#twst

[ryllen]

hyperfixation

[solxamber]

Imagine having mc take care of dorm leaders that turned into animals like riddle a hedgehog, leona a lion, Azul a octopus, kalim an otter, vil would definitely be a peacock, idia would be a cat, and lastly malleus a dragon. They would definitely turned into animals due to some spell and I mean imagine seeing a huge dragon outside the ramshackle dorm, it would be really shocking and funny at the same time. 😆

Zoo Tycoon: Housewarden Edition

In which they accidentally turn into animals.

a/n: i started vibrating the minute I saw this because that's such a cute concept and I have no self control so here we go

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle turning into a hedgehog was not on your to-do list today. But alas, here you were, holding a furious, tomato-colored hedgehog that refused to be handled by anyone but you.

“Aw, look at his little face!” Ace cooed, leaning in way too close.

Riddle puffed up, his tiny spines bristling in pure indignation. You could practically feel the how dare you emanating from his quivering form.

Deuce, ever the voice of concern, scratched his head. “What do we do now? Can he… even turn back?”

Ace smirked. “Maybe we just keep him like this. He’s a lot cuter when he can’t yell at us.”

Riddle launched himself at Ace’s hand, delivering a swift poke with his needle-sharp snout. Ace yelped, flailing backward dramatically. “Okay, okay! Geez, he’s still scary even like this.”

You cradled Riddle closer to your chest, where he settled down, still glaring daggers at the others. Somehow, he was perfectly content in your hands, even though he practically vibrated with rage whenever anyone else got near.

As the day went on, Riddle’s hedgehog antics only grew.

At lunch, he sat on your lap, sniffing your sandwich like a tiny food inspector. “You want a bite?” you teased, holding out a crumb.

His tiny paw batted it away with a disdainful look. Well, as disdainful as a hedgehog could manage. He turned his head toward the teapot, making his intentions very clear.

“Oh, of course. Tea for the hedgehog,” Ace snorted. “This is getting ridiculous.”

Later, in the library, Riddle climbed onto your textbook, curling up into a spiky ball to block your reading. You tried to nudge him gently. “Riddle, I need to study.”

He uncurled just enough to glare at you, his beady eyes burning with absolute authority. Message received: study time was over.

By nightfall, you were exhausted. Riddle was perched on a pillow next to you, looking surprisingly regal for a tiny woodland creature.

“Alright, Your Majesty,” you said, rubbing your temples. “How do we turn you back? Should we call Professor Crewel? Or maybe Professor Trein?”

Riddle chirped in protest, clearly not a fan of either option.

Deuce had another bright idea. “What if it’s, like, a true love’s kiss thing? Isn’t that how these fairy tale curses usually work?”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s ridiculous.”

But Riddle fixed you with a surprisingly intense hedgehog stare, his little nose twitching.

“Wait, are you… agreeing?” you asked, mildly horrified.

Ace snickered. “Do it. Kiss the hedgehog. For science.”

After much internal debate (and external heckling), you sighed and leaned down to press a soft kiss to Riddle’s tiny forehead.

There was a burst of light, and suddenly, you were nose-to-nose with a very human, very flustered Riddle Rosehearts.

He scrambled backward, covering his face with his hands. “W-well, that was… unexpected.”

“Unexpected?” you echoed. “You asked for it!”

Ace howled with laughter in the background. “So it was true love’s kiss! You two are so gross!”

Riddle glared at him, but his ears were still bright red as he turned to you. “I suppose… I owe you my gratitude. And, um…” He cleared his throat, fidgeting. “Would you—if it’s not too much trouble—consider going out with me?”

You blinked. “Wait, you’re asking me out now?”

Riddle crossed his arms. “You did kiss me. It’s only proper!”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Sure, Hedgehog Prince. Let’s go on a date.”

Riddle muttered something about proper decorum, but his small smile said he wasn’t too upset about it.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona turning into an actual lion wasn’t even the weirdest thing that had happened this week, but it was definitely in the top five.

“C’mon, Prefect.” Ruggie grinned as he all but shoved you into Leona’s room, slamming the door behind you before you could protest. “I got stuff to do, and someone’s gotta deal with him. He only listens to you anyway!”

You turned to find Leona—the lion version—lounging on his bed like the world’s crankiest housecat. His massive paws stretched lazily, his eyes locking onto you with the unmistakable air of finally, someone competent.

“Uh, hi, Leona,” you ventured, waving awkwardly.

He grumbled, a low rumble of approval that shook the floorboards, and flicked his tail in a way that said, Don’t leave.

It became clear very quickly that Lion Leona was just as much of a diva as Human Leona.

First, he refused to eat the steak that Ruggie brought him, pawing at it disdainfully until you had to personally cut it into perfect bite-sized pieces. He made a satisfied grunt after his meal, flopping down at your feet like you were the royal food taster he’d personally hired.

Then, there was the grooming incident.

“Leona, you have something stuck in your mane,” you said, pointing to a suspicious tangle.

He gave you a look that said, And?

Sighing, you grabbed a brush and carefully worked out the knot. To your shock, Leona let out a rumble that sounded suspiciously similar to a purr.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He blinked slowly, the feline equivalent of a smirk.

Ruggie, ever the opportunist, couldn’t resist stopping by to witness the chaos.

“Wow, Prefect, he’s basically a giant kitten with you around,” Ruggie teased, leaning against the doorframe.

