Important moments

by Ixora_jade

Summary:

A bunch of fics and AU’s surrounding the different trolls tribes

Notes:

Trollex has a nightmare, luckily, his husband is there to comfort him.

Requested by @Mappelshad

Chapter 1: Hickory x Trollex, Restless Nights

Due to being a bounty hunter, Hickory is a light sleeper. Whcih is why he wasn’t surprised when he woke up in the middle of the night due to the crashing waves outside.

Or at least he thought thats what happened till he heard a small whine on the side of him. He looked over at his husband, expecting the worst.

Trollex's eyes were squeezed shut, his body tense and shaking. Hickory immediately knew something was wrong. "Trollex? What's the matter, mein Schatz?" He whispered, his hand coming up to gently stroke his husband's arm.

The Techno Troll's whines grew louder, turning into a muffled cry. Hickory realized that Trollex was caught in a nightmare, a rare occurrence since their union had brought him a newfound peace. "It's alright, baby," he said soothingly, his hand moving to gently cup Trollex's cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that had gathered. "I'm here. You're safe."

Trollex had no idea what to do. He was surrounded by walls made of rock. The space so small he could even stretch out his arms all the way.

Trollex’s heart raced in his chest, the gills on his neck fluttering rapidly as he took in shallow breaths. His eyes darted around the small, dark space, searching for any sign of an exit. His body was coated in a cold sweat, the panic of his claustrophobia setting in. He was trapped, unable to move, unable to breathe.
 The wslls seemed like they were closing in on him, getting tighter and tighter.

But then, through the darkness, he heard it. The gentle, soothing rumble of Hickory's voice, calling out to him. "Trollex, wake up, baby, you're just dreaming," Hickory murmured, his voice cutting through the terror.

The walls of the tiny, enclosed space began to fade, the cold, the rock walls morphing into the warm, familiar wooden beams of their bedroom. The pressure on his chest lifted as the room grew larger, and Trollex gasped for air, his eyes snapping open. He was back in the safety of their bed, Hickory's strong arms around him, holding him tight.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. It was just a bad dream,” Hickory whispered into his ear, his grip tightening as he felt Trollex's body tremble in his embrace. The Techno Troll's glow had dimmed slightly, but the warmth of his husband's touch brought comfort and color back to his scales.

“It felt so real,” Trollex murmured, his voice still shaking as he clung to Hickory, his eyes wide with fear.

Hickory kissed his forehead gently. “It’s over now, mein Schatzi. You’re safe. You’re with me.” He held his husband close, feeling the rapid beating of Trollex’s heart slowly return to a calmer rhythm.

Trollex nodded into his embrace, his gills still fluttering slightly with his erratic breaths. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little shaky still. "Thanks Hickory, I don't know what I'd do without you."

Hickory's arms tightened around him, and he felt Trollex's grip on his forearms loosen. He gently carded his fingers through the Techno Troll's neon hair. "Do you want to tell me about it?" He asked softly, his eyes searching Trollex's face for any signs of lingering fear.

Trollex took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "It was just... I was trapped," he began, his voice shaky. "I couldn't move, couldn't breathe... it was like... like I was buried alive, the space was so small.” He shuddered at the memory, burying his face into the crook of Hickory's neck.

Hickory's eyes narrowed with concern, his thumbs stroking circles on Trollex's back. He knew about his husband's claustrophobia, a fear that had haunted Trollex since he was a trolling. It had been a rare occurrence for Trollex to have such a vivid and terrifying nightmare, especially since they had moved into their beach house. He made a mental note to keep a closer eye on his husband's well-being, knowing that stress and fatigue could trigger such episodes.

"Let's go for a swim," Hickory suggested, his voice a gentle rumble. "The water always calms you down."

Trollex nodded, the idea of the open ocean always soothing to his soul. They got out of bed, hand in hand they went to the beach, the moon casting a soft glow over the sand.

As they reached the water's edge, Hickory scooped Trollex up in his strong arms making the techno king laugh as his husband carried him into the waves. The coolness of the water washed over Trollex's body, instantly easing the tension from his nightmare. He sighed contentedly as the waves lapped at his chest, the salty water feeling like a gentle embrace.

They swam together in silence for a while, the only sounds being their splashes and the distant calls of night creatures. Trollex felt his gills relax as the water surrounded him, the vast openness of the ocean a stark contrast to the suffocating space from his dream. Hickory's presence was a steady reassurance that he wasnt alone.

Trollex started to float furtger out he wrapped his arms around Hickorys waist, worrying something will happen to his husband while they are over deeper parts of the ocean. Hickory can breathe in the water thanks to the techno troll tribes magic but his love wouldnt be able to handle the strong underwater currents and whirlpools.

“You don’t have to worry about me, darlin,” Hickory assured, feeling the tension in Trollex’s arms. He knew his husband’s fears all too well.

Trollex looked up at Hickory, the neon glow of his skin mixing with the moonlight reflecting off the waves. “I can’t help it,” he whispered. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

They swam further out, the light from the moon playing on the rippling water. Hickory felt the tension in Trollex's arms slowly release as they floated together, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the ocean.

Evntually they went back inside, the couple quickly dried off and changed. They lay down on their bed, Hickory wrapping his arms around Trollex from behind, his legs entwined with the finned limbs of his love.

"You okay now?" Hickory asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Trollex nodded, snuggling closer into Hickory's embrace. "Yeah, I think so," he murmured. "Thanks for taking me out there."

The two of them lay there for a while, listening to the waves crash against the shore outside. Trollex felt the steady beat of Hickory's heart against his back, and it helped to soothe the last of his fears. He knew that he could always count on his husband to be there for him, no matter what.

Hickory felt Trollex's body finally relax into his, and he knew that the nightmare was finally starting to fade away. He cleared his throat gently and began to sing an old German lullaby that his mother had sung to him when he was just a young troll.

 

Chapter 2: The glittering guardian

Notes:

Guy Diamond finds out Creek has been picking on Tiny do Guy does something about it

Tiny Diamond was usually a very enthusiastic kid, bubbling over with energy and a penchant for mischief that mirrored his father's own youthful spirit. The only time he wasn't was when he was sad or sick, which always made Guy Diamond worry.

"Hey, Tiny Twinkle," Guy called out cheerfully when Tiny Diamond waddled into their pod. He quickly frowned when he saw that his sons usual glittery pep was replaced by a noticeable slump in his shoulders. "What's got you down, buddy?"

Tiny Diamond looked up at his father with those big, eyes and forced a smile. "I-I just fell, Daddy," he replied, his deep baby voice sounding unusually low and sad. He didnt want to tell his dad about creek picking on him because he knew that it would cause trouble and he didn't want to get anyone in trouble. Plus, he had heard his father say that trolls should try to get along and he didn't want to be the reason for any bad vibes between his friends.

Guy Diamond studied his son carefully, his protective instincts kicking in. But, Tiny has never lied to him so he had to believe his son. "Alright, if you say so," he said, his voice gentle but his eyes searching Tiny Diamond's face for any hint of the truth. Inside, however, Guy couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't quite right. He made a mental note to keep an eye on his little one.

As the evening rolled in, the pod was filled with the delicious aroma of the dinner that Guy had prepared. He had gone all out for his son, making his favorite spaghetti with meatballs, hoping to cheer him up. They sat down at their table, and Guy watched as Tiny Diamond picked at his food, the usual enthusiasm for his meal nowhere to be seen. Concerned, he tried to engage his son in conversation, but all he got were one-word answers and sighs.

Finally, after Tiny had finished his meal and washed his hands, Guy approached him with a warm smile, lifting his son out of his high chair. "How about I help you into your pajamas, little buddy?" he asked, trying to make it seem like a fun bonding activity rather than a concern-driven task.

But Tiny Diamond had other ideas. He looked up at his dad with a hint of anxiety in his eyes, something Guy had never seen before. "I-I can do it, Daddy," Tiny said, his voice quivering slightly. "I'm a big boy now."

