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it-happened-one-fic · 59 minutes ago
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Hours in the Moonlight: Solitary Eventide - 14. The End of This Evaluation
Summary: Simply put you would not have picked Vargas to be sent to the Ignihyde clan if you’d been the one choosing. After all, he and Idia couldn’t be more like oil and water. Which was why you were startled when Idia actually spoke up while the burly man was there to confirm the end of your evaluation of the Ignihyde Clan. And with Ignihyde Clan finished, that only left two more clans to evaluate.
Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!
Trigger Warning: Vampire
Word Count: 1343
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“Y/N! There you are!” I blinked in surprise as I got bodily yanked into Idia’s room by a familiar, large man who was probably the worst sort of person to put Idia in a room with. 
Idia, for his part, looked perfectly exhausted as well as beyond distressed as he watched Vargas let go of me and gestured to a seat as if he owned the place, “Sit down! I’ve come to hear about your evaluation here and report back.”
I nodded, still recovering from the whiplash of having been dragged into the room as I plopped down. Half-wondering why we were meeting in Idia’s room rather than some other place.
Perhaps Ortho couldn’t get his brother out of the room and instead brought Vargas here. A single glance at the clan’s head told me everything I needed to know, though. He was miserable and definitely wasn’t going to be of any assistance since this particular invasion into his space was apparently just too much for him.
Not that I could blame him. I’d already realized from our few interactions that Vargas could be a bit much for anyone to handle.
I folded my hands in my lap, straightening as I met Vargas’s bright blue eyes, “I do not believe the Ignihyde clan has anything to do with the number of insane vampires.”
Vargas grinned as he leaned forward, “Oh? You don’t, do you? What about this secret they’ve been working on?”
Idia shifted uncomfortably in his seat, visibly jolting at the man’s words in a move that was wholly at odds with the frustrating interactions we’d had, but I didn’t look over at him. Instead I stared straight back at Vargas. As if looking away would result in my failure.
“It has nothing to do with the insane vampires, but I am in no position to share the specifics of their work,” I chose my words carefully, halfway wondering if Vargas would fully understand what I meant.
The man sat back, nodding his head at my words, “And why do you think they are innocent? If it has something to do with their secret, you’ll have to share the specifics.”
I was almost surprised by his warning, but I did my best not to show it. Though, I did have to admit that a small part of me was beginning to feel more and more like Crowley’s lackeys were trying to help me in their own ways.
It was a thought that made very little sense, but it was a feeling I’d had ever since Crewel had first given me advice back at the Savanaclaw clan.
I focused on the present, though, “They have no desire to go against the head-vampire and creating massive numbers of insane vampires would most certainly be defying him. They are loyal to Crowley. If anything, they just want to be left in peace without anyone bothering them so they can continue their research.”
Vargas’s eyebrows lifted at my words and he twisted to look at Idia, who immediately tensed at the man’s stare before he gave a quick, almost terrified nod of his head.
“I see,” The man trailed off slightly before he looked back my way, a wide smile spreading across his face, “Anything else to report?”
I almost frowned at his question. It was something that I had actually been cautiously expecting, but I still didn’t know how to respond exactly.
I nodded, though, “I have come to understand the clan here.” 
My words were tentative, but Vargas nodded as if that was what he’d wanted to hear, “Good. I’ll give the head-vampire this report, and you’ll receive your next job in due time. Your payment will be sent through the mail as per usual.”
“You should send them to Octavinelle next,” Idia blurted the words out, and both Vargas and I looked towards him. 
Vargas, with mild interest, and me in full-blown surprise.
Idia glanced nervously before the two of us before his gaze settled on me, “You should talk to them. They have information on everyone. If anyone has information about the insane vampires, it would be them.”
Again, his talking was beyond speedy, and at this point I was pretty much positive that the speed-talking was something he did when either excited or nervous, and it was definitely the latter of the two right now.
I nodded, though, looking over at Vargas, who shrugged, “I’ll tell the head-vampire, but we’ll just have to wait and see.”
I smiled at the large man tentatively and was rewarded with a bright grin and a weighty pat on the shoulder as he stood, “Keep up the good work, Y/n. I’ll see you later.”
I nodded, rolling my shoulder in a futile effort to get rid of the slight stinging sensation from his affectionate pat as he stepped out of the room with a loud laugh, and Ortho slipped in to take his place.
“I take it the meeting went well?” He looked between me and his brother with a smile, and I nodded as Idia all but collapsed in his chair.
“Why did you bring him in here?!? You know I can’t deal with meatheads like him,” Idia looked exasperatedly at his brother, who just let out an innocent laugh as I watched the two of them.
I crossed my arms as I looked more pointedly at Idia, “Vargas isn’t that bad. A bit of a pain since he works for Crowley, but I’ve dealt with far worse.”
Including Idia himself, but I didn’t mention that as the man in question all but glowered at me.
“He’s still an idiot. How on earth did he just accept your word without doing any digging for himself??” Idia rolled his eyes dramatically as he spoke, and I sighed at his theatrics before feeling myself frown as I actually considered his words.
Now that he mentioned it, all of my reports had been accepted without me having to give very much in the way of evidence at all.
It was like all of Crowley’s men and Crowley himself were just accepting my word as golden truth that required no further investigation. Which made no sense. 
The large number of insane vampires ought to be a big enough deal that they would want hard evidence that couldn’t be argued against. But thus far that hadn’t been the case.
“I don’t know… But they all have,” I murmured to myself, but my words seemed to catch Idia’s attention as his gaze came to rest on me. Waiting for me to continue as my gaze slowly lifted to meet his, “Almost like they’re evaluating something else entirely by having me do these investigations.”
Idia nodded his head, a slow motion that had me frowning. Because it was almost like he was confirming my thoughts.
“I suggest you ask Azul about more than just the insane vampires,” Idia’s voice was quiet and low, but I could tell he was being utterly serious even as I frowned at him in utter confusion.
“Who’s Azul?”
 “Azul is the head of the Octavinelle clan.” Ortho answered me helpfully before looking back over at Idia, who gazed back at me silently. But he’d said enough.
Octavinelle apparently had information on everyone… and maybe that everyone included Crowley.
“I guess now that you're done evaluating our clan, we’ll be facing solitary nights once more,” Ortho’s saddened words had me looking over at him in quiet surprise before I smiled, shaking my head slightly.
“Maybe on some nights, but I promise I’ll still come by to visit,” I looked between the brothers, Ortho smiling at me brightly and Idia also smiling, though his smile was admittedly smaller and probably more on behalf of his brother.
But I had befriended these two just as I’d befriended members of the other clans, so this wouldn’t be the end of my time with them. Just the end of this evaluation.
And now I faced going to another clan. Octavinelle… Hopefully they would be able to answer some of my questions.
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sparklystarrrr · 7 days ago
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No Chance, No Way!!
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Synopsis: In which (Y/n) falls in love with none other than Idia Shroud, but is scared to fall in love because of her freshly broken heart.
Contains: Megara themed reader, set in a garden in the Island of Woe, Idia & reader are hopelessly in love, Ortho our fav wingman who's sick of the two being hopelessly in love, Idia in Hades' toga and Reader in Megara's dress... I need that (I'm Greek, I want the rep), told from the reader's perspective, YES THIS IS BASED ON THE ACC SCENE WHERE MEG SINGS I WON'T SAY I'M IN LOVE it's gonna be so cliche and cheesy but WHATEVER
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It was a rather warm summer night, the moon was shining and all seemed peaceful. That was until I got lost in my thoughts, walking and picking a delicate blue flower and landing myself on a bench in the garden of the Island of Woe. This was the perfect night to get lost in my thoughts. The only thing accompanying me was the cool breeze and the ruffle of leaves. I twirled the fragile flower around between my fingers, noticing how the flower's petals faded from a dark blue out to a light yet bright blue and all I could think about was him. A small grin formed on my face.
Oh, him... It felt so fleeting to feel this way, as if I was jumping on clouds with the wind in my hair... That was when I felt that feeling I was all too familiar with. I was in love... Ugh no.. I am not in love! I learned my lesson from the first guy this cannot be happening! I crossed my arms over my legs, propping my head up on my hand, I grumbled to myself "What's the matter with me... You'd think a girl would learn..."
I got myself up and walked around the garden. It seemed to be decorated with little cupids and statues of lovers, this was certainly an icky feeling... I sighed hopelessly while turning the little cupid from pointing its arrow at me to the other direction"If there's a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I've already won that..." I sauntered around aimlessly, passing a hedge of bushes"No man is worth the aggravation, that's ancient history... Been there, done that!" I flung the blue flower behind me in frustration.
As if on queue, a pair of big bright yellow eyes poked out from inside the bush. Suddenly, a determined Ortho popped out and caught the flower I tossed. He seemed to be giggling to himself, "Who do you think you're kidding! After doing a few scans on you, my databases tell me that big brother's the "Earth and Heaven" to you!" My cheeks flushed at his sudden interjection. I grunted as I plopped down onto a bench, holding my head in my hand's as I pouted... I can't really be feeling like this after just getting broken up with a few months ago, could I? "Don't try to keep it hidden (Y/n)! My scans can see right through you!" Ortho's child-like robot voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Oh no..." I moaned out while covering my face with my hands.
