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do you main him? or like his character? or both? if you wanna be part of a community made for itha fans (by an itha fan), come join this ithaqua discord server - and invite your fellow fans too!
it’s small at the moment, but if and as it grows there’ll be more “features” and events (like movie nights, customs, giveaways, etc.) too. right now i’m seeing if it can grow to be a place where we can have these. too long; don’t read: please join because i’d love to talk to other itha fans! 🙏
request; they are stories that were written for some friends in the ithaqua discord server! namely @ithaquakisser among others, hehe.
wc; 2089 (1087 + 1002).
tags; gn! reader, morningstar! ithaqua, dark romance, morningstar calls you a “marionette”, unhealthy relationship, mentions of the returned! tracy, blood and injury (on reader).
summary; you two have fallen too far. but at least, together you fall. this realization hits you as morningstar dances with you and gives you bloody kisses…
i. a bird in a cage
have you ever thought about the prospect of pricking your finger on a thorn of a deep, deep red rose, only for poison to spread across your body? Have you felt that raw pain, simultaneously sharp and dull, so deep that it cuts your soul? It’s such a pitiful, beautiful prospect - so much so it sends euphoric shivers through your spine.
“i love you, morningstar.” a prim yet faux smile pulls on your lips as you grip the glass vase in your hand. through its fragile surface one can see the thorn-lathered roses: a blatant symbol of love. “more than you know - and more than i know, too. i love you from the bottom of my heart. will you take these flowers?”
AN: I typically don't write in the perspective of the reader since it makes it harder to see them as yourself, but I wanted to experiment a bit. I figured it'd be a fun little writing exercise and a way to explore parts of the story that went unseen in "Apricity." So, here is the result of a few hours and mind numbing amounts of self doubt.
Also, heads up, reader is a lot more aggressive here than I intended them to be lol
Word count: 2.9k words
Summary: You love him, but you do so silently. You know he isn't ready yet, so you wait. You'll wait as long as he needs you too. However, even you have your limits.
Many question your relationship with Ithaqua. It's no surprise considering that most survivors and hunters don't get along. Ithaqua is a particularly prickly person at times, but he's kind. If you could describe him in one word, it would be a simple one.
"Zephyr."
Ithaqua has always been like the wind he wields: uncontrollable and unpredictable. A furious tempest in the blink of an eye, but soothed just as quickly with the lightest touch. Despite this, he, for you, has always tried to be good. He raises you from the ground when you feel down, gently pats you to cheer you up, and remains by your side when you need him most. Like a soft breeze at the first call of spring, he's there to remind you of the beautiful future to come.
It's hard not to love him when he's so kind. For all his faults, Ithaqua has never been as bad a person as he'd always feel he was. You know he'll never believe you if you told him so, but you know as well as you know the sky is blue that Ithaqua is good and that he’s your friend. For now, you’re content with that.
It's a bit nostalgic, though, to think of how everything started. You weren't always so close, after all.
The first time you actually spoke to him was in a match. You had been ready to leave through the exit gate when the tell tale sound of a gunshot rang throughout the map. It was particularly loud near you, leaving you a bit stunned. Martha ran past you while you stood in a daze. Cautiously, you glanced behind you, only to feel your heart stop.
You didn't know why you did it- your feet seemed to have moved on their own.
On the floor lay pieces of a familiar white mask, an unsalvageable mess. Not far off, curled up into a ball and covering his face, was Ithaqua. He was frantic, almost clawing at himself in desperation as he muttered things you couldn't understand. What you did know, however, was that his mask was shattered and he was panicking.
Hesitant, you gazed at him for a moment.
The Nightwatch was a hunter. He'd attempted to kill you and your friends this entire match, and in every match before. He was not someone who you were friends with, nor necessarily fond of, either.
However.
The hunters were victims in the manor too. Michiko was unjustly killed, then brought back to life, only to have to live for the sake of harming others. Some hunters enjoyed this lifestyle, but most didn't.
