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Starlit Rules

Dating Vil Schoenheit comes with "rules" you imposed onto yourself for his sake. No public affection, no hand holding, nothing that can possibly ruin his reputation.

You underestimated how romantic Vil could be with you.

Notes. Vil Schoenheit/GN! Reader, second-person point-of-view “you,” you are not Yuu, blossoming relationship, fluff, Epel is a minor character

~1.3k words

Thanks to my homie @epiphyllous for writing the summary for me. I wouldn’t be able to write without you.

It was hard to believe. Who would believe that? Who would believe that you, a regular student at Night Raven College, were dating popular actor and celebrity Vil Schoenheit? You couldn’t believe it either, actually, when you received a bouquet of eleven roses with a poem stating that the last one you would receive would be when the sender would ask you out on a date. You, at the time, had no idea who that could have possibly been from, and your friends teased you that it could’ve been from Vil Schoenheit. You had laughed because the thought was ridiculous. Sure, you adored him far before you came to the school, and the moment he saw you, he decided you were a pet project worth working on, and you’ve been by his side helping him where you could ever since… Maybe in hindsight, you should’ve realized that Vil was, at the very least, interested in you.

And yet it still surprised you when Vil had approached you in private, single rose in hand, and he asked you out. “It hurts me how oblivious you are,” he had said, passing the rose into your hands.

And as if to prove how dense you were, you had asked, “Uh, wait, that was you? You sent me the roses?”

“YES.” Vil had placed his hands on his hips and huffed in annoyance. “It’s not as charming when I’m finally asking you.”

You really thought it was some elaborate joke; that perhaps someone had created their perfect Vil disguise and you’re being pranked for some stupid video on Magicam. You had looked around, rather dramatically, looking for any hint of another person holding a camera or phone.

Vil clicked his tongue at you. “Now, why would I risk my reputation for a silly prank that would humiliate the both of us?”

And, after a rush of stammering and contemplating and honestly, you couldn’t even remember all the feelings that rushed into you, you realized that, yes, Vil Schoenheit did like you like that, and, yes, he was asking you out. You recalled that your face felt hotter than it ever had before and you had stared down at his shoes, holding the rose close to your chest.

Vil had brushed some hair from your face, shocking you back into reality. He had let his hands trail down to yours and he held onto your hands, clasped around the rose, tightly. He reassured you that you didn’t have to come up with an answer so soon if you didn’t want to, and that he could tell that this information and this confession shocked you.

You had shaken your head to his suggestion, already coming to your decision in the time that your mind raced with every feeling and memory you had of him at that time. You had said yes.

And now you were dating Vil Schoenheit, popular actor and celebrity with over five million followers on Magicam. You were over the moon, and still completely in shock everyday when you remembered that the two of you were dating. “Remembered” being the key word here, as publicly (as in around the school where you followed him when you were free, as you always had) the two of you couldn’t do much romantically. At least, you thought so.

As you walked down the halls with Vil, you fidgeted next to him seeing his empty hand. Oh, how you wanted to hold it! But you couldn’t. You imagined what kind of horrible rumors and scandalous headlines would spread if you even showed an inkling of an actual romantic relationship with Vil, so you kept to yourself. Even when the two of you were in a private room (which wasn’t often, what a busy man Vil was!), you hardly did anything more than hug or Vil would kiss you lightly on the cheeks or forehead. All signs of affection were far and few between, but the two of you had barely started dating after all; it couldn’t be helped.

Still, you weren’t sure how you felt about all this. You wanted to shout to the world about your love for Vil, but you knew you couldn’t do that. As a celebrity, Vil had to worry about his public image at all times, and announcing that he was dating someone (or letting such information slip) would be social death, especially since the two of you just started dating. You had to keep to yourself for now, but the emotional toll was wearing you out.

You sat at lunch. Having finished a majority of your food, you just played with your juice box, feeling the rough ridges of the cardboard. It was a flavor of juice you didn’t like and had accidentally grabbed during the chaos of the lunch line (as it always was. Why didn’t anyone just grab their food normally and go?), so the juice was mostly full.

“Hey, wake up. You listening?” Epel, who sat to your left, asked, having stopped his conversation with Rook to look at you after you were uncharacteristically silent for too long.

“Oh, yeah,” you lied, having already told him about your relationship, knowing he wouldn’t let any secrets spill. “I just took the History Exam. My brain is fried.”

