I know it's been awhile since I posted on here but this idea just screamed to be shared with my fellow Broppy shippers. I am wanting to do a collection of Broppy oneshots so if any of you have any ideas (Broppy shipping, the fluffier, sweeter and romantic the better cause that is the type of stories I love to write :)) please include it in your reviews. Thanks.

P.S. I have "Trolls: The Beat Goes On" seasons 1-4 so if there's an episode you think could be Broppy, I'm in.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Trolls so please don't sue me.

My version of "The Giver" episodes from "Trolls: The Beat Goes On" tv show. Sorry if I made Branch a little depressing but that is the way my fingers and imagination took me. I am also warning you that I am a long story kind of writer.

Whew it took me so many years but the mystery of who "The Giver" was is finally solved (happy dance) though to be honest I was 8 when all this happened and there's no way Dad would let little me roam Trolls Village without him. Hopefully Branch won't destroy my 2nd "Thank You" card like he has to every one of my homemade invitations (ones I made painstakingly personalized to hopefully entice him to join my friends and me in our celebrations of life, love, laughter and merriment) in the past.

I can't believe I didn't put the clues together earlier based on the gifts Branch has bestowed on me over the years; little treasures he clearly made with his own hands, to figure out his identity sooner. I know every Troll in the village and none of them are as sweet, senstive and considerate towards others as Branch is, not to be mean or judgemental to my friends who I really care about but it's the truth.

Now that I think about it; a card is not the appropriate "thank you" either, too small time and not big enough to show Branch how thankful or grateful I am that he took so much of his time and energy from his daily rountine of keeping Troll Village safe with all his booby traps and safety precautions as well as making sure his bunker is stocked for whatever life throws at him (my lovable pessimist) to make each gift special for every single Troll in the village.

"This "thank you" has to be perfect; it's another way to show Branch how much I love him, how truly special he is to me and that I want him in my life permanently. I have been in love with him since we both were children- puppy love which grew into true love (deep, unconditional and true)- which is the reason I pestered him into joining my world so much with my invitations and requests to spend time with me and our friends even though I knew I was driving him absolutely crazy doing it.

So it's time to put my thinking cap on of the perfect - Branch approved-from the heart-gushy but not over the top in case he doesn't feel the same way about me-thank you gift that hopefully doesn't take too long to make. Ok Poppy, there's no pressure but this is the single most important crucial thing you have and will probably ever create so it needs to be extra super duper extraordinary added to the weight that this is for the Troll you love; not helping me now I am extra stressed.

I could make something that memorializes Branch's beloved grandma, may she rest in peace, ( I wish I was old enough to remember her cause from what my dad has told me about her she was an amazing, one-of-a-kind, sweet, sassy, mother figure to everyone, kind and generous Troll who loved everyone she came into contact with especially her Branch.) Hmm maybe not such a grand idea; I don't want Branch to be so depressed and sad after being reminded of the death of his beloved grandma that he loses his color again, yeah that's not romantic or thoughtful at all so axe that idea.

Come on brain, think of something that shows Branch how much I love him, my sweet, sensitive, brave, smart, survivalist and lovable worrywort. Hmm I could do a poem (though it won't be half as romantic, poetic or go straight to your heart and soul as my Branch's poems, I should know as I have written each and every one of them in my scrapbook diary and re-read them each night before going to sleep) or even write him a "Poppy-Branch original" song. Ohh that's not a bad idea; singing is a really good way to communicate feelings to someone with a guarantee of no stuttering, mixing up your words or Branch misinterpreting what I am trying to tell him. "

To help get her thoughts in order and coherent Poppy looked around her pod at some of the gifts her Branch had given her over the years which were proudly displayed all around for her personal daily enjoyment: a portrait of Poppy's family; her mom and dad gazing lovingly and in utter awe of baby Poppy fast asleep in her pale pink blanket; painted with homemade paint made of egg yolks, crushed berries, vingear and water in such vivid colors that the picture seemed to jump from the frame.

