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I absolutely love n adore your writing especially your IDV Norton/ Fool’s Gold ones (I am a huge ! major ! simp for him). I need MORE OF FOOL’S GOLD— the size difference is getting to me!!

I hope you’re taking requests! :> Fool’s Gold is just sometimes always in thought at how different the size is between him n reader? Like. Just how do they handle him so well ?? Or even, just like the idea of cat and mouse BECAUSE OF THE SIZE DIFF.. this can be a nsfw oneshot or drabble but it’s up to you entirely!!

rated Explicit | Warning: it kinda feral

Norton Campbell has always been the one who towers above you, Andrew, William, and himself being the tallest in the survivors' group. This translated to his hunter counterpart who is the tallest of the hunters next to Disciple, Evil Reptilian, and himself.

When he is around you, he is often standing beside or behind you, a grin on his face as you watch you crane your name to look at his face— The same thing you do with his other self, but is different.

There is arrogance, cockiness, and sadistness in his wide toothy grin. Especially, when he has you all alone and his excitement is clear by the way he has you on a medical bed at the second level of the Sacred Heart Hospital.

He was particularly vicious in this match. He is of course a vicious hunter, but this felt a bit personal as he had downed Freddy, Kreacher, and Servais. It was like he was… God, you should kick him for being territorial— None of them are a threat, but you know Norton never particularly liked them.

“So small.” Keeping his deformed hand pinning your arms above your head, “To think this has taken all of my cock.” His other hand cupping your crotch, “Bet you can take us both.”

The idea of both Nortons being inside of you as you flustered, embarrassed thinking how many times that was close to happening. You fear if that happens, you might not be able to walk properly for a while. Yet, the idea excites you and he chuckles at how you bite down on your lower lip. His hand moved up and down. Your hips raised begging silently for more.

“Say you can, no, say you will take us both, sparky.”

You try to speak knowing he is going to use it as an opportunity to have you moaning louder midway— Still, you foolishly try and once again you are moaning.

“Sensitive today, huh?” Raising an eyebrow at how you easily moaned a little too loudly. His hand moves under you grabbing the waistband of your pants, a push up and a pull as exposes your ass and legs to the slightly warm air.

“That little bastard.” He yanked your pants with your underlings off your legs taking a shoe with it before tossing it on the ground beside his feet. Now he can see why you were sensitive, the bite marks on your thighs and your hole smelling heavily of arousal— That weak brat made sure to cum inside of you too, giving Fool’s Gold the sloppy seconds of your hole.

“Fine,” Unzipping his pants, “This will only make it easy for me!” You squirm as he picks up your leg and brings it up to your shoulder, “Let's take that pretty voice of yours from him in return.”

You would have thought he was gonna slam right into you, no he made sure to drag out the sensation of him filling you. Norton is well endowed, to say the least and he is always something you might not ever get used to— Fool’s Gold is bigger, considering he can reconstruct himself… Of course, he made himself big enough to have a bump appear on your lower stomach from him filling you so much. And he loves to not only point it out but touch it to actively remind you: he is bigger.

So competitive, not that it does not have its advantages but, God, you are always sore.

“Now say what I told you to say before.” Now fully inside of you, “Say how you can take us both, sparky.”

You say it softly with your face turned away, then you say it again louder when he starts a rough pace making you immediately realize you are in fact that sensitive.

“That's it,” Laughing as repositions you to have both your legs pressed against your chest so he can reach even deeper, “Go on, tell me how bad you need us.” He wants to feed into his ego, loves hearing you admit how you love Norton Campbell so much— How you love every fucked up piece of him like he is a diamond rather than Fool’s Gold. “Fuck, every time so tight.” You moan out his name, the desperation for release with each ‘Norton, Norton, Norton’ you say.

“Whore,” Groaning, “My whore.” His hands, both of them holding your legs. Your hands gripping the dirty surgeon table as the Hunter fucks you relentlessly. A mix of spite and his own desperation for you.

[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.

[rosemaze-reveries]

Ithaqua and Joseph and a sleepy reader hcs please? If not that’s ok 💕

bartender.... sleepytime tea please.... and make it a double

Ithaqua 🌪️

Ithaqua is fiercely protective of his boundaries, making him seem aloof towards most things. But when he gets close with someone, it’s like a switch goes off in him.

He fusses over you often -- trekking through the snow, he’ll always keep a hand hovering around you in case you trip. He also likes to walk directly in front of you while holding your hand, knowing you tend to lose focus of your surroundings when you’re drowsy.

Has a knack for soothing you to sleep, replicating techniques that his mother would use on him: humming her lullabies to you, stroking your hair, or softly talking with you until you’re too tired to keep going.

Everyday he hangs your blankets by the fire, so they’re warm and toasty whenever you need them. He wishes he thought of doing this when his mom was around, but he’s happy to do it for you now.

Doesn’t really cuddle with you. He feels more secure sitting in a nearby chair where he can watch over you.

The most he’ll do is hold your hand, or sometimes even let you pull him down for a kiss... but you’d have a hard time getting him to leave that chair. He’s always on guard in case of unwelcome visitors.

Joseph 📸

Joseph looks forward to finding you asleep in random spots around the manor. It means he can carry you back to bed <3

He has a very gentle, rhythmic walk, so you usually sleep through it. But every once in a while you wake up in his arms, and he jokingly complains that you’ll sleep anywhere except next to him.

It’s common for you to come over to wherever he’s sitting and rest your head against his shoulder. He’ll bring you into his lap so you can rest comfortably, and also use the chance to take a break himself.

The type to keep saying he’s got work to do, but doesn’t resist you at all. You’re always a very welcome interruption.

He fell into a habit of playing with your fingers while you doze off next to him. Now, even when you’re not there, his hand mindlessly wanders to find you.

He’ll act as if he was reaching for something else, whether or not someone was watching him.

Waking you up is one of his favorite things to do. He loves watching you curl into his chest for one more minute of warmth, and he’ll pepper kisses up your jawline as an apology for disrupting your sleep <3

[petrif1ed]

All for a win

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Summary: You made a deal with Alva to let your team win.

Genre: smut

Author’s note: I dedicate this one for the hungry alva simps love yall

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You’ve never thought this would ever happen, but here you are in the corner of Leo’s memory with your undergarment pulled down to your knees, getting your brain fucked out by the tall hunter. All for Alva to let you and your team win the match unharmed. I mean this would only be a one time thing ..right? You weren’t really in the mood for kiting, So why not have a bargain with the hunter instead?

A tiny drop of drool drips down on the side of your mouth, Your eyes were filled with lust. The cold winter breeze sent shivers down your spine. You let out whimpers feeling his cock ramming in you with a fast pace. You press your hands on the wall needing the support cause you felt like you were about to give out at any moment and the coldness wasn’t helping you either. “F-fuck Alva! Slow down!” His grip on your waist tightened, he used his other hand to go under your shirt and grope your chest.

You were caught out of your lustful daze when one of your teammates, Ganji shouted “Stay put, I’m coming!” In order to inform you he would assist you with your “kite” You couldn’t risk getting caught, you don’t want to traumatize someone or Lady Nightingale finding out what you did with the hunter, she’s already not fond of friendly hunters. You quickly shouted “Get out of here!” Alva stopped realizing what was happening, He smirked deviously.

“What’s wrong, Dear?”He whispers into your ear. His deep voice had an effect on you and he knew that, it led you to tighten around his cock. But this is no time to be horny! “My teammate is coming..” you screamed get out of here again, desperate for Ganji to go back to decoding. The relief you felt when he shouted back his 1% decoding progress.

Alva slammed back in you, catching you in surprise. You let a cry out “Who said we were done here? there’s still 3 ciphers left and I still haven’t came yet.” Your legs were shaking at this point, you felt your wetness drip down your thigh. You knew deep down this incident would leave you sore for weeks.

[blvb]

IDV SURVIVORS

Characters: Lucas Balsa, Naib Subedar, Norton Campbell and Mike Morton

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Synopsis: s/o who give an insect in their hands.

a/n: My first time to write and show, have mercy to my writings please. it might have some grammar errors, my first language is french. The character might be ooc.

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⚡LUCAS BALSA⚡

I think Lucas will be so happy if you want to show somethings that you find. If you tell him to open one hand to put your discovery, he will oblige to do so. At first Lucas will have a beautiful smile until he see what it is, his smile disapear and will take few second to look at the insect. Lucas will scream while throwing the bug somewhere. he might cry a little bit, and he will ask why did you pick that thing, only to learn that you like find and grab insects. Lucas is scars from this encounter, now he will always ask you what you have in you're hand before you give him.

🟢NAIB SUBEDAR🟢

Naib will ask what you have in your hand before you are close to him, only to be answer '' Something beautiful ! Open one of your hand '' he will sigh and open his hand only to feel something crawling in his hand. Naib will have a tiny heart attack, he will look closer to the bug and tell you next time to find something more beautiful like a ladybug or one with cute feature. He will let the bug go softly on a leaf or on the ground. or eat it

🧲NORTON CAMPBELL🧲

Sorry for the bugs lovers for this one, Norton will have a face a bit scary until he see you coming on is direction, his face will ease a bit. Norton will look at your hand close in front of him, he will be unsure what to do at first until you say open one of his hand. Weird but alright, he will look at first then crush it in is hand, you scream a big NO but is to late. You will look at him with disbelief, look at his face and then at his hands, back it forth. If you are sad he will make it back for you, like maybe a time for both of you to chase some insect together, but it will surely just watch with a smile while you're so happy.

✨MIKE MORTON✨

I think Mike will not be scared by bugs like Lucas. when you run at his side with your hand in front of you, he will be so curious. You ask his hand, he will do it without asking. Mike will be amazed what you find, he will ask with so much energy where did you find this bug. Mike will follow you if you show the spot where the bug was discovered. I think he will like to spend time with you to find more.

a/n: there's a side in me say it's a bit funky, but oh well, i hope that you like what i write and so sorry again for the wrongs writing and bad grammar. I JUST REALISE !! I write the name of Luca wrong.