Ithaqua always killed with mercy, never bleeding anyone out and always giving the last survivor the dungeon. However ruthless he could be, Ithaqua still held kindness in the way he conducted himself.
Having made up your mind, you took off your sweater and walked up to Ithaqua. You bit your lip in worry as you looked at his claws. With the way things were looking, he was most certainly going to hurt himself.
Using the courage you'd scraped together, you draped your sweater over Ithaqua and quickly grasped his hands. You expected him to startle, to panic more and struggle against you. Instead, he stilled.
Your heart was beating out of your chest from both the artificially induced fear from the game and your own anxiety. Still, you tried to slow your breathing to let him follow the pattern and calm down. It seemed to work as in a few minutes, Ithaqua was more at ease.
He slowly moved his hands so they were intertwined with yours. You were surprised, but allowed it. Perhaps he needed to be grounded. You weren't going to complain when his hand felt perfect with yours.
It was silent, everyone else having escaped while you remained with Ithaqua. It was a bit awkward, really, but you weren't going to leave him alone. You had always been rather bad at leaving people be, especially when they were in need of assistance.
"Thank you."
It was uttered softly, so much so you almost missed it. You hummed in response as you gently moved away from him. His hands reached out, as though he wanted to keep your hands within his grasp, before hesitating.
You picked up as many pieces of his mask as you could, carefully collecting them. Once you'd gotten a fair amount, you placed the shards in his hands before standing up. As you moved to leave, you felt a tug on your sleeve, prompting you to turn around.
"Please stay." He whispers, and you find yourself unable to say no. His face is covered, but you can practically see the pleading look in his eyes. So, you stay, allowing him to hold your hand again.
The match lasted a long time, just the two of you existing in peace. It felt like an eternity and a moment, the world having stopped to allow Ithaqua solace.
By the end of it, Ithaqua tenderly held your hand and guided you back to the gate. He looked a bit ridiculous with your sweater covering his face, but you didn't say anything about that.
"What’s your name?"
"Ithaqua."
It was a simple exchange, but it had changed everything between you two.
Ithaqua started going friendly more often, yielding his duties to talk to you. You, in turn, sought him out more often outside of matches. The two of you talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and enjoying each other's company.
It started slowly, yet steadily. With time, your heart started to beat harder and harder every time you saw Ithaqua, but not due to fear. This time, it was due to another emotion, one you never imagined you'd feel in a place like this. You didn't mind, though.
You didn't mind relenting your heart, if it was to Ithaqua.
His soft laugh, his careful touch, and his everlasting presence were things you treasured dearly. Even during the worst of times, he was there for you. When you felt broken and desolate, he'd hold you. When you were angry and unable to express yourself, he'd wait for you to try and communicate your feelings. Regardless of the situation, Ithaqua always stood by you.
Certainly, he'd have his off days where he'd get mad, shout, or say things he didn't mean, regretting them immediately as soon as they were said. Ithaqua always apologized and held himself accountable for what he did. Never did he invalidate your feelings, always being mindful of how he said things. His face would twist into a wince whenever he phrased something horribly, stuttering over his words and clarifying himself.
You found it charming, really. The way he'd immediately relax near you, smile softer, try to be kinder. His face would grow bright every time he caught sight of you, his eyes shining with barely contained happiness. With time, you grew quite proficient at reading his expressions, even when he had his mask.
It was how you immediately realized something was wrong.
It was a chilly winter morning when it started. When you called out to Ithaqua, he tensed up before running away. You found it strange, but thought that he perhaps woke up on the wrong side of the bed and didn't want to take it out on you. Respecting him, you gave him distance, even though your gut screamed at you to chase him. You ignored your instincts and went on with your day.
You couldn't regret that decision more if you tried.
Since then, you hadn't seen Ithaqua. Not in matches, not around the manor, nowhere. It was as though he'd gone with the wind, disappearing to a place you could never reach.
