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Dating Headcanons: Idia Shroud

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° So sorry for the lack of posting and activity! the semester is ending and i've just been having massive writers block recently. I started this headcanons back in the midst of October, well, now its late November. Requests are currently open, I need some inspiration or prompts right now. Some of these are generic Idia headcanon's so, beware! + not proofread (P.S thank you for 40 followers!)

He is an incredibly jealous person. He probably gatekeeps you. He’s not the type to say anything, let alone do anything when he sees someone, whether it be a friend or an acquaintance but when you turn your back, in his mind he’s currently berating himself or nit-picking the other person. Perhaps both. He's muttering under his breath, quiet enough you can't really decipher he's saying; but enough to know he's talking about you. Either way, he’s 100% a nonsharer in the yumeshipping universe. At least with you he is. 

Let’s not forget he feels absolutely undeserving of you. Of course he would. He’s the textbook definition of a hikkikomori. You could have anyone in the world, so why him? He finds himself staying up with this question a lot. Especially in the beginning of your relationship with him. He feels incredibly guilty. I see him struggling with doubt when you first date him. After all, what if this was some sort of elaborate prank on him? As a result, he's extremely hesitant at first, even if he agreed to dating you.

Honestly? Idia is very touch starved. If you consider his major isolation, he probably just gives himself a hug to feel something. However, he’d never realized he had been so touch starved until he met you. Even when you brush your shoulders or hands against his just makes his heart skip a bit. He would never ask for affection, just hope you’d read his mind. But Idia isn't a fan of PDA, not at all. He doesn't like how it "draws attention". Though, I find him holding your hand if he finds himself jealous with another person, or he'd cling onto you like you're some safety net when he feels anxious amongst big, bustling crowds that overstimulate him.

He would also be into praising. Not those half-assed compliments like: “You’re amazing!”. But he’s absolutely into through complimenting that praises him from head to toe; such as, “Idia you’re an amazing person, you know that? You’re so-” then you go into such specific details about what you like about him. It boosts his ego, by like- a lot. He’ll repeat it like a mantra. It makes him so giddy that it makes his whole day. He will never forget the words you’ll say.

In the beginning, Idia is extremely passive. He doesn’t initiate at all, I’d also feel like he’d have trouble reciprocating. Sure, he has years of experience for romance with the amount of media he consumes starting with romance anime to otome games. However, when he’s confronted by it? He freezes up; he doesn’t know how to respond. Though, later on your relationship, he learns to become more assertive and reciprocative as he grows more comfortable with you.

You'll be constantly pursuing him at first, honestly? Dating Idia might be draining at first. You'd be initiating 90% while he reciprocates with 10%. It's somewhat toxic at first (I find it more realistic tbh) but trust me, Idia loves you hard, appreciative of everything you do for him. However, his negative mindset overtakes him easily without Ortho or yourself giving reassurance. Theres so many “what ifs” and scenarios he puts into his head, he ends up doing nothing as a result.

He enjoys giving gifts and keeps in mind what you like or don’t like. This is only exclusive to the people he cares about or extremely fond of by the way, which isn’t many. Make sure you express your gratitude by telling how nice the gift is, indirectly though, otherwise he’d get too flustered or overthink that you’re being ingenuine about it.

He associates items with you, a lot. He finds himself looking back on a game you played once before, maybe less than an hour. He’s not one to admit he’s a sentimental person, though, his actions speak louder. He’s one to keep every single thing that you’ve given him. From big extravagant gifts to small, unperfected paper crafts or origami. Hell, he’s the type to look back at nonsensical doodles you were mindlessly creating inside of his notebook or on his tablet.

I feel like Idia wouldn’t hesitate to establish boundaries immediately considering how straightforward he is. (+ he literally tells you to stop and is clearly annoyed when you tap on him too much for one of his voicelines.) The miscommunication trope in fiction absolutely frustrates him to the maximum, so he tries to avoid it as best as he can. But Idia isn’t perfect. As he overthinks every scenario, the miscommunication trope can be inevitable at times.

