HAIIII! i go by coco online, (or birdi idrm which one u pick) 😭. i use any pronouns and am an avid trolls enjoyer and have been a fan since the first movie and as many of the other fans, did not realize there was an active fandom until band together lol!!!
i write x reader fanfiction for mainly the brozone brothers but would not mind going out of there and writing for teh girlssss!!! (poppy and viva my babes eheh).
my writing is not the greatest compared to a lot of people here and characters are almost always ooc but plz request because i am not original and cannot come up w my own prompts for the life of me . 😐😐.
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um IF U READ ALL THIS THANK U SO MUCH!!! love ya.
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warnings. ah, none ? i believe. only characters being super ooc!
timeline. pre-trolls band together
song. playing god, paramore / not any specific for this
a/n. my writing talent has dissipated but i went to universal and decided to dress up as poppy and became fascinated with this fandom all over again. this is a part of a fic im writing which is a choose your ending type thing (john dory, clay, or branch). this is opening chapter and the second mixed in one :) itll be uploaded on wattpad at a later date.
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"Floyd!"
Tiny (skin/c) fists slammed against the locked closet, thumping repeatedly as it echoed throughout the dressing room. "Floyd, can you hear me?"
Their shouts were slightly muffled, but enough sound escaped to be heard by the blue troll imprisoned in the glass container—previously exchanged with the other.
The two popstars who'd enraptured them figured out early on that, despite the two trolls voices blending together beautifully, if they placed them in the same bottle and extracted their essence at the same time, it only led to dysfunction. And that was the last two those phony popstars craved. Only now, the new diamond ones they had ordered to be able to throw both the trolls in forever were yet to arrive.
Floyd took heavy breathes from within the bottle, listening to his friend scream and cry but his energy remained so depleted he was yet to regain it enough to call back out.
"Flo!"
"Yeah, I'm here." He finally replied weakly, lying back against the bottle. "Are you okay?"
"Are you?"
"No," he coughed, "I don't think neither of us are... or really, will be unless we escape."
They sighed, shaking their head unbeknownst to him, "Don—Don't think like that, Flo."
"What else can I do, (Nickname)? It's been three weeks... or at least I think it has." he took in another heavy breath, "I'm losing track of time."
(Name) punched at the door again.
"You know that's useless,"
"I know." they retaliated with a bark, "Gosh, why'd you have to come find me, Flo?"
Silence rang out for a few seconds at their snapping ask, almost a plead. They never asked for his help—not that they could've, but this situation was far too dangerous. There was no way for him to have rescued them on his lonesome. And now, they were both stuck in this eternal torture.
"I couldn't leave you behind," He spoke slowly, more clear. "We're a duo, remember?"
"Barely—temporarily." they corrected him, "You're a soloist."
"You know that changed the second you came up on that stage and started singing with me."
(Name)’s fists dropped from the door, now leaning their forehead against it pitifully as a small, pained laugh bursted from them at the kindness and honesty of his words. If there was anyone in the world they wanted to get stuck with there, it'd be him. "Yeah,"
"Do you wanna try singing again?"
"I don't know if I have the energy for it," they mumbled, "You probably don't either."
Their hand reached out to pull down a streak of white hair, a pattern that had oriented from the constant raking of their essence prior to Floyd's capture. They were starting to miss their full (hair/c) locks, now deviated.
"Let's just try, yeah?"
A beat.
(Name) let out an almost imperceptible hum, breaking out into lyrics in quiet submission to his request.
PLAYING GOD; PARAMORE.
"Can't make my own decisions or make any with precision..." They walked around the closet, looking around the dark and practically empty space, "Well maybe you should tie me up, so I don't go where you don't want me to."
Floyd smiled softly, their voice carrying that soothing, mesmerizing effect it's always had since he first heard it.
"You say that I've been changing, that I'm not just simply aging." he sang as they went quiet to allow him his moment in the duet, "Yeah, how could that be logical? Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat."
In an almost flawless harmony, the two vocalized.
"Woah-oh-ah!"
"You don't have to believe me! But the way I, way I see it..."
Floyd's voice suddenly warbled at the end and he fell backwards, a splitting pain hitting his head.
"Ah..." he hissed.
The other continued singing but at the lack of his voice, they halted, calling out worriedly.
"I'm okay, just..."
As his eyes opened back up, he watched as a troll face planted into the desk. Floyd scrambled backwards, eyes squinting in confusion at the sudden appearance and familiarity of the hair.
"Ugh..." the troll groaned, hopping back up and rushing towards the diamond encasing. "Yo, Floyd!"
