#IdentityV beta

[dolleypaynemadison]

Guys, I brought his friends back from the dead.

[ithaquakisser]

Look Only At Me

Synopsis; Your eyes are his and only his. Why must you look someone else's way?

CW; Unhealthy relationship, obsession, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, suggestive themes, slight NSFW

MINORS DNI. (18+)

WC; ≈1.2K

Note; I was going through it writing this because I literally made myself blush— 😭 I had a lot of fun writing this though, that's for sure! I noticed "Desire" received so many notes so I decided to write something similar to it. I have to admit I am a bit embarrassed since this was a bit self-indulgent... But I hope you guys enjoy! 🫶 (This was written at 3am...)

Ithaqua gravely detested you. Your presence brought about such profound feelings of resentment in his heart. Such utter feelings of indignation must be buried in silence. Let the wind cry and roar in spite of your presence whilst you turn a blind eye to his misery. Must you pull at his heartstrings each time you part your lips to speak? Must you leave him in dismay every moment your eyes avert from his?

What shall he do to put an end to such torment? What could remedy such agony? You were akin to a dove, oh so pure, so lovely, oh so naive. You dared not turn his way. You were a mere dove, one that he wishes to sink his teeth into. One that he longs to maintain for his selfish desires. One that he yearns to pluck your beloved white feathers and leave you flightless. That way, you could never leave him.

You were a nuisance. You were nothing more but a burden to him. Yet, why must the wind cry upon your absence? He could never bring himself to understand such a thing. Must you cast him aside like worthless dross? Let your eyes wander, longing for something, someone more than him. Such a thought only churns feelings of displeasure. Ithaqua bit his lip in vexation, for he believed this was something he shan't ever let happen.

Your chest heaved sporadically whilst you panted. The distinctively tall hunter towered over you, his ice axe in hand as droplets of crimson met the snow beneath your feet. A flame ignited in his ember eyes as it locked with yours, he could hear his heart beating brutally in ire while he gazed upon your face of dismay. A sly leer on his face as he approached you. You took a step back, letting out a shaky gasp as you met the walls behind you.

Your teammates were nowhere to be seen or heard. In the distance, you could faintly hear cipher machines. The young male had dropped his ice axe behind him, hunching over slightly to meet your face. Raven hues fixated onto yours, he was abnormally close for comfort. “Ithaqua…?” You uttered breathily. With a menacing smile beneath his mask, he gripped your face, causing you to yelp.

“Y/N… Why must you torment me so? Do you hate me, Y/N?” Ithaqua spoke your name like a prayer, an incantation. “Why do you avoid me?” He interrogated with a scowl. “Are you… afraid of me, Y/N?” He lifted your chin to face him, his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. “No… Of course not, Ithaqua.”

“Then… Why do you run from me, Y/N?” Ithaqua gripped your face tighter, his nails sinking lightly into your skin. Your heart fiercely pounded against your chest as he spoke. Snowflakes licked at your hair as scarlet beads spilled from your lips from your earlier encounter. “Tell me… Do I scare you?” He probed as he ran his thumb over your bloodied lips.

“Fear certainly wouldn’t look like this, now, would it…?” Leisurely, you reached your trembling hands towards his mask. You pulled it off, letting it drop to the snow beneath the two of you. A shade of scarlet red painted over his pale cheeks as his onyx eyes met yours, taken aback by your gesture. A faint cool breeze grazed against both of your skins as he leaned closer, releasing his grip on you.

Ithaqua intertwined his hands with yours instead, pinning them against the wall as he leaned toward the crook of your neck. “Don’t you run from me anymore.” He murmured, his hot breath against your skin. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled in response. “Must you always look someone else’s way?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” You repeated yourself like a broken record. You could not bear to upset him like this. “Then promise me one thing, Y/N.” “Yes, Ithaqua?” He leaned in close to your ear, his thumb caressing your hand as he whispered. -“Look only at me.”-

“Of course…” You obliged. “Good…” His lips curled into a small smile as he tenderly kissed your neck. You winced as he scraped his teeth against your bare neck, Ithaqua emitting a small chuckle in response. “Relax…” His warm tongue ran over your flesh, sinking his teeth into you as he sucked. You moaned as he trailed love bites down your neck, working himself down to your collarbone. You called out his name under your breath, lost in his touch.