Given how he’s the literal “Zero to Hero” trope in Book 7, I assume he’d be the type to mindlessly daydream about saving you from some textbook villain. I guarantee you, he’s most definitely pacing around his room, maladaptive daydreaming about you as he listens to music. He does this hours on end until he realizes he stayed up all night thinking about you.

He draws you, could be little portraits about you, or outfits he’d love to see in you. Maybe astonishing scenery with you being the main focus. Unfortunately for you, he keeps it well hidden. It doesn’t matter how good it is, nor how proud he can be about the drawing. He’s just- incredibly embarrassed. Maybe he’ll reveal them after marriage, if you ever do, that is.

Despite how self-aware and an absolute prodigious genius he is, sometimes he'd get so lost into his own work; he outright ignores you. (This also includes how he LITERALLY neglects himself, especially when he's super locked in to making something. Referring to his SR Star Sending Card.) More specifically, he's the type to be dismissive when he's too immersed into a project or videogame.

He's avoidant. I think a lot of people know that. He does it intentionally though. Literally and emotionally. The moment you bat your eyes off him, he's gone! Knowing how Idia is extremely closed off and would rather keep to himself, I'd feel like whenever he's tense or experiencing a depressive episode, he'd more so used to bottling up his emotions, keeping to himself. He's stubborn in a way, refusing to open up even if you demand it. You're better off being patient with him and most importantly, attentive. Sometimes he'd beg you to keep him company, nothing more than that. You can mind your own business, as long as you're in his proximity during these episodes of his. Of course, he'll learn eventually when to open up to you when he's comfortable enough. Give or take more than 7 months bare minimum.

Head Over Heels! Loser In Love!

Summary: After Idia had recoginized his feelings for you, Idia nervously invites you to test out a modded version of a game as an excuse to see you again. Yet through unspoken feelings, you two are still friends.

“Come over to Ignihyde.” Deleted. Too blunt.

“Hey, I need help with a game-mechanic.” Deleted. Lame excuse. 

“Wanna test something on co-op?” He sends, before overthinking again.

When you reply, “I’ll be there in five minutes.” He almost threw his phone at the wall. Five minutes?! That’s not even enough time to hide his snack wrappers or clear the boxes of Precipice-Moirai merchandise inside the closet!

 He sighed hopelessly, distressed by his situation. It wasn’t long ago that he realized his feelings for you, reminding himself to always keep a distance to himself. Yet, he’d find himself missing you for nights without end, keeping himself awake just by the thought of you. 

He sat on the edge of his bed. “... What the hell am I gonna do?” He asked himself as he internally berates his own impulsivity.

By the time you knock, he opens his door, pretending as if he wasn’t just speed-cleaning his whole dorm. His closet is surrounded by boxes filled with different types of merchandise, his bed, unkept. And the floor was still littered with crumbs. 

“...I hope I’m not early?” You replied. Promptly entering his room before Idia closes the door behind you.

“No. You’re exactly.. On time.” He before gesturing to his chair for you to sit in while he stands behind you.

Two monitors faintly glow blue, plastering a co-op lobby screen in front of you. You read the title, "StarCrossed Valley” A farming life simulation game that also works as a semi-dating sim. 

You look at Idia’s direction, “... Isn’t this a single-player game?” You asked.

“Yeah, I modified it a little though. I- uh- modified it where you can co-op the story… It's totally experimental. Yeah, totally for research too.” 

You smiled, “So, I’m your test player?”

He nods, his eyes darting towards you and the screen; like he’s too afraid to stare too long at neither. His heart beat grew louder by the minute to the point he could hear it himself. You were this man’s weakness point. A point so weak that it was dangerous for him to just be around you now. He felt like a lovesick loser in one of his dating games he often played. 

A few minutes pass by, the room filled with a comfortable silence. The clacking of the keyboard with the murmurs of instructions as Idia goes over the modded version of the game; sitting down at the edge of his bed with his tablet in hand. Then, your in-game avatars meet together underneath the pixelated night sky.

‘There’s a new interaction event.” He looked in your direction, “You can either talk to your partner" he mumbles, “... or hold their hand.”

You glance at him, the faint blue light of the monitor hits his face. “Well, what happens if you pick it?” You asked quietly.

His hands hovered over his tablet, “Oh- I didn’t expect you’d ask that.” He sputtered.