Leona growled, a low warning rumble that sent Ruggie scurrying back. “Okay, okay! Sheesh, no need to get territorial. Have fun babysitting!”

You sighed, scratching behind Leona’s ears. “You’re really not helping my case, y’know.”

Leona just huffed and leaned into your touch, clearly unbothered.

By the end of the day, you were sprawled on the bed next to Leona, who was taking up approximately 80% of the mattress.

“You’re kinda cute like this,” you admitted, running your fingers through his mane. “Not that you’re not cute normally, but… y’know. Less grumpy.”

He gave you a look that somehow conveyed I am never not grumpy.

Feeling bold (and maybe a little delirious from exhaustion), you leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead.

There was a sudden, blinding flash of light, and before you could process what was happening, Leona was back in his human form, lounging beside you with his trademark smirk.

“Well, well,” he drawled, propping himself up on one elbow. “Didn’t know you felt that way, herbivore.”

You spluttered. “I—what—this was true love’s kiss?! That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever—”

He leaned closer, cutting off your rant with a low chuckle. “Guess that means you’re stuck with me now. So… dinner? Or are you gonna keep brushing my hair all night?”

Your brain short-circuited, but you managed a weak, “Dinner sounds good.”

Leona smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “Smart choice.”

From outside, Ruggie’s muffled voice shouted, “Hey, did it work? Can I come back now, or is he still a murder machine?”

Leona groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Sevens, someone muzzle that guy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning into Leona’s side. Maybe being stuck with him wasn’t such a bad deal after all.

Azul Ashengrotto

To be fair, you weren’t exactly surprised when Jade and Floyd ambushed you outside Mostro Lounge. Their grins alone screamed mischief.

“Shrimpy~,” Floyd sing-songed, grabbing you by the arm. “C’mon, we need your help.”

“Azul’s having a little… situation,” Jade added with a cryptic smile. “And we think you’re the only one who can help.”

Before you could protest, you were unceremoniously dragged into Mostro Lounge, through a hidden door, and deposited in front of a massive aquarium. Inside was—

“Is that an octopus?” you asked, squinting.

The octopus—no, wait, Azul—floated pathetically in the corner, looking as done with life as an eight-legged creature could manage.

“Yep,” Floyd said cheerfully. “Boss turned himself into an octopus. Wouldn’t let anyone near him, though, so…”

Jade handed you a bottle filled with suspiciously glowing liquid. “Breathing potion. You’re going in.”

“Excuse me?!”

Before you could escape, Floyd picked you up like a sack of potatoes and dumped you into the tank.

You flailed briefly, realizing the potion worked—thank Sevens—but also realizing you were now face-to-face with Octopus Azul.

“Uh, hi?” you ventured, swimming awkwardly closer.

Azul didn’t respond, but one of his tentacles twitched and pointedly smacked the glass. You got the impression he was saying Why me?

“It’s not like I asked for this, y’know!” you huffed, crossing your arms. “Your goons threw me in here!”

Azul floated closer, his large, round eyes narrowing as if to say Yes, and they will pay.

It didn’t take long for Azul to warm up to you, mostly because he realized you weren’t leaving.

“Are you sulking?” you teased after his sixth dramatic float to the other side of the tank.

A tentacle flicked water in your direction, splashing you.

“Hey!” You swam closer and poked him on the head. “Don’t be such a baby.”

Azul responded by curling a tentacle around your wrist, pulling you closer.

“Okay, fine, you’re cute,” you muttered, patting his squishy head. “There, happy?”

Azul’s tentacles tightened slightly, and you were 90% sure he was smug about it.

After what felt like hours of tentacle shenanigans (including one terrifying moment where Azul tried to steal your potion bottle), you sighed.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” you said, booping his forehead.

Azul blinked at you, his gaze softer than usual. He looked so pitiful and huggable that, without thinking, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead.

There was a bright flash, and suddenly you were face-to-face with human Azul, who was sitting awkwardly in the shallow end of the tank, his face as red as a lobster.

“W-What did you just—”

“Oh my Sevens, you’re back!” you interrupted, relief washing over you. “Thank goodness, I thought I’d have to live in here forever!”

Azul cleared his throat, clearly flustered. “I—thank you. For… that.”

“No problem,” you said breezily, though your face felt like it was on fire.

Azul hesitated, fiddling with his glasses. “Would you, ah, perhaps… accompany me to dinner? As a token of gratitude, of course!”

“Sure,” you said, smiling. “But only if you promise to stop turning yourself into an octopus.”

He flushed even deeper, complaining something about “unavoidable circumstances,” but you couldn’t help laughing. Maybe dating an occasionally-octopus Azul wouldn’t be so bad.

From outside the tank, Floyd’s voice rang out: “Aww, Boss finally grew a backbone! Way to go, Shrimpy!”

Azul groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I’m never hearing the end of this.”

You patted his shoulder. “Welcome to my life.”

Kalim Al-Asim

You really should have known something was wrong when Jamil showed up at your doorstep, eyes bloodshot and twitching slightly.

“I need your help,” he said, and those four words alone should’ve been your cue to lock the door and pretend you weren’t home.

But you didn’t, and that’s how you ended up sitting in Kalim’s opulent room, staring at a very excited otter splashing around in a gold-lined kiddie pool.

