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arcadianmoonshadowjedi · 3 years

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Moving On...

Hey y’all! This is my first fanfic I wrote for the TOA fandom and I’m excited to finally share! Since I felt pretty unsatisfied and disappointed by the ending of ROTT, I felt the urge to write my own version rott fix it fic. This is a pretty bittersweet ending I came up with where Jim makes a different decision with the Kronisphere. I hope this provides you with closure and most importantly, enjoy!

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Heart Shattered, speechless, Jim just couldn't accept that Toby was gone. Tobes, his lifelong best friend since they were kids, gone. If it weren't for his sacrifice, Jim wouldn't have defeated Bellrec and saved the world. When he finally let go of Toby's hand and stood up, he was hugged tightly by Blinky, his surrogate father. He couldn't stop trembling as everyone around him cried. Claire ran to him for a comfort hug. He knew that no one was able to recover from everything they've been through. He was already missing Toby now.

"Master Jim," started Blinky as everyone looked at the green ball rolled towards them. "The Kronisphere" Jim wiped his tears and knelt down to pick it up.

The Kronisphere will make everything right.

Nari's soft voice rang in Jim's head as he figured out its purpose. Time. He could start all over and bring back everyone he loves. Toby, Strickler, Nari, Nomura. Not just them, but everyone he'd lost on his trollhunting journey, Merlin, Draal, Vendel. He noticed everyone around him staring at him waiting for him to make a decision.

"It's your choice, Master Jim," Blinky smiled at him. "Just know, you will always be my son. My magnificent son." Jim knew that behind that smile was a lot of wariness. Aja and Steve held hands tightly and lovingly as they looked on. Then there was Claire, the love of his life who stood across from him with teary eyes. They've been through so much together and he couldn't ask for a better soul mate.

The heroes of Arcadia have all been through so much together. They defeated Gum-Gums, Morgana, Morando, the Arcane Order. Jim turned to look at his fallen best friend and burst to tears once more. He and Toby went through so much in their trollhunting adventures and have had so many victories together leading up to this. Jim clenched the Kronisphere in his fist.

"No" he said as he tossed it. "We've made it this far. We've finally won! We can't just go back and let that all go," With Excalibur in his hand, he lifted it into the air and delivered the blow that would destroy the Kronisphere once and for all to prevent it from ever falling into the wrong hands.

Jim had never been this determined before despite all the pain he felt. "Toby and everyone we lost sacrificed their lives to save the world we live in. If we go all the way back, we not only throw that away, but we bring back everything we fought to destroy." Jim paused and took a deep breath. "We need to honor their memory by moving forward and rebuilding Arcadia for the better,"

He finally knelt down by his best friend and held him tightly in his arms one last time. "Goodbye Tobes," he whispered as tears fell from his eyes onto his friend's cheeks. "Thank you for everything buddy, you'll always be in my heart." Finally everyone knelt down and paid their respects to their fallen friend. Aaarrrgghh, finally recovering from his mental breakdown, approached and knelt down by Toby, grabbing his hand. "Goodbye... wingman,"

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In the days to follow, on a dark, gloomy morning, the remaining trollhunters gathered along with the Arcadian citizens to mourn those they have lost along with the destruction of their home. All dressed in black and surrounded by rubble and debris, they held hands and sought to comfort one another.

After giving Toby the proper burial he deserved, Jim walked up to the podium and grabbed the mic, looking ahead at the grieving audience. Darci grieved her beloved T.P. as her father and Mary held her tight to comfort her. Nancy Domzalski wailed uncontrollably in Varvatos's giant arms. "I should've said goodbye to my Toby Pie when he went off to college," she sobbed harder as Varvatos stroked her gray hairs with his three fingers. "Your grandson fought with valor and honor. He had... a glorious death,"

Claire stood with Barbara who was grieving her fiancé and they held hands as they looked towards Jim, encouraging him before his speech. He cleared his throat and finally spoke.

"Tobias Domzalski was more than just my best friend and fellow Trollhunter, he was my brother. He's always been there for me since we were kids. He always supported me in all my adventures and I know for a fact I wouldn't be the trollhunter I am today if it weren't for him. I couldn't have asked for anyone else to find the amulet that day in the canals. He was with me from the start, and he will always be with me," Jim placed his hand over his heart and looked up to the sky, smiling with tears in his eyes. "Rest in peace Tobes. I'll always remember you,"

As Jim stepped away from the podium, a round of applause along with sniffles came from the audience. Everyone walked towards the pictures of Arcadia's fallen heroes and placed flowers and other things they've remembered them with.

Jim and Claire walked towards each other and reached out for a heartwarming hug.

"You did great up there," Claire whispered in his ear as she stroked his hair. He held her even tighter and buried his face in her shoulder. They looked at each other tearfully and lovingly as they held each other tight.

"I love you Claire, always and forever,"

"I love you too, Jim Lake,"

They held each other once again, not intending on letting go anytime soon.

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In the years to come, the citizens of Arcadia all worked together to rebuild their beloved home while Blinky and Aaarrrgghh rebuilt Heartstone Trollmarket from the revived heartstone, inviting the trolls from Hoboken, the quagawumps, and from all around the world to come help them and live there. The citizens of Arcadia were eventually welcomed to Trollmarket as friends and trolls would always be welcomed to Arcadia to spend the night with their fellow humans.

As for the fallen heroes, they each had statues built in Arcadia. Despite the Hero's Forge always having previous Trollhunters chosen by Merlin, Toby had a statue of him built there by his wingman with his warhammer in his hand. To honor one of his valued customers, Stuart renamed his taco truck Toby D. Burritos. Strickler's portrait was hung at the school where everyone would see. The museum honored Nomura by showcasing troll, extraterrestrial, and magical history and promoting harmony. Last but not least, a vast, colorful garden was planted in the center of town in memory of Nari. Each and every one of their stories, along with those of everyone who fought for Arcadia and the world, would continue to be told for centuries to come.

The remaining heroes of Arcadia all went their separate ways, but not after a heartfelt goodbye. They each promised to stay in touch and to unite wherever the fight takes them. Douxie traveled to Hong Kong after receiving a spare Horngazel from Trollmarket to save Archie and Charlemagne, always keeping a flower pot with him. Steve moved to Akiridion-5 to be with Aja and to become a co-Earthen ambassador with his fellow Creepslayer Eli. Nancy was unable to stay in Arcadia any longer on her own, so she moved to Akiridion-5 to be with Varvatos, but always kept her Toby-Pie in her heart. Krel stayed in Arcadia and helped advance the technology available on Earth and promoted further education on extraterrestrial presence at the high school. Barbara continued to save lives in the hospital while also strengthening ties between humans and Trollkind. She never stopped wearing Walt's engagement ring and always made sure to keep his memory alive.

As for Jim and Claire, they eventually married and built their home in Arcadia. They had a girl, Deya Nuñez-Lake and a younger boy, Toby Nuñez-Lake. The two kids would never get bored of hearing their parents' trollhunting adventures and the story of Toby's heroism and sacrifice before bedtime. They were always eager to accompany their parents to Trollmarket and role play their parents' adventure with their favorite troll Aaarrrgghh. They also loved when Blinky would share trollkind's marvelous adventures from the start of time.

Arcadia had become an attraction site known worldwide for all the crazy magic and extraterrestrial activity that people would crave to visit in their lifetimes. It may have been at peace in recent times, but that doesn't mean there wouldn’t be any future threats to come. But the trollhunters battled life-threatening wars in the past, and would be ready for whatever comes their way.

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Thank you so much for reading this! This definitely took a huge toll on me to write and I was pretty emotional but writing this helped me cope with my disappointment with the movie’s ending. I do plan to do another fix it but with a happier ending where Toby and Strickler are alive so stay tuned!

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prurientpuddlejumper · 4 years

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A Deep and Rapid River, Ch. 7 [18+]

<- Chapter 6 | Chapter 8 ->

Summary: The horniest chapter yet. And the beginning of the end.

Over the next few weeks, your arrangement works out smoothly—or it seems to, anyway. The creature remains hidden in the hayloft, undiscovered. As often as you are able, you are down in the barn with him, lying in his arms, sharing books and stories, or listening to the low, raspy panting of his breath in your ear and feeling the roughness of his hands on your bare skin.

Sometimes you cry together, frustrated and isolated, wishing the world you lived in was kinder, gentler.

And sometimes you dare to ramble in the woods, breathing the spring air and the changing harmony of scents of each new crop of flowers brings, listening to bird songs, and trusting in the solitude of the forest to protect you from prying eyes.

Every day his wound heals a little more. The bone-shattering gun blast which would have taken a regular human months to recover from—if they recovered—improves at an astonishing rate. Each morning you open the barn door to discover more of your chores have already been done, the dark-haired creature grinning proudly at his work, until one day, he had finished everything. You try to convince him he doesn’t have to do all that work for you, but, rubbing his neck sheepishly, he explains that it’s not so much a favor as a way to get you to spend more time with him.

You have to admit, it is much nicer this way.

Some mornings, you lie with your head in his lap in a quiet meadow you discovered along a solitary bend in the river. You gaze lazily up at your protector, his eyes bright as he weaves together the delicate stems of flowers. You had shown him how to do that—at first his large hands and herculean strength made him clumsy, and you giggled in commiseration, but soon he was gliding through the task as if he were one with nature, while you still managed to snap the stems more often than not. So you lie back and watch him work, smiling as he adorns you with spring. A crown of daisies circles his black hair.

How could anyone ever be afraid of such a gentle creature?

He still cries at every word of kindness you have for him. He still can't fathom how someone could show love toward an unlovable wretch—how you contradict his reality by telling him he is not unlovable at all, but loved. He still feels a sick squirming in his intestines at these incompatibilities of truth. Liar! Contemptible. Disgusting. Unworthy. LIES! his mind repeats at every compliment you bestow, but he swallows down the bile. Somehow, you find him pleasing, he reminds himself. He doesn’t flinch away as you touch his face, as you press mollifying kisses to his lips. He swore never to hurt you again, and he intends to keep his oath.

With no more manual labor to toil through, you are free to proceed with your pet project, as promised: making your dear daemon look human enough to be accepted by polite society.

Your theory is, the creature’s grim, unnatural complexion and titanic stature played only a small part in the terrified reception he received from everyone he had met (save you). His tattered, incomplete clothing, wild hair, and general state of dishevelment added to the bewilderment. People saw a crudely-dressed outsider emerging from the forest, of course they were afraid—they probably thought he was a cave troll!

But if you could make him look cultured and dignified…

After all, Lazarus Colloredo, whose half-formed brother protruded forth from his chest, exhibited himself at royal courts. It was common in any city to see humans with unusual physical characteristics begging on the streets, finding themselves unwanted in more sophisticated circles, but at least tolerated, and not feared or driven away. That would be enough.

People would tolerate your companion if they believed his condition were a natural one he was born with… if you could dress him to look like someone who had been born.

This proves easier said than done.

You find a few old clothes that fit him with a bit of tailoring, but you're not the best seamstress, so the finished result is only a small step above the rags he'd been wearing. And since you're not a cobbler, he still has no shoes. He looks disarrayed, and he needs to be perfect for this plan to have any chance of success.

Taming his wild mane is at least a pleasant task. After an initial battle with the worst of the tangles—filled with frustrated tugging and snagging of the brush, accompanied by his jolting and pitiful whimpering—you reach a comfortable, methodical pace. His whole body shivers as you run the brush through his hair, letting out soft noises of appreciation. The greatest impediment to progress is that he enjoys it too much. You’re no help, either. His noises encourage your hands to massage his scalp and purr words of praise to him, trying to draw more little breaths and groans from him. Soon he has flipped around and has you pinned under him, whispering sweet, sinful desires into your ear, grinding his tented pants against your thighs until you beg for him to take you right there.

It takes a few tries, interrupted by his superhuman stamina and overly-human desire for touch, but soon his hair is smooth as black satin, and looks just like a courtly gentleman’s when pulled back. Though he doesn’t like it pulled back. It exposes too much of his face, which, he points out, still looks like a corpse’s, and no amount of grooming will disguise that.

Reforming his appearance is not the only difficulty plaguing your idyllic life.

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Bess stops by the barn to see you one afternoon in late spring. With the creature’s reflexes nearly back at full strength, there is little risk of being caught—he hears her coming and disappears into the loft without a sound.

“Come out to the dance tonight!” she implores. “It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t know…” You fidget with your fingernails, trying to think of a normal-sounding reason you can’t make it.

“Pleeease? I haven’t seen you in ages! Now that you finally dumped the loser,” she adds with a mischievous wink, “I've got a friend I think might be perfect for you.”

Ah, so that’s what this is about. She usually doesn’t push so hard to get you to socialize when you’re not in the mood, more of a you-do-you attitude. But she’s playing matchmaker now. “Oh, no,” you laugh nervously. “I'm not getting back on that horse yet, it’s way too soon.”

“It’s been months. You’ve waited an appropriate amount of time,” she crosses her arms, tilting her head to the side. “Nobody will think you indecent for moving on too quickly, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Is it getting hot in this barn? You pull at your collar. It feels like it’s getting hot in this barn. “It’s not that. It’s just, that whole situation was a disaster; I don’t want to go through it again.” There. That technically was not a lie. You’re not lying to your best friend.

“Come on, don't give up!” she slaps your shoulders encouragingly. “Love can strike when you least expect it!”

“Now that I agree with,” you meant to state without emotion, but you can’t curb the secret smile blooming across your cheeks.

Bess picks up on it instantly, her mahogany curls bouncing in shock. “DID YOU FIND SOMEONE?”

“W-what? Nooo!” you backpedal unconvincingly.

“Who is it? Someone I know? Where did you meet them?!”

“Shhh,” you hiss, looking past her exuberant eyes over her shoulder to try and see if your parents had magically appeared in earshot, like a pair of demons summoned by the sound of secrets. “There's nobody, just... shhh!"

“So that’s how it is, huh?” she raises an eyebrow. “Well, you better not be getting into anything scandalous, young lady,” she warns, putting on her best impression of your mother, before breaking character with a grin and a laugh, bouncing on her toes. “Oh please just tell me it's good. It must be juicy if you won’t even tell me. An errant noble? A gypsy lover? A married man? A woman? A married woman? Tell me tell me tell me!”

Eventually she lets it rest, and agrees not to pry (or say anything). But your secret isn’t safe.

“Come to the dance,” she pleads with you, back to the point of her visit. “People are starting to talk.” You’ve been acting stranger than usual. Keeping to yourself. Talking to yourself.

So that was why she was so adamant about you going. The romantic interest wasn’t the reason, it was just the carrot.

There are rumors that since your near-death experience, you’ve been haunted by something that followed you back from the other side. Your soul cursed by evil or some such nonsense. Ferdinand has been furious, and only making matters worse, adding fuel to the flames. Why else would someone of your station break things off with him? It could only be madness.

“Of course all but the most gullible of us knew Ferdinand’s ravings were just jealousy, but… A few people are claiming they’ve seen the beast he described lurking after dark. I don’t know, maybe he’s putting them up to it...”

A dagger of ice strikes you in the heart. They weren’t just rumors. The creature would wander at night—the only time it was safe for him to be out in the open. Or not so safe. You realize with a creeping dread down your spine that you have not been as clandestine as you thought.

You force yourself to laugh dismissively. “I’m sure if there was a monster, it would have found me and gobbled me up by now, don’t you think? So silly!” Ha ha ha.

“You’re so rational! To be honest, I would be terrified just by the thought some creepy demon thing might be after me,” she shudders. “You have to explain to everyone else what you just told me. Make an appearance, show everyone you’re fine.”

At length you relent, and go to the dance.

Everyone stares.

Nobody talks to you.

Ferdinand is there, and you spend the night avoiding him.

You miss the creature.

You wish you hadn’t gone.

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When you finally get to see him again after the disaster of a dance, sneaking down to the barn in the pitch-black of night, he’s currying down the mule by lamplight. A bright smile splits his face when he sees you come in—wide, and showing rows of white teeth, which, you wonder, might seem terrifying to someone who didn’t know him very well, combined with hollow cheeks, dark-ringed eyes, and sallow skin pulled taut over the bone.

To you, he looks like a field of sunflowers on a summer day.

The animals seem to agree with your assessment. Even the mule, who used to rear up and bray at the sheer size of him, seems to have finally been swayed by his courtly manners. Now it snorts its disappointment as he puts away the brush to greet you. The chickens come running up to him, clucking for extra corn meal, one landing and perching on his head in a flurry of feathers. Barn cats swirl at his feet, and the cows are already lining up patiently to be milked, appreciative of his efficient hands and all-hours schedule.

You remember when you first taught him to milk. Now he’s more at home here than you ever were.

Unsettled by the rumors Bess had told you about, you pray nobody finds him. You pray that this can last. That he can stay here, smiling, until you’re ready to make his presence known to the town.

You long for a day you wouldn’t have to hide—that you could live together like a regular couple. You wish the world could see him the way you do, that this fantasy could become something real.

How could anyone ever be afraid of him?

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He bolts into the barn, cloak whipping behind him, and skids to a halt over the hay-strewn floor, shutting the door quickly behind him. His wild eyes dart around the structure, adjusting to the dim light. When they focus on you, his body finally acknowledges it has found safety, and leans, trembling against the wooden walls for support. A frayed bouquet of wildflowers wilts in his left hand, stems destroyed in his crushing grip.

“Someone saw me.”

The pitchfork you were holding clatters to the floor.

“Who?! Where? When?? Are they coming? Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” You rush to his side, searching for fresh injuries, brain reeling with all the ways you were completely fucked.

