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maskyartist · 3 months

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okay so "tomorrow" got late BUT heres my goofy ass Clay/Creek idea :)

the entire summery is under the cut but in case ur curious dont worry

Branch eventually finds out :D

more info under the cut!

Once the Putt Putts end up getting moved to Trollstopia (i imagine they have their own sectioned off area, they're not exactly "pop trolls" anymore yknow? they got a lil makeshift spot they're turning into a new mini golf course as we speak), Clay was properly hired as Viva's royal advisor. Aka her assistant :)

He loves doing all his usual serious boy work, but its gotten hard doing it by himself now that it's less "trying to keep a small community from burning down" and more "trying to convince all the other genre's theyre not feral as hell". its a lotta work, along with keeping up with Putt Putts and their wants and needs for their new kingdom

So Clay puts out a flier for an assistant position and after weeks of no luck, he gets a hit and hires the guy as soon as he can!

Creek has been living on the outskirts of Pop Village ever since the "Bergen" incident, too afraid of the consequences of his actions to try and rejoin the Pop Trolls. Instead he ends up watching them build a newer area with Trolls he's never even met before.

Creek begins exploring the Putt Putt Range and is happy to be greeted as a full stranger. This spot might be safe. Social, not too far from his "home" (a tucked away cave in the forest), and no one knows what he did. He can start over!

Even better, there's a job offer for Putt Putt Range specifically. Hes not one for hard work, but after living on his own for long enough, hes sick of having to fight for his own food. He'd rather have a paycheck and something MUCH better then whatever crap he finds lying around. Or has to cook. Even worse.

Clay may be desperate but Creek does do good work. Being his assistant is thankfully rather simple. Creek is in charge of smaller, less important file information, along with manning the front and taking requests for the Putt Putts on what should be done to the Range. All in all? It's peaceful. It really does feel like a fresh start, and even better? Clay is...really nice. Patient, understanding, he listens and Creek has been alone so long it's just nice to be heard.

Things could really take a turn for the better.

...and then he learns who Clay's brothers are and all hell breaks loose :)

(its a lot of back and forth, Clay learning new info and having to just sorta grapple with it, being caught in the middle of a family feud situation. He cant STAY with Creek/keep him on staff if he wants to keep Branch happy, but he also doesnt wanna FIRE Creek because he hasnt hurt the Putt Putts. He has no reason to fire him, family business is just that. Family business. Its not for a professional setting.

Clay's caught between a rock and a hard place, and he's gonna have to squeeze himself out before he breaks.)

#masky says #doodles #trolls dreamworks #trolls clay #trolls creek #trolls branch #cleek #clay x creek #we usin x's in this fandom??? i like it picasso (miss the days of x characters.../ are just so not fun)#the assistant's assistant AU #less an au and more my own personal goofy post-movie story but i like things organized :)#when i remember to do it >3>#ANYWAYS THEYRE GOOFY SILLY WITH A LIL BIT OF ANGST ITS PERFECT!#idk i like the idea of Creek just getting a place he can BE.#doesnt have to walk on eggshells doesnt have to find solutions he can just heal on his own surrounded by people who dont know him #feel thats the only way he can be semi-normal idk pop village was a lot i think his mellow attitude really didnt do well there #feel him and Clay just have good conversations about forgiving themselves and finding the little things to look forward to #AND THEN HERE COMES BRANCH WITH THE STEEL CHAIR-#oh my god anytime he sees Creek in that office hes two seconds away from smashing his face in with a led pipe #he RELUCTANTLY will be civil >3> For now.

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phantomwarrior12 · 5 years

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Shenanigans (Part 10)

Prompt: Isaac gets roped into Red Team shenanigans

Word Count: 2,093

Summary: Life with the Reds and Blues isn’t easy, but a day with the Reds is enough to drive anyone insane.

Warnings: Canon-style swearing, shenanigans, salty mercenaries

A/N: Hey folks!

Here it is! The second to last chapter of Saudade! Huge shoutout to the fabulous @antsyserpentine for giving me the ideas for this prompt!

Customary shoutout to @epsiloneridani07 and @frequentlydistressed for the mention of their OC, Liz.

Quick PSA, the final has been written and will be posted this weekend!

As always, please leave a like/comment and let me know your thoughts!

Enjoy!

~ Phantom

Saudade Masterlist

Finally Home (End)

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"Sam, please."

Sam glances up from his data pad, reading the telltale signs of desperation in his partner's eyes, "What?"

"Don't make me deal with them alone."

"You wanted to try and connect with the Reds and Blues, this is the best course of action."

"But we both know I have a temper and I could snap anytime." Isaac protests, sinking into his cot across from Sam.

""Fel--Isaac," Sam leans forward, catching himself before he can call him by his codename, "the Reds and Blues are a group of unique individuals, but, they have their moments. They're a good starting point."

Isaac's shoulders sag, he knows Sam is right and there's no way out of this one. So, when Grif pounds on the door, he shuffles across the room and opens it with nothing short of a dread-filled look.

"Felix," the orange member of Red Team greets.

"Grif."

"Ready?"

