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fandom-which-one · 1 year ago
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I need people to write so many fics for Trolls 3.
My friends went and saw it and immediately were like " we need these as fics and hope someone finds inspiration to write some based off of these:
1. Branch is the one captured (alternative he somehow sacrifices himself to swap with it save Floyd)
2. All the drama lowdown of the bros finding out and actually reacting to the fact that Grandma died and they left their baby bro for over 2p years essentially alone, even if they were not aware that he was alone.
2B. Plus the fact that because of the trauma he spent so much of his life gray and while he has more color again he still has some permanent effects from that ex: while not black his hair is still a darker blue and his skin isn't as pigmented blue as it was when he was a kid.
3. Really just any addressing of Branches fear of abandonment (like when they are singing as (Sp)Bruce's restaurant he's singing to them the lines of the song "you're all I ever wanted ...ect")
4. Any situation where they came looking for him sooner.
5. This is a bit more out there but I'm including in the list for my friend, "Somehow Branch gets turned into a kid again, maybe without full memory but enough that they have to build trust with him again because the fear of abandonment is still there (poppy can just be made a friend in this for slight au purposes if regressed Branch is permanent)
6 literally just all the Branch whump and hurt/comfort fics people wanna give.
Once again please feel free to use these as prompts if you want or as inspiration for fics.
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h1ddentrolls · 5 years ago
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Technicolor Beat.
Poppy had been planning Branches' birthday party for months now, and the day had finally come. She had made sure everything was perfect, it should all go well. If of course, her present to him didn't ruin their friendship.
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(Also posted on my Ao3)
   Nerves  bubbled  up  inside  Poppy  as  she  made  her way  to the  now not-so-hidden  secret  bunker  that  Branch  so  proudly live  in.
   Her eyes glanced down to the small blue box clutched in her hands. She sighed, releasing some pressure in her chest that she hadn’t noticed was there.
  She  honestly wasn’t  sure  where  this  sudden anxiety  came  from.  She  had been  planning  this  for  months  now,  and  all  she  had  felt was  excitement. Branches’  birthday  had  been  fast  approaching and  the  pink  queen  had  made  it  her  goal  to  make  it perfect  for  him.
   After  all,  it had  been  21  years  since  he’d  had  a  real  one.
    Branch  had agreed  to  let  her  plan  something,  on  two  conditions. One:  No surprises. (It’s  not a  surprise  if  you  point  it  out Branch,  duh.)
    And two:  No big  crowds.
    Okay,  Those are  doable,  although  a  little  disappointing.
   Poppy  was  just happy  that  Branch  was  letting  this  happen  at  all.
  She  recalled the  last  time  they  had  tried  to surprise  Branch  with  a party.  Poppy  had  planned  everything perfectly.  At  least  she thought  so.  She  hadn’t  really  considered  the  idea  that perhaps  the  paranoid  hermit  of  her  village  might  have several  (painful)  traps  laid.  Uhg,  the  memory  made  her grimace.
  No  one  had dared  to  try  again,  until  now,  of  course.
    So,  Poppy  had agreed  to  his  terms.  It  would  be  a  small,  scheduled party, with  just  herself and  the  Snack  Pack.  A  quiet  affair to  be  shared  among  friends.  He  had  also  said  that  he really  didn’t  need  any  presents,  but  knowing  the  Snack pack  (and  the  small  box  she  was currently  caressing.)  He  was getting  gifts  whether  he  wanted  them  or  not.
   Branch  had actually  been rather  excited  about  it,  which  at  the  time made  Poppy  bubble  with joy.
    Poppy  smiled, leaves  pleasantly  crunching  under  her  feet  as  she  reached the  entrance  to  the bunker.  Was  she  nervous?  Absolutely.  Was that  gonna  stop  her  from  having  an  amazing  time?  Absolutely NOT
  Poppy  knocked three  times,  on  the  trapdoor  that  was  hidden  as  a  welcome mat.  As  if  Branch  would  ever  welcome  anyone  in  his  bunker. She  tapped  her  foot  impatiently,  fiddling with  the  palm-sized present.
   It  took  a beat  before  the  familiar  sound  of  Branches’ (Surprisingly well-crafted)  elevator  rising  up  from  the  underground  made itself  known.
  The  pink  troll took  a  breath,  trying  her  hardest  not  to  squish  the  small wrapped  box  in  her  hands.  ‘Showtime.’  She  thought. The  trapdoor  slowly  creaked  open,  with  Branches’  dark  mane emerging  from  the  door,  his  brows  raised  as  his  eyes  met hers.
  The  queen couldn’t  help  the  grin  that  spread  across  her  cheeks  in that  moment.
     She  breathed in. “Hey  there’s  my  special  birthday  boy!”  Poppy  yelled, with  admittedly  the stupidest  smile  on  her  face.
     When  Branch rolled  his  eyes,  Poppy’s  rictus  only  grew. “Ready  for  the best  birthday  bash  a former  sour-patch  could  hope  for!?”
