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Idia Shroud x Reader: Thighs (NSFW)
Hi, this is super self-indulgent smut. It's been on my mind for like a week straight now and I got the motivation to write it finally after reading a fic by @treysimp which you should totally check out btw it's the couch series with Idia and the NSFW continuation is everything I need to breathe.
This features a reader with no pronouns and anatomy isn't ever discussed for them!
Part 02
Word Count: 2,759
Idia Shroud x Reader: Thighs
Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!
It had taken, in all honesty, months to get Idia more comfortable around you. He had issues with confidence, but also issued when it came to any social situation. Physical intimacy in itself was a foreign concept to him, you were pretty damn sure. It all started off slow, grazing your shoulder against his when you guys were gaming together, putting your hand on his shoulder, and eventually sitting shoulder to shoulder with him.
Just those small things made him burn up and flinch at first, but now he was calm. Things like hugging took longer, always starting out with your hand barely touching his linking arms, then finally a side hug. Kissing? Boy that in itself was a beast.
Finally though, after months, Idia was finally getting used to the fact that you wanted to touch him, kiss him, and over all just be with him. He never thought he’d ever actually get a significant other in his lifetime, but here you were.
Now you sat on his lap, watching him game while also scrolling through your phone and liking random memes. You’d occasionally get his attention when the game wasn’t at some serious point to show him some. You laughed at a particular funny meme, clicking the like button and feeling Idia shifting under you to get a better look.
“That’s so cringe.” Idia commented with a grimace and you raised an eyebrow while looking at him.
“So, you’re cringe and I still like you.” You pointed out, making him pout. He opened his mouth to say something before noticing you were giggling, “I’m sorry that was kinda mean.” You cooed, trying to cool off your boyfriend.
“Ya it was, and if I’m cringe what does that make you?” He said, adjusting you in his lap while he unpaused his game.
“A cringe lord, obviously. Master of the Cringe…ruler of the cringe-topia, the cringiest of cringe.” You began listing off before he groaned, moving his head into the crook of your neck as he clearly was being dramatic.
“You can s-stop now, you know.” He muttered and you chuckled again before you went back to scrolling through your phone.
In between the memes, you’d occasionally run into some random couple photo that you knew would make Idia groan and call them ‘Normies’ if he bothered to look. You couldn’t help but like them though, imagining you and Idia in those situations. You wished he’d let you snap a photo of the two of you during one of his gaming sessions. To you, it looked like the perfect gamer couple scenario, and the blue lighting of the room was picturesque.
Just as you were thinking this, you came across a mini video. It had a guy playing video games and his girlfriend trying to get his attention, before finally sitting on his lap with their chest to them and kissing the breath right of his lungs. The thought made you flush. It’s not like Idia wasn’t paying attention to you, you guys had made an agreement today to spend the day together just doing your own thing. Him just letting you sit on his lap was already more than enough.
Still, the thought of kissing him breathlessly was enticing. You two had never gone further than heavy makeout sessions, and while that was fine you were craving something more. Kissing him while you sat on his lap might be a good leeway into those things. Still, you always respected Idia’s boundaries and always asked before doing anything that might make him uncomfortable.
“Idia?” You asked, getting his attention. The video game he was playing was some open world RPG and his character was in town buying supplies, so it was the perfect time for him to save and put the controller down. Still, he continued gaming, simply humming in response to let you know he heard you, “Wanna make out?”
Idia froze and you could see the tips of his blue hair turning pink, and you knew if you looked behind you his face would have the same pink dusting across his cheeks. “I-w you want to what?” Idia said, almost shrieking right in your ear.
“I mean…we’ve done it before. And I really wanna do it right now. That cool with you, or nah?” You asked, fully willing to drop the subject at the slightest hint of resistance.
“I-I mean I wouldn’t mind but…” He trailed off and you finally turned to look at him. You waited patiently for him to say anything else and he took in a shark breath. “Y-you’re on my lap though…” You seemed to catch his drift pretty fast.
It was no secret that every time you guys had a particularly steamy makeout session, he’d excuse himself right after and angle his body just right so you couldn’t see what he was working with. Disappearing to the bathroom and coming back like nothing happened, but definitely not being able to make eye contact with you afterwards.
“So what? If you get excited I’m down to help if you want. Or I can get up and let you take care of things yourself. I don’t mind.” You were pretty sure your words made Idia short circuit for a moment as he dropped his controller and it fell to the ground.
“I you…wait does that mean?” Idia said, covering his face with his hands, too mortified to think straight. He thought he wasn't suspicious at all, but apparently it had been clear as day that whenever you made out it made him harder than a rock and he had to leave before you noticed.
“Idia, seriously it’s fine. It’s a compliment, really. Besides, you should see the state you leave me in.” You joked and he looked at you from the cracks of his finger.
“I uh…put you in a state?” He managed to murmur out and you did your best not to chuckle at how innocent his voice seemed right now.
“Hot and bothered, every time without fail.” You put it bluntly and he squealed, covering his eyes again but you could see the corners of his mouth trying to go into a smile. “So, can I kiss you or nah? All up to you, pretty boy.” You said, trying to calm him down.
“I…okay…” He finally murmured, moving his hands away from his face. You couldn’t help but smile as his hands wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer to his chest. You angled yourself just enough to capture his lips, your mouth clashing with his chapped lips.
You hummed happily at the taste of energy drinks and some chocolate snack you guys had shared earlier that day. The warm, fuzzy feeling that always overwhelmed your senses made you hum happily against his lips. He returned the kiss tentatively, his breath hitching as he tasted you. He groaned into the kiss, feeling how your teeth nibbled slightly on his bottom lip.
Idia nervously opened his mouth enough for your tongue to explore; you loved every minute as one of your hands came up and ran through his hair, clutching it a bit closer so he wouldn’t just pull away. It was all a bit messy as Idia slowly grew more confident in your lips moving against him and you whimpered into his mouth as he began taking control of the kiss.
You could feel him underneath you, slowly getting harder and you couldn’t help but be cheeky and grind your ass against his crotch. This earned a gasp from him, his clammy hands clutching your waist tighter as he separated from the kiss, a small string of saliva still connecting you two.
His length was poking you through his sweatpants and you knew it had to be uncomfortable. Idia’s breath was labored as he looked at you with hazy eyes. “You uh…you said you wouldn’t mind helping me…?” Idia finally said, his voice dipping down a bit lower than normal, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Ya…however you’d like. My hands, mouth, or body. Your choice, Idia.” You said, leaning in to kiss his jaw, since it was all you could reach at this angle. Your back was still firmly pressed against his chest, and as much as you wanted to shift to face him, you knew he was more comfortable like this.
“I…you can see…I don’t know if I can…” He kept murmuring, not knowing how to articulate his words properly. You smiled as your hand played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You don’t feel comfortable with me seeing your body, is that it?” You asked and he nodded, looking anywhere but your eyes, “Do you feel comfortable seeing mine?” You asked, getting an idea.
“I…wouldn't mind but if I see all of you, it might be too much to handle…” He bit down on his lower lip, a bad habit of his whenever he got nervous.
“Do you have any lube at your desk?” You asked, knowing damn well he’s watched hentai at his desk before. He froze up before putting his head into the crook of your neck and murmuring out a yes. He squeezed your waist again, making you smile at how adorable he was being. “Where is it Idia?” You asked and he took one shaky hand and pointed at the drawer.
You leaned forward, making Idia gasp as you shifted against him, and opened the drawer. It wasn't hard to find the half full bottle of lube sitting in there, and you grabbed it happily. You put it in front of you before moving to your pants and unbuttoning them. Idia seemed to scramble, not knowing what you were doing.
You chuckled at him as he began stuttering out a sentence, but stopped as he saw your thighs coming into view as you pushed off just your pants. Your underwear still remained and it was slightly obscured by your school shirt. You went and pulled off your tie, then unbuttoned the first three buttons of your shirt so if he wanted to he could peek inside your shirt.
“How about this, Idia.” You began, pulling his attention away from your plush looking thighs and back to your face. “I’ll wrap my tie around my eyes so I can’t see anything, and you can fuck my thighs with some of the lube. I won’t be able to see anything then, and you’ll be in control of everything that’s happening. This way I can still help you.”
“I…” Idia’s face was scarlet at this point as he processed what you said. You were going to let a filthy shut-in like himself fuck your thighs at his desk chair? This wasn’t really happening; it was too good to be true. “Are you sure?” He finally managed and you nodded.
“Super sure, now do you wanna or?” You asked and he nodded his head frantically, “Cool…want me to spread the lube on my thighs or will you do that when you’re ready?”
Idia didn’t know how to respond as he bit his lip again and averted your eyes. You chuckled as you grabbed the lube and poured some on a hand. You spread your legs a bit, spreading the lube where you thought he’d probably be using you, before wiping the excess off on Idia’s sweats. He went to protest, but realized he’d probably be making a mess of your underwear anyway.
You then went and wrapped your tie around your eyes and made sure it was snug and couldn’t see anything. Idia watched and decided to show two fingers in front of you to see if you’d say anything. You didn’t, just sat patiently for him to make a move. Once Idia was sure you couldn’t see, he felt a little more confident.
He shifted you on his lap as he worked on pulling down his sweats and underwear. You helped by hovering while he pushed them down to his ankles and slowly guided you back onto his lap. You could feel his hot length rubbing between your thighs, making you gasp in surprise.
“I s-sorry was I not supposed to…?” Idia felt a moment of panic before you quickly quelled it.
“N-no you’re fine. You just feel bigger than I thought, is all.” You admitted and he could see your face growing a bit hot. It filled him with a sense of pride, realizing that he was going beyond your expectations. Still, the thought of you seeing him was too much to bear right now. He’d just use your thighs, just like you said he could.
He moved your thighs to close around his cock and it was his time to gasp, feeling how warm and slick they were. The soft skin wrapping around his length almost made him cum right then and there. He hissed as he slowly lifted your thighs and slammed them back down onto his lap. He couldn’t help the broken moan that escaped him at the sensation.
Your thighs were just right and you yourself were biting down moans as he slowly began moving your thighs up and down his cock. Occasionally he would thrust his hips up to meet your thighs and you couldn’t help the whimper. The thoughts of his cock now being between just your thighs but inside of you was driving you wild and you knew your underwear probably was getting a wet patch on them from your arousal.
Idia’s nails dug into the skin of your thighs, possibly leaving marks and maybe even breaking skin, but you couldn’t really tell. All you knew was your heart rate speeding up and the sensation of Idia’s labored breath fanning across your neck in between his moans.
“F-feel so good, Idia.” You encouraged him, noticing how his cock twitched in between your thighs and you swore you felt a glob of precum splatter on your thigh, “So good for me.” You murmur lovingly. He groaned as he moved one hand to your face and forced you to turn your head.
His lips crashed into your own in a heated and sloppy makeout session, leaving you dizzy with sensations. His hand left your face and went back to your thigh, but you kept your mouth there, accepting every hungry kiss of his. You were on cloud nine and just from that alone you felt like you could cum yourself.
All too soon for your liking, Idia’s breath and hips stuttered and you felt him groan into your mouth as his cum painted your thighs white. You shivered at the feeling of how hot it was and he parted from your lips, panting against them as he came down.
“I…thank you.” Idia finally said, not knowing what else to do. You chuckled as you pointed at your lips, wanting another kiss but not wanting to miss him. He leaned in, giving a chaste kiss as he lifted you off him and tugged his pants back on. “You can uh, take off the blindfold now.” He said, giving you the green light.
You untied the back and then turned to Idia, looking at his flush his cheeks were and his half lidded eyes. He had a nervous grin on his face as he took you in. You stood up fully and looked down at your thighs, admiring the white streaks on them. Idia covered his mouth, looking away.
“S-sorry, I’ll clean you up. I uh don’t think I got it on your shirt or underwear…” He paused as he looked over at you. You couldn’t help but be cheeky, running a finger over some of the cum and then popping in into your mouth. You let out a theatrical moan at the taste of him. It wasn’t exactly the best, but like hell you’d ever ruin that slight confidence of his.
Idia was cherry red as he watched you suck your finger, basically just eating his cum, “I hope next time I can get it right from the source, huh Idia?” You said suggestively and he covered his mouth with his hand.
“Y-you’re gonna kill me one of these days.” Idia finally murmured and you just laughed and shook your head.
“Well come on, you were planning on being a gentleman and cleaning me off right?” You asked, holding out your clean hand for him to take. Idia got up slowly and began dragging you to his bathroom to clean up any evidence of what you two did, and hopefully get over his embarrassment.
Should I make a continuation? Because I totally have an idea and would write an AFAB and AMAB version. Decisions, decisions...
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Why Would You Do That?
Notes: This is based on a dream I had about Idia a last night. Pt 2
Characters: Idia Shroud ft. Ortho Shroud and Azul Ashengrotto
Summary: Idia gets jealous and does a big little mess up
Warnings: None. Idia being jealous, Idia’s a little ooc (he actually talks to someone), Not entirely proofread, but I tried.
Word Count: 2366 dam boy really brought it out of me. I wrote it all in like two hours too.
Gn!Reader
You were walking with one of your friends down the school hall, laughing and talking about something that had happened. Unbeknownst to you, your friend Idia was on the other side of the hallway. Retreating back to his room after his club meeting with the board game club. He saw you and your friend laughing. He saw how happy your friend made you. And it stirred something up in Idia.
