Haiii! I saw your request were open, can I request a childhood friend!Ithaqua x gn reader that had been searching for him after his mother's death? Thank u so muchh if you were ok to doing thisss :'>
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hi, anon! i tried to put a (hopefully) nice spin on it. so, i hope you enjoy 🥺
request; yes, by anon! requests are (semi) open, but there is a queue and requests may take a while.
wc; 1 105.
tags; childhood friend! ithaqua x gn! reader, a bit of angst, ithaqua doesn’t actually show up, but he’s there, fluffy memories, could be platonic or romantic.
summary; in loving memory of the victim — your friend’s mother — of an unknown incident, you put flowers in front of that house every year. and… it appears you are not the only one who remembers.
“ah, (y/n)! it’s so good to see you — i was expecting you, in fact.”
with a small ring of a bell, you were welcomed with a hearty voice from within the store. the moment you stepped in, the fragrance of various flowers intermingled together, tickling your nose to the point you had to pause where you were at just to adjust.
you didn’t normally go to flower shops, even though you routinely visited it once a year, so you had never truly gotten used to its thick scent.
“when it comes to the smell, the only thing that makes me dizzier is the scent of perfumes,” you muttered.
if the owner of the shop heard you, she made no such signs. it was as though you had said nothing at all as she smiled. “well? do you want the usual bouquet?”
the usual…
just how long had it been, for the bouquet you asked for to become ‘the usual’? how long had it been, for the owner to remember exactly what you ask for, despite visiting merely once a year?
“yes.” you threw her a small nod and a smile. “the usual, please.”
“coming right up!”
you waited around at the entrance, occasionally stealing glances at the other flowers scattered around the shop — on the ground, the tables, and hanging in pots from above.
“have you finally shown interest in some other flowers?”
“whoa!!” your heart felt like it was about to burst from your chest up to your throat as you jumped backward, seeing the owner right before you.
the owner, too, looked shocked. albeit for a different reason. “…am i a ghost to you or something?”
you shook your head quickly. “n-no, just looking around.”
“and? did anything catch your eye?”
“my eye…”
recomposing yourself from the shock with a couple of deep breaths, you looked around. your eyes scanned through all the vividly colorful flowers, but they stopped on a certain batch.
among the flashy colors and large petals, this batch looked quite humble in comparison, and it made your scanning gaze freeze for a second. noticing this, the owner followed the direction of your gaze to the flowers your eyes had fixated on — they were small, five-petaled flowers, a light, almost baby blue in color.
“ah,” the owner nodded as she continued, “those are forget-me-nots. you have good taste in flowers, for those to catch your eye.”
forget-me-nots… the desire not to be forgotten? i didn’t know they were called ‘forget-me-nots.’
even though you were far from a flower connoisseur, looking at them made nostalgia bubble up from the pit of your stomach, pricking your heart like needles.
“guys, come here a minute!”
you two had been playing in the small living room, working on a small puzzle together, but upon hearing the voice outside, you two glanced at each other before bringing yourselves up to your feet and shuffling outside.
there crouched a lady with a smile as warm as the sun, eyes that reminded you of the spring breeze, and long, flowing hair that that carried a gentle, earthy scent every time it danced with the wind.
she raised her arm, gesturing for us to come.
and so, you approached her.
“see, aren’t these cute flowers?”
she pointed to the five-petaled, light blue flower on the ground. it was relatively small, and it must have been hard to spot, but you had always felt the lady before you, your friend’s mother, was quite in tune with the nature around her. she always seemed so… at home.
“what are these called, mama?” your friend tilted his head, his light blue eyes fixed on the small blue flowers.
“they are called—”
“forget-me-nots are commonly given to those you are parting with, maybe for a short time, or maybe for a long time,” the owner explained, “to send a message that you would like for them to remember you, in the good times and the bad. even if the distance is endless, the memory still binds us together.”
you couldn’t help but flash her a teasing smile next to you. “have you thought about becoming a storyteller?”
“well, i was born into a family of florists,” she replied, taking your teasing question seriously, “so, as much as i’ve thought about it, and maybe dreamed of it, i decided to become a florist in the end.”
“i guess it’s something you can’t change, then.”
a lot of things couldn’t be changed because of the whims of fate, perhaps like that incident that stole her — and him — away.
