#floyd x boom

[throwawaycan]

More floom

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

During the Royal Engagement Tour, Floyd runs into Cider. Cider makes snide comments about how Floyd hasn't accomplished anything since he worked with him 15 years ago. 😖

Boom intervenes. He doesn't say anything, he just kinda towers over Cider and gives him the evil eye. 😠

Floyd has a breakdown in the concert's bathroom.

Floyd's makeup is running and there's no toilet paper or paper towels.

Boom has makeup wipes.

Floyd blurts out everything to Boom. How he thinks Cider is right and the only thing he has to show for the 20 years he abandoned his family was that one album that only happened because of Cider and even then, it tanked and even after he did everything right, everything still turned out wrong and noone will ever like his music. 😮‍💨

Boom comforts him.

Floyd appreciates him lending an ear and asks how he can repay him.

Boom happens to want an autograph which Floyd happily agrees to sign.

"Didn't know you were a fan."

Boom smirks and hands him the album and a pen. 🖊️

IT'S FLOYD'S SOLO ALBUM!

Turns out Floyd's music helped Boom when he was coming out. 🏳️‍🌈

This is the first time anyone has ever asked him for an autograph for HIS album!

Boom is shy about it “Floyd, it may not have sold a million copies, sold out concerts or platinum records but I know those songs definitely had an impact on me. And I'm grateful that you wrote them.”

“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that, Boom.”

Floyd signs the album "Dear Boom, Thank you for being my hero in more ways than one tonight. Love Floyd. XOXO" 💋

I realised in order for me to show the next few parts of the Floyd Ex Boyfriend Saga Revenge Plan, I have to develop some Floom stuff.

Soooo Tadaaaaa

[spxranza]

spreading my Floom agenda

[yyink]

TROLLS!???!?!?

the first two are for my Boom in crystal AU! (Makes no sense but I wanted to put my favorite in the gem :3)

Im working on more Kitrailao art!! Just gotta push through lmaoooo

uhm anyway yep thats it byeeee

[artstar1997]

Floyd and Boom are known to be voiced by two gay icons, respectively Troye Sivan and Lance Bass so I decided to give these two a precolonial makeover. Floyd wears a saya or skirt that was commonly worn by the women while Boom is dressed in a traditional loincloth that the men wore in that era. They were both decked in tattoos and jewelry but the designs are distinguished with their colors.

I read that effeminate men in the precolonial era of the Philippines are well-respected instead of being shamed. Due to their association to the feminine, they were regarded as having greater powers of intercession with the anitos or ancestral and nature spirits and thus commonly became shamans or babaylans, which is commonly a traditionally female role in Philippine cultures.

Shamans were highly respected members of the community as ritual specialists: healing the sick, keeping oral histories, performing sorcery, and serving as spirit mediums for communicating with ancestral and nature spirits. They were second only to the nobility in the social hierarchy, and could function as a community's interim leader (similar to a regent or interrex) in the absence of the datu a.k.a the chieftain.

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[notfa-mousyet]

So, I've kinda been stuck on Trolls since... Thanksgiving.

Whelp, here's Boom singing and dancing with Brozone and singing his solo to Floyd. (It's the Barden Bellas' finale medley.)

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Event: Campfire antics: Floyd (of course): let's go romantic maybe?

Sorry if I messed 5his up my brain go vrr rn

Campfire Antics; Floyd Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, some soft Floyd

Word Count; 700+

AN; I hope you enjoy your eel (and congrats on the wedding). Decided to go a lil ham on the romance aspect (kissing, you smooch an eel). As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The crackling of wood burning and the crashing of the ocean waves filled the night air. The blue and purple flames of the salt-saturated wood lit the campsite in a gentle glow. You and Floyd sat near the fire, Floyd propping his long legs on your lap, stretching them out, all while stuffing his face with marshmallows.

“How many does that make,” you asked, laughing at how stuffed his cheeks had gotten. Honestly, how had he not choked yet?

He moved his mouth but all that came out of his mouth was incoherent mumbling. He instead flashed his hands twice; he had twenty marshmallows crammed into his mouth somehow. He waggled his eyebrows at you, spat out a few marshmallows and gave you a big toothy grin. “I win the bet, Shrimpy! You said that I couldn’t fit twenty of those marshmallows in my mouth, an’ that was twenty-one!~”

“Actually I believe it was ‘you’re a hazard to society and a coward, do twenty,” you quipped back, looking softly at Floyd. “But you’re my hazard to society. What do ya want your prize to be then?”

