Hiii! My idea for a more fun headcannon is twst x reader who constantly makes references to their own world like memes, games, phrases, slang, old world horror stories, etc. I would love the twst characters being super confused with us or horrified with the pandemic and other scary stuff that happened on earth. Thanks for reading :)
Lmao PLEASEEEE this has so much potential but I wasn't sure which ones would be good so I did the first few things that popped up in my head!
Riddle - Exasperated; Why do you keep announcing you're cooking?? And why is it that sometimes you say "Chat, am I cooked?" Who is Chat? And why would you be cooked?? Cannibalism is horrendous and illegal and if Chat is often threatening to turn you into their meal, then Riddle must deal with them! How dare they act so vulgarly?
Floyd - Annoyed, dangerously so; If you spout that numeral nonsense again, Floyd will give you a squeezing so lethal, you wished you'd die. Plus, what was even so funny about saying "6,7"? This is stupid. Floyd doesn't like it one bit, especially when you're giggling over it! Like what is wrong with you? Did you not know the rest of the numbers?? Did he have to teach you?? Are you just doing this for his attention? Oh, this ruins his whole day, he's going to make you regret it.
Cater - You keep calling him twin and asking where here he's been and at first it was cute and he thought it was nice you were joking around even with your lack of sense of humour but now he's sorta convinced this is some kind of inside joke you have going on, which sucks cause, hello?? He is outside. Please let him in so he can laugh too.
Lilia - Intrigued; He wants to know how an aura can be farmed. It's a very interesting concept and he feels like Malleus would find it impressive. He also loves when you tell him the games you've played but the names were so peculiar even to him so Lilia only knows them by their plot. You show him a game where you're always spouting some form of endearment to this character named Leon? And he is a resident of some evil? Fascinating! Lilia would need to brush up on his skills of picking up your otherworldly interests if he wants to keep up to date with your quirky little hobbies.
Jamil - He needs you to stop asking the nonexistent referee to take you out of the game whenever you encounter the slightest inconvenience. Jamil has a hunch it's some kind of expression you probably used in your previous world, but he seriously cannot take another moment of you clutching your head and going, "Refff, take me out,Reff. I don't wanna play anymore." Because HE will take you out.
Epel - Thinks you're a survivor of the scariest plague he's ever heard of. You had to correct him a few times though when he started eyeing Crowley warily cause he seemed to have mistaken COVID for corvid so for a while he was convinced the Headmage of the prestigious NRC was a disease carrying disaster. Maybe it was because he liked being outside but Epel had told you it was stressful just hearing of you needing to stay indoors for half a year due to the quarantine and not only that but when you told him about the hundreds of businesses going bankrupt because of it,he visibly flinched. He was probably thinking of his family and hometown then and you reassured him you'd taken the measures of getting a vaccine and immediately Epel cheered up (not that he had thought of you bringing the disease at all.)
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You: "Jade-senpai, I’ve been wondering... would you mind if I took a little bite of you?"
Jade: "...Excuse me?"You: "Well, the other day, Floyd-senpai was teasing me, saying, 'Little Shrimpy, your skin is way too weak~.' It made me curious about how tough a moray eel merman’s skin actually is. I wanted to test it out."
Jade: "I see..."
You: "So, to make it official, I’ve collected all the stamps on my Mostro Lounge loyalty card."
Jade: "Are you actually an idiot?"
You: "Wow, a simple, direct insult."
Jade: "Well... if that is truly your wish, I suppose I cannot refuse. Will the bathtub in the Ramshackle Dorm suffice?"
You: "Yes, perfectly!"
Jade: "I assume I am correct in believing that you have no intention of causing me actual harm?"
You: "Harm?"
Jade: "I am merely confirming whether or not you are specifically craving merman meat."
You: "............"
Jade: "Can we please just pretend this conversation never happened???"
You: "It’s not that I want to harm you, per se! It’s just... if you’re asking me if I’m curious about what you taste like... well, I’m not not curious. If it’s allowed, I’d like just one little nibble."
Jade: "It is absolutely not allowed."
You: "Yeah, I figured."
You: "I’m not trying to do anything cruel! I just want to go om-nom for a second, and if I’m lucky, maybe a tiny little... slurp?"
Jade: "So you're planning to suck the flavor out of me now."
You: "I mean, moray eel is delicious, right? Whether it’s seared or deep-fried..."
Jade: "I see. So this is how Azul feels all the time."
Jade: "Well... considering it is you, Prefect."
Jade knew your nature all too well. You were the type of person who consistently stumbled into trouble because of your innate kindness. He knew that your soul was fundamentally good—that you were the sort who would rather suffer yourself than cause pain to another. Because of this, he predicted that no matter how strange your request, things wouldn't end in a truly "cruel" way.
