#ada mesmer x emil

[lucaballs]

i’m back w idv . hello i love them

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

��� Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

[skyephobic]

darlin

[otakusparkle]

Identity V x The Chara Cafe Collaboration

"Red String of Love" Valentine's Day 2025

Merchandises List

Acrylic Stand

Acrylic Keychain

Acrylic Hairband

Can Badge

Clearfile

Postcard

Acrylic Card Case

Crunchy Choco

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[10joinn]

AdaEmil as AbaParacelsus🔑🗝️

[evilscallopgirl]

suuuuuuper old stuff i want to redraw the first two!!!!!

[pass1onepr1ncess]

Bitter bitches in the IDV fandom can scream and throw a hissy fit all they want that Adamil is the "token straights" of the characters and that annoying edaters are the only people who play them,

But Ada spent her entire life following in her father's footsteps to be a doctor, pioneering a new experimental treatment method in psychology that didn't promise success. In fact, every patient she attempted to treat only seemed to get worse at the sound of her whistle.

It wasn't until her internship at the White Sand Street Asylum that she finally saw a breakthrough in her research with a single patient- with Emil. And she saw how the rest of the doctors treated him and knew it wasn't right, that he deserved better than sedatives and restraints.

Despite the asylum's resignation at his condition, Ada knew that her hypnotherapy was the only treatment that could heal him. And though Emil couldn't fully grasp the situation through his medication at the start of their relationship, he knew that Ada wanted to help him beyond forcing him to sleep and strapping him into his bed. He recognized that she was the only doctor to truly want to treat his illness, the only person who was even nice to him after all his years in the asylum.

And you can shout from the rooftops that their relationship is inherently unhealthy and has a dangerous power balance but 1) Most if not All of the ships in IDV are toxic as about 98% of the characters are horrible people and 2) Ada literally ran away and gave up on her entire career as a doctor for Emil. She spent years putting in the work to even get that internship at White Sand and she threw it all away in the hopes that the one she loved would stop hurting. Even if it wasn't her treatment, she wanted to Emil to stop hurting no matter the cost.

Even with the power balance, Ada loved that man. And it's clear Emil loved her, too.

[montaigness]

something is happening to me

[eliasmelody]

PART 4!

(Very long fic)

Tag: maid reader, Ada x Emil, Ada x f!reader, Emil x f!reader

Warning: Blood, trauma, manipulate, panic, little angst, fluff, OOC (only small hint x reader). And of course spelling and grammar

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The Valentine’s Day event arrives at the manor, bringing with it a plethora of activities and decorations to celebrate the day of love. The air is filled with a sense of excitement and romance.

Emil glances around the manor, taking in the festive atmosphere. He can't help but feel a pang of loneliness as he sees people chatting and laughing to each other. He rubs his wrist subconsciously, a habit he's developed when he feels anxious or unsettled.

He scans the room, searching for Ada’s familiar figure, but he can’t find her amidst the throng of people. He feels a sense of disorientation and loneliness as he realizes that he's now alone.

“Ada …”

His voice barely rises above the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses, but it feels like a shout in his mind. The dim lights cast shadows across the crowded space, making it harder to pick out a face in the shifting mass. Each glance he casts only reminds him more of her absence, the empty space beside him now painfully tangible.

He walks a little farther, still scanning, but the faces blur together, strangers whose smiles mock his solitude.

"Ada…"

He whispers again, the name carrying the weight of unspoken words. Panic grips him tightly, his breath quickening as his chest tightens. The air suddenly feels too thick, too oppressive. Where could she be? Why isn’t she here? His eyes dart from face to face, but none of them hold the warmth of her presence.

"Ada!" He calls out again, this time with desperation, his voice cracking under the strain of rising panic.

"Emil?"

Emil's head snaps in the direction of the voice, his eyes widening. He sees her, a familiar figure standing in front of him. At first, he thinks it's Ada, but the realization that it's just the usual maid brings a pang of disappointment.

"Emil, are you alright?" She voices gently, concerned, but it feels distant, as if it's coming from somewhere far away.

He blinks, trying to steady himself, but the weight of his worry for Ada is still heavy on his chest. "I... I can't find her." He says, his voice hoarse, and for a moment, he’s unsure if he’s speaking to her or to himself. 'Ada... I’ve looked everywhere."

