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2025-03-25
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My Youth is Yours

Summary:

A collection of one shots and short stories that take place after Trolls Band Together.

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(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)

Chapter 1: Rules

Chapter Text

Will write:
Fluff
Angst
Hurt/Comfort
Family bonding
Next Gen focused one shots

Won’t write:
Incest
Smut

Feel free to leave requests :).

Chapter 2: How Do You Do It?

Summary:

“How do you guys do it?” Poppy interrupted, watching the debate. Much like the others.

A pause. Clay looked over his shoulder at her. “How do we do what?”

“Transform yourselves into golf balls? Can you show us how you do it?”

Or: Viva and Clay try to show their respective siblings how to turn into golf balls.

Chapter Text

“We are not letting the Putt Putts stay in golf ball form all day.”

Viva held one hand up. “Clay, the Putt Putts all requested that and I’ve already told them they can.”

Clay rolled his eyes. “Well I’m going to tell them they can’t.”

Viva moved to lightly boop Clay on the nose. “Too late,” she cheekily told him. “They’ve already done it, Mr. Clay. And before you say we’re not, we are going to join them.”

“No, we are not—”

“How do you guys do it?” Poppy interrupted, watching the debate. Much like the others.

A pause. Clay looked over his shoulder at her. “How do we do what?”

“Transform yourselves into golf balls?” Poppy spoke up again, glancing more than once between the two of them with a hopeful look on her face. A few moments passed by before she continued, “Can you show us how you do it?”

Clay and Viva paused before their debate could go on for much longer and glanced at one another with matching looks of confusion. Had they really not taught the others, shown them how they do it, yet? A silence hit, the others all looking at them in curiosity and expectation. It broke only when Viva, biting at her lip, spoke up.

“I…guess we could show you guys,” Viva said as she grabbed a hold of Poppy’s hand and began to lead her over towards a nearby grassy area with all the brothers following behind.

They were all struggling.

Really struggling.

Clay and Viva stood across from their respective siblings and watched on as they tried to do it over and over, each attempt ending up failing more and more. 

“Viva, we can’t do it like you and Clay,” Poppy pointed out, ending up on her back on the grass after a tenth attempt, Branch, John Dory, Bruce and Floyd all following suit. “We give—…”

Viva let out a soft chuckle as she went to help her sister to her feet as Clay did the same with each of his brothers. “That’s only because you’re doing it wrong, hermanita.”

“Doing it wrong? I’ve seen Trolls turn into bowling balls and pins before. I get that there’s a difference between both games but in what way are we doing it wrong? Could you show us all again—?”

“Sure. You do it…” Viva paused just about long enough to turn into a golf ball again. “…like this.”

“Viva, we’ve tried ten times.” Poppy walked over and gently placed a hand on her older sister’s shoulder when Viva popped out of her golf ball form. “It’s clearly difficult and it’s best we give up by now.”

“Give up? No, duh. There’s no giving up until you guys all do it.”

“Veev, I don’t think the rest of us are going to be able to do it,” Poppy started to say, but she was cut off when Viva turned her attention to Clay and changed the subject for absolutely no reason other than to be amused.

“Speaking of which…Clay, I think it’s best you teach your brothers whilst I teach Poppy.”

Clay rolled his eyes. “No.”

“What do you mean no, Mr. Clay?” Viva, confused, tilted her head to the side.

“You teach them all,” Clay huffed as he turned. “I’ll go read one of my sad books.”

“Nope. You’re staying.” Viva grabbed hold of her boyfriend’s arm before Clay could actually go through with leaving. “I am not letting you leave.”

“Viv…”

Viva gave her boyfriend her best puppy dog eyes.

“Fine…” Clay relented, looking off to the side. A moment passed, followed by a silence, when he said nothing else.

Viva squealed much too loudly for Clay’s taste, tackling him to the ground and planting a kiss on his cheek. Something that he was clearly not even expecting.

