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dark-side-blog3 · 3 months

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Ignore that this Home Alone inspired poly adeuce fic is a month late. Or choose to read it for 2024 Christmas, up to you.

I had a lot of fun writing this! Put it into a word counter just for fun, and I'm surprised to see that my first real WIP I finished in 2024 is 3k long! It was just so fun to imagine a twist one of my favourite Christmas movies, and I got so caught up in the fun of it I didn't make my deadline ^^; It was originally meant to be a short little crackfic, but it was just too fun! There are some cracky, campy elements, but that's just in the spirit of the movie I based it off!

Anyways: MDNI, warnings for standard yandere things, and creepy crawlies.

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"Shouldn't we be pouring salt on the pathway?"

"Nah," you smile, splashing another bucket of water on the front steps. "This is so we can have a nice slip-and-slide for tobogganing tomorrow, Grim! Same reason I'm filling up a little ice rink in the back-- I wanna do some skating. I can't wait for it to freeze over and teach you how!"

Grims' head shakes fervently as he beams; "Just you wait! I'll show you the grace and speed of a master figure skater! I'm gonna be teaching YOU how to skate by the time we're done!"

"Well if you wanna do that, you're gonna need to be well rested. Can you grab us some cookies for before-bed snacks?" you encourage, the monster agreeing and scampering off inside the dorm house to pilfer the cupboard.

You continue pouring water on the steps and trudge around the house's perimeter to check on the steps leading outside to make sure they're freezing over like you intended. You have several other home security measures to check over...

Most of the staff, and students for that matter, went home for the holidays. Family to see, vacations to take... A life to live outside of the school and other people in it. Should anything happen, Crowley was unfortunately unavailable (what else is new, the old bastard), nor was Vargas, Trein, or Crewl. Normally they'd be spattered throughout the holiday to watch over the students. But there are other teachers on the premises, and hardly any students who can't return home for whatever reason, and they let it slip by... One night during the whole winter break when none of your trusted faculty members nor any of your more powerful friends like Malleus or Idia could help if you got into trouble.

And maybe, maybe your brain has been rotted by movies and defending yourself from overblotted students.

But it's better safe than sorry.

With everything seemingly in order, and the sun setting quickly behind the treeline of school woods, you rush over to the front gate to hang a large sign:

NO SOLICITORS

Hopefully, this will deter anyone planning to intrude on you tonight.

You trudge your way back to the front door, carefully avoiding the steps. You spend the next few hours snacking with Grim while watching movies together, playing card games, and chattering about what ifs and would you rather... Before too long, it's time for bed, and Grim is out like a light, thanks to several pounds of turkey stuffing, potatoes, and cookies you still had after the holiday party days ago.

The party was fun... It did leave you with more leftovers you knew what to do with, which is always great. You got to wish Rook Joyeuses Fête, decorate cookies with Jack and Jade (the merman being much better at decorating, likely due to working in the lounge), and say goodbye to everyone dear to you before they left for their own plans... But it also had Ace and Deuce.

Which, on the one hand, they're harmless. You know they are. They're just jerks sometimes.

They should be focusing on their studies, and you had to devote your time to keeping Ramshakle clean, and Grim on task to graduate... The little monster became somewhat of a family member. Surrogate son or little brother you're not entirely sure, but you want him to succeed.

And even if the pair of heartslabyul boys were gifted students that excelled at every course with time to spare, Grim wasn't-- Grim needed your help to study, to get to class, to handle some of his projects for him when his paws would cause accidents in the potion lab. Grim needs your help to get through college, and it keeps you way too busy for a relationship with either guy.

And even though they soured the mood of the party right after you told them as such, it's the truth, and that's what it is. You're not going to jeopardize Grim's future just to date college students.

They acted like jerks for the rest of the winter break.

When everyone was opening presents, they bitched at everyone for the gifts they exchanged, teased relentlessly, knocked over decor, and told each classmate going through the magic mirror over the week to 'take their time coming back, if at all'. Poor Idia had an anxiety attack when they started teasing him; it took you half an hour to calm him down enough to stop puking and stick to just dry heaving. Grim scampered off after Idia fainted a second time... It took another hour after that to help him through the magic mirror, with his robot escorts. You would have walked through with him, but he insisted holding your hand as he left would be enough, only dragging you somewhat through the portal.

It was rubbing you the wrong way how they were picking fights with everyone, and snubbing Grim anytime they saw you and the monster around campus.

Suddenly, the front gates screech open, drawing you out of your thoughts. You peek out the sliver of the window from behind the thick curtain in the bedroom to see two figures shuffle through the snow.

It can't be them. Even if you were just thinking of them, that would be too... Convenient. Like some movie logic. Thinking of people doesn't summon them.

Whoever it is will be getting a nasty surprise in three, two, one--

A muffled thud and string of curses can be heard from the other side of the glass. You sneak your way down the stairs so you can at least see who's at the door.

"Son of a--! Grim!" Deuce shouts. So much for not summoning them.

"Open the door, little buddy! We know that you're in there and that you're all alone... Your precious prefect is spending the last night of the winter break with someone else, right?" Ace yells, quickly being joined by a snickering and rapping at the door.

A shadow presses itself against the window, trying to peer through sheer curtains. You duck behind one of the striped couches on the outside of the room, close to the walls. Through the reflection of the glass cabinet, you can see the figure stay and linger at the window, tapping against the glass with a small can.

"Come on Grim. We've got tuna for ya if you just open the door and have a chat..." Deuce says, cupping his hands around his mouth as he yells through the glass.

His shadow straightens up, before pounding back on the glass, rattling the old pane against the tight frame, the narrow strips of wood being tight enough together that neither of them could just force their way through the window; Even if they shattered all the glass.

Which Deuce just might, slamming himself into the frame as hard as he could.

"I saw you move in there! Don't ignore us!" He shatters a pane, shoving his hand through to grab at the sheer curtains and tug, ripping them.

You duck back behind the couch, scanning for tools to protect yourself. Shut up. Don't be stupid, just think. Think quick, and smart.

The banging stops for a second. Before becoming far louder-- powerful enough to feel the floor shake. Metal creaks against its hinges, and the lock crashes into the strike plate of the door.

Ignore that, focus. Cleaning supplies. Always nearby, the dorm is filthy. Dish soap and mop bucket.

You dart out from behind the couch to grab the bottle of dish soap, grabbing it and rolling up against the wall just in time as the banging stops, the door knob jiggles and a thin wire pokes itself out from the cracks between the door frame. It makes quick work of the locks on the door, before opening, and Ace proudly struts into the room. The second he does, you pop the cap and squeeze the bottle, squirting bright blue goop into his eyes and smarmy mouth! And you splurt the floor for good measure!

You sprint back to behind the couch he pulls back, sputtering, and wiping it from his eyes in thick globs. You watch through the reflection of the cabinet as Deuce shoves his way past Ace as he splatters fistfuls of goop onto the floor, next to the bottle of leaking dish soap. Ace shoves Deuce for the push, and the resulting shove has both of them slipping on the puddle of dish soap you left in your hurry.

"Ahg-- Ace?! Why are you on the floor?"

A visibly wet smack as dish soap arches off Ace's gloves, slapping damply right into Deuce's face as he grunts from under his classmate: "Get off me, you buffoon! Go find the cat-- Grim, I'm gonna skin you for this, you little creep!"

"Don't make threats until after we have the little rat, runt. If he goes tattling we're screwed--"

"There's no one to tattle to! He's all alone in this big house! Even the ghosts aren't here! If we stick his claws in an electrical socket or force-feed him motor oil, no one would think anything of it! He's just a dumb animal that killed himself without supervision!"

Something glints from under the couch. You grasp at it, finding a spare ornament, and an unused ziptie, threaded through the top. There's got to be something you can use to create a bigger distraction and get you and Grim out of here.

There has to be something in reach-- going back to the bucket in plain sight of them is too risky. Shoving your hand under the couch, your clutch the first thing that your grasp: An aerosol room freshener. Score.

Wrapping the ziptie around the spray trigger, you tighten it and roll it over to the boys, still scrambling about on the floor. You watch from the reflection in the cabinet as Deuce gets a heavy spray right in the eyes, hollering in pain!

"AUGH-- Fucker! You think you're so smart, punk?! Your little bomb just gave away your position!" Deuce shouts, whipping out his magic pen, covering his eyes.

You feel a sense of dread. Primal instinct. You leap out from behind the couch just as he summons a caldron to crash into the couch, narrowly missing you as it smashes the solid oak to splinters. Splinters stick to your socks, embedding in your feet as you scamper off to another room, streams of water and gusts of wind being shot after you.

Just as you turn the corner to climb up the stairs and rush to Grim's room, you hear Ace curse exasperatedly, stumbling his way to the end of the hall to stare at you, still wiping his eyes on his sleeves. Another string of sighed curses leaves his lips as he watches you scramble up the stairs, making accidental eye-contact.

They know their plans are botched now.

Gotta climb faster.

On all fours, you claw up the stairs, just as a tug on your ankle forces your jaw to slam into them. Casting a glance backwards, Ace has gripped your ankle with his sticky gloves, grinning madly as you struggle to tug your ankle away from him, and try to dodge the other one of his hands trying to grasp for your other leg, only to end up sloppily groping your ass before trying again. You try to shake and kick him off, getting a hits to the side of his head, but not as effective as if you had room to wind up. He's gripping so hard it feels like he's going to break something. You scramble, shifting your weight side to side to get him off, prying yourself off the stairs and scratching your nails into the old wood. Your nails cling to the baseboard, prying the edge as much as you can, the wood creaking and snapping off with each desperate tug to pull yourself up.

The baseboard snaps, and you find yourself with a small wooden shiv, thinking to whip around and stab it into Ace's hand, leading him to retract for a second long enough for you to scramble up a step again-- before being slammed back down into the wood as you're grabbed again.

A girthy, irrate red centipede wiggles its way out from the hole in the baseboard, defensive of the now-ruined home.

You snatch it up, close to the head and the snapping mandibles as it wriggled and writhed, as you slowly reached back around to Ace, still clinging to your legs as you tried to shake him off. The teen was so focused on keeping you still as he pulled some ducttape off the roll with his teeth, that he didn't see the massive, snakelike body of the centipede until it was too late; And you stick it right on his face.

He seemed to freeze, giving you enough time to tug your leg again, just as he screamed an ear-piecing shriek!

Ace pawed at his face squirming violently on the stairs, thumping loudly on each step back to the bottom as you sprinted your way upstairs, into Grims room, slamming and locking the door behind you!

"What the hell is wrong--"

"PSYCHO PREFECT IS WHAT! Is it in my hair? Fucking thing was thick as a finger, and they put it right on my face! Is it in my hair?!"

"The prefect is home?! Dude! We're so screwed!"

"So go up there and get them, dipshit! Why are you standing still when they're up there getting a fucking bear trap or something ready?! Are you having an aneurysm or something?! Why are you just staring at me like that?!"

"...Ace... Don't... Move."

"Deuce... What are you talking about? Go get them-"

"Don't. Move."

"Deuce..?"

The telltale crash of a cast iron cauldron smashing through your rotten wood floors makes you nearly shit yourself, glancing back at a sleep-stirring Grim.

"DID I GET IT?"

"YOU ALMOST CRUSHED MY SKULL YOU NUTCASE!"

"DID I GET IT?!"

"You fucking moron!"

You snatch Grim up, using the blanket he was sleeping with like a hobo bag to hold him in, and open the window, edging your way carefully onto the roof. If you can just make safely to the other side of Ramshackle, you can try scaling down the ivy. And it will at least give you a head start-- Maybe hiding out in Sams is the best idea. A store owner must have a CCTV, right? And if Ace and Deuce try and kill either of you, then even if something happens to you, they'll get caught...

You wrap the corners of Grims blanket around your shoulders, like a makeshift baby pouch. You can definitely feel him squirming on your back, starting to wake up. You let go of the window, slipping down the rough roof tile. Laying on your stomach, you side-shuffle over, staying as low to the roof as you can to get the most traction. The edge nearly takes you by surprise when your foot doesn't connect with length that's not there. Slowly, you shuffle even closer to the edge, swaying your arm around the edge to find the vines of Ivy.