The maid's expression softens, her eyes scanning the room briefly before she steps a little closer. "Maybe she stepped outside for some air" She suggests, though the uncertainty in her tone makes it clear that it’s just a guess.

Emil nods slowly, though it doesn’t help the sense of dread gnawing at him. He feels a flicker of hope, but it’s weak, like a match about to go out. “I need to find her."

"Hey, hold on a second.” She says, her voice gentle as she reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder. But as her fingers brush against him, he flinches, his body stiffening, eyes wide with sudden alarm.

She widens her eyes at his reaction, a flicker of concern crossing her face. "My apologies" She says softly, taking a step back. "But I’m afraid I can’t let you run around like this in your state. Why don’t you sit down for a bit?"

Emil hesitates, his chest still tight with anxiety. Every part of him screams to keep moving, to search for Ada, but the weight of exhaustion and the overwhelming rush of emotion suddenly pulls at him. He swallows hard, his hands trembling at his sides.

"I can’t just sit." He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to find her. She’s—” He stops himself, fighting the lump in his throat. His mind is a whirlwind, desperate thoughts clashing with his growing sense of helplessness.

"Will be okay." She says, her voice soft but filled with an unwavering calm. She steps closer, her tone reassuring, almost like a quiet anchor in the storm of his panic. "She’s probably just around here somewhere. We’ll find her together, alright? Just take a breath."

Emil's chest rises and falls rapidly, but a part of him wants to believe her. Maybe she’s right, he thinks, Maybe I can’t keep running on empty like this.

He takes a shaky breath before finally lowering himself into the chair, his body trembling slightly as he sinks into it. The moment he sits, a wave of exhaustion crashes over him. He grips the edge of the chair, his knuckles white, as if holding on to some last thread of control.

"Hey..." The maid’s voice is soft but insistent. Without warning, she places a glass of water in front of him, her hand steady despite the tension in the air.

Emil looks at the glass for a moment, the cool condensation dripping down the sides. He knows he should drink, but the action feels foreign in the midst of his spiraling thoughts. Still, the silence stretches between them, and something in the simple gesture grounds him, even if just for a moment.

"Drink." She says quietly, her eyes meeting his, unwavering. "You need to stay calm, Emil. You won’t be able to think clearly like this."

The maid watches him for a moment, the tension thick in the air as he doesn't move, his eyes distant, lost in the panic still swirling inside him. She sighs softly, the frustration creeping into her chest. She knows she shouldn’t, but something in her sees how paralyzed he is, how the fear has overtaken him to the point of stillness.

She hesitates, her gaze flicking from the glass of water back to him, knowing she’ll probably regret the words that are about to leave her mouth. But she speaks anyway.

"Ada would love to know that you’ll be hydrated now, wouldn't she?"

Emil's eyes flicker to her, his expression blank for a moment, as if the words don’t fully register. His hands grip the glass tighter, as if the mention of Ada has pulled him out of his frantic haze, even if just for a second.

For a long moment, Emil doesn’t speak, his gaze distant, clouded with worry. But then, as if the simple mention of Ada is enough to stir him, he slowly lifts the glass to his lips.

The first sip is shaky, but he drinks, the coolness of the water grounding him, if only for a brief moment.

The maid’s voice is gentle but firm as she steps closer, her gaze soft yet insistent. "Now, please sit here and wait for me, okay? I’ll be right back."

Emil doesn't answer the maid's words, his focus already slipping away from her. His eyes are distant again, searching the crowd as if he can will Ada to appear. The words she said barely register, and even though she’s standing in front of him, he’s too far lost in his thoughts, too consumed by the gnawing fear in his chest to respond.

With that, she moves through the crowd, her figure slowly fading from sight, leaving Emil alone once more. His heart races, but he stays still, his gaze fixed on the people around him, as if hoping Ada will step into view any second. The minutes stretch, each one feeling longer than the last.

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Ada steps into the room, her eyes scanning the space with quick, practiced movements. Not here, she thinks, a pang of unease settling in her chest.She moves swiftly, her steps purposeful as she searches for him, her mind racing.

