#idv night watch

[handsometheo]

You've gotta hear me out on Ithaqua getting a little too possessive towards his survivor partner during a match ! Love your works btw <3

Mmmmmm Possessive Ithaqua 😍

Warnings: You'll never guess this one but Possessive behaviours

Pairing: Possessive! Ithaqua x Gn! Reader

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- He isn't sure what caused it. Maybe it's his own instincts telling him he needs to protect you, or maybe the manor is affecting him somehow..

- Your Team is quite possible the worst concotion of players to have paired with you. The Prospector, the cowboy and the "prisoner". He's semi-alright with Luca, he doesn't really do much harm. Its more a case of him being annoying to deal with on a good day.

- However Kevin and Norton strike Ithaqua the wrong way.

- He immediately finds Norton but instead turns his attention to finding you, just to make sure you stay away from them.

- He finds you. Quite easily actually. He comes across you helping Luca to decode who quickly runs off in favour of saving himself. Smart man, Ithaqua has to applaud him for using that mildly malfunctioning brain of his. He does have to break the connection, if only to delay your guaranteed escape.

- He lets you finish the cipher and simply stands around impatiently huffing and puffing to the side like a bratty child not getting enough attention. And that's accurate to a certain degree.

- once the cipher is done he tells you to go into a locker so he can pick you up and take you with him. You think nothing of it as this is fairly normal behaviour he likes to carry you around you've noticed. His little giggle when he picks you up just melted your heart.

- However. Unlike the usual routine, Ithaqua takes you to the nearest corner of the map and places you there before trapping you within his arms. His cloak making the two of you practically disappear, well.. you know as much as one can with the terror radius thing..

- His eyes are animalistic and his jaw clenched, but he makes no move to act on whatever violent act is forming in his head. Just pulls you to him as though he is trying to mesh with you.

- of course, he was mostly..., kind of, calm.

-Until the two idiots turned up. And by that I mean Norton and Kevin.

-Kevin lassoed you from Ithaqua's grasp, that alone made him screeched out in rage, but just to add some extra sourness to the situation, a magnet gets thrown towards him. Forcing him back into the wall.

- You struggle your way out of Kevins hold and push him away right as Ithaqua dashes at him. Norton quickly runs off to possibly hide in case he needs to really save, or possibly help Luca to continue saving.

- "IDIOTS, BOTH OF YOU!" You yell out to nobody in particular as Kevin had already run off. Ithaqua stays still for a moment, left eye twitching.

- He turns quickly. "Stay." He commands as though you are a dog awaiting your next trick. You're going to stay near, obviously, just maybe that Cipher off to the left will somehow get finished off...

- He dashes away in the direction Kevin left.

- As you're decoding, the prospector returns around the corner.

"Hey."

"Fuck off. That was stupid and you know it."

"Yeaaah.. but got the reaction I wanted. He's a tad bit, whats the word, protective? No. Possessive. Thats the one! Like he owns you."

"If he ever got asked if he owned me he definitely would answer like that.. It's a bit much at times, maybe next time to come running up to try and save when he's clearly not going to chair me. Luckily he seems to have lost Kevin."

The last Cipher gets completed by you and Norton but just before you can run to the exit, Norton says something that irks you.

"Geez, I didn't ask for your life story.. no need to keep going on..."

Yoou dont even initially intend to do it but you're hand reaches out to slam his head against the nearest wall to temporarily stun him.

"Not so fun now is it.."

In the distance a pissed off roar can be heard from Ithaqua, who you can assume just missed hitting the now escaped Kevin and Luca.

"Now, we're gonna surrender." You tell the prospector sternly

"Why would I do tha-"

You grab his ear and stare at him, "Consider it your apology to Itha. Believe me Kevin's going to deal with far worse."

Quiet grumbles are all that are heard from the disgruntled ex-miner.

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Hope you enjoyed :) I partially forgot what I was writing halfway through but I loved writing this ♡

[t0bey]

tonight.

[ferry-man-sam]

Lazy little comic as I experiment with lining styles! This stupid idea has been plaguing me for a while

[vixystar04]

Is he cat? meowmeow?

[akechisu1]

[frigid-shade]

[soul--weaver]

i know it’s been done before but-

[chawawanya]

Hunters turn!

