This was written for couldbenyx's "A's Love Language Is Killing B's Enemies And Dropping Them At B's Feet Like A Cat Gifting Dead Mice" prompt for the Bulletproof exchange on AO3.
Also, Gunmar never gets released in this AU.
"You need to stop," Darci said.
"Stop what?" Claire asked. She was in her human form, but her eyes glowed mischievously with purple and gold light.
"Stop bringing me the heads of your former allies!" Repairing their friendship had been tricky. They had grown apart when Claire had graduated high school as a sophomore, and then things had become worse when Darci had discovered that Claire was a changeling. If Darci had known that rekindling their friendship would cause this much frustration, she wasn't sure if she would have tried so hard to convince Claire to turn against Gunmar, the Janus Order, and her Lady Creator.
"Aw, is the brave trollhunter squeamish?"
Maybe a little, but Darci wasn't going to rise to the bait. "One of my dads is a cop. You know this. One day, he's going to see one of the heads -"
"- I thought opening mail was a crime."
"Not if it's leaking blood."
"Oh, please, I'm a professional. None of the heads I've given you have been dripping with blood. I'm not my Lady Creator." One of Claire's hands balled into a fist before the tension released itself from her shoulders. "In fact, sometimes the heads I give you is in troll form!"
"Fine. You haven't given me a bleeding head yet, but I don't trust you not to escalate the freshness. But anyways, one of these days my dad's going to see one of the heads before I can dispose of it - like you should be doing instead of giving them to me - and call on an investigation, and the entire trollish world will be exposed. Including both of us."
"You still haven't told him?" In Darci's junior year of highschool, the Amulet of Daylight had called her name and made her the Trollhunter. She was twenty now and had only let her secret slip to three people. Four if she counted Eli, but he had known bits and pieces about trolls before Darci found the amulet.
"Have you told your mom why her precious daughter decided to squander away the future she worked so hard for, graduating high school two years early for?"
"You know that's different." The light in Claire's eyes took on a harsher tone, the gold beginning to outweigh the purple. "Your still your fathers' daughter. I've never been."
"Yeah, yeah, we're both adopted."
"Your dads both know they adopted you, though." Claire played with a lock of hair, looking off to the side before the light faded from her eyes, making them brown once more. "Fine, then. I'll stop giving you gifts."
"I like gifts. Just not flowers or the severed heads of my enemies."
"Do you want the full bodies, then?"
"Claire, no!"