#twisted x reader

[hearteyesllc]

More Than I Can Handle!

Names that get them flustered featuring: Idia, Leona, Jack, and Trey

Idia: darling

Now while just calling him darling can get him a little pink

It’s the equivalent of having an SSR card with zero build!

there’s a method 

Hit him with a sultry tone and some Jessica rabbit type antics 

Lean in grab his chin and and put some work into the act when you whisper out “darling”

I’d say he melts but he quite literally burns

Idia just wanted to enjoy his game peacefully, you slamming his door open and asking for some gummy worms was not an uncommon attack combo but of course the only sensible answer was “LMAO get your own loser”

You knew he meant it lovingly of course, but still, where did that blushing shy mess from when you were first dating go!? You love your boyfriend in all his stages but a little attempt for a blast to the past wouldn’t hurt would it?

The beat of silence was raising some major red flags then he heard you start stepping closer, his first reaction was to steel his grip to protect his snacks (he’d let you have them any day of course but he’s your boyfriend it’s literally his job to put up a fight) what he didn’t expect was his chin to be tilted upwards “Can I have some? Please? darling~” a slight cringe struck you at the foxy tone you used but there wasn’t much time to dwell on it, why?

Because you sure as hell didn’t get those gummy worms, Idia froze and his hair went into a pink and red blaze so large he burned the damn bag. Hey, at least you got to role play as a fire fighter with Ortho IRL right? 

Leona: Kitty

He’s not easy to fluster

Chances of you seeing this guy off guard are close to zero

But stop treating him like a big scary lion

And start teasing him like your all roar no bite boyfriend 

And maybe you’ll see a little something 

Just kidding! he’s turning around before you see anything 

You stretch and a yawn escapes you, Leona can be a pain in the ass when it comes to convincing him to study with you but it’s always fruitful when he agrees, he does know all the course work you have to do after all. 

“Its getting dark I gotta head back to ramshackle before grim throws a fit, see ya tomorrow?” You say packing your things and standing up, he huffs in response “yeah yeah don’t trip on your way out” you just let a laugh out through your nose. “You know a ‘I love you’ would suffice just fine next time kitty” ruffling his hair as you walk down out, you don’t bother looking back.

If only you did, the slightest pink dusting Leona’s face and his disgruntled expression would have been well worth the toll of the study session.

Jack: Big Boy

Jack is well aware of his large stature 

But he’s never met anyone who talks about it like you do

For someone so confident in his build you have one heck of a talent for using it against him

Too bad wolves mate for life so he’s stuck with you! (He’s right where he wants to be)

Jack loves mornings like these with you, those rare instances where you convince him to stay over at Ramshackle and he in turn convinces you to wake up early to run with him. Peaceful balance in those quiet mornings where you get ready together…But what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t ruin that peace and quiet?

Jack is absolutely adorable when he’s rambling on about workout plans for the two of you and what he plans to do for the day it just gets a little hard to take him seriously. “And after a cool down lap we can jog back to Ramshackle to get ready for first period.” Ah You zoned out thinking about how adorable he was, a worryingly common occurrence. “Alright big boy what ever floats your boat” you laugh resting your hands on his chest.

“…huh?” Absolute utter stillness. His body goes rock stiff for a hot second before his tail starts trying to take flight, the rest of him doesn’t get the memo though as he just stays still with red slowly crawling up his cheeks…did you break him?

Trey: Hubby

He’s pretty level headed

Pretty hard to catch him off guard 

But he’s not immune to your charms thats for sure

It’s not too hard paint this clover pink!

Baking with trey is enjoyable for quite a few reasons namely getting some delectable sweet treats and spending some time with your boyfriend, it’s the pinnacle of domesticity really. Getting to swap sugar covered kisses and playful banter and in the midsts of it…

“You know Riddles gonna have our heads if these tarts are messed up and I’ll blame you if that happens” he lightly chuckles “excuse me?” You gasp “I’ve been nothing but helpful!” “Helpful AND distracting, you’re a bit too good looking for your own good.” He replies, if he thinks he can get away with trying to tease you with no retaliation he’s sorely mistaken “well better get used to it hubby because I plan to keep distracting you for a real long time.” 

