Emmrich doesn’t pull hair. There’s no yanking, sharpness, or brutishness when those long fingers curl into your locks.
He will guide you by your hair with a firm, confident hand, applying just the right amount of tension to get you to go where he wants you to, when he wants you to.
If you have very long hair, he likes to spool it around his forearm and tilt your head so he has unimpeded access to your exquisite neck as you ride him.
I was talking to the amazing and inspiring @sofiemystique yesterday about just how perfect Emmrich is with every Rook. That just got me thinking about this necromancer and how he loves every single Rook with his whole self - body, heart, mind, soul - and you don’t even have to fight for his love. You just show him the love you have to offer and he’s right there with you.
His love is not fragile. It’s not fleeting. He gives it to you freely as long as you are willing to offer your love in return. It doesn’t matter what you look like, your background, your regrets - he just wants to love and be loved in return.
(He’s also an incredibly refreshing depiction of a necromancer. BioWare could have gone the classic creepy route, but no they made this man a charming, hopeless romantic. And they made necromancy sexy and fascinating without being morbid -which is fine, it’s just been done)
So, I guess all of this to say Emmrich loves you just exactly as you are, and it’s also ok to love yourself exactly as you are. You’re beautiful and Emmrich would totally agree.
I think everbody pronounces Emmrich as Emmrick but my german ass always calls him as Emm-rich, the “rich” the same way you’d pronounce chauffeur (it’s the closest comparison I’ve got)
Volkarin is also german-ish, it got the word Volk, meaning something like “the people”. Neither his first or his last name is a popular name in Germany now or in the past as far as I know, but Manfred is!! (Manfred is actually a very common name here)
(His father’s name apparently is Rupert according to the wiki, which is a name that was very popular in the past but not used much in modern days as it sounds rather ‘elderly’)
ALSO!! ALSO!! Johanna Hezenkoss!!
Hezenkoss is very similar to Hexenkessel, meaning A witch’s boiler or kettle where one experiments with potions and stuff, which fits her (cruel) experiments with spirits and their enslavement!!
Also the green vest he wears in the Lighthouse feels a little germanic although I don’t have any sources or pictures I can compare it with just trust me on this one lmao
Idk not a lot of clues point towards him being kinda german/Germany inspired but to me he kinda is german coded </3 Go listen to his german dub btw it sounds awesome
Are you normal about Emmrich Volkarin, or did you see the sculpture 'Death and The Maiden' in Copenhagen today and immediately think 'its Rook and Emmrich 🥰'
How veil guard characters react to you sleeping on Assan headcanons
i've had this idea in my head for awhile now so i decided to go ahead and do it instead of waiting for requests lol
the intro takes place after the siege of weisshaupt where yall haven't confessed yet but the tension is there its kinda long you don't have to read all of it but i was excided to write it.
GN reader
Intro:
your head aches with an unbearable pain that comes and goes, maybe you were hit in the head by one to many darkspawn but you shouldn't be surprised, weisshaupt was hard one everyone not just for you. ....Weisshaupt... the screams of all the wardens dying replays in your head. Those people signed up to fight the blight and dark spawn not a god let alone 2.
Seeing Davrins defeated face at every new warden body you stumbled across makes you feel guilty. guilty for disturbing Solas's ritual and causing the gods to break free. Guilty for Davrin and Lucanis going at each others throats for messing up. You should have payed more attention to your team, made sure they were ready for this fight. But both Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain walked away alive. You replay the entire battle in your head over and over again trying to figure out what you did wrong with little success.
The blinding pain in your skull returns once more, You roll to your other side in your bed hoping to find a more comfortable position to sleep in. The pain shoots from one side to the other making you sigh. "Well this isn't working" you say, getting up from your bed with difficulty. you stumble into the hallway to the railing of the second floor of the lighthouse. Quiet.. everyones asleep.
you push open the doors to the light house and step into the light of the fade. Right.. time doesn't move here.. its always light outside, your never gonna get used to that. As you suspected no ones awake its quiet almost to quiet. your starting to wonder why you came out side before
*squawk* you look around and see the young griffon standing a little away from you, right outside Davrins room as always. The little griffon tilts his head at you like asking what your doing up. "Hey Assan" you walk over to him, sticking out your hand to pet him, scratching behind his ear just how he likes. You realize just how soft his feathers are, your starting to get sleepy just petting him.
