#idias pov

[bambies-art]

Day 11: colors

Cw suggestive

Everything makes me think about her now.

Chocolate. I can’t eat a chocolate bar without her eyes popping into my head. Those warm chocolate brown eyes that look at me like I’m something special. That crinkle so cutely at the corners when I make her laugh. That shine so warmly when the sun hits them just right, turning them a golden shade of brown I wish I could see more often. And her hair….when I see it swaying in the hallway I can always tell its her. The dark brown hair that I know is so soft from the few times I’ve worked up the courage to touch it. How it looks framing her face, berating myself internally for being too much of a coward to push that strand out of her eyes, her own hands coming up to run through it herself.

I can’t even escape into my games to get my mind off of her. Any dating sim I play now just makes me think of her. When I raise the pink affection bar and the characters start to blush I can’t help but roll my eyes and think how much better it looks on her. The soft pink tint that comes up on her cheeks when she gets shy about something or is excitedly yapping to me about it. But staring at her face raises the danger levels of looking at her lips. When she licks them they deepen into a darker pink, wet and enticing and entirely off limits.

I wasn’t even safe from her when I closed my eyes, trying to block out the feelings she kept stirring inside of me. The black still reminded me of her. Of those fishnets she wore all the time. The black lacing in intricate, pretty patterns over her thighs. The black corset she wears that accentuates her figure. Pushing up all her...assets and making it almost impossible not to let your eyes wander to them at some point during a conversation. I let out a groan as my head bangs down onto my desk

“Oh its so over for me”

[sleepypandazzz09]

Isn’t this pretty much what happened in Jade’s dream?

[lickthehilt]

rawr

birthday drawing for him and me but mostly it's for me...

[the-fab-fox]

Could you possibly do a Drabble with Idia x Reader with the cute pocky game you had going on?

@ Anonymous,

Thank you for the request. Literally no one has been requesting any so I was super excited to get yours. And it's Idia which tickles me. Lol.

I hope you enjoy and sorry about the wait. A lot of stuff came up. (I have gotten a lot more requests since the initial drafting of this. Also, I'll be making a collection of these on AO3 so if you'd like me to gift the fic to you, please drop your AO3 in the notes.)

Original Post

Without further ado—

Idia x f!Reader

[ One-Shot under the cut. ]

Idia was legit not surprised with how the game the Ramshackle Prefect introduced to them all had spread like wildfire throughout the campus.

They were teenagers, after all. Meat suits with raging hormones and maybe a couple handfuls of brain cells shared between the whole of the student body. And several of those brain cells were held in vice-like grips by specific singular students, making the overall pool of available brain cells even smaller for the rest of them.

The Ignihyde Housewarden was just glad that no one with half a brain would ever consider inviting him to play.

As if I'd want to? A game designed for normies who just want an excuse to suck face? No thanks! I'm good. He rolled his eyes. Tch, it's so cringe it hurts.

At least, that's what he continued to tell himself. If he didn't really buy his own words... well, that was his business and no one else's.

The problem wasn't the game itself, he supposed… if he really stopped to think about it. But he didn't want to think about it.

Ugh. Hope some new cringe fad comes out ASAP! This really triggers my rage.

He sighed as he watched his game load bar slowly inch toward completion. Because, of freaking course, the server would be hella saturated today of all days.

Groaning, he CTRL + ALT + DEL’ed out of the game rather than wait for it to load before exiting out.

This thing’s got me not even wanting to play my games. FML! This is the WORST!

He got up and jerkily opened his deskside food cabinet. Pulling out a random noodle cup, he slammed it onto his desk. Luckily, it wasn't hard enough to crush it. Much.

It was still functional, in any case, so whatever.

Smoothing out the cup as well as he could, he opened it and added some hot water from his electric kettle. Setting the lid over it once more, he idly played with the little ingredient packet as he grabbed a spoon from the little plastic drawer set on his desk.

Why can't these idiots think about anything, but making out and shit?

In reality, Idia knew why.

He was one of the idiots, after all. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone. In fact, he tried his very best to ignore it completely.

Admitting that he wanted to make out with someone would mean he'd have to think about the very person he wanted to make out with.

That person?

The one who had set this whole mess into motion.

“Meh,” he muttered, glancing at the little digital numbers at the bottom left hand side of his desktop screen. Meh, meh, meh.

