A/N: I'm starting a series of Broppy one shots because I can never get enough of these two. They'll range from anything happy, fluffy, angsty, to AUs and more!

For those who are still waiting on chapter 11 of Beautiful Thing, it WILL be coming out soon! I'm so sorry for the month and a half delay. I got a bad case of writer's block and I started classes again, so it's been hard for me to get to work on chapter 11. I will NOT abandon Beautiful Thing though, so don't worry!

In the meantime, I will place any miscellaneous Broppy snippets and drabbles I write here. Feel free to make suggestions if you like, but please keep them family appropriate and Broppy only.

Thanks! I hope you enjoy!

#1: When Did You Fall for Me?

Summary: There's always a point when a couple realizes they're falling for each other, so when was it that Branch and Poppy began to realize there was something between them that wasn't there before?

"When did you begin to fall for me?"

The question made Branch pause. He snapped his eyes from the beautiful glowing stars in the sky to stare at his girlfriend's beautiful face. His bottom lip dropped ever so slightly and a surprised but flustered look took ahold of his face. "Uh... what?"

They were in a field sitting quietly among the grass. It was the middle of summer and the night was clear and dark, perfect for stargazing. A breeze blew about them gently, but it was a particularly warm night and gave them no uncomfortable chills.

Poppy was staring at her love intently, causing his breath to hitch as he stared at the beautiful girl he still couldn't believe was his.

"What?" he uttered not so intelligently again.

She let out a giggle and repeated her question. "Oh, you know, I think everyone at some point realizes that they're falling in love with the one they're meant to be with. So I'm curious, when did you fall for me?"

"When did you fall for me?" Branch wondered back.

The Troll queen made a face. "You first, and then I'll tell you when I fell for you."

With a confused smile and a roll of his eyes, Branch nodded. "Alright then, let me think."

Many years earlier...

Shunned, gray, small and helpless, that's how young Branch felt. He had been on his own for a few years now, but the unfortunate memory of his grandmother still burning in his mind like it had happened yesterday. Days and sometimes nights he would spend watching the other Trolls from afar, particularly the young ones. He should be playing amongst the other Trollings his age laughing, singing, and playing tag, but he couldn't bring himself to join them.

Besides, it wasn't like they ever included him. They might be nice to his face, but he heard the whispers, the things they said behind his back. His ears almost never missed a thing, as droopy and sad looking as they were.

Only twelve years old now, Branch was wise beyond his years. He had started constructing a small underground room sometime back, and if all went well he would soon have a whole survival bunker built in just a a few years. Being on his own trained him to plan, to be organized and smart with his time. Other kids his age were off in school or hanging out learning musical skills and pulling pranks on each other, but Branch was off preparing for any upcoming invasions should they arise.

At first Princess Poppy was nothing more than another young girl to him, another figure in the crowd. Royalty perhaps, but she atill didn't mean much to him.

She didn't mean that much to him, that is, until as the toddler grew older she took an uncanny interest in him. At only seven years old she peppered him with questions.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you so gray?"

"Were you born that way?"

"What happened to your family?"

And then the invitations started. It was no secret that the princess developed a love for scrapbooking and used every opportunity to invite her fellow Trolls to parties, Branch included.

Week after week, month after month, year after year there would be a new invitation at his door. Sometimes she would deliver it in person if she managed to get the chance.

At first Branch tossed them aside with the intent to burn them later. "I don't need them and they only take up space," he told himself firmly.

So why did he keep collecting them? He had even made a cabinet in the dirt walls or his bunker just for the invitations. He refused the invitations of course, but kept them all.

It was some year during his teens he realized something peculiar: Poppy was the only Troll who consistently went out of her way to invite and include him in celebrations no matter how much she knew he would refuse.

"Oh, come oh, Branch! Just this once?" she pleaded a few years after she had first begun to pester him constantly.

He shot her a glare. "When are you going to get it through your little pink head? I've said it a million times: no, no, and NO!"

And adorable frown graced her features. She jutted out her bottom lip in a pout, an expression Branch had become very familiar with as their encounters had become more frequent in the last few years. "Why not?" she demanded.

"Because I don't want to!" He gave her his most powerful scowl, placing one hand on his hips to emphasize his seriousness of the subject.

Poppy's response was to glare at him and place both her own hands on her hips. "You know, Branch," she began. "I don't know what happened that made you this way, but one day I'll find out. I'll find out and I'll find a way to make you happy, I swear it!"

A loud scoff escaping his lips, Branch turned with a laugh and stalked off. "Yeah right!" he called back.

But that night, something lingered in his mind.

"I'll find a way to make you happy, I swear it!" The phrase would not leave his brain. As he sorted through the supplies in his bunker, Branch found his thoughts drifting toward the pretty pink princess.

