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Hello 👋 can I get a little body switcheru with twist dorm liders and Yuu? Even better if we'd have F!Yuu in this one ❤️!
I don't think I'll be doing all the dorm leaders right now but just a few 🖤🖤🖤
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Body Switch | Yandere Twisted Wonderland
What a gift! To see precisely what your obsession sees, to touch with their perfect hand, to hear their lovely voice whenever they opened their mouth. Oh, the possibilities are endless! No matter the circumstance this is the stuff of dreams nightmares:
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Vil Schoenheit
“OH SEVENS!”
Is at first horrified at the feeling of not being in his perfectly preened body
In his clean and not dingy home
But it diminishes when he realizes the one screaming in the dirty mirror is you
His precious love
“Ergh these black heads are insane. My potato has been neglecting their routine. That’ll be good to make a note of.”
He immediately gets to work
He has to make the next 24 hours in his dearest’s body count 
and he’s got so much to do and such little time
Immediately he inspects your home and makes a note of everything that’s lacking in Ramshackle
Perfect ammunition for his proposal to move to Pomefiore
Next he reads your diary or journal if you have one
And he dives into your photos and makes a mental note to send more headshots to you
Next he goes to Rook
“We have less than 12 hours before I return, get your camera.”
Already planned and prepared the photos are perfection
Next he takes your measurements 
Both for clothes and for ropes and fluffy cuffs
He debates deleting your friends from your contacts
But he’s not petty he is he’ll just send a text or two with passive aggressive undertones
And when he’s got close to an hour 
He takes the time to…examine your every inch …careful to not leave a mess behind
“So…soft and round…they will look glorious in couture.”
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Idia Shroud
“Eeek! It worked!”
Spends nearly an hour squealing and jumping around
But then he goes to the mirror and starts his fantasy 
Using your lips to confess an undying love to Idia Shroud 
He records it and everything 
Next he goes to his room, already set up to allow a very specific code
He goes to his dorm
Everything is going perfectly to plan
Next he plans to dress you in the cosplay he already has your measurements for
“Yes! Now I just have to take this o-o-off! Ack! T-their s-skin! No! I can’t e-e-even if I’ve s-seen it through the camra it is so different!”
He genuinely can’t make it past your shirt
Too embarrassed and caught up in simply seeing all your skin
So instead he’ll move onto the next objective
Going to the pick up spot he’d already designated
Riding calmly as your taken to some unknown artificial island 
“Hehehe well at least one objective was completed…let’s just say that other one isn’t one of my skill levels just yet. Hehehe I’ll have more than enough time to level up though!”
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Malleus Draconia
Someone or you must have said that little expression
“Try walking in my shoes! Its really inconvenient when you scare everyone away from me!”
“In your shoes?”
So he tries it 
Having your body become his own, allowing a day without his, in your words: overpowered bod
Oh is he warm
So warm he feels like your constantly hugging him 
Its immaculate
Than he spends a good while just admiring you in the mirror 
More than happy to study every pore of your skin in great detail
“Oh I did not realize their birth mark was this adorable.”
But he’ll soon find your legs ache so easily
Why can’t he stand straight for seven hours without your knees getting wobbly
Or how defenseless you are 
With nothing but his tiny wisps if his own magic to sense 
Its kind of horrifying 
But as agreed he tries to go throughout the day as you 
Enjoying the attention of all your friends
Granted they send weird looks when he says something odd
But you’ve already employed Grim as ‘his wingman’
Who frantically tries to get him through the day
He learns so much ‘by being in your shoes’ 
“I do not appreciate everyone having such careless interactions with you, especially when the amount of muscle let alone magic is…concerning.”
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kikyan · 6 months
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CW: Yandere content means yandere content y’all, stalking, dub-con/non-con, masturbation, disgusting themes, panty stealer, fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, breeding themes(slightly?), creampie, power bottom Idia, slight masochist Idia, kidnapping, shit ass writing, I think that’s all, etc… 
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland 
Character: Idia Shroud x GN! Reader
Word Count: 7.2K words 
A/N: This is a birthday fic for one of my IRL besties, an Idia simp. Another thing, this is a yandere blog so it’s not canon to their personalities at all but more my interpretation of them if THEY were yanderes. So take that as you will! This is with a GN reader so there is no anatomy assigned or pronouns other than they/them (I did proofread it but lmk if there are any errors!)
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‘ Click’ 
‘ Click’ 
Yellow eyes darted across from the screens as he was looking at the contents. Classes were over and his homework was completed quicker than he used to have it done. He was still a housewarden with duties and responsibilities after all, besides he needed the rest of the day free to partake in his favorite hobby. Stalking [Reader] of course. He could access several cameras from different angles as he attempted to track them down. 
‘ Where are they? Their class ends around this time and they usually stay a bit longer in the classroom to wait for the freshman and Grim. They’re taking too long. . .shit! Did I miss them? Did they already leave?’ 
Idia frantically typed away at his computer to try to locate them. After a couple of tries, he found [Reader] and Grim, with the freshman of course, walking out of their classroom. Sighing in relief, he continued to observe as normal. Unfortunately, these cameras were limited as they had no audio but it would do for now. 
‘ So they DID stay longer in the classroom. Phew, good thing nothing has changed so far.’ 
The screens were the only source of light in his room as his lights were turned off. He didn’t have any club activities today so he there was no need to leave his room. He sat on his desk chair while holding his knees to his chest. Raising his thumb to his mouth, he bit down on the tip of his nail. How did it come to this? 
~
“We’re going to be late! Crap, where is the housewarden?”
“Doesn’t he have his club? Do you think we can leave it with Ortho?” 
“Uh maybe. . .man why did Professor Trein dump this on us? If only Idia attended in-person classes, but oh well. Oh, wait-[Reader]!” 
[Reader] was walking through the hallways, but turned when they heard their name was called out. There were two students, from the Ignihyde dorm looking stressed. 
“Yes?” 
“Sorry for this, but could you do us a huge favor? Professor Trein asked if we could drop these papers with Houseward Idia, but we can’t find him! Not to mention, we’re already late for our club activities enough as it is! We’ll make it up to you, promise!” 
“Hm, sure I don’t see why not. Not like I have anything better to do, give them here.” 
Sighing in relief, the students wasted no time in handing the documents over to [Reader]. 
“Gosh, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much, both Grim and your meal are on us!” 
The students turned and ran off to their club. Leaving [Reader] alone. 
“Grim would appreciate that, it sure saves me money for one day knowing his appetite. Anyways, just where is Idia?”  
[Reader] debated going over to the hall of mirrors and just entering the Ignihyde dorm but they decided against it. It would be too much work if Idia were still on the main campus grounds and they were in their dorm. Was Idia even in a club? If he was, it would be worth it to check some classrooms in case he was. Thinking back on it, it wouldn’t seem likely but it didn’t hurt to check. [Reader] had been walking for about 20 minutes, popping inside classrooms just to survey the area. To no avail, Idia was not in the classroom. 
“Just where could he be? Maybe I should head over to his dorm. Oh, hey Azul!” 
Azul was walking on the opposite side and [Reader] ran up to meet him. 
“Ah, [Reader]. What a coincidence, I would have figured you had returned to your dorm by now.” 
“Normally I would have, but I’m helping some classmates drop off some documents. Hey, this may be a stretch but by any chance, do you know where Idia might be?” 
“ Idia? Oh why, yes I do. He’s still in the classroom. We just finished up our game board club meeting. He lost to me so he’s staying back to finish cleaning up. Why?” 
“He’s the one I’m dropping the documents off to. So, where is the club room?” 
“ Down the hall, turn right and it’s the second door on your left.” 
“ Thank you, Azul! I’ll see you around, kay?” 
“Of course. If you however require my services sooner, you know where to find me.” 
“Nice try, but at the moment I’m not interested in making a deal right now.  Maybe later if I forget to study for an exam.” 
“But of course, take care.” 
Azul left back to his dorm, leaving [Reader] to seek out his directions to the club room. When they arrived, they opened the door to see Idia sitting at the desk on his phone. 
“Oh hey, Idia-” 
Idia jumped in his desk, whipping his head around to stare at [Reader] in a frazzled state. 
“W-what a-are you doing h-here!?” 
“Calm down Idia, not here to hurt you. Anyways, someone asked me to drop off these papers to you. One of your housemates. Anyways, what are you doing?” 
“You c-can leave them on the t-table.” 
Idia’s eyes avoided [Reader’s] and he ignored their question. [Reader] walked closer, leaving the documents on the table as asked. They turned to look at his screen, looking at all the graphics displayed on the screen. 
“That looks interesting, what’s this about?” 
“It’s a game. . .” 
“Right, I can see that. What is it about?” 
Idia continued to advert his gaze, muttering under his breath under the assumption that [Reader] could not hear him. 
“Like you would care. . .” 
“I would actually.” 
A snarky and slightly offended response left [Readers] unamused face. Idia let out a squeak, he didn’t think [Reader] would hear that. [Reader] let out a huff, pulling a chair out and sitting across from Idia. 
“Idia, you know I’m not from here right? I don’t know much about media and franchises here in Twisted Wonderland, but I was interested in content like this back in my world. So humor me, what is this game about?” 
Though he was still unable to look them in the eye, not that [Reader] minded, he continued to explain the game franchise. 
“It’s an adventure-based role-playing game following an adventure party on a mission to take down the demon king. The party consists of characters that you get to pick, unlike most games where you’re given a party member. This game is different because it relies on your choices to advance as well as you making your combat type distinct. It has an online server where you can complete side quests while the main story updates.” 
He spoke fast, never sparing a glance at [Reader]. He was just waiting for them to become uninterested or to look at him in annoyance. He was waiting for the insults and the questionable glances of ‘you’re weird’ and ‘fucking loser’. 
“Hm, so it’s a fantasy-based combat game. Does this mean that all the party members are different fantasy races? I’d like to see the party members that you can pick, or do you get to customize them as well?” 
“ O-oh u-uh. . .” 
Idia has always seen the negative side of everything, but being realistic he didn’t give you enough credit. Sure, most people stop listening after that initial description but a few brave soldiers still stick around until he continues. He’d surely lose your interest with his extensive knowledge of the game's lore. 
“Well, not exactly. You can make your character, but the other party members are already designed and have a story to go with them. All you do is equip weapons and artifacts to strengthen them.” 
“Oh, I love customizable characters. Can I see yours?” 
Alright, so you’re one of those few brave soldiers who may be interested in a nerdy ramble. Idia began to click and swipe at his screen, eventually passing it to [Reader]. [Reader] began to inspect the character, looking at all the features that Idia placed on them. 
“Woah, they look badass. I like your character’s style, but it looks like they aren’t human-like. Are they fantasy-based characters? What kind?” 
Idia couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened, but his face softened and went from stoic to a more relaxed one. His eyes began to shine with passion as he began to talk about his character, gaining [Reader’s] undivided attention. [Reader] nodded and paid attention when he spoke, asking questions about the game’s lore and characters. Idia answered all their questions with a more enthusiastic chirp, throwing some jokes here and there. The atmosphere changed from tense to a more comforting one as they continued to speak losing track of time. 
“. . .but you don’t meet this fantasy race until act III in the game, even then they’re an antagonistic species until you clear the next three acts, that’s when it clears up. Eventually, you can add this character to your party or can update the way your character looks after-” 
The sound of the classroom door opening snapped Idia from his daze, and he turned to look at the door. 
“Idia, here you are!” 
“Ortho. . what are you doing here?” 
“Idia, it’s been three hours since you were supposed to be back. I came to see where you were. Don’t you remember, the new update for the game was dropping later tonight?” 
“Three hours. . .?” 
[Reader] and Idia panicked, both scrambling up from their chairs, 
“ Oh my gosh, I had no idea time went by so fast. I need to get home and do my homework!” 
“I forgot about my game! S-sorry, I probably bugged you with my spiel-” 
“Not at all, Idia! Honestly, this game sounds cool I might check it out. Well, I wish I could considering I don’t have a platform to play it. Crowley is very stingy with what he gives out. I don’t even have a phone to use, or else I would have asked for your contact info. I’ll catch you later, hopefully maybe one of these days I can see you in class. Take care, Ortho!” 
[Reader] patted Ortho’s shoulder before leaving the classroom. Ortho nodded enthusiastically, wishing [Reader] the same. He turned around to where Idia was standing. Idia was quiet, his eyes wide, and on his face was a dopey grin. His cheeks were lightly flushed, adding color to his pale skin. 
“ Iida? What’s wrong?” 
“Ortho, I’m going to class tomorrow.” 
~~ 
It had been roughly two months since that encounter. Idia never expected it to get this bad. They kept their promise, and [Reader] continued to talk to him even if it was after class and in private. He knows they didn’t mean anything bad by it, but he loved the idea of being their little secret. Held occasional yet school-related conversations in public, but the moment the class ended [Reader] and he would talk for hours. Sometimes, they would come over to the Ignihyde dorm to play games with him or indulge in certain content and media. Ortho was very excited, not only was he able to see his brother form a friendship with someone so close instead of online, but he could also see his brother having a slightly more positive outlook on life. However, he remained haunted by the grim reminder that he would be head of the S.T.Y.X organization and wouldn’t be able to enjoy the luxuries he was experiencing now. Despite all that, he was smiling a lot softer and looking forward to the next meeting. So in other words, everything was content and alright. There was no need for him to hijack the cameras to stalk [Reader], but he did it anyway. 
“Well, no matter. What’s done is done. Now I need to make sure they get home safely.” 
Idia softly smiled at the cameras, looking at [Reader] talking to Grim. They had a smile on their face as well, no doubt teasing the poor kitty. 
‘ They’re so pretty. . .hopefully they like my surprise.’ 
[Reader] was walking with the freshman to the Ramshackle dorm. They were going to drop off some stuff before heading out to the hall of mirrors. As they arrived at the entrance, they were greeted by a ghost. 
“Good afternoon, [Reader] and Grim! How were your classes?” 
“ Afternoon! Nothing too busy, but we just got assigned a major project.” 
“Man talk about annoying, Riddle kept reminding us how important this project was for the freshman.” 
Ace complained with Deuce sharing a similar face of dismay, clearly stressed about the project itself. 