[ithaqualovers]

My Eveningstar

Husband! Morningstar (Helel) x Reader

(TW: NSFW!! 18+ only) ((This was requested by a friend of mine, and this is my first writing a smut ToT... If there is a mistake please tell me! And if you don't know the meaning of Eveningstar is 'The brightest' and symbolized that you are an eternal beauty and love of a Roman goddess.)

Meanwhile, above the high tower, the wind howled as it swirled around the spire, bringing with it the distant cries of the people below. You stood atop the tower, surveying the land with a wistful gaze. Then the Morningstar's servant suddenly called you to the tower's chamber, requested by your king, Helel the Morningstar. the servant approached you and spoke solemnly. “King's dear lover, Eveningstar,” they said. “The Morningstar has need of your presence. He awaits you in the tower chamber.” The servant bowed before you and stepped back. You were surprised by their words, but you nodded and set off for the tower.

As you ascended the stairs, you wondered what Helel wanted from you. When you reached the chamber, you saw the king standing in the centre. Your husband, Helel. The sun that centred on his mask shone brightly as he grinned. “My dearest, come closer to your beloved husband.” You slowly walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest. Helel slowly took his mask off to expose his dull-cream pupils. Helel took your hands in his, his touch comforting and warm. He brought your hands to his lips and kissed them softly. He looked into your eyes and said “You look so beautiful today, my Eveningstar... Your presence shows a goddess-like beauty, and I am blessed to be able to call you mine.” A smirk appeared on his face. You have never felt him call you like this since he is so possessive and obsessive towards you.

You already know what he wants. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. You can tell that he has an agenda in mind by the way he is speaking so intimately and romantically to you, and the smirk on his face shows that he knows he is getting to you. His possessive and obsessive nature further confirms that he is after something, and that he expects you to give in to his wishes. “What is that you want to do with me, Helel? I will not let you use me for your own gain again.” You replied, your voice was stern and unwavering. Helel chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint as he stepped closer to you. He reached out to gently brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Oh, my fiery dove, you are always so quick with your words,” he purred, his voice dripping with desire. “But I see through that facade, Y/n. I know deep down you crave the touch of your beloved husband.” His hand trailed down from your face, caressing your neck and collarbone. “I want you. I want to feel the heat between us ignite into a blazing inferno. To taste the passion that burns within our souls.” His voice grew huskier as he leaned in close, his hot breath washing over your lips. “Give yourself to me completely, my Eveningstar. Let us indulge in pleasures beyond mortal comprehension.”

You hesitated, unsure of what to do. You raised a brow and met his gaze, feeling a tremor of fear and excitement. Taking a deep breath, and sighed. Do you really have to give in to him? You knew that there was no turning back if you said yes. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and nodded, ready to take the plunge. “Hm. So needy...” You smirked, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you opened your eyes as your e/c stared into his dull-creamy eyes. “My needy king wants to fuck his Eveningstar, correct?” You chuckled at your words and a smirk tugging your lips. Helel's eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of amusement and desire dancing within them as he leaned in closer, his voice dripping with dark allure. “Oh, my delectable dove, you always knew how to play with fire. But be warned, for I am the inferno that consumes all in its path.” His hand trailed down your arm before gripping your waist possessively. “Oh, yes. I want nothing more than to claim you as my own once again. To feel our souls entwined in a passionate dance of pleasure and dominance." He pressed himself against you, his breath hot against your ear. “But remember this: it is not just 'fucking' I seek. It is the sheer ecstasy of surrendering ourselves to the darkest desires that reside within us both. Are you ready to lose yourself in the flames?”

You closed your eyes, the excitement coursing through your veins. You were ready to embrace the unknown, to let go of all inhibitions and finally break free. You nodded a silent agreement that sealed your fate. You really give in to him, huh? “Mm... Alright, my Morningstar... Do as you wish.” With your permission granted, Helel grinned, a sinister glint in his golden eyes. He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper in your ear. “Good.” His eyes gleamed with a mix of desire and satisfaction as he felt the heat of your words wash over him. He released a low, rumbling chuckle that resonated through the chamber. “Ah, my insatiable Eveningstar,” he murmured huskily, “your eagerness fuels the fire within me.”

With a swift, fluid motion, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you effortlessly towards the grand bed adorned with silk sheets and dark velvet drapes. As he laid you down gently, his hands moved with purpose, skillfully removing every garment you wear. His touch was firm yet tantalizingly gentle as he explored every inch of your body, tracing patterns of pleasure along your curves. He slowly removed his heavy cape and settled in next to you, he pulled the bust of his short black coat to his side exposing his bare chest. You shivered as you felt his sharp fingers, caressing your hips. His breath was hot and heavy against your skin as he lifted your hips. His eyes drank in the sight of your body, and you felt your heart race as he leaned closer. His lips brushed against yours, and the intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Helel pulled down his trousers as he positioned himself above you, and you felt the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. His golden eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that could ignite galaxies. Lowering himself onto you, he claimed your lips in a searing kiss while simultaneously entering you with a slow and deliberate thrust without a warning. You gasped as he filled you, your entire body trembling with pleasure.

“Mmf... H-Helel...” You moaned his name in his mouth while his tongue explored your mouth, tasting every corner of it. Feeling your inner muscles clench around his cock, Helel pressed down even further, filling you with his length to the hilt. A low groan escaped his lips as he broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto yours, boring into your very soul. “That's it...” he panted, and his hands roamed over your body, tracing patterns of desire and love across your skin. He began to move within you with a slow, rhythmic intensity, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Let me hear your screams of pleasure as we drown in the inferno that binds us together.” He whispered huskily. You clung to him as the pleasure rose within you, your cries growing louder and louder until you screamed out in pleasure. Oh, your cries are only making him turned even more passionate. Helel let out a deep, throaty moan of pleasure as he felt your inner muscles clench around him. He increased his pace and thrust harder against you, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. “That's it, my Eveningstar,” he growled lowly, “Take me all in... Mmmf– surrender yourself to me.” His hands roamed hungrily over your body as he moved within you with an almost primal intensity. With each thrust came another wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep away any sense of rationality that remained between both of you. “Hah...” He moaned aloud as he felt himself becoming lost in the fire between you two.

You bit your lip and gripped the back of his neck tightly as your nails dug into his flesh and started bleeding. Helel groaned in both pleasure and pain as your nails dug into the back of his neck, fueling the fire that burned within him. His thrusts became more urgent and desperate, matching the intensity of your grip. He gasped and grinned, “You are... enjoying this... aren't you?” His hips moved with a primal rhythm, meeting yours with an unyielding force. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with the symphony of your moans and breathless cries. “Mmn... I'm almost there..” As you continued to tighten around him, Helel could feel his release building within him, becoming an unstoppable force ready to consume them both. With one final deep thrust, he let out a guttural groan and released himself inside you, filling you with his semen. He collapsed beside you on the bed, his chest rising and falling heavily as he regained his breath. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he turned towards you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You feel so good...” he whispered, “My beautiful, Eveningstar.”

Both of you panted heavily as Helel kissed you tenderly, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you close. You both lay there in silence, savouring the moment and the connection you had just shared. You looked at him and smirked, “Tired already?” you asked. Helel's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, his breathing steady. “Tired? Far from it, my love,” he purred, his voice laced with desire. “I am merely catching my breath before I continue to ravish you again.” With a swift and fluid motion, he rolled over, pinning you beneath him once again. His hands traced a path of fire along your body as his lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss. “Prepare yourself, Eveningstar,” he whispered against your lips.

“For I am not done with you yet.” 

[captainsharkyy]

Happy Valentine's Day, guys! Here goes my first post on Tumblr

Matthias Czernin x Reader

The paper flowers started to appear on the floor in front of his door only a few days after he arrived at the manor. They would appear in the morning and after dinner. One after another, Matthias wasn't quite sure what to do with them, and he couldn't throw them away mindlessly after seeing how carefully crafted they were. Did whoever put the paper flowers in front of his door know that was to his room? He doubted they were truly for him, but when the flowers started to come bunched up into mini bouquets, he began to feel a little special.

The first paper flower was a camellia. He accidentally stepped on it coming out of his room, but he saved it and kept it on his desk. He wondered, that day, if that paper flower was really meant for him or not. Surely there was someone next to him who was more deserving of such a craft. The paper flower that showed up after dinner was a sunflower that Matthias also accidentally stepped on.

He quickly asked his next door neighbor, the embalmer, if the paper flower was meant for him. The man seemed a little spooked but kept his calm composure. He let out a soft 'no' before returning to his room for the night. Matthias looked down at the paper sunflower curiously, then he heard footsteps coming from the hallway behind him. He turned around to face the person walking,

"Excuse me," he said, loud enough for the person to hear. They stopped in their tracks, standing stiff straight. "I found this paper flower in front of my door, and I feel it was not meant for me," he continued. "So, I was wondering if, ah, if you knew who this belongs to..?" The person quickly shook their head and ran to their room and shut the door immediately. With a disappointed sigh, Matthias returned to his room and placed the paper sunflower next to the camellia from that morning.

The third paper flower was a tulip, and the one after dinner was a lilly of the valley. The fith paper flower was a blue star, and the one that came later on was an orange rose.

The seventh paper flower was a lavender. By now, Matthias had enough of the paper crafts to make a bouquet if he so wanted to.

That day, he consulted the gardener to see if she had anything to do with the flowers. She only giggled at his question and directed him to the library to a few books on flowers. He sat down at a small table with a few books, picking one up and looking through the glossary for the specific flowers.

As he slowly read through, a nice feeling resonated within him. Happiness, maybe? He couldn't quite tell. A small smile graced his features. Maybe the flowers were meant for him after all. He heard a few books fall and someone running out of the library fast.