As days turned to weeks, you found yourself falling apart at the seams. Your heart ached in your chest, bringing with it a pain words couldn't describe. It was like having your insides ripped out, leaving a searing, empty wound that only seemed to grow more irritated with each passing day. It reminded you of days where you smiled like no tomorrow, when you were an inseparable duo with him.
It hurt.
It hurt a lot.
Desperate, you'd even gone so far as to venture to the hunter's side of the manor. You asked anyone and everyone if they'd seen Ithaqua or knew why he was doing this, but all they could tell you was that he was gone before they could even go near him. They warned you of his temper, of how he'd grown more violent.
"It'll be fine, dear, I'm sure he'll come around."
Mary looked at you with pity as you wiped away tears of frustration and despair. You knew she wasn't at fault, but you couldn't help but be a bit angry at her. Her pity was not what you needed. Comforting words would be fine, but empty lies were never things you liked. They just promised you things you knew wouldn't happen, made you hope when you knew there was nothing to hope for.
As rumors of Ithaqua's change in temperament grew, so too did your wrath. You were growing tired of this game. He would hide, you would chase, and not even once would you be able to catch sight of him.
You were no fool. You had pondered over what you could've done wrong, what you could've done to offend him, hurt him, scare him, everything. No matter how much you thought about it, you could only draw a blank. That left one option and one option only.
Ithaqua had brought this upon himself.
No matter how many times you tried to convince him, Ithaqua always firmly believed he didn't deserve you. He always saw you as some kind of saint, an angel that could do no wrong. Conversely, he always saw himself as unworthy, horrible, and selfish. Now, you had the results of his thoughts. You could respect his decision, or you could not.
The answer was obvious.
Like hell you were going to let him leave you like this!
He wanted to play a game of cat and mouse? Fine. Two can play at that game.
You ripped paper out of your drawers, writing with a fury that almost tore the delicate sheets. Your tears stained parts of the letter, making words slightly blotchy. Even with your vision blurry, you finished your final sentence and shoved it all in an envelope. With a quick stamp of wax, your letter was complete.
You steel your nerves as you walk down the dark hallway to the Illusion Hall, knowing that she'd be waiting for you there. She always seemed to know what people wanted, and of all people here, she was the only one who could deliver your letter to the baron.
Opening the door, you see Ms. Nightingale seated with tea. She smiles at you, motioning to the seat in front of her.
"I've been waiting."
-
The frigid winds of Leo's Memory whipped at your skin without mercy. You didn't care about that, however. You had a mission and you were going to complete it.
You made a bargain with the baron, offering him almost anything he wanted in exchange for a singles match with only you and Ithaqua. You were truly willing to give anything if it meant getting that stubborn man to just talk to you.
You knew making a deal with the baron was a horrible idea. Giving him the power to take anything from you? Even worse. Still, you were desperate, reckless, and furious. Ithaqua was once again isolating himself and he was hurting.
You were hurting.
So, you offered everything you had. You didn't know what the baron wanted, so you could only leave it to him to make the choice for you. You couldn't risk the baron getting annoyed with you and refusing you.
Surprisingly, he relented easily. He merely sent you a letter asking you to get Ithaqua back to normal.
Under the glow of night, Ithaqua looked ethereal. His hair was like moonlight, pure silver strands gleaming as they framed his face. His eyes were like the hydrangea that bloomed in the spring, clear and bright.
Ah.
You touch your face, surprised to feel a wetness lingering on your fingertips.
You missed him more than you realized.
In slow motion, you see him turn towards you. He freezes, staring at you as if you're a ghost before he bolts. Your eyes only narrow in response.
In an instant, you're after him.
Your lungs heave with each breath that leaves you, cold air ripping at your throat and choking you along with your tears. Despite this, you continue, far too used to running in such conditions to be hindered in any way.
You watch Ithaqua desperately run away, slipping occasionally but continuing nonetheless. You're gaining distance on him, and soon enough, you'll have him where you want him. With that in mind, you push yourself to keep going, to keep moving and catch that stubborn idiot of yours.