Ada’s frustration mounts as she’s pushed around by the crowd. Damn these people, she thinks, her heart racing, knows that she can’t leave Emil alone for too long. She thought she had pulled him away from the chaos earlier, and had thought she'd guided him through the crowd. How could she be so careless? She should’ve known better, should’ve paid more attention.

Focus, she tells herself, her steps quickening. She can’t afford another mistake.

"Emil? Emil!" Ada calls out, her voice sharp with urgency as she scans another room once more.

Ada stumbles back as she bumps into someone, the force of it knocking her off balance for a moment. She quickly steadies herself, glaring at the person who just shoved into her.

"Hey, watch your path!" The person snaps, clearly irritated.

Ada barely registers the anger in their voice as she pushes past them, her focus solely on finding Emil. The encounter only fuels her frustration. She can't waste another second. "Sorry!" She mutters, not even pausing to wait for a response before calling out for Emil again.

No response comes from the crowd, except for a familiar voice that cuts through the chaos.

"Ms. Ada?" The voice is tentative, soft, but unmistakable.

Ada freezes, turning toward the sound. She spots the maid from earlier, standing a few feet away, her eyes searching her with concern. The sight of her brings a brief moment of relief, but only a brief one.

"Have you seen him?" Ada asks urgently, her voice strained with worry. She doesn’t wait for a reply, her eyes scanning the room again.

"Emil, right?" The maid asks, her voice calm but with a hint of concern.

Ada nods quickly, her eyes wide with urgency. "Yes, have you seen him? He was just here—he was–." She takes a step closer, her heart racing. "Where is he? Is he okay?"

The crowd's cheers grow deafening, the noise overwhelming everything else. Ada strains to hear, but the sounds of shouting and something like metal drown out whatever the maid tries to say.

She looks back at her, frustration building as she tries to catch any hint of a response. "What?" Ada yells over the noise, desperate for an answer. But the noise swallows her words, leaving her more anxious than before.

The maid sighs, clearly annoyed by the chaos around them. Without a word, she reaches for Ada's hand, her grip firm but gentle, and motions for her to follow.

They finally step through a door and onto a balcony, the noise of the crowd muffled just enough to hear each other. The cool night air hits Ada's face, grounding her slightly.

She breathes in deeply, her chest tightening with every passing second. "What’s going on?" Ada asks, her voice quieter now, but full of urgency. "Where’s Emil?"

The maid sighs, her shoulders stiffening slightly. "He's in the music room," she says, her voice low, "But I'm afraid the path is a little bit... hard to cross right now, I think there has been a conflict."

Ada’s brow furrows in confusion. "An conflict?" She repeats, a sense of dread creeping into her. "What do you mean? What’s happening?"

The maid's tone shifts slightly as she speaks. "Oh, you know. People are unstable when they’re drunk sometimes." She says, her expression hardening with an edge of distaste. "Don’t worry, the other staff are handling it. He is sitting at the corner, so I hope he won’t get caught in between it."

Ada thoughts instantly flash to Emil, and the image of him trapped in the chaos, vulnerable and alone, tightens her chest.

"I don’t care about the conflict" Ada mutters, her voice low but intense. "I need to get to him." She looks at the maid, her determination clear. "Now."

The maid freezes for a moment, her eyes darting around the balcony to ensure no one is nearby. Satisfied, she leans in closer to Ada, lowering her voice.

"I... can help get you there." Her tone is conspiratorial, but there's a hint of hesitation in her words.

The maid’s voice drops even lower, her eyes scanning the area once more before locking onto Ada's with a serious, almost pleading gaze. "But you need to promise me to stay low and tell no one. No one"

"I promise" Ada says quietly, her voice unwavering. "Just help me get to him."

The maid nods, her expression resolute. "Follow me, and watch your head." She instructs, turning quickly and leading Ada toward a narrow side door at the edge of the balcony.

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Emil sits in the corner of the room. The noise of the ongoing dispute fades into a dull buzz in the background as his mind races. His eyes are tired, red-rimmed from worry, but his focus is sharp, he hasn't moved, hasn't spoken, barely noticed the ruckus unfolding around him.

Emil blinks, confusion clouding his mind. He doesn’t remember how long he’s been sitting there, or what exactly happened, but now, he suddenly realizes that the room has fallen silent.