That night, when Matthias returned to his room, a yellow tulip and a singular pink rose were tied together in front his his door. This continued for a few weeks: a paper flower in the morning, attend games (if any), dinner, and a paper flower at night. Of course, by now, he had heard of Y/n L/n, the origamist, but he could never find them in a manor, not even in games either. And no matter who Matthias asked, no one ever said where they were. It was as if everyone was helping them hide from something. He couldn't help but feel like he had something to do with it, as though they were afraid of him.

The thought didn't exactly boost his confidence by much at all, but he could fight the bad feelings off when the paper flowers continued to arrive. He assumed it meant that Y/n could see him, but he couldn't see them. If that was the case, he hoped they would show themself to him one day.

Looking at the floor when he opened his door, Matthias noticed a difference. Instead of one paper flower, there was a small bouquet of them. He picket up the bouquet of paper gardenias with care and placed them on his night stand, next to a few stray flowers from the previous weeks. He had acquired so many paper flowers that they flooded his desk, so he had to place them in random areas in his room. Although, he did get a few vases for them and that cleared up a lot of space.

Matthias had found no sign of Y/n that day, but he did come back to his room that night to two bouquets: one being a bouquet of forget-me-nots, and the other a bouquet of pink roses. He smiled a little, at the thought that maybe getting two paper bouquets in the same night meant something.

The next morning there was a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and that night there was a bouquet of white lillies. And the morning afterward, there was a bouquet of ivory roses, and that night there was a bouquet of lavender roses.

When Matthias opened the door the next morning there was no bouquet of paper flowers. Confused, he looked down the hall but there was no sign of one. Perhaps they grew tired of making paper flowers for him, or perhaps they lost interest in him as a whole? But that couldn't be, those flowers held meanings he just couldn't ignore.

He didn't realize what day it was until he walked the halls of the manor, seeing the decorations, and seeing people in the manor trade gifts and heartfelt words. Matthias felt his stomach sink with disappointment that his secret admirer he didn't leave a gift in front of his door like they usually would do.

Matthias walked back to his room, coming from the main living room of the manor. The devastating sound of creaking wood and gears clinked and ground together beside him.

"Too bad everyone ignored you!" Said Louis. "Did'ya see? Everyone looked at me!" Matthias opened the door from the foyer, leading to the upstairs level of the manor, and Louis skipped beside him. Matthias said nothing in response, opting to ignore him lest he wants to feel further down in the dumps. Once he stepped in front of his room and turned the handle to open the door, and hand suddenly slapped against the wall causing him to jump in suprise and turn his attention to the noise. He focused his attention on the mystery person with a pounding heart, only to be surprised once again.

A survivor he hadn't yet met in person greeted him with (e/c) eyes glimmering with excitement, cheeks tinted a bright red, a bouquet of paper flowers and a pink envelope with a red heart wax seal. Within the bouquet were carefully crafted red roses, lavender flowers, daisies, and red snapdragons

Matthias's voice caught in his throat as he cautiously accepted the envelope and tore the wax seal to open it and took out the card inside to read it.

"Dear Matthias,

Happy Valentine's Day!

I'm sorry if I disappointed you for a while before this, I wanted to wait until the perfect moment to give this to you. I just wanted to tell you that I really like you, and I'd like to spend more time with you! So, I wanted to know if you will be my Valentine's!

Yours truly, Y/n L/n, the Origamist."

Matthias felt his face flush red. It was them! Finally, he meets Y/n! His features were graced with a small smile when Y/n moved the bouquet closer to him. He cleared his throat,

"W-Would you..." he hesitated, knowing Louis would be with him, "...like to come in?" He asked them. With a delighted smile, they eagerly nodded their head. Matthias opened the door to his room and stepped aside for them and then followed in afterwards. Louis's face hit the closed door with a thud and a groan followed afterward.

Hope you liked it!

[fillupthemess]

Could I request yandere ithaqua with a parental reader or dad reader to little girl and gardener.

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YANDERE Itahqua x PARENTAL MALE! READER To Little girl & Gardener

Platonic & Romantic

⚝: a broken glass will not fix itself.. Take your own hands by your self it's sharp like a razor blade.. if not the next your blood will be work of art.

Reader pronounce is He/Him, Reader name will be ◯◯ and this is be forever use, third-perspective/third-person perspective, Somewhat hate-love.

Note: it's been so long since i play this game i want to play it again but oh well my phone memory is about to get full 😮‍💨.

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-> the announcement of new survivor was heard over the manor.. Some survivor or hunter wanting to know what or who is the new survivor, trying to guess what they a capable to do, trying to guess what they gonna use.. Itahqua however is One of the Guesser.

-> he wants to know what they be using on the match what skill does they have what personally does they have, and about a couple of days The new survivor was Hire, ◯◯ a caretaker, Wellcome and Great was hire for the new survivor.

-> ever since ◯◯ on the manor he help Emily for looking out the injured Of survivor, he a kind hearted and calm person, on the game ◯◯ is a great for being followed for injured survivor boosting a speed this however caught in Itahqua eyes.

-> whenever the game is done ◯◯ always on the side of Little girl or Gardener helping, playing, staying, Spend time with them, no matter what he with them, in this case itahqua starting to feel Déjà vu.

-> remembering the past him all the good day he and his "Mother", and it's down to crumble like a dust after the incident happened.. Itahqua hated the incident.. He of course hate "him", this does make him feel like he needed to do something before ◯◯ become like his past self.

-> ◯◯ reminds him of his "Mother", this making him saddened by the fact what happened in the incident, he hated the person who look exactly himself.. He hated his face have to be The person he hated, he doesn't want to call the person as His " Twin brother ", his ugly Skin making him Disgust, In this state and he hated of what the person do to his "Mother".

-> Itahqua is a Protective, Self conscious, denial, Delusional, and Jealousy towards ◯◯ This of course making him well protective of ◯◯, of course he didn't want ◯◯ having the same fate of his "Mother", he didn't want the same fate going back again and he will and he will never make it happen again, he hated that ◯◯ have to remind him of his "Mother" So much.

-> he will and probably will kidnapped ◯◯ to the hunter Side, taking care he can do it all just.. Don't make it happen again itahqua doesn't want the same incident happened again he doesn't want ◯◯ having incident as his "Mother", he knows he knows that's this behavior is no good.. But it's For the safety so he denial about it.

-> Just don't... Don't make the same thing happened again.. He doesn't want it.. And he hated it If it's happened again.

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[williaml0ver]

☆ <3 Ganji Gupta giving his s/o a cat ☆ <3

[🖇️] word count: 1535

[🖇️] warnings: g/n reader, fluff, comfort, crack, not proofreading any of this lol

[🖇️] author's note: did i mention previously that i don't know how to portray Ganji in headcanons? Well yes... did i give that idea up and started working on something else but stopped in the middle because i got a stupid idea? Well yes! I'm glad to present all of you a silly Ganji drabble in those testing times!

-As a cricket player, your boyfriend quite often had to leave your shared cottage. Of course, sometimes he'd let you tag along, but it was not always possible. Days like this were filled with loneliness, and as much as you appreciated Ganji's passion and hard work you did experience the terrible moments of emptiness.

-Ganji, as much as he'd prefer to stay together, knows it wouldn't be responsible. The bills are no joke. There is always an emotional aura around when he's coming home — when you receive a letter confirming his homecoming you feel literally head over heels. Then, once Ganji arrives he is welcomed with a cozy dinner and a long cuddle session.

-You manage to notice that your boyfriend, who sometimes may be hard for you to read is in fact acting a little strange, yet you assume that maybe the homesickness was still kicking in, so you decided to not confront him.

-Ganji NEVER allows you to help him in unpacking, stating that you've already done enough by keeping the house clean. When this time you hear no protests from his side you know something is up, you just can't wrap your head around what exactly. You're told to grab some luggage and bring it to your shared room. You decide to obey him to not raise any suspicion. After he's made sure you're busy upstairs, he begins his secret plan. Ganji sneaks out of the cottage. He approaches a small shed standing next to it, and takes your surprise to meet you.

-Meanwhile, you are still upstairs, folding your boyfriend's clothes and putting them into your joint wardrobe, feeling grumpy, yet grateful he is finally back. Suddenly, you hear him calling you. Assuming he just needs your assistance, you unassumingly get up and go downstairs. What you see however is nothing you expected it to be...!

-Standing next to you, you look at Ganji gently smiling. Then, your attention turns to his chest. Inside his partially unzipped shirt you notice a small fluff ball being carried in it, your lover's hand gently petting it. Unsure what to do, you cover your mouth with your hands and try to process what did just happen. The batter explains that he's aware of the gap, the hole he leaves inside you when he has to leave you for business for some time. It truly makes his heart break, therefore he decided it may be a good idea to give you a small companion.

-You quickly run over to Ganji, giving him a kiss on the lips, he then holds the small cat in his palms and gives it to you. A small group hug is formed. Of course, knowing it's a small animal, you took the batter's gift very seriously. You asked several key questions, including if there are furniture and food prepared for it. His heart melted after hearing you saying that it's like if you two had a baby to raise. Ganji knew that now when he leaves you will feel at least a little less lonely now. He also admired your dedication to help him raise the small one.

-Sooner or later, this moment was impossible to avoid, in no time, Ganji was once again called to come back. You spent your final night together cuddling in bed, his arm around you. You have placed the cat between both of you. Out of the three, you fell asleep first. It always amazed you how Ganji could sleep for so few hours and still be able to function properly. He silently watches your sleeping form while smiling to himself, petting both of his now two little ones.

-After Ganji left for good, he kept thinking about you for the next few days. Are you doing alright? Is the cat causing any trouble? Before bringing it to you, he hasn't noticed any nasty behaviour coming from the small creature, but what he DID notice is that this time you've let him go rather easily. Whenever it was time for your boyfriend to get back to work, you would always become very clingy, sometimes even shedding a tear here and there. But this time? You seemed weirdly calm. He later came to a conclusion that his small fluff ball of joy is probably the reason for the sudden change in your mood. Good, he thought, you are now more or less distracted while he is away.