“Vil was the same, he said that I could not afford to get a low score and tarnish Pomefiore’s reputation. This must be a pretty serious project.” 
Jack rubbed the back of his head, “Leona hasn’t mentioned anything yet. If all your housewardens are saying something no doubt when I get back to Savannaclaw he might mention it.” 
“If the project must be this serious, then I cannot score anything but the highest marks! The pride of Diasomnia, no. . .the pride of Malleus-Sama rests on my shoulders!” 
“Cool, anyways. . .” 
The rest of the group disregarded what Sebek was spouting about. The ghost chuckled, before leaving to the living room and returning with a package in hand. 
“Someone came by to drop this off. We don’t know what it is or from whom. There was no name on the package.” 
“Oh, for us?” 
“Seems like it.” 
Curiosity spread among them as they were all devising in their heads what it could be. 
“You don’t think it’s a. . .no it couldn’t be!” 
“But it might be. . .” 
“It might be a what?” 
Grim turned to Ace and Epel who shared mischievous smiles, “Oh you know. . .” 
“Pay them no mind, Grim. They’re just trying to scare you.” 
Deuce waved the two off and reassured Grim that it was all right. [Reader] examined the box, shaking it a little. It felt heavy, but there was no sound with the shake. It might either take up the whole box or it might be very secure. They walked inside their dorm with the others following suit. They sat on the couch and proceeded to open the package. Ripping open the box, they turned to see that it was a new phone. 
“A phone. . .?” 
“ WOAH! NOT JUST A NEW PHONE, IT’S THE LATEST MODEL!” 
Everyone exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers. 
“It is. . .?” 
“Hm, you don’t suppose Crowley got it for us do you?” 
Grim turned to look at [Reader] who scoffed at the idea, 
“Hell no, since when has that man cared for us?” 
“Fair enough, but who do you think it was from?” 
“ Not sure. .  .” 
“ Well whoever it was, they must be loaded!” 
Ace pointed out, [Reader] looking up at him. 
“Surely it can’t be that much...  could it?” 
“It’s over 200,000 Thaumarks!” 
“THAT MUCH!?” 
Grim and [Reader] turned to each other in shock. There was no way Crowley would cough up that much money for them, surely this was a mistake. 
“ Do you think they maybe got the wrong address?” 
“Nope! The postman that delivered it said the package was addressed to a [Reader].” 
“So who could be this generous patronage?” 
“Who knows, but whoever it is. You better take care of that as your life depended on it!” 
“ Got it, maybe I can ask Idia how to set it up. Surely it can’t be too different than the models back in my world, but if it is that much I can’t risk it. Alright, let us go now.” 
“ Do you guys want to go to Monstro Lounge to eat and talk about the project?” 
Sharing nods, everyone set off to Monstro Lounge. Idia was observing through the cameras, looking to see everyone entering the Octavinelle dorm. The moment he saw [Reader] enter, he stood up and made plans to leave his dorm. He closed off all the cameras and locked his room to be safe. He turned to the door, preparing to enact his plan. He left the Ignihyde dorm, turning to the path to the Ramshackle dorm. He walked at a brisk pace. It was the perfect time, no one was near or around to see him. Upon arriving at the dorm, he turned to peek inside the windows. Luckily, the ghosts that were occupying the house didn’t seem to be near. He pulled out a key and swiftly unlocked the door. He remembered one time when he swiped their keys and made a copy of them. Casually returning them to [Reader]. He climbed up the stairs and entered their room. Looking around, he could see a very plain room. Nothing too out of the ordinary but he didn’t mind, he knew that [Reader] was hardly getting any funds from Crowley. That was why he gave them the phone, something to be able to reach them faster. Though the room was plain, there was something that did manage to catch his eye. [Reader’s] used clothing hamper. His breath hitched, slowly and carefully making his way to it. Fear that the slight movement could alert someone, even though he was alone(or was he?). Once he made it across, he peered inside. Just normal clothing, sleeping garments, and so forth. The one thing that did make him turn red, was the sight of [Reader’s] used undergarments. 
His throat was dry as he debated reaching in and taking. What would they think of him? Would [Reader] look at him in disgust? Here he was, a pervert thinking about taking the used underwear of the one he loved. Who knows what he was going to do with them? Idia shook his head, reaching in swiftly and swiping the used underwear. He shakily raised them to his face, placing the crotch area close to his nose. He inhaled deeply, [Reader’s] scent quickly invading his mind. His pants began to feel tight and his dick was hard. He was lost in a trance until he heard a voice come from the living room. 
“I wonder who could have gifted the phone to [Reader]. Do you think they have a secret admirer?” 
Idia’s eyes widened as his body temperature rose. He was horrified, beyond terrified. Tears began to well, he was going to be caught! Idia quietly scrambled to the hallway but skillfully remained undetected as he peered over the stair railway. All the ghosts were in the living room, but they weren’t near the front door. If he played his cards right, he could make it out of the dorm without bringing too much attention to himself. Idia began to walk down the stairs, luckily the ghosts were too into their conversation to hear the creaky stairs. Idia shoved the used garment into the pocket of his jacket. 
“ If they had a secret admirer, do you think it might be that fae boy who sometimes comes here at night?” 
‘The WHAT!?’ Idia internally screamed. Fae. . did he mean Sebek? Sebek knows better than to appear at night, so was it the devilish third-year Lilia Vanrogue? Sure he was an eccentric one, but even he would have morals. Idia was close to the front of the door.  Idia was so into his thoughts, that he failed to notice the ghost that was standing near the gate. The ghost turned around, with a surprised look asked, 
“Are you here for [Reader]?” 
Idia let out a squeak, holding both his arms in a defensive stance. The ghost noticed this and quickly assured him that he did not mean any harm or to spook him. 
“Didn’t mean to scare you, but [Reader] isn’t here right now. They’re at the Monstro Lounge working on a project with some peers.” 
“O-oh. . .I see. . .” 
Idia knew they weren’t here, but couldn’t raise any suspicion. The other ghosts soon came to the front door, staring at Idia. 
“Oh, what’s this? Are you a friend of [Reader]?” 
“I-I u-uh. . .d-did [Reader] get the package?” 
“ The package? Oh! Are you their secret admirer?” 
Way to go Iida, he was digging a deeper hole for himself. 
“A-a friend of mine a-asked me to make sure they got it. . .” 
His gaze was adverted to the side and his fingers were twiddling. 
“They did it! By any chance, can we know the name of your friend? Tell us, do they like [Reader]?” 
“ Y-yeah s-something like that. T-they’re a little shy so. . .well then, that’s good. U-uh, I’m going to leave n-now. . .” 
“ Take care, be safe walking back to your dorm!” 
The ghosts all wished him safe travels. Idia nodded and began to walk slowly, once he was away from the ghost’s sight of vision he scrambled back to his dorm. 
“You don’t think he was. . .?” 
“Maybe, but wait. . . isn’t he the one [Reader] likes?” 
~
Idia managed to make it to his dorm without being spotted. He entered his room and locked the door. Once he caught his breath, he made it to his bed and plopped down. He was tired, hopefully, the ghosts didn’t say anything. He closed his eyes and remained still for a brief moment before he turned, feeling the fabric of his pants rub against his hard-on. 
‘Oh’
His cheeks reddened and his hair changed from a blue to a purple shade, close to pink. He reached into his pocket, taking out the used underwear. His other hand went to his pants, slowly freeing his hard cock. His breath hitched, he placed the used underwear up against his nose and inhaled deeply. His eyes rolled back at [Reader’s] scent and his free hand went to his dick, wrapping around it. Pre was already forming at the tip, he rubbed his cock up and down slowly, starting a soft pace. 
“Fuck. . .” 
His lidded and glossy eyes stared on, he slowly opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He gave a long striped lick, tasting whatever remained on the underwear. Whatever little control he had broke, he began to gradually fist his cock as he inhaled and exhaled. He was constantly giving licks as well, his body was moving on his own. He rolled over and entangled his legs with his bedsheets. He let the underwear fall on the pillow and dove nose-first into it. With his right hand, he began to grip the sheets. He rutted into his fist. His mind wandered to [Reader], how would they feel. If they saw him right now, what would they say? Would they call him a disgusting pervert? How dare he get off on your used underwear. How pathetic he is, rutting into his hand thrusting into his bed trying to find the right pace and friction to get off. Fucking pathetic, look at this loser jerking off to the idea of even being able to touch you. 
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-oh fuck-!” 
He imagined if [Reader] was into it as well. Would they step on his disgusting dick? Would they tease him, call him all kinds of names? Would they make him fuck himself before he even had the chance to fuck them? Idia was thankful for his pillow, other than being able to rest the used underwear so that he could smell and taste as much as he wanted. He was also able to hide his pathetic moans and whines. He was drooling, eyes rolling back and tears welling up. 
“Fuckfuckfuck, I’m gonna-shit I’m gonna come-” 
How their warm insides would feel. How their hole would clamp and clench around his dirty and pathetic cock. Imagine how it would feel to relentlessly fuck them. 
“W-wanna touch them, w-wanna fuck y-you, [R-reader]!? W-wanna c-come i-inside you-ha fuck!?” 
Would they let them come inside? How it would feel, leaving his warm thick sticky cum inside them. When he’d pull out he’d see the thick glob that left their used and abused hole that was stretched out just for him. 
“C-Cumming!??” 
Idia’s eyes rolled back as his back arched, his right hand gripping the sheets and his knuckles turning white, blowing his load into his hands. His cum shoots out to stain his bedsheets. His cum was warmer than average, how would they feel? Would they feel warm and satisfied? Sweat was coating his skin and he struggled to catch his breath. His left hand released his now limp dick and his right let go of the bedsheets. He lifted his body, getting on his knees and he looked at the pillow and [Reader]’s now soiled underwear. 
“I l-love you so much. . .[Reader].” 
[Reader] kept true to their word and turned to Idia for help setting up their phone. 
“Oh, okay so I do this right?” 
“You’re no better than a noob finally learning how to use a handheld console.” 
[Reader] sent Idia an unamused look, but let out a laugh. Idia smiled, but changed his face the moment [Reader] turned to look up again at him. 
“It’s standard, it’s similar to most models back in my world though some features are completely new. Hey Idia, can I ask you a question? Is this really the latest model and  worth 200,000 thurmarks?” 
“It’s the latest model and now it’s super rare. Those who preordered one when the sale dropped months ago were 100% guaranteed one with a small percentage that they would be sold in stores. They only released a few in-store ones so if you didn’t get one then, it’ll be months before you get one.” 
“Woah, so it’s that special? Ace was telling me all the new stuff it was supposed to have but I just nodded and went with it.” 
“Here.” 
Idia handed [Reader] their new phone back, stuck on the contact screen. The contact read his name, ‘Idia Shroud’, with his phone number saved on it. 
“So now you can reach me. M-maybe play the game now. . .”
“Thank you Idia, I was going to ask you about that too by the way. Do you mind if I lie on your bed?” 
“Hm, no I don’t-WAIT YES I DO!” 
Idia’s scream rang through his room. [Reader]’s eyes widened as they backed away from his bed. 
“S-sorry, my bed is. . .messy.” 
“Oh, I really don’t mind but if you do that’s fine. I can just sit here unless you don’t want me to?” 
“N-no no, there is fine.” 
Idia calmed down, scooting over to [Reader] to explain how to download the game and how to set it up. 
It was like that, consistently for another two months. Idia wasn’t sure what to do, he had planned on confessing but how. Every time he thought it was the right time, someone just had to take [Reader’s] attention or ruin it for him. They could never understand them the way he did. After months of observing [Reader], playing games with them, and sharing deep meaningful conversations, Idia was the only one who could understand them. That’s what he believed, so why was it so hard to be able to confess them? No one was able to understand them to the capacity that Idia could and certainly, no one was worthy of them. Granted Idia himself didn’t feel worthy, but if he was the worm crawling underneath their shoe the other’s were the smears on the concrete. Idia huffed in annoyance, he was typing along to his online friend, Muscle Red. 
Gloomurai: Can I vent to you about something happening IRL
Muscle Red: Of course, what’s wrong? 
Gloomurai: How do you confess to someone you like? 
Muscle Red: Oh, relationship issues? 
Lilia scratched his head, geez. This was an awkward situation, it’s been a while since Lilia courted someone. He wasn’t sure how to proceed with the conversation but he was young once so it couldn’t be too hard.
Gloomurai: Not really considering there is no relationship yet, it’s more like I like someone but can’t bring myself to confess to them. 
Gloomurai: When I want to, something always happens like the universe doesn’t want us to be together. 
Muscle Red: I don’t think that's the case. I think you may need to set up a scenario where you are completely alone to confess, so you don’t have any interruptions.
Lilia winced a little when he read that back, it didn’t sound okay at first. Hopefully, Gloomurai doesn’t look too into it. 
Gloomurai: It’s a little hard, they’re quite social. Almost everyone wants to talk to them. 
Muscle Red: I’m sure if you asked to speak to them about a personal matter, they might set time aside to hear you out. Maybe that is when you confess? 
Gloomurai: I’d probably stutter over my words to get it out, they’re just too cool. . .
Muscle Red: How did you meet them? Is this a close friend or? 
Gloomurai: You could say that. They like the same stuff I like, we became friends with mutual interests. 
Lilia let out a breath of relief. Unlike back then where you either knew the person from growing up together or being interested in them because of one interaction, common interests bonded people. So this should be easy. 
Muscle Red: Hm, so then they probably know you and will feel more comfortable being near a familiar face. When trying to court someone you may want to start with a small gesture of kindness and trying to find time alone to be able to confess to them. That was how most of the time it worked then, but since this is a close friend they might already be able to pick up signs. [MESSAGE UNABLE TO SEND. TRY AGAIN.] 
Muscle Red: You may have to be bold. Do something that they might never expect from you. Try to get them to see you in a different light than just a friend. If you’re able to do that then surely you can win them over, who knows maybe they’ll fall for you just as much. 
Muscle Red: Do something that still falls within their comfort level to show that you still care and know certain things about them. I think once you’re able to show them how you care for them but also make them see you, I think that helps a lot. They already like spending time with you and enjoy common interests, so really, it shouldn’t be too hard. [MESSAFE UNABLE TO SEND. TRY AGAIN.] 
Gloomurai: So try something bold, something that makes them notice my feelings for them? 