Floyd flicked a half-eaten marshmallow at you, snickering. “Hmm, how about you close your eyes and I’ll surprise you with something?~” There was some sort of emotion swimming in his eyes, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

You closed your eyes, waiting for this surprise. You felt Floyd remove his legs from your lap, and the shifting of sand.

“M’kay, Shrimpy, ya can open your eyes now!” Floyd called excitedly, coming from a bit from your right.

You opened your eyes and Floyd was gone from the fire, but you saw the faintest hints of light blue light coming from the rather large tide pool the two of you had decided to make your fire next to. And in the tide pool was Floyd in his merform, glowing due to his bioluminenscene. All of the blue light from both him and the fire made his yellow eye shine, and everything about him was captivating. He waved you over, beckoning for you to get closer.

You got to the edge of the tide pool and Floyd swimmed up and placed a kiss to your nose. “Surprise!~” He shot you a wink before placing another kiss to your lips. 

You laughed. “So that was your plan-”

He shot up and dragged you into the tide pool. “Gotcha! Hehehehe, that was my surprise!” He wrapped himself around you, gentle though.

You spat out water at him, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Floyd helped you get out of the water and leaned on the edge of the tide pool. “Hmm,” he hummed to himself thinking. His eyes lit up and he dragged himself out of the water, still in his merform, and plopped himself in your lap. “I’m lucky that ya like me, Shrimpy.” He leaned his head back and smiled up at you. “I’m lucky that I have you.”

All of the joking was gone, Floyd was serious. And he was looking up at your face, which was illuminated softly by the campfire. He sighed and rolled back over to the tide pool, since he didn’t want to dry out. But instead of drying off by the fire you scooted over the edge, and placed your legs in.

Floyd swam over and propped himself up on your lap again. “Shrimpy?”

It’s not like we haven’t kissed before… And you captured his lips with yours. But it wasn’t soft like the previous ones, it conveyed all of the love in both your hearts and everything left unsaid. You pulled back first, sucking in large lung fulls of air. “I love you,” you stare into his eyes, seeing the blue flame from the campfire dance in them. 

He looked at you with lovestruck eyes, and crushed you into a tight hug, curling his tail around your legs. “I love you more, Shrimpy.”

Getting dry can wait for later, for now, nothing but enjoying this brief summer getaway mattered more. This perfect moment in time. And to think, this evolved from him trying to beat his personal best at the Fluffy Bunny challenge and wanting to try some s'mores with you.

[boomtastics]

Is this a challenge!? Pt. 2!

Character(s) | Octavianelle

Type |drabble

Oh? Did someone leave their stuffed animal? Of course he'll take care of it!

Azul Ashengrotto

Ohoho! Someone left their stuffed shark I see? Well, you ARE his darling partner so of course he'll take care of it!

It's been two days since your departure, Truly he has never seen himself longing for your touch as much as he is right now.

A letter soon lands on his nightstand, being from Jade or magically appearing there, He doesn't know or remember.

reaching his hand out he grabbed the letter lazily.

"Hey, Azul! I'm so sorry for not sending a letter earlier but I had to fight for my life again, which was pretty time-consuming! whatever getting straight to the point, I left my dear child Edward the shark and Floyd has been trying to take him, and Im NOT about to let him steal my darling son.

so please as soon as you have the chance take him and care for him, Please?"

Oh? So you want Azul to act like a darling father? Well when you get back, (hopefully alive) let's show the world our amazing family!

Jade leech

Ah, your stuffed animal? Well, since he is your significant other. The responsibility to take care of your things when you're not around must fall on him, no?

Locking up the Mostro Lounge, His day will truely end when he makes sure your safe in your bed or in his.

A lone stuffed lion is on your bed as lightning crackles in the background. How...charming? Did you plan this out?

A yellow sticky note is on the side of the door. "Ruggie, I will kick your ass all the way out of the stratosphere if you don't leave Lin alone."

Looks like instead of protecting you, he's protecting a stuffed animal.

Floyd Leech

Ahh? Does shrimpy have a stuffed animal? How cuteee!