"You can't conceal it forever (Y/n), I know exactly how you're feeling and who you're thinking of!" He floated above me and dangled the flower beside my face in hopes I would catch it and just confess to these heavy feelings. I ignored the flower tickling my cheek and brushed it off of me. Ortho made a "hmph!" sound like he was determined to get me to say it. I stood up, feeling slightly ashamed for these not so new feelings,"No chance, no way! I won't say it, nope!" My frustration easily got to me. Why can't these feelings just pass!
Once again, Ortho kept pushing, "You're swooning, sighing, and your dopamine levels skyrocket when you're around Idia, all signs of being in love! Why deny it?" He had a point... but I won't say it!,"It's so cliche, Ortho! I just can't say i'm in love!" I walked away holding my arms close to my body. These feelings were so warm yet so uncertain... Ortho sighed and followed me to the path full of statues of lovers "I thought my heart had learned its lesson... It always feels this good when it starts out." I grumbled and looked up at all the statues while feeling a pang of loneliness I didn't know I felt until now.
My head was practically screaming 'Get a grip, girl! Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!' at me! I then felt Ortho's mechanical hand pat my shoulder and he looked up at me with those adorable big yellow eyes of his"You keep denying who you are and how you're feeling, but I'm not buying it! You practically hit the ceiling whenever the two of you talk!" I turned away from him and pouted, was it really that easy to see my feelings towards Idia..? "Facing it and owning up to these emotions will release a weight off your shoulders. And my databases are 101% sure you won't get rejected!" That comment made me feel... hope? Why was I feeling hopeful about this?! I can't believe myself!
"No chance! I won't ever say it!" I say stubbornly as I hop across pedestals that stuck out in the clear blue water of a pool. On the last pedestal I trip and nearly fall into the cold water! That's when a male's hand reaches out to me. I grab on and he pulls me onto the ground before I could fall. I looked at the hand. It was pale, bony and was larger than my own. I looked up at the man who owned this warm hand and it was none other than Idia.
"..Hey... Y-you good?" His awkward sharp toothy grin was really cute and I couldn't help but smile when I saw the pink tips of his blue hair going wild and crazy. 'Wow.. he looks really good in this outfit he was wearing though, I see his biceps and everything...I knew he had a sleeper build...' Shut up mind! I can't think like this... I smiled gently up at him and muttered a small, "I'm fine..!" I said as we both giggled awkwardly. I turned away, trying to hide my blush and he did the same. My hands brushed through my long (h/c) locks and I saw Ortho who seemed to be ushering me to confess because the Seven know Idia won't. He created a small hologram that had the words "Give in!!" "I can see that smile from here, (Y/n)!" He shouted at me. He put up a thumbs up for me to confess.
I covered my ears and shut my eyes as if I was trying to shut the whole world out. "This scene won't play Ortho! I just won't say it, get off my case!" I yelled back to him as I ran off to the fountain to sit and be irritated. I plopped down with a scowl and put my hand down on the cement to lean myself on my arm. The feeling of a stem was under my palm and I suddenly knew exactly what it was... the blue flower. I picked it up, smiling to myself in content as I put it up to my nose and smelled the fragrance. It smelled almost sweet, but perfect.
I touched the petals delicately with my free hand "Well, at least out loud I won't say I'm in love..." I held the flower to my chest and sighed, my body going to lay down on the edge of the fountain when suddenly I felt someone beside me. I heard a small "Eep!" from the person my head had bumped into and I turned around in surprise. "I-Idia?" We felt close.. too close for us to just be friends. "Uh.. Ortho sent me here.... Sorry... I-i can go if you need me too." And with that he started getting up, his hair going a bit more crazy than usual with the pink tint still there, even his ears were a light pink, his cheeks too.
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. All I did was suddenly grab onto his arm. I'm so gonna be embarrassed for this later... "Sorry... but don't go. Sit with me, Idia..." I felt my face heating up a bit, him clearly turning pinker as seconds passed. I pulled him to sit down next to me. "So... clearly Ortho wanted the both of us to be here." I mumbled. "Yeah..." He said while nervously playing with his hair that was glowing a brighter pink. There was an awkward silence for a moment. We didn't really have anything to talk about in this situation. I sighed. "I'm sorry for... being in love with you, I guess." My hand wrapped around his hands which were still busy fiddling with his flaming locks. My other hand sat in my lap, twirling the blue flower.
He choked on air for a moment at my sudden confession. Obviously he wasn't expecting it. "N-no! It-it's fine it's just... Idk.. I'm not used to this stuff..." At this point all his hair had been colored a bright fuchsia. "Well I am you could say... I'm just scared of being in love." He looked at me, then away from me, at my flower, then back at me. "... Why? You seem like that girl everyone wants... like some normie... couldn't ever be seen with me..." He muttered the last part under his breath.
I scoffed at myself," If you really want to know, I got my heart played with." I looked away as my shoulders slumped and I looked down at my hands. His silence made it awkward but I knew he didn't really know how to respond. "That's stupid of him...." I heard him quietly whisper to himself. I looked at him with a smirk, "Yeah, really was stupid of him. Glad you think the same, Shroud..." He squeaked and his face turned almost as pink as his hair.
"But you know, I'm past him." He looked at me with his bright yellow eyes that I adored so much. "I don't think I could be scared of love when I'm with you..." I said while smiling up at him. His deep blue lips parted as I got closer to him, our hands still touching as they went down together and leaned on the stone fountain. He picked up the flower laying in my other hand, and feeling bold, he tucked it behind my ear."...You know... (h/c) looks mega cool with blue..." I smiled at his words.
Without a second thought, my now empty hand went up to his jaw and I dragged him down to get closer with me. I crashed my rosy lips against his icy blue ones. Suddenly the whole world seemed to disappear. His hands froze in their spot but as the kiss deepened, his hands went to my waist, his thumbs rubbing against my sides while he pulled me closer.
We pulled away to catch our breath. I smirked at his now bright red face. "I love you, Shroud. Don't break my heart.." I said in a breathy tone. I already knew he wouldn't, I trust him with my life. "I wouldn't dare, πριγκίπισσα." We crashed our lips together once more, grabbing onto each other like our lives depended on it. And the rest was history~
(queue lil Ortho celebrating in a bush and watching them, then covering his eyes when the two start getting a little steamy)
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I've had an Idia hyper fixation for the past 2 days, I NEEDED THIS
Edit: πριγκίπισσα is princess in Greek<333
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seumyo · 8 days ago
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Idia never thought he’d be the type to have a muse. Inspiration wasn’t something he sought—it either struck at odd hours between gaming marathons or never came at all. You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite.
You were effortlessly poetic, weaving words together like they were spun from moonlight and ink. You had a way of finding beauty in things he never noticed about himself, piecing together metaphors and prose that made him sound like something out of a fairytale.
A writer who’s ultimate weapon is a pen and paper.
You write like a poet who can never run out of words.
Effortlessly so.
The first time you showed him one of your poems, he had expected it to be about something grand and abstract—love, nature, time. Instead, it was about him.
It wasn’t grandiose or overly sentimental. It was simple. Soft. A quiet sort of admiration captured in careful lines—how his hair burned like foxfire in the dark, how his voice curled around words like an autumn breeze, how the glow of his screen reflected in his yellow eyes like constellations trapped in glass.
He had read it once, then twice, then a third time, his heart hammering so hard he thought it might short-circuit his entire nervous system.
God, it’s like reading a declaration of love from years ago.
“I-I… um… wow…” he had stammered, his fingers twitching at his sleeves. “You… wrote this?”
You simply laughed.
“Of course I did. Who else would I write about?”
He didn’t know how to answer that.
So instead, he drew.
A few days after your conversation, that is.
Idia had always been good at art—sketching was second nature to him, a quiet hobby he indulged in when he needed to clear his head. But now, every idle doodle, every sketch in the margins of his notebooks, was of you.
The tilt of your head when you peered into his screen. The way your eyes softened when you looked at him. The delicate curve of your fingers as you held your pen, lost in thought.
He didn’t show you at first. It felt too raw, too personal. Like, if you saw it, you’d know just how much space you had carved into his thoughts, how easily you had settled into his world without even trying.
Maybe that was the point.
To show you how much you meant to him.
But then, one evening, as you sat together in his room—you’re lost in your writing, your boyfriend sketching absentmindedly—you caught a glimpse of his notebook and gasped.
“Is that me?”
Idia tensed, his fingers twitching as if to slam the book shut. But you had already leaned over, your gaze locked onto the pages, your eyes wide as you traced the lines of your own face on the paper.
“You’re insane,” you whispered, your voice filled with awe.
“This is amazing.”
He hunched his shoulders, his hair flickering between shades of pink and blue. “It’s not a big deal…”
“It is to me.”
Your fingers brushed against his, and Idia felt the warmth of your touch settle deep in his chest.
“You write about me,” he muttered, his voice quiet.
“I guess… this is how I write about you.”