    He  scoffed, eyebrows  lowering  with  annoyance,  but  his  smirk  showed  he wasn’t  serious. “There  will  be  no –”  He  brought  two fingers  up  and  flexed  them. “–  ‘Bashing’  in  my bunker.” Branch  snarked.  Poppy  only  hummed.
    He  held  out his  hand  to  her  to  take,  which  she  accepted,  helping  her down  into  the (kinda  cramped)  elevator.
     Poppy  stuck the  present  she  had  (hopefully)  not  crushed  in  her  hands, into  the  pocket  of  her  dress.  The  two  stood  there  in silence,  the  only  sound  being  the  rattle  and  grinding  of the  makeshift  lift  bring  them  deeper  underground.
  It  did  nothing to  settle  the  mysterious  anxiety  swishing  in  her  chest cavity.  She  opted  to  examine  the  birthday  boy  while  she waited.
   He  looked good,  really  good,  she  admitted.  He  was  sporting  a  dark green  button  up  folded  up  to  his  elbows,  under  a  black vest,  tied  together  with  a  pair  of  fashionable  black  dress trousers.  Rather  handsome,  and  put  together  for  him.
           ‘Must be  Satin  and  Chenille.’  Was  a  thought  that  crossed  her   mind,  but  something  in her  wondered  if  Branch  just  secretly had  a  good  sense  of  style.
       She’d have  to  raid  his  closet  sometime,  just  to  be  sure.  After all,  half  the  time  he  walked  around  in  a  vest  and  shorts.
    Branch  stared at  his  knuckles,  rested  on  the  contraption’s  handle. “Everyone  else  is  already here.”  He  rolled  his  eyes,  as if  something  in  his  mind’s-eye  was  already  stressing  him out.
      “You  don’t know  how  hard  it  is  to  keep  those  guys  from  touching every  damn  thing  in  there.”  He  grimaced.
  Poppy  giggled, picturing  Branches’  utter  panic  while  the  Snack  Pack  ran amok  in  his  precious  underground  fort.  “Sorry,  they’re charismatic!  I  can’t  change  that.”
    Branch  let out  a  laugh  that  sounded  more  like  a  bark.  “No,  you’re charismatic.”  He  waved  his  hands.   “They’re crazy.”  He  crossed  his  arms.
       “They tried  to  hang  up  my  bear  traps  as  decoration.  Said  they’re ‘Pretty’”  The  blue  troll  shook  his  head,  utterly unable  to  understand  his  friends  sometimes.
   The  girl shrugged  at  him,  somewhat  apologetic,  but  not  really.  She poked  his  arm.  “You  at  least  let  them  decorate  a  little, right?”  She  stared  expectantly.
 His  ear twitched,  as  it  often  did,  and  his  lips  puffing  into  a pout.  “A  little,  but  it’ll  take  forever  to  clean  up anyway.”  He  complained.
   Poppy  waved her  hands  back  and  forth.  “Nonsense,  we’ll  help  you!”
  Branch  eyed  her for  a  moment,  then  grinned.  The  cute,  kinda  crooked  one that  she  really,  really  liked.
   She  did  her best  to  ignore  the  unexplainable  warmth  in  her  cheeks  and butterflies  that  appeared  whenever  he  smiled  like  that.
    Branch continued.  “Anyway,  I  guess  it  looks  nice.”
   Poppy  raised both  her  hands,  peace  signs  framing  her  face.  “Oh  of course  it  does!  Only  the best  from  my  pack.”  Branch grunted  in  response,  a  contented  smile  drawn  on  his  face.
   As  they finally  reached  the  ground  floor,  Poppy  was  greeted  with  the familiar  scent  of  the  bunker.
     Moist  earth, various  dried  herbs,  and  something  else  that  Poppy  couldn’t quite  place.  She  just  called  it  the  ‘Branch  Smell’ since  he  seemed  to  carry  a  similar  scent.
     The  new smell  of  very  sugary  fruit  punch,  and  lots  of  pastries,  was also  present.  Poppy  couldn’t  decide  if  all  of  the  various smells  married  together  was  pleasant,  or  really,  really gross.
   She  was  happy to  see  that  Branch  was  correct.  The  shelves  that  usually just  held  supplies  and  preserved  food  were  now  colorful  with frilly  steamers  and  decorative  lights.
  When  Poppy  took a  few  steps  onto  the  cold  ground,  she  realized  the  floor was  dusted  with  glitter.  Guy  diamond,  no  doubt.
  Two  tables  were set  up  in  the  middle  of  the  main  room,  one  with  food (And  a  cake  that  looked  almost  too  good.)  and  another  with several  assorted  drinks  and  a  big  bowl  of  fruit  punch.  
    Upon  further inspection,  there  was  also  a  small  table  against  the  wall to  the  left,  with  presents  of  all  shapes  and  sizes.
   The  queen  was charmed  at  the  big  banner  hung  up  above,  with  the  words   “Happy  birthday,  Branch!”  beautifully  painted  on  it. Harper  had  done  an  amazing  job.
  On  the  end  of each  table  stood  half  of  the  Snack  Pack,  all  grinning ear-to-ear.  Upon  spotting  her,  a  chorus  of  “Poppy!!” came  from  them.  Poppy  winked.
