Trollhunters: The Short Stories

His Hidden Talent

Author's Note ~

Yes, this one-shot book was republished, with some changes! The old one still exists, just messy and forgotten. Each chapter will have a description of what it is about and if you want to request, you can try!

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Summary: Jim has other secrets than his Trollhunting profession. Granted, he lacks the skill of dancing but that didn't mean he was utterly hopeless in the music industry. He was a fantastic singer. Did anyone know that? No. Jim intended to keep it that way until someone certain was in earshot without his knowledge.

Characters: Jim and Claire

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Jim wasn't know for his exotic dancing skills, in fact, he had always admitted that the was utterly hopeless at such an activity. Mostly everyone had noted that he was worse than the worst at expressing his feelings towards the catching tunes of a song. Just because he couldn't dance, doesn't mean he was abhorrent as he hummed a sweet melody.

No one, not his mother nor Toby, which was quite shocking as those two had such an enormous spot within Jim's life, still, the had not known he carried such tune in his vocal cords. In fact, he had always intended to keep his singing skills to a minimum when others had accompanied him. Usually, his best time to let out his hidden talent was during the times when his mother had left for the hospital and spending mostly all of her weekends at work. Also, when he knew that he had no company stopping by so suddenly at his house -- mostly because his friends would at least send a text if they were making a visit -- Jim couldn't help but let out a delightful sound as he sung, his lovely, yet never heard voice had hung thickly in the air.

Now, as Jim stood over a wooden cutting board with diced tomatoes spilling their juices onto the carved surface and a knife slicing through the thick skin of other vegetables before sliding each smaller cut pieces into a large bowl set aside on the counter. He began to hum.

Almost, as if the young Trollhunter had no control of his own vocal cords, his throat buzzed a soft tune, a recent song he had heard on the radio a few days back. It had been his mother's favorite song which was continuously stuck within the borders of his mind. Shockingly, his mother would enjoy the marvelous sounds of country. Mostly it was because of the love songs that surprisingly had never affected her, mostly because every man she had loved, left.

That song was rather old, it spoke of reminiscing old memories and Barbara would hum it's call constantly, as if she was remembering the times that had been joyful to her. Jim didn't know if his father was the meaning behind the song when she sang it or when Jim hadn't been keeping secrets from her and she had missed the old days that she wouldn't trade for anything.

However, Jim completely ignored the meaning of what the simple song meant to his mother and finally formed the words of the lyrics. His voice was smooth, his ranged matched the soft spoken lyrics that were sang by the artist himself. His voice was rather pleasing when sung, in fact, it had such a gorgeous tune, it seemed almost angelic and reminded any unwanted listeners that happened to hear such a beautiful tone sound like a bell-like quality.

His singing talent had definitely beaten his dancing abilities. Oh, most definitely.

"Remember when I was young and so were you. And time stood still and love was all we knew. You were the first, so was I. We made love and then you cried, remember when." Jim started, his mind so lost in the actives he was participating in that he had completely missed the sound of a door closing gently and a pair of footsteps stopping at the open curtains that covered the island when the person in the kitchen had seeked privacy.

"Remember when he vowed the vows and walked the walk, gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard. We lived and learned, life threw curves. There was joy, there was hurt. Remember when." Jim hadn't stopped, not even when the intruder had pull a chair to the island and watched Jim's back flex with every move he made.

"Remember when old ones died and new were born, and life was changed, disassembled, rearranged. We came together, fell apart and broke each other's hearts, remember when."

With each verse he sung, he was more lost in his loving tune. "Remember when the sound of little feet was the music we danced to week to week, brought back the love, we found trust, vowed we'd never give it up. Remembe-- AHH!" Jim suddenly cried out as he turned and lifted his eyes to find that someone certain had their gaze locked onto him.

Jim fell to his kitchen floor with a thud, the contents in the bowl spilling over his face as he laid helplessly on the floor. The spectator had let out a pleasing laugh before stepping from their seat and heading in Jim's direction.

The Trollhunter wiped the food that rested on the small indents of his skin, groaning as small tomato slices dropped from his locks of hair as he sat himself up.

"C-Claire? W-what are you doing here?" Jim stuttered as she knelt by his side and lifting her hand towards Jim's unkempt hair, wiping extra food slices he had missed, away with her thumb.

"I texted you that I was coming over to see if you would do something with me. Blinky thinks it might be a quiet day." She laughed and cupped his face in her hands, making sure she had gotten all the pieces.

"I never got the text," Jim had suddenly found it hard to speak, his mind whirling and all the heat rising to his cheeks, painting them a deep shade of red. His girlfriend had heard him sing. Oh God, out of all people Claire had heard him sing! What was she going to think of him?! Hopefully something rather pleasing than heartbreaking.

Claire rolled her eyes playfully. "Your phone was on the couch when I got here, of course you wouldn't get it." Suddenly, Claire got a wicked smile. "You can sing?" 'There it was.' Jim thought.

"Wh-what, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"C'mon Jim, I was listening to you this whole time, you have a gorgeous voice." Jim's cheeks had colored more darker, if that was even possible.

"No, it's probably not even that good." Claire sighed at her boyfriend's antics. He never believed in what he was capable of and sometimes, Claire simply wanted to smack the back of his head -- of course, gently -- and scold him for being too hard on himself.

"Are you serious Jim!? You're really good, why don't you show anyone that you have a great voice."

"Mostly because my dancing skills kind of give the impression that I have no talent in the music world, whatsoever. Also, I never like singing in front of people, I'm the only one that -- actually, you and I are the only ones," Jim cleared his throat, fixing his mistake. "That know I can actually sing."

Claire couldn't help but smile. "Well I'm glad I do now, you got many talents Jim Lake Jr. besides, why did you sing a country song? I didn't know you liked country."

"I'm not that big of a fan, but my mom usually sings it. I always heard it so many times, I think when she sings it, it was her and my dad's song." Jim stated before he felt a pair of lips connect with his.

He was shocked at first, but quickly gathered himself before snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her close, causing the kiss to become a little more inmate. He had been dating her since she admitted that he was her one and only at the end of the barbecue but he was still not use to the feeling of Claire's plump lips against his own. Hopefully, he would never lose such a bursting feeling of happiness.

Soon, but sadly, they pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, loving the moment.

"Promise me something," Claire started.

"Sure anything for you." Jim added and pecked her lips quickly, causing Claire to smile wider than she ever had.

"You'll sing for me, I want to hear you sing again, it's gorgeous." Jim just chuckled as Claire stood up and helped up her lover. "Especially in spanish."

"Well one day, I want to hear you sing Claire Nunez." Jim said with a grin. The said girl chuckled and playfully, yet, gently, shoved him.

"Of course Jim Lake." She mumbled before pressing her lips against his cheek. Jim just grinned, maybe one day he'll show people his skill besides cooking.

But for now, his voice was only meant for Claire and to say, he was absolutely blessed.