before you can get up to try to go to sleep again Assan gently bites on of your fingers before laying down almost trying to get you lay down with him. Does he know your having difficulty sleeping? is he smart enough to realize that?. He looks at you with these puppy eyes purring and gently gnawing on your finger. Aw what the hell he might just help you sleep. laying down on the hard ground and using Assan as a pillow is the last thing you remember before slipping into sleep
Bellara
Working on the Nadas Dirthalen was tiring. she had been working for HOURS trying to ask the right question and getting the spirit to cooperate with her but she's had no luck
maybe getting something to eat will help? yeah getting a snack sounds good. and then maybe a nap.
she leaves her room, walking to the kitchen when..
was rook curled up with Assan? or was she seeing something else in her peripheral?.
Turning around to see you sleeping with Assan is the cutest thing she's seen in awhile
after Weisshaupt she was honestly worried about you. She thought you might be taking what happened hard and blaming yourself for Ghilan'nain getting away but if it wasnt for you, you guys wouldn't have even killed her archdemon
she's happy your getting rest you deserved. you've helped her and the team so much she knows you deserve the rest and she doesnt dare trying to wake you up
she quickly goes to her room and grabs a blanket she wasn't using and carefully drapes it over your sleeping body, giving Assan a pet while he's asleep to
she gush's about how cute you are once more before you going back to her room to sleep herself, forgetting all about her snack
Davrin
when he wakes up the first thing he noticed was that Assan wasn't at the foot of his bed like usual. Where has his feathery companion gone?
getting up and seeing his door open was the first sign of trouble, when the hell did Assan learn to open doors??
he gets outside and immediately starts scanning for Assan
when he finds him he definitely didn't expect to see you as well
he comes over to inspect what's going on he finds you fast asleep face first in Assans feathers
he'd be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat or two
Davrin likes you, he hasn't tried to be subtle about it either. One of the things that draws him to you is how good you are with Assan even if he thinks you spoil him to much
seeing you like this with Assan might just solidify that fact for him
he decides he cant just leave you sleeping on the ground like this. Assan might be comfy but the ground beneath you sure isn't
he picks up your sleeping form despite Assans complaining squawk and takes you up to his room, Assan following close behind.
he lays you down on his bed. Assan jumps up and lays down right by your feet. "cute" Davrin thinks to himself
you didn't even stir when he picked you up, you must have been really tired
....maybe its because of weisshaupt or what happened after it.
he should go apologize to Lucanis, take something off your plate. he stands up walking to the kitchen leaving you to rest.
emmrich
he had been up late looking for any information he could find about the hand of glory you all had recovered from the Necropolis
it was old magic now a days forbidden from being preformed so his knowledge on it was limited
he had sent Manfred to recover a book he lent to Bellara awhile ago now. What is taking him so long?. Did he get lost around the light house perhaps?
he walked outside the light house to see Manfred hovering over something. His skeletal form blocking Emmrich's view but he could see somebody laying on the ground
was somebody hurt?!. he ran over to assist but it was just you sleeping on Assan
while he was happy you weren't hurt he thought that surely there were more comfortable places to sleep then on a messy griffon
*hiss* Manfred let out a concerned hiss while pointing at your sleeping forms
"yes i see them Manfred, what shall i do? i don't think sleeping on Assan is very sanitary but i don't wish to disturb their rest"
he asked Manfred Not expecting much of a reply. He already knew what he was going to do
he reached down gently shaking your shoulder. "rook, dear, wake up"
you wake up already missing the little sleep you were able to catch. "oh uh hi Emmrich" sleeping on Assan probably wasn't the best idea, your back was already hurting.
"rook are you alright? why are you sleeping on the ground?" his face was full of concern "i uh couldn't sleep I guess Assan looked to comfy"
Emmrich sighed at your response "rook do you remember me offering to teach Bellara some breathing techniques to help her relax?"