  “Amazing  job guys,  as  always!!”  She  trotted  closer  to  the  group,  eyes still  admiring  her friend’s  handiwork.  Branch  followed  her, following  her  gaze.  He  seemed  impressed,  despite  clearly  not being  thrilled  about  the  cleanup.
   Biggie  smiled, meeting  her  and  giving  her  the  warmest  (and  tightest)  hug. “The  streamers  were  my  idea!”  He  announced.  Poppy grinned.
   “Excellent touch  Bigs!”  She  said,  slightly  winded  from  the  gravity  of the  embrace.
   Somehow  Guy had  appeared  and  slid  his  arm  over  Poppy’s  shoulders, directing  her  gaze  to  the  ground  with  his  hand. “I glittered  the  place  up,  obviously.”
   The  queen nodded. “Obviously!”
    It  seemed  to be  time  for  every  member  of  the  Pack  to  share  what  part of  the  party  had  been  their  personal  idea.  Poppy  giggled, they  were  as  excited  as  she  was.
  She  managed  to get  away  from  them  for  a  moment  to  wander  over  to  the present  table.  The  box  was  light  in  her  hands  when  she slid  it  out  of  her  pocket.
  The  girl  stared at  the  small  gift.  Blue  wrapping,  with  a  simple  pink  bow taped  on  top.  It  was  probably  the  least  flamboyant  gift  she would  ever  give.  Still,  this  gift  might  have  the  most meaning.
  Poppy  huffed, placing  it  back  into  her  pocket.  She  wasn’t  ready  to  part with  it  yet.
   The  queen turned,  trotting  back  up  to  the  group,  who  were  now absolutely  flooding  Branch  with  attention.  He  was  smiling, but  something  about  his  stance  screamed   ‘I  love  you guys,  but  you’re  totally  crowding  me.’
   Poppy  hummed, getting  everyone’s  attention.  She  did  a  rather  elegant (and dramatic)  spin,  landing  perfectly  with  her  arms  raised.  “Well ladies  and  birthday  boys,  the  party  can  finally  begin!”
  The  Snack Packed  cheered,  Suki  and  Cooper  doing  a  goofy  dance  around each  other.  Branch  crossed  his  arms,  clearly  a  little excited,  and  possibly  very  relieved  that  all  of  the attention  was  no  longer  on  him.
   Biggie  nodded, grabbing  a  remote  out  of  what  seemed  to  be  nowhere.  At  a press  of  a  button,  the  very  pink  stereo  that  rested  on  the edge  of  the  food  table  began  blasting  music.  Everyone quickly  fell  into  place,  finding  their  respective  dance partners  and  moving  to  the  beat.
  Poppy  swayed, in  rhythm  with  the  music,  humming  as  she  let  her  body  take control.  She  hardly  noticed  when  Satin  and  Chenille  had started  dancing  in  step  with  her,  not  until  they  spoke.
    “Hey  girlie!” They  said  in  unison.  The  two  were  wearing  matching  outfits (as  usual.),  a  crop-top  and  Bootcut  jeans.  Well,  they  were almost  matching,  the  colors  were  reversed  between  the  two  of them.  It  was  very  stylish.
  Poppy  would always  be  a  little  jealous  at  how  they  could  pull  off anything.  They  looked  good.  “Hi  ladies,  you  look  soo pretty!”  Poppy  spun  to  emphasize  her  point.
  The  twins snickered.  “We  know!”  Satin  replied,  Chenille  continued. “We  came  over  to  tell  you  how  pretty  you  look!” They  both  took  her  by  her  hands  and  spun  her.  Poppy giggled.
    “That  dress looks  so  much  better  then  what  we  hoped!”  Satin  finished.
    Poppy  paused, processing,  and  almost  falling  off  beat.  She  had  almost forgotten  that  she  was  wearing  the  dress  that  Satin  and Chenille  had  specially  designed   for  her.
   The  girl  had many  dresses  that  the  twins  had  made,  but  they  had  insisted she  wear  this  new  one  to  the  party.
   Poppy  let  go of  the  twin’s  hands  to  do  a  cute  curtsy,  holding  the dresses’  skirt  delicately.  “I  know!  I  love  it,  you  two are  so  talented!”  She  complimented.
  Satin  and Chenille  shared  a  look.  “You  know,  I’m  pretty  sure  it’s pretty  enough  to  impress  a  certain  someone.”  Satin hinted.   The  twins  shared  a  knowing  smirk.
  “I  think  he’s already  noticed.”  Chenille  finished  in  a  sing-song  voice, the  twin’s  eyes  now  settled  on  a  rather  awkward  looking Branch,  their  grins  growing  ever  wider.
  Poppy  turned  to share  their  gaze.  Branch  was  rocking  back  and   forth  to the  music,  not  quite  dancing  like  they  were,  but  he  was perfectly  on  beat.
      He  was  also not-so-subtly  staring  at  her.
   Poppy  was  a little  uncertain  as  to  why  she  felt  her  stomach  tie  itself in  knots  under  his  gaze.  The  queen’s  eyes  returned  to  the two  girls  before  her.  “Well  I  mean…  it’s  a  nice dress!”  She  managed  a  grimace.