Epel nodded in understanding and began complaining about the History Exam and the class as well, and you joined in on the jokes. You stopped momentarily when he nodded to the person approaching your table, and you turned.

“Hi, Vil!” You said in excitement, and possibly with too much excitement as you cursed to yourself, hoping it wasn’t perceived in a way to negatively impact Vil’s reputation.

“Hello, darling.”

You tilted your head slightly, confused as to when Vil started calling you that. Was this the first time? It wasn’t like you didn’t mind it, but you thought it was strange to start using a pet name in public. But if Vil was using a pet name already, you wanted to come up with one to call him. “Oh, um, hello–”

Your thinking was cut short by a quick and innocent kiss to your lips, and Vil sat down, completely unbothered as he set down his tray and started eating.

You, absolutely hot and bothered, sat there with the same smile you greeted Vil with plastered on your lips, and your juice box laid in your left hand. Your face grew more and more heated, realizing what had just happened: your first kiss with Vil in public. You heard Epel gag in jest as you continued thinking about the feeling of Vil’s soft lips quickly pressing against yours. You felt eyes from other tables look your way. Then you truly realized what had happened: Vil Schoenheit had announced that he was dating someone, and that that someone was you.

Your juice box had no idea what was coming to it.

You think you must have squeezed the juice box in a panic, because the next thing you knew you were being lifted by the collar by Epel, who smelled sickly of the juice you disliked. You were being shaken like a rag doll, and Epel was yelling at you, but you had no idea what he was saying. You let yourself be shook as your head rattled with the thoughts of the ramification of Vil’s bold declaration.

Eventually, Epel let you down as another, surprisingly kind, student helped get all the juice magic’d away from him, and you sat down next to Vil again. You looked up to him shyly, keeping a wobbly smile on your face, and he smiled back at you as he pulled you closer to him by the hip, then rested his free hand on your thigh as he continued eating.

Ah. You really were dating Vil Schoenheit.

#twst #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #vil twst #twst vil #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #reader insert #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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Lonely Nights

Sayo can’t seem to sleep tonight. What shall he do?

original publish date. 2 july 2021

Notes. third-person point-of-view, fluff, Sayo Samonji, Shishiou

~400 words

Poor Sayo lied in his stuffy futon alone. The poor boy hadn’t yet met his “brothers” as his current master called them. The saniwa he called master had yet to forge them in the smithy or find them on missions, and so tonight, Sayo lied in his futon in the large tatami mat room on a warm summer night.

Being in the darkness was normal to Sayo and being alone was even more so familiar to him. He wasn’t sure why on this night, he felt the need to shake off his covers and travel out on the veranda.

The night of the new moon made the outside halls feel even darker than usual. It didn’t matter though; Sayo knew the steps he had to take. He walked down the hall, surrounded by the chirps of the cicadas and the steps he took on the wood.

Once reaching the end of the hall, he turned left and quietly opened the sliding door of the familiar yet odd western style room placed in this home. He walked in and closed the door behind, as quietly as he did on his missions, he thought. He went towards the one and only bed in the entire citadel, and with his eyes already adjusted, Sayo studied Shishiou’s form in his bed.

Shishiou was the only one of his “family,” the saniwa had told Sayo, and like Sayo, Shishiou would sleep alone at night. More importantly, to Sayo, Shishiou had been Sayo’s “big brother” in this new form and household. While other families like the Awataguchi and Sanjo already had each other, Sayo still had to wait and wait and wait to become a “family” for the saniwa, and so, Shishiou who had no one else, took care of Sayo.

Shishiou faced towards the wall, curled away from where Sayo stood. It would be a little hard to do, but Sayo had done it before.

Sayo walked to the end of the bed and quietly crawled in. He crawled slowly and as softly as he could, so he wouldn’t wake up poor Shishiou. Little Sayo crawled in between Shishiou’s arms, and despite it being a warm summer night, Sayo fell into a deep sleep, feeling safe with his other “big brother.”

#touken ranbu #tkrb #sayo samonji #shishiou #shishiou tkrb #shishiou touken ranbu #writing #fanfic #lmao i forgot to post this so long ago

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niklietwriting · 1 year

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IM LITERALLY STALKING YOUR BLOG LIKE A DEPRIVED WHORE FOR YOUR WRITING AND OMG IM SO HONORED TO BE THE FIRST FERAL COMMENT

BDJSKDKFJ thank you one day I will write more. It is simply a problem of my brain juices and whether they will flow or not

#ask #answer #amorisqasayid

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niklietwriting · 1 year

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Masterlist

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niklietwriting · 1 year

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Not to put you on blast but this is literally my first feral comment on any fanfic and I'm so glad you liked this

Beautiful Distraction

Rook and you have hardly held hands. Rook wants to fix that.

