Anonymous sent:

can i request 14 for the kissing prompt for idia?

twistedwonderlandimaginesblog:

Idia Shroud: 

14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

Idia never thought he’d be the main protagonist.

He never thought he’d see you come to his room late at night, entire face radiating warmth, your heart racing as you asked if you could come inside. His room was a bit of a mess as he hadn’t been expecting company, he was only a side character in your story so he had never suspected you’d make an appearance like this, but you seemed to have other things on your mind. You sat yourself on his bed and looked at him expectantly, eyes drifting to the empty section of bed beside you; Idia followed the prompt like the dutiful gamer he was but he stayed staring straight ahead, giving you quick glances as you finally spoke up.

It was a confession scene, the cutest, most heart-wrenching one he had ever witnessed or been apart of. He desperately wished he could screenshot in real life (whipping his phone camera out right now would ruin the mood and even Idia had some sense of self-preservation) as you looked absolutely irresistible right now, the words slipping past your lips inserting themselves directly into his blood stream. He felt energized, proactive, more confident than he normally was when it came to you. Hearing those sweet words leave your mouth, hearing that you cared about him in the same way he cared about you, it was about to make him act in a way he never thought he could.

When Idia’s lips met yours you were stunned, eyes widening as you hadn’t suspected things would go this far tonight. You weren’t about to complain that the man you had pined after for years was finally kissing you and the blue-haired man felt the exact same way, finally able to act on his feelings, finally able to kiss you like he’d dreamed about doing all these years. He couldn’t let you escape this time, especially not when he was worried that if he pulled away the hunger would fade and he’d lose every bit of confidence he had worked up. So he smothered his lips with yours, feeling the way your hands tangled themselves in his hair, raking through the warmth as Idia’s hands remained firmly on your back, crushed between it and the bed as you leaned back, pulling him on top of you.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you entered Idia’s room as all you can think about is how smooth his lips are, how warm and inviting he was despite the general awkward demeanor he carried himself with. Coming to confess tonight had just been on a whim but it turned out far better than you ever thought it would, hoping that you weren’t actually asleep and about to wake up to a disappointing reality. You should be getting back to your room but you can’t muster the strength to leave Idia’s arms, knowing from the way he was holding you tightly to him that he wouldn’t let you go without a fight regardless.

You were happy to be here.

Sleep-deprived or not the following day, it would all be worth it.