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The Tallest Get Headpats (HC)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Malleus, Jack, Floyd, Jade, Sebek, Leona, Vil, Idia, Trey, Rook, Cater, Azul, Silver with gn!Reader.

Warning: None

Prompt: Short reader tries to pat his head.

A/N: Arranged by tallest to shortest for everyone above 175 cm.

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Malleus appeared surprised at first, given that no one had tried to reach for or pat his head, not even Lilia - at least not after Malleus became an adult.

He found your act endearing as it was rare for anyone to show affection towards him.

Smiling gently, he bent down to make it easier for you to pat his head. The prince was more than happy to accept your pats, though he didn't know the reason behind your sweet action. But he wasn't complaining.

Malleus was amused and happy as he studied your sparkling eyes. "(Y/n), you are adorable. I could consume you whole."

Shifting your eyes to Malleus, you looked at him questioningly, to which he laughed.

Jack tensed up and became uncomfortable as he was not used to displays of affection.

His first instinct was to grab your hand and glare at you, but then he remembered you were his girlfriend/boyfriend. The last thing he wanted was to scare or intimidate you.

When he saw the sparkle in your eyes, he figured it was your way to show affection. So, Jack bent down to your height and smiled, letting you pat his head.

As long as you don't try to grab or touch his ears, he will let you pat his head as much as you like.

Floyd looked at you with scrunched eyebrows as you jumped up and down with your arm stretched up. What were you trying to do?

Without warning, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up, making you squeal in surprise. But he helped you reach your goal, and you took that to your advantage and patted his head.

His confusion turned into amusement as he laughed. "Shrimpy, all you had to do was tell me you wanted to pat my head."

After he put you back on the ground, Floyd pinched your cheeks and harmlessly teased you about your height. "If you're gonna do that again, I will charge you for it by stealing kisses from you."

Jade observed your efforts to reach his head with an amused and curious expression. He didn't know what he did or said to where it pushed you to want to pat his head.

Seeing that the two of you were alone, Jade removed his hat and bent down to your height. He watched you with a soft smile as you enjoyed a rare moment of vulnerability and openness.

Once you were satisfied, Jade tenderly pressed his lips to your forehead. "I feel the need to borrow Floyd's words. I wish to consist you as you are too cute to resist."

Sebek was lecturing someone for stepping out of line, and once he was done, he turned to face you. He was surprised to see you standing on a chair and was about to yell at you to get down.

But when you touched his head, Sebek became silent. He was flustered and confused as he was not accustomed to such personal and sweet gestures.

Averting his eyes, Sebek tried to think of something to say to you. He didn't think yelling at you to back away would be a good idea; your head pat was a gesture of admiration for him, so he didn't want to scare you.

Once you stopped, Sebek awkwardly reached his hand to your head and gave you slightly but unintentionally rough head pats. He didn't know what else he was supposed to do.

The lion watched you struggle for a moment before you left and returned with a stepping stool. He was confused and amused, wondering what you planned to do.

When your hand touched his head, Leona stiffened and raised an eyebrow, giving you a questioning look.

He grumbled something about you trying to invade his personal space and trying to touch his ears without his permission. But deep down, he secretly appreciated the affectionate gesture.

"Herbivore, don't think you'll get away with it the next time." Though he warned you to never do that again, Leona secretly hoped you would pat his head again.

As soon as he removed his crown and let his hair down, you stepped up on his vanity mirror's stool. Vil noticed you in the reflection of the mirror and was about to ask you to get down, but then you patted his head.

Vil was surprised and taken aback, given that no one dared to invade his personal space, especially not in this manner.

Though he wasn't happy about his hair being touched, Vil found your way of showing his affection unique and cute.

His eyes remained soft, but his voice was stern. "Keep your back and shoulders straight. Your head pats are slightly rough and will damage my hair, so lighten your touch."

As he watched you follow his instructions without protest, Vil chuckled to himself. You were truly adorable.

He heard you sneaking up behind him as he examined Ortho's new armor parts but didn't think much of it. Until he heard something like constant jumping.

Turning around, Idia saw you motion him to bend down. Without thinking much, he gave in to your request. But when you patted his head, Idia squealed slightly and backed away. He was not used to physical contact and definitely not used to direct displays of affection.