Notes. Rook/GN! Reader, second-person point-of-view “you,” established romantic relationship, fluff, hand-holding, you are a Pomefiore student, you are a first-year, Epel is a minor character, Vil is mentioned

~1.6k words

You’ve always been a very skittish person, it’s just how it was, but it had been tenfold when Rook set his eyes on you. It was a weird game you two played, even before you were dating. Rook wanted to hunt, and you didn’t want to get caught, though the reasons why you two played this game were different now that you were dating. Usually, Rook would be hiding somewhere, anywhere out of direct sight of your eyes and with steps quieter than a mouse. You would try your best to listen for signs of Rook and take effort to not be so easily caught, weaving and hiding around campus, with a new path outside of going to class.

Keep reading

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Beautiful Distraction

Rook and you have hardly held hands. Rook wants to fix that.

~1.6k words

You’ve always been a very skittish person, it's just how it was, but it had been tenfold when Rook set his eyes on you. It was a weird game you two played, even before you were dating. Rook wanted to hunt, and you didn’t want to get caught, though the reasons why you two played this game were different now that you were dating. Usually, Rook would be hiding somewhere, anywhere out of direct sight of your eyes and with steps quieter than a mouse. You would try your best to listen for signs of Rook and take effort to not be so easily caught, weaving and hiding around campus, with a new path outside of going to class.

And so it wasn’t very strange that you got very, very alarmed when Rook decided to simply walk you to class that cold morning.

“Is something wrong, mon amour? You seem… tense.” Rook brushed your hair behind your ear, letting his hands rest on your shoulder afterward as he looked in your eyes. Rook tilted his head in question, acting as if everything was normal.

You fidgeted because of course this was weird. Rook only really walked with you around Pomefiore’s gardens or down the hall to one of your rooms. Walking in the hallway? Next to each other? That’s just weird for you two. “You’re up to something, I know it.”

“As perceptive as ever, dear.” Rook sighed and scooped up your hand in his, placing a quick kiss on top of your knuckles before intertwining your fingers together and letting your hands fall to your sides. “I just realized we’ve never done this in public before.”

You looked at your gloved hands linked together between the two of you. Hand holding? Was that it? When you thought about it, it was true and strange that the two of you had never held hands normally in public before. You hardly held hands ever, even in private.

And yet you looked at your hands with skepticism nonetheless, because you knew Rook. It couldn’t be as simple as hand holding in public for the first time after you two started dating. You held hands with your friends casually before; actually, did that bother Rook? You narrowed your eyes at Rook, who simply smiled in response, then you shrugged. You knew you weren’t going to get answers from Rook, even if you asked the right questions, Rook would simply begin a long, winding, beautiful monologue that, honestly, if long enough, you’d lose sight of the original question being answered and just focus on what he was saying.

It was simple and less nerve-wracking for you for the next couple of weeks. Every day instead of you scurrying away before Rook would start your game, you would be asked to wait for Rook in front of the dorms; Rook wanted to hold your hand after all. At first, you kept your guard up, only lightly letting your hand rest on Rook’s outstretched one whenever you two met. But, day after day and between every class, you eventually relaxed, letting your heart slow to a relatively relaxed pace. You even began to look forward to meeting Rook in the morning so you could clasp your hands and bound to class together.

The thought of holding hands and walking down the hall was a simple but romantic wish that you hadn’t really thought of making true, but was welcomed after weeks of Rook’s hunting game. The feeling of being safe in your boyfriend’s hands made your heart flutter positively in excitement. It definitely beat the other flutter in your chest back when the two played your game, which was definitely fun, but your heart preferred this rest.

Like any morning from the past two weeks, you woke up with a hop in your step as you got ready for the day. Shirt, pants, belt, vest, blazer–all neatly pressed and ironed for a new day. You pulled on your gloves after finishing up your hair. You hadn’t worn the gloves during the beginning of the year, but after getting chastised by both the Housewarden and your boyfriend, you finally agreed that Night Raven College’s gloves really did pull the outfit together. After a careful look over of your appearance, you approved of yourself and headed out the door.