You didn’t see Idia as he walked past, as you were pretty invested in your conversation. What you also didn’t notice was Idia silently and swiftly grabbing your notebook, which sat on top of the small pile of things you were carrying.
Idia didn’t know what came over him. He wasn’t like this. He would never steal someone's belongings, especially his only friends. But seeing you with that other guy irked something inside Idia. He couldn’t help it. Idia wanted him away from you.
“Big brother-!” Ortho’s cheerful voice came from across the room. Idia fumbled with your journal before hiding it under his sheets, and he looked at Ortho, wondering what his beloved brother wanted. “Yes, Ortho?” Idia asked the young boy and a small smile appeared on his face.
Ortho smiled as he sat on Idia’s bed. “I learned this new trick from a fellow first year in Heartslabyul, Ace Trappola. Look, big brother!” Ortho cheered as he did a card flourish perfectly. It was a more simple one, but for just learning it, Ortho did a great job. It warmed Idia’s heart to see his brother having so much fun. “That’s amazing, Ortho,” Idua said before the younger boy smiled at him and left, saying he had to go and meet with another friend of his. Idia was glad Ortho wasn’t anything like him and actually had friends. While Idia only had enough to count on one hand. Barely that even. And it was probably about to be one less when the prefect realized he was the one who took their journal.
Speaking of said journal, Idia grabbed it from under his covers once his brother left. If Ortho knew what Idia was doing he’d be disappointed, so he did it behind his younger brother's back. Not that it changed much, but still.
Idia began flipping through the pages of your journal, trying to find something, anything. As long as it got your friend to get away, that’s all that mattered. Idia flipped to one interesting page in particular. The Ignihyde housewarden smiled when he read the words. That’ll work.
~~~
The next day Idia hunted down your friend. He was only going to ask a few questions. Besides, the less he had to talk the better, as long as this person left you alone.
Once Idia got sight of him, he began questioning if this was worth it. He’d have to talk to someone. “A-are you the prefect's friend?” Idia asked, his regret already coming through. Now he just wanted to crawl into a hole and never leave, but he just had to say something.
“Yeah, they’re one of my best friends. Do you know them?” The guy, who introduced himself as Wilhelm told Idia, with a smile, as he thought about you. “Actually.. can I tell you something?” He whispered as Idia nodded, wanting to know what Wilhelm had to say. “I really like them. I mean, who wouldn’t? So I’m just trying to shoot my shot. I mean they’re kind of oblivious, but I think if I can get the point across they’d accept my confession,” Wilhelm explained to Idia.
The way he sounded was like you were some dumb kid who couldn’t read a room. How could someone act like that?! ‘Oblivious’ ‘Get the point across?’ How the other boy explained it irked Idia. You weren’t some dumb kid who couldn’t tell what was going on around you. You were special, just like that super rare UR+ that always took forever to roll. And this guy just wanted to act like you’re oblivious. I mean, maybe you are, but that’s not the point. It was the way he said it. The way he made it seem like you were a child who couldn’t tell of his advancements. How dare he?! You don’t deserve someone like that. Now, Idia didn’t feel as bad about what he was about to do.
“W-well I uh- heard something about them, don’t tell them I said this but..” Idia whispered your secret into your friend's ear as he looked back in shock. He had a look of ‘Are you serious’ as Idia nodded.
Wilhelm looked shocked. “They do that?” Idia nodded. “Why? They aren’t a child anymore..” Wilhelm muttered. It wasn’t even a bad secret. So seeing Wilhelms's reaction, he obviously didn’t deserve you in the first place.
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Later that day at lunch you went to sit next to your friend Wilhelm but he looked at you with a look of almost disgust. “Go away, you little kid,” He spat at you. You leaned back in shock. What? Just yesterday you two were laughing and talking about yourselves, and now he was calling you a little and to go away?
“I- Wille are you alright?” You asked, your voice soft, and hurt. He was your friend, or so you thought. You sat your tray down on the table but he pushed it away, and you had to catch it from falling. “What is your problem?”
Wilhelm scoffed at you, “What’s my problem? Ok, first off, don’t call me Wille. And second, how come you still watch children’s cartoons? You aren’t a child. grow up.”
You looked at him in shock. That’s what this was about? You watching… cartoons? “How did you find out..?” You asked him, hesitantly, “Also what’s so bad about cartoons?”
The boy rolled his eyes at you, “The problem is that you’re like seventeen and you still watch shows for kids. It’s weird. Just like your blue-haired friend that told me.”
Blue… hair.. Idia! You rolled your eyes at Wilhelm before walking off. Determined to find Idia.
The thought of your lost journal filled your mind as you walked to the board game club. It had a mention of your cartoons in it. So help you if it was Idia. You threw the door open and stormed in. The pieces on the game Azul and Idia we’re currently playing fell to the floor. “Idia Shroud!” You yelled as you marched over to the table he and Azul were at. The boy let out a small yelp as he jumped away from you, and Azul’s eyes widened, “Explain.” You commanded the blue-haired boy who was shrinking away into his chair.
“H-here you go,” Idia said as he brought your journal towards as you snatched it away from him. Let's just say if looks could kill, he’d be a dead man now. “I- uh..” Idia stuttered out, not knowing what to say.
Azul, who was across from the two, was enjoying this. He gave himself some monopoly money from the bank while Idia was busy being glared at and yelled at by you. Of course, Azul was already winning by a long shot, but extra money never hurt anyone. “Well.. seeing as you two are occupied, I will be taking my leave,” the Octopus said as if he didn’t just take 2,000 dollars for himself in monopoly money.
“Sit down, Ashengrotto!” You paused your yelling at Idia and demanded the Octavinelle housewarden to sit, which he did with a mutter saying yes. You turned your attention back to Idia. “Why did you do that?! He was my friend, ya know?” You shouted at Idia, but he just sat there quietly. “Answer me!”
Idia looked to Azul for help, hoping he’d intervene, but Azul was now all of a sudden occupied re-sorting the money around. “I trusted you, Idia! You were my friend. And you steal my journal and go ruining my friendships?!” You continued your shouting.
He was speechless. Idia didn’t know what to say. He was embarrassed. That was all. Idia knew he shouldn’t have done anything. The housewarden got up from his chair and ran out of the room from embarrassment. Running away, back to his dorm, his fortress. “..You know, prefect, if someone drops your friendship for a small secret.. were they really your friend? I mean, if he meant so much to you, for a price I could make him your friend again..” Azul led on, a smirk forming. You rolled your eyes and told Azul to shut it before leaving.
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Back at Ignihyde, Idia was burying himself in his pillow. Half hoping to suffocate himself. “Big brother, what happened?” Ortho asked, going to comfort Idia, although, underneath his concerned tone, Ortho sounded like he’d be ready to fight someone if they messed with Idia.
“I messed everything up. I ruined everything. I just wanted him away from the prefect and now they’re mad at me.” Idia half explained, not fully saying what happened. But how he ruined your friendship. The best part about him was his friendship with you, and his jealousy ruined it.
Ortho listened to his brother's brief explanation, but telling Ortho's confused face it was obvious that Idia would have to explain everything. And he knew once it came out, it would sound even more stupid.
After the full explanation, Ortho gave Idia the most disappointed look in the world. He couldn’t hide it. “You’re right. It does sound pretty dumb out loud big brother,” Ortho put it bluntly. He wasn’t one to scold Idia, but dang. That boy messed up. The Housewarned groaned and muttered an ‘I know.’ He buried his face back into his pillow “I’m never leaving my room again.”
Or so he says.
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When you show up the next day, pounding on his door, Idia reluctantly opens it, and when he sees you he yelps and goes to shut the door, but you kept it propped open with your foot “You. Asshole. Why did you do that?” You glared at Idia. Why did you have to be so stubborn? The housewarden groaned and tried shutting the door but you wouldn’t budge. Alright then. You, unfortunately, left him no choice. Idia left the room and walked off. Dammit. He really just did the unthinkable. He left his room.
That’s basically how it was for you and Idia for the next few days. You approach him, call him a rude name, and then demand he explains himself to you as to why he did what he did. It became a routine Idia hated. He is halfway enjoying the day, you interrogate him, and he walks off.
And sure, Idia loved seeing you. But he didn’t know how to explain himself. What was he supposed to say? “Oh, I love you so much and got jealous-“ Uh… NO. That’d only make you even madder at him.
Another week passed when you got tired of this and went to Ortho. I mean, hey, Ortho loved you, and you loved him. He was almost like a brother to you. But alas, Ortho’s loyal to Idia and said he wouldn’t tell you since it was Idia’s business. But what Ortho did say was that Idia always stalls to leave his history class and you could find him there. By himself. “Perfect, you’re the best, Ortho!” You smiled as you hugged the young boy and ran off. After all, the next class would be ending soon.
Once you got there, you waited a moment after the bell rang before heading into the almost empty history class. Almost as in Idia was the only other person. Besides now you. You smiled, reminding yourself to give Ortho something as thanks. When Idia looked up and saw you he let out a small noise of surprise and tried to leave, but you pinned him against the wall, giving him nowhere to go. “I just want to know why you did that! Honestly, Idia, you ruin one of my friendships an-“
Your words were cut off by Idia cupping your cheeks with his hands. He slammed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that left you wide-eyed and speechless. Before you could fully process what happened, he broke away from the kiss, going wide-eyed himself, realizing what he just did. With everything still going through your brain, Idia opened the previously shut door and ran off, the tips of his hair turning a light shade of pink as he escaped from the room, still not believing he just did that. Well, you wanted an answer, and you got it. Just not in the way you expected. You stood there in the empty room for another minute, replaying the moment of Idia kissing you over and over again. At least until Trein kicked you out and told you to go to your next class. You nodded, “Yes, sir,” you told the teacher as you finally moved your legs and walked away.
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The housewarden was red, and his hair fully pink, all the way back to his dorm room as he launched himself on the bed. Shoving his face into his pillow once more. “Big brother, what happened?” Ortho asked as he rushed into the main room from where he was, seeing Idia's face plant himself into a pillow.
“I kissed them,” Idia mumbled through the pillow. He was ashamed of himself. Embarrassed to oblivion. How could he do that?! You were already mad at him. There was no way you weren’t furious now.
Ortho, on the other hand, didn’t take it as a bad thing. In fact, he was overjoyed, “That’s great big brother! Are you two dating now?” The young boy asked cheerfully, only making Idia more embarrassed.
That single sentence, no, that word. ‘Dating.’ As if Idia could be any redder in his face, well, he was. “N-NO!” He stuttered, freaking out. I mean- obviously, he wanted to date you. Would someone just passionately kiss their good ol’ buddy? Idia was in love with you. He wanted you to be his partner and him your boyfriend. He wanted you to be his.
…But he ruined it all. Over something so small and stupid too.
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Hello! Mind if I send in a request? How about some headcanons for the reader making cute little plushies for the overblot squad?
SUMMARY: You decide to make plushies for the overblot squad. How do they react?
WARNINGS: None that I am aware of!
COMMENTS: ANON I want you to know that this prompt randomly smacked me over the head at like 10 pm a couple nights ago and I have not been able to get it out since even though I haven’t been able to write until now. I hope you enjoy it!!
Part two - Prefect making the plushies clothes and accessories - can be found here. Part three - their reactions when the plushies are stolen - can be found here.
Riddle absolutely loves it, please don’t mistake his silence for displeasure. He thinks it is skilfully made and quite adorable, really! He’s just… a little concerned. Does making a plush toy of the Queen herself count as sacrilege…? He’s racking his brains for any rule or law that would prohibit this adorable little toy’s existence, yet none come to mind. Does that mean he gets to keep it…? He really hopes so.
After a few days of diligent research into the matter, he determines that keeping such a cute thing is not against the law, and is overjoyed to find that he gets to keep it. After some deliberation, he decides to leave it on his desk - out of view from Cater, who would almost certainly want to take some “cammable pics” for Magicam. This way, the toy can sit on his desk and remind him of his studies… and also of you. Almost every time he sits down, he finds his eyes wandering to it and can’t help but smile.
Heh, this is kinda cute. He doesn’t mind the plushy at first - it’s cute, but he finds the expression on your face as you give it to him much cuter. Of course he’ll keep it - it’s soft and squishy enough to be a pillow, so he’s eager to try it. Especially if it means skipping class.
As he attempts to fall asleep next to said plushy, however, he realises something - the plushy smells like you. He’s a beastman, with a heightened sense of smell. Even if the plushy doesn’t smell at all, it still smells of you. As a result of this realisation, the plushy now lives on his bed. He begins to find it frustrating to sleep without it, although he’d never be caught dead sleeping in the grounds with it. You’ll just have to replace it then instead.
(Ruggie has so many blackmail photos of Leona sleeping with the toy prepared just in case)
Prefect, this is magnificent! Imagine the money you could make off of these! Hm? What do you mean they aren’t for sale-? It’s just for him…? Oh. Give him a moment, his brain just crashed. He doesn’t quite know how to respond. He loves it, and he loves you even more, but that doesn’t mean his brain is capable of forming a response, especially when you give him a big smile. Give the poor guy a minute.
