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Without You...

TW: Mentions of codependency and eating disorders (The smut is back, hoes)

Poppy has a busy day talking with the leaders of the other tribes. Branch is left at home alone, his brothers off at various places.

The bunker was quiet. Branch had grown used to his brothers being loud and rowdy. The quiet was nice, but something was missing.

Right, Poppy.

All the feral troll had to comfort him was one of her large, dark green and turquoise sweaters and one of her extra blankets that he had stolen. Both carried her sweet scent, one that was intoxicating to him.

But even while hugging the sweater and being wrapped in the blanket, neither provided the same warmth as her.

He was starting to get more and more agitated, his ears drooped as low as they could go, his tail twitching.

With her gone, he hadn't even bothered to leave his bunker, not even getting up to put clothes on. He just slipped Poppy's sweater on, the fuzzy material felt nice against his skin. The hem of the sweater reached his knees.

Branch whined, trying to think of anything other than Poppy. The Bergens? No, he remembered Trollstice. The Village? No, he thought of how well she ruled. His brothers? Nope, he thought of running off to save Floyd with her.

Anything he thought of, there she was. Even the most obscure things, such as rough housing with JD, as he would think about the first time she saw them play fighting.

He hadn't even gotten up to eat. Usually she would come down and wake him up, reminding him that he didn't need to ration his meals or go 2-3 days without food.

Branch hadn't taken his pills, either. He debated on whether he needed to take them, and ultimately sat up to grab the glass of water kn his bedside and swallow four pills consecutively. If he hadn't taken them, she'd have been pissed.

He sat uo when he heard footsteps approaching. The door creaked open and he growled. It turned out to just be Smidge, holding a freshly baked berry pie for him. She briefly explained that Poppy asked her earlier to make sure he had something decent to eat.

She was quick to leave. Branch looked at the warm, delicious-smelling pie in his paws. He didn't waste any time to grab a wooden tray he used to eat in bed from under his bed. He set the pie down, thinking for a moment. He grabbed his emergency fork from his nightstand drawer.

Branch didn't even care that the pie was still pretty warm. Smidge's baked goods were always amazing, especially when Cooper helped.

He dug in, devouring the whole thing within minutes. Branch drank the rest of his water, setting the wooden tray on the floor.

...

Hours later, he finally heard the bunker lift going down. The door opened, revealing Poppy. She held her arms out, and Branch didn't hesitate run over.

She just lifted him up as if he weighed nothing. Sure, her and her sister Viva were freakishly strong, but Branch was thin and small.

He snuggled into her, mumbling about how much he missed her and how much he needed her.

"Awww... You atleast ate and remembered your pills, right?" She asked him, sitting on his bed with the smaller troll in her lap. He nodded.

(SMUT WARNING HERE, LEAVE IF YOU ARE UNCOMFY!)

(BTW, I changed it because I didn't like how Branch just humped her thigh-)

Poppy leaned her head in close to Branch's neck, softly kissing a small scar there. When he didn't react, she licked it.