After a few more minutes, Idia couldn't wait any longer. He pulled the top off the noodle cup and tossed it aside, giving it no mind to where it drifted. Ripping open the packet, he poured the ingredients in and used the spoon to stir them. Some of the broth spilled with how aggressively he stirred, which only further fueled his ire.

Damn it. Damn it all to Tartarus.

He began to eat, ignoring the slight crunch to the noodles as well as he could. He had just finished up his impromptu meal, downing both a small energy drink as well as half a bottle of water, when a sound rose in the air that he hadn't expected.

Knocking.

Glaring at his door, he was about to yell at whoever was on the other side to just leave him alone to his misery when he realized that there were only two people who would knock on his door.

The other Ignihyde students would never. If they needed to get ahold of him for any reason, they knew well they would need to contact him via technological means. Ortho-chan would just come right in. None of his peers outside the dorm would come to see him. He had no friends after all. Not really.

Well… maybe…

No. Especially not her. Like yeah, okay. She was like really sweet, and nice, and actually seemed interested in what he had to say when he went full fanboy and otaku mode, but that was just her being nice. Nothing more.

And yet, she was one of the two people who would be on the other side of that door.

The other was Crowley, but considering the fact that he was Crowley, the man would more likely just summon him to his office rather than pay a visit to his dorm.

Which meant it could only be the Ramshackle Prefect.

As if proving him right, another knock came upon the door, followed by the annoyingly cute sound of his crush’s voice.

“Idia? I know you're in there. Can I come in?”

What kind of event did I trigger? Idia sighed heavily. He hated this.

Somewhere along the line, Idia had come to realize that when it came to the otherworlder, he had a very hard—if not impossible—time denying her anything.

He brought his hands up to his face, letting out as quiet and muffled a groan as possible before pulling his hands away once more. Taking a shaky breath, he stood and crossed the space between his desk and the door.

The third year wondered if he should just ignore her. After all, if he didn't answer, she would have to leave at some point right?

“Idia Shroud!”

“Eep!”

“I'm not leaving until you let me in, mister!”

Idia tried and failed not to smile.

He could just picture her. Standing on the other side of the door, hands on her hips, glaring cutely at the door like some romance anime heroine.

For the love of STYX, why was she so freaking cute?

And why was she so determined to see him?

It made no sense.

Except that she likes and cares about you, another voice said. His mind, and the rest of him, silenced the thought as quickly as it came.

His face became a grimace and he decided that now was the time to get this visit over with, so that he could get back to his raging pity party.

Whatever she wanted couldn't take that long, right?

Just rip the bandaid and be done with it.

Spite forced his hand in the end. He unlocked and pulled the door open, his face still a deep scathing frown. The moment his eyes met those deep, warm brown eyes—however—he felt his demeanor and posture go shy.

“Ah, h-hey…” he said by way of greeting, with the smallest smile on his face. Then he remembered he was supposed to be annoyed, and tried to force the grimace once more. He wasn't sure if he managed, but the moment he took in the rest of her, he had to keep himself from laughing.

If he had to hazard a guess, he imagined he looked a lot more like the nauseous emoji rather than a scathing one.

The reason for his sudden urge to laugh was that the Ramshackle Prefect was, no cap, standing with a wide, determined stance with her closed fists on her hips as she looked up at him.

That made him feel off-kilter for a moment. He kept forgetting how short she was compared to him. She could still no doubt kick his ass TKO style, because who couldn't, if he was honest—but she was just so… fun sized and cute.

He longed to hug and cuddle her. He wanted to hold hands with her. Wanted to whisper soft couple things into her hair as he embraced her from behind. He wanted to keep her safe, since she didn't have any magic of her own. And to support her in whatever she wanted to do because, damn, this was a young lady who was going places. He wanted to beg her not to leave if a way was ever found, because who would he talk to then? (Other than Muscle Red, of course. But even then, this was different.)

“There! That's better isn't it? We can definitely talk better this way.”

Idia felt himself start to nod and smile along with her, before shaking his head and frowning.

“What do you want?”

Her brows rose and slowly she began to frown. Then her brows knit together and her stance became even more stern than before.

“You won't talk to me like that, Idia! No, sir. We're friends, remember? Besides, I brought you a gift. Doncha wanna know what it is?”

Idia felt his conviction slip.