-Another thing he wasn't aware of is that now that while he's gone, the cat is literally wrapping you around it's fingers... i mean claws. At one point or another, you unawarely become a maid at your own house. You constantly spend your time with your cat. It's got new toys, new food, new places to play in.

-As time passes, Ganji once again comes back and is welcomed by you enthusiastically as always. He sees his "child" has now grown and is being well taken care of by his lover. He doesn't mind at all that there is now more cat accessories around the house, it's just proof that it's being treated properly.

-After a homecoming dinner, Ganji decides he needs some fresh air and alone time. He however starts to sense a stinky smell. While trying to find it's source, he stumbled upon his shoes. He decided to give the search up and go outside, but then, the moment of realization hits. Someone has SHAT inside HIS shoes! and he doesn't need further investigation to know who is behind this. The only question in his mind is why? After spending so much time with their lover home alone, he assumed you instructed it on how to properly use the litter box, right? And the answer is that you in fact did. Though for mysterious reasons, the cat decided to give his second owner a proper welcome.

-See, small guy noticed that after Ganji returned, you paid more attention to him instead. Obviously, kitty doesn't like that and has to show this man where his place is. Ganji just found himself a mortal enemy - at one point, those nasty surprises became a cycle. Each time he came back, a trick would be played on him and yet you didn't seem to be offended by the vandal's actions. The cat keeps attacking his leg, bites him, steals his food from the plate, hides his socks in his small bed. What's going on? When he arrives home after a long time, the not-so-innocent-and-not-anymore baby tries to get your attention all the time, acting like it's in pain, all to make you less and less interested in Ganji's long awaited homecoming.

-While being petted by you, it mischievously stares at your love, and he isn't scared to stare back. They watch each other with pure hatred and jealousy. It can last minutes. They are barely blinking... it's like a forever fight who is going to win your attention. Ganji brought a monster into his house.

-"I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE..."

-You literally can't cuddle either of them alone. Whenever the other sees you hugging, he has to step in, much to the other's discomfort. Ganji's last straw though was when he found his bat scratched with claws and bite marks. He is rarely angry when he arrives home, but this one time he was extremely grumpy. Do you guys know that feeling when your pet randomly decides to jump on you with all their force? Ganji is a constant victim of that.

-Finally, your boyfriend draws the line. He is tired of being harassed in his own house, by his own child. You wouldn't even be surprised if he told it to find a cat job and help pay the bills. He decides to have a serious chat with you the next morning.

-While he was sleeping, Ganji has had a serious nightmare. He always talked with you about that one dream, the one with the burning building. You know it was very traumatic for him so you always comforted him. But not this time. You were so tired you didn't even wake up, and meanwhile Ganji was shaking and panting, all sweaty. He wishes he wouldn't have to wake you up, but it seems like there is no other choice. Then, suddenly he feels paws touching his bare chest. It's that demon, he thought to himself, expecting the worst to happen, for a goofy cat to make him feel even more down than before. To his surprise, the cat sits on his stomach and begins to, how you like to call it, make biscuits. Ganji quickly feels better, grateful to the little cat he got so jealous of before. Your baby fell asleep together with your lover holding it in his hands. When you woke up to that sight, you felt very moved by the act.

-Some time later, each of them began respecting each other a bit more, "maybe it isn't that bad after all, huh?" Said Ganji. What he didn't know, is that at the same time, his small troublemarker was chewing on his favourite sportswear.

-Let's say, you had to get both of them to your bed and cuddle with each other to calm down the situation...

[🖇️] absolutely devastated that Ganji doesn't have a plushie or anything... i'm like screaming crying peeing and throwing up 💔 well i decided to make an autistic yipee Ganji themed creature... i think i'll also edit my first two hc posts and turn autistic yipee creatures into Naib and William too hehe

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Valentine’s Day: Ithaqua

My fav skins of Ithaqua doing the V day thing idk

rated mature | warning: drug (invisible man) and morningstar being weird (this normal for him tbh)

Normal Ithaqua:

“Are you saying you want to mate with me?”

“No, no! This is just a gift to you because I love you.”

“You have given me gifts before but this is different. Are you hinting you want to partake in a fertility ritual? There is no possible way I can help you create a child, (Name).”

“Ithaqua, love, that is not at all my intention.”

“Pity, I would like to mate with you though no child could come from our union.”

“Ithaqua!”

Snickering at the cost of you becoming embarrassed, “It's just a gift!”

“A gift. A symbolic one. I don't see why you should deny it being a mating gift. I gladly accept it.” Taking the ribbon off the box and placing it above your breast area, “I will return from my hunt in eight minutes.” You forgot he had a match today.

“Eight minutes? Isn't that a bit over-confident?”

“No one will get in the way of me having you tonight, (Name).” He is very serious, without his mask you can see how intensely he gazes at you like an owl to a mouse.

Morningstar!Ithaqua:

“This must have been a holiday our dear Sun permitted during my exile.” Examining the small circular box, “Hmm, a festival celebrating love.” He grins as you kneel at the foot of his throne, “How about we invite our dear eclipsed Sun to join us!?”

Your eyes widen as you keep your head down, hands gripping the fabric of your gown Helel makes you wear— Easy access to his Moon.

“Yes, he should join in on this day of debauchery and decadence! You shall be our mitigator and puzzle piece to our poor yearning hearts.” That giggle of madness follows.

“As you wish, your grace.”

“And be sure to wear something easy to rip off! You are our treat to devour until the following sunrise.” He waves you off dismissing you.

White Knight!Ithaqua:

The gift is presented to you while you are still in bed and sitting there attempting to fully wake up, the knight placing it on your lap as he kisses your shoulder up to your neck.

“Valentine's Day?”

“What do you think I forgot?” Resting his cheek against your shoulder, “Go on open it.” Tapping the white box.

You carefully open the box and then smile at the misshapen chocolates with a small card on top.

“His Majesty's idea.”

“And you helped.” Taking his hand and kissing the back of his palm, you say, “Thank you.” Then you frown, “I don't have a gift for you… Either of you.”

“I'll take you staying in bed all day as a gift.”

“I bet you would, Ithaqua,” Rolling your eyes.

“This was made not expecting something in return,” Kissing your shoulder again, “His Majesty also freed his schedule this afternoon for us to join him at the festival in town.”

You smile.

Invisible Man!Ithaqua:

“Happy Valentine's Day, my dear!” Speaking to you, “Our first year together as a couple, how exciting.” Taking off his coat while he speaks, “Oh, you look beautiful. You always look beautiful, but especially right now.” Touching your face with his cold leather gloved hands, “Red suits you, yes?”

You do not respond, the drugs in your system keeping you in a daze as you sit in a chair in front of a done-up table for the special occasion.

“White is my preference, but red sparks symbolize love and desire on this day. I know how much you adore your holidays. Anything for you, my heart.”

A flash makes you groan.

“Sorry, I know that was too bright but one more.” Another photograph is taken along with a flash, “There for our collection. It is important to document every important event in our new lives, (Name).”

He makes you nod.

“So glad you agree!”

[fishermanshook]

Edgar Valden who’d paint ‘till his wrists broke, would do anything for you. You want flowers? He’ll pick some out with the help of Emma and paint a jar of them for you. You want candy? He’ll save up his clues to buy you baskets upon baskets of them, and paint a jar of the sugary sweets while he’s at it. You want him and him alone? The Painter will strip himself of his dignity (and clothes) and work his magic on you under the sheets.

He might as well paint you naked too.

note: this is not the ACTUAL Painter fic, that one should be coming this Sunday, so you should probably follow me so you don’t miss it /hj

[stellari-s]

🎄

request; kind of from a friend? well, merry early christmas, guys! i probably won't be around when it actually comes, so.

wc; 326.

tags; gn! reader, default! ithaqua, could be romantic or platonic (your choice & ambiguous), christmas🎄✨, soft, kind of fluff with maybe a small hint of angst, based off of a certain twisted wonderland quote.

summary; having known ithaqua for a while now, you decide to ask what he wants for christmas this year... what will he say?

“what do you want for christmas?” you sit on the wooden chair, taking small bites from a cake you had brought from the foothill town. “it’s almost that time.”

ithaqua at first insists it’s ‘nothing’, a front you can't help but chuckle at. “must i always read your feelings?” you tease, “you can’t keep them hidden away forever. nor am i psychic, for better or worse.”

“ah, fine, you just want me to come up with something?” ithaqua thinks to himself, his finger on his chin. you could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“well, you think about it. i’m going to wash the dishes. it's the least i can do for coming over somewhat uninvited.”

ithaqua smiled wryly. “...for better or worse, i'm used to it.”

some time later...

“i do have one christmas wish, i suppose.”

“took you long enough. so? what is it you wish for?”

“for you...” ithaqua averts his eyes. for a moment, you think you can see his cheeks flush a bit - was it the lighting of the fireplace crackling beside you two? “...to smile more this year. i guess.”

you widen your eyes; you weren’t sure what answer you were expecting, but that was not one of them. to top it off, you can feel something wrap around you.

ithaqua is hugging you from behind. an unexpected gesture, considering his general aversion to physical touch, but maybe if he initiated it it was within his comfort?

his hug is a little awkward, like he hadn't hugged since a time forgotten, but his arms are nonetheless warm.

“you’re not afraid of me, and i still haven’t figured out why. you’re a complete mystery that i can’t solve. yet, despite all that... i find i’m slowly becoming more afraid.”

“afraid?”

“afraid of losing you,” he whispers, his arms tightening slightly around you, “i don’t know why - and i don’t think i will know for the rest of my life.”

[aliceia-xi]

General Edgar Valden headcanons

X Gn reader

‣ Edgar is most likely less experienced than you when it comes to relationships, you're definitely the first person he's dated. You'll be the one that takes the lead the most because he'll be too flustered to try something with you first.

‣ He is easily flustered with physical affection so it's reserved for when you're alone. He rarely initiates kisses or other forms of affection but sometimes he'll give you a quick peck on the lips before your matches.

