that it’ll be just as good as sunlight if the brute ever decided to peek inside the hollowed tree. However, you knew you couldn’t stay in here all night, your scent would surely start to collect once the rain died down and everything became less humid with the drying weather. So, looking upwards towards the opening, you decided to wait until the troll was far away enough to make a break for it.

You sat there for some time, some time that turned into a long while as your body began to relax. It had been nothing but pure silence outside of the tree, and you could only assume the troll moved on in another area to sniff out. You let a few more minutes pass by before slowly and carefully creeping out, taking extra caution to not let your pants snag on the bark or the bushes nearby, softly landing on the ground. You quickly stuffed the glowing artifact into the small bag you brought with you and leaving the UV flashlight out just in case...but...it was still quiet. Too quiet. Not a cricket chirp, not the rustling of leaves from the previous winds...nothing but the pitter patter of rain on the ground beneath you, and a loud Thud that sounded from the tree branches above.

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9firefly9 · 1 year

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PLS DRAAL X FEM WARRIOR READER LIKE DRAAL JUST SO IN LOVE WITH HER LIKE FRIKIN WORSHIPS HER

(ISTG DRAAL IN SO UNDERRATED AND FOR WHAT I NEED MORE OF HIM😭)

Thank you for sending me your request! I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you like what I’ve written! I apologize if Draal does not act like he does in the show. I haven’t watched the show in a long time and unfortunately could not remember exactly how he acted, so I guessed. I hope you still enjoy reading it! :)

Until we meet again

“Get your own gem!”

“No, it’s mine!”

“If you don’t leave me alone I will make sure your head is mounted on my wall!”

The argument sounded like it was happening near me and I knew I should go and stop it. Trollmarket is not a place for arguments. I turned the corner and saw a tall, strong looking lady troll with deep purple skin arguing with a small plump lady with dark pink skin holding a purple gem high up in the air away from the shorter ones grasp.

“Hey! Stop that!” I yelled trying to get both of their attentions before the argument turned into a fight.

I was too late.

The purple troll raised her other fist up high and smashed it onto the small trolls face. I watched as the women winced in pain and staggered slightly to the side. My heart stopped. Whoever this woman is I think I love her. She turned to the side and it was then that I made up my mind. The woman standing in front of my was the coolest and prettiest women I’d ever seen. She wanted something and wasn’t afraid to show it. This woman was powerful.

After a moment they both seemed to notice me standing there and they turned around to look at me. The small pink plump troll looked over at me with tears in her eyes. She looked terrified of the other lady. It was clear she desperately wanted my help. But my attention was on the brave purple troll. She was wearing armour made of what looked like silver. Her hand was hovering over a long sword attached to her belt. Her cat like eyes were filled with suspicion as she scanned me up and down.

“Fighting’s not allowed in the Trollmarket. If you’re going to fight do it somewhere else.” I said to them coldly as I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach every time the purple troll and I make eye contact. The purple troll scoffed before asking “And who are you supposed to be?” I stood up taller making sure she could see my puffed chest as I answered “I am Draal the Deadly, son of Kanjigar the Courageous. Son of the earlier Trollhunter.” I answered proudly. “Who are you?” I asked trying to act like I didn’t care. The purple troll rolled her eyes as she answered “My name is Y/n the Brave. I, like my mother, am a warrior. Now if you don’t mind I’d like to take what’s mine” she waved around the gem in her hand “and get out of this place.” She looked around at the market with a look of disinterested written on her face. She was amazing. Every single thing she said, she did, was that of a true warrior. If she wanted that gem she would have it. Nothing could get in her way. Not even me.

She went to walk away and the pink troll tried to stop her. “H-hey wait a minute! What about my gem?” But Y/n didn’t stop. In fact she didn’t even show that she heard the pink woman. The pink woman looked over at me with an ask for help on her face, but all I did was shrug as watched the beautiful Y/n walk away.