"yeah i do why?" you responded still a little disoriented
"why don't i teach you some as well to help you sleep of course. Manfred could make us some calming tea as well" he offered his hand to help you up
"actually... that be really nice Emmrich..thanks" Emmrichs face got hot at your sincerity but covered it with a smile
"of course rook its nothing, now lets get you inside"
you both walk into the light house Manfred trailing behind leaving a grumpy Assan outside
Harding
"Mmmm..Ahh" Harding stretched, standing up from her bedroll
she was finally starting to get used to having dreams now. Even starting to feel well rested after waking up
she was planning on going to Rivain and training with the lords of fortune to keep practicing her new magic. Weisshaupt was hard and she wanted- no needed to be better for the next fight with the gods
she wonders if maybe you would like to come with her. She knows you took Weisshaupt hard, it was hard for everyone but she cant even imagine what your feeling right now
it would be fun to get you out of the light house and doing something that wasnt trying to save the world
she leaves her bedroom, walks into the light house, up to your room and.. your not here? huh weird maybe your in the kitchen
she leaves and walks up the steps past the workshop and that's when she sees you and Assan
"... oh my gosh rook are you sleeping on Assan?" she chuckled walking up to you and Assan seeing you completely knocked out
... you looked so peaceful sleeping and pretty too..... ok she's just being creepy now isn't she
when she was in the inquisition she worked as a scout, she's slept on grass, rocks, pavement, and sometimes even trees. She knows that no matter what it ends in a hurting back and neck. It'd be best to wake you up now
"hey..hey rook" she gently shook your shoulder waking you up
"huh- oh uh hi Harding"
"morning sleepy head, what'cha doing sleeping on Assan?" she asked smiling down at you
"i uh couldn't sleep but Assan is just really soft" Harding giggled "well if you keep doing that your back is gonna hurt like hell, come on ill try making you some coffee, and ill make you my ham and jam slam"
"thanks Harding id love that" you stand up. Yup Harding was right your back is starting to hurt already
"I was also going to go to the lords of fortune to train again you should come with me yeah?" she asked walking to the kitchen
"yeah id like to spend some time with you Harding" ".....me to!" Harding replies smiling at you as you both walk into the kitchen.
Lucanis
he hasn't slept. All he can see in his head is Ghiln'nain. He was so close. There was no reason for why he missed. He was sure he could do this. "A crow never fails a contract." Those words from his grandmother replaying in is head from before she..
He's survived this night using coffee, he's on his fourth cup now. He needed to stay awake to make sure spite cant take control. Everyone should be awake by now, time to get ready for the day.
he leaves the pantry into the kitchen and starts to make a large pot of coffee for everyone. What should he make for breakfast?. His mind wonders to you. Maybe he should make your favorite breakfast but... oh he cant remember what it is.
cant kill, now he cant remember what else cant he do.
maybe he should just find you and ask what you'd like for breakfast
he walks outside and spots you and Assan immediately. strange.. what were you doing.
walking over he's able to tell your asleep. Your even breaths and eyes closed peacefully gives it away but why were you out here sleeping on the floor and not in your bed?
*sniffs* "smells like...guilt, regret, and the sting of failure" ah great he's awake. "What are you talking about?" he asks as the demon of spite materializes beside him looming over your sleeping form
"rook! obviously!. The old stench of failure is intense" ..."failure of what?" "WEISSHAUPT. they think they failed usss" "it wasn't them that failed it was me i had her so close.. and i missed"
"not to them no.. to them they should have fought harder, saved more, helped more!"
you shouldn't feel like this. it was him that failed. You were the only reason he even got close to Ghilan'nain.
He bent down reaching out to you. "NO DONT WAKE THEM" "why?" he pulls back surprised by the demons insistence "they just fell asleep despite the pain.. let them sleep" "why do you care spite?" "I like them... much more than i like you" He sighed looking back at you
he reach forward and brushed a piece of you hair away form your face. he stood up. "Where are you going?" "to make breakfast"
he'll wake you once breakfast is ready. And he'll work harder to make sure you don't have to feel guilty ever again.
Neve
notes, notes, and more notes. They were littered all over her desk, floor, and on her bed. As cute as they were the wisps had been no help, she even caught one trying to take her notes out the window into the fade.
She had slept very little with the idea of Aelia being back in Dock Town plaguing her mind. She needed to catch her before she caused more chaos but she had ran out of leads awhile ago.
Sitting here isn't going to help. But Coffee might. Then she can go into Dock Town and talk with some contacts.