Hahaha! Where is shrimpy hiding now!? Oh oh oh! He knows! You must be at your dorm!!

Eh? What is this weird shrimp thing? Did something happen in Alchemy class? OH NOO!!! DID THOSE TWO PUNKS HURT YOU!?

A little ping is faintly heard as his phone lighter up. Scrambling for his phone, a message pops up

"In town with my friends make sure you or grim don't die"

Awwwh...You didn't invite him?

[wickedwritingchaos]

Mi familia - Chapter 22 - Wickedme - Trolls: TrollsTopia (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

And I thought I was so close to finishing and the muse strikes again

[throwawaycan]

Golden Kisses

yeah im a Floom fan how did you know

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

Boom and Floyd

Revenge Plan interlude, bonus scene, inbetweeny scene?

Floyd finds Boom sketching various shapes on scattered papers.

“What're these?”

“Oh ignore those, they're just some silly drawings.”

“They don't look silly. What are they, designs for the next album cover?”

“It’s… a logo.”

“What for?”

“Nothing…”

“Boom, you can tell me. You have great ideas and I like hearing about them.”

“Okay um... it's for the company, when you win. I figured you wouldn't want to keep it as ‘Hooch Management’ so I was just scribbling some things.”

“Boom, this is so kind of you. And these designs are incredible. You need to give yourself more credit.”

“You may not like the name though. It's a bit… ugh… controversial.”

“Oh come on. You can't say that and then not tell me, you got me hooked. Tell me?"

“....Shattered Diamond Management”

Floyd's eyes widened.

“I was just… thinking symbolically, you know? You are gonna help a lot of Trolls get their music back so you're kinda shattering their diamonds too... and yeah it's too much right? It was just a rough idea. Just ignore it, it's too-”

“I love it! Boom, this is perfect. Thank you." He smiled admiringly at the logo "I really hope I win so I get to use it."

Boom blushed.

"You will. You just need to give yourself more credit."

[snek-disappearedagain]

I need more jamiazu content please PLEASE

[confused-lover]

All The Hugs

Character x reader / Platonic!Ortho x reader Summary: How the characters would hug you Warnings: None (that I can think) (english is not my first language)

Riddle Rosehearts: Oh man, he would be so awkward, like, if you are not in an already established relationship he couldn't even hug you. He'd let you hug him but would be stiff as a board.

Ace Trappola: Would totally yank you in and squeeze you so hard but it'll last a maximum of 5 seconds. If you want it to last more you gotta stay wrapped around him, he’ll give in. Hopefully.

Deuce Spade: He’d wrap his arms around your shoulders but he won't press his body to yours, my boy is too respectful. If you don’t care about “decency” and hug him properly he’ll blush like no one’s business. 

Cater Diamond: I totally see him hugging your waist and swaying just a bit. If he's feeling cheeky he’d snap a photo so quick you wouldn't even notice until you see it posted on Magicam an hour later.

Trey Clover: He’d be so normal about it. Just a normal hug. Thanks the seven for the one sane dude here.

Leona Kingscholar: No hug. You either snuggle in bed or you give up. But those cuddles, man are they good, you two stay like that for a minimum of 2 hours. The maximum does not exist. If you don’t get out of there yourself, you’ll never leave.

Jack Howl: Also a normal hug, he just wraps his arms around you and stays like that for a time, I see him probably taking in your scent but that’s about it. Please don’t mention the helicopter that is his tail. Please. 

Ruggie Bucchi: You hug him and he pickpockets you, that's it, nothing else to say. Sorry.

Azul Ashengrotto: Just from the hug you know a business proposal is coming. I don't know how he does it but he hugs so professionally. If he’s feeling very romantic tho it’ll all be really slow. He’d remove his glasses and nearly hang limp in your arms.

Jade Leech: His hugs also have very business vibes from him but he’d also slowly caress your back, his fingertips softly touching your spine sending you shivers. He knows what he’s doing, don’t let his smile deceive you, he's nothing but a little shit.

Floyd Leech: you know how his hugs are … you don’t need me to tell you…

Kalim Al-Asim: Warm and fuzzy, like hugging the sun itself. I don't even know how his face doesn't hurt with all the smiling he does. He’d 100% make little jumps when and after he hugs you. If extremely happy he’d probably squeal or something. He’s cute like that.

