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I am loving this fic of yours @pinkytoothlesso11 so I doodled something of it 🤭

Halfway shading this when I just remembered that his clothes were something of a grey vest and a tracksuit I think? 🤔 This is how I imagine him tho 😔

Also when you wrote about Angor adjusting to being a human, I just imagine Claire helping in by showing him around

Local news; Single ahh troll deciding to stay in a household where everyone openly shows their love for their partners.

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

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

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

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

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

Even though it didn't last long.

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

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

" Trolls don't do kisses. "

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

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

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

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

" Then -- ? "

" No. "

You laughed.

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

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

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

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Some designs of your clothing. Might change it or may not, depends.

You became a Guardian after about a year after Deya became a Trollhunter. Despite being a human, you have more experiences and skills, thus helping Deya in becoming stronger.

You were separated from Angor Rot after being a Guardian, and only met him three years later.

In this AU, Angor Rot's first Trollhunter kill is Deya.

(He's more in shock at seeing you cry. He's never seen you cry. He wondered how much Deya meant for your tears to spill out.)

(You were crying for Angor. For what he had become.)

Canon x reader characters I've made so far

Hotaru Haganezuka x Reader: Friends to lovers

Sanji x Witch! Reader: Childhood friends to lovers

Angor Rot x Witch Guardian! Reader: Lovers to enemies

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

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

Have some doodles of you two together

Eww happy couple *slaps trauma and angst*

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Jim or Angor Rot are referred to as Merlin's or Morgana's champions, I feel like that's another way to call trophies.