And so, Jade made his way to the Ramshackle Dorm. After filling the bathtub with water, he deactivated the effects of his transformation potion and reverted to his merman form. With a heavy, wet shloop, his massive tail spilled out over the edges of the tub, unable to be contained.
Jade: "You may come in now."
At the sound of Jade's voice, you crept tentatively into the bathroom. You froze the moment you saw him in the tub.
You: "A... A..."
Jade: "A...?"
(Is she... scared?)
Jade wondered.
You: "An overflowing moray eel bowl..."
Jade: "Do you view me as nothing more than a sushi topping or a rice bowl???"
You: "Seeing you like this... you really are massive, Jade-senpai. It feels so cinematic. You look so cool."
Jade: "I... see."
You: "Well then, excuse me while I dive right in."
You reached down and tried to lift the very tip of his tail.
You: "Whoa... it’s so heavy!"
Jade: "Aren't you being a bit rude???"
You: "It’s all slimy and dense and... thud-heavy..."
Jade: "Your vocabulary is lacking, to say the least."
His tail, coated in a slick, viscous layer of mucus, was packed with firm, thick muscle. While it felt soft for now, it was a mass of pure power; if Jade were to exert even a fraction of his strength, it would become a weapon as hard as steel, capable of crushing an enemy to death.
Yet here you were, struggling and fumbling to embrace that lethal appendage without the slightest hint of tension. Watching your carefree movements, Jade couldn't help but wonder if your sense of self-preservation had simply vanished. Pitying your sheer lack of physical strength, he gave his tail a slight flick, lifting it just enough to make it easier for you to hold.
You: "Alright! Perfect!"
Nothing about this was "perfect."
You: "Alright, I'm going to take a big bite now. Tell me if it hurts, okay?"
Jade: "Understood."
You opened your mouth wide—aaahn—and sank your teeth into Jade’s tail.
Jade: "………………"
You had certainly bitten him. Or at least, you had tried.
You: "Ith it hurting? (Is it hurting?)"
Jade: "Are you mocking me?"
You: "I'm not mocking you at all! Pah, pah... Gosh, this slime is so fishy, but there’s no actual flavor, is there?"
Jade: "I hear it's quite good for one's complexion."
You: "I'll hold my nose and swallow it then."
Jade: "You're supposed to apply it to your skin, not drink it."
While continuing this comedy-like banter, you tried several more times, but you couldn't even make a dent. From Jade’s perspective, he could faintly sense that something was touching him since he was watching you, but if he had closed his eyes, he wouldn't have even noticed he was being "bitten."
The sheer weakness of it sent a sudden, violent jolt of... something through Jade’s heart.
Jade: (Wait, what...? What is this creature? She’s putting every ounce of her strength into those teeth, and that’s all she’s got? A tiny crab’s pinch would hurt more than this. And to think... this person was worried about "hurting" me? Is her mouth even big enough to take a proper bite of anything? Is she even eating enough to stay alive? How can a living being be this incredibly... fragile?)
You: "U-um... Jade-senpai? Did I... did I hurt you?"
Jade: "Pardon?"
You: "It’s just—you’re staring at me with a completely blank expression and your pupils are totally dilated! It’s terrifying! Are you angry? I-I did tell you to say something if it hurt!"
Jade: "Pardon?"
You: "Eek!"
Jade: "Ahem."
Jade: "Now then, Prefect. Since you stated you wished to 'take a bite,' you really must try a little harder. If the deal isn't fulfilled, I shall be the one scolded by Azul. Or... is this some form of harassment you’ve planned?"
You: "I’m not trying to harass you! It’s just, your tail is so thick and muscular, my teeth can't even get a grip!"
You: "Isn't there a spot that’s... I don't know, easier to bite?" Jade: "You certainly are demanding."
With a sudden, slithering motion, Jade wrapped his tail around your waist to pull you closer—but he used far too much force. You were yanked forward and landed with a wet splat right on top of him.
You: "Gwah-urgh!?"
Jade: "Oh, thank goodness..."
You: "Nothing about this is 'good'! I’m soaking wet, and I just slammed my face into your chest!?"
Jade: "I miscalculated my own strength. If I had pulled you upward, I would have accidentally slammed you into the ceiling. It’s truly a relief that I pulled you horizontally instead."
You: "Okay, yeah, I am seriously glad it was horizontal."
Jade: "Now, as for a cut that even your feeble jaw can manage..."
You: "I can't believe we're discussing 'cuts' of meat."
Jade: "How about my finger? I imagine the thickness would be quite easy for you to bite."
You: "It does look bite-sized... but will it taste like moray eel?"
Jade: "I am a moray eel from the top of my head to the tip of my tail. Why would you even ask that?"