“Oh–!” Epel had tripped on a bump in the magnificent carpet in the Pomefiore hallway that morning and incidentally spilled the potion he meant to bring to class. It, fortunately, only had a little slip out from its loose cap, and Epel had only tripped a little, easily catching himself. It, unfortunately, landed directly on you, who had enough reflex to at least throw your hands up, so the little that did spill fell only on your gloves.

“You good, Epel?” you asked as you stared at your hands. You felt as if the gloves were wrapping around your fingers and your palm. At one point the gloves had fit you perfectly before it got tighter and tighter– “Epel, is that the potion we made for the project last night?”

“Yeah.” Epel stated rather casually, retwisting the cap on top of the container. “Yup, we still have enough for today, so it should be good.”

You ripped the gloves off your hands as they continued to shrink and watched them shrink until they were barely the size of the tip of your finger. “Well, I don’t think I can use these anymore.”

“Ah, sorry.” Epel genuinely looked apologetic, with his lips pursed as he watched you tuck the little gloves into your blazer pocket. “You have another pair?”

“Nope. Don’t have the time to buy another set either. Jeez, who let the carpet scrunch up like this? Whose turn was it to clean the hallway last night?” You groaned as you whipped out your magic pen, waving it around and setting the carpet back in its place.

“I don’t know, sorry. Vil and Rook would know for sure.”

“True. Well, gotta go hold my boyfriend’s hand.”

Epel gagged. “If you don’t stop shoving your PDA down my throat…”

You laughed at Epel’s reaction, waved a short goodbye, and headed out of the main Pomefiore building.

Your hands felt naked that morning, as you had grown accustomed to wearing the gloves for a minimum of twelve hours a day. It didn’t help that, despite Pomefiore Dorm being in a magic dimension separated from the real world, it still decided to match the weather out there whenever it wanted. And today, being an early week in February, was particularly cold and not something you were used to. You breathed hot air into your hands cupped over your mouth before waving to Rook, who stood under the same tree he stood under every morning, arms crossed as they always were.

“Oh, darling, where are your gloves?” Rook asked as you walked up to him.

“Shrinking potion accident.” You opened and closed your hands in rapid succession as if you were using hand puppets. “It’s cold, sorry.”

“A shame that Epel spilled that potion, but shall we hold hands to keep yours warm?”

You laughed; it was a laughter of excitement deep in your throat. “Yes, please.” And through your own giddy excitement, you didn’t even realize to ask how Rook knew that Epel was the one to spill the potion.

Rook simply held his open hand to his side, lower than usual, but it wasn’t like you didn’t know where his hands would be. Rook met your hand, faster than usual even, and gripped tightly.

“Oh, Rook, you don’t have to hold on like I’m gonna… run… away.” And you realized. You realized that Rook had mentioned Epel when you had not said the boy’s name. You realized that the bump in the carpet was not based on a student’s carelessness, but based on Rook’s careful planning. You realized that the last two weeks were just a way to lead to this. Where you had expected to feel the familiar leather of Rook’s gloves was just the warmth of bare skin on skin.

“R-Rook?!” You practically screeched your boyfriend’s name as you turned your body towards him. The unfamiliar sense of Rook’s bare hand sent your mind into overdrive, your panicked mind flashing to the past two weeks of Rook easing you into normal hand-holding only to lead to this.. this… “Lewd!”

“Lewd? Hand-holding?” Rook smiled at his partner’s exaggerated gestures and facial expressions. He brought his other (ungloved) hand up to your cheek. “Why, we’ve done far lewder things than simple hand-holding. Should I remind you?”

Rook’s thumb brushed against your lips, and you were ready to scream again, remembering from the brush that the two of you have kissed plenty of times before. Couples usually held hands before kissing, didn’t they? “No, no, I’m good,” you mumbled, knowing that your cheeks and ears couldn’t handle any more heat.

Rook tipped your chin upwards and gazed into your eyes. You could hardly look at him in return.

“Nope!” You smashed your face into Rook’s chest, letting go of his hand and forcing yourselves into a one-sided hug.

If you hadn’t literally knocked the wind out of him, Rook may have congratulated you for the strength you displayed there, forcing Rook into a tight squeeze with a refusal to kiss. After collecting himself, Rook smiled again and wrapped his own arms back around you. The two of you stood in the garden, quietly enjoying the warmth of each other on the cold winter day.

