[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

TW: kissing and poisoning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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