You still didn't give up and got close to him with a warm smile. Idia followed your hand to his hair and watched you pat it gently.

Though frozen in place, he couldn't deny that your gesture made him feel warm and fuzzy.

As soon as he saw you jumping up with your hand stretched up, Trey knew what you were trying to do. His younger sibling had tried the same thing on him various times.

With a smile, he bent down, let you remove his hat, and pat his head until you were satisfied.

In return, he placed his hand on your head, and you expected him to give you head pats; instead, he tussled your hair, ruining your hairstyle.

When you protested, Trey laughed. "You still look cute, so why are you upset?"

Rook studied you briefly but directly asked what you were trying to do. When you told him you wanted to pat his head, he removed his hat and graciously bowed.

Giggling, you gave him a few head pats. But once you were done, Rook spoke loudly, startling you. "Mon coeur!"

With a chivalrous demeanor, the hunter got down on one knee and took your hand. He pressed his lips to the back of your hand.

His eyes sparkled as he flashed you a so-in-love smile. "Mon/Ma chéri(e), your endearing gesture had awakened my dormant heart. From this moment forth, mon coeur est à toi!"

Silver curiously watched you getting onto the garden's low retention wall. But he quickly hurried close to you when you stood up on it because he didn't want you to lose your balance and hurt yourself.

However, he didn't expect you to pat his head. For a moment, he stared at you, surprised, but soon, a gentle smile tugged on his lips.

He might not have said anything, but Silver appreciated your sweet gesture. As you patted his head, he stood still, enjoying the warmth and comfort your gesture brought to his heart.

Cater was surprised when you reached for his head and patted it in the middle of the conversation. He didn't know what he did to deserve a head pat, but Cater was happy. Out of habit, he took out his phone and snapped a selfie, capturing the moment permanently.

He pinched your cheeks. "You are too cute."

Without warning, Cater picked you up and spun you around, laughing with you. When he put you down, Cater brought his face down to your height and placed your hand on top of his head again.

Azul noticed you watching him like a hawk as he moved around his office. He wasn't sure why you were looking at him that way but didn't think much of it.

When he sat down, he saw you spring up from your seat and hurry towards him. Although, Azul never expected you wanted to pat his head.

Initially, he was surprised and tensed up but quickly regained his composure. He analyzed your intentions and wondered why you were showing his affection out of nowhere. But Azul was unable to find anything that was out of place.

The octopus sighed and chuckled as he shrugged and let you pat his head. It was just another step to deepening his connection with you, so Azul accepted your head pats quietly.

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Violence Is The Way To Floyd’s Heart

You/Reader, basically murdering some guys:

Floyd, sighing: Shrimpy’s just so sexy…

Azul: Floyd… They are actually attempting to murder these people! *only worried about the bail fee*

Floyd: Okay, yeah… but they’re still super hot.

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fluff prompt no 8 for Jade and Floyd? (congrats on 100 btw!)

“You’re warm, so I’m not letting you get up.”

Omg??? a post?? It's a miracle

I either need a raise or a vacation from my job. I'm fucking exhausted. Finally I get a day off

Sigh

Floyd

Sunlight shone brightly from between the half closed curtains that the prefevt never bothered to fully close

They'd peered between them the previous night in anticipation of their lover's arrival and wrapped up in their excitement when he let himself in, they'd forgotten

Now, at 7 in the morning, they faced the consequences of their negligence

Being so rudely awoken by the rising sun in their eyes as their bedmate clung onto them tightly

Even in his sleep, he enjoyed squeezing them it seemed

They ran one hand through his hair gently, the other busy shielding their eyes from the invasive shine of morning light

Impulsively, during on of his moods, Floyd had insisted on staying over, not letting the prefect have even a split second to debate

He'd approached them during lunch hour, normal grin ever present as he slung an arm over their shoulders, stopping them before they could make it to their usual seat

Heya, Koebi-chan~

He'd laughed at them as they jumped, startled by sudden appearance

I'll be comin' over later, yeah? We're gonna have a sleepover~

And just as quickly as he'd come, he'd gone without giving them a chance to speak

After the rest of the day's classes, they had gone back to their dorm, cleaning any messes and making various preparations for their slumber party with Floyd

As soon as he'd arrived he'd gone straight to their room, spotting them from the window they'd looked for him out of

Now here they were, lying in his vice grip as he snored away to their left

They'd let him sleep for a while, admiring his face while he drooled away on their pillows

His position looked uncomfortable, but he seemed completely unbothered by it

It was a while before they finally decided to try and get up, determining that it was in fact time for them to make breakfast.