You: "I guess it's just a psychological thing? I feel like the parts that look human would taste like a human."
Jade: "Oh? So, you are already familiar with the taste of human flesh, then?"
You: "No! Of course not!"
Jade: "Then I suppose we can both look forward to finding out whether this tastes like eel or human, won't we?"
As he spoke, Jade extended his hand toward you. His pale, slightly grayish-white hand transitioned into a deep teal toward the fingertips, ending in sharp, black claws. Thin webs stretched between each finger. And you still have the nerve to call this "human-shaped," Jade thought to himself, amused.
Meanwhile, you were perched right on top of Jade’s abdomen as he lay in the tub, staring intently at the hand offered to you.
You: "May I touch it?"
Jade: "Be my guest."
You took Jade’s hand in both of yours. Compared to his, your hands were incredibly small. You supported his weight with one hand while the other traced his skin with genuine curiosity.
You: "It’s a bit chilly. And a little... tacky to the touch. Is my hand too hot for you, though? I’m not giving you a heat burn, am I?"
Jade: "It certainly feels warmer than usual, but it's hardly enough to cause a burn."
The irony of being "worried over" by such an overwhelmingly weak creature was so entertaining that Jade couldn't help but let out a low, vibrating chuckle.
You: "The webbing is so thin and soft! But... it doesn't feel like it would tear easily. Senpai, may I touch your ears too?"
Jade: "Be my guest."
You: "Ah! The part near your ears is even thinner than the webbing on your hands—it feels so crisp!"
Jade: "Perhaps they are becoming a bit dry."
With a soft, wet fwick, Jade flared his ear fins. If they were left closed while dry, the delicate skin could stick together and tear when opened later. It was safer to keep them flared. As the fins unfurled right before your eyes, your gaze widened in pure, unadulterated excitement.
You: "Amazing! They moved!!!!"
Jade: "What exactly do you take me for? I’m not a preserved specimen; of course they move."
You: "But for humans, being able to move your ears is a rare talent! Here, look—"
You grabbed Jade’s hand and pressed it against your own ear.
You: "See? It doesn't move! (Smug face)"
Jade: "I... see."
You: "Wait, can you move your ears even when you're in your human form?"
Jade: "I haven't ever tried."
You: "Let's test it out once you take the transformation potion later!"
You were beaming, clearly having the time of your life. To a land-dweller, a merman must look like a monstrous aberration. Yet, you showed no fear, no revulsion—only honest, pure curiosity.
Internally, Jade was wearing a look of utter bewilderment. What IS this creature? He was a merman—a male of his species—and you, though from another world, were a human female. There was an absolute, insurmountable gap in physical strength between you. How could you be so comfortable being alone with him like this? You had no magic, no means of self-defense... nothing.
Or is it, Jade wondered, that you have drawn such a clear line between merfolk and humans that you don't even see me as a "person" like yourself? The thought that you could touch him so freely with those small, warm hands only because you viewed him as a different kind of animal began to sit unpleasantly in his stomach.
Just as Jade’s mood began to sour—
You lightly brushed your finger against the tip of Jade’s claw.
you:"Oh, even the color and shape of your claws are different! They're so sharp and cool—"
In an instant, a thin red line traced itself across the pad of your finger. A bead of crimson welled up, and the skin split open like a blooming flower.
Jade: "!??!?!??!??!?"
Without a second thought, Jade pulled your bleeding fingertip into his mouth. To ensure he didn't accidentally catch you with his own fangs, he used his long tongue to envelop your finger, pulling it deep into the safety of his mouth.
you:"............"
Jade:"............"
You: (Panic! A devastatingly handsome upperclassman just put my finger in his mouth! Also—how did I forget until just now?—I am currently sitting right on top of him while he's completely naked in a bathtub!)
Jade: (Panic! I had no intention of hurting her, yet I’ve caused an injury that drew blood!)
You: "Um..."
Jade: (Silent. He’s too preoccupied using his tongue to probe the wound, checking its depth and judging the severity by the taste of your blood. "It’s just a surface tear," he reasons. "The iron taste is fading... the bleeding should stop any second now.")
Finally, satisfied that the bleeding had ceased, Jade released your finger with a soft, wet pop. He exhaled a long sigh of relief after confirming that the red line on your soft skin was no longer seeping. Having grown up in the sea, he was instinctively hypersensitive to the scent and sight of blood.
Jade: "The bleeding has stopped, but we must treat this properly afterward, alright?"
He looked up as he spoke, only to find you with teary eyes and a face flushed crimson all the way to your ears. He froze for a few seconds before a slow realization dawned on him: Ah... so, she hasn't been ignoring my existence as a male after all.
Jade: (Wearing a perfectly "evil" smile)
You: "Ugh...! Wh-what is that look for!?"