Isaac casts one last pleading glance over his shoulder towards Sam. His partner doesn't look up from his data pad and waves him off.

His shoulders slouch and he turns to face Grif, "Fine. Let's go."

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"Felix! Less chit chat, more work!"

Isaac's fingers curl around the side of the warthog a little tighter, "Maybe your robot should be the one hoisting a three ton car!"

"Don't be ridiculous! Who will fix the warthog then?"

"I don't know, me?!" Isaac's snaps back, digging his foot into the dusty ground, "Marines had to fix their warthogs in field, you know!"

"You? Fix a warthog? I like your sense of humor, son!" Sarge laughs, slapping Isaac on the back before strolling off.

"Él es un idiota." Lopez apologizes, tightening a bolt on the underside of the warthog.

"You read my mind." Isaac grits back, dropping his shoulder to brace himself.

"Tú puedes entenderme?"

"Wait. You can understand Lopez?" Grif asks, features contorted in confusion.

"Yeah, can't you?"

"Grif can, the rest of us don't know what he says. Sarge just makes up conversations in his head." Simmons provides, his leaner frame slipping under the weight of the large combat vehicle.

"Where'd you learn to speak Spanish?" Grif queries, slackening his force on the vehicle.

"I'll tell you if you start pushing again!" Isaac's down to one knee, straining to keep the frame off the Red Team's robot.

"Oh, shit!" Grif steps back in, shouldering some of the weight.

"Thank you." Isaac huffs, pushing back up to his feet, "Sam speaks it, sometimes he'd slip up when we were kids and I'd have to try and figure out what he was saying. l managed to pick it up fairly quickly."

"You've known Locus that long?"

Isaac glances from the warthog to the largest member of Red Team, "Yeah. Couple of orphans abandoned on some backwater planet--we really didn't have much of a choice in the matter."

"Didn't you have any siblings?"

Isaac hesitates. Something inside twinges and he can almost see her face. Something inside stirs and a sad smile spreads across his lips. Something inside pleads and he almost listens.

And then he remembers. At first, they're fragments, pieces of a lifetime ago. And then they're clear, a history he won't soon forget.

Something inside reminds him to be silent, but everything else screams, begging him to utter her name once more. His eyes flicker between the members of Red Team and he realizes that this is one of the only ways he can open up to them. It's personal and it's going to hurt, but he has to do this--for Liz.

The ache in his eyes, the pain in his smile fades when he finally finds the words, "I did, once."

By now, Lopez has finished repairs and slides out from underneath the vehicle and the others can finally let it drop.

"Well, don't leave us in suspense! Tell us the dirty details!" Donut insists, hoisting himself up onto the hood of the warthog.

Isaac smirks and leans against the platform for the gunner, "I had a twin sister, Liz. We grew up on Earth, but when we were ten, we were separated after our parents got divorced. Long story short, my mom took the easy way out and I was left to survive on my own. That's when I met Sam. He saved my life day one, and I guess," the smirk fades to a reminiscent upward twitch of the lips, "he never stopped saving it. Even all these years later, he's still looking out for me like we're still kids."

"Kind of like Grif and Simmons! They've always kept an eye on each other's behinds!"

"No, we don't!" Simmons protests vehemently, struggling to cover the squeak of his voice.

Isaac casts a long, questioning glance towards the sim trooper on the warthog. He wants to question the word choice, but thinks better of it. "Not exactly, but--"

"Always on each other's backs?"

"That's even worse."

"Oh! I get it! You two are always within arms length!"

"Oh God, no! Seriously, how the hell does everything that comes out of your mouth have a sexual undertone?!" Isaac's features are contorted in disgust and a level of discomfort that he's not sure he'll ever surpass again.

"That's just Donut for you," Grif supplies with a deadpan expression.

"Hey, at least I enjoy the finer things in life!" Donut protests, sliding off the hood of the vehicle.

"The finer things don't include--"

"--I'm going to go ahead and stop you right there," Isaac interjects forcefully, "I really don't need anymore nightmares."

"You're confusing nightmares with fantasies, silly." Donut corrects with a grin.

"No, I'm not. I'm really not." Isaac returns, all hope draining from his eyes when he notices Sarge returning over Donut's shoulder. "Salty Sarge inbound."

Grif snorts, but starts to shuffle off towards the barracks. His progress is halted only by Sarge yelling, "Private Grif! Did I give you permission to scamper off with your tail between your legs?"

"First of all, I don't have a tail. Second of all, you're not in charge! We're not fighting a war anymore!"

"Is that any way to talk to your commanding officer?" Sarge cocks his shotgun and aims it at Grif.

"Do it, please, do it." Grif holds his arms out, almost as if embracing the possibility of death.

Isaac steps between them, "Sarge, put the gun away and Grif," hazel flickers to Grif's amused smile, "are you okay?"

"He's fine, he's just been hanging out with Lopez too much. Apparently, he makes a lot of kill me now jokes." Simmons supplies, shaking his head.

"Es la verdad." Lopez adds with a nod, "Yo quiero morir."

"You're not allowed to die, Lopez. Neither are you, Grif."

"I can arrange your death, dirtbag." Sarge offers, raising his shotgun.

