Trolls 3.0

A Broppy Wedding

A/N: What better way to celebrate Broppy Day than to write out the Broppy wedding!💕 I've been wanting to write this for a little while now, but finally made myself go through with it after it was requested by adapotatathegoat_27. Hopefully you'll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!😄

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"Is this really necessary?"

Branch's question was answered with a hearty laugh from his brother John Dory. "Oh, Branch, of course it is! How else are you gonna look fly for your wedding, hmm?"

"It's not 'looking fly' that's bothering me," Branch replied. "It's the fact that I can get dressed on my own!" Branch groaned as John Dory completely disregarded his words and kept tugging the blue Troll's pants up from behind him, trying to get the rims fully over his hips. And, given that John Dory was their band's 'leader' (a title that had been self-appointed by JD himself), their other brothers had taken his cue and were doing their part in assisting their youngest bro to get ready. Spruce was touching up a very nice-looking, iridescent vest for him, double and triple-checking to make sure that there were no nicks or flaws with it at all. Clay was shaking up some cans of hairspray, his eyes set on Branch's crop of rich blue hair. Floyd was sifting around some cabinets, seeming to be looking for something in particular, though none of the other brothers knew what exactly.

Branch appreciated the help, but he had to roll his eyes a little bit at it too. "Guys, you do know that just because I was called 'Baby Branch' doesn't actually mean that I still am a baby."

"In our eyes you will be!" John Dory chirped in reply, finally getting Branch's pants in place. He stepped back a sec, eyeing his work, and then wolf-whistled. "Hoo-boy! The rump's looking on point, bro!" Suddenly, before he could help himself (and before Branch could utter a "Don't you even think about it!") John Dory had stooped down and given him a firm, playful smack on the rear.

"OW!" the blue Troll cried, rubbing the affected area with his hands and shooting his giggling oldest brother an annoyed glance. "I hate it when you do that..."

"Well, whether you hate it or not, JD's got a point," Spruce chimed in with a sly look on his face. "Nothing to be ashamed of if your girl's gonna like it."

"WHOA, now, easy going down that train of thought!" Branch exclaimed, blushing heavily.

"Pfft," his purple-haired brother scoffed. "You know I'm right, dude."

"Yeah, Branch!" Clay piped up. "And once she sees your abs, she's totally gonna faint!"

"I don't have abs," Branch said,confused, and then narrowing his eyes at the lime-green Troll.

"Sure you do," Clay protested, pointing at his chest. "Right there! Look! It's a little bit, but they're still there."

Branch still felt a blush burning in his cheeks. Would Poppy appreciate it if he really did have them? The tantalizing thought of having her run her fingers down his chest, outlining the possible muscles that were there made him dare to take a peek and see if Clay was right. But before his eyes could even process anything upon looking down, Clay's hand shot out and chucked him under the chin.

"Oh! Made ya look!"

As Branch heard his lime-green-haired brother laughing, he felt silly for falling for the oldest trick in the prankster's book. But Branch couldn't be sour - this was the happiest day of his life, and so he laughed along with Clay... at least, until the Troll began to crazily spray his hairspray bottles at Branch's head.