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It was late, and Floyd should have been sleeping.
It had been a great day. A perfectly fine wonderful day with his brothers and his boyfriend, and he should be in bed dreaming happy dreams and everything should have been fine.
But here he was, facing himself in the mirror.
Floyd had never doubted his appearance. He knew he was pretty, and he enjoyed it. He had a charming smile, a lovely voice, and the natural charisma of a performer.
And yet…..
Ever since the whole Mount Rageous incident, Floyd hadn’t been feeling as confident, he was ashamed to admit. The hair had been the first big change, and he decided against dying it. It was a pretty cool look after all.
But there were other things too. Like the wrinkles that were beginning to form around his face. Stress maybe, but it wasn’t like he was doing much. And he felt older, the whole having his talent drained had done a lot of damage. There were days where he’d feel achy in the joints and get grouchy like some sort of senior.
And then there was the weight gain. Floyd had nearly nothing but jelly to eat when he was trapped, so he was delighted at Bruce and JDs enthusiasm in keeping him fed. But of course, he was getting a lot chubbier than he was before. To make matters worse, his stretch marks just refused to fade like they used to.
He groaned as he glared at himself in the mirror. He hated thinking of himself like this, but how could he be nice to himself? Here he was a grown ass man still burdening his brothers all because he got tricked by a couple of teens. Especially Branch, who he had promised to come back for. Floyd would never really forgive himself for that, that ugly part of him that was willing to lie to that bright eyed kid just to have “freedom”.
He guessed some of that ugliness was finally seeping out.
He heard a yawn from the doorway, and glanced over his shoulder to see his boyfriend walk in.
“Hey babe, not tired yet?”Boom said.
“Meh. I’ll sleep if I lay down, I’ll head to bed with you in a sec.” Floyd responded, a quiet dejected sigh leaving his lips.
Boom walked over to his boyfriend and carefully leaned into his shoulder, resting his head completely on top of his. Floyd chuckled at their height difference, before letting the laugh fade and staring into the mirror again.
“May I,” Boom asked, lifting his head and using it to signal towards Floyd’s face. Floyd turned towards the golden troll, expecting a kiss. Instead. Boom gently brushed Floyd’s hair out of his eyes.
“You have really pretty eyes, Floyd. I wish you’d show them every so often.”
“T-thanks,” Floyd stammered, touched by the unique but genuine comment. “I needed to hear that. I’m going to be honest, I feel kinda sucky tonight.”
“How so?” Boom said, concern flashing over his face.
“Y'know…just feeling weird about looking different,” Floyd began, and immediately switched tones when Boom's eyes widened. “Not that I feel ugly or anything, I mean maybe a little bit, but like, yknow, just not as hot as usual.”
He chuckled awkwardly, hoping that would convince Boom. However, his boyfriend was still looking at him as if he had said that Branch was throwing a party. They stood there for some time before Boom spoke.
“Can I kiss you,” Boom says, with the straightest face, and Floyd nods hurriedly. Their lips meet, but something’s different this time. After 5 seconds, Floyd could feel Boom's tongue on his lips, begging for access. He granted it, and was honestly lost as to what was going on. Boom almost never initiated kisses, and he certainly was never the first to start using tongue, it was always Floyd.
Floyd pulled away for air, but Boom didn’t stop, pressing kisses all over Floyd’s face and neck.
“What’s got you all excited sunshine?” Floyd teased, and Boom pulled away to stare Floyd dead in the eye.
“You. You make me excited because you’re the most breathtaking troll ever and I don’t want you to forget that for even a second, even if I have to spend all night reminding you.” Boom laced his fingers with his and led him to the bedroom, all the while Floyd could hardly speak.
Boom fell into bed and patted the mattress beside him. Floyd laid down next to him and snuggled up as close as possible. Boom wrapped his hands around Floyd’s torso, and slowly slid them down to his waist. His fingers began to lazily trace the stretch marks there, and Floyd resisted the urge to giggle at the sensation. Boom continued to place gentle kisses all over Floyd, and mumble compliments.
“Your hair is the coolest color ever,” Boom said, placing a kiss to the top of his forehead.
“You have the most gorgeous smile,” he continued, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“You have the voice of an angel,” he said, placing kisses on Floyd’s neck, making him giggle.
“Your eyes are pretty and sparkly like amethyst,” he said, placing very careful kisses on his eyelids, to which Floyd began to laugh gently.
“Ok, ok I get it babe,” he said as Boom pulled away. “But thank you. I feel a little better.”
Floyd turned in bed as Boom wrapped his hands around his waist. The glitter troll wasn’t done, he continued to list all the things he loved about Floyd, mumbling them into his ear.
“You’re really talented. You’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. You don’t get annoyed when I ask you before every single thing I do with you. You don’t make fun of me when I don’t understand something…..”
Boom finally trailed off, and the sweet words he had been mumbling had been replaced by the slightest snore. Floyd felt his heart squeezing, he had never felt this way with anyone. He felt wetness on his check and realized he had started crying. He turned in bed one last time, and buried his face into his lover's chest.
And he let himself be loved.