"The fuck is wrong with you people?" Isaac glances around Red team incredulously.

"A lot of things, but they mostly stem from that nutcase," Grif nods towards Sarge, ducking behind Isaac when the Colonel levels the barrel on him.

Isaac's had enough, he shoves Grif's hands off of his shoulders before promptly disarming Sarge with jab to the inside of his elbow and a light shove.

"That's insubordination, soldier!"

Isaac empties the cartridge and tosses the empty weapon back to the leader of Red Team, "Point it at me again and we're going to have a problem."

There's something unidentifiable in the mercenary's eyes and Sarge gives a short nod. The glint fades when he notices Sam approaching, and he doesn't think he's ever been so happy to see his brother than he is right now.

He strides past Simmons and Donut to greet him, catching his forearm, "Please, get me out of here. I'm very close to shooting Sarge and gutting Donut."

Sam arches an eyebrow, an amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Welcome to my world."

"How the hell did you tolerate these idiots for a year by yourself?"

"They're an acquired taste, Gates, you get used to them."

"I don't think I want to get used to them."

Sam snorts indelicately, but continues towards the group, Isaac trailing reluctantly behind him.

"This is why I prefer Blue Team, Sam." Isaac grumbles.

"Calm down."

"Locus! You need to get your soldier under control! He touched my shotgun!"

"Maybe if you didn't aim it at your own team, I wouldn't have to." Isaac snaps, folding his arms across his chest.

"Why you--if you were one of my soldiers, I'd shoot you right now!"

"If I were one of your soldiers, I'd shoot myself."

"That's enough." Sam interjects pointedly.

Isaac shrugs, "Told you this was a bad idea."

"Gates--"

Isaac doesn't wait to hear his partner's response, already starting away from Red Base.

"Where you going?" Grif steps past Simmons.

"Somewhere he's not!"

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"Lift the warthog. Poison Grif's next meal. Carry around this canister of confetti for no goddamn reason other than I'm a senile old man who doesn't know shit about leading a team." Isaac grumbles, skipping rocks across the creek. It's one of the more reclusive corners of the valley, far enough away from both bases for peace and quiet.

"Wow, you sound just like him."

Hazel shifts to his left, Washington leaning against a tree with an amused expression etched into his features.

Isaac shrugs, dusting his hands off on his jeans, "He's an easy man to imitate. Senile, cranky, a fucking dick." He starts to stand, only for Wash to gesture him to remain seated, sinking down onto the grass beside him.

"I know how you feel. When I first met him, it took a lot of convincing for him to believe I wasn't a 'dirty blue'." Wash's voice drops, gruff and sharp like the Red Team leader himself.

Isaac chuckles lightly, "I would have paid to see that."

"My point is, Felix, that he takes some getting used to. Everyone else might be fine, but Sarge has always been a little slow on the ally uptake. He doesn't show it, but he cares about those guys more than anyone I've ever seen."

"Then why the hell does he treat them like that? Grif's life is threatened every other day."

"Couldn't tell ya, guy's more emotionally constipated than Carolina. All I know is he wouldn't hesitate to lay down his life for any of them, including Grif, despite what he claims." Washington offers a gentle smile, picking up a small stone and rolling it between his fingers.

"Guy could use some therapy."

"You're right on that one," the stone skips across water, both eyes watching it glide, "Red Team tends to follow his example, so don't toss him aside so easily." Wash stands, dusting off the back of his jeans, "you never know when a trigger happy, senile, old man will come in handy."

He pats Isaac's shoulder before starting back up the bank.

"Hey, Wash?"

He pauses, turning to glance back at the mercenary lost to the current of the creek.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

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He's dragging his feet over the hill, shoulders slouched and every ounce of his being wants to be anywhere but back at Red Base. It doesn't stop him from approaching the group, Sam humoring Donut's idle attempts at translating his conversation with Lopez until he catches a glimpse of Isaac.

He offers a short nod of greeting before nodding towards Sarge, who's still fussing over the Warthog.

"Sarge," Isaac greets, shoving aggravation aside when Red Team's leader stands.

"The hell you want, dirtbag?"

"I," his jaw flexes and it takes everything he has to meet Sarge's gaze, "wanted to apologize. You've been running this team a long time, I was wrong to step in." He can hear Sam's quiet snort behind him, well aware of how painful it is for the lean mercenary to admit when he's wrong.

"Apology accepted, it seems you villains can learn a thing or two from us after all." He claps Isaac on the shoulder.

"Lucky us." It's a lifeless agreement, fighting back frustration and exasperation as his eyes turn to Sam's approving smirk.

"Now, with your insubordination resolved, how about you give me a hand with this warthog?"

"I'm not picking it up again."

"Lucky for you, Lopez has volunteered to lift it. Locus mentioned something about you being good with an engine, let's find out if he's right." Sarge holds out the wrench towards Isaac and the mercenary casts a glance towards his partner, shooting him an appreciative smile before accepting the tool.

"Let's get to work."

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Chapter 11 (End)

Tagging:

RVB Forevers: @mamma-dragon @loveliestoflunchboxes @heaven-hell-imagines

Mercs: @antsyserpentine

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