You smiled, nodding. “Then I guess we’re even.”
His heart pounded, his fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie.
“Y-Yeah… even…”
But you weren’t done looking. You turned the pages slowly, taking in every sketch. Some were detailed, inked carefully with soft shading that made your features stand out, while others were simple pencil sketches, quick and loose. Some had little notes scribbled in the margins—things like Her smile was really pretty today or I think she’d like this outfit—and the further you flipped, the harder it became for Idia to breathe.
“You’ve been drawing me this whole time?” you asked.
Idia swallowed hard, feeling like his soul was about to eject from his body. “I-I mean… you’re… I like drawing you.”
You hummed, shaking your head. “No one’s ever drawn me before,” you admitted. “And definitely not like this. It’s like a commissioned self-portrait.”
He ducked his head against his desk. It’s all too much for him, and yet, he yearns for more.
“Well… no one’s ever written about me before either.”
You reached for your notebook and flipped to a page filled with fresh ink. “I wrote something new,” you told him. “Do you want to hear it?”
Idia hesitated, but he nodded.
You took a breath, then began reading.
Your voice was steady and soft, weaving words like magic.
You spoke of constellations hidden in the depths of golden eyes, of firelight that flickered and burned but never consumed. Of hands that danced over sketchbooks, creating entire worlds with nothing but ink and quiet devotion. Of a boy who lived in shadows and blue-tinted neon, who never realized he shone just as brightly as the screens he spent hid behind on.
By the time you finished, Idia was gripping his sketchbook so tightly his knuckles were almost turning white.
“…T-That’s—” His voice cracked, his throat dry. “That’s… about me?”
“Of course, Idia.”
His mind was racing, his chest aching with something he didn’t know how to name. He didn’t understand how you saw this side of him—a version of him that is raw—in ways he had never expected. And for once, instead of wanting to hide, he wanted to let you see more.
Slowly, hesitantly, he reached for his pencil and turned to a fresh page. “C-Can I draw you again?”
Your smile grew, and you leaned into his side, your fingers resting over his. “Only if you let me write about you again.”
Idia let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding.
“Deal.”
But somehow, he knew he would never stop drawing you. Even if time catches up to him and he could no longer hold a pencil. There will always be a way for him to draw his muse.
Just as he knew you would never stop writing about him.
Two halves of the same story—lines and words, ink and paper, art and poetry intertwined.
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obeymeluv · 14 days ago
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In Your Defense [PT 3 - Ignihyde]
You decide to work at Sam's for Valentine's Day and your crush just happens to hear a customer hitting on you. If they get arrested, can you be their alibi?
AKA: This person has a death wish and you find out your crush might be jealous?
Note: Each one is random and some will be longer than others. If I made everyone the same length this thing would be MASSIVE and I would probably die.
Not proofread because of the length.
Whatever part Ortho is in will be platonic, obvs.
Happy V-day!
**Need to go to bed for work tomorrow so Diasomnia will be on my next day off. Can't stay up long enough to squeeze it in**
If there was one thing Idia hated, it was going out in public. He hated how the sun burned his eyes, all the bugs flying around, the way people looked at his hair, and almost had a heart attack at the idea that he'd have to talk to people.
Major bummer. 0/10, don't recommend.
But he'd suck it up and soldier on because the call of sweets was too tempting to resist. The trek to Sam's isn't the longest from Ignihyde but it's enough to make him pace himself.
Yeah, he's not really an outside person. Or a physical activity person outside of dancing to Premo or working on his projects.
He briefly wonders if Ortho put Sam up to this as he finds his second wind and ascends the hill. Who has a bomb sweets sale and DOESN'T ALLOW ONLINE PURCHASES?! WHY WERE THE DISCOUNTS IN-PERSON ONLY?
Idia breaths a sigh of relief and fixes his hoodie before mustering up his courage and opening the door. He's throwing himself into the proverbial lion's den, into an introvert's worst nightmare!
The noise and people are almost too much but he distracts himself with all the pink and red. Mercifully, the candy is spread out around the store so he doesn't have to stay in the sea of people. Idia doesn't discriminate when it comes to sweets; he gets soft cake rolls, pixie sticks, little donuts, a few chocolate bars, and a couple of limited edition dessert drinks. He's secretly glad Sam's regular stock didn't take a hit because of the holiday; his snack stash needs replenishing. Packs of ramen and little things of convenience bury his sweets stash but he's careful not to crush anything.
He can almost hear Ortho nagging him to get something green or slightly healthy. If he doesn't, Ortho will be mad at him for a week. It becomes a battle of wits between the Shroud brothers and Ortho is the king of juvenile inconveniences. Idia has learned the hard way; Ortho resets his alarms, throttles his wi-fi, messes with his lights, takes apart his tablet or takes it off charge in the middle of the night, and just about anything else he can think of.
Idia begrudgingly puts some green smoothies in his basket. Along with some pudding cups.
Satisfied with his raid, he waits in line. He's chanting to himself the whole time: just walk, don't make eye contact! Just walk, don't make eye contact! The line stalls enough for someone to bump into him and he panics, stumbling forward into the person in front of him. His hair flickers and flares a little in his panic.
People give him space and he babbles a quick apology. He pulls his hoodie up over his hair but it doesn't hide everything. It makes him feel safe, though. He relaxes a little.
Then, he hears it.
HOW MUCH DO YOU COST?!
Oof. MAXIMUM cringe. NO ONE on campus has a charisma stat high enough to make THAT work! Except Kingscholar and Schoenheit, maybe.
It gets worse when he realizes someone said that TO YOU.
OH NO! HE HAS COMPETITION!
The tactic looks like it failed, though, so he's comforted. You wouldn't go for something so cheap and cheesy! This guy looks like a D-level tank AT BEST. You're an SSR easy. D-levels and SSR's don't go together!
He's an SSR when it comes to stealth and technical skill so maybe one day you guys can link up or whatever. Your choice. The tips of his hair turn pink and he blows on the closest strand to mute the color.
The guy is doubling down. "You're rolling a one, pleb. A hard one." Idia whispers to himself.
"You say somethin', Shroud?" the guy turns to him.
FUCK, HE KNOWS HIS NAME?!
Idia's hair roars to life with surprise. He yanks the hoodie down before the fabric singes and crisps. His strands are wild, untamed, and yellow. His instinct is to stutter and deny it, to backtrack, but your eyes are just shy of pleading and it makes him swallow the word soup.
"I-I said you're rolling a hard one. Y-You're failing!" Idia doesn't know if he's going to faint first or if his legs will give out. His heart might go first.
The guy clearly doesn't get the reference. The brain is buffering and the lag is too great. He shakes his head with a sharp, toothy smile, unable to help himself. Dumb normie, Idia gives a breathy chuckle. Idia has that unfortunate condition where his face talks for him and it must've said some shit because the tank is now laser-focused on him.
You're over the counter before he can process anything, grabbing the guy by the back of his shirt and telling him to leave. The guy just jerks his shoulders and stays the course. Idia sees you get ripped over the counter and tumble to the floor. You recover decently and grab the closest thing to you but something about the sound of your body hitting the floor sends him into a rage he'd only felt in online arguments.
It feels like his veins are burning. He can tell by the size of his shadow and the light dancing across the floor that his hair is long and ferociously orange. Raging orange. Lethal orange.
"Caution," Idia manages somehow through his rage. "C-Contents are hot." he knows he has to stay put. If he approaches the guy he will LITERALLY catch on fire. It's not a bad idea, and he can see the gears spinning in the guy's head. He's wondering if Idia's going to do it or if he has enough time to hit the door.
The guy chooses the door.
It takes several minutes for Idia to calm down. His hair seems to shrink as he deflates into his usual quiet mannerisms. It's shorter than normal! "Used up all my fuel," Idia complains as he drags himself to the counter. "Need calories." he melts pitifully into the counter.
"You need to buy what you burned, too." Sam points to the singed chips and snacks. He already has a few packs that are beyond saving in his arms. Idia realizes the shop is basically empty now and finds the energy to blush. Pink cheeks look really cute against his blue hair!
"Does this mean I'm done for the day?"
"Yes." Sam looks at you. He's not mad or disappointed, but he means you're done. "I think you're a bit of a fire hazard." he teases.
You both blush.
None of this was in his decision tree! WHAT DOES HE DO?
"You, uh, you want to come by Ignihyde and, um, watch some stuff? You don't have to if you don't want to, of course. I just, you know, since it was my fault and all--"
"Is that a nat twenty in the wild? I think I have to now!" you joke.
"You get that?" Idia's mouth hangs open in surprise.
"It might have different names but I think it's the same thing in my world." you shrug. He's so down to discuss games from another dimension!
A nat twenty indeed!
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Ortho was doing his best to fill the gaps with whatever Sam's shop had to offer. Idia's grocery order was a little delayed due to the Valentine's holiday so he needed something decent to tide him over. Determined to keep his brother from an early, sodium-induced death, Ortho took it upon himself to shop. He wasn't totally heartless, though, so he'd throw in a few bags of chips to make Idia feel better.