He freezes for a second and his eyes widen before he makes a sound that sounds like a choked out mix between a cough and a low laugh into his fist. “Guess I will huh..” his face is as pink as the frosting for a minute before he goes back to mostly normal. For the sake of his cool calm collected image don’t point out his slightly shaky hands or any stolen glances at your ring finger alright?

[himasgod]

first years + Silver x reader, in where the reader is sleeping over on their room without their housewarden knowing and have to hide em (bonus points if the housewarden gets jealous plsss)

FIRST YEARS + SILVER X READER

Where you hide when the housewarden almost catches you in his room

I'm sorry but I couldn't do anything about the housewarden's jealousy, hope u like it anyways!

You really should’ve said no.

Should’ve gone back to Ramshackle like a responsible prefect. Should’ve listened to Grim’s grumbling and gone to bed at a normal hour.

Haha no.

You let Ace smirk at you with that shit eating grin, throw his arm over your shoulder, and mutter “C’mon, just for tonight. I’ll make it fun~”

Now you’re under Ace's bed.

Like. Literally under. With your knees cramped up to your chest and your nose pressed against a suspicious sock, and Ace is sitting up top, fake-snoring so loud you’re gonna scream.

Riddle’s voice floats in from the hallway. “Lights off, Ace. And if I catch you playing games at this hour again—” Ace cuts him off, all chipper: “No games, housewarden! Just sleeping like a good little rosebud~” You nearly wheeze. This clown.

There’s a long silence. Then, finally, the sound of retreating footsteps. You hear Deuce mutter, “You’re gonna get us all killed,” and Ace grins.

Once the coast is clear, Ace throws his blanket off and hops down to crouch beside you. “Hey, babe,” he whispers. “Still alive down there?” You swat at his arm. “I’m gonna kill you.”“I love when you talk dirty.”“ACE.”

He laughs and pulls you out from under the bed. And honestly? You’re pissed, you’re disheveled, but the way he beams at you when you’re safe in his bed again, curled up against his side?

…You’d do it all over again.

So listen.

This was your idea.

Epel’s whole room smells like apple shampoo and you thought hey, a little snuggle time with my farm boy bf wouldn’t hurt anyone!

Wrong.

Because Vil just so happened to come back early from his late-night spa treatment and you two were in the middle of a cuddle so aggressive it could be labeled a wrestling match. You rolled on top of each other, grabbed each other's wrists, played to see who could give the most kisses while you put your hands on each other's faces, laughing, and tangled up.

"GET IN THE CLOSET," Epel whispers, scrambling to throw a blanket over the scene of the crime. "But—!""THE. CLOSET."

You slam the door shut just as Vil glides in, expression sharp.

“Epel. What is this? Your bed looks like it’s been ravaged by a particularly vicious boar.” “Heheh. I toss and turn a lot?”

Vil’s eyes narrow.

He begins straightening Epel’s bed, tutting at the state of it, one step away from opening the closet.

You’re inside holding your breath and gripping Epel’s hoodie. Through the crack in the door, you can see Vil’s manicured fingers reaching for the handle.

Death is nigh. Life flashes before your eyes.

But then—

“WAIT!” Epel blurts out. “Don’t open that!”

Vil pauses. Slowly turns. “…Why not?” “Because,” Epel says, brain lagging, “I have Neige LeBlanche posters that Rook gave me there."

Silence.

“Excuse me?”“He said he wanted me to observe the real beauty and he had so many posters...’” “…”

Vil pinches the bridge of his nose, mutters something about freakish weirdos and leaves.

You tumble out five seconds later, gasping. Epel helps you up looking proud and horrified at the same time.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever said.”

“You’re so messed up.”

You both cackle like lunatics into the night.

Silver is… a problem.

Not because he doesn’t want you there. No, Silver loves having you around. It’s just—

He forgot. Literally.