You had flinched upon the sound of sirens wailing throughout the vicinity. “Ithaqua—” The hunter silenced you, placing a slender finger on your lips. “We’re not done yet.” Spoke the male as he raised your chin, his lips brushing against yours. You melted into the kiss, enveloping your arms around his waist.

Oh, how he gravely detested you. How you'd so easily succumb to him. How you'd still beam at him regardless of his actions. It all made him sick, sick to his stomach. Sick in ways he still didn't quite understand. Perhaps, his heart would find peace with you wrapped around his finger. Seeing it all come into play as you melted upon his touch. He wondered how far is it that you can go. How long is it before you break?

A hand intertwined with his, and another buried deep into his platinum waves. His soft lips were pressed against yours, your tongue dancing with his. Ithaqua's face was flushed with a ruby tint, burning against your skin. Small strands of hair brushed upon your warm cheeks, his body pressed against yours. He was greedy in every way, shape, and form. His touch demonstrates his burning desire, one that is everlasting.

His fingers trailed down your body, begging for more of your touch. He tasted the bitter, metallic taste of blood from your lips, a piece of work done by his own hands. He left you breathless, gasping for air, pleading for more. A thin strand of saliva connected you two, his touch lingering on your skin. The hunter dared not look at you, unable to comprehend the feelings churning inside of him.

How greatly he wanted to strike you down at that very moment. The very moment you laid your delicate eyes on him with such adoration. How dare you gaze upon him with great delicacy? How dare you stir these feelings in his heart? These were all words left unspoken as he reached a trembling hand towards you. Ithaqua's heart pounded frantically in his chest as you took his hand into yours. He wished he could run away, hide away from you, you who brings him torment.

You never cease to pull at his heartstrings like a lyre, and he despised you for it.

Warm rays of sunshine shone upon your face as you awoke in the manor once again. Disoriented you were, you had no recollection of the events that occurred subsequently. You trailed your fingers down your neck, the sound of wind ringing in your ears like chimes. Your cheeks were tinted a shade of carmine, and the series of events prior replayed in your mind ever so vividly. His lips on your cold neck, his fingers tracing stars into your skin. He had left you with a feeling you never felt before in your chest.

Yet, oh, how he detested you so.

[ithaquakisser]

if i can do a headcanon request could make ithaqua jealous of another hunter with you being survivor, in a two hunter match

please, if it's not in the way❤

— Jealous Ithaqua in a Duo Match...

Synopsis; Ithaqua finds himself in a pack hunter match with another masked hunter, The Ripper. The two of them agree on a friendly match. However, Ithaqua doesn't seem to appreciate your lack of attention on him.

CW; N/A

WC; ≈520

Note; This was actually on my mind for a bit! Just the other day I spoke with a mutual about Ithaqua trying to seek out the reader's attention, what a coincidence you brought this idea to mind! I also had a situation a bit similar to this in a duos match... Everyone kept crowding around the other hunter so I had to take matters into my own hands, hehe. /j

♡ Ithaqua could never bring himself to say it aloud, but he gets jealous quite easily. If he’s not wearing his mask, you could see how he’d visibly pout or grimace. He does not do well with hiding his jealousy, and often at times his actions already does the talking for him. Ask him, and he’ll never say it himself. “Me? Jealous? What makes you think that?”

♡ It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he does not trust others to behave well with you. Despite the reassurance you’d give him, you cannot seem to tame the green-eyed demon inside of him that’d leave him in disquietude when your eyes are on someone else. His actions are subtle, but speak paragraphs upon paragraphs of words.

♡ When it came to a particular pack hunter match, he found it hard to contain himself. Being paired with another masked hunter, Jack, the two of them agreed on a friendly match for the sake of sparring themselves the trouble. Survivors would crowd the two of them with beaming smiles, yet only yours caught his eyes. Your grin was enough to make his heart jump in place, albeit seeing you pan your attention to the other hunter only shattered his aspirations. He’d hide his discontentment beneath his mask, biting the inside of his cheek.

