Back again with fanfics dedicaded to my crack ships lmao.
Lately, I've had strong fixation on this ship bc i love it so much, i just think they are perfect for eachother(sorry Branch lol) ; so nothing makes me happier than for you to be able to read it too.
hope you guys enjoy this one! 3

Now that the huge forest was gray during a storm, Floyd felt so tired of that place. He hoped that the other trolls currently far away from him would change. His bluish body was soaked by the rain, and his pink hair with white roots was now down and covering his face, making it impossible to notice the tears mixed with the rain. The troll was crying; he could only hear the splash between his feet and the wet ground. His pink eyes reflected how broken he felt, and even his walk was clumsy.

He just wanted to be far away—very, very far away—where he couldn't see the troll kingdom and much less his brothers who now didn't know him and thought violently, especially Branch, who more than ever prayed for his death.

And of course, he wanted to stay very far away from Queen Poppy and the feelings that, despite everything, he still had for her and that he knew perfectly well were not going to go away for a long time.

Oh Floyd, but those feelings are what will hurt you the most now.

He was tired of walking aimlessly, and the cold of the rain was killing him, so he found refuge in the hollow interior of a tree, where only a little light from outside passed through the same entrance and exit. The former member of Bro-Zone crawled until he touched one of the oak walls and hugged his legs, trying to keep warm. A few seconds passed before he reacted, and he let himself cry out loud for what he knew he had lost and that no one in his life was going to be able to replace. But he also knew that he was not a victim as such.

"P-Poppy..." he moaned through tears, hiding between his knees how destroyed he was. "M-my Poppy... w-why? Y-you said... y-you said you lo-loved me..."

Floyd always knew he was doing something very dangerous. He knew that if anyone found out what he and Poppy did when other people's eyes were blind, they could be considered dead. And he knew that if his brother Branch found out that he wasn't the only one caressing his beloved queen's thighs, he would be in deep trouble.

But he didn't give a shit; he didn't give up... he just wanted it all.

Why did he allow this to happen? Why did he accept the charms of that pink queen? Why did he let temptation control him? Why did he think that nothing bad would happen if he just played with secrets?

He was a fool, he knew that. He loved being an fool.

But here he was, after having lost everything, begging for Poppy to be with him. White noise filled his mind; he couldn't calm down. The monarch of pop was all Floyd could think about. They spent the days with music blaring, but when the lights went out, it was just the two of them. He needed her hours of hugging, her kisses, her caresses, and her sex—whatever it was. He just wanted to know that her love was still alive, that he still had a chance to have a future with her... to go crazy and leave pink shadows behind him.

But it wasn't going to be like that...

It all started a long time ago.

He held her hand in devotion, as deep as the Pacific Ocean.

"O-ow F-floyd..." the queen of pop panted agitatedly as she arched her back against the thrusts of her lover, now naked on top of her.

Their sexes rubbing against each other felt good.

Their bodies colliding violently felt so good.

The sticky sloshing between them felt so good.

Their lips kissing felt so good.

Even though there was no action now he still couldn't stop thinking about how Poppy's hands caressed every fold of his skin, making him reach an orgasm.

That penultimate night when he entered that empty bunker, he found the beautiful and pink monarch of pop in adorable lingerie, waiting for him on the bed that she shared with Branch, they undressed in the darkness and kissed to their core, to that point where Floyd overpowered her, finding himself in the darkness making love to her and the bed with its backrest began to hit the wall.

"o-oh Poppy, Poppy...Ow." Floyd moaned between excited tears, she was so wet, so tight, he loved her so much. It gave him so much pleasure to give pleasure to that beautiful queen trapped between his two arms.

The troll moved his hips quickly, drops of shiny, cold sweat began to spill down his chest until they reached his abdomen. His two arms kept the monarch's legs open and firm, as much as he could in order to give strong and deep thrusts, listening to the adorable sounds she made.