Looking at it was bittersweet for her; on one hand it made her miss her mom even more (Petunia was an unfortunate victim of Trollisce along with hundreds of others when Poppy was an infant) but it also made her heart fill with love at seeing the woman she loves very much and who everyone says she looks like. It hung in a place of honor beside Poppy's bed so that it felt like her mom was watching over her day and night to shower her guidance and love on her daughter and Poppy talked to her mom each and every day.

There was a small collage of the Snack Pack and Poppy made out of yarn depicting the many entertaining and fun parties and adventures they had over the years. The whole thing was made of many different colors that must have taken Branch weeks to months to gather all the animals, plants and vegetables fibres needed to make the many pictures and got lots of boo-boos from poking himself numerously with the nails as he created this masterpiece (ones she wished she could have kissed each and every one of them to "heal" them).

It also hung in her bedroom which caused her to brainstorm ways to persuade Branch to make another portrait of just the two of them; she didn't care what material it was made out of as long as she had a picture of the Troll of her dreams and herself to drool over and gaze at lovingly daily as she dreamed about the day when she could openly show and express her unconditional love to Branch and know he felt the exact same way.

Then there was a bouquet of paper flowers in soft pastel colors of purple, pink, blue, yellow and white that smelled as if the Bumble Bees had pollinated them with the pollen from actual blossoms and then gathered them up for Branch to give to her wrapped with magenta ribbons. They might not have been real flowers but Poppy still decided that the flowers needed to be in the prettiest vase she had presented on her dinning room table to be the first thing someone saw when entering her pod.

Last of all were small rocks that had been shaped into hearts and handwritten with uplifting, positve and cute sayings on them such as: "", "Every time I see you I fall in love all over again.", " Your life is your story. Write it well"."My favorite part of the day is when I get to talk to you", "I love you to the moon & back", "I promise to handle your heart with care & treasure it with love" and "Every time I see you I fall in love all over again."

The rocks sat proudly in a straight line on her windowsill where Poppy could read them over and over again to her heart's content to remind herself there was a Troll out there who loved her to the moon and back which never failed to bring a smile to her heart, a love song out of her lips and happy dancing either all over her pod or the village. Not that Poppy singing and dancing happily all over the village was a new sight but seeing her in such a lovedaze over Branch who everyone knew the two of them had found true love with each other put an extra wide and brighter smile on their faces.

She thought it was incredibly sweet that once a year Branch delievered homemade gifts (gifts he made special for each person according to their interests) to each and every Troll in the village under the cover of darkness without wanting a "Thank You" in return. It was also kind of bittersweet that Branch went through so many years of loneliness in his bunker after his grandma's death because he truly felt he was unworthy of ever being happy again so he became extremely safety conscious, put a wall around his heart from ever feeling any type of emotion except for loneliness.

But Branch still found it in his heart and "busy" schedule to give gifts to his fellow Trolls, who at times, were not the nicest, friendliest or supportive of his difficult childhood after the age of 4 and the emotional issues it provided because it made him too different and distant from them, and bring them joy and excitement for a night. Now it was his turn to get those same feelings and to feel as special as he made their fellow Trolls which will hopefully happen when he opens Poppy's gift especially made for him.

But first Poppy wanted to see what "The Giver" gave her this year:

Poppy,

There's so much I wish I could tell you. I could start from the day I first fell in love with you and all the reasons why anyone let alone me would fall instantly in love wih you but I am extremely fearful of your reaction to a Troll like me being head over heels in love with a Troll as pure, precious and beloved by all as you are so I guess I am destined to love you from afar.

I have a shelf full of journals where I poured my heart and soul into writing down my true feelings with pages and pages of poems and love quotes that I wish I could recite as I look deep into those pools of magenta beauty that takes my breath away each and every time and lay my feelings of true love at your feet to do with as you will; praying with everything in me that you feel the exact same.

Here my lady love are some of the words my soul wishes it could say to you: I promise to handle your heart with the upmost care and treasure it like a precious jewel. I will walk with you on the path of life till the end of time. The power of your smile should never be underestimated as it rivals the sun and the brightest clapbugs and makes any Trolls' heart brighten from inside out. Time and time again I have to pinch myself when you are next to me cause there's no way that someone as angelic and precious as you could ever exist let alone want to be near a troll like me daily.