A stunned looking Clay wasn’t given that much of a choice but to wrap his arms around Viva’s waist. But that didn’t seem to stop him from muttering out, “Viva, let me get up.”

“Never! I’ll never do that!” Viva planted another kiss on Clay’s cheek and it seemed like they had forgotten what they were actually doing until Bruce spoke up.

“Are you two going to start engaging in a kissing session or are you going to continue teaching us?”

Shoot.

Viva eventually got off of Clay, enabling him to stand up as she turned her attention back towards the others. 

“Where were we—?” Viva started to say, only to be cut off mid question by Branch.

“Talking about how bad we all are at turning into golf balls?” Branch pointed out, succeeding in hiding his sarcasm. “I don’t know what else we can do now—”

“Do it one at a time!” Viva interrupted rather unexpectedly, clearly not bothered by having it done to her.

“Do it one at a time?” Branch echoed out of confusion, folding his arms as he gave his future sister-in-law a look. “I’m sorry? Do you expect each one of us to stay in golf ball form until everyone does it correctly? Is that what you’re saying?”

Viva nodded exuberantly. “Congratulations on volunteering to be the first to try an eleventh time, Mr. Branch.”

A look of annoyance crossed Branch’s face. “I did not…”

“You kinda did,” Poppy said exuberantly, preparing to tackle Branch to the ground. “And, for that, I will now proceed to scare you, my dear boyfriend, into golf ball form.”

Confusion crossed Branch’s face. “Scare me into…Poppy, please no.”

But it was too late by then. Poppy lunged towards Branch just as soon as he started to turn to face her, causing him to do just that. A silence hit as the others all cheered, breaking when Viva elected to speak up.

“See…!! He’s got it!” Viva announced, pointing at Branch. “I know the rest of you can do it too…”

Chapter 3: Floyd Comes Out

Summary:

Five more minutes passed by. Branch knocked on the door again, looking to be even more frantic than he was before and on the verge of becoming frustrated. “Floyd!” he tried again. “Come out—!”

“I’m gay, Branch,” Floyd casually stated from the other side of the door.

Branch rubbed at his forehead. “That is not what I meant,” he uttered out in stunned silence. “But I support you.”

Or: Floyd comes out to his brothers.

Chapter Text

Floyd was in the process of a mental breakdown.

He’d spent twenty minutes so far in the bunker’s bathroom, curled up in a tight ball and sitting in the middle of its floor, not at the very least wanting to get up. Wanting to stay in there for the rest of the day. If not forever at the very least. 

Outside of the bunker’s bathroom, on the other side of the door, Branch frantically knocked on the door to it, rather concerned for his fourth older brother. 

“Floyd, are you okay in there?”

“No, but thanks for asking,” Floyd said as he shifted his position to lay on his back in the middle of the floor and stare at the ceiling now.

Five more minutes passed by. Branch knocked on the door again, looking to be even more frantic than he was before and on the verge of becoming frustrated. “Floyd!” he tried again. “Come out—!”

“I’m gay, Branch,” Floyd casually stated from the other side of the door.

Branch rubbed at his forehead. “That is not what I meant,” he uttered out in stunned silence. “But I support you and you need to come out because I mean that in a serious way.”

Another minute passed by before he heard his brother get up and move to exit the bathroom, immediately moving out of the way to avoid getting hit by it. Branch closed the door behind Floyd and turned to him with a mixed look of confusion and annoyance.

“What were you even doing that led you to be in there for twenty five minutes?”

“I had a mental breakdown.”

“You had a twenty five minute mental breakdown over the fact that you’re gay?”

“No. Not exactly,” Floyd explained, shaking his head in a brief moment of silence, as he followed Branch to the kitchen. “I had a mental breakdown and then I realized that I didn’t tell you I was gay until you told me to come out.”

“You…what?”