It was broad daylight!

He hides his face behind a gangling hand, and tips his head down to get lost behind a forest of loose hair. “I… I do not know. A hunter?”

“What did they look like?” You reach up to grab his shoulders, trying to get him to look at you. His eyes are panicked and unfocused. You groan. “Not that it matters. Nobody in this town will understand. We have to control the circumstances carefully to introduce you without causing a panic. This is bad… If they followed you—”

“Fear in their eyes…” he murmurs, voice cracking. “Everyone who ever looks upon me has fear in their eyes.”

He’s still shaking, his face twisted up and on the verge of tears.

Oh.

He’s falling apart and all you can say is “This is bad”? This is no time for you to start panicking, too. You take a deep breath, and put a steadying hand on his arm. “Hey, it’s going to be OK,” you force a smile. “There have been rumors about you since I fell in the river—lots of people claim they saw you—this doesn’t change anything. We’re OK.”

“So much fear. That look of terror… Is that how I am meant to be looked at?” he collapses to his knees, letting his nails scrape down the wall as he sinks, the forgotten flowers dropping in a heap by his side as tears begin freely flowing down his cheeks. “How could I forget I am nothing more than a blot upon the earth? A sight to be abhorred.”

You wish you could swallow him up in your arms—cradle him like he does you. You give it your best try, spreading your arms wide and draping your whole body like a second cloak over his enormous, curled form. He rocks, continuing to mutter that he is a wretched thing made to be hated, while you whisper and hum soothing noises, rubbing his back.

“Look at me…” you whisper over his shoulder, gently tipping his chin toward you. He obeys, eyes dull and glassy as they meet yours. You smile, trying to pour every bit of love you feel for him into it, so even from whatever dismal well his heart has sunk to the bottom of, it will radiate affection to him like the sun.

For an instant, his tears stop actively flowing as he observes you. “Except for you. The way you look at me is so different.”

“This is how you're meant to be looked at.”

He chokes and turns away, rubbing his eyes. You circle around to his front, and lean your forehead against his. He looks at you again, a little calmer now. The adoration in your eyes is almost too much for him to bear, but he tries to smile back. The attempt shatters your heart.

“Oh, you kind, benevolent angel, blessing this foul villain with such a favorable gaze.”

“My wonderful, powerful protector,” you coo softly. You move to sit, and he instinctively makes room for you on his lap—muscle memory of the way you fit together—holding you comfortably in his strong arms. “So sweet and gentle.” Your voice dips flirtatiously, and you touch a hand to his cheek, serenely caressing his jawline.

“How can you look at me like that, in spite of all my flaws?”

The answer spills from your mouth with an infatuated grin before you have a chance to think. “You don’t have flaws. You’re perfect!”

He frowns.

The frown deepens until it nearly becomes a scowl, and he closes his narrowed eyes against the feeling threatening to boil out.

“Please stop that,” he removes your hand from his cheek. “Do not pretend I am not what I am. It is… mockery.”

Shit. You got carried away. Of course he would take that the wrong way. You had to be careful about paying compliments to his body, they hurt him. The cruelest words of insult wouldn’t sting half as much as calling him handsome. But you don’t want to apologize this time. After all, you meant it.

“My beloved,” you stroke his face with the hand he didn’t have restrained, determined to beat down his walls of insecurity with relentless affection. His neck and the tips of his ears redden with heat. “I—”

“Do not flatter me with sugared lies, and ignore the truth,” he interrupts, the tremor returned to his voice. “I know what I am. Being pitied is enough for a wretch like me; it is enough that you endure this unsightly visage without hating its owner. Do not pretend you cannot see me. It is worse to pretend.”

Your throat tightens, and a prickling of tears threatens your eyes, but you don’t cry. It’s heartbreaking that he still thinks of his body as something you have to endure. That you only put up with it, rather than adore it as you do. But he is stubborn in his hatred for his creator’s work. To explain your feelings to him, you will have to choose your words carefully.

“It’s not that I don’t see you, or your scars. I have eyes. I know most people are frightened by your appearance, and I know you’ve suffered horribly because of it. I should have realized you would think I was teasing you to say you’re perfect, but�� I mean it.

“You are my heart’s gleam, my gentle dove. My beloved daemon. To me, you are the most wonderful being in all of creation. I am so happy to have met you, and to have had you in my life these past months. There is no one who lights up my heart as you do, none whose face it pleases me to see more. I am never more comfortable than when I’m in your arms, and I never feel so beautiful as when you look at me, nor so important as when you speak to me as if my thoughts matter. Your intelligent mind and poetic soul fill my days with wonder, and you make me feel accepted in a way I have never been before.”

You are stroking his face and the sides of his neck with both hands now, and he is melting into your touch, breaths drawing in slowly and puffing out in shaky bursts. You twirl a finger around a lock of dusky hair.

“I have never wanted you to be any different from the way you are. So I must conclude that the world’s measure of beauty is wrong—for you are perfect. Entirely, completely perfect.”

His head collapses into yours, leaning his forehead against you. He grips you tightly with both arms, squeezing you into his chest like he’s trying to absorb you. Warm, agitated breaths fan your face, and you feel his shoulders convulsing; you think he’s weeping, but then you realize it’s laughter.

“I sound wonderful,” he says, a hint of pride licking the edges of his voice.

“You are.”

He kisses your neck, awing that you let him press his lips to you, then buries his face against your skin. “In books there is always passion, but... this is far greater than that. You are so patient with me. What did young Werther and Charlotte truly share? What did Juliet know of Romeo? Only the impulses of desire. You offer friendship, and I should like to spend my life repaying the kindness you have bestowed on me.”

You hum with excitement. “Oh my daemon, my dove, my flitter-mouse,” endearments fall from your lips like apple blossom petals. Goaded by your words, he hefts you up with a now-familiar (yet still shocking) ease, an impish smile sparkling in his eyes as he bridal carries you across the room, ignoring the petulant clucking of chickens scattering from his path.

“You are perfect,” he kisses your forehead. He sets you down on top of a storage chest, your back supported the wall. “And wonderful,” he kisses your nose. From your new perch, your hips are close to the height of his, and the outline of something growing at the front of his pants tells you exactly where his mind is heading. “And you are mine, yes?” He asks, voice heavy. Instead of kissing you again, he waits for you to close the distance.

“Always,” you answer, stretching up to grasp his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling and running your tongue over it. He gasps at the novelty, and a surge of heat flares to life inside him. He moans as you tug his lip away from his teeth, and he chases your mouth down, a hand at the back of your head preventing your escape as he envelops you with a smothering kiss, his thick tongue demanding an invitation which you happily give, caressing your own tiny tongue on the probing muscle filling your entire mouth, wrapping your arms around his back as he consumes you.

Finally he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting you, a wolfish hunger in his eyes. “You’re mine, and I love you so much…”

Love.

You pant, hands curling through his hair. Had you said that before? Had he? Well, yes, you had used the word to describe your feelings, but never so directly. Never in a way that couldn’t have been intended as general, familial, platonic love. You never obfuscated your camaraderie and affection… but this felt different. Pointed.

I love you so much.

You shiver with pleasure as his corpse lips trace your jaw and down your neck. He leaves a trail of tender kisses all the way down your arm, lingering to suck at the soft skin on the underside of your elbow. A sudden tightness builds in your core, accompanied by a sinful wetness that urges you to wrap your legs around his hips, hiking your skirt up above your knees, and pull him close. The pressure of his clothed cock—now fully erect—pressing into your inner thighs makes the urge worse. You shift to position the bulge against your aching clit, and rock your hips mindlessly seeking relief as his soft kisses up and down your neck and arms drive you into oblivion.

“I love you,” you murmur.

He stands straight, which makes you whine with disappointment as his warm lips leave your body, but he’s looking down at you with the softest eyes. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. “Those three words fill me with joy enough for a lifetime; and beyond even the veil of death, the happiness of that one utterance shall warm me for eternity. Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

A tingle of goosebumps spread up your arm at his sudden demandingness—the way he leans over you, a hand against the wall, voice thick, and low.

“I love you.”

“Again,” he commands, leaning in close to your ear, voice barely a whisper. He nips the flesh of your earlobe and your back arches involuntarily.

“I love you,” the words brush against his cheek.

“Again,” he sighs, before his lips fall on yours, swallowing your reply.

You had been in the middle of refreshing the straw bedding for the cows when he burst in, and there is still a nagging at the back of your mind of what if he was followed? But no angry mob has appeared at your doorstep yet, and everything else can wait its turn. This is definitely… the most important thing on your mind.

It is a soft kiss, as his usually are—gentle and careful with one so much smaller than he is—but grows in intensity, his tongue parting your lips, running across your teeth and plundering your mouth as you moan and twitch your hips. All his insecurity disappears with the noises and writhing he can draw from you, how eager and helpless you are under his touch. Every fear eclipsed by his burning need to bury himself inside you, and hear you scream out for him as he satisfies himself.

His large fingers unfasten the lacing of your bodice with the same practiced ease as weaving flower stems, pulling down your blouse as his hot, sloppy kisses move from your mouth, over your jaw, and down your neck—this time leaving red hickies in their wake. You feel the direction of his mouth toward your exposed chest, and whimper in anticipation of the warm slickness in just the right spot. He kneads the fat of your breasts in his palms, his sucking kisses down your collarbone growing ever more needy, filling the barn with wet smacking.

With an electric jolt, his tongue finally reaches the sensitive flesh of your nipple, and you feel a flood of warmth surging through your body, curling your toes, and settling in the base of your spine. Your fingers curl into his hair, against his scalp, pulling him against the hardening bud, his lips closing over it, tongue making languid circles that make your head loll back, and your hips buck up to grind against him—but only meet the air. To bend his towering body enough to reach your chest, he had to adjust his hips away from you, and without the pressure of his erection to grind against your cunt felt desperately empty, aching for contact.

“Ah,” you gasp, grabbing his hand and placing it between your legs, under your skirt, “P-please!”

His lips pull into a smile against your breast, exposing his tongue as it flicks across your nipple, now bright red and sopping wet. A large digit runs down the length of your slit. You gasp and jerk into it, but his hand is already gone. He rubs the moisture between his fingers. “Hmm, already so excited,” he taunts in a velvety voice, switching to your other breast, rolling the first between his thumb and fingers.

When did he get so confident? He used to follow your lead, waiting on you to instruct him. He was still terrified of the world, but with you…

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he purrs, sucking your nipple sharply to draw another gasp from your lips.

In your private world, when things got like this…

You let out a strangled whine, moving his hand back between your legs. He lets it rest there idly, ignoring your frustrated, pleading groans and clawing at his hand to do something. He pinches a nipple, delicately tugging at it, slowly drawing his tongue across the other.

“Hmm? You must speak up. I want to hear your voice.”

...He could be such an arrogant little shit! It’s so hot.

“F-fingers! Please!”

“As you wish.”

With a possessive growl, his long finger plunges inside you, moving in and out, getting coated with your slippery wetness as he treats your breasts as his playthings. You can hear his breathing increase, too, each exhale a loud snarl. His hips begin jerking in time with the pulsing of his finger into you, feeling the twitch of your velvet walls squeezing him as he drives you toward your climax—he imagines it’s his cock inside you, and suddenly, this isn’t enough.

“S-so good. You’re so good,” you whine, eyes closing as you lift your hips into his finger, deepening every thrust. The heat in your core is building, coiling, tightening… You stroke his hair, savoring the motion of his head and the wet sucking noises at your chest as he sends wave after wave of pleasure through you with his tongue. You run your hand over the striations of muscle in his shoulder, over his healed gunshot wound, the feel of his skin and the sound of his ragged breathing sending you over the edge—

His finger pulls out. His tongue moves away.

The release so close on your horizon fizzles.

“Wah!” Your eyes shoot open, complaints pursed on your lips. Then you see the hungry look in his eyes, and a shudder runs down your spine. Maybe he’ll fuck you right there. By the look of it, his erection is ready to rip through his pants.

“Patience,” he purrs, swallowing the tightness in his throat—the only sign of his slipping composure.

He spreads open your legs, kneeling between them, strong hands on your thighs helping you balance on the edge of the crate. His chest rises and falls slowly as he inhales your scent. “S-stop it!” you blush, squirming but unable to budge from his firm grip. Why does he like to smell you so much? You close your eyes and look away from the lewd act. He’s really changed so much, no longer so eager to please you that he wouldn’t risk drawing things out, or embarrassing you. He trusts you, that you’re never going to push away from him in sudden disgust; he knows you enjoy every minute of his attention.

He extends his long, thick tongue, and traces it along your thighs, teasing you with nips and kisses. Your body shudders at the welcome heat. He’s become an expert on your body, listening to your breathing and waiting for exactly the right moment to finally taste your dripping cunt. Your fingers clench in his hair, urging him on, but he takes his time with a long, measured, broad-tongued lap down your inner thigh, his eyes watching yours, studying your reaction and giving a self-satisfied smirk at your struggle to contain yourself.

“Please… more.”

Slowly, patiently, he finally dips his tongue into your quivering, saturated heat. He lets out a muffled moan into you, savoring you, hands clenching on your thighs as he revels in it. You can feel that tension start to coil again, but he’s still taking his time with such an indulgent, unhurried pace, you’ll never reach the orgasm you were denied.

Your fingers dig into the back of his head and your hips twist in his vice grip, helpless to create their own pace. “Faster.” You try to jerk your hips against his tongue again, to no avail. “You feel so good, my love,” you coo in a honeyed voice, hoping flattery will achieve results. “What must I do for you to let me come? I’ll do anything. Please—faster!”

In a blur of motion, your legs are over his shoulders and he’s standing at full height, large hands holding up your hips to his mouth, your back resting on the box where your ass just was. It feels like the wind was knocked out of you—you can barely breathe as he points his tongue into a stiff rod and attacks your clit with incredible speed and vigor. You didn’t know tongues could move to fast! His mouth is working magic, and the angle he’s holding you at somehow makes it feel even better. Maybe it’s the blood rushing to your head, or the way you have to look up at him, holding you as you dangle helplessly at his mercy, but you can feel your climax returning in greater force.

“I’m… going to finish already,” you writhe and moan, cheeks hot.

He doesn’t stop this time. “Come in my mouth,” he instructs, licking and lapping you deeper, faster, his own moans of pleasure lost in yours, crying out louder, thighs clamping around his neck, pulling him in harder, deeper, until your muscles convulse and you bite your lip to silence your shaking scream. He thrusts his tongue deep inside you, feeling your walls twitch around him, tasting your hot release coat his tongue.

“Fuck, you’re so good. So perfect,” you praise as you start to come down.

He’s not through with you yet, however. Not by a long shot.

He keeps writhing his tongue inside of your still-twitching heat, then brings his mouth back to your over-worked clit, ghosting his lips over it, flicking softly and quickly with the pointed end of his tongue.

You cry out in surprise, an unpleasantly strong contraction ripping through your body in protest. “N-no!” you try to wriggle away, pushing your arms out against him, but from your upside-down suspended position, the only part of him you can reach is—your heart skips a beat as your hand grazes his throbbing steel shaft. A renewed surge of heat flushes between your legs, overwhelming the over-stimulation with pleasure. You swallow.

“Do you want more?” he murmurs, drunk on you. You nod breathlessly. You need him to keep going. To put that in you. “Good.”

You grope blindly for the inhumanly thick bugle in his pants, and lay your palm against it, feeling its incredible length. The heat it gives off is amazing. There is a sharp inhale, and a hiccup in the steady working of his tongue. Not so easy to stay cool, is it? You smile, finally turning the tables a little. You rub his clothed shaft until he makes muffled whines into your cunt, and his hips start rocking against your hand as you stroke him up and down.

This is heaven. He could live between your thighs, drowning in the taste of you. He loves making you happy—seeing you shudder with pleasure from his touch—and the power he has over you in these moments makes an intoxicating combination. You belong to him.

“Do I make you feel good?” he rasps. You stare back up at him—his tongue stopped. You pull at the back of his head with your legs, trying to get him to start again, to give you what your body desperately needs, but he only looks at you with heavy-lidded eyes and tips his head to the side. Fuck, he’s cute when he does that.

“Y-yeah.”

Lick.

Your hips buck into his mouth in appreciation, an electric pulse vibrating down your back.

“Only I can make you feel this way?”

Oh god, this is the game he’s playing? You’ll say anything to get him to keep going, but the only answer you can make right now is a pleading, affirmative whine and a nod.

Lick.

That was good enough. Your eyes squeeze shut. You were so close again!

“Only me?”

“Please don’t stop!”

Not good enough. “Say you’re mine,” he purrs, “That only I can make you feel this way.”

“Only you!” you cry, squeezing your thighs around him, trying to pull him back in, “I’m yours! Please!”

He smiles, and gives you a delicate swirl of the tongue, tracing your clit, then plunges his tongue deep inside you, fucking you with the large muscle, pulsating and tasting you, filling your longing core up with its heat. Oh god, it wasn’t as big as his cock, but the way it could move inside you was so strange and delicious, and the wet, hungry noises his mouth made sent you over the edge a second time, your hands grasping for something to cling to—one clenching the edge of the crate, the other gripping the outline of his shaft.

He slips his tongue out of you, dripping with a mingling of your juices and his saliva, and puts it back to work on your throbbing clit without pausing. In its place, he soaks two bony fingers in your empty core. The fingers are cooler and less slithery than his tongue, but make up for it with length and firmness, reaching deeper, and hitting nerves that his tongue missed.