I decided I couldn’t let her get away without talking to her more. I had to make sure I’d see her again. I chased raced through the Trollmarket as I chased after her. When I finally got closer to her I spoke up. “Hey! Wait,

Y/n!” I called out. She stopped walking and looked over her shoulder. I felt a lump form in my throat as I began to get nervous. I hadn’t thought my next move through. “I really liked the way you punched that other lady. You’re clearly very powerful.” I said hoping I was saying the right things. Her facial expression hadn’t changed a bit. All that was there was a emotionless look. “Maybe we could train together sometime and see who’s better?” I saw her lip quirk upwards the smallest bit as she turned to face me completely. After a moment of what felt like awkward silence she replied “I’d like that.”

She walked up to me and whispered into my ear “You better train extra hard, because we both know I’ll win.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I felt her breath touch the side of my face.

With that she turned back around and walked through the rocks leaving behind the Trollmarket. But hopefully not for long.

#trollhunters #fanfic #fanfiction #9firefly9 #fic writing #writing #humorous #hopeful ending #cute #draal the deadly #reader insert #x y/n #Draal x reader #request #oneshot #short fanfic

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whitherwanderyouspirit · 1 year

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Between the planning and the plotting, and the preparations for the impending war, Barbara and Walter navigate the challenges of mending bridges.

(Back with more missing scene filling. I am hoping to stick to some sort of reasonable update schedule, but this fic has flowed so unbearably slowly I am not entirely confident that it will cooperate.)

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #stricklake #barbara lake #walter strickler #and the usual suspects #missing scenes #fanfiction #also I really hope I got rid all the random spaces AO3 inserted in among the text when I pasted it over from LibreOffice #that is...so annoying

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superat626 · 1 month

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Wanted to draw some pharaoh aesthetic characters because I like it.

#Angor Rot #the doctor #meneshotep #Trollhunters #dbd #dead by daylight #Toonkind dnd #art by my hand #self insert

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khaoskrakenart · 10 months

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Once, there was flame.

Our hearts ignited; dancing toward the sun as if it would never rise again.

We would howl to the void; so that the stars and planets, would remember our names.

And people questioned the heights we said we would claim! ... the MOMENT you said you'd take my name...

So we set the world ablaze!

Even the Gods had learned our names...

It all fell apart... and we were to blame.

ONCE there was a flame... now it's all ash in the rain.

#my poem #im having a moment #my genuine angst #thinking about him again #10 minute angst dont judge #poets on tumblr #poetry #angst #voltron #pjo fandom #royed #trollhunters #insert YOUR OTP

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dumpofletterz · 11 months

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Uh...

Who I write for:

Any bbb/bbbglx character tbh

Tales of Arcadia

What I write:

Oneshots

Headcanons

Can do and cannot:

Can do

Fluff

Angst

Smut (only for adult/18+ characters)

Nsfw references (or hints)

Platonic

Romantic

x reader

ships that I'm comfortable with

Cannot

Pedophilia

Incest

Ships I'm not comfortable with

Reqs are always open and goodbye

(But it'll probably take me like long...Long time to write them. 🙏😭)

Mostly writes x readers

#boboiboy #monsta #x reader #oneshot #fanfic #writing #writer #boboiboy galaxy #reader insert #x reader oneshot #x reader stories #x reader series #x reader smut #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #wizards #3below

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limey-self-inserts · 15 days

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practising magic shots with Avalon~ the range for them is fairly broad and consistently fun

art tag: @bugsband @rexscanonwife @avenships @faerie-circle-ships @carbo-ships

#my art #self insert #world: trollhunters #ship: rotten magic

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valentinoappreciator · 1 year

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Here is the (for me, lol) long awaited Draal fic that I began working on this morning❤️

Based on an RP with my lovely girlfriend. No warnings, but be advised that Draal has a cock piercing in this piece 👀 pry that headcanon from my cold, dead hands lmao

Media: Trollhunters (Tales of Arcadia)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Draal the Deadly / Female!Reader

Warnings: Not Applicable

Additional tags: cock piercing, huge cock, rough sex, vaginal sex

Where else to find: AO3 (username TheWeirdDane, title To Train A Trollhunter) link below https://archiveofourown.org/works/44529901

Since tumblr has implemented a text-character limit per post, I'm forced to just give you a glimpse :(

Enjoy the filth, my lovelies!