Jade: "Nothing. I was just... appreciating the fact that you truly do perceive me as a member of the opposite sex."
You: "HAAAH!? With a face as good as yours, it's impossible NOT to! Good grief... I've been trying so hard to ignore it this whole time!"
Jade: "And why is that?"
You: "Ugh! It’s because...! Shoving such a ridiculously handsome face this close to me ought to be against the law!"
Jade: "A law I’m unfamiliar with, I'm afraid. Is it perhaps some 'Ramshackle Law' based on the ramshackle spirit of your ramshackle dorm?"
You: "You’re really leaning hard into the 'ramshackle' thing, aren't you?"
Jade: "My apologies."
You: "You really should be!"
You: "To an ordinary citizen of unknown origin like me, you are the 'King of Unattainable Flowers.' If I ever messed up and actually fell for you, I’d have no choice but to become a stalker. I’d end up collecting strands of your hair or something."
Jade: "And would you be able to tell mine apart from Floyd’s?"
You: "Well, Floyd-senpai is also dangerously handsome, so..."
Jade: "If you’re going to stalk me, you really should be able to distinguish between us properly."
You: "You’re asking the impossible."
Jade: "The ones that feel light and slightly fluffy—the way Floyd is—belong to him."
You: "Don't you think being able to tell the difference makes me sound like an even bigger creep?"
Jade: "Well, considering your starting point, I'd say the damage is already done."
You: "I feel like I was just insulted... But never mind that! We’re here for my taste test!"
Jade: "You still haven't given up? Even though your teeth literally couldn't make a dent?"
You: "What do you think I collected all those stamps for!?"
Jade: "Collecting loyalty stamps just to take a bite out of your upperclassman... it’s pure insanity."
You: "You can’t stay sane and survive at NRC."
Jade: "I feel like I was just majorly insulted."
You: "Must be your imagination."
While bickering like this, the flush on your face gradually faded as you returned to your usual pace. Seeing this, Jade extended his hand toward you once more.
Jade: "Please, be my guest."
Jade: "Do be careful of my claws this time."
You: "I was shocked at how sharp they were! Next time, let’s see who’s stronger: your claws or a pumpkin? (Curiosity exploding)"
Jade: "In that case, you’ll have to collect all those stamps again."
You: "I’ll work hard at my part-time job~!"
Jade: "I expect nothing less."
You: "By the way, did you know? Human nails get all soft and flimsy if they’ve been soaking in water for a while."
Jade: "Excuse me... what?"
You pressed your nail against Jade’s palm, showing him how it easily bent backward. Jade’s face went completely blank—he had officially become a "Space Moray." His expression screamed: What could you possibly achieve in life with such pathetic, squishy claws?!
After that shock, it was time for your second Moray-Bite Challenge. You took the index finger he offered, carefully avoided the webbing, and went for it. Chomp.
Jade: "............"
It didn't hurt in the slightest. He felt a sensation of being gripped by something firm, but that was it. Moray eel skin, built to withstand the crushing pressure of the deep sea, was not so soft that it could be torn by a human girl’s teeth. Perhaps if you had truly intended to rip a piece out, you might have caused a spark of pain—but you had no such intent. You just wanted to "take a little nibble." Consequently, you didn't even leave a tooth mark.
You: "That's incredible! It’s like... rubbery? Or like vinyl? It’s cool and bouncy, and even though it doesn't feel rock-hard, I can’t make a dent at all!"
You beamed, looking thoroughly satisfied with your experiment. Gazing down at you, Jade let out a slow, wide smile.
Jade: "Prefect."
You: "Yes?"
Still keeping you perched on his abdomen, Jade shifted his body slightly within the bathtub. With his long, black-clawed fingers, he traced the gill slits that had opened wide along his side.
Jade: "Would you... like to touch these?"
You: "I would LOVE to! (Curiosity exploding)"
Jade: "Go ahead. I don’t mind. But please... be gentle. It is a vital organ, after all."
You: "Whoa..."
Your small, pale fingertips tentatively traced the folds of his gills. It tickled, causing Jade to let out a low, vibrating chuckle.
You: "How deep does this go?"
Jade: "I wonder... I’ve never tested it myself, but I believe it connects directly to my internal organs."
You slid your fingertip a little deeper into the gill slit, exploring the interior.
You: "I’m... actually touching the inside of you right now, aren't I? Oh. I just realized I’m doing something incredibly intimate."
Jade: "You're a bit late to that realization."
You: "True. It doesn't hurt or make you feel sick, does it?"
Jade: "It feels strange, but not to that extent."
You: "Oh, look! When it’s in the shadow, I can see the inside of the gills glowing faintly!"