Walking out of her room she spotted you and Assan immediately. She chuckled to herself, walking over to the two of you. "Well isn't this sweet" no response, "Rook?" still nothing
it was then that she noticed your closed eyes and even breaths. Why were you sleeping out here?. Just then Assan opened his eyes cooing softly at Neve
"hey Assan what are you and rook doing sleeping out here?" he squawked quietly in response. "Really?" she was talking to the griffon like she understood him, a Habit she picked up recently
"well come on Assan ill give you a treat or two before Davrin wakes up". When the griffon didn't follow her she was surprised, he's usually very food motivated.
she sighed crouching down to his level, scratching his chin.
She glanced over to you, noticing the heavy circles under your eyes. It was about Weisshaupt wasn't it?. You were much easier to read then you think.
as time passed you awoke groaning, sitting up and feeling pain shoot up your back. "Ow..." "morning sleepy head". Startled you look beside you to see Neve sitting on the ground Assan's head in her lap, drinking a cup of coffee
"oh uh hi Neve how long have you been there?" "long enough to notice you snore in your sleep. Had trouble sleeping?" she asked Taking a sip of her coffee " yeah I guess i just fell asleep on Assan but- did you stay here with me while i slept?" she turns her head away dodging the question completely and stood up.
"come on i made a pot of coffee for everyone. You should come down to Minrathous with me, ill treat you to some of Hal's fish fry" she said, walking to the kitchen. If you had been able, you would have seen the dark blush she was hiding with a smirk as she walked away.
Taash
they were sitting on the floor of their room, wraping the last rope of the Dar-saam ritual around their arm. They stood up and took a deep breath before walking out of their room.
They had another thing to do for their mother. "Taash, shokra toh ebra" the words from their mother was always in their head. They would probably be hearing more of it from her through out the day.
Walking out of the light house they weren't even able to take a step before noticing you on the ground. Taash walked over to you sleeping body. "you good?" they didn't get an answer. "...Are you asleep?".... That was a dumb question obviously you were asleep, but on the ground? seriously? that's gonna kill your back when you wake up.
Looking around they thought, should they take you to bed? the grounds pretty uncomfortable no matter how peaceful and cute you looked sleeping on Assan.
Before Taash could process their thoughts they were already picking you up from the ground, trying their best not to wake you.
They pushed the light house doors open with their back and quietly climbed up the stairs. Until one of them creaked to loudly and you immediately began to stir form your sleep.
"what- uh Taash?" "....sup" "what are you doing..?" Taash looked away from your face and instead faced off to the side "taking you to bed.. duh" "but why?" "sleeping on the ground is gonna kill your back. So im taking you to your room." they said very matter of factly, continuing up the stairs.
"... you could have just woken me up you know" you said heat rushing up on your checks. They were holding you like you were nothing more than a few grapes. "Yeah but then that defeats the purpose of you sleeping in the first place"
now you were at you room. Taash slid the door open with their foot, walked in, and laid you down on the couch that had been acting like your bed.
"hey im.. sorry that i woke you" They refused to meet your gaze "no its ok! i probably shouldn't have been sleeping on the ground anyway" "yeah.. next time you can't sleep just come to me, i can make you some tea... do you prefer lavender or ginger?" Taash finally looked at you, a small tinge of pink on their checks. You smiled "surprise me yeah?.. Thanks Taash"
the pink on their checks grew deeper "no problem" they smiled back at you before leaving your room. Leaving you to rest.
HOLY SHIT I FINALLY FINISHED THIS. It genuinely took me 3 days to write this. Because this is my first fanfic i wanted to put like maximum effort into this and i really hope you like it.
just a reminder my ask box is open so feel free to send in a request and i will write it for you
other than that i hope you enjoyed and see ya next time
A/n and Disclaimer: I just want to say I have not finished the game or the romance, so please no spoilers. 😅 I got this idea after the little graveyard date and just had to write it! Thank you!
Thank you @ghostgum for the help ❤️
Summary: Rook is injured in battle, giving Emmrich a lot to contemplate on the matters of life and death.
“Rook’s hurt,” Davrin shouted over all the noise.
Emmrich, who was several feet away, froze mid spell, his eyes sweeping over the battlefield searching for you. Without thinking anything through, his legs started to move.
