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rosemaze-reveries · 2 months

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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.

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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.

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turbulentscrawl · 6 months

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Heyy! Could you write a most-to-least compatible with a clingy!reader with the survivors maybe?

I love your works and find myself rereading them a lot, they're really stellar!! •v•

Thank you, I'm glad you like my work!! (I added Ithaqua, I couldn't resist)

Emma wants to be with you all hours of the day, craves it. She wants to never be alone again. If you want the same, then it’s nothing short of a match made in heaven, right?

(Bonus) Ithaqua is not #1 only because he doesn’t like if you get desperate about him having to leave for matches. Like, first of all, he doesn’t get a say and there’s nothing he can do. Second of all, he enjoys terrorizing the little survivors. This is his Me-Time. Any other time he adores having you wrapped around his finger—and a little separation pouting is endearing, but any more than that and he gets frustrated.

Eli is incredibly patient. He loves your company and doesn’t mind a shadow most of the time. But as he’s somewhat of a figurehead and confidant in the manor, he will sometimes need private time with other inhabitants. It’s for their privacy, you see, surely you understand. Otherwise, he doesn’t mind you sticking by his side!

Andrew won’t ever say it, but you liking his company so much sooths a lot of his soul-aches and worries. He does like some occasional quiet time, but otherwise he likes that you would choose time with him over time alone.

Antonio loves his darling’s company…but he also knows it’s important to give his friends some quality time too. (And he has a good amount of friends, despite fate’s intentions.) It’s only fair, right? Surely you can wait a bit. He’ll find you again later to share a bottle of wine.

Ganji similarly likes a good amount of time with his partner…but he’s also quite used to being alone and gets irritable when he doesn’t get any decompression time alone. Make sure he gets like five hours to do his own thing, and he’ll be alright the rest of the time.

Melly doesn’t know what to do with you most of the time. It’s not that she dislikes having you around, but rather she feels awkward. Is she…supposed to be doing something with you? Is she expected to entertain you? She’ll deal with this better after some reassurance and comfort, but otherwise struggles with subconscious expectations about her duties as a partner.

Emily can appreciate clinginess from a medical standpoint. You’ve got some abandonment wounds, yes? You’re afraid of being left behind. She will do her best to accommodate you, but unfortunately she has to work the infirmary most nights and you can’t just loiter in there. Respect her work hours and she’ll make it work the rest of the time.

Orpheus is busy with his own things a good chunk of the time, but as long as it’s not anything private he doesn’t mind sharing space with you. You can even sit on his lap while he’s busy writing…just don’t distract him with inane chatter. And when he says he’s busy, respect that.

Norton avoids you for your own good, alright? Don’t make this difficult. He’s not answering any questions about the hows and the whys, and begging will get you nowhere. When he’s able to have you around, rest assured he’ll be around. He wants to be around you. But whenever he leaves you be, it’s because you’re safer that way.

Luchino also has work. Even in the manor, he’s not giving up on his research, his life’s work. It’s better if you let him come to you. Make plans with him; he’ll never be late, never forget you. But he has work and even as his s/o you can’t be allowed to distract him.

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otakusparkle · 1 month

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Don't forget to login in-game to claim 10x Memory Sphere from April 11!

#idv #identity v #idv announcement #idv mercenary #naib subedar #idv seer #eli clark #idv prospector #norton campbell #idv embalmer #aesop carl #idv composer #fredrick kreiburg #idv doctor #emily dyer #idv soul weaver #idv violetta #idv x reader

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oletusfragments · 1 year

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— MY LOVE, WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?; YOUR LOVE, IT DISAPPEARED.

⋄ When you die at the manor game

▭ char. x reader ▫ gender neutral ▫ angst ▫ not proofread ▭

Characters: Emily Dyer, Naib Subedar, Orpheus

[ Warning: Violent content, mentions of death ]

— EMILY DYER

This place reeks of danger. You already sensed it the moment you saw how notorious the manor looked. But this location of the 'game' felt even worse.

The fog covers the distance around you and the doctor. Everything was filled with eerie silence. Perhaps there's nothing here other than you and the other participants. Maybe you're just overreacting it because the surroundings felt so menacing.

You and Emily are currently outside the factory walking to the spot where the lawyer claimed that he heard something.

That guy can't be trusted. No one here is. Well, except your lover of course. Emily still has secrets kept from you. But you dismiss it and hoped that one day, she'll tell you.

Freddy Riley and Emily was supposed to have a private conversation. The lawyer had shoo'd you away like you're some fly. But you didn't want to leave the doctor's side and she didn't want you either. She was especially irritated by how Freddy treated you and demanded to let you join in their meeting.

He was visibly annoyed with it but agreed anyway. Apparently, he wanted to be allies. Although after the display of attitude he gave earlier, both of you were quite skeptical about the offer. Nonetheless, your lover thought it would be beneficial and the lawyer offered reasonable excuse to do so and even apologized. You do ponder if it's sincere.

"There's nothing here..." You huff. Going outside was a waste of time. There was nothing here and it was utterly quiet.

Your girlfriend sighs. Emily is very practical, you know. You also can tell that she's holding back her impatience towards the lawyer. But she knows that it would only pose even more problems and held herself back.

"...Let's just go ba—" She was cut off by her own scream. A sudden bulky figure appeared out of nowhere and you both trip to the ground to avoid getting tackled by it. Your arm was in front of Emily's figure in an instant.

You observe what had attacked the two of you and saw a corpse-like monster staring at you with anger that could match the fires of hell.

Major parts of it's blue skin were filled with burn marks. It's face is was covered in bandages with only half of his face and his other eye peeking out. It was wearing a ragged uniform of a factory worker. But the most concerning part of it's appearance was that it was carrying a sickle made out of jaw bones. A few teeth is still intact on it.

The moment you try to pick yourselves up to run—it also latches itself towards you before any of you could react quickly to dodge.

At that second, you did what you could only do.

Your agonizing screams fills Arms Factory as the pointed end of the sickle comes in contact with your back. The monster grunts and pulls you back using the weapon. Your tears were shedding from your eyes as fast as the blood that pours out from your wound.

Through the blur, you try to catch a glimpse of your lover. You had pushed back Emily to save her instead.

She was trembling on the ground. Petrified at the sight of you slowly getting killed. When you made eye contact with her, only did she regained her ability to move. She stood up frantically and reached out to you, hoping to save you too.

"No! Please, just go! Go!" You yell.

The doctor retracted her hand and only stared at you in horror. "No..no! Don't say that! I don't—I don't want to leave you!" She sobs, clutching her heart.

You can already feel yourself growing numb. And you fell to the ground. Only to be picked up again by the creature. It withdraws it's sickle to the air, planning to strike you once more.

But before that, you let out your last words to your lover—one last eye contact before you never open your eyes again.

"Emily, I love you. Please, go. For me...?" The last part of your sentence ends in a whisper as the bone weapon comes in contact with your body once more.

But Emily only fell to her knees, releasing loud cries and sobs. She desperately calls your name only to never hear your voice and she cries louder.

The figure, after making sure you were dead, moves on with the pitiful woman.

But the doctor doesn't run away. She sniffs and looks up to the monster walking towards her with a bloodied weapon.

She closes her eyes as the sickle rise above her head.

Emily doesn't care if the gates of heaven doesn't accept her after death for the selfish sins she committed. She only wants to see you again.

— NAIB SUBEDAR

The sirens could be heard across the whole forest as you and Naib rush to the gates. All ciphers that was meant to be decoded has been completed and the exit gates are finally unlocked. You could feel hope growing in your whole body as it motivates you to run faster.

You and Naib were running hand in hand. Despite fatigue taking over your aching bodies, your desire for survival fuels the both of you to keep running.

When all of you were first introduced to the game, you thought it would be easy enough with only the environment posing as the only problem. That was until a hook missed you by an inch and destroyed the tree beside you instead. Thanks to Naib's fast reflexes, he managed to drag you away before you could get grabbed.

The two of you focused your eyes on the source and saw a pair of big glowing eyes staring back at the two of you. The faint glow of the moonlight that passed by the gaps of the tree leaves illuminate it's silhouette and you can make up the huge antlers and the shape of a deer head.

Your optimism made you want to think that it's only a regular deer. But it pulled back it's hook and charged towards you.

That is why you and the mercenary are running this fast across the forest. Bear traps are everywhere and you can't count how many times you were almost caught in one.

Finally reaching one of the gates. You noticed that it's already open. William is waving excitedly at the sight of the both of you safe. He waited for you guys, how nice. Perhaps it's no surprise that Naib spared him.

You guys could finally get out of this terror.

Apparently you were a few steps away from escape to say that.

When you crossed the gate doors, you were suddenly pulled back. The hook clamps around your waist tightly that it feels like it's crushing your organs, resulted to you crying from pain—and fear.

Your lover couldn't grab you in time and the last words you heard were the frantic shouting of your name, the last sight you see is Naib chasing after you and the deer beast's weapon crashing down on your head.

It all happened too fast. Before Naib could even go back to save you, the exit gates has unexpectedly closed.

He bangs on the metal doors alone. He hits it numerous times and attempts to pry the door open from it's narrow gap. He tries even if his fist and fingers were bleeding. William has already ran away from fear. The mercenary is left alone with no one to ask for help.

He yells your name, asks if you're okay and panics harder when there's no response.

Naib kicks the doors, punches it, use any object around him for it to open. He could do all that but he couldn't save you. And that is something he still refuses to accept.

— ORPHEUS

It was only a moment before those beings catch up with all of you.