A gift? For him? Had he really triggered some kind of event?

He frowned.

If it had been anyone else, he would have thought it was a trap. The problem was, it wasn't anybody else.

It was the girl of his dreams.

“Why?” He heard himself ask. He frowned, but he wasn't sure if it was at the situation itself or himself. “Why would you get me a gift?”

The Prefect sighed, now crossing her arms. Idia called himself several kinds of idiot.

That stance is never a good one in anime and manga.

Now he'd likely ruined everything, and she was going to leave, and he'd be in an even worse funk than before.

“I already told you, Idia. We're friends. Sometimes friends give each other gifts. And I care about you. Gift giving is a great way to support the people you care about.” She then grinned. “Or just chock it up to the fact that I wanna. Okay? Now—” She fell silent and only continued when Idia looked up, into her unfairly gentle and pretty eyes. “Can I please come in?”

Idia said nothing. He just scoffed under his breath and moved aside, ignoring the rush of affection he felt as she quickly moved into his room. That quickly turned to dread as he suddenly realized how much of a pig sty his room truly was.

Shit, shit, shit.

She didn't seem to notice, however. In fact, she didn't even seem to look around. She just turned back to him and the moment he closed the door, she moved in closer and closer.

Was she about to go plot twist villain on him? Well, he supposed there were worse ways to go than being murdered by a ridiculously beautiful girl in a school girl uniform.

“W-What are you—”

She stopped in front of him and rummaged in her book bag before pulling out a rectangular, shiny yellow box. He frowned.

He was a little ashamed to admit it, but he already knew what it was from the sight glimpse.

A box of Pocky.

A box of banana-flavored Pocky.

His favorite.

“What are you—”

She said nothing, only smirking as she opened the box, then the unopened package inside. Pulling one out, she held it up as she held his gaze.

“I'm guessing you've heard about the game?” She asked, though it wasn't really a question. She knew he knew it well. “Wanna play it with me, Idia?”

There was something new there. A sort of hint of something. A variation.

He would never vocalize his guess, but if he wasn't mistaken, it sounded a lot like flirting.

“M-me?”

She groaned and threw up both hands, the Pocky rising with the one that held it.

“You're not as dumb as you like to think, Idia—about people, I mean.”

She held his gaze firmly. He just continued to stare dumbly at the shorter girl. Slowly, it dawned on her that he had absolutely no clue what she was talking about.

“Okaaay… so you don't get it.” She sighed. “Fine. I'll tell you. In a way that even you won't be able to find a single way to deny it.”

Idia just blinked.

“I like you, Idia. A lot. And I want to be more than friends. But you're also really skittish. I only introduced the game in the hopes that I'd be able to play it with you, and the kiss would tell you the rest.”

Idia just stared. And stared some more.

She sighed, moved in closer, and held up the Pocky.

He took it without thinking.

“If me being your girlfriend is something you are on board with, play the game with me…”

Idia didn't think he had ever put anything into his mouth as fast as he did the Pocky.

There it was, just the tip of the flavored part of the cookie stick held between his lips. It was worth it, though. The Prefect smiled so brightly, a light tinge of pink coloring her cheeks.

“So you do like me!”

He sighed. Here it came.

Time for the ridicule to commence in 3, 2, 1—

“I'm glad.”

That's what I thought you'd say, because duh—wait what?

“You're… glad? Why?” It wasn’t easy to talk with a piece of pocky being held by his lips, but through luck or maybe he had a high enough stat, he managed.

She sighed. This time, however, it sounded fond.

“If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you.” She then beamed and Idia felt himself mirroring her without his consent. “But I'll give you a hint.”

She then closed the remaining space between them, took the other end of the Pocky in her mouth, and quickly nibbled through it until she'd reached his end.

Idia was pretty sure he short circuited for a moment. He blinked rapidly until he was finally able to register what was happening.

The Ramshackle Prefect had kissed him. Was kissing him.

Their lips were still touching.

He swallowed the bit of banana Pocky in his mouth and closed his eyes tight. He'd never kissed anyone before, except his mom and his figurines and—though he would take it to his grave—a couple of his character and idol body pillows when he was feeling particularly needy.

Still, he let instinct take over and did his best to match her actions.

Pulling away, he opened his eyes to meet her gaze.

“I knew you liked me back. Thank you for finally telling me.”