“R-right there!” you squeal, voice shaking as he finds your g-spot. He feels your muscles twitching and pulling beneath his hands. Sucking hard on your clit, he pumps his finger harder in and out of your drenched pussy, focusing on that sensitive spot that makes you cry out for him, until you come again, your walls clenching and unclenching around his hand.

You expect a break after that. Your body is exhausted and trembling, especially in this uncomfortable—if arousing—position. But, whether he’s working off his earlier panic, or he just has that much more stamina now that he’s healed, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he adds another finger, stretching you farther and making you moan with the feeling of fullness. You don’t bother to protest or try to wriggle away, only whimpering praises and encouragement, eager for more. He builds you up and sends you over the precipice again, and again, and again relentlessly until you can’t stand any more.

Only when you’re shaking and soaking, so dizzy with sensation you can no longer speak, does he release his iron-clad grip on your hips and lowers them back down to the top of the storage chest, sitting you up with your back resting on the wall. Breathing erratically, he presses a tender but sloppy kiss to your lips, the flavor of you on his tongue.

“This is what… perfection tastes like,” he pants.

Settling between your legs, he finally frees his unbearably hard erection from its prison, the unearthly member glistening with precum and throbbing with pent-up desire.

The storage crate is tall enough that he barely needs to bend his knees to achieve the right height, and with little need for adjustment, he’s rubbing his giant cockhead along your entrance. It feels so good, but your tired muscles are too limp to buck your hips up to help push him in, so you merely bite your lower lip in anticipation of being filled with him.

After being forced to wait for so long, his cock aches to bury itself up to the hilt in you with one thrust, but if he just pushed it in, he might split you in half. He is your gentle creature, needy as he may be, and he can wait just a little longer if it means not hurting you. He rubs his shaft along you, coating it in your slickness with his hand, making sure you’re ready to take him. He pushes the head inside. A gurgled moan escapes your lips at the satisfying pressure. He studies your face.

“Do you want me?” His hands trace over the bone of your hips, kneading the fat of your thighs. You nod weakly, and he pushes in farther. He’s spreading you wide, filling you so magnificently. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Yet he still waits, pausing for your body to adjust to his size. “Are you all right?”

You put your hand over his, marveling at how much bigger it is than yours, and squeeze. “I love you so much. Now fuck me.”

He lets out a strangled whimper of affection at your declaration, and jerks his hips forward into your eager pussy. A cry of pleasure and brief pain tears from your throat. Those words were all the encouragement he needed to become ravenous, nipping at your neck, pinching until a trail of red bruises blooms over your skin. Suddenly, you’re in the air, still fully impaled on his prodigious length, and being slammed against the wall. He begins pounding into you hard and fast, hands squeezing your hips and shoulder, keeping you effortlessly off the ground, while your legs instinctively wrap themselves around his waist, holding on for dear life as he fucks you into the wall, the sloppy sounds of flesh striking flesh filling the serene bucolic air.

You hold him close, running your hands up his back and around his ass, feeling the powerful jerking of his muscles beneath the skin as he thrusts into you. So big. Everything about him is oversize, his arms, his cock, all of the scars covering his body… the textured discoloration of his skin. He did look devilish—but he was so sweet, and kind, and so, so passionate for you, he was more like a prince. Or, at the very least, he was your devil.

Even in his lust-fueled frenzy, he notices you noticing him.

Your eyes are undisguisedly observing parts of him he would rather not think about, and suddenly he remembers what he looks like—self-awareness lost in the passion of the moment returning like a revelation. What you see whenever he mounts you is a monster… and you still let him. You still beg him to. You moan, and whimper, and plead for more of him, your body at his command.

His grunts grow louder and less controlled, and each thrust of his hips sends tremors through the entire barn, little trails of dust and hay falling from the rafters.

“How does it feel to be fucked by a monster? To belong to me?”

It feels warm. You can barely articulate an answer through the fog. It feels rough, hard, fast, tender, passionate…

His breath hitches, a low rumble in his throat, and you realize you’ve been muttering out loud.

“You’re so perfect. So big. You know exactly what I want,” you run your hands up the misshapen grooves of his chest, struggling to keep your voice smooth and seductive as he knocks the wind out of you with each thrust. Compliments can often backfire with the self-hating creature, but in moments like this, you can praise him like a puppy dog and it gets him more red-faced than… than the fact that you’re fucking!

“You feel so good inside me,” you keep singing praises as he pounds into you, his grip getting harder and harder until you’re sure you’ll be left with bruises. “You're so big, you're filling me up. Nobody can do the things you do to me.”

Finally he buries his head in your neck and lets out a full-throated sob, as his hips meet yours in a powerful thrust, burying himself deeper inside you than you believed possible. You feel the warmth of his hot seed filling you, so much of it that it overflows out of you and drips down your ass.

He doesn’t move. He pants against your neck, practically growling, arms holding you in place possessively, pinning you to the wall. You’re not getting down just yet. He wants to savor his cock buried deep inside your warmth for a little longer. You sigh contentedly, closing your eyes and leaning your head against his sweat-dampened chest.

Exhausted and sated, his senses begin to return. He stares at the huge mummy-like hands practically swallowing your small body, your skin so elastic, vibrant, and alive in contrast. Softly, he asks again, absent any passion-fueled bravado, “You love me?”

“I love you.”

“Foolish girl.”

“You love a foolish girl,” you tease, grinning. You grab both sides of his face, rubbing your nose against his.

“I do.”

You could get lost in the little world the two of you share.

Unfortunately you were so engrossed in your own little world that you didn't hear the hens clucking as they rushed to the edge of the fence, or the cows mooing a friendly greeting to a familiar face.

You didn't notice Bess standing in the doorway of the barn until she let out a blood-curdling scream.

#Frankenstein #frankenstein's monster x reader #the creature x reader #monster x human #smutfic #smut #lemon #my writing #FINALLY FINISHED #This one took so long y'all #I hope you enjoy

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violetwolfraven · 4 years

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Into the Unknown

Warning: Not sure if this is really in-character, and I don’t really know how accepting society back then was in this particular place, so not sure how accurate it is, but basically, Elsa has some internalized homophobia/puts pressure on herself and slight angst/fluff insues.

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As queen, even if no one said it, there was always pressure on Elsa to marry and have a child, preferably a son, even if Arendelle hadn’t really been doing things traditionally since her father married a commoner.

But there was always those little remarks from nobles who thought they were just teasing. (“So, no possible King in the picture yet?”)There were little jabs from servants who had a little too much to drink at a party (“I’m sure your heir will be quite the handful, Your Majesty.”), or even teasing comments from Anna or Kristoff when she rolled her eyes at them having a moment in front of her (“You’ll understand when you get a boyfriend.”)

That pressure had been there since Elsa could remember. Even her parents joked about Elsa not being so disgusted by Anna’s romantic inserts in their games when she met an nice boy someday.

The pressure had been there so long that Elsa put it on herself, even as she got older and knew most women her age were either with some man or at least gotten a crush on a boy at some point.

Now that she was simply the Ice Spirit, Elsa didn’t have to worry about marrying anyone, but she did. Years of expecting to suddenly fall in love with some boy didn’t go away overnight.

It wasn’t that she didn’t notice men. She knew that Kristoff was kind and Ryder was funny, but she didn’t care about them that way. They were like brothers to her. Friends, nothing more.

The only person she really noticed more than them, or any man for that matter, was...

No. That was not happening. That wasn’t how things worked. It didn’t matter how Elsa felt. How she was drawn to this person like she’d never been to anyone before. It was just friendship. She was just confused.

I can hear you, but I won’t.

Elsa could feel that pull, like she was magnetically drawn to this person, but she didn’t want to. She knew that love could too easily lead to hurt. Not that this was love, of course. Still, it was like there was a bond between them. Like a piece of Elsa had been missing, even if she didn’t know it, and now it was right here in front of her.

Some look for trouble while others don’t.

This was definitely more trouble than it was worth. If Elsa listened to her feelings—if she admitted anything, even to herself—no good would come of it. She would get hurt and the person she was somehow drawn to would feel guilty, even if it wasn’t her fault.

There’s a thousand reasons, I should go about my day.

Making things awkward would help nothing. It would destroy her friendship with this woman, which already mattered to Elsa more than it should. And that was only one reason not to admit anything.

And ignore your whispers, which I wish would go away.

But... Elsa couldn’t ignore the feeling. As much as she wanted to, the...call—drawing her to Honeymaren, was always. right. there.

You’re not a voice. You’re just a ringing in my ear.

No. Elsa couldn’t think about this. Even if she was in love, and even if it was unreciprocated, and even if she knew it would never happen, she couldn’t afford to think about it. It would only hurt her worse than it already did.

And if I heard you—which I don’t—I’m spoken for, I fear.

Elsa already had enough to deal with. She didn’t need to be more distracted than she already was. Being the Ice Spirit—being the only Spirit who could speak to humans directly, which meant she had to speak for them all—was a full time job. She had no time for love.

Everyone I’ve ever loved is here within these walls.

Unfortunately, even if Elsa refused to give in to her feelings, Anna always noticed when something was going on with her. She always confronted her about it. Fortunately, this time, finding enough tact to get an excuse for Sven and Olaf not to be in the room.

“Elsa, what’s up with you?” the Queen asked finally, “You’ve been distracted for weeks.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing, Anna. I’m just tired.”

“Hmph. Well, I was hoping you’d come to me on your own, but seeing as how you haven’t, you’ve forced my hand. You’re not leaving this castle until you tell me what’s going on.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Kristoff called over from where he was looking at possible wedding invitation designs.

“What?” Anna asked, clearly confused.

“I grew up with trolls, remember?” the blond said simply, “All the signs are there—she hasn’t been eating when we get together, hasn’t been sleeping much, judging by those dark circles under her eyes, is super distracted, like, all the time, got red-faced when you mentioned it...”

“Oh,” Anna said before turning back to her sister, “Are you dying?! And you didn’t tell me?!”

“What?” Elsa exclaimed, “No!”

Kristoff rolled his eyes, “Oh my gods, Anna. She’s in love, babe!”

“Ohhhh!” Anna realized, “Oh, it’s so obvious! Who is it? Who is it? Who is it???”

“No one,” Elsa insisted.

“Is it Ryder?” Anna pressed, “He’s nice. He’s got this weird thing about reindeer, but I mean, so does my guy, so it’s not like I can—“

“Ew, no,” Elsa said, actually making a face.

Something in Anna’s face changed, and she put her hand on Elsa’s knee reassuringly.

“Is it Honeymaren?”

Elsa stood up suddenly, feeling the temperature in the room drop due to her anxiety.

She couldn’t deny it. She couldn’t tell Anna either way. Somehow, she couldn’t find the words to do anything but walk away, feeling fortunate that Anna didn’t follow her.

I’m sorry, secret siren, but I’m blocking out your calls.

Returning to the Enchanted Forest, Elsa couldn’t face anyone yet. So she just sat against one of the shrines of the different elemental Spirits and stared at the stars.

For the first time, she really let herself think about her feelings. Her confusing love for this fearless, strong, beautiful woman.

I’ve had my adventure, I don’t need something new.

Elsa knew she could never make a move. But that thought became harder to hold onto as Honeymaren herself came and sat down next to her, not speaking. They both just stared at the stars as Elsa tried to calm her racing heart.

I’m afraid of what I’m risking if I follow you.

“Yelana says that the stars form patterns,” Honeymaren said after a few minutes of silence, “I don’t see it.”

“I didn’t either, at first,” Elsa admitted, “Not when I was little. But some of the stars are brighter than others, and they make pictures up there.”

Honeymaren was silent for a second before her brown eyes found Elsa’s blue ones and she spoke softly.

“Can you teach me?”

Into the unknown!

Despite Elsa wishing she could just avoid Honeymaren and her feelings, their meetings out by the shrines became more and more common until they met every night. Elsa would teach Honeymaren constellations and Honeymaren would tell Elsa about traditions that her mother would have been a part of. It became easy, just to talk. They never talked about it during the day, not even to each other. Those nights were theirs and only theirs. No one else needed to know.

Into the unknown! Into the unknown!

It was weeks of this before Honeymaren came out later than usual, her eyes unfocused.

“What’s wrong?” Elsa asked immediately.

“Nothing.”

The other woman sounded guarded, like she didn’t want to talk about it, but Elsa asked, anyway.

“Honeymaren. You know that you can tell me anything, right?”

Honeymaren sighed before she responded, “I love the stars. I love nights out here, telling stories and watching the sky. I can’t go back to the darkness again. If I had to live under that mist again, with no trace of starlight or sky...”

Elsa understood, “Nightmares.”

Honeymaren nodded, “Nightmares.”

The two had talked about their pasts before. Honeymaren was a warrior and Elsa was a queen. They knew everything about each other, which was how Elsa knew she could tell her.

“Sometimes I dream I have gloves on,” she admitted, “Gloves I can’t take off. And I’m locked in a room where I can hear Anna asking me to come out, but my voice won’t work, so I can’t tell her that I want to.”

“That’s terrible.”

Elsa shrugged, “That’s life. I think being human means you can’t ever get rid of your pain. I just thought maybe you’d want to know that there’s nothing wrong with you. That you’re not alone.”

Honeymaren hesitated before she put her arm around Elsa, pulling her against her shoulder.

Elsa’s heart was hammering so hard that it took her a second to realize that Honeymaren was singing slowly, lyrics they both knew.

“Where the north wind meets the sea, there’s a river made of memory. Sleep, my darling, safe and sound, for in this river all is found.”

Elsa joined in the second verse, her voice rising to create a beautiful harmony with Honeymaren’s lower tones.

“In her waters, deep and true, lie the answers and a path for you. Dive down deep into her sound. But not too deep or you’ll be drowned.”

Elsa wasn’t sure if she was diving in too deep.

What do you want?—Cause you’re keeping me awake.

Their moment on the night Honeymaren had a nightmare was somehow too much, as Elsa found herself unable to so much as talk to the brunette afterwards. Two days, she managed to hold out before she had to get answers. Before she had to ride out to Ahtohallan.

Are you here to distract me?—So I make a big mistake?

“What is wrong with me, Mother?” Elsa asked the river desperately, “Am I in love with Honeymaren? Is loving a woman wrong? Mother, please.”

An image appeared—a woman standing with a younger version of Elsa’s mother. Presumably Elsa’s grandmother.

Another woman walked up, throwing her arm around Grandmother’s shoulders and kissing her, much to the annoyance of young Iduna.

Or are you someone out there who’s a little bit like me?

Elsa still avoided Honeymaren when she got back. Actually, she just avoided the Northulda, instead riding to Arendelle to talk to Anna.

No matter how much her internal compass wanted to be near a certain brunette warrior, Elsa needed to clear her head, first.

Who knows deep down, I’m not where I’m meant to be?

“So, Mother’s parents were two women?” Anna asked.

Elsa nodded, remembering the image.

“It’s not wrong, you know,” Anna said, “I don’t care who you love. Oakan is in love with a man, so I’m sure women can love women, too.”

“But I’m not sure I should,” Elsa mumbled, “Anna, a queen is supposed to marry a man. She’s supposed to produce an heir.”

“Well, then, I guess it’s a good thing I’m the one who has to worry about that.”

Elsa took a deep breath. She knew logically she shouldn’t care about this anymore. But she did.

“You made me queen for a reason,” Anna insisted, “Part of that reason was so you didn’t need to worry about all that stuff with having an heir. I mean, sure, that’s pretty far in the future for Kristoff and I, but still. If you want to be with Honeymaren, or any woman, you should do it.”

“But how do I do that?”

Anna shrugged, “Admitting you love her would be a start.”

Elsa took a deep breath, “I love women. I love Honeymaren.”

“Great,” Anna said with a smirk, “So go get the girl. And if she doesn’t love you back, she’s not the one for you.”

Elsa still had no idea how to confess, or whatever she was supposed to do. But she knew she couldn’t keep acting like her feelings for Honeymaren were nothing. Not with the intense, magnetic pull she felt towards the warrior.

Every day’s a little harder, as I feel my power grow.

Honeymaren was waiting, glaring, when she got back.

“Our spot. Sundown. Don’t be late.”

Don’t you know there’s part of me that longs to go?

“What did you want to talk about?” Elsa asked awkwardly as they met at the spot they always watched the stars.

“Seriously?” Honeymaren asked harshly, “Elsa, you’ve been avoiding me for four days. Don’t act like you haven’t. I saw you ditch Ryder a few days ago to avoid talking to me. You’re acting weird. So talk to me. Tell me what’s going on with you, because I can’t help if I don’t know.”

Into the unknown!

Elsa took a deep breath, “Honeymaren, I... I love you.”

Into the unknown!

“I have for a long time. It took me a while to accept it, but I’ve loved you almost since I first moved to the Enchanted Forest. You’re strong, and brave, and so beautiful. And usually Anna’s the one who rambles, but I get where she’s coming from now. The way you make me feel... I just can’t fit it into words.

Honeymaren was silent, clearly not knowing what to say as her face betrayed her surprise.

Into the unknown!

“I’m sorry,” Elsa said wearily, “If I’ve scared you, or ruined our friendship. But I can’t help my feelings. I love you, Honeymaren.”

The way the brunette still wasn’t responding made Elsa feel terrified and excited at the same time. She usually was good at reading people, but this time, she had no clue.

Are you out there? Do you know me?

Then the warrior pulled her close, locking her lips against Elsa’s, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world as they stumbled back until Elsa was pressed between Honeymaren and one of the shrines.

Can you feel me? Can you show me?

“Maren? Someone told me you would be—oh.”

They pulled apart as Ryder ran up, looking as if he wished he could unsee what he’d just seen.