Jade: "Photophores. They're bioluminescent."
You: "Beautiful..."
After a long while of observing, touching, and satisfying every bit of your curiosity, you were thoroughly pleased.
You: "Thank you so much!"
Jade: "Then, I shall take the transformation potion. Once you've changed your clothes, please wait for me in the lounge."
"Okay!" you replied like a good student. You were beyond satisfied to have touched a merman—a creature that didn't even exist in your original world. Humming a tune, you stood up, moving off of Jade’s body.
You: "Thank you for letting me touch so many things, not just for the bite!"
After thanking him, you went to your room to change out of your soaking wet uniform into loungewear. After hanging your clothes to dry, you headed to the lounge. There, Jade—already back in his human form and dressed in his uniform—was preparing tea as if he owned the place.
Jade: "Shall we have some tea?"
You: "Yay! I love your tea, Jade-senpai. It’s delicious!"
You beamed. But a small "Huh?" flickered in your mind when Jade, having poured tea for two, didn't sit across from you, but right beside you. Wait. Isn't he... a bit close? No, it must be my imagination. I’m overthinking it. You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your gut and took a sip of tea. It was delicious. Fragrant and perfect.
Jade: "By the way, Prefect (Smiling)."
You: "Yes? (Cowering)."
Jade offered a serene smile.
Jade: "If I recall, our contract was for you to 'take a bite' of my merman form. You do admit that touching my gills was an act... outside of that contract, correct?"
You: "Eek!"
You: "B-but Jade-senpai, you're the one who asked me if I wanted to touch them!"
Jade: "I did. However, I don't recall saying there would be no price to pay."
You: "Ah... Ah..."
Jade: "Yes?"
You: "You... you're a predatory swindler..."
Jade: "A 'swindler'? What a nasty thing to say. Though, you did touch my gills—an incredibly sensitive part of a merman’s body—so..."
Jade: "It’s only natural that I receive appropriate compensation. Wouldn't you agree, Prefect?"
You: "Whimper..."
Jade: "That said, I have no desire to be too cruel to a lady. Therefore, Prefect... you'll listen to my modest request, won't you?"
You: "...What are you going to make me do?"
Jade: "It's nothing major."
Jade: "I simply want you to... bite my finger."
You: "Jade-senpai, did you just awaken to some kind of weird fetish?"
Jade: "You know, I could always just open a hole in your body and stick my finger in there instead."
You: "I will bite you with all my heart."
A lightning-fast response. You were, after all, a person who knew when to bow to a superior force. Jade slowly, elegantly slid off his glove. His white, well-formed hand—long-fingered and masculine—was thrust right before your nose.
Jade: "Bite me."
You: "Ugh... I'm being forced into some mysterious roleplay..."
Mumbling your complaints, you opened your mouth.
You: "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"
Jade: "Of course."
Chomp. You sank your teeth into the back of Jade’s index finger. Looking up at him through your lashes to see if he was in pain, you slowly pressed your teeth down harder.
Jade: "You'll have to do better than that."
Jade: "I really don't want to have to put a hole in you, you see?"
You: (This is straight-up blackmail...)
Under duress, you had no choice. You bit down as hard as you possibly could—gyuuuu. If this hurt him, it was his own damn fault.
Just as you thought you’d done enough and started to pull away, you caught sight of his heterochromatic eyes—pupils completely dilated—and flinched. He was terrifying. Why were his pupils blown wide? Why was his gaze so predatory? And yet, why was his face so utterly expressionless? Why was he holding his breath? Am I going to be murdered?!
Maybe his pride as a moray eel—the gangster of the sea—couldn't stand being bitten by a mere weakling? But he’s the one who told me to do it! I don't want to die! Waaaaah! As your jaw lost its strength, you turned a pleading, "please spare my life" gaze toward him.
You: "Um..."
Jade: "Yes?"
You: "Please... have mercy on me..."
Jade blinked, seemingly snapped back to reality by your whispered plea for mercy. After taking a deep, heavy breath—one that remained an absolute mystery to you—he muttered a brief, "My apologies," and withdrew his hand. "That will be enough." Relief washed over you like a tidal wave. You had been spared.
You: "I don't think I bit hard enough to draw blood, but we should disinfect it anyway. Bacteria can be scary. I’ll go grab the first-aid kit."
Jade: "Ah, yes. And I must also tend to the cut you received from my claw."
And so, the two of you ended up sitting there, carefully disinfecting each other's fingers. By the time Jade left the Ramshackle Dorm, he had replaced his gloves as if nothing had happened. You watched him go, feeling a strange new kink awaken as you thought, “There’s a mark from my teeth under that glove right now... that’s kind of hot.” Thoroughly satisfied that your intellectual curiosity had been quenched, you did your laundry, took a bath, and fell into a deep, peaceful slumber. Zzzzz.