♡ His mask shielded the moue on his face. Despite all the other survivors that’d crowd him, he still only wanted you to look at him. He made it his goal to gain your attention. Even if it were a mere glimpse of your face. Heart pounding against his chest, he’d use his ability to pull you away from Jack. His face heating up when you’d bump into him with a perplexed expression. Ithaqua would pick you up and carry you away from the hunter and the other survivors, carefully dropping you off at a cipher.

♡ He would not leave you alone, and he’d remain by your side for the rest of the match. He’d follow behind you whilst you tried to finish the remaining ciphers. Occasionally he’d jest, pulling you away from the cipher with his ability. Ithaqua would even use abnormal to reset the cipher’s progress to impede the match’s completion, all just to have some spare time with you. He knew very well what he was doing, even if he was pestering you, he at least still had your attention.

♡ He’d refuse to let you go, carrying you from cipher to cipher. Leaving the survivors tilting their heads in confusion, questioning the relationship between you two. If no one had known of your relationship prior, they’d certainly know subsequent to this match. The moment Jack would waltz close to you, he’d pull you away. The hunter heeded the message with no further questions, simply nodding his head and proceeded to go about with the other survivors.

♡ After the pack hunter match you’d definitely ask him about the events of said match. His face was flushed, he’d simply turn his head away and deny each word you spoke. “Jealous? I was not jealous.” In the end, you’d always find yourself holding his mask in hand, peppering his face with kisses. Teasing him in regards to his jealousy, whispering sweet nothings. "You know I am yours, there's no need to fret."

[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.”

[ithaquakisser]

Hi^^ If it's not much hassle, can you please do headcanons about how ithaqua would help his s/o if the are really really tried, like, they can't even walk anymore. They can be also a hunter this time?

I have never been so tried in AGES

I walked for like almost 6hours straight, in the mountain, without food (well, until like 35 minutes before-), water and extra tried bc I ran a lot. You know what's the worse? I have to wait 40 min for the train AND I have to wait in the sun with no shadow and cold wind 💀 I wanna dieeeeee

— Ithaqua With A Tired Lover...

Synopsis; Ithaqua helps you walk after an exhausting pack hunter match.

CW; N/A

WC; ≈607

Note; I envisioned Ithaqua to be a very selfless individual when it comes to his s/o! Especially once his mask comes off he is just an absolute sweetheart. Also, that sounds terrible! I really hope you got the rest you needed after that! Thank you for requesting!

♡ Ithaqua is one of the most considerate individuals you’d ever meet. And likely one of the sweetest as well. The moment he notices you are unwell he would immediately rush to your side. His words are spoken in a dulcet tone as he asks, “Are you okay?” His brows would be furrowed in concern, removing his mask momentarily to grasp a better glimpse of your face.

♡ After a rigorous pack hunter match, you’d find yourself stumbling over and limping. Having taken several pallets to the head, your head pounded ruthlessly. Your legs were weary, for they felt like gelatin with each step you took that was in comparison to stepping on a bed of nails. You were visibly exhausted, your hair was ruffled and clung to the moist beads of sweat that trickled down your forehead. Survivors can be awfully brutal, and you’ve learned that day to never underestimate a survivor’s wit.

♡ The walk subsequent to the match back to the manor was hellish. Ithaqua would take heed of the pained expression on your face and inquire of your well-being. You simply shook your head and brushed off his concern, insisting you’d be fine. He’d stayed by your side throughout the stroll, consistently glancing your way to be ensured of your state. “Are you certain that you’ll be alright?”

♡ It wasn’t until you stumbled in the midst of your tracks, the tall hunter catching you in his arms. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” “No, you’re not. Please, allow me to help you.” Ithaqua would wrap your arm around his shoulders, providing you support in your steps. He insisted on assisting you and you had no choice but to accept his aid when he bolstered you. He’d walk with you back to the manor, but when your feet gave out and you collapsed to your knees out of exhaustion, he’d offer to carry you.

♡ You shook your head once more, a tinge of crimson staining your cheeks from envisioning the hunter carrying you in his arms. Ithaqua would persist, to which you eventually obliged with a sigh. You were caught off-guard when he swooped you off of your feet, taking you into his arms. The hunter held you close, ensuring you wouldn’t fall by supporting your head and your lower half. Ithaqua certainly wasn’t strong, but he wasn’t weak either. Despite his petite structure, he would be able to convey you back to the manor and your bedroom.