“What do you need, brother?” Honeymaren asked calmly, not moving.

Ryder swallowed nervously, “It was a reindeer thing. It can wait. Until morning at least. Bye.”

As he left, the two laughed a bit, savoring the look on Honeymaren’s brother’s face. Elsa had to admit, it was one of the funniest things she’d ever seen.

“What do you say we go somewhere a bit more private?” Honeymaren asked, “Somewhere my brother doesn’t know about?”

Elsa nodded, “I’m all yours.”

Where are you going? Don’t leave me alone. How do I follow you, into the unknown?

#frozen #frozen 2 #disney #elsamaren #queen elsa of arendelle #honeymaren #northuldra #the enchanted forest #queen anna of arendelle #kristoff #ryder #fanfiction #violet’s writing

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bigfrozenfan · 4 years

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Frozen III plot / fanfic

I have read many opinions about Frozen II in the last half year, many of them very contradictory and almost dividing the Frozen fandom. So it took me a while to put everything together to form a personal overall picture. Many people know that I’m an F3 supporter and after a post from yesterday about Elsa’s humanity and how the makers of Frozen see her, an idea came to my mind. This idea would solve many problems and questions and finally bring Elsa back to Arendelle and to Anna. Furthermore, this idea holds a lot of fuel and possibilities for a full-length film with many flashbacks and plots for really every one of our beloved characters. Everyone would get their money’s worth without it getting boring at any time.

It’s been a long time since I tried writing and I’m not good at it. But the form of a ficlet seemed to me to be the most suitable to convey an F3 plot idea with much tension in it. Maybe one of my favourite writers or anyone who would like to dare to take up my idea and write a real fanfic with several chapters. I would be the first who would like to read it!

I hope you like my idea.

Big thanks to @fericita-s for beta reading and correcting my text and also for making me aware of a big logical problem that i had overseen! After one sleepy night i solved this issue and now my movie plot idea is even better than before :-)

The story takes place shortly after the events of the reunion and afterwards in the Enchanted Forest…

Of course it had taken a while until the people of Arendelle understood everything, until they accepted the new friends in the far north and the abdication of their queen. It has taken a while before Anna herself was ready to take on the mantle.

In her new role as Fifth Spirit, accompanied by Gale and Nokk, Elsa was quickly accepted by the Arendellians. Most were grateful after witnessing the rescue of the castle. Some of them, however, were afraid of so much power in their midst.

Elsa noticed this very quickly and decided to limit her future visits to what was necessary and to enter the castle without being seen.

The official coronation took place in the castle chapel, where all the kings and queens had been crowned. When the choir finished singing, the bishop carefully put the new crown on Anna and she received Arendelle’s insignia from the velvet cushion. Then she turned to her people with pride and dignity.

Elsa was in exactly the same place where Anna had been during her own coronation. Anna was calm and composed during the whole ceremony. Fear had almost overwhelmed Elsa. She saw in her memory the ice that slowly formed on the scepter and orb as clearly as if it had been yesterday.

As the applause broke out she smiled at Anna. She was so proud of her little sister. Anna looked over at her for a moment and smiled back in relief. Then she carefully put the insignia back on the pillow. She had made it through. She was now Queen of Arendelle.

As they left the chapel in a royal recessional past an overjoyed looking Kristoff, the enthusiastically clapping people of Arendelle, the invited guests and dignitaries, Elsa involuntarily drew a comparison. There seemed to be far more people present than at her own coronation. Some representatives of the Northuldra were even present including Yelana and Honeymaren in their traditional colourful festive dress, now bowing to both of them. The people loved Anna. And Elsa was happy to have made the right decision for both of them and for the kingdom.

The Coronation Ball in the evening was cheerful and exuberant. Every dignitary paid respects to the new queen. She was glad that the Duke of Weselton was not invited this time and that she did not have to dance with him. This time she could choose her own dance partner and she chose Kristoff. As a precaution she had arranged for Kristoff to get some dance lessons a few weeks before. She still remembered too well how Weselton stepped on her feet back then and Kristoff was a good deal bigger and heavier.

***

Anna, with Elsa’s help, had commissioned the royal sculptor to create a large bronze statue. She wanted to show her parents at a young age, as a monument and eternal symbol of the peace between Arendelle and the Northuldra. Elsa would not be able to be present in person, but she gave her promise to visit regularly.

Anna’s second official act was to appoint Lt. Destin Mattias as General. He had been loyal to Arendelle all his life and was instrumental in helping her break the curse of the mist. Ultimately, it was Mattias who reached for her hand at the very last moment to save her from falling into the depths of the breaking dam, saving her life.

Together with Kristoff, of course, and that brought Anna to her next thought. She had been overjoyed to accept Kristoff’s marriage proposal and that would be the next big event in Arendelle. Her own wedding. But first she wanted to unveil the monument. The sculptor had promised her that it would be finished very soon.

***

Peace had returned to the Enchanted Forest. The Northuldra lived their lives as before, in harmony with the Spirits of Nature. The giants helped the inhabitants over abysses, Nokk helped a bit with fishing, Gale, playful as she was, helped to convert creative ideas into stone sculptures, and Bruni was content to help start cookfires and clear areas with fire as needed for growing food or reindeer herding.

Elsa had her own kota in the village, but she spent most of her time in Ahtohallan to learn and find out more about the past and about herself and her magic. She even finds out more about Kristoff's past. The only thing she knew about him was that he has been raised by trolls and learned to be an ice harvester. But now she knows everything. About his parents and what happened to them, and also the circumstances around why Kristoff ended up among the trolls.

One balmy early summer evening she sat with Honeymaren and a few others around the campfire in the village and told them a little bit about Ahtohallan. Everyone was quite curious about it because not one of the Northuldra living today had ever seen it.

At first she decided to reveal only a little of the deeper secrets there and limited herself to the description of the place itself. She wasn’t sure if this would anger the spirits but assumed that she would quickly notice when trouble was approaching. The Northuldra hung on her every word while she talked and now and then someone asked her for more details. But Elsa left out the pictures in the memory hall and the deeper levels of Ahtohallan with the living ice sculptures of her own past. That was a bit too private and perhaps risky.

Now that she had accepted her ability and her new task as Fifth Spirit, she hardly thought back to her old life in Arendelle. In the beginning she was there every Friday and sometimes stayed over the weekend to be with Anna and help her with her new duties as Queen, but she had changed. Something had changed her. And it became rarer and rarer for Elsa to visit the castle.

Eventually it even became rare to find her in the forest.

The Spirits were appeased and there were no threats and no strangers in the forest. Everything was calm and in harmony. It was almost as if it had never been otherwise. Many peaceful weeks passed.

Until that one day in the early hours of the morning, when one of the Northuldra men was about to go fishing and he found a human lying at the beach motionless half in the water. The man ran back to the village to get help.

A short time later he returned with Yelana, Honeymaren, and a healer. They took in the sight before them and drew back in shock. In front of them lay Elsa, motionless and without any clothes.

The healer was the first to kneel down next to her and check if she was still alive. She confirmed it to Yelena with a relieved nod and together they carried her back to the forest.

When they arrived in the village there was excitement and a small group discussed gesticulating and pointing towards the lichen meadows and other directions. The only thing they understood in the tangle of stories was, that the spirits had apparently all disappeared and were no longer helping anyone as they always did.

Yelana immediately linked the two incidents and came up with the only possible explanation. Elsa was on her way back to them when all the Spirits suddenly disappeared, and so did Nokk. So Elsa must have swum almost all the way from Ahtohallan through the Dark Sea. A wonder she could survive that at all. If the magic disappeared, this could only mean one thing.

***

Meanwhile, Anna was seriously worried in Arendelle. It had been more than a month since Elsa’s last letter and since then Gale hadn’t shown up either.

Even Olaf had been acting very strange lately, insisting they remove the ice embellishments from the castle and find more “Anna” decorations. He was also uncharacteristically calm. He didn’t visit Sven as often anymore and his curiosity and jokes had become rare.

Anna made a decision. If Elsa did not come to her, she would have to travel to the Enchanted Forest herself. She asked Kristoff to gather all the necessary material and asked General Mattias to accompany her. He agreed as long as he could bring Halima.

Anna agreed and the next day they all left very early in the morning for the north. Sven pulled the wagon, Kristoff sat in the front and Olaf sat in the back next to Anna. Mattias and Halima rode side by side on two of their own horses behind them. Since there was peace between the Northuldra and the Arendellians, they declined a retinue of guards. It was supposed to be a comfortable trip with a reunion of old friends in the Enchanted Forest.

Late in the evening they reached the four big monoliths at the edge of the forest and the sun was already setting. They got out of the wagon and Mattias helped Halima dismount. Everyone was in a good mood and grabbed the contents from the wagon. There were presents for the Northuldra and specialties from Arendelle for a small feast in the village. They had barely finished when a few Northuldra with serious expressions ran towards them and asked them to hurry. Something bad had happened. Anna held on to Kristoff in shock and said only one word. “Elsa!”

When they entered the village there was an oppressive silence and many lowered their eyes as they passed by. Honeymaren ran towards Anna, bowed briefly to the queen and took her hand.

Anna’s lips trembled as they looked into each other’s eyes for a brief moment. Finally Honeymaren pulled Anna gently behind her towards Elsa’s kota and said softly to her that Anna had to be strong now. They entered the low and gloomy dwelling. Then Anna saw her sister lying on a bed lined with furs, her eyes open. Anna rushed towards her, kneeled beside the bed and grabbed Elsa’s hand. She was unusually warm, but did not return her gentle grip. Elsa just looked up and did not react in the slightest. Anna laid both hands on Elsa’s cheeks and gently turned her head towards her. Their eyes met.

“Elsa! What has happened? What is the matter with you?”

Agonizing seconds went by.

Elsa blinked a few times and then tightened her eyebrows.

Her voice was weak and sounded fragile when she finally replied, “Who are you?”

***

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Ok, there were or are some difficulties for me to bring some facts together and explain them conclusively. One of them is the loss of Elsa’s powers and what would happen to her creations. Olaf, the Snowgies and Marshmallow in particular. It was simple and easy to do with Elsa’s ice decorations at the castle (if it should be Elsa’s suggestion or Anna’s decision as new Queen i’m not sure about). Arendelle and especially Anna must not notice in the story too early that Elsa is now a “normal” person. But the other thing? That Ahtohallan is the reason should be clear, after all that was the source of Elsa’s power. But what happens when all the magic vanishes? Would Ahtohallan have a remaining residual magic to ensure the continued existence of Elsa’s living creations? Or would Elsa possess some kind of residual magic that she can no longer use willingly, but is still a deep part of herself? The other thing is how would it be possible to bring back the magic or to "heal" Ahtohallan? Would this be permanent? Would it be wanted? Questions over questions and this time Ahtohallan doesn't know (pun intended...LOL).

Well, the rest of the story remains to be determined…

#frozen2 #f3 plot idea #frozen3 #frozen au #ficlet #mine #fericita-s #fanfic #part 1 #prologue

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solarclaw · 4 years

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Trolls Ideas and Maybe-HCs

Just some Trolls headcanons (sorta). Had to write them down before I forget again. Might actually scrap a few....

Indie Trolls aren’t really their own tribe. Instead, the label “Indie” indicates Trolls that have left their parent tribe to explore the world, their music evolving and adapting to their environments and experiences. Usually, these Indie Trolls came from the Rock tribe, most of them very confident in their toughness to survive out there in the world beyond and probably rebelling against their parents (the latter of which usually ends up with a search party being sent out and the runaway being grounded for life, after getting many backslaps and hearty congratulations for STICKIN IT TO THE MAN if only temporarily)

No Pop Troll has actually left to explore and become an Indie due to traumatic Bergen holidays

The Techno tribe’s dash ability cannot go through solid objects. They’ve tried. Best case scenario, they got a concussion from smacking into said solid object (namely walls) too hard. Worst case scenario, and thankfully this had only happened a handful of times and none fatal, they find a part of themselves stuck INTO the solid object. Very painful and resulting in the loss of stuck body part (think intangibility, but solidifying while still stuck in something)

Rock Trolls are not so much fireproof as fire-resistant. They can still get burns if they stay in the lava for too long, though they do heal quicker from burns than other tribes

Every single Rock Troll has been dared to jump into their main / biggest volcano’s caldera at least once. And they’ve all accepted it and jumped into said lava at least once. And after getting rescued, got yelled at by each and every health worker, at least once. Bonus cool points if you do it again and with an acceptable flip

Country Trolls spend at least an hour each day for a siesta. Especially if they’re working in the fields

Both Country Trolls and Rock Trolls like spicy food

Only some Funk Trolls like spicy food too, especially curry, but most of those live in a smaller and static desert town instead of Vibe City

Whether because of shared far-reaching ancestry or not, both Rock Trolls and Techno Trolls can hatch with big eyes (tho more for Techno Trolls than Rock). These big eyes, and bigger pupils, help see better in the darkness of underground tunnels / cooled vents and deep ocean depths, respectively

Classical Trolls can be either rather scatterbrained or hyper-focused, the latter of which is usually when they’re playing / practicing their instruments. The giant metronome in their village not only keeps time for their music, but also literally as a timekeeper. At the top of the hour, it plays a loud but harmonious melody to remind people in case they forgot any appointments they have, meal time, etc

During the Bergen escape, King Peppy hid both Harp and Pop String in his hair. He let Little baby Poppy play with it as a distraction from the scary noises of pickaxes & shovels tearing through the ground and some of the other Trolls’ terrified screaming. He also quickly made sure to tell Baby Poppy to put it back between the hair strands when she was done. She did; she’s a good baby after all and likes her Dada being happy and proud of her. Sadly, she forgot all about the pretty glowy string in favour of the cowbell, which was a gift from Dada and gifts are the bestest!

When the Pop ancestor played all the strings, other genres got caught in the melody and were converted. Smidge, Biggie, Fuzzbert, Legsly, Skyscraper, etc are descendants of those converted Trolls

Because this was the 1st time anyone tried to play all the strings under a single genre, some of the converted Trolls were able to keep some of their free will. So when the other Tribe ancestors stole back their strings, they managed to save some of the converted Trolls, voluntary or as an unwitting distraction for their escape. Unfortunately, no one knew how to turn them back, not even the Pop ancestor after having noticed that their tribe is suddenly a lot bigger. Eventually, they began to develop music, that, while mostly Pop, had enough of its own flavor to be considered a Sub-Genre, usually a different language or accent. This is why the Bounty Hunters have the basic Pop Troll shape

Notably, the Funk ancestor managed to save a couple of extremely sparkly Trolls. They later became Disco Trolls

Before their UFO, the Funk tribe traveled across the desert from oasis to oasis that were scattered throughout. In one of the bigger ones, and deep within the desert, they managed to create a town for their older and less-able members to settle down. Once the UFO was built, some moved in and others stayed in the town

This town was where the rescued Trolls stayed, especially the Disco Trolls. The rescued Trolls even had a section of the town all to themselves and were a bit isolationist. Unfortunately, this was built and perpetuated more out of the Funk Trolls’ fear that the rescued Trolls would lose their battle of resistance against the call of Pop and leave to return to the Pop tribe, therefore telling them where they, and their Funk string, were hidden

The sparkly Trolls that didn’t escape eventually became the Glitter Trolls of the Pop tribe

Before the Pop ancestor stole the strings, there were a lot of mixed couplings and some of the children even had bits of physical features from each of their parents. After the separation, most of these mixed families were torn apart, whether by choice of following their own genre or by force via Pop conversion. Over time, these mixed physical features were essentially bred out until they more resemble their tribe’s single genre. However, sometimes these physical differences pop back up. Whether Branch is descended from a pre-Separation rock troll mixing or from a converted one is up for debate (like how every human is far, far, FAR distantly related to Africa, so not exactly a direct Rock-descendant)

After the separation, the Pop ancestor faced backlash from their own tribe, notably the ones that had lovers and family from another genre. But the converted Trolls defended their master and so the scrapbook’d history, in the Pop ancestor’s pride, told of the cause of the separation being about musical disagreements instead of a takeover

The truth of the separation was kept only to the Royal family. After a generation or two, the Royals began to fear what the other tribes would do to them out of retaliation for trying to take over. So they kept to their isolation, discouraging their tribe members from seeking out their origins or distant family members, especially if they had physical indications of such

This fear got so bad that they wouldn’t contact for help when the Bergens invaded and captured the Pop Trolls

After a few particularly bad Trollstices (there must have been a Bergen baby boom), the Royals were desperate enough to try to call out for help. Unfortunately, their numerous attempts failed as the critters they used to send out their letters were seen as pests to be exterminated by the Bergens and were promptly swatted or squished. Any Troll that managed to slip through the bars were promptly eaten. Much sadness was to be had at the loss of some of their closest friends. Not wanting to lose more of their friends and discouraged by all their failures, they stopped trying

The other tribes barely knew that there were Bergens except for passing rumors brought by Bounty Hunters and Indie Trolls that saw them from afar. To the other tribes, they were big, ugly creatures that tend to destroy stuff in their way in anger and misery. Since their own tribes weren’t at immediate risk, they didn’t think too much of them except to hide themselves a little more or perhaps move to a more secure location

The Techno tribe were actually settled closer to the main land, like the beach, but rumors of the Bergens had them fleeing a little farther into the ocean depths. The Funk tribe upgraded the boosters on their UFO

If anyone (mainly older generations and the leaders) noticed or figured out that these giants seemed to have settled near where the Pop tribe were supposed to be (believing that they haven’t moved at all from the Troll tree since the separation), they kept it to themselves. A few of the more vindictive ones may have called it karmic justice

And that’s all I’ve got for now. I got tired (exhaustion tends to lead to rapid-fire ideas popping up tho). I've also got some AU ideas, but I'll post them separately. This is starting to get a little too long...