You suppose you're a stubborn idiot for loving him, too.
In a single moment, you have him pinned to the snowy ground. He gasps, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He looks up at you and you know that if Ithaqua wasn't any less careful, he would've struggled. Your heart squeezes as you realize he doesn't in fear of hurting you.
You desperately gasp for air, but remain gazing at him with an intense look. You don't care about the tears that fall from your eyes or the cold. You only care for the fact that Ithaqua, after over a month of avoiding you, is finally in your sights. You would cry from the thought if you weren't already doing so.
He looks away from you with guilt, and there you see it. You see it in the way his face creases as if in pain, eyes dark and sorrowful. He's certainly thinking of something harmful again. The last time he did that, he left you for over a month.
Not again.
"Stop."
You can practically see him snap out of his thoughts in real time as you bring your hand up to cradle his face. You brush your thumb across his cheek, unable to stop your fondness despite your anger.
"You always look like that when you're thinking something self-deprecating." You whisper, almost choking as you think of how he must have felt throughout this time. You knew better than most how easy it was for both of you to succumb to negative thoughts. Being separated only made it worse, and this whole situation had been just that.
"I don't know why you've been avoiding me, but if it's because of something I've done, I'm sorry. Please tell me what I did, I won't do it again- I'll- I'll make sure I don't over step, or hurt you, or, or-" You cut yourself off, hiccuping as you roughly wipe your eyes. Your tears continue to fall no matter how many times you rub them away, never-ending.
The truth is you do know, that's what makes you cry harder. It pains you to think he hates himself so much he doesn't believe he's allowed to have anyone accept him.
It pains you to think he doesn't believe himself worthy of love.
"It's not your fault." He says gently, tenderly wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb. He shifts around so he can cradle you, and you let him. As weak as he is to you, you are to him. Though you wish to be angry at him, you can only feel relief and affection so intense it burns you alive. It doesn't help that he looks at you like you're everything he desires, holding you delicately like a treasure.
"I don't deserve you. You're simply too pure- too good for someone like me. I'm not someone kind or patient, I'm cruel and temperamental. You deserve someone who isn't broken, someone whole. It shouldn't be your job to help me, you shouldn't have to deal with my outbursts. I knew you'd never abandon me yourself, so... I left on my own."
He buries himself in your shoulder, unwilling to look at your face. You think that's for the best, since you're sure you're making a face of pure agony.
To know it is one thing, but to hear it from Ithaqua himself that he felt absolutely unworthy of you was another. It ripped open a wound you didn't know existed, bleeding you out as you held him.
Taking a shaky breath in, you resolutely gaze up at the moon. You had come here to give Ithaqua a piece of your mind and you'd be damned if you didn't do so. It was now or never.
"Whether you are worthy of me or not is up to me." You force him to look you in the eye, hands holding his face firmly. "You do not get to make that decision for me. And in my eyes? You have always been worthy."
You watch as tears fall from his eyes, smiling kindly at him as you wipe them away. His eyes tell you practically all that you need, of how much he missed you, how he'd wanted to see you, of how much he loved you.
He lays his heart before you and you, in turn, cradle it gently, swearing to protect it for as long as you live.
He is a gentle breeze, one which soothes your soul. He is the first wind of spring that promises you a better future.
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Hi^^ If it's not much hassle, can you please do headcanons about how ithaqua would help his s/o if the are really really tried, like, they can't even walk anymore. They can be also a hunter this time?
I have never been so tried in AGES
I walked for like almost 6hours straight, in the mountain, without food (well, until like 35 minutes before-), water and extra tried bc I ran a lot. You know what's the worse? I have to wait 40 min for the train AND I have to wait in the sun with no shadow and cold wind 💀 I wanna dieeeeee
— Ithaqua With A Tired Lover...
Synopsis; Ithaqua helps you walk after an exhausting pack hunter match.