Muscle Red: Exactly. 
Gloomurai: Hm, thank you. I think I know what I should do. Thank you for this, really :)). Thank you for helping me defeat the boss too lol. C U!
Muscle Red: see you! 
Gloomurai left the chat. 
Muscle Red left the chat. 
Lilia looked to the bottom right screen on his PC, looking at the symbol representing the internet. 
“My, of all times it seems that the internet went out. Hopefully, they were able to read my messages and understand what I was trying to say. Oh well, they seemed to understand so hopefully it helps. Ah, young love certainly never fails to move my heart. Now, onto the internet.” 
And so, that is where we find ourselves now. Idia was pacing around his room, biting his nails and muttering to himself. 
‘Shitshitshitshitshitshit, what do I do? What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?’ 
[Reader] was sleeping soundly, snuggling into the bed. Clearly, this wasn’t their room and if they were to wake up, surely they would panic. The last thing [Reader] remembered was resting peacefully in their bed with Grim cuddling next to them. 
“I did use a pretty strong spell, hopefully, they wake up soon. . .” 
Idia peered over to see [Reader] they were still unmoving. He nervously made his way to them, getting on his bed and slowly crawling to them. The bed sank with his added weight, but nonetheless, they did not waver. He eyed their body, their features. Their chest was slowly rising with their steady breathing. Idia swallowed hard, his fearful expression didn’t leave his face either while he shakily extended his hand to touch [Reader]. His hand grazed their skin and his cold fingers met their warm skin. Tracing his finger from this shoulder to their forearm, touching their forehead and caressing their cheeks. He stopped breathing, afraid that it would ruin this soft moment for him. His eyes trailed down, to their chest. He removed his fingers from their cheeks and instead began to trail from their collarbone to their chest. With deep breaths and a flushed face, he started going lower. From their chest to their stomach, to their hips, and eventually, their crotch. 
“You’re so pretty. . .wanna see you more. . .” 
Idia lightly rubbed at their crotch, lazily stroking up and down. He didn’t intend to do anything and he certainly didn’t expect to hit any major pleasure zones. Idia continued to touch, not really doing much. He wondered if they were awake, what would they do if they saw him like this? Surely they would scream, be disgusted, and threaten to hurt him. 
‘Be bold’ 
Idia nervously looked over to [Reader]with their eyes still shut. He looked over at their legs, placing his hands in the middle and prying them open. His head peeked up again, no movement. He got on his knees at the foot of his bed, dragging [Reader’s] legs down too. Idia placed his hand on their bottoms, dragging them agonizingly slow. He managed to take them off without stirring them and he left them in just their undergarments. Idia began to drool at the sight but he knew the surprise was waiting underneath the undergarments. Reaching above, he pulled them down swiftly and looked. [Reader’s] sex was exposed and visibly aroused. His cold fingers went to touch their most sensitive bit, lightly tapping it. Trailing their finger up and down, they noticed their hole clenching around nothing. 
“What I would give for you to think of me touching you in your dreams.” 
Idia shakily moved his face to their sex, giving it an experimental lick. Trailing to their hole, licking around the area. He removed himself and began to such on his fingers, once they were coated with his saliva he moved them to their hole. Inserting his middle finger inside. Idia let out a soft squeal when he felt their hole clench around his finger. 
“F-Fuck. . .y-you’re so tight. . .” 
Inserting his finger in and out, creating a soft pace and causing enough lubrication to insert another finger. Idia let out a small chuckle, 
“It’s like you’re greedy hole is devouring me. . .I wonder what you’re dreaming about, [Reader].” 
As Idia continued fingering [Reader], they turned to their sensitive bits and began to lick up and down, pressing light kisses on them. He continued to do this for a bit, lightly teasing them and pumping his fingers inside them. He began to suck and that’s when he noticed it, their body twitched. Thinking it was from pleasure, he continued to tease and explore their body. Their sensitive bits were being toyed with, sucked, licked, pinched, and stroked while he fucked his fingers into them. He didn’t notice the noises they were making as they were stirring, but his heart dropped when he felt his hands wander into his hair. 
“[REA-]!?” 
“D-don’t stop. . .p-please Idia. .m’feels good.” 
He had to be dreaming! There was no way this could be real, but he didn't care. If it was a dream, then what a lovely dream it was. He nodded and returned to abuse their sex. 
“F-fuck, right there-!” 
Idia was overheating, he was eating them out with such intensity. Drool covers their sex and mixes with their juices. His fingers continued their assault, stretching them out in a scissoring motion while also reaching even areas they couldn’t with their fingers. 
“M’ feels g-good, f-fuck g-gonna cum Idia-!” 
[Reader] was coming undone, the feeling of Idia’s long tongue playing with their sex, sucking and kissing along with his fingers was a pleasure overload. When Idia’s fingers reached that soft and spongey spot inside them, curling his fingers to hit, they came. Grabbing his hair and pushing his face against their sex and bucking their hips, riding out their orgasm as they came on his face. 
“C-Coming!” 
Once they came down from their high, they released his hair. [Reader] raised their forearm to cover their eyes as they worked to catch their breath. Idia got up from the floor and got on the bed, crawling to them. 
“[R-reader]. . .I-I-I-?!” 
[Reader] removed their forearm, looking at him with glossy eyes. Idia could only gaze upon them with such love. Their body was covered in sweat, their skin was warm to the touch and their post-orgasmic face was divine. [Reader] propped themselves on their elbows, struggling to sit up on the bed. When they managed to, they turned to look at him with a dazed-out expression. 
“Idia. . .wanna make you feel good too. . .can I?” 
[Reader] asked in a slightly whiny voice that made Idia’s rock-hard cock strain against his bottoms. His breath hitched, 
“E-EH? I-I N-NO Y-YOU DON’T M-MEA-EEP!” 
Idia shrieked when [Reader] pushed him down on his bed, straddling his hips and rubbing their exposed sex on his clothed crotch. [Reader] raised their arms to remove their shirt, turning to remove his bottoms. [Reader] was able to pull down his bottoms and remove his boxer, exposing his dick. Idia’s hair turned into a pinkish hue with the rest of his skin burning up. He was embarrassed that his crush who he went down on, got to see him in a similar position. [Reader’s] hands were warm to the touch and they began stroking and rubbing his cock, jerking him off. Idia threw his head back, moaning uncontrollably and gasping as he felt their fingers play with his tip, rubbing it back and forth. Their free hand began to fondle his balls, creating a feeling of immense pleasure. Tears began to form and Idia looked at [Reader] with a face that was begging for mercy but at the same time, more. 
“O-Of fuck! F-feels so fucking good! H-having my disgusting cock t-touched by you, [Reader]! F-fuck me, please I want it s-so badly!” 
Before Idia could come, [Reader] let go of their dick. They went to their sex, rubbing their hole and inserting their finger, making sure they were stretched well. They leveled themselves to Idia’s cock and began to lower themselves down. Idia closed his eyes at the feeling of their hole clenching down hard on his dick. [Reader] was struggling themselves too, Idia managed to stretch them out pretty well. After a while, [Reader] began to move, slowly creating a slow pace while riding Idia, Their hands went underneath his shirt and to his nipples, playing with them. Their fingers caught them and began to pinch them. 
“Fuck! H-ha…f-fuck, so tight!” 
“Y-you’re so big, Idia. Feels so f-fucking good!” 
Rolling their hips to meet Idia’s small thrusts to reach that deeper part within their insides. Idia’s hands went to grab and hold their hips, keeping them steady. Idia’s left hand went to touch their sex, rubbing and stroking to make them catch their high. Both their bodies were covered in sweat and their moans echoed throughout the room. [Reader’s] movements were getting sloppy, the feeling of their climax was right around the edge. Idia could feel it too, he wasn’t going to last long but he wanted to. He didn't;’t want this moment to end. 
“I-Idia, hm feel’s so good, feel so full! W-wanna c=come. .-ha!” 
“F-Fuck [Reader]! C-Come, please c-come!” 
Relief was granted when Idia thrust one last time, spilling his seed inside them. [Reader] threw their head back and ended up cumming all over Iida. The room smelled of sweat and sex. Idia and [Reader] were both trying to catch their breath, until Idia began to thrust again. 
“W-wait I-idia! I can’t, it’s t-too much! S-still sensitive-!!” 
[Reader] placed their hands on his stomach, steadying themselves and that’s when they saw it. Idia’s glossy eyes, tears staining his face but his face was red. He looked like he was ready to cry again from the overstimulation. 
“P-please, w-want more of you. W-want to feel you-!” 
Idia began to relentlessly thrust upwards, hitting their deepest spots and continuing to play with their sex. It continued for a while until Idia had his fill, pushing [Reader] until they were no longer able to form coherent words just mindless babbles of their pleasure spilling out. Idia finally finished and managed to release inside them. He let [Reader] lie on the bed to rest, but never pulled out of them. They stayed connected even when Idia was no longer hard. [Reader] looked over at Idia who was avoiding their gaze. [Reader] smiled, breathing out before speaking, 
“I love you, Idia.” 
“H-HUH!? N-no, surely you’re just pulling my leg-” 
“Idia, we just fucked. I’m not pulling anything, you think I don’t know that you were stalking me?” 
Idia let out a whine, diving headfirst into their chest to hide his embarrassment. Wrapping his arms around their waist, pulling him closer to them. 
“I know you’ve been stalking me around. I also know you were the one who got me the phone, the ghosts told me you stopped by my house.” 
Idia peeled himself away enough to look up at [Reader] who looked at him with adoring eyes. 
“ You probably hate me, you must think I’m disgusting aren’t I.” 
“I don’t hate you, but I do think you’re pretty disgusting. I don't mind, I like how disgusting you are about me.” 
Idia gazed into their eyes before shying away, continuing to shove his face in their chest. His pink hair was a dead giveaway that he was completely enamored and not okay with that response. 
“ Oh, and I also know you jerked off to my used underwear.” 
A sob left Idia’s lip. 
Bonus: 
Muscle Red: Hello, it's been a while. So, how did it go with the one you wanted to confess to?” 
Gloomurai: Hello. It went well, I went bold as you said. I kidnapped them and I guess they were into that lol. Thank you for your advice. Now, do you want to do that quest? 
Gloomurai: Muscle Red? [MESSAGE COULD NOT BE SENT. USER MUSCLE RED IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE] 
Gloomurai: Muscle Red? :(( [MESSAGE COULD NOT BE SENT. USER MUSCLE RED IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE] 
A/N: I have no words because I lowkey hate the writing because I split it up into several days of work so it’s not only consistent but I think I cannot write smut to save my life as well I used to and well yeah. Happy birthday IRL bestie. 
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dotster001 · 2 months
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When You Escape Him; Ignihyde
Summary: Yandere Idia x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.
A/N: okay, here's the thing. I know technically Ortho is one of the first year crew now, and thus, he is technically as old as we are. However, in my head he has been ten years old for so long that it's hard for me to see him that way. I tried to think of a way this could work platonically, and I came up with nothing for this prompt. So no Ortho for this one. Sorry friends 🤷🏼‍♀️ also, I know this is not an 18+ blog, so some of you are minors, in which case, I am not judging you for liking Ortho, if that is the case. I'm just saying it's a no for me.
CW: tranquilizer darts, minor character death, yandere stuff
Other Parts: Heartslaybul Savannaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Diasomnia Non NRC Staff
Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.
"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."
You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.
Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.
And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.
In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.
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You couldn't help but be…. suspicious. Idia had only grown smarter, and more creative over the years, which made you wonder…did Idia build your son? Flaming blue hair wasn't common.
But he aged normally. So he couldn't be an Idia creation. So maybe it really was a coincidence?
Not something you could worry about right now as the two of you hid from S.T.Y.X robots. 
The fact that you'd made it a year was pretty good, if you were being honest. You didn't have clearance to leave the Isle of Woe, but a scorned ex employee of Idia’s had let you stay hidden in his home. He didn't even make you pay rent because, in his words, keeping that pretentious bastard's favorite things away from him was payment enough. Aside from that little spiel, he was a sweet guy. Which is probably why he was fired. 
But someone must have ratted you both out. You'd heard a shot downstairs, followed by his pained groan. A groan that was only as loud as it was for the sole purpose of alerting someone hiding upstairs.
You were hiding under the bed, with your son. The man had lined the beds with materials the S.T.Y.X bots couldn't scan through. You didn't have much faith though. Not that you had a plan if you did manage to hide from the bots. Either way, this was probably game over for you.
But you'd rather game over didn't come from Idia.
You stayed quiet under the bed, as you heard the bots start wrecking rooms. One particularly loud crash woke the baby. You hurriedly rushed to calm him, but he started crying. You couldn't blame a kid for being a kid. 
Bots rushed to your room, and threw the bed you were hiding under across the room. They all pointed their tranquilizers at you, as one of the bots stomachs displayed Idia’s visage.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, please come home,” he cried. You didn't even know how to respond to that. You would have thought he'd be angry, but that would have been out of character for him.
“I know, I'm the absolute worst, but I'll be better for you! Please don't keep my son from me!”
Bargaining. Nice.
“I'll let you go outside for an hour a day. I'll buy you whatever you want. Please, please,please, please, please.”
“Oh my God! Idia! What I want is fucking freedom!” You snapped as you continued to try and calm the boy.
“I…I can't…”
“Yes you can!”
“I need you!”
“Well I don't want you!”
His eyes widened for a moment, completely taken aback. Then they narrowed, as he bit his lip in disdain. 
“Fine.”
One of the bots hit you with a tranquilizer dart. You cried out, but were quickly distracted from the pain as a bot took your son from your quickly numbing arms.
“No,” you groaned, reaching out as quickly as your body would let you, which was not very fast.
Your eyesight was darkening as the bots began to leave the room, leaving you alone with the bot projecting Idia.
“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
Your vision faded as you were left alone in the room, a single tear rolling down your cheek.
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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no thoughts, only pathetic yandere idia,,,
For you
Yandere Idia x reader
Tw: yandere, Manipulation, Idia Sets up surveillance in your house,
People invest in their interests, don’t they? An artist would spend their money on tools to improve their craft, students buy assessment books to practise, a business person pours millions into their assets….
All hoping one day to reap the fruits of their labour.