It was either by skill or incredible luck, but he managed to avoid getting hit or crushed as he rushed to your aid the very moment he saw you collapse. Panic was already settling in before he was even close enough to witness the actual damage and injuries himself.
The fighting and mayhem around him seemed to become a blur, his only objective right now was getting to you. He struggled to catch his breath as his emotion got the better of him. The sounds of the battle that surrounded were now muffled and dull to his ears, especially as the sound of his beating heart grew louder.
It was as if he was underwater, fighting against a current to reach you.
He fell to his knees, gently cupping your face as he tried to wake you, his fingers tapped against your cheek as he called your name. Ice cold fear flooded his veins when you didn’t move or react at the sound of your name or from his nudging.
His eyes widened as he noted the blood pooling beneath you. Carefully adjusting his hands he cradled your head, he could feel blood dripping down his slender fingers to his wrists.
Your shallow breaths did very little to soothe him. He didn’t know what to do, he called out for you louder out of desperation, but you remained unconscious as more blood continued to pool from various wounds.
Were you dying? The thought wormed its way into his head. You were dying, this was it… you’d be gone…
He couldn’t fathom losing you, especially when everything had just begun, this sweet precious love that was blossoming between the two of you, being untimely plucked before fruition…
He had so many things he wanted to show you, so many other little ventures the two of you could share before retiring at the Necropolis where he’d continue to teach.
A sudden longing unfolded, one that begged him to lie beside you and follow your spirit into the fade. The idea on any other day would have been more terrifying to him than all else, but today, at this very moment, it was almost comforting.
“We need to retreat,” Davrin commanded, the sound of his voice breaking through to Emmrich as clearly as a bell. The Grey Warden remained level headed, having grown accustomed to the harsh reality of battle. “Come on, we need to leave. Now.”
Davrin wasted no time, while Emmrich still processed the situation, he knelt down and grabbed your arm, placing it over his neck and his arm helped support you up.
Emmrich finally reacted as soon as he realized that he needed to help Davrin get you to safety. Quickly, he went to your other side to help carry you.
Both men then hurried to the nearest Eluvian.
Arriving back at the Lighthouse, Bellara and Harding took things from there. Bellara shiftly gathered supplies while Harding started bandaging what she could already see.
Emmrich felt so incredibly useless as he watched. Everyone else had acted sensibly and rationally, they were the reason you had a chance at survival.
…
Once Bellara and Harding were finished treating your wounds, Emmrich came into your room to stay with you, desperately hoping you’d show signs of improvement soon.
It wasn’t an easy sight, seeing you unconscious, bruised and beaten. And like a shadow looming over him, he still worried that he could lose you.
He stood awkwardly in your room, his hands fidgeting with one another as he looked around. It almost didn’t seem right for him to be in your room without you being aware of the fact, but he cared about you more than he did about some silly and old fashioned customs.
Emmrich noted some familiar looking items decorating the room, a Nevarran urn sitting on a shelf, a few trinkets you had collected recently from Rivain and Minrathous, but unfortunately the room could use far more books.
He moved a chair over, placing it close to where you were resting.
He recalled several tomes in his possession that he believed would capture your interest. He’d be more than willing to loan them to you. Emmrich would love to hear your thoughts on the rituals detailed in one of them as well as the techniques detailed for mummification in another.
He hoped that the future for you and him still held many late night discussions on all sorts of subjects.
Emmrich’s eyes felt strained as he focused solely on the rise and fall of your chest. Right now, that was the only sign that showed him you were still hanging in there.
The aches and pains of the battle were now making themselves known and his mortal body desired rest, yet his mind and spirit were still wired.
He heard Manfred’s familiar clinking as the skeleton approached with a tray, but Emmrich had no appetite, even for tea. Manfred placed the tray on the table beside the mage and tittered inquisitively.
Emmrich managed to muster a sad smile for his companion, “I believe she’ll pull through, Manfred, thank you.”
He rubbed his face, fighting off the weariness he felt in his bones as Manfred retreated out the room.
…
Your eyes slowly opened, the flickering of a few candles illuminated Emmrich’s tired face which drew your attention. The poor man looked dead tired, but soon his eyes lit up, his entire body acting alert all of a sudden, upon seeing you awake.
“Emmrich?” You whispered in a hoarse voice.