Then, Jade’s behavior began to change.
He started fussing over you constantly. Every time you crossed paths, he’d offer a small treat—"Here, have this." When you worked your shift at Mostro Lounge, he personally took charge of making your staff meal. On nights when you weren't working, he would show up at the Ramshackle Dorm unannounced, clutching fresh ingredients—mostly seafood—prepare dinner for you, and then depart.
If anyone dared to bother you, he would appear out of nowhere to "have a chat" with them. If you were struggling with your studies, he was right there to tutor you.
You: "What the...?"
You were terrified. Even your close friends started asking, "Man, what did you do to piss Jade-senpai off so bad?" Convinced that this sudden onslaught of "hospitality" was merely his way of providing a final meal for a death row inmate, you decided to apologize to Jade directly, despite having no idea what you were apologizing for.
You: "Um..."
Jade: "Yes?"
You: "I am... deeply, truly sorry for whatever I did."
Jade, who had been in the middle of cooking dinner in your kitchen, went perfectly still. He turned around slowly.
Jade: "I beg your pardon?"
He tilted his head slightly, a bewildered smile playing on his lips, his brows furrowing just a fraction in a look of troubled confusion. To you, this translated as: "I have no intention of ever forgiving you."
You accepted your impending death. The dinner was delicious.
But naturally, you didn't actually want to die. So, you decided to consult Floyd.
You: "Um..."
Floyd: "Yeah?"
You: "I think I’ve done something to seriously piss Jade-senpai off."
Floyd: "Huh?"
You: "I feel like I’m going to be turned into seafoam any day now. What can I do to save myself?"
Floyd tilted his head, letting out a confused "Hah?" He knew Jade had been acting weird lately, but he was pretty sure "anger" wasn't the right word for it.
Floyd: "Little Shrimpy, what did you do to Jade?"
You: "Well... um..."
Floyd: "Spit it out, already. Or should I hang you upside down and shake it out of you?"
You: "I mean, it was consensual, but..."
Floyd: "Yeah?"
You: "I tried to... eat him."
Floyd: "Little Shrimpy... are you out of your mind?"
You: "Waaaaah! But I got his consent first! And I even filled up my loyalty card at Mostro!!!"
Floyd: "Did Azul give the OK on that deal after being awake for five days straight?"
You: "He went speechless for a second, then just dumped it all on Jade, saying 'I'll leave it to you.'"
Floyd: "So he just couldn't be bothered with your crap anymore."
You: "Well, it’s originally your fault, Floyd-senpai! You kept calling me a weak, pathetic little thing!"
Floyd: "And so you decided to eat Jade? Why not me?"
You: "Because I didn't think you'd let me take a bite!"
Floyd: "And why exactly did you think Jade would be a better target~?"
You: "Because... he seemed like the one I could actually reason with."
Floyd: "Aha~♡ You wanna start a fight?"
"I'll take that bet, you little brat," Floyd growled, leaning in with a menacing grin. You quickly averted your eyes, but it was too late. He pinched your cheeks with his fingertips and stretched them out—myooooooon.
Sentence: Execution by Squishing.
Floyd: "So, Little Shrimpy, didja actually eat Jade?"
You: "I took a nibble."
Floyd: "Well, then it’s simple."
You: "???"
Floyd: "Jade’s just tryin’ to eat you back. You’re tiny, so he probably figured there ain’t enough meat on ya yet. He’s just fattening you up first."
You: "............I see."
You: "So, basically..."
Floyd: "Basically?"
You: "As long as I don’t get fat enough to satisfy Jade-senpai’s appetite, I’m safe from being eaten! Thank you! I think I’ve finally found a way to survive. I’m going to run like my life depends on it. I will keep my weight exactly where it is!"
Floyd couldn't help but think: Yeah, this Little Shrimpy is definitely out of her mind.
Later, Floyd headed back to the dorm for his shift at Mostro Lounge. In the kitchen, he found Jade—smelling of the sea—meticulously removing tiny bones from a large, plump fish with a pair of tweezers.
Floyd: "Watcha doin’?"
Jade: "Prepping."
Floyd: "Since when do you do that so carefully?"
Jade: "I’m planning to bring this to the Prefect. Fufu... Floyd, did you know? The Prefect is so incredibly fragile. She can't even crunch through a tiny fish bone. Here, look."
With a delighted expression, Jade offered his hand—still smelling faintly of fish. There, on the back of his finger, was a faint, tiny set of tooth marks.
Jade: "See? They're so... small."
Jade: "If I don't protect her, she’ll surely perish in an instant." Floyd: "And that’s why you’re fussin’ over her so much?"