Idia’s really not different. His interests are just unconventional, that’s all. Fiction and reality… both exist, don’t they? It’s just about where you throw your stat points, honestly.
He’s not addicted to the digital world, far from it. Seeking refuge would be a better way to phrase it.
In real life, you have to watch yourself. Melt into the background, don’t draw attention to yourself. There’s always so many eyes to account for, too many minds thinking their very own brand of thoughts. Too many independent variables. Idia hardly has the time to analyse every single person that crosses his path.
Games on the other hand, have a fixed formula. Play long enough, it’s easy to predict where the next enemy’s coming from. Which button to press, what combination will deal the most damage, it all can be calculated and accounted for.
Idia would honestly rather invest his time in something he genuinely enjoys. Why waste time and energy tiptoeing around society’s norms? That time could be better spent grinding for the latest event.
Although, he’s finding games a little bit harder to concentrate on. It’s your fault, honestly. When he’s supposed to be focused, your face still pops into his head. It’s the little things. A character who’s voice reminds you of yours, a item that has your favourite colour… even an seasonal skin that would look amazing on you…
All his thoughts lead back to you. It’s an irrational feeling, “love”. It consumes, scrapping away at every rational thought in his head. Love burns with a brightness that’s hard to ignore. It blinds him, stinging his eyes like a thousand needles. It drives him crazy, making him do illogical things.
Bit by bit, he’s reinvesting his stat points. More and more placed into his love for you. Idia’s feelings only grow by the day.
It’s scary, how committed he is to his passions. When he gets into a new series, he plunges in fully.
All the volumes lining his shelves, the newest console to play whatever is released, the extensive amount of merchandise that decorates his room.
The pictures of you he’s saved into his computer, backed up flawlessly. A livestream that displays the real-time footage of every nook and cranny of Ramshackle dorm. A little shrine under his bed, filled with the things you’ve blessed your touch.
It’s creepy.
It’s obsessive.
But doesn’t it all seem so lovely?
The way Idia’s so devoted to your every step. How he knows every single little detail about you. Your life, your personality, your habits… no matter what you do, you’ll still be dancing in the palm of his hand.
You’ll never find out. Idia’s too good for that. You’re his favourite character in this dull game of life. It’ll only make sense he knows everything about you. It’s all in the name of love, after all.
He’s perfectly content watching from a screen. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Idia’s always been like this. Hiding behind a screen. It’s the way he supports his idols. Quietly behind the scenes, with typed words and little emotes.
Yet you’re here. Enrolled in the same college, living and breathing right next to him. Heck, he can even hear your breath right now…
“Idia… what’s..”
A hesitant whisper, shaky with fear. Idia spins around, only to meet the eyes of his beloved. You, standing at the doorway of his room. Gawking at all the monitors floating around the room, all featuring you.
No, no, no!
This was not how things were meant to go. You take a step back, body trembling, shaking like a lone leaf in a storm. Idia rises from his chair, arms held out in an attempt to soothe you.
Approaching slowly, he takes slow, cautious steps towards you. Words flow from his mouth unconsciously. Ranging from panicked excuses to desperate pleas for you to hear him out. Please, please don’t leave. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so listen to him, alright?
Idia takes your hand in his own, clinging onto your arm for all he’s worth. Tears swarming his vision, staring at the blur of your form.
Begging you not to leave, clinging onto whatever he could grab, holding on with the stubbornness of a child.
A truly pathetic sight. You must hate him.
But this is what you’ve done to him. You and this cruel feeling of “love”.
It’s your fault. All your fault.
Idia’s grip grows a little tighter. Squeezing into your arm, pressing scarlet welts of red into your skin. He glares at you, tears brimming in his eyes.
You’ll just have to take responsibility, wouldn’t you? For everything you’ve done to him.
Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it as much as he will. Love is a two way thing, right? Idia will play you like a game, and unlock the best ending for both of you.
He knows everything there is to know about you, after all.
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yandere-daze · 2 years
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I don't know if you want to make this request of mine, but I would be very grateful... How would it be if was Yanderes! Twisted Wonderland (dorm leaders) in love with the same reader?
Ohoho I sure can! Man being in that situation would be so scary, good lord, can you imagine? I guess now you can jsfaönf
I decided to finally feed my twst readers again after starving them for so long. I hope you enjoy!
Likes and reblogs are appreciated!
gn reader
tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, jealousy, mention of murder, mention of violence, kidnapping/ abduction, manipulation, stalking, emotional manipulation
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Yandere! dorm leaders that are in love with the same darling
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Okay but this is going to be utter chaos, you just know it. Most of the dorm leaders can barely tolerate each other in the first place without a fight breaking out, then you add them being yandere ( and as such, more unhinged) ,and then to add insult to injury they all like the same person? Yeah, that´s a recipe for disaster
I honestly don´t think any of them are willing to share? They want to have you for themselves without anyone else interfering
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Riddle Rosehearts
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Riddle blows a fuse when he gets wind of this. He already has a harsh temper to begin with but he loses all of his composure when it concerns his darling. Do the other dorm leaders think they can just simply steal you away from him? How utterly unacceptable! He is the most hard-working and flawless student here at Night Raven College so he also deserves your love the most out of everyone here!
He´s honestly so annoyed and angry when he sees one of the others talking to you that he takes out his anger on his poor dorm members that he now collars for the slightest of offenses. It´s like chapter 1 never even happened, his reign of terror is reinstated all at once
And yet at the same time, he would take advantage of the fact that your two closest friends are members of Heartslabyul. You´re bound to want to visit them often to hang out with them, right? So of course it´s only a coincidence that you´ll often find Riddle staying close to their room to greet you and sweep you away when he gets the chance. Of course he wasn´t waiting around for you or anything like that, it´s only natural that he keeps a close eye on those two troublemakers to make sure they don´t get involved in any hijinks again, right? It´s what a responsible dorm leader should do
So while you´re at it, why don´t you join him for a nice cup of tea? He´s told Trey to bake some treats that are just to their liking. So please spend some time with him!
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Leona Kingscholar
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Leona is one that often doesn´t bother with putting in a lot of effort, simply because he doesn´t think his efforts would ever be rewarded. Why would he give it his all when he knows it´s not going to matter in the end? But this here is different. You´re one of the only people that have shown true understanding for his position as the second-born prince and for once he feels like he needs to try his very best when it comes to winning you over
Leone is no fool, he´s quick to figure out that the other dorm leaders seem to love you in the same obsessed way that he does. It makes him angry to think that anyone else would dare try to stake their claim on you when he´s already decided that you would be his mate. For once in his life, he refuses to play the second fiddle. He wants you and he´s not going to shirk back from using dirty means to get what he wants. He probably orders Ruggie to use his unique magic again to make the other dorm leaders hurt themselves to put them out of commission for long enough to hopefully win you over. If pushed far enough I´m sure Leona wouldn´t hesitate to use King´s roar either. He was so close to killing Ruggie, someone that is actually a big help to him, so why would he ever hold back against his rivals?
Leona is very aware that he needs to fight dirty if he wants to break free from always being in second place
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Azul Ashengrotto
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Azul is very displeased when he finds out that he isn´t the only one to be harboring feelings for you. It probably took him a lot of time to come to terms with his own “love” for you, not one to freely show his deeper emotions to anyone else, he doesn´t like to feel vulnerable. And yet, whenever he lays eyes on you, Azul feels more vulnerable than ever before. And he finds that he doesn´t hate it as much as he would have thought
But he very much hates his current predicament. All those other fools are head-over-heels for you as well and it makes him more insecure than he would ever admit. Of course he´s primarily upset because he wants you for his own but when he sees the kind of people he needs to compete with ( literal royalty and a celebrity) he can´t help but be caught up in his old insecurities. It makes him want to hide away more than anything but he won´t let himself do that. He knows that you´re meant to be his so he´s not going to ever give up on you
Azul enlists the help of the Leech twins who are more than eager to assist him, if only for their own amusement over the situation. They´ve been given the order to stay around you as much as possible when Azul isn´t able to, to help chase away anyone that might try to approach you. Them being around isn´t enough to stop all of them but their intimidating presence surely has some effect at least. They also tell him any kind of detail about you that they´ve found out about through their tailing.
He tries to get all the information he can about you, both to soothe his craving to know as much about you as he possibly can, but also to know how to entice you into signing a contract that will bind the two of you together forever. Once your fate is sealed, he won´t have to worry about any of the others ever taking you away from him
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Kalim Al-Asim
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Honestly speaking, Kalim would probably be the only one here not to notice how the other dorm leaders feel about you. He´s a very delusional yandere to begin with, not seeing anything wrong with how intensely he loves you. That´s just a sign of true love, right? Isn´t it just so great that he would do absolutely everything to ensure your “happiness” even if you didn´t ask for anything?
He just goes about courting you like he usually would: showering you with many very expensive but unwanted gifts and clinging to you for as long as he can. It´s just him showing his affection for you so he doesn´t see any reason as to why you might want to reject any of his presents. Do you really have the heart to disappoint someone as nice and sweet as Kalim? Do you want to make him cry? Please just accept whatever invitation he throws your way before things get too difficult
Jamil would likely feel obligated to help Kalim out because he simply can´t handle the other moping around and sobbing all day whenever you express displeasure at staying over for too long or you react negatively to the 5th elephant parade this week. Jamil probably understands why you would feel overwhelmed with all of Kalim´s grandiose shows of affection but he really can´t be bothered to deal with his miserable self for even a second longer. He also fears that his family might be in trouble if it came out that he didn´t help Kalim when it came to winning over his “one true love” so sorry, but he´ll need to prioritize his family´s safety over yours
Unlike Kalim, Jamil would very quickly realize what kind of competition they´re dealing with and would thus function as a sort of enabler for Kalim´s overbearingly clingy tendencies. He knows they need to act quickly before anyone else gets the chance
Wouldn´t it be a good idea for Kalim to introduce you to his parents already as his lover so you can get a wedding prepared for as soon as possible? Kalim would of course jump at the chance and try to seal the deal as soon as possible. He doesn´t see any reason to wait when you both love each other so much!
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Vil Schoenheit
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Just absolutely unbelievable. Do these potatoes really think they have a chance against him? No one is as beautiful, elegant and skilled as Vil Schoenheit and thus no one is more suited to be with you than him. The moment he had first laid eyes upon you he had decided that you were perfect in every way, inside and out. Vil is usually very strict when it comes to both himself and others but for some unexplainable reason, he felt this pull towards you from the very beginning. Even if logically speaking there is no person without any flaws, he is more than willing to overlook any of yours
You have managed to capture his heart and so you must take responsibility for that by letting him win over yours in return. He´s always made an effort to look the best he can but now he´s spending even more time every day, to improve himself even more, if that is even possible, to draw your attention and impress you. Maybe if he appeals to your preferences you will finally spare him a glance and bless him with your presence
He works so hard every day, which only drives him to be angrier when Rook tells him that he isn´t the only one that has laid their eyes on you. He huffs and shakes his head in dismay with a joyless smile on his face, already contemplating how he is going to deal with this
Vil is an actor so he´s more than capable of acting out whatever kind of person appeals to you the most. If he feels like you might be showing some sort of interest in one of his rivals then he might start to copy some of their mannerisms to hopefully draw your eye again. You only need to look at him, dear! Vil is the most deserving of your love out of all of them. No one else but him could hope to ever come close to your level of perfection, he is the only one that is suited to be with you
If he feels like he needs to ( he feels you slipping away), Vil is also willing to poison his rivals, as we´ve seen with Neige in the main story. He loves you too much to let anyone else have so he´s going to make sure he´s the only one remaining once the curtain falls
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Idia Shroud
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Idia probably starts noticing that he has some competition when he keeps seeing the other dorm leaders approach you as he is watching you through one of the many cameras he had installed all throughout NRC and your room to be able to look at you at every time of day without leaving the comfort of his room. He might have been able to look past it if it had only been a one-time thing but with the frequency of how often they´ve been seeking you out lately, he knows that something is up
And boy oh boy, Idia is not happy at all when he puts 2 and 2 together. He honestly feels like breaking his pc out of frustration when he sees the others attempt to flirt with you while he can´t even stand face-to-face with you. Idia is cursing his own social ineptitude more than ever before as he has no choice but to curse and grumble as he sees everything unfold in front of him
Idia already thought that he had no chance with you, I mean who would be interested in a weird shut-in like him? It´s the very reason why he had settled for just watching your daily life through all of these cameras instead of trying to strike up a conversation with you. The very thought of standing so close to you already makes him shiver with both excitement and fear
But that doesn´t mean at all that he would let anyone else date you. That´s not how this is going to go! He knows that they´re probably better picks for a boyfriend than he is but he hates the very thought of you being with someone else. Maybe it´s time to jump over his shadow and finally take action
So he decides to start mission “Send out Ortho to lure them into my room and then I´ll never let them leave again”. It definitely isn´t a fool-proof plan but Idia doesn´t want to simply stand by anymore if it means you might be taken from him. He´s sure Ortho is friendly enough to be able to pull it off and then it wouldn´t even matter if you found him disgusting, as long as he kept the electronic locks on his doors shut tight, you wouldn´t be able to leave him any more
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Malleus Draconia
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Malleus isn´t well-versed in the act of human courting but he´s intelligent enough to pick up on the way his fellow dorm leaders look at you. They look at you the same way he does: lovesick and full of desire to become your significant other. And this just isn´t something Malleus would stand for. As a draconic fae, he´s just as possessive with his darling as were the dragons that would hide away their treasures from the rest of the world. Once he has his eyes on you, he´s not going to let up until you´re completely his for all of eternity
He never thought he would find the one that was destined to be with him at this very school but it nevertheless happened. You were the first person not to fear him and to genuinely call him a friend, something that filled Malleus with happiness like nothing before. Nowadays he feels a bitter feeling pool up inside of him whenever you call him a mere friend, but the original point still stands. You were the first person that treated him as a regular fellow student and because of that he quickly grew attached to you, his own very special human
So he´s very angry ,to say the least when he figures out that he isn´t the only one laying claim to your heart. He´s so enraged in fact, that he needs to be held back by the rest of Diasomnia or he would have ended up just killing all of his rivals with the help of his powerful magic. Malleus truly knows no mercy when it comes to having you all for himself. He won´t let any of them look at you for even a second longer.
