He wasn't sure what about him felt off that day. His first clue was when none of the impure came around him. Now, that wasn't uncommon, as they would often flee from fear of being discontinued. But today, no one approached him, not even that conniving Stricklander. Bular snorted at the oddness of the changelings, but he didn't dwell on it for long. He had other things that need to be tended to.

For instance, the sleeping woman in his room.

Upon approaching his room, a small forgotten maintenance storage room in the tunnels under the city of Arcadia Oaks. He paused in the too small for him to fit doorway, his gaze fell on the slumbering woman. His mate. Somehow in the world of fate, he Bular, Son of Gunmar, a proud member of the Gumm-Gumm tribe, ended up with a human woman as a mate. One that he would also kill for.

She was small in stature, even for a fleshling. Standing, she reached no more than 5'4. Bright (e/c) always made him stop and stare, (h/l) (h/c) flowed from her head, so soft that he loved to run his claws through it to destress. Freckles dotted her face, seeming like stars. She wore a simple white summer dress, a piece of clothes that the impure, Nomura, had brought to her when Bular had unintentionally ripped her previous outfit. It was something simple that he could deal with.  

Though what drew his attention this day, was the swelling of the woman abdomen. She was swollen with life. A life that created from a troll and a human. 

To say that he was nervous was an understatement. In all the lore and history of the relationship between trolls and humans, none spoke of offspring being born from a union. They were treading in unknown territory, but in theory, it would mimic that of a human pregnancy. Considering that his mate was going into her eighth month. And that subject confused the troll. Gumm-Gumm pregnancies were so much simpler. The female would carry the whelp and then pop it out. After a few weeks of TLC, the whelp would be placed in the care of Caregivers, special trolls who would watch and raise the whelps in multitudes. But, with his mate, she was always craving things. Things that made even made him gag. Some of the foods he didn't even know existed. So he would begrudgingly ask the changelings for aid. 

Then there was the subject of what would occur if he was successful in the attempt at bringing the rest of his tribe back. How would his father react to him taking a human mate? Probably, not the best. He sighed with tension. Best not to bring these thoughts around his pregnant mate.

"Bular, that you?" You asked, rubbing your eyes of sleep. Having needed a welcomed nap, you were pleasantly surprised to find your mate staring from the doorway. His gaze was distant though, more than likely thinking of problems. You sighed and rolled into a sitting position, something that was getting quite difficult. With difficulty, you rose to your feet, though they were sore and swollen. The nest of blankets and pillows shifted around you.

The nest of blankets and pillows shifted around you. Bular had dropped them at your feet one day stating that you were going to want them. Boy was he right! Three months in and you started having the craving to be surrounded by softness. After asking, Bular had informed you that female trolls would line their nests with soft materials so that when the time came it would be easier to get comfortable. Besides that, you loved sleeping surrounded by pillows.

"Bular what's bothering you," you softly asked. Soon you were a few inches from the troll. He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and looked down at you. You cocked your head and asked again now that you had his attention. Sighing he answered, "Nothing, simply wondering where we are going to put the whelp." His voice was laced with drowsiness. Something that you knew he'd been lacking. Many days he would be sitting guard of the room, not catching a wink of sleep. And it was finally taking its toll.

With a gentle smile, you grabbed his giant clawed hand. Your hand was so minuscule in his palm, barely fitting. "Come lay with me. We both could use some sleep." You whispered, leading him out of the room and to the nest that he had created for himself. It was big enough for both of you and Bular would have to try and squeeze through the little door. He grunted, but complied. The thought of resting with you was too great than his worries. So he dropped into the nest made of grass and hay and pulled you (gently) into his lap so you rested on his stomach. With glee, you curled on your side, wrapping your arms around the growing life. The warmth of Bular's body was enough to lull you back to sleep. Only after he heard your snores did Bular follow into the dreamscape.