However, as he felt their shifting his grip around them grew tighter and he let out an annoyed whine

They laughed quietly, looking down at him, seeing his heterochromatic eyes staring at them

His pout is obvious despite his face being half obscured

I need to go make us breakfast, silly.

He closes his eyes again, ignoring their comment and opting to move so he's lying on top of them

Koebi-chan is warm~ I'm not letting you get up~

They sighed at his childishness, but went back to carding their fingers through his hair

It looks like breakfast would have to wait

Jade

It was after closing at Mostro Lounge

The cleaning had just been finished and now the two sat upon one of the couches in the VIP room.

Floyd had already called it a night and Azul was out handling business, so Jade was in charge of the nightly paperwork for the time being.

They'd watched as the quill he held moved quickly across the paper, waiting patiently for him to complete the work assigned to him

When he'd finally finished up and they'd coaxed him onto the couch with them to relax

They'd rested their back against the arm of the sofa and pulled him between their legs.

His back was pressed against their torso, his head against their chest as they rubbed his shoulders lightly

Needy, are we?

He'd teased them, flashing them his sharp teeth, only for them to respond with a playful roll of their eyes

Smug, are we?

They mimicked him jokingly, a small smile tugging at their lips

He hummed quietly, an amusement swimming in his expression

He reveled in the attention, seldom experiencing being taken care of as he does his brother and Azul

And in return they admired the relaxed demeanor he wore as they continued to lightly rub tension from his shoulders

They stayed like that for a while, even long after the prefect had removed their hands from his shoulders

Jade...

They called his name quietly to get his attention

Yes, prefect?

With gentle hands they wrapped their arms around him in an embrace, resting their chin atop his head, voice a tired drawl

S'getting late. Wanna call it a night...

He hums mischievously, a smile crossing his face

You're quite warm and I'm very comfortable. I don't think I'm going to be letting you get up.

They whine quietly, but stop moving to allow him his comfort.

A small laugh rumbles in his chest at their response

A little while longer wouldn't hurt

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An Eerie Laugh Ensues Your Words

Floyd throwing his head onto your lap after bothering you for the past hour as you were doing homework: Tell me I’m pretty Shrimpy!

You/Reader, stroking his head lovingly: You’re pretty fucking annoying, that’s what you are, darling.

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Waking up with Floyd Leech

summary: Waking up in the blind hours of the morning, you and Floyd undress each other, bubble baths, you propose to Floyd in all meanings except no rings, Floyd Leech gets flustered from heartfelt words, making out; in no particular order. tags: mentions of past injury (hot water) but reader is ok! , GN reader reposted from my previous main @ / twistedchatterboxed

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You were barely awake when you felt a pair of very happy hands on your form, picking you up with a gentleness you’ve always known, and you found yourself thinking a very familiar train of thought; Floyd Leech is an amazing boyfriend. Not many would understand, agree, or even expect such an answer, most people would probably call you delusional or gone in the head for even suggesting it; but not many could ever look beyond the surface, let alone bother to get close enough to see all the layers there is to this unexpectedly adapting boy.

You giggled sleepily at the raspberries blown at your neck from a smiling pair of lips you recognised the feel of so well; but you yawned and settled into his hold anyway, knowing he would never drop you. He always handled you with a delicate touch, you are his shrimpy! And since he’s your eel, he’s gotta protect you, he could never hurt you. He was always so serious about it too, growing up witnessing the love between his parents, his grandparents, sleeping with the tales about the mermaid princess, Floyd always loved the idea of love, but found that he loved you even more than that.

You’d always be so much fun, but then you became much more important than fun; Floyd Leech has always been a bit spoiled, no could deny him what he wanted, Jade would not let them, his parents would get him what he wants, but this was different, he wanted you for good. And whether anyone else believed it or not, Floyd has always been adaptive to emotions, he knew very well what feelings were like, he was famous for the sour moods of his after all, but he also understood it all very well, even the loveliest ones. When you held your arms a bit higher so you could circle them around his neck, he let you, even peppered your face in kisses to go alongside your sleepy smile.