If he isn´t allowed to just get rid of everyone else because it might start a major conflict between all of their nations, he simply has to take you away from Night Raven College to somewhere only he has access to. If he were to lock you into a high tower, far away from any kind of civilization, then no one else would be able to speak to you ever again. It would only be you and Malleus. Isn´t that just wonderful?
Of course Malleus is going to make sure to visit you as often as he can so please don´t look so sad, alright? You don´t need any of your so-called “friends” anymore, you have him now! He´s not going to let anyone interfere with your relationship ever again
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I feel like looking at the 500 followers event Idia would bring back ptsd from ghost marriage event...
So, anyway! May I request In a self aware au reader asking Idia out for a dance, because they're low key anxious that he'll be stolen again (that little mf didn't show up after the 100th pull for me T-T)?
Thanks ahead!
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That is so harsh when you miss out on the event SSR at the 100th pull!  It’s not yet happened to me, but I’ve been taken to 100 a few times. (Lilia twice!  That scamp!)  I’m just glad EN is getting the 200 pull guarantee before Glorious Masquerade!
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The most interesting thing about this goodwill dance business was meeting students from other campuses.  You hadn’t felt that way in the beginning but, as they spent more time at NRC, you’d gotten used to seeing them around.  Once their bizarre attention toward you cooled off, you found it refreshing to interact with new people, especially the girls from Fair Maiden Academy.  There were just things you could talk about to girls that you’d never dare bring up to the guys.
“Ooh, you know what might be fun?” you begin saying to your new friends from FMA, “We could go over the courtyard at Pomefiore.  They have this well there that is perfect for shouting wishes into!”  Your friend Ace would have laughed right in your face had you said something sappy like that to him but the girls of FMA were another story.  “Really?  Oh my!  That does sound fun!” one of the girls exclaimed.  “I just love making wishes,” sighed another girl in a dreamy tone.  So, you accompanied the gaggle of girls to the wishing well to deliver your wishes to.
When you arrived, one particularly silly girl asked if you intended to make a wish.  “Oh, I don’t know…” you trailed off.  The girls gathered around and insisted that you were the only one who could properly demonstrate how to use the wishing well.  “Oh please, Prefect,” crooned the silly girl, “I think it would be so educational for us to see how YOU deliver your wish.”  Oh, you’d forgotten how intensely interested people were in you, what you thought and what you did.  “Ah, I guess so,” you awkwardly replied with a hand on your head.  So, you approached the well and made whatever nonsense wish came to mind, “I wish Grim would remember to brush his teeth after eating stinky foods.” 
It was a foolish wish, but all your new friends nodded and said what a wise and useful wish it was.  “Oh,” said the silly girl, “I wish I could make such a sensible wish, but I know I’ll just end up spoiling mine on frivolous things like True Love!”  You shake your head with an exasperated smile, “There is nothing wrong with True Love.  In fact, I think that is a perfectly nice wish.”  You yourself had enjoyed a daydream or two since you’d arrived in TWST.  How could you not when it was inhabited by boys handsome enough to be characters in a game.  There were times when you felt like getting closer to one or another, but you always held it in.  After all, you were a player of a game, and they were game characters; the whole thing was just strange.  That didn’t stop you from enjoying a look now and again.
Emboldened by your support, the silly girl went up to the well and made her wish for true love.  “I wish, for the one I love, to find me today.”  You smiled kindly at the girl and gestured for her to step back only… “And!  And!  …I want him to be at least 180 cm tall with an air of nonchalance!  Ohh, oh!  And healthy and lustrous skin, you know?  He’d look at me with those lidded eyes and give a charming smile.  I’d be mesmerized by his bright and shimmering hair before being captivated by his lips, so arresting that you just have to kiss them!  From head to toe, the Perfect Prince!”  Then she backs away from the well, holds both hands to her chest and makes a screaming sound you could only label as a squeal.  It was rather shocking.
“Ooookay,” you trail off with a wide-eyed stare.  That was a little much for you but no one else seemed particularly bothered by it.  The other girls took their turn whispering their wishes into the well and hearing their dearest dreams echo back to them.  You smiled at each of them as they wished but truly you were distracted.  Something about this whole thing was itching at the back of your mind.  It felt like you were overlooking something important.  It was an unsettling feeling that caused you to beg off on your friends when the wishing was done.  You left to walk home alone and think about what you had missed.
You arrived back home at Ramshackle dorm and entered the foyer.  You shrugged off your jacket and took off your shoes.  When you pass into the living room, a voice greets you from above.  “Hi guys,” you smile up at the floating inhabitants of the dorm.  You plopped down on the sofa and spaced out.  Something about this felt familiar.  You, Ramshackle, ghosts…YOU, RAMSHACKLE AND GHOSTS!  How could you have forgotten the Ghost Bride?  She burst onto campus and declared Idia of all people was her perfect prince.  She had a long list of ridiculous requirements he supposedly met, and those requirements reminded you unsettlingly of the wish your silly friend from FMA had made. 
It was just a coincidence, right?  That couldn’t happen again, could it?  You pictured Idia at the dance being cornered by a crazed extroverted girl shouting and squealing about her perfect prince.  It was an unsettling idea.  Idia would freak out and his hair would go crazy; everyone would stare, and it would only get worse.  What sort of impression of NRC would that leave?  Plus, you’d hate to admit it, but you were sort of fond of the shy dorm leader of Ignihyde.  Fine, you would just have to play the knight and rescue this unusual ‘damsel in distress.’ 
Your plan was simple, you’d find Idia and keep him away from the girls of FMA.  It shouldn’t be hard with the way Idia would avoid crowds.  Maybe he wouldn’t even be here tonight, you think as you scan over the ballroom venue.  The gardens were lovely and the magically created dance floor the Third-Years made was glowing in the moonlight.  But that wasn’t the only thing glowing.  There was a blue glow coming from a distant alcove and it appeared you weren’t the only one who’d noticed.  “Wow, your hair is so bright,” the silly girl from FMA said moving deeper into an alcove hidden from your view.  “I insist on a dance!” you shout as you run over, pushing past the FMA girl.  When you round the corner though, you are stopped in your tracks as you see Ortho floating in the alcove.  “Oh,” you stammer lamely, “I thought you were Idia.” 
Ortho looks at you happily and exclaims, “You were looking for my brother, Prefect?  He’ll be so happy!  He is quite the fan!”  The confused FMA academy girl just looks on with a little smile, “What now?”  You laugh and wave your hand in front of your face, “Ah, it was just a misunderstanding.”  The girl smiles and gestures to Ortho, “I found my prince!  He’s a little young but I’ve waited this long!”  Then with a smile she turns back to Ortho and swings him around in a simple dance step.  You embarrassingly hurry away but by the time you reach the end of the alcove, a voice reaches you, “He is in his room, Prefect.  He couldn’t make himself come.  I think he’d like it if you’d visit him though.  He was looking forward to seeing you in your formal wear.  He said he had to get a glimpse of a rare event costume if it was the last thing he did.”
You left the alcove and smiled politely at those watching you exit with interest.  Everyone seemed to want a piece of your attention tonight.  The disappointed looks when you turned down a dance or offer of a drink tugged on your conscience, but you really didn’t feel like risking some event trigger in the middle of this huge dance.  The last thing you need is to start some random isekai event like ‘I met the crown prince at the party’ or whatever.  Avoiding everyone was causing you such stress though, that you suddenly realized that you’d rather just leave early.  So, you quietly back around a corner and slide through a door into a classroom hallway.  Once out of view, you took off running toward main street and away from the trials of Crowley’s party.  At the end of Main Street, you passed the mirror chamber.  Here you hesitate, inside was a path that would take you to Ignihyde, if you choose.  You had no obligation to go, and you were tired, yet you still found your gaze locked on the doorway.  You laugh to yourself, ‘Well, here it is, the time to make a route decision, after all.’
You knocked on the door but there was no answer.  Of course, there wasn’t an answer. This was Idia, he wasn’t about to answer the door.  You tried the knob and surprisingly the door opened.  Inside, Idia was playing a dancing rhythm game with a set of headphones on.  He was so focused on the game that you were able to take several steps inside the room before he noticed you.  When he did, he quickly flung off the headphones and seemed to cower in on himself, “Ahhhk!”  You look at him curiously, waiting for him to ask why you were there or order you to leave his room, but he doesn’t say anything.  Finally, you tilt your head towards the screen, “I love this game.  May I have the next dance?”  He still did not speak but the expression he makes causes you to think, ‘That silly FMA girl was right, he does have a charming smile.’
Idia felt like he’d passed the night in a dream.  He hadn’t needed to attend that awful extrovert torture they called a dance and he’d gotten to see the rare Player Formalwear in person.  Not only that but he’d had a dance (several even!) with the Player.  He felt like this dream would end come morning, so he had to make the most of this magical night.  “Th.there is another game I like.  We..we could play it…IF YOU WANT!”  You looked at him encouragingly, “Sure, what sort of game is it?”  He feels a wave of euphoria wash over him that you hadn’t immediately rejected him, “Oh, it’s a great game made for two.  You can be my Player 2, if that’s ok.”  The sweet smile you gave him when you accepted was all he needed.  He’ll save the video feed of tonight and replay this voice clip on repeat tomorrow.  “Sure Idia, I’ll be your Player 2.”
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Happily ever after
What does Idia's hair feel like. Does it feel like fire? How does it not burn anything? I have many questions about Idia's hair, but none of them will ever be answered. How sad.
Not proofread sorry!!!!
Warning(s): yandere/stalker Idia, fem reader, stockholm syndrome, implied pregnancy (at the very end)
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You met a guy online recently. He calls himself Gloomy Samurai, he's cool and all, but he can be very unintentionally creepy sometimes. But you assumed you were misunderstanding him. After all, it is hard to understand tone over the internet...
But you were wrong about him.
He knew a lot about you. A lot more than you thought he knew. He knew your address, your age, the colour of your hair and eyes, despite you not telling him any of that. Oh, but of course he never let you know he knew that... no, you'd think he was a creep! Your interest in him would drop to zero, he'd get the bad end!
That's why he can't let you know. He'll get your good end for sure. After all, dating is just like a game... and he is very good at games.
gloomy_samurai: where do you live btw gloomy_samurai: nothing specific obviously gloomy_samurai: just like a general area
(Y/N): That sounds like something a ☆stalker☆ would ask
gloomy_samurai: ah seven gloomy_samurai: you're right gloomy_samurai: r.i.p. me i guess gloomy_samurai: i'm not stalking you
(Y/N): Ye I know (Y/N): Just messing with u (Y/N): As for where I live (Y/N): Queendom of Roses
gloomy_samurai: really?! gloomy_samurai: no way!! i'm on a vacation there rn!
(Y/N): Woah really? (Y/N): What a coincidence
gloomy_samurai: yeah lol gloomy_samurai: i doubt we're anywhere near each other tho gloomy_samurai: but it'd be cool if we were gloomy_samurai: it'd be nice to meet you in person
(Y/N): Well, maybe we can! (Y/N): Where abouts are you at?
Idia couldn't believe what he was reading. You, wanted to meet up with him! In real life! Sure, he's seen pictures of you on your social medias, it's a completely different experience to see you irl!!
Sure, it means he'll have to, you know, go outside, but whatever! We all make sacrifices for love!
He continued making his plans with you, knowing that soon you two would take your relationship to the next level.
You walked into the coffee shop, hoping to get yourself a breakfast wrap and a doughnut.
You sat down at one of the booth seats, with your newly aquired and much-needed breakfast. It was a nice day. Your wrap tasted good. It was raining outside, but not enough to ruin everything.
But then, someone sat down across from you. He had two cups of coffee, he was wearing a hoodie, his eyes were yellow, and his lips a vibrant blue.
"Hi, (Y/N)~!" He said.
"Do I... know you...?" You asked him.
"Heehee! Of course you do, (Y/N)! But I guess I've never shown you myself... whoops." He shrugged. "Ba bababa baaaa~! It's Gloomy Samurai!" He imitated some kind of video game reveal sound.
"Wait, really?!" You asked. "Wow, you're... different than I expected. N-not a bad different, obviously!"
"It's fine, it's fine, but uh... p-people are... staring at us..." He said, nervously looking around. "Oh seven, I-I shouldn't've done that stupid reveal sound...! Why did I think a bunch of normies wouldn't think that was weird? Dammit!"
"Just act natural, things'll be fine." You assured him.
"A-a-alright, i-if you insist..."
"So what's your name?" You aksed.
"Huh-?"
"I mean, I only know your username, and that's a bit strange to say out in public... y'know, just casually referring to you as Gloomy Samurai might raise some eyebrows." You mentioned. "People might think that's a bit... weird."
"Oh, yeah, I guess... uh, my name's... I-Idia." He said, looking away from you. "And I already know your name, since you use it as your username, which you should change by the way. Anyone could find out who you are with that. Rookie mistake."
"Yeah, I've been meaning to change it..."
"So you live here, huh? Maybe you could, uh... s-show me around, or something?" Idia blushed. His hair was mostly hidden in the hoodie he was wearing, but the bits you could see, you noticed the tips turn pink.
"Oh, sure! That sounds fun! A nice walk in the rain together while I show you around my hometown..."
He didn't need you to do that. He's been keeping track of you for a while. He knows everything about your hometown. But of course... he has to pretend that isn't true.
He's always thought your name was so cute. It would go so well with his last name... (Y/N) Shroud... how fitting! How adorable! He's thought of that more than a few times... the two of you getting married, having two children, having a cute little kitten, living a perfect happily ever after... yes, he's thought about it so much.
You had no idea he thought that, however. Idia was good at hiding it.
You had no idea that when Idia's 'vacation' was over, you would be returning home with him.
Idia was delighted. His life turned out exactly as he'd predicted!
The two of you have a five-year-old daughter, and a baby on the way. You also have an adorable little kitten!
Idia entered your room, closing the door behind him.
"I, uh... I-I got you dinner, darling...!"
You were chained to the bed, tears stained your face.
But the strange thing is...
Every passing day, you feel like you're beginning to actually fall in love with Idia.
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Hello! If it’s okay, could I request some headcanons for a yandere Idia?
Sure sweetheart! Hope you like this one!