"I FOUND 'EM, ACE!"

Your head whips around to see Deuce leaning as far as he can out of the window before he scrambles to get onto the roof.

Whipping your head back to focus, you grab a fistful of vines and pull the rest of your body off the roof! You snatch another fistful with your other hand as you fall.

And fall all the way down, watching in horror as the ivy peels itself from the brick walls.

You feel Grim claw his way out of the pouch and onto your face just in time, as you land on your back with a sickening crunch.

"Oh shit," Ace comments, seemingly having been waiting for you at the bottom of the wall. You see Grim flee across the yard out of the corner of your eye, unable to lift your head.

The sound of snow crunching underfoot, and Deuce panting like crazy soon joins Ace in staring at you as you lay helpless on the ground. As soon as he arrives he gets asked: "Are we gonna get Grim?"

"No point, really..." Comes the huffed response; "We were gonna get him to fuck off, and he's fucked right off. Tonight didn't really go to plan anyway."

A boot gently kicks at your side as Ace turns his attention back to you: "Are you paralyzed or something? That was quite the fall."

You open your mouth to speak, but only a cracked whine makes it out. You cringe and try again, but nothing intelligible comes out.

"Holy shit, they're brain-damaged!" Ace grins, laughing as he backs away from you.

You feel Deuce tugging at your legs in the snow, dragging you from your shallow ditch in the snow. He begins tugging you closer to the dorm, before he drops your legs, moving to grab you under your arms and haul you that way, up against a wall. Breaking a window, he shoves you in, head first. The cold floors of Ramshackle are still warmer than the ice and snow.

"Alright. Hey, real quick, can you feel this?" Deuce begins poking you with a wire from an ornament, starting with your legs, and making his way up on both sides. You nod, wincing at some particularly sharp pricks, to which Deuce responds by rubbing the area to dull the pain.

"Can you say where you are right now? Do you know who I am? Who you are?" You nod again, voice stumbling through a pained response.

"Awesome. You're not brain-damaged! You're probably just winded from the fall. Is anything broken? Can you wiggle your fingers and toes? Try twisting side to side. If you can't it means your spine might be broken, and you need a doctor."

You comply, weirded out by the sudden care, but the doctor comment means they will call someone. And that someone will keep you safe, and them away. The pain's already fading, and likely nothing serious, but you could trick them... Deuce particularly seems like a soft touch. You wince as you try to twist, feigning inability.

Deuce makes a worried expression, like he's about to piss himself from fear.

He backs off slightly, giving you a bit more breathing room: "Try crossing your arms and lifting them as far away from your ribs as you can".

You comply again, feigning difficulty,

And duct tape wraps around your wrists instantly. Deuce presses his knee down into your chest to pin you down as he wraps as tightly as he can, while Ace ties your legs from outside.

"This really, really isn't my style. But we've got to get you somewhere that is not here when the teachers come back tomorrow, and we can't have Grim knowing where to find you." Deuce rambles, soaking his glove in a bottle of something, before pressing it to your face. He continues rambling, leaning in closer to whisper: "And I know how this looks! But I promise we won't do anything to you while you sleep. Or when you wake up! I swear! It's all more normal than it seems tonight-- or it can be anyways. And... And if you give me some time, give me a chance, we can even ditch Ace and forget this night ever happened! You just need some time somewhere else..."

The room spins with dark spots as Deuce presses his soaked glove further into your face. He continues rambling at you, while you feel Ace begin dragging you back out the window again. The snow doesn't feel cold this time as you fall into it. It just feels soft.

#my writing!#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere poly #poly yandere #yandere ace trappola #yandere ace #yandere deuce #yandere deuce spade #yandere adeuce #yandere poly adeuce #bug tw #creepy crawlies tw #yandere crackfic #sorta~! It is for sure all over the place. but so is the moive tbh #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #holidays.!

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Adventures in Babysitting

Overblot Club

“A Potion to Heal your Internal Struggles!” The Mystery shop advertised, “Guaranteed to bring your inner self out!”

Despite the obviously shady phrasing, it seemed as though many people on campus were incredibly interested in this particular concoction. A Scarabia student took it and passed all their tests for a week with flying colors. An Ignihyde student drank it and found the food confidence to ask a girl out.

Nothing bad had happened yet, it seemed, and it surely peaked some interest. Maybe nothing bad would happen.

Healing Your Inner Child

Characters: Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce, Jade, Floyd, Yuu

Cw// dark subjects. Riddle’s Childhood Typical Subjects (childhood trauma, implied past abuse, responses to past abuse, potential ptsd, panic, fear, crying,) hurt/comfort, children, a little angst, fluff, spoilers for Matilda

The person who oh so lovingly slipped this particular potion into Riddle’s morning tea was not the dreaded braincell duo, nor a Heartslabyul student simply trying to get their dorm leader to relax. No, this particular betrayal came from the closest right hand man of Riddle. Trey Clover, the big brother of Heartslabyul, was the culprit of this horrendous fuck up.

“Trey?” Riddle asked, staring at the child in front of him.

“Yeah?” Trey responded, not sounding nearly nervous enough.

“Who is responsible for this?”

“Well, technically speaking, your mother and father.”

There, sat with watery eyes in the Heartslabyul lounge, was Riddle Rosehearts, aged nine.

For a nine year old, Riddle was awfully and wholly too small. His whole frame was petite, and his already delicate features looked so much softer with the puppy fat adorning his cheeks (and only his cheeks).

“A-are you me?” Asked baby Riddle, staring wide eyed at the fully grown 17 year old version of him.

“I…” Riddle was at a loss for words, staring at his younger self, “I suppose, yes.”

Little Red Riding Riddle stared with an expression that hadn’t crossed his face in a long time. Absolute and unadulterated wonder. “Whoa. I get so tall!” He grinned.

Trey covered a chuckle with a cough, looking pointedly away from Riddle’s burning gaze.

Little Red slowly moved off of the loveseat, standing in front of his older self. “You look so powerful.” He said earnestly, staring up at him, “You look like the Queen of Hearts herself!”

This, this very second was the moment that Ace and Deuce decided to run through the lounge, holding…something. And who should follow suit but Jade and Floyd Leech, followed then by Cater and the Ramshackle Prefect.

Riddle sighed, straightening his posture. “Trey, this is your problem. Deal with it while I go see what those two idiot freshmen have done.”

If Riddle noticed how his younger self’s face crumpled at his words, he made no notion about it, instead marching off to yell at…someone.

Trey looked nervous, watching as Riddle walked away before turning to baby Riddle, who looked…numb. Terrifyingly so. What a moment ago was an expression of joy now was something reminiscent of older Riddle. A gaze full of nothing, a face set in solemnity.

“Hey.” He said, crouching down in front of his little friend, “I have some strawberry tart in the fridge. You want some?”

“Mother says that would practically be poison.” Riddle responded monotonously, “And the last time I ate some, I was punished. I don’t want to break Mother’s rules again.”

Trey felt his heart clench at the words, and took little Red’s hand, “Your mother isn’t here. I guess I have a lot to explain, don’t I?” He laughed before leaning down to lift the child up, carrying him instead.

Little Riddle let out a yelp in surprise that melted into peals of laughter, “Wait-! Wait, won’t I get in trouble?”

Trey shook his head, jostling him a little to get him to laugh again, “No, no. We’re at Night Raven College. In the future, you’re the dorm leader of Heartslabyul. It’s a dorm based off the queen of hearts,” he explained, smiling a bit. “You’re in charge, so you can do what you want. Within reason, of course.”

Little Riddle stared wide eyed, “D-does mother know?”

Trey nodded, “Yes, she knows. She’s proud of that progress, I think.” He set Riddle down on the counter before rifling through the fridge to find…

“Ah, here it is.” Trey grinned, producing a perfect strawberry tart, “Would you like a slice?”

Riddle, despite remembering what he was told, shook his head, “I can’t. Mother wouldn’t like that.”

“Yes, but she isn’t here.” Trey stressed, trying to entice him, “C’mon, just one bite?”

“No!” Little Riddle shouted, hopping off the counter and running at breakneck speed.

“Hey! Wait-!” Trey yelled, setting down the tart to chase after him, “Riddle!”

Little Red, in all of his panic, managed to get far away from Trey, only to find himself lost in the maze that is Heartslabyul.

Luckily, or possibly unluckily, he was found by two very reliable and reputable students.

No, no, not Cater and the Prefect, that would be silly.

No, I mean Jade and Floyd Leech.

“Eh~? What’s…?” Floyd looked down, only to be met with a shock of bright red hair and teary, silver doe eyes staring back at him. He crouched down, “Hey there little fishie, are you lost?”

Jade tilted his head in contemplation, crouching down as well to meet Riddle’s eyes, “My, my. You look shockingly similar to Housewarden Rosehearts.”

Little Riddle squeaked, staggering back, “Who are you two?”

Floyd held out a hand, “Hey, don’t be scared. We don’t bite. What’s your name, little minnow?”

“Riddle.” He stuttered out, tentatively taking Floyd’s hand.

Both twins shared matching looks of shock, then of pleasure.

Jade smiled warmly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Jade. This is my brother, Floyd.”

“Hi hi~” Floyd chirped, guiding Riddle a little closer, “It’s not every day we get to see a baby goldfishie, eh Jade?”

Jade hummed, watching as Little Riddle’s face lit up red.

“I’m not a goldfish! I’m a boy!” Riddle said, chest puffed in indignity.

Floyd laughed, barely remembering to cover his mouth so as not to scare the child. “I know, I know. ‘s a nickname, that’s all.”

Riddle relaxed a little, smiling the tiniest bit, “Oh, if that’s all. People give friends nicknames, right? Does that mean we’re friends?”

Floyd raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, we’re friends. Have you never had a nickname before?”

Riddle shook his head, expression going back to carefully neutral. “My mother doesn’t approve of other children my age, so I spend most of my time with adults.”

“Still, she didn’t give you any nicknames?” Floyd continued, “Or your dad, nothin’?”

Riddle shook his head again, and Floyd frowned. He turned to Jade, who gave him a similarly sad and concerned look, before both turned back to Riddle.

Riddle was busy studying their shoes intently, both as a distraction and out of genuine curiosity. “They’re so colorful.” He muttered, staring directly at Floyd’s shoelaces.

Floyd looked down, then back to Riddle. “You like ‘em?” He asked.

Riddle nodded, then looked back up to smile at Floyd, “I don’t see people wear bright colors like that often. Did you pick them yourself?”

Floyd nodded, “I like brighter colors. They make me happy.”

“They make me happy too,” Riddle said, “I like pink, and red. And I like bright green too, like the color of trees, and like…like sunflower yellow!” His posture relaxed, finally, as he began to describe the view from his bedroom window, and every flower inside his home’s garden.

Floyd, for his part, tuned out. Flower stuff isn’t really his thing, though he did enjoy seeing Riddle so animated for once.

No, this is where Jade’s time to shine began.

“There are these pink and yellow mushrooms that grow in the fall under the cherry tree outside, they’re really pretty.” Riddle said, a dreamy look on his face as he recounts it.

“Do you know what those are called?” Jade asked gently.

Riddle shook his head, looking at him, “No, sorry.”

Jade laughed softly, “Oh it’s quite alright. I’m familiar with them myself, actually. They’re called Rosy Maple Mushrooms, and they grow only in very special conditions. They’re edible, and are said to have a sweet and earthy flavor to them. They’re also quite helpful for medicinal purposes.”

Riddle beamed as Jade talked, eager to learn and to please, “Whoa, that’s so cool! Do you know about other plants?”

The three of them stayed like that for a while, until finally the braincell duo found them.

“A-ah! Dormhead!” Ace yelped, “We finally found you! Oh- you’re so tiny. What happened?”

Deuce elbowed him, “You never pay attention. That’s his younger self.”

Riddle turned to look at the two, a mix of apprehension and panic painting his face. He had just gotten used to these two giants, now there’s two more people?

Floyd gave him a little pat on the back, “Goldfishie, don’t worry. They’ll take good care of you.” He said, voice dropping lower as he made eye contact with Ace, “Isn’t that right?”