“You’re telling me Kalim turned himself into this?” you asked, pointing at the small, slippery creature currently attempting to roll onto his back and failing.

“Yes,” Jamil said, deadpan, rubbing his temples. “And he refuses to let anyone near him. Except apparently you.”

Kalim—the otter—perked up at the sound of your voice, flipping over and waddling toward you. He made a happy chirping sound before flopping dramatically onto your lap, his tiny paws grabbing at your shirt.

“See?” Jamil muttered, folding his arms. “This is why you’re staying here. I can’t deal with this anymore.”

Kalim was, to put it mildly, a handful.

One moment, he was contentedly snuggling in your lap, and the next, he was zooming across the floor, knocking over priceless vases and dragging an entire silk curtain into his pool.

“Uh, Kalim?” you called, watching as he tried to balance a sparkling golden spoon on his nose. “Maybe we don’t need to destroy the room?”

Kalim chirped in protest, clearly having the time of his life. He then waddled over to you, clutching the spoon like it was a treasure, and deposited it in your lap with a proud squeak.

“Well, at least he’s sharing,” you muttered, patting his head.

From the corner, Jamil was silently mouthing “thank you” over and over like a man who had just been freed from a lifetime of torment.

Kalim’s kiddie pool was more like a miniature lagoon, complete with floating toys and what looked suspiciously like a jewel-encrusted raft.

At some point, Kalim decided it would be fun to drag you into the water.

“Hey—wait, no!” you yelped as his surprisingly strong little paws grabbed at your sleeve, pulling you toward the pool. “I’m not getting in there!”

Kalim chirped insistently, his big otter eyes boring into your soul.

“Oh, come on,” you groaned. “Don’t give me that look.”

He gave you the look.

Five minutes later, you were sitting in the pool, soaked and glaring at Jamil, who was clearly struggling not to laugh.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you snapped.

“Immensely,” Jamil said, smirking.

After hours of otter chaos—during which Kalim managed to steal your shoe, splash water in your face, and attempt to juggle three golden coins—you finally sat back with a sigh.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered, patting his head as he snuggled against you.

Kalim let out a happy chirp, his little paws clutching your hand. He looked so ridiculously adorable that, without thinking, you leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead.

There was a sudden burst of light, and when you opened your eyes, Kalim was sitting in front of you, back to his usual self—though still dripping wet and grinning ear to ear.

“You kissed me!” he exclaimed, his face lighting up like the sun.

“I—uh—well,” you stammered, your face heating up.

“Does this mean you like me?” he asked, tilting his head with an innocent smile.

Before you could respond, Jamil groaned from the corner. “Sevens, just ask them out already.”

Kalim turned to you, his grin widening. “Will you go out with me?”

You blinked at him, still processing the fact that you had just kissed an otter-turned-human. But then you smiled, nodding.

“Sure, Kalim.”

Kalim cheered, pulling you into a hug that nearly knocked you over. Meanwhile, Jamil sighed in relief, celebrating about finally getting some peace and quiet.

From the doorway, a passing student peeked in, took one look at the drenched mess of a room, and decided it was better not to ask.

Vil Schoenheit

The day Vil Schoenheit turned into a peacock was the day you realized that your life at NRC was destined to never be normal.

“I don’t know how it happened!” Epel blurted, waving his hands in panic. “One second he was lecturing me about my skincare routine, and the next—poof! Peacock!”

“Of course, he’s a peacock,” you muttered, staring at the magnificent bird perched on the Pomefiore chaise lounge. The peacock in question—Vil—looked at you with a familiar haughty glare, which was impressive considering he now had beady bird eyes.

From the very beginning, Vil made it clear that he refused to be handled by anyone except you.

When Rook tried to approach him with a soothing poem about the beauty of nature, Vil screeched so loudly it sent even the huntsman scrambling.

When Epel tried to shoo him toward the door, Vil flared his tail feathers in a display so intimidating that Epel backed away, muttering, “This is worse than when he makes me wear lip gloss.”

But when you stepped forward, Vil immediately strutted over, his glossy feathers shimmering under the light. He circled you once before settling at your feet, letting out a dignified coo.

“Well, at least someone likes me,” you muttered, kneeling down to pat his head.

Vil preened under your touch, looking every bit the diva he was even in bird form.

Life with peacock Vil was… an adventure.

For one, he refused to eat anything that wasn’t served on fine china.

“Are you serious?” you asked, holding up a bowl of birdseed.

Vil turned his head away with a disdainful chirp, his tail feathers twitching in annoyance.

“Fine,” you groaned, dumping the seed onto a porcelain plate. “Happy now?”

Vil cooed in approval, delicately pecking at the food like it was a Michelin-star meal.

Then there was the incident with the mirror.

You found him perched in front of the Pomefiore vanity, admiring his reflection with an intensity that could only be described as borderline obsessive.

“You’re really leaning into the peacock thing, huh?” you teased.

Vil shot you a look that screamed How dare you, you pleb? before returning to his reflection, fluffing his feathers dramatically.

After a few days of peacock antics—including Vil refusing to let Epel touch his feathers (Glaring at him like he was screaming "He’s going to ruin them!”) and scaring off an unfortunate group of first-years with his aggressive tail display—you decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Vil,” you said, sitting down beside him. “We need to figure out how to fix this.”

Vil cooed softly, nuzzling against your hand.