♡ He’d fetch you water with a kiss on your forehead. Opening the windows to allow the refreshing cool breeze to bestow upon you. If it’s you he’d do anything, you are his love after all. Ithaqua is quite selfless when it comes to you. If you were to ask of him on his behalf he’d merely insist he was okay and once again query in regards to your physical state.

♡ "You should rest, Y/N.” “What about you?” “I’ll be here.” He’d say while setting his mask aside, allowing you to witness the man behind the facade. The hood of his fur cloak falling to his shoulders. “You mustn’t exert yourself during matches.” With a breathy sigh, you’d lean back into the arrangement of pillows by the frame. “I know…”

♡ Ithaqua would sit at your bedside, his lips would curl into a weary smile when he’d lay his head by yours. Seemingly enervated as well, he’d soothingly run his slender hands through your locks. The two of you hadn’t even noticed when you fell into slumber. You were merely two lovers, fatigued by what the day had to offer. With nothing but the evening zephyr to serenade you both to rest.

[ithaquakisser]

I would love to see hcs of cuddling with ithaqua he just looks so cuddly firjiehrtjeishhs

— Cuddling with Ithaqua!

Synopsis; How is it like to cuddle with Ithaqua?

CW; N/A

WC; ≈576

Note; You're so right, Ithaqua does look so cuddly 😭 Thank you for requesting! 🫶 I enjoyed writing this very much! The thought of cuddling Ithaqua at dusk really warms my heart. 🥹💕

♡ Ithaqua isn’t very used to touch, especially romantic touch for that matter. It took him some time to get used to the brush of your hand against his, your arms enveloped around him, and your soft lips pressed against his. He melted like snow on a spring’s day when you first kissed him, his face flushed a deep shade of crimson. Despite his unfamiliarity with such, it doesn’t necessarily mean he did not like it when you caressed him. However, it never ceased to catch him off-guard in the beginning.

♡ When it comes to cuddling Ithaqua, he is rarely the one to initiate it. In general, it’s an uncommon occurrence for him to initiate any form of physical affection at the start. It’s not that he doesn’t want to though! He’s just admittedly too shy to do so. Therefore often at times, you find yourself taking matters into your own hands. Taking him into a warm embrace, holding his hands in yours, caressing his cheek. He always finds himself leaning into your touch each time. He admires your touch and adores being in your arms every night.

♡ His hands are practically always cold, but he enjoys it when you take them into your warm ones while he rests his head on your shoulder. After a harsh day of rough matches, Ithaqua always finds himself collapsing into your arms with a sigh. He loved resting his head on your lap whilst you ran a hand through his platinum waves, twirling a strand of his locks in between your fingers as he spoke of his day. Most of the time, words do not need to be spoken, just being in your presence and your embrace is enough for him.

♡ Once he gets used to the concept of touch is when he’d enfold you in his arms and rest his chin lightly atop your head. The aromatic scent of pinewood and clove would fill your senses when he’d swaddle you under his fur cloak. Sometimes he’d bury his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling against you. He’d hold you ever so tightly as if at any moment, the world was going to take you away from him. He’d sneak kisses here and there alongside your neck, accompanied by a few butterfly kisses that’d tickle against your skin.

♡ When the two of you lay side by side, he prefers to be facing you to look at your lovely face. He enjoys intertwining his hand with yours as his hair drapes over his pale cheeks. Never one to take the first initiative, you’d find yourself snuggling against his chest before he finally decides to take you into his arms. His face would heat up when you’d envelop your arms around his waist. Feel rather vulnerable now that you have him under your grasp, where you can look at his flustered face with a smile and caress him under the moonlight.

♡ His heart beats loudly for you as if you were the hunter and he, the survivor. Over time, your touch becomes intoxicating and he’d lean into you every time. He’d wait for you at the end of the day, to either lay beside you or atop your chest. His touch is mild and gentle, he’d melt into you as if he wished to become one. If you fall asleep before him, he’d lean close to you and rest his forehead against yours, a hand tenderly stroking your warm cheek.

[ithaquakisser]

Hello! If it's not so much to ask for a scenario/ HCs; how about a shy or conflicted Ithaqua trying his best to confess to S/O about his feelings for them? Will he fail or will he succeed? Oh, and it doesn't matter if S/O can either be a hunter or survivor or a person he knows outside the manor 👀

(Congrats on getting the Morningstar skin btw! 💗)

— Confessions...

