#emil x reader x ada

[sinisteryanderescribe]

::: An Interesting Encounter :::

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In the aftermath of a devastating apocalypse that has shattered society and left deadly diseases and infections rampant, a group of survivors has emerged, characterized by their cold and harsh demeanor. The destruction and isolation wrought by the apocalypse has taken a heavy toll on the group, leaving them distrustful, weary, and hardened by their experiences.

The survivors' harshness can be attributed to the trauma and loss they have endured, as well as the constant struggle for survival in a world that has been torn apart. Their cold and distant nature may stem from a need to protect themselves emotionally, as forming attachments could potentially lead to further heartache in their precarious circumstances. Additionally, the pervasive threat of deadly diseases and infections has likely instilled a sense of hypervigilance and wariness within the group, further contributing to their guarded behavior.

Despite their tough exterior, their demeanour is a coping mechanism, born out of necessity rather than malice. Their experiences have forced them to adopt a pragmatic, survival-focused mindset, prioritizing self-preservation above all else. This has inevitably led to an erosion of trust and empathy, as the group has learned to view the world through a lens of skepticism and caution.

As the group of survivors patrolled the desolate and ruined landscape, they stumbled upon a building where they heard the moans and cries of your voice who was trapped under a pile of rubble. The group, though initially wary and distrusting, ultimately decided to help the injured individual. As they carefully approached the source of the agonized sounds, they discovered you pinned beneath the debris, clearly in need of assistance.

Of course you would be startled at first with their sudden appearance but hope was the next feeling that filled your eyes.

The rescue effort was led by a man dressed in all black, wearing a gas mask to protect himself from the contaminated surroundings. With caution and precision, he skillfully maneuvered the heavy and sharp rocks that had entrapped you, eventually managing to free you by carefully pulling you out by the waist.

you find yourself being cared for by a white-haired woman with red tips at the end of her hair. Like the rest of the group, she wears a gas mask, a necessary precaution in the hazardous environment they inhabit. Her gentle but methodical touch conveys a sense of expertise and experience as she tends to your wounds, her eyes expressing though was emotionless and hard concentrated on wrapping up any deep wounds which you were thankful for.

Meanwhile, the man who had pulled you from the rubble takes on a more guarded stance, his gaze unwavering as he begins to question you. It's clear that he's maintaining a vigilant watch over you, wary of any potential threat you might pose. His demeanor makes you nervous, but you understand the necessity of his caution given the harsh reality of the world you now find yourself in.

Despite the tension, you answer his questions, providing information about your background, your profession as a doctor, and any other pertinent details. It's a relief to see a flicker of recognition in his eyes as he introduces himself as Luchino, acknowledging your responses with a measured nod. His name carries a weight of authority within the group, and you sense that he plays a significant role in their dynamics.

In a gesture of cautious camaraderie, Luchino proceeds to introduce you to the others, each member donning a mask like his own, their eyes reflecting a mix of wariness and curiosity as they take in your presence.

As Luchino introduces you to his group, you learn that the woman tending to your injuries is Ada, her white hair with red tips marking her as a unique presence within the group. With each careful movement, she conveys both expertise and a sense of intelligence , her focused attention speaking volumes about her dedication to aiding you in your time of need.

Meanwhile, a woman named Xiao Loa stands guard, her figure cloaked in a striking white dress coat. You notice her brief glance in your direction, though it's clear that her interest lies elsewhere, her demeanor exuding an air of detached indifference. Her inscrutable gaze leaves you with a sense of unease, as you wonder about the complexities hidden beneath her composed exterior.

Standing slightly apart from the others is Frederick, his posture exuding an aura of reserved scrutiny as he appraises you with a probing gaze. The intensity of his scrutiny puts you on edge, yet you find yourself captivated by the striking depth of his eyes, their beauty a stark contrast to the harshness of the world surrounding you.

After Ada finishes tending to your injuries, the group gathers to discuss whether they should take you with them. They huddle together, their expressions a mix of hesitation and uncertainty, each one silently weighing the implications of adding another member to their already burdened group. Ada, recognizing the value of having another doctor among them, seems to have no qualms about bringing you along, her practicality overriding any reservations.