#dreamworks trolls #dw trolls #trolls world tour #twt #trolls headcanons #headcanons #ideas #had to get these out before the self-depreciation sets in #again #maybe canons

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vanilla107 · 4 years

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You got me feeling like a Psycho

Hey everyone!

My first ever Trolls fanfiction and it just so happens to be a rare pair! I adored Trolls (2016) but never really prioritized to write for it but when Trolls World Tour came out...that love for the first movie came rushing back. The movie made me really happy while in quarantine and I hope that this fanfic made you a little happier too.

I'm a HUGE Red Velvet fan and when I saw the announcement for them to be in the second movie I LOST MY COLLECTIVE SHIT. Even though the interactions with Tresillo and Wani are low, I loved their banter and this fanfic sorta happened. I added in a few Red Velvet concepts in the fic itself so if you see one, leave a comment or a like! I definitely added that Wani was the more fluent one in this fic as Wendy, the woman who voiced Wani, is the most fluent in Red Velvet!

I do plan on writing a Broppy one shot a little later so you can expect to see that in the next couple weeks.

Please stay safe!

Songs used in this fic:

Taki Taki - DJ Snake, Cardi B, Selena Gomez and Ozuna

Psycho (reloaded remix) - Red Velvet

Zimzalabim - Red Velvet

Like I’m gonna lose you - Meghan Trainor

Part Two/ A03 ***

Wani giggled as she splashed Baby Bun with water, the pink haired troll grinning before splashing her back.

It was one of the hottest days of the year and almost all the trolls from around the land were in the lake that separated Vibe City and Lonesome Flats. Everyone was taking a dip in the cool water and she couldn’t help but sigh in contempt.

It had been about a month since all the trolls accepted that they were different and were now living in harmony.

It was absolute bliss.

It felt so much nicer to talk to other trolls about music and sharing their own genres than keeping it to themselves and because of it, they had all made new friends. The k-pop gang were pretty close with Queen Poppy and Branch since they were a subculture of Pop itself and it made sense to vibe to the same music but Kim-Petit had become friends with Prince D, Baby Bun was friends with one of the rock trolls and Ari and Gomdori often hung out with the techno trolls as well as the classical trolls.

Wani wiggled her feet in the water before swimming to the banks of the lake and hopping out and sitting down on her towel. She was so caught up in making sure the transition for the k-pop gang went smoothly that she didn’t have much time to focus on friends of her own. Despite most of them being able to speak basic English, she was the more fluent speaker and after ensuring that they were all settled in, she could relax.

She put on her sunglasses and closed her eyes, the sun making her glossy chrome skin sparkle.

“Oh that’s bright!” a familiar voice teased and she grinned as she moved her sunglasses to the top of her head and angled her head to look at Tresillo.

“Hey Tracy! How’s it going?” she grinned and he rolled his eyes at the nickname.

“On the hottest day of the year? Just cooling ourselves off,” he said and gestured to his friends in the water, “Mind if I join you?”

“Sure, take a seat.”

Even though the k-pop gang had a mutual respect for the reggaeton trolls, that didn’t mean that they couldn’t tease each other from time to time like they had before Queen Barb’s initial reign of rock. With their subcultures being the smallest next to the yodellers, it felt natural for them to gravitate towards each other.

“Where you goin’ after this Wani?”

“Uh, home?” she said with a shrug.

“Wait, are you serious?” he asked and stared at her incredulously.

“Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because it’s the Summer Song Dance Party tonight! Everyone’s gonna be there!”

For the first time ever, Wani felt nervous. She was planning on skipping the party because she didn't want to be alone.

“I didn’t get an invite,” she lied and she saw the troll chuckle before pulling out a flyer from his bag next to him and giving it to her.

“Open invitation. Everyone’s going and it’s going to be fire.”

“Oh wow, this has Poppy’s decorating skills all over it,” she giggled, handing him back the flyer and shaking the glitter from her fingers.

“Yeah, you know how she is with her glitter. So you’re coming right?”

“What’s with all the questions? Tryna get something out of me?” she hummed.

“I just...” he hesitated before sighing, “I can see you’re lonely Wani.”

Her body froze and she forced a smile a second later.

“What? No, I’m perfectly-”

“Wani don’t lie to me. I’ve been watching how you’ve helped your other k-pop trolls talk to everyone else but you were so worried about them that you don’t really have any friends yet.”

“I have friends!” Wani said defensively.

“Okay, name one troll other than Poppy, Branch and the k-pop gang that’s your friend.”

“You?” Wani said slowly and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, “What? Did you seriously not expect me to consider you one of my friends?” she asked.

“Well I can’t say I’m not happy but...” he said, avoiding her gaze, “But you definitely need more than that so let me help you tonight. I’ll introduce you to some trolls and by the end, you’ll know almost everyone.”

“But-”

“No buts! You are going to make more friends! Now c’mon, the others are packing up and are getting ready to go.”

“Okay fine,” Wani groaned but her stomach was doing flips.

Maybe this would be a good opportunity to make new friends after all.

***

“Ohhh, Wani you are going to turn a certain somebody’s head tonight!” Baby Bun teased, her Korean flowing effortlessly and the blue troll sighed deeply as she look at herself in the mirror.

“I never should’ve told you guys that Tresillo is helping me tonight.”

“Yeah, like ‘helping’ is the word I’d use,” Ari giggled as she did her hair at the vanity.

“It’s really no big deal! You guys are making this small thing a huge deal-”

“Oh come on Wani! You like him!” Kim-Petit said with a smirk and she narrowly dodged a pillow the blue troll had thrown.

“Respect your elders!” Wani yelled and the rest of them burst into laughter.

“Wani, chill. You know we’re just teasing,” Gomdori said as she put her hands on the troll’s and lead her to the vanity and sat her down.

“Besides, we know why he’s taking you out specifically, to make new friends, which is very sweet of him,” Baby Bun nodded and handed Gomdori a clip that she slid into the blue troll’s hair.

“Yeah, you deserve some down time after helping us settle in,” Ari agreed and they all stepped back to admire their work on Wani’s hair.

“But just so you know, if you did like him we would be thrilled-” began Kim Petit.

“Okay, let’s go to this party!” Wani yelled, desperate to get them to stop talking about Tresillo.

***

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Pop Village and their jaws dropped.

“Are...are we late?” Ari asked, looking at the huge pit of trolls of all shapes and colours jumping up and down to some of King Trollex’s beats.

“Nope, you’re right on time!” a familiar voice said and Wani grinned.

“Tracy, this doesn’t look on time,” she said, gesturing to the area packed with trolls.

“Pop trolls know how to party, I’ll give ‘em that. Now c’mon, I got some friends to introduce you too.”

“What about my friends-?”

“Wani, just go!” Gomdori said in English, and Wani smiled at how fluent she sounded.

“Okay, okay! Bye girls!”

The two of them walked away and Baby Bun turned to face the rest of the k-pop gang.

“How much do you want to bet they’ll get together by the end of the night?”

They all laughed and headed towards the dance floor.

On the sidelines of the dance floor, there were designated ‘chill’ spaces with bean bags and chairs were Tresillo introduced Wani to Hickory.

“This is Hickory. A yodeller but lover of country,” Tresillo said.

“Oh, you’re the other bounty hunter!” she said, remembering that he never showed up for the meeting with Queen Barb.

“Yep, but I don’t do that anymore. Just me n’ the music I love,” he said with a wink.

“Yeah, guess we’re like a band of bounty hunters all reformed, huh?” Wani said with a laugh and Hickory grinned.

“Yeah, guess you could say that. Oh and have you had anything to drink yet? I should warn you that once you get on the dance floor...it’s easy to stay there for two hours or more because the set list is incredible.”

“No...is there a drink bar?” Wani asked and Tresillo nodded before pointing to one not too far away from them.

“They’re scattered all over the area so that the queues aren’t too long. Wani, you want something?” Tresillo asked.

She smiled gratefully and nodded before he made his way to the drink bar.

As the reggaeton troll stood in the queue, Hickory turned to the k-pop troll and gave her a knowing smile.

“So how long have you two been a couple?” he asked and her eyes widened.

“We- no. We aren’t a couple-”

“Well, I can see that you like him darlin’.”

“You are assuming things-”

“Wani, I’ve known you for less than half an hour and I can see your heart leaking out your chest for that guy. Now what’s stopping you?”

She was quiet for a while before answering him. There was no use in lying to him and maybe...he had some advice.

“I do like him but...it just feels fast...and it feels like everyone’s pressuring me to get together with him and...I don’t know if I like him because I like him like that or if I like him just because he’s nice to me and talks to me.”

“And have you told him that?”

“Well I don’t know if he likes me.”

“Let’s me tell you a secret. If a troll gives you the attention he’s currently giving you then you do have his attention. So do what you can now to set a boundary and see where it goes. There’s no harm in tryin’.”

“I’m feeling nervous now,” she groaned.

“I’m not saying you have to do anything about it right away. I’m just sayin’ the faster you set a boundary, the better because...let’s just say Tresillo is popular amongst some trolls here,” he chuckled before motioning to the juice bar.

Wani followed his eyes and landed on Tresillo and a country troll laughing with him. She felt acid in her stomach as a rock troll squeezed his shoulder, getting awfully close.

“Oh.”

“ I’m just sayin’ Wani. If you don’t shoot your shot...you might miss him.”

“But...but I don’t even know yet. What if I just like him for being a good friend?”

“You will know. Currently you’re just trying to settle into this new mishmash of genres and that’s okay. Your heart will know when the time is right. Now, forget about your worries and enjoy your evening. Remember...if you want your own questions answered, you have to ask them.”

Tresillo came back with their drinks a few minutes later and gave Wani her one. She peered into it, the blue pieces of fruit floating on top.

“Well this looks interesting...”

“You never told me which one you wanted so I chose what I thought fit your personality,” smiled the reggaeton troll.

“Oh really? Well let’s see how well you know me,” Wani smirked before taking a sip.

Her eyes widened in surprise and took another sip before humming in approval.

“I think that’s a winner Tresillo!” Hickory nodded, “What flavour is it anyway?”

“Blue Crush.”

At his answer Wani choked on the drink, her eyes tearing up and she coughed. She felt Hickory place a hand on her shoulder and Tresillo pat her back.

“Woah, slow down there,” murmured the reggaeton troll.

“Sorry, it went down the wrong pipe,” she lied and he laughed before turning to Hickory and resuming the conversation.

While she occasionally laughed and added to the conversation, Wani’s mind was racing.

Blue Crush? Is he trying to hint that he has a crush on me? No...that’s ridiculous! It’s just a drink! A really tasty one!

“Wani? Wani!”

Tresillo’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, lost in thought!”

“Well that’s not good. I think we need to get you on the dance floor!” he said with a smirk and she nodded enthusiastically.

“You two enjoy it. I’m going to stay here for a little longer before going back,” Hickory said and they made their way to the dance floor.

While dancing, Tresillo introduced her to other trolls. Soon she was losing count of everyone she had met and their names after five songs. She was relieved when she saw Poppy and Branch dancing and grabbed the reggaeton troll’s hand and made her way over to them.

“Poppy! Branch!” she yelled and the couple perked up at her voice.

“Wani! Tresillo! How are you finding the Summer Song Dance Party?” Poppy asked as she did a twirl.

“It’s great! Wanna dance together?” Wani asked and Poppy nooded before she grabbed her hand, and using her pink hair, catapulted them to a platform that overlooked the dance floor.

King Trollex noticed them and grinned, playing a new song that the two trolls could dance too.

“Attention everybody! Let me see your hands up!” he yelled into his microphone and the trolls screamed enthusiastically as he began to build up for the beat drop.

“You read to throw down?” Poppy laughed.

“Not without us!” Branch said as he landed on the same platform with Tresillo and they all laughed before jumping together as the beat dropped.

“Wooo!” Poppy yelled as the song ended and King Trollex took a bow before Queen Barb took over the DJ station.

“What up everyone!? How we feeling tonight?” she yelled and she was greeted with applause and screams.

“Now I’d usually start playing some hard rock but...I notice four trolls on a platform just a little above me and I think...this calls for a dance off!” she yelled and Wani froze in place as a large spotlight was directed at them.

“W-What?!” she said, panic rising in her.

“How does that sound trolls?” Barb asked, her smile pearly white and the screams were even louder.

“Yeah! Let’s do this Branch!” Poppy said but was interrupted by Barb.

“How about...boys against girls?” Barb asked and the screams were deafening, “Looks like the crowd has made up their mind!”

“I...I don’t know if I can do this-” Wani said nervously.

“You’ll be great Wani! You’re a great dancer! C’mon I’m on your side!” Poppy said, mischief sparkling in her eyes.

“I mean...if you forfeit then we win by default...” Tresillo said, a lazy smile on his face and that was enough for Wani to grab Poppy by the hand.

“Poppy, we’re winning this! Now!” she said determinedly and Poppy swung them off the platform and down to the dance floor.

A circle was made for them to dance and Branch and Tresillo joined.

“Okay everyone! May the best dancers win!” Barb yelled and she began to play a medley of genres causing the crowd to go nuts.

Poppy and Wani started first, moving their bodies elegantly to a classical remix before Branch and Tresillo took over with an infectious pop song. Wani glared at Tresillo, her competitive spirit getting the better of her and proceeded to dance her heart out.

It was bringing back memories of when they had their first dance off all those months ago, when they needed Branch to find Queen Poppy to give Barb the pop string.

Tresillo only winked at her and she rolled her eyes. From where they were standing, Branch and Tresillo looked like they were going to win. She needed to think fast.

She grabbed Poppy’s hand and gave her a nod and the pink troll grinned before they did a cartwheel into a split as the beat ended and the crowd went wild.

“Wow...that was some crazy dancing but who’s the winner?” Barb asked and protests came from the crowd, “Okay looks like we need a tie breaker! Wani and Tresillo! You two will be the tie breaker!”

Wani got nervous all over again but she looked at the reggaeton troll and he gave her an encouraging nod before she took centre stage with Tresillo.

“You ready to lose?” he asked with a grin.

“In your dreams!” she scoffed but her jaw dropped when a reggaeton song started playing.

Báilame como si fuera la última vez

Y enséñame ese pasito que no sé

Un besito bien suavecito, bebé

Taki taki, taki taki, ¡rumba!

“Woah, how is this fair?! He’s a reggaeton troll!” she yelled but Tresillo just laughed.

“Just dance baby!” he said before busting into a series of fluid movements earning applause from the audience.

She joined in, earning screams of encouragement from Poppy and the k-pop trolls.

“Destroy him!” Baby Bun yelled in Korean and Wani couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’d she say?” Tresillo asked and she laughed more as she danced.

“It’s nothing!” she laughed and before she knew it the song had ended.

“Well that was quite a performance but let’s end this with one more song!” Barb yelled and the familiar notes of a song hit Wani’s ears.

She immediately started dancing, the song flowing through her and she heard the k-pop trolls behind her sing along to the lyrics.

You got me feeling like a psycho psycho

우릴 보고 말해 자꾸 자꾸

다시 안 볼 듯 싸우다가도

붙어 다니니 말야

이해가 안 간대

웃기지도 않대

맞아 Psycho psycho

서로 좋아 죽는 바보 바보

너 없인 어지럽고 슬퍼져

기운도 막 없어요

둘이 잘 만났대

Hey now we’ll be ok!

Wani danced her heart out and when she heard that it was a remix, she free-styled a few moves causing the crowd to go insane.

As she did a spin, she briefly made eye contact with Tresillo and-

He wasn’t dancing.

He was staring at her and has a small smile on his face as he watched.

She felt her heart squeeze as she finished the final move right in front of him, her hand on her hip as she whispered the last word.

“Psycho...”

The crowd burst into applause and Barb grinned as she raised the microphone to her mouth.

“Since Wani’s applause was louder, she has officially won the dance battle! Congrats!”

Poppy squealed and lifted the k-pop troll into a hug.

“Wani! That was incredible!” she said as she put her down.

“Yeah, great job.” Branch said sulkily and Poppy gave him a playful shove.

“Thanks but I can’t say anything because Tracy didn’t dance!” Wani said with a snort and the reggaeton troll rolled his eyes.

“I was stunned okay. It’s not my fault you’re an excellent dancer.”

“Thank you,” Wani said softly, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

Before they could say anything else, Barb played the first few chords of a rock song on her guitar and the dance floor immediately was swamped once more.

Wani managed to squeeze her way out of the dance floor after a few minutes and headed towards the juice bar, only to find Tresillo there already, holding two cups.

“I figured you’d need this after that dance battle,” he said as he handed her the cup and she smiled gratefully.

The music was loud and as the two of them sat down at the chill section, Wani was approached by trolls she had never met before, all introducing themselves.

"Hi! You are an amazing dancer!"

"Hey, you did great out there! You dance so fluidly!"

"Woah, can you teach us some of the dance moves?"

Tresillo watched her easily make friends and he grinned as she finished her juice. He gestured to her.

You want another one?

She nodded and he headed back to the juice bar.

When he got back, Wani seemed to have more trolls around her and when she saw him, she leapt off the beanbag.

“Thanks everyone for the great time but I think the sore loser needs some cheering up,” she teased and the group of trolls giggled at him.

He was about to object because he did not need cheering up when she grabbed his hand and walked up one of the hills.

“Look Miss Popular, I do not need cheering up-”

“I know. I just wanted to spend some time with you,” she shrugged and he looked at her in surprise.