He leaves it on his bed. This man definitely cuddles it while he sleeps. He gets easily distressed when it isn’t there. After a rough day at work or school, he’ll talk quietly to the plush until he feels better. If worse comes to worst, he’ll hug the toy and cry as he needs to. He loves it so much. It’s almost a new friend to him - something he finds great comfort in.
(The Tweels are no longer allowed in his room. When they inevitably come in anyway, he swears them to secrecy.)
Is that the Sorcerer of the Sands… as a plushy? For him? Thank you, Prefect. Jamil doesn’t have a whole lot of plushies - he never particularly saw the point. But he’s absolutely charmed by this one — and by you. And the fact that it’s the Sorcerer of the Sands? You definitely knew him well. He’s smiling and shaking his head as he takes the plushy. You’re so cute, it’s so endearing.
At first, Jamil isn’t quite sure what to do with it. He can’t quite sleep if it’s on his bed - it reminds him of you too strongly - so he settles with leaving it on his desk. Occasionally, in his rare free time, he’ll sit at his desk and play with it, like a grown adult finding a lost but treasured toy again. It always reminds him of you. When life calls him back, he’ll set the plushy aside for now and get to work. It will be waiting for him.
Just like you, he hopes.
Prefect! He didn’t know you could sew. It looks amazing! It’s for him? You’re very sweet, he’s very in love. He loves the plush toy so much, no matter if it has any imperfections. It was made by you, of someone he looks up to, for him. He hates to sound like Rook, but to him, that makes it the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He’s so proud of you. Vil is taking that plush EVERYWHERE. It’s always in his bag no matter where he’s going. Anytime someone questions it, he shuts them down immediately. No one will dare slander something that his beloved made for him. In fact, he uses every opportunity to sneak the plush into photos for Magicam. Whether he’s holding it, it’s nearby or in the background, it’s always there. People start looking for it in all of his pictures.
If you’re okay with the plush being online, that is.
If you’d rather it stay private, he’d kiss your forehead or hand and tell you he understands. The plush toy then stays in his room, on his vanity table. Looking at it makes him feel like a teenage schoolgirl. He supposes it’s alright to indulge in such silliness occasionally, hm?
Wow, you made him a marketable plushy? Of one of the Great Seven? He wasn’t expecting you to have such a normie hobby. Oh, but that’s not a bad thing. He’s extremely grateful, but extremely awkward - does this mean he has to get you something now? What kinda thing would you like? Ah, wait, was that not the appropriate thing to say? Ortho’s giving him the “shut up and be polite” look.
Please don’t be offended if it seems like he doesn’t like it when he receives it. He actually really, really does. He decides to make it his new “gaming buddy”, making him a little custom headset and fake controller and sitting it next to him while he games. He’s stunned to silence when the lil guy’s presence improves his gacha rolls by, like, a LOT. He was already taking pretty good care of it, but now he’s being WAY more careful with it.
Occasionally, Ortho will catch him talking to it. Idia genuinely loves the plushy - and you - a lot. Even if Idia doesn’t quite know how to show it, Ortho does - by recording Idia’s conversations with the toy and showing them to you. Idia is mortified.
Oh? My child of man made me this… adorable plushy? My, how generous of you. He’s absolutely in love. If you thought he was attached to his tamagotchi, just wait and see. Malleus is NEVER letting the plushy leave his presence. Lilia had to take it away to clean it once and it stormed for a week. He loves it so much - and you so much more.
He absolutely treats the plushy as a human, and asks the others to do the same. Occasionally, he (or rather, Lilia using his phone to assist him) will send you a photo of him and the plushy doing something together, such as having a tea party or a picnic. Almost always with the caption, “Dear Prefect, would you care to join us? Kind regards, Malleus.”
♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥
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SUMMARY: A handful of TWST characters that I headcanon have not had their first kiss yet and you kissing them for the first time.
WARNINGS: None!!
COMMENTS: riddle and idia and azul are obvious but i feel like i need to explain jade and floyd. they're clearly emotionally detached from most people and probably scared off anyone that might remotely be interest in (even though if they can be scared off, the twins would probably find them boring anyway) so they haven't kissed anyone yet in my silly little head. thats all!!
i was listening to cherry wine by hozier while writing floyd's part so if its softer than usual that's why OOPS
the asexual in me loves writing about hesitant physical intimacy leave me alone :C
Riddle Rosehearts feels his hands shaking as you stare, eyes so calm and hopeful that makes his heart lurch. He doesn’t know how to give you what you want without curling in on himself and becoming flustered. It’s unbecoming of him to cower like this, but he can’t help it. your hand against his cheek, the other one resting on his shoulder, your faces so close together. He feels like he might die if he doesn’t kiss you, but he doesn’t know how and he doesn’t want to mess this up because he’s supposed to just know.
“You don’t have to know,” you whisper, and you sound so certain that his heart flutters like a caged bird, “Every person is different. Everyone has a different feel to their kiss, and I’m glad I get to help you discover yours.”
He can’t breathe.
“Will you allow me?” you murmur, tilting your head the slightest bit and oh, he knows what's coming and he doesn’t want to stop it.
“Please.” he breathes, slamming his eyes shut, “Kiss me.”
Azul’s shaking hands find their way to your hips as if they were always meant to be there, pressed against your pants and brushing against the hem of your shirt. He sucks in a breath as your arms are draped around his neck, like a blanket of love coating him in warmth. His body does feel impossibly hot, and he wonders for a moment if you truly are magical.
His mouth feels dry so he wets his lips, and when your eyes flicker towards them at the movement he almost dies.
“Azul, it’s okay. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” you murmur, softly and with so much understanding. It’s frustrating, how Azul wants every part of you and you’re willing to wait for him. You’re too good for him.
“I want to.” he whispers, pleading in a way that only someone as powerful as him can, “I want to kiss you, so please—”
Azul talks too much. You’re painfully aware of this fact and so is he. Maybe that’s why you shut him up and replaced his greedy pleas with the sound of soft kissing, but then again, Azul doesn’t need to know what other reasons you had for kissing him. The only reason he needs is your love.
Jade does not understand why it’s such a shock to you that he has yet to be kissed. You have seen him in his merform, you have fought him in his merform, and yet your brain cannot wrap around the concept that people find him terrifying. Really, you are an amusing one.
“The merpeople my age were scared of me, pearl.” he chuckles politely as you gape at him from across the Mostro Lounge table he seated you at hours before, “I had yet to be in a romantic relationship until you.”
“But you’re so handsome.” you huff, and it looks like you’re pouting, “Your peers have no taste.”
“Ah, or mayhaps your taste is an acquired one, my dear.” he smiles his closed-eyed smile, and revels in the amused snort his response elicits.
“We should kiss then.” you blurt, and Jade’s eyes fly open in surprise. You’re leaning across the table with shimmering eyes and a huge smile like you can’t wait to kiss him.
How peculiar.
“Do you want to be kissed?” he says, feigning surprise.
“By you? More than anything.” you say breathlessly, and Jade finds himself leaning into you to really take your breath away.
Floyd stares intently at your lips, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed. He looks like a predator about to pounce on its prey, and despite how cliche that comparison is for someone like him you can’t help but squirm.
“Floyd.” you say softly, and he snaps out of it when he meets your gaze, “What’s wrong?”
“Shrimpy. Wanna try something new.” he leans closer, his shadow falling over you as if to remind you how scary he can really be, “I want to kiss you.”
Oh.
“Well, that’s doable.” you feel your face grow warm at his insistence as your hands find their way to his lapels.
Floyd’s features soften as he leans into you, his bristling energy soothed by your hands on him, pulling him closer to give him what he wants. Your mouths connect and for a moment you find yourself wincing as his teeth bump against yours, but he pulls back just the slightest bit and presses into your mouth with his mouth, and you lean back and back and back until the only support you have is his arm holding you close.
“Love you Shrimpy.” he grins as he stops kissing you, giggling against your lips. His breath is warm and you feel like a sweet ice cream cone in summer with the way you melt against him.
“Again.” you huff quietly, and Floyd is all too happy to oblige.
Idia was not expecting to be thrown into a super hard boss level right off the bat. Seriously, what is this? Why did you always have to play with such gimmick stats that made no sense and never follow any specific trope?! It wasn’t good for his heart!
It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to kiss him, it was just so hard not to think about everything that could go wrong. Like what if he bit you by accident? What if he yawned or sneezed in your mouth? What was the last thing he ate? Where did he put his hands and how is he supposed to move his lips?!
“Idia, it’s okay. We can wait a little while longer. This isn’t something you can rush.” you rub your thumb over his cheek, always so gentle and tender and sweet and everything he never thought he would find.
“No, I want to. I just...don’t look at me like that!” he squeaks, ducking his head in his hoodie as the tips of his hair flare pink and red.
“Sorry!” you turn away and let him breathe, trying so desperately to calm down.
“Just...can it be a quick one?” he asks shyly, tentatively, and he hears you hum in satisfaction because he’s communicating and he knows you like it when he tells you what he wants.
“It can be anything you want.” you answer softly, and Idia slams his eyes shut and leans into you.
How you manage to make such normie things seem so nice is a mystery to him, but he doesn’t think he can ever get enough of your lips gliding across his like they were never meant to do anything but kiss him.
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ME OR THE TSUM ? — ♡ gn!reader x Riddle, Jamil & Idia
Genre : Just a lot of fluff with some jealous boys ♡ (*´ω｀*)
— The tsums were back and you visited them but when you show too much affection to the tsums the human counterparts start getting jealous !
A/n : this is my first time writing stuff (• ▽ •;) so please be kind . . !
© starlightism – Don't steal / copy my works please !
You played with the tiny tsum of the housewarden by hugging it, letting it run around and feeding it miny tarts, the tsum was very happy and clinged onto you and wouldn't be so happy when you walked away to get something or do something. Riddle was sitting next to you on his bed. He kept on side-eyeing you and the little creature with angry eyes.
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After the tsum fell asleep from exhaustion from playing with you Riddle walked up to you with a pouty look on his face and hands on his hips "Oh hey Riddle!" You gleefully said "What's wrong?" Your oblivious tone made him turn a bit redder from anger and blush from shyness "I command you to stop..giving that thing affection and g-give some to me too!" He shouted. Aww how cute you thought and then softly kissing the housewarden's cheek as his face turned as red as a tomato "Ehe next time you should've just told me that you wanted my love too!" You giggled at the sight of Riddle blushing "Hmph! I'll remember this! You teasing me..." Was all he could say before hugging you with a pouty look on his face still but it looked more like he was trying to contain his smile .
You visited Scarabia for some cooking time with Jamil, at the kitchen the tsum helped you out with everything, you needed an onion or knife? The Jamil tsum happily ran over to get it for you, when you were cutting or cooking something it would hug your arm making sure you stir or cut correctly but it just actually wants to stay with you. Jamil that was watching all of this started feeling jealous and even got angry so he decided to teach the tsum a lesson.
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The next time you visit both of them and the tsum starts showing affection to you, Jamil did something reckless that he would never do it again, he grabbed you and kissed you on the lips. The tsum and you were surprised by the sudden kiss, the tiny vice housewarden squeaked and jumped on your shoulder trying to pull you back and Jamil pulled out from the kiss to look at the tsum with a " they're mine " look "I apologize for... suddenly doing that..." Said Jamil looking a bit shy yet cold like his usual self. You simply just smiled and said "It's ok!" Your also blushing so that's good ! But the tsum still kept on jumping around you.
During gaming night the tsum decided to play with you both too. The tiny thing kept on playing and always won and you always complimented it but Idia was getting pouty, he would cross his arms and let out a sigh as he restarted the game to try and win again but of course you noticed his sourness and you came up with a plan that was awesome.
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You whispered to the tsum your plan: The small thing would pretend to fail the next game and you would reward Idia with a kiss! The tsum agreed with you by nodding and you gave it a small kiss to make it happy. In the next round the tsum tried it's best to play terribly and Idia was starting to be excited, he was smiling and looked even more focused on the game and finally... He won the game! He happily shouted out that he won but immediately went back to his quiet, shy self as always. You winked to the tiny tsum and went over to kiss Idia, his hair turned into a soft shade of pink and it started flaming even more "E-ehhh?!" He expected to be complimented like the tsum but instead he was rewarded with a kiss which shocked him even more "There! Now I've gave you both a reward for completing the game!" You said while smiling "I'll go back to Ramshackle now, goodngiht you two!" Idia sat there still blushing from what happened and the tsum looked quite happy too.
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There’s just something so healing about having someone patiently teach you how to play a game so I’m going to scribble some Idia thoughts right here:
He takes out his tablet for this, tilting it towards the side so you have a clear view. Both of you are on Idia’s bed, feet dangling off the side. He has his hoodie thrown around your shoulders, his arm brushing against yours as he walks you through the game controls.
His speech is calm, soft even, as he guides you through how to play a certain character, how to best make use of their move-set. Idia passes the screen towards you once he’s done briefing you about the character, gently nudging your hands into the right positions on his screen.
Gently guiding you through the game, patiently explaining things over and over again until you get it. Idia pulls out character screens, going through each and every one of them. Laughing at goofy skins, and excitedly sharing his favourite. You don’t miss the way his eyes light up when he’s talking about his favourites. It’s cute.