Jamil Viper: The moment you hug him you can both see and feel his body relax, he'd let out a breath and hug you tightly. Bring you closer to his chest. Best believe this in the only moment of peace he’ll have all day, just let him enjoy it.

Vil Schoenheit: You can feel his neck straining to not touch you, god forbid he ruins his make-up. That’ll make you think that he feels like hugging you is a chore or that he doesn’t like it, don't believe that, he loves it. Just wait until it’s the end of the day and all his make-up is gone, once you get in bed you’ll be able to lay your head on his chest and cuddle all night

Еpel Felmier: If you're shorter or taller doesn’t matter, he will wrap his arms around your shoulders and hug you as strongly as he can. Will think it’s manly. Please go along with it or he’ll have a crisis once alone in his dorm room.

Rook Hunk: It's happening when you least expect it. You think you're alone, then boom, you get hugged. He’ll stay there as long as you permit it and will spew poetics non-stop. If you are not one to hug people then he'll absolutely brag about it to everyone and their mother.

Idia Shroud: He won't ever initiate, so it's on you this time around. Whatever type of hug it is, long or short, tight or loose, you won’t be seeing him for at least a month after that, he’ll just be hiding until the end of time ( until you and his brother give him no choice and drag him out of his room).

Ortho Shroud: Will hug you, be so happy about it, and then immediately run to his brother to tell him how good it was and list all the mental and physical benefits of hugs. He just wants to help his brother. Cut him some slack.

Malleus Draconia: He sees a hug as a very intimate affair. If you wait for him to hug you then you better be prepared to wait at least 5 months. If you beat him to it he’ll blush. It's gonna be brief and not exactly satisfactory but be prepared to see a ring very soon. Also, he’ll brag. Loudly.

Lilia Vanrouge: Hug attack. It’s a strong embrace if short. Also will shamelessly laugh at your face afterwards.

Silver: More than a hug, it’s a cuddle, his sleeping is quite infectious and you’ll fall right asleep. One of the best naps of your life.

Sebek Zigvolt: He sees you go in for a hug, sidesteps you, yells about how improper all of it is, and then a second later hugs you anyway. Other than a broken eardrum the hug is unimpressive, not exactly something to write home about. Maybe write to his home, for the medical bills, for your ears.

[roosterforme]

I feel like Bob would be really good at overstimulation because he's so patient. He'd have you naked and in tears, several orgasms deep before he even took his shirt off.

I'm going to pretend @attapullman sent this (but she'd never go nonny about Bob), because I wrote this little ficlet as a birthday treat in response to this sexy thought. Happy birthday, Morgan!

I Need a Minute (Bob Floyd x Reader)

contains smut, fingering, adult language, overstimulation and confident Bob

Your boyfriend was not someone to mess with. You knew that for a fact. Sure, he looked sweet and innocent in his wire rimmed glasses and unassuming shirts, but inside, he was a thinker. A planner. Someone who took all the time necessary to make a decision and formulate a plan. And in your case, he was currently working on exacting his revenge.

Anyone else would have a hard time reading it on his face, but you knew him well enough to notice the soft twitch of his lips and the subtle glances he was sending your way. It was your own fault for the way you teased him at the diner, sliding your hand up inch by inch beneath the napkin that was spread out on his lap until you got to the sweet spot. While you casually talked to all of his aviator friends, you stroked him slowly through his jeans. As you laughed with Mickey and Javy, you gave him a little squeeze just to hear his soft grunt.

When everyone started to stand up, Bob was blushing as he said, "I need a minute." And you left him high and dry, climbing out of the oversized booth and making a mad dash for Natasha's car while Bob tried to hide what you did to him.

As you traipsed across the sandy beach with everyone else, Bob finally reached for your free hand. "Why don't we spread our blanket out over here?" he asked, tugging you to a stop. "The fireworks would be starting up in just a few minutes," he added. "We should get settled in."

He seemed completely calm, so you shook out the beach blanket and curled up with him so you were sitting between his legs. "Are you comfy?" you asked him over your shoulder, and he kissed the tip of your nose, making you smile.

"Very," he promised, and you turned to face the ocean just as the first red, green and orange fireworks lit up the sky. Even though you were wearing his Naval Academy sweatshirt over your sundress, you shivered as he whispered, "I'm about to be a lot more comfortable than you."