“Wait but you are here to make more friends-”

“-And I think I have enough for one night,” she said with a smile, gesturing to the group of trolls that were hanging around her previously in the chill area.

“Oh...I guess you’re right. Looks like all you needed to do was win a dance battle to get your name out there,” he nodded and they sat down, overlooking the whole party.

“I mean I’ve forgotten half of their names but I’ll get there eventually. I already have lunch plans with Barb and Poppy on Tuesday, a house party invite from a country troll and got invited to a Mix Off from Prince C,” she said with a cheeky smile.

She sipped her juice and they collapsed into a comfortable silence.

“Thanks for tonight Tresillo. I really appreciate you going out of your way to make me feel like I belong here.”

“Aye, it’s no problem. Us subculture trolls need to stick together and get more people liking our music aight?” he said with a chuckle and she giggled.

“Definitely.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“What did the song you dance to mean? I mean I heard bits of English like ‘psycho’ and ‘we’ll be okay’ but I don’t know the meaning and I was wondering if you could explain.”

Wani set her cup down and looked down at the grass beneath them, her face getting warm.

“It’s a love song-” she said softly and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“-But you’re saying ‘you got me feeling like a psycho'...Isn’t that a bad thing?”

“Let me finish!” Wani said and bumped him on his shoulder.

She hummed for a minute and looked at the stars in the sky.

“The song talks about a relationship where two lovers, whose love is constantly being perceived as toxic and crazy by other individuals, admit that their love is special and strange; as though one minute they’re about to break each other and the next, they makeup. They say that they are beautiful and sad, like the moon and river. That they feel dizzy and sad without each other like all their energy has been sucked out of them. And because they are together, that they are also often seen as psychos to those individuals.”

“Okay I didn’t know k-pop could get that deep,” Tresillo said, holding his hand to his heart and she laughed.

“Yeah, you’re missing out! But to be fair there is a song called Zimalabim and...let’s just say it became a bit of a meme in the k-pop community,” she said as she demonstrated the dance and song.

“What does Zimzalabim even mean?”

“Theories range from Zim, Zala and Bim being three trickster demons to those words being used as magical words like Abracadabra. In all honestly, I’m not even sure anymore.”

“Okay now that’s weird!”

“You can’t judge because what does ‘Taki Taki’ even mean?” she enquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh...it doesn’t really mean anything-”

“Ha!”

“But there’s been hints to uh...explicit things?” he struggled, blushing.

Wani stared at him before laughing and soon they were laughing together at their genres. They settled into a silence again and Wani felt her heart begin to beat a little faster. Hickory’s words were echoing through her mind.

If you don’t shoot your shot...you might miss him.

“Tresillo...I need to tell you something,” she said and he turned t look at her.

“Wow, no nickname? Must be serious,” he teased and she shushed him, her heart pounding.

“I...I was really nervous about tonight. I knew that the party was happening but I wasn’t planning to go until you asked me. I can’t thank you enough for making me come with you,” she said quickly, cursing that she completely avoided the real thing she wanted to tell him.

“It’s no problem. I wanted you to be happy and now you’re the life of the party,” he chuckled.

“Yeah it’s just...” she sighed and turned her whole body so that she was facing him directly.

“Look this might be a big mistake but...I think I like you. Like more than a friend but I’m terrified of messing up what we have now. And I don’t know if I like you because I actually really do like you or if it’s because you’re just nice to me.”

He looked at her, surprise written on his face before asking, “Is that why you choked on your juice earlier?”

“What? No! Yes! Maybe! You said it was Blue Crush flavour and I’m blue and I thought you were giving my subliminal messages!” she yelled, her face going bright red and he laughed.

“Okay...well if I told you I liked you too...what would you say to that?” he asked, his voice low and sending shivers down her spine.

“I...I would be really happy and relieved that you feel the same way but...I need you to know that I’ll probably set boundaries. I don’t want to seem like I’m leading you on but I need those boundaries.”

Her heart was thudding in her chest. This was what scared her the most.

“Boundaries? Like what?”

“Like...you’re going to have to be super patient with me on PDA and I’m not ready for a lot of relationship things...I guess I just wanted to ‘shoot my shot’ with you so that no other troll go you before I had a chance.”

He was quiet.

“So...you’re saying that you’re confessing you like me now because you thought that some other troll would catch my eye?”

“I mean...you have trolls grabbing you left and right! I saw those rock and country trolls at the juice bar getting close with you! And you’re attractive, a great dancer and your Spanish is so lovely to listen to and-” Wani stopped herself when she saw him smirking at her.

“You repeat this to anyone and you’re dead,” she threatened but he just chuckled.

“Wani, I’ve only had eyes for you for a long time. Sure other trolls and nice but you...you are...something else entirely. An ethereal something else and if those boundaries make you feel more comfortable...then I’m willing to do that for as long as it takes.”

“Even if it takes me a year to kiss you?”

“Wait, I seriously have to wait that long?” he asked, horror on his face before taking a deep breath, “Okay, okay I guess I can try-”

“-Nah, I’m just kidding about that,” she giggled, threading her hand through his and planted a kiss on his now intertwined hand, “But I might be really nervous at first so just...wait for me okay?”

“Okay,” he said lightly kissed her cheek, “Can I put my arm around you?”

Wani gave him a smile so bright, he thought he’s seen the sun and she cuddled up next to him.

The two watched the party from the hill and when Poppy called for a slow song to play, Wani stood up and offered her hand.

“I...I thought you wanted to take thing slow? You want us to slow dance in front of everyone?”

“I was thinking slow dancing right here.”

He took her hand and she pulled him close as the familiar notes of a love song echoed around them.

I found myself dreaming

In silver and gold

Like a scene from a movie

That every broken heart knows

“This must’ve been hard for you. Admitting you like someone is scary,” he murmured.

“It was at first but I knew it would hurt me more if I didn’t say anything and...”

“And what?”

“You’re worth it Tracy,” she giggled and for a minute, he thought his heart was going to burst.

“I...I don’t know if I would’ve had that much confidence,” he admitted.

“Really? But you’re one of the smoothest trolls I know.”

“Being smooth around people is one thing but being smooth and brave enough to admit that I care about someone...that’s different.”

“Hmmm I’d like to think you would’ve done something if another troll tried to shoot their shot with me,” Wani said confidently.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

I’m gonna love you

Like I’m gonna lose you

I’m gonna hold you

Like I’m saying goodbye

“So what do your friends think of this? Did you tell them about this plan before?”

“They knew I liked you but-”

“Ha! I told you they were going to end up together before the end of the evening! Branch owes me big time!”

Ari’s voice shattered the atmosphere and Wani turned to see the k-pop trolls grinning at her a few metres away.

“You made a bet?” she yelled and they burst into a fit of giggles.

“Enjoy your evening Wani! We’ll talk when we get home!” Kim-Petit yelled as they ran away.

“Those little demons,” the k-pop troll huffed and Tresillo grinned.

“They just love you. Now are you going to dance with me or keep complaining about your friends?”

He let out a yelp when she dipped him and gazed into his eyes.

“Dance with you obviously.”

And they danced for the rest of the evening, their laughter filling the space and their feelings no longer a secret.

It felt great to have set boundaries with Tresillo and he respected it which made it even better.

He didn’t complain when they didn’t hold hands walking back to her house and when it was time to say goodnight, he was expecting a hug.

He never expected a kiss on the cheek from her and he melted immediately when she kissed him.

“You are going to have to warn me when you do that,” he whispered, breathless.

“Sorry, guess it is me calling the boundaries right?”

“No, I meant when you kiss me because I was not ready for that. The boundaries are not a problem,” he said.

Wani sighed happily and hugged him.

“You are absolutely wonderful. Thank you Tresillo. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Wani. I’ll see you soon.”

She gave him one last kiss on the cheek before opening the door before she was tackled by her friends.

“Wani! How was your date?” Gomdori asked

“Yeah you gotta tell us everything!” Ari squealed.

“Guys slow down I just got back!” Wani yelled.

“Wait did he walk you home? That’s so sweet!” Kim-petit gushed.

“Uh...I’m right here...” he said with an awkward smile and they registered that he had just witnessed them tackle Wani to the floor.

“Oh hey, Tresillo,” Baby Bun said, getting up off the floor and offering her hand out.

He looked confused as he shook it and Baby Bun nodded.

“As the eldest of our group, I’m warning you that if you hurt Wani in any way, we will destroy you.”

The blue k-pop troll's jaw dropped and before she could protest Tresillo spoke.

“She means a lot to me. I never want to hurt her and I will do my best to make her feel cared for. If I hurt her in any way, feel free to know some sense into me.”

Baby Bun seemed satisfied by his answer and gave him a rare smile before walking inside.

“Goodnight everyone. I’m going to sleep!” she announced and one by one the other girls said their goodbyes and walked inside.

“You handled that really well,” Wani said impressed, "Baby Bun is usually overprotective but you seemed to pass the test."

“What can I say? I’m the smoothest troll you know,” he winked and she shoved him playfully.

“Goodnight. Sweet dreams,” she said as she closed the door.

“Goodnight.”

As he walked away, he could hear the k-pop trolls ambush her again as she entered the house with screams and squeals and he smiled.

I think we’re going to work out just fine Wani.

He hummed the last few verses of Psycho before looking back at the house one more time.

We'll be okay.

#trolls #trolls the world tour #trolls world tour #broppy #tresillo x wani #my writing #vanilla107 writes #branch #poppy #wani #kpop trolls #tresillo

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vampirequeenoffan · 6 years

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Major Trollhunters spoilers under the cut because I am!! Mad and no one I know in real life understands my pain ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I love so GODDAMN much about this show okay!!!! So do not get me wrong it is Amazing and has so many kickass characters and I could go ON AND ON about how much I love it and how dimensional and well-thought-out it is so just.

This one thing.

Troll Jim. Now, here’s the thing, it takes a lot for me to not like a monster form. Were I not ace as hell I would be a Certified Monsterfucker. And! AND! I actually really love the troll Jim design.

I just hate why and how it happens.

Like. . . let’s just be practical here. Your enemy (Gunmar’s army) can’t go out in the sunlight. That is your one, single, only advantage and has saved your ass countless times. Do you then make it so you can’t go out in the sunlight, or do you, you know, not do that?

Let’s set aside for the moment how badly it disrupts Jim’s life! Let’s look at it purely from a tactical standpoint. You lose your biggest advantage, which is that you can move around in the sun and your enemy can’t. You trade this in for being a little stronger and a little faster. . . which doesn’t actually fucking matter, because Gunmar, the guy you’re fighting, can easily kill trolls. Full trolls. The advantage you’re gaining, slightly enhanced physical prowess, is not equal to the one you’re losing, the ability to not fucking die during the daytime.

Now, returning to how badly it fucks up Jim’s life, this shit is permanent!!! Trolls live fucking forever, unless they get killed, so he will now outlive:

–His mother

–His girlfriend

–His best friend

–Fucking

–Everyone

–Except for other trolls

He also can’t go out in the daylight anymore, which means he can’t finish high school or go to college or even just. . . sunbathe. Or go outside during the daytime ever. Which, if he still has human brain chemistry, is gonna fuck him up. Humans need sunlight to continue functioning as normal, that’s why humans in places that don’t get a lot of sunlight need sun lamps and shit to stay healthy.

That much I could have handled. I would’ve still thought it was stupid, but I could’ve handled it. Merlin, this supposedly wise man with glimpses of the future decides to give up their best advantage because destiny? Whatever, he’s a moron, but fine.

But.

Jim.

Can’t.

Eat.

Human.

Food.

Anymore.

Are you serious? Are you fucking serious? He’s a chef. He started cooking for his mom after his dad left them because it was hIS WAY OF TAKING CARE OF HER AND ULTIMATELY BROUGHT THEM A WAY TO BOND. And now he can’t do that anymore, can’t enjoy the one human hobby he had left, because his new stupid troll body won’t let him eat normal human food.

What the fuck.

I actually cried when he tried to have dinner with his mom because??? It’s permanent. It’s for forever. When he was terrified of what he’d turned into he turned to cooking for comfort and he couldn’t even enjoy that. Like, I get that it was supposed to be a powerful moment emphasizing what he’d given up, but that’s the problem. He gave up so much to become ‘half troll,’ and for what? To be slightly faster and slightly stronger? He had an actual goddamn army at his back, that shouldn’t have mattered.

That level of angst is acceptable in fanfiction because you can at least console yourself as you’re sobbing on your pillow with the fact that it isn’t cannon. The consequences of his decision were so well-thought-out that I just can’t stand how little the reasoning for his transformation was. Besides that, with all the emphasis the show placed on how being human was his greatest asset, I expected more from them than to solve the final fight with deus ex troll. Claire, the very human Claire, was the one who finally took out Morgana. Morgana. The big bad that was even worse than Gunmar. And they landed the most blows on her when all of them, troll and human together, worked as one. I would understand, sort of, if Jim was given a form he could switch back and forth between. Changling Jim would have been. . . fine. You could’ve had all the angst at trouble with transforming without any of the stupidity caused by the reasoning for the decision. Narratively speaking, it probably would have worked better, because then he would be the true harmony between human and troll, not just. . . a troll thats kinda lanky and can bleed.

And, for all the immediate aftermath of his transformation was handled well, I can’t even begin to express how pissed off I was at how it was resolved. Jim’s problem wasn’t that he thought his friends and family wouldn’t accept him, it was that he suddenly found himself unable to do or enjoy any of the things he’d loved for the entirety of his life. I love all of what his family said to him– how even if he can’t do the same things he used to, he can still “let us help you.” That was touching and lovely and made me cry some more.

But it doesn’t solve anything. So Merlin sweeping up at the end there like glad you got off your period Jim now let’s talk like sensible adults instead of babies was fucking moronic. I would have killed for Jim to have punched him in the goddamn face when he waltzed in like that but instead he just. . . smiled vaguely. Like the fact that everything he loved was ruined now was fine just because someone had hugged him.

I live with depression. I know a little something about having the things you love systematically stripped from you. And the thing is, while having the support of those you love helps you through it, it does not fix it. It belittles Jim’s emotions and all of the human experience to act like it does.

Uuuugh I feel so bitter but there it is. I don’t usually complain like this but I needed to get this shit off my chest. Maybe I’ll do a lighthearted comic or something on the subject so that my incoherent screaming can make people in the fandom laugh, idk. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

TLDR, the advantage Jim gained by becoming a troll did not outweigh the advantages he gave up, and though I love this show for many reasons, this one flaw seems catastrophically large and is very frustrating for me. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#Trollhunters #Trollhunters spoilers #Negative #I LOVE THIS SHOW OKAY DO NOT GET ME WRONG #LOVE IT #IT HAS SUCH NUANCED CHARACTERS AND KICKASS STORYLINES AND GORGEOUS ANIMATION I JUST #UGH

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blues-sevenfold · 1 year

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Updated List of AUs:

This excludes dream lands, spirit lands, virtual lands, anything else of the like.

ISOT Mosaic Universe

Troll Universe (influences from Homestuck and Steven Universe)

Anthro-Animal Universe

Human Egg Universe

Stone Universe (stonepunk+solarpunk)

Candy Land Universe

Mermaid Universe

Greys Earth Universe* (no Avenged Sevenfold or Matt Baker)

Sandal Universe

Medieval Fantasy Duoverse

Gothic Fantasy Universe

Superhero Universe

Daemon Universe

Balloon Universe

Merlin Universe

Uplifted Animal Universe (Post-Plague Universe refuge)

CBS Metaverse (post-cyberpunk, biopunk, and solarpunk)

Lunarpunk Universe (solarpunk+vampires)

Vampire Universe

ISOT Animated Universe (Animated Universe)

Ten Kingdoms Duoverse

Weird Moon Universe

Inyanga Universe

Arcadia Duoverse (Old Earth & New Earth)

Magical Enclave Prime Universe (Magical Enclave Duoverse)

Magical Enclave Augmented Universe (Magical Enclave Duoverse)

Youth Society Universe

Youth Found Universe (Youth Lost Universe)

Spontaneous Solarpunk Universe

Simulation Metaverse

Clockpunk Universe (plus solarpunk)

Steampunk Universe

Retro Fifties Universe

Retro Eighties Universe

ISOT Super Universe

ISOT 1507 Universe (part of ISOT Triverse)

ISOT 1957 Universe (part of ISOT Triverse)

ISOT 2007 Universe (part of ISOT Triverse)

ISOT Prime Universe (2107)

4L2L Universe (Four Lives to Live)

5L2L Universe (Five Lives to Live)

Spa Universe

Keys Universe

Temporal Universe

Sliders #1 Universe* (James Baker dead, no Matt Baker)

Sliders #2 Universe* (James Baker alive, no Matt Baker)

Sliders #3 Universe* (James Baker alive, no Zacky Vengeance)

Zelda Baker Universe* (no Matt Baker)

Harmony Cole Universe (part of Harmony Duoverse)

Harmony Wood Universe (part of Harmony Duoverse)

Jimmy Replay Universe

Body Swap Universe

Flashback Universe

Internet Portal 2007 Universe (part of Internet Portal Duoverse)

Internet Portal 2022 Universe (part of Internet Portal Duoverse)

This list might possibly expand.

I decided to nix Extraterrestrial Universe for various reasons. Other ideas I’ve toyed around with but have since scratched include Anthro-Animal, Human Egg, an earlier version of CBS (POD was more recent), and a few variations involving Dieselpunk or Atompunk.