    The  sisters looked  to  each  other,  shaking  their  heads,  disappointed. “She’s  not  getting  it.” They  said  in  unison.  The  two nodded  in  some  silent  agreement,  both  linking  their  arms around  hers  on  either  side.
   Poppy  looked between  the  two  of  them  helplessly.  “Uh…  What’s happening  here  ladies?  What  am  I  not  getting?”
  The  two  were almost  dragging  her  across  the  dirt  floor  now.  “I  wonder how  long  you’re  gonna  be  clueless.”  Chenille  wondered,  a sort  of  sad  smile  present  on  her  face.
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  Poppy’s  ears wiggled  as  she  struggled  to  decipher  what  her  twin  friends were  being  so  vague  about,  and  keep  herself  from  tripping on  the  floor.  She  hardly  had  any  time  to  ponder,  they  had already  dragged  her  over  to  Branch,  who  for  some  reason  was blushing  ear-to-ear.
   The  sisters unlinked  their  arms  from  hers,  then  pushed  her  forward. Poppy  propelled  forward  and  almost  tripped.  Luckily  (or unluckily)  Branch  caught  her  before  she  fell  face-first  into the  dirt.
   The  twins snickered,  already  dancing  away.  “Happy  birthday  Branch!” They  said  together.
  Branch stuttered,  steam  practically  rolling  off  him  now.
  Poppy  blinked, realizing  she  was  still  hanging  in  Branches’  arms,  pressed against  his  chest.  They  stared  at  one  another  for  a  beat.
   “Uhh… “ Was  all  Branch  was  capable  of  saying.
   Poppy  was finally  able  to  find  her  footing,  jumping  to  her   feet  with little  grace.  Another  awkward  silence  found  it’s  way between  them.  That  was  happening  a  lot  lately.  Which  was weird,  since  Poppy   usually  had  no  problem  talking.
   Branch  cleared his  throat,  seemingly  having  found  his  voice  again.  “Well… This  is  weird.”  His  ears  wiggled  a  little.  Heh…  Cute. “I  guess…  Wanna  dance?”
  Poppy  nodded aggressively,  desperate  to  end  this  strange  tension  between them  now.
  The  song  had changed  to  something  a  little  slower  now,  which  Poppy couldn’t  help  but  feel  like  was  fate.  Branch  gently  took her  right  hand,  placing  his  other  hand  on  her  waste.
  Oddly  enough, the  contact  sent  something  that  could  only  be  described  as electric  jolting  through  her.  That  was  weird,  that  didn’t normally  happen.
  They  started  a slow  waltz,  Poppy  was  used  to  a  quicker  tempo,  but  she found  something  oddly  calming  about  the  simple  dance.
   It  helped  that Branch  was  actually  good  at  leading.  Why  had  he  waited until  they  were  about  to  die  to  show  off  how  good he  was  at  being  a  troll?  She  was  a  little  bitter,  Poppy had  missed  20  years  of  dancing  with  Branch.  
       She’d  have to  make  up  for  those  20  years.
“Hey,”  Branch broke  the  silence,  stirring  the  girl  out  of  her  reverie. She  met  his  eyes.  What  a  piercing  blue.  “Uh…  You  look really  nice.”   He  huffed.  “Pretty,  you  look pretty.”  He  blurted,  twirling  the  queen  around  so  she wouldn’t  see  how  utterly  purple  his  face  had  gone.
   Poppy  finished the  spin  gracefully,  smiling  at  him  as  they  fell  back  into step  easily.  “Thanks  Branchie!”  She  leaned  forward  just  a bit,  which  seemed  to  startle  Branch  since  his  eyes  widened. “You  look  handsome!  I  knew  deep  down  you  had style.”
  Branch  rolled his  eyes,  her  compliment  breaking  him  out  of  his  awkward stupor.  “I’m  full  of  surprises.”  He  smirked  at   her. Poppy  was  utterly  baffled  at  the  heat  she  felt  rush  to  her cheeks,  maybe  she  was  getting  sick.
   A  deep  breath helped  cool  her  down,  thankfully.  She  would  not  be  getting sick  tonight,  anytime  but  tonight.
    “You’re having  fun,  right?”  Poppy  questioned,  Branch  raised  a  brow quizzically.  “I  know  it’s  only  been  like  ten  minutes  but I  just…  I  want  it  to  be  perfect  for  you,  yknow?  Don’t wanna  give  you  a  bad  first  impression  of  birthday  parties… Or  is  it  a  second  impression?  I  know,  but-- “
   Branch interrupted.  “Poppy,  I’m  having  a  great  time  with  y--” He  choked  on  his  words.  “Having  a  great  time.”  Having gained  an  odd  sense  of  bravery,  Branch  leaned  closer  to her.  “Just  dance  with  me.”
   Like  some  sort of  magnet,  Poppy  drew  closer,  too.  Drawn  to  his  very essence.  Why  this  was,  Poppy  was  still  clueless.  She  simply nodded.  “Yeah,  ok…”  Poppy  conceded.  She  let  her  eyes slide  closed,  letting  the  music  wrap  itself  around  her  and take  hold.
