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Midnight Flurry, a Teen and Up Audiences Floyd/Riddle ficlet.

As requested by two different people, here’s a fic featuring Riddle, who’s suffering from his overblot’s collateral damage and a moray eel who’s happy to help. 

WC: 1000+ 

Warnings: Vomitting, crying in the bathroom floor at 3AM, Floyd calling Riddle’s teeth “choppers”. 

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Given how many times it happened, Trey had developed a Pavlovian response to the sound of Riddle throwing up. It was 3 AM and the telltale sound of fluid hitting the toilette porcelain was all that he needed to wake up. 

Trey sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes. It was the fourth time that week. He doubted anyone else besides himself could hear that. He also doubted he could keep up with Riddle’s decreasing health and the aftermath reaction of his overblot incident. He needed help from someone else. Trey was too tired and unable to handle all that by himself. They didn’t need him overbloting as well.

He would’ve expected that after an entire month, the collateral effects would have stopped… but unfortunately, nothing was ever that easy. Riddle was still throwing up, having major headaches and, the worst of them all, sleepwalking. 

The vice housewarden picked up his phone from the bedside stand and sent a message to the only other person he trusted enough to help. 

Riddle was staring at the mess, hard eyes unable to blink away from the inky mess floating on the toilet water. How disgusting, how utterly disgusting.  He hated staring at the black, gooey substance, but couldn’t look anywhere else. 

A small, perverse part of him wanted to remind him of how low he had fallen. That was the part that danced too close to the voices who made him overblot initially. Gripping the porcelain, knuckles white, sitting on the tile floor like a drunk man. Riddle felt the stinging in his eyes. He was about to cry. 

He hated that. He hated that so much. And he was afraid that these feelings would never go away.

The doorknob shifted. 

He turned back, shameful and guilty, expecting to see Trey’s worried face, but ended up facing Floyd.

“…Floyd? What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night.”

The Octavinelle student raised his phone “Sea Turtle sent me a message and I hurried here.”

“But… it’s prohibited for students to be out of their respective dorms after curfew…” 

Trust Riddle to think about the rules when he was literally hugging the toilet.

“Screw them rules, ‘was never one to abide to them, now, right?” smiled Floyd. He was wearing casual clothing, green pajama pants and a tee. While Riddle stared at him, too weak to get up from the floor, Floyd sat down next to him. 

All he had to do was open his arms. Riddle’s eyes widened; Riddle gazed at the sweetness, the warmth burning behind the mismatched moray’s eyes. He was feeling vulnerable, weak and miserable, and yet there was Floyd, with open arms. The subtle smile on Floyd’s lips was so understanding, so compassionate and sweet, that Riddle’s heart skipped a beat. Most would say that the Leech brothers were unable to feel that much compassion and empathy, but those didn’t know what they were saying. 

In a moment like that, Riddle allowed his vulnerability to take over.

With a tiny whine, he launched himself on top of the moray, holding him tightly as the suffocating sensation bloomed heavily inside. The sensation turned into hiccups and then ugly crying. Riddle hated being that vulnerable, but there was no one else there.

Only Floyd.

Floyd, who was a pain in the ass. 

Floyd, who knew how to push all of his buttons. 

Floyd, who woke up in the middle of the night to take care of him.

As Riddle cried, the Octavinelle’s fingers played with his hair, with his back, rubbing the pain away.  Riddle was glad that he didn’t try telling him that everything was going to be alright. In that moment, he didn’t need reassurance, he merely needed a hug. 

And Floyd’s hug was all the more special. Floyd’s height advantage helped in that moment; he was so tall that his entire body enveloped Riddle’s smaller one, acting as a cocoon. Both had forgotten they were sitting on the bathroom floor, too worried with understand and caring for the other. 

After a few minutes, Riddle blinked his tears away as Floyd reached for a piece of toilet paper. He bunched it up on his hands and dried Riddle’s tears, as well as cleaned the leftover inky vomit on his lips. Floyd discreetly pressed the flush button and helped Riddle back onto his feet.

“Are you better now?” 

“I… suppose I am.”

“Awww, that’s good. We can’t have Goldfishie like that!” 

Riddle felt his lips quivering as if he was about to cry again. To his surprise, all crying was forgotten when Floyd made the unthinkable gesture of kissing his lips. Nothing but a soft touch, but enough to fluster Riddle and make him blush from head to toe. 

“What… do you think you’re doing?!”

“Just a little kiss to help you sleep better!”

“But I… I’ve just thrown up!? It’s supposed to be gross!”

“Don’t care~! Goldfishie is Goldfishie in the end, nothing will change that! Anyways, come on, these bathroom tiles are not the deal, man, I’m sure you guys at Heartslabyul have a better place to snooze.”

“Floyd you simply can’t sleep here… it’s against the rules.”

“I don’t care, you hear me? I wanna spend the night with Little Goldfish! And Sea Turle will be very mad at me if I half-ass this job.” 

There was nothing one could to in order to change Floyd Leech’s mind. When he decided what he wanted to do, it was already set in stone. Riddle frowned at him for a second. What else could he do? Letting Floyd have his way was the least he could do after the poor Leech came to his rescue. 

And his arms were so warm and so gentle. Riddle leaned back without really noticing, his head resting on Floyd’s shoulder. That seemed to be all the validation the Octavinelle needed. Floyd chuckled and kissed Riddle’s cheek.

“Whenever you need me… I’ll be around, okay? Just call me.”

“I… yes, thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“Now, come on, brush these choppers and let’s get to bed!”