His hands are trembling, but he can’t remember when they started shaking. He opens his mouth to speak, but his throat feels tight, his voice barely a whisper.

"What... what’s going on?"

The room doesn’t respond. The eyes that watch him only seem to grow more cautious, more wary, and the weight of their collective gaze presses down on him like a physical force. Emil stands there, the blood on his hand feeling like a heavy weight, as the shards of glass dig deeper into his palm. His thoughts swirl, foggy and disconnected, and he can't seem to make sense of what just happened. His legs tremble beneath him, but he remains frozen, his body unwilling to move.

Then, just as the pressure begins to feel unbearable, the door opens, and Ada steps in.

Her eyes scan the room, landing on him almost instantly. A flicker of recognition crosses her face, but it's quickly replaced by concern, her gaze falling to his bloodied hand.

"Emil..." She says, her voice a mix of relief and alarm as she rushes toward him.

"Ada…" He whispers, his voice shaky, his eyes searching hers for something to hold on to. The blood on his hand feels like a nightmare, and he’s not sure how to wake up from it.

The staff quickly move into action, their professionalism cutting through the tension in the room. They begin to stabilize the others, who have been watching Emil warily.

One staff member moves to separate two men who had been arguing, another directs a group of guests away from the center, and a few others start working to clean up the broken glass on the floor, their movements swift but controlled.

The maid waves at Ada with a quick motion, her face still tense but resolute. "This way." She yells.

Ada looks at the maid, her anxiety still running high, but she follows the maid’s lead without hesitation. As Emil trails behind her, his hand still bleeding, the noise and tension from the main room begin to fade as they move down the corridor.

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The maid leads them to a small, secluded room, the air calmer here with Ada’s careful movements.

She sits beside Emil, her hands steady as she works to remove each shard of glass from his palm, her brow furrowed in concentration. She picks out the last piece of glass, her fingers gentle but precise, and sighs in relief.

"Luckily, it wasn't too deep" She murmurs, her voice a soft whisper in the otherwise silent room.

Her heart pounds as she thinks of what could have happened if she hadn’t arrived when she did. If I had been any later, he could have dug the shards deeper into his skin. The thought lingers in her mind, but she pushes it aside as she finishes cleaning the wound, applying a bandage with care.

Emil hasn’t spoken much, still processing what happened, but she can tell he’s aware of her every movement. She gently presses the bandage into place, her hands trembling just slightly.

"There." She says, her voice softer now. "It’s done."

She looks up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of clarity, any sign that he’s starting to come back to himself.She sits back for a moment, her hands resting in her lap as she watches him closely.

"You’re going to be okay” She says softly, though the uncertainty in her voice betrays her own lingering worry.

He opens his mouth, but no words come out at first. The silence stretches, heavy with the weight of everything that’s happened.

"I... I don’t remember." He finally whispers, his voice hoarse. "How did it get like this? What... what happened?"

Ada’s heart clenches at his words. She doesn't know how to explain everything, not yet. She takes a slow breath, trying to keep her own emotions in check. "It doesn’t matter," she says, her voice steady but warm. "What matters is that you're safe now."

Emil stares at her, a mix of gratitude and guilt on his face. "I didn’t want to—" His voice breaks, and he quickly looks away, unwilling to meet her gaze. "I never wanted any of this."

Ada reaches out, placing a gentle hand on his. "I know." She says softly, her fingers squeezing him in comfort. "You’re not alone in this, Emil. I’m here."

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The door creaks open, and the maid steps in, her face softening with visible relief. "Thank goodness. You’re both alright?"

Ada nods, offering a small but reassuring smile. "He’s going to be fine." She says, her voice calm. "It wasn’t as bad as it looked.

"The maid exhales slowly, her posture relaxing. "I’m glad." She replies, her voice still laced with concern. She turns to Emil, her eyes softening. "You had us worried there for a moment."

Emil doesn't respond immediately, still processing everything, but he finally meets the maid's gaze, a faint nod acknowledging her words. His mind is clearer now, but the weight of what happened still presses on him.

The maid sighs, rubbing the back of her neck as she reports the event after other people's perspective. "Well, apparently, Emil started to panic once Naib and Norton began arguing. Then, he... kind of shattered the glass. It seems like he gripped it too tight in the chaos."