[belladonnapill]

the sun sets

[paintedpeppermint]

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Winterstorm

For @turbulentscrawl

Rated Mature | Warnings: Age difference between Reader and Ithaqaua, Manipulation, Rumors

A/N: ngl i was playing stardew while writing this lolol

It was a stormy winter night when his mother found him. It was a stormy winter night when you found him wounded after killing a group of hunters in the forest.

In the hazy of his hallucinating mind, he saw his mother calling out to him, for him to wake up. He reached out to that image not realizing he was reaching for his new savior.

When he woke up after the storm passed, he was under blankets that felt warm and in a room smelling of spice and wood. He jerked awake and got up, he touched his bare chest finding someone had patched him up. Cloth bandages and stitching for the deeper wounds. The Night Watch knows his body aches, his body protesting as he gets up carefully not to make too much noise. He wills himself to endure as he grabs his shirt and coat from the chair by the window, he swears to rest but not here—Not where he will be left further vulnerable!

He struggles to get his shirt on so ops for his coat only stop when the door opens. He grabs his weapon but stops as he hisses in pain.

You come in with a small bed tray of food, his stomach growls at the scent, “You're awake.” A bit surprised given his wounds, “Oh, if you want to leave I can help you dress.”

His eyes narrow as takes in the sight of you, his eyes sometimes glancing at the simple food you made. “Leave.” You move to go back out, “Food stays.” That made you happy though.

The boy, because to you he is a boy, was in bad shape when you found him. Malnourished, wounded, and you are surprised he did not succumb to hypothermia. You Luckily had your cart from gathering wood before the storm hit severely after you brought him home.

Listening with your ear against the door, you can hear him going to the bed and eating the simple porridge you made, shuffling after and you hear your bedroom window being opened then closed.

You do not expect to see him again, you did your good deed and that was that.

Until you see him again while you are foraging for some mushrooms and roots in the Icy Forest. There in the distance, he stands staring at you from a distance. Piercing blue irises watching your movements for who knows how long until you notice.

“Hello,” He stares silently, “Have you been taking care of yourself?” You step closer, “Do you need more food?”

A snap of twigs draws your attention from him to a deer roaming around. When you look back, the strangely dressed boy is dashing away.

“Wait!” But it is too late.

That will be the first of many interactions with the creature you have no clue is called the Night Watch.

“Good morning, Ithaqua.” He hums at you as you start preparing breakfast, “Going out?”

“Yes.” His arms wrap around your waist as he rests his head on your back, “You should stay home today.”

“The weather is nice today, we should go see if the store in town has any fabric.”

“Or we can go see the lake instead.” His hold squeezing slightly, “You like the lake better than the store.”

You sigh, he does not like you going to town. You figure it because he lived in the forest for so long alone that interacting with others is stressful.

It took a lot to gain his trust, you figure there is a reason for the way he is but never push to talk about it. Everyone has their past.

“Ithaqua, we need things around the house.” Reminding him both of you cannot survive by using the vegetables in your garden. Other things are needed. You worry about him, worry about how he is quick to isolate rather than try to, at least, see the use of being around others. The little town is not so bad… Even if the rumors about you can be cruel.

No one sees the real dynamic between you and the boy— Because they all see him as a boy rather than a man— Who lives in the woods, but now he practically lives with you, hunting and gathering for you to earn his keep— Though you told him he does not need to do so.

They think you are manipulating him, using him as he is young and lacking social experience…

He finds that amusing how little they think of him, a poor little sheep none realize is a wolf under the wool.

“I can get them.”

“Are you sure? I do not want to bother—

“You are not bothering me. I want you safe and you say we need supplies, I will get them.”

You stand there unsure but nod in the end, maybe you can finish your plowing of the garden while he is away, “Okay…” He hums at your agreement, his hands rubbing the fabric of your apon as you go back to food prep, “I'll make us something warm to eat.”

Ithaqua is young, not a child, but young. You are older, much older, old enough to be a parent to him.

At first, you treated him as such. He seems receptive to it as he soon became a part of your life.

But something changed, you did not notice it until it was too late and you are sheep held down by the wolf's paw.

Only a handful of times has Ithaqua been to the town, if you could call it a town as it is a bit bigger than a village but smaller than an actual town. The few folks that did see him feared him, he looked strange with the mask and the stilts. They kept their distance, and you had to assure them he was just a mountain man, not a creature.

Something about a Night Watch but no one has ever seen that thing.