You are my dream come true; believe me even in my hermit years I dreamed about being with my soulmate announcing our love to the whole Troll Village and us being together till the end of are the one for me; I have never been so sure of anything in all my life that I want to be your everything from your best friend,your King, your partner in life, your confidant, your sounding board, your duet and dance partner, your protector and of course your one true love till the end of our days. I love you Queen Poppy with all my heart and soul.

Love;

Me

"Aww my Branch is so super duper sweet, senstive and a romantic and I am the extremely lucky Troll who gets to see and be treated to this side of Branch (Yeah me! Happy dance party) Now to work on my "thank you" gift for my man. Ohh I know; since Branch confessed his love to me through a heartfelt beautiful and romantic song in that evil Chef's pot when things looked grim and I was utterly heartbroken over my entire village being sent to their death but Branch sang me that beautiful, heartwarming, inspiring song that seemed like it was written for my ears only and made the entire world disappear; I will tell him I love him the same way"

Branch was in his bunker repeatedly banging his head against his bed: "I can't believe that after 10 years of utter secrecy I am outed by the one Troll I didn't want to ever know my secret; her gifts have been basically my love and adoration right there in the open and now Poppy will definitely know how I truly feel for her and all because of my wrapping of the presents. I know that my wrapping isn't the best but come on it's harder then people think to cut the right size of paper to fit the gift then have to wrestle with the tape and the paper so that neither rip so everyone should just be happy that their presents were wrapped at all.

Now that Poppy knows that I am "The Giver" and all those gifts I gave her were my way of saying "I love you" things will be incredibly awkward and tense between Poppy and me when we spend time together to the point where my girl (as sweet, sensitive, positive, adorkable and lovable as she is) will tell me in the nicest, politest and sweetest way that she doesn't feel the same way I do but we can be still be friends.

To hear those words from the troll I love will feel like a sword stabbing me repeatedly in the stomach and heart and be just as painful as losing Grandma; it will probably make me lose my color and drag me back down the spiral of depression so that I retreat into my bunker for the rest of my life till I die with only Garry by my side in my bed, wow even my imagination is kind of depressing me right now.

But because I love Poppy with all my heart and not having her in my life will also be just as heartbreaking I will try my hardest to just be her "friend" and lock my true feelings for her deep down inside so that I will be a shell of myself but at least I will still have my beautiful ray of sunshine in my life so tonight I will ready myself to have my heart shattered into tiny pieces when I see Poppy tomorrow and the life I will have afterwards of being just Poppy's friend and have all my dreams and heart crushed in one day.

OMG I just realized that I practically poured my heart out to Poppy in my stupid letter with those equally stupid love quotes and wrote "I love you", I am such a blockhead. I have got to get that letter back and as quickly as possible before Poppy reads it or I will be mortally embarrassed and never be able to show my face again in Troll Village, hopefully she is watching the Snack Pack open their gifts so I am able to slip quietly and discreetly into Poppy's pod and back to the bunker without anyone seeing me. Wish me luck Garry"

Branch felt like a ninja in his black hoodie stealthily moving through his tunnels and through Misty Meadows using the trees and bushes as cover for the Trolls who had ventured from their pods after Poppy's alarms went off as he was delivering his gifts (he had meant to set them off since he knew Poppy and Smidge were "confronting" Cooper in Misty Meadows and he had developed a skill of being so silent and stealthy that no one knew he was there so why not have a little fun in the process?) and were now eagerly walking back to their pods to uncover what "The Giver" had given them.

But soon enough he found his way to Poppy's pod only to find it completely empty and dark and his search through the small Pod turned up nothing so Branch had to begrudgingly trudge home saddened and downtroddened that he wasn't able to find his "prize" which was a clear indication that Poppy had not only been home to read the note but was on her way to talk to her about it right not so not only was he was going home empty handed but he had to have one of the most difficult conversations he has had in his lifetime with the woman he loves tonight. Looks like I will be crying myself to sleep clutching Garry tonight and for many weeks afterwards; oh joy.