Idia blushed. He felt his throat trying to work, but all that came out was something like squealing—but less cute and more strangled.

Apparently, the Ramshackle Prefect had no trouble finding it endearing, if the fond smile on her face was any indication. Then a conspiratorial grin slipped onto her face.

“So what do you think about the game from my world?”

Idia had liked it. He was pretty sure she knew it too. She just wanted to hear him say it.

Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to do that just yet. Instead, he let some of his hair fall forward to obscure his face as he brought his index fingers together, tapping them against each other a few times.

“I don't… um… not really sure.” He cleared his throat, trying to speak up, but mumbling worse instead. “Maybe we should try it again… a few times… just to get a good sample size…”

The smile that radiated off her face in that moment took Idia to a whole other realm. His room no longer felt so gloomy and depressing. It looked brighter somehow.

His attention was immediately snapped back to the short Prefect, who still stood very close. He blushed as he realized how close, before reminding himself that they'd just kissed, which had been a hell of a lot closer. That only caused him to blush more deeply as the realization sunk in.

She had kissed him.

Him!

And he had, technically, kissed back.

His face felt like it was radiating heat.

She giggled and pulled out another Pocky stick, putting the cookie tip in her mouth. She then raised her brows and grinned.

A clear invitation.

It was one of the only invitations Idia had gotten for anything (outside of gaming) that he immediately RSVP’d on.

As they kissed, Idia felt his muscles loosen and his body warm. At some point, long after the cookie was gone, petite arms wrapped around his neck as his hands awkwardly settled upon her waist. He had successfully passed the surprise event and achieved the Best Ending.

Maybe I can convince her we'll need to go through the whole box, just to be absolutely sure I like the game.

He smiled into the kiss at the thought.

[toreii]

Idia: “Hm? Something is ringing.”

Malleus: “Ah…it’s this fellow.”

Malleus: “Apparently, it’s hungry. Now then, what kind of food should I give it today…”

Idia: “WOAH!!!! THAT’S GAO GAO DRACON-KUN! FIRST GEN!!”

Malleus: “Oh, you know of this?”

Idia: “I know about it, but I played the generation that had color LCDs.”

Idia: “Wow, first generation model. There are still people playing those.”

Malleus: “…Yeah. It broke a few times, but I’ve had it repaired.”

Malleus: “I won’t neglect its maintenance……I will cherish it for a long, long time.”

Idia: “Aaah, if Dracon-kun is well cared for, it will be very happy.”

Malleus: “……Hehehe. I hope everyone feels the same.”

Idia: “Huh? Everyone…?”

[husbandograveyard]

Hello! For the event, could I please have V from the fluff alphabet for Idia Shroud? Thank you!

Another Idia! Thank you for asking. Hope you enjoy!

2nd person POV. GN reader. No warnings, just fluff

V- Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

For Idia, it is quite a struggle to get into a relationship in the first place. His introverted nature, the curse that rests on his family, he is just not really looking for someone, and then you came along and everything changed. 

Because Idia struggles making deeper connections, whenever he does establish one, he cares about that person intensely. And the same goes for you. His relationship with you will be quite important to him, definitely being there somewhere at the top. 

That does not mean he will just abandon everything and everyone just for you. He will gladly skip out on work, housewarden duties and others for you, but you cannot possibly ask him to leave his gaming, anime or other fandom just for you. If anything, he will want you to join in on some of his hobbies, whether it’s cuddling up on bed as you watch a new release, or gaming together with him (if you’re not the gaming type, he will be more than eager to teach you the rope of some of his more simple and cozy favorites). 

The biggest proof of this is the way he will contact you throughout the day. Rest assured that he will provide you with the newest phone, sending you updates and texts throughout the day. He’ll even call -sometimes even video call- with you. Even if he’s not up to be out and social, he’ll still be with you in some type of way, that’s how much he cares.

This is part of my AB(C)-Day event! Click here to join!

[teddiibear444]

[f-smutt-fitzgerald]

Not that anyone asked for it, but what would you guys think of a TWST cyberpunk AU where Idia is the main villain?

Like... Hear me out, in a world where everything is run by technology and everyone has cybernetic enhancements... Idia could absolutely fuck some shit up.