“You didn’t?”

“No… Because I already know what I’d choose.” 

You press your key as you can hear the faint tap of his finger pressing his tablet simultaneously. On screen, the two characters hands reach out, meeting each other beneath the stars. 

The room is silent with the faint hum of the PC. He swallowed his tongue, “O-Oh uh, it works."

Smiling, you replied, "Yeah, it does!"

A small tinge of pink appeared at the ends of Idias hair, looking away bashfully with an overwhelming feeling of bewildering happiness stirred within him. The kind he’d only seen in stories and coded into video games. The kind he had never thought to experience before meeting you. Really, how will he handle these feelings with his newfound feelings?

END 

One Last Halloween With You

Summary: Skully J Graves commemorates time with you, desiring to spend time with you once more before he loses it all.

Genderneutral, no use of Y/N, can be seen as romantic or platonic, slightly bittersweet, spoilers for the nightmare before christmas event, 1200+ word.

The lanterns swayed gently in the wind, their candlelight washing the cobblestone streets in shades of gold and orange. The autumn wind carried the faint scent of smoke and caramel sweeping through, sweeping through the busy streets of Uzumimura (1) and beside you, Skully J Graves. His hands were behind his back, the faint glow of the lanterns tracing the edges of his sharp smile. He looked like he’d stepped straight out of an old memory, yet somehow unbearably distant. 

You slowed your pace to match his, watching the way the festival lights reflected in his eyes. “You always know the best places to go,” you said.

He smiled faintly. “I grew up here after all.”

There was a strange softness in his voice, the kind that made you wonder just how many Halloween’s he’d seen pass through this little town. The crowd ahead was lively. Children chasing each other in costumes, merchants calling out over the chatter, and paperbats swaying from their strings above the rooftops. 

Skully moved through it all with confidence, slipping between conversations and laughter like he belonged to every story being told that night. People greeted him with fond smiles and easy words. Returning every greeting with a wave, but each time he turned away, there was a brief flicker of stillness in his expression.

He stopped beneath one of the trees, the crimson leaves drifting down like sparks around him. For a moment, neither of you said anything. The quiet felt heavy, not uncomfortable in particular but rather- full of things unsaid.

Skully tilted his head back, staring up through the branches of the silver moon caught between them.

“You know,” he began softly, his voice nearly lost to the rustling leaves, “I’ve always loved Halloween. The scares, the tricks but..” He paused, his grind faltered. “... this year felt a lot more special.”

You turned toward him, searching his face. “Really? How?”

You felt like you already knew the answer but you wanted to hear from him.

He chuckled, but there wasn’t much joy in it. “Because I know it’s the last one- I mean, the last Halloween I’ll spend with you.”

Your breath was caught. The words felt like the chill of autumn itself, beautiful, but fleeting. Before you could say anything, the wind stirred again, and with it came the faint sound of busy laughter fading down the street, the festival beginning to thin, the night growing heavier. Skully’s eyes lingered on the flickering lanterns.

“Guess it’s almost time,” he murmured.

You took a step closer, “Time for what?”

His grin returned, but it trembled. “For my story to end, where yours keeps on going.”

Before you could respond, the air shimmered. Slowly unraveling color and sound. The streets of Uzumimura began to blur, lanterns stretching into ribbons of light, laughter dissolving into a hollow echo. You reached out instinctively, but your hand passed through the cool night air.

“Thank you,” he said. “For giving me one more Halloween worth remembering.”

Then he faded.

When you open your eyes, you appear in Foothill Town. A faint smell of burnt pumpkin candle wax lingered in the air, though no one could remember why. 

Sebek blinked, looking around with mild confusion. “This is… Foothill Town?”

Jamil folded his arms, brows furrowed. “We were here for the used book market, weren’t we?”

Azul nodded slowly, “Yes, but… it feels like something else happened”

Jade’s usual calm expression flickered with uncertainty. “I remember laughter. Lanterns. Perhaps? But it’s vague- Like a dream.”

You hesitated, searching your own mind. “I felt like I did something- something important. But… I can’t remember what.”