Branch was so drawn into his thoughts, fears and well of rising sadness that he didn't notice a familiar figure creeping alongside him as he made his way back to his bunker until he had the wind practically knocked out of him as someone jumped on his back knocking them both down to the ground. He barely was able to turn over before he was smothered by Poppy hugging the air out of him while raining kisses all over his face while saying: "my sweet troll" "my secretly romantic guy" "my senstive lovable guy" over and over again.

Since Branch was thoroughly raptured at the visible evidence that the women he loves obviously shared the same feelings (why else would Poppy be raining kisses all over his face and cooing sweet nothings in his ear?) all he could do was wrap his arms around his love's waist and halt her words by capturing Poppy's mouth with his own and kissing the air right out of both of them while pouring all his love into that one meaningful kiss until both Poppy and Branch couldn't hold their breath any long so breathing was necessary.

"No fair I have so much more that I need to say; you can't kiss me until my mind goes blank so that I forget my own name. I spent a lot of time writing this song pouring out my heart and soul and now I am having a really hard time remembering the lyrics cause your kiss turned my brain to mush. Ok brain is returning to normal as is my heartbeat so now if you would ever so kindly let me go for a quick minute it's my turn to pour my heart out to the man I love but don't worry my love after I am done with my song I will be back in your arms before you can even blink."

After Branch reluctantly let go of Poppy, not before he planted a short sweet kiss on her lips, she reached into her hair and pulled out her guitar and began to strum softly as her angelic voice started its hypnotic,soothing and loving spell over the lovestruck, soft eyed love radiating from every inch of his body Branch as she sat on a log listening to his lady love and absorbing each word of the love song that was dedicated and written especially for him.

(Sorry if this stinks; writing a poem is hard)

We have known each other since we were young

I knew you were one of a kind exceptional of the Trolls among

You built a wall around your heart so high, wide and tall,

I made a vow to break down that wall no matter the long haul.

Throughout the years, you were always on my mind

our hearts, lives and destiny intertwined.

Each invitation and me seeking you out was my heart crying out to you

to let me into your fortress, your heart and life through and through.

On my hands and knees I thank Destiny for leading us on the journey

where feelings grew stronger, deeper and true between you and me.

Beneath that wall of hurt, sadness and lonliness beat a heart of sweetness, love & sensitivity

whose words of poetic words of romance and love put my heart, soul and life in captivity.

Our love story started with puppy love and turned into love oh so true

be prepared that the sweetest, caring, sensitive, caring, handsomest troll will be wooed.

"Is that a royal decree from my Queen? Or a pinky promise from the sweet, kind-hearted, compassionate, understanding, loved by all who meet her, bubbly and angelic Troll that I am head over heels in love with? Either way it's a definite "yes" to the posed statement as long as my lady agrees that she will also be the wooer by yours truly.

Now that we are both caught up on our true feelings for each other I propose that the next course of action will be more brain blanking kissing, I do hope my love agrees with that plan." Branch said coyly as he rose from the rock to saunter over to Poppy; still in shock that not only did Poppy love him back and wanted to be with him romantically but this was all happening in the real world and not in his imagination or dreams.

Poppy just gave Branch an exaggerated "do you really have to ask that silly question?" look before her face returned to its loving and utter adoration of the man before her as she softly placed her lips onto his while doing an inner happy dance that she was finally with the troll of her dreams and extremely probable her future king, husband and father to their trollings (whoa Poppy don't get too ahead of yourself, you and Branch just started to court and you don't want to scare him away with talks of your future together so you should keep those kinds of thoughts in your head or scrapbooks for now).

She was pleased to see that it hardly took Branch anytime at all to once again wrap his strong, loving, protective and warm arms around her in order to pull her in so close that air wasn't even "allowed" to disturb their kiss though that didn't stop her knees from threatening to buckle or her heart from galloping straight out of her chest. Both Poppy and Branch agreed this was the best ever Harvest Moon they had ever had; they both got the gift they had always wanted; true love.