[the-shroud-brothers-blog]

HAHAHAHA I LOVE IDIA AND ORTHO SM, btw me and Ortho have the same b-day, August 14 bestiessss

We have the same birthday? That’s SOOOO cool

…hi…

(Ooc: but like that’s actually so cool tho, my birthday is the closest to the Leech twins. 10/10 would hug ortho and okay video games/watch anime with Idia

[gloomyronin]

"W-What about cats d-do you like?"

Wha- I. I mean, what's not to like??

I mean, they're GREAT emotional support, fluffy buddies, they do that mrrrp thing when you scritch behind the widdle earsy wearsies!... PLUS they don't require constant attention like dogs do! Bonus for me, wheeheehee~

[theoneofmanyofficial]

A different version of a scene I wrote in my fanfic (and yes, all the events did happen in the fanfic's timeline):

[Note: Everyone already graduated from NRC. They just hang out with each other once in a while.]

Jade, about how much food (with mushrooms) he made: I was so inspired that I made too much

Grim, suspicious: How much is too much? It's not another three months of mushrooms again, is it?

Ace: Three?! More like a year of mushrooms!

Deuce, still having nightmares about it: Mushrooms for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for three months. Even asking Epel, Jack, and Ortho for backup wasn't enough to finish all of them

Idia, in the background: ...So that's why Ortho was insistent on making me eat mushrooms

Grim, upset: Sebek didn't even answer his phone once!

Sebek, angry: Because the last time I answered any of your guys' calls, Ortho almost blew me up when I arrived!

Ortho, scolding: That's why we told you to enter through the back door, Sebek!

Sebek: WHAT BACK DOOR?! You people were in the middle of the ocean!

Jack: Good thing Ruggie and those kids were happy to take all those mushrooms off our hands.

Ruggie, proud: And we ate real good that week!

Jade, sadly: Did I not make enough? I would have made more if Floyd didn't throw me out the window.

Floyd, glaring at Jade: And I'll do it again!

Jade: No, I definitely didn't make enough

Azul, barging into the room at max speed: I think you made quite enough, Jade!

Silver:

Silver, knowing they had his number and could contact him for any reason:

Silver, realizing he never told any of them that he enjoys eating mushrooms: :')

[lotusssa]

idia shroud thjng i wrong that i'm still proud of,,, fheres no confext pls dont ask

[poisoned-pearls]

wanting to write a fic set one year in the future of twst for azujami is tough bc neither of those motherfuckers have a ton of friends. What do I have? The twins? Ruggie? Riddle? That lowkey feels like all I’ve got. Maybe ace, for basketball, but still.

[potatotrash0]

this BITCH making me go to hard pity after already hitting it on malleus…in character but GOD

[kenniilovesthethicc]

I am never rendering fire textures again 😁👍

[husbandograveyard]

Hello and happy late birthday (its Nov 8 here now)! Can I get Idia from twisted wonderland and the fluff letter F? Thank you.

Thank you so much for the bday wishes! I am so happy to have written so much Idia for this event? This one turned out less fluffy than the others because of the subject matter, so heed the warnings!

2nd person. Gn reader. cw: fighting, yelling, silent treatment. Idia is a terrible communicator.

 F - Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Idia is really not that confrontational in a relationship. He is not a great communicator, especially in the first stages of the relationship, and he doesn’t have super healthy coping mechanisms when it comes to conflict. It’s something that will take time and effort from your side, but he is definitely willing to work on it. He just needs some time. Idia bottles up his emotions like a pro, choosing to vent online to anonymous forums more than talking it out with you (he’ll get better at it, again- give him time). When either of you does snap, it escalates pretty fast, all those bottled up emotions coming out at once and exploding in your face.  Idia is the king of silent treatment, especially after a fight. It’s not that he wants to punish you or manipulate you, just that he really doesn’t know what to say or do to make it up to you. He was regretting it the minute the fight started, but too stubborn to back down, and now he is too anxious to confront you again. He is very easy to forgive (especially if he is the one that started the fight), but he is the worst about taking initiative about it. He’d rather just be silent for a bit, and then pick up where you left of without talking about it, even though he knows that that’s not the best option to go about it.

Generally, you’ll have to sit him down and have some serious conversations with him. Pick good moments and don’t push him too much. He will be listening and he is willing to learn, but he’s so used to being alone and only interacting online, that his immediate reactions will not be the ones that work well IRL.