"Mng!, hmmm!, Oh yes, yes, aah..." Poppy replied, her pink hair in a mess, falling like a pink waterfall, she pressed the sheets and her eyes of the same color as her were lost in those of the troll who now penetrated her.

The more thrusts he gave, Floyd felt how his body began to fade, a sign that he could not contain his orgasm for long. So he gently fell on his lover, leaving kisses on her cheeks, neck, shoulders and bust, caressing her body. As Poppy caressed his back until she reached his butt, their eyes met and their lips met in need, giving her best attempt at a French kiss.

Desire and lust combined with their exotic bodies. While the passion and adrenaline were going at full speed, now it was only that forbidden love in full ecstasy, listening to their hearts go fast, exchanging kisses and caresses, without fear that Branch would arrive early and when crossing through that door he would see them. The last thrusts came, and his hips then began to slow down, Floyd could not contain his orgasm and stained Poppy with his slimy seed, feeling how his member was soaked with her fluids.

Poppy shuddered as she felt how it delicately came out of her, cum still overflowing from her sex. Floyd stayed by her side, feeling how Poppy snuggled into his arms and rested her head against his chest. He couldn't help but pamper her with caresses on her bare back and arms and place a kiss on her forehead. Poppy's reaction to these displays of affection and approached him kissing his chin.

Floyd was grateful for those hours of the day and night in which his younger brother went out to get supplies for his bunker, happy on his way back knowing that he would see the pink troll that his heart adored so much, believing that his girlfriend was waiting for him. with an open heart. But he had no idea that she dressed like that for another troll who also loved her.

It wasn't the first time they had met, that was true. He didn't remember when he had started this game, nor did they have any plans for it to end. Floyd and Poppy couldn't say no to this, they wished the first time had been the last. That's what they said the next time, it became a hobby that no one should know about. When their mouths touched, they didn't want to say no.

"I love you so much, your majesty." Floyd sighed exhausted, with his gaze lost on the ceiling.

"Th-that was wonderful..." the pop monarch expressed tenderly, passing her hands over Floyd's chest.

"P-poppy, I-I love you...I-I love you very much..." the pink-haired troll whispered, while releasing strong exhalations.

"I love you too, Floyd...there is no one my heart loves more than you..." Poppy smiled, her eyelids feeling heavy.

He felt a soft warmth in his chest, one that slowly transformed into happiness.

"A-are you really saying that?" Floyd then asked, with a very excited face.

"For what reasons would I lie to you?" Poppy responded lovingly, now touching Poppy's nose. "love you so much, Floyd Sivan. Even if I have great affection for Branch, I will always love you first."

"come here…"

That was the last thing the magenta-haired man hummed before wrapping up the Queen of Pop. Happy to know that even knowing how bad all of this was, Poppy felt the same as him.

The queen adored this bitter and opaque survivor and loved that loved her, but her heart could not combat the desire she had for her brother-in-law...they were just white lies, which she was sure would not hurt Branch...as long as they did not he heard.

Above that flying insect, Floyd kept his eyes on the steering wheel while the world around him turned purple, soon welcoming him to the night. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Poppy, who was lying on her side, enjoying the beautiful view as the wind shook her hair. Dressed in long pants, a hoodie, and sunglasses, at first glance, no one would know she was the queen of pop and he was the former member of Bro-Zone.

There, behind the seat, their hands met. They were going so fast, and neither of them looked back. Whatever Poppy needed, her lover made up for it. They made a great team, and no one realized (and it was better that NO ONE realized) that between the two lovers, there was an explosive chemistry bordering on romance. Sharing cigarettes, they left together to enjoy each other's company for a while and confess the new things life had brought them. They took a relaxing pill and didn't have to leave. Floyd swore to her that he would return to emo if she stayed by his side, and if he broke her heart, it would be an honor.

They traveled until they reached a high mountain, where from its peak they could see the entire kingdom of the trolls and even beyond its borders. They settled in, and it was something very beautiful to see. It was a perfect world for them, where they could love each other without fear of prying eyes, without fear of being discovered.