The group exchanged uncertain glances, but the fog in your memories refused to clear. The fragments of warmth, of light, of a voice are all gone before you could grasp them.

“Well,” Leona sighed, straightening his collar, “Whatever it was, it’s over now. We should return to the campus.”

Everyone agreed. And so, together, you made your way back to Night Raven College, the sound of your footsteps echoing faintly against the stone path. When you reach the gate, you happen to cross with headmaster Crowley. His usual flair is on full display.

“Welcome back my dear students!” Crowley announced cheerfully, balancing something large and wrapped in cloth under his arm. “Why, all of you traveling together, how touching! Is it a miracle? I hope you guys enjoyed yourself well!”

The group groaned in unison. But your attention was caught on what he was carrying. “Headmaster,” you asked, “what’s that?”

He beamed. “Ah! I found this while cleaning out one of the storage rooms. A very old portrait- quite the rare treasure!”

He pulled away the cloth, revealing a canvas dulled with age. The paint was cracked, but the figure it depicted remained clear: a white-haired boy wearing some glasses and a grin that seemed alive.

“This,” Crowley declared proudly, “is Skully J Graves! A graduate of Night Raven College from several centuries ago! It’s said he was the one who transformed Halloween from a small town into a celebration known across Twisted Wonderland!” 

He smiled, brushing the dust from the frame. “Some even call him the King of Halloween.

The others leaned in curiously, murmuring among themselves.

Something inside you twisted painfully. You didn’t even recognize the man. Not his name, not his face, but your heart gave a small inexplicable ache. You didn’t know why your eyes burned or why your throat felt tight. 

You stared longer than the others.

His grin looked… kind. Familiar, somehow- but every time you tried to remember why, the thought slipped away like mist. 

Grim tugged at your sleeve. “You okay? You look weird.” 

You blinked and forced a small smile. “Yeah. Just- tired.”

You turn to leave, and the group follows, the sound of their voices fading down the corridor.  Behind you, the portrait remained; a boy with pale hair and eyes full of mischief, captured forever in stillness. The sunlight fell across his face, soft and fleeting. And though you would never remember him, a tear slipped down your cheek without you knowing why.

Later that night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, that hollow ache in your chest lingered like a name you’d once whispered in another life. When you finally sleep, the wind carries the faintest echo of laughter. It was soft and distant, but it brushed against your dreams like a memory trying to reach you. 

You didn’t stir. 

Skully sat perched on a tree branch beneath a sky of drifting leaves, watching the world below. The laughter, the lanterns, and the students who had long forgotten his name. It was the same Halloween he once knew, only brighter, louder, alive without him.

“They’ve forgotten,” he said, his voice barely more than a breath. Then, softer, a faint smile surviving his lips, “... But they still miss me.”

The wind caught his words and carried them into the night. Silence followed. Gentle, endless. Only the faint scent of caramel and smoke lingered, clinging to the autumn hair like a memory that refused to die.

(1): Uzumimura is considered his home town I think? At least on the Twisted Wonderland Wiki / JP version it says. However it can also be considered Halloween Town I think. I’m not sure lol.

I kinda rushed it in the midst of it, trying to get this out on the day of Halloween stressed me out badly. As of right now, I am sick so I really had to push myself to do this. Currently this is the longest fanfic I ever did so I changed it into smaller text (I also like the presentation of it so I might keep it like this for future fanfiction.

An All Hallows Eve With You

Summary: It’s the day before Halloween. The Savanaclaw dorm revels with laughter and firelight. Yet, a well-familiar beastman keeps to himself. You and Leona know each other well. It is up to you to perceive whether you are friends, dating, or something else.

The Savanaclaw dorm was louder than usual that night. The raucous laughter and the crackling of the bonfire outside echo faintly through the stone walls; celebration and mischief in the air.

But Leona’s room was like an island apart. Lit with a flicker of a single lantern. You find him laying on his bed, as always with his arm over his eyes; his tail flicking lazily. He doesn’t stir when you walk in. 

“You’re skipping the festivities” You murmur, closing the door behind you.

“Tch. Don’t see the point of dressing up. Half of the school’s already jumpy around me as is.” He replied, voice muffled by his arm. 