‣ He'll always be the big spoon because of his pride but deep down he really wants to be held, if you convince him to be the big spoon he feels safe in your arms almost always leaning into your touch.

‣ He melts when you give him praise on his work, it really boosts his ego. He loves it when you play with his hair when he's painting. He's actively aware when you're watching him paint so he can impress you.

‣ If you're also an artist he'll love to have days where you just paint together in his studio, it really does brighten up his mood and he'll hang up your paintings in his room.

‣ He finds himself drawing you without realizing and he memorizes any birthmarks you have and the way you're hair flows, you are his permanent muse. After you started dating he found that he didn't get art blocks that much anymore.

‣ Although there are some times that he'll might get mad at you if you bother him too much while he's trying to create his magnum opus. Sometimes he just doesn't want anyone entering his studio even if it's you.

‣ He has a hard time expressing himself though, he does feel bad after shooing you off but he doesn't know how he'll apologize to you. Same with comforting, he'll try to figure out a way to calm you down because he doesn't like seeing you upset, if you're crying he'll offer his shoulder to cry on.

[ithaquakisser]

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.”

[ithaqualovers]

The Heart is Torn And Blood is Spilt

Tw: Self-esteem, Dacryphilia, Blood, Gore, Slight-smut, Mother-issues, PTSD.

((GUYS I DELETED THE OTHER ONE I POSTED BECAUSE I DECIDED TO FINISH IT ON ONE. XC... Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it because this is literally a LOT of writing xd || I reached 7.8k word count skdksk... Anyway, enjoy-)

While walking through the cold woods you hear the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. You can see your breath in the air, and you can feel the chill of the winter air. The scenery is breathtaking, and you pause for a moment to take it all in. You can hear the distant chirping of birds, and the crunch of snow under your feet. This place is so cold that you even wonder why it is so cold here. The season of spring has just begun, and it is not even the beginning of winter yet. Welp, welcome to the Plateau of Leng. It's known for its cold climate and mysterious atmosphere. It's a place like no other.  

You continued your exploration of the Plateau of Leng, and you can feel the chill in the air. People here have adapted to the cold, and you can see them wearing thick clothing and furs. Even the animals of the Plateau have evolved to survive the cold temperatures. Even heard of the great old ones said to live in the depths of the Plateau of Leng, Ithaqua. They were said to be as old as the Plateau of Leng itself, and they were feared by the locals. But, meh. Ithaqua is nothing but a myth, a bedtime story parents tell their children to scare them into behaving.  

As you went deeper into the Plateau of Leng, you started to understand why they were so afraid. The strange creatures, the eerie howls, and the sheer sense of dread that seemed to hang in the air. It was enough to make you think that maybe Ithaqua might not be just a myth after all. You started humming a song about Ithaqua, trying to distract yourself from the fear. “Ithaqua is not real! Ithaqua is just a story they tell! Nothing but a figment of our imagination.” You kept repeating the words to yourself, trying to make yourself feel better. But deep down, you weren't so sure.   

Then a sudden gust of wind blew, pushing you back as if something unseen was passing by. You turned, looking for the source of the wind, but there was nothing there. You started to shiver, feeling a chill run down your spine. “.... Calm yourself, Y/n...” You took a few deep breaths, trying to steady your racing heart. You closed your eyes for a moment, and when you opened them again, all was still. You were alone, and the wind had passed. The terrifying trees around you rustled, the birds had all flown away, and the sun had disappeared behind the clouds.  

A whistle that sounds like a bird is coming from behind the tall trees. You heard the noise and quickly spun around to find the source of the sound. "... Who's there?" Peering through the dense trees, you saw a silhouette in the distance. Fear gripped your heart as you took a step back, your eyes wide with terror. A chuckle and giggle echoed through the woods, followed by a faint whisper. “Don't fret. I promise I will not hurt you.”  

The creature giggled and stepped out from behind the trees, revealing his horrifying appearance. He stares at your eyes with pale blue orbs behind the white mask. His long fingers beckoned you closer, and the faint smell of death hung in the air. “You have nothing to fear from me,” he said softly. You stepped back, fear coursing through your veins. You don't trust him, and your instincts tell you to run.   

The creature smiled behind his mask and stepped closer. He giggled, a sinister sound that sent a chill up your spine. You turned and ran, not daring to look back until you were safely away. He watched you, a bemused expression on his face. “Someone help!” You yelled, but there was no one around. You stumbled and fell, your heart pounding as you looked back and saw the creature still watching you. You scrambled to your feet and ran faster.  

"... I guess I have to chase you down." He sighed. Then the figure started chasing you. He was laughing like a maniac. His long slender hands pulled your hair tightly, making you fall to the snow-covered ground. You felt the cold snow against your skin as you tried to get away. He continued to laugh, a chilling sound that echoed around you, but he pinned your leg down using the large metallic blades that were bound to his legs. You screamed in terror as you felt the blade piercing your skin. Blood started to pour out of the wound as you tried to break free from his grip. You felt the coldness of the snow and the terror of the situation overwhelm you.  

“You shouldn't have come here. These are my woods. I guard this forest.” He growled, pushing the blade deeper. You winced in pain, screaming out. He went closer to your face and snarled, “You should have thought twice before trespassing. You should have known better than to come here.” You looked up at his angry face and managed to squeak out a few words. “My apologies for trespassing into your forest! I was only here to explore the beauty of nature... I am sorry...”  

He stopped pushing the blade. He seemed to calm down. He scratched the back of his hood and slowly raised his head, looking into the forest. But while you were pinned down and helpless beneath his blade, you remembered that this creature was the Ithaqua who had taken the lives of so many of the people. This figure was the one who the town feared most. “You are Ithaqua...?” You asked, your voice barely audible. The figure paused for a moment before nodding. “That's what they call me. Ithaqua, Wind-Walker, Death-Walker, I had been called by many names.” He looked down at you.  

You weren't sure what to do. The figure seemed powerful and intimidating, and you were filled with fear. "You know... Some of you humans even worship me." He said with a laugh. “Hehehe.... And some of them tried to hunt me down.” You were left speechless, unsure of how to respond. “Hey? You there? Why so silent? Scared to talk to me?” He tilted his head. You were frozen in fear, unable to move or reply. He smiled behind the mask, and the air around him seemed to grow colder. “Come on, I'm not that scary,” he said, in a more sinister tone.  

You were still pinned down, and you felt the blood slowly dripping down your leg and the pain increasing. He laughed and leaned in closer, his breath hot on your face. You could feel his presence looming over you, and it felt like your entire body was paralyzed. “You are interesting.” He stood up and pulled the blade from your leg. You winced in pain again as you felt the blade leave your leg.  

“Can't get up?” He chuckled and said, “Let me take care of you.” He grabbed your arm and dragged you. Blood spilled on the snowy ground as he pulled you along. You were taken to a pond where the ice was slowly melting. He placed his ice axe on the ground and released your arm, then he sat down on the cold ground. He removed the bandages that are around the metallic stilts. After removing his stilts, he pulled your leg to the pond's edge and submerged it in the cold water.  

You felt the cold sensation and immediately your leg was numb. You cried out in pain, but he ignored it and kept your leg in the water. You felt a sharp pain in your leg and then it subsided. He then removed your foot from the water and began to wrap it in bandages that were used on his stilts before. “There... All done! Hehe... You feel better now?” he asked. You nodded, still in shock from the pain. “I will be back; I'm just going to remove the blood from my blade.” He turned and walked away, leaving you to process the pain. You lay there, feeling a dull ache in your leg and trying to make sense of what had just happened.  

Meanwhile, Ithaqua removed the blood stain from the large metallic blade from the pond. He had used the pond to cleanse the blade of your blood. Suddenly, something came into his mind, and he stared at the pond. He saw the reflection of a figure in the pond. It was himself, standing with the large metallic blade in his hands. He slowly removed his mask and looked deep into the reflection. His pale face, his pale eyes, and his pale locks flowed in the wind.  

You were watching him from the other side of the pond. Looking down at the pond and appearing to be in deep thought, as if he were debating something in his head, you don't understand what he was doing. "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him." You could hear him muttering. He was shaking his head as he continued to repeat the words. His jaw was clenching, and his eyes filled with tears. The grip on the blade in his hand was so tight. He raised his arm and hurled the blade into the pond with all his might. The ripples spread across the surface of the pond.  

He slumped onto the ground, breathing heavily. His face was pale, and he was trembling. He sat there motionless, watching the ripples slowly fading away. You looked at him, wondering what had just happened. He seemed to be in shock, and you could see fear in his eyes. The hood of Ithaqua came down as his hands gripped his hair tightly. His breathing began to slow, and his trembling stopped. He looked up at you, his eyes wide with terror. “What are you looking at?” he whispered. When you saw the creature's face for the first time, he wasn't even a beast after all. You could see his humanity in his eyes, and you knew he was no monster. He was just broken, a victim of circumstance.  

Even though he hurt your leg, you couldn't help but feel pity for him. “... Is there something wrong...?” You asked with your voice slightly trembling from the cold. In the middle of a pond on the other side of the lake, while you two sat there staring at each other in silence. As the cold winter forest surrounded the two of you, the tall trees swayed in the wind. You could feel the chill of the air. The only sound you could hear was the rustling of the leaves.  

He slowly opened his mouth and said, “It's nothing.” He looked away, and you could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Is there something bothering you?” You asked. He shook his head, refusing to meet your gaze. “Nothing is bothering me.” He glared at you. You sighed and looked away. You knew he was lying, but you didn't want to push him. You decided to give him some space and not press the issue.  

“....” He slowly put his mask back on. He stood up and began to walk towards you. He stopped in front of you and looked you in the eyes. Then he grabbed his ice axe which was beside you. You looked at him nervously, not knowing what to expect. The wound on your leg, which was wrapped in a bandage. He carefully examined it before looking back at you again. “You are really interesting...” He put his ice axe on his shoulder and then leaned in closer. “You look pitiful...” He whispered and smiled behind the mask. “Feeling so pity for me...”  

