YAYYY REVERSE AU CONTENT
The people want a rewrite of the alligator encounter, and I will finally deliver! Just uh,, be Aware that this Sebek likes humans. More than most would appreciate.
CW: Yandere, reader is Yuu, reader has a pre-existing crush on Sebek, creepy behavior(!), attempted kiss, mild suggestiveness, canon-typical Sebek slander, you and Sebek jump his counterpart at the end
See You Later, Alligator (pt.1)
You swore today was going to be a normal day when you woke up.
Everything had been going so well this morning. Grim's usual morning grumbling had been quieted with a tuna breakfast, your hair had been behaving well when you were getting ready, you were even running a bit ahead of schedule. You should have known not to trust it.
Now, here you were, standing at the foot of the stairs and staring down a very surprised-looking, and sorely unannounced, Sebek. Strangest of all, he looked like he hadn't finished getting dressed, with his hair left down, all the dorm signifiers other than his magestone missing, no tie, and his shirt partially unbuttoned. You could only blink at him, not expecting to bear witness to an exposed chest before your Leona encounter for the day. And, more than that, you had thought Sebek to be the type of prude who would be scandalized by someone glimpsing his ankles, so full-on collarbone was a bit of a jumpscare.
“Sebek. What are you doing half-dressed in my house?” you asked, genuine bewilderment clear in your tone.
He quickly broke eye contact with you, standing up straight with his arms behind his back, “Ah- Prefect, I hadn't expected you to be home.” You couldn't marvel at his appropriate indoor volume for very long, as you were mentally running through all the reasons he could possibly have for showing up like this, until you landed on the most likely one.
“This is one of those 'observing me for Malleus' things again, isn't it?” you crossed your arms and kept your voice firm, “I don't care how much you've been doing it lately, that doesn't mean you can just barge in without knocking. Or getting fully dressed.”
At first, he didn't respond at all, simply staring at you as if he were processing his response. Then, strangely, he smiled ever so slightly before slicking his hair back into a facsimile of the typical gel-laden style you'd come to expect, buttoning his shirt up, and standing straight with his arms behind his back. He sounded oddly bashful as he spoke, "Forgive me, Prefect… I'd thought we were on the same page."
“… Same page on what, exactly?”
"I had thought we'd gotten accustomed to each other," he said, as if that didn't fly in the face of every interaction you'd previously had with him.
With a slight tilt of the head, you began to puzzle over this bizarre conversation, searching through your mind to find something that would get him to show the usual personality you had, unfortunately, been drawn to. He was fun to tease or fluster, and a slight ribbing wouldn't get him particularly bent out of shape compared to deliberately provoking him, so you tried your hand, "I dunno, I just… thought it was cuter when you tried so hard to be proper."
Almost in cartoon fashion, you braced with a suppressed smile for the inevitable blustering that would come from such a grievous "transgression" and overstep in your position as a human, only to receive a dulcet, almost flattered "Oh? Me?"
…
What?
It was outright unnerving, this random jump to a softer Sebek. It was so suddenly idyllic that you started wondering if your morning alarm would go off, or if he would begin trying to convince you to let him sew buttons into your eyes or something of that nature. Sure, you had hoped to reach some semblance of mutual patience eventually, but… not now. Not for a long time. It was reserved for your unattainable, distant daydreams as a reward, and not even to this degree. It felt markedly hollow. Undeserved.
Suspicious.
This was far from the Sebek you knew, and something told you that it was very, very wrong. The blatant, visible consideration of every word that left his lips robbed him of the genuine, blunt quality that shined so brightly in your beloved crocodile. So, you decided to test him. Was the boy before you truly some strange, clueless imitator?
Despite the evident danger of that possibility, you knew you had to say something. So, in the simplest of terms, you feigned innocent concern and asked, "Hey, are you feeling all right? You're acting different."
He blinked, his gaze flickering away for just a moment as his easy smile strained ever so slightly, "I hadn't been feeling well back at my dorm. It was only natural that I come see you to remedy my spirits. Is something in particular not to your standard?" the Potentially-Not-Sebek pried.
Not trusting how he was constantly adjusting his appearance and behavior to your specification, you decided to finally put that test in order. Acting as out of character as you could, you shyly shrank into yourself, hands clasped in front of you with a pouting puppy dog face and batting lashes. You filled your voice with fake dejection and looked up at him, sadly saying "I didn't get any morning kisses…"
His brows raised, and your skin crawled as those yellow-green eyes trailed up and down your frame. You felt desperate for a shower after that, with the door nailed shut and the curtain closed. "Oh, Prefect… Forgive me," he stepped closer, speaking like the protagonist in some sleazy romance novel, "I've been ever so forgetful lately.~"
You couldn't keep your expression up as he leaned closer, but more than even his behavior, his appearance gave you pause. More specifically, the flaws in the eyes and ears. The stranger in front of you had small, rounded pupils and ears that tapered off to sharp points at the ends. Whoever was trying to impersonate Sebek was certainly doing a terrible job of it. The gravity of your words hit you once his arms reached out to circle around your waist. Leaning away from him, it slowly dawned on you that, over the course of this entire, bizarre encounter, not once had he called you-
"HUMAN!!" called a voice from outside Ramshackle Dorm.
All movement stopped cold. Never in your life, before meeting Sebek, had you imagined that someone shouting at the top of their lungs would bring you such relief. Your crocodile hadn't suddenly turned into some sleazeball devoid of all his charming knightly qualities! But, with one question answered, another, more dire inquiry, was posed.
You slowly turned your head to face the intruder, keeping your voice as steady as you could, "So, if that's Sebek… who the HELL are you?"
Entirely too close for comfort, he simply blinked as he looked between the source of the call and you. "Prefect," he said, with the smallest, guiltiest laugh known to man, "I-I can explain-"
"Bullshit! Explain THIS!" you yelled, taking advantage of the proximity to raise your leg and stomped as hard as you could on his shoe. All he could do was yelp in pain before receiving an open-palm strike to the nose, causing his hands to be too occupied with covering his face to retaliate while you ran off down the hall, yelling, "SEBEK!! IT'S OPEN, GET THIS GUY OFF ME!"
Distantly, you could hear the door swing open, accompanied by the sound of something scraping against the floor. You rounded the corner with quite a lead, seeing the fully-dressed and reassuring visage of what was definitely your Sebek. His eyes widened as he finally laid eyes on you, and on the one behind you.
Knights, particularly of the royal guard variety, are often akin to guard dogs. He was told to sic, and only saw two things, someone that was you and someone that was not you. That second someone received a flying wooden chair straight to the dome. Not-Sebek was in a heap on the floor in two seconds, next to one of your chairs from further down the hall.
“HUMAN!! Are you all right?!” Sebek cried as you hid behind him.
You pointed at Not-Sebek, “He tried to kiss me.”
“HE WHAT?!?!”