Previously, you, Orpheus, and a little girl were running and avoiding the creatures who chased you guys relentlessly on sight. They attempt to grab you like they are demons wanting to drag you down to hell with them.

The three of you run and run with no precise destination. Only with the plan to stay safe and be away from those creatures.

You glance back to see if they are still chasing you and see that they are no more.

"Orpheus, they're gone!" You exclaim.

Although this is probably a momentarily relief, you are still grateful that you managed to escape from them.

But you became confused when Orpheus halted running and hectically gets away from you, taking the little girl with him.

You halt running as you stare at them in perplexity.

Orpheus looks around the area, panicked. Once you take a step towards them, they look at you with terror in their eyes.

"Guys, what's wrong?" You ask them.

But instead of answering your question, they took off running—leaving you behind.

You hurriedly catched up to them, even more confused than before. You looked around once more to see if those creatures were following you again but none of them is spotted. So what made them run away?

You admit, you were hurt that Orpheus would just leave you behind like that. He's your lover after all. Who wouldn't be hurt if their beloved would just leave them like that?

You call out to Orpheus while trying to catch up with them. But they ignore you and kept running.

Eventually, you managed to corner them. Finally, you can ask them what's wrong.

"Honey, Orpheus. What's wrong? Is there something out there that I'm not seeing? And why did you leave me?"

He only backs up closer to the wall of the small building you cornered them to. His arms wrapped around the little girl to shield her—from you.

Your confusion becomes concern. Why are they acting like this. As if you're the danger?

You could notice how tense your lover looked. His jaws are clenched and so is his fists. His eyes were mad. But the novelist was glaring at no one but you. Yet you can't think of anything that he could be mad about.

Before you can ask again, a force hits you and knocks you to the ground.

You cup your now bruised left cheek and blood drips from the corner of your mouth. Looking up, you find that it was none other than Orpheus that hit you.

He cuts off your question once more with another punch. He straddles you and punches you repeatedly. It feels like he was using a rock to split your skull open.

You call out to him but he is too deep into the adrenaline to hear you. The cries of his name fall to deaf ears. Your face and body becomes littered with bruises and black eyes. You attempt to grab or block Orpheus' arms to stop him instead but he was too strong—too determined to kill you. And that terrified you. You would have never thought that it'd be your lover that would kill you.

That's not what you want. So, you kept trying. Even though your body can't handle moving anymore, even if your throat can't yell anymore, you try because you don't want to die like this.

But it doesn't matter how much effort you put. Death will always be the one to decide in the end.

You call the novelist's name one last time—barely above a whisper by how weak you are already. And then, with the face of your lover full of hatred staring back at you being the last sight you see, your body goes completely limp and your eyes close for eternity.

When Orpheus noticed the lack of movement, he stopped. Panting and reliving his victory against a monster. But when he blinked, he was horrified to see that it was your bloody and beat-up image that came to view.

He swore it was a beast! It was what he saw—what he killed, not you!

Orpheus stares at your corpse petrified from shock. And soon after, he lets out a bloodcurdling scream.

He sobs and heaves at the realization that the blood on his hands was not the blood of a monster, but the blood of his lover.

The novelist's worse nightmare came true by the hands of none other than himself.

[ This is my first time writing something like this so it might not be that good. I felt like writing angst, so I did. Idk if I did a great job though. Still, I hope you enjoyed reading it! ]

#identity v imagines #identity v x reader #idv imagines #idv x reader #emily dyer x reader #naib subedar x reader #oprheus x reader

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avinwrites · 1 year

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IDV Ladies and their Love Languages ♡

Alice DeRoss

Alice’s love language is quality time. Time is something she doesn’t have much, and a lot of the time in her life is unpleasant. When she is able to be around someone and not have to worry about work, her past, or anything else but enjoying the time she’s given, she is more than happy.

-Her favorite things to do include: working on projects with you, sitting and either brushing your hair or having you brush her hair, and listening to music or you talking to her about an interesting subject

-In the manor, the most common place to find her is the Library. No one would be surprised if she eventually ends up reading every book organized on those towering shelves.

-To do something nice for her, offer to let her pick out a few books and read them to her. Sometimes, she gets tired and a little confused, a trait carried through from her childhood, and loves listening to you read so she doesn’t fight with the words on the page.

-However, when she’s feeling good and has plenty of energy, she’s just as happy to read to you, if you wish.

Anne Lester

Anne’s love language is acts of service. When she was younger, she thrived off of words of affirmation, but after being neglected, betrayed, and heartbroken, she’s learned that she can’t take loosely thrown words to heart. When one shows their affections for her, however, she’s all the more likely and happy to reciprocate. While she does thrive off of the praises of others, it means so much more to her if one can both say and show what she means to them. Once she trusts someone, she’s willing to do almost anything.

-What you can do for her to make her feel loved: After a match, ensure she’s ok and take care when patching her up. Show interest in her toys! She would be ecstatic if you asked to make one with her! You two would come up with the cutest idea, maybe two wooden dolls that come together in an embrace when pushed in such a way. No matter what, even if you messed up, she’d be enamored with you.

Demi Bourbon

Physical Touch! No way around it. It’s both how she feels the most loved, and how she shows her affection for others. She’s very outgoing and bright and, though she has a strong temperament, she isn’t quick to anger. Instead, she’s boisterous and hearty, dragging people around, giving them a solid hand to the back, or squishing their face with both her hands whenever she’s excited or happy, which is most days.

-Demi is always happy to have you drag her away to cuddle

-she loves attention from you

-if you were completely fine with public displays of affection, she’d squeeze you as tight as possible then and there, wherever you are.

-but, she’s also fine with being all over you behind closed doors.

-When in matches and you happen to be near each other

-she’ll always kiss you, hug you, or hold your hand

-or if you’re containing the hunter and she passes by you to hand you a drink, her hand will linger as long as possible

-as if to say “come on, you got this.” or “I believe in you.”

Emily Dyer

Word of affirmation is Emily’s love language. She’s very sweet and always tries to see the best in others first. She can be a coward sometimes, and there are certain things that are uncomfortable to her, but when someone says they’re proud of her, or tells her that it's ok to be afraid, and reminds her that she is loved, the world seems like the perfect place to her.

-Emily has a bad habit of getting down on herself and accidentally affecting others with her attitude. She believes that she’s thrown her life away. As she gets older, and doesn’t have that stability she once longed for, her head becomes cloudy.

-She appreciates more than anything when you just take her hands in yours, gently brush your thumbs across the back of her hands and tell her everything’s going to be ok.

-Tell her that everything will work out, that she’s a hard worker and her ambition will pay off

-She’ll instantly perk up, and she’ll absolutely do something sweet for you in return

Emma Woods

Acts of service! Emma has both time and ability aplenty and wishes to put them to good use! If she feels as though she had made a mistake, she’s already making whoever she wronged a nice meal or is offering to take over one of their matches. She seeks out those who she’s bonded with in order to show them the fruits of her labor, whether it be an exuberant bouquet of flowers from her very own garden, or a foldable pop-up card she managed to figure out how to make herself.

-When it comes to being in a relationship with her, you two are practically never apart.

-If you’re still asleep by the time she wakes up, she’ll gently push open your door and waken you with the utmost tenderness and sincerity.

-Either that, or she’ll go ahead and eat breakfast, then bring yours up to you if you have still yet to wake.

-In matches, she prioritizes your health over anything else

-If you’re injured, she’ll forget decoding in order to heal you up

-You better bet she’s risking getting hit to dismantle the chair you’re about to be tied to if you’re caught by the hunter.

-And if she isn’t able to save you in time, or messed something up in a match, she’ll be ready to apologize with a big hug and a sweet treat!

Fiona Gilman

Fiona loves giving and receiving gifts! Despite the fact that she’s not materialistic, like at all, she loves knowing that something reminds someone of her. Her room is filled with trinkets and fun things that signify her relationships with other people. She’s easily attached, but smart about her relationships.

-It can get difficult for you, sometimes. Fiona will come back with a rock found on some map where she was playing.

- “Look,” she points excitedly, “This vein of blue reminded me so much of the time you and I…”

-“And these little specks of gold…”

-She’ll explain every meaning she found in this small rock, and you smile, grateful, for the gift.

-But then you have to go back to your room and find a place for it next to the 12 others.

-It's ok though, she’s just as happy when you do the same.

Helena Adams

Physical touch. How could it not be? Having lost her sight at a young age, she hasn’t been able to see much of the world, but she’s certainly been able to feel it. She loves to feel the curves, calluses, and crevices of one's hands, holding them intently not because she needs to be led, but because she wants to experience.

-After getting comfortable with you as a person. One night, she asked bashfully if she could take your face in her hands

-She spent an hour just running her smooth, small fingers over each minute detail of your features, as if memorizing how you look without even seeing you

-It became her favorite thing to do

-She loves everything that makes your face unique. The shape of your nose, where your forehead becomes your hairline, the shape of your lips, all of it.

-Even though by now she knows what you look like by heart, she still can’t help but putting her hands on your cheeks and peppering kisses over where she loves the most

-only in private, though

-But you can hold her hand any time you want

Margaretha Zelle

Quality time! She believes in choosing what to do with her own life, so choosing to spend time with someone equates to value, since she chose for herself what to do! Margaretha can be absent-minded at times, and is very grateful if someone reminds her to do something, or better yet, helps her out. Cleaning, cooking, playing in matches. It would lighten her load and make her oh so happy if someone were there with her.

-She often wishes that you could be in every match with her.