Before the glitter troll could say anything else, Tiny ran up the stairs to his room, his little legs moving as fast as they could carry him. Guy Diamond exhaled heavily, his mind racing with what could have happened to make his baby boy so upset. He decided that he would give Tiny some space for the night, but he knew he couldn't just let this go. He had to find out what was bothering his son.

Guy didnt see his son again till morning, when he went into Tiny's room to wake him up for breakfast. The sight that met him was not a happy one. Tiny Diamond was curled up in his bed, clutching his favorite toy duck tightly to his chest.

"Morning, sunshine," Guy said, his voice a little too bright for the early hour. He gently stroked his son's hair, trying to wake him with a smile. "Time to get up, we have a big day ahead of us."

Tiny Diamond stirred, his grip on the toy duck loosening slightly. He blinked sleepily at his father, the sadness from the night before still lingering in his eyes. "Do we have to?" he mumbled, his voice small and defeated.

"Come on, Tiny," Guy Diamond said, trying to sound upbeat. "You know breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" He reached down to scoop up his son, feeling the weight of the situation on his shoulders.

After another meal of Tiny avoiding any actual conversations he tried to go right back up stairs to get dressed but before he could get too far, he felt his dad scoop him up from under his arms.

"Whoa, Daddy!" Tiny Diamond giggled slightly, despite his mood. "What's going on?"

Guy Diamond's smile softened into a more serious expression. "It's time for a bath, buddy," he said, carrying Tiny up the stairs to the restroom.

"I can do it myself, Daddy," Tiny Diamond protested, his tiny hands pushing at his father's chest. "I'm a big boy." He fouldnt let his dad see his arm.

Guy Diamond's smile slipped a little, but he nodded. "Sorry tiny twinkle, you too young to be left alone in water , remember?" he said. Guy placed Tiny doen to sit on the toilet seat while he filled the tub with warm water and bubbles.

As Guy Diamond turned to pick up his son, Tiny saw his chance and took off, his little legs moving as fast as they could. "No, no, no!" he wailed, tears welling up in his eyes. "I don't want a bath!"

Guy Diamond's heart sank. He had never seen his son act like this before, and it was clear that something was very wrong. He quickly caught up to Tiny, scooping him up in his arms despite the little troll's squirming. "What's going on, Tiny?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "You love baths. What's the matter?"

But Tiny Diamond was too upset to answer. He threw his head back and let out a wail that echoed through the pod, his little body trembling with the force of his emotions. "No bath, no!" he screamed, flailing his arms and legs.

Guy Diamond's eyes widened in surprise. His son had never thrown a tantrum before, not even as a baby. Something was definitely wrong. "Tiny, you are taking a bath then you are going to tell me whats been going on.” He firmly but gently held onto his son.

With a deep breath, Guy Diamond reached down and began to unbutton the long sleeve pajama shirt that Tiny Diamond was wearing. Tiny Diamond squirmed and struggled, trying to keep his secret hidden. But Guy was persistent, his protective instincts now fully engaged. As he slipped the shirt off Tiny's arm, his heart skipped a beat when he saw the grey bruises. When a glitter troll gets hurt the glitter where the bruises are turn a darker shade than their normal color. They weren't just any bruises, they were fingerprints, tons of them going up his arm. It looked as if someone had been gripping him tightly, with malicious intent.

"Who did this to you?" Guy demanded, his voice cold and hard.

Tiny Diamond looked away, his eyes filling with tears. "Nobody," he mumbled, trying to pull his arm out of his father's light grip.

Guy Diamond's expression grew stormy. "Don't lie to me, Tiny," he said, his voice low and threatening. He was trying to calm himself down for the sake of his son but it was becoming increasingly hard when he saw how dark some of the bruises are. "I know you didn't do this to yourself, and I want to know who's been hurting my son."

Tiny Diamond couldn't hold it in anymore. The tears began to fall, and his whole body shook with the force of his sobs. "C-Creek," he choked out, burying his face in his father's chest. "C-Creek hurt me, Daddy."

Guy Diamond's anger was a volcanic eruption, but he held it in, knowing his son needed comfort first. He cradled Tiny in his arms, stroking his white curly hair and whispering soothing words into his ear. "It's okay, Tiny," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Daddy's here. You don't have to be scared anymore." He kissed the top of Tiny's head, feeling the warmth of his son's body against his own. "You're safe now."

Though tears, Tiny Diamond managed to tell his father the whole story of how Creek had been bullying him, taking advantage of his small size and kind nature. He recounted how Creek had picked on him because he was friends with Branch, and how much he has helped the teal troll through some of him and Poppys adventures.

 

Guy Diamond's heart broke into a million glittering pieces at his son's revelation. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Tiny?" he asked, his voice trembling with rage and sadness. "You know you can tell me anything."

Tiny Diamond sniffled, his voice muffled by his father's chest. "I didn't want to cause trouble, Daddy," he murmured. "I didn't want you to be mad at Creek, or for anyone to think I'm a tattletale."

Guy Diamond's jaw clenched. "Tiny, it's not your fault," he said firmly. "Bullying is never okay, no matter who it is. You're not a tattletale for telling me the truth. Now, let's get you into that bath and cleaned up. I promise I'll handle this." To be honest, Guy didnt consider an adult hurting a trolling bullying just plain out abuse but he knew in Tinys childlike mind it was bullying.

Guy carefully lowered Tiny Diamond into the warm, bubble-filled tub, his eyes never leaving the bruises on his son's arm. He gently washed him, trying to keep the anger from his face. He didn't want to scare Tiny any more than he already was. As he worked, his mind raced with what he would do to Creek.

After getting his son and himself dressed he left the pod to find Gia, another glitter troll.

Gia was a friend of the family, known for her nurturing spirit and her ability to handle any situation with a cool head. She had known Tiny Diamond since he was born and had a special bond with him.

"Hey, Gia," Guy Diamond called out as he approached her pod, his voice tight with barely contained fury. "Could you watch Tiny for me for a little bit?"

Gia looked up from her garden, her eyes immediately searching his. "Of course, what's wrong?".

"I need to sort something out," Guy Diamond said, his jaw tight. "It's about Tiny. I'll explain later."

Gia's gaze softened. "Anything for the little one," she said, opening her pod's door. "Come in, Tiny ," she called out, holding her arms out. Tiny Diamond went to her willingly, his trust in her unshaken by the events of the day.

Guy Diamond kissed the top of Tiny's head before turning back to Gia. "Thank you," he said, his voice strained. With one last, lingering look at his son, he turned and strode away from the pod.

 

Creek was having a wonderful morning.

He was floating on a cloud of his own blissfulness, humming a cheerful tune as sat near a stream a little away from the noisiness of pop village.

Creeks mind wandered to the previous day and the little glitter troll. He thought about Tiny diamonds bruised arm and the way he had squirmed and cried when he had been picked up. A twisted smile grew on his face as he remembered the power he had felt in that moment. That little bastard had always been so cheerful and helpful, always following Branch around on adventures like a lost puppy. It had felt good to knock some of that spark out of him.

But then he heard the heavy footsteps approaching and his heart skipped a beat. He turned to see Guy diamond, the glitter trolls leader, stomping towards him with a group of his most trusted friends. Their expressions were stern and their glittering eyes were filled with a fury that Creek had never seen before.

He rolled his eyes before turning to the glittery group. Before he could say anything though, he was grabbed by two of the trolls and was dragged further away from the village into the woods.

"What's going on?" Creek squeaked, his eyes wide with fear.

Guy Diamond stepped forward, his eyes narrowed into slits walking closely behind with the rest of the geoup as they went further. "You tell me, Creek," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "What's going on is that my son comes home with bruises, and he says you're the one who gave them to him."

Creek's serene façade cracked a little, revealing a hint of the cowardly troll that lurked beneath. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, trying to pull away from the grip of the trolls holding him.