Deuce nodded, “Yes, Floyd, Sir! We would never let anything harm him.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t.” Ace mumbled, earning another elbow to the ribs, “Ow!”

Jade piped up, finally standing after quite some time, “I’ll remind you, Ace Trappola, that this is a child. If you find yourself endangering him…” he tilted his head, letting a smile that just barely showed his teeth grace his face, “Well, I suppose you’ll find out if that happens, won’t you?”

“I’ll squeeze him real good for you, lil Goldfishie, just gimme the word.” Floyd promised, holding his fist out for Riddle to bump.

Riddle, confused, gently placed his hand on top of it with a confused expression.

Floyd looked between him and their hands, laughed a little, then said, “You’re a good kid.”

Riddle smiled brightly at him, giving him a little princely bow, “Thank you, sir!”

In lew of the adorable reaction of the small Victorian child, both twins took it as their cue to finally leave with only one more tiny threat to Ace’s life.

Deuce was the one to step up this time, hand held out to Little Riddle. “Come with me, okay? We’ll take you back to older you.”

Riddle frowned, but took Deuce’s hand. “I don’t think that would be wise. I…I was supposed to stay with Trey.” He said, fear creeping into his voice, “Older me will be mad, won’t he?”

Deuce frowned, opening his mouth to say something but was cut off by Ace.

“Yeah, probably.” He said, in what was probably meant to be a joke.

Riddle ripped his hand away from Deuce’s, eyes wide, “N-No, please, I don’t- I’ll be good! Please-“

Deuce stepped forward, crouching down, “no, No, hey, it’s alright. Oh…uh, uhh….”

Riddle turned and began to run again as Deuce stared at him, dumbfounded by the reaction.

“Hey, wait!” Ace called, beginning to chase after him, “Wait, please!”

Little Riddle’s luck seemed to run out as he barreled past Cater Diamond and the Ramshackle prefect.

“Hey!” The prefect called out, chasing him down and finally managing to grab him, “Hey, Riddle, are you-“

They stopped when they saw fearful tears streaming down the child’s face, pitiful whines creeping from his throat.

“Please don’t be mad at me, I’ll be good! I’m sorry for running! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-!”

Yuu gently wiped away his tears, “Shh, shh, hey. It’s okay, nobody’s mad. Are you okay?”

“Th-that boy with the heart on his eye, he said- he said that-“

Yuu let out a tiny sigh, “Hey, don’t listen to Ace. He get’s in trouble with big you all the time. And,” they continued to wipe away little Riddle’s tears, “He’s still around. And Ace has broken way more rules than you. Okay?”

Riddle sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve, hiccuping as the last of his sobs die out. “I’m sorry…”

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, little red.” Cater said, approaching carefully, “It’s okay. You were scared, and you reacted. It happens.”

“Besides,” Yuu added, “It’s not a rule that you can’t run. Just…not advised. If you got hurt, we wouldn’t know where you are to come help you.” They said gently.

Little Riddle nodded and wiped away the last of his tears as Ace and Deuce finally caught up.

“You found him!” Deuce said, letting out a sigh, “Thank the seven, I was so worried.”

“Yeah, how could we-“

“Ace Trappola, what are you doing scaring a child?” Yuu scolded.

“Yeah, right after the twins told you not to.” Deuce added.

Cater let out a spluttering laugh, trying to hold back his amusement, “You-“ he snorted, “You scared the shit out of little Riddle right after you saw the twins? Jeez, you’ve got some bal-“

“Language!” Deuce yelped, covering Cater’s mouth.

Riddle stared as this all went down, letting himself be ushered into the prefect’s arms.

“I didn’t mean to scare him.” Ace defended, “I was trying to tell him I was joking but he ran off!”

Yuu gave an unimpressed look before turning to Riddle. “Big you isn’t going to be mad at you, I promise. And even if he is, we’ll protect you.”

With an affirmative answer from everyone present, Riddle finally let himself relax again as they walked back to the kitchen of incident.

There, looking halfway to a screaming match, was Trey and Riddle.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t-“

Yuu coughed, getting their attention. At their side was Tiny Riddle, who looked even smaller as he tried to hide behind Yuu’s legs. His hand was clasping tightly to theirs as he stared, looking scared shitless.

Riddle stopped his tirade to look back, quietly apologizing to Trey.

Trey stepped forward, crouching down to meet Riddle’s eyes. “Hey,” he said gently, “I’m sorry for scaring you earlier. I should have listened to you.”

Little Riddle went wide eyed, murmuring, “B-but, I’m supposed to apologize to you.”

“Huh?” Trey raised an eyebrow, “Why’s that?”

“Cause you’re the adult, and I disobeyed.”

Trey shook his head, “No, Riddle. I scared you, you just reacted. And, for the record, it was a completely normal reaction. I-I thought giving you something that I know older you likes would help you to relax while we figured this out, but I didn’t think about the fact that…well, for you, you’re just a kid, and you don’t have a lot of context. I know when I was a kid, I was told not to eat random things people gave me.” He said, “I’m actually very proud of you. You protected yourself, even if I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Little Riddle began to cry again, flying directly into Trey’s arms for a hug. This shocked everyone in the room, even 17 Year Old Riddle himself, who turned away with a red face.

Cater piped up after a beat of two, “Hey, Riddles, do you guys wanna watch some movies? It’s Friday night, we don’t have anywhere to be. I’m sure there’s some stuff you never got to see as a kid, right?”

Little Riddle looked up with hopeful eyes, and while he said nothing, it was clear by the longing on his face that he loved Cater’s idea.

“I have homework to finish.” Riddle said firmly, eyes boring into the floor like he wanted it to swallow him whole, “If you all wish to watch film, then you have my approval. Just try not to be up all night.”

Little Riddle’s expression went blank again as he tried to stamp down every want a child has. “I-I should-“

“No way, Housewarden!” Ace jumped in, “You gotta join the fun. You have all weekend to do homework. Just…” He looked between the kid and Riddle, “c’mon. It’ll be like an experiment.”

“An experiment?” Riddle asked dubiously, an eyebrow arched, “Of what, exactly?”

“Of whether or not you can have fun.” He mumbled to himself, “Eh, the uh.”

“The creative merits of Children’s entertainment.” Cater cut in, “You can analyze it from a storytelling perspective. Is children’s entertainment on par with adult content?”

Riddle scoffed, “Well, clearly it isn’t, it’s meant for children.”

“You’d be surprised.” Cater baited with a grin, “Some of the highest acclaimed shows out there right now are directed at kids.”

Riddle crossed his arms, but the look on his younger self’s face made him finally cave. “I suppose it would be alright. So long as it’s something appropriate, that is.”

Cater gave a little cheer as he scooped up baby Riddle. Little Riddle yelped in surprise and began to squirm to be put down to no avail, instead being brought to the Lounge’s couch and surrounded by teenagers.

“Ooh! Ooh!” Deuce said, “There’s this new movie out, it’s…what’s it called…Wolfwalkers! It’s s’possed to be about some old folklore. We could watch that.” He suggested.

“Eh, what about a classic? Up is always a good choice.” Cater suggested.

“Oh sevens, it’s so depressing though.” Trey groaned, patting little Riddle’s head, “Maybe something softer? We could watch Klaus.”

“That’s a Christmas movie, it’s not the right season.” Deuce protested.

Ace finally piped up, “What about Matilda?” Everyone turned to look at him, including both Riddles. “What? It’s a classic. A little mischief, a little hard work…”

Trey shrugged, “It’s not a bad suggestion.”

Little Riddle just stared, face blank, at each of the older kids near him. He had no concept of these movies, both since half of them weren’t out during his time and also because he wasn’t allowed to watch them.

Older Riddle looked over, noticing his younger’s nervousness, and simply said, “Ace’s suggestion seems sound. Cater, will you turn on the movie?”

With the decision made and things falling into action, there, surrounding the tiniest version of their queen, the card soldiers sat watching a children’s movie.

Riddle was wrapped in a blanket, a small bowl of popcorn in his lap. Trey sat to one side of him with Deuce on the other. Ace sat on the floor in front of Deuce, his fluffy hair dancing every time he moved his head, while Cater sat on the opposite side, doodling into a notebook (Riddle made him put his phone down)

Little Riddle stared in wonder at not only the sight of adults (well…) watching a children’s movie purely for entertainment, but the sight of his older self doing much the same. He was curled in an armchair, alone, but overall seemed pleased.

Little Riddle couldn’t shake the feeling of rejection that came from seeing his older self be so alone, nor the fact he was repeatedly referred to as ‘the problem’ by him, but…

“Hey You!” The mother rushed up to Matilda, “Hey, c’mon, we’re leaving, let’s go, get in the car. Hurry up.” The tea plates clashed and clanked against each other as the mother stuffed goodies into her purse, “Let’s wrap up these cookies. C’mon, we’re leavin’ now.”

“I’d be happy to walk her home.” Miss Honey said pleasantly, hand still outreached for the plate the Mother took.

“Well nobody will be there, we’re moving to Guam, c’mon.” Zinnia replied.

“Guam?” Miss Honey asked breathlessly.

Zinnia pulled Matilda from her seat, dragging her toward the run down teal car. “Yeah. Daddy’s not gonna be in the auto business anymore-“

“I don’t want to leave!” Matilda cried, pulling away from her mother.

“We’re goin on a permanent vacation!” Zinnia said with false cheer.

“Yeah, and we gotta beat the speedboat salesman to the airport.” Matilda’s father cut in.

“I love it here! I love my school, it isn’t fair.” Matilda said, stamping her foot, “Miss Honey, please don’t let them take me!”

“Get in the car, Malinda.” Her father said as both parents took their child’s hands.

“Matilda!” She corrected. Miss Honey followed behind.

“Whatever.” Her father said dismissively.

“I want to stay with Miss Honey!” Matilda whined.

“Well Miss Honey doesn’t want you. Why would she want some snotty disobedient kid?” The mother growled.

“Because she’s a spectacularly wonderful child and I love her.” Miss Honey said firmly, causing everyone to stop in their tracks.

“Adopt me, Miss Honey!” Matilda cried, running over to her, “You can adopt me!”

“Look, I don’t have time for all these legalities.” Her father tried.

“One second dad, I have the adoption papers.” Matilda cheered, running to the car to pull out a bundle of paper.

“Hey! Where’d you get those?” The mother asked, eyes narrow.

“From a book in the library. I’ve had them since I was big enough to xerox.” Matilda said with a smile. “All you have to do is sign them.”

“I could be an only child again!” Matthew cheered from the car.

“Shut up!” The father exclaimed, “ugh, I can’t think with all these sirens around.” He turned to his wife, eyebrow raised. “What do you think, pumpkin?”

The Mother stared down at Matilda. “You’re the only daughter I’ve ever had Matilda. And I’ve never understood you, not one little bit.” She sighed, holding out her hand, “Who’s got a pen?”

Both parents stood impatiently, signing the adoption papers in blue ink.

“And doing perhaps the first decent thing they ever did for their daughter, the Wormwoods signed the adoption papers.” The narrator spoke. Gentle music played as Matilda’s face lit up, finally free of her parents. When they had both finished signing, Matilda ran to hug Miss Honey, and they all lived happily ever after.

Little Riddle stared as tears welled in his eyes. He refused to let them be shed, but it was clear to everyone close by just how much that scene had hit him.

Perhaps there was nothing wrong with being a problem, or being disobedient from time to time. Maybe he wasn’t the one to blame for every punishment he endured, every heartbroken moment from his youth.

Riddle, the older one, stared in silence as the movie finished playing.

The room was quiet, save for the tiny sniffles erupting from both Riddles.

Ace was the first to react, reaching up toward the tiny Riddle with an outstretched hand. “Hey, little dorm head,” he said quietly, “it’s just a movie.”

The tiny boy nodded, wiping helplessly at his eyes, “I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Ace soothed, “You’re allowed to have feelings. You’re just a kid, you shouldn’t be so shut down.”

“Ace…” Trey said in a warning tone.