-She really appreciates it when you volunteer to take someone’s place just to be with her

-Sometimes that's a mistake, though

-If you happen to be near her at the beginning of the match, she place down a music box for speed, and instead of promptly decoding, she’ll grab your hand and pull you into a dance

-A few matches have gone wrong this way

-but that doesn’t stop her from spending time with you

Note: Sorry for not posting anything yesterday, I got home really late and almost immediately fell asleep. The second half of the women of idv will be posted tomorrow. I'll probably make 2 more posts like this after that, two for the men, and let me know if this subject for select hunters sounds appealing! Thank you all for your support! I love you <3

(also, this is not proof-read, I'll probably edit it tomorrow)

#idv #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #Alice DeRoss #Anne Lester #Demi bourbon #Emily Dyer #Emma Woods #fiona gilman #helena adams #margaretha zelle

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adiluv · 9 months

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❥ 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 + 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ꒰𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈꒱. ˚⊹꒷

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📨୧・꒰warnings꒱ none!

🍶୧・꒰adi moment꒱ based on this imagine! didn't have that much more to say for kurt and luchino i'm afraid, so maybe i'll make a full post for them another time? but yk i just had to add emily as my very first main, loml, and the character i almost s-badged ♡♡♡ hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི•̯́ ᴗ •̯̀꒱ྀི১

꒰💉꒱・Although one of the more sensible survivors, it does take Emily some time to realize that she even has a crush on you to begin with. After the... 'incident' at her clinic, it's safe to say that her circumstances weren't exactly steady enough for her to go around developing feelings—the overwhelming guilt and fear she'd been burdened with taking priority over such simple joys. While entrapment within the manor did allow her to regain some twisted sense of stability over her life, it still remained the last place she'd expected to find love... So she's very much shocked to find her face warming up after you'd thanked her for healing you mid-match.

꒰💉꒱・At first, she'll initially justify her reaction using the excuse of adrenaline—a justified reaction, considering her life is in constant danger during matches—though her reasoning doesn't exactly hold up when it continues to happen outside of matches. Usually, she hardly even thinks whenever she examines and dresses the various wounds that survivors ꒰and hunters, on rarer occasions꒱ enter the infirmary with, nor is a big deal if she has to tend to somebody that's gotten the unlucky cold or flu. Since that's the case, and she knows that it’s the case... Why is it that her hands seem to be slightly shakier any time she's tending to you?

꒰💉꒱・While her occupation does do wonders at giving her reasons to talk to you, being the only reliable doctor within the manor certainly does come with its fair share of disadvantages. If she's not due to participate in a match, then there's somebody stumbling over to her in need of assistance. If the ever growing queue of patients has finally been cleared, she finds herself called back into the waiting room for yet another of the Baron's twisted games. And in the miraculous cases where neither of those situations are true, she's simply far too exhausted to even entertain the thought of seeking you out.

꒰💉꒱・Unlike both Kurt and Luchino, I don't think that Emily would be totally inexperienced with dating—having had a lover or two before being forced to take up her new identity. She hardly has much of an advantage at this point, though, considering just how long its been since she's experienced any sort of romance. She's especially bad with flirting, no longer anywhere near as energetic as her younger self.

꒰💉꒱・Any hints of her feelings are incredibly subtle and easy to miss, leaving you in for quite the shock once her true intentions are revealed. What comes across to you as a friendly reminder to use the ointment she'd prescribed to you? Well, it was really just an excuse to talk to you. Her attentiveness to your well-being, along with the various supplements and vitamins that she recommends to keep you in tip-top shape? It's far more than she'd bother doing for most other survivors, by a long shot.

꒰💉꒱・She struggles a lot with her sense of guilt while crushing on you. Despite being aware of the many misdeeds of Oletus' other inhabitants, a part of her simply can't help but feel that she just doesn't deserve to have you reciprocate her feelings. As such, there are instances where she'd subconsciously sabotage herself, pushing you away in the hopes of destroying any chances of you liking her back. At the same time, however, the idea of making you uncomfortable in her presence is one she strongly dislikes—leading to a bizarre balancing act as she both pushes you away and pulls you towards her.

꒰💉꒱・For reasons mentioned in the previous headcanon, I don't see Emily as the type of person that would go out of her way to confess, though she would come clean about her growing affections for you if you decided to ask her about it. After all, it'd really only be counterintuitive for her to go and deny them if you've already started to suspect her—and she'll respect whatever decision you come to. Sure, receiving treatment might become a bit awkward if you decide to reject her, but the both of you ꒰seemingly꒱ have all the time in the world to move past it. She's not the type to hold such a thing against you, and she'd be absolutely honored if you decide to give her a chance.

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zellesmusicbox · 1 year

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How about head cannons on how Emma,Luca,Emily,and Mike would react to someone walking in on them changing?

These are always kinda funny to look at, and I imagine everyone is pretty respectful!!

Emma 🌿

She would probably immediately close the door after seeing you, and she would be apologizing nonstop afterwards..

Luca ⚡

Would cover his eyes, close the door, then guard it for you. He would probably bother you about locking it though..

Emily 💉

Same as Emma, yet she would immediately notice any injuries on your body and talk to you about it later.. she's a doctor, after all..

Mike 🤹‍♂️

Would probably slam his head into the wall trying to run out. He's a respectful guy, so he has his eyes closed the entire time..

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crystalstuff22 · 2 years

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Good day! You were taking requests so, may I request separate pocky game fluff headcanons of Naib, Andrew, and Emily from Identity V with a gender neutral s/o?

I don't know if you have a character limit so I hope you don't mind that I requested 3. Thank you!

𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭! (𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐌𝐆)

𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕.

𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 , 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐛

Eᴍɪʟʏ

When you introduced her to this Pocky Game so called , she wasn’t very interested.

But since you were begging none stop to try it AT LEAST one time together she finally gave in.

Poor woman (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

She is the doctor of the manor , one of the most busy people. And YOU are making her suffer when you gave her puppy dog eyes.

Doesn’t know what is doing,but she follows what you are doing.

She doesn’t really like the plain part, likes the chocolate one more!

Doesn’t really care for the game, she is just enjoying her snack, which always leads you winning when you reach the half but you leave her eat her half.

Give her a surprise kiss when both of you are racing and she will be confused and blushy. <33

Aɴᴅʀᴇᴡ

At first really nervous and scared to do it with you.

Not that he hates you of course! It’s just... You know , he overthinks a lot.

Leaves the chocolate side for you and he eats the without one. So you can be happy (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

But since you kinda feel bad for him, you give him the chocolate side sometimes. He appreciates it <33

But to the main part about the game. The race, who is gonna be the winner!

Secretly eats slower on purpose so you can win. Seeing you happy makes him happy too.

Give him a surprise kiss when you win and he will almost faint.

Asks more for pocky games.

You won’t be expecting him to kiss you since you do it most of the time. When he does , you are a blushing mess.

Nᴀɪʙ

He’s not the shy person like Andrew and Emily . No sir no.

He eats the chocolate side, even if you ask him most of the times if you can have the chocolate, he will cut you with a no.

EATS REALLY FAST. Doesn’t even care about the game rule: when someone reaches the middle part of the snack they win. Ｈｅｄｏｅｓｎ’ｔｃａｒｅ.

What he does that he eats really fast like it’s his last damn meal, reaches the end when your lips are and roughly kisses you. Kinda grossly ngl😭

Would smile proudly when he sees you shocked, confused or flustered.

You both don’t really play it , but Naib insist because he finds it funny. And the snack is pretty good too.

You’re his snack too, ahem kinda cringey but oh well..

Overall he doesn’t play by the rules because he thinks rules are boring.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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dentiststoothfairy · 8 months

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I hope it is okay to ask, since this is not really a request :o

But what do you think are some of the idv characters their type? Do they like a loud s/o, a more cool type, maybe the shy ones? You can pick which characters you like!

[ 🦷🎀 𝙾𝚘𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗! 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜 + 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚘.. 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜!]

Emily: I feel like her type would be maybe someone similar to her, but more extroverted? Someone fun, playful and a little loud but overall someone mature and sensible. Someone who can bring her out of her shell, but she can rely on when times get tough.

Freddy: Freddy wants a trophy wife in my opinion. He'd want a traditional house wife, someone he can brag about. We also know that he stole Martha from Leo so like.. Someone similar to her?

Kreacher: He wants a partner in crime. Someone he can have as a queen he can worship. (everyone should stay 40 ft away from him at all times.)

Emma: This girl just wants someone that won't leave her to be honest. She just wants to feel appreciated and wanted and heard. She's not picky, please- someone don't abandon her.

Servais: Probably wants someone to just relax with, drink a little wine and grow old with. He's tired and a little grumpy so he just wants to kick back.

Kurt: This man wants someone who he can live with. While Servais wants someone he can wind down with, Kurt wants to experience the thrill of being alive. Someone who will listen to his stories and someone who will adventure with him.

Naib: Naib is a.. Very interesting one. I don't think he's picky if you ask me. He probably didn't want to get attached in the first place so I think he'd prefer if his partner would be similar to him..? But I think it could be funny if his partner needed to be protected a ton, just for a mix of dynamic. I am a bit of a nortnaib shipper so. Do what you will.

Martha: Hmmm... She wants someone who she can feel a challenge with. Someone who drives her to always improve and one up. Someone who can test her boundaries and send her up. A real go-getter.

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nifreti-ii · 2 years

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Andrew Kreiss x Tattoo-Pierced Reader

Big scary reader treating Andrew right. I imagen the reader being about 6'3 since Andrew’s cannon height is about 6'1. (art by me)

We all can agree that around the time that Identity V takes place, being pierced and tattooed wasn’t commonplace.