But Guy Diamond wasn't buying it. "Don't lie to me, Creek," he growled. "Tiny doesn't make up stories. If he says you hurt him, then you hurt him."

With a swift motion, one of the trolls holding Creek slammed him onto his stomach, pinning him to the ground. The air was knocked out of Creek's lungs, and he gasped for breath. The other trolls circled around, their eyes flashing in the dim light of the woods.

 

Guy Diamond bent down, his face mere inches from Creek's. "Listen to me, you slimy little troll," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "You do not lay a hand on my son, do you understand me?"

Creek's eyes darted around, searching for a way out, but the circle of glitter trolls was too tight, their expressions too grim. "G-Guy, please," he managed to say, his voice trembling. "It was just a little teasing, I didn't mean any harm."

"Teasing?" Guy Diamond spat out the word. "This isn't about teasing, Creek. This is about you picking on a baby because you're too much of a coward to face anyone your own size!" His voice grew louder, echoing through the trees. "You're supposed to be an adult, setting an example for the others, and instead you're bullying the youngest member of our village!"

Creek's face paled as the reality of the situation began to sink in. He had never seen Guy so angry before. The other glitter trolls tightened their grip on him, their own expressions a mix of disgust and anger. They had always looked up to Guy, and seeing his son hurt by one of their own was too much to bear.

"What do we do with him?" one of the trolls holding Creek asked, his grip tightening around Creek's arms.

Guy Diamond stood up, his chest heaving with rage. "We show him what happens when you mess with a Diamond," he declared, his glittery fists clenched at his sides. "We're going to make sure he never lays a finger on Tiny, or any other troll, ever again!"

The group of glitter trolls surrounding Creek nodded in agreement, their own anger at the thought of anyone hurting Tiny fueling their desire to teach Creek a lesson. "We're with you, Guy," they murmured in unison.

Creek's eyes darted around in panic, realizing the gravity of the situation. He had always considered himself to be one of the cool kids, but now he was the one on the receiving end of the very thing he had done to others. The fear in his eyes was palpable, and it only made the other trolls angrier.

With a swift motion, they tied his ankles together with vines they had found nearby, and before Creek could even protest, they had hoisted him upside down from a sturdy branch. The world spun around him, and he could feel the blood rushing to his head. He looked down at the unforgiving ground below, his heart racing.

"This isn't necessary," Creek whined, trying to wiggle free. "It was just a joke!"

But the glitter trolls weren't in a forgiving mood. They worked quickly, ignoring his protests, and soon his arms were tied together behind his back.

"What are you doing?" Creek yelled in a panic, his mellow demeanor replaced with a frantic tone. "This isn't funny!"

"nicr try, Creek," Guy Diamond said coldly. "You don't go around hurting someone smaller and weaker than you, especially not a child, and think there won't be consequences."

The other glitter trolls murmured their agreement, their eyes flashing with anger. Creek's eyes widened as he realized he had truly underestimated the situation. He had never seen his friends this way before, and it was terrifying.

"Now, listen carefully," Guy Diamond continued, his voice like a knife through the tension. "We're going to leave you here to think about what you've done. No one will hear your cries for help, so don't bother."

They leave Creek hanging upside down, his cries for mercy echoing through the woods.

Later that night, after dinner, Guy Diamond sat down with Tiny Diamond on the toddlers bed, who was now snuggled up in his favorite pair of pajamas. In the middle of story time, Tiny looked up at his father with wide eyes. "Daddy," he whispered, "im scared Creek will hurt me again."

Guy Diamond's expression grew serious. "Tiny, you don't have to be scared anymore," he assured him. "Daddy won't let that happen. Creek learned his lesson and he won't be bullying you or anyone else in the village."

Tiny Diamond looked up at his father, his eyes searching for the truth in the blue depths. "Promise?" he asked, his voice small.

Guy Diamond took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his son's fear. He pulled Tiny into his arms, holding him tight. "I promise," he said, his voice firm and sure. "You're my little twinkle, and I'll always protect you."

Tiny Diamond wrapped his arms around his dad's neck, holding on tightly. He felt the warmth and safety that only his father could provide, his small body relaxing into the embrace. "Thank you, Daddy," he murmured, his voice muffled by the fabric of Guy's shirt.

Guy Diamond kissed the top of his son's head, feeling the weight of his own anger and fear melt away. "You're welcome, Tiny," he said, his voice gentle. "Now, let's get you to sleep. We've both had a big day."

When Creek was finally let down, he realized Guy hadn’t told Poppy about what he did or else he was sure he would have been kicked out permanently this time. But that isn't to say all the glitter trolls didn't make his life hell from then on.

 

 

Chapter 3: Barb X DJ suki Bio studies

Notes:

Dj learns a lot of stuff about her new mate and rock trolls

When DJ married Barb, she thought she knew mostly everything she needed to about rock trolls. But for some reason up until that point she never knew that rock trolls had a unique way of showing affection and protection. Sure, her and the rock queen had taken naps together but they both didnt want to disrespect any boundaries so they just laid side by side. It was only when they were about to sleep together as a mated couple for the first time that Barb unfurled her bat-like wings and began to gently wrap them around her new wife. Suki's eyes widened in surprise, not knowing what to make of it.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Her new mate looked down at her with a puzzled expression “yea, why do you ask?”

“Well, it’s just that I’ve never seen anyone do that before,” DJ Suki replied, her curiosity piqued as she stared at the expansive, leathery wings enveloping her.

Barb looked down at her, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ohhh" she said, with a slight laugh. "It's just a little rock troll tradition. We wrap our wings around our mates to keep them safe while they sleep." She then appeared to be a little nervous herself, "Do you not like it Deej?"

DJ Suki, still slightly shocked by the gesture, took a moment to process the situation. "No, no, I like it," she assured. The warmth and security of the wings around her was surprisingly comforting, though it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. “Its really cozy,” she exclaimed shyly.

Barb’s smirk grew into a full smile as she pulled her wings tighter around DJ Suki. “Good. I want you to always feel safe with me,” she murmured, her voice a gentle rumble.

 

Not even a few days later, Suki found out another fun fact about rock trolls. Their wings are sensitive. Honestly she blames herself again for not knowing this sooner seeing as she dated Barb fora year before officially mating.

She ended up figuring out when she was sitting on barbs throne writing a song while the rock trolls spoke to a few people from her band (that she found very similar to the snack pack). When Barb was done she headed over to DJ and sat kn the floor so her back was against the pop trolls legs.

Barb put her head back laying it on DJ Suki’s thighs. The pop troll, feeling a bit awkward at first, gently placed her hand on one of the rock troll’s wings, which she had never touched before (they are both very big on crossing other trolls boundaries). To her suprise Barb popped her eyes open with a gasp.

At first she thought ahe had somehow hurt the rock trolls wing…until she heard a low purring noise coming from her wife. "Is this okay?" she asked tentatively.

Barb nodded, eyes half lidded with pleasure, "Yeah," she breathed out, "It's... it's good Deej."

The pop/raggae troll blushed but kept her hand on the wing, gently stroking it while she read. The purr grew louder, and the wing twitched under her touch. "It feels soft," Suki murmured, still surprised by the sensation.

Barb's eyes remained closed, and she let out a content sigh. "Mmhmm," she hummed, "Just be careful not to touch the wing tips. They're super sensitive."

DJ Suki nodded, taking care to avoid the sensitive areas as she continued to stroke the wing. The purring grew deeper, and she felt a strange sense of closeness to her new wife that she had never felt before.

Now, over the next few years, DJ learned a lot of smaller things that there is to to know about as queen of a completely different tribe from her own

The types of food they eat was one of those things. Unlike the pop trolls who liked sweet things, Rock trolls had a more... eclectic taste. They liked food that was spicy, bitter, and sometimes even burned. It was a surprise to DJ but she took it in stride.