He giggled. “You do not have to feel pity for me.” He gently brushed his fingers against the bandage. “In fact,” he said, “you are the one who needs pity.” He stood up and said, “You are hurt and helpless... Cannot stand very well." He chuckled and laughed as he was mocking you. You looked away, embarrassed, but he didn't seem to notice. He continued, “Hehe... You can't do much, can you?” He smiled, amused by your discomfort. “You know what? I'll just keep you here with me, that way I won't have to fret about you running away again.” You felt a chill run down your spine as his words hit you.  

“Keep me?” You asked, feeling a wave of panic wash over you. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. A sinister glint lit his eyes behind the mask as he replied, “Yes, keep you as mine.” He moved closer to you, his breathing heavy as he towered over you. “You will stay with me forever.” He said, his voice a low growl. You shook your head, trying to move away from him but he was too close. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and fear taking over as you realized that you were trapped. He reached out his hand and grabbed your arm while his other arm carried the two large blades, a cruel smirk behind the white mask.  

“I am going to keep you as my company.” He started dragging you again. “No, no, no!” You started struggling, trying to break free from his grasp, but his grip was too strong. You screamed for help, but no one was there to hear you. And of course, you are in the middle of the forest. He started to laugh, a menacing laugh. You felt your heart racing as he dragged you away, not knowing what was in store for you. You were terrified. "I guess I just found myself a little friend, aren't we?” He glanced at you while dragging you deeper into the woods.  

He stopped in front of a broken-down cabin, opened the door and pushed you in. You stumbled and fell onto the ground.  

“Stay here, and I will be back.” Before he shut the door you suddenly spoke.  

“W..Where are you going...?”  

“That's none of your concern.”  

He slammed the door shut and you heard him laughing as he walked away. You lay there, shaking, as you heard him walking further away. 

As Ithaqua locked you up in a broken-down cabin, you never found a way out of this place. Instead, you crawl on top of a mattress infested with bugs. You lay there in the dark, unable to move, feeling the bugs crawling on your skin. The wind outside howls like a ghost, and you start to hear scratching and gnawing from below. You sleep fitfully, not knowing what horrors this day will bring. 

A few hours later, a sudden thud came outside. The door creaks open, and someone enters the room. You woke up and heard the voice of a male that took you, “Fret not. It's just me, Ithaqua.” He said his voice like a distant whisper. A blood stain covered his outfit and blood dripped down the chin of the mask he was wearing. A gory intestine hung from the sharp blade of his long weapon. A scream escaped your lips as you shrieked in fear. “DON'T KILL ME!” You trembled in fear, unable to move. Ithaqua chuckled. “My word, you really fear the sight of blood, do you not?” He moved forward, dragging the severed arm and intestines through the broken-down door, leaving pieces and blood behind on the floor. The sharp, metallic smell reached your nostrils. He held the arm and intestines in front of your eyes, forcing you to stare at them. “Does this bother you?” You couldn't take your eyes away, shaking with fear as tears streamed down your face.

You could feel yourself going into shock as Ithaqua continued to laugh at your terror. “W-What is this...? Who are these people you've killed...?” You asked. Ithaqua tilted his head, still smiling. But his eyes were hidden behind his featureless mask. In fact, there was something unsettling in his entire demeanor, perhaps because of the brutality of the situation. “I don't normally kill people at all,” he replied in a flat tone of voice. “These must've been foolish travelers who entered my barbaric forest without permission.” He gestured around him, his gloved hand gesturing towards the torn-up inside of the cabin.  

Blood was dripping down from the ceiling above. You looked up at the ceiling in horror. Your mind feels like it's spinning, trying to comprehend what exactly happened here. These corpses must have been his victims and were hidden in this cabin. No wonder it stinks here. You shivered at the thought and looked back at him. “So... These people... you killed-” Suddenly your words stopped when he spoke so suddenly “They must've been foolish enough to enter my forest without permission.” His expression became serious, his tone shifting to one of deadly seriousness. “I must have no witnesses to my presence. No one can be allowed to leave here alive. These people have already gotten too close.” He stepped closer, kneeling down so his eyes were level with yours.  

“But you... you were unlucky, but not foolish. What is your name?” You paused, looking into his icy-blue irises pupils. Then you spoke. “My name is... Y/n” you said hesitantly. Ithaqua kept looking into your eyes, studying your expression. Then, he reached your hand, moving your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. His finger lightly brushed your jawline. “A unique name. But your name is not necessary for now. From now on, you are my captive, and I will be your keeper.” His voice was quiet and calm, but it made your skin crawl.

You were too scared to move, so you just stayed rooted to the spot, your breath coming in shallow gasps. You felt a chill go down your spine when he touched you, and you closed your eyes, trying to suppress the fear. Ithaqua smiled. The mask he wore, painted with two, cold, unblinking, almond-shaped eyes, almost looked friendly when he did this. You felt a sudden wave of calm wash over you. “Don't fear me. I would not hurt you.” His breath brushed your hairline. You opened your eyes, meeting Ithaqua's gaze. You weren't even so sure if you should trust him. He's creepy yet something's wrong with him.  

You spoke softly, “What are you going to do to me?” Ithaqua laughed. The sound was harsh and loud, like the wind howling outside. “How could you even ask such a thing? I will keep you. As my captive. No one will ever touch you, let alone see you. You will be mine and mine alone.” He got closer. The stench of blood was faint on his clothes. He wrapped a hand around your chin, cradling it. “You look... quite pretty, I must say.” He chuckled again. His grip tightened your chin, as the nails of his gloves digging into your skin. You muffled a cry of pain, not wanting to make a sound.

You felt your heart racing, fear coursing through your veins. Ithaqua chuckled again, his hand squeezing your chin as the nails pierced your skin. You felt pain, but no blood could be seen on his gloves. It was as if he were trying to hurt you yet doing no damage at all. “Such a frail little thing, you are. Just looking at you brings forth an urge to destroy you, in order to watch you crumble.” His tone was serious. You felt his fingers tighten further. “But... you are far too precious to be destroyed. At least, not yet.” He released your chin, and the pain subsided.  

You put your hand to your chin, feeling the pain he had caused. Breathlessly, looked up into his eyes, feeling the intensity of his gaze. The tears in your eyes were cold on your hot cheeks. Ithaqua laughed, his harsh, cold voice echoing through the small room. You were still unable to move, and he came even closer, his gloved hand caressing the side of your face. “Such a sweet little cry you made,” he whispered. “And such beautiful eyes, Y/n.” He let his fingers trace the pattern of your tear tracks. His touch sent shivers down your spine. You wanted to pull away, but you were held in place by his gaze.

Suddenly, something changed Ithaqua's mind, and he pulled away from you. The way you cried out for help had an effect on him and he stepped away. He had a moment of hesitation, as if he remembered something in his past. His mother's face flashed in his mind, and he knew he had to let go. Ithaqua seemed deep in thought. His hand slowly retreated, leaving you alone and free to move again. 

His eyes flickered with memories of his past. A sense of loss was evident in his expression. He was holding onto a memory. Of a moment when he felt love for the very first time. His mother's eyes were filled with worry and sadness. You saw him for the first time. Not the monster. But something else. Human. Your body shook with fear, but you could not look away. There was something about him that you didn't understand. Why was he silent all of a sudden? You wanted to ask him what was wrong, but you couldn't find the words. You just sat there on the mattress, looking at his pale blue pupils. Ithaqua, for the first time, felt his facade crack.  

The mask he hid his real face behind was faltering. He felt something at that moment that he hadn't felt in countless centuries. A sense of compassion. A sense of love. And it scared him. Of course, he has felt love in the past. The kind of love only a mother can feel for a child. "I-" He cleared his throat. "I believe I've made a mistake. You are not one of the fools." He walked towards the doorway, turning his back on you. But what does he mean that “You are not one of the fools”? What was he talking about? “Huh?” It is the only word you managed to say. “You are precious to me. You remind me of her...” He opened the door, letting the cold wind enter and sweep through the cabin. But instead of leaving you, he walked towards you. His expression was filled with emotions, hard to decipher. Your eyes widened in surprise. Who is her? You thought about asking but you were too afraid. You were confused and scared, yet you felt a strange warmth in your chest. Ithaqua slowly crouched, putting a finger on your face.  

You felt the rough leather of his glove. You felt his touch on your skin. The sense of warmth only increased. He looked at you, seemingly studying your every curve and detail. At that moment, you felt loved. “You remind me... of my mother.” He spoke softly. His tone was quiet and gentle. “Your innocence was just like hers.” You blinked, too surprised and overwhelmed to respond. Eyes narrowed as you looked away from him, not knowing what to say or do. You were still scared due to the gory scene and his bloody appearance, and the severed arm on the floor was still... there... Ithaqua saw your still-scared expression, and he noticed that. He reached towards the severed limb, picking it up without looking at your deadened face. With a quick motion, he threw the arm outside through the doorway, shutting the door immediately after. Then he turned back to you, his body almost touching yours and his expression serious. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” He leaned in closer, looking deep into your eyes. “My behavior was inexcusable..” You felt the sense of love overwhelming you.  

What was happening? Was he trying to be gentle? You hadn't felt this before. You never understood why, but you couldn't help but feel drawn to him at that moment. His sudden change was confusing to you. You remembered when the two of you were at the pond where he was staring at himself on the water, and a sudden act that he had taken that you didn't understand. He was like a mystery to you. Ithaqua smiled. It wasn't the same cruel smile he had worn before. His gaze lowered to your hair, then to your face. He seemed sad. He reached out a hand towards you, caressing your skin with the back of his fingers. “Come...” Ithaqua's voice was soft and gentle. “I have something to show you.” He held out a hand towards you as if asking you to follow. You hesitated, looking at him before looking down at your leg which was wrapped in bandages, yet you can't even be able to walk. 