#rook x reader #rook hunt x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #rook hunt #rook twst #twst rook #reader insert #fanfic

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Whispers

Idia loves you. He does. He even tells you in your sleep.

Notes. Idia/GN! Reader, second-person point-of-view "you," established romantic relationship, fluff

~300 words

“Hey, you awake?”

You probably weren’t, Idia thought, but he asked anyway as he crawled over your body to get on the bed. It was three A.M., and you usually fell asleep by one or two. It wasn’t unusual for Idia to be up so late, but it was rather unusual that he decided to go to bed “early.” He settled in next to you, where you were positioned where your head was at his chest when he got under the blankets with you. Your warmth washed over him and he felt his heartbeat slow down looking at your sleeping face. You were so cute.

He brushed some hair out of your face and asked again, “Are you awake?”

You didn’t respond, only keeping a steady breath as you slept away.

Idia breathed out through his nose a sigh of relief. He trailed his hand down your arm and gazed at you softly. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“Love you, too.” You giggled back and opened your eyes to look at him. You smiled at his blushing and shocked face, surrounded by his hair in a bright shade of pink.

“I, uh, you–” he sputtered out single words, never forming a single sentence.

“I’m pretty good at acting, huh?” You laughed again and leaned up to kiss him before quickly diving back down into his chest, staying in the warm space under the blankets.

The kiss had stopped Idia from talking anymore, and he just rolled his eyes and put his arms over you as you cuddled him. At least he could be sure now that the two of you loved each other, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

#idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #reader insert #idia twst #twst idia #twst x reader

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Bond Points

Idia and you have been dating for a few weeks. Idia thinks of a good way to "level-up" the relationship.

Notes. Idia/GN! Reader, second-person point-of-view "you," pre-established romantic relationship, fluff, use of NA terms and translations (Gloomurai) and use of Idia's "shi"

~1.1k words

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It had been just like any other weekend in Idia’s room. Idia sat at his computer, typing away at coding to improve his brother’s capabilities, while you laid on your stomach on Idia’s bed to the left. Ever since the two of you started dating, weekends had just been you relaxing from taking care of Grim by sending Grim to Heartslabyul and you hiding away in Ignihyde, just being an honorary resident at this point with how many people recognized you whenever you walked over with your overnight bag. And just like any other late night, Idia needed a midnight snack.

“Hey, babe,” Idia’s breath hitched when saying babe, an awkward pause between the A and second B got stuck in his throat when he tried out calling you a pet name for the first time, “can you buy me Sunchips and a Monster from the vending machine?”

What prompted Idia to think about doing this? Idia and you had been dating since the both of you came back from Winter Break (after a very confused self-reflection during the week, and some yelling and talking it out when he came back to campus), and nothing much of your relationship had changed besides that hugs weren’t as embarrassing and you allowed yourself to kiss Idia whenever you wanted. Idia wanted to do something for the relationship, instead of letting you take the reins, he thought. Another part of him thought that maybe this was too normie and absolutely cringe. After all, in games and sometimes he heard people on campus call each other by pet names at lunch and–ugh, definitely cringe. He coped and told himself that it was “leveling up” the relationship.

Silence to the left of Idia and his desk. Idia mechanically turned his swivel chair towards his bed, pressing his lips together in a tight line, not letting any embarrassment seep out to look at your face.

If your eyes could pop out of your head, now would be the perfect time for it to happen. By the time Idia looked at you, your eyes were already wide, blinking rapidly as you frantically looked side-to-side as if there was anyone else in the room that Idia could refer to. Of course, who else would Idia be referring to?

Idia watched as the red creeped onto your cheeks and spread to your whole face. Nice. Idia smiled, no doubt his toothy grin turning into a smirk as he watched you, flustered and trying to compose yourself. “Is something wrong? Doesn’t look like you were in the middle of a rhythm game or anything.”

“I, uh,” you picked up your phone once, glancing at it, put it back down, then picked it back up again, probably checking if that moment was real and not some hellish dreamscape. You breathed out slowly, calming yourself, though the blush never left your face. You slid your phone under the pillow you were using, and slowly smiled. “What was that, honey? Didn’t hear you the first time.”

Oh fuck. The edges of Idia’s hair no doubt turned that wonderful shade of pink as his smirk turned more into a lopsided smile. He was sure he was blushing too, based on the warmth he felt from his body. He tugged at the ends of his jacket. “Haha, I know you heard me, but babe, could you get me some chips and drinks from the vending machine? I’ll give you the money.” If you were going to turn this into a game, then Idia wouldn’t lose.