So you could imagen everyone’s surprise when you waltzed in looking the way you did.

Ears decked out in silvery and gold metal, your lips, nose, and eyebrows adorned in similar colors.

What skin was visible underneath your clothing was covered in intricate sharp edges and symbols.

Symbols Andrew, without a doubt, thought were pagan.

I mean, the bible explicitly forbade it! Only a pagan, an awful person, would surely ever do that.

Right?

It was during a match that Andrew started to possibly reconsider that thought.

The Ripper had chaired everyone but you and Andrew.

The ciphers were done, the gates ready to be open.

Everything was going well. That was until the Ripper got the jump on Andrew and chaired him.

There sat Andrew, waiting to be sent back to the manor, expecting you to leave.

That was until he heard running.

To his surprise, he saw your lumbering figure rushing towards him, a look of worry plastered on your face.

You gently but swiftly untied him from the chair and immediately picked him up.

“What are you doing?! Put me down!” Andrew yelled out in shock, his pale skin making him redder than a rose.

You let out a hearty laugh, running to a gate.

When the both of you returned to the manor, you immediately took him to Emily.

You spent the whole time helping Emily asking Andrew if he was okay, apologizing if something hurt him, and saying how glad you were for being able to reach him in time.

Andrew was so shocked that all he could do was nod as you fussed over him.

Perhaps it was his poor eyesight, or maybe you were deceiving him. But you seemed genuinely worried about him.

Bloody hell! You even walked him back to his room!

Andrew felt so conflicted, so confused.

He spent his entire life being told that pagans were uncivil, savage creatures. Yet you were so gentle and kind to him.

His flustered face soon burned with rage. No, you weren’t a kind soul, you were just doing this to trick him.

It was no secret that Andrew was religious. This must be a ploy to deceive him into becoming your friend, Just to taunt him for believing anyone would befriend a monster.

In the morning, you came to his room, gently knocking, asking if he was awake.

Andrew had spent the whole night fuming, and hearing you arrive at his door made him explode.

Rushed steps could be heard as he slammed his door open and dragged you in.

“Y-you think this is funny!?” He yelled out, vessels popping through his skin.

You looked down at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Y-you’re tricking me! You’re only being k-kind to make a fool out of me!” His body shook as he stared up at your face.

You slowly approached Andrew, hurt and confusion plastered on your face. “Why would you think I would do that?”

Andrew sputtered, turning redder. “T-this ploy of being kind to me! To be kind to me just so you could remind me of the monster I am!”

You both stood there silent.

Slowly you reached out, hesitating as Andrew flinched.

Gently you grabbed his hand and looked at him sincerely. “Why would I think you’re a monster?”

Andrew stood there, his rage long since dissipating. “Just l-look at me.”

“I am, and all I see is a man who’s been lied to his entire life.”

His head flew up to look at you. Your eyes are soft, a smile covering your face.

You looked beautiful.

You sat both of yourselves down and told him how you were treated as a spectacle where ever you went. How people would whisper, saying you belonged in a freak show and off their streets.

You choose to have piercings and tattoos, so their ignorance never fazed you.

Smiling, you told Andrew there was nothing wrong with him. And if he wanted it, you could help make his everyday life a little easier.

Andrew stared in silence. The only person who ever treated him this kindly was his mother…

“Please don’t cry…” You say, gently wiping away his tears.

“How about we grab breakfast and make our way to Emma’s garden? We might be able to find something to help you go in the sun without having to wear so much clothing.”

Andrew nodded slowly, getting up with you.

A small smile graced his face as you both walked out into the hall.

Who-boy. I’m not too sure how this came out lol. I kinda like it and I think I did an okay job writing, though I am sorry if he’s a little OOC (I used the Japanese in-character Twitter replies to get a better idea of his character. Anyways any constructive criticisms are happily accepted

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acosmicblizzard · 1 year

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Romantic ghost manor au Emily headcanons

For base info on this au go here! Warnings: Mentions of getting sick + medicine, mentions of food

Story type: Fluff, Au

Pairings/Characters: Emily Dyer - "Doctor" x Gender neutral Reader, Emma Woods - "Gardener", Kevin Alonso - "Cowboy"

(pov: kevin and emma play wingmen/woman /hj, possible ooc)

Emily was one of the first ghosts that showed herself to you other then Emma, though Emily was a little nervous about meeting you it turned out to be for the better. Because she didn't hold off on meeting you and hiding her existence it didn't take as long for you to warm up to her as possibly some of the others.

Though some of Emily's practices may be outdated she's still a doctor, and it's always good that you have her around whenever you get sick. She always takes care of you with the most tender smile on her face, gently helping you sit up from bed if needed and reminding you to take medications if you need any.

Emily was sort of touch averse at first, it's not that she hated being touched, it's just that she wasn't use to you. But after she got used too you she couldn't help but start imagining what it would be like to hold your hand, would it be warm compared to her cold one? Or would her coldness make your warmth vanish? She didn't know, but she knew she wanted to be close to you.

Because of her close friendship with Emma she had easy access to flowers and started learning how to make bouquet's. Once she felt one was good enough she'd give one to your along with a note reminding you to take care of yourself, reminding you to make sure to get rest and to drink enough water.

The moment she confesses to you is a simple but sweet thing, she was able to convince some of the other ghosts to help her out. Though Emma is hurt and upset about it, she wants her beloved to be happy and could never bring herself to hurt you. When you come back from work it's strangely quiet but Emily is waiting inside the house for you at the front door. She welcomes you in and continues talking to you, eventually guiding you to the dinning room. She asks you too sit down and said that she and Kevin had made dinner for you. As you sit down she scurries off seemingly bashful and shy, which confused you with how normally composed she was. Kevin soon came into the room and placed a plate of food infront of you and talked with you for some time, mentioning how special you were to the doctor. he left soon afterwards as Emily returned and sat beside you, seemingly more flustered then when she had left. You asked her if there was anything wrong and she sighed in response and began talking to you. Soon these words slipped out of her mouth, "Y/n, though we've only known eachother for the few months you've lived here, it's feels like i've known you for all of time. You mean a lot too me and it feels like the bond we've made feels more then just a normal friendship. Though i've done some horrible things you still accept me, still like me, still...treat me human. I want to be by your side for as long as possible. I want to know, y/n, do you.. love me like i love you?"

You could only sit there flabbergasted at what just came out of this woman's mouth, it took a few minutes for you to process what happened but as soon as you did you took her hand into yours. Even if you accepted the confession in the most awkward way Emily would still be beaming with happiness and would ask for permission to kiss you. Despite being dead, Emily was quite warm for a ghost as you embraced and kissed.

As your relationship continues as lovers you start waking up to seeing her in bed with you every morning, even if she can't sleep she'll still lay beside you in bed. This woman just loves you too much to not stare at your beautiful sleeping face.

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rosemaze-reveries · 1 year

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IDV women of your choice: preferred places to kiss and to be kissed. Go. 🔫

😇😇 oops my hand slipped

💉🩰🔫🍾🪞👘🐍

💉 Emily - Forehead kisses are her favorite. She loves their warmth and intimacy, especially if you cup her face while soothingly rubbing her temples. But while she enjoys your slow kisses, she tends to only give quick, haphazard ones herself.

🩰 Margaretha - Blows kisses at you regularly. It’s part of her gimmick. Loves to sit on your lap and let you brush your lips over her chest/collarbone area. She has conflicting feelings of shame and solace when you kiss her scars, but in the end she trusts you enough - it's very validating for her.

🔫 Martha - Often leaves casual kisses on the back of your hand. It’s a way to give you reassurance when words can’t. In private, your neck is her preferred place ♡ She isn’t fond of muffling your mouth as it detracts all the fun 😇

🍾 Demi - A sloppy kisser, tugs you close by your collar or your belt loop - whatever is the first within her reach. Likes to swing her arms around you and wind up shoved against a corner somewhere. Not picky at all about where you kiss her!

🪞 Mary - Kisses from her are always a reward. She tilts up your chin with her mirror shard and smirks at you before capturing your lips. On your end, she prefers it when you kiss the back of her hand .. or even the tip of her pointed shoe.

👘 Michiko - Rather vanilla. Still feels flustered just by staring at your lips for too long. She prefers to take it slow - a simple kiss on the lips is the most she will do for you. But she wouldn’t mind if you took it further, she has always dreamed of those elaborate, lingering sessions with someone <3

🐍 Yidhra - Very demanding with what she expects from you - she picked you out of everyone in the universe, after all. It’s almost like kissing the universe, or maybe a ghost. She leaves distinct marks all over you so you can’t forget her time with you by the next morning.

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euryd-ce · 2 years

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hello ^^ first i just wanted to say im a big fan of your work! your writing is very captivating and smooth to read if that makes sense ;; if your requests are open, may i ask for a firefly doc x reader? if you closed requests or dont write her then im terribly sorry for that! please ignore this ask if that is the case,,, anyways, i hope you have a nice day and i apologize if this bothered you!!

❁ LA VIE EN ROSE

PAIRING: Firefly! Emily Dyer x GN! Reader

CW: None

NOTE: (Not Proofread)

Unfortunately, I hadn't started playing IDV when they had their First Anniversary, and I haven't been able to find detailed lore of it out there despite the wiki saying that it exists. That being said, I hope you're alright with a modern AU 🙏

Soulmate AU: your world is black and white until your soulmate directly confesses to you

Inaccurate portrayals? A lot of them, probably.