If you lean into his shoulder, Idia’s going to stiffen up. But he soon relaxes again, even lowering his shoulder a little for you to have easier access to it. Both of you sort of… just melt together, sharing a glowing screen in between both of you.
Sharing a singular beat, hearts pulsing as one.
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twst tumblr peeps I need good twst ao3 recs please please please I’m begging you I’m literally on my knees holding baby dragon malleus in my hands to appeal to you with my humble request-
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I don't like him but dam is he a fun character to draw
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< event m.list┆when they spoil you
characters: idia, leona, vil
details: gn!reader / sfw, established relationship
idia shroud has madol to spare.
seriously. he has loads lying in his bank account, untouched. all he uses it for is games, merchandise, figurines and a plethora of charities he repeatedly saw ads for and couldn’t click off. he’s subscribed to so many things over the years, half of the time he doesn’t even know what his phone is billing him for. not that it really matters. to say there was ample room for him to spend more would be an understatement, but he had nothing (correction, nobody) at all to spend it on.
at least, until he met you. 
he’s (regrettably) played enough dating sims and watched enough shoujo romances to know about the different love languages. personally, he adores words of affirmation, lapping up your praise like some sort of starved kitten. (his ego is skyrocketing and it’s all your fault) but gift giving? now that’s his guilty pleasure. it’s quick, easy and an often wordless exchange, which was good for him! the less verbal mush he has to say, the better.
it starts off simple, just idia logging on to do your dailies whenever you’re busy. then, he’s buying you the monthly battle pass. and then, it’s the overpriced skin for a character you didn’t even care much for in the first place. before you know it, you’re that couple, notorious on video games… you know, the annoying ones with matching avatars and bios, with all the unnecessary assets that were locked behind a paywall. oh, the irony of it all. he used to hate those types!
you logged him into you favourite shopping apps, so if there’s something on your wishlist that exceeds your budget on a shopping spree, he’ll take care of it before you get the chance. every time you joke about him being your sugar daddy, (which is not true. he doesn’t even buy you things that often!) he says he’ll block you on everything. he never goes through with it, though.
idia is too shy to admit it, but there’s a small part of him that wishes to gift give more, solely because of your reaction — he can’t help it, the surprised pikachu-like expression and the way you throw your arms around him when he surprises you with something you’ve been eyeing gives him a serotonin boost! he’ll be giddy, practically hyper for the rest of the day, as though he’s on a sugar-rush… his brain just goes into overdrive and all he can think about is how he wants to hit replay and have you do it again over and over and over. he’s so touch starved.
you’re his first everything, so who can blame him for treating you? he still thinks you’re leagues ahead of him. so he’s not doing it to be cocky or make you feel guilty, he does it because the three words he tries so hard to say refuse to fall from his lips. his throat dries and his hands get clammy and his brain fails to form coherent thoughts whenever he attempts to tell you in person — but if you look closer, you’d find that it’s already been conveyed through his gifts: a non-verbal ‘i care about you’, ‘i want you to be happy’ and of course, ‘i love you.’
leona kingscholar is no stranger to expensive gifts.
being a prince, he’s had suitors from far and wide travel to present him with lavish things — and yet, he can only say a select few had no ulterior motive. thus, receiving gifts is something he brushes off quite easily.
when you shower him with the very thing he avoids, he doesn’t know what to make of it. do you want something from him? is that why you’re dating him? the worst part is he doesn’t voice his concerns at all, feigning indifference until ruggie pokes his nose into his business. “leona, what have you ever gotten for them?”
nothing. he’s gotten you nothing. he takes, takes, takes, and you’ve asked for nothing in return. not once has asked you if you wanted anything, too caught up in his own negativity — fuck. he’s not too good at this whole ‘boyfriend’ thing. leona realises that you’re not giving gifts because you want something out of him, you’re doing it because you love him, and simply want to see him happy.
very abruptly, he’s asking you about things you’ve had your eye on. wristwatches that are just wayyy too expensive for a regular student, or newly-released branded shoes that you know you can’t afford till they go on sale. you never really know if leona’s listening to your absent-minded rambles, so you pay no mind to his sudden curiosity. he’s always said he likes the sound of your voice, so you keep on talking.
“anything you’ve got your eye on?” he’s lounging on your thighs, eyes closed as you lace your fingers through his hair. “other than you?”
he glares at you. you laugh before responding properly, and he listens attentively (he always has) because he’s irritatingly enamoured (he always will be)
leona can tell when you get excited, ears twitching with the intonations of your voice, “there were these headphones i liked, and oh! also these sliders (…)” your candid response is almost amusing. you’re oblivious, completely unbeknownst to the wishlist in leona’s head that seems to grow longer, and longer, and longer…
your birthday this year will be a big one.
vil schoenheit ‘unintentionally’ spoils you.
like leona, vil has been recipient of gifts since the start of his career. whether it’s brand deals or romantic advancements, it’s all the same to him. that doesn’t mean the notion isn’t sweet!! and if it’s you gifting him something, it’s all the more sweeter.
that said, he makes sure to remind you that he doesn’t require gifts. your relationship is bolstered by the genuine trust you have in each other, so he doesn’t need flowery grand gestures — not that he won’t accept them, because he will! — but he’d rather not have you splurge on him when you still have a future to focus on. being goal driven himself, he’d rather you not get carried away.
“just focus on yourself. be selfish.” he tells you, but he struggles to do that himself.
okay, he doesn’t necessarily give you gifts. he just so happens to have things lying around that he doesn’t need anymore. shoes from partnerships he didn’t like, jewellery that’ll suit you better, or clothes that are so not his style are all sent straight to you. he has a surplus of things he doesn’t use, so why not give it away to someone who’d make better use of it? it’s not intentional or anything.
“stay still.” he’s got you sitting in his vanity chair as he kneels on the ground, knuckles grazing your skin as he fastens the clasp of a silver bracelet on your wrist. “vil, when did you buy this?”
“i didn’t. it was free. magicam promo.” that’s what he claims, but you know better. of course you do, when you were the one sitting across from him one week ago as he mulled over purchasing the exact same thing.
so maybe he’s a liar. he does spoil you. he does it all the time. but his school performance hasn’t been hindered, and neither has yours, so… just let him carry on.
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Concerning the Idia & proposing by pomegranate thing- what if he gives you the seeds slowly as he becomes more and more sure he wants to marry you? The first one he gives you is while he's at NRC. Just a single seed doesn't say anything, what's the harm in feeding you one just as a symbol of appreciation for what you are to him? Cue to a year or two later- he's no longer in school while you're still there (free housing, ya know?), but you're facetiming and doing everything you can to stay in contact/have a long distance relationship. He sends Ortho to visit you along with a gift basket, making sure Ortho has video proof that you ate the single pomegranate seed nestled among the fruit. Another year or two pass and you now live relatively close to each other. He's at your place, snuggled up to you on the couch as you're nodding off. He gets caught up in his feelings for you, of how much he loves you and would never want to live without you. His gaze never leaves you as he presses a seed into your mouth and you sleepily eat it. The fourth one is somewhat forced onto you- he had gotten jealous. You corner him into talking about his feelings, which leads to an emotional outburst. He corners you up against a wall, grimly speaking down to you. A pomegranate seed appears between his fingers and presses it into your lips, but you don't open your mouth. The rage he was displaying started to radiate away as you held strong until all his face showed was sadness. You know what he was feeling- what he was thinking. You were waiting for him to cool off. You take his hand in both of yours. He flinches. You can tell he wants to back up- to not be near you now- but he doesn't move away. Your lips part and mouth opens as you take the seed from him, looking into his eyes as you eat it (you don't know what's up with him and these occasional pomegranate seeds, but you know they mean something special to him). He hands are trembling now as his face starts shifting- he's gonna cry. You let go of his hands to cup his face instead and kiss his tears away as they start rolling down.
He's done for the night and laying in bed, ready to actually get some sleep. And what better way to fall asleep than to daydream of you. What naturally comes to mind first is embarrassing- your wedding. Nobody's watching so he let's himself indulge in his simping pleasures. Until he remembers (more like realizes). The seeds. He- He never thought your relationship would amount to anything- to continue this long. He figured you'd realize he was a loser, that you could do better, and one day leave him forever. That's why he never thought much about giving them to you- they were just symbols of his feelings for you that would never reach a critical number because you'd have left by then. He shivers. He's at 4. Not much more than half, but only 2 to go. What if he hadn't realized it in time? What if he'd given you the last two in another willy-nilly moment and unintentionally bound you to him for life? He knows what his options are. He knows, if he really wants to, he could leave you. Ghost you and never have you enter his life again. Never have another opportunity to feed you another seed. But he also knows- deep down he doesn't want to. Even disregarding the hope his heart cannot help but have, he wants to spend every single moment he can with you- up until the very last second. He's selfish like that. So he decides- he'll just ignore it. There's 2 left- that means he has 1 as a buffer before things get dangerous. It'll be fine. He won't feed you one again.
It happened again. He's at home, sitting on his bed as he reflects on his actions. He'd spent another day with you, as usual, and as the day was winding down... he was so in love with you. The idea popped into his head, "Feed her one. Give her a seed. You have to, you love her so much you can't bear it, so just press one more into her mouth- let it alleviate this positive pressure on your heart. Who cares if this will be the fith? It's the buffer seed. It'll be fine as long as you never give her another. It's fine, just do it!" And he had. And he was happy.
He hated his feelings ever since he'd fed you the fith seed. Day by day his desire to give you the fate-bounding sixth seed grew stronger and stronger. Again and again, he felt the compulsion to feed you another. But he had more willpower this time around, knowing what the consequences of his actions would be. It was difficult, but he'd held fast despite his tug-of-war of feelings- of loving you so much but having to not act on it. His suffering would be eased soon, however. You'd come to visit him but you were acting slightly off. Nervous maybe? No...flustered. You sat on his couch and gestured him to sit next to you, your knees angled so you'd also be facing each other. You were nervous, heat rising to your face, but you wanted to do this. Now you just had to start talking. "You know...Ortho told me." "??? T-Told you...what?" "What the pomegranate seeds mean." His heart dropped to his stomach as you continued talking, "He also let me know how many I've eaten so far. I feel like it's been way more than 5, but maybe that's because it's been over so many years." This is it, he thinks. It's gonna be over. "Have you... do you... would you want...? To... give me the last one?" He can't answer. The moment he does, you'll be gone (his appearance doesn't match his inner turmoil- with his blazing pink hair, blushing face, and dilated eyes). You can do this. You have to take the plunge. You take a breath to steel your nerves and raise your open palm. A single pomegranate seed sits in it. "I-I would like it. If you'd.... give it to me." He hasn't moved a single muscle. Is this rejection? "I-Idia?" You have unconsciously leaned closer to him, gravitating your face closer to his. The room is silent. You can't take anymore. You're about to pull back when you feel something tickle your hand. It's his slim, pale fingers, just barely grazing your palm. Now he's leaning closer as well, and he picks up the seed. He's yet to say anything- he's only staring at you. He lifts the seed. His pointer finger places it on the seam of your lips before his thumb gently holds it there, waiting for your permission to push it in.
(Extra: you move his hand away and pull him in for a kiss- your tongues pushing the seed around. You make sure it's in your mouth when you pull away, and you make sure to exaggerated your swallow so he knows it went down)
[in reference to this ask]
Hello Fake Date Sebek Anonke 🌸🌺💙
*grips you by the shoulders* Anonie, Anonie, the way I just gaped at this?? Wow??
It’s so cute?!! I adored reading it. 💞💞💙💙
@werewolfnamedraven, Raven you need to read this!!
Idia slowly coming into his feelings as time goes on is just -chef kiss-
The symbolism of courting you secretly but in his own way, you don’t know what it means, but you do it for him. 🥹💙
And then!! The sixth seed!! He could end his misery and make you his, but he doesn’t! Doesn’t allow that one last selfishness move his hand. Instead, you find out and make your choice. You ask him to give it to you.
It was your choice.
You chose to be with him ahhhhh 💞💞
And that kiss!!! That kiss!!
The kiss sealed the deal.
You are together now, not even death can seperate you two.
Fake Date Sebek Anonie, you’ve done beautifully!! I thank you in not leaving me in angst this time 💙🥰🌺
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Idia Shroud x Reader: Thighs - Part 2 (NSFW)
Hahahahaha so decided to just go for it and write part 2 today. Dunno how it turned out. For navigation, there will be an AFAB and AMAB version in this post. The intro will be gender-neutral, then there will be little banners for AFAB and AMAB (AFAB goes first, then AMAB)
Please do enjoy. Honestly, I had no idea the first part was going to pick up traction, but it really motivated me to do part 2. Also, this was written in one sitting and was not beta read, so if anyone sees errors feel free to DM me.
Part 01
Word Count: 2,858
Idia Shroud x Reader: Thighs - Part 2
Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!
You looked around Idia’s bathroom, surprised by how clean it appeared. The counter only had a few things on it, and it was large enough for you to crawl on and sit, although you had to jump up since it was a touch taller than you expected. Idia muttered something under his breath while he opened one of the closets and found a clean, black towel. He walked closer to you, pausing as he saw your position,
You sat with your legs spread open, no pants on, and your arms resting behind you on the counter. You swung your legs lazily as you eyed Idia. The poor man stopped functioning for a quick moment as he realized exactly what situation he was in. He slowly reigned in his control, walking over and wetting the towel down.