You stared at him, your heart melting a little. He was undeniably cute in his current form, but you missed the human Vil—the one who could scold you for slouching and deliver a flawless monologue at the drop of a hat.

Without thinking, you leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his feathered head.

There was a blinding flash of light, and suddenly, you were no longer holding a peacock but a very human—and very flustered—Vil Schoenheit.

“You… kissed me,” he said, his cheeks turning an uncharacteristic shade of pink.

“I—uh—well, you were cute?” you offered weakly.

Vil blinked at you, his usual composure slipping as he processed your words. Then, to your surprise, a small smile tugged at his lips.

“Perhaps we should make this official,” he said smoothly, though the faint blush on his face betrayed his nerves. “Would you like to go out with me?”

You stared at him, your brain short-circuiting for a moment. Then, you smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Vil’s smile widened, and for the first time since he’d turned back, you saw the confident, radiant Vil you knew and admired.

From the doorway, Rook peeked in, his eyes sparkling with delight. “Ah, the beauty of true love!”

Epel groaned, muttering, “This is the weirdest dorm ever.”

Idia Shroud

The day you were unceremoniously dragged into Idia’s room by Ortho, you knew something was amiss.

Ortho clasped his hands together as you stumbled inside. "Please take good care of Big Brother!"

“Wait, what?” you started, but Ortho was already zooming out the door, leaving you alone in the darkened chaos that was Idia’s sanctuary.

And there, sitting in the middle of the room on a glowing gaming chair, was a cat.

A very grumpy-looking cat with blue flame-like fur tips and unmistakable, judgmental yellow eyes.

“Idia?” you whispered, staring at the cat.

The cat hissed—its ears flat against its head. Yep, that was definitely Idia.

"Ortho wasn’t joking…" you muttered, inching closer.

Idia-the-cat glared at you, his tail swishing like a disapproving metronome. But as soon as you reached out a cautious hand, he hesitated before begrudgingly letting you scratch behind his ears.

He let out the tiniest, most reluctant purr.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, your grin growing. “You’re so cute like this.”

The purring immediately stopped, and Idia swatted your hand away with a mortified meow that screamed, Don’t push it.

It didn’t take long for you to realize Idia-the-cat was just as much of a shut-in as his human counterpart.

When you tried to offer him some cat toys Ortho had left behind, he ignored them completely—until you dangled a toy shaped like a gaming controller.

Then, he lunged at it with surprising ferocity, claws out and eyes gleaming with an intensity that said, This is serious business.

You had to stop him from knocking over his prized figurines while he chased the toy across the room.

“Idia, stop! That’s a limited edition!” you cried, diving to save a teetering anime girl statue.

Idia froze mid-pounce, his tail twitching guiltily.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you said, setting the figure back on its shelf. “You’re worse than Grim.”

Idia meowed in protest, and you could swear he was rolling his eyes.

After a few hours of babysitting Cat Idia—during which he refused to eat anything but snacks from his secret stash and managed to trap himself inside a VR headset—you were completely exhausted.

You flopped onto his bed, sighing. “Idia, you're my friend, but you’re so much work.”

The cat jumped up beside you, curling into a surprisingly neat ball. His flame-like fur glowed softly in the dim light, and for a moment, he actually looked peaceful.

Unable to resist, you leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his head.

There was a sudden flash of blue light, and you yelped as a very human—and very embarrassed—Idia Shroud appeared beside you.

“W-What just happened?!” he stammered, his face as red as his fiery hair tips.

You blinked at him, your brain struggling to reboot. “Uh… I think true love’s kiss broke the curse?”

Idia froze, his expression cycling between mortified and completely panicked.

“Wait, d-does that mean you… like me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Because if you don’t, I-I’m just gonna go dig my own grave now—”

You cut him off with a laugh, your cheeks burning. “Yeah, I like you, you dummy.”

Idia stared at you, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Then, after a moment, he managed a small, shy smile.

“I… like you too,” he mumbled, fiddling with a lock of his hair. “So, uh… do you maybe wanna… go out? Like, on a d-date or something?”

Your heart did a little flip. “I’d love that.”

From the doorway, Ortho peeked in, his face lighting up. “Brother, I knew you could do it! This is the best day ever!”

Idia groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Ortho, please!”

But despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t stop the small smile that lingered on his lips.

Malleus Draconia

The day began like any other—except for the part where a massive dragon blocked the sunrise by parking itself right outside your window.

You blinked blearily, rubbing your eyes. Surely, this was a dream.

Then you heard an enthusiastic voice from below. "Good morning! Do you like your new dragon?"

You leaned out the window to see none other than Lilia Vanrouge, waving up at you with far too much cheer for this absurd situation. Beside him, Sebek was on his knees, his fists clenched, eyes practically bleeding tears of devotion—or frustration. Hard to tell with Sebek.

“Lilia,” you called down, “what the hell is that?” You pointed at the dragon, who was now looking at you with suspiciously familiar glowing green eyes.

“Oh, that’s Malleus!” Lilia replied, as though this was completely normal. “He seems to have had a little… magical mishap.”

“MISTAKE OF FATE, NOT A MISHAP!” Sebek roared, glaring up at you like it was somehow your fault. “AND THE YOUNG MASTER HAS CHOSEN YOU TO TEND TO HIS NOBLE FORM!”

You stared at the dragon—Malleus—again. His enormous tail thudded against the ground in what you could only assume was agreement.

