#bular x reader

Bular X Witch/wizard! Reader

Note: Reader's pregnant but is gender neutral (So if you don't have the ability to get preg now you do. Bular uh–accidentally–finds a way) mentions of people getting eaten, mentions of canbalism, Bular is quite the protective yet pissed off bitch(Going off the words of Mr Pearlmen), Bular's entrance includes a human body part that he intends to feed to reader so uh take that as you will (You don't eat it so don't worry)

Not proof read cus I'm too lazy

Owning a little cozy store in Arcadia Oaks was always a little dream of yours, believe it or not. Sure, it was not one of your main goals, being a socerress (And stealing a certain gumm-gumms heart) topped that. But now, in the modern day world, that goal of yours could be finally ticked off–a saying made by the mortal's–your bucket list.

A few years ago you bought a little bookshop snuggled between some not so 'sunshine and rainbow' allyways, but a fixer upper always comes in on one's journey of life. But, miraculously, after a few weeks the dingey allyways started to have less and less–quote on quote–shadey people. Which was great for business! More customers and people who weren't cowards. But it did come with a cost.

Missing people. A lot of missing people. Posters covered the streets of Arcadia for a long while, but slowly people started to give up. And then nobody was waiting and wanting for them to return. Sad for the families but (apparently) they were a delicious snack for your husband.

You affectionately call him 'Butch' when speaking about him to humans. Because, well, Bular is quite the abstract name and if they ever found books on troll history they could quite easily connect the dots, but humans find anything magical outlandish. They would just pin it as a coincidence and think 'maybe his parents really like fantasy and folklore', but it is better safe than sorry. Coming from the fact that you've met quite the few humans that are actually extraordinaryly smart, you maybe even thought about taking one of them as your apprentice. But alas it was never meant to be.

"Has Butch been having trouble putting the crib together yet?" Barba Lake, a dear friend and a once in a while customer, chuckled with a smile on her faint ruby red lips. You chuckled along with her. It was a stereotypical thing you would see in the picture films, the father of a child struggling to construct a baby's bed. You wouldn't say Bular was having trouble with a nest–techinaly a troll version of a crib, but for mother and baby–but he would spend a long time out searching for stuff that he deemed worthy to be apart of the nest. Though, it does worry you with how longer it takes each day. Yesterday it was so close to sunrise, you nearly turned him into stone yourself for being so careless. "A little bit, but he manages the best he can." You answered, passing Barbara her newly bought cooking books.

"And," You started, changing the subject. "How is that boy of yours?" You asked, refering to her son, Jim. He was a nice young boy. You remember when Barbara took him here when he was...five? If you remember correctly. The red haired woman's face contorted, she seemed hesitant and sad. "Barbara?" You said, your tone being glossed with worry. "I-...sorry," She murmured, taking her glasses off and rubbing her eyes. "A lot has been happening lately." You frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that." She shook her head, putting her glasses on and murmuring that it was fine.

You let out a sigh, sliding off your chair and standing tall. "I know it won't mean much," You said slowly, ducking behind the wooden counter, a hand making it's way to your bump. A few moments later you returned to Barbara, placing down a cardboard box full of items. Which in return, made the red head raise a brow. "But choose an item that *speaks to you." The doctor tilted her head. "Really?" You nodded. "I don't have any need for them anymore, and well, I need to make room for the baby." And their enchantments have long since worn off. "You're too kind," Barbara chuckled. "But if you insist..." She trailed off, placing the cook books down and putting her hand in the box and digging for anything that met her fancy.

After a few minutes, Barbara let out a 'AHA!' noise, like she was actively looking for that exact item. "Find something that you like?" You mused, stating the obvious. Barbara nodded with a little grin. She pulled out a golden bangle. "My grandmother had one of these, I've always been looking for something like it. Didn't think you'd have a replica." You shrugged, but not bothering to hide the little smirk on your face. "I have many things that you don't think I have." You said crypticly. "Well, I better get back to the hospital." She said, putting the object in her pocket. "It was good seeing you, Barbara." She smiled. "You too! Try not to overwork yourself. I know you." You chuckled. "I'll try. Butch has already been on my case about that all month." 'but do you really know me, Ms Lake?' "Good on him. Take care now!" She said, picking up the books, giving her goodbyes and walking towards the entrance and then out the door.

Letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, you put both hands on the box. Intending to move it back to it's original place, but your stomach interrupted you with a growl and a kick from the baby. "Okay, I get the signal." You murmured, emerging from behind the counter and walking towards the managers office. Nobody else was in the store–suprising, you had expected some people to get some shelter from the rain–you let your employees have a day off, trying to be a good boss to them. Opening and closing the door, you waddled over to the little shelf that had a bag on top of it. Your bag. Waving your hand an orange glow surround the bag, pulling you hand back, it then floated towards you. Grabbing it with both hands, you zipped it open and put your hand in it, searching for that sandwich you packed.

A few seconds later you pulled out a zipp lock bag that held your sandwich within it's clutches. But before you could even undo the zip, a growl caught you off guard. It definitely wasn't from you and it was very faint, yet familiar. "Bular....?" You murmured, flinging the bag onto your desk. You walked over to the giant tarp that covered the giant hole floor, you flicked you wrist and the beige fabric flew upwards, before folding itself and drifting towards the nearby wall. Looking into the pit that lead to the sewers, you raised a brow. Nothing was there. "Curious..." You whispered, tilting your head but then a familiar smell caught your attention. Blood. You took a breath, taking a step back. Now, blood was something that you've gotten used to over the years, you're mates with a Gumm-Gumm after all, but something right about this moment in time. Why was there blood in the sewers? Stuck In your thoughts, you failed to hear the footsteps that were steadily approaching your location. Your thoughts were then later broken by a hard kick from the babe.

You let out a groan, a hand immediately going to your stomach. "Not now..." You whispered lowly, lowering your head. But that was your one, fatal, mistake. A towering figure shot up from the hole, landing just a few feet Infront of you. Your body tensed and you quickly lifted your head but then let out a relieved sigh, recognising the intruder. There Bular stood on all fours, a human arm in his mouth, and blood all around his mouth. Bular narrowed his eyes before dropping the arm at your feet. He stood to his full, towering height, "Expecting someone else, Witchling?" Tongue wiping the blood from his teeth as he looked down at your smaller form. You huffed, rolling your eyes. "It's not everyday you smell blood in the sewers, my dear." He grunted in response before nodding towards the arm on the floor. "Eat." He said, crossing his arms. You glanced towards the flesh, flicking your wrist, it floated upwards then landed in you arms. It was certainly fresh–not like the blood around Bular's muzzle wasn't already a sign–had he just ripped it off someone or killed who it belonged to? Not like it mattered but you were still curious.

"Thank you, my dear." His face glowed with pride, not even bothering to hide it. "But, I'll have this for dinner." Then contorted into disappointment. He huffed, "You're not going to eat fresh meat–taken from the body of a fleshbag–but you'll eat cheep slices of flith like that?" He growled, nodding towards the sandwich on your table. You sighed, putting a hand on your forehead. "Not even after you begged for a whole buffet of my food." He taunted, a brief smirk finding it's way on Bular's face. Jackpot. You growled, bitting your bottom lip, your eye peaking out from the cracks of your fingers. "You're lucky I can't use my magic too much, Bular." There's that flame he loved so dearly, he chucked licking the blood off his top set of canines. "I sure am, _____."

WARNING⚠️: Very suggestive (but nothing too crazy), Bular’s a lil’ perv, implied possessiveness.

With Killahead nearing it’s completion, Bular begins to contemplate a few things. He goes to visit an old friend to help take his mind off of his trouble.

Bular x Troll!Reader Insert

Warning: Canon typical violence. An unidentified animal gets attacked in this.

How about a Bular one. Where a reader has a bad day. And Bular comforts them?

( Bular is terrible at comforting people

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~ Your laying in the nest just staying there cause you don't want to move. Today was terrible and your tired of it. You just want it to be tomorrow. So you burrow in the blankets and just stay there for now.

~ Bular of course comes looking for you because he loves you but is bad at articulating it so he follows you around. He pauses when he sees you slumped in the blankets curled up in a burrito. He pokes you confused and huffs when you refuse to acknowledge him or say anything. He tries to drag you out of bed because its too early to sleep but you just start throwing blankets and pillows at him.

~ "I'm having a bad day okay?" You whimper and he pauses dropping you back in the bed. You whine curling back into your blankets and he chuffs.

~ He calms his assholery at least a little. Huffs and leaves you alone for awhile and tries to come up with ways to make you feel better.

~ After some time he comes back carrying a bunch of snacks. He dumps them on you before laying next to you rumbling softly. Poking out from the blankets you hum.

~ He lays down with you watching you eat snacks. Staying quiet as you sniffle and eat he cuddles close.