Without a word, he began wiping the splattering of cum on your thighs, blushing as he realized just how much of it there was. You hummed, moving your legs further apart so he’d have a better angle.
“I appreciate you doing this, Idia.” You said, your voice a bit lower than usual. Seeing the blushing boy in front of you always did things to you. This moment was no different. You were already turned on by the show earlier and trying desperately to push it back, but his reactions were making it harder by the second.
“I uh…no problem…” He all but whispered the last part as he finished wiping down your legs. It was then that he noticed the wet spot between your legs. His mind went haywire as he began trying to mutter out something. The words weren’t forming and you watched as he looked around for his tablet.
You reached out, cupping his cheek in your hand.”You can tell me what’s wrong.” You said, trying to calm the man down. Idia still didn’t know how to word it. After a few moments of pondering over words, he finally decided to speak up.
“I uh…got it on your underwear.” He said, looking anywhere but at you. You bit down hard on your lip, trying not to laugh at his apparent mistake. You shook your head and snapped to get his eyes back on you.
“Idia, that’s not from you.” You assumed that was all you’d need to say, but clearly, Idia’s self-depreciation went further beyond what you thought.
“The lube?” He asked, and you shook your head again. Finally, it dawned on Idia exactly why your underwear was wet. You were turned on…because he used your thighs to get off. Idia didn’t even think that was possible for someone like you to be turned on by him sticking his dick between your thighs, but apparently, you did.
You could see the confidence boost it gave him as he realized how hot and bothered you really were. His hand lifted your shirt to see more of you, the wet patch apparent as he trailed a hand over it. You gasped, almost flinching back at the sensation. Idia looked up at you, ensuring he didn’t do anything wrong. He was greeted by your blushing face as you bit on your lower lip.
“Idia…” You breathlessly call out his name, and his eyes widened, loving this effect he had on you. He didn’t realize just how much you were into him before. Still, this was like a solid wake-up call for him, and he had the urge to do something to you. He wasn’t sure what, but the thought of making you a mess was on his mind. The question was, how was he going to do this?
His hands went up your sides, playing with the hem of your underwear, his thumbs slipping underneath the fabric. “Can I…?” He began, and you nodded feverishly. At this point, you’d let the man do whatever he wanted to you.
“Please, Idia, you can do whatever you want to me. Just please touch me.” You begged the man. Idia felt his cock coming back to life, but he pushed that down. You were kind enough to let him use you, so he would try and return the favor. He had seen hentai; he kind of knew what he was doing. Not to mention the copious amount of fanfiction he had consumed over the years. He was fairly certain if he just followed what he remembered reading, he would do a good job.
He slowly slid down your underwear, blushing as he saw your shining cunt. You were far wetter than he thought you’d be, and he actually licked his lips. He wanted to taste you and see you squirm from just his mouth alone.
“Idia…?” You muttered, noticing how he had stopped while looking at you. You almost closed your legs, being self-conscious about your appearance. It wasn’t like you had any reason to be, but him staring at your most intimate areas without blinking was worrisome. Your voice seemed to help snap him out of whatever stupor he was in, and he shook his head. He finished sliding your underwear off your ankles and tossed them over his shoulder.
He placed one hand on either thigh and pushed your legs further apart so he’d have better leverage. He took a finger and slid it up your slit, noticing that your slick was a very different consistency than what he was used to in a lube. He brought his hand away and pulled his fingers apart, noticing how it looked.
“Idia…stop playing with it.” You said, covering your mouth. He looked like a kid who had just discovered something new. Then you watched as he placed his finger into his mouth, tasting your essence on his tongue. His eyes closed as he groaned at the taste. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on what it was, but he liked it.
Finally, he brought his face closer between your legs, his breath fanning over your entrance. You squeaked in surprise at how fast he was. His warm breath over you was making your brain whirling with thoughts. The main one being how badly you wanted him to just eat you out already.
His tongue peeked out from between his lips as he licked up your cunt, making you gasp and move to grab his hair. Your hands threaded into the warm locks; Idia didn’t seem to mind as he continued licking up all he could. Your head was thrown back as he snuck his surprisingly long tongue into your entrance. You let out a small curse under your breath, your legs twitching as you fought the urge to clamp them around his head.
His tongue slowly trailed up until he came across what he could only assume from all his reading, your clit. You felt a jolt of pleasure go through you as he swirled his tongue around the nub before giving it a harsh suck. Your legs twitched again, and this time Idia noticed.
He groaned into your cunt; one hand going between your legs and wiggling a finger into you. Your hips involuntarily bucked up into his mouth. Idia slowly lifted off you, licking some of your slick off his lips. “You need to stay still.” He said, a shit-eating smirk appearing on his face. You could only nod, tugging a bit at his locks as you silently pleaded for him to just continue.
He dove right back between your folds, adding another finger, and began curling them into you and hitting just the right spot. His deft hands seemed to know exactly how to play you. You could feel a familiar warmth coiling in your stomach as your climax was fast approaching.
“Almost there, please, Idia.” You begged, trying to stay as still as you could. Idia decided to oblige you, picking up the speed with his fingers. He sucked on your clit, rolling it on his tongue. That was all it took for you to cum, clamping your thighs around his head and squishing his face.
Your moan was far higher pitched than you thought possible as your body quivered in his grasp. The constant abuse on your g-spot made your mind whirl, and you swore for a moment you blacked out. You were gasping for breath as you finally came down and looked at Idia.
His face was flushed red as he stared at you, his tongue laving over your clit as much as he could while being squished by you. You let out a small squeak as you opened your legs, letting the poor man breathe.
“S-sorry.” You muttered, still a bit breathless. Idia slowly raised off you, grabbing the towel next to him and wiping his face. You could see the cogs in his mind churning as he realized exactly what he had just done to you. He made an absolute mess out of you with just two fingers and his mouth. His face was bright red, and you could see the flickering pink in his hair.
“Idia?” You asked, and he squeaked, covering his face with the towel as he tried hiding from you. You couldn't help but chuckle, going over and pulling the towel from his face. Idia looked around the room, and you sighed, tugging at his shirt to move him closer. “Idia, you just fucked my thighs then ate me out; I think it’s a little too late to be getting embarrassed now.”
“I uh…” Idia said, and you pulled him closer, locking your lips with his. You slowly pulled away, and Idia looked at you with hazy eyes, “Can we do this again sometime?” he finally got out.
“Of course, we can, anytime you want.” You said, giving him a peck on the nose. Idia paused for a moment more, processing the words you said.
“Anytime?” He asked, and you knew immediately you might’ve made a mistake.
“...Yes…?” Sometimes you forget just how strong Idia could be. Genetics be damned; he picked you up and off the counter, both hands under your thighs, and you realized what was happening, “N-now?” You managed to squeak out.
“You said anytime.” He said a small pout on his lips. You were certain your face was red at this point, and you knew damn well you couldn’t say no to the man.
“Ya, I did.” You finally said before relaxing a bit in his grasp and laughing, “But can we do it somewhere that’s not a bathroom counter?”
Idia made quick work of pulling your underwear down and swallowed a lump in his throat when he saw your length pop out, almost hitting your stomach. It was leaking pre, and the tip was red and swollen from you holding back for so long. Idia stared in amazement for a moment, licking his lips as he thought of what to do.
“I-Idia?” You began, feeling a little self-conscious as he looked you up and down. You wanted to use your shirt to cover your cock, feeling embarrassed as he did nothing but stare. Thankfully your voice seemed to break him out of whatever trance he was in. His eyes flickered up to yours as he brought his hands over to your thighs and spread you out a bit more.
With one hand, he grasped the base of your cock. You hissed at the sudden contact and fought the urge to thrust up into his hand. He was warm; Idia was always warm, and to feel his calloused hand against your throbbing length after all this time fantasizing about it was almost too good to be true. You bit down on your lip, watching Idia slowly, dragged his hand up the length until he got to the tip.
His thumb pressed against the tip, smearing some of your pre-cum. This was more familiar territory to Idia, having jacked off more than once in his lifetime. He used some of the precum there to help slick his hand as he dragged it back down your length. You looked down at him with half-lidded eyes, wondering exactly what he was doing.
His movements were too slow to get you off properly, and Idia also knew that. He brought his mouth closer, licking his chapped lips again before his tongue poked out. He slowly licked a strip up your cock, making you gasp at the sensation. You wanted to just grab him by the hair and fuck his mouth, but you decided that could wait for another day.
You still found your hand trailing into his warm locks, grasping them slightly. Idia moaned at the feeling of you playing with his hair, his tongue lolling out as he laved at the head of your cock. “Idia, st-stop teasing, please.” You pleaded, wanting something more than just kitten licks. Idia’s eyes shot up to you as his hand gave a rough thrust on your cock.
Your mouth hung open in a moan as he registered the amount of pressure he was using. “You told me earlier I could use you.” Idia reminded you. You nodded your head, recalling your words. Damn, if you had known it would bite you in the ass, you probably wouldn’t have worded it like that.
Idia still seemed to take mercy on you as his mouth engulfed the head of your cock now. You groaned as his warm, wet mouth began taking you down. You noticed just how careful he was being and were thankful. You had always imagined Idia sucking you off, but a part of you was always worried about how sharp his teeth were. Looks like all your worries were misplaced, as he was almost overly cautious with your cock in his mouth.
Anything Idia couldn’t reach with his mouth was wrapped in his hand, slowly pumping you in time with his mouth. You almost came the instant he had hollowed his cheeks out around you, the suction creating the perfect stimulation.
“F-fuck Idia, just like that.” You groaned, the warm sensation filling your stomach. Idia looked up at you, your cock buried in his mouth, and you could see just how smug he was. He began bobbing his head lazily, going just slow enough that you felt like you were on the edge the entire time.
Then his free hand went under you, pressing against your puckered hole, and you groaned again. Idia collected some of his drool that seeped off the sides to help lube his fingers while he put one finger into you. It was tight, and Idia could feel your hole sucking his finger in. Idia humped the air slightly, imagining his finger being his cock.
Idia curled his finger, looking for just the right spot. He got a reaction immediately, feeling your hand tighten in his hair and your moan being so loud he was sure everyone in the dorm would be able to hear it. You whimpered, feeling Idia suck harder on your cock. You knew you were a goner and tried warning Idia, but the man seemed determined for you to cum in his mouth.
You came with a gasp, holding Idia’s head on your cock as you thrusted into his mouth without thinking. Your cum splattering all over his tongue, and Idia tried not to gag around your length. His eyes watered as they looked up at you. You were breathing heavily and felt Idia tapping your thigh, and you finally realized you were suffocating him. You let go, and Idia popped off your dick, gasping for breath; you could see some of your cum still coating his mouth as he breathed in. Idia noticed this, too, as he grabbed the towel from earlier to wipe his mouth.
“Idia?” You asked, and he squeaked, covering his face with the towel as he tried hiding from you. You couldn't help but chuckle, going over and pulling the towel from his face. Idia looked around the room, and you sighed, tugging at his shirt to move him closer. “Idia, you just fucked my thighs then sucked me off; I think it’s a little too late to be getting embarrassed now.”
“I uh…” Idia said, and you pulled him closer, locking your lips with his. You slowly pulled away, and Idia looked at you with hazy eyes, “Can we do this again sometime?” he finally got out.
“Of course, we can, anytime you want.” You said, giving him a peck on the nose. Idia paused for a moment more, processing the words you said.
“Anytime?” He asked, and you knew immediately you might’ve made a mistake.
“...Yes…?” Sometimes you forget just how strong Idia could be. Genetics be damned; he picked you up and off the counter, both hands under your thighs, and you realized what was happening, “N-now?” You managed to squeak out.
“You said anytime.” He said a small pout on his lips. You were certain your face was red at this point, and you knew damn well you couldn’t say no to the man.
“Ya, I did.” You finally said before relaxing a bit in his grasp and laughing, “But can we do it somewhere that’s not a bathroom counter?”
Now for some tags, since a few people asked on the original! Also tagging those who just commented, as I wasn't sure if they also wanted to be included. Let me know if you want me to take your @ off!
@treysimp (AKA the one who inspired me to write this at all. Please check 'em out! There's this couch series that's to die for.)
@kiwibirdmother @bumblebeedraws @solemn-soliloquy @sugaarquoted @student-in-devildom @inana-mm @meowiemari
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Trust falls w/ Floyd, Malleus, Leona, Idia & Kalim
reader is yuu
more below the cut :)
Floyd
He is…. somewhat trustworthy?
He’ll be all giggly and laughing when he’s joking about catching you but when he actually is waiting for you to fall, he stands there ominously
🧍♂️
He’s probably going to wait for the last possible moment to catch you to actually catch you
“Haha.. Shrimpyy I told you I was gonna catch you! Why? Don’t you trust me~?”
Malleus
Probably one of the most trustworthy people for a trust fall
Bros gonna be the most majestic being catching you
The second you fall in reach of his arms he will catch you
And he’ll look pretty while doing it too
“Oh, Child of man, I’m glad that you’re safe, in my arms”
Leona
i am so sorry but he wouldn’t even agree to a trust fall in the first place 😭
He’ll be like ??? no I’m not gonna do that I’m gonna take a nap instead.