Or how they slept sometimes. Rock trolls had the ability to sleep hanging upside down from the ceiling like bats, which was not suprising since they live with literal bats in their underground cavern homes.

But, this tike she wasnt going to blame herself for not knowing the information she just learned. She had walked into her and barbs bedroom after a visit to Riff and was surprised to find barb sleeping upside down from the ceiling. Her bat wings were wrapped around her like a blanket and she was snoring lightly. Suki had never seen such a sight in her life. She took out her phone and snapped a quick picture before approaching the rock troll.

The sound of the phone camera's shutter must have woken the queen up because she slowly started to open her eyes snd smiled once she spotted her mate.

"Hey, what's up?" she asked groggily.

DJ giggled at the sight, "nothing just thought you looked cute up there.” She started to look around at the word cute. “Wheres Blaze.”

Barb smiled tiredly before lifting her wings a little to show their sleeping trollling, Blaze. The young troll was snuggled against her, his soft ashy pink cheeks flushed with sleep. His tiny hands clutched at his mothers shirt tightly, and his own little bat wings were wrapped around her as much as he could. Barb had her arms wrapped around him in a fiercely protective manner.

DJ’s heart melted at the sight, taking another picture before placing her phone back into her pocket. Barb noticed the rolled her eyes smirking. She gently unfurled herself from the ceiling. Her wings spread wide for a brief moment before she landed gracefully beside DJ Suki, careful not to wake up their tiny terror.

“Come on, let’s get him back to bed before hes up all night,” she whispered to DJ, who nodded in understanding. Carefully, they maneuvered their way onto the bed, with Blaze nestled between them. As they lay down, Barb unfurled her wings once more, wrapping them around the two of them. Suki felt the warmth and the comfort of the leathery embrace and couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace wash over her.

Notes:

The last thing DJ learns is based on real bats sleeping with their babies hugging them with their wings.

Chapter 4: Chaz x Trollex x Tresillo Lifting his spirit

Notes:

My first fic with Chaz! Tbh ive never really paid attention to his character (i like jazz music so its jot for that reason.
The story deviated a little from the request but its still cute

Synth was worried.

As Trollexs ambassador, Synth noticed that some of the techno trolls working in the castle were starting to whisper among themselves. They had noticed that their usually vibrant and energetic king, had been acting a bit down lately. His neon smile didn't quite reach his pixelated eyes, and the beats of his music lacked the usual electric zest that made the ocean thrive.

Synth would approached King Trollex, tentatively asking if everything was alright. The king looked at him, his heart symbol dimming slightly before he forced a smile and just responded, "It's nothing, Synth. Just a little... lost in thought." but his king's refusal to elaborate left him feeling helpless and concerned. His best friend usually opened up to him about everything. This change in Trollex was troubling, and he knew he had to do something.

When trollex cancelled the next kingdom rave due to being ‘sick’, Synth had finally had enough. He knew that something was really bothering their king, and it was time to take action. He decided to secretly send a letter to both Chaz and Tresillo, who were currently on bounty hunts, hoping that Trollexs partners cpuld help him. The letter was quickly written but detailed Trollex's recent mood swings and his sudden disinterest in the very music that defined them. Synth knew that the two bounty hunters, despite their differing musical tastes and often contentious rivalry, shared a mutual love for their king and might be able to offer some insight or assistance.

The letter arrived at Chaz’s and Tresillo’s respective locations a day later. Upon reading the worried words scribbled on the page, their eyes widened in shock. Both of them immediately knew that something was seriously wrong in Techno Reef. They had felt a strange emptiness in their hearts, as if the very rhythm of their world was faltering. Without wasting a moment, they called off their current missions and set off on the journey back to the techno kingdom.

Tresillo, was the first to arrive. He found Trollex in his quarters, his once vibrant neon lights flickering dimly, the speakers silent. His tail drooped behind him as he walked in. "Oh mi hermoso rey, what is the matter" he greeted, a concerned furrow in his brow.

But Trollex just laid on his couch, not saying a word. His usually electric blue eyes dull and lifeless as they stared at the ceiling. He had lost his spark. His normally vibrant aquatic skin looked pale and washed out. The pixelated heart on his chest was faded and almost invisible.

Tresillo sensed the distress in Trollex’s silence, so he took a seat next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "¿Te pasa algo, Trollex?" he asked softly, his voice thick with concern. "You know you can tell me anything."

But Trollex, not wanting to burden his friend with his troubles, just waved him off. ", Tresillo," he said, trying to force a smile. "It's nothing. Im just... not feeling that great." His voice was low, almost a whisper, and the effort to maintain his facade was clear.

“We both know thats a lie, Trollex.” Chaz’s smooth voice filled the room as he glided through the doorway, his saxophone in hand. His eyes scanned over the dulled king, and his own heart sank. “When you're down, the whole reef feels it. And you seemed to have really worried that ambassador of yours.” He gently sat on the couch, placing Trollex’s head in his lap.

Trollex’s eyes flickered up at Chaz, and for a moment, a glimpse of the old light returned to them. He sighed heavily, his finned hands running through his neon hair. “You’re right. I just... I’ve been feeling so out of place lately. Like I don’t belong.”

The two bounty hunters looked at each other, their expressions mirroring the worry in Synth's letter. They had never seen Trollex like this, and it was clear that something profound was affecting him. Chaz stroked Trollex's hair, his eyes full of empathy. "Is it because of some of your subjects , my dear?".

Trollex nodded slightly. "It's not just that," he murmured, his voice heavy with unspoken pain. "It's... the other leaders. They're all so different from me. They can all live on land, but I can't. And now, with the technology advancing, even the land trolls can come and live with us underwater, but technology trolls still can't stay on land without getting sick." His voice cracked as he spoke of his isolation, his inability to experience life as the others did.

They had always known that Trollex felt a bit like an outsider in their diverse world. But they had never realized how deeply it affected him. Tresillo leaned in, his dreadlocks brushing against Trollex's cheek. "You're not alone, mi rey," he said gently. "We're here for you. And your music, it brings everyone together, even if you're not like the others."

"But it's not just that," Trollex continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "They've never said they don't like me hanging out, but I can't help but feel... less than them." His eyes searched their faces for understanding, and he found it in the kindness of their gazes. "They can hang out and relate to each others”

Chaz and Tresillo exchanged a solemn look, realizing the depth of their king's pain. Tresillo took Trollex's hand in his, his own markings pulsing with a gentle glow. "The ocean is a part of who you are, and it's what makes you special. But if you're feeling like you need more, like you need to explore... we're with you."

With a sudden surge of affection and determination, Tresillo picked Trollex up off the couch, cradling him in his strong arms. Trollex gasped in surprise, his cheeks flushing a brighter shade of blue. "What are you doing?" he squeaked.

"We're going to show you just how much you mean to us," Chaz murmured,. "You've always been there for us, now let us be there for you." With that, the two of them began to carry him to the bed, their steps sure and steady.

Once Trollex was laid down on his back, Chaz and Tresillo didn't waste any time and undress. Trollex's eyes widened in surprise and confusion, but the warmth of their touch sent a comforting rush through his veins.

They eased his slit open to see his pussy, so tenderly that made him gasp.

Tresillo leaned down and kissed him softly, his stubble grazing Trollex’s cheeks as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear. His tail wrapped around Trollex’s waist, pulling him closer, making him feel protected and desired. Chaz, ever the smooth operator, straddled Trollex’s chest. He leaned down and began to kiss and nibble along Trollex’s neck, making him squirm with pleasure. Their hands explored each other’s bodies, the electricity of their touch setting sparks flying.

They took turns making love to him, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the ocean outside. Tresillo’s dominance was fierce yet tender, his muscular frame pressing Trollex into the bed as he claimed him. Chaz, on the other hand, was always suprisingly gentle, almost reverent, as he filled Trollex with a softness that seemed to whisper sweet melodies into his soul. Each man brought their own unique flavor to the intimate dance, their love for the king shining through every touch and every movement.