“...You’ve got to be kidding me.”

After some coaxing (read: being dragged out by Sebek while you were still in your pajamas), you found yourself face-to-face with Dragon Malleus.

He lowered his massive head toward you, his glowing eyes narrowing in what you could only describe as smugness. When you hesitated, he huffed, a cloud of warm smoke billowing over you.

“Okay, okay, I get it! You want attention,” you grumbled, reaching up to pat his snout.

The dragon let out a low rumble of approval, curling his tail protectively around you.

Sebek sobbed dramatically in the background. “TO THINK THE YOUNG MASTER TRUSTS YOU ABOVE ALL OTHERS! IT IS BOTH AN HONOR AND A TRAVESTY!”

“Sebek, for the love of the Seven, stop yelling,” you snapped. “I already have a headache.”

Lilia chuckled from his perch on a nearby tree. “Oh, this is delightful. I wonder if I should be worried for you or amused by Malleus’s possessiveness.”

Dragon Malleus growled at Lilia, his tail sweeping protectively in front of you like a giant scaly barrier.

“Noted, noted!” Lilia said with a laugh, holding up his hands.

After a day of being followed around by a giant dragon who wouldn’t let you out of his sight (and growled at anyone who dared approach), you were officially at your wit’s end.

“Malleus,” you said, crossing your arms. “I know you’re stuck like this, but you can’t just… kidnap me for emotional support!”

Malleus blinked at you, his big dragon eyes somehow managing to look both sheepish and stubborn.

You sighed, stepping closer. “You’re kind of cute like this, though,” you admitted, reaching up to scratch his snout. His eyes half-closed in contentment, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Then, on a whim, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his scaly cheek.

There was a sudden burst of magic, and you stumbled back as the massive form of the dragon shimmered and shrank. In its place stood a very human—and very flustered—Malleus Draconia.

“Child of Man,” he said, his face uncharacteristically red. “Your… your kiss… it broke the spell.”

You stared at him, your brain buffering. “Wait, true love’s kiss was the answer?!”

Malleus nodded solemnly. “Indeed.”

From behind you, Lilia cackled. “Oh, how romantic! A tale for the ages!”

Sebek, meanwhile, looked like he was about to have a heart attack. “T-T-THE YOUNG MASTER’S TRUE LOVE?! UNBELIEVABLE!”

Malleus stepped closer, his expression softening as he looked down at you. “If this spell has revealed anything, it is that my feelings for you are genuine. Will you allow me to court you properly?”

You blinked, your face heating up. “Uh… yeah. Sure. But maybe next time, we skip the whole ‘giant possessive dragon’ thing?”

Malleus chuckled, taking your hand. “Anything for you, my treasure.”

Sebek fainted on the spot.

Masterlist

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

sometimes

I think about how Trey constantly makes This Expression 💀 and then I have a little laugh and move on with my day, only for it to inevitably happen again a few weeks or months later.

LIKE THIS WAS AN INTENTIONAL DESIGN CHOICE. The Magical Archives book states ghat he smiles when he is uncomfortable which must be very often and that his face isn’t built in a “gentle” way. Sometimes other characters remark that Trey looks scarier when he squints (ie Playful Land) or Trey himself will confess to his vibes being different when he does so (his Halloween vignettes).

No one else makes this face THIS often 😭 Trey “if you keep making that face, it’ll be stuck like that” Clover...

P.S. The faces taken from the Episode of Heartslabyul manga only cover like 2-3 chapters of the 20 total chapters; I did not want to headhunt for more of those Trey Clover shots in the other chapters OTL

[marisashinx]

Azul needs glasses! Part 2/2: "Oh..."

[lemondytart]

Reading @shiny-jr 's Damnation Twst Au changed me

If you haven't read them, go do! It's very interesting and well written!

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Hello! For the christmas celeb request, may i request a bullet hc of the twst characters (1st years preferably and anyone else u want) reacting to you kissing them on the cheek cause both of you were under a mistletoe and immediately running away afterwards? Like pre-relationship and it was almost instinctive for u but you couldn't bear to see their reaction jfjsjfjsjjs thank u so much !!!

COMMENTS: Hi. I liked the idea! I thought it was really cute. ❤️ And since it's something short I made it for all the characters. And as a bonus I also made it for Rollo. ☺️

Hope you and all enjoy it. 💋

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students (Ortho is platonic) + Rollo

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Headcanons

WORD COUNT: An average of 100 words per character. 

Context: You told them a little about Christmas and the tradition of giving someone a kiss when the two people were both under the mistletoe.

I don't believe Christmas exists in Twisted Wonderland, so this is a tradition of yours. Some of the boys have been spreading sprigs of mistletoe around in the hopes that this will happen and you will give them a kiss.

This is their reaction when you kiss them on the cheek out of nowhere and run away.

Riddle almost freezes as he blushes. He needs a minute to process what just happened.

When he finally looks around, astonished and confused, he can't find you anymore.

He looks up, sees the mistletoe and remembers what you told them about it.

He concludes that the best thing to do (and what he wants to do) would be to kiss you back when you were under the mistletoe again. 

So he will try to be close to you and attentive for when this happens.

And when it does, he will walk up to you with a smile, but blushing slightly, and give you a sweet surprise kiss on the cheek, like you did to him.

“You were under the mistletoe.” He smiles. “Rules must be followed accordingly.” He gives you one last loving look and continues on his way.