Luchino, while acknowledging the usefulness of your medical expertise, remains uncertain, his guarded nature leaving room for doubt. Fredrick and Xiao Loa, on the other hand, make no effort to conceal their displeasure at the idea of adding another member to their ranks. To them, your presence represents an additional burden, a potential obstacle that could slow them down and complicate their already precarious existence.

Despite the reservations, the group eventually reaches a consensus, recognizing the practical advantages of having a doctor in their midst. Luchino takes charge, lifting you up as he hurriedly guides you to a waiting black truck, the others falling into step behind you. Once at the vehicle, Luchino gently places you in the back seat, where you notice a scruffy-looking young man whose tense demeanor and averted gaze hint at his unease with your arrival.

You would occasionally shift feeling slightly intimidated by some stares here and there but it’s better than slowly rotting and dying of starvation under a pile of rock and rubble.

As the journey begins, you find yourself surrounded by a group of individuals whose guarded nature and complex dynamics mirror the harsh realities of the world they inhabit. The subtle undercurrents of tension and uncertainty within the group offer a glimpse into the intricate web of relationships and conflicts that define their shared journey, hinting at the potential for both camaraderie and discord in this unforgiving post-apocalyptic landscape.

[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

[bimboothefool]

Hi!! Can I request a yandere Emil and Ada x gn reader? Maybe how they met the reader, how will treat them if they ever abduct them, up to you!

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐂’𝐬

Oh Yes you may and I had to rewatch their introduction trailer just to get a good feel of their personalities. Hopefully you’ll enjoy these headcanons Anon! ^7^ 🩷 Happy Halloween to you all, hopefully this halloween was great and you got a bunch of treats or atleast had fun!!🎃🎉

Warning this story isn't suitable for an audience of 17 & younger.

This story contains the following subject matters: Drugging, Gaslighting, Possessive & Manipulative Behavior, Kidnapping, Brainwashing and Forced Marriage (???) If you click read more you've consented to reading this story.

- There’s two possibilities they’ll meet you, You’re either Ada’s coworker/psychology nurse or are a patient like Emil.

- If you’re Ada’s coworker, she’ll often observe how you behave, what your quirks are and overall take in as much info about you as possible.

- Ada falls in love with seeing how devoted you are to making sure the patients are comfortable and safe. Every time to obediently follow her orders or trial behind her, her heart skips a beat.

- She also takes into account how your relationship is with Emil, sometimes leaving him in your care as she quickly “attends” to other patients.

- Emil would at first be weary of you, but soon warms up to you. He’ll cling to you often wanting to lay his head on your shoulder or lap.

- Emil grips onto your hand, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. He craves your attention and affection.

- Emil falls in love with how gentle and kind you are to him. He’s been so deprived of it, finally getting it is like finding cold, crisp oasis in a cruel, hot desert.

- Ada seeing how well you take care of Emil, involves you in their escape plan. Basically feeding you half truths and getting you coaxed into this plan.

- If you don’t agree and stand your ground, she drugs you and takes you with her. Emil clings to your unconscious form immediately, hugging you close. Wanting your warmth as Ada drives.

- Now onto if you’re a patient like Emil, he’s pretty antisocial during his time at the asylum. Barely talking to anyone else, you showed him a sliver of kindness, he’s practically attached at the hip with you.

- Often seeking you out and asking where you are. Wherever you go, he follows right after you.

- Ada seeing this change in behavior does a bit of bargains with the higher ups and is soon assigned as your psychologist.

- She’s very intrigued on how you operate as well. Learning every intimate detail about you.

- Ada proposes the idea of taking you out of this place, proposing you’re better off with her than in here.

- She’ll again just kidnaps and drugs you if you say no.

- Now onto how they both treat you after you’re abducted for both scenarios.

- If you resisted, when you wake up, you’re tied up. Ada knows how clever you are and isn’t taking any chances. She knows that using a different method on you into making you love both her and Emil is her top priority along with helping Emil.