And so it did turn into a game. For the whole week after, the two of you only called each other by increasingly more disgusting pet names you two could think of and search for on the internet.

“Sweetie.”

“Baby.”

“Dear.”

“Darling.”

“Love.”

“Your highness.”

“Dreamy.”

“Shrimpy.” You didn’t like this one, probably because only Floyd called you that when you didn’t ask, and Idia received the hardest punch to the stomach he’s ever gotten from his partner before. (You apologized and gave lots of kisses afterward.)

“Widdle kitty.” Idia tickled you in response. That one was just a low blow to cringe Idia said before, and how had you heard him say that? It wasn’t like you were near him when he was talking about Leona during Halloween… How dare you call him that? (Idia didn’t apologize at all.)

“Hey… isn’t Gloomy and you using ‘shi’ enough?” It was the weekend again, and once again you lied in Idia’s bed, hugging a pillow to your stomach and kicking your feet in the air. “We keep trying different pet names but like… Gloomy is a nickname already, technically…”

“Hmm, I dunno. I think you kinda liked the time I called you ‘your highness.’”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up.” You buried your face into the pillow you held onto, and muffled through the pillow said, “I did, but man…” You raised your head up and looked to Idia. “Did you like any that I came up with?”

“Maybe the more normal ones? But it def felt cringe the whole time.”

You groaned and threw your head back into the pillow. “Sorry, I guess Gloomy and Idia works just fine, huh?”

Idia chuckled and lifted himself from his seat and climbed over his sulking partner. “I’m sorry, did you want to call me something too,” he flipped you over onto your back, “or were you fine with just being my highness?”

The constant onslaught of pet names throughout the week must’ve made Idia’s resolve stronger, because there was no way he would normally say that kind of line. Idia thought he might’ve cringed on the inside, but damn did he say it.

Idia didn’t even know that people could turn this shade of red, and you looked like a beet. Better not to comment on it.

You stammered away, barely getting any sound out, much less actual words, before you pulled the pillow up to cover your entire face. “Shut up, cringe alert,” you said, muffled through the thick pillows that you forced Idia to buy.

Idia hummed in amusement, then pulled the pillow down, and landed a quick kiss to your forehead before crawling off the bed to sit at his computer. If the sound of you kicking your feet meant anything, it meant Idia had won this battle. Nice. Relationship leveled up.

Hey thanks for reading this far ummm if you don't like my... pet name choices feel free to switch them around in your imagination lmao

#idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst idia #reader insert #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #idia twst

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Coming in Clutch

Notes. Idia/GN!Reader, second-person point-of-view “you,” pre-established friendship, fluff

~1.2k words

It was just another Friday night where you sat in your little corner in Idia’s room, gaming away with Idia and Muscle Red over the weekly raid. But today was different. It was the last Friday and the last hour the three of you could grind the event boss, and you were just one boss fight away from reaching a safe ranking for the event-end prizes the three of you wanted.

You sweated in your seat, eyes darting between your cooldown and everyone’s positions on the screen. You needed to get in one last heal before the boss did its unavoidable attack in fifteen to twenty seconds. Your cooldown was at nineteen seconds with a half-second cast time.

You announced your predicament out-loud to Idia, or Gloomy as you liked to call him during gaming sessions.

“Just keep dodging and cast it ASAP. I need to be alive after it hits all of us.”

You nodded in silence and watched Idia’s character dodge and attack the boss when it could. You did the same while staring down your healing spell. Ten seconds remained.

As a healer, there was only so much you could do besides roll around and do dozens of points of damage compared to Idia’s and Muscle Red’s thousands. You cursed the three-person guild team composition you had, knowing Idia wasn’t open to adding more members. The way your guild was only made this event boss that much harder; the game even recommended at least six people to a party.

No time for complaints now. You looked back at the cooldown. Three seconds.

You emoted to let the team know to get ready for heals, and the others promptly gathered around you. Two seconds.

You cursed, realizing you let your team know just a little too early. You couldn’t tell if the boss had lost enough health points to die after Idia would release his ult. One second.

Though your call was bad, you steadied yourself despite the deep pounding in your heart. It became so loud, you couldn’t even hear the game music over it. You waited for the call. Zero.