“It’s alright,” he reassured you as he promptly rushed to you and took your hand in his. “But I wouldn’t move too much or too quickly, take it slow please.”
“How bad is it?” You joked, looking at the bandages covering your arm and shoulder, but your smile soon disappeared when you saw the serious look in Emmrich’s eyes.
“Oh,” you swallowed thickly.
His hand squeezed yours reassuringly. “It was a rather close one, unfortunately.”
Silence fell between you, Emmrich’s hand remained on yours.
“Manfred brought tea, if you’re thirsty, although it’s probably gone cold by now,” he offered.
You shook your head, “Not tea, maybe just some water.”
Immediately, Emmrich jolted up from his seat quickly fetching you a glass of water. He helped guide your hand as you took a sip, then placed the glass nearby for later.
Sitting back down, his face scrunched up in concentration.
“Something on your mind?” You asked.
“There is a great deal on my mind,” Emmrich admitted. “In fact, I haven’t stopped thinking since…well since you were injured.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
Emmrich’s gaze shifted, looking slightly embarrassed. “I’d very much like to hold you, as long as you think it wouldn’t cause you any distress or discomfort, of course.”
You smiled at him, “I would like that as well.”
You winced slightly as you shuffled on the bed to make room for him, but before he had a chance to tell you that perhaps this was a bad idea, your fingers clasped around his hand and tugged him towards you.
With a content sigh, his long thin frame curled around yours, his chin buried in your hair as he clung to you. The room was quiet as you and Emmrich simply relished in being close to each other.
One of his hands rested on top of yours, his fingers lazily drew circles over your skin. “I was so afraid that I had lost you, Rook.” Emmrich closed his eyes, “In fact, I was so afraid that for the first time in my life, death didn’t seem all that terrifying.”
“Emmrich,” you murmured softly as you acknowledged the significance of what he just shared.
“Can you believe it?” He half chuckled. “I’m still processing it all to be honest.”
“But there was a moment, where I truly believed that it was over, that your life was over, and I… just wanted to follow you, to stay with you, even if that meant dying.”
You rolled onto your side as best as you could so you could face him, gazing up at him lovingly. It was his tolerance, vulnerability, and honesty that drew to him in the first place.
Just like how he opened up to you at the graves about his fear, how he constantly shared his knowledge not because it makes him feel superior but because he genuinely loves to teach, and then of course there was the connection you shared with him as a fellow Mourn Watcher.
You both could speak so freely with each other without worry. He accepted you completely. Reaching up slowly, you gently stroked his cheek.
“I can almost picture it so clearly, what that future would be like,” he shared, sounding so calm and perhaps even a little elated. “Our remains resting together in a crypt in the Necropolis, a large single headstone engraved with both our names, a sentimental epitaph that sums up our love in both life and death, and our spirits crossing over to fade together, to face whatever comes next.”
“Now that sounds like an afterlife I’d be honored to be a part of,” you smiled, finding the whole sentiment utterly sweet and romantic.
Emmrich laughed, “And eventually some curious young Mourn Watcher will come along, resurrect my skeletal remains, and have to hear all about our remarkable love story.”
He sighed, his eyes moving across your face as he took in every little detail, before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.
“Thinking about the whole experience, thinking about you, has made me wonder if what I truly fear about death connects back to my parents…” Emmrich shook his head, not ready to delve too deep into past trauma and tragedy. “All I know for certain, is that I have a single request for you, my dear.”
“What is it?”
“Please don’t leave me behind.” His face held a pained expression, his dark eyes
“I would never…” you started, doing your best to sit up to show just how serious you were. You wanted to just grab and show him just how much he meant to you.
“Rook,” Emmrich reprimanded while carefully but firmly pushing you back down onto the bed. “You really need to be taking it easy.”
Now his body was leaning over yours, his hands planted on your shoulders. He was still cautious with you, of course, careful not to squeeze too hard, or put any extra weight on you.
He admired you, transfixed by your beauty, even in your injured state, you were still captivating. Gradually he began to lower himself closer to you, his nose lightly caressing yours before he finally went in for a kiss.
The kiss was slow and tender at first, but as soon as things heated up, when his felt your tongue graze over his bottom lip, Emmrich was quick to end it, pulling away despite your weak protests.
“You need to rest my dear,” he reminded you, getting up to adjust your pillow and fix your blanket. “Can I get you anything?”