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So apparently there was an entire society living beneath the solid pavement, asphalt, and humans’ feet. This society was made up of trolls, gnomes, and a whole slew of other creatures that you had no idea about just yet.

You had been declared something known as the Trollhunter - an important figure amongst the trolls. The Trollhunter was someone who protected good trolls and humans alike from the bad trolls, known as Gumm-Gumms.

However, having a human Trollhunter wasn’t something that most of the trolls were keen on. When your mentor - Blinkous Galadrigal, known as Blinky - explained the situation to a particularly angry troll, you momentarily feared that this other troll would kill you on the spot.

It spoke with a man’s voice, was a good deal taller than you, had spikes protruding from his back, and had truly magnificent horns on the top of his head. His body was a certain hue of teal, and he had a piercing in his triangular nose.

He snorted in your direction before turning his attention to Blinky who stood steadfast.

“This is our new Trollhunter? Bushigal! I’m the rightful heir!”

“With the proper training, Draal, she—“

The troll - named Draal, apparently - rolled his eyes and poked a short, wide finger into your chest. You took a step back, swallowing hard.

He was right. Whatever ‘bushigal’ meant, she was not meant to be the Trollhunter. There had to be some kind of mistake!

“Please, Blinky, he’s right,” you said, looking to your mentor.

“On the contrary. The amulet called to you. This is your destiny. Don’t mind him, come, your training awaits you.”

Blinky calmly walked towards the tunnel leading to the Hero’s Forge. You had trained here a few times already, but the grandiosity of the place never ceased to amaze you.

However, as you walked, you had the uncanny feeling of being watched; the small hairs on the back of your neck and on your arms stood on end. Your neck prickled. But as you looked over your shoulder, you couldn’t see anyone.

It was just Blinky and you.

“He won’t let it go, will he?” you asked quietly and donned your armour while Blinky started the machine.

“Doubtfully,” he answered in a serious, matter-of-factly way.

You had only trained for a few minutes before the gate to the arena opened. Already breathing hard from the exertion of fighting while wearing the armour, you looked to the entrance - and your heart dropped.

Draal waltzed in like he owned the place. Wearing a smug grin on his face and a kilt around his waist, he walked up to Blinky and you.

“Draal, you’re interfering in important Trollhunter business,” Blinky said firmly while you swallowed hard. Why had Draal followed you?

“That’s precisely why I’m here, Blinky,” Draal replied and sounded way too smug. “I thought I might offer my assistance to the Trollhunter, as a sparring partner.”

“Sp-sparring partner?” you whispered shakily, looking to Blinky.

“That’s preposterous, Draal, she’s still in her early training. She does not yet have the skills to hope to match your… vigorous fighting style.”

Draal laughed boisterously.

“Are you admitting that your little fleshbag protégé isn’t a good enough Trollhunter?”

“Hey! I’m trying my best here,” you exclaimed, puffing out your chest. Draal snorted and glanced at you. There was contempt and disdain in his eyes, like you were nothing more than a worm, and certainly not worthy of him.

Then why was he so hellbent on training you? Something wasn’t adding up.

Blinky was uncomfortably silent.

He could not be considering this.

“Blinky,” you practically pleaded, bringing urgency into your voice, and glanced at Draal who crossed his arms over his broad chest. “You can’t seriously be considering this!”

Blinky looked immensely torn, tapping his many fingers together.

“Well, you could do with some more rigorous and practical training,” he said, but made sure to avoid your gaze.

Your blood froze, and you were pretty sure you exhaled sharply.

“Then it’s settled,” Draal grinned.

#text #draal trollhunters #trollhunters draal #toa draal #draal the deadly #trollhunters #reader insert #fanfic #nsft #my post

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