Lastly: Thank you for the little message, it means a lot to me and it honestly made my day when I first read it (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Meeting one's soulmate was always something to look forward to in one's lifetime. Others often spoke of meeting their other half during their high school years, some even as early as one's childhood. As for you? You'd long gotten used to the monochrome world of black and white.

Not in a bad way, of course.

You liked to think of yourself as patiently optimistic. Not so pessimistic as to assume that you'd been struck with the worst of luck, that you were born to be alone and to live alone for eternity. Yet not too anticipative as to eagerly expect that every person you talk to could possibly be the 'one'. After all, your job as a waitron in the Oletus café did entail a lot of talking—and a lot of people, for that matter.

The little bells from the entrance of the café rung, signalling the arrival of another customer. When you had turned around, your eyes locked with those of a rather stunning woman's. For a moment, you wished that you could see what color they were. Surely, whatever it was, they'd be as captivating as its owner's.

Setting the quick burst of emotions aside, you gave the woman a polite smile before your coworker, Mike, ushered her to an empty seat and gave her a menu.

When Mike returned, his face held a little grin with a touch of pleasant familiarity. "Whew, it's been a while since she's last been here."

"Oh?" You tilted your head, turning toward the man's direction in curiosity. "Do you happen to know her?"

He raised a brow and looked as if you'd told him an incomprehensible secret. "And you don't?!"

You glanced at the woman, who had still been carefully (and gracefully, if you may add) examining the café menu. "No- I mean, I don't think so?" You shrugged while leaning against the wall.

"She's-"

Mike was interrupted as soon as he spoke when both of you saw the woman raise her hand. "That's my cue. Let's continue this later."

"Good afternoon!" You greeted her. "What will a lovely lady like you have for today?" You asked with your usual polite and mildly flattering choice of words, readying your little notepad with a little 'click' coming from your pen.

"I'll have a caramel macchiato," she replied and set down the menu, letting her head rest on one of her hands. "How about you?"

Her last statement caught you off-guard, so you looked at her with a brow raised in confusion while still maintaining a polite (albeit, subtly awkward) smile.

"Pardon?"

She laughed, as if she'd already anticipated the way you'd react. "The café doesn't look too busy right now. I'm sure Demi won't mind."

"That I won't." You heard Demi say from the counter with her naturally smug grin and her arms crossed. "Long time no see, Emily, or should I say Miss Firefly?" she teased.

"Oh? You know the boss?" You asked, now even more intrigued about this woman. "Actually, hold that thought. Let me just-"

"No no—stay where you are. Why don't you relax for a bit, (Name). I'll take care of it." Demi cut you off as she leaned over the counter.

The woman who you now knew was named Emily gave a slight nod in thanks, before looking back at you and gesturing for you to have a seat. "Go on, you heard the woman." She chuckled.

"And to answer your question—yes, yes I do know her. We were classmates back in college, and she'd bicker nonstop about one day opening her own café and bar." She explained. "I'd always tell her about how I'd be a regular if ever she'd open one and, well, I did, but this month's been quite busy..."

You hummed in response, and suddenly thought about the way Mike reacted when you said you didn't know who she was, but you weren't quite sure if you were on the same wavelength as him at that moment.

It was either she was quite the icon (which you wouldn't be surprised about, given that you were always told that you lived under a rock) or that she just happened to be one of those regulars that grow to become a part of your little café family. Between the two, you were starting to lean on the former as Mike seemed to have a face that screamed starstruck.

"Sorry if this may come of as... intrusive, but if I may ask, what do you do?" You asked.

She seemed to be taken aback, not offended, but simply surprised. "Well, I'm sure it won't hurt to tell you here, but I'm an artist—a performer, specifically, or in more casual terms: I'm a singer."

"Really? That sounds wonderful!" You said in awe. "How long has it been? Since you started, I mean."

Emily took a sip from her drink, which arrived without you knowing somehow. "I wouldn't say too long, actually, but it's been around three years."

"And you'd think that with several fans, left and right, constantly hollering about their love for me, I'd start seeing the colorful world everyone's been dreaming about, but... surprisingly, it's always been the same black and white hues." She said, wistfully, before apologizing for changing the mood.

It was your turn to be surprised. If anything, you had the exact same assumption, but who would know the time would eventually come where you were proven wrong. Perhaps even the brightest of stars would have to endure the longest of times waiting for their other half to come through, before they can finally enjoy the wonders of a world painted in various shades and colors.

"Well, I'm surely not in the place to tell you this," you started, in a rather sheepish manner. "But you'll find them, or they'll find you, eventually. Some of us just have to wait a little longer, or perhaps be a little bolder than others. And besides, fate surely can't be that cruel to us. can it?"

"And if it can be, then I guess my destiny is to throw hands with fate." You joked, successfully cheering Emily up and causing her to laugh; however, her joy seemed to be cut short as she received a phone call that was rather urgent.

"Sorry... My manager needs me to be somewhere right now." She sighed. "But it was wonderful talking to you, (Nickname), if I can call you that hehe."

"Of course," you said, dragging out the last word before properly bidding her goodbye.

From behind, you heard the familiar whistling of Mike. His eyes darted toward the tissue Emily had left by her coffee cup and a smirk adorned his face upon realizing what was on it—her number.

"Damn... You seemed to hit it off pretty well!" He playfully slapped your shoulder and laughed. "Keep up the good work!"

"Pfft- Shut up"

The next couple of days, and eventually months, Emily would visit the cafe at the exact same time as she did the first time you'd seen her—it had also been the least busiest of hours, surprisingly.

Spending your conveniently timed breaks (thanks to your oh-so grateful and caring boss) talking to the woman had become one of your favorite parts of your daily routine. And while you'd occasionally worry about running out of things to say to her, she somehow always had a jar of secrets or interesting topics to bring up.

While you were cleaning up after a few customers that had just left the cafe, you felt the buzz of your phone notify you of a message. Unsurprisingly, it was from Emily, who told, or well, texted, you.

"I'll be a little late, but I got a little something for you :)"

Several minutes later, the woman of the hour had arrived with a cute coffee cup plushie in hand. She looked around until she caught sight of you and excitedly approached you. "Here, it reminded me of you." She chuckled.

"Really now?" You graciously accepted her gift. "And what name did you give this little guy?"

"Well... I did call it (Nickname) as I made my way over here..." She looked somewhere else, smiling and putting her two index fingers together.

"Why, thank you—I'm honored." You said with a little exaggeration and a hand on your chest. "But also goodness gracious have a seat. Will you have the usual?"

"Of course"

When you returned, Emily was happily humming whilst smiling and tapping on the table in a complementary rhythm.

"You're rather giddy today. Did something happen?" You asked, noticing the extra bit of energy she brought along.

She pressed her hands together before resting her chin on both of them. "Oh it's nothing, really. I'm pretty sure it was just me getting a good night's rest. Other than that, still no sign of 'the one' hehe."

You nodded in understanding and took a seat right in front of her.

"This might sound strange, but do you have a favorite color?" She asked.

You found the question a little more silly than strange, but nevertheless came up with a little joke. "Well, for starters, my choices are pretty limited. Let's see... black, white, grey, and- oh did I mention grey?"

"You silly dork." Emily flicked your nose. "I guess I should have elaborated. Has anyone ever described what colors looked like to you?"

You shook your head. "Not really, as far as I remember... How about you?"

"No one has either, but I have my own impressions on them based on what I've heard and what I've read." She took a sip from her cup. "Is there one you'd like to hear about?"

"Why don't we start with blue?"

"Blue..." She stirred her coffee in thought. "It's definitely not warm in the way one would describe red. It's cold, but not as much as the endless void of black we've become accustomed to. I'd say it's more cool, if anything. The gentle kind of cool you'd want to feel moments before you fall asleep. It's the color of the sky, the tranquil sound of still waters, and the feeling of pensive sadness or melancholy."

"Seems that you have quite a lot to say. Now I'm curious about what you have to say about the color pink." You chuckled with a tilted head and a hand on your chin.

"Hm? Any particular reason why?"

You gestured toward the painting on the wall—it was a vase of roses, presumably in a dark room with a window judging by the shapes the lighter paint had created.

"One of Edgar's paintings. He didn't like it very much; however, Demi did quite more than he could ever imagine, so he gave it to her, begrudgingly. And though he never gave it a name, Demi's always called it 'Things in Pink'."

"Things in Pink? That sounds awfully familiar... and awfully Demi to be honest." she joked.

"I heard that!" Demi yelled from her office.

"You might know the song? La Vie en Rose. It's not what it translates to, but it's related to its original name." You explained.

"And how does it go? The first part at least?" Emily asked, her grin only becoming menacingly wider than it already had been before.

Immediately, your calm look was replaced with a startled expression. "Woah there, is this some deliberate scheme you've been secretly plotting the entire time we started talking about colors?" You asked with narrowed eyes.

"What? No, I would never." She said, feigning offense before laughing and assuring that it wasn't intentional at all.

"Fine, but just this once." You raised a finger, emphasizing 'once' before clearing your throat.

"Hold me close and hold me fast

This magic spell you cast

This is La Vie En Rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see La Vie En Rose"

Emily, still grinning widely, pulled out her phone from underneath the table and showed you as she pressed on a button, saving the short recording of your voice. "You have a lovely voice, (Name)."

You felt the heat rush up to your face, but knowing what the woman was like, she was probably just messing with you again.

"You are one sly fox aren't you Miss Dyer?" you said before trying to grab her phone, only for her to stop you by grabbing your chin. She then shut the phone off, and extended her arm away from your reach.