A lot of this chocolate was out of the question! The sugar was through the roof! Then again, Idia was hopelessly addicted to sweets. He's pretty sure his brother broke some kind of record for sugar tolerance.
Equipped with Vil's suggestions and the things he researched, Ortho started hunting for healthy foods. He filled the basket with smoothies, yogurts, dark chocolate, fruit, and protein bars. There should be enough texture and flavor variation there to make Idia happy. Well...relatively.
Ortho floated patiently in line, subtly recording the conversations around him for later playback. Organic human interaction was interesting and would help him improve his algorithms and processes.
It's not like it hurt anything! All of the conversations were innocent and--
WAS SOMEONE TRYING TO MAKE A MOVE ON HIS FRIEND? HIS BESTEST, MOST PRECIOUS FRIEND?! ONLY HIS BIG BROTHER CAN DO THAT!
You may not totally get that he's a techno-organic construct (and not a boy who just really loves pretending to be a robot) but HE GETS that YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE AND THAT'S NOT OKAY!
"Excuse me, pardon me," Ortho weaves carefully through the people, playing a little 'wee-woo' alarm through his speaker system.
He floats beside the guy, staring at him with those big gold eyes. Pinching his thumb and pointer finger together turns up the alarm.
The guy is ignoring the alarms! How ridiculous! Is this what Idia means by natural selection and survival of the fittest?
A red light pops out of his shoulder, spinning in place.
HE'S IGNORING THAT, TOO?!
"You're being interrupted!" Ortho glares at him now, tuft of blue hair dancing angrily. "This conversation is clearly inappropriate for the setting and is henceforth terminated!"
"Terminated? Big words for a little boy! Go away, big people are talking!" the guy tries to shoo him away.
"Don't be rude to him!" you snap, "And he's right! The conversation is terminated!"
"Terminated!" Ortho echoes, pumping his fist. "Terminated!" he repeats, laughing when some of the people in line begin to join in and chant 'terminated, terminated!'
The guy leaves without buying anything and Ortho is happy to take his place. He pays for the the snacks. "And here's a sticker for you for being so sweet!" you put a sticker on the back of his hand. It's a heart wearing sunglasses.
Ortho laughs despite himself. One day he'll get Idia to explain it to you in a way you understand. He's surprised nothing like him exists in your world but he's glad to be here with you in Twisted Wonderland.
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ducksido · 15 days ago
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Idia's Valentine's
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Valentine’s Day was supposed to be a day for romance, grand gestures, and heart-shaped chocolates. But when it came to Idia Shroud, the concept of “normal” was completely out the window.
Y/N found themselves wandering through the halls of Ignihyde, wondering where exactly Idia was hiding out this time. Considering how much he loathed any kind of social gathering, it wasn’t too hard to guess that he’d probably be in his room—immersed in some kind of game or anime binge.
Sure enough, when Y/N knocked on his door, they were greeted by the familiar sound of a muffled voice yelling at the screen. "Ahhh! This level is impossible!"
They raised an eyebrow. “Idia? You in there?”
The door opened slightly, revealing a very flustered Idia, his blue hair messily falling over his face, his eyes hidden behind his signature goggles. “U-uhh, Y/N… it’s, um… it’s you.” His voice cracked a bit, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him.
“Are you still in the middle of whatever game or anime you’re watching?”
Idia blinked rapidly. “S-Sort of! I mean—I was, but... I was just... uh, thinking about the best way to give you a Valentine’s Day gift.”
Y/N grinned. “You don’t have to overthink it, Idia. I’m sure whatever you did is fine.”
There was a moment of awkward silence, and then—before Y/N could react—Idia quickly shuffled to the side, gesturing them to come in. "I, uh... made you something. For Valentine’s Day... It’s, uh, not much, but I... I hope you’ll like it."
Inside his room, there were stacks of anime merchandise and piles of tech equipment, but sitting on his desk was a small, handmade object. It looked like a little glowing charm in the shape of a heart, pulsating softly with light. Idia seemed almost nervous as he handed it to them.
“It’s... an LED heart charm! I made it so it can change colors depending on, uh, the mood or whatever! It’s... not super fancy or anything, but I thought it’d be cool. And, um, it’s a little... ahem... powered by a custom circuit I made for you!” He looked away, cheeks faintly pink. “I... uhh, I guess it’s kind of my way of saying… I like you, and I want you to, um, have something to remind you of me when I’m not around?”
Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his awkwardness, touched by how much thought he’d put into the gift. “Idia... this is really thoughtful. Thank you.”
His face was as red as his hair, and he shuffled his feet, mumbling, “I-It’s nothing, really! I was just, uh... thinking about you, and how you’re always so nice to me and stuff, so...”
Y/N could see he was trying his hardest not to look directly at them. Smiling, they stepped forward, gently taking his hands in theirs. "Idia... it's more than enough. You don’t need to do anything grand to impress me."
He stammered, clearly trying to hide how flustered he was. “S-S-Sorry! I just... didn’t know if you’d like it or not...”
Before he could continue, Y/N leaned in, pressing a soft, quick kiss to his cheek, catching him completely off guard.
His face turned an even brighter shade of red, and he stumbled backward, almost knocking over his desk. “I-I—What—? W-Wait! You—!”
Y/N laughed, watching as Idia fumbled with his words, utterly speechless. "Happy Valentine’s Day, Idia," they said softly. "I think you made it a really special one."
Idia couldn’t stop his flustered rambling as he buried his face in his hands, mumbling about how embarrassing it was to be caught off guard, but Y/N could tell from his bright pink cheeks that he was secretly over the moon.
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kisakis-boyfriend · 18 days ago
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Author's Note: Old request #3! More Idia for the soul 💙 I think I have a thing for shut-ins/gamer nerds/socially awkward men 💀
Pairings: Idia x male reader
Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Idia, adult Idia, teasing, rough sex, breeding kink, college AU
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The bed creaked horribly as the two bodies on top of it collided again and again. Your cock—buried to the hilt inside of your boyfriend—slammed into Idia's ass, leaving his cheeks red and tender from the abuse. Idia's sharp teeth tore into his pillow while his dick rubbed against the sheets from the power of your thrusts.
If your rooms were any further apart, you'd never have such wonderful mornings like this; Mornings where you dump a load or two into Idia before you head off to your classes, leaving him floating on cloud nine as he can't ignore the gooey mess dripping out of his hole and into his boxers until lunchtime. Yeah, mornings like these were the best 💙
“Mmmkhnmffnh-”
“What was that? Can't hear you when you're chewing on your pillow, babe.”
Idia unclenches his jaw long enough to whine “I said n-n-not so rough… aah! If you keep doing that, I won't be able to walk to class–” before chomping down on the plump surface again when you pound into him even harder.
“As if you wouldn't enjoy staying home. Besides, you were just on your knees begging me to– hnmgh… begging me to breed your cunt, remember?”
Your full weight is on top of him—crushing him against the mattress. Idia's eyes roll into his skull when you fill him the first time, followed by a long moan that drips from his lips like honey.
You don't pull out. Cum fills Idia's hole, plugged inside by your thick dick, and he can't fight you off when your tip is so far inside that it practically fucks his brain dumb — not that he really wants you off, anyway. With your pretty boy all pliant, you lift his hips and press a hand on his upper back, forcing him into an arch. Once again, Idia's ass becomes your fleshlight.
“Mhhnmfn–!”
You repeat your earlier sentiment about not being able to understand him when he has a mouth full of pillow.
“Aah- breed me!” Idia cries. Exhausted, but desperate to feel more of your seed flood his guts before his legs quit working entirely. Though staying inside and not dealing with people sounds rather tempting…
Per his request, you fuck another load deep into his hole, pressing your hips as close as physically possible into him so that your cock can unload all the way inside. Still not pulling out, you rub Idia's shoulder while you recover. The entire time, he whines into the pillow, grumbling as you plant little kisses on the back of his neck and try to cheer him up.
His head lifts off of the pillow and he says in a raspy voice, “If I get pregnant because of you, we're in trouble…”
“……Idia? Do you actually…?”
“What?” he finally turns to face you. His brows are furrowed, and the slight annoyance on his face makes you realize that he's serious.
“………”
“Y/n???”
“…you're right, you really shouldn't skip class…”
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suguslve · 20 days ago
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ׂ 𓈒ㅤ๑◝ . dan's message ๑ ֹ ₊ ㅤ ۟ .
i'll be dropping a pervert! idia blurb tom stay tuned my loves!
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star-gazer101 · 1 month ago
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Trusting You
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Pairing: Idia Shroud x Reader
Characters: Idia Shroud and Ortho Shroud
Warnings: GN Reader, slight OOC, Ortho being a menace.
AN: Sorry for being away for so long. These past two years have been rough on me. Both my uncle and my grandmother on my mother's side had passed away and wasn't in the best of moods to continue.
So, now I'm trying to get back into things by giving you this chapter! Hope you like it!
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It has been four days since that little incident between Vil and the Prefect had transpired and Ortho’s loving older brother was left none the wiser to the whole thing.
The prefect’s outfits and skincare routine still remained outstanding.They were getting much bolder by wearing small hints of jewelry and other accessories to show off.