Ace jumps immediately! And blushes a little.

You run away while he's trying to ask what was going on.

“Oh, no you won't!” He doesn't waste time chasing after you.

When he reaches you, he grabs you in a hug.

“Did you think you could get away without revenge?” And he kisses your cheek back.

Deuce half jumps, half stands petrified in confusion.

He blushes and sees you running away. “Wait! What was that? (Y/N)!”

He has no idea whether to follow you or just stand there. And he is struggling with this decision.

When he finally realizes that there was mistletoe over the two of you, he decides to try to do the same and return your kiss.

And when he does, it will be a kiss like yours, quick, shy and he will run away.

Cater tried to grab you before you could run away, but he was unsuccessful. However, he didn't run after you.

He was so sad to see you leave after that sweet kiss.

“Aww, why are the cutest ones always the shy ones?”

He will try to find you to return the kiss.

And when he does, it will be a casual but loving kiss. He will wink at you and walk away.

Trey will look at you right after the kiss and see you running away.

He just chuckles amusedly. But he'll be more attentive so he can be the one to kiss you back next time.

And when he does, it will be when you least expect it. He will simply walk past you, minding his own business, stopping to kiss your cheek and moving on as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Leona can predict your steps, herbivore. Do you really think you could surprise him?

As soon as you turn to try to run away, he grabs you and pulls you back to him.

He gives you a lazy but loving kiss on the cheek and only then does he let you go.

He will enjoy watching your reaction with a smirk on his face.

If you stood there blushing, he'll say: “What? The herbivore wanted to play and can't even handle a counter-attack?”

Jack jumps and looks at you in amazement as you run away.

It takes a few seconds for him to process what happened.

But as soon as he notices the mistletoe above him, he realizes what happened and runs after you by instinct.

When he reaches you, he stands in front of you and cushion the shock.

He starts to blush when he realizes he's practically hugging you and lets you go.

“I... I just want to pay you back.” He says as his tail wags. He kisses you on the cheek and runs away like you did to him.

“Oi! Wait a minute!” Ruggie immediately runs after you without thinking.

As soon as he reaches you he grabs you in a hug.

“Shye hee hee. Do you really think you'll stop me from retaliating your attack by trying to run away from me?”

He kisses you on the cheek affectionately.

Azul is absolutely shocked! And confused. He sees you running away with a perplexed and blushing face.

Only then does he look up and see the mistletoe. “Damn it, now I'm in debt.” He never liked a debt so much.

He'll kiss you back even if he has to put a sprig of mistletoe right on the door of the Mostro Lounge VIP room.

And when he manages to attract you to where he wants you: “So, it seems you have made me indebted to you. Something dangerously bold, I must warn you. Fortunately I like to be merciful to you.” He kisses your cheek as quickly as you kissed his. “The deal is fulfilled.”

Jade simply looks at you running away with his eyebrows raised in surprise.

After realizing that it was because there was a sprig of mistletoe above the two of you, he chuckles.

He will follow you stealthily to pay you back in kind.

He will continue to follow and observe you until he finds the perfect and most fun opportunity.

And when that happens, he'll first enjoy watching you getting flustered and then give you a kiss on the cheek with the same intensity as yours and leave with a smile.

“Hm?” Floyd will look curiously at you running away.

And if he was in a bad mood, you just cheered him up.

He doesn't even care if it was because of the mistletoe. Now he wants to play tag with you.

He will follow you and wait for your guard to be down so he can surprise you with a hug.

“Bah~!” He kisses your cheek playfully. “This was fun. Let's play again!”

Kalim is surprised and when he looks at you he sees you running away.

He smiles very happily at your gesture, but he’s confused.

Only then does he look up and realize that you were under the mistletoe.

“Oh! I should try to do the same to them and return the kiss.”

The problem is that he will eventually forget to do it.

It's only when he meets you again and happens to be the one who sees the mistletoe above you first that he remembers: “Oh, yeah! I almost forgot. There's something I want to give you.” And he kisses your cheek playfully, but affectionately.

Jamil noticed you approaching, but since it was you he let it go.

However, he wasn't expecting to receive a kiss. So he quickly looks at you in shock and sees you running away as he blushes.

He puts his hood up to hide his face, and only then does he look up and see the mistletoe. And now he wants to pay you back.

He will mentally record all the places he sees where mistletoe is placed. And when he sees you near one he will find a way to put you where he wants you.

And when that happens: “Ah, (Y/N). I was looking for you. I need to give you something.” He kisses your cheek, says goodbye to you and continues on his way with a smirk on his face.

Did you just kiss Vil Schoenheit on the cheek? Without formal permission?! How bold! How daring!

He sees you running away with a mix of amazement and shock on his face. And with that hand on his chest like ‘Excuse you?’

The fact that he knows it was because of the mistletoe above you doesn't change the fact that he believes an act like that cannot go unpunished.

The next time he meets you: “You have no idea how lucky you are that what you did to me wasn't witnessed by someone who could sell it as scandalous gossip.” He tells you annoyed. Then he sighs. “You need to be more careful.” He smiles smugly. “And you need to make it up to me.”

He makes you agree to carry all his bags the next time he goes shopping.

“Oh, and one last thing.” He says, still looking angry, but then he kisses your cheek in a skillfully affectionate way. “You were under the mistletoe, dear.” He smiles and goes on his way.