"What?" you gasped, realizing that everyone else was sitting in front of you. There was nobody watching as Bob gently pulled your legs further apart and kissed the side of your neck. Nobody noticed a damn thing when he tugged the fabric slowly up your legs and ran his thumb along your underwear, sending you scooting back against him. "What are you doing?" you whined softly, giving yourself away.

His fingers paused on the thin strip of cotton hiding your pussy from him. "Oh. You want this, huh?" When you nodded, dazed eyes focused on the fireworks, he kissed your earlobe. "You say that now."

One long finger slipped inside the elastic band of your underwear, and you gasped his name. Bob let his digit glide slowly up and down your slit while he made casually offhand comments like, "The green fireworks are my favorite. Did you know they are made out of barium salts?" Your only response was to moan a little louder, and he didn't stop you. The loud booming sounds blocked out your whines and breathy gasps as he slipped that finger inside you, lazily fucking you with it while his thumb found you clit.

He punctuated every thrust with a little swirl of his thumb, varying the speed as he went. You tried desperately to fuck yourself on that long finger, but he held you in place with his other hand. You were playing his little game now, and you knew it would be a little while before you came. 

His lips worked at your neck until you could feel a bruise forming. His teeth grazed your skin softly when you started to hiccup. You found out the hard way that the city of San Diego put on a glamorous thirty minute fireworks display for holidays, and Bob teased you for twenty-eight of them. Your breathing was so loud as he pumped his hand beneath your dress and whispered, "You want to come, don't you? You want to soak my hand even more, huh?"

"Bob!" you begged loud enough that one of the others must have heard, but Bob just kept slowing his pace until you felt tears in your eyes. Your makeup was probably a mess. Sweat broke out on your brow. But he just slowed down until he was gently tapping your pussy with his fingers.

"Ask me really nicely."

"Please, Bob!" Your voice broke on the words as he rammed two fingers deep inside you and stroked your clit with his thumb. The grand finale of fireworks blasted across the sky as you finally came, eyes closed and back arched. You didn't care who saw you like this as long as you got the relief you needed.

He kissed that tender spot behind your ear and whispered, "You're lucky I'm so nice," as you rolled your hips against the heel of his hand. And then he was slipping it back out of your panties and tugging your dress into place as everyone around you started to collect their things. When he stood up and looked down at you, he smirked as you sprawled out on your back, your limbs completely boneless. "You ready to go?" he asked with his hands on his hips.

"I need a minute."

[dotster001]

When You Escape Him; Octavinelle

Summary: Yandere Octavinelle boys x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.

CW: yandere, dark content, murder, threats against reader, drugging, injury to reader, mafia shit, this one feels darker, so read at your own risk, Azul's part is the tamest, so take that as you will

A/N: As promised, I'm going to be doing this one regularly. Hopefully gonna get these out on Sundays.

Heartslaybul Savannahclaw Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Non NRC Staff

Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.

"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.

Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.

And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.

In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.

You were lucky. In so many ways. Every single day you were grateful. Grateful that you been at your winter home, which was on land. Grateful that the child he'd found had been human. Grateful that the twins had had to go home early for “family business”.

You would never have had your window otherwise.

And seven years later, you were still grateful. Particularly to the Sunset Savannah, for quietly taking you and your son in as citizens, and legally changing your names, all under the table. 

Your son was starting first grade tomorrow, so you'd spent the day shopping for supplies, eating treats that you'd splurged on to celebrate, chatting about dreams for the future. 

The sun had gone down, and you'd shifted a bag to your hip to unlock the door, only for the door to slowly creak open. You pushed your son behind you, peeking into your darkened apartment. You quickly noticed the absolute wreckage inside, the windows broken, tables flipped, tv smashed, pillows torn; anything that could be broken, was broken.

You turned to your son, pressing a finger to your lips. He looked scared, but nodded. You grabbed his hand, and tip toed towards the stairwell. You made it down one flight of stairs before you saw twin shadows. You had the advantage of seeing them first, so you turned and tiptoed your way to the roof, hastily typing a message to Emergency L. You said a silent prayer as you pushed the door open, immediately hearing cackling as they bounded up the stairs behind you.

If you could just block the door until help arrived…

But the roof was swarmed with large men in black suits. You never stood a chance.