“Word cant describe how much we adore you mi amor.” Tresillo kept thrusting into Trollex, their bodies entwined as one. His blue eyes were full of passion and adoration as he watched the king’s face contort in pleasure. Chaz took his place above Tresillos head, his hands on the techno kings shoulders making sit still and just take it.

“I-i love you guys to, im so lucky.” Trollex stuttered out, overwhelmed by the sensations that flooded his body. He had never felt so connected to anyone before, and the love that radiated from Chaz and Tresillo was like a warm embrace that soothed his lonely soul.

As Chaz took over, Tresillo didn’t miss a beat. He moved down Trollex’s body, kissing and licking every inch of his skin, until he reached the king’s pulsing pussy. He took it into his mouth, savoring the taste of his king’s arousal.

"You are the rhythm of our hearts, Trollex," Chaz whispered into his ear, his gentle strokes inside him creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the room. "Your techno beats keep us alive, but it's your love that truly makes us whole."

Trollex moaned, his body responding eagerly to the dual attentions of his lovers. The sensation of Chaz's cock sliding in and out of him while Tresillo's thumb danced around his clit was nothing short of heavenly. He had never felt so accepted, so cherished. His hand reached out, grasping at the sheets as he tried to hold onto reality, afraid that this moment was just a beautiful dream that would soon slip away.

Tresillo looked down, his eyes locking onto Trollex's, his pupils blown wide with lust. He could feel the king's body tensing, knew he was close to climax. "Cum for us, mi reina," he encouraged, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. "Your the most beautiful creature in the world when you let go.”

The jazz troll, kept a steady rhythm as he pumped into Trollex.

Trollex’s eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he approached the edge of ecstasy. The feeling was indescribable, the love and desire from his two lovers surrounding him like a warm embrace. He could feel himself getting closer and closer, the waves of pleasure building until they were almost too much to handle.

With a final, desperate cry, Trollex shuddered, his body arching off the bed as he came undone beneath them. The pixelated heart on his chest glowed brighter than ever before, pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat. The release was more than just physical; it was an emotional catharsis that washed away the last remnants of his self-doubt and isolation.

 

Chaz and Tresillo watched with pride and affection as their king found pleasure in their arms. They had never seen him so vulnerable, and the trust he placed in them only deepened their bond. They both leaned in, sharing a passionate kiss over Trollex's trembling form, their tongues dancing together as their bodies still moved in unison.

The three of them lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their shared love. Trollex's skin had returned to its usual vibrant color, the pixelated heart on his chest now glowing steadily. His eyes fluttered open, meeting the loving gazes of Chaz and Tresillo. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse from his cries of pleasure.

Chaz leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Trollex's forehead. "We're always here for you, Trollex," he assured him. "You don't have to face anything alone." Tresillo nodded in agreement, stroking Trollex's cheek with a tender thumb.

Before the next meeting, Trollex was surprised Poppy wanted to have him host it in his castle.

the king had a feeling his boyfriends had something to do with it, most likely talking to Branch who talked to Poppy. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement and anxiety. The leaders were going to be here, in his kingdom, and he knew that their acceptance was crucial for the future of the Techno Trolls.

He was suprisdd the leaders loved his kingdom. It was so different from their own, yet they couldn't help but be drawn to the vibrant, pulsing lights and the rhythmic beats that filled the water.

At the end of it while the leaders talked casually Essence approached him”I’ve been thinking, Trollex.” she said, her voice full of excitement. “What if we could design some kind of device that lets Techno Trolls spend more time on land? Something that protects you from getting sick?”

The king smiled and talked to Essence, not noticing that Chaz and Tresillo were watching from the doorway, their expressions filled with pride and love.

 

Chapter 5: Luciano Part 1

Trollzart flew through the clouds with his tribe, away from there home as it was currently in shambles.

Those rock trolls had ruined everything and taken the classical string, he was ashamed to admite that he’d gotten the family and tribe heirloom stolen. But the only thing he coukd do now was focusing on getting what else was precious to him.

As the Rockapocalypse unfolded beneath them, Trollzart clutched his bag tightly, feeling the warmth of the egg inside. The wind whipped against him, and the ground below was a chaotic mess of Trolls being captured by the rampaging Rock Trolls. His heart raced as he spotted several of his kin being rounded up by the invaders, their cries for help piercing the cacophony of destruction. Despite the fear gripping him, he knew he couldn't let the egg fall into their hands.

Then he spotted a net flying towards the troll next to him.

In a swift move, Trollzart dived towards the ground, his pink lion tail trailing behind him like a fiery comet. He grabbed the hand of a terrified classical Troll, saving them from the clutches of a snarling Rock Troll. The creature roared in frustration, its foul breath hot on Trollzart's neck. As they backed up, trying to escape, more nets thrown around them. In a panic, Trollzart tried to pull away, but the net tightened, and he was separated from the others. His friends' eyes widened in horror as they watched him being dragged away.

The Rock Trolls had set up a systematic capture operation, using angler buses and beetle bikes to cage the classical Trolls. The cages were cramped, each one filled with the vibrant colors of the captives' fur and clothes, a stark contrast to the dull metal bars that confined them. The vehicles moved swiftly, leaving a trail of dust and despair in their wake. The classical Trolls inside called out to each other, their voices a mix of fear and anger, their music silenced by their jailers.

Trollzart found himself in one such cage, the egg still safely tucked inside his bag. The bus he was in was piloted by none other than Barb's right-hand Rock Troll, Riff. His eyes darted around the enclosed space, searching for any sign of weakness or escape.

Riff, noticing Trollzart's distress, approached the cage with a set of keys jingling in his hand. "Alright, hand barb said to take any bags or items you've got, in case you're hiding weapons," he spoke gruffly, trying to sound more intimidating than he felt.

Trollzart hesitated, clutching the bag to his chest. "Please," he begged, "you can have everything else, but not this."

“Come on dude its not gonna be broken or anything, give it here,” Riff said with a gentle nudge, his voice belying his usual rock 'n' roll bravado. Trollzart still refused so riff sighed an grabbed the bag. Classical trolls are the weakest strength wise, so it was easy for Riff to pry it from his grasp. He untied the drawstring and peeked inside, expecting to find some kind of weapon or contraband that could threaten the Rock Trolls' dominance. What he found instead was an egg, golden and sparkly with white and black notes floating on it's surface. His eyes went wide in surprise, and a strange sensation washed over him.

Riff felt a pang of guilt at the sight of the egg, quickly janding it back before anyone else noticed . He leaned in close to Trollzart, his voice a hushed whisper. "Just try to keep it hidden behind you."

The rock trolls, satisfied with their haul, started to turn their angler buses and beetle bikes towards the towering Volcanic Rock City.

Trollzart's heart sank as he watched the other caged trolls being offloaded into the prison-like structure that served as the Rock Trolls' fortress. He had hoped to be reunited with his tribe, but instead, Riff was leading him to a separate, more ominous part of the complex. The air grew thick with the scent of fear and burnt glitter as they approached a heavy steel door, the entrance to a wing that had seen better days.

"You're not going with the rest of them," Riff murmured, his eyes on the egg that peeked out of Trollzart's bag. "You get to hang out with the rest of the leaders.” He nodded towards the steel door. "This way."

With a mix of hope and trepidation, Trollzart followed Riff into the dimly lit corridor. The walls echoed with the distant sound of chains and the muffled cries of the captured Trolls. Each step brought them closer to the heart of the Rock Trolls' prison, where the most important figures from various Troll tribes were held.

When they arrived at the cell, the sight before him took Trollzart aback. Inside, he saw a diverse group of leaders huddled in one cage. He was led in before the door locked behind him. Riff quickly made his exit, leaving Trollzart to face the curious gazes of the others.