Ada looks at Emil, her concern deepening as she realizes just how much pressure he must have been under. She turns back to the maid, her voice soft but steady. "I understand. He’s been through a lot tonight."

Emil shifts uncomfortably, the weight of the situation still heavy on him, but at least now, a small sense of clarity starts to settle in. "I didn’t mean to…"

"Shhh..." Ada reassures him, offering a gentle smile.

The maid smiles softly, her tone reassuring. "Everything is okay now. I doubt anyone will remember, given all the alcohol flowing around here." She says with a slight chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

Ada nods, her lips curving into a small smile, grateful for the small comfort as she glances at Emil, still a little tense but slowly relaxing.

Ada sighs, her voice softer this time, carrying the weight of her gratitude. "I... I want to thank you. For everything. You’ve helped more than you know."

The maid looks surprised for a moment, then smiles, her expression warm and kind.

"You don’t have to thank me." She replies, her voice humble. "I’m glad you're both alright. That’s all that matters."

Ada nods, her gratitude clear in her eyes. "Still, you’ve been a huge help. I don’t know what we would have done without you."

The maid smiles warmly and walks closer, and it’s then that Ada notices the small basket she’s holding. The maid lifts it slightly, her tone light and cheerful.

"For you two." She says, offering the basket. "Some sandwiches and... chocolate. Happy Valentine’s Day."

Ada’s eyes soften in surprise, and she smiles, touched by the gesture. She hadn’t expected this, especially after everything that had happened.

"Thank you." Ada says, her voice filled with genuine appreciation as she takes the basket. She looks over at Emil, who has finally begun to relax a bit, his face softening as he catches sight of the treats.

"That’s so thoughtful," Ada adds, her gaze meeting the maid’s.

The maid nods, a small smile still on her face. "You both deserve something sweet after tonight."

Ada, feeling deeply grateful for the maid’s kindness, reaches out and gently takes her hand. Her voice is sincere as she looks up at her. "If one day you need something, I promise, within my ability, I’ll do my best to help."

The maid blushes, clearly flustered by Ada’s gesture. “No, no, it’s fine—" She begins to protest, her cheeks tinged with pink.

But Ada, holding her gaze with quiet sincerity, insists, "I insist, please. It’s the least I can do."

The maid opens her mouth as if to argue but then hesitates, letting out a soft sigh. "Well... thank you."

With that, the maid gives a final nod and gently pulls her hand away. She waves on her way out, her cheeks still flushed with a mix of gratitude and shyness.

Emil, who has been quietly observing the exchange, watches her leave. Just as she turns to walk out the door, his hand lifts slightly in a hesitant wave. It’s a small, almost unconscious gesture, but it's enough.

The maid doesn't see it, already on her way out of the room, but the quiet connection lingers between them, even as she disappears from view.

Ada notices the subtle wave from Emil, and she offers him a soft smile. "You’re starting to come back to yourself." She says quietly, her voice filled with gentle encouragement.

Emil continues to stare at the door where the maid left, his voice soft and distant. "She said you’d be happy to know that I’m hydrated."

He turns to Ada, a small, almost vulnerable expression on his face, his eyes wide like a lost puppy. "Are you happy, Ada?"

Ada’s gaze softens as she watches Emil, her heart warming at his words. She chuckles softly to herself, realizing how thoughtful the maid was. "So, the maid helped you before going off to look for me? How sweet."

Emil nods slowly, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he finally seems to relax a little. "Yeah... she did…"

Ada looks at him with a soft, understanding expression. "Sometimes people surprise us," she says, her tone gentle.

Emil nods again, his expression softening as he looks at her, a sense of calm starting to settle between them.

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Two last piece of Valentine's addition before I'm gone for weeks.

[pastelwhile-art]

Headcanons for da COA 7 gang

[oletus-writer]

your rules say no polyamory with emilada being an exception, so would you be willing to write a nsfw alphabet with emil x reader x ada? feel free to refuse ofc. thank you for your time :)

Of course! That’ll be quite fun, although I’ve got a lot of nsfw alphabets, and I don’t think the structure works with two people, so I’ll just write some headcannons. My apologies.