For years now she had pestered him, constantly invited him to join her and her friends. She offered him kind words and tried her best to engage him in a friendly conversation no matter how much he had shut her down. He pushed her away countless times, yet she bounced right back to him like a magnet, an obnoxious pink little magnet.

She was just like any other Troll. She sang, she danced, she smiled constantly, she hugged everyone in sight. She was so oblivious to the dark world outside Troll Village. She was nothing more than a naive little princess who still believed in tales like Santa and the Easter Bunny.

Yet she had just promised to make him happy. As unlikely as that was... something lurched in Branch's stomach at remembering those words. His face was unusually warm and his heart beat began to beat a little bit faster than usual.

She means nothing to me, his head would tell him over and over.

Yet his heart disagreed, and it only grew worse as the years went on and she continued to find the key to his heart. She had become the subject of many poems he wrote to pass the time, but he would sooner chop off his own hair than admit that to anyone.

Some years layer when they went on the journey to save the Snack Pack, Branch knew he was gaining feelings for her, but there was a difference between the now and the back then: he let himself fall for her this time.

"Solid burn returned," she told him as she headed out the door to rescue her friends.

Branch was taken aback, his eye wide with shock. For once he could not think of a comeback, and all he could do was stare and watch her go with that smug little smirk on her lips. Perhaps she wasn't so naive after all.

After that infernal Hug Time, Branch managed to find a temporarily quiet spot and bury his face in his hands.

She was making him feel things stronger than ever. He suddenly wanted to help her, to protect her, to hug her and be with her.

That was one of the times he realized he loved her, and from then everything went downhill.

Some years later...

Poppy had been pestering Branch for years, but she hardly thought of him as anything more than a friend. He intrigued her. He was different and mysterius, and she was determined to break through his shell one day, but she had never expected to fall for him.

Throughout her childhood and teen years she did her best to get him to open up, but to no avail. He managed to evade her. Still, someday she would get him to open up. She promised it.

Her promise came true when they met Bridget. Who knew the one thing Branch hated would indirectly get him to open up about his past and feelings? He had an outburst, yelling something about his grandma, singing, and death.

When she gave him that hug, she could have sworn he had just been about to hug back before her friends crowded them. It didn't matter though. He had spilled the beans and all she had for him was care and compassion. She had made a crack in that hard metaphorical wall of his.

It was when she and his were atop a Bergen's head that she realized there was more to her feelings for him than just kindness and compassion.

In a moment of tension Branch had quietly blurted out a beautiful string of words.

"Your eyes... they're like two pools so deep I fear that if I dive in, I might never come up for air. And your smile... the sun itself turns jealous and refuses to come out from behind the clouds, knowing it cannot shine half as bright…"

His whole demeanor changed with just one poem, a poem Poppy had never heard before, but it was beautiful. Branch's worry lines disappeared as a small smile adorned his face, something she rarely saw on him but quickly decided looked good on him. Slowly he turned to her.

"I kinda do have a nice smile, don't I?"

"Yes, you do." It had been Gristle he responded to, but Poppy he was speaking to. He looked her in the eyes, and for once Poppy saw a genuine, positive expression on his face. It wasn't grumpy. It wasn't snarky. It was... something; something beautiful and comforting she had never seen him show before.

Something lurched in Poppy's stomach, sending butterflies fluttering through her insides and her heart on a treadmill.

There was more to Branch than meets the eye. Inside she glimpsed a hidden sweetheart, and it made her even more determined to learn about him.

Something stuck with her and a fluttery feeling like a butterfly in her stomach erupted whenever she looked at him.

She had begun to fall for Branch, and it all went downhill from there.

Present day...

"Who knew you were such a sweetheart," Poppy finished gently, taking his hand in hers.

A dark shade of blue erupted on Branch's cheeks. Bashfully he glanced away, squeezing her hand with a small smile. "I... I don't know what to say," he murmured.

Poppy let out a giggle. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around him and tackled him in a hug.

"Oof!" He fell backward onto the grass, his head facing the sky.

Poppy hovered above him, her face soon blocking Branch's view of the sparkling stars above. She leaned halfway on him, her legs curled on the ground beside him.

He raised a brow. "What was that for?" he inquired, gently placing his hand over one of her own that was leaning on his chest.

Leaning down, she captured his lips with her own. "I love you," she whispered, her breath mingling with his own when she drew back a few centimeters.

Letting out a chuckle, Branch smiled. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" Slipping a hand behind her head, he pulled her gently back into another kiss before pulling back to murmur, "I love you, too."

They laid next to each other that night, holding hands and gazing at the stars. Every once in awhile Branch couldn't help but sneak a look at the girl beside him whose eyes were planted intently on the glowing dots above them.

They were together. Everything was right. Life was cupcakes and rainbows after all.