You’re waking up in his bed, tangled in the sheets, and Silver blinks awake next to you looking around like he just respawned.

“Yuu...?” he mumbles, voice still sleepy. “Did we… did I…”“You invited me over last night.” “I did?” “You said ‘the moon’s lonely tonight. Come warm me up.’ It was poetic and kinda hot.” “Oh. I do remember that.”

He curls back into you like a sleepy kitten, arms around your waist. You start dozing off again—until a very distinctive knock rattles the door.

Lilia.

"Oh no. I forgot he’s on patrol.”

You scramble to hide under the covers while Silver stumbles to the door. Lilia peeks inside smile already too knowing.

“Morning, my little dreamer. Sleep well?” “Yeah.” “Alone?” “...Yes.”

Lilia’s eyes flick to the suspiciously lumpy bed. He says nothing. He simply nods.

“Tell Yuu under the sheets I said hi,” he says, and disappears into the hallway.

Silver turns to you under the blankets. “I’m never going to survive him.” You peek out and kiss his nose. “He ships us.”“I know. That’s what scares me.”

You both fall back into the bed again, resigned to your fate.

Jack is the worst at sneaking you in.

He’s too tall and too honest, and WAY too nervous. He acts guilty before you even do anything.

Tonight’s no different.

You’re in his room, cozy in his oversized hoodie (it’s so soft help), both of you curled up together on the floor with a blanket and your legs tangled. The dorm is mostly asleep, and Jack is doing his best to stay calm.

And then… the doorknob rattles.

Jack’s ears go straight up. He stands like he’s been electrocuted, grabs the blanket, and throws it over your head like that’s going to make you disappear.

“Jack. Why’s your door locked?” “Just—! Working out!” “…At midnight?” “UH. YEAH.”

You nearly choke trying not to laugh under the blanket. You feel Jack’s foot nudge you, a silent pls don’t expose me tap.

Leona finally walks away, yawning and muttering something about hormonal teenagers and their dumb secrets.

Once he’s gone, Jack collapses beside you, covering his face with both hands.

“I hate lying. I’m gonna get grey fur from this.” You kiss his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”“You’re lucky I love you.” “Aw~ you love me?” “Shut up.”

You fall asleep that night wrapped in a burrito, safe in his arms, and even if he complains the next morning, the way he keeps sneaking glances at you says he’d risk it again in a heartbeat.

Now Sebek tries to be stealthy. Tries really hard. Puts up his walls and declares he will not succumb to such foolish disobedience! But he already has. Because you’re in his room. Curled up in his bed. Wearing his oversized shirt. It’s a disaster. It’s wonderful.

Malleus has NO IDEA. Which, honestly? Makes Sebek more anxious than fighting blindfolded.

You, meanwhile, are delighted.

“Babe. Youre nervous.” “THAT IS A LIE.” “Your voice is louder than-.” “THEN PERHAPS YOU SHOULD—"

You clamp a hand over his mouth and hiss, “Shhh!”

Cue dramatic pacing. Cue Sebek swearing on his honor that if the Young Master walks in, you are to jump out the window and never look back.

Of course that’s when the knock comes.

“Sebek. I sensed unrest. Is everything alright?” “YOUNG MASTER! I—ALL IS WELL. DO NOT WORRY YOUR—YOUR HEAD.” You literally stuffing your face into the pillows to keep from laughing

Malleus, meanwhile, raises an eyebrow outside the door. He can feel another presence. One that makes Sebek’s aura thrum with warmth. He’s quiet. Then speaks.

“…Be careful, Sebek.” And walks away.

Sebek freezes. You peek up at him. “He knows, doesn’t he.”“I AM DOOMED, HUMAN.”

You snort and wrap your arms around him anyway. Doomed or not this is your favorite place to be.

So Deuce was totally against this at first.

“Yuu, what if we get caught?” he’d whispered sweating. “I’m still on thin ice with Riddle! I can’t get another demerit—I’ll die.”

And like. Yeah. Fair. But also? You pouted. You tugged on his sleeve. You gave him the eyes. What was he supposed to do, say no??