"John Dory?!"
(Name)’s ears twitched at another voice, standing up straight, returning to the door. "Is someone else there with you?”
"I can't believe it," Floyd drowned out their voice momentarily, unintentionally, gawking at his now much older-older brother. "I never thought I'd see any of my brothers again," he smiled, pressing both hands against the glass.
"Brother?" They gasped.
Floyd perked up, eyes widening. They darted to the button to unlock the closet, pointing at it desperately. There was no way he was going to allow this blessing to get away from helping at least one of them. The better of the two.
"John Dory, go hit that button over there!" He looked towards the door, afraid of the popstars entering soon.
"I gotchu, brother!"
John Dory's head quickly whipped around in the direction, then back to Floyd, about to inquire on the reasoning behind the command but the desperate haze in his eyes was all he needed for an answer.
With a flashing smirk, he hopped down from the vanity to a chair and then the floor, using his hair to slap the button—the closet opening with a click.
(Name) fell forward, previously leaning against the door to make sure they didn't miss a single moment of the commotion occurring on the other side of the wall. They didn't question John Dory, nor did they really thank him for freeing them, sore legs almost failing from beneath them as they scrambled up and towards the vanity.
"Wait up!" J.D. called out with a tired hoot.
The two climbed back up to the vanity.
Upon reaching the top, (Name) wasted no time in pounding against the glass despite knowing it's useless, pressing their forehead against the bottle—Floyd copying the same, yearning action from within.
"You're... translucent." he ogled at the bottom half of their legs; glittery and clear, a consequence of having the life sucked out of them so often.
Their eyes trailed down, concluding that this must’ve occurred only moments before—the darkness of the closet hid that fact.
"Don't worry about me," they chose to ignore their own issues, "We're gonna get you out of here," they promised.
"Yeah! Bro-power!" the older troll rose his fist, ready to slam it against the container.
Floyd stopped him, shouting. "No! You both have to get out of here now."
"Floyd—" the both outside trolls started.
Floyd's attention turned to John Dory, hoping he'd see more reason than his friend.
“No! You don't understand. Velvet and Veneer are giant, pop-obsessed succubi with no talent and they've been stealing ours!" he gestured towards (Name), "And they'll be back any minute for more."
"What?!" John Dory gasped, "That's even worse than lip-syncing!"
(Name) opened their mouth to argue against leaving—an agonizing jolt snapped through their body, resulting in then tumbling to the floor, heaving similar to Floyd earlier.
Floyd turned to them, dropping to his knees as he reached out despite knowing it was fruitless.
John Dory saw this and shook his head. "No, not my brother! Not today." he took several steps backwards, "You stay back, gorgeous, I got this...”
"W—Wait."
John Dory rushed forward, tiny feet bursting and landing face-first roughly against the bottle.
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After several (and useless) attempts of breaking through, Floyd and you, having regained yourself, shared a look.
"Joh-John, John, stop!" Floyd urged whilst you approached the said male, helping him up from the vanity floor. "The bottle is made of diamond," you sighed.
Floyd continued: "And there's only one thing that's powerful enough to shatter diamond."
John Dory stared at him for a hot second before jumping up, pointing a determined finger. "Right! A diamond-shattering, diamond hammer!"
You stared at him in disbelief, glancing back at Floyd.
"Where can we get one of those..." J.D. muttered in genuine thought.
"No, John." Floyd retorted. "It's the perfect family harmony. (Name) and I have been trying to hit one but two voices haven't been enough."
The older troll's eyed widened, "Of course! The perfect family harmony..." his fists furled, looking between the two of you.
Floyd nodded sadly, face falling.
"Our voices sound like garbage!"
Velvet's voice echoed from down the hall, the door to the room sliding open with a swish as the shadow of her heated figure neared.
"We've been dying out there! What we need is more troll."
"Floyd..." you started but he cut you off, shaking his head.
"Run, you two! Save yourselves!"
"I'm not leaving you behind!" You banged your fist against the bottle.
Useless, it all was.
John Dory glanced at Floyd and then you, furrowing his brows, making an executive decision to grab you and launch his grappling hook back to the vent.
"Let me go!"
His grip was hard, holding on to assure you didn't scramble and fall.
"Don't worry, Floyd! I'll be back with the bros!"
"Floyd!"
"You have my wooord!"
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Ultimately, you had no choice but to follow John Dory once you'd finally convinced him that he could drop you and let you walk on your own two feet.