"Pink sounds like a rather lovely color, no?" She said as she brought your face a little closer to her's. "It's warm—not in the same way as the harsh blazing sun, but in a more tender, relieving, and comforting manner. It's the feeling or the mere thought of being beside your lover, the taste of strawberries and pomegranates, or I dare say their lips on yours."

She slowly put her phone back in her purse, took a step back and closed her eyes. "It is also the color that I one day hope to see as I paint my lover's monochrome grey world with shades of 'i'm yours—from here to eternity'."

You were speechless for a moment, with a face that you could only assume was red, or even pink, from a mixture of both embarrassment and awe, but mostly embarrassment.

"An lovely description... from a lovelier woman," You praised after you'd recovered, causing her to chuckle.

"Oh! That just reminded me." Emily's face lit up as she rummaged through her purse, eventually pulling out a little card—it was a concert ticket for VIPs.

She took your hand in hers and gently placed the card onto your hand. "I actually have a concert around here in a week. I'd appreciate it—a lot, actually—if you could come." She said with a hopeful smile. "I'll have to get going for now. I'll be quite busy in the next few days because of it, but I'll be sure to message you."

"O-of course. Don't worry about me, okay?" You gently squeezed her hand after keeping the ticket somewhere safe.

"I probably still will. Goodbye for now, (Name)! Take care of (Nickname) the little coffee cup for me!" She made a heart with her hands before quickly making her way out of the cafe.

Immediately after she left, Mike had taken her place in front of you. "Sheesh, a free ticket." Mike said looking almost as smug as the smuglord herself, Demi.

"There's no denying my accusations anymore... '(Nickname)'." He singsonged while making the little plushie dance.

"OH please..."

Time flew by quickly. And you did admit, it got a little lonely without a certain someone to pester you.

What was supposed to be eight days quickly devolved into eight hours, then into eight minutes until it had finally become eight seconds before the 'Firefly' would perform on stage for her eager, perhaps even anxious, and most of all adoring fans.

Seeing the lady in her dress adorned with several gleaming accessories of various shapes and sizes reminded you of the day you had first seen her. You once again wondered about its colors, what words she'd bring about to describe what she herself couldn't see, what imagery she'd manifest into life through both her audience's imagination and her brilliant eloquence.

And in a few moments time, she'd reached the final part of her performance.

"This one's for a special someone I met a few months ago. Someone I often think of as the lovable dork I love to tease as a part of my daily routine..." She joked, eliciting a few laughs from the crowd while you smiled and rolled your eyes into oblivion, knowing very well that she was talking about you.

"and hopefully..." she continued, this time looking directly at you with the cheekiest smile, "the one whose world I'll paint with lovely hues..."

You felt the familiar feeling of heat rush to your cheeks as she began the familiar song. Of course, you of all people would know what it was. It was you who sang it to her for the first time after all. And as her mellow voice filled the stadium, a smile involuntarily crept across your face, and you quietly sang along.

"When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

Where roses bloom

And when you speak angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs..."

"Give your heart and soul to me..." Emily had started to slow down a little, both in her singing and her movements as she walked down the stage and approached you. "And life will always be..."

You delicately took her hand—the one that held her signature microphone—and finished the song, just as she had hoped.

"La Vie En... Rose"

In an instant, your black and white world had started blooming with various colors you thought you could only dream of. The bursts and flashes of hues seemingly drowned out the loud applause and cheers coming from the audience as you stood in front of your soulmate, who seemed to be just as stunned as you were.

The dress and gems that once looked white and grey in your eyes had become a glistening sapphire blue with both silver and bronze accessories to complement it.

"And I thought you said blue was a depressing color," you joked. "It's hard to imagine that when you've made my world far brighter than I could ever imagine."

"It doesn't have to be—a sad color, I mean." She defended, but quickly brought back the most important question at hand. "So... is it a yes?"

You looked at her in disbelief. "Are you kidding? Of course!"

She pulled you into a tight embrace, quickly raising both your hand and hers with the biggest smile on her face and excitedly exclaiming to the crowd.

"THEY SAID YES!"

And thus began, or as Emily daresaid—continued, the timeless and tender masterpiece of your love, an unwritten prose that had undoubtedly pierced the hearts of its audience further past the finite capabilities of words scribbled onto paper. A prose that you'd both find yourselves naming:

Life in Pink.

"Only now am I able to peer into this world's foreign hues, through the rose-tinted glasses that I've found called 'you'."

#identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #idv #Emily Dyer x reader #Identity v doctor #identity v imagines

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sandwichfordinner · 1 year

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Anon: Hi! Uhm are you still doing matchups? I’m not sure where to request since it’s my first time. But here I’m a Filipino with black hair and brown eyes I’m about 5’0 tall. My personality is that I’m sweet and motherly I do have a short temper tho but I will try to be calm, I’m willingly to helps others. I like books, animals, and music. I hate cheese and rude people. That’s all ;-;

* ˚ ✦ ||Match up request||

╰┈➤note: Of course! I an deeply sorry for you waiting anon.. 😭 But I hope you enjoy!

I match you wiiith..🥁🥁🥁

Emily Dyer and William Ellis!

Emily

🎄She is such a kind soul omg. She is even kinder, not that she isn’t towards the others but she can be a different person when you are alone with her.

🎄Emily gives you sweet kisses on your face mostly. She always has lipstick so that means that there will be a lot of lipstick stains on your face.

🎄Return the affection by telling her how much you love her, how great she is doing and a lot of praises. She loves it lots and always makes her blush and smile.

🎄When you’re injured Emily is always by your side. Then after you are done with patching you up, she kisses you on the nose saying how much she loves you.

🎄You are really kind too, you always listen to her when she has something that bothers her. You always make her feel safe, hugging her, praising her, making her hot tea, just so she can calm her nerves down.

🎄You’re just perfect for her. One time she even cried to you how much she didn’t deserve you, but you calmed her down by telling her that those bad thoughts on her head were wrong and you hugged her tightly. Kissed her on the head too and laid on bed together. Later on she fell asleep in your warm embrace <3

William

🎄William is so full of energy that you sometimes wonder how this boy doesn’t get tired. He is like a golden retriever! Always happy with you and loud sometimes 😭

🎄But you don’t mind it. He just loves your kindness towards him, it makes him feel special.

🎄You’re always here to support him no matter what. Like cheering him while he’s playing rugby.

🎄William isn’t a big fan of books, but when it comes to you he would read one and then a month or two wont touch a one😭 I personally think that he finds books boring im sorry💔💔

🎄When its your birthday he always knows what book you would like cause he always looks at what you are reading and he perfectly knows what kind of genre you love!

🎄 About music he would try to dance with the song you are playing, but it always leaves you laughing because he is just so bad at dancing😭. He knows it too but he just loves seeing you smile!!

🎄There can be times where William could hurt himself , example from tripping and falling, a cat attacking him for no reason, and more.. But you are always here to heal his wounds!

🎄He is just so thankful that you are his precious caring lover! THE PERFECT ONE FOR HIM!

🎄Also is a dog person, im sorry but he is traumatised from cats because of that one cat that attacked him 💔

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softheartedtyrant · 1 year

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Yandere!Grave Keeper x Reader || Identity V ♡

tw: Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, implied violence, mention of injuries

Andrew is very used to scrutiny, disgust and contempt from other people. He was never accepted by others and always felt out of place, so it is no surprise to him that his life in the manor is exactly the same. But Andrew doesn't exactly blame the other survivors, after all, he dislikes himself all the same, a white-haired monster, as they call him.

Due to this, it would be enough for you to show genuine kindness and respect towards him for Andrew to become enamored with you. He is absolutely overwhelmed by something as small as you holding open a door for him, or inviting him to sit next to you at a table while eating. Not to mention, if you were to smile at him while greeting him in the morning, he would melt away completely.

To him, you're an angel. A gift. His chance at redemption. You're so kind-hearted, so empathetic, so pure and perfect. If he can protect you and make sure you stay safe, then all of his prior sins can be forgiven.

He doesn't even try to hide his newfound conviction. Andrew stalks you without even trying to blend into the environment, from now on you can be sure that there's always a watchful pair of eyes looking your way. It's almost like he is your shadow. Even if you tell him to stop, he won't. Should you hate him from now on, so be it, your safety is more important than anything else.

He doesn't see himself worthy of your presence anyways, infact, he thinks of himself as below you. In comparison to you, he's disgusting and vile, like vermin.

Andrew fights tooth and nail to keep you from being hurt in matches. He can take broken rips, bruises, cuts and even more grievous injuries if it means you're unharmed. This man would quite literally die for you if it was needed. Adding to this, he won't ever leave a match without you, and if he sees another survivor being extremely selfish or letting you down, they're sure to receive the full extent of his anger. You would never let anyone down. How could they?

If you allow him near you, despite how unusual he seems to act, he is overjoyed. He can't believe how lucky he is. He carefully listens to everything you say and if you ask him about his life and show genuine interest in him, you'll bring him close to crying tears of joy.

Andrew isn't the type to get violent out of jealousy. He gets extremely jealous, yes, but he condemns himself for it and tries to hide the feeling. It is definitely noticeable, though. The sour stares full of malice that he gives other survivors when they take up your time, how his eyes darken when you leave to spend time with someone else. Truth be told, Andrew looks very intimidating when he is jealous. That alone will probably make other survivors weary of occupying your attention for too long. Andrew would never admit this, but secretly, he is happy about it.