If Ortho didn’t know them well enough, he would have thought them ‘pathetic’ for trying so hard. Though he had to admit that their choice in glasses was a nice touch. They did look a lot like one of Idia’s current husbando/waifu in his new gotcha games.
He hates to admit it, but their relationship is…cute. (Literal playing doctor aside, at least.)
“Did you see them today, Ortho? They look just like that one prince character from the anime we watched last night!” Idia would gush.
“If the Prefect wore those platform heels, do you think they would be as tall as Sakura’s Senpai? Because I think the outfit would look much better if they were taller! But maybe that’s a bad idea…I don’t want them to get more irl LIs…”
“They accepted my cosplay idea! Do you think the Prefect would rather wear wigs or personally dye their hair? Or do you think it’s a bad idea?”
‘I don’t know dear brother, why don’t you just ASK!? ’
And Ortho–poor, poor Ortho–rolled his eyes for the twentieth time this week.
Oh Prefect, what have you done to his poor excuse of a brother?
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It is now the weekend. And that meant it was time for the two lovebirds to join together for some much needed company.
Ortho supposes that he too, deserves a bit of the bonding time as well. He was even nice enough to not sabotage the special dinner his brother had planned in advance. He was on his best behavior for you both. So please, complement him with praises and head pats for a job well done.
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“Gotta hand it to you Idia, you are right! This Premo edition meal is really good! How did you manage to get your hands on this when it’s usually hard to purchase?”
Idia, who should feel overly smug, found himself completely stuttering as the tips of his hair tinged to pink. “H-heh, i-it’s no trouble at all! I-I had…C-connections...Secretive.”
“Oh? So it’s classified?” You giggled as his blush got worse. “Alight, I see how it is. Keep your secrets, dearest~”
“Actually, big bro had saved up enough stamps to get any free meals he wanted and got lucky that he reserved the meal early.”
“O-Ortho!” His brother hissed, face completely red. “That was supposed to be a secret!”
Ortho, however, was unfazed. “Was it? I don’t remember making any promises. That one’s on you.”
“Y-you–!”
“ANYWAY, regardless of how it’s done. I’m glad you took the time for me, Idia,” You reassured him. “Thank you.”
Finally, the older Shroud relaxed in his seat; the pink flames were gone but the red on his face remained. “Don’t mention it, d-darling. You would have done the same for us.”
“Oh you~”
As the two of you were in your own world, Ortho found himself thinking back on that particular day–the day that you caught him eavesdropping on you and Vil. From that moment, it could have been a whole lot worse if it were someone else that day…
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He was nothing more than a deer in headlights as he watched you approach him. Your steps were quiet, but they felt heavy in his head. You didn’t look angry, but Ortho had a feeling there was more to it.
He really, really screwed up.
“Prefect! I-I can explain–”
However, you cut him off. “You don’t need to explain yourself Ortho. It’s not your fault…I…I’ll admit that I wasn’t being completely honest when presenting myself like ‘this’. And you had every right to be concerned. But, let me be clear: I’m not seeing anyone. Not at all.”
You are telling the truth and he didn’t even need to read your heart.
“I…I know that, prefect. So, why?”
You nervously rubbed the back of your neck. “Is it bad that I wanted to look “hot” for your brother?”
Wait, what?
“You mean that’s it? No other ulterior motive?”
You had to continue. “I had to ask either Rook or Vil for some beauty advice and thought that the housewarden was the better choice. Too bad Vil mistook it for something else in the end. Now it’s going to be really awkward to go back to Pomefiore…”
“I’ll say…”
You both ended up laughing about the whole thing. On the bright side, there will be no doom flags rising up today. Thank the Sevens.
“So, you won’t tell him? I-I mean you can, I…really don’t want to be teased constantly about it. I just want him to have trust in me. Can you at least do that for me? Please?”
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“Hey, Ortho? You okay?”
Startled, Ortho broke from his train of thought to stare at both you and his brother. Concern was clearly written on your faces. How long has it been?
“W-what do you mean, big sibs?”
“Don’t give me that, Ortho. Player 2 asked you a question about your club and you went total awol on them! For an hour! Did…something get into your hard drive?”
“Idia, you’re overexaggerating. It was only 40 minutes. Maybe he had something on his mind?”
Note to self: Don’t stay quiet over 20 minutes. Oops.
“I’m really sorry guys. Guess a lot’s been on my mind. I was just thinking…”
“Thinking?” You repeated curiously.
“That maybe…If my brother is going to marry you in the future, you're gonna need to get mama’s approval first!”
“E-eh?!”
“O-Ortho?! The hell are you talking about?! W-where did this come from?! You know we’re not ready for something like that! W-we’re not even–!”
“Did I say something wrong?” Ortho asked with false sincerity. “I think it’s a good idea not to surprise our parents. Mama would be okay with it, but father is not big on surprises.”
“T-that’s not the point!” Idia snapped. Now he was back to being flustered as he was trying to correct his younger brother about yours and his relationship. However, you weren’t doing so well either.
Body slightly shaky and your face flushed, you stood up to grab your bags. “H-hey, I think I should be going. I forgot I had to pick up Grim to…uh…give him a bath…yeah…”
After you left, Idia continued to give his brother the biggest glare of his life.
Totally worth it.
Just because he trusts you both doesn’t mean he can't be a menace about it.
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mscherub · 1 month ago
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Right, so…you’re transported to a new world, and me being the science geek I am, I can’t help but think of all the bacteria you wouldn’t be accustomed to in Twisted Wonderland…so imagine how bad flu season would be, or just the spreading of sicknesses around the school in general
You better have a good immune system cause oml would it be put into overdrive. Anyways…here’s my twist on what the Ignyhide boys would do in order to be helpful in your recovery ❤️‍🩹
Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignyhide, Diasomnia
Warnings!:
Sickness, obviously
Mentions of vomiting, snot, etc
To start us off…
It’s flu season in Twisted Wonderland, well you call it the flu, they call it something else you don’t even bother to learn. With you’re immune so shot and not used to the illnesses that spread around, getting sick more often that you honestly should, you woke up with a headache. Ok…nothing too serious, but you thought it to be a good idea to just take some ibuprofen equivalent in their world and “thug it out,” which ultimately lead to your current situation. Currently, you’re in the infirmary, having passed out from a raging fever and a disgustingly congested respiratory system during PE and you’re bed ridden back at ramshackle, at least until your fever goes down. Sevens bless Grim and the ghosts as they try and get you things to feel better, but you need some sort of intervention, and here comes you’re favorite person at the right time. How do they help you out?
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Idia (And platonic ortho):
First of all, good luck getting him to come out of his room, but if Ortho really really convinces him then you’ll have a chance. Ortho comes with, obviously, for Idia’s emotional state more so than yours…
Idia will sit with you in your room quietly on his tablet or any gaming devices he’s brought with him, sitting off in the armchair. He’ll spare you a glance every now and then but he’s a little out of his comfort zone right now. If he can have Grim for a little then that’ll be a bonus for him
Ortho will regularly check up on your temperature and set reminders on when you should take medicine. He’ll also search the internet for other remedies he can find or make to help alleviate the more severe symptoms you may have
Idia will try and pitch in, he’ll offer to share his sweet snacks, but of course if your feeling a bit finicky with the foods you eat at the moment then he’ll back off and try and go into recluse mode again, which then Ortho will take the initiative on food and get you whatever you want
Don’t worry about the assignments, Ortho and Idia have them covered, actually. Idia will do them without him even saying anything to you. A surprise for when you’re better
Ortho will work on disinfecting and waiting on you, getting blankets or pillows, whatever you need. He’ll also do a body scan to see what areas are affected the most…ehhh, a little invasive
After things calm down a bit, if you’re up for it, Idia will play games with you on whatever device or board game he has or can find
He’ll relax more that way and have fun himself. it’s hard being out of his comfort zone, but at least he’s just around you
Ortho is just happy he could get Idia out, especially to help you out. Ortho’s learning a lot about how to treat sick people now thanks to the data input you’ve provided him!
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Sorry this one was a little shorter. I decided to group them up because I just couldn’t see Idia helping out by himself, lol. Thanks for reading, lovelies!
Master list
Please don’t steal or copy any of my work! You may, however, reblog if you’d want to!
Pictures are owned by Disney Twisted Wonderland but are edited by me :)
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nikosovercoat · 2 months ago
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The face I make after I watch my brother almost die 2 times
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If I was Idia I’d overblot and crash out 😭🙏 Bro has trauma for a lifetime
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mobbu-min · 2 months ago
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☆ yummy in my tummy ☆
part three
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a/n i've been following the halloween event pretty closely for the jp servers, and omg, i have fallen deeper in love with leona! he's just so gentlemanly and honestly, the type of guy you would totally bring home to meet ur parents! plus he looks so damn good! also scully such a cutie patootie! love his little mannerisms and design! i was a little sad that ace and deuce wasn't in, but that just means that they'll both be there for the next halloween event!
edit: so this was meant to be posted like a long time ago hence my og author note, but better late the. never ig. but my point still stands that skully is a little cutie patootie <3
included ignihyde, diasomnia + rollo
tw nothing
want more? here's part one + two
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ignihyde <3
⋆ He can’t help it! But the first thing that escape Idia's mouth is ‘Is this poison?’ He can't help it! He’s just a little awkward and has low self-esteem! Idia can’t phantom the idea that anyone, especially you, would take time out of their day to make and bring little, ugly him, food. (his words not mine) It’s literally a ten minute conversation where you have to explain to him that you wanted to this because you care about his skinny ass. And after he gets that through his thick ass head and into his big ass brain, does he explode into hot, hot red. Despite being a literal genius, Idia’s social department (self-esteem? self-love?) is severely understaffed. I don’t think Idia’s all that picky when it comes to food, he’s just not used to eating food out of his comfort zone. But batting your pretty eyes and asking ‘pretty please?’ is enough to get him to bend over.