  Jump  into  the heat,
 spinning on  our  feet
 in  a technicolor  beat,
 you and  me
 Caught  up in a  dream,
 in a  technicolor  beat,
 Beat,  beat.
  And  the  song was  over,  just  like  that.  Poppy  had  let  a  haze  wash  over her,  not  noticing  sh e had  let  her  forehead  rest  on Branches’  chest  as  they  danced,  utterly  entranced  by  the music.
   And  her  dance partner.
   Branch  sighed, helping  Poppy  to  shake  the  mist  from  her  mind.  She  was going  to  let  herself   stay  there  for  just  a  moment  longer, then  Branch  pulled  away.  He  didn’t  meet  her  eyes,  but  he had  a  pleasant  smile  on  his  face.
   “Uh…  Thanks for  the  dance.”  Branch  laughed,  which  felt  like  fireworks in  Poppy’s  chest.  It  was  so  cute.  “I  forget  that  you actually  know  how  to  slow  dance.”
   Poppy  scoffed. “You’ve  danced  with  me  before  Branch,  you  know  that  when the  time  calls  for  it,  I’m  an  excellent  slow dancer!”  The  queen  bragged.
   Branch shrugged.  “Well,  it’s  a  good  birthday  present.”  He smiled  at  her,  so  sincere  it  took  everything  in  Poppy  not to  smother  him  in  the  tightest  hug.  She  found  herself yearning  for  the  contact.
   The  boy’s ears  twitched  when  a  new  song  began,  much  more  upbeat  than the  previous  one.  Crushing  Poppy’s  surprising  urge  to  dance again.
   Poppy  forced  a grin,  letting  a  breath  escape  her  mouth.  “Well  then… Happy  birthday!”  She  did  a  curtsy  and  quickly  made  her retreat  to  the  punch  table.  It  was  a  rather  curt  way  to leave  the  birthday  boy,  but  Poppy  found  herself  desperately needing  a  drink.
   She  glugged down  an  entire  cupful  of  the  pink  liquid  before  she  saw Guy  gawking  at  her.  She  slammed  the  cup  onto  the  table  and leaned  against  it.  “What?”  
   Guy  scoffed, crossing  his  arms,  looking  between  her  and   Branch  who  was now  dancing  with  a  very  enthusiastic  Suki.  “What?  What  do you  mean  ‘what’?”  He  took  her  by  shoulders.  
   “Poppy,  what was  that?  You  had  him  in  your  arms!”  Guy  shook  her  a little,  enough  that  she  almost  lost  her  balance.
   “Yeah  I know!”  Poppy  smiled  sweetly,  oblivious.  “We  danced!  He’s pretty  good,  I  mean  the  last  time  I  danced  with  him  was when  we  were  almost  eaten  by  Bergens!  So  I  didn’t  really get  the  chance  to  like  actually  enjoy  it –”  Guy shook  her  a  little  harder.
  “No  no  no Poppy!”  He  let  her  go,  slumping  a  little.  “That  was your  chance,  to  make  your  move!”  
   Poppy  raised her  brows,  confused.  “Why  are  so  many  people   talking  to me  like  that  today?”  She  crossed  her  arms,  squinting.  “Is there  something  I’m  supposed  to  know  that  you  guys  do?”
   Her  glittery friend  slumped  against  the  table,  shaking  his  head  in disappointment.  “Oh  Poppy,  how  are  any  of  us  supposed  to find  closure  when  you,”  He  gestured  wildly  around  the  pink troll.  “Don’t  even  know  your  own  feelings!”
   The  queen  was getting  a  little  annoyed  at  the  running  trend  of  her  being the  only  one  in  the  room  who  didn’t  know  what  was  going on.  Her  frown  was  drawn  long  on  her  face.  “I  am  very  in tune  with  my  feelings,  thank  you  very  much!”
   Guy  scoffed. He  stared  at  her  for  what  felt  like  the  longest  minute  of Poppy’s  life,  then  let  out  a  strangled  breath.  “You’ll get  it  eventually  Poppy,  and  it  will  be   as glamorous  as ever!”  
    He  pat  her  on the  shoulder,  as  if  that  would  help  her  finally  understand. The  troll  stole  the  last  swig  of  Poppy’s  punch  and  danced away,  his  swagger  almost  nullifying  the  anger  Poppy  felt  at his  betrayal.
   Poppy  frowned into  the  punch  bowl,  not  pleased  to  see  the  upset  wrinkles in  her  face,  but  doing  nothing  to  remedy  them  for  the moment.  Her  friends  obviously  had  some  divine  revelation about  her t hat  she  hadn’t  figured  out.
   Which  sort  of made  her  angry.  This  wasn’t  even  her  day!  If  anyone should  be  getting  weird  and  vague  messages,  it  should  be Branch!
   Resolving   to fix  this  obvious  shift  in  attention,  Poppy  cleared  her throat  loud  enough  to  get  everyone’s  attention.  Biggie  made a  dash  for  the  stereo,  almost  shoving  it  off  the  table when  he  aggressively  turned  it  off.
