Treats~ Pop Rocks The Grand Highblood x Reader

   



    Nashir Makara, better known as The Grand Highblood stepped out of his house an agitated face gracing his painted features. The violent troll took a step forward already ready to rip someone’s face off for some unknown reason. Unfortunately for him, misfortune struck him and he stepped over the step up right before his door plunging down and landing on the drop, his other foot still on the higher up slab of concrete. Looking down below him he noticed something peculiar. Straightening himself, he reached down and gently picked up the box as to not completely destroy it and rip it into a million pieces. The small box was purple with white stripes on the sides making it look kind of like his shirt. Raising a black brow he glanced at the black and indigo striped bow on top of it. A small tag hung off of the end of the bow. Curiously he lifted his bulky hands and flipped it over revealing elegant handwriting. In fact it almost looked like calligraphy.

‘To: Nashir

From: Your Secret Admirer’

Deciding to disregard the tag for the moment the rather large troll opened the top of the box, careful not to harm its contents. Inside of the peculiar box was something even more awe striking. Inside the small box, were three sticks of popping rock candy. The troll reached inside pulling the sticks out and looking them over. Well. They were not only indigo like the rest of the box, but the sticks were painted black. The large troll put the pop rock sticks back into the box, sealing it up. Taking another look at the box he left his front yard, carrying the box in his two large hands. The neighbor’s dog proceeded to bark at him as he passed. Not one person around here liked him.

Why?

Because he was violent and menacing.

But he didn’t care. His left eye twitched a small amount growing angry at the dog and its excessive barking. Taking a breath, he leaned over and snarled at the dog. The dog quickly tucked its tail between its legs and darted off scared out of it wits. The royal blooded troll straightened himself and continued on down the street.

His destination?

(y/n)’s house.

Oh (y/n). She was smaller than him, as most people were but she was one of the very few people that treated with kindness and love.

Which was all he ever really wanted.

Not that he would admit that though.

She was truly beautiful with (hair length) (hair type) (hair color) hair. Her hair was like precious (precious metal or gemstone ex: onyx, obsidian, diamond, gold) that was only found in the far reaches of the universe. Her (body type) figure was flattering and she made everything lively and beautiful.

Well, to him she did.

Finally after walking for what seemed like ages he came upon her house.

To find she wasn’t home.

Scowling, he sat down on her front porch step waiting for her. If anyone could help him figure out who this was from, it was her.

Of course it just had to start pouring.

Still, soaked to the bone his usually curly and fluffy hair sticking to his skin, he sat there.

He would do anything for (y/n)

Anything.

Yes he was flushed for the girl.

But who would dare love a monster like himself?

When he became angry he was truly vicious a man of no remorse or mercy.

As time went on he found that he liked it that way.

Then he met (y/n)

Oh (y/n)

She had flipped his dark world upside down with just a flick of her wrist. She was the only thing he cared about honestly.

And here she was walking up to her house.

Wait what?

He quickly composed himself and stared at her as she walked up to him, wet just like he was. Her hair was flattened down to her scalp, and she still looked flattering. The models and actresses had nothing on her.

She was the embodiment of beauty.

“Nashir what are you doing here on my front step?”

When she said that it was like a bomb had gone off in his head.

He knew who the box was from.

“(y/n), I wanted to speak with you.)”

She laughed a bit and smiled at him.

“Well, I would definitely take you up on that offer, but,”

She sat down next to him.

“It seems I’m locked out of my house. I left my keys in my car and my car is at the mechanic.”

She sighed and slumped over resting her elbows on her knees and her palm on her chin the other hand just resting.

Pop!

Nashir raised his eyebrow and began to looks around trying to figure out where the popping sound was coming from.

Pop pop!!

This time (y/n) joined in on the search.

“What is tha-”

POP!

The loud pop made the both of them jump before Nashir looked down at the box.

The wet box.

So it was the pop rocks that were popping after all.

Hm.

“It is just these pop rocks someone gave me.”

(y/n) nodded and looked off into the distance.

That confirmed his suspicions.

It was (y/n)

Smiling to himself he stood up and then sat down on the ground in front of (y/n) their faces even.

“Nashir?”

“(Y/n).”

“What are you-”

He cut her off with a kiss.

A kiss in the rain.

When they pulled away (y/n) looked at him shocked.

“b-but I……..how did you-”

He smiled a closed eye smile and held up the box.

“You’re the only one that calls me Nashir.”

After a few moments, she began to laugh as she leaned forward pressing her wet forehead to his own.

“Looks like I’ve been caught red handed.”

She laughed.

Her laugh was musical.

It was beautiful.

“(Y/n) I’m flushed for you, so be my matesprit.”

“Okay Nashir. And by the way, I’m flushed for you too.”

And it was all his.

EXTENDED ENDING~

After waiting for about another hour in the rain (y/n) began to sneeze.

Which frustrated Nashir.

The last thing he wanted was for his matesprit to become sick.

So making up his mind he picked (y/n) up bridal style, the box of pop rock sticks in her hands.

“Nashir what are you doing?”

“You are not getting sick (y/n).”

And with those words his kicked a hole through her door.

“What the hell Nashir! I hope you know you are fixing my door.”

“Of course darling.”

And for the second time that day they shared a sweet innocent kiss.