⋆ If he could eat, Ortho would adore your food! (real talk, i can’t remember if Ortho could canonically eat through like idk a food cavity space thing or if i had just read that from a fic) Would ask for all types of things. But since he can’t, Ortho enjoys your food through Idia. He’s really happy that someone would take the time out of their day just for his big brother. By his data, doesn’t that mean you like his big bro? In all sorts of media, romantic partners make each other food to show their love! If Idia wasn’t such a danger magnetic in the kitchen, Ortho would force Idia to make you food too! So you’ll just have to settle with Ortho as your little helper instead. (he’s so excited to spend one on one time with his future in-law! teehee)
Diasomnia <3
⋆ My, make him food? How courageous you are, little human. Malleus gobbles your food down like it's his last supper. Food created by his child of man? How could he possibly let it go to waste! Compliments you to the moon and back. Though because it is Malleus, he does slip a few critiques. (he can’t help it! He’s a prince afterall) Malleus has never had an edible homemade dish full of love given to him, like ever. (sorry lilia, your food is full of love, just not edible) A warm feeling blossoms all across his body like blooming roses. If his tail was out, it would be swaying to the beat of his racing heart. Malleus didn’t think it was possible to fall deeper in love with you, but here you go, always surprising him. Perhaps, you’ll find a meal on your desk one day by the initials M.D.
⋆ Ohohoho? So you want to challenge a culinary master! Lilia will not be beaten by such a cute little human! You better start running tehehehehe- On another less scary note, Lilia enjoys your food immensely! Of course he could think of a few ways to make it much more protein packed and nutritious but that’s just his inner master chef coming out teehee. Beware, he insists that you must try his cooking, it’s only fair of him to treat you to a meal. Or even worse, insist that you too must cook together. Pray to the seven (or hope that Silver will be conscious enough to drag his father outta there) because you’re going to need it.
⋆ Wonderful… is the only word Silver is able to get out before he falls asleep. When he wakes, Silver is awfully embarrassed. Silver is blown away at your kindness. His face a perment baby pink the rest of the day. You thought of him and no one else. Surely this must mean something right? Still, Silver must do something for you too. It’s only fair. (what a sweet gentleman) he considers making you a treat as well, but considers otherwise. It might be unwise to be in the kitchen with his condition. But of course, it’s not like Silver won’t have any help! All the woodland creatures are more than happy to help Silver win over his crush’s heart! The next day you’ll have his treat flown to you by a couple of blue birds, chipmunks and rabbits gathering at your door with berries of all sorts. Silver thankful for such generous companions. If he had to face you, he might just fall into a coma.
⋆ He can’t help it when he says, “Are you trying to poison me?!’ and ‘Don’t you dare poison my Waka-Sama! I will fight you, human!” Sebek’s like a dog, barking and barking, until he smells the delicious scent of your food and suddenly, he’s stubbornly eating it at the table. Cursing himself for being so weak to delicious food (and your pretty smile) Oh how could he properly serve his Waka-sama if he’s weakened by such things?! THE CRUELTY! He does really enjoy your food. Typically he’s often left unsatisfied, his stomach growling with lingering hunger after his meals. But for some odd reason, every time he’s chowing down on your food, he’s satisfied. His stomach is silent but his chest is warm and fuzzy like dandelions. Are you sure you don’t have any magic? Sebek decides to keep his curiosity to himself. Just like the rest of diasomnia, you’ll find yourself faced with a box filled to the brim with food courtesy of the blushing, stuttering fae in front of you.
Extra <3
⋆ Very rarely does Rollo find time to sit down and eat. Between his studies, his duties as student president and world domination (kidding), he is much too busy to have anything more than a piece of bread and glass of water. You’ll have to drag him to sit his ass down to eat and even then he’ll be scolding you for messing up his schedule. But when the warm and homey scent of your food reaches his nose, his voice falls and mind clears. And all of a sudden, he’s very much aware of the ache in his bones, the growling of his stomach and the tight ringing of his head. Rollo listens to you tell him you made this just for him, heaviness hits his chest at the concern lacing your voice. Any other time he’d scoff and leave, but this is you. His friend. He doesn’t hesitate. The moment your food touches his tongue he’s done for. Perhaps the hassle of life is worth it.
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it-happened-one-fic · 1 hour ago
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Hours in the Moonlight: Solitary Eventide - 13. A Powerful Shield
Summary: There was much to think about after your experience tonight that just seemed to pile on top of all the other questions that had been haunting you ever since you’d become the vampire hunter. And those thoughts were enough to make finding rest seem laughable at best, even if you had powerful shields that doubled as potent weaknesses.
Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!
Trigger Warning: Vampire
Word Count: 1042
Hours in the Moonlight Master-List
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I was perfectly exhausted as I flopped down in my bed, rolling over on my back to look up at the ceiling.
My hand instinctively reached up, my fingers curling around the cross that still hung around my neck as I exhaled slowly.
A part of me wondered if I ought to let someone know what had happened tonight. But then the colder part of me knew that it wouldn’t do any good.
What had happened had already happened. And it would likely occur again whether I liked it or not. 
I was a vampire hunter whose blood was coveted by the majority of vampires, after all. It was to be expected that I would be attacked in such a manner at some point or another.
And I’d been attacked before. It was just that in the past, all of those vampires hadn’t seemed entirely sane, though some were more so than others.
But tonight, that vampire had been in complete control of his faculties. He was just hungry and decided that his meal should be of ‘choice’ quality. Though he could also possibly be described as mildly psychopathic.
I shuddered at the mere memory of him but found that I was too numb to do much else.
Right after it had happened and I’d still been in the lab with Idia and Ortho, the large part of me had wanted to just sink to the ground and hug myself tightly. 
To just kneel there trembling and trying to stabilize myself.
But I couldn’t do that there. Not right in front of them. 
Even if I had a decent amount of trust in Idia and Ortho, I couldn’t let myself have a melt down like that in front of them.
For one thing, I’d worked too hard to build up the image that I was a competent vampire hunter who wouldn’t be bothered by such things. For another thing, such behavior would be mortifying in hindsight.
I hadn’t even cried after that vampire had injured me when Leona and I had fought together, though it was true I’d passed out from exhaustion on the way home that night. Something that I’d wanted to do tonight, but I hadn't been able to do that since no one had been carrying me.
Now I just lay on my back, utterly exhausted but without any sleep as my fingers traced the grooves of the cross. I idly wondered if Vil would be upset with me if he found out I hadn’t told him about what happened tonight. 
I imagined he would. After all, I imagined that I would want to know if something so alarming happened to him or one of the others. But there was nothing he could do about it. 
In fact, he’d already done everything he could for me in terms of keeping me safe by shielding me from vampires up until the point Epel and Rook had gotten turned. If he did anymore with how things currently stood, I was afraid that Crowley might do something.
I had no proof that Crowley would, of course, but the fact he’d already used those close to me as weapons against me was enough to make me wary of letting him see that I was close to anyone.
And what was worse was that he already knew that I was attached to Rook, Epel, and Vil. 
So far as I knew, he didn’t know that I had made friends in each of the clans I’d visited, but who really knew? How I’d dealt with each clan seemed to be part of my evaluation too, so who knew what all Crowley actually knew? After all, Crewel, at the very least, would frequently ask about how I’d gotten along with everyone in each clan.
All told, Crowley’s past actions were enough to make me nervous about what he might do if I displeased him in some way.
I feared both that and what he might want me to do after the entire mess with the numbers of insane vampires was handled.
I was a hunter under his hire, and he even paid me with money I could only assume came from some past job he’d had while he was still alive. But what would come after I was done dealing with insane vampires?
I didn’t know how dark the political sphere of the world of night could get, and I was afraid to find out. 
I didn’t want to become a weapon or tool for Crowley, but rebelling against him seemed unwise at best. 
It was true that I had allies, but who would fill Crowley’s role if something happened to him, and how important was the role of the head-vampire? He was in charge of the clans in this district, implying there were other districts with other clans, but what did all of that really mean, and would I ever have to know anything about them?
Sometimes it was better to not know things. Innocence was a powerful shield, but it could also be a particularly potent weakness.
I shifted, curling up on my side and taking off my necklace so that I could stare at it as it rested innocently in the palm of my hand. A small shield that had been with me since my very start as the vampire hunter in this area.