"The kingdom of our people is fascinating," Poppy said, laying her head on Floyd's shoulder. "When I think I already know everything about it, there are new surprises and worlds around the corner. I think being so small makes ours seem much more than it is... but that makes it even more incredible."

"It's truly crazy, even the world outside our barriers can be ours if we want to take a look at it," Floyd stated, with his hand holding the queen firmly by her hip, keeping her close to him.

"Have you left our kingdom too?" Poppy asked. Floyd just nodded.

"Ignoring the time those lunatics kidnapped me, their world is also incredible. It is a retro paradise where they only care about partying and eating junk, the dream of every teenager. I would have liked to spend more time there and learn about their customs," said the troll with pink irises. "When I left the troll tree, I wandered aimlessly, but with each song, I reached places no one else had taken me... although it was sad to live all that alone."

"We take fun very far, and sometimes living is so difficult... but... if one day I have the opportunity to escape, I hope it is with you by my side," Poppy responded softly, flirting with her second boyfriend.

"Would you like to escape?" Floyd asked, caressing the pink queen's head, letting his nose drown in that beautiful smell of strawberries.

"I don't want to escape... I want you to steal me and take me with you." Poppy looked down, seeing how their hands intertwined, fitting perfectly together.

"But... what will happen to Branch?..."

"I love him very much; I know he would die without me..."

"And... would you still do it?" The blue troll then looked at Poppy, anguish present in both his eyes and his voice.

It didn't take long for Poppy to understand where this was going, so she moved a little away from her lover and got on her knees in front of him, as close as she could get. She slowly put her hands between theirs, joining their palms, which slowly closed. Their foreheads touched, and their hair then became tangled, forming a beautiful heart at the tip.

"You have nothing to fear, light of my life. You will always be my first and only great love," Poppy whispered with sweetness in her voice.

"And you are mine… my queen…"

Coming back to reality.

He was an idiot; he knew that now that he had lost everything. He looked out of that entrance; the rain did not seem to stop, and he still felt cold. He was already very far from the villa. Maybe that space in the tree could serve as a new home, with a refrigerator, a sofa, and a bathroom. He could make his own bunker, far from the dreams and hopes that some had and that he wanted to share with Poppy.

Damn it, how come now that he had lost her was when he began to love her the most? Why was he craving her kisses and sweet words now that their love story had come to an end? Why did he want to kiss her and make her feel better when she was now using her tears for another love? He couldn't be happy with what he had left if he no longer had room for anything in his head.

Her pretty pink color, everything that he loved about the queen of pop, mixed with his deep sadness. Even his feet were beginning to turn gray.

Floyd had fallen for every word Poppy had said to him. He had gone to sleep several nights with a smile and a heart full of empathy. His songwriting notebook was now full of new lyrics that would become future songs for Brozone, all thanks to the pop monarch who was now his muse. He wanted to be air and for Poppy to breathe him forever, because he had nothing to lose.

He loved her so much, and it was in those moments that he knew... he just knew, that Poppy loved him too.

It made Branch very happy to see that his beloved brother and his beloved girlfriend got along so well. He liked to know that he was also loved very much. It was so tender for him to know that his family had returned to stay and that his brothers would be by his side, together through thick and thin. If he had his dearest brother and the queen to whom he gave his whole heart, what could be better than that? Branch didn't have to know; it wouldn't hurt him to know what they were doing to him if he didn't find out. He just had to stay true to his fake love with Poppy and everything would be fine... yes, that was it... he just had to not find out that Poppy's lips were painted with another lipstick...

Their love remained hidden. When no one paid attention to them, they really let it be seen. Some mornings he woke up, and they used sheets. When Branch's brothers and himself were walking with both pop sisters, Floyd always stayed close to his brother, having his young man up close. Even under the tables when ordering a huge pizza for the entire gang, they caressed their thighs, drank from brilliant waterfalls, and slid through stars, from mortal bodies and young souls.