Jade: "Indeed. I know land-dwelling women are small, but the Prefect seems particularly diminutive even by their standards. Perhaps she is malnourished. She must eat plenty and grow strong. Fufu... Is this what they call maternal... no, paternal instincts?"
That is definitely not it, Floyd thought. Giving up on trying to correct him, he just gave a half-hearted, "Ah, yeah. Maybe." He knew there was likely only one real reason a male would frequent a female’s nest, protecting her and providing constant meals. But Floyd wanted no part of this mess, so he looked away as his twin went right back to busily deboning the fish.
[Fin] A rom-com about a Prefect with exploding curiosity and a Jade-senpai who mistakes his obsessive "Must Protect This Creature" urge for fatherly love.
a small AU where Yuu finds himself in Twst but a different era, the technological advancement is not really comparable to the earth and the mirror to attribute to Yuu the role of "king of hearts" by the mirror... it is AU not at all developed
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A/n: A quick Rook x reader drabble with you as Ramshackle's prefect.
TW: Rook's staker-ish habits. He would kindly stop if you ask, but you'd have to find out he's doing it in the first place.
Rook had always been forthcoming about his avoidance to strong fragrance items. Scent--or lack thereof--was a hunter's biggest necessity in a game of chase, and he preferred to always have the advantage in such a case.
Which is why it confused Vil more when he just so happened to notice the bottles of fragrance sprays and lotions lined across the top of his vanity. A variety of brands and bottles, and all with not even a drop of product missing from their containers.
Each one was entirely new, as if they had just been pulled from their boxes and left to collect the sunshine that danced through the stained glass in the mornings.
His huntsman was a bit eccentric, yes, he would admit it. But Rook had always been that way, and he certainly had never meant any harm by it. He always had a reason behind his motives.
Still, the sight confused him.
They weren't his own, or--thankfully--Neige branded items, which he could have at least understood. Vil still couldn't stand looking at Rook's bed-set because of it. Instead, they were across a wide array of prices and brand names that he could never understand why the hunter had amassed such a collection.
"Ah! You have noticed it, have you?" Said blonde chirped, all too excited to share whatever he had to say with his Housewarden. "Nothing escapes your sharp eyes. As expected of our Roi du Poison."
A perfectly styled brow twitched as Vil turned to glance at Rook.
"I thought you said you did not dabble in perfumes. It was hassle enough trying to get some on you for orientation, and yet--" His hand gestured lightly to the bottles. "Here you are with a stash of lotions and designer fragrances. All unused. Is there such a point to this?"
The huntsman just gave an all-too-innocuous smile, hand over his heart as he bowed his hat-laden head just slightly. "Oui. I did not deceive you when I said I do not wear fragrances, Dear Vil. Fragrances are still a hunter's greatest weakness." Under the shadow of his brim, the corners of his eyes crinkled in that way when he was skirting around the subject--when he refused to tell more than what he deemed a person should know.
"I have simply found myself in the interest of collecting such an intricate collection. The Trickster has quite the intriguing taste that I cannot help but find myself drawn to understand it more!"
Ah, so this was about the Prefect from Ramshackle, then. Vil couldn't say that he was surprised considering how sharp of an interest Rook had begun to find in you. Still, he couldn't help but subtlely voice his concern "Just see that this obsession does not go too far." His arms crossed gracefully across his chest. "A collection like this that is made to collect dust is a waste of money and a waste of product. I assume you would not be so frivolously wasteful."
"Ah, how beautifully conscientious you are--as always!" Rook sighed blissfully, flicking the brim of his hat and knocking the band back slightly on his head, black feather dancing with the movement. "Rest assured, My Fairest Queen. There is no need to worry, as they will be used to their fullest extent. Not one single drop shall go to waste."
He probably should've questioned it, yes, but there was no doubt that the hunter would simply avoid the topic if it wasn't deemed worth sharing. So--instead--Vil simply nodded in acknowledgement before bringing their conversation back on their previous topic, needing advice on how to train the freshmen for an upcoming charity banquet.
Over at Ramshackle, you were beginning to feel like you were slowly losing your mind.
You noticed a strange pattern when it came to using your fragrance items. Every time you'd find yourself using the last little drop of your bottles, fully intent on buying a new one when you had the chance, you'd turn around and find it back on your dresser. Except, now it was completely full; Not a single little ounce missing, as if it was some magician's refilling glass. Even stranger was the fact that sometimes there would be new items.
As in, you'd never purchased them to begin with. Entirely new products that--even more terrifyingly--would be perfect in its fragrance notes. Every single part of a scent that you liked in your other products, the new container would have the exact match. It was like it had been expertly hand-picked just for your tastes; Rarely ever did you receive a scented product that you didn't end up liking. It was frightening and you couldn't help but feel like someone was taking note of everything about you.