“Wha?!” Epel gets startled and says something in his dialect before looking at you and seeing you running away. “What in tarnation was that?!” He blushes a lot.

He looks around trying to understand what just happened until he sees the sprig of mistletoe above him. This only makes him blush even more.

He doesn't really know what to do about it, but he knows he really wants to kiss you back.

However, it is fate (or Rook) that makes you meet again under the mistletoe.

And this time he is the first to realize it and quickly but passionately gives you a kiss on the cheek and runs away like you did with him.

Rook looks at you with one of the biggest smiles on his face, but sees you running away. “Oh non, Trickster. Why so shy?” He says with pity, but then he smiles with that hunter's look. “This way you leave me no choice but to go after you.”

And that's what he does, carefree and having fun.

He stalks you until he finds the perfect spot. Where the two of you will be completely alone and isolated.

You are startled by an arrow sticking out of a tree above you, with a sprig of mistletoe on the tip. And then by his voice.

“Aw, Trickster.” He says in a velvety voice and approaches you. “You left before I could thank you for the beautiful gesture. I was so happy to be able to feel your lips on my skin. Allow me to repay you.” He comes very close and kisses your cheek slowly and passionately.

Idia jumps and gives that high-pitched scream of his. He gapes at you as you run away. “YOU are the one who is running away? I'M THE ONE WHO WANTS TO HIDE!” his hair almost exploded in pink.

And that's what he does: he hides in his room for the rest of the day. Or almost, if it weren't for Ortho taking him out of there and convincing him to do the same to you with his help.

It takes a long time to convince him, but the two end up forming a plan.

They will lure you to a strategic point in Ignihyde where the two of you will be isolated from other people.

And Idia will appear out of nowhere behind you with that evil smile. “Very cowardly of you to hit and run. I thought you were braver, but it looks like I would lose that bet.”

Even though the tips of his hair are pink, he feels confident being alone with you and seeing you flustered as well.

He comes closer and gives you a cute kiss on the cheek. “There, we're even.” He turns around and practically runs away from you.

It was just a platonic kiss, so you didn't feel the need to run away. It was like kissing a little brother.

Ortho looks at you smiling with his eyes.

“Oh, this Gear doesn't allow me to return a kiss. Can I give you a hug instead (Y/N)?”

You just made Malleus fall in love with you (again).

He sees you running away, which makes him confused.

He didn't realize there was mistletoe all over you and that doesn't interest him either. Only you interest him.

He doesn't need to follow you, he transports himself to where you are.

“Why did you run away? Is that part of your tradition?” He asks a little sadly.

You will have to admit that you were embarrassed because you were afraid of his reaction and he will listen to you.

“Afraid?! Did you think I would punish you for this?” Now he is sad and worried.

You explain that you were just afraid he wouldn't like it because he might not like you back. And he laughs heartily.

“You needn't to worry about that, Child of Man. I can assure you that the feelings are mutual. Which makes me conclude that I should return the kiss.”

He kisses you on the cheek gently. And after that... he won't leave your side for the rest of the day.

You probably did it while Silver was sleeping, so you end up waking him up with your kiss. (the irony)

He looks at you confused as he has just woken up and sees you running away.

He is unsure whether you were part of his dream or not.

So when you meet again he doesn't talk about it.

But a little bird appears above you holding a sprig of mistletoe in its beak.

He ends up remembering the tradition you mentioned and asks if he could give you a kiss.

You accept and he kisses you softly on the cheek.

Sebek almost goes into a defensive position, but stops himself for knowing that it was you.

He sees you running away and for a second he is undecided whether to follow you or not. He ends up not following you because it wasn't an attack.

He will deny with all his might that he was blushing.

However, he feels he owes you the same in return, or that he must pay you back in kind.

The next time he sees you and you happen to be walking under another mistletoe he will shout: “HUMAN!” and will walk decisively towards you.

“You have a lot of nerve to do what you did and run away. At least stay and deal with the consequences properly!”

He quickly kisses you on the cheek with extreme affection and then straightens up while blushing.

“Here! The consequences of your actions.” He turns and walks away with every muscle tense.

You didn't surprise Lilia, but he pretended you did.

He lets you kiss his cheek and watches you run away, amused.

“Khee hee hee. Ah, shy youth, it's so cute. I should return the gesture.”

He will follow you until he finds the best opportunity.

He will appear right next to you, hovering upside down and give you a sweet kiss on the cheek as a surprise.

He will laugh in amusement at your reaction.

“Next time we're under the mistletoe, it'll be your turn. Khee hee.”

Rolo looks at you and freezes in that position, following you with a wide-eyed gaze.

It takes him a second to realize he's blushing a little and hide his face with his handkerchief.

“What rude impudence!” He says to himself, irritated that he liked it. “Forcing me to participate in such a ridiculous tradition. They should be punished for such disrespect.”

He won't try to kiss you back. Instead he will avoid you as much as possible. He doesn't want you to make him feel that way again. It's not... appropriate.

If you dropped in here out of the blue and want to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

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✩Lions Do Not Like Sharing✩

✟pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Fem Reader

✟genre: Fluff

✟warning: Leona being jealous

✟One-Short

✟fandom: Twisted Wonderland

✟summary: After Leona’s brother disturbs a date the two of you were having, you now have to babysit Cheka for a few hours. Leona isn’t very pleased that he has to share.