You yawned as you felt his hands caress your hair, and Floyd just laughed; he knew you were not saying what others would have assumed, you humans simply did this thing while waking and sleepy, but you were so cute so he’d always let you!

Murmuring with a kiss and a nuzzle to his collarbone, You did not complain upon being picked up fully off the bed, this is something you recognise by heart at this point: strong arms and laughter that’s almost distant but so warm to even your sleepy state, most people would be terrified, but you wouldn’t be here if you were most people anyway. His little shrimpy, his lovely little shrimpy; he loves you very very much, you think, and smile at the thoughts that rise as you nuzzle onto his skin, inhaling his natural scent with a breath. He smells like the sea, but so sweet, and just subtly minty, it’s a mix of things that suit him. Underneath the layers of sea salt and mint, he smells like vanilla and ice cream, it’s endearing to think about how well that describes him you think in the back of your subconscious mind.

Being brought to the bath was, well, something that happened; you were never not used to it but that was not to say it didn’t shock you at all, it was difficult to put a name on this feeling, but you grew to like it anyway. His steps were quiet as he allowed you to snooze, not even dropping you in the bath; Floyd was not a moron, contrary to popular belief, he knew very well what could hurt people even if he feigned ignorance and was very ‘playful’ about it. Floyd did not want to hurt you by being careless and dropping you, he had one hand cradling your head and the back of your neck; knowing that was the most vulnerable part of you.

He blew some cold air onto your face and giggled at your bemused expression as you did the same thing back, gently rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and stretching to wake up your sleeping body, slowly but surely. Floyd gently set you down on the edge of the bath, supporting your back so that you wouldn’t slip, murmuring such a lovely “Good morning” with a smile that was never seen away from you. You yawned a drowsy “Mhm”, blinking and focusing your eyes until they stopped trying to close idly, “Good morning,” you whispered with a smile.

Many would expect him to throw you into pools or the bath, not caring; but he cared very very much, far above and beyond the bare minimum. Floyd Leech has always been so much better of a boyfriend than they’d ever believe, there was never a “oh he wouldn’t care” in your relationship, he’d always remember things that mattered; your favourite songs, the outfits that made you feel confident, the places that made you anxious, the people you didn’t like, the things you were too shy to buy on your own, when and where to buy things you needed for you anytime he noticed you were running low or forgot… and even your favourite snacks, you mused as you noticed the fruits resting on the chair he must’ve dragged here to set plates on.

Not to say he was never playful; that’d be a lie. He’d set himself between your knees and lift your shirt off you with a chuckle as he watched your gears turn with a blush until you laughed, tugging the waistband off your bottoms while he undid the buttons of his pyjamas in a jolly humm. You’d get in the bath together, with you lying on his chest, a position both of you have always been fond of. The darkness of the room could never be unnerving when you were held so gently by those arms, he’d gently squeeze you every now and then to remind you. You’d nuzzle right in too, lying on your left side so that his dominant hand could toy with your right, always fascinated by your hands. He just loved holding you so much, he’d chirp cheerfully and you loved that noise far more than either of you would willingly admit.

Those chirps, built in noises to communicate, he’d had those ever since he was a tiny elver. Noises he knew and used even before he understood what speaking meant, no one else other than you would hear those nowadays; Jade would probably poke fun at him and sour his mood, and it was none of Azul’s business what he sounded like when chirping. It was always you who made him so happy; those chirping noises bubbled up in his throat with affection, he loved you so much he could not physically show you the full extent of his adoration.

So, he’d bite you a little on your exposed shoulder, nibbling and moving across to bite the place between your neck and leaning to your shoulder, a small little bite of affection; you’d grown used to it, simply relaxing and leaning to your side so that he had more room to work with, trusting him not to hurt you. He peppered kisses across your skin, happy as ever knowing the faith you put in him. And you laughed with a subtle nod.