“…i guess so.”
you two exchanged wry smiles, and in the end, you had decided to buy some forget-me-nots along with your usual bouquet.
the house you used to play with Itha at was now abandoned.
the incident that had separated you two largely remained uncovered, as the church had pulled some strings to keep it all under the rug.
perhaps because that made you angry and frustrated, but you still couldn’t let go of the past.
years had passed, but you still couldn’t find your old friend. but, you had heard certain rumors that started popping up ever since the incident happened — that slight change was the only proof such a tragedy had happened.
there is nothing in the woods, but if you venture too deep, a monster in the woods would cut you down.
you approached the dusty house, now like a ruin that contained the distant memory of liveliness. at the door, you placed the bouquet and forget-me-nots together. then, you clasped your hands together and closed your eyes, sending a silent prayer to the skies above.
maybe, it was a sore last-ditch attempt to find him.
then, you left, as silently as you had come.
alone.
the following day, when you decided to take a detour and stop by that house once again (on a whim, perhaps), you couldn’t help but notice something… different.
the bouquet you had left was now gone, leaving even more forget-me-nots in place of where the bouquet was originally laid.
you widened your eyes slightly.
there is nothing in the woods, but if you venture too deep, a monster in the woods would cut you down.
if there was nothing but a monster in the woods, then who could be the one leaving these flowers behind?
you knew the answer already in the back of your mind, but with a single tear tracing your cheek, the name was kept lodged in your throat.
i miss you — i’ve always been searching for you.
we are apart right now, but please, whatever you do and wherever you are, do not forget me.
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fuck it, posting it here too
this was originally a writing sample for a now-dead multifandom rp on discord. it was based off a hc by my beloved (/p) mutual and friend @cemetery-irises of andrew destroying the handle of his closet door out of fear of being locked inside, and i'm honestly incredibly proud of how it turned out. andrew is genuinely one of my favourite characters to write, he's so fascinating and i can't wait to write him more
short, sweet, just 752 words of andrew kreiss being totally calm and normal guys i swear he's fine (/s)
Another day another Ithaqua fic. Why does everybody like the angst fics.. my followers are all masochists (me too guys)
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My side - Ithaqua x reader
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Pairing : College au! Ithaqua x reader
In which the reader is roommates with Ithaqua, a young man with some…conflicting opinions when it comes to organization.. and some missing mommy issues
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You listen to the rain outside as you type away on your laptop, humming a song to yourself as you work on a paper for one of your classes. Your silence is interrupted when your roommate comes back from the restroom, an unhappy expression on his face. “What’s the matter, Ithaqua?” You ask him, watching as he huffs and sits down on his bed, staring at you with his arms crossed.
“You put your shampoo on my side of the shower and I used it. Now I’m going to go around smelling like fresh rose petals.” Hearing him say this causes you to start laughing immediately, trying to stop yourself to no avail. “Ithaqua, it doesn’t work like that!-“ You try to explain, watching as he grumbles and looks around the room.
He’s a nice roommate, sure, but he’s certainly peculiar about how he likes to keep everything organized. To his defense, he does have a habit of using the things in his space.. which means if you left your things on his side it would most likely be used. “(Name). Why are your stuffed animals on my bed?” He takes them, staring at the face of one of the stuffed toys.
This takes you a moment to come up with a response for, and you eventually find the words. “I um… I’ve been awake late working on papers and you seem to have a hard time sleeping, I thought it would help.” Ithaqua’s eyes widen and he looks away, clearly embarrassed. The two of you were close enough for you to know why he seemed to have such bad nightmares. From what you remember him telling you, his mother had been institutionalized not long ago, leaving her son alone to go into college.
He hadn’t explained much else, but you always supposed that this was part of why he was having all these nightmares. “I don’t need you worrying that much about me, (Name). It’s not your job to watch over me.” Not wanting to overstep his boundaries at the moment, you simply nod before giving him a small smile. “You’re keeping the stuffed animal though, I think you could use something to hold on to.” He doesn’t argue much after this, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence until he goes to sleep, leaving you to work on your homework in peace.
Though not long after, you notice him shaking and hear the sounds of quiet sobs. “Ithaqua…?” You quickly put your laptop down, getting up and walking over to his bed, only to see that he was awake. Ithaqua doesn’t seem entire aware of the situation at the moment, but grabs onto you nonetheless for comfort. “Hey… it’s okay..” Slowly, you sit down on the bed with him and allow the other to cry into your shoulder. You don’t know what to say, and simply grab a few blankets and pillows from your side, bringing them to his relatively blank side of the room.
“I thought I told you.. to stop bringing your things to my side..” he manages to say in between sobs. Even if your items annoyed him, it was a distraction from whatever had triggered his nightmare. “Relax, Ithaqua, I think you could use some blankets right now.” He doesn’t make an effort to object, allowing you to wrap the blankets around him and pull him close again. “(Name), I’m sorry I interrupted whatever you were doing, it’s better you just get back to work-“ you put a finger to his lips and hush him, still holding onto Ithaqua.