A colorful fish looking creature hovered closer to him. "Welcome to the VIP section," he said with slight sarcasm, im king trollex of the techno tribe.

"Trollzart, from the classical tribe," Trollzart mumbled, trying to keep his panic in check.

The two tallest trolls spoke up, “im Queen Essence and this is my husband king were are the leaders of the funk trolls.” She then gestured with her hand towards another strabge looking troll with four legs who he was going to assume was a country troll, “and this is sheriff delta dawn from the country tribe.”

“Why did they put us here together?” Trollzart asked nervously, glancing around at the leaders of the different Troll tribes.

Essence, the regal Funk Troll, spoke with a smooth, groovy tone. “It’s because we all have something they want, something precious to our tribes. They think by keeping us close, they can control us better.” Her gaze fell fell on Trollzart’s bag.

Trollzart realized his mistake and quickly moved to cover the egg behind his body. "How did ya get that past tha rock trolls?” Sheriff Delta Dawn asked, her curiosity piqued by the glint of gold peeking out from Trollzart’s bag.

"It's... it's nothing," Trollzart lied, his eyes darting around the room. The other leaders looked at him skeptically, but before they could question him further, the sound of heavy footsteps and clanking metal echoed down the corridor. The door to their cell swung open, revealing a group of Rock Troll guards, and in their midst, a figure that sent a shiver down every Troll’s spine: Queen Barb herself.

Her fiery red mohawk stood tall, a stark contrast to her grayish-red skin, and her amaranth eyes searched the room with a cold, calculating gaze. "Welcome, my fellow leaders," she sneered, her voice a blend of mockery and menace. "I see you've all brought gifts for our new world order. I'll be taking them now." She stepped closer to Trollzart, eyeing his bag with a greedy glint in her eye.

The classical Troll swallowed hard, his heart thudding in his chest. He knew he couldn't reveal his egg. "I... I don't have anything," he stammered, trying to sound convincing.

Barb's gaze narrowed, and she stepped closer to him, the clank of her spiked boots on the cold metal floor sending a wave of fear through the cell. "Don't lie to me, Trollzart," she warned, her tone as sharp as the points on her teeth. "We know you're hiding something. Give it up now, and maybe we'll go easy on you."

Quincy, the four-legged country Troll, noticed the distress on Trollzart's face and the way his hand trembled around the bag. Without a second thought, he stepped between Trollzart and the queen, his fur bristling. "Back off, Barb," he growled, his voice low and firm. "Whatever he's got, it's not yours to take."

Barb's eyes narrowed, and she raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the sudden display of unity. "Is that so?" she mused, her gaze flicking between Quincy and trolllzart. "Well, I suppose we'll find out soon enough."

The guards moved in, their rough hands grabbing at Trollzart and the bag. The egg inside rolled back and forth with each struggle, sending waves of pain through Trollzart's body as if it were a part of him. The other leaders watched in horror as the Rock Trolls attempted to wrestle the precious cargo from him.

Immediately, Trollex swam forward. He planted himself firmly between Trollzart and the Rock Trolls, his pixelated features firm. "Leave him be," he ordered, his voice resonating with authority despite his smaller stature.

Barb smirked, leaning against the cell bars. "Aw, do all you guys care about each other?" she taunted. "

Trollex's fin-like hands balled into fists. "Yea, unlike you.” he warned, his bioluminescent colors pulsing with anger.

Barb's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, showing off her fangs. "How quaint," she sneered. "But tell me, Trollzart, what's so special about that bag of yours that you're willing to go through all this trouble for?"

Trollzart swallowed hard, feeling the egg shift inside him uncomfortably. "It's just... a personal belonging," he lied, his eyes flicking to the bag at his feet.

Delta Dawn's expression grew stern, and she stepped forward,. "Look, just quit stallin and tell us whats gonna hapen and where our tribe kin are," she drawled, her Southern accent thick with annoyance.

Barb's smile turned to a snarl, and she slammed her fist against the bars of the cell. "Your 'tribe kin' are safe… for now.” Barb watched as delta glatred and stomped her hoof before continuing,”All you need to do is stay here till its showtime.”

Quincy, rolled her eyes at Barb childish antics,”Wheres Queen Poppy?”. To their suprise the rock queen lost her humor at the mention of the pop trolls name.

Barb’s eyes narrowed into slits, and she leaned in close to the bars of the cell. "You know what, I haven't found that pink brat yet," she spat out. "But im close to finding those rainbow trolls so we cam get this shit started.”

With that, she whipped around and stormed out of the room, her cackling laugh echoing through the halls of the fortress as the rock trolls followed her like a pack of obedient wolves. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving the captured leaders in a tense silence.

Trollex's gaze remained on the closed door, his mind racing with thoughts of his own tribe. "We have to find a way out of here," he murmured, his voice tight with determination. "We can't just wait for that... that... monster to do whatever she pleases."

"You're right," said Delta Dawn, her eyes flashing with a defiant spark. "But we need to be smart about it. We can't just charge at the doors and hope for the best. We need a plan."

Trollex nodded looking at trollzart again "But what if she comes back before we have one she might want to takr that bag from you. And i doubt we will be able to distract her again.” his voice was filled with genuine concern.

Trollzart gulped nervously, clutching the bag even tighter. He knew that hiding the egg was only a temporary solution, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing it.

"My egg... it's in here," he confessed, his voice quivering. "I promised my mate i would protect it.”

The other leaders looked at him with a mix of curiosity and shock.

"Your egg?" Delta asked gently, her rough exterior momentarily softening. "You're expectin?"

Trollzart nodded, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of yellow. "Yes, my mate was originally carrying it but gave it to me before he was captured by one of those heathens.”

King Trollex's eyes widened in surprise. "You're going to be a father? That's incredible, Trollzart!"

Trollzart nodded "Yes, Ludwig had given birth just a few weeks ago. He was already weak from the labor, and I fear for his energy levels. He's not as strong as the rest of us, especially with our newborn to care for." His voice quivered with concern, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Essence and Quincy exchanged glances, their own fears and worries bubbling to the surface. "Our sons are out there too," Essence spoke up, her voice thick with emotion. "We've only just found Cooper, and now he's caught up in this...rockapocalypse."

Delta Dawn, her expression a mix of hope and anxiety, turned to them at the name cooper. "Was he with a few other Trolls when ya found em'?"

Quincy nodded "Well we found him first but yes we met th rest later. i assume you already met Poppy, Branch and Hickory?"

Delta Dawn huffed slightly at the mention of them. "Yeah, I met 'em all right. Can't say I'm a fan of that weird music they've got goin' on, though. Came inta town like they owned the place, interruptin' our mournin' song with their bizarre tunes." Her eyes narrowed in irritation as she remembered the disruption to their solemn moment.

Essence nodded sympathetically. "It's true, most the Pop Trolls have seemed to have been a bit... unempathetic to peoples sad emotions."

Delta let out a sigh, her gaze drifting to the floor. "In hindsight, perhaps I should've paid more attention to what they were tryin ta tell me about the Rock Trolls."

Trollex nodded, his glowing eyes reflecting the concern in the room. "We need to get out of here. My i cant sand not knowing where my tribe is being kept." he looked at trollzart "And i dont want to know what Barb will do if she finds out about your egg."

Delta's eyes narrowed as she considered their situation. "We've all been torn from our homes for these strings. I can't help but wonder what she's planning. Why separate us from our kin?" The room fell silent as they pondered her words, the weight of their separation pressing down on them.

Notes:

I rewrote so many times trying to get it right Enjoy Daltoon!

Chapter 6: Tiny’s first crush

Summary:

Sorry it took so long Wickedme

"and Harper said we're gonna do painting!" Tiny excitedly chattered as he ran around his dad, his tail bobbing behind him. The early morning air in Pop Village was filled with the sweet scent of berries and the distant sound of Trolls preparing for the day ahead.