So here you are, tucked into Deuce’s bed, while he lies on top of the blanket next to you, eyes darting to the door every time the floor creaks.

And of course. OF COURSE.

Riddle knocks.

“Spade. I’m conducting a room inspection.”

Your souls leave your bodies.

Deuce leaps up, whisper-yelling “HIDE!” and you barely dive into the tiny closet before the door opens. You nearly trip over his boots, clutching his uniform jacket, heart hammering so loud you’re sure Riddle can hear it.

Meanwhile, Deuce is doing his best impression: standing at attention, sweating bullets, and praying Riddle doesn’t notice the two cups on his nightstand.

“Why are there two cups?” “Hydration, sir. I get double-thirsty.” Riddle suspiciously squint. You choke silently on a laugh

Miraculously Riddle moves on. After what feels like three years and a full background check he finally leaves.

Deuce sprints to the closet, throws the door open, and you fall into his arms like a ragdoll.

“I hate this,” he wheezes. “I hate how much I love this.”“So… tomorrow night too?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT.” (you’ll be back tomorrow night.)

[hikawilla]

(Y/N): I don't have that kind of money, but maybe we can come to an agreement?

(Y/N) starts unbuttoning his shirt

Azul: I like your desire to pay off your debts

Azul loosens his tie

Idia: Guys, we're playing… DAMN MONOPOLY!!

[toffee4you]

hey so how do you think the octopus trio would deal with a reader who just says to them, “ may your pillows and chairs always be too hot for you during summer” like a calm curse and then just walks away after the boys just really annoyed them and causing problems for everybody?

Finally getting to this one 🙂‍↕️ I assumed it was a request ask rather than an ask of personal opinion, so I went ahead and did headcanons. Copy pasted the same "curse" across them all.

Content: headcanon format, crack, anyPOV, reader is referred to as "Shrimpy" (Floyd), relationships undefined (can be platonic or romantically involved).

Did not do dialogue research for this one.

Orange dialogue is the reader. Octatrio are blue.

You and a few friends got roped into work at Monstro Lounge due to... circumstances. To be specific, Azul refused to help during Camp Vargas unless everyone signed his contract.

There was no choice but to sign it, so of course, you were worked to the bone for a whole week with everyone else.

You were not known for being outspoken or aggressive in any way, but those grueling shifts over weekdays and weekends built up a lot of exhaustion. And frustration.

With Jade and Floyd by his side, it was obviously too risky to pull anything physical.

So, when you turned in your work uniform on the last day, you slowly pivoted to Azul with the straightest expression on your face.

"May your pillows and chairs always be too hot for you during the summer."

It was a calm—perhaps even formal—speaking tone, so it took him a while to register.

"...Excuse me?"

"May your pillows and chairs always be too hot for you during the summer."

You repeated yourself again, no change in tone. Then, you just... sauntered away.

Azul was somewhat wide-eyed between offense and perplexity. It wasn't extremely personal, but it still rubbed him the wrong way. Did you think you were so slick, trying to slight him the moment you are able to retire?

"Hah! Monstro Lounge's temperature has been managed by the faeries in Night Raven College for years! If you studied a bit more, perhaps you would know that such a phenomenon is simply impossible."

His voice was raised so you could hear his comeback, but you kept walking. That was a bit more frustrating.

Worst of all? The fairy gala happened only a month after the incident, and Monstro Lounge felt like the inside of an oven. The pillows and seats were indeed too hot... As well as everything else.

Maybe he was a bit superstitious, but in a world of magic, he was wise enough to think twice before swindling you again.

You even received a few thanks from students who thought you could actually curse people, and in following days, they started pestering you to "chant your curse" towards anyone they had a vendetta against.

Jade tried to provoke the same reaction out of you after hearing Azul rant about your "unbecoming" behavior.

You could endure it until he dug up your mandrakes. The ones you were RAISING. to plant mushrooms in their stead.

You ignored him for a while, but he had a knack for getting on your nerves.