The town's people already are wary of you, you who live alone on the outskirts of town. You try to socialize but they turn you away until they need something. The irony, Ithaqua finds this ridiculous, you are often looked to in times of need because of your garden. You always plant things that do well in wintertime, planting and growing bundles to give away on Sundays after church service.

He swears they are all idiots, at least the pastor is sensible and grateful for you.

The new problem the town has with you— Rather than the ones who act like pompous dogs— Is you are using this poor boy. Funny, in reality, Ithaqua is not using you but he is slowly having you become more and more isolated from those fools.

This problem did not start until he was approached by one of the young women in the town. The mill's owner's daughter. The annoying thing, he saw in the Icy Forest once and would have killed her if he was not busy bringing meat to you.

It was the spring festival and you asked him to help you with the decorations and to hopefully get him to be social.

All you asked of him was to not wear the usual outfit he wears. Instead, you gifted him your father's spring festival attire. He looked handsome as he wore your father's clothes, tailored to fit his thin frame. You thought this would be a great step for him!

You told him at any time he is welcome to go join in the festivities, especially the flower dance. He knew what you were trying to do, he only humored you.

You stayed at the stall talking to the town mayor as he complements the decorations you have made this year.

People are fools, Ithaqua hates them but likes you, he did not talk while wandering around the festival. A few tried interacting with him, he permitted it for the moment at that time for your sake. How stupid of them to assume so much about him when all they know about him is as much as he allows them to know.

A young man named Ithaqua, a wild man who sticks to you like a boy to his mothers— They assumed the relationship from the beginning. You did too.

“I love (Name), I don't want you.”

Cold as ice water.

The woman was bitter and the rumors had added to many others about you.

Ithaqua could care less about what others think, they are the ones who beg you for help when someone is sick or needs extra food.

You are like a mother to them, yet they act ungrateful.

Winter is getting closer and closer, they will look to you for help and Ithaqua grins as soon they will find you gone by next spring.

When he returns with the wagon of supplies, you greet him with a hug. The Night Watch knows you are trying to be affectionate to him but you hold back, you never kiss him or allow him to indulge in your flesh. Just hugs and kisses on the cheek, you poor thing thinking he changed his stance on wanting you.

You accepted this relationship, and he knows you did it out of maybe some misplaced sense of guilt, he has you in his grasp. All you need to do is stop caring about what others think about you.

A problem soon to be solved.

Once everything is put away, he has you cornered in the bedroom pinned down on the bed with him above you with nothing but pants on. You stare up at him then look away.

“You don't need them.” Leaning down to kiss your cheek then moving down.

“Ithaqua, we talked about this.” You try pulling your wrists out of his grasp but it holds firm. For such a small build man, he is surprisingly strong. “They are just nervous people.”

“Nervous people? They are hateful people, (Name), stop making excuses for them.” His eyes narrow and he bites at the top exposed part of your neck. “They rather burn you at the stake than admit they are wrong about you.”

“Ithaqua…” That is not true! People are people but not all of them are cruel.

“Think about it,” Licking the mark as you had flinched from the pain at first. “The mayor doesn't help you yet you do so much for the town. The pastor preaches but no one listens. The doctor's monthly checkups are just to see if you sprouted horns and a tail.”

“Please. Not tonight.” Begging him. Those words are painful, he knows these talks are causing doubts as you are becoming more aware of the bitterness these people have towards you. 

After the spring festival, you… You sat him down. Talk to Ithaqua as much as you could that evening. Your words twisted against you, you are too trusting with him. His metaphorical claws raked through your wool but never pierced the flesh of the sheep. You are trapped but loved.

Ithaqua enjoys this more than you ever will know.

It was too late to stop the rumors when those feelings were reciprocated, you… You are lonely and though Ithaqua is much younger than you… He is an adult, far more mature than the men at your age too.

Twenty-one winters, he told you, he should be married by now. He wants to marry you.

Guilt. A lot of guilt. You slip from under him when tries to grind his lower half against yours.

“How about I make your favorite tonight? I got some extra tomatoes–” Stand up beside the bed while Ithaqua sits there with his legs wide open.

“I'm not a child. We should leave before they hurt you, there is no need to put on a brave face for me.” He is going to devour you but you need to stop running from him! “We can leave. They are not grateful to you.” You shake your head at his words, he stands up and holds your face, “It will only be a matter of time before they hurt you.”