Guy Diamond couldn't help but chuckle at his 10 year olds unbridled excitement. "I know, buddy," he said, ruffling Tiny's hair. Tiny has told him around the fifth time, but each time he recounted Tinys busy schedule for the day for art club, his eyes would light up with anticipation like it was the first. "You're going to have a blast splattering paint everywhere."

As they approached the vibrant pod of Harpers pod, they could see CJ being dropped off by her sister. CJ's eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of Tiny, her tail swishing from side to side.

"Tiny!" she called out, the tiny dj's voice drawing attention from the other parents/guardians dropping their trollings off.

Tiny didn't need a second invitation. He sprinted over, tail fluttering in the air, and threw himself at CJ. CJ stumbled back a step but managed to catch him, her arms wrapping around his small frame and lifting him off the ground in a bear hug.

"You're gonna break me!" Tiny giggled as he squirmed in her grasp.

CJ just laughed at her friend though you started it!

Guy watched the heartwarming reunion between Tiny and CJ, his own heart swelling with joy. As he looked around, he spotted Oscar arriving. Lownote's deep bass voice filled the air as he chuckled at something the tall trolling said. Oscars bright green fur and hair, that was a stark contrast to his father's, was sticking out in every direction clearly having bad being as wild as tiny has been this morning.

"By Dad!" Oscar exclaimed, making sure to give his dad a quick hug before running right into the two pop trollings that just seperated from their hug.

Guy watched with a mix of amusement and nostalgia as Oscar, who was definitely not one for the typical pop troll embraces, gave Tiny a high-five instead of a hug. It was clear that Oscar had inherited his father's more laid-back and less tactile approach to affection, which was quite the contrast to the pop trolls' love of hugging. The young trolls chattered away, their laughter echoing through the schoolyard as they swapped stories of their recent adventures.

As the commotion of greetings began to settle, Lownote turned to face Guy, his gentle gaze filled with a warmth that seemed to resonate with the soft, soulful notes that he sang. "Hey there, Guy," he rumbled, his deep voice a soothing bass that seemed to vibrate through the very air. "I see the little ones are already inseparable."

Guy chuckled, his own eyes sparkling with mirth. "Tiny's got a knack for making friends, that's for sure," he said, the parents watching the group of trollings start walking into his friends' pod. It was now an actual building since it had to fit all the trollings coming to live in trollstopia.

Inside the pod, the halls were filled with murals and subjects depicting different troll tribes.

As Tiny, CJ and oscar walked into the art room Harper set up, they couldn't help but feel the excitement in the air. The walls were adorned with vibrant colors and glitter, showcasing the diverse artistic talents of Trolls from every genre.

The chatter grew louder as they walked into the room where a trio of familiar figures stood, deep in conversation. There was Poppy, her pink hair bobbing with each nod of understanding. Standing next to her was harper. There was also a rock troll with purple pig tails who tiny thinks is the rock ambassador.

The rock troll's hand was being held by a trolling Tiny didn't recognize immediately. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a rock trolling.

The rock trolling had muddy blue fur with a dark grey shoulder length hair. Her red eyes looked up at the adults with curiosity, a single fang poking out of her grin as she held onto the purple haired troll's paw. The white dress she wore had rough, jagged edges, giving it a rebellious look that suited her perfectly. Emblazoned on the dress was a black skull, which only added to the edgy charm she exuded.

Tiny, realizing his friends heading towards the round table, walked quicker to catch up.. As they sat down, the laughter and chatter grew louder, filling the classroom with an energy that only a group of young Trolls could create. The vibrant colors of their outfits danced across the floor, bouncing off the walls covered in vivid murals of the different Troll tribes.

Harper clapped her hands to gather everyone's attention. "Ok, everyone Val has brought us a new student today!" the rock trolling, shyly waved her hand. The class erupted in welcoming cheers, eager to make friends with the new addition.

Poppy, noticing the trolling's nervousness, bent down to her level. "Don't worry," she whispered with a gentle smile, "You're going to make so many friends!"

Val ruffled the other rock trolls hair playfully, "Ill see you later Amp."

With that, Val and Poppy excused themselves from the class, leaving the young trolls to their art projects and Amp to make friends.

Clampers was quick stand up "She can sit over here with me and Lyre," she said, gesturing to the seats where she and her friend were setting up their art supplies. "We have plenty of room!"

Teacher Harper looked over with a warm smile. "That's very kind of you, Clampers," she said, her eyes sparkling with approval. "Amp, you okay with that?"

Amp, feeling a bit shy but also relieved, nodded eagerly. "Yes, please!" she said, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness. She scurried over to the table, her muddy blue fur ruffling slightly as she moved.

Tiny couldn't help but think Amp was incredibly interesting. Her fur, though a bit untidy, had a rebellious flair to it that was starkly different from the vibrant, neat hairdos of the Pop Trolls.

As Amp walked towards the table, she caught Tiny's gaze. For a split second, their eyes met, and she gave him a warm smile, waving slightly before turning back to her new seat. Tiny's heart skipped a beat. He had never seen a Rock Troll so friendly and eager to fit in. He couldn't resist the urge to wave back, his silver sparkly arm shooting up in the air.

Once everyone was settled, Harperannounced that the lesson of the day was to create a portrait of their favorite place from one of the tribes.

Tiny immediately knew he wanted to paint Techno Reef, the vibrant underwater city where he and his dad had once visited.

The room buzzed with excitement as the children began to brainstorm their masterpieces.

keith eagerly showed Amp the art supplies. "You can use these sparkles here to make it really shine!" he exclaimed, holding up a small jar of glitter. Amp's eyes lit up with excitement, and she eagerly took the jar, already imagining how she could incorporate it into her own piece.

Tiny looked to the seat a few down from him where amp was, his curiosity piqued by her. Her rebellious look was intriguing, but it was her warm smile that truly caught his attention. He wondered if she had any special place from her Rock Troll upbringing that she would choose to paint. "What are you thinking of painting?" he asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

Amp looked at him thoughtfully before her expression lit up. "I was thinking of doing the Rock Hall of fame," she said, her voice filled with a hint of pride. "it has all the coolest singers included in it!"

Tiny's eyes widened. "The Rock Hall of Fame? That's gonna be epic!" He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at the thought of her adventurous background. "I'm just going to paint Techno Reef," he said, trying to hide his excitement. "Me and my dad visited there a few weeks ago!"

Amp nodded with interest. "I've heard of Techno Reef," she said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What's it like?"

Tiny's enthusiasm bubbled over as he described the vibrant colors, pulsing lights, and the way the music seemed to flow through the very air of the place. He painted a vivid picture with his words, making Amp's imagination race with excitement. "It was so cool, we are supposed o go again next month!"

The room buzzed with energy as the young trolls eagerly set up their easels and art supplies. The smell of paint and the gentle chatter of brushes against canvas filled the air. Amp watched as Tiny mixed a neon shade of blue for the waves of the Techno Reef. Despite being new, Amp was quickly getting the hang of things.

Most of them were talking about what they were doing that weekend. which made Tiny turn around again and speak to the whole table this time "Do you guys want to hang out tomorrow?"

Clampers and Lyre looked at each other with excitement. They had been planning on building a new tree house and thought this was the perfect opportunity to get more helping hands. "Yes!" they both exclaimed in unison, their eyes lighting up at the thought of a group project.

Turning to Amp, Tiny repeated the question with hope in his voice, "What about you, Amp?" Amp paused, her expression a mix of excitement and hesitation. She was eager to spend more time with her new friends, "Well..ill have to ask my sister first."

CJ, ever the thoughtful one, suggested, "Hey, why don't we hang out near Amp's house in Rock Hollow? That way she won't have to travel far, and her sister can keep an eye on us if it makes her feel better."