BUT in the unlikely scenario that he agrees, it’ll probably go with him just casually catching you.
The most chill in trust falls, doesn’t care.
(the first time when Ruggie introduced him to trust falls he had no idea what to do and let Ruggie fall)
“Herbivore.. I have no idea why you wanted to do that, but if it’s with you, then I don’t mind. I’m gonna go and take a nap now.”
Idia
He…. panics
This boy would be internally panicking and fretting over the fact that he had to CATCH you
He would fret so much that he wouldn’t even catch you
When you fall he panics even more
“Ah! I- um..- YUU ARE YOU OK I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT CATCHING YOU-“
Kalim
Kalim would be like a mix of Idia and Malleus
Trustworthy, yet he slightly panics
What if he doesn’t catch you?
When he does, he is very relieved
“Haha! Caught you, Yuu! Now I wanna try you catching me!”
this is probably so ooc i am so sorry 😭😭
bro my phone is so laggy rn 🥲
#twst#twst yuu#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#twst fluff#twst fic#floyd x reader#malleus x reader#leona x reader#idia x reader#kalim x reader#☂｡⋆｡☽ SUMI'S WRITING
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Hello how have u been I was wondering if I can request a slightly part 2 of the reader making the overblot squad cute little plushies so wha if the reader makes the plushies clothing and accessories like for vil’s plushie little fake makeup and same clothing he has sorry if my English is bad I’m still learning
SUMMARY: You decide to make the Overblot Squad’s plushies clothes! How do they react?
WARNINGS: None that I am aware of!
COMMENTS: Oh my GOSH this is such a cute idea!! And no worries Anon, your English is just fine :D I hope you enjoy it!!
Part one - Prefect making the Overblot Squad plushies of their respective Seven member - can be found here. Part three - their reactions when the plushies are stolen - can be found here.
You made his plushie some… clothes? He didn’t even know you could remove her current ones! He would never think to try something so scandalous on his own! Especially not with a plushy of the Queen of Hearts!! Ah, wait- he meant no disrespect! He just meant that he wouldn’t- uh… He’s just gonna stop talking now.
You have to show him how to change his plushy’s clothes – he refuses to figure it out on his own in case someone walks in – but once you show him it’s not like that, he’s more comfortable with it. He doesn’t change things around a lot – maybe whenever you make him a new one. He keeps them all safely in a box under his bed. Occasionally, he’ll take them out just to look at. Seeing them always makes him smile.
You decided to make the powerful, feared and mighty King of Beasts… a hat? And slippers? Hah, you got guts, Prefect. He’s gotta say, he respects it. Alright, he’ll indulge you. He’s slightly surprised at how small yet detailed the accessories are. There’s something slightly endearing about such small clothes… maybe that’s one of the reasons why people like children? Tch. Te can’t relate.
Nonetheless, it’s amusing to him what kind of accessories you think of. He’s also not the type to change up the doll’s outfit a whole lot, but he’ll stash them all around his room. Much like the toy, they all smell of you. It’s starting to annoy the other Beastmen. Ruggie’s strongly considering having an intervention.
Prefect… these are adorable! Are you sure you don’t want to sell these? Ah, r-right. Please forgive him for forgetting they were for-... for his eyes only. Please stop looking at him and let him regain his composure. He absolutely loves them! He hopes you know how much of a friend the doll has become to him. He’s starting to tear up, you’re so kind. Give him a minute.
Azul has designated different clothes for different purposes. Before bed, he puts his doll in her pajamas. When he wakes up, he selects her outfit for the day and changes her into it. He does this almost ritualistically every day. Floyd and Jade have teased him for it, but surprisingly, Azul doesn’t seem to mind.
Oh? You made his Sorcerer of the Sands doll some different outfits? Pft– that’s so cute. He didn’t mean to laugh at you – he’s delighted, really! He just… can’t believe that you’d spend precious free time doing something like that. Hey, come on, he’s not judging you or anything, but free time is precious, right? You should spend it more on doing what you want to do. Still, though, he loves the clothes - and finds your cute little pout adorable.
He definitely keeps them with the doll. Whenever you make him new ones, he’ll pick up the doll and change the outfit. Otherwise, he’ll only change them a couple times every so often. This has given him an idea though. Maybe you’d like a doll too? Then you could match. Although, Ramshackle dorm doesn’t really have a mascot… maybe he could make you a ghost? Or a plushie of Grim?
(Didn’t he say that spending ‘precious free time’ doing something like ‘that’ was wasted? Point it out to him and he’ll get flustered and walk off in a huff. He will return with a plush and an apology for you two days later. He enjoyed making it a lot.)
You made his doll clothes?! He’s trying not to squeal like a teenage girl. He didn’t know that his doll could change clothes!! Oh, prefect, he loves you so much. He’s going to ask you to make so many clothes, you better be prepared for what you’re getting into!
He, like Azul, changes the clothes all the time and will often just sit down for like an hour and change the doll into perfect outfits. As you could probably guess, Vil LOVES using the doll to try out new looks. Whenever he’s designing an outfit or a piece of clothing, he always asks you to make a small version for him to try out on the doll. This helps him to be able to practise styling them and getting an idea of how the finished piece would look.
His favourite kind of outfit to ask for, however, is anything that reminds you of fashion from your homeworld.
You made his marketable plushie some marketable clothes?? Oh my gosh. That’s adorable. It’s so small! Looks like those itty bitty cutey kitty clothes– AH– ahem. you didn’t hear that. He definitely wasn’t just having a total fanboy moment. no siree… do you think you could make him an outfit from his favourite anime? that’d be cool, he guesses.
He’s DEFINITELY gonna make the little guy cosplay his favourite characters. Maybe that’d improve his gacha roles even more? Oh he is 100% down to help too. Any clothes that require metallic details he is WELDING that stuff together. It’s so cute how invested he gets in this. Ortho loves seeing his brother get so passionate about this too!
Malleus is DELIGHTED. He was not aware that his little friend could change outfits! How adorable! He loves you so much! He is this close to buying an actual, fully sized wardrobe just for them! …But Lilia talks him out of it. Actual, fully sized wardrobes take up a surprising amount of room. So, he ends up getting two, miniature wardrobes. Which fills about the same space. Lilia’s not sure his advice really worked.
Malleus will now dress up his dolls for tea parties, picnics, or whatever outings they decide to go on. He is constantly surprised and delighted by whatever you make him, although he’s not very good at suggesting ideas. One of the few ideas he came up with was fashionable about a hundred years ago and was a very complicated piece of clothing. However, when he received the outfit, he took great measure to ensure that no harm would ever come to it.
♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥
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why me?!
SUMMARY: You mention offhanded that Idia is your favorite person. He proceeds to incinerate on the spot.
CHARACTERS: Idia Shroud.
WARNINGS: None!!
COMMENTS: Since he was the only person I couldn't do romantic dorm specific angst for, here is the fluff for ygys!! I toyed with the idea of writing a goofy thing of reader being in love with the ghost bride but you guys need fluff not death.
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“So, like I said, I’m a genius.” Idia snickered, patting his new gadget with a smug smirk on his face, “I swear, these RSA noobs aren’t gonna know what hit them. This blastcycle has been totally tricked out. It’s like, maxed out stats, ya know?”
“Mhm, mhm!” you nodded, completely enraptured by his explanation of the various blastcycle features he described, “I’m so glad Deuce and Epel decided to make this club. The demand for a blastcycle club was higher than the Headmage anticipated, huh?”
“Well, after the idea was pitched, you get all these blastcycle enthusiasts.” Idia hummed thoughtfully, brow furrowed as he stared at the machine, “Whatever the creation of the club entailed, I’m just glad they made the right choice. There’s not a single person on campus that’s more fit for this role. My blastcycle will totally wipe out the competition. RSA should level up more before challenging us.”
He looked so radiant when he was proud of himself. You tilted your head as you gazed on him, chest full of light and fluffy feelings and head swimming with the image of his smile. Hoping and praying his gorgeous face would burn itself into your memory, you chuckled affectionately.
“That’s why you’re my favorite person, Idia. You really are a genius.”
Silence.
“Huh?!” he squeaked, hair turning bright red as he tensed up, arms guarding his torso like he thought you were going to attack him, “Wait, what did you say?!”
“Uh, wait! I don’t know?!” you yelped, taken aback by his dramatic response.
Oh no, what did you say? Did you offend him? Oh shit, you must have messed up bad if he was getting this worked up-
“You called me your favorite! You did!” he yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “What did you mess with? Are you making fun of me? And stop staring at me!”
“Sorry!” you squawked, ducking your head as your face warmed drastically.
“You can’t just say things like that!” Idia screeched, eyes darting around the room for a distraction as he dug his fingers into his scalp, “You expect me to believe that?!”
“Yes?! What, have I given you the impression that I don’t like you?!”
“That’s not the point!”
“It literally is?!”
“Whatever! Gahh, just don’t say anything like that ever again!”
#auburn's fics <3#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst x reader#disney twst#twst#idia shroud fluff#idia x reader#idia shroud#idia shroud x reader
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can i draw you?
synopsis : you’ve been dealing with art block for a while, nothing seems to ignite your creativity anymore but then you see him. boom. you want to draw him
characters : silver, idia
info : gn. reader, maybe ooc
a/n : srry for disappearing for like a year.. i’ll try to be more active but my creativity is down the drain T_T
> silver
you’re lucky enough to catch him without malleus by his side. he was sitting up against a tree with a few birds finding a home on his body. the scene was perfect, like he’d just came out of a fairy tale
he saw you coming, you weren’t being discreet about your presence. he had a confused look on his face, it wasn’t often that you two saw each other, let alone talked
you explained to him your situation, how your art block was eating you alive. he started to panic which scared the birds away, ready to face whatever this art block was. you calmed him down, it was just a metaphor
he agreed to be your muse, it’s not like he had much to do anyway
you carry your sketch book around with you incase you find something that sparked your creativity. the two of you got into a comfortable position, you laid your preferred coloring medium (or none at all if you don’t like coloring) beside you before pulling out your pencil and eraser
silver stayed awake for five minutes, maybe it was the constant sound of your pencil scratching the paper or the rustling of the trees that had him dozing off or maybe it’s just silver’s weird habit of being able to fall asleep in any place at any time
his features were way more relaxed than they were before, his shoulders started to slouch, the crease between his eyebrows disappeared as well. a perfect scene
“silver.. silver! wake up!” you whisper-shouted close to his ear. you leaned back as he jolted awake, rubbing his eyes to rid of any sleepiness that may still be lurking
“huh..? what’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes focusing on you, they were frantically moving across your face, looking for any signs of distress
you said nothing, pulling your sketchbook from behind your back. you held it in front of his face, far enough so that he can see it. you notice his hands, hesitant in wanting to hold the sketch book; you just smile and plop it right in his hands
“this is me?” he asked in shock, his eyes moving back in forth from you to the paper. you captured every little detail in his face and body, even the tree he was laying against
quickly noticing now long he’s been holding your sketch book, he gives it back to you. although, his slight smile never left his face
“it’s amazing. it was an honor being able to help you out”
> idia shroud
you caught him in the halls after all the clubs ended. he was walking out the board games club with azul and a few other students
he didn’t notice you, but azul did
you saw idia tense up, slowly turning around to you. you wave at the both of them. azul was quick to hand idia over to you when you asked for him. idia looked so dejected, looking back at azul like he just committed murder
you pulled idia aside, far from azul’s prying eyes. you explained the situation you’re currently in, you had a small feeling he might disagree; desperately hoping you were wrong
and you was! idia agreed to help you! not without a whole bunch of complaints. he saw the desperation all over your face, how could he not agree?
you had to do it in the comfort of idia’s room though, you didn’t mind, a person’s beauty looks best when they’re most comfortable
in the comfort of his room, he sat on the bed while you sat on the gaming chair. you set out all your art materials on the desk, you picked up your pencil and sketch book before scooting the chair closer to idia
the man looked so nervous. you started talking to him to try to ease his nerves. hours went by and he started to get more animated, talking to you about his current fave game
“…tbh the story could be better, the whole evil villain terrorizing the mc for some super special artifact is so overrated”
“yeah, definitely played out” you nodded in agreement. you push the chair closer to the desk, putting your pencil and eraser down. idia’s rambling dies down as he watches you come back to the original spot you were in before
he stares at every moment you make until your sketchbook invades his field of view. his eyes widened, grabbing the sketchbook out your hands
“do… do you like it?” idia’s expression and lack of words had you second guessing. you didn’t take much time on it, it was definitely a rougher sketch than you normally would do
“yeah… it’s great. can i keep it? not for myself but i think ortho would like it a lot”
#★ ! fics#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst hcs#idia x reader#silver x reader
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➳ kiss of death (yandere ghost prince!idia shroud x GN!human reader)
summary: was set in the ghost marriage event but instead of princess eliza, it was the ghost prince himself who fancied you to be his but first, you must be in the netherworld/underworld with him...
cw: yandere themes, forced marriage, major character death, mentions of the afterlife, captivity, alternate universe (idia didn't attend NRC), ooc idia & not proofread (there could be some mistakes, please point it out if you find some)
a/n: happy halloween everyone and thank you so much for the patience for this fic to be released. at first, this is mostly self-indulgent but decided to turn this into a halloween special fic. <333
He is a ghost. You are a human.