There was no use in running back—there wasn't much of a chance for you to help Floyd if you did. Both of you sitting there, getting drained, wasn't gonna do anything. All you longed for was that Velvet and Veneer had at least half a heart to not overstep boundaries with the singing essence.
It didn't take long to escape the vents and hop into John Dory's armadillo bus, one he briefly introduced as Rhonda.
"Atta girl!" he cheered, getting behind the wheel and racing off through the crowded streets of Mount Rageous.
You plopped down in a corner, knees up and face hidden between them, suppressing the urge to cry tears. Tears from finally receiving freedom but even more tears at the fact Floyd now had to suffer alone.
A small sniff escaped past you.
John Dory peered back, not speaking much on the way to the bus.
"Hey, ah, I never really got your name. (Wrong/n), was it?"
"(Name),” you corrected.
"Right!" he hummed, "Pretty name. I'm John Dory, awesome leader of the great boy-band BroZone, and your savior…”
His peppy energy was insane to you considering he had just left Floyd behind. Albeit, he didn't have any other option, but still. Seeing his brother endangered should at least be shaking him to the core, not relighting his mood.
You bit your tongue on the thanks, only shooting him a glare (one he missed) at his phrasing.
"So!" he started again.
You missed it when he was quiet.
"How'd Floyd and you get yourselves trapped in all this, anyway?"
You only stuffed your face further into your legs, groaning loudly, hoping he’d receive the hint that you weren’t interested in any small talk. Any talk at all.
"Okay..."
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be like this but I'm exhausted,"
He adjusted the rearview mirror to look back at you with pity, frowning with a nod.
“Oh, okay," he submitted, "I got you. Rest up."
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The road was bumpy underneath you, Rhonda rolling on rocks and pebbles, causing your body to shake and jump and throw the warm blanket off of you—wait blanket?
You sat up with a start, and instead of the floor you remembered falling asleep on, you were laid on a comfortable, cushioned couch.
Your eyes flitted to the bus driver ahead who hummed a small tune, tilting your head.
John Dory’s eyes glimpsed into the mirror, spotting your peering head.
"Well, good morning, sunshine! Sorry if the bumps woke you up—I tried going another way but it was gonna slow us down too much."
You only blinked, rubbing your tired eyes.
"Thanks for uh... lying me on the couch."
"No prob, bob." He grinned.
The van was covered in pictures of the boyband, a detail you only noticed now. You were too depleted and exhausted when you first entered to properly admire and assess the interior of the vehicle.
Honestly, it was... nice. Welcoming, almost.
Your eyes crossed the pictures, brows furrowing at the familiarity of the boys. Three you knew for sure—Floyd, now John Dory, and one more. The other two were nothing but what felt a distant memory of recognition.
"You like BroZone?"
John Dory approached you from behind, allowing Rhonda to momentarily take the reins.
"Not really," you scratched your ear, "I mean, I haven't really listened. Floyd hasn't spoken too much of you guys... and anything he has said wasn't super friendly."
He forced a chuckle, "Yeah, that... that's expected."
You looked towards him, eyeing his outfit. He returned the gaze, puffing out his jacket with a wink as if you were checking him out, his own eyes giving you a once-over.
They paused at your glitter, transparent legs.
"You're, uh..." he leaned down, grunting, as he assessed the damage. "Clear. And glittery. Is that normal for a troll?"
"You tell me," you retorted, crossing your arms.
"Well, how would I know? There's so many different type of trolls that you might just be special!" he chuckled heartily, standing back up.
You didn't find it as funny.
"What type of troll are you?" he asked, now fully analyzing your appearance. "See, at first I thought you were just a pop troll but you got these things—" he flicked at your jagged ears, "and your hair's a little crazier... and your outfit isn't exactly super pop-py..."
"Okay, back up!"
"But then you aren't a rock troll because you're too colorful and, then again, your clothes don't exactly match the rock vibe either..."
He circled you in thought, leaning in close to your face, "Hmm..."
A sudden bump in the road had him tumbling on top of you, bringing you both to the floor.
You both groaned as he pushed himself up, staring down at you with a smug smirk. "Well, hello there," he purred.
You rolled your eyes and pushed him off of you, standing up and stepping away.
"Dude, you seriously need to learn to give some space."
Your hands wiped down your clothes, glaring at the other increasingly-annoying troll. How could he ever be related to your Floyd? You supposed this was a big clue as to the reason of disbandment.
He opened his mouth to speak again once standing, silenced by your raised finger.
"I'm a pop-punk troll."