   Poppy  gave him a  satisfied  nod,  seeing  everyone’s  eyes  now  on  her.  “Okay guys!  Executive  decision!  It’s  time  for  cake,”  Her signature  grin  growing  ever  wider  as  she  continued.  “And then  my  favorite  part,  presents!”  She  finished
   The  box  still resting  in  her  dresses’  pocket  got  a  little  heavier.  A tightness  formed  in  Poppy’s  chest.  Her  present  was  risky, and  could  easily  backfire  on  her,  she  knew  that.  She  knew that  Branch  didn’t  really  want  any  presents,  but  this  one, she  felt,  would  have  meaning  to  him.  Whether  it  was  good or  bad  meaning  was  yet  to  be  seen.
   The  anxiety the  had  been  fighting  with  ever  since  she  arrived  was quickly  rushing  to t he  forefront  of  her  mind.  It  formed into  a  twisting  ball  In  her  chest  that  left  her  feeling  a little  nauseated.
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      Cake  had  been relatively  painless,  much  to  Poppy’s  relief.  It  was delicious,  obviously,  she  had  commissioned  it  herself,  paying a  little  extra  just  to  be  perfectly  sure  it  was  the  best cake  any  of  them  had  ever  eaten.  
   Branch  had been  moved  by t hem  singing  the  birthday  song  for  him.  Much more  than  the  queen  had  expected.  The  sweet  smile  he  had given  them  once  they’d  finished  had  brought  a  flush  to her  face.  A  smile  that  came  from  finally  allowing  himself to  celebrate  his  own  birth  after  so,  so  long.
   He  deserved  a cake  that  was  so  delicious  it  melted  in  your  mouth.  Poppy mused.
   But  now  it was  at  last  time  to  pile  altogether  too  many  gifts  onto Branch,  and  Poppy  still  hadn’t  taken  the  small  wrapped  box out  of  her  dress  pocket.  Poppy  had  to  give  her  friends some  credit,  they  had  actually  managed  to  get  Branch  small gifts,  rather  than  something  big  and  flamboyant  that  he absolutely  would  never  use.
   Cooper  had given  Branch  a  nice  set  of  blue  baking  trays,  Poppy  was almost  jealous.  Poppy wondered  if  Branch  even  knew  how  to bake.  Knowing  him,  he  probably  had  some  secret  magic cookbook  that  had  the  secret  to  make  delicious  strawberry muffins  with  nothing  but  eggs  and  some  grass.
   Secret  cook  or not,  Branch  had  appreciated  the  gift.
   The  twins Satin  and  Chenille  had  gone  the  extra  mile  and  made  him what  had  to  be  the  nicest  handmade  blazer  Poppy  had  ever seen.   It  was  rust  colored,  with  a  bronze  shine  to  it, sleeves  (sparingly)  embroidered  with  blue  flowers.
Definitely  not the  most  colorful  thing  the  sisters  had  made,  but  picturing it  on  the  birthday  boy  had  still  made  her  blush,  for  some reason.
   Guy  had  bought Branch  a  hand  mirror.  It  was  a  gift  that  was,  well,  so very  Guy.  It  had  been  bejeweled  to  death,  but  still oddly  had  it’s  charm.  Poppy  could  tell  that  Branch  wasn’t too  impressed  with  that  one,  but  had  put  on  a  nice  face, accepting  it  gracefully.
   Biggie  and Suki  had  actually  worked  together  on  their  gift.  It  was  a very  sweet  present.  Biggie  had  actually  found  a  picture  of all  of  them  together,  and  made  his  own  frame  for  it.  Suki had  then  added  some  sort  of  soundbox,  that  played  a  song when  turned  on.
   Poppy  could tell  Branches’  heart  had swelled  with  appreciation  In  that moment.  He  pressed  the  button  once  more.
      Do you  remember
  The  21st  night  of  September?
  Love  was  changing  the  minds  of  pretenders
     While chasing  the  clouds  away
     Our hearts  were  ringing
   In the  key  that  our  souls  were  singing
   As we  danced  in  the  night,  remember
  How  the  stars  stole  the  night  away
   Ba de  ya,  say,  do  you  remember
  Ba  de  ya,  dancing  in  September?
  Ba  de  ya,  never  was  a  cloudy  day.
     Poppy  would make  sure  she  would  never  forget  the  face  Branch  had  In that  moment.  Something  in  her  had  screamed  at  her  to  just rush  up  to  him  and…  And  do  something,  whatever  it was  she  didn’t  know,  but  whatever  it  was,  she  had suppressed  it.
   The  pink  troll didn’t  know  if  she’d  ever  seen  Branch  so…  So contented.  What  she  would  give  to  make  Branch  this  happy all  the  time.
   All  the  eyes were  once  again  on  her  now,  it  was  her  turn  to  give Branch  his  gift.  Poppy  forced  a  grimace,  the  time  had finally  come  and  she  wasn’t  prepared  at  all.  “Right! Saving  the  best  for  last  huh?”  She  did  her  best  to remember  how  to  breath  like  a  normal  person  as  she  reached for  her  pocket.  Then  she  stopped.