If you ever get seriously hurt during a match, it will unsettle him deeply, even if Emily does her best at patching you up and you end up recovering. It's not unlikely that this will cause Andrew to kidnap you and keep you somewhere safe. Somewhere you won't get hurt ever again. You can try to fight back, but Andrew won't budge. There's a good chance he will overpower you, too. After all, before he came to the manor, he made a living by lifting caskets and digging holes.

Andrew would be a gentle captor. Aside from not letting you leave, he wouldn't ever do anything you're uncomfortable with, and he'll even leave you alone if you want that. He hates to see you angry or sad, especially if you're crying. He will be especially distressed if you try to get him to let you go by hitting, scratching or biting him. Not because it hurts him, no, he can barely feel it, he is used to this kind of treatment by others after all. Andrew just hates to see you unhappy.

You're probably stuck with him for a long time, no matter what you do. Andrew doesn't care whether you hate or love him, because he loves you deeply, so so deeply. If you're upset, he'll hush you with soft words and brush through your hair with his fingers until you've calmed down. If you accept him, he'll be the happiest man on earth, and even if you don't, Andrew will protect you for as long as he can, in his own, special way.

#yandere #tw yandere #Identity V #idv #yandere Identity V #yandere gravekeeper #yandere Andrew Kreiss #yandere x reader #yandere idv x reader #yandere Andrew Kreiss x reader #idv gravekeeper #identity v gravekeeper #idv grave keeper #identity v grave keeper #grave keeper x reader #yandere grave keeper x reader

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fatecantstopme · 1 year

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I Can't Lose You

PART FOUR

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary: The BAU team is hunting a sadistic murderer and you go undercover to reveal his identity and catch him in the act. Things don’t go according to plan and so much is revealed about you, your team, and your boss…things that will change all of your lives forever.

Warnings: Cursing. Lots of angst. Sweet fluffy fluff. SMUT, oral (M & F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

A/N: Series should be read in order or it won't make sense. This part also jumps between different Hotch's and Isabelle's POVs.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

**********One Week Later

You never thought you would be this happy to be back in DC. There were too many people, it was too congested, too dirty—but it was home. Well you weren’t exactly home, but you were a lot closer to it than you had been a few hours prior.

You shifted your weight and the handsome man beside you looked at you with concern.

You smiled at him. “Just moving, Aaron. Relax.”

He blushed. “You know I worry.”

“And that’s quite sweet of you, but it’s not necessary.”

“Deal with it…I’m never going to stop.”

You chuckled lightly. “I think I’m okay with that.”

The two of you were on your way to George Washington University Hospital in downtown DC. You were a couple minutes out and you were dreading being stuck in a hospital bed again. The only saving grace was that you could see your family.

A few minutes later, Hotch pulled into the parking garage and helped you get out and into a wheelchair. You hated feeling so weak and having to rely on someone else agitated you, but you were still in too much pain to walk on your own. Hotch wheeled you into the elevator and you began the ascent to the rehab floor.

“You ready?” he asked when the elevator doors opened.

You nodded and he wheeled you out. He already knew what room you’d been assigned to and when he wheeled you in, your jaw dropped in surprise.

“There she is!” Morgan said loudly.

Tears welled in your eyes as you took in the room. Every member of your team was crammed into the small room. Your heart filled with joy and you grinned. “Hey guys.”

Penelope rushed over, practically running over Morgan in the process. “I would hug you, but I don’t wanna hurt you. Oh I’m so happy to see you!” she blurted.

You laughed. “I’m so happy to see you too, PG.” You squeezed her hand just as Morgan stepped forward.

“Hey now, don’t hog my girl,” he said with a grin.

You laughed and squeezed his hand too. “I missed you too, D.”

“I missed you more, Iz.” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, then stepped aside to let Rossi see you.

He had tears in his eyes and it nearly broke your heart. “I’m so glad you’re home,” he said softly.

“Me too, Dave. Me too.” You reached out and took both of his hands in yours. He smiled at you and gave them a gentle squeeze.

When he stepped back, Emily came forward.

“Em,” you said lightly.

“I’m trying not to cry,” she said with a chuckle. “I need to maintain my persona.”

You smiled as tears stung your eyes. “Good, because if you cry, then I’ll cry and it’ll be a huge mess.”

Everyone laughed and Emily gave your hand a squeeze.

JJ came up to you and you could tell that she’d been crying. “J…” you said softly.

“Oh, I’m fine! I’m just so glad you’re okay.” Her voice was light, but you could tell she had been worrying nonstop.

You gave them both a smile. “I love you guys.” You looked around the room. “All of you.”

Your eyes landed on the one person that you’d been dying to see. “Spence,” you said softly.

He was looking at you timidly and he didn’t move closer.

“We’ll give you two a moment,” Hotch said gently.

The room cleared and it was just you and Reid. He stood there in silence, not looking at you.

“Spence. Talk to me—please.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled without looking up.

“For what? You have nothing to apologize for.”

“This is all my fault.”

“Hey—” you wheeled yourself towards him, ignoring the pain in your arms. “Don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself.”

He finally looked at you and you saw the tears streaming down his face. He looked like the vulnerable kid you’d met 5 years ago. Your heart snapped in two and you instinctively reached out to him.

He stepped back and hurt crossed your face.

“You wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t suggested going undercover.”

“Jacobs wouldn’t have gotten what he deserved either. I’m fine, Spence. My body will heal.”

“Why aren’t you mad at me?”

You looked at him in surprise. “You’ve done nothing wrong. I have no reason to be mad at you.”

He looked at you in silence.

“Spence…I love you. Nothing is going to change that. I’m not going to forgive you because there is nothing toforgive. But you need to forgive yourself if you’re ever going to move on.”

He was quiet for a moment. “I was so scared that I was never going to see you again.”

“I know—but I’m right here.”

He started to cry harder and instinct took over. You pulled him into you and he cried into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you like a child clinging to his mother. You winced, but you held him just as tightly and gently soothed him until the sobs ceased.

“I love you, Izzy.”

“I love you too, Spence.” You kissed the top of his head and he straightened up. “Better?”

He gave you a small smile. “Better.”

He got up and went to go bring the rest of the team back in. It was so wonderful to see their faces, hear their voices, and listen to their stories and banter. You hadn’t realized just how much it all meant to you until you almost lost it.

You glanced over at the man to your right. He had a smile on his face and was laughing at something Morgan had said. You felt your heart swell and you couldn’t believe how incredibly lucky you were. You had been given a chance at love and a second chance at life…there was no way you were going to waste it.

~Hotch’s POV~

I hadn’t seen Isabelle this happy in a long time. Hell, I hadn’t been this happy in a long time. Little did Izzy know, but I had another surprise for her.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Garcia got up to answer it. In walked Jessica and Jack.

“Hey everyone, hope we’re not intruding,” Jessica said.

“Dad!” Jack yelled as soon as he saw me. He raced across the room and gave me a hug.

“Hey, buddy! I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He looked around and when his eyes landed on Isabelle, his face lit up. “Izzy!” he yelled excitedly.

He squirmed away from me and roughly sprang into Isabelle’s lap. She winced in pain and I went to take Jack, but she waved me off. She wrapped her arms around his small frame and held on tight. He snuggled in against her and relaxed. She smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“Hey, little man,” she murmured. “I missed you.”

He looked up at her and reached up to touch one of the bruises on her face. “You have a boo-boo.”

She chuckled. “I do, but I’ll be just fine. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve got you,” she said with a grin as she poked his tummy.

He giggled and squirmed.

Izzy inhaled sharply as she winced in pain again, but she didn’t let go of Jack.

I couldn’t help but feel an even bigger outpouring of love for this incredible woman. I knew I didn’t deserve her, but my son certainly did.

“Can I go play?” Jack asked Isabelle.

She looked up at me and I smiled. “Of course. Aunt Jessica brought some of your favorite toys.”

He slipped out of Isabelle’s lap and plopped on the floor in front of Jessica.

“Hey,” Isabelle said softly.

I looked over at her and smiled. “Hey yourself.”

“Would you mind helping me into bed?”

“Are you tired?” I was prepared to kick everyone out, but she shook her head.

“It’s just more comfortable.”

I nodded. “Of course, sweetheart.”

I scooped her up as gently as I could, but I heard her sharp intake of breath. I laid her down on the bed and she shifted to get comfortable. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” I said, placing a kiss to her forehead.

The day continued on, as did the laughs. We were incredibly lucky, the people in this room. Not many people have what we do. And I’m the luckiest one of them all.

An hour or so later, Jack began yawning. Jessica offered to take him home, but he didn’t want to leave. “I wanna stay with Izzy.”

Isabelle smiled. “That’s fine with me. Come here, love.” She patted the bed beside her.

With my help, Jack climbed up into Isabelle’s bed and curled up in her arms. Within minutes he was sound asleep. I hadn’t seen him look so peaceful in a long time.

My heart was so full of love for this amazing woman that I thought it might burst. I couldn’t help but stare at her, falling even deeper in love with her as she held my son’s small body in her arms as he slept.

She looked up at me and I blushed. She smiled warmly and mouthed, ‘I love you.’

I grinned and mouthed, ‘I love you’ back.

I never thought that my life would ever be good again…but now, I could honestly say it was the best it had ever been.

**********2 Months Later

“My god it feels good to be home,” you exclaimed as you dropped onto your couch.

Hotch came in behind you, dragging your suitcase. “I imagine so.”

You turned towards him and saw him struggling with your suitcase and the door, and you laughed. “Let me help you.”

“I got it, I got it.”

“Aaron,” you said lightly.

He looked down at the suitcase wedged in the door, then looked at the crooked grin on your face. “Point taken,” he said with a laugh.