CW; N/A
WC; ≈607
Note; I envisioned Ithaqua to be a very selfless individual when it comes to his s/o! Especially once his mask comes off he is just an absolute sweetheart. Also, that sounds terrible! I really hope you got the rest you needed after that! Thank you for requesting!
♡ Ithaqua is one of the most considerate individuals you’d ever meet. And likely one of the sweetest as well. The moment he notices you are unwell he would immediately rush to your side. His words are spoken in a dulcet tone as he asks, “Are you okay?” His brows would be furrowed in concern, removing his mask momentarily to grasp a better glimpse of your face.
♡ After a rigorous pack hunter match, you’d find yourself stumbling over and limping. Having taken several pallets to the head, your head pounded ruthlessly. Your legs were weary, for they felt like gelatin with each step you took that was in comparison to stepping on a bed of nails. You were visibly exhausted, your hair was ruffled and clung to the moist beads of sweat that trickled down your forehead. Survivors can be awfully brutal, and you’ve learned that day to never underestimate a survivor’s wit.
♡ The walk subsequent to the match back to the manor was hellish. Ithaqua would take heed of the pained expression on your face and inquire of your well-being. You simply shook your head and brushed off his concern, insisting you’d be fine. He’d stayed by your side throughout the stroll, consistently glancing your way to be ensured of your state. “Are you certain that you’ll be alright?”
♡ It wasn’t until you stumbled in the midst of your tracks, the tall hunter catching you in his arms. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” “No, you’re not. Please, allow me to help you.” Ithaqua would wrap your arm around his shoulders, providing you support in your steps. He insisted on assisting you and you had no choice but to accept his aid when he bolstered you. He’d walk with you back to the manor, but when your feet gave out and you collapsed to your knees out of exhaustion, he’d offer to carry you.
♡ You shook your head once more, a tinge of crimson staining your cheeks from envisioning the hunter carrying you in his arms. Ithaqua would persist, to which you eventually obliged with a sigh. You were caught off-guard when he swooped you off of your feet, taking you into his arms. The hunter held you close, ensuring you wouldn’t fall by supporting your head and your lower half. Ithaqua certainly wasn’t strong, but he wasn’t weak either. Despite his petite structure, he would be able to convey you back to the manor and your bedroom.
♡ He’d fetch you water with a kiss on your forehead. Opening the windows to allow the refreshing cool breeze to bestow upon you. If it’s you he’d do anything, you are his love after all. Ithaqua is quite selfless when it comes to you. If you were to ask of him on his behalf he’d merely insist he was okay and once again query in regards to your physical state.
♡ "You should rest, Y/N.” “What about you?” “I’ll be here.” He’d say while setting his mask aside, allowing you to witness the man behind the facade. The hood of his fur cloak falling to his shoulders. “You mustn’t exert yourself during matches.” With a breathy sigh, you’d lean back into the arrangement of pillows by the frame. “I know…”
♡ Ithaqua would sit at your bedside, his lips would curl into a weary smile when he’d lay his head by yours. Seemingly enervated as well, he’d soothingly run his slender hands through your locks. The two of you hadn’t even noticed when you fell into slumber. You were merely two lovers, fatigued by what the day had to offer. With nothing but the evening zephyr to serenade you both to rest.
Requests of all forms are now closed! You guys abused my poor inbox... /lh Also I'll be updating my introduction post soon! I'll be adding some rules and regulations for requests later on when I get the chance.
( • ө • )♡ I’m curious to know if you have any hunter!reader reqs? I want to submit some when your reqs are open but don't want to submit smthing that's already requested!
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Thank you, anon! ❤️ I only have one so far! Feel free to request whenever I reopen them! 🫶
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Do you make Robbie and ithaqua sibling headcannons if so please tell maybe like getting your date thirdwheeled by Robbie (im the best robbie main btw/j)
— Getting Your Date Thirdwheeled By Robbie...