  This…  This wasn’t  right.  She  looked  around  at  all  of  her  friends, and  sighed.  “Actually,  I…”  Her  eyes  focused  on  the dirt  floor.  “I  don’t  think  I  can  give  you  this  gift with,”  She  looked  up,  gesturing  to  the  Snack  pack.  “With all  of  you  here.”
  Branch  raised his  eyebrows,  caught  a  little  off  guard.  “Wh…  Well…” Poppy  didn’t  miss  the  look  that  the  Snack  pack  all shared.  To  her  relief  they  didn’t  seem  offended,  instead all  shared  some  sort  of  knowing  smirk.
    Branch  cleared his  throat.  “Well  ok,  I  guess  we  can  go  up  for  a second.”  He  pointed  to  the  ceiling,  meaning  she  could  give him  his  gift  on  the  surface.  He  looked  to  his  friends. “Is…  Is  that  ok  with  you  guys?”
   The  Pack  was quick  to  answer  with  vigorous  nods  and  ‘Oh  totally!’. Poppy  thought  that  they  might  be  a  little  too  okay  with Poppy  asking  for  alone  time.
   With  that,  the two  trolls  got  up  and  shuffled  awkwardly  to  the  elevator. As  Branch  pulled  the  lever,  and  they  began  ascending  into the  now  moonlight  covered  surface,  Poppy  realized  that  this lift  must  have  gotten  smaller  since  she  was  last  in  it.
   Just  sharing the  same  air  with  Branch  made  her  heart  beat  at  a  rate that  was  possibly  unhealthy.  Her  hand  firmly  gripped  the gift  that  still  rested  in  her  pocket,  possibly  ruining  the wrapping,  but  she  couldn’t  be  bothered  with  it  now.
   Their  trip  in the  lift  was  way  too  short  for  Poppy’s  liking,  already they  had  reached  ground  level  and  Branch  was  opening  the trapdoor,  leading  to  the  world  above.  He  climbed  out  first, being  perfectly  gentlemanly  and  helping  her  out  next.
   They  stood there  for  what  must  have  been  a  few  minutes,  caught  in some  sort  of  staring   contest.  Branches’  expression  filled with  anticipation  and  confusion,  clear  even  under  the darkness  of  night.  Huh,  Poppy  had  never  noticed  that  Branch almost  glowed  under  the  moonlight,  his  blue  eyes  somehow glistening  in  the  night.
   Eventually Branches’  face  shifted  to  slight  annoyance,  which  helped Poppy  realize  that  she  had  been  staring  at  him  for  5 minutes  now  and  had  said  absolutely  nothing. The  queen  almost laughed,  this  was  probably  the  only  time  Branch  would  ever be  annoyed  that  she  wasn’t  talking.
   She  inhaled, forcing  herself  to  get  her  nerves.  “So…  This  is  your first  birthday  party  In  a  long  time,  huh?”  She  started.
   Branch  raised a  brow,  not  sure  where  she  was  going.  “Yeah,  I  guess  it is.”  He  scratched  the  back  of  his  neck.  “Haven’t  had one  since…”  Branch  wilted  a  little.  “You  know.”
Poppy  nodded, smiling  at  him  sweetly.   She  continued.  “Yeah,  so  y’know, I  wanted  it  to  be  perfect.  To  be… “  She  glanced  at her  pocket.  “To  be  special.”
   The  troll followed  her  gaze,  seemingly  understanding  what  she  meant. “It  has  been  special  Pops,  the  best  birthday  I’ve probably  ever  had.”  He  reassured.
   The  queen snorted,  pausing  her  speech. “Okay  yeah obviously  but it’s  not  like  you’ve  had  that  many.  I  mean--”
 “Don’t  ruin your  sappy  speech  now  Poppy.”  Branch  interrupted,  his  lips turned  up  in  an  amused  smirk.   Poppy’s  cheeks  went  red.
   “Right, sorry.”  Poppy  apologized.  She  huffed,  finally  pulling  the blue  gift  out  of  her  pocket,  maybe  with  a  little  more force  than  necessary.  Branch  stared  at  the  present  currently clenched  in  her  palms.  
    “So  I wanted  my  gift  to  you  to  be  special,  something  that  I think  only  I  could  give  you.”  She  grit  her  teeth,  holding it  out  to  him.  With  some  hesitation  he  took  it.  “Don’t open  it  yet,  I  just…”    
   Branch  let  out a  little  laugh,  which  knocked  the  wind  out  of  her.  “I’ll love  whatever  you  give  me,  Poppy.”
   Poppy  almost melted,  but  forced  herself  to  continue.  “It’s  just… We’ve  known  each  other  for  like,  ever,  but  we’ve  been like  personal  friends  for  almost  a  year  now  and…”  She bit  her  lip,  words getting  stuck  in  her  throat.  Seeing  how the  light  of  the  moon  made  his  eyes  shimmer,  Poppy  found the  courage  to  continue.
   “You’ve  had your  colors  for  a  year  and  I  just  thought…  I  mean you’ve  been  amazing  Branch…  Really  amazing.” Branches’  entire  face  turned  a  shade  of  purple.