Poly Emilada nsfw headcannons

Warnings: nsfw

Ada is going up top the shit out of you, regardless of your usual role in sex. Of course, if the three of you discuss that you wanted to be dominant beforehand, she’ll indulge you, but there’s a part of her that naturally comes out and she’ll end up bossing you around. Perhaps you could take her and let her know who’s the one giving orders.

Emil, on the other hand, is nothing if not a bottom, both in and out of sex - the most dominant thing you’ll get out of him is when he puts his dick inside you and fucks you nice and slow, while kissing and marking you. Even in that situation, he’ll discretely hand you the reins by constantly asking if the pace is right, if it feels good, etc.

Both are a bit on the romantic side when it comes to sex, with Emil setting up candles and Ada insisting on courting you properly before anyone makes sexual advances. They want to make you feel loved, and hopefully, if you’ve never been in a polyamorous relationship, attempt not to spark any jealousy. They’re comfortable to take things slow, and Ada is more jealous than Emil, although the jealousy is rarely directed at each other.

Ada is more well-groomed than Emil, although she still has a bit of pubic hair, with Emil’s being thicker and curlier. Regarding whether or not it matches the drapes, it depends on the skin and whether or not the eyebrows are the same colour as the hair. Of course, they don’t mind if you shave or not.

As for kinks, Ada is more into things along the lines of overstimulation, aphrodisiacs (if you’ll let her), light degradation, light choking (her giving) and she’d like to peg you as well. For Emil, he is into voyeurism as long as the parties consent, mutual masturbation, praise, and all in all is willing to be a pillow princess if you’ll let him.

Emil doesn’t like to be slapped, choked, or physically injured in any way, regardless if it would scar. You’d have to be a bit careful with him, as one could easily coerce him into doing the things he does not want to do, but Ada would be there to make sure he has the courage to speak his mind and say no.

There’s quite a few things Ada is not into, which would be thoroughly discussed before the three of you have sex, and would encourage open conversation. If it was the first time you’ve ever had a threesome, she’ll be gentle and supportive while Emil would smile, and do his best to reassure that you’re doing well.

[identity-lovecore]

hi !!! could i request victor, ganji, emil (which can be poly with ada, if you'd like to) with an s/o who can like cook the most aperitive, divine, scrumptious, mouth-watering food ?? like im talking the one scene in ratatouille where the food critic get flashbacks to his childhood energy

ganji... mwah . literally one of the best little guys. response under the cut!! poly emil and ada x reader, too! separate for all three (four?) of course.

Victor always gets super excited when he sees you working in the kitchen. His whole face literally lights up. He'll run into the kitchen, just to watch you work. He certainly isn't a picky eater, so he'll be super excited to try just about anything. Sometimes, Victor will wrap his arms around your waist and lay his jaw against your shoulder while you cook. He likes watching and observing what you do!!!

Ganji, on the other hand, would be super embarrassed whenever you cook him a meal. He gets all flustered, his face heating up. He's never exactly sure why you like to cook for him, and insists that you shouldn't have. He certainly adores when you do cook him food, though. He'll enjoy it even more if you sit down and eat with him as well.

Emil... definitely cannot cook. He just can't get the hang of it. Ada, on the other hand, is a nice cook, but doesn't exactly have the time to prepare meals when she has work to do. So, that leaves you to do the cooking. Emil will want to watch you work, while the two of you plan to go surprise Ada with the dish later. Emil is fascinated by how well you cook. And, if you and Ada work on the dish together, it's always a wonderful dinner for the three of you.

[rosemaze-reveries]

clinging to the only manor guest who makes you feel safe various idv charas + you (platonic)

for @ninacottoncandy

🦈✈️🧲🔗❤️‍🩹

Here are the reader's traits described in the original ask: You have grown really attached to them and won't let them go, following them like a lost duckling. They're the only one you act energetic around, while you're shy and scared around others. It's later revealed that you were neglected back home resulting in abandonment issues.

🦈 Leo

Leo sees something in you that he can't exactly pinpoint. Maybe you fill a loss that he's tucked into the crevasses of his memory. Maybe you represent a second chance at one of his lingering regrets. Whatever it is, he swears that no harm will come to you as long as he's around.

