Trollhunters X Reader

Bular X Mythical Creature Studier Female reader Pt 2

Previously

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"Th-thank you... Bular. I hope I can see you again." You smile turning to go back home.

Bular chuckled. "That would be... nice." He said, having a hard time saying the last word.

You nod and start walking off. You arrive at your home and took a deep breath in reaching for the door handle...

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The mettle creaked as you turned the handle, slowly and cautiously opening the door. You walked in feeling the worry and anger that hung over the house. You didn't even have to see your father to know that he was worried and mad.

"D-dad!!! I-I'm h-home!!!" You call, cringing a bit. You hear footsteps rush towards where you were standing. Before you knew it, your fathers arms were around you, holding you close.

"(Y/N)!!! I was so worried!" He let go and held your shoulders. "I didn't know what happened, or what to think. If someone took you or... you got hurt..." she sighed and hugged you again.

"I-I'm sorry dad.... I-I didn't mean to stay out that long..." you hugged him back.

"What kept you? Why were you so late?!" He looked over you after letting go.

"W-well, I... met someone... and I..." You were interrupted by your fathers serious tone of voice.

"You... met someone?" He looked at you with an expression that nearly made you scared. "Who?"

You blush, trying hard not to. "W-well... his name is Bular and... h-he's, really nice... I think..." you smile/ cringe, not really wanting to see your fathers reaction.

"Bular? What kind of name is that?!" He scolded.

"W-well... h-he's not... actually human." You wince.

"Oh (Y/N)! I was..."

"Wait I... I have a picture..." you grab your bag and pull out your sketchbook and start flipping to your last sketch.

"(Y/N) please."

"N-no hold on...." you find the sketch you did of Bular and showed you dad. "S-See... th-this is Bular... and he's a troll. He was going to eat me but..."

"That's enough (Y/N)!!! These mythical creatures don't exist! Trolls!!" He grabbed your sketchbook from your hands. "Don't exist! I let you go in these hunts because it made you happy. But this has gone too far! You have an over active imagination, and I am putting a stop to this." He walks to the kitchen and tosses your book in the sink.

"No! Dad please!!! I've worked so hard on those!!" You start to cry as you try and grab you book.

"I'm sorry (Y/N). But it's for your own good." He sighed holding you back before he turned in the tap. Your sketchbook started to warp and bend as the water was absorbed into the paper.

"Nooo!!! Dad!!!" You cried, tears falling down your face. All the sketches you did, started to blur and melt into one undefinable blob. Your watercolour paintings started to wash away.