- “Don’t worry my love, soon you’ll see things our way. For now rest up.” Ada looks down at your restrained form.

- When the hypnosis results start to stagnate, she knows they’ve yielded incredible results. ‘ Maybe, just maybe they’ll work on you. ‘

- So now you’re apart of her tests, your backbone is forcibly ripped from you. Your autonomy is taken from you piece by piece.

- Emil helps out by constantly being beside you, seeking you out frequently and offering you comfort and security. Feeding you the idea that he nor Ada would never hurt you. They want you to be as free and happy as they are.

- After many tests, you finally crack and often needing to be close to Ada or Emil. If both they’re both around, the merrier your time is spent with them. You crave their attention at first. But slowly you needed their love.

- Ada and Emil’s love becomes your addiction, their kisses make your knees buckle, their embrace keeps you grounded and it all felt so right.

- The once loud voice screaming for you to run and hide, starts to get quieter and quieter. You don’t want to run from your beloveds. They’re your lovers, why would you run from them.

- Ada and Emil have shown you what true love is. They would never hurt you. Ada and Emil love you and you love them.

- If you went along and complied, Ada uses this to her advantage. Using Emil as a way to tempt you to not defy her. Emil isn’t innocent, he plays along and amplifies how he needs you too. Having without you, means he’s incomplete.

- With time it does its twisted job, you fall in love with Emil and soon Ada. You look forward to their kisses, the nights where you cuddle eachother.

- You all practically are each other’s entire world, you know even death won’t make neither of you part.

- This is true love, the pinnacle of pure, unconditional and unadulterated love.

- In both scenarios, when you all receive an invite. When both Ada and Emil, propose to you. Your heart is beating with sick joy. First a getaway from this life you’ve outgrown and now being engaged to the two people you clutch onto dearly.

- “Paradise… Here we come.” You smile with broken delight. You now have rings on both of your ring finger. This is the start of a new chapter, with your new wife and husband.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐧 | 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐬

[turbulentscrawl]

Reminders of the Horror

Being exposed to bad things all the time makes one a bit blind to them. Sometimes, they need a more severe reminder of the truth.

Warnings: descriptions of gore, reader death, hurt (and only a little comfort)

Emil (& Ada)

You said you’d get him. Rescue him from the chair. Ada trusted you, and look what you’ve done with that trust.

That’s what you think as you lay bleeding on the ground at Emil’s kicking feet. Your ears are ringing for some reason, and the soil is pulsing beneath you, but somewhere beyond the tinnitus you can hear Emil crying. Screaming, shouting. You can’t see yourself, but you can feel the wounds. Between that and Emil’s reactions, you know it’s bad. Robbie’s axe, you think, had just about split you in half. Your stomach feels light, like it’s gone hollow, and it hurts more than you can fathom.

“Get up, get up, get up,” Emil is chanting in the most terrible, agonized voice. “You’re okay, you’re okay, please get up!”

You try to heed his begging. One of your hands twitches, shakes, finds his ankle. Somehow your fingers crawl your palm up the length of Emil’s leg, to his knee. You push there weakly, trying to haul yourself up. A hopeful-sounding laugh breaks through his sobs when you nearly get propped to your elbow. He raises the leg you’re braced against, trying to get you closer, but his foot kicks into your wound and you collapse onto your side with a pitiful cry. Spayed across the grass there are your blood and guts. If there was anything left in your cleaved stomach, you might have thrown up at the sight.

“No no no no, I’m sorry—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too,” Emil cries, screams. “Ada! Ada help them!!” You didn’t even hear her approaching. Everything is fading in and out, you’re yo-yoed in and out of a dark tunnel. There’s a humming sound, a whine in the dirt, after a few seconds you realize it’s yourself moaning in dying pain.

“I’m sorry, It’s too late, Emil. We need to go,” you barely make out what she says.

“No, Ada—” Emil is sobbing, barely able to step over you for his hyperventilating.

“We’ll see them back at the manor, I promise. All will be well,” she coos. Her hand pats you twice before everything seeps into black, with a gentleness you hope means your mistakes are forgiven.