You shook your head, “Just lay back down and rest with me.”
Emmrich smiled, slipping back into bed with you. He tucked your head under his as he securely wrapped his arms around your chest. Feeling your warmth, your breath, your beating heart, brought him such comfort that he’d never take a moment alive with you for granted.
summary: you’re resting in the bath after a long day and emmrich comes to sit at your side. but he gets carried away with his teasing and wants to prove himself right.
warnings: fingering, mention of bodily soreness
wc: 1.4k
a/n: my first completed emmrich fic <3 yay! reader is referred to as rook once in this but other than that there's no defining qualities about reader/rook other than genitalia. enjoy! mwah
Everywhere ached.
Battling gods took more out of you than you’d have wanted.
Warm, rushing water filled the bathtub and the air with the aroma of lavender, along with a glass of wine at your side. Once it was filled to your liking, you undressed and submerged your sore body into the relaxing bubble bath carefully.
Goose pimples covered your skin with its heat, immediately relieving you of any discomfort the moment you were seated. Running it over your arms, hands, legs, feet, anywhere that needed relief lifted the weight off your shoulders so easily. With every sip of wine you felt more relaxed, inching further down to hug the warm bath water against your skin.
Soon enough you were finished with your glass of wine, when you heard a soft knock at the door.
“Darling? May I enter?”
Emmrich.
“Yes, I’m just in the bath.”
He’d finished with all his responsibilities for the day, you assumed. You’d left him to finish up so you could unwind and feel the heaviness of your day wash off. The sight of an unwound Emmrich brought hearts to your eyes.
“How is it, dearest?” He smiled sweetly.
“Ah, it’s just perfect.” You replied, smiling back at him.
Your arms rested on the edge of the tub, right next to where Emmrich was pulling up a chair.
“I sure hope it’s doing something for those sore muscles of yours. You deserve some relaxation after the day we’ve all had.” Your lover sat pleasantly, offering you another glass with the bottle of wine in his hands. You nodded in agreement, and he filled your glass accordingly.
“Mhm… it is, and the wine helps too.” You chuckled, taking a sip and sinking further back into the bubble filled water.
Emmrich took your wrist in his grasp, jeweled fingers cold against your warmed skin. His lithe fingers ran over the canvas of your skin, massaging lightly. An unspoken way he showed his affections when he knew you were short of conversation after longer days.
As nice as it was, the bath didn’t compare to the scent of lavender that always reminded you of Emmrich. Sweet, much like him, and cleared your mind so well, just like his honey voice did.
“Dearest, if you’re feeling up for it, I’d love to work out some of the tension in your back with a massage later.”
Emmrich held his chin in his hand, leaning on his elbow to gaze down at you in the bathtub. Your knees peeked out of the soapy water, glass of wine in hand.
“I couldn’t say no to that… not from someone with especially skilled hands.”
“Whatever could you mean by that, darling?” His question wasn’t innocent. But he knew how to make you blush just by the tone of his voice.
“Your skills of necromancy… of course.” You replied with a smirk.
“Hm, are you sure? Because I recall you saying some vulgar things the last time I touched you.”
“I have no idea what you mean!”
“Truly, love, I think it would do us both a favor if you didn’t pretend you weren’t a fan of my hands in general.”
“Well of course I am, your pretty jewelry and such. The skill with which you cast spells...” You trailed off, but Emmrich knew you were playing coy.
“Are you quite certain those are the only things? Because if I were to…” he slipped his hand onto your knee that peeked out of the water, “just test a theory…” he undid the button of his sleeve and rolled it up.
Usually you’d have been able to stay composed and tease the professor just an inch further, but the wine hadn’t done anything to help the situation.
He just had to pour you a second glass.
You inhaled deeply, eyeing his thumb swipe softly across your leg, the bright gold of his jewelry catching the candle light.
“Emmrich– your jewelry, the water…”
“Darling, are you really worried about my rings right now? I think you should be more focused on how flushed you’ve become.”
“I’m not flushed–”
“No?”
Your cheeks said differently from the warm bath and the wine and you both knew it.
His jeweled hand slipped further up your thigh and into the warm water while you watched. They found the apex of your thighs quite easily, parting your folds with his middle two fingers.