(Your Name = Y/N, Your Title = Y/T, Eye Color = e/c)

​The creature sat among the tree branches with the goblin hoard, observing the large troll that roamed the forest below. The creature knew that even the most skilled of trolls couldn’t pick out her scent among a hoard of goblins.

​“Come out, little whelp.” the troll called, scanning his surroundings. The creature got up into a crouching position, watching the troll below. As soon as the troll was just under her, the creature pounced, letting out a roar of attack. The troll looked up just as the little creature landed on his head, her teeth chomping down on one of his horns.

​“I gwut chu.” Y/N growled, tugging on her father’s horn. Bular chuckled, reaching back to grab his daughter by her scruff, dropping her lightly onto the forest floor.

​“Yes, little whelp. You got me.” Y/N smiled with pride, her fangs gleaming in the moonlight, “With enough training, you will be a very good hunter one day.” Bular bumped heads with his daughter before lowering himself to the ground, allowing her the ability to clamber up onto his back. “We should get back. Your mother will start to worry if we get stuck out her after sunrise.”

​“Aww… We don’t have time for one more game?”

​“Unfortunately not, little whelp. Unless you want to be out here with the sun.” Y/N huffed in disappointment, reluctantly burrowing into her father’s mane. Bular started to walk in the direction of Arcadia, the only sounds of the forest being the chirp of crickets and the scuttle of the goblins above. After a while, Y/N crawled forward, positioning herself atop her father’s head.

​“Father?”

​“Yes, little whelp?”

​“When grandfather returns from the Darklands, do you think he’ll like me?” Bular stopped walking, glancing up at his daughter.

​“You are his kin, Y/N. Of course he’ll like you.”

​“Even though I’m half-human?” Bular tilted his head forward, making Y/N tumble to the ground.

​“Listen to me, little whelp. You are Y/N Y/T, princess of the Gumm-Gumms. You are the daughter of a fearsome warrior and the bravest, most stubborn human female I ever had the pleasure of falling in love with.” Bular claimed, Y/N’s e/c eyes glowing ever so slightly in the dark of the night, “If my father can’t see what a gift you are, then that’s his mistake. Half-human or not, you are my daughter, and nothing will ever stop me from loving you.” Y/N giggled, purring slightly as her father bumped their heads together for the second time that night. “Now, we really should be getting back.”

​“Yeah.” Y/N agreed, climbing back up onto her father’s back, “We don’t want mama threatening to skin Uncle Stricklander alive again.” Bular chuckled.

​“I’m still not opposed to the idea.”

​“Father!”

WARNING⚠️: a twinge suggestive, and brief mentions of arguing.

Bular

Magic was rare in this age and time. It was apart of his life simply because he lived around creatures that contained it and it existed in him but magic still flowing through humans was practically unheard of. Especially after Arthur's magic genocide in Camelot.

Luck. You were blessed with the gift of luck and before him you had never even realized it, thinking your good fortune was all merely a coincidence. Once you knew thanks to him it's like your powers amplified. Now every day was a new adventure with something good or extra lucky happening to you.

He liked to think it was your gift that kept him from eating you, but he knew the truth and the truth was he'd fallen for your charm and had no intent to ever harm you. So when you said you had something to show him, he obediently followed you.

You'd found a cave while walking in the mountains near the canals. The trek was long but Bular had to admit as he walkes into the large cavern full of glowing crystals he was impressed.

The crystals were beautiful just like you. Nuzzling you softly he purrs deeply in appreciation at being shown this. Smiling back at him the glow of the crystals reflecting in your eyes he wants to remember this moment forever.

Draal

Your magic was unexpected. As an ally of the trollhunters it was obvious strange things would inevitably happen but one of the Hunter's friends being magic was not even considered in the realm of possibility of what could happen with the new human hunter.

Your magic? Luck. Probability was always on your side and once your magic was discovered it became easier to use. With you on the Trollhunters side it wasn't long before the Order and Bular were suffering because of you and your probability.

Draal was fascinated with you since day one. Your magic, your involvement with Jim, and other things made him keep a close eye on you. You notice and slowly despite his hesitance you become friends.

One day while exploring the deeper parts of Trollmarket you find something no ones seen before. Excited you rushed to Draal's hut before dragging him with you to show him.

Y/N (a human): Hey Bular can you help me with this?

Bular DROPPING E V E R Y T H I N G to go help (Y/N)

The Trollhunters Crew: ....?