“You see that I cannot walk...” You spoke, “Are you going to drag me again like a ragdoll?” Ithaqua raised an eyebrow. “You're quite dramatic, aren't you? No worries, I'll just lift you up, and we'll be off.” He sounded a bit annoyed with your words, but his expression was calm again. “It's not like I'll kill you or anything. At least, not now.” With that, he picked you up as if you were a sack of potatoes. He was strong. Well... Even though he has bony arms. You felt a little embarrassed and ashamed of your outburst, but it was too late. You wrapped your arms around his hood, and he started walking with you in tow. “Where are you taking me?” You asked.  

Are you always this naïve? A gust of strong wind opened the door as he went outside with you carrying you in his arms. His boots crunched against the snow as he walked with you in the cold forest. But you felt a strange warmth and comfort in his arms as he carried you. He didn't respond to your question, instead, he kept walking for miles until he stopped in front of a large log. Beside the log, you saw two snowmen. The big snowman had two red feathers on its head and pieces of green fruits hanging on its face and it seemed like it was hugging the little snowman. Ithaqua walked with you in his arms, your weight on his hands. The cold wind was brushing against your bare legs, but his body provided warmth and comfort. Ithaqua eventually stopped, setting you down next to the large log.  

You looked up at the snowmen, which you hadn't noticed before. "What are those snowmen?" You asked curiously, staring at both the large snowman with the two red feathers and the smaller snowman. They seemed to have embraced each other. Their eyes closed like they were happy together. It was almost poetic. A smile spread across Ithaqua's face as you admired the snowmen. He was thinking about his mother. A sense of guilt and sorrow was evident in his eyes. “These... these are snowmen I made a long time ago, when I still lived with my mother.” He seemed nostalgic. He knelt in front of the snowmen, slowly stroking the large one's face. You watched silently, trying to imagine what it must have been like for him. “I am sorry for your lost.” You whispered, trying to give him some comfort. Ithaqua looked up at you, smiling softly behind the featureless mask.  

You felt the sense of warmth coming from him. The grief was still evident on his face, even though years had passed since his mother's death. “I would give up everything... just to experience the same affection again.” He whispered. He looked at both snowmen, stroking their faces and wiping the snow from their eyes. “I miss my mother... I wish... things were different...” You could hear the heartbreak and sorrow in his voice.  

You really felt for him. You wanted to tell him that everything would be okay, but you didn't. You just stayed there, in silence, and let him grieve. Ithaqua stayed that way, grieving and remembering the only person he had felt love for. Your sense of compassion and empathy was surprising to you. Ithaqua, the cold and cruel killer? The creature of the night, with no emotions? It was strange to see this side of him. And you wanted to feel this kind of love from him. You didn't know why. But you wanted it. His eyes were still filled with grief as he looked at the snowmen. He seemed to remember their faces, their smiles, and most importantly, the love his mother felt for him.  

After a few moments, he stood back up. His gaze was serious again as if returning to his usual demeanor. “Shall I carry you back to the cabin?” he asked politely, looking down at you. You nodded, “... Sure.” You looked up at him. You felt a deep connection to him and his pain. Now, you understood what it was like to be without love, and you wanted to be able to give it to him. Ithaqua kneeled once again, picking you up with ease. Your legs dangled beneath his arms as he stood up. The wind brushed against both of you, but you felt the heat emanating from him. “Come.” He spoke. His tone had changed again, from soft and calm to harsh and cold again. “We must not dawdle.” He turned around, carrying you, and started heading back to the cabin.

The snow crunched in every step he took. You were too scared to say anything, so you stayed quiet and did as he said. He soon arrived at the broken cabin and entered. There was no warm and inviting fire, no comforting smell of food, only a chill in the air and the sound of the wind outside and the smell of blood.  

Your mind was filled with uneasiness. The cabin was filled with silence, apart from the howling of the outside wind and the crunching of the snow beneath Ithaqua's feet. You couldn't see as he entered with you in his arms. The cabin was cold. But the sense of warmth was everywhere. You could feel it coming from Ithaqua. You heard Ithaqua place you on a bed, and then he sat on the foot of it. His body emanated a feeling of warmth and you felt yourself relaxed a bit, your uneasiness slowly fading away.

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at his white bloody mask. “Why are you wearing your mask even when you're alone with me?” you asked. “Is there something that really bothers you? You've been acting so strangely like a while ago when we were at the pond... And I heard you muttering about... someone. Who was he?” Ithaqua turned his head to you, his mask facing you.  

Your question seemed to surprise him, the expression on his face changing. Ithaqua's body tensed, and you could feel the heat emanating from him disappear immediately. “That was... nothing,” Ithaqua whispered. “As for why I wear my mask... it is a part of me. I feel incomplete without it.” His voice was cold again. He stared you down, his tone stern and harsh. "It would be in your best interest not to ask about things that do not concern you, Y/n." You didn't heed his warning at all. “I am curious,” you said, your voice unwavering. “Who is he?” Ithaqua’s eyes widened, and his jaw clenched.

Without another word, he grabbed his long weapon, the ice axe, and pointed the blade at you. “We DO NOT speak about HIM. He's a fool, nothing but a devil WHO WORE MY FACE.” He spat out the words, his fury radiating in the air. “And this? This mask you're talking about? I keep my ugly face to be hidden. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ME?” An unexpected surge of rage came over him. His eyes were wild, and his expression was menacing behind the mask. He was trembling with rage, and he seemed ready to strike. His past had been a hard one and this was a reminder of it.  

Ithaqua's rage was evident. His body was shaking as he tightened his grip on his axe. Ithaqua's voice was loud and aggressive, his mask hiding his expression. You felt his anger like a heavy weight on you, as he stood up, his body moving towards the foot of your bed while he pointed his axe at you. Your heart was pumping, as his rage seemed to grow with every angry word he spoke. It was like he became a different person. “WHY must you provoke me, by bringing up HE WHO SHALL NOT BE MENTIONED?!” His voice was loud, and you trembled in fear. You had no idea what was going to happen next - it felt like your life was on the line. “My apologies... I should not let my curiosity get in the way”, you replied timidly. “I am sorry.” You looked away, tears streaming down your face. Ithaqua doesn't want to talk about the man that you were curious about. His past seemed to have caught up with him, and the air was tense. 

Ithaqua remembered that day when that man led a mob to his house and took away his mother. Ithaqua could feel his heart racing, as he was reminded of the pain he faced. He saw your tears and looked at you. The anger was still prevalent on his mask, as his expression remained cold. Your uneasiness returned as you looked at him. You could see his body trembling in rage. He held the axe tightly as if he would use it any time now. He seemed to calm down. His mask made it difficult to read his expressions. “This is the last time I'm going to warn you. Don't mention him. Ever.” His voice was like a whisper.  

He seemed serious, and his rage was still evident under his breath. You nodded, not wanting to provoke him further. You moved away slowly, the insects on the mattress swarming around you. Fear crept up your spine as you removed your gaze from him. You didn't mind the insects crawling on you. Ithaqua calmed down even more. His rage settled as he stared at you, his hands gripping the axe. You could see a hint of sadness in his body. As if he was thinking about something. But what? You could see the emotions slowly creeping up on Ithaqua's mask, as he seemed calm but not completely relaxed. He was trying to regain himself. The insects on the bed seemed to be moving around your body. The insects swarmed around your feet.  

You didn't mind their presence, as they didn't harm you. The sense of uneasiness returned. Ithaqua's grip on the axe loosened and he stepped back, his gaze softening. He sighed, and his shoulders slumped in resignation. He set the axe down and removed his cloak, letting it fall into the cold ground. He only kept the white mask on his face, turning to look at you. He sat down on the mattress next to you as he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was cold like ice and yet gentle. Ithaqua seemed much calmer now. His body was no longer trembling in anger. His gaze was still solemn, but not filled with cold rage. His touch was gentle and soft, and the warmth was coming back. It was as if he was regaining his usual demeanor. He looked you in the eyes, his mask hiding his expression. Ithaqua was gentle as he brushed your hair away. “My mother always used to do this to... comfort me.” He slowly sat on the bed, looking at you. His mask hid the sorrow in his eyes. He had a distant look on his face as if reminiscing about a distant past.  

You glanced at him; his eyes were filled with sadness. Then you suddenly placed your hand on his head, patting him gently. “... Do you want to lay your head on my lap?” You asked as you turned to look back into his pale blue eyes. Ithaqua was surprised by your question. He seemed taken aback as he felt your hand patting his head. He slowly nodded. “Yes... if that's okay.” He turned his head as you gently placed his head on your lap. He felt your hand stroking his mask. Ithaqua remembered the past and all he and his mother had to endure. His mind flashed, a memory of his mother brushing his hair and patting his head, comforting him. He could almost feel his mother again. You smiled warmly at him, but you never felt so close being with the male who held you as a captive. He just wanted someone to love him again.  

Slowly, you take off the white bloody mask from his face, revealing his pale face, his cold lips, and his icy-blue eyes as you pull it off from his face. He was quite shocked to see you taking off the mask. You then gently stroke his wavy platinum hair to comfort him. Ithaqua was surprised by your action. You were the first one to see his true face. It was the first time you saw his beauty. He was handsome, despite the cold expression on his face. Ithaqua's eyes widened as he looked at you, his pale blue eyes staring intently at you. “What... You...” The words struggled to come out of his mouth as he was breathless. “You are beautiful.” You finally admitted as you whispered softly and smiled, “even with or without the mask.” You moved your hand away from his hair and placed it on his cheek. Ithaqua's cheeks turned red.  

A sense of embarrassment came over him as he felt your hands on his face. He never felt anyone's touch other than his mother's touch. “You shouldn't... see this...” He whispered as he tried to reach for the mask you took off. The joy and embarrassment in his voice were evident. There was even a hint of shyness in his tone and words. You could see his eyes light up again. You smiled at him and reassured him that it was alright. “No, it is alright. I wanted to see the real you,” you said. “You are a beautiful man. You shouldn't fear who you are.” Ithaqua's face was filled with joy, happiness, and love. He blushed a bit, as he looked at you. His eyes filled with light. “I... I shouldn't hide behind this mask. It's not who I am...” He took your hand that was on his cheek, holding it in his hand and caressing your hand. “Thanks anyway...” You could just hear his voice filled with emotions. Joy and love. You felt his heart beating, and you felt his heat emanating from his chest. You looked into his eyes, and you both knew.  

