Not So Rock-Hearted || Floyd (Trolls) x Reader
a/n: prepare for this to not be serious, but rather silly and rushed because i think floyd is one cutie patootie ty
another a/n: likes and reblogs are appreciated too :3 okay enjoy your read!
i.i prologue;
After the night of the Bergen Attack, you lost your best friend. You were angry that night. You were angry at King Peppy for lying about “no troll left behind" when he left behind his own daughter. Then, one night, you left.
You wandered away from Pop Village, venturing outside with all the dangers. Eventually, after a few days and still no sign of Viva, you lost hope. You survived the next few days, trying to hide from the predators and find a new place to stay.
Along the way, you encountered a different kind of troll, a rock troll. Her name was Barb, and she took you to Volcano Rock City, which eventually became your new home. You also, eventually, got around to rock music. You enjoyed it more, and it naturally became a part of you, the pop fading away.
During the World Tour, you didn’t expect to see King Peppy again. It frustrated you to see him casually be carried by a sea of trolls, so by the time he reached your arms, you gripped him tight and set him down in front of you.
“King Peppy.” You said his name through gritted teeth. “It’s good to see you again.” You follow up as calmly as possible.
“Oh, I- I’m sorry, do I know you?” He replied nervously, taking a step back and raising his hands. You scoffed, adjusting your guitar strap so your instrument could hang by your back. You reminded him of your name. He echoed it, confused, before gasping.
“Where’s Viva?” You cocked your head to the side and folded your arms. He gulped and looked down. Your mouth opened a bit in disappointment, your brows furrowing. “You still haven’t found her?” You asked. Disbelief, sadness, and there’s that frustration again.
“I…”
“What happened to no troll left behind?”
“When I went back to get them, the tunnels had already collapsed!” King Peppy defended himself. “I’m guilty, every day, for leaving those trolls behind. I’m even guilty that I let you go away… I kept thinking that a Bergen would get you too!”
“So why didn’t you stop me?” You asked, shaking your head a little.
“Because I was a coward!” You inhaled sharply at his reply. He breathed heavily before clearing his throat. “I can never go back in time and make sure that Viva got out of the tunnels with the others, or make sure that you never left and made it up to you.”
“...” You said nothing, watching him step forward and grab your hand in his.
“I’m happy to see that you’re doing well, however. And… that I’m also sorry.” He said softly. Your eyes softened, and you sighed, placing your other hand on his.
“King Peppy, I… I don’t think I’ll forgive you, but I think I’ll learn to accept what’s happened. I’ve got Queen Barb, and she’s proven to me that she won’t leave me behind.” You glanced at him before looking at your savior on stage. “She’s given me a new friendship that I never thought I’d make again after Viva.” You smiled gently before meeting his eye again, pulling your hands away.
King Peppy smiles slightly and nods his head. “That’s… good to hear.” You nod your head before you start to walk away. “I just have one favor…”
“What is it?” You stop, turning back to him.
“Don’t tell Poppy about Viva... She’s not ready.”
You look at him quietly before shaking your head and continuing to walk away. “Whatever you want, King Peppy.” You say loud enough for him to hear before walking to the stage for Barb.
You didn’t talk to him after the World Tour. You didn’t return to the pop trolls when Poppy invited you back either; you simply told her that you had your place here with the rock trolls.
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HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY FOR THE DEPARTED
My beloved little fic was posted one year again today and has grown so vastly more in scope and length than I ever could have expected. 120k words in a year. God damn.
No clue how long it’ll be in the end but I hope I still make it engaging enough to read as we approach that point. Where ever it is.
This post for whatever reason doesn’t like links but there is a link on my pinned post.
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Fyozai is so tragic and special to me. Imagine how lonely it must be, having not met a soul like you for your entire lifetime. A lifetime that has felt like it has been forever because your mind never sleeps. Then you finally meet somebody who is your carbon copy, a person who takes the level of your intellect to new heights after being deprived for so long-- only to be on opposite sides entirely. A chess game that nobody wins because no matter what, you lose. Either you lose the game or you lose the only person who has ever understood you.
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