(I have to admit, it took me awhile to write something that satisfied me. Idia is surprisingly hard to write, perhaps it's just me-)
Warnings!: Forced isolation, unhealthy obsessive beheavior, stalking, abduction, spoilers for chapter 6 , Idia being a creep
Yandere Idia Shroud Headcanons
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•Idia is a stalkerish yandere.
•And he would most likely stalk you through his multiple cameras around campus, not mentioning the ones he installed in your dorm without you knowing.
•At first, i doubt he would approach you personally, or at all really-
•He contented himself with simply watching you through his cameras, smiling to himself as he watched you eat or simply walk down the halls, as if you were his favorite character from a anime. Simply too entertained to even blink for a second, not wanting to miss a single sway of your hips.
•But soon enough just watching wasn't enough, and that would be when Idia began to tell Ortho to approach you. It started simple enough, just small greetings and waves.
•But soon enough this encounters would grow.
•Ortho would seek you out to chat more and more throughout the weeks, asking things about yourself, mentioning little facts about his older brother, and how he was soo lonely...
•After awhile you and Ortho were practically friends, and he invited you to meet his brother in his room.
•It was supposed to be just a hangout, just a little thing so Ortho could introduce you to his beloved older brother who he talked so much about.
•He was very shy, and didn't really keep eye contact but he was also oddly welcoming for someone you heard being a rude shut in.
•You guys played lots of games on his computer, taking turns whenever the other died. It was such a fun evening!
•Although he seemed very nervous... sweating even.
•Idia was even kind enough to offer you snacks! What a sweetheart he truly was...
•He told you they were "pomegranates seeds", and they were surprisingly nice to the tongue too!...
•He insisted on you eating them. Staring intensely at you as you ate. Scratching his skin anxiously.
•After you were done, he was quick to knock you out.
•A strong hit to the back of your head was enough.
•Look- Idia was having fun, he truly was! But he simply couldn't let you leave now, after all... you did eat the seeds didn't you? That meant you belonged to him for the time period!
•He counted each you popped in your mouth
•seven, you ate seven in total.
•How ironic, don't you think? It was such a reference to hades very own tale...
•A sign that you two were meant for eachother maybe? You guys must be the great seven's OTP!
•Although he wished you ate more... but no problem, he would make you eat more later on.
•Idia didn't waste a second to take you to The Island of Woe, specifically to his parents organization, the S.T.Y.X.
•But don't worry, he won't do the same he did to his fellow housewardens. After all, he has no reason to experiment on you!
•Idia will lock you in a empty room with only a bed and the twisted wonderland equivalent of monopoly so you won't bore yourself to death(he would have preferred to leave you a computer installed with his favorite games, but he simply couldn't risk you searching for help through the internet, did he?)
•He'll make sure to visit you whenever he can, although he is still quite... shy???
•Nobody but Idia was permitted to enter your room, it's been awhile since you heard a voice who didn't belong to you or Idia.
•He won't exactly approach you, simply stand at your door, watching you. Sometimes he will try to interact with you, if feeling daring—even touch you.
•But the moment you scream at him, he will go away. As if somehow afraid of you backlashing against him?? For someone that kidnapped you, he certainly acted like the unfortunate victim.
•Whenever he would stand at your door, he wouldn't speak a word.
•Simply watching you through heavy breaths, sweating hands gripping his own clothes tightly.
•It was... very creepy.
•Idia still watches you through the cameras he installed in your room, and althought he much prefered to spend time with you in person, to... well, touch you, hug you, cuddle you—he didn't want you to scream at him.
•But it's okay... you may hate him now, but you're going to come around eventually. One day you'll love him just as much as he loves you, it's a matter of time.
•You couldn't escape him anyway...
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hello! I'd like to participate in your event and check in at this lovely hotel of yours! could I ask for a flower bouquet from Idia? I would like some lemon squares and perhaps sugar stars (teratophilia/monster of your choice or werewolf whichever is easier!) if the latter is off the menu then just the lemon squares is fine. Thank you for hosting this event!
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yandere!idia shroud x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, teratophilia, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, implied stalking note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]
Beyond limestone pillars twined with verdant strands of ivy, past orange groves in full bloom, and situated in the center of a marble platform raised ever so slightly, the culmination of humanity—a perfect, precious mortal of flesh and blood—sits in slivers of sunlight and brings brush to canvas. It is not the artistic ability that has left such a hellish, frightful creature so wonderfully enthralled but, rather, the nature in which you resign yourself to the arts, blinded by a celestial cloth, enveloped in the natural temperatures that surround you. Your hand is led by sensitive intuition, acutely aware of the colors that stain a weathered palette, and you grant life to marvelous mirages.
It is that same tender, loving hand that shall slay him, should he step beyond his bounds and interfere with the era of human creation. The world, as it has now become, is dictated by categories so studiously documented on stone tablets and spoken freely in the streets and on hilltops by philosophers excelling in all subjects. And within these groupings the gorgon is feared as the fiend and the human, most often, is celebrated as the courageous hero. Idia is neither fiend, nor hero, but for the sake of human comprehension he must be viewed as the former.
Humans are cyclical creatures, bound by schedules and the times brought on by night and day. Despite the routines they subject themselves to, whether out of necessity or for the sake of comfortable pleasure, humans continue to fascinate. Idia was never partial to them, and yet whenever he admires you his opinion regarding humankind brightens just like the far-off horizons you often portray. And every other day when the sun is at its lowest, just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting everything in creamy yellow-orange hues, you stand at your makeshift easel and paint the world as you hear it, smell it, taste it, feel it.
Idia is content to watch from afar, studying you as though you are the most abstract art he has even beheld. Most days, he’s grateful for the cloth that keeps your sense of sight contained, for if you were to look upon his ghastly countenance you would most certainly harden into an artifact lost to time.
And yet it is the allure of the unobtainable that pulls him to your person.
You feel the disturbance before you hear it. He’s standing near you; you're sure of it, and for a moment you halt your activity, head tilted skywards so that you may listen to the one who looms behind you. With a gentle breeze combing through the greenery and the sounds of various animals filling the silence, the atmosphere is rather tranquil. It’s broken by the fast-paced thrumming of Idia’s heart and his nervous, labored breaths. 
Interactions with humans—especially with his most beloved—are petrifying. But he persists in his endeavors, rooting himself to his spot, unwilling to retreat when he’s managed to accomplish this much. His hands hover above your bare shoulders, and for a second he wonders whether delicate, human hands would fit in clawed, monstrous hands. He’s far surpassed the point of no return and so, with shaking arms, he lowers his hands onto your shoulders.
You don’t flinch, but you do turn your head towards him and by some frantic instinct his eyes and the eyes of a dozen snakes squeeze shut. It is not you who will turn him to stone—this he knows well—but it’s the dread that you might remove your blindfold and bear witness to such a grotesque visage that has him shrinking away. 
“May I be of help?” you ask, and your voice wavers in a way that tells of uncertainty, of candlelight struggling to survive as it’s slowly snuffed, of worries laced with underlying curiosity. “Your hands are very…cold.”
Of course they are. He’s always cold. So cold. So lonely. What he’d do to warm himself in your embrace, to curl into your anatomy and feel that warmth between every sugared smooch, to tear the chiton from your figure and place frigid palms upon a perfect, pretty canvas. 
“S-Sorry… Sorry,” he whispers, cursing himself for his inability to speak syllables without a stutter or a hiss. “I… You… I… U-Um, I…”
With this proximity, he can smell the flowery fragrance that envelops your person. Even your canvas is decorated in shapes reminiscent of the most beautiful blossoms. Experimentally, he squeezes your shoulders, claws just barely raking over skin, and you flinch away. 
“W-Wait! I just want…” He swallows his apprehensions when one of the many snakes wriggling atop his head nudges him encouragingly. Another one lowers to your cheek, prodding you with its smooth head. You try to take a step back, but the tiny reptile hisses a low warning and you go obediently still. “I just want…t-to stay like this…a little longer…”
Please.
It’s wrong and many levels of forbidden, but the contact is everything he’s ever dreamed of. You’re a sanctuary—a beauty not meant for a monster—and if he could just show you that he could be your haven, in spite of snakes and scales, you might come to accept him. An impossible fiction, perhaps, but even so it’s all he’s desired.
With anxiety-riddled submission, you remain rooted to the marble platform. Idia’s grown daring now, a hand snaking along the length of your arm to entwine his thin, spidery digits with yours. Your breath hitches; he’d like to taste your heartbeat, feel it between pointed fangs, and savor your every sigh.
Carnal instinct leads him in a one-sided waltz. He presses himself against you, caging you between his arms and the easel, and ruts his hips slowly, awkwardly. He’s every bit as inexperienced in this as he is with the intimate intricacies of human affection, but then it’s the friction and the sound of your quiet, quickening breaths that has him hardening against the fabric of his own chiton. His presses kisses into your neck, stamps each one onto you like a special marking, until you’re shuddering in his arms. Tears dampen the cloth wound tight around your eyes, tracking down your cheeks in fat, salty drops.
“D-Don’t cry! Um… I… Ah…” Gingerly, he brings a finger to your face to swipe the tears away. Another snake nuzzles your arm, and another presses its head to your lips, a forked tongue flicking out to smell the potent scent of fear clinging to you. You whimper, and it’s equal parts heartbreaking and enticing. “It… It’ll be okay.”
It’s a promise. 
Trembling hands take hold of the fabric of your chiton, lifting it to reveal your rear. He’s thought of this moment for ages—though for a human ages could only mean a decade. It feels as if Idia’s fallen at your feet for worship ever since he opened his eyes on the world. 
“I… I’ve always thought about you—about this.” He places his palm upon the small of your back and observes how your spine straightens in alarm. “I think you’re…” His voice lowers anxiously. “R-Really nice…to look at.”
Your mouth opens and shuts, only to open once more when you gasp. His cock curves up between your ass, and he grinds against you with more determination this time, fueled with newfound confidence. Two fingers prod at your mouth and you deny him with a dismayed whine, but then there’s a cacophony of hisses coming from the many snakes on his head and you part your lips slowly. The digits slip inside, and you suck on them weakly, your cries coming in muffled hiccups. 
Idia exhales a giddy, breathless giggle. “Cute… Really cute…” Fondly, he strokes your cheek with his thumb.
If only he could brand this experience into the forefront of his mind forever…
Unless there’s a next time, and there will always be a next time. 
A forked tongue traces along the shell of your ear. He’s smiling a wide, toothy grin as he rolls his hips, searching for that fabled seventh heaven. And perhaps it's a delusion, but he thinks you’re matching his movements now.
Delusion or not, he’ll carve it into his very existence until he’s a sculpture chiseled whole.
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twisted-whispers · 2 years
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Yandere!Idia Shroud Headcanons #1
Yandere!Idia becoming self aware in the game and causing your phone to glitch so it only shows him on the home screen no matter whose card you select.
Yandere!Idia giving you a spicier ending to his PE Uniform Vignette - you were told this wasn't an otome game but his skin exposure, blushing, and red-flamed hair are stirring doubtful butterflies inside of you.
Yandere!Idia feeling the Yandere_virus.exe take hold - considering his obsession it doesn't have to tip him too far off the edge, he's actually thankful for the *burst* of motivation.
Yandere!Idia getting isekai'd to your world during a "potions mishap" before pulling you with him through the portal to NRC regardless of your opinion or thoughts on the matter.
Yandere!Idia who tries to impress you through his magic and intellect and becomes a bumbling idiot when his efforts actually work.
Yandere!Idia whose one braincell is permanently occupied thinking about you and how much he loves you - your smell, your smile, everything.
Yandere!Idia who cuts your string of fate in your world so you have to stay with him, since you're technically dead on *your* side now.
Yandere!Idia bribing the headmaster to keep you in Ignihyde. No one knows about you besides him and his brother so it's no big deal for you to wear this collar, right? J-just to make sure you don't get lost!
Yandere!Idia installing security cameras in his room so he can watch you while he attends those annoying "mandatory" dorm meetings. He even put one in the bathroom...
Yandere!Idia who acts like a completely infatuated dork around you but the moment anyone so much as lays eyes on you, he's already concocting the best way to torture them with the darkest of expressions.
Yandere!Idia absolutely massacring a fellow dorm member who finds out about you - *no one* besides him is worthy of looking at you.
Yandere!Idia who consoles and hugs you when you find that stupid NPC who offered their assistance to get you back to your world, dead, mutilated, and gory. You don't notice the flecks of blood on his coat nor do you realize how close Idia's nose is to the crook of your neck with an expression of absolute ecstasy adorning his features.
Yandere!Idia who would murder a fellow dorm member and accidently get blood on you during the altercation, only to use it as an excuse to strip and clean you whether you want to or not.
Yandere!Idia getting annoyed and very serious when you're not immediately thanking him for saving you from that scum. It's *fine* but he's going to make you sit on his lap during raid later tonight and feed him.
Yandere!Idia custom making sex toys to use on you and filming your intimate reaction for his stash later.
Yandere!Idia who is completely at your whim but doesn't want you to know it.
Yandere!Idia almost dying from pure joy when you touch his hair and play with it, he'd almost think he had a heart condition if he hasn't just been checked out by the family doctor.
Yandere!Idia using STYX and his endless supply of money to hook you onto drugs so that you rely on and associate him with any good feeling.
Yandere!Idia implanting you with a chip to "monitor your vitals" - *please stop struggling, it took him so long to get you into these restraints* - only for it to administer small shocks if you make him upset. He hasn't used it but he really likes the thought of marking you with his work and seeing your pulse jump when he touches you.
Yandere!Idia becoming increasingly confident, cocky and aggressive the more he wears you down, grabbing you and clinging even more now that he doesn't need to pretend.
Yandere!Idia gripping your wrist way too tight when you wouldn't let him feed you ice cream. He was so pleased when you got the message after the second bruise, he doesn't like repeating himself.
Yandere!Idia who cries and sobs when you don't do what he wants. If that route doesn't work, don't worry - he has a couple alternates he can try, although you might not like them.
Yandere!Idia leaving bite marks everywhere, especially on your neck. You complimented his teeth once and he'll never forget how he felt like he was going to faint when you praised him.
Yandere!Idia's mood changing on a dime between the cowardly mask he wears for everyone else in public while you're rewarded with his true dark, suffocating, and possessive personality once alone.