John Dory stared for a few more seconds before breaking into a long: "Ohh!". He nodded his head repeatedly, "Yeah, that makes a lot of sense, actually. I overheard you and Floyd singing while in the vents—it was... actually how I managed to track you both down. It was a total hedge-maze in there!"
Your thoughts flew back to Floyd, frowning. You hoped he was okay. It was only a matter of time until...
You glanced down at your legs, kicking one forward for a second. "This is a result from Velvet and Veneer sucking the troll out of me."
John Dory swallowed, nodding quietly.
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The journey was... longer than expected.
The more time you spent with John Dory the more infuriating he became—while, all the same, the more you grew to like him. He was... terrible company but he had his moments of kindness where that smug persona he played up would dissipate and within stood someone you could actually stand.
"Pit stop! Here," he launched a packed sandwich at you, "Eat up. We're still a good distance according to Rhonda,"
"According to... Rhonda?" you trailed off, taking a small bite of your sandwich. "How exactly do you communicate with her?"
He shrugged his shoulders with a smile.
"We just understand each other," he pulled another source of food out, stepping towards the exit of the bus and motioning for you to follow along.
Rhonda started jumping up and down as soon as John Dory entered her line of sight, the older male cooing and rubbing at her lovingly.
"Who's my good girl? You are, yes, you!"
She licked a stripe up his face and he only snorted in response.
You grimaced.
"She's a cutie," he sighed, holding out the larger bag of pebbles. Rhonda didn’t hesitate in stuffing her face in.
"I can... see that," you looked over her, not helping the giggle that escaped your mouth in amusement.
He smiled at the sound, eyes softening. "Hey, that's the first time I've heard you laugh!"
"Maybe try being funnier next time," you quipped with another, stronger laugh—John Dory gleefully joining in the pointless titters.
It soon faded out, left with nothing but the sweet sound of silence.
Silence that didn't last very long. He couldn't shut his mouth for longer than three minutes, it seemed.
"So, I never asked... how do you and Floyd know each other?"
"Oh, I'm surprised you haven't inquired on that yet," you spoke honestly, blinking.
"I didn't wanna intrude, you know..." he paused, sending you a smirking look, "Are you two together?~"
You flushed, flinching at the notion.
"What? Me and Floyd? No, no, no, no, never!"
Your reaction spurred him on, continuing to taunt.
"Oh, come on, you can't hide it now! Look at you—all red in the cheeks," he cooed at you in the same manner he did with Rhonda, "You know, it's a little disappointing because honestly, I was hoping to snatch you up for myself but oh well! Good on Floyd—"
"We are not together, John Dory!" You managed to spill out through the fluster, holding your hand out in front of you.
"Why deny it now?"
"Floyd is—..."
You cut yourself off, biting your tongue and narrowing your eyes at John Dory. You didn't wanna accidentally out your best friend to the brother he hasn't seen in ages. Floyd doesn't really make an attempt to hide his romantic orientation but he isn't incredibly open about it either.
"I'm not his type, that's all I'm gonna say," you held your hands up, trying not to express any sadness in your phrasing to make him believe this fantasy any longer, walking back into the armadillo.
John Dory squinted his eyes, the cogs turning in his head for a second as he slowly caught on.
"Oh."
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Ugh, what was that blistering sound that kept crawling up and waking you up?!
The pillow that had been tossed over your head and held in a poor attempt to commit suicide at the lack of sleep was punched to the floor, eyes narrowed in a heated glare towards the ceiling.
At first, in your half-awake state, you assumed it was the critters outside—tittering and chirping as they do. Expected, of course. You were sleeping in the middle of a forest, after all, but the sound was stranger. Closer, almost.
Then, you were convinced it was Rhonda, mentally cussing out the armadillo in your mind as you pleaded with the Ancestors above to silence her chittering snoring.
Around the sixth time you were suddenly awoken, you knew it had to be the male dead asleep beside you. So calm, peaceful... snoring and groaning like he owned the place!
Which, in fact, he did, but there was company! You! And also Rhonda. How did she ever sleep through his tussles and turns? This incessant rumbling was becoming entirely too much for your poor troll ears, extra sensitive to sounds as so many others.
"Dory..." you uttered, still looking up to the roof.
He didn't say anything in response, continuing to mutter and grunt in his sleep.
"Dory!" you whisper-shouted a little louder, hands clenching the blanket that covered your cold body.
There was silence for a second before he continued.
Okay, that's it.
With a loud groan, openly hoping it would wake him up, you sat up and turned to him with a fire blazing in your exhausted eyes. A fire that dimmed almost as soon as your gaze landed on his scrunched up face, brows furrowing tightly, and his usual-grinning face in a deep, uncomfortable scowl.