“What? It’s true. He’s just a little kid. He acts just like our grown dorm head does, maybe a little more impulsive. He shouldn’t have to feel like that. Heck, nobody should.” He declared. “Listen, Little Riddle,” he said, making eye contact, “I’m sorry about everything. You have it rough, don’t you? But…” he paused, tips of his ears heating up. He could feel the older Riddle watching him with interest. “But just cause it’s rough doesn’t mean you gotta go around feeling nothin’, okay? You gotta be brave.” He said, voice dropping to a whisper, “You’re strong as heck, little dorm head. You can handle being a kid, right? It’s one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do.”

Little Riddle stared at him wide eyed, nodding slightly, “Yeah. I can do that!” He whispered back, finally giving him a smile, “Thank you, Ace.”

Ace flashed him a winning smile, then pat his head. “Hey, maybe it’s time you got that tart, huh?”

Little Riddle perked up, then looked conflicted. “I won’t be in trouble?”

“No.” Older Riddle said, voice calm and confident, “You won’t be in trouble. Come with me, Trey made one fresh just yesterday.” He came over to his younger self, hand out for him to take with the first smile that had graced his lips since the arrival of the mini him.

Mini Riddle took his hand, finally perking up and letting the sunshine inside of him light up the room around him, “Okay. Thank you.” He said in his sweet little voice.

Cater cooed, taking a video of both Riddles walking hand in hand to the kitchen. He would surely get yelled at for it later, but it was simply too precious to pass up.

Riddle guided the little him to a seat by the kitchen, smiling as he took out the strawberry pastry and finally cut him a slice. He plated it perfectly and found a fork, sliding it to the child before patting his head in a very stilted but equally as affectionate way.

“I’ll make us some tea.” He said softly.

Little Riddle smiled. He hesitated for a few moments before finally taking the fork given to him, cutting off the tiniest bite of the tart and slipping it into his mouth.

He continued to take tiny bites while Riddle was in the kitchen, but as soon as he had returned with two cups of tea and a slice of tart himself, the child relaxed again.

“Eat.” Riddle encouraged, “I know how much you’ve wanted a slice. I assure you it’s delicious, and I promise you, nobody will punish you for eating it.” He smiled at him, finally finding a piece of empathy for the young child.

Little Riddle finally took a slightly larger bite, eating it with a dopey little grin. “Are you sure this is okay?” He asked between bites, “I don’t want to be a problem.”

Riddles eyebrow raised, “You’re not a problem.” He assured. “Your arrival was…unexpected, but you aren’t a problem.”

The tiny child let every piece of fear slip from him as he drank his tea and ate his tart. The two finished in near silence, soft music floating into the kitchen from the lounge area.

Just as Little Riddle finished his last sip of tea and his last bite of tart, he said in a painfully earnest voice, “Thank you for spending time with me.”

Older Riddle looked up from his cup to see the child beginning to glow and grow transparent, looking more like a golden ghost than a person. He began to panic, “A-Are you alright?!”

The child simply smiled serenely. “I feel a lot better now. Thank you. I’ll see you again sometime.”

And with that, he disappeared into thin air.

Riddle’s panic began to subside, though he patted himself over a few times to make sure he was still there.

Trey came in from where he was standing in the doorframe. “Is…”

“He’s gone.” Riddle confirmed, silently taking the plate of the child, “Disappeared.”

There as a disappointed, almost grieving air to Riddle as he cleaned up the impromptu tea party, scrubbing at the dishes with softer, distracted movements.

“Are you okay?” Trey asked, watching him nervously.

Riddle nodded, “I feel…”

Trey arched an eyebrow, watching his friend snap out of his daze.

“I feel better now.” He finished, “Thank you, Trey.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts #twst mc #floyd leech #twisted wonderland headcanons #jade leech #cater diamond #trey clover #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst riddle #baby riddle #baby riddle Rosehearts #crackfic

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leavingsunsets · 5 months

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"What a shiny car."

You find Kalim injured and tend to him, with a twist.

(Just a drabble fic for a mootie.)

Shenanigans were a norm in NRC.

There'd be Adeuce and grim causing a ruckus, the tweels running about, and the voice of Sebek being heard a mile away. Really, despite how wild it all is, nobody takes it that seriously.

I mean, at the end of the day, they have their housewardens to keep them in line, and reign them in when things go too far. What's to worry about, right?

...

A lot of things, actually.

Scarabia was in chaos.

You see, Jamil's not here. Already a very bad sign. He's been in the clinic since getting into an incident during basketball practice. And so, due to a coincidence and an inconvenient conversation, you were to assist Kalim in his place instead. He only allowed it because he was only going to be gone for an hour or so.

Problem is, Kalim is nowhere to be found.

So, right now, you were in the middle of dodging magic spells being thrown left and right. You tried to deescalate the situation, you really did, but it seems unless you were either a certain assertive dancer or a white haired merchant's son, they didn't care what you had to say.

You hiss a curse under your breath, crawling across the ground like a soldier in the trenches. Kalim was usually present whenever everyone gathered, and that fact that he wasn't made you even more worried.

But finally, after 5 minutes of crawling, you get to the mirror. You quickly pass through it, but not before a pen hits your back as you hurry out.

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Heaving, you're bent over, hands on your knees as you try to catch you breath. It would've been relieving to know you're out, but the emergency isn't over. So, with a groan, you think over where Kalim could possibly be.

"Uhh, c'mon, think brain, think."

....

"Maybe the light music club?"

Well, there's not much time for hesitation now, so.

Soon enough, you find your way there, and burst through the door.

"KALIM, THE DORM'S-"

Kalim lies buried under a cabinet, only his hand is out. And you could tell it was him because he was holding a drumstick. The literal stick, not the chicken leg, but I'm sure there wouldn't have been a difference anyway. Or would it? A chicken drumstick on the ground would be a much more concerning matter. A devastating waste of food. Anyways, back to the injured boy.

Alarmed, you immediately rush to push the cabinet off him. It doesn't move it much, but it's enough for him to wriggle out.

"Kalim! Are you okay?" you blurt out worriedly, helping him get up on his feet.

"I'm fine!" he reassures, chuckling nervously as he takes your hand. "Just might have rocked too hard a little is all, hehe." the boy even does a little laugh as if he wasn't buried under a 7 foot cabinet a few minutes ago. "Oh, but you were yelling something awhile ago. Did you need me for something?

"Yes, actually, and since you're fine, we need to go now." taking his hand, you start dragging him out the room, and out to the courtyard.

"Wh- Huh? But where are we going?" Kalim questions, stumbling along despite his confusion.

"There dorms in chaos right now. I tried to fix it but they just won't listen to me! Some are trying to help but-"

Suddenly, a vehicle crashes through the hallway in front of you. Dust from the rubble get all up in your faces, sending both of you into a coughing fit.

However, the moment the dust clears, you see it is a blue chevy equinox! And it's coming straight towards you!

You stumble out of it's way in a hurry, tripping on the grass. Kalim was less fortunate, having been blinded by the lights, and screams as the car vrooms toward him.

He collides with the vehicle, rolling on the hood with broken yelps. The driver doesn't even stop, they just keep driving until they crash into another building.

Then, a familiar voice speaks up from afar.

"What the fuck?"

Standing by the corner, is Jamil, frozen in place at the sight of a bruised Kalim groaning on the ground and your figure right beside rubble and a busted wall.

Crowley also takes a sudden appearance beside him, about to chide Jamil for his language until he sees the crashed hole in the wall.

He starts screaming something something about insurance while Jamil rushes toward you both.

"I swear to the SEVENS I can't keep my eyes off you for 5 MINUTES." He hisses through gritted teeth, brows furrowed in annoyance. He helps Kalim up while you try to pat the dust off your clothes.

"What happened?" The boy queries, putting an arm around a disoriented Kalim to lead to the clinic.

"A very long story."

Jamil sighs.

#okay this is just a crackfic for a mootie #crack fic #for my mootie #sen writes !#twst jamil #twst kalim #jamil viper #kalim al asim

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troycattribunny · 11 months

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Sex with ducks~ a crack fic

A/n: this is a crack fic inspired by the fanfic "odile" on ao3. This is meant to be funny and nothing more. Assume everything in this fic except Malleus being able to marry Ahiru because she is a duck is legal. That's the only reason Malleus can't marry Ahiru in this fic. (Also sorry for the weird formatting I'm on mobile) @enraged-fanby-and-co read my fic! I worked hard on it!

The queen of thorns once said to little Malleus "there's a slippery slope to legalizing sex with ducks if two men can stand side by side". At the time Malleus didn't understand what she had meant but did understand that sex with ducks would probably be a bad thing.

Now, he hoped to God that was true! If that was he'd make gay marriage legal as soon as he was crowned king of briar valley.

It wasn't entirely his fault that Ahiru was also cute in her duck form! She was also cute in her human form, but seeing how she was just a duck and not really a human it was probably best to legalize marriage with ducks. Which is great if he just has to legalize gay marriage. That seems easy enough.

"What do you think, Lilia."

The attendant looked very perplexed and slightly horrified, "I am all for legalizing gay marriage for briar valley, but I don't..." He trailed off trying to find the right words "I get..." Finally he seemed to have found the words "i-i don't think you should legalize sex with ducks"...

Malleus tilted his head, "why not? How else am I going to marry Ahiru? That's the whole reason I'm even legalizing gay marriage." Lilia shook his head, "I just..." Maybe he shouldn't have his lord pursue his first love at this rate. "I mean I guess not all ducks are as cute as Ahiru... But if I can't marry Ahiru then what's the point." Lilia started a sentence "I mean there's no reason to legalize sex with ducks-" "no! I have to marry Ahiru! So I have to legalize sex with ducks! Which starts with legalizing marriage between two men and two women! Since they're one and the same."

Lilia started to regret all his life choices that led to him following his lord who was acting like a love sick school girl whilst talking about a duck. Granted that duck did have a human body at the moment...

No, he couldn't get over the idea that his young master was in fact thinking of Ahiru's bird form.

"We'll do it in the rain! Well find a pond, no, even a puddle! I'll kiss her beak and cuddle!" Oh God he was! "Do you only like her duck form?!" He was desperate here to stop his young master from thinking such thoughts about a duck. Tears were starting to form in his eyes, okay! He did not want to hear about his young master's lust for a duck, at least have it be her human form.

"Of course not! It's just her natural form, which is why I must legalize gay marriage! I need to marry Ahiru."

Ahiru, bless her heart, ran over to them. "Malleus! Thanks again for helping me yesterday with my math homework." God she was so sweet, she didn't deserve to hear the awful things malleus was talking about just moments before. For all her flaws she would be a benevolent queen. Granted though she was a duck... Oh no! Lilia was not going to entertain this thought any longer! She had a human form, there was no reason to legalize marriage with ducks to marry her!

"Ah~ Lilia I just love her so much. She's so cute and kind and self sacrificing. She'd make a wonderful queen, wouldn't she?" Lilia nodded... He had just agreed she would make a good queen, after all. She was kind and helpful and even asked for help with her faults. She learned fast and tried her best. To say the people wouldn't adore her would be lying.

" I'm gonna goose that goose!" No... "gonna quack that swan" why... Why does he say that with such a love sick look on his face!

"Gonna rubber my duckie all night long" Lilia pleaded in his mind, please shut up. Tears began to prick his eyes again at the sheer embarrassment of what horrifying things the crown prince was spilling out of his mouth. "Gonna whack that mallard 'til its feathers plume" despite the gross things he was saying, Malleus had a love sick expression on his face.

"Gonna Huey, Dewey, Louie all over the room." Lilia began pounding his head onto the wall not even deciding to ask what the duck that meant... Oh God now even he was making duck puns. Someone save him.

"Oh ducky~, I'm gonna give it to you" Lilia couldn't help it, as Malleus continued to say the worst things imaginable with a love sick expression and his back against the wall, Lilia began to pound his head harder into the wall.

"Dive into your gold until you say... Duck Tales, whoo hoo" w- what...