He smiles as you crumble, holding you as you fall to your knees and covering your face as you cry. This home your family built and lived in since you were born. The blood, sweat, and tears; the memories, the love within this home.

“Ithaqua.” He cradles you as you turn to cry into his bare chest.

A small crack, he chips away at you, the others were fools to think you were manipulating him.

Laughable given you had tried hard to get him to meet those of his age.

Why bother?

He likes you, older and experienced, you give him the care of a mother and the love of a partner. No one his age could give him that, they were all too free-spirited and reckless.

The Night Watch wants someone to greet him upon his return home, shower him with love, and if the mood strikes him— Lay with him as accustomed for partners to do.

“(Name),” Rubbing your back, “I love you.” You told him he is too young to understand the weight of those words. “I will take care of us.” Making promises of taking sole responsibility is not fair, you told him yet you do it all the time.

When winter came followed by another snowstorm and the people looked to you for your winter’s crop that Sunday, you were not there. Nor were there the many Sundays after that. The pastor with two other people went looking for you, only the pastor cared to check in on you.

The house was buried in the snow, the garden destroyed. There is no trace of you or the mysterious young man who came into your life. There are no bodies found, it is like you were there and are now suddenly gone.

Maybe you left, the pastor hopes you found a better place.

Or maybe the Night Watch claimed another victim.

[turbulentscrawl]

Hot as Sin pt.2

Featuring Luchino, Ithaqua, Fool's Gold, and Aesop. More to come later ;)

These are NSFW, so minors please dni with this post. Also, these get a lil kinkier than the last part I did, so please make sure to check the warnings at the start of each before reading entirely!

Luchino (survivor)

Warnings: breeding kink, scratching and biting, Luchino calls reader “pet”

Luchino’s desk creaked with the snapping of hips, screeching occasionally as it shifted minutely across the hardwood. Paperwork was strewn wildly about the floor, and what was left beneath your body was quickly becoming soiled by a mixture of sweat and cum. Growling, Luchino hauled your raised leg further onto the desk, and clamped his sharp hands on your ass cheeks.

“I told you to hold still,” he said darkly. But it was awfully hard to do that when he was fucking you with such force. Your whole body shuttered with each stroke, even your labored breaths interrupted, choked. The one leg you were allowed to stand on was bruising, pinned between Luchino’s hard body and the edge of his desk. Angry red lines on your legs, back, and ass, left from his dark claws, swelled with tiny pindrops of blood.

“Luchino, I--” you choked out. When you started to form words beyond his name, one of his hands delivered a rough slap to your ass. In the split second it took you to yelp, Luchino shifted himself to press against your back and nibbled your earlobe with sharpened teeth.

“My name, your safe word, and thank you are the only things you’re allowed to say, pet,” he said between rhythmic breaths. “The only other sounds out of your pretty lips should be nonsensical pleasures. Now—” He groaned long, deep, and pushed his hips flush against you. “Thank me for filling you up again.”

You shivered at the spreading warmth in your core, whispering thanks into the air. Luchino rested against you for just a few moments and then sunk his teeth into your shoulder. You yelped again, and he pressed you into the desk with his body weight, already rutting into you again and growling from what you could only assume was overstimulation. He slapped your ass again, always a sign of his displeasure, and you leap into words because you already knew what he wanted.

“Th-thank you, Luchino,” you said, louder and louder. “Thank you for filling me up with your hot cum, thank you for breeding me.”

“Good pet,” Luchino sighed, releasing you from his teeth. His long togue laves over the wound left behind, and one of his hands starts to sink down the length of your body. “Let’s have you match me on the next one, hmm?”

Ithaqua

Warnings: slight degradation, semi-public sex

“You take me like a fucking whore, you know?” Ithaqua giggled into your ear. His body hovered over your like a tight cage, pinning you to the warm hedgemaze grasses and keeping your knees pressed to your shoulders. His stilts and mask were tossed aside somewhere, along with most of your clothes. He was clawing grooves into the soil near your head. “I hardly have to do any work, you could suck me back in all on your own. You need me so badly, hmm?”

He stopped running his mouth long enough to press his chapped lips against yours, moaning in time with a series of more rapid pumps into you. He licked his lips when he pulled away, like he was savoring your taste. His black eyes zeroed in on yours the second you started to respond, nothing short of obsession in his gaze.