You unwedged the suitcase and closed the door as he dropped the rest of your belongings onto the table.

“Thank you,” you said softly as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“You’re welcome, Izzy.” He turned to face you and you smiled warmly.

“What’s that look for?”

You grinned. There was only one thing on your mind. “I am ecstatic to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

He laughed. “Hospital beds aren’t comfortable?”

You playfully swatted his arm and he grinned. “The real question is,” you began, “are you gonna stay?”

His expression immediately changed. “Do you want me to?”

You pulled him closer to you. “You know I do.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. You stood on your toes to meet his lips. He deepened the kiss and you responded happily.

After a few moments, you pulled away and led him towards the bedroom. He followed you without hesitation. He shut the door and pushed you against it, kissing you with a hunger that drove you wild.

His lips trailed kisses down your neck, lightly crossing down to your collarbone. You breathed heavily and pulled him closer, wanting so desperately to feel him. You yanked on his shirt and he lifted his arms so you could take it off him.

You admired his toned body, running your hands up his torso, causing him to shiver. He stared at you intently and you pulled his face back down to yours. You felt his hand trailing up under your shirt, your body reacting to the feel of his hands on you.

Suddenly, he froze and took a step back.

“Aaron?”

He looked down at your stomach and you quickly realized what was wrong. “Hey,” you stepped closer to him. “I’m fine, babe.”

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Aaron,” you said firmly. “I have wanted this for three years. I am absolutely certain.”

He looked reassured, but he didn’t move toward you.

A look of hurt crossed your face. “Do you—do you not want me—” you asked softly, “—because I’m damaged? Scarred?”

His head snapped up and he stared at you in shock. “Isabelle, no. Shit—you’re absolutely perfect. I don’t care about the scars…I just don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me,” you said as you pulled him towards you. “I trust you.”

His expression softened and he kissed you with renewed passion. Minutes later, you were both in nothing but your underwear.

He gently laid you on the bed and hovered over you, his eyes looking at you with such admiration that it made you blush.

After a few moments, he leaned down to kiss you, trailing kisses down to your soft breasts. He pulled you forward, unclasping your bra. You tossed it to the side as he pulled your nipple into his mouth. You let out a low moan and his eyes flicked up to yours.

He then moved down your stomach, placing kisses all over your skin. He gently kissed on top of your underwear before removing them. He began to kiss your inner thighs, your sweet lips, then back again.

You begged him for more and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he slipped his tongue between your folds and spread your legs as wide as they could go.

You barked out a loud moan as he began to lick and suck at your clit. His hands caressed your body and you shivered under his touch. Your hands tangled in his hair as you lifted your hips up toward his mouth.

You felt the pleasure mounting and your moans increased, urging him and begging him not to stop. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, waves of pleasure cascaded over you. He rode the waves with you, not stopping until you squirmed and gently pushed his head away.

He lifted up his head and grinned up at you. You smiled back as you tried to catch your breath. He watched you with a satisfied look, until you pulled him down to you and kissed him passionately.

You tugged at his boxers to free his erection and he groaned when you palmed it and began to stroke it slowly. You urged him to roll over and he responded quickly.

Within seconds you had his thick, hard length in your mouth and moans of pleasure escaped his lips. “Isabelle,” he groaned.

You made eye contact with him, maintaining it as you sucked his cock. His breathing became labored and his body shuddered in pleasure. He pushed your hair out of your face and watched you in ecstasy.

It didn’t take long before his orgasm began to build. You could feel the tightening of his muscles and his moans increased in intensity. You worked him harder and he groaned loudly.

“Oh god, Isabelle…yes!” he yelled as he shot his hot load into your throat. You swallowed every drop, continuing to play with his sensitive head until he begged you to stop.

You could see the blissful pleasure on his face and it made you smile. You moved to get up, but he grabbed you and rolled you over. “No, no. I’m not done with you yet,” he growled.

You grinned and pulled him to you. As the passion increased again, you could feel his hard cock against your wet core. You didn’t realize how badly you wanted him inside of you until this moment. “Aaron, please…” you whispered.

He looked at you and smiled. “As you wish.”

He plunged into you and you cried out in pleasure, nails digging into his back. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through your body. You moved with him and found a rhythm that drove both of you wild.

“Izzy,” he moaned in your ear.

You smiled and wrapped your legs around him. You tightened your grip and rolled him over, managing to keep him inside of you. You sat up and put your hands on his chest. You started to ride him and he groaned in pleasure.

When he reached up to touch you, you pushed his hand away. “No touching.”

“But I—”

You put your finger to his lips. “Shh. Not yet.”

He watched you intently as you picked up your pace. You caressed your breasts as you moved, letting out a low moan of pleasure. He reached out to touch you and you pushed his hand away again. “Izzy,” he whimpered.

You simply shook your head and slid your hands down your body. He watched your every move, desire plain on his features. You let out a soft moan as your fingers touched your clit. You began to gently rub it in circular motions, all-the-while never stopping the gyration of your hips.

Hotch gripped the sheets to keep himself from touching you, but you could see his resolve begin to wane.

Moments later he said, “Let me touch you.”

You didn’t stop what you were doing, but in between moans, you asked, “How badly do you wanna touch me?”

His breathing was labored as he answered you. “More than anything.”

“Good.” You moaned louder as you picked up the pace. You could see that he was close to completely losing his composure and you loved it.

“Isabelle…please. I need to touch you.”

It was the please that got you. The look on his face and the desire in his voice took you to the edge. “Touch me, Aaron.”

The words were barely out of your mouth before his hands were on you. He cupped your breasts, ran his hands up your sides, and pulled you down to him. He kissed you deeply and held you close as he thrust up into you.

In one swift movement, he flipped you onto your back and pulled your legs up around his neck. He thrust into you with such passion that you nearly lost all self-control. You gripped the sheets and moaned loud enough to wake the dead, but you didn’t care.

“Oh god, Aaron. Don’t stop—please.”

He groaned and thrust even harder. You could feel your own orgasm building and you could tell by his labored breathing that he was close too.

“Cum for me, baby,” you murmured.

He locked eyes with you and his entire body shuddered as he came deep inside of you. He continued to thrust and you cried out as you orgasmed. You rode the waves of pleasure together and then he collapsed on top of you, both of you sated.

You ran your fingers through his messy black hair and smiled as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked in concern.

“Not at all.”

“Good, because I can’t move.”

You laughed and kissed the top of his head.

You stayed like that for several minutes before he had the strength to roll off you. He pulled you to him and you settled in next to him with your head on his chest.

“That was incredible,” he said softly.

You smiled. “Even better than I had imagined.”

“You imagined it?” he asked curiously.

“Of course I did! I’ve wanted you for quite some time, you know.”

“I never really let myself imagine what it would be like to be with you,” he said sadly. You looked up at him and he continued. “I never thought I could be with you…or that you would want to be with me, so I never let myself go there. I wouldn’t have been able to resist you if I had.”

You touched his face gently and smiled. “Well now you don’t have to imagine. You know exactly what it’s like to have me.”

He kissed your forehead and smiled. “In more ways than one.”

Just then a phone rang. Hotch looked at you sheepishly and you sighed. “I get it. Go answer it.”

He slipped out of the bed and pulled on his boxers before going to the kitchen to get his phone. You could hear his voice through the door. “Hotchner…yeah she’s home…she’s doing well…wait, what?” He paused as the person on the other end talked for a while. “They let him go?” he yelled angrily. “They can’t do that…what do you mean there’s no proof? Eye witness testimony doesn’t count?”

You were surprised and a little concerned by the anger in his voice. You got out of bed, threw on his t-shirt, and slipped into the kitchen. Hotch was standing with his back to you, but you could see the tension in his shoulders and he was white-knuckling the countertop.

“That’s not good enough.” He dropped his voice, “How the hell am I supposed to tell Isabelle?”

“Tell me what?”

He turned around, clearly surprised to see you standing there. “Dave, I’ve gotta call you back.” He hung up and stared at you in silence.

“Aaron, what’s going on?”

“Iz, I think you should sit down.”

Concern lit up your features, but you sat on the nearest barstool. “Talk to me.”

Hotch took a deep breath and closed his eyes. You could tell he was trying to calm himself down, but that didn’t seem to be working.

“Hotch,” you said firmly.

That seemed to snap him out of it. “I’m sorry, baby. I just—I can’t believe this is happening.”

“And what exactly is ‘this’?”

“The AUSA has decided not to bring charges against Detective Brady. He’s been released.”

You sat in stunned silence for a moment. “How is that possible?”

“He said there’s no evidence and he’d never get a conviction at trial.”

“What? My word isn’t good enough?” you asked angrily.

“He said the conditions of your…experience…make you an unreliable witness.”

“Are you—are you kidding? He’s the reason I was tortured! Jacobs wouldn’t have known I was an FBI agent without him!”

Hotch nodded. “I know, baby. I know. I’m going to call in every favor I have. He can’t get away with this.”

“It looks like that’s exactly what he’s doing,” you whispered.

“Hey.” He wrapped his arms around you. “We’ll get him, Izzy. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I never do.”

You leaned into his embrace and tried not to cry. This man was the only thing keeping you from completely losing it. You held on tightly and so did he.

“I want you to move in with me,” he said suddenly.

You pulled back in shock. “What?”

“At least until this is over. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here by yourself.”

“Aaron…are you sure? I mean, that’s a big deal.”

“Not to me, it isn’t. I’m not going to lose you.”

You nodded. “Okay…if you’re sure.”

“Isabelle, I’m positive. I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.”

“Well then I guess I better get packing,” you said softly.

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