You smile softly, setting a small pumpkin shaped pastry on the table. A peace offering or maybe an excuse to be near him. He doesn’t look at it. You know he probably won’t eat it either. You sit beside him anyway.

Outside, someone howls, laughter or perhaps a ghostly echo. The silence between the two of you hums, alive and waiting. Until Leona shifts, lowering his arm, eyes half-lidded and impossible to read as the lantern glows.

“You don’t scare easily, huh?” 

“Not really.” You replied.

“Guess that’s why you’re still here.” 

You blink. He’s looking at you now. For once, there’s no teasing or edge in his tone; but a loneliness that sounds all too familiar.You could say something then. You could tell him what’s been weighing in your chest for months. That you wish he’d stop hiding behind that lazy drawl, the desire to see him let down his guard, or to remind him you care.

But you don’t. The words stick, swallowed by the soft crackle of smoke curling through the room. Instead, you lean back, and his tail brushes your wrist. Neither of you move away.

“You say that like you don’t want me around.”

“Didn’t say that.” His tone is flat, but the pause after it says more than he means to. The lantern crackles softly. The scent of smoke and dry grass hangs in the air. 

“Do you ever think,” you murmur, “you make it too easy for people to leave?”

“... People leave no matter what you do.” He turned away, his voice quieter now with a tone that sounded like regret.

His eyelids lower again, and you watch as he drifts somewhere between waking and dreaming. The silence grows soft around you. You rest your hand lightly against his in a show of comfort. Surprisingly, he doesn’t pull away. But when you whisper his name, he pretends to not hear. 

Later that night, when you finally doze beside him, Leona opens his eyes again. The lantern light trembles against his face, turning gold to ash. He watches you for a long while, the rise and fall of your chest, the faint smile still clinging to your life, before he lets his own expression soften. Just barely.

“...Happy Hallow’s Eve.” He whispered under his breath, too quiet for you to catch.

And then he closes his eyes, letting the words vanish with the candlelight, like every other feeling he’ll never say aloud. 

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Hello everyone, this is part 2 of my little scenario October series. Leona is something I struggle a lot with writing (despite his similarities with Idia). So it took me a while, I attempted to show his issues by using subtext AKA his depression, self-esteem, loneliness, etc. However, I found it underwhelming in the end. Maybe it's my writer's block? I don't know, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless of my dissatisfaction.

Your Pulse, My Curse, Our Forever.

Summary: A curse, a heartbeat, and the boy who wished he could hit reset. Only to learn some loops never end.

Vignette

Warning: Book 6 spoilers, angst, overblot, self-sacrifice, implied su1c1de,

They say every curse demands a heartbeat.

Yours just happens to match his. 

Idia Shroud had long since learned to live like a ghost. Breathing, but never living. Speaking, but never connecting. Ever since his brother’s death, the world had become something he only observed through a flickering screen. Safety was isolated. Distance was controlled. An absolute recluse who sought no interaction with others since then. 

He told himself that his curse, his “gift” was the reason to stay away. It was safer for everyone if he remained alone in his room behind the blue glow of his monitors.

But then there was you. 

You, who didn’t look at him with any contempt in your eyes. 

You, who welcomed him in with a warm heart.

You, whose heartbeat somehow aligned with his; unwanted, undeserved, yet fated. 

He never meant to drag you into his curse

He never meant to let it tie you so deeply to him that even the gods above couldn’t tell where he ended and you began.

To hell with the Shrouds, he thought.

To hell with this family of burdens and ghosts, with the chains disguised as blessings.

If he hadn’t been born with this cursed soul… Maybe- just maybe, this would’ve never happened.

Your body was still.

Unmoving.

Your pulse, a whisper.

Your skin pale, smeared with soot and blood, your uniform torn and stained beyond recognition. 

He fell to his knees beside you, trembling hands reaching but never quite daring to touch. His flames dimmed, flickering violently as if even his own magic mourned you.

“This is my fault,” he whispered, voice cracking like static. “I told you to stay away. I told you- I-”

But you never listened. You never listened. 

You stayed. You reached for him. You saved him from himself, even when it cost you your life.

And now, as the overblot consumed the world in black fire, Idia understood the cruel symmetry of it all.