I reordered this list from most fantasy based to least. Troll Universe doesn’t even take place in our universe, so that one is listed first. The next three are Earth, but the POD goes back millennia. The next two have a bit more recent histories (centuries) that vaguely resemble that of our world. CBS, Lunarpunk, and Vampire have very similar history to ours until recently - with the fantasy beings largely in hiding. Clockpunk was *mostly* our world prior to the failed mission of Christopher Columbus. but various non-active psionic phenomena have been well-documented and largely accepted. Steampunk has a POD going back a few centuries, but no known fantasy elements. ISOT Triverse has no known fantasy elements, other then the mass temporal event. The last two are the most like our world. Time travel only affects about a half-dozen people, and not much of the world is otherwise largely affected.

ETA 1/17/19: The last three items on the list are unsorted. Anthro-Animal would probably be between Troll and Candy Land. ISOT Super would probably fit in with the ISOT Triverse. ISOT Mosaic is a bit of a complex one, and might go above even Troll Universe. I think that’s all of them, now. Since I did actually opt to flash out Anthro-Animal Universe, I might end up also fleshing out Human Egg Universe.

ETA 1/31/20: Whoa! It’s been a bit over a year since I really thought of ideas for full-fledged alternate universes, although I did come up quite a few ideas for cyber realms in the CBS Metaverse. However, I got to thinking of the live-action TV series called Sliders - which focuses on exploring alternate Earths. It’s sorta like the science fiction counterpart to the trading card game called Magic the Gathering. So then I got to thinking of Jimmy Reed and Zacky Vengeance as Sliders. So six new universes spawned from that concept (James Baker Dead Universe, James Baker Alive Universe, Avenging Gaia Universe, Greys Earth Universe, Zelda Baker Universe, Uplifted Animal Universe). I did not count any of the post-apocalyptic worlds or the one without sapient life. Also not included are other ISOT universes in which Jimmy Reed and Avenged Sevenfold aren’t really affected.

Greys Earth Universe and Uplifted Animal Universe are the two major additions, while the other four are relatively minor changes - which does not have much effect on the sociopolitical nature of the world at large.

ETA 6/17/2020: Added Ten Kingdoms Duoverse.

ETA 8/5/2020: Added Youth Found Universe.

ETA 4/3/2021: Added Simulation Metaverse and ISOT Animated Universe.

ETA 6/27/2021: Added Stone Universe.

ETA 8/19/2021: Added Merlin Universe, Harmony Cole Universe, and Harmony Wood Universe.

ETA 1/29/2022: Added Youth Society Universe, Spontaneous Solarpunk Universe, and Weird Moon Universe.

ETA 4/16/2023: Added Jimmy Replay Universe, Body Swap Universe, Flashback Universe, Internet Portal 2007 Universe, and Internet Portal 2022 Universe.

#world building #universe round up #multiverse #text post #xg

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dreamsinger-rose · 6 years

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Review - Trolls

First off, if you’d like to see other stuff I’ve written, on Fanfiction.net I am Dreamsinger. On Amazon, my usually-very-comprehensive reviews are under Gemseeker.

For my first post I thought I’d start with a review I wrote about a movie I fell in love with recently - Dreamworks’ Trolls. I posted a shorter version of this review on Amazon. I couldn’t post the whole thing - apparently it was too long! LOL. Feel free to make a comment - or multiple ones, seeing as how I go through quite a few different points that may be easier to discuss separately. I’m looking forward to hearing what you all have to say :)

Funny, clever and heartwarming. Characters you care about- one has PTSD. Catchy music, gorgeous colorful animation

This is a funny, funny movie. Make no doubt about that. But there are a lot of touching, subtle messages in this movie as well. Don't get me wrong, you can look at it two ways - on the surface it's a comical, musical adventure about a pair of not-quite-friends who team up to rescue a group of trolls kidnapped by a monster called a bergen who wants to eat them. Kind of generic, right?

But as a story writer with an interest in psychology, I see a lot more going on, if you only care to notice. Without going too much into spoiler territory, here's what stood out to me and made Trolls a beloved favorite of mine.

The troll world is fantastically unique, a place where the laws of science, particularly physics and biology, are very different from our world. For example, trolls use their hair for all sorts of things; it moves and stretches at will. There are certain trolls whose bodies produce cupcakes (that are apparently edible); others produce sparkly glitter that is used in various creative and/or defensive ways. Oddly enough, I don't find this offensive; what appear to be fart jokes aren't, not quite. Also, trolls' skin and hair colors can change rather dramatically. This fact becomes hugely significant later.

Troll culture has some rather unique points – clothing is apparently optional. The glitter-trolls don't wear clothes, but there are no embarrassing bits displayed, so I’m fine with that. There is a charming custom called Hug Time, where every hour, trolls are supposed to participate in group hugs. Trolls actively teach their children that everyone deserves to be happy - that it's important to care about others and live in harmony. They also have this tragic backstory that is not gone into much in the movie; namely, that older trolls must have had friends and loved ones eaten by the bergens in the past, which makes me wonder if they have something of the mentality of oppressed people, who feel a strong need to stick together.

The animation is absolutely gorgeous, with brilliant colors that appeal to the artist in me. But even more so, what struck me the first time I saw Trolls was that none of the characters -not one- fit what we think of as traditional beauty. There are no "beautiful people" here, just regular people who work and laugh and go on dates and -successfully- fall in love. That's a powerful message. Think about it.

What I love most about Trolls is how so many of the characters learn from each other and grow into better people. The troll princess, Poppy, is cheerful, fun-loving and well-meaning at the beginning, but when disaster strikes, she takes on the responsibility of rescuing her friends, despite knowing nothing about the world outside her village. I admire her leadership and positive thinking – she is a great role model for the other characters. Her funny, upbeat song "Get Back Up Again" is one I've used myself to get through tough times...

In conflicts with other characters that could easily have ended badly, Poppy demonstrates a lot of compassion and forgiveness, as well as the ability to just "roll with it". Those are valuable people skills, and really impressed me. She isn't perfect, though - she can be pushy, manipulative and irritating. Poppy is the personification of hope, which is all the more heartbreaking when she finally breaks down and ends up being the one who needs help herself. She also demonstrates resiliency, and is able to bounce back and make good decisions despite all that happens to her.

The character Bridget (her name means "strength", by the way) is a simple, caring bergen who could easily have been the star of a Cinderella-type story all by herself. A scullery maid hopelessly in love and despairing of ever having the courage to tell him, she begins to change when she meets the trolls. By the end of the film you feel so proud of her for stepping up and doing what she feels is the right, no matter what it costs her. From her, we learn self-confidence, self-sacrifice and courage. A truly admirable, and likable, character. Her voice actress' singing is phenomenal. She can do everything from tremulous love songs to disco funk.

My favorite character, hands down, is Branch. "I don't sing, and I don't relax. This is the way I am, and I like it!" He's easily the most complicated person I've seen in an animated film in a long, long time. While he is prone to outbursts of temper and paranoia that the other trolls find tiresome, (truly, he is hilarious in these scenes!) Branch is also very caring, more than he wants to admit, even to himself. As the only gray troll in the village, his color is more significant than we realize at first. He has a dark past that is hinted at almost from the start, and a lot of emotional issues (related to guilt, of all things), to overcome. I admit it; my heart goes out to him.

I love his character design. He wears a vest that reminds me of gingerbread house trim, all rows of overlapping half-circles or semi-arches, worn with a pair of endearingly clumsily-sewn shorts. One of the other characters even comments on his vest, which makes me wonder if it was a gift from someone special… Branch is also the first young character I've ever seen with crow's-feet, premature stress-induced wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, something that gives his face a remarkable amount of character.

Despite his problems, Branch is portrayed as a strong character, who is methodical, resourceful and intelligent, good at mechanical engineering, physically capable and agile. He demonstrates a certain wry sense of humor at times. He is all the more brave for facing his fears out of love for a certain someone. A small spoiler that I think most of us would guess anyway, seeing as how he is voiced by Justin Timberlake: Branch's song True Colors is one of the sweetest, most charming songs I've ever heard. (I bought the Trolls music right afterward.)

The voice talent, as I've said above, is excellent. Every song is sung with so many fine nuances (Poppy's voice trembles, Branch has the most delicate, sensitive tone I think I've ever heard). I like how Poppy's voice goes husky when she's feeling emotional. I love how Branch's voice cracks when he's nervous or upset. I find the fact that three of the other trolls have different accents from the rest fascinating, making me speculate on whether there is more than one troll village out there.

There are very few areas of which I'm critical; one being the use of a few religious terms like "Oh, my God" and "angel", but as they are used in a non-religious way I can accept that. There is no swearing and aside from the glitter/cupcake jokes, no actual toilet humor, which is often the reason I won't buy an otherwise decent movie.

One area that I wish had been explained, even briefly, is how bergens justified eating trolls, seeing as how they can talk with them. Did they think they were just some kind of silly animal that happened to be able to speak/sing? It makes it harder to sympathize with the bergens, even after we see how miserably depressed they all are.

"Happiness isn't something you put inside you; it's already there. Sometimes you just need someone to help you find it." -A quote from Poppy with massively significant undertones, so subtle I didn't see it until I'd seen the movie several times. Bergens have what they consider a good reason to eat trolls –they believe it makes a bergen "truly happy". Sounds kind of addictive, doesn't it? Is that reason all the current bergens believe themselves to be miserable (BTW, why do they have a roller rink/pizza parlor if they're so unhappy?), even those bergens who have never eaten a troll? Because most of them were addicted and even twenty years later still long for what they perceived as “true happiness”?

Don't forget to check out the bonus content. There's a series of clips called Troll To Troll, where Poppy and Branch engage in amusing dialog that helped me understand Branch's character better. While he's often described as a grumpy loner in other reviews, the Branch in the clips seemed to be more social and less angry, with his biggest emotional problems relating to anxiety, not hostility.

Final notes: There's a reference in one of the songs called "Sunshine Day" from the Brady Bunch.

Although Poppy is portrayed as the main character, Branch and Bridget are really the true protagonists. They grow and change more than anyone else.

Overall, I believe that Dreamworks did a fantastic job on Trolls. I feel that a lot of the people who worked on it have some background in psychology, (or suffer from anxiety or depression or know people who do) since many of their films have a strong emphasis on emotions, and Trolls is one of the best movies they have ever produced. (Thank you, Dreamworks!)

Be sure to check out the Trolls holiday special, and the cartoon series based on the movie, too. There’s also a two-minute short called Trolla-Palooza Tour, where we get to see Branch play the electric guitar.

There’s lots more I could go into, especially now that the TV series is out (still not sure if it counts as canon or not) so please comment/reblog, and thanks for reading this massive post ^_^

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True Colors

Inspired by: @ask-artsy-oncie, @tisbubb, and @dawnbuneary (Love your content guys)

I didn’t call it “True Colors” because of the song, but because imma try to focus on making it about not hiding your real personality. The first three chapters are mainly fluff, but the next ones will actually get a story going.

P.S This first chapter was made at 4 AM where I am. So sorry for the bad grammar, but it gets better for the next two. I…I wont promise but understand that this is my first Broppy Fanfic. So it might not be as good as others you’ve read. Anyways, enjoy!

“20 years ago, Trolls and Bergens didn’t live together in peace and harmony. The Bergens believed that if they ate a Troll, it’ll give them true happiness like the Trolls had. They had a holiday named Trollstice, where they’d eat a Troll once a year for happiness. However, on a very special Trollstice, King Peppy helped the Trolls escape. On that very day, Prince Gristle was told he’d never be happy, and that the only way he ever will now is to eat a troll.”

“Due to this massacre, they banished a Bergen that was known as Chef. They didn’t really know her real name, but knew she was a Chef. So Chef it was. 20 years after, Princess Poppy, the daughter of King Peppy, decided that it would be a good idea to throw the biggest, the loudest, the craziest party ever for this anniversary. Then, a grumpy and cold-hearted(at the time) Troll named Branch warned the princess of her deeds. Saying that the party was only gonna endanger them and reveal their hiding spot to the Bergens.”

“Sadly, nobody believed him. It was like the boy who cried wolf, instead of a boy warning the people of a wolf coming, and protecting sheep. And then later, after all his lying, when it became true and nobody came to help cause they thought he was lying this time; it was a troll who cried Bergen, and protected the trolls, doing the princess job for her. But because of so many of his false alarms, they didn’t listen to his warning and Princess Poppy threw the party anyway.”

“When announcing why they’re here today, the party was crashed by an evil Bergen, taking some of the Princess friends, and her crush…..at the time” she said, taking a deep breath and then continuing. She had to add “at the time”. Her pause confused some of the kids.

“She saw the damage the Bergen had done, and then wished she never threw the party anyway. She vowed to go after her friends, it was ‘No Troll Left Behind’…..right? But her father believed she couldn’t do it by herself. But she got an idea, ‘maybe if I ask Branch to come, since he’s probably the smartest troll in the village, and he accepts, it’ll be easier to find them!’”

“She ran in down to his highly- camouflaged(?), highly-Fortified(?), safety-proof(?), survival bunker. And she knocked on his door, screaming his name until he answered from his door mat that labeled, 'Go Away!’. She tells him that they’ve been attacked and that she needed his help. After a bit, he shows her his bunker, and then she got another idea. 'If he declines my offer, while I’m gone, the trolls can hide in here instead of relocating’. She smirked and waited for his response”

“But he wasn’t straightforward much, but hinted that he didn’t want to help in the rescue mission. She left his bunker, and then told the Trolls to hide in the bunker. She left on her adventure, meeting many predators until Branch decided he wanted to come and he saved her from spiders(?) who had her captive”

“If there was one thing he didn’t like, was her singing 24/7. He told her the plan and they met up with this cloud-man-dude who was later called, Cloud Guy. He messed with Branch for a bit before he got mad and chased him into the right tunnel. The Bergens were miserable, and they went to find their friend. They watched the princess’s crush get eaten, or so they thought he did” she’d glare a bit at the book when she’d say “the princess’s crush”.

“They found out that the Bergen holding them captive had a crush on King Gristle, the Bergen was named Bridget. They made a deal that if she helped them get a friend of theirs back, they’d make her go on a date with the king. As all went well, the date went smoothly. Later that day, trying to look for their friend, they found their cage and the pet alligator-thing chased after them. Only to later find out that they weren’t in there.”

“Princess Poppy and her friends got captured by Chef, and thrown into their prison. After having hope that they can never find the Trolls, they find out that Troll they used to call a friend, sold them out. All the Trolls were found an put into a pot, loosing all hope and turned grey. But when there was no hope, the grumpy Troll; Branch, stood his ground and sang a lovely song, serenading the princess in the process and restoring the colors of all the hopeless trolls.” She smiled at that part, it was her favorite part out of the whole book about little event with Poppy and Branch having their duet.

“Bridget helped all the Trolls escape, giving a sad goodbye to the princess. But then she realized during their escape that she ruined her life to save the Trolls, and now it was time to give back. They had their little party in the castle, and the Bergens found out that true happiness isn’t something that you put inside of you, cause it’s already there. And then the Trolls and Bergens lived in harmony, as Princess Poppy became Queen Poppy. And Branch became her new boyfriend, with the title Prince Branch, until they get married..” She blushed at the line, but wasn’t noticed yet, her pink skin hiding it.

“And get the title King Branch. The End.” She said as she closed her huge scrapbook. The trollings smiled and clapped at the story, then a trolling raised their hand.

“Is it just me, or did the history book get much longer?” He asked the pink Queen.

She giggles, “YYYup! As time goes on, history continues. And we did make a lot more progress, so it would get longer!”

The yellow female troll raised a hand, “Who was the princess’s Crush’s name? And what happened to them?”

She mentally groans in annoyance from the mention of him, “His name was Creek. And he was banished, and is now an Outlaw.” She answered strictly, meaning that she was serious.

“Why did you have a crush on an outlaw?” One of the trollings asked.

“Back then I did.” She said, getting a bit frustrated with the questions about Creek.

“When you and Prince Branch have a Trolling, can I troll-sit them?” They asked, the queen blushed fiercely at the mention of her and Branch having kids.

She didn’t know how to answer the question, “I-I guess, s-sure” she replied.

“Well, that was reading time. I’ll be back later, you have free-time” She said as she stood up and left the classroom.

She climbs around in the Troll tree, which once was dead and plain, is now alive with vibrant colors. They are still in the process of moving, pods slowly start opening again and the trolls have a home to live. Instead of having a fancy pod like her and her father had cause they were royalty, she decided to live with Branch in his new bunker that was just under the tree roots.

She goes into a pod, and then a troll confronted her. This Troll was one of the best party-throwers in all of the tree. She trusted them, but they also had this suspicion to them, as Branch says. They didn’t really seem so happy to see her, not as happy as she was to see them anyway.

“Hey, Milktoast!” She said, looking for something to give to the trollings in the class, wanting to have more books for her to read to the trollings.

“You missed a meeting with King Gristle.” She mentioned, and Poppy looked like she was gonna panic.

“O-OH! I COMPLETELY FORGOT–” She screamed, but was cut off.

“And you forgot to meet up with the Snack Pack to discuss important matters about what’s happening outside these walls.” She said again, looking a bit more aggressive.

“I-I’m Sorry! I–” She said, before getting cut off again. She looked like she was gonna have a heart attack.

“You can’t be so forgetful! The story was so long, it’s almost time for the Trollings to go home! Not to mention the fact that the moving speed is taking forever, and you should be doing something about it to speed it up!” She said, taking a breath from yelling. Poppy shouldn’t be so forgetful of these things.

“I-I….” Poppy had no words, she looked like she lost all her motivation.