Yandere!Idia locking you away deep within STYX because finals are soon and *he actually needs to focus*. H-he really loves you but he just needs some time to focus, okay!! He'll make it up to you right after! You're safer here anyways!
Yandere!Idia overpowering you through sheer strength and pinning you down on his bed to force feed you aphrodisiac-laced pomegranates before drugging himself.
Yandere!Idia who really loves overpowering and sitting ontop of you, caging you in literally becoming drunk on love.
Yandere!Idia looking down at you on his bed - pinned beneath him -and breathlessly realizing he's absolutely *obsessed*, that he hasn't touched his favorite mobile game in weeks - and that he doesn't care.
Yandere!Idia who actually goes to class and gets top marks *just* so he can graduate sooner and therefore whisk you back home as soon as possible.
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Soul mate au with yandere Idia?
Yandere Idia Shroud
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Idia is comparing himself to others.
And this would be one of the biggest reasons why he hated himself so much.
He was just a weird Otaku who didn't even have a soul mate.
With time, Idia got used to it.
However, he wouldn't have time for a soulmate.
He had Ortho and video games.
At least that's what he wanted to think.
But still Idia was happy when one day a red thread appeared around his finger.
.
Idia met you by chance.
It was one of the few times when he decided to leave his room.
In that moment, Idia literally crashes into you.
At the same time, he notices that your red thread is connected to his.
Idia would blush really badly.
He would probably run away quickly.
Or behind the nearest corner.
He would be watching you from behind it.
With very big smiley on his face.
.
Idia would be a stalker.
A really big stalker.
At first, he doesn't dare to contact you.
He doesn't want to mess things up.
Instead, he calmly figures out things that his soulmate likes.
Idia would also take a lot of pictures of you.
He thinks you're beautiful/handsome.
Idia will soon learn your daily rhythm.
He knows everything about you.
As a "proper soulmate" should.
He also knows that you want to return to your own world.
That thing really hurts him.
Idia doesn't want you to leave him.
At first, Idia would try to get to know you via the Internet.
If that doesn't work, kidnapping is the thing.
Actually, it's not kidnapping.
Instead, he tricks you into eating apple seeds.
You know?
(In Greek mythology, Hades tricks his beloved into eating pomegranate seeds. The pomegranate was enchanted and because the lover ate the seeds, she cannot leave Hades and the underworld. One seed equals one month. )
Now you really can't leave him.
Idia is ok with the fact that you don't love him.
You must be just a tsundere.
Idia is sure that as time goes by you will start to love him.
You have to.
After all, you are his soulmate.
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Yan!Twst cast (can be with Riddle, Octo-trio [can either be separate or together], Vil, Malleus, Ilda, Silver, and whoever else) with a Ponyo-like!reader? Like reader was from the sea but escaped when she met a human that she fell in love with/started to care for. She’s still learning how to be human and getting used to human-customs. Very fascinated with the magic on land (because she grew up witnessing magic from her parents and herself having magic before). I mean, she didn’t know that humans can fly!onabroom
Bonus points for Ham stealing and if the human that reader fell in love with was Yuuken/Yuuka lol
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Ponyo Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland
You’ve forfeited your magic and tail for the one you’ve fallen in love with which happens to be the new prefect of Ramshackle. Too bad you’re admirers could care less about that instead all it does is put an invisible target over your dearest’s head:
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Riddle Rosehearts
Doesn’t immediately plan to murder your love
But he doesn’t treat them well either
Always punishing them and their friends when they break his rules
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Azul Ashengrotto
No doubt tries to make you sign a contract
Besides isn’t it sweet that you’re both discovering this land together
Just behave and don’t let you’re ex+lover get in his way of making you his
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Jade Leech
Takes complete advantage of your learning curve
And absolutely tortures your lover
All with a smile on his face
But don’t worry he’s smiling because he likes you
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Floyd Leech
Goes after your lover with extreme prejudice
His little fishie is so cute 
He can just say the shrimpy’s gone to sleep for awhile
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Vil Shoenheit
You’re so unlearned poison isn’t even on your radar
Which gives him free range to artificially change your heart
And ending the deadweight’s life too while he’s at it
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Malleus Draconia 
You’re so precious but he’s the best there is for you
And it certainly won’t be nothing he can’t explain to you
And who cares for humanity anyway
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Idia Shroud
What a noob, you don’t even know how much of a target you put on their head
And it wouldn’t be much of a problem for him if they just let him have you
It doesn’t have to end badly but he’s trying to get that clean slate
Silver
Does that mean you really won’t fall in love with him
If they’re still around 
His father says he should end them before that’s the case
And he’s sure you’ll be willing to listen after a nap or two
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kikyan · 1 year
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Yandere Ignihyde Headcanons
TW: Dark content up ahead!! Yandere headcanons means yandere content y’all! Mentions of abuse and violent acts either towards the reader or the character!! Mental instability, gaslighting, manipulation, obsession, stalking, possessiveness etc. (I don’t think I’m missing anything but as always, please let me know if I miss anything!!) This is your TW please proceed with caution!! 
DISCLAIMER: These are my interpretations of his/her/their persona and none of these is 100% accurate. I don't condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional and should be taken as such! Underage characters will ONLY  be given SFW headcanons, please respect this decision!
As always, the lovely banner was made by @herestrish​ and they worked hard on it, so please don’t steal (or I’ll send Ortho to air strike you)
Also, while Ortho does have some headcanons they’re NOT romantic but rather platonic and how he helps Idia get with his S/O! I REPEAT NOT ROMANTIC THE MINOR IS SAFE! 
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Idia Shroud 
So some part of me wanted to wait until the end of book 6 so I could get a more accurate picture of his personality but because book 6 won’t be fully out till the end of March (even though I finished the book through a YouTube translation. . .) and Book 7 dropped the biggest fucking cliffhanger of them all, it’s my mission to get Ingnihyde and Diasomnia completed asap. A good writer admits their faults and the previous sentence is long enough, don’t make your sentences that long. That being said, Idia’s traits include clinginess, possessiveness, stalking, overprotective, and obsessiveness. 
Unsure how to format them, but let’s get this out the way, even as a yandere he will have low self-esteem. In fact, I think it gets lower. He feels he’s unworthy of being in the same room as you, let alone breathe the same air. He would worship his darling but that’s a point for later. The biggest thing with Idia is how he approaches you or in this case, how he doesn’t. He’s stalking you all the way. If he ever goes out in public he’d follow close. He’s a bit clumsy at it so you may catch a couple of glimpses of him but he tries his hardest to make sure you don’t find him. That would be more embarrassing than it already is. Emphasizing his stalking and obsessiveness. His eyes will watch you like a hawk, taking in any information he can get. It doesn’t even have to be useful, he takes it all in. It could be what you have for lunch on Fridays but he’s already built a whole schedule surrounding that tiny piece of information. This hour you do this, when you get like this you do that, you listen to this playlist when you get upset, you study in intervals, etc. Like Rook, he’s not picky with the information, he just takes it all in. I think he would be the type to install cameras or hack into existing ones to keep an eye on you. 
This would help tie in his overprotectiveness. Would he outright come and save you? Probably. . .but he’d rather stay in the shadows. If you played the new years event while waiting in line I believe the line was rowdy causing someone to push Ortho and Idia defended him. Even going into battle and then his dorm backed him, it was so sweet. :)) Meaning when push comes to shove, he’s willing to shove back but this would be a last resort. Mind you, I think he prefers stalking you through cameras as opposed to in person. I think he would have a monitor just to keep track of you and may even have it as background noise. If you do something unexpected it would get him interested as he closely follows you through each camera. He’s honestly playing FNAF with you as he tracks you down. Maybe something unexpected happens and you’re getting stopped by some upperclassmen? He would see through the cameras and maybe ask Ortho to intervene, but if Ortho isn’t there I can see him setting up a live broadcast with the footage and possibly scaring them. Maybe you as well. If he is following in person and Ortho is nowhere to be seen, he’s the type to throw a rock in the other direction in hopes of drawing their attention. When they’re distracted, take that chance to run. Maybe, just maybe he’d run out to grab your hand and take you with him but until then, you’re going to have to learn how to pick up cues and signals. 
As I mentioned briefly, he prefers to be the savior in the night and stay in the shadows. He won’t bite off more than what he can chew but he’s down to play hero as a last resort. That being said, knowing where you are and what you’re doing at all times brings him comfort. Animes and series following the same plot devices sometimes gets repetitive and take the fun away, but it's different when it’s you. He can breathe easily and avoid heart attacks if he knows you don't stray off from the schedule he’s created. Despite never meeting/his lack of interaction/his low self-esteem, he’s quite possessive. He’s unworthy of breathing the same air and being close to you, but so are they. The world is a cruel place and anyone is out to get you. Why would you talk to them? Sure he gets maybe talking to someone from the main cast (breaking the fourth wall I think) but some side character? Someone who isn’t popular? You can’t be serious. He’s not that special, but surely he has more to offer no? His possessiveness stems from worry though, not a sense of keeping you his per-say. Literally, he’s the “nobody gets them but me”. Nobody gets you, they may think they do but they don’t. Idia does, sure he may not look like much but at least he’s not lying. Leading me to my second point, I think he would kidnap you. What? Kidnap?? Rest assured it’s not a conscious decision. He regrets it the minute he does it but he can’t exactly let you go now, can he? It’s going to be an awkward situation for sure. On the rope-chain-saw scale (mind you the scale is mostly used for how restricted/uptight they are) he’d be a rope. It’s awkward and he certainly doesn’t mean to keep you here, but he can’t let you go because who knows what you’d say? Likewise, you’re not a prisoner, and by no means does he intend to treat you like one. He doesn’t impose too many restrictions and if he does, it’s caused by his anxiety. He regrets kidnapping you but he can’t let you go in fear of being found out so he probably taped your mouth or has you bound with rope. 
He’s the type to anxiously state, “if I take the tape off promise not to scream?” When he does, if you do scream he’d probably put it right back. He’s anxious and goes about it the wrong way, but he doesn’t mean any harm. The end goal is for you to be able to roam freely in his room or maybe go back to NRC without saying anything. He wants a connection with you, imagine you choose to stay by his side, play games with him, maybe enjoy the same shows he does and get along. Corny (I don’t want to say player 2 because that’s so overused but it’s similar) but I think all he wants is someone to get along with him and understand him, you know? That’s assuming it goes well, of course, bringing me to his unique trait. Despite all, I think Idia wants your attention on him 25/8 to the point he doesn’t care what kind of attention it is. You could be in his room all day and be around him all day and he’s content. After he kidnaps you and you hate his guts, as long as you direct that hatred toward him he’s content. He doesn’t care if you insult him because that means your words are being thrown and directed AT HIM. If you get physical and start to punch and hit him, he doesn’t mind because it’s YOUR hands on him. I don’t want to say he’s a masochist but honestly? He might be as long as it’s you. Spew insults, degrade him, praise him, hug him, hit him, love him, hate him, wish for his downfall, or pray for his success. It doesn’t matter because as long as it’s FROM you, he’ll eat it up. 
I want to say as a danger, he’s maybe a 5/10. He’s smart and has a lot of available resources but he probably would never hurt you. Do I think if provoked he may say “damn it all to hell” and lash back? Maybe, maybe at some point, the power dynamic gets to him and he’s finally the boss(cue book 6 content) so he’s the one calling the shots. It takes a long while for that to occur so in the meantime you’re alright. Again, he can be a danger but I think above all he wants you guys to get along. 
Ortho Shroud 
BEFORE ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING THESE ARE PLATONIC!! ORTHO IS A WINGMAN!! Sorry, I need to say that before people come for me. Promise, Ortho is a wingman for y’all relationship. Seeing as how I don’t have traits for him the formatting will be a bit off, but nonetheless, here we go! 
Ortho is over the moon that Idia likes someone! Ortho is someone who wants Idia to be happy and succeed in life. I think in book 6 (granted spoilers but I’m not caught up to the English server) when the kidnapped students and Idia, along with Ortho are on lockdown they play games. Idia talks about a game he really enjoys but explains how it’s not going to have a sequel. Vil offers that Idia can get the creators to continue the series or if anything, Idia can do it himself. While Idia expresses that it’s impossible, Vil comments how if you don’t try then the chances are always going to be 0%. If you try though, even if it’s 0.001%, it has the possibility of being 100%. All Ortho wants, if for Idia to live his life to the fullest. Honestly, pulling out a sad headcanon because I don’t think it’s been confirmed, Ortho wants Idia to live a life where he doesn’t feel guilty for what happened to him. I know that Ortho is 100% a robot and that aside from the memories that Idia managed to give him, he has no connection to the original, but his creation is proof of that. So if Idia manages to like someone, Ortho will do everything he can to make sure Idia does try to court you. 
Ortho would try to get Idia to be the subject of the conversation. If Idia isn’t present in the conversation with the others, he’ll sneak him in. Do you like those games? Sweet, his brother Idia plays that game as well! He’s actually really good at it so if you need any pointers ask him! Do you like that brand of sweets? What a coincidence, so does his brother! If anything, he’ll bring him up so much that you feel the need to ask about Idia. He’d be so happy! You’re asking him about his brother? Well, where should he start? Ortho is just a wingman doing his best to help his brother. Idia and Leona are quite similar in the sense that they both accepted their fate. Leona will never be king and Idia well, he’ll always be a slave to the land of woe and his family's occupation. Having someone who can help you, whether it be a best friend or a possible love interest helps a lot. If Idia saw you talking to someone else and lost motivation, Ortho would run ‘scans’ to test your compatibility. “Even if they were to date, they would have a 78% chance of breaking up before the first week so it doesn’t mean anything. Your compatibility is around 83%, higher than anyone else at the college, don’t lose hope!” 
I see Ottho as being the type to create situations where you have to meet. Though I know he takes online courses, he has to go out eventually. That is when Ortho strikes. Imagine Idia goes to get food at a later time when nobody is out and suddenly on your magicam feed you see an ad for food. Totally not Ortho somehow being involved to get you to go, “oh boy am I hungry” resulting in you and Idia being in the same room as each other. Though he’s awkward and it’s mostly you conversing with him (a one-sided conversation), Ortho would encourage Idia to comment or at the least say something! Since Ortho is probably the one getting more information out of you through legal and ethical means, he probably brings up a series that you recently watched. “So how did you like that episode [Reader] of [Series]” then suddenly, Idia is intrigued. He’ll start to confirm if you really did watch the series, what are your thoughts on it? Who did you like the most? Suddenly, you two get into a deep conversion where you analyze each and every character, the plot, and hidden easter eggs. Ortho lets you two talk, this mission was a success! 