He would steal your school supplies and make you retrieve it, or hover over you all day with endless small-talk; the dry type of small-talk, like mentioning the weather or talking about Monstro Lounge's stocks.

You were not as straight-faced with Jade, but you kept your voice to a very calmly passive-aggressive tone.

"...May your pillows and chairs always be too hot for you during the summer."

Jade raised his brow in amusement, placing his hand again his chin with a sharp smile. So that's what got Azul tilted, hm?

He went along with it.

"Boo hoo! How cruel. I had only wished to know you better, but alas, this is what I receive for my kindness..!"

You just furrowed your brows at him and walked off, causing him to chuckle.

It was even more entertaining to him that he found heating pads on his chairs and pillows the next day. Perhaps he should return the favor to your room.

Thus, a passive-aggressive battle between "discreetly" heating each other's seats and cushions began.

Floyd was ignoring Azul when he ranted about you, so the eel had no clue how you reacted to getting annoyed.

He was bored of toying around with his usual victims, so he latched onto you instead.

"Hey, shrimpy~ Let's play! I'm in the mood for basketball!"

He slung himself over your back, much to your annoyance. You kept walking on, occasionally making attempts to shake him off. It did not work.

"And I'm not. I'm in the mood to study."

You really weren't, but mentioning boring things had a decent success rate of chasing Floyd away. Unfortunately, he was persistent today.

"Well, I don't WANNA study. I'm in the mood for basketball, so we're gonna play basketball."

...And so, he easily dragged you to the gymnasium.

Floyd went on his own accord and grabbed the basketball, beginning to dribble. You didn't move an inch, and it was annoying him. In fact, you were sitting down instead. He stopped his dribbling, stacking the basketball on your head as he loomed over with an almost crazed expression.

"So that's how your gonna be, huh? D'ya wanna get squeezed..?"

You stared back up at him blankly, letting out a weary sigh.

"May your pillows and chairs always be too hot for you during the summer."

"Huh? What's that s'pposed to mean?"

You brushed the ball off your head and left without further elaboration. Thank the seven he didn't chase after you.

He seemed too thrown-off by your calm reaction to bother wasting energy on you.

Floyd retold the story to Azul and Jade later that day, receiving their exasperated and entertained reactions respectively.

It was something he shrugged off until this pillows and chair were actually irritatingly hot on the following day. Jade might be the suspect, this time...

He was enjoying the situation at Floyd's expense, and all the blame would be on you.

You had to avoid getting squeezed the entire day.

[glimmerfics]

In this Choose Your Own Adventure, you're a nerd in a world that feels like a fairytale gone wrong. So why has Leona decide to take you in?

Leona Kingscholar x Reader Choose Your Own Adventure

🔗 READ/PLAY HERE 🎮interactive fanfic "Forevermore" by SleepyHedgehog368 📖 Episode 1 of ?

[sayurenoroi]

Your Mine. - Leona Kingscholar x Reader.

"Hmmmmm, why the hell am i supposed to help Heartslabyul?" you growl, confusion etched onto your facial features. "Ugh Y/n pleaseee" Ace pleads.

"Bro, Ace. Do you remember who the hell i'm married too.-" "Yeah, Housewarden Kingscholar can miss some nap-cuddles once in a while! plus Riddles gonna bite off my skin if you don't help!''

One transition later!

"Bro, Ace, i ain't never doing this again!" You practically shove the tart into the orange-bluish haired idiot's face, but re-framed from doing so. "My bad! Trey couldn't make all the tarts by himself in time! so blame him! OR CATER! he just sits around until the tarts are finished, then he gobbles them up!"

"Ok, damn Acey, never knew you hated your superiors that much." You cough, a fake one at most. "Look i gotta run now, i think im screwed at the least." You bolted onto there. Checking your pocket-watch along the way, to notice.

9:01

"GAHHH! IM SO SCREWED! LEONA GONNA BANG A TOOTH OUTTA ME!"

"Your sure right i am."

"EH!"