"Ducks, sex with ducks

We'll do it in the rain

Ducks, yeah, ducks

Those feathered bodies are insane

We'll find a pond, we'll find a puddle

I'll be the wind beneath your wings and we'll cuddle

It's a feeling I can't name

When sex with ducks and gay marriage

Are one and the same

One and the same~"

#malleus draconia #ahiru princess tutu #twst x Princess tutu #crackfic #crack ship #twst crack

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the-banana-0verlord · 1 year

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mm as I saw that the requests are open, I had this idea, well I would like headcanons for rook, vil , jamil, lilia with an s/o who has an overprotective little sister (she thinks that nobody is good enough for her older sister) and is a little mean with strange, thk <3 have a nice day :))

I feel like the characters have more chemistry with the sister than with the reader but anyways-

Thank you for the request and here it is!

How the twst boys would react to a S/O who has an overprotective little sister

Note:gn reader, a bit of a crackfic. God forbid I write Vil's surname correctly.

💅💅💅

Vil Schoenheit

💅Him? not good enough for you? Yeah, sure.

💅Tries to ignore your sister as much as he can.

💅But when she gets too insistent, he replies with: “If I'm not good enough for them, what makes you think you are?”

💅That shuts her right up.

💅She finally learns to respect and even admire the boy.

💅He teaches her how to do makeup and kickass.

💅Congrats, now you have two bodyguards.

🦇🦇🦇

Lilia Vanrouge

🦇Sometimes you wonder if he dates you just to bicker with your sister.

🦇Come to think of it, her and Sebek are basically the same.

🦇Absolutely loves to spook her.

🦇But after a well run prank war,(that you were in the middle of) she accepts him in the family.

🦇He sometimes bring her souvenirs from his trips.

🐍🐍🐍

Jamil Viper

🐍The embodiment of the “What's with this sassy... lost child?” meme.

🐍Don't get him wrong, he knows how to deal with children, he practically raised Kalim, but this is a whole other thing.

🐍He tries his best to be nice, give her gift, etc.

🐍Yet he can't have a moment alone with you without her watching you like a hawk.

🐍The last braincell stopping him from going apeshit is about to snap.

🐍Turns out all he had to do was cook because damn did she get nice when he made your family wet burgers.

🐍His brain still fails to comprehend what happened.

🏹🏹🏹

Rook Hunt

🏹I mean, it's not hard to get weirded out by this man.

🏹Acts like he's sad about it but he actually finds it very funny.

🏹You absolutely know he does, too.

🏹His poems worsen it.

🏹At one point she tries to sabotage him with a prank.

🏹Knowing she'd come, he surprised her there. He promised to not tell if she doesn't too.

🏹Little did she knew he had turned her prank against her.

🏹Now she has a fearful respect for him, leaving you puzzled and him positively smug.

***

Hope you enjoyed it!

Have a good day/night!

#twisted wonderland #vil #vil schoenheit #rook #rook hunt #jamil #jamil viper #lilia #lilia vanrouge #vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #rook x reader #rook hunt x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader

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forgwater · 1 year

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You know what!? Trying to stop Rook from terrorizing the NRC students, but this time it ACTUALLY IS Valentine’s Day!

crackfic

gender neutral reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 Valentine’s Day (but it’s August)

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romantic

The most anticipated day of the year is finally here! What day that is, you might ask, why! it's Valentine's day!

And your dear boyfriend, Rook, asked you to meet him in the schools forest.

No doubt, he planned something especially romantic for you.

Ah, the anticipation is just killing you, and so might've that arrow, if your hunter wasn't an exceptional marksman.

As always, the arrow that almost hit plenty of students while it made its way towards you, is carrying a message.

How romantic!

Doesn't it just make your heart beat faster?

The envelope, lightly scented, contains a very beautiful poem, filled with Rooks love and adoration for you. The dreamy sigh leaving your lips does not escape the hunters keen senses as he lets out a light chuckle.

"Rook-" you startle.

"Mon amour~" a kiss is placed upon your warming cheek "Your reactions are always a delight to witness!... and it is my pleasure to be the one that causes them!~" and with a wink, the hunter starts leading you away.

"Where are we going?" you manage to ask in your flustered state.

"Hmmm~ Where do you think we're going?~" he shots back, eyes gleaming with great interest.

Your pause prompts him to continue.

"The forest, my dear. I've finished preparations earlier that anticipated and I couldn't bear to be away from your presence anymore!" even with a dramatic hand placed upon his forehead, Rook does not take his eyes off of you.

The walk is short, but lively as you chat with your beloved. When you finally reach the clearing in between the ancient apple trees, you are greeted with a blanked laid upon the ground and on it a whicker basked, no doubt filled with only the most delicious foods.

A beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers is set to the side, waiting eagerly to be presented to you. Truly, what a nice little date your boyfriend arranged for the two of you. Speaking of...

With a hand open for you to take, the hunter calls:

"Shall we, mon ange?"

And how could you refuse such an invitation from the most alluring man you've ever laid eyes upon.

platonic

It's finally time. The final day has arrived and Yuu is feeling sick to their stomach.

After their last encounter with the hunter, the prefect has been avoiding every possible meeting.

But they did not give up. No, that would be impossible. The prefect just needed some time to regain their strength and plan.... and pray that this is the last time.

As if it worked the last six times.

But, you know what they say!

New day, new horrors to face!

And so, Yuu gets ready to exit the safety of Ramshackle, only to be immediately cornered by the hunter.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" the prefect is at their limit, they can't do this anymore. They ready one of their knives, but Rook starts speaking.

"I will give you a break from our little, friendly... competition, for a month. If-" but he gets cut of.

"If?!" the prefect narrows their eyes, it's not everyday a deal like this presents itself.

For a moment Yuu questions whether or not this is Azul, disguised by some kind of transformation potion or... wait! don't tell them! This BETTER not be one of those personality swapping accidents-

"If..." the hunters voice brings the prefect back to their senses "if you help me prepare my date with Y/N." he finishes with a smile.

wait... what....

Suspicion coats Yuus features, but Rook isn't fazed, as he continues.

"Si, c'est vrai! I am telling no lies!" the hunter insists.

"But... why?" the prefect is truly confused now.

"I have much work to attend to, and I refuse to be late with the preparations for mon amour and my date. So, I would like your assistance, trickster."

"... And what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go and pick some things up for me, that is all!" and suddenly there is a list in the prefects hands. "Au revoir!"

There he goes, unbothered by the world and making it everybody else's problem.

Well... might as well get on with it.

It may not be much, but it's honest work... or so the prefect thinks.

~~~

"Ah, prefect! What brings you to the Mostro Lounge?" Azul inquires, a bit too delighted for this to be a genuine question.

"...You are in on this... aren't you?"

"My, what an unfounded accusation! I am disappointed you would think so lowly of me." feigning ignorance, huh.

"Whatever. Just give me the stuff from the list."

"Normally I'd ask why you're in such a hurry, but considering today is Valentine's day, I am quite busy myself and I quite enjoy doing business swiftly. So do go in the kitchen and grab a uniform."

"...What..."

"My apologies, force of habit."

"....Riiiiight..."

It sounds like there's a little more going on here, but the prefect's not gonna question it... for now.

~~~

"Trey!" the prefect calls at the third year.

"Oh, Yuu. I suppose you're here to pick the desserts and flowers for Rook." At least Trey is easier to deal with than Azul... right?

"Thank you." as the prefect grabs the pastry box and bouquet, the green haired man askes:

"You've been taking care of your teeth, right?"

Weird question, but okay.

"Uh... yeah! Sure!" suddenly, Yuu feels nervous. What is going on?

"Let me see."

what.

"Uhhhh.... you know...." the prefect tries to put as much distance between themselves and the teeth maniac as they can "I gotta go!" and they book it. Not looking back even as Trey screams something about proper dental care in the background.