When your stomach growled the tiniest bit in hunger, Floyd was not the one who’d poke fun; why would he? He woke you up so early, so you got hungry earlier than other days, that’s why he brought food with him like a good mate! He’d reach out of the tub to grab some berries and feed them to you between his claws, yes, claws, he was in his moray form after all. The ‘tub’ being big enough to be considered a pool by most people was made to accommodate his mer-form, even as he laid closer to the edge and cuddled you in a warm bubble bath before the crack of dawn.

You knew Floyd must’ve gotten an idea when you saw the way his fins flapped and his smile broadened. Placing a plump strawberry between his teeth, he gently lifted you on his chest, inviting you closer: That strawberry had no right to be so tasty when you tasted it on his lips and kiss. You let out a comfortable sigh, ever contempt in the way his lips felt on yours, lazily circling your arms around his neck and leaning in, you savoured the moment. He’d place a hand on the small of your back, as if you’d ever stop kissing him of your own will, your cheek rested against his as you sighed, his gills flapping at the feeling of warm air.

He’d give you a comfortable hug as he laid down a bit more, letting you lay on top of him like a weighted blanket, sometimes he’d feed you, sometimes you’d feed him, nuzzling noses, cooing at his chirping noises, in love with the way he sounds, you’d ignore the outside world, forget about phone alarms that he may or may not have turned off, letting him love you, care about you. Massaging the oils into your skin and scrubbing away the knots on your back, you’d simply melt into his magic touch and let him do as he pleased.

Floyd Leech is a wonderful boyfriend. You’d say at any given chance, regardless of what anyone else had to say about it, after all, they’d pause and wallow in shame when you clapped back, asking them how they’d know better than you, did they think you were nothing but a naive fool? Moments like this made you so proud to be the one who’d tell those people to shut up; because Floyd Leech really loved you so much, even if he was cheeky about it. You knew what he meant though, and it didn’t matter what others thought.

You were brought back to wonderland from your daydream-land when you felt him gently wash the soap off your body, saying something about his shrimpy being sleepy; you blushed, sheepishly mumbling with an averted gaze “Well.. I was thinking about how you are such a good boyfriend” and his hands stopped the action with the thump of his heart for that moment, when you looked at him again; you saw his flustered state and widened eyes, only for him to blink and avert your eyes this time.

You swear your heart leaps for him, this loverboy has your heart in his claws and he holds you so gently. How could you not love him as much as he loved you? With such kind hands, and he never let his adoration be secret, you were confident he’d shout it from rooftops if you asked; even if he was always shy about it when you got so intimate with meaningful words.

“I love you,” said softly, holding so much happiness in such a tiny string of words, “you hold my heart, and i wanna be yours to keep if you’ll have me.” and you meant every word, some would call you a fool and tell you that he was fooling with you; but you’d tell him that if that was a code-name for your long-term commitment to him? You’d take it, and you’d brag about it too. He looked so stunned but so .. relieved once he processed it, never has anyone seen Floyd Leech look so in peace. People would have said it was terrifying, but you loved it, but you loved him too; so, maybe you’ve always been just a different case.

You were proposing in all but without rings to him barely the crack of dawn, making out in a bubble bath, after all; maybe it’s fitting that you fit him and his tempo so well; there was not a single other soul on earth or under the water’s surface who could say they were this in sync with Floyd Leech, or, on the flip-side, you.

His arms circled your form gently, holding you like glass; it was a habit he has kept from the time you got injured during a shift at monstro lounge, some dumb guppy spilt boiled water along your back and your screams of agony still haunts him, Jade and Azul even now. They don’t let you in the kitchen not because they don’t trust you but rather that they don’t trust the kitchen, if anything. Floyd especially was frozen to see you in such pain, caring for you so tenderly until you were okay again was torture of its own, only because he hated to see you hurt. But he knew he had to stay, eel’s must protect their shrimpies, after all.

“As if I’d ever let you go anyway,” Floyd murmured as you nuzzled up to his neck with a smile. Protectiveness has always been a trait engraved in him, so you never understood why others expected Love to be such a foreign concept to someone so caring.

“I love you too” he spoke, muffled barely by your hair when he mumbled “ so you better say it back always, shrimpy,” you’d oblige that heartfelt request for as long as your heart beat.

Floyd Leech is a lovely, cheeky boyfriend; and a caring future husband. You mused with a smile on your face, waking up in the dark, in a warm bath, in the arms of this adorable guy, “I love you too.”.

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