If we’re talking about Ortho after you’re together or when he’s stalking/kidnapping you, Ortho is your source of comfort. Ortho would do what he can to make you feel at ease and make your stay more comfortable. If you’re together with Idia, he’d be the one who sometimes monitors you or has your location on at all times. Maybe even escort you to class and back! I can see the both of you trying to break Idia out of his shell little by little, honestly, he’s so sweet and happy that you’re with his brother. If Idia is stalking you, he may send Ortho to keep you safe. If someone tries to mess with you they might get an air strike warning or Ortho does what he can to memorize that student so that Idia can ruin his reputation online, of course, nothing tracing back to him! If you’re kidnapped and chilling in his room because he can’t let you go, Ortho would be nice to you! He’ll reassure you that Idia means no harm but he just acted without thinking. He’d do what he can to bring you guys together and to break the very well and much reasonable distrust you have against Idia (Just because Ortho is trying to help Idia I’m not excusing or condoning this behavior).
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snakegorl212006 · 8 months
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The “little things” they do (Ignihyde)
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Being watched is something I grew accustomed to. Living with ghost watching your every move. Idia is no different although he tends to avoid me then most. Prefers to be on his own and barely bothers me unlike his younger brother. idia is a man of secrets and every time i clean or spend a night over here there’s always some specific room he doesn't want me to visit or stumble upon. He’s simply a normal shy stereotypical ghost. But lately he’s gone creeper. Sometimes i can see a flicker of light in my room every now and then or he just looks at me behind some corner. I should be used to being watched but….idia’s glances are the most chilling.
“Idia” i spoke which made him jump from his seat. He turns around to me all timidly “y yes” he asked “you know you can just come talk to me” i stated and he nods “then why do you just stare at me all day” i asked “doesn't the others do the same thing” Idia replied “yes but even rook says hello to me. You don’t have to be so shy. Feel free to be open” I stated before walking off. I suppose I let my guard down around him but he’s too timid to even interact with me. So I thought… 
Idia asked me to clean his lab so I obliged and aided in his organization. While cleaning i came across a picture. It was a well done sketch of a person in some school uniform. The date seems to be somewhere in the victorian era like 1800’s. They somehow have my face. There were more papers of this person below and notes scattered around. I never read the notes, only saw pictures. Similarly to the build of ortho, this person was a build for some doll. This doll model had my name as the name for the doll. Maybe it’s something like Cater. I brushed it off and placed back the loose papers in the folder. Once I was done cleaning I began to head out of the lab. Once out i saw a door open. I assumed idia was there so I went to the door and entered the room. The room was pitch black so I had to feel around for a light switch. There wasen’t a switch but there was a string which I pulled on to illuminate the room. Paper scattered around designs,outfits, part blueprints. Everywhere and scattered around. All had something in common each had my name on them. In the center of the room was a life size doll. This doll had the same uniform as the picture found in the lab and it had my face “you weren’t suppose to see this yet…” a voice spoke from behind. Idia stood tall in the darken corner. He walks up the the doll and fixed the clothing “do you....like it” he asked “this is supposed to be your present when you die” Idia explained “I’m not dying yet” I replied “Oh I know. I prefer you to stay alive just a little longer” Idia stated as he looks at me “I want to reminisce how you look just like them” He smiled “same face. Same scars…almost like a digital copy” Idia list “once i can make my attachment to your soul. You’ll be able to use this doll. Like you’re alive. Like ortho. Wouldn't that be cool” Idia said “what if i don’t want a attachment” I asked “like you have a choice” he frowns as the tips of his hair turns red “ok…” i mumbled “so do you like it so far” Idia asked “ya.. Keep up the good work” I replied which made him soften “I’ll continue to work hard..for you” He smiles not caring if i lied through my teeth.
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“Big sister, where are you?” ortho asked. I was currently in the kitchen making a snack for myself “I’m in here” i called a doll like head popped though the corner. “Can we go outside” Ortho asked “sure. Idia’s locked in his lab again” i asked and he nods “it’s fine though he’s busy with your gift” ortho said with a smile. I know what that gift was. I stumbled upon it the other night. There’s nothing gift worthy about it. “When will you think you’ll use it” ortho asked “i…I don’t know” i replied “Big brother worked really hard on it so I’m happy you like it” ortho smiled and i just nod as i finished up my food “hmm how would you want to die. I can do it painlessly if you like” Ortho asked “painlessly” i questioned “I did it with idia so i can do it for you too if you like” the child beamed. My blood went cold as i let this information sink in. “dose Idia know” I asked and he nods enthusiastically “He understands how lonely it is being dead so I had him join me” he smiled “If you’ll allow me. You can join us and we wouldn’t be lonely anymore” He stated. “Well how about we don’t talk about it and plan a surprise for your brother” I stated trying to change the topic. Ortho beamed and nod “come on let’s go in town and look for something” Ortho said as he dragged me by my hand so care free like this conversation never happened.
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ceruleancattail · 10 months
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Helllo! How are you? Hope your day is going well
Could i pls get ♦️ idia for the Nightfall! Au? Feel free to decline thou!
My day’s going alright! How about you, anon?
Home call
Nightfall Idia Shroud x reader
Deliveries were not part of your job description. You were a barista, for god’s sake. You make the drinks, not deliver them.
Yet here you were, walking through the cities’s streets. The plastic bit into your hand, the handles leaving lines of scarlet red snaking through your palm. With every step you took, you could feel the coffee swirl in their cups, restless as ever.
Glancing from the left to the right, you suppress a shudder. The darkness cloaked the buildings, shrouding in it shadow. Alleys seem to be endless, devoured entirely by an deep ebony black. The only light was from the headlights of cars rushing by, little pinpricks of red and white.
Slipping your phone out, you stare at the map. Knitting your brows together, you pinch at the device, trying to maximise the screen. Leave it to Idia to stay in the most out of the way places. Great for staying hidden, horrible for deliveries.
Being honest, you’ll normally never make a home call like this. You’ve served enough of your patrons to understand the dangers of their profession. You value your own life very much, thank you.
Yet when Ortho came over, eyes brimming with tears, you just couldn’t say no. So here you were, fingers running over dusty block numbers, black grime sticking to your fingertips like soot.
Resting on a silver “two”, you pull out your phone again. Yup, this was the correct address. You brush your hands against your pants, wincing as the black smudges on the fabric. How clingy.
You stand akimbo in front of the gate, phone pressed against your ear. One cycle of the dial tone, before a soft voice speaks:
“You’re here.”
Not a question, a statement. Your eyes flicker around warily, searching for the tell-tale gleam of a security camera. You saw none, but you couldn’t shake off that chill crawling up your spine.
“Yeah. Are you going to let me in?”
With a squeak, the gates swing upon of their own accord. A path lights up, ghostly spots of blue guiding you towards the door. The lights flicker, as if beckoning you closer. You take a hesitant step forward, half-expecting something to blow up.
Nothing happened, much to your relief. Adopting a brisk pace, you march up towards the door. It swings open, revealing Idia Shroud. He stands there awkwardly, before slowly reaching towards you.
You raise your arm, expecting him to take his order. To your surprise, he completely ignores the coffees. Throwing his arms around you, he clutches you tightly, fingers digging into your flesh. Burying his head in your shoulder, you can feel his lips moving, mumbling your name over and over. A mantra of sorts, a devotee’s prayer.
With the fervent way he clung onto you, the audible sobs spilling from his lips, it’s not hard to see him as one. Your hands find his shoulders. With a heave, you shove him off, slowly backing away. Raising an arm defensively, shoulders tensed.
Idia’s hands stretch towards you, before deciding better of it. Arms falling to his sides, his eyes meets yours. A pleading gaze, staring straight into your soul.
“Please… I just had to… see you. Could you at least just understand that?”
Fingers, as cold as ice. They slip into yours, intertwining. An affectionate gesture, one reserved for lovers. Normally, such an act would inspire warmth, a fluttery heartbeat.
All you could feel was dread.
Your heart slamming against its cage of bone, every beat screaming in deep within your ears. Drowning out everything but the panic rising in your chest, claws sinking deep into your soul.
“I would have come to the Lantern. Yet the thought of all the other people there…”
Idia’s grip tightens, jagged nails digging into your fresh, scarlet red crescents dotting the back of your palm. You wince as they burn, a thousand stings.
“I can’t stand it. All those eyes on you…. You never know what’s going on in their heads.”
A smooth mechanical whirl. Whipping around, your view of the street was cut off by the gates swinging shut, a click of a lock echoing through the air. Eyes flickering from him and the gate, the acidic taste of bile lapping at the very end of your throat.
“You can see why I had to do this, right? To protect you. It’s all for you.”
Slapping his arm, you pry yourself free.
“I don’t need your protection, Shroud. Now, open these doors, you no-good, dirty lying coward…”
Your voice trails off as you catch a glimpse of metal. Goosebumps run up your arm as something hard and cold pressed against your gut. The barrel of a gun, held rather carelessly by Idia. His pointer finger plays on the trigger, wiggling over that horrible part.
One click, it’s all over.
A sick grin spreads across his face, razor sharp teeth glinting menacingly at you. His eyes are still wide, yet there was a certain mockery deep within. The smug face of someone who knows all too well that he has the upper hand.
“I’ll think twice about rejecting my offer, sweetheart.
After all, I’m the boss here.”
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shiny-jr · 2 years
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I need me some yandere idia shroud. I don't mind if you write a small story or just some tiny headcannons, but I need him right now.
If you don't find this interesting then just ignore it.👍
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Warning: Yandere obviously. Gender-neutral reader.
Characters: Idia Shroud. Mentions Ortho Shroud.
Note: Just gonna start typing whatever immediately comes up in my mind. Also, you know what really helped? A private playlist I made called "Despairing with Idia." Anyways, this more or less ended up like word vomit. 
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“I don’t know what’s wrong with me...” 
Well, maybe that was a lie. There was a chance that he did know, but he just didn’t want to admit it. 
You see, it began a few years ago, when an associate of the Shroud family arrived on the Island of Woe. Visitors were almost nonexistent, so it was both exciting and scary to see strangers on the island. At his age, although still but a child, Idia knew every resident of the island. Sometimes he did dream of visiting lands past the fog over the never-ending water surrounding his home, even if the desire to do so struck fear of the unknown in him. On television he would see so many places, he could look up any location in the entire globe that he wanted, and he was satisfied... partly. 
Then came those strangers, and among them, another kid his age. Idia couldn’t help but stare, his yellow eyes unable to look away from them, but far too scared to even think about prying his feet off of the space behind the corner where he hid. Besides himself there were no other children on the island, except for his younger brother Ortho but he was still learning how to talk and walk. So to see another person nearly his age for the very first time was something indescribable. As his parents and staff spoke and met with the other strange adults, the other kid remained well-behaved but was obviously impatient, wanting to explore this brand new place and meet new people. That’s when they met a golden gaze peering at them from a dark corner. 
As soon as he realized that he was spotted, he disappeared, but that didn’t stop the other child. He was a skinny and slow kid due to the lack of activity he had unlike most children, which easily allowed the stranger to catch up much to his dread. At first he didn’t know what to say or what to do, he’d never been in a situation like this. However, that didn’t deter the curious kid at all. 
Idia learned that their name was (Y/n) and despite his initial hesitance, they became fast friends during the few months his new friend and visitors stayed at the island. Staying up to play new video games, exploring parts of the island, playing with Ortho, these were just some of the few activities. As fast as it happened, it ended, and he never saw them again... 
Occasionally throughout the years he would think of them, reminisce on such simpler times of his first friend that made him truly happy. It was so sappy, he was nearly annoyed with himself that he couldn’t get over a friend he had years ago. No matter how hard he tried to forget them, he constantly thought of them, questions filling his mind. Where were they now? How were they doing? Did they still think of him like he thought of them? Did they still even remember him? All these questions swarmed about, festering in his mind and taking a dark turn. What if something happened to them and he had no idea? What if they did remember him but cringed at the memories of his gross child-self? Or what if they didn’t even remember him at all...? Idia wasn’t sure what was worse: being disliked or being forgotten. 
So one day, his patience snapped, he couldn’t handle the thought of no longer knowing, he couldn’t refrain himself any longer. With all the technology and programs under his fingertips, he scoured the global web for any trace of his dear friend. And with surprising ease, he found them. Not just their Magicam account, but every account and blog that belonged to them. He spent hours upon hours carefully analyzing the wealth of new information about them, from photos, to written posts, to tagged posts. 
Upon hungrily consuming every drop of information, he paused as his golden eyes stared at the direct message icon on their profile. He wanted to talk to them again so badly, play new games and hang out with Ortho just like before. It made him sick, not with them but with himself. Why was he feeling this way? Obsessing over someone he last talked to years ago... But he couldn’t stop himself. He was scared, angered, and lonely, but he could not muster up the courage to click direct messages. Even if he did have the courage to do so, what would he say? “Oh, hey, remember me? That friend you made over ten years ago on that creepy weird island? I was that equally creepy weirdo kid watching you from behind the corner. Yeah, remember that? Haha.” As if he would let that happen. 
So he did the only thing he could do to still achieve what he wanted. Using one of his many backup accounts neither linked to his name or face, he striked up a conversation on a completely different platform that revolved entirely around online games. That way, it allowed him to reconnect to the person he wished to reunite with the most without having to reveal his identity in fear of scaring them off. Every single day he would chat with them, at every hour of the day if he could, and then he felt happy. He felt just as happy as before when they were children. 
Months later when Idia fell into the depths of Tartarus with Ortho, giving into the darkness around them and appealed by the desire offered by Ortho to change the world and start anew-- no matter what, Idia wanted one character to be salvaged from this corrupted save file the world was currently living on. Even as the darkness corrupted him, he thought of (Y/n). Even as he made the earth crumble and start from scratch, he would save his friend and place them at the top of all power with him.
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