   “And  you’ve made  me  really  happy,  happier  than  what  I  thought possible.”  She  smiled,  pointing  a  shy  finger  to  the present  that  Branch  was  holding  delicately.  “And  I  wanna share  that  happiness  with  you.”  She  finished,  then  nodded, a  signal  that  told  Branch  it  was  ok  to  open  the  box.  
   He  lifted  the lid  carefully,  a  mixture  of  anticipation  and  anxiety  making Poppy  almost  puke.  Branch  let  out  a  soft  breath  once  he saw  the  boxes’  contents.
      It  was  a  dark green,  seemingly  handmade,  hugtime  bracelet.  He  stared  at  it, frozen  in  awe  for  a  little  too  long  for  Poppy’s  taste. Finally  Branch  looked  to  her.  “Pop--”
  “You  don’t have  to  wear  it  if  you  don’t  want  to.”  Poppy  quickly interrupted.  “They’re  not  hard  to  make  so  if  you  don’t want  it…  It  won’t  hurt  my  feelings  it’ll  be  totally fine.” The  corners  of  Branches’  mouth  slowly  turned  up, watching  Poppy  quickly  get  carried  away.
   “I  just wanted  to  give  you  something  close  to  my  heart,  and  I think  you’re  ready  but  like  if  you’re  not  then--” Branch  placed  a  finger  over  Poppy’s  mouth,  effectively shutting  her  up.
   He  took  it away,  taking  a  breath  as  he  continued  to  examine  the bracelet.  Poppy  was  comforted  by  the  pleasant  smile  resting on  his  face.  “This  is  perfect,  Poppy.”  Branch  looked  to her.   “The  perfect  party,   the  perfect  dance,  and  the perfect  gift,  what  about  you  isn’t  perfect?”
  Poppy  crossed her  arms.  “I’m  pretty  sure  if  I  actually  let  you  answer  that  question  you’d  find  a  lot.”
  Branch  shook his  head,  taking  a  small  step  closer.  “Not  right  now.” He  took  the  bracelet  out  of  the  box,  tossing  the  box   away carelessly.  He  handed  the  bracelet  to  her,  holding  out  his wrist.  “Let’s  not  have  another  birthday  without  hugtime.”
  Poppy  stood there,  paralyzed  for  a  moment.  His  eyes  so  brilliantly  blue, rocking  her  to  her  very  core.  The  utter  relief  that  he   too  believed   he   was  ready  for  this  making  Poppy  feel  like she  might  be  able  to  fly.  Carefully,  Poppy  took  his  hand, sliding  the  green  band  onto  his  wrist.
   The  queen smiled,  holding  his  hand  with  both  of   hers  now,  just staring  at  the  bracelet  now  anointing  his  wrist.  She  looked up  to  him,  they  were  so  close  now  that  she  had  to  crane her  neck  to  meet  his eyes.  
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       Branches’ smile  widened,  sending  jitters  up  and  down  her  spine.  He pulled  his  hand  from  hers,  moving  to  wrap  his  arms  gently around  her.  Poppy  quickly  returned  the  embrace,  relishing  in his  warmth.
  That  was  it, Poppy  was  convinced.  She   didn’t  need  to  give  Branch  a crowd,  or  huge  presents  to  make  the  perfect  birthday  party. She--  Uh,  He  just  needed  this…  Whatever  this, was.  They  stood  there  for  probably  too  long,  but  made  no move  to  let  go.
   Poppy  sighed, breaking  the  silence.  “Happy  birthday,  Branch.”
   Branch chuckled.  “It  is,  isn’t  it?”
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bubblybumblebee1 · 1 year ago
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YES
PLEASE
I NEED THEM
THESE ARE SOME OF MY FAVE FANFIC IDEAS
Y'ALL DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND🥺🥺🥺🥺
I need people to write so many fics for Trolls 3.
My friends went and saw it and immediately were like " we need these as fics and hope someone finds inspiration to write some based off of these:
1. Branch is the one captured (alternative he somehow sacrifices himself to swap with it save Floyd)
2. All the drama lowdown of the bros finding out and actually reacting to the fact that Grandma died and they left their baby bro for over 2p years essentially alone, even if they were not aware that he was alone.
2B. Plus the fact that because of the trauma he spent so much of his life gray and while he has more color again he still has some permanent effects from that ex: while not black his hair is still a darker blue and his skin isn't as pigmented blue as it was when he was a kid.
3. Really just any addressing of Branches fear of abandonment (like when they are singing as (Sp)Bruce's restaurant he's singing to them the lines of the song "you're all I ever wanted ...ect")
4. Any situation where they came looking for him sooner.
5. This is a bit more out there but I'm including in the list for my friend, "Somehow Branch gets turned into a kid again, maybe without full memory but enough that they have to build trust with him again because the fear of abandonment is still there (poppy can just be made a friend in this for slight au purposes if regressed Branch is permanent)
6 literally just all the Branch whump and hurt/comfort fics people wanna give.
Once again please feel free to use these as prompts if you want or as inspiration for fics.
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