But now, Floyd was crying... that wasn't love, it was clear to see... but he wanted Poppy so badly to stay by his side.

Why did he think Poppy was being honest? Why did he believe that their love was so special if it was a secret? He didn't know it, but he regretted it. He regretted all the decisions he had made that led him to this... he regretted having been such an idiot.

It was afternoon, very dark. Branch was not there, and Poppy had let him know that she needed him. When that letter reached him, his heart caught fire.

The couple met again in the bunker, and without wasting time, their lips met in a radiant passion. They reached the bed, clothes began to disappear, and caresses appeared. They called each other by their names, their love once again came out free.

But the lights suddenly turned on, and a net fell on them.

Through the door of the room, the troll with dark hair and a leaf vest appeared with Clay, Bruce, and John Dory on his heels. Branch was clenching his fists like rocks, and nothing on that earth could describe the pain, the anger, nor the sadness that filled his blue eyes, from which tears fell.

It seems that the town of Pop had spread the gossip, and it grew like foam until it touched Branch's ears.

Both Floyd and Poppy knew at that moment… that this was going to be the day they died.

Branch's fingers became tangled in each of Floyd's magenta hairs. His screams and moans were nothing to him anymore. Between kicks and a shower of fists, the survivor threw his brother out of the bunker, violently hitting him against the ground. Poppy came out after her boyfriend, hugging herself with great fear. Even her legs were shaking. Floyd got up with difficulty but was knocked down by another punch from the dark-haired man.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! WITH MY OWN GIRLFRIEND!" Branch shouted at him in pain and anger, while Floyd rubbed his jaw. Clay, John Dory, and Bruce appeared at his sides, also showing faces of disgust and disappointment. "I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!"

"Branch..." Poppy murmured, trying to get his attention.

"B-bitty B…, l-listen." Floyd gasped, raising his hands defensively.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT! I ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING, I KNOW THIS IS NOT NEW! I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING HERE WHEN YOU WERE NOT HERE! YOU ARE A DAMN UNHAPPY! UNHAPPY TRAITOR! YOU MESSED WITH MY LOVE! MY OWN BROTHER!" Branch continued shouting and dealing various blows to his older brother followed by a push. "IN MY OWN BED!"

Floyd covered himself with both arms, trying to cushion the beating that the blue-eyed man was now giving him, but it didn't work. Branch even pulled his hair and kicked.

"Branch, stop!" Poppy screamed in terror and immediately struggled to separate her boyfriend from her lover, without much success at first but eventually fulfilling her wish. "I-I'm begging you, please, stop…."

"You are despicable..." Branch said again towards the magenta-haired man, with a dull and withering voice. "You are a damn traitorous viper..."

While Floyd was cleaning his face and the dirt, he heard his older brother raise his voice and he looked scared. His ears drooped more when he saw that both the purple-haired and the green-haired men were also approaching him with eyes of rejection.

"I never thought that one of us would fall so low and come to this... so disgusting," John Dory spat, clenching his fists in disappointment and rejection.

"You don't do that to anyone, to absolutely no one. What was going through your damn head?" Bruce recriminated, equally disgusted. "How could you betray our brother like this? What's your excuse?"

Surprisingly, the next one to raise his voice was Clay. Grabbing Floyd by his magenta strands and pulling roughly.

"You have no shame, Floyd," the green-haired man exclaimed with coldness and disappointment. He didn't care about the painful faces his opponent made. He continued to keep his fingers tangled in his younger brother's hair. "I don't know you..."

"C-Clay... p-please..." the pink-eyed one screamed. He immediately fell to his knees and raised his hands towards Clay's arm, trying to get away. It was useless; the green-haired man was stronger than his fine and thin body made him appear.

"Don't even try to play the victim. The whole town already knows what happened between you and Poppy..." Clay said with that same cold and disappointed tone. He wasn't going to pretend that he wasn't on Branch's side.