My thoughts continued to swirl turbulently, though, leaving me unable to find any rest as more and more concerns seemed to appear within my mind.
What could be done about the vampires who weren’t insane but were dangerous? They didn’t deserve to die, but they also couldn’t be left to run around and attack people…
I frowned slightly, pressing my lips together as I continued to stare off into space in my steadily brightening room as the sun came up outside.
I definitely still had misgivings about this job and who I was working for, but as I let my fingers curl back over the necklace and my eyes drift shut, I knew I didn’t regret my decision either.
After all, I’d made so many friends and become so close to the vampires from various clans that I honestly didn't think I could ever let go of those attachments.
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Runs and trips and falls
(out of breath) may I please request hurt comfort with Idia (gender neutral reader) it doesn't matter what I'm a poor orphaned boy who must be fed
"only you"
Idia Shroud x GN!reader| oneshot
Summary- Idia seems to be avoiding you and you don't know why.
Cw- hurt/comfort, poor communication, Idia is bad with feelings, reader is yuu
Word count: 1622
A/N: we are so back chat, hope you enjoy!
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School was taking a huge toll on you. At one point you were just a regular college student, until you were transported to a completely different world. By some “luck” you still had to do school work. However everything was slightly altered here.
Going to Night Naven College was like being a black sheep among a herd of white sheep. Everyone knew what they were doing. You on the other hand were still trying to catch-up. You had no magic and little knowledge of anything that this world had to offer.
On top of that you were living in a run down dorm with just enough money to survive. To say you were tired was an understatement. However there was one light in your life that kept you going.
Idia Shroud. He was socially anxious, shut in who with no doubt could be a little rude sometimes was your best friend. You'd often spend your time at Ignihyde. You'd listen to the guy rant about some game he was playing or other times you two would just sit in a comfortable silence.
You don't know why but being around Idia calmed your mind. If you could describe him he'd be like the eye of a hurricane. The one safe and peaceful point. He was an anchor to you; he grounded you in this unfamiliar place.
You couldn't explain truly he just made you feel…human.
So when he started to ignore you. It hurt…real bad. He'd not pick up or return your calls at first. Not out of the ordinary he sometimes did that. He'd not reply to your texts, even after you clearly saw that he received your message. It honestly made you anxious.
Maybe you were reading way too much into it. That was until you were at a meeting that for some reason required you to be involved.
You smiled when you saw the familiar blue flames of hair. When you went to go talk to him however he just walked away. It shattered your heart in a way you couldn't understand.
He was ignoring you. And it stung so fucking bad. Your safe place was…ignoring you.
Soon that became the only thing you could think about. What could you have done to upset him? Did your usual teasing actually get him mad or upset bim? Did he hate you? You didn't know and it was driving you crazy.
You couldn't find a reason for Idia to just flat out start avoiding you. Seriously, what could you have done? Over time he stopped reading your messages all together.
It felt like a knife straight through your heart. Eventually you just focused on school, letting the work consume you. While you had other friends, yes , they didn't have the same bond you and Idia shared.
You tried to ignore the aching in your heart. The way you'd feel so empty when he wasn't around. It was weird. Felt so odd to not have him talk to you about some new niche anime or have him rest in your lap while you watched him play a game.
Those were moments you cherished. And you'd replay those memories over and over trying to search for where you screwed up , for why he'd start to distance himself
You groaned, you didn't know what you were doing. Maybe it's just your sleep deprived brain that dragged you here. You should turn back. But just as you decided of course you were stopped by a hand gripping into your uniform.
“[Name] what a wonderful surprise!” A voice chirped.
Your eyes widened before you turned the other way. “ Hi Ortho, I was actually about to get going sorry” you spoke, patting his head.
“Oh but, it's been so long since I've seen you! I'm sure my brother feels the same way why don't you come In please “
“Ortho wait..” Ah who were you kidding you couldn't resist the way his eyes looked so sad. You let him pull you along even if your insides are screaming to go the other way. Yet that small part of you went along because you missed being there.
“w-what are you doing here?” Squeaked a familiar voice.Your heart basically stopped actually seeing Idia. Your mouth felt dry and your legs started to shake. You didn't know why.
You didn't even realize tears started to fall down your cheeks.
Idia’s golden eyes widened in panic as he saw the tears streaming down your face. He froze, his nervous fidgeting intensifying as his hands gripped the edges of his hoodie like a lifeline. His blue flames flickered.
“I'm sorry— I just” you hiccuped. Embarrassed, you tried to wipe away your tears but they just kept falling.
“W-why the heck are you crying?” he stammered, his voice rising slightly in pitch. His gaze darted everywhere. You couldn't help but cry harder at his words. He awkwardly moved closer to you.
You didn't clock the fact you yourself were moving closer before you latched yourself into his body in a hug. Burying your face into his chest while you continued to sob uncontrollably.
The weight of every stressful event that has happened up until this point finally got to you, just seeing Idia was the tipping point. You were so exhausted truly. You sniffled into his hoodie as he awkwardly wrapped an arm around you. As if you were a fragile piece of glass and if he handled you wrong you'd shatter.
You pulled away enough to look Idia in his eyes, his yellow ones looked concerned and conflicted. “Why- have” you paused for a moment. “Why have you been ignoring me…” your voice cracked and it almost came out like a broken whisper.
“I- uh I… “ The house warden started. His mouth opened and closed but words never left him. He ran a hand through his hair struggling to come up with the right words.
His frown deepened when you started to cry a bit harder, hesitant he went to reach out for you. You let him pull you close to him again.
“Look It's not…you. It's just I thought it would be better if I just…” he mumbled eyes farting everywhere but your form. Your grip on his hoodie tightened.
“Why would that be better, why would ignoring me be better;,do you know how much that hurt me?” You choked. Idia cringed and just sighed. Guilt flashing across his face.
“I know …I know. I hurt you and I'm really really sorry I just…” words seemed to be caught in his throat. He couldn't explain how he felt to you. It was so nerve-wracking and he'd only make things worse. He hurt you, but you deserved to know.
He mumbled something under his breath , something you couldn't make out.
“What was that?”
“I like like you okay, like I want you to be part of my party way, like if we were in a dating sim your hearts would be maxed out time of like— and I just thought I'd never stand a chance and that you deserve someone who isn't so…me, that it would be better if you just would forget about me” He stammered out, pink creeping into his pale cheeks.
You were stunned and for a moment you could just stare at him. He flinched and looked away at your gaze.
“It just thought it would be easier…” he muttered just above a whisper. His golden eyes finally met you when you started to laugh through your tears.
“Idia you idiot! Why would I care about that?” You giggled breathlessly, wiping away your tears and you let out a sigh of relief.
“Well you're just so amazing [Name]! I'm some shut in who can't properly socialize, I'd mess everything up if I -”
Idia’s brain short-circuited when you cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. His hair flashed pink as your soft lips met his blue ones. He didn't know how to react. He could have died right there.
“I like you too you dummy, and I wouldn't have it any other way so…please don't shut me out again “ You said looking him in the eyes, your voice getting quieter at the last few words.
The house warden brought a hand to his lips and nodded. A small smile tugged at your lips and you couldn't help the small laugh that left your throat at his flustered state.
“But…”
“No buts, I don't want any ‘better’ I want you Idia, nothing is going to change that” you spoke softly, hands picking up his own. He opened his mouth but immediately shut it, not trusting himself enough for the right words to leave his mouth.
“Okay…I-I'm sorry for being a coward…” he mumbled the apology. You just smiled and shook your head. Sighing you leaned into him more and rested your head on his chest again.
Slender arms wrapped around you tightly, Idia rested his head on yours as well. You two stayed silent just matching one anothers breathing taking in each other. You were where you belonged. Your safe place. Your anchor.
“I love you” you whispered, but you made sure he could hear. The blush across his face became redder, embarrassed he buried his face in your hair. After a moment he had enough courage to respond.
“I…love you too…could you…kiss me again “ he spoke meekly. You giggled and cupped his face in your hands before pulling him into another kiss. This onez more soft and meaningful. The house warden basically melted in your touch.
“You're so cute, you know that” You teased, pulling away never letting go of his face. His hands rested on yours as his eyes looked around too embarrassed to meet your face.
“You're going to kill me…
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seumyo · 13 days ago
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I saw you wanted some requests!!
Could I request kissing Idia all over his face? I just feel like it’d be so funny to see his reaction
I hope you have a lovely day!!
idia shroud who’s doomed with lots of kisses.
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Idia was losing. Badly. And it wasn’t his fault—it could never be his fault—his teammates were just outright incompetent.
“Seriously? Who runs straight into the enemy’s trap without checking the map first?” he grumbled. “Do they even understand the concept of positioning?”
You were just lying on his chest, your body nestled comfortably against his as you watched him play. Your arms were wrapped around his torso, your face just inches from his, and you hummed a quiet tune to entertain yourself.
You were so close. Too close.
And yet... Idia didn’t mind. In fact, he kind of liked it.
He still couldn’t believe you two were like this now—so close, so comfortable. A year ago, he wouldn’t have even dreamed of letting someone into his room, much less on his bed. But now... it was his favorite thing in the world.