Synopsis; You and Ithaqua go on a little date in the manor's garden, but it appears that the two of you aren't the only ones present.
CW; N/A!
WC; ≈708
Note; Aaah, I really love Robbie's and Ithaqua's dynamic! The idea that the two of them would be like siblings to one another really warms my heart. 🥹 I was unsure of whether you wanted just headcanons or a scenario at first, so I ended up writing it as a scenario! Enjoy! 🫶
♡ Ithaqua views Robbie as a younger brother, one who never seems to leave him be. Robbie is a bit clingy, and it took Ithaqua some time to adjust to the young boy’s antics and his fondness for him. He doesn’t mind though, and instead finds it endearing whenever the child would come sprinting to him after a match. ”Can’t you believe it? I got all of them!" Robbie exclaimed, prancing around Ithaqua like a rabbit. The older hunter would congratulate the boy with a pat on the shoulder each time, offering him a piece of candy from his pockets. “Oh, really? Good job!”
♡ Practically everywhere the older hunter went, Robbie would often linger. Sometimes he’d hide behind the tall hunter, peeking behind his legs with a giggle. Ithaqua would humor the young boy from time to time, indulging in the games the boy would offer to play. And in turn, if the boy wins he is rewarded a piece of candy that he would often carry. It was certainly endearing for all the hunters to witness, a lovely sibling-like bond between the two.
♡ Albeit, it was all fun and games until one particular evening. The two of you were on a stroll in the manor’s garden, hand in hand. You both planned to meet at the garden a week prior, never actually having the time to spend time together due to matches, the two of you finally had time to relish in each other’s presence. There weren’t many places to go in the manor that would be a decent place to spend time with one another, the garden was the only place you two had in mind due to the outset of spring. Suddenly, the hunter was stopped in his tracks by a small pair of arms wrapped around his legs.
♡ A youthful voice called out his name with enthusiasm, taking the hunter aback. The two of you glanced down to face the boy who was ecstatic to behold the both of you together at once. “Robbie? What are you doing awake at this time?” “I can’t sleep!” You couldn’t help but chuckle at their interaction, how’d the young hunter would always find his way to Ithaqua never ceases to ignite a warm flame in your heart.
♡ Robbie spoke of his inability to rest and explained his desire to play, but Ithaqua couldn’t help but shake his head out of concern on behalf of the young boy. He’d pick up the child who held his hands up high after the two of you agreed to accompany him for the night as long as the boy eventually rests. Ithaqua carried Robbie on his shoulders, one hand supporting the child whilst his other hand held yours. The three of you admired the blooming rose bushes that were stained with droplets of fresh rain from the morning rainfall. The young hunter would chat away, speaking about his recent matches. He reminisced over a pack hunter match he shared with Ithaqua, how he got struck by a pallet but Ithaqua incapacitated the survivor on his behalf.
♡ Robbie spoke of the older hunter in such a brilliant light, waving his arms in the air characteristically. It was rather endearing, leaving a comforting feeling of warmth in your chest. Over time, the young boy silenced, eliciting a yawn. There was a shared moment of silence, the three of you standing underneath the faint rays of moonlight. When you raised your head to face Ithaqua, Robbie had his arms wrapped around the older hunter, resting atop his shoulders. “Seems like he tuckered himself out, did he?” Ithaqua lightly nodded his head, leisurely removing his mask. He raised a finger to his lips, hushing you.
♡ You both decided to head back inside to set the boy to rest. You carefully creaked the door open, there were no words exchanged between the two of you in consideration of the sleeping boy. Ithaqua gently settled Robbie upon his twin-sized bed, tenderly swaddling the child in bundles of woolen blankets. You stood at the doorstep with a smile, knowing the day had finally concluded has left you with a bittersweet taste on your lips when the blonde brushed his lips against yours after tucking the boy to rest. "Goodnight.”
Hello! I just wanna take a quick bit of your time and tell you that i really like your blog so far! Ithaqua is my favorite character in Identity V and i really like all the post you made about him!