“You have stacks of paper on you desk, I recommend that you start working–” Milktoast was gonna say, but Branch walked in on all the fuss and ruckus.

“ENOUGH!” He said, looking serious. He wasn’t happy about the fact that she’s pressuring Poppy to do her work.

He goes to his Queen, and hugs her reassuringly and protectively. She sighed and rested her head on his chest, her hand placement on his shoulders. He had his hands on her waist.

“Leave her alone. She’s just now becoming queen, you wouldn’t understand cause you’re just a librarian who throws parties. Don’t ever pressure her like that again.” He said, he hated it when someone pressured Poppy, or brought out her insecurities.

He picks up Poppy in his chubby arms. She wraps her arms around his neck, his hands are holding her up from her bottom region. He leads her down from the library to the bunker. After locking it tightly and good, he walked over to their couch and sat her down. He may be a bit chubby, but boy was he strong for a Troll.

He made her sit on his lap, her back pressing against his warm chest and stomach. He gives her some shoulder massages, just to calm her. She ran a hand through her hair.

“Branch. I shouldn’t be sitting here! I should be getting things done!” She said, becoming panicky again.

“Poppy, relax. You’ve done a lot today. Just a 5 minute break?” He begged her, stoping and rested his chin on her shoulder to look at her face.

“Branch….” she said, it was very hard for her to say no to Branch.

“For me?” He added, putting his hands around her waist for comfort and balance.

“Fine…..” she said and sighed, “But only five minutes.”.

She easily relaxed in his grasp. The bunker wasn’t so dark and gloomy anymore, it was now filled with vibrant colors, and it made Branch feel better. He nuzzled into her neck, and every time he’d give gentle kisses to her neck, she’d giggle. She’s very ticklish, but she remembered something.

“Are we ever gonna have…..a trolling to call our own?” She blushed as she asked the question, and looked at him.

He returns the blush, giving it a dark purple, almost a dark blue blush. He has his colors back now, and became more warmer and open to poppy.

“Maybe once you get into the grove of things. Not sure if you can handle a trolling and your Queen duties at once.” He mentioned, and it made sense to her that, having one right now would just add up on her stress.

“Good point. I just wanted to say that.” She said with a smile and relaxed. She loved it when her and Branch could have sometime a lone. When they are together, they felt safe. When apart, they felt Venerable and helpless.

She turns around and nuzzles his nose with a warm smile. He holds her a bit closer, and he kisses her cheek, and she giggles. She legit almost fell asleep when she laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She was so comfortable and secure, it didn’t even take a minute before she felt drowsy.

“I have to go before I fall asleep” she joked and she sat up and stretched.

“Okay, love. Stay safe.” He said she kisses her, she kisses back with a smile and stands. If it just lasted a bit longer…….but duty calls……right? It that how you use that……catchphrase? Or whatever it’s called.

She leaves in a rush as Branch sighed and cleans up before she gets back.

Later that day, it was 12 AM. She was at her desk, signing and filling out paperwork. She had bags under her eyes, and was extremely tired. She only has gotten through one stack, and has 2 more to do. She could faint or pass out at this point, and she started to slow down.

Branch saw his super tired queen. He didn’t like it when Poppy pushed her limits. He walks over to her quietly, not wanting to startle her. He slowly and gently placed his huge hands into her tiny shoulders.

“It’s time to sleep, Poppy” He said, and used his chubby thumbs to stroke her shoulders.

“I…….need to…….finish” she said in a tired voice and yawned.

“This isn’t healthy. You’re going to bed, wether you like it or not” He said conceded and picked her up.

She couldn’t fight back, way too tired as her eyelids are half-closed. He held her in a bridal style and brought her to bed. He laid her on their new soft bed, and he laid next to her, moving her crown onto the nightstand. He wraps their fluffy blanket over them and held her close again.

She made small cute noises of relaxation, which made him smile. He nuzzled into her, cuddling close to her as she snuggles into him. He kisses her cheek and nose, earning a giggle. He gave a quick sniff of her scent, just to not forget how she smelt like. It was a mixture of lavender and candy like.

She was so close to him, it was like they merged together, a blob of pink and blue. The two fell asleep peacefully, no interruptions whatsoever. Just a calm night, the two lovers laid together. Branch had a dream that he proposed, and became King Branch instead of Prince Branch. And Poppy had the exact same dream.

Chapter. 1

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True Colors

This is the third chapter, hope you like it :3

P.S This is I guess a better chapter. After this chapter, I can get started with the actual story. This is a story I made Wattpad and AO3. Thats why i can easily publish them! Enjoy!

"Well, let's see what gender it becomes." She said, looking as the ground grows a bit. They can see a tiny bulb on the ground. The upcoming parents smile at their creation. ~Previously

The queen has gotten into the gift of things, scheduling meetings on time, having time for branch, and occasionally checking on the pod. The wedding was only days away, everything was going right. However, they've been having problems with Ferret attacks.

A Ferret: a domesticated polecat kept as a pet or used, especially in Europe, for catching rabbits. It is typically albino or brown. However, they still haven't checked out the buildings in the distance, but they have a feeling that's where it's coming from. They're letting their ferrets loose and they come to chase the trolls and attack the bergens legs. They're like little rats that will eat anything that can fit in their mouth, in this case, Trolls. Because of this, Branch is over protective of his pod.

It was only one day before the wedding, and to stop any interruptions, they build the walls a bit higher and that locked the gates and doors very tight so they won't be able to just break in. Branch had got them new clothes, as Satin and Chenille worked in the wedding dress and suits. He didn't ask for much, but he wanted it to be....special.

What does Branch do you may ask? He doesn't just sit around and wait for poppy to get home, he actually does things. He takes care of the bunker, helps out with the kids if Poppy isn't able to be there, he also does some requests, by listening to his future subjects and finding out how to help. It's just a coincidence when Branch gets home before Poppy does.

Branch went in to pick up his suit as he is not allowed to see Poppy's dress before the wedding. They gave him a black and white suit, the bowtie was blue and so was the buttons that ran across it. He had a pocket, that was located on his chest area, with a cute fake blue flower coming out of it.

"Thank you, I love it." He said with a smile as he looked at the twins.

"Awww, that was so sweet-" Satin started, "Of you to say, Branch" Chenille finished. "You're welcome!" They both said in harmony.

It was the day, for both lovers to finally get married and live together once and for all. Branch was, of course, nervous and paranoid of the whole thing. He waits in a room for a bit until he can calm. He had Biggie, Diamond Guy, and Cooper with him to calm him down.

"Easy, Branch, Easy...breathe in...then breathe out. It's your lucky day! Be happy!" Biggie encouraged Branch.

"Y-Your right, I should stay calm." He said, calming down.

"It's a once and a lifetime thing. You're marrying the one you had a crush on for ye-e-ars" Diamond Guy said, auto tuning 'Years'.

"I guess your right, I never thought this would be happening" he said, calming a bit more.

"Does that mean you'll be King Branch if everything goes right?" Cooper asked, and then Branch panicked when he said '....if everything goes right'.

Meanwhile, Poppy had her dress on. It was the stereotypical white dress, and had the face cover. It was very long, but she didn't mind. The one thing she hated was that she had to wear high-heels. She couldn't walk in these! She was gonna be so embarrassed when she trips! She starts panicking at this. She had Satin, Chenille, Suki, and Smidge there to calm her down.

"It'll be okay!-" Satin started, "We'll help you get used to them!" Chenille finished, looking at the panicked Queen.

"I-I don't have much time!" She said, as she sits down and runs her hand through her hair.

"Calm down Poppy, if you cooperate with us, we can get you used to it quicker than you think!" Suki comforted, hoping she'd calm and take the offer.

"Sitting down and panicking is waisting valuable time we could be using to help you" Smidge said to her, and she calmed.

"Y-You're right, I'm waisting time. Let's go do this" she said as she stands wobbly, and they help her balance and teach her how to walk in high-heels comfortably.

After some hours, they finally start. Everyone sits down and goes quiet, as the music starts playing. Branch breathes in and out and calmly waits for his bride. Poppy was still kind of panicking, listing out all the possible things that could go wrong like Branch would do.....Branch is really starting to rub off on her.

She starts walking, and cautiously walk, not wanting to make a mis-step because of her high-heels. She climbed up the small stairs, and didn't fall! She was so relieved when she could stop walking and looked at Branch and he looked back. A dark purple blush creeped up on Branch's face, but also a huge smile. Poppy's face also flushed red, but a even bigger smile did also.

"We are gathered together on this beautiful afternoon to share with Queen Poppy and Prince Branch as they exchange vows of their everlasting love." The Priest started.

"Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" He asked.

"I did" King Peppy places Poppy's hand in Branch's hand and is seated.

"As Queen Poppy and Prince Branch take their vows today, we are privileged to witness the joyous love of a new family -- a family that will be nourished and nurtured through the devotion of two separate individuals growing together through the common bonds of love. May their marriage bring them the peace, joy, comfort and contentment that is known in the hearts of all God's children. And may Prince Branch and Queen Poppy both look forward to each new season of their marriage --- just as the world looks forward to each new season of the year. For all seasons bring with them their own special moments and memories. An essential requirement of a good marriage is a strong bond of real friendship and trust. Queen Poppy and Prince Branch, your love for each other will grow deeper with every passing day, but it's important to remember that your love stands on a foundation of genuine, mutual affection and respect for each other. To truly LOVE another person is to be willing to accept both their strong points, and their weak points, with equal measures of understanding and respect. The vows you are about to exchange, will serve as a verbal representation of the non-verbal emotions that are as real as any thing that can be seen, heard or touched. For it is not the words that you will speak today that will bond you together as one --- but the strength of the love and commitment found deep within your souls." The priest finished, and looked around for a sec.

"Let us pray . . ." The Priest said as everyone bows their head.

"At this time, I'll ask you, Branch, and you, Poppy, to face each other & take each other's hands." The Priest said.

Branch gently and tenderly takes Poppy's hands, as she gently holds back. The smile of both happy Trolls grows even bigger if that was possible at this point.

"Prince Branch, will you take Queen Poppy to be your wife, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish her friendship and love her today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor her, laugh with her and cry with her? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?" The Priest said as looked up as everyone else did.

Branch answers, "I will" looking into her eyes.

"Queen Poppy, will you take Prince Branch to be your husband, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?" The priest repeated.

Queen Poppy answers, "I will" and she looked back into eyes.

"You may kiss the Bride." The Priest said and took one step back.

Branch calmly and slowly, not panicking like he was before; removed the face cover so he can perfectly see the beautiful and kind face of his pink queen. The two kiss, sharing a tender kiss. Then there was clapping and some cheering. After the kiss, Poppy yells:

"LETS PARTY!" And everyone gets up and throws their hats up and cheer as everyone goes to get cake and party.

(A/N: I've never been at a marriage or have been in one. So sorry if all of this is wrong >~<)

Branch chuckles, "My Poppy." he said and she looked back at him with a smile. They share another private kiss before following everyone else.

They have an after-wedding party, where all the cake was shared, and the snacks and drinks where all gone. The place was a mess, and then King Peppy told them that it's time. They all go on top of the largest mushroom as everyone gathers around to hear the announcement.

"After the wedding, Prince Branch shall not be a Prince anymore. Today, he shall be a King. Branch, would you take this crown as your honor?" King Peppy said as he turned to his son-in-law. Branch goes on one knee and lowers his head.

"I shall" he said, and waits for him to continue.

"We shall now celebrate, Branch, the new King of The Troll tree and founder helper of Bergen Town!" He said as everyone jumped and cheered as the crown was placed on his head. He stands back up and Poppy and Branch holds hands and waves as everyone cheered.

"S-Sorry to interrupt!" Poppy's and Branch's Pod sitter said as she ran up stage.

"What is it?" Branch asked, concerned.

"Y-Your Pod is hatching!" They said, out of breath. Everyone goes wide-eyed as Branch and Poppy race to their pod.

Everyone runs after, wanting to see the birth of the new prince/princess. Some of them went to check in their own pods to see if it's hatching. They reach the spot where the fully grown pod glowed and the ground was shaking slightly. The pod grew up, and then bends over in a table level. Then the petals slowly go down to reveal the Trolling inside as everyone watched curiously. The doctor Troll went over to make sure the baby was a live and well. The smile and look at Poppy and Branch and handed them their baby...or should I say....babies? having Poppy be the first to hold it.

"It's twins! A boy and a girl" the doctor said to them with a smile.

The first baby ran with the colors like their seed had. He had purple skin, almost the color of Creeks skin, just a bit lighter. They had a dark blue nose, with blue hair at the bottom and slowly dark to light pink heading to the top. It was combined like Creek's or the twins hair with the multi-colored hair. He had Branch's ears but Poppy's head. The baby had Branches canines, and when it opened its eyes, he had a purple colored eye, and a blue colored eye. He was fairly small and was cute as everyone 'awww'ed. The second baby was exactly the same, but the eyes where different. The boy had a purple left eye and a blue right eye. She had a blue left eye and a purple right eye.

"What should we name them?" Branch asked Poppy.

"I did say it was a gender-fluid name. So let's call him Iris. Prince Iris, and I'll let you name the girl." she said with a huge smile as Branch kissed her cheek.

"Her name can be Ivy, Princess Ivy" he said with a huge smiled and she kissed his cheek

"Wanna hold one?" She asked him as he nodded. He held tiny Ivy, as she was the size of one of Branch's huge hands.

Everyone started to go check in their pods as they started to head home. But before they did, they wanted to see if any of the snack packs had a Trolling. They first spotted the twins; their pods just opened. The doctors checked on them before giving them to their parents.

"They're both girls" they said with a smile.

"Imma name mines Maybelle" Satin said, "and mines Erica" Chenille said.

Maybelle had the colors of her mother, but white hair and blue eye. The had a birth mark on her cheek, and she has very much rounded ears. Erica ran with the colors of her mother, but a bit darker and her hair scheme went with white and orange for some reason. The two smiled and the go onto the next friend they spotted, that was Guy Diamond. His was already born.

"What gender is it?" Poppy asked him.

"This is Sparkle, she's a girl" he said with a smile.

She was green, and had green sparkles. Her eyes was like her fathers, and she was very sparkly. They head to the next that they spotted, with was Suki.

"So, who's this fellow?" Branched asked her.

"This is my son, Sebastian" she said and she played with his hair.

He had normal orange hair and looked just like his mother. It was like you couldn't tell them apart except the fact that he had a huge birth mark on his back.

"What are you doing with his hair?" Poppy asked her as she noticed her playing with his hair.

"Dreading it" she said, "so he can have dreads" she finished and continued to dread his hair. The both shared a chuckle.

"Then how are we gonna tell one from another?" Branch joked, knowing the answer to that.

"One sounds feminine and one sounds masculine" she said and giggled as the two left and she waved them goodbye.

They found Biggie, and he held his baby. It was bigger than all the others, meaning it was a giant troll like their father.

"Mind if we ask who that is?" Branches asked, kinda getting tired of saying that.

"This is Baby, I called her that cause she's my Baby" Biggie said with a smile. Branch kinda wasn't so surprised with Biggie's lack of creative names. I mean, who calls their pet Mr. Dinkles?!

"She is a big one, probably gonna be a touch girl" Poppy said, looking at the size of Baby.

"I hope she is" he replied.

She was only a bit bigger than Mr. Dinkles. She was all purple, with an orange nose. She had Pink eyes, and almost no hair, but she did have hair that was pink. The wave and leave, while walking to see if Cooper or Smidge had a child, Branch said,

"Can you ask them? I'm getting tired of saying that over and over again" he said to his wife.

"Okay, fine. Never thought you could be so lazy" she joked and kept walking.

Branch mutters under this breath, "Lazy? I'm not lazy....of course not"

Poppy heard him and giggled as they found the small Troll herself, Smidge. But man, has her baby tiny. You would have to squint a bit to focus on the baby.

"Awww! It's so small!" Poppy squeals, and Branch held the sleeping twins just in case she does something.

"Thanks, this is my son. Smurf" she said to them.

"Smurf? Why did you name him that?" Poppy questioned.

"Have you seen how he looks like?!" Smidge said, making Poppy hold him.

He was all light blue with blue eyes and his hair red.....he looked like papa smurf........that explains his name.....very self-explanatory......

"I see what you mean" she said as she gave Smurf back.

The two go to find Cooper, who was in a circle, and cuddling something in a soft pile of cotton.

"Did you had a Trolling?" She asked him and walked over. He moves his head up to look at them, it revealed a baby.

"Who's that little Animal Troll?" Poppy asked in a cute baby voice.

"This is Trooper, my boy" he said quickly, "now shhh! He's asleep!" He said in a kinda whispered voice and laid his head down.

Trooper looked like a bandit. His stripes where white and his main color was black. His legs were grey, and had an Afro instead of dreads like Cooper. His Afro was red, he got the red color from his father and he had the eyes of his father. The two smile and leaves so they can rest. They go home and puts the Troll twins a soft bed together. They provide body heat for each other, and Branch puts a cover over them. But Poppy insisted that they should make the twins sleep with them, since it would be more safe and they can hold them. Branch was kinda not for the idea because of the fact that Poppy moves on her sleep, but if it was for safety, he'd do it.

He picks both up in the blanket and lay them on the now soft bed gently. He laid on the left side while she laid on the right. The two small Trollings slept in the middle of their loving parents. Prince Branch became King Branch, and Queen Poppy got to have a party. The best thing about this day was that the Trollings had been birthed into this lovely world. Poppy couldn't wait until they were older so she can actually do something with them! Branch didn't on the other hand.

#Broppy #Branch #Poppy #Branch x Poppy

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