Synopsis; Ithaqua never once thought about confessing to you about his feelings until now. He wishes to do so, but ponders all the possibilities of how to execute it.

CW; N/A

WC; ≈817

Notes; This was such a cute idea! 🥹 Thank you for requesting! This did cross my mind at some point, maybe someday I'll write this into an actual fic! ❤️

♡ Ithaqua has had his heart set on you for quite some time now, but never once spoken of his feelings for you to any of the other hunters. Not even the survivors were aware of his feelings for you. He was rather secretive and believed if he simply ignored it, it’d all go away. Quite often, he’d find himself in a state of panic whenever he was against you in a match. Shaky hands as he hefted his ice axe, how much of a fool he felt in your presence.

♡ He’d make careless mistakes in the midst of matches; getting struck by pallets, missing his own strikes, and even occasionally tripping over his stilts because his mind was set on you. The other survivors would simply assume it was a rough match for him, but oh, only if they knew. If only you knew. Sometimes he’d even purposely seek you out during matches, just for the sake of seeing your face. If you were a stunner, he wouldn’t mind being stunned if it were you. Oh, this boy is head over heels for you.

♡ The thought of confessing to you never crossed his mind once, Ithaqua just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He could barely bring himself to utter a word to you without his voice faltering, how could he possibly confess to you? The day the thought did cross his mind, it made his heart flutter. He overheard the other hunters speaking of their love interests and the topic of confessions came about. The boy would bury his face into his mask as he swallowed, his face tinged a scarlet hue. Him? Confessing to you?

♡ He felt as though he’d make an absolute fool of himself. Like he believed he always did whenever you were within the vicinity. Even if he did so, how would he? The hunter pondered for some time, pacing in his room in circles. Ithaqua knew he couldn’t bear to say it aloud to you, to even part his wavering lips to speak out the three words he desperately wished to say.

♡ He knew he’d stammer, stumble over his words, and become a heated mess in your presence. That was when he dared to even consider writing a love letter. Ithaqua despised writing. Reading was already tedious and mustering up words to look and sound pretty on paper is even worse. He shook his head and succumbed. A quill in hand, his ebony hues fixed on the blank sheet of paper in front of him.

♡ After countless attempts, Ithaqua was encircled by crumpled sheets of paper beside him. He’d hold his head in his hands, eliciting a weary sigh. Perhaps if he had chosen to be straightforward about his feelings he wouldn't find himself in such a plight. Never would he have figured he’d find himself, cooped up in his room attempting to write a letter that conveyed his feelings for you. Despite his trouble, he refused to seek assistance for his predicament.

♡ In the end, Ithaqua discarded the letter addressed to you in his empty drawer. His face flushed a deep shade of cerise, he considered momentarily to set the letter aflame. Feelings of discomfiture overcame him, his heart brutally ramming against his ribcage. He felt like a fool to have such feelings for you. How’d he find himself seeking your attention during matches, even if it meant pestering you by using abnormal on your cipher machine in progress.

♡ You were often bewildered by his actions, how coincidental that you’d always be the first survivor he’d pursue each match you share with him. How often he’d go as far as to ruthlessly eliminate your fellow teammates yet carry you straight to the dungeon with such tenderness. Eventually, the hunter allowed the words to seep past his lips. Three words he never thought he’d say to you. With a jolt of the rocket chair, you were sent off.

♡ His heart beating against his chest, his trembling hands removed his mask with a breathy sigh. For he couldn’t believe the words he uttered out of his mouth. Ithaqua knew well what he had done, and now he couldn’t bear to face you. He spent several days avoiding you in the manor, refusing to look at your face during matches. How could a hunter feel as though he is being hunted? Why is it that you were everywhere to be seen?

♡ Until one day, you stopped him in his tracks. Ithaqua didn’t quite understand why he froze like a deer in headlights, for he felt his heart jump at the sight of you. His target ran loose, having lost pursuit of the survivor he was set on because of you. The hunter refused to strike you down and allowed his ice axe to hang low. That was when you spoke the four words he never expected to hear from your mouth. Those four precious words he'd never thought you say.

♡ "I like you too."