Bular could hardly contain the pain as he plummeted to the canal floor. Once his mate had told him about how when someone died their life would flash before their eyes. He saw everything. Though, thoughts drowned out those memories. What was (y/n) going to do? She wouldn't be safe with the changelings around. He just knew that they'd take all their anger out on her and his whelp. And that enraged him to his core.

He hit the water with a thud, slowly sinking into the liquid grave. Where the TrollHunter had stabbed him was burning as everything was turning to stone. Maybe he could give in and finally sleep. 

However, your sweet voice echoed in his ear, "Please don't leave us!"

Never.

You'd been sitting with Walter Strickler, drinking a cup of mint tea. Something to sooth your nerves. Your mate had left to go welcome his father back into the world of humans, but something apparently went very wrong. Walter had shown up at the area where you and Bular resided, a sorrowful look on his face. He told you of how the young boy that Walter called Atlas, had ruined the planned. Bular being raged had gone after them and not returned.

So there you sat, sipping tea with a changeling. One of the only that accepted you. It was so quiet, too quiet. You needed sound, something to draw out the worries. Those rose and rose until you couldn't take it anymore. 

Suddenly, an eminence wave hit you.

With a death grip, you grabbed the edge of the table and whimpered, catching Walter's attention. "(y/n) are you alright?"

You shook your head violently, "Baby! NOW!"

His eyes widened animatedly, this was something that he was not prepared for. He rushed to your side and helped you to your feet and over to your nest. The sight of it and the hormones made you start to sob. The sobs began freaking Walter out as he laid you in the nest. 

You looked up at him, "I want Bular here!" You sounded broken and beaten. You repeated that phrase over and over. Hoping that it would bring your lost mate back. Alas, not a sign of him appeared at the door. This only caused you to cry harder. He was supposed to be here when the baby came! This was supposed to be for both of you, but it was only you that the whelp would see. 

A contraction moved through your sore body, a first of many for a while. And for hours you laid in the nest weeping from heartbreak and pain. However, the contractions became rhythmic, only seconds apart. It was time. Walter sat on your left, holding you up as you pushed. He gave as much encouragement as possible. But it was up to you to bring this mystery into the world. Screaming and pushing for two hours. Just when your final push came, a thud came from the doorway. Through the haze of the pain, you tilted your head and saw heaven.

He was soaked with water, his chest was stone, panting, but it was him. Bular.

You cried out for him and he came, groaning at your grip. While you wanted to embrace him, so did the babe. They were ready. So with your mate down there ready and waiting, you gave the final push. Your scream was joined by a new one. With uncapped joy, you watched with drowsiness as your broken mate cut the cord connecting you and the babe. They were so small in his palms, much like you. 

Shockingly, they were human.

Wrinkly (s/c) was blotted with blood and fluids. A fuzz of black hair was scattered around their soft head. Little fingers and toes were being waved around by the little hands and feet. 

Bular stood there frozen. This had been the moment he'd been dreading and waiting for. And yet, all he could think of was that this was his and your future, there in his hands. A cough to his left was Walter, who handed him a clean blanket. Witch Bular wrapped the child in, marveling at the softness of them. He handed the babe to you, where you teared up and whimpered. They were finally here. In your arms, laid the most beautiful baby girl. She adorably yawned and gradually opened her eyes, spearing you with the bright amber eyes you'd ever seen. Reminding you so much of Bular's. She gargled and examined where she was. You looked up at Bular and barred the biggest grin.

In that moment, Bular realized something, he was a feared Gumm-Gumm. Human eater, something that should be feared. Yet, as he looked at you with your big grin and your child, he could think of nothing but protecting both you and her.

A gift, that's what you were. His little ray of sunshine that would never burn him.

While he loved his father and tribe. In reality, he was content with living with simply you and her. His little world.

"What shall we name her?" He asked.

You smiled, already picked out a name long ago. 

"Kenna. It means little fire." You whispered as you locked gazes with her burning amber ones. Bular leaned down and began purring, witch Kenna joined in doing.

His Sun and Fire.

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