'This school is full of psychopaths!' the prefect thinks. At least they got away... this time.

~~~

"Here's your stuff." Yuu hands the hunter the listed items "Now, please leave me alone!"

"For a month." Rook smirks, the glint in his eyes dangerous, as it promises a tough battle for the future.

"I hope I never meet you again, Hunt." the prefect shakes their head. They've had enough. The have to get some better blackmail on Crowley. This has gone on for long enough.

And yet, as they turn to leave, they freeze at the hunters words:

"We'll see." he says "Now, I'll have to ask you to leave. I have a picnic to arrange and it must be beautiful enough to compliment my beloveds visage!"

And then Rook moves back towards the forest.

What a nightmare this Twisted Wonderland is.

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#twst rook #rook hunt #rook x reader #rook hunt x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x you #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst crackfic #twst crack #twst imagines #gn reader #twst yuu

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h3apm3ch4n151m · 1 year

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I'm buyin' us something

I saw a Tumblr post and I just wanted to convert it to Floyd Leech lmao Crackfic, Fluffy, short story You and Floyd are all grown up and have a child You choose ur child's name lmao but I'll be putting (_____) as the child lmao gn!reader

"Floyd, why are you scrolling through an online shopping website?" The sound of the mouse clicking can be heard while Floyd was staring at the screen of the laptop intently.

You're holding (_____) as you speak, softly eating her hands while leaning onto your chest. "I'm buyin' me and (_____) something." He continues to scroll. You look at the laptop's reflection and see his eyebrows knitted. You would think he was angry, but he was smiling.

"Awwwwee, but what bout me?" You playfully pout and laugh. But he doesn't respond. Well, you're just gonna leave it to Floyd.

"I'm back!" You announce as you closed the door, removing your shoes and replacing them with your slippers.

No answer. Maybe they're asleep upstairs. You enter your bedroom

"Floyd what the..." A banana suit. He wore a banana suit. He picks up (_____) from the table, and you see (_____) having a banana suit as well.

"Is this... is this what you said you'd buy?" He looks at you with a smile and grabs something from the big bed. "I got one for you as well."

Floyd walks proudly as the three of you walk to a market while rearing your banana suit. A lot of people looked at you with awe because of your cuteness.

Oh, Floyd isn't the only one who can buy matching clothes. You were sure you were gonna get revenge.

#I can imagine Jade looking at you both funny as you wear the suit #Floyd Leech #Floyd #Floyd twst #Floyd Twisted wonderland #Floyd Leech Twisted wonderland #Floyd x reader #Floyd Leech x reader #fluff #short fic #crackfic #twst crackfic #twst fluff #h3apy writes😊🔫💥#h3apy crack writings 😊🔫💥

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cupids-chamber · 1 year

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PLEASE READ

LET'S TALK, I've done this rant before but it seems people can't take a hint. Thought I'm grateful to receive attention, I think people need to learn the, ever so shocking truth.. that writers are people?!

Each time I release a fic, which is practically every day, I get my asks filled with requests, which is bothersome already, but it quite upsets me because in my pinned, it says and clearly states that my requests are closed. Not to mention that, you can clearly see that people legitimately don't read my pinned or rules when they send these requests (Yes I can tell, it's not that hard) and or the requests come off demanding, so instead of a request it sounds like an order.

Now you may be thinking, "Cupid, can't you just delete the requests?" To that I answer, yes and I have but you fail to see how this impacts me. I'm actually online, almost always and I do see your asks when you send them, but these sort of requests have deflated me to the point where I legit cant write anymore and or have the energy to talk with anyone. If you were to check my tumblr status, it would always say I'm online right now however, because of this happening frequently, it's ruining my personal tumblr experience and I've been here for about an year and have dealt with quite difficult situations, but it has never made me feel this bad.

Because, this shows how much respect an average fanfic writer lacks, please be kind to your writers and be polite when you requests, where artists are praised for their talent (They deserve all of it, I'm serious my artist friends have hands of God I tell you) and meme's/incorrect quote posts are almost always at the top of the tags with quite little effort compared to writing (I'm using the term compared, specifying this since people always find a way to cause a scene) and praised for being funny. Writer's are quite on the shelf when you think about it.

When requesting an art piece that is free, people make sure to ask rather politely and most of the times, they have something nice to say to the artist, once again they deserve it but compared to a writer who keeps requests open, even if they do commissions. We still lack this sort of respect, were providing free content, but it's much less appreciated then other things.

Let me provide another point, from my most popular deuce fic is a crackfic of Deuce discovering chocolate milk, didn't come from brown cows and my latest one is this a yandere fic with a wordcount of 2k, crackfics which took little to no effort on my part, is much more popular than a fic which I spent serious time and effort on. (Both are x readers)

And if that wasn't enough, let's touch the aspect of reblogs a bit.. (Reblogs are what help get posts on the top of tags and or attention in general) I've seen multiple blogs, which reblogged incorrect quote's and maybe even art (Mostly just twst incorrect quotes), but they don't reblog other works, (I'm not attacking meme blogs, they're funny as hell) but If you like something you should reblog it! (Including art), please I've seen many many good writers, fall down hill just because they don't get that attention, since they're so new! Hell I have side blogs other then my spam, in which I reblog a lot of writers & artists works, sometimes I'll reblog a particular post 5 times!

Since I'm going the rabit hole of everything wrong with how writers are treated compared to other contributors in fandoms.. new writers have to deal with ass, I was a new writer at one point, and I've had many side blogs that I do not share on my main blog, and I do not connect the two together. AND LET ME TELL YOU.. You have not seen disrespect when it comes to requests and asks, unless you are a new writer in huge and medium sized fandoms, small ones give you least amount of attention but they appreciate you since well the fandoms so dry of content!

Also nsfw writers, let's talk about them. (I'm not a Nsfw writer but I'm friends with a lot of them, and no I do not read adult blogs content, I only read their fluff, I respect that mdni sign with all my heart) JUST BECAUSE THEY WRITE NSFW DOESNT MEAN THEY'RE A PEDO, just because A WRITER IS 18 AND LIKES A CHARACTER WHO'S 17 DOES NOT MAKE THEM A PEDO, It's fictional, someone I knew got called a Pedo all over for liking Azul as a 18 year old, and they only wrote fluff for him. And also, just because they write Nsfw is not a valid reason to attack them, now if they wrote shotacon and you know things that generally is wrong then there is a reasonable reason to call them out? But when you attack someone for writing nsfw in general, and or hate of them for that. It's stupid, I've seen so many users genuinely hurt by the hate, and others play it off, but it really shouldn't be played off! Also by doing this, it takes away from the actual impact of the word pedo, it's a sensitive topic don't throw it around. Also on that note, many Nsfw writers are actually asexual! (From blogs I've seen in the past, and people I've met) so.. keep that in mind.

I'm beginning to see how off topic I went in this rant, but it's been eating me alive not talking about it. So let's talk about it.. If your against me in any part of this, and have an actual valid argument please feel free to inbox me about it, I know I may be in the wrong, it's just what I've personally seen and want to say, but I'd be more than happy to correct it, if I'm in the wrong. If I do get hate for mentioning this then I'll ignore you. (Most likely, unless I feel the need to add onto something or provide input/context to your ask)

Happy reading, enjoy your night/day!

EDIT: Just found out quick reblogging exists, what is your excuse now, like I'm genuinely asking. If reblogging hurts your precious aesthetic (I say, as I'm a very aesthetic oriented person.. make a side blog!)

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yourfavepookiebear · 4 months

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I saw that your requests were open under the "self aware twst" tag, may I ask your rules and character limit?<3

My character limit ? Idk really know 2hqt that is, but I'm guessing It means how many Characters I can write at once ? I think, probably 4-5, it depends.

I don't do smut, but I can do yandere and stuff. Not too much gore tho. I can also write fluff, crackfics, hcs, scenarios, and stuff like that.

I can write for male, gender neutral, and fem reader, but pls don't request too many complicated things most of the time I can't even understand it 😭 and that's all ? I think, thanks for asking pookie !

#twisted wonderland #yourfavepookiebear #sagau x reader #fem reader #gn reader #male reader #self aware twisted wonderland #self aware fics #pookie

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lizardaggro · 5 months

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gimme writing ideas please!!

why hello internet. the name's lizardaggro. quite the mouthful, i know. i come before you now to beg of thee to share with this poor soul some of thy boundless creativity. tldr: gimme asks plz.

i will write for both bnha/mha and twst. i'll do yandere, crackfics, and anything in between, but i won't write any smut, sorry. i'll do x readers, and i can write something with people's ocs if you have enough info about them. i have my own ocs too of course but idk if anyone cares. not touching cc x cc with a 50 ft pole cuz i don't wanna make people mad.

yes this post is entirely in purple as it is my favorite color. if you don't believe me just look at my blog. i completely scummed my way through html just to have my favorite font, so ya better like it.

#boku no hero academia #twisted wonderland #bnha #twst #mha #bnha x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere bnha

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Adventures in babysitting

Overblot club

A Heart’s a Heavy Burden

Characters: Azul, Jade, Floyd, Lilia

cw// Azul Ashengrotto Typical Angst (self hatred, eating disorders, body hate, childhood trauma, past bullying) body horror (mild), fighting a fish, fish violence(?), Azul loses it part 23686482, Floyd leech typical behavior, jade leech typical behavior, Azul Ashengrotto typical behavior, bullying a child (self bullying), Cannibalism jokes

The potion swirls, delicate shimmers of pearl dust floating near the surface. Light emanates from it, blue and gold and white, sending shadows dancing around the ceiling.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m positive. These kids need it.”

It’s no accident that Azul found himself in the clutches of this spell. It was stupidity, and his own at that.

He had heard of the mystery potion that Sam was selling and it’s vastly wild effects it was having on others. He had even heard what happened with Riddle, and it did genuinely seem like it was helping.

And he wanted it.

He was so sure of himself, after shoving everything down for ten years, that he was already the best he could be. Yes, there was always room for better, but he didn’t need anything, not like those other poor souls.

As he sits on the floor of the VIP room, disoriented, he comes to terms with the fact he was very, very wrong.

He was dissecting the components of the potion, trying to reverse engineer the aspects, to figure out what was making it tick. Attempt after attempt to break it down, to essentially undo time and emulsification, and it was clear now that the potion had a mind of its own.

Heating and cooling and heating and cooling and stirring and un-stirring and inspecting and-

Poof.

Azul felt himself be knocked back, coughing as a mist hung in the air and clung to his every pore. He groaned, floundering to try and sit up.

When he looked down, he noticed that his pants looked…lumpy. His shoes had sipped off, and out the bottom of his pants appeared wriggling tentacles, attempting to grab onto something.

He stilled them, rubbing at his eyes. He still had his glasses on, and they still appeared to be working, so it seemed…

Half transformed. Below the waist were his tentacles, but above it he was human. He frowned, squirming. He attempted to shift back into his human form as he had done several times now, only to find he was stuck.

He grumbled, wiggling out of his pants, freeing himself from the cloth prison he was trapped in, wrinkling his nose at the feeling of the office’s carpet against his suckers.

He let out a sigh, scrubbing down his face with a free hand. This was certainly not what he was expecting to happen today, and he was not having a good time with it.

He paused when he felt something touch one of his legs, and nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned, slowly, to see what might be there.

He stared at the tiny octomer that stared back with his matching shade of silver hair and bright blue eyes, staring at him in confusion, with tears pricking at the corners of them.

“H-hello?” The tiny boy asked, hands clasping Azul’s desk.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No. Absolutely not.

This thing…this child, it can’t be here. Azul frowns, staring blankly at the child. He didn’t want to respond, he didn’t want to acknowledge it’s existence, he didn’t want it to be here at all.

He inspected the child, though, finding that he was in much the same condition that he himself was in. Half human, half octopus, three hearts pumping warm blood rather than the blue normal. Gills missing, skin warm and pink, but tentacles still present and moving around, feeling at everything within reach. Ah, right, he hadn’t developed such conscious skill over them for quite a while, had he?

Little Azul stared at him, reaching out to grab his hand. “You’re an octopus, like me!” He said, trying to open a conversation again, “My name’s Azul. I…I think I’m lost.”

Azul stared at him still, trying to think of a response. What he should have said was something comforting to the lost child, but what came out was, “Man. I was truly a stupid child.”

In a second, his younger self looked like he’d been slapped, and moved away from him. It was clear he wanted to ask questions, that there was a lot on his mind, that he wanted so badly for this other mysterious octomer to like him, and…

“That’s really mean.” The kid said, tears finally slipping from his eyes, “What did I ever do to you?” He rubbed at his eyes, his gaze turning hard and cold against the older version of him. “I just wanted some help.”

Azul spluttered, surprised at his boldness. The slightest guilt tugged at him, and he glared back at the child.

“Fine. Since I’m ever so benevolent,” he gritted out, “I’ll tell you. You’re a younger, weaker version of me. We’re at night Raven college, in my office, where I run a business. People look up to me for help, because I worked hard and began an excellent mage. You,” he poked at the little boy, “Aren’t supposed to be here. So, we’re going on a trip.” He grinned maliciously, actually glaring at this child, “Nobody can see you. So we’ll need to get you covered in something.”