You felt the connection between you two. You moved closer to his face. “You are welcome.” His heart was beating faster, as the feelings were mutual. He moved closer to you, putting away his mask, and placing it down on the mattress so his lips were close to yours. He was holding your hand, as he caressed your cheek gently. “I have never felt like this before..” He whispered. His warm breath brushed your skin, as he gave you a slight gaze. You felt a sense of affection emanating from him. He gently placed his other hand on your neck, his fingers caressing your skin. It was like he was trying to comfort you. He was blushing a bit and smiling with his eyes closed. His voice was soft and gentle, like a whisper in the night. You could feel your heart racing, as you started to blush too. You leaned in and suddenly kissed him. His lips were cold, but your warmth spread through them. Ithaqua closed his eyes, as you kissed him. His lips were soft and cold against your lips. You could feel the affection radiating from him and your warmth spread through his lips. As you broke the kiss, you could see both of you breathing heavily.  

A sense of affection and happiness had spread across both of you. Ithaqua placed his hand on your cheek again, as you both stared at each other. “You made me feel so alive...” He whispered, smiling a bit. His eyes twinkled as he said those words. You smiled back, as you intertwined your hands with his. He stood up and pulled you closer and kissed you again. His lips were gentle yet firm. Your touch sent a shiver through his body, as a wave of passion rushed through his blood. Ithaqua's arms wrapped around your waist, as he pulled you close in kiss again. His lips were firm, with a tender and gentle touch. His hands caressed your cheeks softly, as he kissed you with love and passion. “You're so beautiful...” He whispered. “Please, never leave me... I'm sorry..”  

The words of desperation slipped from his mouth. Your touch was heavenly. You embraced him tightly, feeling his heart beating against your chest. You whispered back, "I am here, I am not going anywhere. I will stay with you always." You smiled. He let out a sigh of relief and smiled back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You held him close, giving him the comfort, he needed. He then started kissing and gently biting your neck. You felt his love and warmth radiating through you, and you melted into his embrace. Ithaqua's heart was racing, as you melted into his embrace. His body was shaking, and your love was so warm and passionate. He had never felt love, kindness, or affection for so long. Ithaqua's teeth lightly trailed along your neck, as he kissed and gently bit them. His slender hands caressed your hips, as he hugged you tightly. He was like a man starving for affection, and you were his first meal. He didn't want to let you go.  

You looked into his eyes and saw the longing he had. He slowly pushed you onto the mattress and leaned closer to you. You ran your hands through his wavy white locks and kissed him deeply. His lips were cold but sweet, with a touch of passion in them. He was almost like a hungry animal, as his hands caressed and held your hips. He looked at you passionately, like a man thirsting for compassion and love. A touch, a caress, and a hug that he hadn't had for so long. Ithaqua's lips touched you, as you both gave in to passion and love. His eyes closed tightly as he gave you a tight hug, as his hands went up your body, caressing your thighs. Your body quivered in pleasure as his touch sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel his heart beating quickly against your chest as you embraced each other. He continued to caress you, as your warmth was spread across his body. He gave you a gentle kiss, before pulling himself towards you. The sound of his heartbeat sounded like a drum in your ears. He ran his hands through your hair, his arms wrapped around you. He wanted you to know how loved you were, and to caress every inch of you. 

You could feel his fingers running up and down along your thighs and stomach. “Y/n...” He whispered with a hint of lust. His breath was hot against your neck as he lightly kissed it. His hands moved lower until they were resting just above your clothes. You could feel the anticipation building as he looked into your eyes. His fingers lightly traced the edge of your clothes, as his mouth was still caressing your neck slightly. His breath was hot, and his touch sent a shiver across your body. You could feel anticipation in his body, as his touch was getting more aggressive. He then broke the kiss, and his icy eyes met yours with a look of lust. His hands moved lower and started taking off your clothes. He then pushed them off your body, and you felt a wave of pleasure as his hands moved over your skin. His mouth followed, trailing kisses across your body. His hands moved around your body, exploring and caressing as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You felt yourself getting lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his touch. You felt like you were about to cry from his touch, yet you did. As your tears fell, he got even more excited.  

Ithaqua's touch was addictive, as his hands caressed and touched you more. He was slowly discovering your body, your curves, and your sensitive spots as he kissed and caressed your body. You were like heaven to his touch... He could feel his heart racing and his passion rising up inside him. As your tears dropped, his hand caressed your face as he looked deeply into your eyes. He was trying to be gentle with you. You felt the tears slowly drop from your eyes. He then kissed your eyes and kissed away your tears. Is this what love felt like? You felt overwhelmed with emotion, and you embraced him tightly. He felt his heart swell with emotion and held you close. You knew this moment was special and would never forget it. You both knew that this was the beginning of something beautiful. His heart was beating out of his chest. A wave of emotions was flowing through his veins as you held him close.  

As he felt your hands embrace him, it was all he needed at that moment. He wanted it to stay that way forever. His mouth slowly traced your neck and shoulders. His touch was light, as his tongue danced along your skin. Ithaqua's hands caressed your face again... your cheeks, your nose, your lips... as his love and passion were growing for you. Did you really have fallen in love with a man-killing beast? You looked into his eyes and could feel the love radiating from them. You knew you had fallen in love with him. You wanted to comfort him, to tell him that you would always be there for him. Now, you understand him. He was an abominable snowman, the beast who lurked on the Plateau of Leng, yet you felt a connection between the two of you. He was no longer a monster, but a loved one. Ithaqua was losing his inhibitions. He let go of his fears, his demons and his darkness, all to be with you. He had been loved finally, by someone. He wanted to comfort you, to hold you, to hug you and never let you go. You were like a Lenten Rose, a wildflower that grows in the snow. Every minute spent with you felt like an eternity. 

“I'm sorry for being harsh and for hurting you earlier,” he said. He held you tightly, as tears started streaming down his face. His heart was filled with love, and he knew he never wanted to let go. “Promise me, Y/n. That you will stay with me.” He gazed into your eyes, his own filled with regret and sorrow. “I do not want to lose you like I lose her.” 

[oletus-manors-log]

⚰️ ah !! i noticed it says we're still allowed to send you letters , still . if not then disregard this with my apologies ! if it is alright , could i request a norton campbell x reader ? i was thinking of something akin to taking care of each other after a match . it can be a small drabble or short story preferably , if that is alright . your writing is something i only recently stumbled upon , and i think it is incredible ! you are very talented , and i am wishing you the best !! thank you for reading , take care , observer !

OBSERVER'S NOTE:

" Hello, and yes, I'm still open to receiving letters (requests). Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong (unless you were one of my mutuals, in case... I do apologize for the potential hurt I end up causing /lh).

The request with Norton is so cute though- the idea of the prospector and his s/o taking care of each other after a match and especially against a hard one where the two won? Oh, it's so cute. I do hope this lives up to your expectation, even if it took me ages to get to this (also I kept this for too long because your words made my weeks because it's been stressful).

Again, I hope you enjoy this drabble! I enjoyed writing this a little too much, haha. "

Wounded Afterthought

It was a rare sight to see Norton be with someone like this, and especially with the mere thought of him being worried about another person after a tough match. People had assumed that he would simply ignore them, just like what he did to everyone else.

However, the same cannot be said for those that knew him well.

"How are you feeling?" he asked quietly as he patched them up, his eyes focused onto the scabs and scratches they got. They went up against Polun (from what he heard), so he knew that it had went rough. He could hardly believe that they had a tie with how difficult the triplets were in their streak.

... The only saving grace, however, was that it had been Arms Factory and there were more competent survivors that made sure to keep the team together.

Feeling a gloved hand on his shoulder, he turned his head to you, who simply shook your head. Ah. He must've looked terrifying, hm?

"I'm fine, Norton," he heard you answer, the feeling of the weight of your hand leaving as you placed it on your lap. Your attire had been torn, but it was better than last time.

Good, you aren't too heavily injured, he mused, sighing. "Quartz, you know that I'm doing this out of worry. Polun is a hard one to deal with, let alone escape against with the team you were with."

There goes an endearing nickname he called you— Quartz. He calls you something else, however, but that was the most frequent he'd choose. Unknowingly, of course.

"I know that. However, everyone wasn't as terrible against him, Norton," you reasoned, raising your left hand to gently cup his. Your gloved thumb traced over his cheek, and although he didn't want to show he liked it, you two could see him lean over involuntarily.

"After all, if they were, I wouldn't be here in your arms now, would I?"

Norton couldn't find an answer to that.

It was, unfortunately, true. If you had been hurt, he wouldn't have you in his grasp— he would've had you under Emily's care. And yet here you are, bandaged up, clothes torn, but still alive.

He couldn't help but sigh and bury his head on the crook of your neck, closing his eyes right after. He let go of you to simply adjust the position of his arms, wrapping it around your body to keep you close to him.

He wouldn't admit it, of course, but you can be quite stubborn for a priest. Not that he particularly cares— to him, what mattered was your safety, not your occupation.

... That, and unlike that Priestess, you rely on your own wits and snap decision to save you from being chaired.

Perhaps it's why he is so protective of you, and yet he simply backs off when you prove him wrong. After all, how could he when you both knew that you were right?

"... Maybe not. But I'd still like to make sure you're not in danger, if I can help it," he admitted, making you laugh at his own concern. He would normally grunt when someone else does it, but he didn't have the heart to do it to you.

You, a priest, who have left your past beliefs to find faith in a different God.

"Dear, with you on my side, I'll never be in danger. I can promise you that."

And for a mere moment, Norton knew those words rang true than the ones written in scripture.

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