After an uncomfortable ride in a limo with the Leech twins, who were trying really hard to get your son to call them “Uncle”, followed by an underwater breathing potion shoved down your throat (your son's was mixed in a smoothie), and an even more uncomfortable escort back to Azul’s undersea branch of the Monstro Lounge, you found yourself in a very familiar situation. It'd been a while since you'd been in this chair in the VIP room. Last time, you'd traded your life away, believing Azul would find a way home for you. You really should have read the fine print…

“Mister?” Your son tugged on Floyd's sleeve.

Floyd grinned. “That's not my name.”

“U-uncle Floyd?” Floyd nodded happily. “Can I have a glass of water?”

“Daddy will be here in a sec. He'll get you some water.”

Floyd seemed happy to entertain your son, meanwhile Jade quietly snickered from the spot next to you where he was ensuring you stayed seated.

The door slammed open, and you didn't dare turn to look.

“WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?” Azul boomed, and you heard your son release a squeak in fear.

“You were very busy with work. We didn't want to disturb you,” Jade said, the smile clear in his voice.

A tentacle wrapped around your stomach as Azul made his way to his desk.

“I should fire both of you for your impertinence.”

“Ah, but then we'd have to take Shrimpy and baby tako with us,” Floyd guffawed.

“Don't even joke about that,” Azul spat, finally in a place where you couldn't avoid looking at him. He looked exactly the same as you remembered, just with more bags under his eyes. The tentacle wrapped around your middle tightened as he stared at you, then he looked at your son, another tentacle moving to smooth the boy's hair. He flinched, but you'd long since learned that sometimes Azul's tentacles had a mind of their own; they continued petting his head.

“How would you like to stay with your Grandma for a while?” He finally asked.

“Grandma?” 

“Yes. Your parents have to work some things out. So Uncle Floyd and Uncle Jade are going to take you to stay with Grandma.”

“My grandma is from a different world…”

“You have another Grandma,” Azul smiled wickedly. “You see,” the tentacle turned his head to face you, “someone has been lying to you. I'm your father. And they stole you from me, because they are a selfish, mean, person.”

You moved to stand, but the tentacle, and Jade's grip, both became crushing, and you froze in place. Your son's eyes flickered with doubt, but saying something now would give you a black eye and a traumatized son.

“I'm your father,” Azul smiled softly, moving closer and gently taking his hands. That's the smile that made you sign your contract.

“We'll see you soon. And then we'll be a proper family. Okay?”

The boy nodded and was quickly walked out by Jade and Floyd. Azul moved behind his desk, as though he had not a care in the world. He pulled out a familiar piece of glowing paper, and looked at it, before looking at you in mock disapproval.

“It seems you are in extreme violation of your contract, Y/N Ashengrotto.”

The only way you could have ever made it to the surface, was with help. Going to Jade was a long shot. But he'd grinned. It sounded entertaining to him, watching Floyd hunt you down. It would provide a couple hours of fun for him. 

What Jade hadn't anticipated was how long you'd spent preparing for this opportunity. 

And now it had been six years since you'd escaped the clutches of the ocean. Your son was coloring in the living space while you cooked. 

The door splintered into a million pieces with a loud bang. And there he was. His eyes as cold as the day you'd first met him, when you'd watched him fight off a crowd of angry contracted students.

Your son looked up, instantly crying in total fear.  You wrapped your arms around him, shielding him from your angry ex husband. Or at least you tried to. But, just like the man he resembled, he was a tall boy. It was hard to hide your gentle giant. 

“Hey squirt,” Floyd said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. He leaned in, his face inches from your son's face, scanning him, seeing the traces of himself in the boy. “How bout you come with me?”

“I-” he looked up at you, then back at Floyd. “I don't wanna.”

Floyd's eyes narrowed. He stood back up, grabbing you by the jaw, with a growl.

“Bet ya think you're real funny, doncha Shrimpy? Turning my family against me? Ya did it with Jade too. Thing is,” he scowled, biting his lip before continuing, “if I kill the kid, I know I'll never get you back again.”

Your breath caught in your throat. 

“Jade,” you breathed, but Floyd threw you to the ground.

“Don't you dare say his name!” He screamed, moving to grab you again, but your son stood in his way.

“You don't get to talk about him! You killed my brother!” He screamed, trying to bob and weave around the boy. Finally he pulled out his pen, whispering a spell, and your son collapsed.