“I d-do, I need you, I need you, I need you,” you cried, clutching his sleeves like a lifeline. Ithaqua’s head lolled further back with each repetition of the phrase, eyes slowly rolling back and a wide grin spreading across his face. He was practically glowing from the affirmations. “I love you, Ithaqua!”

“Fuck, oh fuuuuck, that’s right you do,” he gasped. He shifted with a speed you couldn’t comprehend, swiping your hands and pinning them to the grass at full arm’s length, stretching his lean body over you like a cat. His thrusts lost some depth from the position, but he made up for it with greater speed. His lips grazed your cheek as he continued to speak into your skin, first to you but then devolving into undirected rambling, “I love you too, dearest. Don’t you worry. I’ll take good care of you, my good little slut, I’ll fuck you nice and stupid. You love this, don’t you? You love me, love it when I fill you up. You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you, I’ll make sure of that. You’ll never need to look at anyone else. You don’t need anyone else but me.”

You shivered from his voice in your ear, his unrelenting thrusts into your core, all of it sending your body into flush and shivers. Ithaqua was all around you, in you, he made sure there was nothing else to consider but himself and the pleasures he provided.

One of his hands abandoned yours, sliding down to pinch your face with clawed fingers. His grin fell against your mouth, an odd kiss. “I can see it in your face. You’re about to come, aren’t you? Don’t keep me waiting, darling, let me see you in ecstasy!”

Fool’s Gold

Warnings: public sex, size difference, dirty talk

Such a jealous bastard he was, this warped version of Norton.

Most of the other survivors had already been cleared out of the duo match already, securing your loss, but somehow you still survived. It was touch-and-go for a while, between Joseph’s attacks in his camera world and “Fool’s Gold”’s tenacity outside it. The two Hunters had been on your tail for a while, cutting in one each other’s attempts to catch you, but it was Norton who got to you first. Instead of dragging you to the chair, though, he’d brought you in front of one of Joseph’s cameras, where the image of you taking Hunter cock was now immortalized by the camera world’s projection.

You didn’t have to worry about death by internal bleeding, at least, as his dick was among the few parts of his body that was still flesh. It was, however, just as massive as the rest of him. Norton held you effortlessly by your hips, leaving you folded like a lawn chair in his rocky grip, legs dangling and flailing while he fucked himself with you like an overgrown toy.

“Nor-hughh, Norton,” you cried back at him, careful to use his human name and not the moniker he hated. “S-someone will s-see!”

“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind. Would you rather I just throw you in a chair?” He chuckled above you, voice like hot coals, pace unrelenting. He laughed harder when you shook your head desperately. “Good. I want them to watch me use you like a cock sleeve. See me claim you.” He turned on unsteady feet, pointing your vision towards Joseph’s photograph display. In the image, Norton’s cock has halfway split you open and he’s grinning with that ever-persistent wickedness. A stream of smoke is leaving his mouth while your face is contorted in shock and pleasure. There’s a bulge forming on your lower gut. “Bet the sick fuck is in there, admiring your tight hole like he has a chance. But it’s my cock stretching it open.” Norton’s words tumbled into gravely, cough-broken laughter. His grip on you tightened and suddenly he was fucking you faster, harder. “I’m gonna make you scream, too, so everyone who’s left can hear it. The ones stuck in the chairs over there will know—everyone in both manors is gonna know you’re mine.”

You were quickly devolving into the sounds he wanted, stuck, mid-air, being wrecked by his powerful thrusts. Beneath you, his shoes caught stray drips of your saliva and slick.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Just like that. I’m only getting started, babe.”

Aesop

Warnings: consensual drugging implied (this is not safe even if consensual, don’t try it irl folks), restraints, toys

Everything is warm, no, hot, hot, and swimming like a desert mirage.

“Can you still hear me?” Aesop’s voice calls with a brassy echo. “If you understand me, say ‘yes’.” Trying to speak sends a surge of heat up through your sternum, so what comes out was only a garbled whimper. Aesop steps around his worktable, where you’re tied down in all your naked glory, and comes into shimmering view. His favorite mask is still on, but his eyes have the squint of a gentle smile to them. “I see. I’m going to check your vitals, please try not to squirm too much.” He holds your wrist, presses something ice-cold to your elbow, your chest, your ribs. The freeze contrasts the lava in your veins. A nitrile-gloved hand pinches one of your hardened nipples and draws a sluggish yelp from your throat.