I kinda get that he's pretty new and all but the lack of Ithaqua content should be a war crime/jk
That's all for now! Hope all is well for you and have a good day/night!
Aww! Thank you, dear! 🫶 Honestly... There really should be more Ithaqua content! I get fed up so I end up writing my own haha! I'm glad to hear that you like my blog! I hope you have a great day, love! 💞
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I would love to see hcs of cuddling with ithaqua he just looks so cuddly firjiehrtjeishhs
— Cuddling with Ithaqua!
Synopsis; How is it like to cuddle with Ithaqua?
CW; N/A
WC; ≈576
Note; You're so right, Ithaqua does look so cuddly 😭 Thank you for requesting! 🫶 I enjoyed writing this very much! The thought of cuddling Ithaqua at dusk really warms my heart. 🥹💕
♡ Ithaqua isn’t very used to touch, especially romantic touch for that matter. It took him some time to get used to the brush of your hand against his, your arms enveloped around him, and your soft lips pressed against his. He melted like snow on a spring’s day when you first kissed him, his face flushed a deep shade of crimson. Despite his unfamiliarity with such, it doesn’t necessarily mean he did not like it when you caressed him. However, it never ceased to catch him off-guard in the beginning.
♡ When it comes to cuddling Ithaqua, he is rarely the one to initiate it. In general, it’s an uncommon occurrence for him to initiate any form of physical affection at the start. It’s not that he doesn’t want to though! He’s just admittedly too shy to do so. Therefore often at times, you find yourself taking matters into your own hands. Taking him into a warm embrace, holding his hands in yours, caressing his cheek. He always finds himself leaning into your touch each time. He admires your touch and adores being in your arms every night.
♡ His hands are practically always cold, but he enjoys it when you take them into your warm ones while he rests his head on your shoulder. After a harsh day of rough matches, Ithaqua always finds himself collapsing into your arms with a sigh. He loved resting his head on your lap whilst you ran a hand through his platinum waves, twirling a strand of his locks in between your fingers as he spoke of his day. Most of the time, words do not need to be spoken, just being in your presence and your embrace is enough for him.
♡ Once he gets used to the concept of touch is when he’d enfold you in his arms and rest his chin lightly atop your head. The aromatic scent of pinewood and clove would fill your senses when he’d swaddle you under his fur cloak. Sometimes he’d bury his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling against you. He’d hold you ever so tightly as if at any moment, the world was going to take you away from him. He’d sneak kisses here and there alongside your neck, accompanied by a few butterfly kisses that’d tickle against your skin.
♡ When the two of you lay side by side, he prefers to be facing you to look at your lovely face. He enjoys intertwining his hand with yours as his hair drapes over his pale cheeks. Never one to take the first initiative, you’d find yourself snuggling against his chest before he finally decides to take you into his arms. His face would heat up when you’d envelop your arms around his waist. Feel rather vulnerable now that you have him under your grasp, where you can look at his flustered face with a smile and caress him under the moonlight.
♡ His heart beats loudly for you as if you were the hunter and he, the survivor. Over time, your touch becomes intoxicating and he’d lean into you every time. He’d wait for you at the end of the day, to either lay beside you or atop your chest. His touch is mild and gentle, he’d melt into you as if he wished to become one. If you fall asleep before him, he’d lean close to you and rest his forehead against yours, a hand tenderly stroking your warm cheek.
Hello! If it's not so much to ask for a scenario/ HCs; how about a shy or conflicted Ithaqua trying his best to confess to S/O about his feelings for them? Will he fail or will he succeed? Oh, and it doesn't matter if S/O can either be a hunter or survivor or a person he knows outside the manor 👀
(Congrats on getting the Morningstar skin btw! 💗)
— Confessions...
Synopsis; Ithaqua never once thought about confessing to you about his feelings until now. He wishes to do so, but ponders all the possibilities of how to execute it.