He sneaks you the universal passcode to the arms factory's exit gates, with instructions written in his messy scrawl: "Play the game. Do what they ask. Use for emergensy only." It's not the first time he's been punished for breaking the rules, but that's a trivial thing if it means protecting you.

Before your first game, he brings you a gift, a crude little thing that's obviously handmade. It's a miniature red-and-purple striped rocket chair made for dolls. You find it a little childish, but Leo attaches a story to it: "If bad guy catches you. 1, 2, 3, blast off. Trapped again."

That's a bit grim, but cute, you suppose. You're not sure why he gave it to you, though.

✈️ Charles

As a man of few words and a perpetual poker face, his fondness for you might not be that obvious. But he finds you terribly endearing. He doesn't mind having you in his shadow at all. It won't be long before he starts feeling very protective of you.

In an attempt to get closer to him, one day you ask to try out his jetpack. He's always tinkering with the thing, so he must have a lot to say about it, right? The moment you reach for it, something in Charles snaps, and with a panicked shout he knocks you off it before cradling his device tightly in his arms. With that look of abject terror in his eyes, one would think you were trying to murder his baby. You never thought it was even possible for him to raise his voice like that.

The truth is, he couldn't have cared less about the jetpack. He was worried about losing someone else to his faulty machine. The guilt for frightening you plagues him for weeks after. He dedicates the next few months to working on a device that stabilizes his hand tremors. Not for his own sake, but because he can't bear to disappoint you—he wants to build something safer for you to try, and needs a reliable hand to do it.

🧲 Norton

Finds it bothersome. He has an unspoken agreement with the rest of the manor to steer clear of each other, what’s not clicking for you? He doesn’t exactly radiate sunshine and rainbows. Why you got attached to him of all people is something he can’t wrap his head around.

He won’t go out of his way to talk to you, which you can consider a small mercy from him. If forced he’ll bluntly shut down the idea of being your “protector” or whatever role you’ve arbitrarily assigned to him. He’s not here to babysit anyone, especially not for free. Doesn’t matter what your story is.

It seems like the best way to win his favor is by giving him space. And start hoping he’ll warm up with time. With the manor's stretches of eternity in store for you, you can certainly spare the wait.

🔗 Ada & ❤️‍🩹 Emil

The first time you begin yearning for them remains clear in your memory. They're huddled together over the kitchen stove, morning sun filtering through the open window. Ada explains how to flip an omelette while Emil is paying more attention to her gentle hands than her technique. Once in a while their soft giggles rise above the sound of sizzling oil.

Watching them, suddenly you aren't at the manor anymore. You're in one of those big, bright two-story houses from the stories you read as a child, the ones with the perfect families and happy endings to every trouble that comes their way. Ada and Emil probably don't even realize how picture-perfect they look in this moment, how similar they are to the families you thought only existed once upon a time. Their love makes you jealous, but you crave it just as much.

Sharp as always, Ada is quick to notice you observing them. You fear a round of questioning but instead she says, "Good morning. Do you want something? How do you like your eggs?" and Emil pipes in a second later with "Onions okay?"

It's such a casual sentiment, but it takes you aback. Most manor guests aren't glowing examples of neighborly people, you've learned that the hard way. But your wishful thinking gets the better of you, so you play along. They bring out a plate of your breakfast and sit with you at the table. You remember thinking, even if they are tricking you and these eggs are poisoned and you never wake up again, it would be nice to go with this fairy tale family as your last memory. But you get to enjoy a delicious breakfast and the remaining hours of the day without issue.

The same thing happens the next morning, and the one after that.

Emil's prowess with the frying pan drastically improves as the days go by, and soon he starts waking up ahead of Ada to surprise her. Some days include you, with him gently nudging you out of bed, eager smile on his face as he teaches you all the cooking tricks Ada taught him. He also shows you a notepad he keeps, with lists titled: Ada favorites. Good food for a bad day. Restront menus (make at home). And a new addition: What (Y/N) likes.

[brdmtsn]

hehehheh

[otakusparkle]

With passionate love... I'll pull the red thread of fate closer! Happy Valentine's Day💝

It's the day to gather up a little courage and express your feelings! I'm going to spend a wonderful time with someone special🍫

Who in the manor will you give chocolate to? Tell Emma the secret!

[aesopcatt]

Idv Characters I Write For

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