“Good, you’re fine. And you don’t seem to dislike it,” Aesop muses while he massages you. “Since you’re not able to speak reliably, I’m going to stick to what we agreed on beforehand, alright? Nothing more.” He leans down and presses a masked kiss to your forehead before stepping out of sight again. There’s wobbly sounds of metal clanking, and items being set on the table down near your hips. You manage to lift your heavy head just enough to see Aesop grab the metal bar locking your knees apart and push it up, exposing you further to him. His other hand rubs the underside of your thigh soothingly. “You’re already dripping, you know. I think we can skip most of the prep.”

He picks something up from the side, pops a cap. His eyes catch your effort to watch him, and he holds up a thick dildo for you to see, his hands slicking it with lube. “Let’s start with this one, yes?” Even in your daze, you’re certain he’s smirking under his mask. The head of the toy slides against you, and you’re suddenly, acutely aware of the great need pulsing in your body. You were hot before, but now you’re on fire, shivering, gasping, desperate for Aesop to go from rubbing to moremoremore.

And you get your wish. Aesop pushes the thick toy into you all at once and hits the perfect spot. You quiver against the table, babbling praise as full-body shutters rattle your restraints. The room spins more and more as you come, and Aesop’s calm, muffled voice wrapping around you like a blanket. One of his hands rests against your lower stomach, thumb stroking your pelvic bones. You’re not sure if it’s supposed to be soothing or teasing.

“That was beautiful,” Aesop says, sounding breathless. Wet squelches also reach your ears, followed by more shocks of pleasure. He’s still fucking the toy into you. “But we’ve got an hour still, give or take. So please show me that again, as many times as you can.”

[t0bey]

the 2023 essence S tiers everybody (and. star seeker)

[ithaquasbbg]

Tysm for feeding us with ithaqua content omg🙏🙏 how about kissing with ithaqua hcs..like that's it...how would it feel to give him a smooch...

You’re welcome :33

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Ithaqua | Night Watch kissing headcanons

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Tw: none

Extra: he needs some chapstick. It will not feel good /j

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|🩷| First of all, Ithaqua hasn’t kissed anyone before if it’s not platonic (like forehead kisses whilst he’s taking care of his mother.) he probably wouldn’t be the best kisser in the world the first few times. Once he figures it out, I’m sure he’d be a rather quick learner.

|🩷| Ithaqua, though reserved, wants the other manor residents to know that you’re his. Expect to be kissed in public. Not anything serious (making out in public is… gross). But he will definitely lean in and steal a quick kiss or two whenever he notices anyone’s eyes lingering on you a little too long.

|🩷| He does pull up his mask a tiny bit to do this, allowing the bottom part of his face to be visible. Though he does turn away from others while he kisses you to keep some level of secrecy about his face. Everybody knows he’s kissing you though, rest assured.

|🩷| I’d imagine his lips may be a little chapped from the cold, on top of the fact that there likely wasn’t much in the way of chapstick in his time period. If you introduced it to him, he’d attempt to use it if it makes kissing better. (It does.)

|🩷| He can be incredibly mischievous at times, and this comes out in full force when he’s kissing. One moment you’ll be kissing him normally, the next you feel him nibble on your bottom lip and snickering to himself. He has no ulterior motives, Ithaqua simply wants to see your reaction.

|🩷| All of this is not to say that he cannot be a sincere kisser as well, it’s just more likely to happen in private. You may catch him staring a little too long and the next thing you know he pulls you in for a gentle kiss or two.

|🩷| He’s totally the type to smile while he’s kissing another person. Sometimes it’s a more cocky smirk, such as when he’s aware that he’s gotten a reaction out of you. But sometimes it’s a genuine smile, he does truly love you a lot and does have a tendency to seek out affection from you. Because of this, he’s probably very easy to make happy with kisses.

|🩷| His protectiveness causes him to act much more bold than he is while you’re in public together. In private he’s much more reserved with his kissing and affection, since he doesn’t feel like he needs to prove something. In a way, it’s a glimpse of who he was before his life had gone downhill, the person who he hides under that mask of his.

|🩷| He does quite like receiving kisses from you. Ithaqua enjoys little pecks on the lips or cheeks from time to time like any lover. But little kisses on the tip of the nose, beside the eye or on his temples are ones that do make him melt into you.

|🩷| Ithaqua is a handsy young man. While he’s kissing you, expect to find his hands playing with your hair, rubbing your back, ect. He is quite affectionate and it definitely comes out towards you :33

[strawberry-writings]

୨⎯ Ithaqua with a reader who has a crush on him ⎯୧

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚You finally confessed in the snowy place of Leo's memory.˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

— ♡ When you first saw him you were fascinated with him. He seemed so amazing, his laugh, his abilites, and yeah...Whenever you see him you can't take your eyes off of him. There's just something special about him that pulls you in. You never told anyone about your crush on him, but once you did your close friend asked you this specific question.