“Because if you were correct, I wouldn’t be finding you positively soaked right now. Hm?”
His digits pressed into your entrance much easier than you ever thought possible, immediately filling you to the core with their length. Despite the warmth of the water, his cool metal rings were a drastic difference when they pressed against your sensitive skin down there.
Curling them only proved his point more, pulling a moan from you rather embarrassingly.
“There’s my rook. See now, what did lying get you?”
“Your fingers inside me, for one.”
“Don’t be a brat, or this’ll be over before it’s started.”
“Yes, Emmrich.”
“Now, don’t you hold back those pretty sounds.”
You fell apart instantly.
“Emmrich…”
“Hm, yes, dearest?”
“Don’t stop.”
“When you sound so lovely? I would never.”
He leaned over to place a kiss on your lips before moving inside you.
Emmrich’s lengthy fingers not only dragged against your walls agonizingly slow when he pulled them back, but they pressed lovingly against the sweetest spot inside you. One he knew how to hit every time.
A hunger filled the professor’s normally sweet eyes as he gazed upon you falling apart. It only urged you on further when his thumb began swirling at your clit with his motions. The warm bathroom only became warmer with the way your temperature raised and created a sheen of sweat across your forehead.
When his fingers stopped moving, you looked up at him with big, wet eyes.
“Emmrich…” you whined.
“Darling, I just had a thought. Would you like another sip of your wine?”
Was this truly the moment to offer you such a thing?
“Hm?”
“Your wine. I wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”
“Oh, s-sure.” You begin to reach for the glass, but he’s grabbed it before you can even come close.
“Ah, ah. This is about your relaxation. I don’t want you lifting another finger.”
Emmrich’s rings clink around the thin glass, lifting it to your lips to let the dry alcohol slip between your lips. Only he tips it a little too far, and while you swallow some, a couple drops end up dribbling onto your face and down your chest.
“Awfully sorry, dearest. Let me get that for you.”
It’s not like it mattered, you were in the bath anyways. You expected him to grab a towel or piece of tissue, but no. He leaned down to your chest, and used his tongue to lap it up. From the valley of your chest up to your jaw is where his tongue ran.
As if you weren’t ruined enough.
“Emmrich,” you whined again, this time much more desperate while you clenched around his fingers.
“Mm, delicious.” He chuckled deviously, placing a kiss on your lips again and resuming his finger’s motions inside you.
Your hand gripped around his arm, steadying yourself so you wouldn’t slip under the water. His hooded eyes observed your every move diligently, all the while making sure you’re nothing but blissed out. With your eyes squeezed shut, high pitched sounds echoing around the room, the professor was aware just how much he’d affected you.
He was well versed in the finer points of anatomy.
A particular curl of his fingers, and you were barreling close to release. You didn’t have to say a word before his fingers speed up and overwhelm you. The sensation of his tongue on your skin, the coldness of his rings, the way his fingers fit inside you perfectly, it was all too much.
All at once, you came barreling over the edge and moaning his name.
“Good girl. Just like that…”
He leaned over again to kiss you, swallowing your constant moans as your body spasmed from the effect of your orgasm.
Once your heart rate had evened out, you realized just how warm everything was. The bath water, your flushed cheeks from the wine, it was much too warm.
“Thank you, gods… that was so good…”
“Anything for you, darling.”
He retracted his arm from the water and dried it off with a nearby towel.
“Could you take me to bed? I’d like that massage now…” you asked dreamily.
“Like I said, anything for you.” He replied with a smile, knowing this wouldn’t be the only round of the night.
Emmrich drained the tub and dried you off, leaving kisses on your soft skin as he did so. You were lifted into his arms bridal style, wrapped in a nice fuzzy towel, and taken to bed.
Once he's had a taste of you, he can't get enough. He loves the way you squirm when his mustache tickles your skin. He can't stop thinking about spreading your thighs, watching you open up for him like a flower blossoming under the moonlight.
His mind is clouded with thoughts of your chest heaving as he looks up at you from his place of worship. The way your fingers thread through his grey locks, tugging in a vain attempt for more friction as he slowly flicks his tongue over your clit.
He wants to savor the moment, savor you. Eyes shut tight as he moans into your pussy, lips and tongue moving against you with grace and skill, relishing in the squeeze of your thighs around his head as you beg for more.