Leona hated sharing. He never liked others taking things that were his. Most definitely someone taking the attention of his girlfriend. Now you might be wondering who this person was that made this beastman jealous. Well…

“Auntie [Name], let’s play!” Cheka giggled, pouncing into the girl’s arms. You laughed along with the young cub, agreeing to play whatever game. Only a few feet away from them, under a tree, laid Leona. His eyes were closed but he was most definitely not asleep. His ears twisted in annoyance, wondering how did he got himself in this situation…Oh yeah, his pompous brother, that’s who.

Leona and you were on a date in his dorm room. Not really a date. If you consider your boyfriend was just snoozing away, as you played with his hair, a date. All of a sudden, Falena barged into the room. Pissed that he was awoken from his slumber, the Emerald-eyed lion was about to go off on his brother but stopped when the older Kingscholar plotted down the ginger-headed kid, asking him to watch Cheka for a few hours. About to tell his brother absolutely not, you had cut him off, speaking for the grumpy man. “Of course!” You smiled happily, taking the little prince off of Leona’s lap. Ignoring the glare your boyfriend gave you, instead, you looked at the little prince, making funny faces at him, giggling when he did the same.

Back to the present, Leona sat, watching as his girlfriend and his nephew played another game of hide and seek. This day was meant to be just the two of you. Just you and him cuddled up on his bed, relaxing. But nope, it just had to be ruined. Leona despised your attention on someone else, even if it was a child. Little Cheka was taken away all the attention from you, you haven’t even glanced at Leona ever since the brat was dumped on the two of you.

With a roll of his eyes, Leona turned away from the sight, jealous thoughts filling his mind. Finally getting out of breath from chasing Cheka around, you yelled out to the energetic boy, telling him you were going to take a break. Walking over to where Leona was, you flopped down beside him. “That kid's a handful” you giggled, wiping the sweat that was running down your forehead. Turning to look at the lion, you noticed how much grumpier he looked, if that was even possible. His arms crossed over his chest, his jaw clenched and a scowl painted his face. There was definitely something wrong, this just wasn’t the beastmans resting face. “Is something the matter?” Your attention now fully on your boyfriend.

Emerald eyes glanced at you, Leona’s face softening for a moment before it went back to his usual grumpy scowl. “Nothing…” he muttered, eyes closing, pretending to go sleep. Though, you didn’t believe him. Not for a minute. He was as transparent as a glass when there was something wrong. Leaning forward slightly, your eyes narrowed at your boyfriend, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. Did he not take his usual 12 o'clock nap? Feeling your eyes boarding into his skull, Leona opened one of his eyes. “What?” He asked, raising a brow. After a few moments of silence from you Leona just rolled his eyes, looking away from you, with his head held up high.“Just go a play with that brat” he huffed out and at that moment it all came together.

“You’re jealous!” You exclaimed as you leaned away with a victory smile. As soon as those words left your mouth, Leona quietly turned to you, his emerald eyes wide. He tried to protest but you had cut him off. “Leona, jealous of a chil-“A hand was slapped over your mouth and Leona’s piercing eyes narrowed down at you.

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm his raging nerves the lion finally spoke. “Don’t repeat it” he muttered out, a slight dark red tinge on his cheeks. “Don’t” he repeated as he released his hand from your mouth. He then leaned back against the tree again, taking a few deep breaths. You watched, a soft smile plastered on your lips. “I’m not…you know…of that brat, so get that smug smile on your stupid face” the brown-headed beastman growled out. Leona wasn’t jealous, that's what he kept repeating to himself, he’s not jealous, he’s not jealous!

Moving a hand and intertwining it with his, you gave the prince a reassuring smile. “It’s ok to be jeal-“You quickly stopped yourself when said jealous Kingscholar gave you a warning glare. “That word that we will not repeat.” you chuckled out nervously before a soft smile came up on your lips. “It’s natural” you say, patting his hand. Also quite cute, but you would never admit that to Leona. Knowing him it would only make him even more embarrassed and also piss him off. As you looked back up to him, you saw that your words of reassurance had not helped. Even after being told this, the feeling still lingered, even if it he was jealous because of a child. “Anyway” you smile causing Leona to finally look at you, wondering what you were going to say next. “You’re my favourite.”

Those three words seemed to work like magic. The scowl faded and a smirk soon was revealed. “Of course I am” he says with his usual cocky smile. He then lifted his arm and slid it over your shoulder, pulling you close to him. It was funny, and cute, to see his whole demeanour changed by just those words. He buried his nose deep in the crook of your neck, clinging to your body like a clingy kitten, unwilling to let go.

Giggling at your boyfriend’s actions, you ran your fingers through his dark wavy hair, enjoying the moment you were having, even if you were in an uncomfortable position. “Silly kitty” you say in a hushed tone, which earned you a tight warning squeeze on your hips. “But your my silly kitty”

[lycoristyx]

I made a frutiger aero-inspired Ortho because I think we should bring that aesthetic back

[kenchann]

onboro

[moonyasnow]

I would kill for Malleus to get a rerun card in this event

I wanna see them in Vil's tapi style too...

[mariespng]

Skully sketches. 🪦

[the-fridge-orange]

Overblot Riddle sketch

[jangmi-latte]

YUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYY 😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝

[p484]

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Let's go see some Gargoyles!

[jesteringbug]

i really really like cater