"Oh, my sister doesnt live in rock hollow. im only there during the week but go back to volcanic city during weekends sooo we would probably have to hang out on lundi"

Tiny's heart skipped a beat hearing Amp's words. The idea of hanging out with Amp, someone who shared his enthusiasm for sparkles and glitter, was exhilarating. He couldn't help the warm, fuzzy feeling that grew inside of him every time she talked about her love for music. He glanced over at her, noticing the way her eyes lit up when she mentioned her weekend escapades in Volcanic City. He felt a strange pull, an inexplicable happiness that he hadn't felt before.

"That sounds like a plan, Amp!" exclaimed Tiny, his voice full of excitement. "Lundi it is! We'll have the most sparkletastic time ever!"

Harper, noticing the room had gone from a gentle murmur to a full-blown symphony of ideas, decided it was time to start the lesson. "Alright, trollings," she called out, raising her hands to get everyone's attention. "Before we continue on our portraits, I want to show you all a little technique that will really make your paintings pop!"

The young trolls' chatter died down as they turned to face Harper. She held up a brush and demonstrated how to paint lines of varying thicknesses and sizes. "Look at this," she said, her brush gliding over a piece of paper. "Thick lines for bold statements, thin lines for delicate details. It's all about capturing the essence of your favorite place!"

Amp watched intently, her eyes narrowing in concentration. This was her chance to show her new friends a piece of her world, to share the fiery passion that burned within the heart of every Rock Troll. She picked up a brush and began to paint the jagged edges of the volcanic rocks that surrounded the hall, the fiery lava that danced in the background, and the dark, brooding sky above.

"Now just let me know when you're all done, and I'll make sure we get these masterpieces onto the drying rack," said Harper with a warm smile, setting the example by placing her own painting of a waterfall.

The room grew quieter as the students focused on their projects. Tiny couldn't help but peek at Amp's painting from time to time. The vibrant reds and oranges of the lava flowed like rivers of fire on the canvas, and the stark black of the volcanic stones contrasted sharply with the vibrant colors of the rock formations. The way she painted, it was as if she was bringing the very essence of her home to life before their eyes.

As the other Trollings started finishing their art, Harper noticed that Amp and Tiny were still deeply engaged in their work. She approached them with a gentle nod. "Looks like you two are really putting your hearts into these," she said. "im just going to help the other get their snacks, ill be right back."

Amp looked up, her cheeks slightly flushed with the effort of her painting. "Thanks, Harper," she said, her voice gruff but appreciative. Tiny nodded in agreement, his brush still dancing across his canvas.

Tiny couldn't help but steal glances at Amp's painting as he worked. Her depiction of Volcanic City was nothing like the images he had seen in books or heard about in stories. The fiery oranges and deep reds of the lava flowed like a river of passion, while the sharp black outlines of the rock formations contrasted with the softer, more fluid strokes of the watercolor. It was as if the very essence of rock music itself had been captured on the page.

Feeling a gentle nudge, Tiny looked over to see Amp sitting in the chair next to his, her own canvas of Techno Reef still a work in progress. The vibrant blues and greens of the underwater city were coming to life under her deft touch. "I need a bit of help with the lights," she admitted, holding up a tube of neon yellow paint.

Without missing a beat, Tiny scooted closer, eager to assist. He dipped his brush into a pot of shimmering blue. "You can blend this with your orange to get those cool light effects," he suggested, demonstrating by flicking his wrist to show the shimmering trail of color. Amp leaned in, her curiosity piqued, watching as the colors swirled together in a mesmerizing dance.

"Wow," she murmured, taking the brush from Tiny. She began to experiment with the technique on her painting, the light reflecting from the lava coming to life with each stroke. Tiny felt a thrill of pride, watching as her confidence grew with each new addition.

As the last few strokes of paint were placed, Amp stepped back from her easel, admiring her handiwork. The fiery colors of the Rock Hall of Fame blazed with an intensity that seemed to resonate with her very soul. Tiny, feeling a pang of inadequacy next to her masterpiece, took a deep breath and stepped back to survey his own creation.

Guy Diamond and Harper entered the classroom, their eyes scanning the vibrant array of paintings that covered the walls and tables. Tiny felt a surge of excitement as he watched them approach his work. He had never painted anything so detailed before, and he was eager to hear their thoughts.

"Wow, Tiny," exclaimed Guy, his eyes widening with surprise. "This is amazing! Is this techno reef?”

Tiny beamed with pride. "Yeah, dad!" He said, pointing at the glittering waves of the sea. "This is where we're going next month!"

Guy looked at his son's painting with admiration before turning to Amp's. "And Amp, this is absolutely stunning," he said, his voice filled with genuine awe.

Amp looked up, her cheeks a deep shade of red. "Thank you," she murmured, her eyes flicking to her canvas. The fiery passion of her home was captured in every stroke, a stark contrast to the shimmering beauty of Tiny's Techno Reef.

Just as they were basking in the glow of their accomplishments, they didn't notice another troll entering the art room. It was only when warm arms wrapped around Amp from behind that they snapped out of their art-induced trance.

"Surprise!" A familiar, gruff voice exclaimed. Amp's heart leaped as she turned to find her sister standing behind her.

“Barb!” Leaping to hug her which barb accepted with a chuckle, Amp couldn’t contain her excitement. She leaned back in her sisters arms to look back up at her “I thought i wouldnt get to see you till later tonight!”

Barb, the rock troll with spiky blue hair and a heart full of love, laughed and ruffled Amp's hair. "I know, but I heard about the art class and I had to come see my little sis in action!"

Amp, still basking in the warmth of her sister's embrace, felt a flutter of excitement in her chest. She had painted something she was truly proud of, and she couldn't wait to show it off. She pulled away and gestured to her painting with a shy wave of her hand. "Look what I made!"

Barb's eyes widened as she took in the vibrant colors and bold strokes that made up the Rock Hall of Fame. "Wow, Amp," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "This is awesome!"

The classroom door slid open, and the rest of the students began to gather their supplies, eager to show their parents and guardians what they had created. Harper clapped her hands again, signaling that it was time to clean up. "Great job today, everyone!" she called out. "Remember, art is about expressing ourselves, so keep that creativity flowing!"

As the trolls packed away their brushes and paints, Tiny felt his heart race as he watched Amp carefully roll up her canvas. He took a deep breath and approached her, his cheeks flushingt through fur. "Amp," he began, his voice quivering slightly, "I had a really great time painting with you today."

Amp looked up at him, her red eyes softening with a gentle smile. "Me too, Tiny," she said, her voice gruff but filled with warmth. "Your Techno Reef is incredible!"

The two of them looked at each other, the air between them crackling with an unspoken understanding. Without another word, Tiny reached out and gave Amp a quick, gentle hug. Guy, Harper, and barb couldnt help but find the cute sight.

"See ya tomorrow!" Tiny called out as Amp picked up her rolled canvas and bag.

After saying goodbye to Harper, the guardians began to file out of the pod, each one clutching their trollings' artwork with pride.

“Bye Tiny!

“See ya, Amp!”

With a wave and a grin, Tiny watched as Amp and her sister disappeared into the throng of families leaving the art class.

Barb leaned down to whisper into Amp's ear, "So, who's the lucky troll that's caught your eye today?" Amp felt her cheeks grow hot and her fur stand on end with embarrassment.

“Baarrb stoop!” Amp protested completely embarrased covering her ears with her paws.
Barb just chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on, Amp, it's pretty obvious," she said, nudging her little sister playfully. "I've never seen you light up like that before."

"I don't have a crush!" Amp protested, her voice muffled by her paws. But even as she said the words, she couldn't help but think of Tiny's kind smile and the way his fur shimmered in the light.

Barb just winked at her, clearly not fooled. "Sure you don't," she teased, ruffling Amp's hair.

Amp couldn't help but stick her tongue out at her sister, which the rock queen mimicked immediately with a laugh, raking her paw through the trollings hair again.

Notes:

I rewrote this a few times so let me know if there are any mistakes!