“No!” You screamed, crawling over to him, but Floyd blasted you back against the wall.

“He's fine. Just sleeping til we get home,” he said, irritation at having to even explain it clear in his voice.

He stalked over to you, and you tried to scoot back, but winced. You were pretty sure you had broken something.

He shoved you back, then hovered over your body, pinning your hands above your head. He nuzzled into your neck, his teeth grazing your jugular.

“If I ripped your throat out, you couldn't leave me again.”

“Please don't,” you breathed out, tears trickling from the corners of your eyes.

“No promises,” he said, the smile returning to his voice. “We'll see how well you behave.”

You'd found a spy among the ranks of Jade's men. As much as you believed that Jade probably already knew, you'd used the poor soul’s situation to your advantage. You wouldn't tell “Papa Leech” about him, if he got his boss to get you and your son an escape. You pointed out how if you escaped, and stayed hidden, Jade would essentially be out of the picture, forever weakening the Leech family.

It took lots of negotiation, and some 4d chess on your part to out maneuver the near genius that was Jade, but eventually, you were set up in a small home in the sea just off the coast of  the kingdom of heroes. 

They'd even started prepping for when your son was old enough to start safely taking human transformation potions. A moray eel mer stood out no matter where he lived, so the sooner they could set you up on land, the better. 

That spy had left that job, and was now your regular contact when they were passing along information. You were scheduled to meet him today. He'd told you to bring your son. You hoped this meant you were finally going to discuss leaving the ocean. You'd dressed up your boy, putting a wig on him to hide the very Leech-ish hair he was unfortunate enough to be sporting. A pair of sunglasses on both of you, and you were ready. 

You arrived at the fancy restaurant, giving the host the fake name that you used for your contact. He directed you to a room in the back, telling you to lock the door behind you.

You opened the door in the back, gently ushering your son in as you turned to lock the door. You turned back, and smiled at your contact, sitting down next to your son, in the seat across from him. 

Then your contact fell out of his chair.

“Aw, too bad,” you heard an upsettingly familiar voice say from the dark corner of the room.

You grabbed your son's arm, preparing to swim away, but it took less than a beat for Jade to torpedo through the water, and grab you, throwing you over his shoulder. 

“No!” Your son cried, banging his fists against Jade.

Jade snickered, before calling out, “Floyd. Enough hiding. Time to play with your beloved nephew.”

Floyd swam out from under the table, sighing heavily. 

“If I have to. Just make sure you actually get Shrimpy on the right path this time, or Pops is gonna lose it.”

Your son was snatched around the middle, then dragged out of the room, your anguished cries doing nothing. Jade swam back to the seat your now dead contact was sitting in, slamming you down into it, binding you with a spell. 

“Hello, my love. How was your vacation?” He asked with a close eyed smile.

You struggled against the binds, and he sighed in mock disappointment.

“Oh dear, I thought you'd be happy to see me.”

He wiped away an invisible tear. Then he reached over to the plate on the table. 

“Jade, please. Where are you taking my son?” You pleaded.

He raised a brow, his face the very image of innocence, as he rolled his fork in the pasta on the plate.

“You mean, my son?” He asked. “He's going somewhere safe.”

“Jade, promise me you won't hurt him-”

“I would never! Do you think I'm a cruel beast?”

You didn't feel safe answering that question.

“While you were gone, I did some thinking. I was asking a lot of you. You're just a weak magicless human in a very scary environment. On top of that, I wanted you to be a parent, and a perfect spouse. You need some help.”

He grinned. “So I did some experimenting. Open wide!” He pressed the fork to your mouth, but you kept your lips sealed tight. “Don't worry, my pearl, you won't feel a thing.”

You had no doubt of that. Whatever was in that food wouldn't hurt you, not in a way you would feel. But whatever it did do would be far worse. You just knew it, especially after all this time he had to think about  just how to make you behave.

“Do you ever wish to see your son again?”

You slowly nodded, your throat closing up.

“Do you want your son's grandfather to be put in charge of your discipline?”

You shook your head, and Jade's smile widened as he pressed the fork back to your lips. This time, you slowly opened your mouth and took a bite of the pasta. It tasted good, at least. That was your last thought as the world around you morphed and warped, the only thing you could truly focus on was a sharp toothed smile.