The elder looked around, desperately trying to find something to cover the child with in order to sneak him to the Octavinelle salt pools, just a floor away. He settled on the pants that he was previously wearing, then realized the slight issue with his plan.

Azul’s luck seemed to break even further, because when he finally looked up, he realized that the VIP room door was open.

And the child was gone.

Panic set in and he dropped the task at hand, rushing over to the door to look for the kid. It took him a little bit, since he had to work with eight legs and no water to help with movement, but he moved surprisingly fast for being on land.

He rounded the corner, only to immediately be met with Floyd’s surprised eyes. He was holding the bundle of octopus as the kid clung to him, sobbing into his shoulder.

Floyd’s expression was something Azul hadn’t ever seen before. It was equal parts angry, pity, sympathy, and surprise. He gently nudged the kid with one hand, hushing him for a moment, “Hey, baby tako, you wanna go for a swim? It’s been a while since any of us have done that. I can tell you all sorts of fun stories~” he baited, tickling Azul’s side with a soft grin.

Little Azul looked up, sniffling and wiping his eyes (and mouth, Azul noted. Floyd’s scarf was covered in ink now, which made his stomach twist with a rage he couldn’t explain) The kid finally gave him a smile, one that made his eyes crinkle and his chubby cheeks bulge and turn a little pink. “You wanna swim with me?” He asked, looking at Floyd with adoration, “A-are you sure? I’m not very fast…” He said, beginning to deflate.

“That’s alright,” Floyd said, “If you wanna go faster, you can just grab my fin. I can take us really fast.” He gave him a little mischievous wink, then adjusted his grip, sitting the tiny octopus on his waist.

The commotion around the VIP room caught the attention of Jade, who had previously been in the kitchen teaching Lilia some cooking techniques since Mostro wasn’t open. He dismissed himself for a quick moment, making his way over to his brother. When his eyes settled on the bundle of joy settled into Floyd’s arms, he was equally surprised and somewhat delighted. Now, that’s a sight he hasn’t seen since they were children.

“Oya? Is that a young Azul I spy?” He asked playfully, knowing full well of the answer, “I wasn’t expecting such a delightful visitor today, but it is surely worth shuffling around my schedule for.”

“Nee~ Nee~ we’re gonna go swimming in the pool!” Floyd cheered, leaning in to nibble gently on one of Azul’s squirming tentacles. He didn’t bite down hard, but it still made Azul yelp in surprise and retract it. “You’ll come too, right? Oh, and Big Azul has to come!” He said, turning to look at the merman sitting on the floor.

Jade leaned over just a bit to peer at him, looking even more surprised an amused than before. “I suppose he will. Azul, why are you transformed in your office?”

Azul frowned and crossed his arms, letting out a fussy huff, “I can’t turn back. I’m stuck like this. It happened when the…that,” he pointed at his younger self, “showed up.”

“He has a name, y’know.” Floyd said, sounding slightly irritated, “he’s Azul.”

“I’m Azul.” The 17 year old defended, glaring at the child, “That is a mistake.”

Little Azul looked ready to cry, but settled for glaring at his older self and spitting ink at him.

Four things happened at once. The twins burst out laughing, while Little Azul looked mildly terrified. Older Azul began crawling across the floor on all limbs at Floyd, looking utterly terrifying for once. Little Azul, in response, began to shriek in fear. And the cries of a child in distress alerted Lilia, who rushed out of the kitchen holding a pot and a kitchen knife, poised to attack the threat at hand. This did not help, and Little Azul began to cry on top of screaming, resulting in a lot of very uncomfortable eardrums and a whole lot of ink being spewed.

Lilia threw the knife to the side and made arms for little Azul, holding the blubbering mess close and trying to soothe him. Older Azul, on the other hand, was currently being lifted by Floyd in a nelson hold, arms trapped firmly due to having pesky bones, and tentacles dangling underfoot. It wasn’t easy for Floyd to do this, since Azul could still control his legs and was also larger than the eel by quite a lot, but he managed through the power of sheer Will and a little bit of non-gentle biting.

Jade had left to turn off whatever was going on in the kitchen, and returned with a giant cardboard box normally used for ingredients. Floyd proceeded to shove Azul’s bottom half into it, much to the octopus’s dismay.

With the elder Azul thinking clearly, he could see that, yknow, maybe he shouldn’t have picked a fight with a child. Even if he felt that since that child was him it was fair, it was still a bad call on his part, especially when missing the Appropriate Body To Fight. Now, missing part of one of his legs, he was tired and miffed and ready to give up because this couldn’t get any worse.

“Oh, look at you! You’re so soft and squishy, I could just gobble you up! Are you hungry, little guy? I can make you something and bring it to you.” Lilia cooed at little Azul.

Nope, no, nope, he can’t do it. This is officially the worst day of his life and he wants to stop existing right now, especially when the kid giggles and nods along, looking excited.

He shrieked further into his new cardboard octopus box, sulking and seething. His tentacles writhe in anger, and Floyd smacks one away from Lilia’s cape.

“Dude, what’s your problem?” Floyd asks, clearly annoyed and extremely bluntly, “Why are you bein’ mean to little Octy?”

Azul scoffed, “You haven’t called me that in forever.”

“You haven’t been that in forever.” Floyd says, “‘n you avoided the question. Why are you pickin’ on a kid?”

Jade took that moment to crouch beside him, “Didn’t you say after your overblot that you would stop trying to erase your past?”

Azul glared, watching Lilia play with his young self, “I’m not attempting to erase my past. I simply don’t wish to be reminded of it.”

Floyd groaned, reaching down and flicking Azul’s head, “you’re bein’ a buzzkill. Nobody’s here to see it but us-“

“And the Diasomnia Vice Housewarden!” Azul protested.

“And Flapjack octopus.” Floyd corrected, “But he’s harmless. C’mon, stop being so grumpy and just have fun.”

“This is a rare opportunity.” Jade added, eyes twinkling, “It’s not every day you get to see yourself like this.”

Azul frowned, then turned to where he could see Lilia and the younger Azul.

“Wow, they’re so cool!” Lilia was saying, bent over to his little tentacles, “and you can feel with all of them?”

“Yeah!” He cheered, face warm with all the praise he was receiving, “I learned how to write with them too! I can write grimoires super fast now!”

Lilia smiled, “That’s so clever! I’m not surprised at all you grew up to be so clever.” He said, reaching up to pinch Azul’s cheek playfully.

The little merman giggled, shooing away Lilia’s hand half heartedly, “You think so? The other kids say I’m clumsy and slow.”

Lilia shook his head, “Everyone has different strengths. If there’s something they can do that you can’t, there’s probably a lot that you can do that they can’t. Speed has nothing to do with it.”

Azul tilted his head, then slowly shook it, “No, I mean…well, yeah, physically slow, but like…mentally.”

Lilia’s eyebrows shot up, “They call you stupid?”

Azul nodded, eyes downcast, “You probably think that too now, right?”

The fae laughed, “No, of course not. That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard, and I’ve been around quite some time.” He smiled easily at the kid, “You know octopuses are considered one of the smartest animals on earth, right?”

Azul shifted, tentacles splaying in what may have been an attempt to stand, the suckers popping softly against the surface of the table he was currently perched on. “Really?”

“Really.” Lilia confirmed, patting his head, “They’re known as great escape artists, and they have a lot of brainpower. It doesn’t surprise me that you’re so smart.”

The child beamed at him, squirming a little in happiness. His tentacles began to move too, in their own little rhythmic dance, and he made little popping sounds with his mouth.

The faerie observed this with wonder and amusement, taking it in for a moment before joyfully joining him. He floated into the air and began to wiggle his legs around, kicking them back and forth while he made popping sounds with his mouth as well.

This seemed to please little Azul, who added in a lilting trilling sounds and began to flap his wrists excitedly.

The elder Azul simply stared on in wonderment. “Did I always do that?” He asked the twins idly.

“All the time.” Floyd grinned, “sometimes you still do some of it. The popping, mostly.”

“And the wrist flapping, when you’re stressed.” Jade agreed, “It’s rather…endearing.”

“Can we go swimming?” The kid called, “I feel all dry, I don’t like it.”

This brought everyone back to the task at hand, and immediately the twins jumped to action.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get going!” Floyd cheered, scooping up the octopus box.

Jade came over to take little Azul, only to find that the octopus was rather attached to Lilia now.

“Mister Lilia, will you come swimming with us?” He asked with big, pleading eyes.

Lilia couldn’t say no to a face like that, he would be heartless. Azul, on the other hand, was completely capable and willing to decline for him.

“Lilia’s very busy, now let Jade carry you.”

Lilia rolled his eyes with no real heat and said, “I’d love to go swimming. Shall I carry you?”

Little Azul lit up, immediately clinging with all of his limbs to Lilia, giggling at the movement of walking. Jade followed behind, grabbing a few things like towels along the way, but nobody paid much mind. Floyd was too busy trying to shove Azul back in the box while Lilia tickled the little octomer with a serene smile.

Azul was unceremoniously dumped into the salt pool (which was more so just an opening to the rest of the ocean, since octavinelle is underwater). He spluttered and pushed hair from his face, only to see Floyd frowning down at him. “Stop being such an asshole about the kid. He’s just you.” He said before promptly jumping into the pool.

The other Azul is set down gently into the water by Lilia, who then went off to the side to begin undoing his 50,000 goth chains and belts so he could wear just a tshirt and pants in the pool. He could have used magic, like a normal person, but the little Azul seemed entranced by the sound of chains and buckles clacking against each other.

Actually, so did big Azul, who ended up unconsciously floating closer and closer to the edge of the pool next to his younger self until they were right beside each other, both staring at Lilia and trilling softly.

It was until Lilia stopped that Azul had realized what he had been doing, and practically sprung away from his younger self, face warm a soft purple.

Oh, look at that, now that they’re in the water he’s gone back to his full form. So has the child, come to think of it. The potion must change with triggers, he thinks idly.

He sinks under the water, blinking as his eyes adjust to the dark. He lets out a sigh, bubbles escaping his mouth.

He hates to admit it, but it feels nice being able to breathe for once. This spell…this curse, as he’s beginning to call it, is messing with him. Surely it’s a punishment of some kind. This is no blessing, it’s exactly as shady and twisted as the deals he makes, and he’s on the receiving end!

He lets himself float for a while, tentacles just barely touching the surface of the sand below him. He can hear water splashing above, and the muffled sounds of joy and laughter, and he simply can’t bring himself to be mad anymore.

The twins are right. That…. His younger self, he acknowledges. He hasn’t done anything, and even if he harbors that inner hate…he really is just a child. He doesn’t know what’s happened, or even what’s going on now. So why? Why does he hate that child so much?

His heart sinks as he hears the deep, rumbling sound of a predator nearby. A long, slim silhouette crosses above him, blocking out the sun for a moment. When he looks up, he sees the shimmery body of a large, hungry barracuda.

Headed for the little octomer he wants to be rid of.

The little octomer that has done nothing but try and be friends, he reminds himself. The little octomer who was pleased to see him. The little octomer that was also, literally his younger self. His past made manifest.

He grit his teeth, propelling himself toward the barracuda, fists clenched. No, he wouldn’t be feasting on anything today. And besides, maybe beating the shit out of a fish would make him feel a little better. Release some pressure, or something.

He wastes no time in grappling the barracuda, managing to latch onto it with his whole body. He’s got his fingers in it’s gills, which he knows is uncomfortable as shit, and is trying to shove its head in a different direction. He’s squeezing it intensely, making it wriggle and writhe in his grip, as he forces its mouth shut with one hand, the other still grappling its gills.

Unable to make it change course, he resorts to just smacking the shit out of its snout and screaming incoherently with the rage of two years of nonstop paperwork and ten years of pent up self hatred coming to light.

All the tussling catches Floyd’s attention. He slips down under water, leaving Jade in charge of playing with Azul for a few moments (not that either of them min) as he slinks down to where Azul is still smacking the 6 foot fish that’s literally 1/6th of his size.

“Ya need any help?” He drawls casually, a wicked smile playing on his lips, “Sharing is caring, you know.”

“I’m good!” Azul chirps, a slightly crazed look in his eye as he balls himself up before flinging the barracuda harshly against a rock, “Thanks though.”

Floyd pouts dramatically, “C’mon, I wanna play too! I left little Takoyaki to check on you.”

Azul sighs and gestures to the fish swimming away, “I suppose I’ve had my fun. If you wanna chase after it, be my guest.”

Floyd grins, planting a wet kiss mockingly on Azul’s cheek before darting after the fish, overtaking it in no time.

Azul lets out a little humph before turning and beginning to meander back toward the surface of the pool. He gets closer, then sighs again before coming above the surface to tread beside his younger self, looking entirely too awkward for someone that’s literally just near his own self.

Jade had the Azul on his ‘lap’, tail flicking over them to splash the kid with water. He looked more like a sea otter than an eel, Azul thinks, watching the two play. It’s odd to see the twins so soft, especially with someone who as literally just him but younger, but he supposes they’re softer with children regardless.

Jade leans in and whispers something to the kid that he can’t hear, glancing over his way. When little Azul turns to look at him, he realizes that something he isn’t going to like is about to happen.

Suddenly, the two mermen disappear under the water, going further and further down. When they don’t resurface for a bit, Azul can’t help but feel a little rejected. Yes, he knows that he rejected them first, he even recognizes that he’s being an asshole, but still. It’s just reopening some old wounds.

This spiraling thought process is broken by Lilia, who’s sitting at the edge of the pool with his feet dangling in.

“You know, Ashengrotto, it seems like you were a delightful child.” He has calmly, watching as Azul blushes.

“I appreciate your kind comment.” He says, scrambling for the upper hand, “I appreciate you taking time out of your day to attend to this matter, as well. If you’d like, I believe it’s under control at the moment, if you have other business.”