Andrew Kreiss

The window lingers above you, the sky beyond it, all of it an abstract frenzy of shaking movement. Alva’s electric-charged face emerges from the window frame, looking down at you with a pitying frown for a few long moments. Andrew’s face appears then, cutting off him and everything bright above, and dragging you very suddenly down into warm darkness.

“H…hey. Hey, do you hear me?” he asks, voice strained with held-back tears. It’s too dark to make out anything but the tunnel’s exit, but you feel Andrew’s gloved hands carefully touching your throbbing skull, getting caught in your blood-soaked hair. “God, that’s…it’s bad. That…fucking bastard.”

You recover from your stun enough to piece together what had just happened. Alva was chasing you up the Hullabaloo tent stairs, and landed a shock of polarity right as you vaulted the upstairs window. It had stunned you, and instead of dropping back to the floor, you fell uncontrolled to the cobblestone below. And you’d landed right on your head.

“It was…accident,” you slur, trying to give some comfort. Alva leaving you two be now was testament to that, you muse.

“I don’t care if it was an accident!” Andrew shouts. “Your…your head is wide open. I think…I think this is….” Andrew drifts off, tracing his fingers around one aching spot on the back of your head. You lose his sense of touch in a particular area, but don’t understand what that means, exactly. Your face feels a little stiff where the blood is beginning to dry. “I can’t fix this.” The pain grows more and more unbearable as he talks.

“Don’t go,” you whimper, before you can stop yourself. You try to lift your arms at all, to grab onto him, but they’re dead and twitchy at your sides.

“I’m not! I’m not going anywhere, you idiot,” Andrew says. His words are followed by a snotty-sounding sniffle, and a bone-crushing hug as he spoons you in the dark, claustrophobic tunnel. The match continues above, producing a myriad of fading sounds. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry….”

Andrew speaks right into your ear, but his voice slips into the far-off distance.

Luchino Diruse

Luchino’s hand is gripping your throat, but neither of you are having any fun with it this time.

Hot blood—your blood—seeps between his clawed fingers no matter how much he tries to stifle it. He’s trying his best, he really is, but crushing your windpipe in the process would hardly help, would it?

“I’m going to patch you up, just hang on,” he says while hanging over you. His voice wavers. Beads of sweat roll down his face. Grimness lines his sharp features, not due just to the mangled state of your jugulars, but to the fact that his alternate-self’s teeth had been the ones to rip them out.

Even in your bloodless haze you can guess what’s going through his mind. Luchino is proud of his research, mostly proud of his physical changes, and quite friendly with the “evil reptilian.” So why did this happen to you? Everyone knew a predator drive came with his evolution. No one knew that meant so little self-control that he’d ravage his own lover…and then, worse, leave you there.

“Lu—!” You try to call his name, but the shredded muscles of your throat spasm and cramp. Blood chokes and bubbles behind your lips, runs from the corner of your mouth.

“Stop—stop talking,” he snaps in a whisper. “Conserve your oxygen.” But that’s already long-gone, you think. The sky overhead is a whirlpool, the ground beneath you swimming.

You reach up with a shaking hand and cup his scaled cheekbone, drawing his eyes away from some gauze he’d produced. (You both knew they wouldn’t help, but Luchino never did dismiss the impossible.)

“Sss…’kay,” you manage to croak out. He didn’t do this. He couldn’t have stopped this. You need him to know that before you vanish for a while. His face crumples up with displeasure…and then starts to slacken. His hands loosen too and the blood flows freely. The corners of your vision grow fuzzy as Luchino leans down and gives you a soft kiss.

“We’ll talk about this more later. I’ll see you tomorrow, dear,” he says, voice ushering you to sleep.

[sunflower1experiment]

If the request is still open, can you do idv male characters body swap with female reader?

“Alright, go left! We’ll take it from here!” Naib runs alongside [Name] who slides to the wall and rolls some plants creating a grass field for Ann, the hunter looks around as if to be distracted then she aims her cats at her.

[Name] backs away to dodge but Kurt yells for her, “Watch out!” She hums then yells as Naib rams into her body. They both fall, then her eyes slowly open.