"Have you seen his face though?"

Of course they wouldn't mean any offense by it. But they're actually right. You haven't seen his face, but you could care less. Appearance doesn't matter! Your eyes naturally gravitated towards him, and you always hoped that nobody would notice.

You often read books in the library since nobody is allowed to go outside the manor. Ithaqua often came in the library as well. You couldn't help but to always secretly look at him for so long.

You were quite obvious as well. Whenever you wouldn't see Ithaqua in the library, suddenly you only thought about where he could be. One time you were looking for the Night Watch because you couldn't find him anywhere and you made the great mistake of asking someone. The conversation went like this.

"Ah, excuse me? Have you seen the Night watch? I can't seem to find him anywhere."

You asked quietly to the Perfumer. She's known for having a loud mouth. She gasped and yelled out loudly.

"Do you have a crush on him!?"

The other survivors nearby looked at you two in confusion and or curiosity.

"I normally see him in the library! So wouldn't it be normal for me to wonder where he went?"

You desperately tried to reason with Vera. She just didn't buy it. Unfortunately for you, she always caught you looking at him everytime he was nearby and your body language changed as well.

Poor (name) was so obvious and couldn't hide their feelings for him. Not a while later a rumor went around saying that you had a crush on him and it was true. But that never stopped you from admiring Ithaqua. Due to your luck, you had to go against him in a match. Oh no, he probably already knew about the rumors. But strangely he decided to be friendly for this match because he wanted to speak to you.

He luckily found you first and looked at you. You couldn't tell if it was in curiosity, disgust, or maybe in adoration due to his mask. He reached his hand to take his mask off and behind it was a playful smile.

"So you're the one i heard that liked me a lot?"

He said in a mischievous tone but you could only admire his facial features. His eyes were beautiful, his cheeks had a slight tint of blush on it, his smile is adorable, and you could see his pretty hair as well.

"Ahaha! Rumors spread quickly don't they? I have no choice but to say yes. I actually do like you a lot..."

(name) replied with a stutter. Why were they so dumb? Ithaqua is gonna think they're weird and what if he hates them?

"I think you're cool! Your abilites are fascinating, and more..."

"What "more"?"

Ithaqua asked in a teasing tone. Just like he wanted to hear how much you liked him.

You quickly mumbled.

"Your voice, and that handsome face of yours."

He chuckled a bit at your response. So shy just for him, he hasn't had anyone admire him so much like this. Ithaqua thought of you as cute.

Ithaqua found you something new. He knew that your thoughts of him were different from the others, many thought neutrally of him but no one has thought this positively about him expect for his mother. He wants to get to know you more.

It feels like something big has happened with Ithaqua, he has never felt so curious about someone before.

"Do you want to grab a cup of tea with me sometime and have a chat? But of course, we could chat right now."

Ithaqua asked to the (hair colored) young person. (name) shyly replied back after realizing what they got themselves into.

"Ah, sure!"

While (name) and Ithaqua were having a good chat together, the other survivors were wondering what was happening. Why wasn't the hunter chasing them? And why couldn't anyone find (name) decoding. The two kept on endlessly talking throughout the match that they even forgot they were in one. Until the other survivors discovered them throwing snowballs at each other.

The other survivors kept quiet though. And whispered to each other instead to not attract any attention to them.

"Oh my, they seem like they would make a lovely couple. Their chemistry is so good."

The Entomologist said to the other survivors standing beside her. But the other survivor had to say something else that wasn't as positive.

"Aren't these types of relationships forbidden by the Baron? I find it unacceptable that a survivor and hunter would date."

The magician spat with venom. He couldn't believe that a survivor and a hunter could get into a relationship. He found the idea extremely weird.

But their thoughts don't matter. After all right now it was just you and Ithaqua. You can't feel any nervousness around him anymore, it's just like you two are meant to be.

That's their love story.

[akechisu1]