"You messed with my girlfriend. You came several nights to be with her. You humiliated me in front of the entire pop kingdom. You even had the nerve to see her and touch her right under the noses of all of us, IN FRONT OF ME!" Branch claimed with total disgust and anger.

Clay abruptly let go of Floyd, letting him fall to the ground again.

"Branch… please, not me."

"When you left, I felt that a part of me had died. The person I adored most had left my life, and even so, I kept my hopes and waited for you... I never stopped waiting for my dear brother to return so we could be together again," Branch sobbed angrily, pointing one of his fingers at Floyd. "I loved you, I loved you, you poor thing. I built my bunker, I never stopped dreaming, and when I finally get you back... when my whole life was fine... you do this to me... you touched the woman of my life, my love... my Poppy." Bringing his hands to his chest to give himself more emphasis, the grayish troll wrinkled his face. This hurt him as much as it made him angry. Always, the people who loved him or who said they did hurt him in one way or another.

Floyd swallowed nervously, wanting to contain the urge to cry, but his eyes landed on his brother's side and who was hiding behind him. There was Poppy, as terrified and ashamed as him. She also had her ears completely drooping and torrents of tears on her cheeks. It hurt him so much to see his pretty poppy flower like that; it was like poison to his heart. How he wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her, whispering, "Everything will be okay, my love... here I am... here I will stay by your side."

"And the worst of all is that you brainwashed Poppy. You manipulated her to have her as your lover through lies," said Branch.

"N-no!... no, no, no, no!" Floyd denied, still scared and with a gesture of panic. "Branch, you're wrong. Poppy loves me, she told me so!..."

"Shut up! Poppy would never do something like that to me... Who knows what you said to trick her. You managed to brainwash her and you took advantage of it the moment you saw an opportunity."

"Of course not!" Immediately, Floyd looked at his pink lover, stretching as far as he could towards her. "Poppy, please tell him. Tell him the truth... Tell him how much you love me, tell him what you really feel... tell him what you feel for me."

The pink troll felt like she was falling into the void the moment her lover called her name in front of Bro-zone. All those eyes fell on her, and she immediately fell silent. Her skin crawled with fear, and a sharp pain was present in her chest, as if both of her lungs were about to explode.

"Come on, you don't have to lie about your feelings. We no longer have to pretend in front of anyone... let them know how much we love each other..." Floyd showed her a tender smile, even with his weakness exposed. "Please... my love..."

Poppy now prevented her pink orbs from coming into contact with the rest of those present and, much less, with her boyfriend... now the only thing she encountered was Floyd, waiting for her response. The silence was such that she could even hear her own heart on the verge of tachycardia. She knew that whatever her decision was, she was going to be screwed... it was funny how it was until now that she realized how those temptations and desires for a beautiful pop were going to ruin her life.

However, deep down, Floyd knew what Poppy felt. He knew very well that her heart beat for him and only for him. So all he had to do was wait so that they could run away together and start a new chapter in their lives.

But... then why did Poppy, instead of going with him, go with the dark-haired troll?

"...Poppy?" Floyd murmured in pain, blinking repeatedly, incredulous at what he witnessed.

"Floyd... don't ever talk to me again..." Poppy murmured coldly, clinging to Branch's chest, showing rejection in her pink-painted eyes. "...and never look for me again. This will be the last time you will see me present and in front of you."

He needed time to replace what he had given away... although his hopes were high, he would have to keep them small... but at that moment, that seemed impossible... he knew that his heart was not going to be able to recover from this for a long time.

He would stay there, crying for his lost love until he had no tears left... but if ever love and his dreams with her would be there in Troll Village.

Floyd saw luxurious pools full of light, he saw martinis, luxurious rooms, and airplanes in the sky. He saw a small house with a garden on the hill and names of the children he once planned to have with Poppy. He saw quiet nights of romance with ice and Tanqueray.

But now everything was breaking, and it was all his fault.

He had to lose everything to realize...

Only fools like him fell for Queen Poppy.