“Strange…I don’t quite feel any pain?”

She then hears her own voice, “Yea that’s because I weigh a lot and eat….lots…” They both stare and then [Name] yells. “WHY ARE YOU ME!?”

“Why- You’re me!!” Naib’s claws hold [Name]’s face while Naib makes her hold his own face.

“Oh my gosh this is worst then when Yidhra cursed the manor!” Naib says while [Name] admires the outfit. “Dang Man in Red looks good.”

“[Name] he’s a cultist!” Kurt says while Ada shakes her head at the two, “Surely you two can switch back.” Mike hums as he juggles his items in a circle, “Nope. Unless Ann uses the cat but she’s just as confused.”

Ann was busy trying to comprehend what caused such outbursts. “Hmm…I’m not too sure, maybe if I just…”

Ann lets her cats out and then reins them in, [Name] walks with Naib. Who then held her hand watches the cats surrounding them and then they moved?

“Sorry um- elbow pads.” Right, [Name] didn’t know how to shut them down. Naib sighs in her body as they both tumble down and face plant into the ground, luckily the cats ran over and repeated the process. As they begin to return to their bodies, Naib chuckles at how silly this whole predicament was. “Lets hope that never happens again yea?”

It sadly did happen, because Mike was screaming bloody murder while [Name] was angry. “Again! How- HOW! Ann come on!”

Ann backs up and leaves, “Well I’ve done all I could!”

“ANN I CANNOT BE SOME LITTLE GOLDEN BOY! COME BACK!” [Name] aka Mike chases Ann while she leaves the scene, Ada now watching this situation evolve starts drinking tea with Kurt. “Mhm. Enjoy the chaos…I wonder how Emil is doing?”

“Probably way better than us.” Kurt chuckles and she nods, “I hope…[Name] don’t flip with him!”

Mike watches as [Name] flips around with his body, his anxious screams fill the area while they fight. “My body!”

“Gimmie mine first!”

“Stop flipping with it!” They both pin each other, suddenly a bright light beams from Mike and [Name]

She opens her eyes again, pausing as she recognizes her own hands. “Oh snap its me! Yay! Wait- how?”

Ada wiggles her whistle. “I’m also a witch too, just got this beautiful outfit to compliment it.”

“…..Ada I won’t lie, your husband shouldn’t wear shorts with that outfit.” [Name] puts their hands up while Ada agrees but fake’s a dramatic gasp. The girls giggle and then walk away while Mike shudders, “That woman can study plants all she wants! But she’s not innocent…ugh…who thinks like that!?”

[Name] gives him a mischievous grin, “Heheh….No one will believe you.”

[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!

[oletus-writer]

Identity V Survivor Masterlist

Ada Mesmer

Polyamorous AdaEmil headcanons

Nsfw alphabet

Aesop Carl

Insecure reader

Nsfw alphabet

Andrew Kreiss

Sick reader

Cinnamon roll reader

Nsfw headcanons

Nsfw alphabet

Eli Clark

Short reader who would beat you in a fight

Emil Mesmer

Polyamorous AdaEmil headcanons

Frederick Kreiburg

Sick reader + being sick

Nsfw headcanons with small reader

Luca Balsa

Sick reader

General relationship headcanons (+ nsfw)

Reader with hunter/survivor counterpart

Power bottom Luca

Nsfw alphabet

Short reader

Luchino Diruse

Reader interested in field of study

Melly Plinius

Reader interested in field of study

Cuddle headcanons

Naib Subedar

Cinnamon roll reader

Reader who is as dangerous as them

Norton Campbell

Dollmaker reader

Feminine male reader

Cinnamon roll reader

Nsfw alphabet

Orpheus

Nsfw alphabet

[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.

