Tales of Trollstopia

Summary: My oneshot collection with small stories that Trollstopia inspired. For now it's just G-rated because I'll follow what looks like broppy's 'first steps' of their relationship, but who knows, ratings may go up as I explore new possibilities.

Broppy, always!

Home Sweet Home

Chapter Summary: Branch and Poppy got back to the village after Barb's World Tour final concert and since Poppy's pod was destroyed, she has no place to sleep... Branch offers his bunker.

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Sheila Balloon was happily sent free as soon as she dropped the Pop Trolls back on their land. Poppy waved her friend goodbye and walked, side by side, with Branch watching their friends chatting animatedly about the new styles of music they had learned that night.

Poppy's feet were aching and she felt like each step required a big step. It had been a terribly long day and she wanted nothing else than a warm bath and to stretch her legs on her bed.

Branch smiled at her from time to time. He looked a mess. His hair was completely unruly and he kept yawning. During their flight back, he mentioned the rock transformation had drained his energy.

They glanced at each other and quickly looked away, blushing.

They had confessed. They loved each other.

Now what?

"Queen Poppy, you can stay in my pod with me," Biggie turned around and looked at his friend, who was caught off guard at his words. "Oh, that's right, you don't know," and, to confirm his point, he pulled a few leaves out of the way, revealing Poppy's pod completely destroyed.

Branch gasped at the sight of their ruined village and cursed Barb under his breath. Even if they had become 'one big party' - as Poppy had put it - he still felt immensely frustrated with the Queen of Rock. After all, she wasn't the type to show up for clean up.

Poppy's pod, along with several others, was on the floor and even some of her clothes were laying around, with burn marks and rock flames.

"I'm so sorry, Poppy." Biggie said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Oh well," Poppy quickly put on a happy smile, walking on top of a mushroom and addressing her friends, "tomorrow we start reconstructing our village, so everybody should get a good night of sleep. Trolls who still have your pods, take as many guests as you can. Let's make sure everybody has a safe place to rest."

Branch did what he did best: he watched and waited. Even the daycare pod was filled with grown up trolls that night, being one of the places that remained standing. Biggie took in three trolls, Smidge took one and so, in a few minutes everybody happily walked with their guests to grab some sleep.

Everyone except Poppy, who happily coordinated everyone, but forgot to get a place for herself.

"Come with me," Branch said, rolling his eyes at the situation.

"Oh, no Branch, I don't want to intrude." Poppy smiled sheepishly at him, feeling her cheeks getting hot.

"It's your choice, you can spend the night in the bunker, or you can stay here in the open," he teased and Poppy quickly ran to his side, noticing that as soon as he left, she'd be by herself in the dark. "You're not intruding, by the way," Branch said, opening up the trapdoor and getting inside.

"Well, I just thought that you'd enjoy peace and quiet after an eventful day," Poppy couldn't help a yawn and Branch smiled sympathetically at her.

"Let's get something clear," Branch took her hand as soon as the elevator stopped at the lowest level. Poppy blinked a few times with big magenta eyes, which caused him to take a moment to admire her beauty before continuing, "you are welcome here. You can come in anytime you want."

Cocking her head to the side with a slight raise of shoulder, Poppy's smile grew wide and the blush on her cheeks made her glitter freckles sparkle.

"Thank you, Branch."

"Now," he cleared his throat and cracked his knuckles. "Do you want to eat anything?"

"Actually," Poppy yawned again, "I'd love to shower and crash."

An hour later, Branch was sitting inside his kitchen, removing the "Nothing Important" leaf from the photograph while sipping some tea. Poppy was already sound asleep in his bed and Branch couldn't help but smile at himself.

They both felt the same for each other.

It meant they were in a relationship, right? They would support and be there for each other. He was willing to make an effort to understand her needs and she'd do the same.

It occurred to Branch that he had no idea what love really was. He had never felt it before. It was all too new.

Taking his robe off, Branch said goodnight to his firebugs and slipped under the blankets he had arranged on the couch. From the half open bedroom's door he could see Poppy sound asleep with her nose buried in his pillow. A smile pained his lips while watching her.

Baby steps. They would learn how to make it work. He was sure of it.