You jabbed the heal key and watched the boss raise its staff to sweep at everyone. Just as the boss brought down its staff, your heal spell went through and everyone regained just enough health points to stand the massive damage the boss made. You did it; you did your part. Next was just what Gloomy could do.

As the after effects of the boss’s last attack cleared, Idia cast his own ult, killing the boss in one final hit.

You watched the boss fall, the game playing it in slow motion in its signature style. You weren’t sure when you had stopped breathing, but you felt yourself take a sharp breath when the cheesy ENDED flashed across the screen before the game sent you to the loading screen back to your guild’s home.

You ripped your earphones out of your ears before your character could even congratulate you and jumped out of your seat to run towards Idia.

Idia, having the same train of thought, met you in the short distance between your two desks, his face was elated and covered in sweat as well.

“Yay!” The two of you high-fived immediately.

“Yay!” You two high-fived with both hands, adding a cute, little jump into the mix.

“Yay!” You both said again, Idia’s coming out a little more confused than yours as you grabbed his hands to force him to throw his arms open.

“Yay!” you said again by yourself, as you threw yourself onto Idia and wrapped your arms around him in a tight squeeze. You buried your face into his chest and interlocked your fingers behind his back. You’re sure you were smiling with your face pressed against his chest, feeling the coolness of his skin through his shirt.

You stayed in this position for a moment, with Idia’s hands hovering around you. You hadn’t noticed what you had done until Idia finally placed his hands lightly on your back. You jolted and looked up at Idia’s face.

Idia smiled meekly at you, his pale cheeks turned slightly pink as the edges of his hair ran the same color. He laughed weakly when your eyes met and he looked away, only more nervous.

You jumped and stepped back from the embrace, pulling your arms stiffly to your sides like a soldier who had been caught goofing off by his superior officer. “Uh, let’s, um–” you stammered. “SHALL WE WATCH ANIME AFTER SAYING GOODBYE TO RED?”

“Yeah, sure,” said Idia, hopping back to his computer to text Muscle Red, and you followed suit.

The two of you sat near each other as you watched Idia’s computer screen play whatever anime had been released that week, but the only thing you could concentrate on was the heat that never left your face.

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The event boss finally fell to the floor in slow-motion, in style with the game Idia had been playing with you and Red. Idia breathed a sigh of relief as the corny ENDED showed up on his screen. He finally didn’t have to look at this boss in the face until next year. He turned towards you as he moved his headphones to his shoulders. Watching you hop from your seat, he rose to meet you in between the short distances between your desks.

“Yay!” He raised his hand in tandem with yours for the celebratory high-five.

“Yay!” He followed you when you jumped and raised both hands for a double-high five.

“Yay?” You threw his arms to the side. Confused, he just kept them raised in the spot you left them.

“Yay!” Idia didn’t copy this time, instead letting out a small squeak when you threw yourself into his chest and wrapped your arms around him. Idia felt the heat emanate from you and felt his own cheeks flush with embarrassment and shock. He panicked and wondered what to do as your arms tightened fingers interlocked behind his back. Idia looked at his own hands, and his fingers trembled slightly from the shock of the embrace.

As his heart slowed down, he realized how he had let his hands float above your back instead of doing the normal thing of hugging someone back. And so he did. He lightly placed his hands on your back, letting them find their way to a comfortable spot for him to stay. He felt you jolt when he placed his hands on your back, and he wondered if he wasn’t supposed to.

You looked up to him, your face as red as his hair when he felt intense, and he felt his heart skip a beat. Idia hoped that the smile he currently felt on his face was a nice one, and not the creepy one that he always struggled with. When he realized that your eyes had met, he let out a soft laugh and turned his eyes away.

You stepped away from him, and Idia couldn’t help but miss the warmth you temporarily gave him. “Uh, let’s, um–” Idia was glad, almost, that the two of you were equally embarrassed about this. “SHALL WE WATCH ANIME AFTER SAYING GOODBYE TO RED?”

“Yeah, sure,” Idia said, playing with his hands as he walked towards his computer. He texted his goodbyes to Muscle Red while trying to ignore how hard his heart was beating in his chest.

Idia put on whatever anime had aired that week and sat near you, but he hardly paid attention to the show, and instead kept stealing glances to your ever-red face.

#idia x reader #twst x reader #idia shroud #twst #twisted wonderland #fanfic #inserts #uhhh i havent written and posted stuff like this before #thanks to my homie for reading it for me #im scared of writing things

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