[aesopcatt]

Idv Characters I Write For

Emily Dyer  Emma Woods Naib Subedar Martha Behamfil Tracy Reznik Fiona Gilman Vera Nair Kevin Ayuso Margaretha (Margie) Zelle Eli Clark Aesop Carl Norton Campbell Patricia Dorval Mike Morton Jose Baden Demi Bourbon Victor Grantz  Andrew Kreiss Luca Balsa Melly Plinius Edgar Valden  Ganji Gupta  Anne Lester Emil Ada Mesmer Orpheus Joker (Weepy) Luchino Diruse Qi Shiyi Frederick Kreiburg Alice DeRoss Lilly Barriere (Platonic) Matthias Czernin Florian Brand Violetta  Michiko (platonic) Wu Chang Joseph Desaulniers Mary Antonio Galatea Claude Grace Alva Lorenz Ithaqua Sangria Fools Gold Lady Truth Mr. Inference Siegfried Melodis (Noir) White Gatto Desire Melodis (D.M) Necromancer Narcissus Lady Bella Kroto Ronald Of Nice Paranormal Detective Lockheart Sway Tuberose Datura Rosemary Phantom Sail

I write ships and x reader

I also write for other skins for characters

I write Ada and Emil together and separate 

I write for any ship that isn’t a pro-ship!!!!

[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.

[magknightidv]

I NEED TO STOP DISAPPEARING ISTG

Um any Idv characters x reader ideas, even if its just little prompts..

Characters I'd mainly like to write for even just a little (to ease myself back into writing) is:

Norton Campbell (literally my fav)

Fools Gold (ik hes norton but yk same applies)

Ithaqua

Sangria (MOTHER 😍)

Emil Mesmer

Ada Mesmer (they can be separate or together)

Orpheus (not the bird though, sorry not in the right headspace for him)

And lucky guy (i think hes silly :])

[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.

[inferencesarchives]

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ー I DON'T WRITE ROMANTIC FOR:

IDENTITY V: bonbon, joker, the will brothers, burke, leo beck, kreacher pierson, bane, hastur, michiko, emil, ada mesmer, violetta

DANGANRONPA: himiko yumeno, hiyoko saionji, chihiro fujisaki, any ultra despair girls or dr3 anime characters

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Poly Potential (IDV x Reader)

These are just my personal musings on some potential x reader polyships with the IDV characters. Some characters, in my opinion, would be okay with it only in specific dynamics.

(I’m fine with writing poly that goes against these HCs and, as an extra note, Ada and Emil have a ridiculously unhealthy relationship so I’m 100% good to do xreader stuff where they’re not together.) I’ll likely remake this later, when I’m familiar with more characters.

Using Luchino's header bc I havent had a chance to yet

Characters who I think are poly themselves:

Luchino (Hunter&Survivor)

I think this one is pretty self-explanatory. Most reptiles aren’t monogamous, and Luchino has other things to concern himself with than being his partner’s only source of affection and vice versa. He doesn’t really care who else you spend your time with and expects the same courtesy in return. As long as you respect the plans you make together, there’s no issue.

Fiona

I’m not sure about the extent of her eldritch worship, but I think her focus on that makes her a more open to atypical relationship dynamics and a less open to hard legal commitments like marriage. Poly works out well for that particular combo.

Patricia

She just strikes me that way? She yearns for a sense of belonging, and having multiple lovers means multiple “homes” for her heart. She’s a bit picky about her partners, though.

Some situational poly opportunities:

Norton x Naib x Reader Triad

Norton and Naib get one another on a level they don’t even have to voice. They’re kinda in their own little bubble away from reality and, while I think they’d both be okay sharing the other with a 3rd party, they’d both strongly prefer to like the same person. That way you would also be in their bubble rather than one of them stepping out. This triad would work best if you’re more laid back. Norton has to step away when his personality swings, and Naib does his own thing behind the scenes, so there will be times when neither can hang around. Don’t let that make you doubt their love, though.

Wu Chang x Reader…Triad?

This one is pretty depressing because I think Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu were lovers before, but they can’t have direct contact anymore. That said, they are aware of one another’ presence and have implicit trust in one another. So if one of them fell for you, there’s a very good chance the other would fall for you too, and they have no issues sharing. It’s both sweet and sad because you’d be important to them both as a lover, and as a messenger for them to speak again.