Lilia raised an eyebrow and let out a hearty laugh, leaning back, “You sound so serious. It’s really no big issue. I miss having children around, they’re always such a joy.”

“Oh.” Azul says, swimming a little closer, though he kept most of his body under the surface, “do you have lots of younger siblings then?”

Lilia laughs again, smiling down at him, “Something like that. For a long time, my home had younger kids in them. Childhood is such a gift. To see young people experience things for the first time, and develop themselves? It’s lovely to see who they grow up to be and where they came from.” He said nostalgically, gaze distant. His eyes train down on Azul quickly though, and he gives him a sympathetic smile, “I suppose, though, it might be upsetting to some. You, in particular, seem to harbor a lot of anger. Especially toward him.”

Azul contemplated this for a moment, tracing the black skin around his wrists. He thought hard before quietly admitting, “I wasn’t good enough.”

“Huh?” Lilia asked, seemingly surprised by his answer, “What makes you say that?”

“Too fat. Too slow. Too stupid. Too lazy.” He said, each with a pause longer than the last, “Just…not enough. Or too much, maybe?” He followed a crack between the edge of the pool and the concrete beside it with his finger, eyes trained with it, “I want to be better.”

They sat in silence for a while. Azul found himself relaxing into it, like a weight was lifted from his chest, while Lilia seemed to just be thinking hard on what to say.

“I think,” Lilia finally began, speaking just loud enough for him to hear, “perhaps, the issue wasn’t you. It was others expectations of you. You were simply doing what you needed to in order to survive as a child, right?”

The silence returned, and Azul felt that his silver tongue had turned to lead. “But..” he tried. He couldn’t find anything to refute that, no logical argument could be made. Everything left was stuck in his feelings, and, well…

It was quiet. Lilia gave him the grace and space to think as he splashed around in the water, sending little droplets across the top.

Azul lifted his head from his arms when he felt the gentle tap of a hand on his shoulder, and the intertwining of tentacles around his own. He turned to look, and was met with his younger self, as well as both twins. Jade was holding a collection of…something, while Floyd was swimming back and forth in circles just a few feet away.

Little Azul was right next to him, hopefully holding out something. It was a coin. Unpolished, and certainly not rare, but it still glittered against the light.

“Here.” The little merman said, “it’s for you.”

Azul stared, eyes flicking between the coin and his younger self. He gingerly took the coin from his outstretched hands, then clenched it tightly. He placed it against the lip of the pool, then smiled at the child, “Thank you.” He said softly, offering the child his hand, “Would you like to go find more with me? I’m sure your coin hunting skills are on par with my own.”

Both octomers finally smiled, together, and slipped under the surface.

The elder took little Azul’s hand, guiding him carefully. He could swim faster, since he was bigger, but decided to let himself move slower.

The slowly sink to the seabed below, tentacles splaying with the soft impact. The younger Azul immediately began to search for coins again, tugging on the elder, “I found the last one this way!”

He lets himself be tugged along by the child, hovering not far behind. The water is murky, and he can’t tell if it’s from being so far down or from feelings being let out.

His hand finds Little Azul’s, clasping it with a desperation he didn’t know he had.

“I’m sorry.” He says, settling down, “I’m so sorry.”

He feels little hands wiping at his cheeks, and looks up to see big blue worried eyes.

“It’s okay,” the kid says, “You did what you thought was best.”

Azul stares at his younger self, completely silent and at a loss for words.

“Can we be friends now?” The kid asks, looking hopeful, “Nobody else gets me.”

“They can’t.” Azul says softly, “They don’t have the brainpower.”

It earns a giggle from little Azul, and a wide smile. “Let’s find more coins!” He grins, beginning to swim off. His eyes are trained down into the sand, hands sifting through greedily.

Azul follows suit, using all of his tentacles to aid in the mission. He ends up disturbing a crab, who pinches one of his tendrils and scuttles off. He pouts for a moment when his younger self laughs a little, but it turns into surprise when he chases it and brings it back.

“I’m sorry Mister Crab.” He coos to the creature perched in his tiny hands, “We didn’t mean to disturb you. We were looking for coins!” The crab, as expected, has no reaction, but little Azul laughs anyway before swimming off with him. He perched him on a rock, carefully. “I won’t move you too far, but this way we don’t bother you again. Goodbye, Mister crab!”

The young merman returns to his elder self, smiling widely. “He said he’s sorry for pinching you.” He says seriously, “are you okay?”

Azul smiles, patting his head, “I’m quite alright. Shall we return to our hunt?”

The two spend hours at the bottom of the sea, sifting through sand. They find various things, several of which little Azul keeps, that are not coins. Shells, sea glass, various shiny pieces of what’s, quite honestly, trash, bottle caps, pieces of kelp, bleached coral, and even a few pearls and gemstones.

Azul is surprised at just how much they find, but more so what his younger self deems valuable.

“This shell is pink inside!” He chirps happily, showing his elder self, “It looks soft! I like it!” He then proceeds to hold it in one of his tentacles as he continues to search.

“This is so shiny!” He holds up a piece of foil from a pop tart, discarded carelessly into the sea, “I could look at it for hours!”

“Why did you choose that?” He asks, pointing at the stones in his hands

Little Azul looks up and beams at him, “They’re chlora…clo…chlololora…”

“Chlorastrolite.” He supplies gently.

“Chlorastrolbites!” He says, smiling, “yeah, those! They’re green, like Jade and Floyd. I wanna give it to them.”

He holds out the pieces out to show Azul. They look as though it’s been split in half, giving two even, matching pieces.

Azul gives a watery smile, scooping up his little self, “I’m sure they’ll appreciate them greatly.”

Little Azul smiles even wider than before, all of his pearly white teeth on full display. He wiggled around, tentacles thumping gently in time with him before he stopped, “I found something for you too!” Little Azul squirms around a little before one of his tendrils comes up to plop something in his hand.

He turns to the elder Azul, proudly holding out his treasure.

In his hand is a small chunk of lavender aragonite, slightly smooth due to probably tumbling around in the sand for quite some time. The little octomer looks proud of himself, and he should be.

Azul takes it from him, settling down in the sand to be at his level. He cradles it gently with both hands, looking between it and him. “This is beautiful,” he says softly, “thank you.”

The young Azul smiles, looking wiser than his years. He looks up to find Jade and Floyd swimming their way. Floyd wraps himself around the little Azul, scooping him up with his tail. He turns to Jade with a grin, saying, “I win!”

Jade merely laughs a little and nods, “That you did.”

Little Azul pats at Floyd, saying, “I think it’s time I leave soon.”

The three mermen look confused. Jade raises an eyebrow as he asks, “What do you mean, ‘go’?”

Little Azul laughs a bit, “I can’t stay forever. I have to go back soon. Azul’s almost better.”

“Huh?” Azul asks, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay,” the child says, snuggling himself closer to Floyd, “You will.”

It’s evident that they won’t be getting any answers from him about his cryptic words, and Floyd simply shrugs. He squeezes little Azul against himself, pressing his face into the kid’s shoulder, “You’re so soft. ‘Zul isn’t nearly as fun to snuggle.” He mumbles, “You’re so soft and cute.”

“Don’t bite me.” Azul says seriously, “I don’t like that.”

Floyd pouts and groans dramatically, “Fiiiine, I guess.”

Jade comes over to join and scoops little Azul from his twin’s arms, “I’ve barely had any time to spend with you, have I? I’d like to state for the record that I have missed you as much as Floyd has.”

Azul stares, wide eyed at the twins being so gentle. He couldn’t remember a time in his life that they were ever so soft with him, even when they were children themselves.

Jade and Floyd grin at each other before swimming in opposite directions, Jade still gripping onto the kid as they swim, which makes him giggle in delight.

Then, in a few moments, the twins are tossing Azul back and forth gently, using their tales to fling him and catch him in turn. They’re swimming fast, probably faster than Azul had ever gone in his life, and it looked like the kid was having a ton of fun.

It made him jealous for a moment, actually. It had been so long since he’d played. He was only seventeen, but he felt much older in that moment. When was the last time he had fun like that, he wondered? It had been years…

He reached out with one tentacle, snatching his younger self. Everyone turned to look at him as he grinned wickedly, then took his turn tossing the kid to Floyd.

Time seemed to no longer exist for them, the three friends and their younger companion. It felt like a summer day spent at the pool, warm and bright and cool all at once.

But like a summer day, things would have to come to an end.

Little Azul swam sleepily over to his elder self, pushing himself into his arms. “It’s time I go now.” He said softly, letting out a little yawn.

Azul frowned, petting his hair absently, “What do you mean?”

Little Azul looked up and smiled at him sympathetically, “It’s time I go home.”

Azul was at a loss for words. He tried to think, how could he explain this? They weren’t close to home, they were at college, he couldn’t just leave, especially not on his own! He’s just a little kid.

Little Azul settled himself completely in his arms, and he barely noticed. He felt the warmth at his chest, and the stares of the twins trained on him.

He looked down, to find the tiny octopus merman seemingly asleep. His eyelids fluttered with movement, but the tiny snores he let out told him that it was just REM.

He pulled him closer, murmuring a soft, “Sleep well, little guy. I’ll protect you.”

And with that, the child began to glow faintly, shimmering and shining like the potion had earlier. He leaned further into Azul, and he felt something odd. Then, with a soft pop, little Azul was gone.

Azul spluttered, as in the same moment, his legs returned. He yelped in surprise and confusion, but luckily Jade and Floyd were there. Floyd grabbed him and began to swim him right back to the surface, where Azul began to splutter, coughing out a little water and taking in fresh air.

Jade surfaced next to him, hopping out of the water. He transformed back to human, paying no mind that Lilia was still sitting near the pool, and walked to his clothes. With a wave of his pen, he was dry and fully clothed. He then returned to Azul, helping him out of the pool and doing much the same for him.

Azul shook, still reeling from what transpired.

Lilia came to stand beside him. He reached out, grabbing his forearm gently.

Azul jumped and looked up, frantic eyes locked on Lilia’s.

Lilia gave him a knowing look, and gently said, “Are you quite alright, Ashengrotto?”

It took him a moment to collect himself and find his words. He was leaning heavily into Jade’s grip, and could feel his questioning eyes watching him again.

“Azul!” Floyd yelled.

He turned, eyebrow raised, “Huh?”

Floyd smiled, crossing his arms on the lip of the pool and resting his head on them, “Can we have Takoyaki for dinner tonight?”

Azul flushed and stuttered out, “Wha- I- h-“

Floyd laughed, tail lapping at the waves behind him, “We were good, weren’t we Jade? I didn’t even bite the little octopus!”

“If I recall correctly, you did actually do that.”

“But not hard!” He pouted, “‘n I’m hungry. All that swimming worked up an appetite.”

Azul laughed softly, somewhat in amusement and somewhat in disbelief. He sighed, “Yeah, you guys can have Takoyaki tonight.”

“On the house?”

“Well now, that’s a little much don’t you think?” Azul said deadpan, though all three knew he was joking.

He turned back to Lilia, brain finally having caught up to his question, “I…I think I’m okay. I feel a little…weird. I’m not sure how to describe it. Heavier, somehow? Denser?”

Lilia laughed a little, patting his arm, “Yes, I suppose a heart is a heavy burden, isn’t it?”

Azul gawked and flushed, crossing his arms. “Are you trying to say you thought me heartless?”

“Well, I mean no offense by it, but I don’t believe you were in touch with it much, were you?”

He glared half heartedly, then blinked. “I…one moment. I forgot something.”

Jade lifted an eyebrow in confusion as Azul took off his blazer, then promptly dove into the water.

Floyd exchanged a confused look with Jade before diving down to follow the dorm leader, tail spraying Jade and Lilia with water ‘accidentally’ as he turned.

Azul had puffed cheeks as he was frantically looking around, grabbing at the sand below.

Mister Crab seemed to take pity on him, and brought him exactly what he was looking for when he saw that he was running out of air.

When Azul turned to look, Floyd was hovering beside him, watching in confusion.

“You get it?” He asked when he saw his full hands.

Azul nodded, letting out a bubble of air. He was beginning to panic, and his lungs were beginning to burn. Curse his forgetfulness, both in regards to his pen and to forgetting the treasures.

Floyd swam him back to the surface (again) and Azul spat out some water, dumping the contents of his hands on the edge of the pool before brushing his wet hair from his face.

“Thank you, Floyd.” He said softly to him.

Floyd hummed, wrapping himself around Azul, “Yeah, I know. You owe me double that Takoyaki though.” He teased, before resting his head on his shoulder, “What’d you get?”

Azul flushed, squirming in Floyd grip a moment before sighing a little, “Little me had something for you. And me, actually.”

Jade approached the edge of the pool, crouching down beside the two still inside. “Oya? And what’s this?”

Azul’s hands shook as he held up the twin pieces of chlorastrolite, “He said, ‘they remind me of Jade and Floyd, and I want to give it to them’.”

Floyd chirped as he took the gemstone, admiring it. He squeezed around Azul a little tighter, humming, “Aww, I knew you loved us.”

“Wha- no!” He protested, face bright pink, “I simply appreciate you a lot!”

“Mhm, sure.” Floyd said. He looked behind Jade, checking to see if Lilia was still around. Evidently, he had left while they were underwater. He bit his lip before saying, very casually and somewhat teasing, “Love you too, ‘Zul.”

Jade took his piece with the upmost care, resting it in the palm of his gloved hand. He admired each part of it, before muttering,“I second that, Floyd.”

Azul looked away, staring toward the doorway. He felt that if he blushed any harder he might actually catch on fire, “Good, good. We all love each other. Now, I, uh….I think I have…work.” He coughed into his hand, finally getting out of the water, his clothes completely soaked. “This was pleasant. I appreciate the time we had together today. I think it’s time to, uh…yeah.” He picked up his gem from where it laid beside the pool and shoved it into his pocket. “I’ll see you later.”

“Takoyaki!” Floyd called out after him, “I mean it!”

Azul laughed and waved a hand to let him know he heard him as he left the room, feeling a lot better than he had when the day started.

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