“You need somebody to help you right now more than I need to finish those papers, it’s okay Ithaqua.” He sighs and leans against you, watching as you pull your laptop over and turn on a movie you had seen him watching many times before, the two of you sitting in a comfortable silence while the movie plays.
“My mother used to watch this with me all the time as a little kid.” He whispers, a small smile on his face. “I like to watch it and pretend she’s still with me sometimes..” you nod, rubbing his shoulders as the two of you keep watching the movie, eventually falling asleep towards the end together.
The next morning, you wake up to Ithaqua shaking you awake, a small smirk on his face. “First, your stuff is on my bed, now you are too?” You open your mouth to speak before he starts laughing, laying back down as he looks back over at you, the smile never falling from his face. “Thank you, (Name).. for staying with me last night.. even if it was an inconvenience, it really meant a lot to me.” You smile and wrap your arms around him, closing your eyes as you enjoy this moment. “It’s fine, I’ll be willing to help any time.”
Fandom — Identity V
Summary — it's dinner time and you two are back in your staring contest.
Pairing — Grave Keeper | Andrew Kreiss/Reader
Request — Andrew with a shy and nervous reader? (Gender neutral please!)
Content Warnings — none
Author's note — I will be honest, I was not inspired by this one but I did my best
He stared at you.
You stared back.
The clinking of utensils on plates and the sound of chattering around the two of you as you engaged in an endless battle, one only broken as one would look away to grab something from the middle of the table but always resuming.
The Gravekeeper found you odd.
You found the Gravekeeper odd.
Yet the two of you never seemed to say anything more than what you needed. Everyone else was aware of the odd attraction the two of you had towards each other, the Gravekeeper being a cold and soft spoken loner and you... you were just shy. A good teammate, a good comrade, the two of you had only ever said 'hello' to each other and yet you were as thick as thieves.
"Pass the gravy boat." Kevin said in the background, Fiona reaching between the two of you to pass the gravy boat to the cowboy, Andrew tilting his head to stare at you underneath Fiona's arm.
"Can you pass the peas?" Reaching out to grab the bowl of peas that sat between the two of you, your finger tips brushed against Andrew's before you pulled the bowl away, passing it to Patricia who sat to your right.
May i req HC Wu Chang with a Male S/O who got easily jealous when the guards didn't pay attention to him!
wu chang w a jealous s/o
(this was more comfort than anything else)
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"you've been in matches all day!" you whine. the white guard and black guard don't know exactly how to respond- they can't exactly skip matches anyway.
you flop onto xie's lap, grumbling about wanting more attention than you were receiving. he couldn't help but giggle at your outburst. you were just too cute, even when you were upset.
"what do you want us to do about our constant matching?" xie asked. "we're just so good that the baron has to match us all the time."
"you mean I'm so good-" fan interrupted.
"absolutely not."
you laugh, but it turns into a pout. you want more attention than what you're being given. you want cuddles and to be told that you were pretty, goddammit!
if you wanted something, however, you would have to ask for it. although to some this was a normal task, when it came to the guards, it was like playing a whole new game. they were too damn good at mind gaming.
ah but, you needed cuddles right now! and nothing was going to stop you.
you leaned up from xie's lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. to your slight surprise, he returned the gesture, pulling you into a sweet hug.
"why am I not invited to these cuddle events?" fan murmured, sitting next to both you and xie. his two sweetest lovers, locked in a tight embrace. he certainly wanted a piece of this action!
you had pulled away from xie, only to drag the two guards down on the bed, effectively sandwiching yourself between them.
it only took a few minutes of adjusting and moving before the two of them were now holding you, adjacent to one another. although now, you could smell a distinct aroma of water- specifically the dew after it rains.
maybe if you didn't know the guards story, the scent would've been sweet and made you smile. if you are aware, the bittersweet feeling arises in the air between the guards.
you choose not to mention the smell, as the three of you stay as close as possible.
The Mouse and the Cats (hunters x survivor reader), Chapter 14 - Mud, is now online
— You should be used to this game, but yet as you were thrust into a one-on-one with someone you didn't know, in an arena you had barely been in, your fear intensifies.
Readers take precaution for those who haven't read it yet: the fic has heavily sexual elements in some chapters, reader discretion advised: check tags
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
heavy trigger warnings for the following: violence, blood, horror elements typical of a horror game, biting, vomit, spitting, other bodily fluid mention, broken noses, bruises