CW; N/A
WC; ≈817
Notes; This was such a cute idea! 🥹 Thank you for requesting! This did cross my mind at some point, maybe someday I'll write this into an actual fic! ❤️
♡ Ithaqua has had his heart set on you for quite some time now, but never once spoken of his feelings for you to any of the other hunters. Not even the survivors were aware of his feelings for you. He was rather secretive and believed if he simply ignored it, it’d all go away. Quite often, he’d find himself in a state of panic whenever he was against you in a match. Shaky hands as he hefted his ice axe, how much of a fool he felt in your presence.
♡ He’d make careless mistakes in the midst of matches; getting struck by pallets, missing his own strikes, and even occasionally tripping over his stilts because his mind was set on you. The other survivors would simply assume it was a rough match for him, but oh, only if they knew. If only you knew. Sometimes he’d even purposely seek you out during matches, just for the sake of seeing your face. If you were a stunner, he wouldn’t mind being stunned if it were you. Oh, this boy is head over heels for you.
♡ The thought of confessing to you never crossed his mind once, Ithaqua just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He could barely bring himself to utter a word to you without his voice faltering, how could he possibly confess to you? The day the thought did cross his mind, it made his heart flutter. He overheard the other hunters speaking of their love interests and the topic of confessions came about. The boy would bury his face into his mask as he swallowed, his face tinged a scarlet hue. Him? Confessing to you?
♡ He felt as though he’d make an absolute fool of himself. Like he believed he always did whenever you were within the vicinity. Even if he did so, how would he? The hunter pondered for some time, pacing in his room in circles. Ithaqua knew he couldn’t bear to say it aloud to you, to even part his wavering lips to speak out the three words he desperately wished to say.
♡ He knew he’d stammer, stumble over his words, and become a heated mess in your presence. That was when he dared to even consider writing a love letter. Ithaqua despised writing. Reading was already tedious and mustering up words to look and sound pretty on paper is even worse. He shook his head and succumbed. A quill in hand, his ebony hues fixed on the blank sheet of paper in front of him.
♡ After countless attempts, Ithaqua was encircled by crumpled sheets of paper beside him. He’d hold his head in his hands, eliciting a weary sigh. Perhaps if he had chosen to be straightforward about his feelings he wouldn't find himself in such a plight. Never would he have figured he’d find himself, cooped up in his room attempting to write a letter that conveyed his feelings for you. Despite his trouble, he refused to seek assistance for his predicament.
♡ In the end, Ithaqua discarded the letter addressed to you in his empty drawer. His face flushed a deep shade of cerise, he considered momentarily to set the letter aflame. Feelings of discomfiture overcame him, his heart brutally ramming against his ribcage. He felt like a fool to have such feelings for you. How’d he find himself seeking your attention during matches, even if it meant pestering you by using abnormal on your cipher machine in progress.
♡ You were often bewildered by his actions, how coincidental that you’d always be the first survivor he’d pursue each match you share with him. How often he’d go as far as to ruthlessly eliminate your fellow teammates yet carry you straight to the dungeon with such tenderness. Eventually, the hunter allowed the words to seep past his lips. Three words he never thought he’d say to you. With a jolt of the rocket chair, you were sent off.
♡ His heart beating against his chest, his trembling hands removed his mask with a breathy sigh. For he couldn’t believe the words he uttered out of his mouth. Ithaqua knew well what he had done, and now he couldn’t bear to face you. He spent several days avoiding you in the manor, refusing to look at your face during matches. How could a hunter feel as though he is being hunted? Why is it that you were everywhere to be seen?
♡ Until one day, you stopped him in his tracks. Ithaqua didn’t quite understand why he froze like a deer in headlights, for he felt his heart jump at the sight of you. His target ran loose, having lost pursuit of the survivor he was set on because of you. The hunter refused to strike you down and allowed his ice axe to hang low. That was when you spoke the four words he never expected to hear from your mouth. Those four precious words he'd never thought you say.