Two sides of the same coin from what he thought was a sign of his so-called fulfilling destiny. A destiny for you to be with him in the afterlife. It was quite unusual for the ghost prince to watch over you for months as he saw you on how kind and soft-hearted you are. The way you got along with everyone around you as you smile warmly but at the same time, snap at anyone who even dared to lay a hand on you or your heartslabyul friends is what makes you attractive to him.
Plus, his family are nagging him for him to find someone who can rule beside him as his loving spouse.
And they didn't tell him if the love of his life can be a ghost or a mortal.
He was a very lonely ghost; coped up in his room filled with so much technology, books and consoles as he gamed and studied day and night within the Shroud Palace. He didn't have friends to begin with, only contented with the company of his little brother who also nags him to go outside, visit the mortal realm to see if there's someone caught his eye.
At first, he contemplates about his own decision to his brother's suggestion. Floating around the dark hallways of NRC while overthinking endless possibilities if he goes outside. What if there's someone who would catch him? What if he accidentally spooked someone and died from a heart attack? What if he accidentally possessed someone? And so on and so forth.
"Let's go haunt a ghost! I bet Deuce's gonna run away like a chicken!" He heard a giddy voice out of nowhere, making the ghost prince flinch from the sudden noise. Ida was internally panicking, quickly scrambling to see which hiding spot was best for him. "I am not!" Another (angry) voice filled the hallway as the flashing light of the flashlight fills the right side of the hallway. "Hey guys, you two buy me lunch if (m/c) here runs away. I wanna stuff myself with that delicious canned tuna tomorrow!"
As the voices began to draw nearer and nearer, he goes through the ceiling of the building, only his face as poking through it's wooden surface. "Hey, I ain't scared of ghosts! Plus, we're gonna be in so much trouble when Riddle finds us ghost hunting in 2 in the morning."
And that's how he met you. His eyes caught a particular human and became intrigued by you like some kind of rare artifact he obtain from the games he played before. He felt like this was like a dating sim; him being a mysterious entity who fell in love with the protagonist and loved happily ever after as the couple consumate their marriage.
The ghost prince followed you everywhere to learn more about you. From your favorites, your strength and weaknesses, games you play, your birthday, anything!! And soon enough, he fell deeply in love with you. He would constantly tell Ortho about this mysterious human he fancied. How he wished that he would just appear on front of you and profess his love as he carries you into the deep depths of the underworld. Or perhaps, you would even fell for him when you knew that your admirer wasn't just a ghost but part royalty!
He thought that it was just some mere crush but Ortho tells him otherwise that he finally found himself some love. "Don't you get it brother? You finally found the love of your life! Isn't that wonderful? Now mom and dad would be so happy when they knew that you found your potential spouse!"
Idia didn't buy his brother's words but wants to secretly court you by giving gifts that was considered as courtship gifts from his kind. Trinkets of silver coins appeared randomly in different parts of your dorm. A bouquet of black roses was placed on your doorstep and heartfelt and sweet letters written by yours truly appeared mysteriously by the mail box.
And you made a mistake by accepting those gifts. You didn't reject those gifts but was looking forward to see what gifts your admirer has for you. At first thought, you guessed that your secret admirer was kind of shy and didn't want to reveal his identity until they're ready to reveal who they are in the first place.
But what you didn't know is that your admirer wasn't a human like you.
His guards came back to him with great news, telling the entire royal family that the human the future heir liked had accepted those gifts with open arms. Oh, how happy his parents was when they knew that their oldest son found his true love. His mother couldn't wait to see the future ruler who would rule beside her son. His father on the other hand, gave a silent nod, indicating that he approves of his future in-law joining the family.
Even more months has passed by, more and more gifts are sent by your doorstep but he guards didn't left those gifts but by himself. The way his lovestruck eyes glistened as you excitedly open the small box that was wrapped in a pretty black ribbon and has a label with your name on it with a little doodled heart at the end of your name.
While being invisible, he sat right beside you, waiting patiently as you opened the box to reveal the most beautiful piece of jewelry you've ever seen; it was a silver ring, embedded with sapphire gems around the band and a blue skull gem can be seen on top of the band. Idia watched in nervousness, watching you closely inspecting the ring as if you are jewel critic. Without hesitation, you wear the ring and heavily admiring it, making Idia sigh in relief, a weight of his shoulder finally lifted off when he saw that you accepted his engagement ring.
You didn't even know that you're now engaged to the ghost prince himself.
And you swear to yourself that you felt a small warm peck on your forehead but quickly shrugged it off, thinking that it was just the wind blowing from the window you've forgotten to close.
From that point on, Idia would constantly follow everywhere you go under the guise of him being your night in shining armor. In class? He's there by your side, and dropped a small flower he picked outside on the courtyard. Walking along the lonely hallways of the school? You can feel your hand being interwined by some invisible force. Felt even just a bit of hunger and craving sweets? No worries, for the ghost prince himself would provide you some sweets to satisfy your cravings.
For the longest time, he never felt this happy. Happiness was not on his list for a long time and the only way he seek his own happiness was by playing games on his computer. He never thought he could find somebody that would make him happy.
He felt empty and alone for a long time and it seems that you filled in the missing gap within his heart. As soon as the royal messenger told all the ghosts that the prince found a potential suitor, everyone was very excited to see their future ruler.
The ghost prince also appeared on your dreams whenever you went into deep slumber, now finally has the courage to at least hold you and giving you sweet kisses whenever he saw you. Idia would talk about on how pretty/handsome you looked and if you receprocate his methods of 'flirting', you can see his hair turning into a soft shade of hot pink as the blush on his face reddened up like some kind of tomato.
It was bittersweet if Idia was honest, sure that he can finally interact with you without freaking you out that he's a ghost but he's desperate for you to be one of his kind. To be right beside him and to be crowned as the next crowned royal of his kingdom. Oh how he imagined you in a formal attire, a bouquet in hand as the flow of your veil flows through the isle as he stares at you with heart eyes. He can feel his heart thumping non stop whenever he imagines you getting married to him.
But what he thought was a perfect fairy tale has turned into an absolute nightmare.
If love has its own enemy, it's not other than obsession itself.
For you see, Idia is a very envious man. He doesn't like it if some lowly NPC fawns over you from afar, would even talk to you or being friends with you, especially those heartslabyul brats. He doesn't like it how they would hug you or wrapping their arms around you, even if it's just mere platonic. He the only one who can do those acts for you. He's your fiancé for goodness sake! He's supposed to be the only man in your life.
Oh wait, you didn't know it yet but soon enough, you will soon find out that you are the reason why bad luck has occurred within the school.
Don't let his jealousy reach to the top because he doesn't hesitate to make that person disappear or driven to the brink of insanity to the point that they took their own life. He would constantly appear at the end of the hallway, the prince would either glare at you or giving you a sinister smirk and disappear when a person walk by your vision. It freaked you out and it didn't stop there; every single night, you would hear vague whispers of your name, old wrinkled papers that dated back centuries ago has little messages on it, smeared in black and red ink as possessive words were written all over the parchment.
And that's not all, your dreams with the mysterious entity has becoming a terrible dreams. Warning you that he'll come for you if the right time comes (the right time was today). His words made you absolutely scared the living daylights of you, and finally consulted the only teacher who has connections with the other side, Mr. S himself. You and your heartslabyul friends ran straight towards the small boutique at the side of the school, only to see the shopkeeper closing his shop for the day. "Mr S! We need to speak to you and this is urgent!" Ace heaved and panted, his lungs greedily intaking lots of air to breathe.
"Ah my little imps! What are you guys doing here? Aren't you guys supposed to be in the dining hall with the others? And what happened to them?" He pointed at you, eye bags and blood shot eyes as you trembled in fear, both your arms are placed around your arms as if it would protect you. "It's a long story, Mr. S but we want to know about a particular ghost that haunted not only the school but also our friend here. Is there a possibility on why (m/c) is haunted?" Deuce added while rubbing your back as a way to comfort you.
Sam inspected your entire article of clothing to see if there's something suspicious that could link towards the haunting and his eyes landed on the ring rested on your ring finger. His eyes stared at the strange looking jewelry that gives off this weird energy surrounding the four of you. He needs to confirm if his thoughts are true by inspect the band around your finger. "Hmm, may I see your hand, little imp." He inspected the ring and you slowly realized that the wrenching feeling on your stomach was confirmed when the tall man's eyes widen in disbelief. "So that's why you're being haunted.." he muttered. "What's the reason Mr. S?" Grim replied, worried for his answer.
"That ring. The ring you had on your finger belongs to the royal family of ghosts! And if a mortal was gifted with that ring, it was stated that you now belong to that particular family, precisely to their oldest son!" Looks of disbelief appeared on their faces, you on the other hand, felt the colors from your face drain off upon hearing such news. "So wait wait, if (m/c) has a ghost pinning after them, does it explain why they have gifts and flowers appeared on their doorstep out of nowhere?" Deuce asked, out of curiosity.
The shopkeeper sighed in disappoinment, indicating that not only that one of the students has been favored by a ghost but their life being at risk. "I'm afraid so, little imp. I'm so sorry."
In the far corner of the shop, Idia stood there, hands curled into a fist as his expression contorted into anger and possessiveness.
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You couldn't sleep tonight.
Staring towards the ceiling of your bedroom as you held your blanket for dear life after hearing what the shopkeeper has told you and your friends hours ago. Thank the heavens that Grim is asleep right by the chair because you couldn't handle him seeing your bloodshot eyes and tears are threatening to stream from your face. Even your body tells you that you need some sleep, you still convinced yourself that you are not tired, at least when the issue is finally solved.
Speaking of which, both your mouth and your throat are getting dry but you're still terrified on getting up from the bed. You've become so thirsty that you got up from your bed and began to wake Grim up from his peaceful slumber.
"Grim.." you shook the furry feline. "Grim wake up.." The feline only muttered in slight annoyance. "I need some company, I'm too scared on coming back down." Grim muttered and flipped on the opposite side of the armchair. "Hnggg go bother Deuce and Ace on the other room, I'm tired (m/c)." He replied, dozing back to sleep and coming back to his dream of his.
You didn't want to bother both of your friends in the other room, plus you don't want those two to be teased you off as the chicken of the group, so you went downstairs alone, armed with a flashlight to light your way into the dark hallways of your dorm. Normally, you are used to the eeriness of your dorm. The small creaks produced by the floor as the wind howled outside of the locked windows of your dorm didn't even bothered you but due to the fact that an entity now watches you, you became a bit scared. Every twist and turns of your head whenever you heard something ominous from afar. From the creaks below the floor boards to the falling book from the bookshelf from the hallways.
Finally, you arrived at the kitchen and felt like the atmosphere was cold; the fridge wasn't even open yet and it felt like -5 degrees within your home. You took out a pitcher and a glass to drink and all of the sudden, you heard a whisper on the left side of your ear.
"(m/c)..."
You've became startled, almost choking from the cold water you swallowed as you face the direction where the voice came from.
There's no one on your side.
You continuously drink the cold beverage when you felt something took a hold of your waist by both arms.
"So warm.... So soft...."
Out of fear, you dropped the glass, shattering it into bits of pieces and began sprinting back to your room. Your breathing quickens as you internally panic for your own safety. 'He's here!!' you mumbled to yourself. 'The ghost prince is here!!' You almost made it to your room but alas, your hand was almost cut off when the door suddenly closed in front of you locking it to prevent you from seeking protection from him.
"Darling..." It spoke, making you turn your head to face the entity. "Why are you running away from me? I just wanna see my darling dear's alright, especially when there's so many people tainting you of your innocence, a burden that needs to be obliterated like some kind of RPG monsters and I was doing my job on protecting the one person I cared and loved for." The entity stated. Your panic attack has gone of bad, you began shouting for your friends. "ACE!! DEUCE!! GRIM!! PLEASE WAKE UP!! I NEED SOME HELP!!" You shouted, pounding against the doors of the dark hallways of the dorm.
By luck, the three of them woke up from the sudden noise. "(m/c)?! What's going on-" The heartslabyul duo was about to open the door and that's when they noticed that the door was locked and closed tightly. "(m/c)?! Come on that's not funny, dude! Open the door!" Deuce spoke, ramming the door with his body in attempt to break it open. "I'm not Deuce!!" You also ram your body to the door to help them break it apart but alas, no luck.
The ghost prince watched in delight as the three of you pathetically ram each other's side of the door and sighed in pity. "There's no point in destroying that door, (m/c). If you keep on doing it, your HP's gonna decrease rapidly, especially when there a bruise forming on your elbow." You quickly stopped to see if the prince's claims were true. Rolling the sleeve of your pajama shirt, your eyes widen a bit from the surprise.
There's indeed a bruise on your elbow, it was swollen and a color of blue and violet begins to form underneath the tissue. But it doesn't stop you from helping getting your friends out from their trap. "So stubborn, so feisty as usual from my fiance." He spoke and his words makes you annoyed as he claims that you're his fiance. "I am NOT your damn fiance!! Open this door at once!!" You shouted, standing on your feet despite feeling yourself shaking from fear. The voice chuckled and every turn of your head, various objects are knocked out from it's place.