Reading his lips, you could vaguely make out some of the words.
'No...'
'Don't...'
'Stop...'
You swallowed, the tight look on your face softening. Was he getting any comfortable sleep? Was this why he always looked so... tired despite having so much energy? The deep bags under his eyes were hard to miss and you were convinced it wasn't just a result of age.
"Dory," you slipped out from your blanket and trudged towards him, taking small steps to not scare him awake, "Hey, Dory?"
As soon as you laid a hand on him, he sprouted up and grabbed you, turning you over on your stomach with the hand he grabbed pressing uncomfortably against your back, successfully rendering you motionless.
"(Name)?" he mumbled as his eyes opened, your pained sounds waking him up fully. He didn't hesitate in letting you go, untwisting your arm and holding it close to him, peppering kisses along it that had you turning hot everything.
"I'm so sorry, I, ah..." he grumbled, voice deeper than regular from sleep, "I thought you were someone else,"
You stared at him with pity. This poor boy had been out here alone so long—who knows what kind of things he ran into.
"It's okay," you whispered, leaning closer to put your arms around him in a hug, "I'm okay, don't worry,"
He paused in his movements, only hugging you back after a hot moment, arms tighter around you than expected.
"I thought you were someone else," he echoed.
"Nah, it's just me," you offered a smile as you pulled back, searching his worried expression.
This kindness from you was unexpected... but not unwanted. He took it all in before it slipped away from him again.
"Do you..."
He blinked, waiting for you to continue.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
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"John Dory!"
You squealed, tossing and turning as his hands made a relentless attack to your abdomen, saying things you couldn't quite make out through your own fit of laughter.
"Come on, admit it! I'm hilarious, sweetheart!"
You shook your head and he only continued, laughing along with you as years spilled from your tears.
"Okay, I relent—I relent!" Your hands threw themselves up in surrender.
He pulled his fingers back, wiggling them to taunt and pressure you into saying the magic words he so desperately needed to hear.
"You are hilarious,"
"I couldn't hear you—speak up a bit, maybe?" He hummed.
"Dude!"
He went in to attack again but stopped as your hands intertwined with his, "John Dory, you are hilarious."
"Damn right, I am,"
His voice came out low at the close distance, glancing from your eyes to your lips, in perfect position for him to just swoop in and—
"Kiss you?"
"What?" You flushed, brows knitting together tightly.
"What?" He repeated back to you, pushing himself away from you with an even deeper blush coating his cheeks, "Ahem, I said I was gonna miss you."
That didn't make it any better.
"Right, of course." you knew you heard otherwise but chose to ignore it. There was no reason to make things complicated now. Floyd still needed saving. "We'll still hang out, Dory, don't worry."
"Maybe," he grumbled, walking up the driver's seat.
You frowned at his sudden mood, not used to seeing him so down at all. And never so suddenly. Only occasionally, late at night, or when you catch him tossing and turning in the darkness of sleep. Those nightmares seemed relentless.
You walked up behind him, placing an arm on his shoulder to recapture his attention.
"Hey, don't..."
"We're here!" he grinned.
"Bergen Town? Woah..."
It looked so different from what you remembered years ago—back when you were younger. From the hill you two were on, you could catch trolls conversing with Bergens who smiled and laughed, colors spreading across the previously dull town.
"Stay here, I'll go get him,"
"Wait, get who?"
"Branch,"
"Branch?!"
You had no clue that's who you were picking up! The Branch? Your brows furrowed and you shook your head, "Wait, I didn't know—"
"Just stay here! It'll be better if someone who knows him gets him!" he tugged on his goggles, exiting the bus and slamming the door shut behind him.
"But!"
You were too late.
Reluctantly, you took a seat on the driver's chair, watching as John Dory grappled his way to the houses—leaping and jumping.
No one explores the fact that Hugo was no older than 14 when he went on a heist with Flynn and Lance and subsequently dropped a Piano on Eugene’s head. A little boy nearly murdered famous criminal Flynn Rider via a grand piano
Hi this isn't a request but I just was scrolling through Tumblr for Trolls and stumbled upon your exit for Branch! I had to tell you that it is amazing and I love it! I was just wondering how you created it? Thanks!
can i prety pls have gifs of older brozone... jsut the bros all together ... (or exclusion of floyd cuz trapped LOLS!)
HERE'S A FEW! it's kinda hard it's almost like DreamWorks refused to put them all in the same shot... I can get some from the end with Kismet if you want as wellll <3
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