Luca x Reader x Victor

This one’s pretty straightforward, I think. They have a good rapport with one another, and are generous about sharing. They’re also both pretty straightforward communicators—though Victor may take a bit longer to address things—so any jealousy issues can be easily resolved. There’s room for this to be a triad, as well.

Reader x Emil x Ada

This set up would be very difficult to get into, and more than a tad hostile. Emil loves Ada, and he very much could love another, but Ada is possessive and controlling. This would only work if you had an established friendship with Ada before you met Emil, AND if you were susceptible to her manipulation. This is the only way she trusts you enough to let you around Emil—she knows you’ll accept her guidelines for not interfering with their ‘treatment progress’—and then Emil develops feelings quickly because you already have a rapport with Ada and you must be as nice as she is. This could potentially be a triad, but it somehow gets even more unhealthy that way as Ada’s laser-focus for Emil would leave you to be neglected by her a lot.

Joker x Reader x Margaretha

Under normal circumstances, I don’t think either of these two are willing to share a partner. But since they both still have feelings for one another on some level, they can understand why you would too. there’s potential for this to become a triad as well, if you’re a good enough wingman and can convince Margaretha to stop burying her feelings so much.

Edgar x Reader x Frederick

Under normal circumstances they’d both prefer you be exclusive with them, but there’s a unique exception when it comes to each other. They both think their respective art mediums are superior to others, and strive to reach perfection in their work. While they don’t share appreciation for the same art form, they respect one another’s discernment and tenacity. And, clearly, you have wonderful taste to have picked them both out. This set of relationships works in the long-run too, as Frederick is concerned with appearances, reputation, and family names, so he would want to marry. Edgar doesn’t care nearly as much about such things, and is content to be in your life without a ring and a vow involved.

Kevin x Reader x Emily, Fiona, or Patricia

It’s a bit of a mixed bag here, as I think each of the three ladies have different likelihoods of engaging in poly relationships, but Kevin is the more important element here. He would be okay with having a poly partner, but only if the other partner(s) was a woman. He’s too competitive with other men, and it would turn toxic if left to fester. Additionally, one of these three women would be best because he’d feel weird if your other partner was too much younger than him.

Characters who would never, under ANY circumstances, be okay with you having more partners:

Ithaqua

He. Does not. Share. This guy is as close as it gets to yandere that I’m willing to write, and he really toes the line.

Freddy

Let’s be honest, he’s just a bad person. He’s possessive and will do anything to keep you all to himself. If you’re very charismatic (or very gullible) he might be convinced long enough for you to get another partner…but then get toxic. He will go out of his way sabotage your other partner(s) just like he did Leo. And he WILL do his best to make it look like everyone but him is the issue to convince you to give up polyamory forever.

Andrew

You could convince him to let you have another partner, but it would doom your relationship. Andrew’s insecurities would eventually get the best of him, and he would break up with you, unable to take seeing you with someone “better” while he gets “strung along like a fool.”

Anne

She’s too untrusting of people now. Loving one person enough to overcome the betrayals she’s suffered is already remarkable for her, but loving more than one, or loving someone who has other lovers that might be scheming behind her back is too large of a trauma-based roadblock for her to overcome.

[sunflower1experiment]

Can you do idv characters react reader wearing an inappropriate costume? (the revealing and sexy kind)

I got this idea when I saw one of your post about reader having a simp attack when they or she saw Wu Chang costume

I added my own twist to it.

“Woah…” Luchino holds his bride by the hand, you as the bride blush and let him spin you around. “Such a beauty! Our world of relaxation and steam shall be flowing, brimming, glorious.”

You were wearing a comfortable robe like Margaretha with a touch of white and sandals, at some point you and her would be relaxing in the sauna hot tub with pure bliss. Luchino was holding up a glass of wine, then he chuckles when Kevin bows his hat respectfully. “A good fellow you are. Care to join my bride?”

You wave for them to join, noting a couple others following. Ada, Emil, Grace, Michiko, Patrica and even the wheel brothers. They all enjoy the sauna and hot beautiful steam, the nymphs gathering around to exfoliate themselves in the water, meanwhile you rest along Luchino’s chest.