"Leona!...i was helping Heartslabyul with their Unbirthday Party! I swear, i didn't mean to miss our nap-cuddles, or Cheka..." "Herbivore-." He flicks your forehead. "-i will seriously knock out one of your teeth, if you don't notify me next timw. However ill will let it slide, but i need my nap-cuddles and regular ones all week. And you let me groom you. and if Cheka wanna cuddle with yah. but i aint allowin it. Your Mine."

"Excuse me, what!"

"Yah, have a problem Herbivore?"

"Yes."

"Well too bad."

Pt 2 gonna come soon! and mayhaps a Riddle, Malleus part too

[ekiimori]

Lilia art again....

Reference i used is by meteorlicht on twt

[thesunshinebunny]

Idk if your requests are open but if they aren’t ignore this you’re not obliged to do this can you make any twst characters of your choosing do hairstyles with a reader with 4c hair

absolutely yes!!!!!! this request is already SO soft and specific and wholesome and affirming in the best way. Love you!!!

Vil

First of all, Vil absolutely knows about 4C hair. n

Not just “oh it’s different,” but like... he has researched it, practiced, studied techniques. He understands the politics and the beauty.

“There is no such thing as 'difficult' hair,” he says as he parts your curls with practiced fingers, “only people too lazy to learn how to care for it.”

He uses satin gloves and gold-plated sectioning clips. His detangling game? IMMACULATE. He’s got a whole twst-version Mielle Organics lineup in his vanity.

He speaks gently while working, never rushing. He loves finger detangling and twist-outs because "your natural pattern is divine."

Will literally fight anyone who tries to touch your hair without permission. “You don’t reach for royalty without bowing first.”

Lilia

Lilia is surprisingly good at 4C hair; not because he’s experienced per se, but because he’s curious, open-minded, and has lived long enough to know that everything takes care.

He asks a lot of questions, but he’s sweet about it. “Do you prefer oil before or after your cream? Shall I try the LCO method, dearest?”

He gets so invested: watches YouTube tutorials with his glasses down his nose like a studious grandpa vampire.

Gets tangled in your bonnet once trying to surprise you with a “morning scalp massage.”

“I meant to be romantic,” he says, “but it appears I’m being devoured by satin.”

He lets you teach him, and he’s gentle.

He sings lullabies while twisting your hair, kisses your forehead every time he finishes a section.

Kalim

KALIM IS SO EXCITED.

He wants to help SO BAD. He’s the kind of guy who’s like “i got you ten leave-ins and three silk scarves and one of those scalp massager brush things!!!”

He doesn't know what he’s doing at first, at all.

He’ll tangle a comb in your coils and look at you like wet puppy, but he learns because he loves you and wants to be part of this.

He sits behind you on a pillow and plays music while he moisturizes your hair

He has a gentle touch, and when he oils your scalp he keeps whispering, “does this feel nice? do you want more pressure?”

gets so invested in your bonnet and sleep prep that he gets one too “so we match!”

Jade

Jade sees your hair as nature’s finest expression of pattern and texture, he’s captivated by the structure and intricacy of 4C hair.

He approaches haircare with the same reverence he has for tending to mushrooms: with precision, patience, and a dark kind of poetic admiration.

He studies you as much as your hair; watches how your curls behave in humidity, how you wince when it tangles, how you smile when a style holds right.

Offers to massage your scalp with warm oil and gloves and has the nerve to whisper, “such a delicate garden deserves constant care.”

Will braid your hair slowly, deliberately, like he’s weaving an ancient forest spell, has the gentlest hands and sometimes traces shapes into your edges just to make you giggle.

Trey

He's your gentle dependable rock.

He doesn’t know much at first, but he listens, closely. If you explain your hair routine once, he’ll remember it forever.

He's the one holding your spray bottle, passing you pins, putting your bonnet in the laundry for you without being asked. Wants to be useful, never invasive.

He respects the ritual of your routine like it’s sacred.

“Mind if I help detangle? You’ve had a long day.” It’s so genuine you melt

Always notices when your hair changes, he compliments it softly, just enough to make you smile. “Your curls look extra soft today...”