Of course, as you steadily spiraled in your room--just outside the rotted walls of Ramshackle--the rustle of glass and a low French croon echoed out across the grass before fading deep within the dense woods. A shimmering purple fluttering in the gentle breeze with steps unheard.
A Knight Must Protect... In His Master's Name!! (previously!)
Sebek x Reader
tags: fluff! ROMANTIC SEBEKKKKKKK! epilogue for the previous story, subtle romantic gestures because we need more sebek content.
The morning was crisp, rinsed clean by the night’s storm. Puddles reflected the pale stretch of sky, the courtyard alive with the murmur of students drifting between lectures. And there—standing as if carved from the very stone itself—was Sebek Zigvolt.
His posture, stiff as ever, betrayed nothing. So when you approached, his breath hitched, a momentary lapse, as if your presence alone had nudged something improper within him.
You stopped before him, his coat folded neatly in your arms.
“I washed it for you.” you said with a smile.
“You… what?” Sebek blinked. A pause. A too-long silence.
“I washed it.” you repeated, fingers smoothing idly over the fabric. “By hand. I didn’t want to ruin it—it looked expensive.”
A mistake. A huge miscalculation.
Sebek stilled, the weight of your words pressing down upon him with unrelenting force. His coat—his knight’s coat—had passed through your hands, had been cradled, wrung free of water, pressed between your fingers with care, with deliberation, with tenderness.
You had tended to it as if it were something precious.
His throat went dry, refusing to utter a single chord of voice.
“Oh, actually…” You tilted the coat slightly, fingertips ghosting over something delicate, something hidden just beneath the fold. “While I was washing it, I noticed this.”
Silver thread. Elegant, deliberate.
Sebek Zigvolt.
Embroidery, a knight’s mark of identity—now held between your hands. Tracing it lightly, your voice was warm and amused. “You have your name stitched inside?”
Sebek’s entire soul collapsed in on itself.
You were touching his name. You had discovered it. Not only that, but you had run your fingers over it with quiet admiration, as if his very name were something to be studied, something to be known.
Paired with your words that came softly, unconcerned, unaware of the war you had waged upon his composure.
“This must be really good quality.” you mused. “It kept me warm the whole time.”
A low, shattering pause.
Sebek’s heartbeat rioted. His world tilted. Warm. You had worn his coat. You had carried his warmth, breathed it, wrapped yourself in it.
Something snapped in his resolve. And before he could stop himself— he stepped forward.
Close. Too close. Taking every audacity to be in your space is already felt like stepping into a grand ball. That he shouldn't be there even.
His breath fanned near your cheek as he leaned down reaching you, his frame blocking out the world behind him, the scent of rain and leather and something deeply, deeply him enveloping the space between you.
“… Keep it.”
The words were soft, secretive, nearly drowned beneath the wind.
“Huh?” You blinked confused and looking up at him.
Sebek swallowed hard, his voice—when it came again—quieter, lower, almost… shy.
“Keep it.” he repeated. “If it kept you warm… then it is yours now.”
A heartbeat followed by a mistake. Fatal, irrevocable mistake.
Because just as you began to answer, just as your lips parted, just as your fingers curled slightly into the coat’s fabric—
Sebek, in his own absolute, unshakable sincerity, said something that should never have been uttered so casually.
“Besides… I like the thought of my coat wrapped around you.”
Has the world suddenly stopped? The breath hitched in your throat. The warmth bloomed dangerously across your skin.
Sebek, ever so disastrously unaware of the weight of his words, merely nodded to himself, as if this were the most logical thing in the world.
Out of nowhere, a cheeky voice from a far making scandalous comment— “Is Sebek Zigvolt FLIRTING?”
Sebek’s entire existence detonated.
His ears flared crimson. His breath caught violently. His grip on the coat tightened as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality.
Realization came onto him as if it were raining, quick and nonstop hitting onto him. A full-body, cataclysmic understanding of what he had just said.
“I— I MUST GO!”
The words cracked—broken, wounded, completely beyond salvation.
And then—he turned and fled.
Not walked. Not jogged.
Fled.
You stood frozen, stunned, heart hammering like a trapped bird.
Sebek’s coat, still in your grasp. Sebek’s name, still traced in silver thread beneath your fingers. Sebek’s words, still burning at the edges of your thoughts.
Lilia, watching from a distance, eyes gleaming with pure amusement. “My, my,” he murmured, tilting his head. “I do hope you treasure that coat. He’ll be thinking about this for weeks.”
You exhaled, looking down at the embroidered letters once more.
Slowly—oh, so slowly—a smile curled at your lips.
🍨: i wanna make few cute headcanon of sebek but i wonder what the topic for it would be~