A nice way to relax and pertain a comfortable environment, soon you would enjoy a meal with the girls. Warning everyone to avoid indulging on account to not wanting them to pass out, else it’d be unhealthy. Luchino advises otherwise depending on how others wished to spend their time in this beautiful place of bliss. Even so, the two of you manage to pertain such a balance of power amongst the survivors and hunters.

Phillipe bows respectfully with his sister, holding your hand to give it a gentle kiss. “Thank you.” He mutters softly, and you nod allowing the allure to flow between everyone.

Margaretha sighs while she lays on her bed comfortably, “This is the life of luxury I seek.”

“Indeed, my husband blesses us with such joy, and bliss…ah, I’ll cherish this moment forevermore..”

Grace traces along Luchino’s hand, adoringly with her soft eyes. Michiko dances with the wheel brothers and Patrica, the two sway and dip before they bow down. Ada and Emil enjoy the warmth while they lay together, Kevin later on holds Patrica to enjoy her company.

It was so easy to forget how this essences was merely what they all desired, an escape from their pasts, all troubled and unforgiving….

So they indulged and enjoyed this the best they could.

[houdinicorbini]

✧ Masterlist ✧

Identity V:

"Late night thoughts" Alva Lorenz x Anxious/paranoid! Reader

"Before party anxieties" Joseph x Anxious! Reader

Ada&Emil x Reader poly headcanons

Joseph Desaulnier relationship headcanons

Leo Beck/Hell Ember headcanons (request)

Protective! Naib x Reader (Request)

Aesop Carl x Reader Birthday headcanons

Victor Grantz Headcanons

Aesop Carl headcanons

"Comforting Silence" Aesop Carl x Reader

The Arcana: MC bringing breakfast to the main 6 in bed

Asra x Sick! Reader

Julian relationship/fluff headcanons

Muriel relationshio/fluff headcanons

"Don't go" Muriel x Reader

Final fantasy XV:

Ardyn date headcanons

Ardyn/Ravus/Gladio x Clingy! Reader headcanons (request)

"Five more minutes" Sleepy! Ardyn x Reader (Request)

"Late night drive" Ardyn

(Another one I can't think of a title for) Ardyn x Autistic! Reader (Request)

"A pleasant surprise" Ardyn x Reader (Request)

Pursuing Ardyn headcanons (Request)

Calming Ardyn down headcanons

(Still can't think of a title for this one) Ardyn x Reader who faints a lot (Request)

"In silence" Ardyn x Phonophobic! Reader

"Hidden Jealousy" Ardyn x Insecure! Reader (Request)

Ardyn x Reader Birthday headcanons+scenario

"Childhood crush" Ravus x Reader (Request)

"A new life" Ardyn x Pregnant! Reader (Request) Ardyn x Kind! Reader headcanons (Request)

"Only a nightmare" Ardyn x Reader (Request)

Overprotective! Ardyn x Reader headcanons/scenario (Request)

Ardyn x Sick! Reader headcanons (Request)

"An unexpected raincheck" Ardyn x Reader

"Falling asleep at the desk" Ardyn x Reader

Ardyn general headcanons

Ardyn relationship headcanons

FNAF Security Breach: "A fixer upper" Monty x Female! Nightguard! Reader (Request)

Sun&Moon relationship headcanons

Chica relationship headcanons

Some of my au headcanons for Monty

Monty Gator x Reader headcanons

NiGHTs into dreams/Balan Wonderworld: (Can't think of title) Dragon! Lance x Royalty! Reader

Lance relationship headcanons

Reala (Romance?) headcanons

NiGHTs headcanons (Request)

Pre rebellion NiGHTs headcanons (Request)

Other:

Madhouse Mike relationship headcanons

Goliath x Female! Human! Reader family headcanons

Nuclear throne Chicken headcanons

Portgas D Ace x BPD! Reader

"Nothing special" Guzma x Reader (Request)

Guzma relationship headcanons

"Movie date" Douxie x Reader

Douxie relationship headcanons