Every curse demands a heartbeat.  Yours had always been his. 

He pressed his forehead to yours, tears burning trails down his face he whispered your name– again, and again, until it lost all meaning.

If this was what it took to be close to you…

Then let the curse take him, too.

Let the world end with your heart against his.

Yours, his– bound forever.

Hello! I wanted to do something different with my writing style. Also, was getting tired of writing other characters after yes, two fanfics. This didn't take too long as I anticipated, nor it is apart of the scenario series; but the 12AM inspiration made me make this. I need to stop pushing myself to do this even though I find a lot of fun, I keep saying "hi yall, sorry might be late with updates!!" But the moment it comes to Idia Shroud I'm writing as fast as I can- coming up with ideas on the spot.

Watching A Horror Movie With You-Riddle Rosehearts

Scenario: He (probably) never watched a horror movie in his life due to his rough upbringing. But after your efforts, you finally bring him to watch a horror movie with you. And so, as the night unfolds, chaos ensues.

Platonic leaning but you can see it as romantic if you'd like.

It took days to coax Riddle into watching a horror movie with him. After all, horror movies were "unnecessary exposure to incredible violence” as he stated. However, with your persistence and with his curiosity. You had won in the end.

Now, you and Riddle sit right beside each other, popcorn in hand in pure darkness. Nothing else but the light of the TV emits. After hearing Riddle, yes the Riddle Rosehearts had never experienced a horror movie in his life; this opportunity was far too tempting to pass up. His posture was so impeccably straight, his hand folded on his lap, his eyes were fixed on the screen with a sense of caution and composture. 

He glanced at your direction, trying to sound calm though his voice wavered slightly, “So, is this the movie you insisted upon us?” 

You nod in response, “Of course, Riddle. You’re gonna love this, it’s all anyone’s been talking about lately” You turn on the TV and so, the chaos begins. 

To Riddle, it was an absolute freak-show. He’d jump at every sudden noise, then immediately mask it with a critique or lecture; pretending as if he wasn’t startled at all. Each scene became an opportunity for him to “analyze” the movie's poor logic. 

“Thats preposterous!” He exclaimed. “No one in their right mind would go into a basement after hearing that noise!” He stood up abruptly, almost spilling the popcorn to the floor.

You held in your laugh, watching Riddle going back and forth was definitely much more entertaining than the movie itself. As the scenes grew darker and indefinitely gruesome, his criticisms became increasingly dramatic. 

“The lighting is atrocious, how could anyone tell what's happening? And- And the sound design!” He stammers as he points to the TV dramatically,  “Absolutely manipulative! Using noise to frighten their audiences-!” Each outburst was followed by a small flinch or a sharp intake of breath. Trying to remain his refined composure was incredibly challenging. 

Halfway through, he muttered under his breath. “Well, this is educational… in a way of poor decision making..” His face was painted with misery, as if all the life was sucked out of him. 

By the end of it all, he slumped against the couch. His chest rising and falling faster than usual, and his posture was far from the straight-back poise he carried. You could practically see how much effort it took him to maintain his dignity while also visibly shaken. Finally, as the credits rolled, he returned to his former self. His back straightened as he cleared his throat. 

“Well… that was certainly… enlightening.”

You chuckled and slightly nudged him, “You mean, frightening?” 

He gave you a stiff glare, arms crossed.  “I assure you, it was merely educational. Nothing more, nothing less.”

And yet, as he got up to leave; just as he swore that film had no effect on him. He glanced at the TV screen once more. You’d know he’ll have nightmares tonight, but he would never admit that. And honestly? That contradiction made him all more entertaining to watch. 

Part 1 of scenario: Watching A Horror Movie With You This is an eight-part scenario series featuring the dorm leaders and Skully to celebrate the SSR release of his. I plan to make these short, lengthening about 500 words maximum and possibly below that. I'm currently in pain so I don't think I can go beyond that right now, but I was so eager to write I ended up staying awake for hours. I also just wanna get out of comfort zone, I am too used into writing Idia's character and had never bothered to write other characters.

little idia shroud doodle i did, took an embarrassing amount of time. maybe an hour or two for such a simply doodle as this.

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