Branch set a plate of freshly cookies and two steaming cups of coffee on the table. The cookies in the center of the table and one of the coffees in front of him and the other one in front of Floyd before sitting down. As he grabbed one, Floyd doing the same not too long after, Branch turned his attention to his older brother with a simple question in mind.

“So, tell me…how long have you been gay?”

Floyd picked one of the chocolate chips off of his cookie and popped it in his mouth. “Since my teens,” he explained. “But I’ve only been dating my boyfriend for a few days now.”

“A few days….?” Branch tilted his head to the side. “How come the rest of us haven’t seen you guys together at all?”

“He’s a little bit shy. Kinda reserved.” Floyd picked up another cookie and took another bite of it all the while keeping his attention focused solely on his younger brother. “I’ll introduce him to you and our other brothers soon though. I promise. I’ll come out to the others first. Then—”

“Come out? What do you mean by ‘come out’?” 

The youngest two brothers looked up to find John and Clay standing in the doorway to the kitchen, their attention focused solely on Floyd.

Floyd glanced between them. “What are you guys doing here—?”

“We came to ask who that male rock troll waiting outside the bunker for you is, Floyd,” John started to say, only to be cut off by Floyd when a look of panic crossed the pink and white haired troll’s face.

Oh, shoot. He was here? Floyd stayed silent as he stood up and hurried past John and Clay, nearly knocking the both of them over, to take the elevator up to the top of the bunker. John and Clay watched him do so out of pure confusion. Stunned looks on their faces.

“What’s gotten into him, dude?” Clay asked Branch as he and John Dory went to sit across from him, each them grabbing a cookie. “I don’t think Floyd’s ever been that frantic.”

Branch shrugged with one arm. “He’ll explain things out in full sooner or later, I guess…where’s Bruce?”

“I just returned with Rhonda after dropping him off at Vacay Island,” John Dory said, taking a bite of his cookie and putting it down. “I’m still curious about that male troll who asked for Floyd…”

Before John Dory could have a chance to even finish speaking, he was cut off by Floyd reentering the bunker with the mysterious emo troll following behind. Before John Dory or Clay could even ask who he was, Floyd put a hand on the other troll’s shoulder. Though he didn’t urge him forward.

“Brothers, I’d like for you to meet Hawthorn, my boyfriend.”

John Dory and Clay looked at one another. So that was what Floyd meant when he mentioned coming out.

Stunned confusion appeared on John’s face as he and Clay watching as Floyd and Hawthorn sat themselves down at the table. Both of them beside Branch. “Did you say boyfriend?”

Floyd nodded in response as he picked up another cookie, kindly offering it to Hawthorn before getting himself another cookie and taking a bite of it and briefly looking over towards his boyfriend. Mainly when Hawthorn put a hand on top of his.

“Didn’t…didn’t you say you had four brothers?” he drawled out, glancing around the table at Branch, John Dory and Clay.

“Oh, I guess I’ll have to introduce you to Bruce later…”

 

A few days later…

 

“So…boyfriend, huh?” Bruce asked as he passed small tropical smoothies to everyone before sitting down in the sand beside Floyd. Though he kept his attention focused on Hawthorn.

Floyd nodded. “We’ve been together for a little over a week now.”

A pause. Bruce now focused his attention on Floyd. “When did you come out to the others, bro?”

“A few days ago, I’d say. Came out to Branch first because I was having a mental breakdown and he asked me to come out. And then John and Clay shortly after.” Floyd held Hawthorn’s hand and gave him a smile. “It took me a little while to realize that Branch actually meant that he wanted me to come out of the bathroom.”

Bruce took another sip of his smoothie. “When did you—?”

“Floyd here introduced me to the rest of your brothers after two of them took notice of me standing outside his home,” Hawthorn drawled, draping an arm around Floyd’s shoulders and pulling him close to him.

“Hawthorn, come on. The bunker wasn’t always my home,” Floyd lightly chuckled. “It’s my younger brother’s. I only moved in as a roommate to him a few months ago.”

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