Especially when it was you.
Well, you were always the only exception to him whenever it came to almost anything.
Idia tried to focus on his game, his eyes glued to the screen as his character dodged another poorly timed attack from the enemy. “Are they... are they actually feeding the enemy team?! Oh my Sevens, I’m going to spam report them with all of my accounts.” He let out a dramatic sigh, his hair flickering with frustrated flames.
“Amateurs... all of them.”
“You get so worked up over your games,” you tease, your voice warm and affectionate.
He huffed, his eyes narrowing at the screen. “I-It’s because they’re so bad! I mean, seriously, who rushes into a 1v4 without backup?! Do they even know how to play?!”
You just smiled, your fingers gently tracing patterns on his chest. He wore his teal hoodie, the one you got him just because you can. “You’re cute when you get all frustrated.”
“They’re just... so ugh. It’s like they’ve never played a MOBA before.” His fingers moved with practiced precision, his character launching a series of attacks that wiped out two enemies in quick succession. “See? That’s how you do it. If I weren’t here, they’d be doomed.
You didn’t respond, your eyes still focused on him. Idia’s heart raced when he noticed, his fingers faltering on the controller. You were looking at him with that expression again—that sweet, adoring look that made his stomach burst with butterflies and his mind go blank.
He tried to ignore it, tried to focus on his game, but it was impossible. You were too close, too warm, too... loving.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“You look cute when you’re focused.”
He scoffed, his face heating up. “I don’t look cute. I look serious. Intense. Like a soldier.”
“You’re cute,” you insisted, laughing. “Very cute.”
His heart skipped a beat, his fingers faltering on the controller. He narrowly avoided an incoming ultimate skill, his character’s health dropping dangerously low. “H-Hey, don’t distract me!”
“But it’s fun.”
Idia rolled his eyes, sighing. “You’re supposed to be my co-pilot. Aren’t you supposed to be helping me win?”
“I am helping. I’m boosting your morale.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, right. Some morale boost...”
Before he could say more, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his chin.
Idia’s heart stopped.
His body went rigid, his breath catching in his throat. Your lips were warm and soft, lingering for just a moment before you pulled away as if it was the most common thing to do.
His character died on screen, the revival countdown flashing in bold white numbers. Idia barely noticed, his mind reeling from the sensation of your kiss.
“[Name]...?”
“I told you it was a morale boost.” How could you casually shrug this off?!
Idia stared at you. How did you two get here? How did he get to the point where he was lying on his bed with his girlfriend, cuddling up to him, kissing him like it was the most natural thing in the world?
More importantly, how did he get to the point where he was okay with it? Did he actually want you to be this close?
Your lips brushed his cheek, softer this time, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down his spine. Idia’s breath hitched, his fingers clenching around his controller.
“W-What are you doing?” His voice was embarrassingly weak, his heart pounding in his chest. God, how pathetic he sounded.
You, however, didn’t answer, your lips trailing along his cheekbones. Then you kissed his forehead, his nose, and even the little mole on his temple.
Idia’s hands trembled, his controller slipping from his fingers and falling onto the mattress beside him. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, his body moving on its own.
“I like watching you play,” you admitted quietly. “You get so focused. It’s adorable.”
He groaned, his head falling back against his pillow.
“You’re... evil...”
You laughed. “You’re just realizing that now?”
“You’re worse than players who don’t know how to cast their character’s ultimate combo.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You then leaned in and kissed him again, this time on the corner of his mouth.
His heart was pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it. You were so, so close now, your face just inches from his.
He swallowed hard. “You’re... really close...”
“Do you want me to move?”
“No.”
“Ok.”
He never thought he’d get to this point—never thought he’d find someone who accepted him, who cared for him, who wanted to be close to him. Someone who could understand him and make him feel as though he deserves to be loved unconditionally.
And yet, here you were, lying in his arms, your warmth seeping into him, your presence filling every corner of his heart.
“I... really like you.”
He likes saying it when he feels as though he needs to say it, which isn’t often, so it holds sentiment and tenderness.
“I like you too, Idia. Really, really like you.”
Idia was doomed. Completely, absolutely, undeniably doomed... and he never wanted to be saved.
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lifelongfan · 2 months ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, IDIA SHROUD!!🌹🎉
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He's so cute!! I love him just as much as I love Levi.🌹
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nosyp · 2 months ago
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Idia Birthday Special (smut🔞)
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A/N = i'm not good at writing smut yet so pls be nice... i promise i'll try to improve it. feedback is appreciated btw!
Warnings = smut, swallowing cum, blowjob (mdni)
Pairing = Idia Shroud x reader
Word count = 965 words
Idia sat at his desk, eyes glued to the screen of his computer as the clock ticked away. His fingers hovered above the keyboard, but the energy wasn’t there today—not for games, not for anything. It was his birthday, but it didn’t feel like anything special. The world outside his room continued on without him. Everyone else had plans, friends, celebrations. Idia, on the other hand, was alone—just like every year.
His family had sent him a few messages, but it didn’t feel the same as having someone to talk to face-to-face.  He stared at the blank screen, wondering why it mattered anyway. It was just another day.
The soft sound of footsteps interrupted his thoughts. Idia’s heart skipped a beat when the door to his room opened.
You stood there, a small, gentle smile on your face, your eyes warm with concern. "Idia? Are you okay?"
For a second, he froze, unsure what to say. He hadn’t expected anyone to visit him, let alone you. "I-I’m fine," he muttered, voice barely above a whisper. "Just… busy."
You stepped inside, shutting the door quietly behind you. "I don’t think you’re fine," you said softly, crossing the room to sit beside him on the bed. You were close—close enough for Idia to feel the warmth of your presence, but his anxiety kept him frozen in place. His fingers twitched nervously.
The silence between you two stretched for a moment before you spoke again. "Idia, it’s your birthday, right?"
He flinched, his chest tightening. He hadn’t expected anyone to remember. "It doesn’t matter," he whispered, looking down at his hands, his messy hair falling over his face as he tried to hide the slight flush on his cheeks. "It’s just another day."
You didn’t respond immediately, but instead, you reached out and gently lifted his chin so he had to look at you. His blue hair fell around his face, and his eyes avoided yours, but you could see the vulnerability in them—the way he held back, afraid of getting too close.
"It matters to me," you said, your voice soft but sincere.
Idia’s heart skipped a beat. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. You, of all people, cared? He didn’t know how to handle it, his brain scrambling for something, anything, to say in response.
Without giving him a chance to retreat back into his shell, you took his hand in yours, gently pulling him closer until he was sitting beside you. His body felt like it was on fire, his nervousness increasing with every passing second. He was used to being alone. Used to hiding away.
But with you… it felt different.
"Idia," you said, voice full of tenderness, "You don’t have to be alone. Not today. Not ever."
He swallowed hard, fighting the tears that threatened to well up in his eyes. His heart raced, and for once, it wasn’t out of anxiety. It was because of you. The gentle warmth of your touch, your presence… it made his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t explain.
You leaned in, your lips close to his ear, whispering softly, "Let me show you how special you are."
His breath caught in his throat. His mind raced with questions, doubts, and fears—this was real, wasn’t it? He wasn’t dreaming. But when you gently cupped his face and kissed him, all his thoughts shattered. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, but Idia could feel your warmth, your sincerity in the way your lips moved against his.
The kiss was soft, almost shy, but there was no denying the desire behind it. Idia’s hands trembled, but you encouraged him with a gentle touch, guiding him to relax. He was still so nervous, unsure of how to act, but you kept him close, your kiss growing deeper, more urgent.
He pulled away slightly, panting softly, his face flushed red. "I—I don’t know what I’m doing," he stammered, his voice shaky.
You smiled softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. "You don’t have to know everything, Idia. Just be with me. That’s enough."
Your words were enough to calm his racing heart. Idia’s hands found their way to your waist, still nervous but not pulling away. You kissed him again, more confidently this time, guiding him slowly, helping him find the rhythm. 
Then your hands slowly moved to his pants and you tugged them off, along with his underwear. And revealed his soft cock, it was pale and the tip was a beautiful shade of pink. Your hands then wrapped around his member and started to go up and down. Then, you leaned closer and licked a stripe up his cock. Without warning, you shoved it inside your mouth and started to bob your head up and down, evoking a groan out of him. 
“Mhhhh…” Idia moaned against his hands, the heat from your mouth warming him up.
You kept going on your pursuit and Idia’s moans grew faster and more intense. Until finally, he releases his fluids into your mouth, coating your throat in his cum. 
You swallowed his cum and then took off your pants as well. Then, you got up and shoved his cock deep inside you, riding him. You rolled your eyes as you bounced up and down his member, giving the friction you both needed. The closer you felt your high, the faster you went, desperately chasing the feeling. 
“A-ahh… I’m gonna-” you moan before cumming on his member and he followed, releasing inside of you. You then collapsed beside him on the bed.
He watched as you laid beside him and slowly, the realization sank into Idia’s mind—he understood now that, even if no one else remembered or cared, you would always love him, no matter what.
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