Tables are moved far from the corner, vases dropped into the floor and shattered into bits of pieces and the creaks of the floor boards has gotten worse as if many people are passing by you. "It's funny you could say that, my dear.." It replied. "You have no idea how much you drive me into the deep depths of jealousy. I hated the way those people whom you call your 'friends' glued by your side, their hands wrapped around your body and it pisses me off knowing that they touched something that belonged to me, and me alone." It sneered and many more items are thrown, either on the wall or on the floor.
"I thought that giving you that ring would make those people would stay away from you, to at least have common sense that the ring would symbolize the ghost prince's love and ownership of you but alas, I'm afraid that I wasn't that well known on your world." It sneered and it chuckled once again as he saw your figure, now sitting on the floor while your hand's still gripping on the door handle as the screaming of your friends kept on going.
"Look into the mirror, (m/c).."
You did what the entity told you and you couldn't stop yourself from shaking, your eyes began to widen in fear as you saw the creature's true form; wearing such clothes that reflected on the color of charcoal and ash, his face was pale as the blazing glow of his hair, tied in a ponytail, began to turn into blazing red from his anger. Finally, his bright yellow eyes that glows a bit from the darkness. His eyes glaring towards you but his smile says otherwise. His smile wasn't only showing his annoyance but something sinister's going to happen.
"I think it's time to wrap things up, my dear. Let's not wait for our marriage to consumate, shall we?" You felt something that gripped both of your legs, ghostly hands forcefully dragging you away from the door as you screamed bloody murder for your friends. You felt your nails scrapping across the floor boards and your fingers began to calloused from the harsh friction of the wood. By the great seven, the door bursts open and you can see Deuce and Ace panting heavily. Their eyes widen as soon as they saw you being dragged away towards the mirror while you keep on screaming for help.
Deuce and Ace began to scramble on their feet and tries to take both of your hands, but the ghosts that accompanied the prince held them on their feet as they watched you helplessly. They will never forget the way your eyes internally screamed for their help and the last bit of your screams began to fade away, your body disappeared from the mirror bit by bit until you disappeared from their view. As soon as you're gone, the ghosts who also prevented your friends from rescuing you are released from their positions. Ace ran straight to the mirror and he viciously pounded the mirror, causing it to shatter bit by bit. Normally, Ace is the kind of friend whose chill during the ordeal but seeing you being kidnapped made his blood boil.
His fists are sore and bleeding from his strong punches as Deuce tries to stop him from landing the mirror another punch. "Ace, snap out of it! Punching the mirror won't to shit, especially when (m/c) was kidnapped by some ghosts!" Ace looked at his friend, breathing heavily, his hands are sore and bleeding from the sharp shards of the mirror. Hearing his friend's voice in an attempt to put a stop on his rampage calms him down a bit. He looked at Deuce with an angry yet vicious expression. "Gather Jack, Epel and the others. We have someone to rescue."
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It's been two days since you've been captive by the ghosts.
Since your capture, you've been nothing but a nuisance not only to the prince but also to his ghostly guards and servants who tried their best to get you dressed for this special occasion. You fought hard, struggling against the restraints of the ghosts while putting on the garment which can be describe as beautiful and pearl-like. Decorated with the most beautiful pearls and laces and to top it all off with a Vail that could leave a trail behind your dress/tuxedo.
Normally, you supposedly gonna rip out the outfit but seeing the guards burn your original clothes, you have no choice but to stay within this...horrible outfit. Despite it's elegance, you still hated the fact that you'll be forcefully married to their prince. You sat on the room, alone as tears continuously blink and stare towards the wall, tears still appearing on your face.
You tried escaping but the security within the area was quite difficult for someone who doesn't have magic, let alone for the others to rescue to you.
"My lady/lord," a servant spoke, opening the once locked door as they bowed down from your presence. "The ceremony's about to begin and his majesty's ready to tie the knot with you." You are about to speak out that you'll stay within the room you are confined in until two of the guards took you by your arm and dragged you away despite your protests to let you go. You screamed and kicked but to no avail.
Carrying the bouquet of black roses by your hands, your entire body still shook in fear as you marched down the isle. Seeing Idia with a lovesick stare is making you physically sick and each march of your feet feels like you are marching to your death. Upon seeing you, Idia fell for you even harder and seeing you in such outfit is making him breathless. Every sparkle and flow of the fabric makes him quite dizzy when he saw his beloved in a wedding outfit he prepared just for you.
"You look absolutely breathtaking, my love."
After all, it was a very special outfit indeed, because it was once belonged to his mother/father ever since they got wedded years ago.
You couldn't stop crying, even after you arrived at the alter as the ghost priest carries on with the ceremony. You couldn't feel such emotions anymore other than sadness and fear. You couldn't feel the touch the prince gave you as he held your hand for the entire duration of the wedding. Ortho can sense his brother's excitement and couldn't wait for have another sibling figure in his (undead) life.
And now, the moment you've feared the most is finally here.
"Prince Idia Shroud, will you take (m/c) (l/n) to your lawfully wedded spouse? To love, cherish and protect them for all eternity?"
Idia looks at you in awe but is disappointed when he saw your solemn expression, eyes gazing downwards as if you refuse to even look at him but nonetheless smiled softly and answered the ghost in front of them.
"I do."
"And you, Lady/Lord (m/c) (l/n), will you take his majesty Idia Shroud to your lawfully wedded husband? To love, cherish and to accept him as your one and only true love?"
Silence fills the entire building, your eyes are looking straight towards the door, waiting for your friends to rescue you. You hoped and hoped that at least one of your friends rescue you from the hell of a nightmare you're trapped in. You can feel Idia's patience began to wear off as he grips your hands tightly, his expression contorted from being soft to being pissed off in just a second.
You waited and waited but to no avail.
"I do..."
You breathe and sighed sadly as you finally succumb to this deadly fate. Idia smiled at your answer as he slides a second ring and holds your hands tenderly, his eyes looking awestruck at you. "Before I joined the couple together, sould anyone here present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony? Speak now or forever hold your peace."
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"STOP THE WEDDING!" Epel shouted as the head of the guests turn to see who disrupted the royal wedding. From seeing your friends, a wide smile appeared on your face, shouting for your friends as thanks for rescuing you. On the other hand, the prince was beyond pissed off and angry, angry that his special day was beyond ruined, thank to those mere mortals. "We've come to make an objection that the prince forcefully married this poor human we call our friend!".
You are about to go down the isle when all of the sudden, Ortho stops you with a firm grip on your arm. His brother's hair began to shift to an angry, blazing red as the building shook on how angry their prince has felt. "How..." He spoke, arms shaking. "How DARE YOU DISRUPT MY WEDDING?! DID YOU KNOW THAT IT'S AN INSULT TO ME AND TO MY BELOVED ABOUT DISRUPTING OUR MOMENT?!"
"I'm not even your beloved nor I agree to be your spouse, let me go!" You said, struggling to be free from his brother's clutches but unfortunately, he didn't budge, not even one bit. "Your majesty!" Jack spoke. "Is there anything we could be to let our friend go? Like is there an object or an artifact we can offer to you?" The prince thought for a while then a sinister smirk formed on his face. "How about we play...a game?" Idia disappeared from their view, only to reappear right beside Ace, startling the poor student. "If you beat me in this simple game of mine, I'll let them go, return to their normal life while I return to the underworld without a spouse. Failure of answer and that resulted to (m/c) being my spouse and spend an eternity with me. Now then," He reached out his hand to seal the deal. "Do we have a deal and agree to my terms?"
The entire group contemplated for a while, making eye contact to you and seeing your distress still pushes them to accept the deal. "It's a deal then, prince." He smiled grimly as he began to walk pace by pace, shaking Deuce's hand and placing two of his hands behind his back. "Let's do a simple rock paper scissors with the score of 3. I'm curious to see what kind of tactics you guys up to..."
. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .
Cold. The environment is cold and seems new to you. You couldn't help but to sink deeper into the soft mattress of the bed as the lingering smell of peppermint and lavenders invaded your senses, not to mention the gorgeous attire you put on and how light you felt throughout your whole body.
Wait.
This is quite unusual.
You didn't remember putting on such an attire, not especially when you are asleep
Unless you are married to someone else.
All of the memories that happened came rushing back as you got up from the bed, checking the environment and the room you are confined in. Each and every corner of the room was dark, bits of cobwebs can be seen and the amount of light that shines within the room. You are flabbergasted to say the least.
You got up from the bed to inspect yourself. Still on the expensive and elegant attire when you notice something very unusual about your appearance as you lift you hands in front of your face. Your skin has turned into the color of sadness and ashes. You begin to panic, scrambling to search for a mirror to see what on earth has happened to you.
Upon finding the mirror and see yourself for the first time, a scream erupted from you as you saw your newfound appearance for the first time.
From your screams, Idia came rushing from the door alongside with his younger brother. He found you, caught you in just a second after you fell on your knees due to your shock. Tears streaming from your bluish grey-like skin, continuously wrapping your hands around your face to check if you are hallucinating or not.
It turns out you didn't.
"Sweetheart!!" The ghost prince exclaimed, carrying your body towards the bed after he caught you from the fall. "Don't stand just yet my love. You aren't used yet being a ghost."
"....A ghost?"
Idia nodded, kissing your head. "Yes sweetie, a ghost. We just got married, remember? Now we belong in each other's side, ruling alongside me in the underworld as my spouse." His younger brother jumped up and down from excitement and hugged the both of you. "You look really good as a ghost, (m/c) san and I do hope that we got the time to spend some time together as my (in-law) sibling!" You on the other hand, still stiff as a wooden board, is still processing on what happened.
And you remembered it all, all the memories you remembered in the living realm before your life was taken by him.
"You cheating prick!! I didn't know you have the ability to read people's minds!!" Idia chuckled, gripping you closer towards him while the guards took them away from the two of you. "The rules didn't specify that I could use such powers to win the game? Remember?" Deuce can feel his delinquent sona began to resurface, his anger and wrath basically wrapped him like a blanket, knowing that the prince cheated from his own game.
"Now that I win the game," Idia turns to face you. "It's time for me to claim the price." His face has gotten closer and closer towards your own. You felt his excitement from his breathing alone and from the smirk he had on his face. "You may now kiss your spouse.."
"(M/C) NOOO!!"
The ghost prince kissed you in front of your friends and felt cold all of the sudden. You whispered Deuce's name for the last time, tumbling down downwards, finally closing your eyes as the beating of your heart took it's last beat before you died within their sight.
Their screams of sadness and anguish filled the entire building. Their feelings of agony and pain had turned into pure wrath. They failed to save their only friend and began to felt the guilt that they could do so much better for you. Idia reached down to your lifeless body and picked up your spirit from your physical form, carrying you in bridal style, smiling lovingly at your sleeping form. He kissed your lips for a second time before he left your body for the others to bury it.
"The kingdom awaits for you, my love. Rest well, for when you wake up, we have lots and lots of adjustment to amend to."
"Y-you..." At this point, your eyes are blown out, pushing Idia and his younger brother away from you.
"You killed me.."
"Sweetie, listen to me-"
"Dragging me here into the deep depths of this....hellish hole, stuck with you two for all eternity...."
"This is the only way for the two of us to be together!"
"And thinking that I'll be accepting with this new life of mine just because I've married and becoming a ghost like you. You are sick to think that I'll accept you as my husband!"
"I DID ALL OF THAT IS BECAUSE I'VE LOVED YOU!!"
You became quiet from the sudden outburst. Idia heaved heavily from his sudden burst of anger. Ortho came by his side to console his older brother.
"I-I am so sorry love, it's just that I've been lonely for quite sometime and seeing you for the first time is like being alive again. Can you at least open your heart a bit for us? Your newfound family?"
You scoffed and turned away from him.
"Well too bad, you will endure this kind of suffering. As long I'm married to you, I'm be making your lives a miserable one."
He just kept quiet. His eyes kept on looking at you as if he was a kicked puppy. "(m/c) I-" You swatted your hand away. "Go away and leave me alone." Ortho then tried to hug you but you just glared at the poor teenager, sending him off towards the door as tears began to appear on his face. Idia then followed pursuit, gripping the doorknob and kept on staring at you. Once again, your eyes gave a sharp and angry look towards him.
Before he left, he gave you one finale talk before he makes arrangements for your next garments to the dinner party his parents planned for welcoming you to the royal family (God forbid on how he hated attending this kind of event). "Since you're married to me, your last name is now changed into Shroud. I love you and I'll do my best to win your heart like the time I've gave you that ring back in the living realm."
You stared at the ring, still encased on your ring finger as the faint blue light still illuminated on your arm. "As if I'll ever accept you and your sick family. I hate you, I HATE YOU AND THIS HORRID PLACE!"
He sighed, closing the door behind you and locks it. He can still hear your screams of anger and paranoia from the shared bedroom, breaking his heart a bit. Down the hallway, his younger brother is waiting for him, giving him a small pat on his shoulder. "Not to fret, brother. They'll come around soon and realized that being one of us isn't bad." Idia gave him a small smile. "I hope so, Ortho. I do hope so."
And it looks like your entire life is doomed, all because you accepted the ring that could lead to the ultimatum of your once deadly fate;
To be the prince's lover and spouse.
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